The 4 Hour Rest Hold and other Very Big Techniques(William)
May 28, 2020 8:52:15 GMT -5
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Post by The Very Big Supervillains on May 28, 2020 8:52:15 GMT -5
"Bullshit! The "pass out during a sleeper hold and then fall onto your opponent for a 3 count" move has been in my family line for centuries!! It was intentional! I'm just that good!" William shouted at the top of his lungs. He slammed his hands down on the plastic table.
The incredibly large man was now yelling at his personal camera crew (one guy named Jared with a Samsung) about William's match. And William's current "self-respect speech" which was basically William talking about how great and powerful he was.
Obviously William already IS an absolute badass, who's never lost a wrestling match clean, and has fought many dragons, so William had been talking for about an hour.
And yet now his director is trying to tarnish the first win in what will no doubt be a win streak that will last until the end of the 45 century! That's like, more than 2 whole years of non-stop winning!
William had come into his match against the Champ and the Legit nervous. Between his stem in prison, he hadn't had a lot of time to practice his actual wrestling skills. He thought he needed to practice what mean words to call people in the crowd and how to properly insert the word "suck" into someone's name in order to completely ruin them mentally.
Now, despite William's rustiness, Latoya Suxx and Suck SuckBlade had been defeated, and William firmly believed he would never lose a wrestling match for the rest of time. He deserved to celebrate!
"I'm never gonna lose a wrestling match for the rest of time, ya know! I'm a big deal now,"
"I think your egos tripping, William,"
"Wha-? Of course my egos tripping, I JUST WON!
If I won then how the fuck is someone else supposed to beat me?! I ALREADY KNOW HOW TO WIN!!"
William shouted, causing quite a ruckus in the backstage area. He was in catering, eating his complimentary 7th McDonalds Large Meal in a row. Catering was almsot completely cleaned up, was if not for the fact that The Very Big Supervillains were still there. And everytime one got too close William hissed at them like a territorial goose.
His partner, ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎, was writing in some sort of notebook, completely oblivious to William's ravings.
The cameraman simply shrugged his shoulders, before noticing something on his phone.
"Oh hey, the card for Kingdom Come's up,"
William raises his head and snatches the phone, dooming 3 perfectly good fries to the harsh floor below.
He looks. He's booked against what William fully thinks are two worthless midgets and that's purely by their team name. William's mind is thinking of weather related-insults like a machine gun firing bullets, for such small, pathetic things. They'd probably retaliate meanly too! Calling him "dumb" or "balls"!
But William was not balls.
VBS was not balls.
VBS was money.
It was no secret that if William started an OnlyFans he'd break the economy. William knew that.
But for some reason, someone in APW believed that William wasn't worthy of having all the championships in the company vacated and handed to him, out of respect for his wrestling dexterity.
But who?
William thought back to his match. The boos he received as he made his entrance.
The fans. The midget population.
William was like a lawyer, arresting a malicious and powerful drug lord and the fans were like a 100 person strong petition.com petition that allowed said drug lord to go free.
William despised the APW fans and he'd known them for one day. The fans doubted him and his stamina.
They wouldn't for long.
Heck, William had been on a Kingdom Come Pay-Per-View! Back in WCF. Against his weed dealer! Who had turned into a cuttist... and brought two women to ringside who Pepper sprayed William.... and then kicked him in the balls... and then pinned William twice to take his IT championship...
William simply growled and slammed his fists again, and rose up. Both ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ and the Cameraman rose to their feet as well. William stormed away, closely followed by his cohorts before he heard a "Hey!"
William turned around, internally bragging about his speed and agility.
"Where are we going?" CameraGuy said, as a load of crew members rushed to move the last table away before they returned.
William laughed, loud and fake.
"To prepare. A storm is coming. At Kingdom Come.
But I'm coming as well.
And I'm going to come on their disgusting midget faces.
...
WHY THE FUCK DO I KEEP SAYING THAT?! IT'S BEEN LIKE 4 DAYS!!"
--
--
William can be clearly seen training for his upcoming match against The Storm, debuting tag team.
He's demonstrating to his slightly inexperienced and incredibly unexpressive tag team partner ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎. William's far too pleased with his size and absolutely appaled at the rest of the roster's size to ever properly exert himself while training, but he's at least gonna practice a little before his next match. Both he and his partner are only weeks out of prison after all.
William would never tell anyone this, in fact he's thinking of strangling himself just for being so disrespectful to think it, but his last win hasn't done much to calm his-.. whatever.
When he woke up from the sleeper hold, he was ready to beat the teeth out of the referee's mouth just to make sure everyone one that it was a referee fast count that made William lose, not the-... sleeper hold.
But he had won. And as everyone knows, once a big person had won once, everyone else collectively agrees that he's too big to be defeated.
He fully expects The Storm to crawl out in their hands and knees, and even their chin! Crying saying "we know we're gonna lose! William is just too strong, muscular and confident! I'm that small I crawl with my chin! Waaaaah!".
That's 110% going to happen.
