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Date Posted: 20:58:11 10/07/01 Sun
Author: Xtreme
Subject: Tech Support part 2

(The scene opens back up in Xtreme's apartment. Xtreme is still sitting in front of the computer screen, but Jake is nowhere to be seen. Xtreme is now back on the internet, and is using a search engine to look up something...and NO, it isn't porn. He is looking up GWA fan sites, and apparently found one that he likes and he clicks on the link. The site opens and it has results from the weeks past show, bios of all the GWA stars, and a discussion board. As Xtreme looks over the site and eventually clicks on the Discussion Board, Jake walks in the door of Xtremes apartment, with a plastic bag in his hand. He goes in the kitchen, sets the bag down, and pulls a case of beer out of the bag. He puts the case in a big empty spot in Xtreme's fridge, takes a can out, and joins him back at the computer)


Jake: Hey slick, whatcha up to?


Xtreme: I just found this site on the internet and its all about the GWA. I'm reading the discussion board where they discuss....well us I guess.


(Xtreme begins scrolling through the list of topics, but one catches Jake's eye)


Jake: Wait, scroll back up there.


(Xtreme scrolls back up the page a bit until Jake tells him to stop)


Jake: Ok, stop....look at that....."I hate that bastard Xtreme". Well I'll be, there are people who don't like you.


Xtreme: I'd like to say I'm surprised, but I'm really not.


Jake: But then theres another one "That bastard Xtreme should die, I hate him more than I hate Oprah."


Xtreme: Well....I can understand that.


Jake: Then theres "That stupid moron Xtreme sucks so badly, if he sucked anymore he'd be a 10 cent whore...." well the list goes on and on like this.


Xtreme: Ok, ok....I think thats enough....


Jake: Well I could keep going, "I hope Xtreme dies because he couldn't beat Ted Powers...."


Xtreme: Ok, damnit. Thats enough. Isn't there someone on here who likes me?


Jake: Well....heres one. "Xtreme is the man. Xtreme is the best wrestler because he is going to make Ashram Kenjin look good when he gets his ass kicked all over the ring..." I guess there isn't anyone on here that likes you.


Xtreme: Well you think I'm gonna win, don't you Jake? You were just joking before, right?


(Jakes eyes dart back and forth)Jake: Uh yeah...sure....I think you're gonna win.


Xtreme: I can't be the only person these people hate....can I?


Jake: Well....no....they hate you pretty much.


Xtreme: Here Jake, you can type....write this down.


(Jake clicks to post a subject and slides the keyboard over to him as Xtreme starts to dictate)


Xtreme: "I am the man who will become the next GWA Maximus champion, Xtreme. You people think I am going to lose? You people are the ones who are 10 cent whores, not me. I am going to beat that assmaster Kenjin, and defeat that trash talking little punk Odyssey. You just wait and see."


Jake: Don't you think you're taking these internet nerds a little literally? All these people bitch about you because they have nothing else to bitch about. Besides, they don't really mean it.


(Xtreme starts to read another post)Xtreme: "I hate that silly bastard, Xtreme. He is the king of shit. I really mean that. I'm not just saying that, I hate that loser Xtreme."


(Xtreme shoots a look back over to Jake, who is pretending not to pay attention)


Jake: Hey....why don't you go look at another site?


(Xtreme clicks the back button a couple times and goes back to the search listing. He takes a quick look through the site names, but is not happy)


Xtreme:(Reads off the names of the sites) "I hate that guy Xtreme", "Xtreme Sucks", "Petition to get Xtreme fired", "Boycott GWA until Xtreme leaves". What the hell is that about?


Jake: What can I say, Xtreme, people don't like you.


Xtreme: But why not? I give them what they want. I give them violence they can't find anywhere else. I give them blood. I give them matches they'll never forget...but they still hate me. People are so fickle....they don't know what they want. "We want blood! No wait...thats too much blood and we hate you now!" "Give us carnage we can't see anywhere else! Oh my....thats way too much, you suck!" People want all this crap from me and when I give it to them, they get angry at me. I just don't get it, Jake.


Jake: Niether do I, Xtreme.


Xtreme: The internet sucks, Jake. I hate it. I think I'm just going to play some Solitare.


Jake: Can't I have a turn?


Xtreme: Umm....no.


