(12-13-2013, 04:06 AM)Mr. Supernova Said:

(12-12-2013, 10:45 PM)*Hunter Payne* Said: Sorry, I just thought the fruity bitch would be drinking the fruity bitch drink.


But I didn't expect you to be so sensitive, I see a lot of Estrogen coming out of you, and absoutely zero Testosterone.


And I'm also sorry, that I, like everyone else, just mix all you "spacemen" together. Who can forget Mr. Meteor, or Mr. Radio, or Mr. XWF, or even that Mr. Satelite. Hey quick question, is the Mister prefix and being a spaceman thing related? Is it like some Star Trek thing or something? I mean you look like you were a geek in "space school", you should know. Seriously, I'd like an answer to that.


But I'm getting off track here...



Really? You've actually managed to hold a title that is actually designed to give the champion multiple advantages over it's challengers... AND here's the kicker, you didn't compete under the same rules when winning that championship as every challenger must go through to compete for that championship now!.. Yet you feel the need to brag about something you probably couldn't do if you were held to the same standard as all of your challengers are held to!


Geez Nova, how did you manage to hold on to the TV Championship so long?! Especally with ALL THOSE odds stacked against you.


As for you "threatening" me with a wrestling match, was that supposed to make me scared? Because actually, I accept your challenge! And I'm glad you finally decided to give me your little 15 minutes of fame. Anytime after the December 21st Straight Edge Shove It. I would challenge you on the show, but we all know you don't have the soberity or the testicles to sign up for it.




Nova, you are truly the only one who lives in a fantasy.


Supernova you have a serious problem and I have successfully diagnosed you. You constantly change moods and looks, you believe you're an alien from outer space, and you have multiple split personalities. You are an obvious schizophrenic, that gets enhanced when you've been drinking. Believe it or not Nova, SEX is here to help you. Unlike your Black Circle comrades that would let you live with this disease. We want to you to be sober and thinking like a human being again, and I will not rest until you're able to differentiate our one reality from your multiple space fantasies.

Way to avoid my question. I asked - 'What have you acquired here, besides a group of pathetic bottom feeders, who can barely scrape up a win over mediocre talent on their best night?' - and you come back with all this garbage.


Okay, just because I can take a dick and enjoy it, doesn't make me a fruity bitch. It makes me bi-sexual or gay in the eyes of you humans, but it does not make me a fruity bitch. I'm comfortable in my sexuality and it has no effect whatsoever, on my abilities in any other field of life. It is also an irrelevant point.


Just like you bringing up estrogen coming off me. Again, I've always been a man. Sorry to disappoint you there. You've brought up that hopeful thought of me being a woman twice now though, which doesn't bode well for your own heterosexuality. Perhaps you should look into your own confusing thoughts, in a time when you aren't attempting to make insults.


Anyway, moving on. You do know when you made fun of all my name changes and face changes, I addressed that point and said, I've only had one 'in ring' name prior. You do know that...had you done your research, you would have known Mr. Satellite won the NK title after fighting through the halls of the XWF and beating about a dozen heads to achieve that title, one armed I might add. That after that happened, it was re-dubbed the TV title by Mr. Satellite and yet, here I stand with it. Now how do you suppose that happened? Huh? Oh that's right, because I used to be called Mr. Satellite.


You know after I claimed the NK title and redubbed it the TV title, I also went on to become triple champ. I carried three titles at once and the TV title was only one of them. The other two being the US and the UFO title. Titles I carried for quite awhile too. Oh...but, now I only have a title that has special guidelines, in order to help me keep it. It wasn't like I battled through a shit ton of people desperate to claim it and then earned the title by successfully beating them all one armed. And it surely wasn't that I thought to myself after I won the title - 'Hey, if I could do that, maybe the people who challenge me should have to be put to the test now.', which then brought about the idea for the rules. No, it wasn't any of that. I magically obtained the title and now I carry it with these special guidelines already in place.


Geez Hunter, if you're going to talk down someone's career, at least learn something about it first. Oh, but then you would see you had shit to talk down to. That at every turn, I am exactly as amazing and fucking awesome as I claim to be. That the only far and few times I lost, was at the hands of people you couldn't beat if you multiplied yourself by ten, or twenty even.


It's so sad to see you wither and squirm, as you try to come at me with insults that'll stick. They don't you know. Your insults are as weak as your wrestling skills. Which is why I said, I know I can destroy you. However, if you need that to happen on your own show, well then by all means....lets have it happen then. Your stipulations and guidelines hold no weight over me.


But perhaps, you're right. I'm not as fantastic as I've proven myself to be, time and time again. Perhaps I'm just a drunk, schizophrenic and I'm not a spaceman at all. Perhaps, I never grew my arm back, after wrestling here several months one armed. It was never gone. That was just a hallucination on my part, just like I surely must have hallucinated all the victories I obtained on my own.


I suppose there really is only one way to find out though. I hope you're prepared to feel the pain, of the errors of your judgement and can deal with the shame that being torn to shreds on your own Shove It...will bring. To me it'll be business as usual I'm afraid. You know and after I completely destroy you and leave you a bloody and broken mess; laying on the canvas, I'll move on and it'll be like nothing to me.


In other words I accept your terms and I agree to be booked on your Shove It bitch.


I look forward to you 'relieving' me of my 'space fantasies' but if you don't and of course you won't, I think you should owe me something. Yes, that sounds about right. You should owe me something. Hmmmm...but what?


I know!


I want you to snort a line of coke off Mr. XWF's dick. Right in the middle of the ring for all to see.


I'm sure I can get a hold of him for this and I'm positive he'd be ecstatic to do it. Boy Hunter....this idea just came to me out of nowhere, but now I'm actually looking forward to beating the shit out of you!


What do you say Hunter? Do you accept? You can tack on whatever guidelines you wish and I'll gladly accept. You don't even need to ask if I do. I blindly accept whatever the terms are, but you must accept my term. After I beat you down and claim my win, you must lift that mangled and broken face of yours...right up to Mr. XWF's erect cock and snort a fat ass line of coke off it.


What do you say?


Will you be a bitch and find an excuse, or will you accept?

Hunter awakens from the daydream he was having while Mr. Supernova was talking.



Are you done?



Seriously, are you done?



NO NOVA I WILL NOT HAVE A DICK SUCKING CONTEST WITH YOU!


Sorry to disappoint, I'm not sucking anyone's dick, I did that enough with Joy! Haha.


And I'm not snorting cocaine. That kinda goes against this whole Straight Edge thing I'm doing, if you hadn't noticed.


So request denied.


But I can tell by your two hour State of the Union address you just gave me that I'm starting to get under your skin here. For an argument that you started nonetheless.


So call it bitching out. Call it being smart. Hell, call it whatever you want. But I've got a show to start planning for, so I'm going to go. Till next time Supernova.


Hunter leaves the War Room discussion room, letting cooler heads prevail.