[R A D I C A L]

RADICAL/STRANGERS/XWF#007 ------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------- ------------------- ------- BEGIN >>>>> Sitting alone in a small diner early in the cold morning around dawn, frosted windows, and the aroma of pancakes smelled only, Gabe observes people interacting but doesn't think of being lonely. Shaking his head, looking at the gas station across the street, at a dirty man in an old cap, yelling at an older woman who weeps. He stomps and causes scene, embarrassing her at the passenger door, then smacks the nozzle idiotically, hoping for free that out it might pour. Sipping some coffee and flipping through the Times, Gabe notices simple things, that by each other we as people are defined. I don't know these strangers... who are they and why have they come here? Do they have honorable intentions to help and mend, will they stay long enough to become a friend? I've known many who never kept their word. They'll stab you the second you turn. It's almost becoming common place to be surprised when someone is worth your time, or maybe yours, but not mine. How many people close to you is too many, when a stranger calls do you say "sorry, no slots are empty?" How is it that when homicidal maniacs kill, it's the people closest that they enjoy the pain of to feel. Sure there are a few exceptions to every rule, but why is killing strangers less popular then ones they knew? Is it familiarity, knowing what they can get away with and when to strike? Maybe they knew personal patterns so well it made it easier to twist the knife? Betrayal is a fucked up moral-less dimension, to abuse those you love goes against the human condition. So, I say, why bother trying to take away things so close and risk the danger? If you want to hurt people, wouldn't it be much easier killing strangers? A smirk at the camera, a slight nod and wink, shifting his focus from the camera back out to the weakest link. Gabe stares, watching the idiotic man in distance, look around for witnesses, then piss into the gas tank nozzle impaired like Lloyd Christmas is. Gabe chuckles at the ridiculous nature of the dude, why is he such a jerkoff, it's like watching Gator trying to change a fuse. Reno's breakfast finally arrives, a steaming hot plate of hash browns, and some bacon on the side. Chomping in to keep his energy high, to make sure his muscles recover from all the extra sessions to prepare for the fight. The man across finally gets back into his truck, flustered to torment the woman, who realizes her parents were right about this ungrateful fuck. Maybe just strangers but interest peaked, no doubt, Reno waves through the window as the truck turns about. The man in the truck flips him the bird, his attitude in a ditch, Gabe's warm breath hits the frosted window where the man notices spelled out, "BITCH". Who the fuck is that guy? Should I go back and teach him a lesson!? No, Gib, just keep on goin', we gotta be at the haircuttin' place in fifteen minutes and I want that fuckin' haircut. I feel dirty when I have this much hair... YOU IS DIRTY! NO ONE ASKED FOR YOUR FUCKIN' OPINION! If you're good to me between now and they I will give you a special somethin' Sugarplummm... Last time you said that I was laid up in a hospital recovering for three days. SHUT UP, I SAID... YOU NEVER SAID THAT. Then I'm fuckin sayin' it NOW... SHUT THAT NASTY HOLE UNTIL WE GET THERE! FINE. The truck continues on, reaching a fork in the road. Back to Gabe, exiting the diner after paying his tab, getting in his car, and turning on Michael Jackson's "Bad". The sun peaking now just over the horizon, he throws on his sunglasses and heads off in the direction of the truck we saw drivin'. Pedal to the metal, this Thunderbird goes fast, the odometer reaching top speeds, though burning a shitload of gas. Little bit of fuel is an acceptable trade, to chase down a bastard and make a stranger pay... for being a douche to the world while, probably also being a closet pedophile. It makes sense, his passenger did look a lot like Dolly, wait are we allowed to said that... Oh, gee golly! On and on I will go, not ending this drive, until the truck appears and I take the man dead or alive. This is about a passion in the face of adversity, the same kind Chris Chaos uses when he throws up to make Jamaican Jimmy remember the taste of diversity. WAIT!!!!! THERE IT IS! Not the truck... where Kurt Angle ends! A little milk with his morning bread, a little shave for a hollow head... Kurt