Post by Scruffy Dog on Jan 30, 2008 18:37:15 GMT 10
Scruffy Dog. Ice Rock. Spaz. Jessica Alba. Fogheimer. Just some of the names being thrown about over the past few days, especially with everyone impatiently waiting for Scruffy Dog's response to Ice Rock's outburst and needing to talk about basically anything to pass the time. Ever since Scruffy Dog left the AWO arena without so much as a word of protest to the blasting Ice Rock gave to him from right in front of him, they - the fans - have been waiting to hear something, anything, from their beloved AWO World Champion. They need wait no longer, however, as 'Falling Away From Me' hits. The crowd gives a large yet mixed reaction as Scruffy Dog makes his way out of the entranceway, not holding the World Title. He makes his way down to the ring and enters it, leaning over the ropes on the other side to accept a microphone from one of the ring staff. He pauses and waits for the crowd reaction to die down, and then raises it to his lips.
Scruffy Dog: "You know in those teen comedies there's always that one guy, that one jock, who picks on all the dweebs and talks about all his conquests with girls endlessly? And this guy, most likely heavily into sports and loving that whole shower time routine with the rest of the guys, is always the one to call everyone else gay, and shy away as far as possible from anything that might make him look even remotely gay. And almost always in those movies, this guy... this homophobe, quick to judge and quicker to accuse guy... turns out to be gay himself. Now... I'm not going to go into any assumptions or try to point out any similarities between this guy and Ice Rock... "
Scruffy Dog trails off, letting the audience use their own imagination as to where he was heading. And it's not difficult. After a moment, he chuckles along with members of the crowd, and raises the microphone again, finished with the topic and moving on.
Scruffy Dog: "Now Ice Rock, I'm not out here today to talk about sexual orientation. I'm not here to throw ludicrous and irrelevant accusations around about you or any member of the AWO staff. You see, unlike some people, I have better uses of my time, and more important things to say."
Scruffy Dog sends a condescending glance towards the nearest camera, aimed at Ice Rock.
Scruffy Dog: "I'm out here today to talk a about a little something called worth. Worth, and worthiness, and how these terms reflect upon you and your hopes and dreams of becoming a future AWO World Champion. What is it to be worthy? The dictionary describes 'worth' as good or important enough to justify what is specified. And yes, I know you PROBABLY know what the word is... but judging from some of your word diarrhoea as of late, I can't be too careful to assume anything about your intelligence and ability to put words and meanings together."
Scruffy Dog stares at the camera, not laughing.
Scruffy Dog: "When I look back and think about the past AWO World Champions, do you know what I see Ice Rock? Well... apart from myself, twice, that is. I see glory. I see guts. I see determination. Those are all things you probably possess Ice Rock, it's true. But I also see a vast and unquestionable amount of intelligence and cunning. Cheap Shot, Spaz, Bez... these guys were champions not because they were huge or could throw the fastest and strongest punch. These guys were champions because they could get inside your head. They could see what was coming next. Fonzeica, Bez, Spaz, Cheap Shot, SDL, Inferno... this is an outstanding list of wrestlers, and it's what makes the history of the AWO World Championship so amazing."
Scruffy Dog sighs, lovingly, before coming back to reality.
Scruffy Dog: "And when you compare the champions of yesterday with today's AWO roster, what do you see? Who has the same tenacity and guile that the former champions did, apart from me? Mike Polowy would certainly have been up there a few years ago. He could talk himself up with the best of them, and was a match for the entire AWO stable - at least while we were fighting amongst ourselves. Back then, you'd be proud to have him as your champion. But now? Now he spends his days at some other federation, and when he does show his face around here it's to lose to Chris Bond. Championship material? Hardly. And when thinking about possible championship contenders, not too many other names come to mind. Chris Bond, regrettably, must be one name to mention... however he proved already that he's too scared to even promo for a match against yours truly, so he's out of the question. Still, he has a certain goofy charm and youthfulness that makes you think that as long as he can get to the ring without shooting himself in the head, he won't give up. And the last person I'll mention is Maverick. I think it's possible that I've never actually fought Maverick one on one, so it's difficult to truly judge him. However he definitely seems to have a lot going on inside his skull. He may not show it often, but I'm certain Maverick could outsmart most of the people here, making him the most likely candidate for the AWO World Championship if anything were to stop myself from possessing it. In my opinion, that is."
Scruffy Dog smiles, ignoring the mixed reaction from the crowd regarding Maverick.