(Jakes gets up angrily and walks over to the couch and sits down. He turns on the TV and starts to watch the preview channel to see whats on. Xtreme closes the internet explorer and starts to play a game of Solitare. He clicks on it, but instead of the game opening up, a little box pops up on the screen)


Xtreme: What the....Jake come here. What the hell is this?


(Jake walks back over to the computer and reads the message)Jake: "This program has performed an internal error and will be shut. Please click OK" Heh, looks like you're little Solitare game isn't working. Try playing another game like FreeCell or something.


(Xtreme clicks ok and tries to open up a game of FreeCell. He gets the same message)


Xtreme: Oh what the hell, this is just great. I've only had this thing for a couple hours and already I've broken the speakers, and now my games aren't working.


Jake: Try going back on the internet.


(Xtreme closes the little text box and clicks on the Internet Explorer. A different message opens up from before. Xtreme reads it aloud)


Xtreme: "Everyone says you're ugly and dumb and nobody likes you". Ok, now what the hell was that about?


Jake: Well it has a point.


Xtreme: Shut up Jake. You're not helping.


Jake: I could try and figure out what wrongs with it, if you let me get near it.


Xtreme: Can you really fix it Jake?


Jake: I could try.


Xtreme: Fine, you mess with the piece of junk. I'll be over here watching TV.


(Xtreme gets up from in front of the computer and Jake sits down in front of it. Xtreme walks over to the couch, and takes a seat. He changes the channel to Cartoon Network and starts to watch Johnny Bravo. Johnny is trying to hit on a girl, but is once again turned down. Xtreme then turns to the camera)


Xtreme: You know, this Johnny Bravo character reminds me a lot of Odyssey. No, not the fact that he is tall and buff, but in the way he thinks he knows everything....but really doesn't. You think you have all the answers, don't you Odyssey? Was it any surprise to you that you didn't win any gold at Adrenaline Eruption? It shouldn't have been. But no, here comes big bad Odyssey saying how surprised he is that he didn't win at Adrenaline Eruption. Making it such a big frickin' deal. Well geuss what, Odyssey, not everyone can be as succesful as me. As much as you'd like to think you can be....you just can't. Can't you get it through your head that you'll never amount to half of what I am. You sit back with your skank of a wife and keep talking all this trash about me and how "poorly" I did at Adrenaline Eruption and about how I should be in the Valkyrie division. Where DO you come up with this stuff, Odyssey? I swear, if you weren't such a damn good wrestler, you oughta be a stand up comedian. Well if you pea brained fools didn't get it, that statement was absolutely REEKING with sarcasm. Heh, funny I should mention reeking. What is it about you and reeking, Odyssey? Maybe its because of your wrestling ability? Partly, yes. Maybe its your promos? Mostly, yes. Or maybe its just the fact that you think you should be given everything. The fact that you don't deserve a Maximus title shot this week, nor did you deserve one last week. And where the hell do you get off trash talking people who've worked harder in the GWA, than you've ever worked in your entire life? You must've been a spoiled little bastard when you were growing up. Almost expecting things to be handed to you. Always expecting people to agree with you. Always expecting people to like you. Well in case you haven't noticed, Odyssey, times have changed, but you haven't changed with them. But whats this? You sit back and talk all this shit on me...and turn around and start trying to act like Kenjin's friend? Why would you do something like that? Maybe its because you realized just how badly he could beat you down, and instead of acknowledging that fact, you hide from it like a scared child and try to be his friend. Not only do you compliment him without even realizing it, you're trying to talk shit about me, the same way he does. "Of course, you’d blame it on your terrible childhood, and not the fact that you flat-out SUCK at wrestling." Where have I heard that before? Gee, I don't know....maybe its all that Kenjin was talking about. You and him can't seem to get it through your fucking heads that the past is the past. You think I still care about what happened to me then? Hell no. I don't know about you two, but I live in the present, not in the past. You two go on and on about my how I was raised and brought up, yet you forget one thing....and thats I don't give a shit. You think you two are the first to try and poke fun at the way I was brought up? Far from. It seems thats the only thing people have to say about me anymore. But then again, I could care less what other people say or think about me. So you can keep going on and on about I should be fighting the women in the Valkyrie division and about what a shitty childhood I had and I'll just keep on not paying attention to a damn thing either of you say. I'll say it flat out right now, Odyssey, I don't give a shit about you. At all. You think I'm worried about you? You think I stay up at night, thinking about what you could, and probably won't, do to me? I don't give a flying fuck about you, or your wife or anyone else. You mean nothing to me, Odyssey. How does that make you feel? I don't care about you at all. As far as I'm concerned, its me versus Ashram Kenjin. You aren't even a factor. You're shit....no you're lower than shit Odyssey. So you sit back with your whore, I mean wife, and you keep cursing like a sailor, and mimicing Ashram Kenjin to a tee because you know you want to be like him, but just know that as much you want to believe it...you'll never beat me. You can say that "If not for guys like me and Ashram Kenjin, GWA would've took a nosedive into the ground", but who the hell are you to say that? This company would've gotten along just fine without you two, in fact it would be better. Because without either of you, I would be Maximus champion and Fury would not be giving such undeserving little pukes like you title shots. You know, I'm getting kinda tired of putting punks like you in their place. It seems ever since I've come into this business, not just GWA but all other federations, I've been doing nothing but putting punk ass, trash talking bitches in their place. What makes you different from them? Well....nothing really. Thats all you are to me, and most likely Kenjin too....A little punk who thinks he's God fucking gift to the ring when all he really is a whiny bitch trying to something he isn't.