can dream of gold in the past, but he shouldn't do it while a Vietnamese woman waxes his ass. Seriously though, Kurt, being hairless is great, but for the love of fucking God would you go on a date. Call up Isabella, the Ravenwolf, she's usually free on half moons when her thirst is for cheesy poofs. You'd be PERFECT! OH MY GOD! Gabe Reno the match maker, what were the odds?! Let's try another, I am feeling kind of froggy, maybe Eliza Thorne and Slave's limp form of a body! Well, I guess for her that wouldn't be much fun, so rather than Slave, let's go with Jakob Davis instead... he likes a woman that is absent of meaningful victories like she is! A fork in the road goes left or right, Gabe thinks to himself knowing this could lead him to the man, or get him lost into the night. "What would he do given this circumstance", thinking of the idiotic mannerisms, and taking a chance. To the left he turns as his tires screech with smoke rising up, was this pure coincidence, or did he remember the license plate on the man's green pickup? On at high speeds, and zooming by a sleeping highway Patrolman on the rout, Gabe remembered the strangers in his next bout. This is crazy, but that guy at the station really got me in a rage... now I'm out in the middle of nowhere, trying to find him to cleanse him with my fists over sage. I mean, it isn't like I have never done worse, I did send Mr.F'n Dominance a letter, reading "don't forget your purse". I thought that was friendly, to reminder him how, strangers can be helpful, even if they're about to make you take a bow. How could this asshole in the truck have went this far, maybe he went right after all, I'll just drive to the next bar. Maybe I'll see Nico LaVey or Bearded War Pig, playing with the jukebox, trying to find gayer names to hit play with in their dried up cum socks. Nah, I doubt it, the selection is likely limited, like Kitt Kennedy's fan club after that one guy ended it. Hey speaking of which, where the fuck is my following, don't I have fans, or did they bail when Hunter Payne came calling? Fuck, that sucks, I really wanted to be atoned... like 'The Future' Jose Gomez see's before people boo him and leave him in the present all alone. Maybe Jose should try my time traveling wand, it might help his confidence grow, or... okay, it might be a bomb. Don't trust strangers Jose, you know better, especially ones named 'The Radical'... hey Dominance, you get the letter? Ohhhh, yeah baby, suck that cock... Mmmm, can you get hard or I'll stop. JUST KEEP GOING! Alright... mmmm... He spots the truck ahead stopped outside a barber shop, parks behind, and out of the T-Bird he hops. Peaking through the filthy window, just then he sees, the man against a wall, and the woman in front on her knees. Gabe chokes back puke, knowing it was just a matter of time, before the man disappointed her, then committed a crime. What a disgusting couple, the abused and the inept, do you think they took classes on how to follow in Dolly Water's footsteps? Gabe kicks in the door, the woman turns with a wad of hair in her teeth, the man tries to run, but Reno calls him something. His pride makes him turn, to a losing battle, with a stranger he doesn't realize, is the king of royal battles. Making his move, trying a swift uppercut, Gabe ducks under and mule kicks his ass into a mop bucket for good luck. Angered and upset the man regroups, the woman tries to help him, but they are only two. Reno grabs a broomstick and spins it to distract him, meanwhile on the floor he kicks over a hair shaver into the puddle he stands in. A shock catches the poor bastard off guard, Gabe thinks to himself "how did she blow him unhard?" The woman screams and jumps on 'The Radical' to attack, he giggles for a moment because she hit the ticklish spot on his back. Regaining his senses, he tosses her down, points in her face, and pokes her nose like a clown. She gets up confused, and runs to the backroom, coming back out with a bottle to throw of perfume. Gabe takes one look and says "Bitch, drop that bottle", she hightails it out the back leaving a trail of piss and awful. Her companion gets back up, finding a pair of sharp scissors, he swings them at Reno, but then gets a jab wailing blizzard. Both fists on fire, like a one man band, Gabe practicing for his match at Shove-It with perfect hands. Eventually stunned and about to fall over, Reno returns the flipping gesture from earlier, and delivers a final four leafed punch clover. And just