13.8.07

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It seems as though there is an aura of disappointment surrounding last weekend’s events. I ask you, what’s new? When was the last time Ring of Honor gave you your money’s worth? Come on guys! When was the last time you went home from an ROH show, got on your little computers, and didn’t have a single thing to complain about? Oh wait, I know the answer…NEVER.

You nerds, who sit at your PCs, continually clicking the refresh button so as to promptly respond to any reply that doesn’t agree with your high, mighty, and all-knowing opinion of the way pro wrestling should be, will always find something grumble about. You are the same gullible kids who thought you would uncover the secret of Project 161 with a simple series of clicks. You are the same kids who thought you traced everything back to Ring of Honor promoter Gabe Sapolsky by doing your best lazy Sherlock Holmes impersonation. Is there any question why we have chosen this medium to take on this ride? Fooling you is almost as easy as it was for us to infiltrate your ranks during Death Before Dishonor Weekend.

Know this; we are always there, we always will be, and we’ll always a step ahead. Always. We know how you think. Shit, we practically guide you through the maze, as if you were a blind man. You expect a major development, and we do what we want—we spread the word. Hold your patience. Soon enough kiddies, every man, woman and child associated with Ring of Honor and pro wrestling will know our name; they will know our cause; and they will have a decision to make.

Are you with us? Or, are you against us? The only gray will be the storm clouds approaching. Everything else is black and white.

Hartford and Manhattan: be on your toes. Because if you are not, we’ll knock you off your feet.

12 comments:

Koby said...

The only disappointing thing about this weekend's shows was the lack of involvement from your "project". All you did was flick a light switch and throw some t-shirts. Any small-time indy promoter could come up with these stunts. I expected a lot more from a group that has such a fascination with the morbid and the tragic. But I guess we'll have to wait for Glory by Honor. Don't disappoint.

Christopher said...

Hmm..for the first time in your "existance", Mr. 161, I actually agree with you. Your stance on the message board and its sense of superiority is totally accurate. All you hear there is whining and bitching (sort of like here, but thats relative, I guess) and a total lack of satisfaction. I hope you do something at the NYC show. I know that I'll be on my toes.

DC SNIPER said...

http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/

e130/puroresu9/161nyc.jpg


NYC WAKES UP TO A "HOMICIDE"

NYC BLEEDS ROH RED

--DC SNIPER--

shane.charleson@gmail.com said...

OK, you have me hooked. All your little subterfuge acts have me wishing the next show would speed up, so I (and indeed, all of us) can see how next your welcome mat unfolds.

You'll welcome us in and SNAP - the trap will spring.

R W Scott said...

I stand with you

Frank said...

I am ready for you. Come and take me. For I see the sheeple that roam through society and it makes me sick. I am not one of them. I am one of you!

Paul said...

Yeah, I don't want to ramble on with a crazy speech, it's not my thing(Despite my name), but if I do do I get one of those cool t-Shirts?

Paul said...

Yeah, I don't want to ramble on with a crazy speech, it's not my thing, but if I do do I get one of those cool t-Shirts?

Skip Niklas said...

A step ahead? Is that why you had to scramble to cover your tracks? Is that why when we spoke on the phone I could hear the fear and surprise in your voice? Lazy Sherlock Holmes impersonation, eh? If that's all it takes to make you go back to the drawing board and get this fancy new site then I'd say you're not going to last long with this little endeavor. Try to actually put a little effort into whatever display you're planning for Chicago, you wouldn't the ppv audience to see you as the fools that we already do. Until next time, friend...

R W Scott said...

I'm awake. The neverending battle has begun, every bit as futile as it's ever been. My eyes remain closed, perhaps a little too tightly as I valliently fight the inevitable. My breathing slows as my heart races. I reach back with all that I am but, as always, salvation brushes my fingertips, nothing more. The vague notion makes it's regular journey through my mind: is it mocking me or reaching back? I struggle silently as I feel the last tendrils slipping through my fingers. Arms warm and safe. Hair brushed back. A kiss on the forehead. The whispered advice, 'Do what you can live with'. Where softness and sweetness hold sway and the cold hardness has no business invading. The battle is over. As always, I'm on the defeated side. Eyelids flutter as I indulge in one last act of defiance and the faintest hint of a smile plays at my lips. It both chills me and thrills me. One day, I won't be back.

Paul said...

You know, something about this just seems wrong to me. Not in the sense that I am not intrigued, but in the sense that all anyone has been able to figure out is stuff that is easily found. A clever enough thief will make a policeman think that the man he arrested is the man who is actually responsible. I am going to go out on a limb and say that so far we, as a collective audience have fallen into every single trap and gone for every shiny bit of bait laid in front of us. I for one and just going to stop. There is obviously a very well thought out plan. So when the time comes that we are called on to participate in what ever it is they we are called on to do, then I will be ready. Until then I am going to sit back, enjoy the suspense wait for what ever is inevitably going to come to me.

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