Scruffy Dog: "These three people however - Polowy, Bond and Maverick - are not going for the AWO World Championship. You are. And being that these three people have held multiple championships throughout the AWO and NMW regime, they have proven themselves at least worthy of a shot for the gold. Even if they would fail against me, as anyone inevitably would, these men have proven themselves in the past, and this is what makes them contenders today. Mike Polowy is a former NMW World champion. Maverick is a former NMW World Champion, using his wits to screw Mike out of a Rumble match. Bond is now a two time ULF champion. And you Ice Rock... you, the man actually looking at my World Championship belt and expecting to win it come Resolution... how many AWO and NMW championships, collectively, have you held?"
Scruffy Dog smiles again, smugly. The crowd boos not approving of his insinuations.
Scruffy Dog: "My memory is a little sketchy Ice Rock, but during your constant interruptions and matches in the NMW and AWO... I believe your career... you're amazing and prestigious and historic career... has actually amounted to ZERO championship reigns. It seems you couldn't even get your hands on the Sympathy title. Now, as I said, my memory isn't what it used to be... so perhaps if you did obtain a title somewhere down the track it was such a forgetful title reign that I don't even remember... and I don't know which is worse, to be honest. To be the man who managed NOTHING in his entire tenure with the NMW/AWO or the man who managed to get titles and still be unnoticed. It really begs the question, doesn't it? If Mike Polowy and Maverick are serious championship contenders... then what exactly makes you worthy of this shot at glory? More to the point... what makes you worthy of this shot at glory for a SECOND time?"
Scruffy Dog shrugs, puzzled.
Scruffy Dog: "Sure, you've held titles. You've held world titles. But let's face it. The titles you've held are the very same titles, or those of the same prestige, as those now incorporated in the ULF Championship. And there's a reason the L stands for 'lesser', believe me. The titles you've held prove that you're the best of the worst. They don't prove anything when it comes to the AWO. I mean, look at yourself when compared to those champions of the past I mentioned earlier. Look at yourself, compared to Cheap Shot. Cheap Shot was near-invincible. I should know, since he's the one man I have never managed to successfully beat, unless it was all a publicity stunt. Cheap Shot, even if we have gone our seperate ways, is a man who will always have my respect because he got everything he sought. If he wanted the AWO Championship, he'd get it. No problem. Because he was just that good, and just that cunning enough to pull off any plans that came to him. You are the opposite. You are crass, abrupt, crude, and ignorant. You run head-first at everything but in the end find nothing but a brick wall and another concussion. This is why you have always failed at everything you've tried to do since we've met. There's no intelligence there, only foolish ignorance, hope, and naivety."
Scruffy Dog shakes his head, disgusted.
Scruffy Dog: "The last time you were out here was a perfect example. Such a fool you made of yourself that I didn't even know how to respond. I was gob smacked that you've fallen so far as to use gay jokes against me. Not even IMPLIED gay jokes, which we're all guilty of from time to time, but full on crude and embarrassing - to yourself only - implications of my sexuality. And calling Bond my gay lover? Very classy Ice Rock. Very classy indeed. Seriously, I felt like I was standing face to face with a second grader. I didn't know whether to punch you, retort your remarks, or call your mum to pick you up. Is that what an AWO Champion should be known for, Ice Rock? Do you really think Fonzeica went around getting his opponents to bend over and asking if that's the way other guys liked it?"
He shakes his head again, but then bursts out laughing.
Scruffy Dog: "And then would you believe... that the first person to come out and actually argue with what you said was none other than Bond! Understandable I suppose since he's closer than me to your level, but that's beside the point. The fact is, he completely wrecked you. So much so that you seem to be the one who's retreated to your locker room, unsure of where to go next, or what to insinuate next. It was quite a show Ice Rock, and possibly the first time I've ever been amused by anything Bond has ever done. And the fact that this man, who has forever been the laughing stock of the AWO, managed to do so against yourself... will, it speaks volumes about your style, doesn't it now?"
Scruffy Dog calms down, and forms a serious expression on his face.
Scruffy Dog: "As I've been trying to say Ice Rock. It's all, in the end, about worth. This whole speech was an attempt to show you that you've done nothing to warrant the shot at the World Championship, and indeed if I hadn't handed it to you on a silver platter, you never would have received it. There are so many better wrestlers than you across the globe Ice Rock. Nowadays, I think you'd even have trouble getting to the top of those bottom rung federations you used to dominate back in the day, like the XFL. There's certainly better contenders for me to face here in the AWO, that's for sure. At Resolution, you're going to be taught a lesson you won't soon forget. It doesn't matter how much you trash talk and bad mouth your opponent. If you don't have what it takes up here..."
Scruffy Dog taps his temple.
Scruffy Dog: "... none of it will matter in the end."
Scruffy Dog pauses for a moment before continuing.