like that the stranger fell, don't worry, he's not dead, but he is a bit pale. Gentlemen, I took his best shots, just like I'll take yours... whether a man, or a few self righteous whores. See this match was never really about endurance, if it had been, you'd have even less reassurance. A mighty hammer will drop from the heavens to the Earth, to claim a gold prize, and begin a reign that can not be coerced. If you listen closely you can hear the end game, chanting for the one, who captures imagination through your pain. No matter how many of you try to overcome, the XWF will be in good hands, and all your worries will be none. Worldly competition, for which I must admit, I am so happy, that I can't contain it. Many of us are talented when it comes to our craft, we spend time in the gym, and in the back we all laugh. This is the circumstance that in your dreams cannot be ignored, no matter how you slice it, I must chop down yours. Every so delicately, like a surgeon I cut, through all the bullshit, and around all the fluff. Pissing off people has never concerned me much, because those who hate out of jealousy, never make good leaders the bunch. I may say a lot about the people I face, I run them down, and talk about how they don't deserve fame. Only to remind them that a stranger's road will be forged unlike the tame, trust me as a stranger for once, because from now on... you'll remember my name. Gabe walks out having delivered a beating to be told, as the woman is seen sprinting down the road in the opposite direction tinkling as she goes. He opens the door and fires up his ride, looks at the camera and with a victorious smile he can't hide. <<<<< SO be careful how you act to strangers when you don't know, what they are capable of, especially for this show. Swinging and missing is becoming a common theme, as all of you flail wildly trying to achieve the same dream. But finally and sternly let me declare, that the fucking truth is of the essence, enter if you dare. No one can save you when you make yourself weak, vulnerable to greatness, when you fall at my feet. The upper echelon has arrived to become, the fucking X-Treme Champion, now go get our your tissue and succumb. 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[Gator]

RADICAL/STRANGERS/XWF#007 ------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------- ------------------- ------- BEGIN >>>>> Sitting alone in a small diner early in the cold morning around dawn, frosted windows, and the aroma of pancakes smelled only, Gabe observes people interacting but doesn't think of being lonely. Shaking his head, looking at the gas station across the street, at a dirty man in an old cap, yelling at an older woman who weeps. He stomps and causes scene, embarrassing her at the passenger door, then smacks the nozzle idiotically, hoping for free that out it might pour. Sipping some coffee and flipping through the Times, Gabe notices simple things, that by each other we as people are defined. I don't know these strangers... who are they and why have they come here? Do they have honorable intentions to help and mend, will they stay long enough to become a friend? I've known many who never kept their word. They'll stab you the second you turn. It's almost becoming common place to be surprised when someone is worth your time, or maybe yours, but not mine. How many people close to you is too many, when a stranger calls do you say "sorry, no slots are empty?" How is it that when homicidal maniacs kill, it's the people closest that they enjoy the pain of to feel. Sure there are a few exceptions to every rule, but why is killing strangers less popular then ones they knew? Is it familiarity, knowing what they can get away with and when to strike? Maybe they knew personal patterns so well it made it easier to twist the knife? Betrayal is a fucked up moral-less dimension, to abuse those you love goes against the human condition. So, I say, why bother trying to take away things so close and risk the danger? If you want to hurt people, wouldn't it be much easier killing strangers? A smirk at the camera, a slight nod and wink, shifting his focus from the camera back out to the weakest link. Gabe stares, watching the idiotic man in distance, look around for witnesses, then piss into the gas tank nozzle impaired like Lloyd Christmas is. Gabe chuckles at the ridiculous nature of the dude, why is he such a jerkoff, it's like watching Gator trying to change a fuse. Reno's breakfast finally arrives, a