(Just then, Jake turns around and looks at Xtreme)


Xtreme: Did you get it working?


Jake: Umm....no....I think all I managed to do was make it worse....


Xtreme: What the hell Jake. What am I supposed to do now?


Jake: Well, you can always call the tech support line.


Xtreme: Oh yeah....I have to go find that box. It had the number on it.


(Xtreme gets up off the couch and goes into his room where he has put all the boxes. He rumages through them until he finds the one he is looking for. He bring it back into the living room, picks up the phone and dials the number. It rings a while, then an automated message comes on and tells him to hold. He waits for a few moments, and then some Mr. Smartypants tech support guy comes on the line)


Tech Support Guy: Yeah, whats the problem?


Xtreme: My computer isn't working!


TS Guy: Really? I never would've geussed.


Xtreme: Hey, what the hell was that for? Aren't you supposed to be helping me?


TS Guy: Yeah, I am supposed to be but that doesn't mean I can't sound like a smug bastard while helping you.


Xtreme: Fine, whatever. Look, my computer isn't working right and I just got it. Nothing will open up right, and when it does, it gives me smartass responses.....sorta like a tech support guy.


TS Guy: Ouch, buddy, that one hurt. How long have you had your machine?


Xtreme: A couple hours, I just got it today.


TS Guy: Wow...either they really ripped you off, or you got a nasty virus in there.


Xtreme: A what now?


TS Guy: A virus....you know, a computer virus?? Oh Lord....have you been on the internet yet?


Xtreme: Yeah, I was for a while.


TS Guy: Well, did you open any mail while you were on the internet.?


Xtreme: Yeah, I opened a letter. It was a chain letter or something. I just deleted it.


TS Guy: Well thats whats wrong. It was one of those new high tech chain letters that if you try to delete it before doing what it said, it releases a virus into your computers hard drive.


Xtreme: Well shit....what the hell am I supposed to do about it?


TS Guy: Well, you can either try and send it back to the manufacturer and tell you got it like that, or take it to a computer repair shop. Other than that, I don't know what to tell you.


Xtreme: Well thats just great. Just f'n great.


TS Guy: Before you go...you sound kinda familiar. Hey, aren't you that Xtreme guy from the GWA?


Xtreme: Um...no. No I'm not.


(Xtreme quickly hangs up the phone, and looks around and Jake isn't there. Just then, Jake walks in from Xtreme's room, and takes a seat next to Xtreme)


Xtreme: Why were you in my room?


Jake: I was listening to the call on your other phone. That sucks about your virus. And why'd you lie to that guy?


Xtreme: Well first off Jake, shut your mouth, and secondly....shut your mouth.