Scruffy Dog: "This promo... this isn't just about me going to win because I'm a tough guy and better than you. This is about why you're going to lose, because history dictates it. You, simply put, are not - have never, and never will be - worthy of the Attitude Wrestling Organisation World Championship."
'Falling Away From Me' hits again, as a chorus of boos (with some cheers from the die-hard Scruffy Dog fans and Ice Rock haters) rains down from the stands and Scruffy Dog makes his way out of the ring and to the backstage area.
Scruffy Dog: "You know in those teen comedies there's always that one guy, that one jock, who picks on all the dweebs and talks about all his conquests with girls endlessly? And this guy, most likely heavily into sports and loving that whole shower time routine with the rest of the guys, is always the one to call everyone else gay, and shy away as far as possible from anything that might make him look even remotely gay. And almost always in those movies, this guy... this homophobe, quick to judge and quicker to accuse guy... turns out to be gay himself. Now... I'm not going to go into any assumptions or try to point out any similarities between this guy and Ice Rock... "
Scruffy Dog trails off, letting the audience use their own imagination as to where he was heading. And it's not difficult. After a moment, he chuckles along with members of the crowd, and raises the microphone again, finished with the topic and moving on.
Scruffy Dog: "Now Ice Rock, I'm not out here today to talk about sexual orientation. I'm not here to throw ludicrous and irrelevant accusations around about you or any member of the AWO staff. You see, unlike some people, I have better uses of my time, and more important things to say."
Scruffy Dog sends a condescending glance towards the nearest camera, aimed at Ice Rock.
Scruffy Dog: "I'm out here today to talk a about a little something called worth. Worth, and worthiness, and how these terms reflect upon you and your hopes and dreams of becoming a future AWO World Champion. What is it to be worthy? The dictionary describes 'worth' as good or important enough to justify what is specified. And yes, I know you PROBABLY know what the word is... but judging from some of your word diarrhoea as of late, I can't be too careful to assume anything about your intelligence and ability to put words and meanings together."
Scruffy Dog stares at the camera, not laughing.
Scruffy Dog: "When I look back and think about the past AWO World Champions, do you know what I see Ice Rock? Well... apart from myself, twice, that is. I see glory. I see guts. I see determination. Those are all things you probably possess Ice Rock, it's true. But I also see a vast and unquestionable amount of intelligence and cunning. Cheap Shot, Spaz, Bez... these guys were champions not because they were huge or could throw the fastest and strongest punch. These guys were champions because they could get inside your head. They could see what was coming next. Fonzeica, Bez, Spaz, Cheap Shot, SDL, Inferno... this is an outstanding list of wrestlers, and it's what makes the history of the AWO World Championship so amazing."
Scruffy Dog sighs, lovingly, before coming back to reality.
Scruffy Dog: "And when you compare the champions of yesterday with today's AWO roster, what do you see? Who has the same tenacity and guile that the former champions did, apart from me? Mike Polowy would certainly have been up there a few years ago. He could talk himself up with the best of them, and was a match for the entire AWO stable - at least while we were fighting amongst ourselves. Back then, you'd be proud to have him as your champion. But now? Now he spends his days at some other federation, and when he does show his face around here it's to lose to Chris Bond. Championship material? Hardly. And when thinking about possible championship contenders, not too many other names come to mind. Chris Bond, regrettably, must be one name to mention... however he proved already that he's too scared to even promo for a match against yours truly, so he's out of the question. Still, he has a certain goofy charm and youthfulness that makes you think that as long as he can get to the ring without shooting himself in the head, he won't give up. And the last person I'll mention is Maverick. I think it's possible that I've never actually fought Maverick one on one, so it's difficult to truly judge him. However he definitely seems to have a lot going on inside his skull. He may not show it often, but I'm certain Maverick could outsmart most of the people here, making him the most likely candidate for the AWO World Championship if anything were to stop myself from possessing it. In my opinion, that is."
Scruffy Dog smiles, ignoring the mixed reaction from the crowd regarding Maverick.
Scruffy Dog: "These three people however - Polowy, Bond and Maverick - are not going for the AWO World Championship. You are. And being that these three people have held multiple championships throughout the AWO and NMW regime, they have proven themselves at least worthy of a shot for the gold. Even if they would fail against me, as anyone inevitably would, these men have proven themselves in the past, and this is what makes them contenders today. Mike Polowy is a former NMW World champion. Maverick is a former NMW World Champion, using his wits to screw Mike out of a Rumble match. Bond is now a two time ULF champion. And you Ice Rock... you, the man actually looking at my World Championship belt and expecting to win it come Resolution... how many AWO and NMW championships, collectively, have you held?"