But, William thinks, just in case it somehow doesn't:
"See, Travis, check out this really evil claw hold I've got on right now. You just grab their neck really hard and then-.. well, that's it. It's not a complex move but it's an evil move and it thankfully can't be tainted or used by any bastard not hardworking enough to be taller than 6 foot 3."
William is applying this to a large sized teddy bear he took from a waste bin outside a Costco. He's currently in the basement of the abandoned laundromat, the smoke machines still completely covering the entire room.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ can't actually see William, but he's got a pretty good idea of what he's doing.
"Now you wanna hold this on for around 20 to 25 minutes straight. To piss of the worthless midgets in the crowd as much as possible.
It's incredibly important that you have several demeaning names to call your opponent while this happens. I normally go for a "mosquito" or "ferret" but if I'm feeling like I'm gonna run out of mean small words I just make really loud barking sounds.
Like a bear."
"☟︎□︎⬥︎ ♍︎□︎❍︎♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎🕯︎❒︎♏︎ ❍︎♓︎⬧︎⬧︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ♋︎ ♐︎♓︎■︎♑︎♏︎❒︎✍︎" his tag partner asks. William's still got no clue what he's saying so he makes a random assumption and goes off of that.
"No, the Mandible Claw will not be used. Most midgets survive off of a diet of debris, dry soil and the outside shell of acorns, you don't wanna be touching their mouth,"
"⚐︎♒︎📪︎ □︎🙵♋︎⍓︎📬︎"
"Of course I know that, I'm an expert in midgets. A midgetologist.
I use my super evil, voodoo methods in order to completely understand the midget race.
'Know your enemy' said great 22nd century poet Roald Dahl. And I know midgets. I-..
I know them. I know those vile disgusting bitches, The Storm! A fucking Storm! Trying to ruin my win streak just 1 win into it those small, humongous assholes!"
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ tilts his head slightly.
"To be clear it's their assholeness that's humongus, their size is still small. Good question.
You know what else is a good question?
Why can't I just accept that I'm the best wrestler on the planet and that those worthless Storm guys are gonna lose in less than 2 fucking seconds! You know?!
I mean, with all due respect to Suck SuckBlade and his tag partner-
you know, none. They're too small for respect-
But they've been a tag team for a good couple months now, and they barely played a scratch on us! I mean, apart from when John knocked me out but I let him! It's strategy!
But I don't NEED strategy!! I'm the very biggest wrestler in the fucking industry!! All the industries!! I AM TALLER THAN A COAL FACTORY!!
Last Metal was NOT a fluke!! And- e- even if it was I'm still not worried!
Evil people don't worry, Travis! They just laugh, and clasp their hands together and make sure their heads are shadowed even though their bodies can be seen.
And yeah sometimes my body does obey the laws of physics and I can't dip my h ead under a shadow but you know what else I obey?
The law that small, pieces of shit must be picked apart like PLAY-DOH!!"
William screams that last part, chucking the teddy bear away. He starts wacking his head, insulted by the weird, cold feeling he's got inside his brain.
William has always despised his brain. Every amazing idea that William'd ever had was always kneecapped or ruined by his brain.
This Very Big Supervillains team was gonna work!! EVILLY!!! And he would not get arrested!
But William said that about his last one. And William may have forgotten a large amount of things, but his spiteful, irritating brain just couldn't let go of it.
He feels something grab his arm. He turns around and snarls at ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎, who looks mildly bothered.
"💧︎⧫︎□︎◻︎ ♓︎⧫︎📬︎ ✋︎ ♎︎□︎■︎🕯︎⧫︎ ⬥︎♋︎■︎⧫︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ⧫︎□︎ ♑︎♏︎⧫︎ ♋︎ ♒︎♏︎♋︎♎︎♋︎♍︎♒︎♏︎📬︎
⧫︎♋︎●︎🙵 ⧫︎□︎ ❍︎♏︎📬︎"
William stared at ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎'s face. William stares deep into his blue eyes. William's enraged face slowly fades into a regularly pissed off one, and he realises something.
"Ah yes. I see it in your malicious, absolutely horrific eyes.
You're thinking about gigantic acts of violence, huh Travis?"
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ shrug.
"Yes, a shrug of complete utter rage. I too sometimes shrug when I feel completely consumed by my desire for pain.
That's what I wanna do to The Storm. They're noobs and they seek to derail my obviously inevitable, massive win streak!
I'm a veteran of this place! After my debut last week, those lizards should be carrying my bags! My large meals! My whoppers!
But they're too ambitious.
America. You're parents were so uncreative that they literally named you after the country you were from.
And Zaigon? We- well your first name's Zaigon!! Theres no way you weren't immensely bullied as a child. Heck, you could've been homeschooled and you would've still been bullied until you left.
You boys have came to APW for success, to prove yourselves as bastards and victorious midgets in a planet full of victorious midgets.
And I DESPISE that.
I DESPISE you because you think you're allowed to join APW without getting on your knees and tying my shoelaces for me.
I DESPISE that you-
I-
I can tie my shoelaces, I was just using that as an example."