steaming hot plate of hash browns, and some bacon on the side. Chomping in to keep his energy high, to make sure his muscles recover from all the extra sessions to prepare for the fight. The man across finally gets back into his truck, flustered to torment the woman, who realizes her parents were right about this ungrateful fuck. Maybe just strangers but interest peaked, no doubt, Reno waves through the window as the truck turns about. The man in the truck flips him the bird, his attitude in a ditch, Gabe's warm breath hits the frosted window where the man notices spelled out, "BITCH". Who the fuck is that guy? Should I go back and teach him a lesson!? No, Gib, just keep on goin', we gotta be at the haircuttin' place in fifteen minutes and I want that fuckin' haircut. I feel dirty when I have this much hair... YOU IS DIRTY! NO ONE ASKED FOR YOUR FUCKIN' OPINION! If you're good to me between now and they I will give you a special somethin' Sugarplummm... Last time you said that I was laid up in a hospital recovering for three days. SHUT UP, I SAID... YOU NEVER SAID THAT. Then I'm fuckin sayin' it NOW... SHUT THAT NASTY HOLE UNTIL WE GET THERE! FINE. The truck continues on, reaching a fork in the road. Back to Gabe, exiting the diner after paying his tab, getting in his car, and turning on Michael Jackson's "Bad". The sun peaking now just over the horizon, he throws on his sunglasses and heads off in the direction of the truck we saw drivin'. Pedal to the metal, this Thunderbird goes fast, the odometer reaching top speeds, though burning a shitload of gas. Little bit of fuel is an acceptable trade, to chase down a bastard and make a stranger pay... for being a douche to the world while, probably also being a closet pedophile. It makes sense, his passenger did look a lot like Dolly, wait are we allowed to said that... Oh, gee golly! On and on I will go, not ending this drive, until the truck appears and I take the man dead or alive. This is about a passion in the face of adversity, the same kind Chris Chaos uses when he throws up to make Jamaican Jimmy remember the taste of diversity. WAIT!!!!! THERE IT IS! Not the truck... where Kurt Angle ends! A little milk with his morning bread, a little shave for a hollow head... Kurt can dream of gold in the past, but he shouldn't do it while a Vietnamese woman waxes his ass. Seriously though, Kurt, being hairless is great, but for the love of fucking God would you go on a date. Call up Isabella, the Ravenwolf, she's usually free on half moons when her thirst is for cheesy poofs. You'd be PERFECT! OH MY GOD! Gabe Reno the match maker, what were the odds?! Let's try another, I am feeling kind of froggy, maybe Eliza Thorne and Slave's limp form of a body! Well, I guess for her that wouldn't be much fun, so rather than Slave, let's go with Jakob Davis instead... he likes a woman that is absent of meaningful victories like she is! A fork in the road goes left or right, Gabe thinks to himself knowing this could lead him to the man, or get him lost into the night. "What would he do given this circumstance", thinking of the idiotic mannerisms, and taking a chance. To the left he turns as his tires screech with smoke rising up, was this pure coincidence, or did he remember the license plate on the man's green pickup? On at high speeds, and zooming by a sleeping highway Patrolman on the rout, Gabe remembered the strangers in his next bout. This is crazy, but that guy at the station really got me in a rage... now I'm out in the middle of nowhere, trying to find him to cleanse him with my fists over sage. I mean, it isn't like I have never done worse, I did send Mr.F'n Dominance a letter, reading "don't forget your purse". I thought that was friendly, to reminder him how, strangers can be helpful, even if they're about to make you take a bow. How could this asshole in the truck have went this far, maybe he went right after all, I'll just drive to the next bar. Maybe I'll see Nico LaVey or Bearded War Pig, playing with the jukebox, trying to find gayer names to hit play with in their dried up cum socks. Nah, I doubt it, the selection is likely limited, like Kitt Kennedy's fan club after that one guy ended it. Hey speaking of which, where the fuck is my following, don't I have fans, or did they bail when Hunter Payne came calling? Fuck, that sucks, I really wanted to be atoned... like 'The Future' Jose Gomez see's before people boo him and leave him in the present all alone. Maybe Jose should try my time traveling