Scruffy Dog smiles again, smugly. The crowd boos not approving of his insinuations.
Scruffy Dog: "My memory is a little sketchy Ice Rock, but during your constant interruptions and matches in the NMW and AWO... I believe your career... you're amazing and prestigious and historic career... has actually amounted to ZERO championship reigns. It seems you couldn't even get your hands on the Sympathy title. Now, as I said, my memory isn't what it used to be... so perhaps if you did obtain a title somewhere down the track it was such a forgetful title reign that I don't even remember... and I don't know which is worse, to be honest. To be the man who managed NOTHING in his entire tenure with the NMW/AWO or the man who managed to get titles and still be unnoticed. It really begs the question, doesn't it? If Mike Polowy and Maverick are serious championship contenders... then what exactly makes you worthy of this shot at glory? More to the point... what makes you worthy of this shot at glory for a SECOND time?"
Scruffy Dog shrugs, puzzled.
Scruffy Dog: "Sure, you've held titles. You've held world titles. But let's face it. The titles you've held are the very same titles, or those of the same prestige, as those now incorporated in the ULF Championship. And there's a reason the L stands for 'lesser', believe me. The titles you've held prove that you're the best of the worst. They don't prove anything when it comes to the AWO. I mean, look at yourself when compared to those champions of the past I mentioned earlier. Look at yourself, compared to Cheap Shot. Cheap Shot was near-invincible. I should know, since he's the one man I have never managed to successfully beat, unless it was all a publicity stunt. Cheap Shot, even if we have gone our seperate ways, is a man who will always have my respect because he got everything he sought. If he wanted the AWO Championship, he'd get it. No problem. Because he was just that good, and just that cunning enough to pull off any plans that came to him. You are the opposite. You are crass, abrupt, crude, and ignorant. You run head-first at everything but in the end find nothing but a brick wall and another concussion. This is why you have always failed at everything you've tried to do since we've met. There's no intelligence there, only foolish ignorance, hope, and naivety."
Scruffy Dog shakes his head, disgusted.
Scruffy Dog: "The last time you were out here was a perfect example. Such a fool you made of yourself that I didn't even know how to respond. I was gob smacked that you've fallen so far as to use gay jokes against me. Not even IMPLIED gay jokes, which we're all guilty of from time to time, but full on crude and embarrassing - to yourself only - implications of my sexuality. And calling Bond my gay lover? Very classy Ice Rock. Very classy indeed. Seriously, I felt like I was standing face to face with a second grader. I didn't know whether to punch you, retort your remarks, or call your mum to pick you up. Is that what an AWO Champion should be known for, Ice Rock? Do you really think Fonzeica went around getting his opponents to bend over and asking if that's the way other guys liked it?"
He shakes his head again, but then bursts out laughing.
Scruffy Dog: "And then would you believe... that the first person to come out and actually argue with what you said was none other than Bond! Understandable I suppose since he's closer than me to your level, but that's beside the point. The fact is, he completely wrecked you. So much so that you seem to be the one who's retreated to your locker room, unsure of where to go next, or what to insinuate next. It was quite a show Ice Rock, and possibly the first time I've ever been amused by anything Bond has ever done. And the fact that this man, who has forever been the laughing stock of the AWO, managed to do so against yourself... will, it speaks volumes about your style, doesn't it now?"
Scruffy Dog calms down, and forms a serious expression on his face.
Scruffy Dog: "As I've been trying to say Ice Rock. It's all, in the end, about worth. This whole speech was an attempt to show you that you've done nothing to warrant the shot at the World Championship, and indeed if I hadn't handed it to you on a silver platter, you never would have received it. There are so many better wrestlers than you across the globe Ice Rock. Nowadays, I think you'd even have trouble getting to the top of those bottom rung federations you used to dominate back in the day, like the XFL. There's certainly better contenders for me to face here in the AWO, that's for sure. At Resolution, you're going to be taught a lesson you won't soon forget. It doesn't matter how much you trash talk and bad mouth your opponent. If you don't have what it takes up here..."
Scruffy Dog taps his temple.
Scruffy Dog: "... none of it will matter in the end."
Scruffy Dog pauses for a moment before continuing.
Scruffy Dog: "This promo... this isn't just about me going to win because I'm a tough guy and better than you. This is about why you're going to lose, because history dictates it. You, simply put, are not - have never, and never will be - worthy of the Attitude Wrestling Organisation World Championship."
'Falling Away From Me' hits again, as a chorus of boos (with some cheers from the die-hard Scruffy Dog fans and Ice Rock haters) rains down from the stands and Scruffy Dog makes his way out of the ring and to the backstage area.