(Xtreme shuts down the computer and walks back over to his E-Z Chair. He sits down, and begins to flip around through the channels. He gets bored of flipping through the channels, and throws the remote to Jake, who had just sat down on the couch)


Xtreme: Nothing on....and nothing to do. Only thing there is to do now is sit back, and wait until Kenjin or Odyssey shows up on my TV with another 10 minute moron-a-thon about how much I suck, or about I shouldn't be getting a Maximus title shot. Its kinda funny when you think about it, though. They're both telling me that I don't deserve this shot, and that I shouldn't be getting it....when both of them combined are even less deserving than I am. Kenjin, I don't know why or how...but you did manage to win the Maximus title last Wednesday, I'll give you that. But how long you're going to hold onto that belt...is something debatable. You see Kenjin....you stand there and tell me and Odyssey that we are nothing to you....that we don't stand a chance of beating a superhuman like yourself. Well...Odyssey may not be someone you have to worry about too much...but I don't think either of you are taking me as seriously as you should be. Now, since I know both of you gentlemen are going to fire back at me something smart like "We don't take you seriously because you don't deserve to be taken seriously or some stupid shit like that. Since when did you two become so unbeatable? When did you two get all the answers? I don't know whether I smashed you in the head to much or something....but damn are you two ever acting like pompous assholes. Not that you two weren't pompous assholes to begin with, but damn....are you two ever acting like the best damn thing since canned beer. First we have Odyssey walking around, talking like he won last week, and Kenijn telling me I don't know what real pain is. Well, Kenijn, I doubt you know what real pain is either. You won the Maximus title...big fucking deal. Whoop-dee-friggin'-do. Winning it isn't half as hard as keeping it around your waist...and I plan on making you work for that belt, son. You think that just because you won it, that makes you now anything more about pain than anyone else in this business? Hell no. Winning the title doesn't mean a damn thing, if you can't hold on to it. And trust me, Ashram, me and Odyssey are planning on making you have the shortest Maximus title reign ever. We aren't gonna sit back and let you have your way with us, as much as you might think we will. Do you actually think that we're gonna stand there, and let you beat the shit out of us to make you look good? Hell no...we're hell bent on taking that title away from you. But I really don't know where you come up with some of your so called "insults" Kenjin. "Xtreme is about as effective as a one eyed retarded monkey." Well, I don't where you came up with that one...whether you were taking a shit and all over a sudden came out that or what. But have you ever fought a monkey, Ashram? They're vicious little buggers, they are. They beat the shit out of you for looking at them wrong.....flinging their shit everywhere...jumping up and down shrieking like they do. And a retarded monkey would only make it more dangerous...so you might want to reconsider your statements more wisely before saying them next time. But really Ashram...what makes you so much of a tougher guy than me? Were you raised on the mean streets of Philly? Umm...not the last time I checked. Did you have spend to spend 4 years on one of the most hellish wrestling teams in the state of Pennsylvania? I doubt you've ever wrestled a REAL wrestling match in your life. Don't you talk to me about pain when you have no fucking clue what real pain is. Now, I'm not saying I'm invincable, like you say I think I am...hell no, I bleed all the same you do, and are going to on Wednesday. I like to bleed....I love to make others bleed. It makes me feel good...sort of a sense of accomplishment. Almost as if this is what God put me on this earth to do. Don't talk to me about when you have no idea whats in store for you in the rest of your GWA career. Sure, you've wrestled 4 matches....but those matches pale in comparison to what you'll go through, especially if you manage to retain that Maximus title on Wednesday. You think I'm afraid of pain, Kenjin? You think I'm going to run from you, if you threaten me with a little discomfort? Goddamn, man, are you really that stupid? I could care less if you bust me open. I could care less if I need stitches on Thursday. My wrestling coach used to tell me, pain is only temporary, but glory is forever. I've based my entire career around that quote. If I didn't, I may never have got to where I am today. Whats wrong with a little pain, if you are remembered forever by what you do in the ring. Pain will go away with time....and the only thing it does is make you stronger. If you learn to overcome fear and pain...well, you've got it made. So you can go on and lecture me for the next two days about pain and how I won't possibly be able to withstand the awesome force that is Ashram Kenjin. But until you can come up with something new to tell me...theres no point in me wasting my time listening to you. XTREME HAS SPOKEN. Oh and on a side note, Ashram, Metallica blows.


(As Xtreme finishes talking, he gets up out of the E-Z Chair and heads for the kitchen to get himself a beer as the scene fades to black)

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