wand, it might help his confidence grow, or... okay, it might be a bomb. Don't trust strangers Jose, you know better, especially ones named 'The Radical'... hey Dominance, you get the letter? Ohhhh, yeah baby, suck that cock... Mmmm, can you get hard or I'll stop. JUST KEEP GOING! Alright... mmmm... He spots the truck ahead stopped outside a barber shop, parks behind, and out of the T-Bird he hops. Peaking through the filthy window, just then he sees, the man against a wall, and the woman in front on her knees. Gabe chokes back puke, knowing it was just a matter of time, before the man disappointed her, then committed a crime. What a disgusting couple, the abused and the inept, do you think they took classes on how to follow in Dolly Water's footsteps? Gabe kicks in the door, the woman turns with a wad of hair in her teeth, the man tries to run, but Reno calls him something. His pride makes him turn, to a losing battle, with a stranger he doesn't realize, is the king of royal battles. Making his move, trying a swift uppercut, Gabe ducks under and mule kicks his ass into a mop bucket for good luck. Angered and upset the man regroups, the woman tries to help him, but they are only two. Reno grabs a broomstick and spins it to distract him, meanwhile on the floor he kicks over a hair shaver into the puddle he stands in. A shock catches the poor bastard off guard, Gabe thinks to himself "how did she blow him unhard?" The woman screams and jumps on 'The Radical' to attack, he giggles for a moment because she hit the ticklish spot on his back. Regaining his senses, he tosses her down, points in her face, and pokes her nose like a clown. She gets up confused, and runs to the backroom, coming back out with a bottle to throw of perfume. Gabe takes one look and says "Bitch, drop that bottle", she hightails it out the back leaving a trail of piss and awful. Her companion gets back up, finding a pair of sharp scissors, he swings them at Reno, but then gets a jab wailing blizzard. Both fists on fire, like a one man band, Gabe practicing for his match at Shove-It with perfect hands. Eventually stunned and about to fall over, Reno returns the flipping gesture from earlier, and delivers a final four leafed punch clover. And just like that the stranger fell, don't worry, he's not dead, but he is a bit pale. Gentlemen, I took his best shots, just like I'll take yours... whether a man, or a few self righteous whores. See this match was never really about endurance, if it had been, you'd have even less reassurance. A mighty hammer will drop from the heavens to the Earth, to claim a gold prize, and begin a reign that can not be coerced. If you listen closely you can hear the end game, chanting for the one, who captures imagination through your pain. No matter how many of you try to overcome, the XWF will be in good hands, and all your worries will be none. Worldly competition, for which I must admit, I am so happy, that I can't contain it. Many of us are talented when it comes to our craft, we spend time in the gym, and in the back we all laugh. This is the circumstance that in your dreams cannot be ignored, no matter how you slice it, I must chop down yours. Every so delicately, like a surgeon I cut, through all the bullshit, and around all the fluff. Pissing off people has never concerned me much, because those who hate out of jealousy, never make good leaders the bunch. I may say a lot about the people I face, I run them down, and talk about how they don't deserve fame. Only to remind them that a stranger's road will be forged unlike the tame, trust me as a stranger for once, because from now on... you'll remember my name. Gabe walks out having delivered a beating to be told, as the woman is seen sprinting down the road in the opposite direction tinkling as she goes. He opens the door and fires up his ride, looks at the camera and with a victorious smile he can't hide. <<<<< SO be careful how you act to strangers when you don't know, what they are capable of, especially for this show. Swinging and missing is becoming a common theme, as all of you flail wildly trying to achieve the same dream. But finally and sternly let me declare, that the fucking truth is of the essence, enter if you dare. No one can save you when you make yourself weak, vulnerable to greatness, when you fall at my feet. The upper echelon has arrived to become, the fucking X-Treme Champion, now go get our your tissue and succumb. 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