Counting days…
Counting hours…
Counting minutes…
Every mystery has six questions that are vital to its secrecy, its intrigue, and its solution. By first giving you the breathing room to answer the questions for yourself, we have only further developed our legend. By then giving you pieces and probability, we have at the same time narrowed and dilated your peripheral. And finally, by giving you depth, with bits of honesty and valor, we have gained your respect. When the curtain falls on this weekend, eyes will be open as far as jaws will be dropped. History will be scratched out and rewritten by the hands of a new revolution. A revolution you thought you figured out and dispelled, but one that has quietly kept you by its side throughout this waiting game.
On a side note, it seems that the dumbest of the brutes have caught wind of our on goings. They can’t put their redneck fingers on it yet, but who’s surprised by that? They can’t even count their own missing teeth, let alone put two and two together. It’s almost too easy…
Counting seconds until all that’s been building and building for months will come to a head. There’s not much left to be said, and after all the speculation, and all the enticement, and all the mystery, the conclusion to this prelude will be well worth the wait. But before we give you the revolution, shouldn’t you at least know who we are? Shouldn’t we be on a first name basis?
No more clues. Tune in back here this Thursday night for an unveiling of sorts; a matinee, if you will. Project 161 will reveal exactly who we are, and what we’re here for. Until next time…fight the good fight.
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I spent the day in a conference hall watching drones hold muted barely audible, barely recognisable conversations simply as a means to break silence. seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours and slowly I could feel my mind decomposing as it desperately sought to wrench itself from the dull monotony of what passes for my life.
I called into the office and made arrangements not to be there again tomorrow as Im sure it would have been my last day on this earth had I not. I would have melted through the desk in the midst of telling someone how terribly important the report they had just presented to me on the mysteriously disappearing paperclip supplies was. In reality I'm stealing them and fashioning them into a rope in order that I might escape out of my window one lunchtime.
I returned home and threw my work clothes on the floor, desperate to be free of that restriction and then looked uninspired for something to wear instead. "The shirt, wear the shirt" I heard myself think and reached for it.
The sign of the revolution. My golden ticket. My badge of honor.
then I sat down to read this and it all clicks into place.
So tonight you reveal yourself to us.
Watch as the non believers jump on board the bandwagon. Watch as the tide turns in your favor.
We will know you soon.
Retarded.
Stay with me folks. I have it all figured out.
Who else would know the inner workings of RoH better than the men who have been on top of the mountain for the better part of a year.
Yes - Briscoes, I'm looking at you. You hate us, but you need us. It got too much for you and you resent the smiles, the waves, the babykissing - you want to be who you are, not what you have been made into.
Let the beasts be free.
gabe is swine
Keep the secret.
Live the lie.
Saturday we rise up.
The Honor will die.
They all walk blind.
Now to Dishonor the fools.
Soon they will realize.
They play by OUR rules.
I will see you all Saturday.
Probably just a big advertisement for John Cena's new album.
Uh, morons, the page says Thursday NIGHT. Relax, back away from the Cheeto stained keyboard, and enjoy the day. We'll find out in a few hours.
Damn dude, was that really Jay Briscoe saying, I would be scared if I was 161
It's Prince Nana! Da Em-Bah-See!
boner
Uh oh.
All caps.
Jay's pissed.
Thats not Jay, we all know the briscos don't have PC's
i'm changing what wrestling is all about!
ROHWrestling.com
Super Dragon likes cheese
WORD LIFE BASIC THUGANOMICS BOUT TO GET ELEVATED!
i cant wait to download some torrents
161: We Own ROH :D
IF YOU JOIN WWE YOU SELL OUT YOUR CRAFT!!!!!
You're Late, and I'm waiting...Surprise me.
Well for some of us it's only 6
Wow, was that really Jay Briscoe?!
Wow, was that really Super Dragon?
Sweeney!
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