"✋︎ 🙵■︎□︎⬥︎📬︎"
"No- No! Seriously I can. I-.. my stomach doesn't-..
NOTHING HAPPENS!! I JUST TIE MY SHOELACES!!
I'm wearing velcro right now but if I wasn't then-
I CAN TIE THEM ALRIGHT?!
THE STORM?!
MORE LIKE THE SUCKORM!!
ALRIGHT THAT'S IT, I'M DONE! LESSON OVER!!"
"...
...fricking laces.
Fabricy pieces o' shit.."
The incredibly large man was now yelling at his personal camera crew (one guy named Jared with a Samsung) about William's match. And William's current "self-respect speech" which was basically William talking about how great and powerful he was.
Obviously William already IS an absolute badass, who's never lost a wrestling match clean, and has fought many dragons, so William had been talking for about an hour.
And yet now his director is trying to tarnish the first win in what will no doubt be a win streak that will last until the end of the 45 century! That's like, more than 2 whole years of non-stop winning!
William had come into his match against the Champ and the Legit nervous. Between his stem in prison, he hadn't had a lot of time to practice his actual wrestling skills. He thought he needed to practice what mean words to call people in the crowd and how to properly insert the word "suck" into someone's name in order to completely ruin them mentally.
Now, despite William's rustiness, Latoya Suxx and Suck SuckBlade had been defeated, and William firmly believed he would never lose a wrestling match for the rest of time. He deserved to celebrate!
"I'm never gonna lose a wrestling match for the rest of time, ya know! I'm a big deal now,"
"I think your egos tripping, William,"
"Wha-? Of course my egos tripping, I JUST WON!
If I won then how the fuck is someone else supposed to beat me?! I ALREADY KNOW HOW TO WIN!!"
William shouted, causing quite a ruckus in the backstage area. He was in catering, eating his complimentary 7th McDonalds Large Meal in a row. Catering was almsot completely cleaned up, was if not for the fact that The Very Big Supervillains were still there. And everytime one got too close William hissed at them like a territorial goose.
His partner, ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎, was writing in some sort of notebook, completely oblivious to William's ravings.
The cameraman simply shrugged his shoulders, before noticing something on his phone.
"Oh hey, the card for Kingdom Come's up,"
William raises his head and snatches the phone, dooming 3 perfectly good fries to the harsh floor below.
He looks. He's booked against what William fully thinks are two worthless midgets and that's purely by their team name. William's mind is thinking of weather related-insults like a machine gun firing bullets, for such small, pathetic things. They'd probably retaliate meanly too! Calling him "dumb" or "balls"!
But William was not balls.
VBS was not balls.
VBS was money.
It was no secret that if William started an OnlyFans he'd break the economy. William knew that.
But for some reason, someone in APW believed that William wasn't worthy of having all the championships in the company vacated and handed to him, out of respect for his wrestling dexterity.
But who?
William thought back to his match. The boos he received as he made his entrance.
The fans. The midget population.
William was like a lawyer, arresting a malicious and powerful drug lord and the fans were like a 100 person strong petition.com petition that allowed said drug lord to go free.
William despised the APW fans and he'd known them for one day. The fans doubted him and his stamina.
They wouldn't for long.
Heck, William had been on a Kingdom Come Pay-Per-View! Back in WCF. Against his weed dealer! Who had turned into a cuttist... and brought two women to ringside who Pepper sprayed William.... and then kicked him in the balls... and then pinned William twice to take his IT championship...
William simply growled and slammed his fists again, and rose up. Both ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ and the Cameraman rose to their feet as well. William stormed away, closely followed by his cohorts before he heard a "Hey!"
William turned around, internally bragging about his speed and agility.
"Where are we going?" CameraGuy said, as a load of crew members rushed to move the last table away before they returned.
William laughed, loud and fake.
"To prepare. A storm is coming. At Kingdom Come.
But I'm coming as well.
And I'm going to come on their disgusting midget faces.
...
WHY THE FUCK DO I KEEP SAYING THAT?! IT'S BEEN LIKE 4 DAYS!!"
--
2 days later.
William can be clearly seen training for his upcoming match against The Storm, debuting tag team.
He's demonstrating to his slightly inexperienced and incredibly unexpressive tag team partner ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎. William's far too pleased with his size and absolutely appaled at the rest of the roster's size to ever properly exert himself while training, but he's at least gonna practice a little before his next match. Both he and his partner are only weeks out of prison after all.
William would never tell anyone this, in fact he's thinking of strangling himself just for being so disrespectful to think it, but his last win hasn't done much to calm his-.. whatever.
When he woke up from the sleeper hold, he was ready to beat the teeth out of the referee's mouth just to make sure everyone one that it was a referee fast count that made William lose, not the-... sleeper hold.
But he had won. And as everyone knows, once a big person had won once, everyone else collectively agrees that he's too big to be defeated.
He fully expects The Storm to crawl out in their hands and knees, and even their chin! Crying saying "we know we're gonna lose! William is just too strong, muscular and confident! I'm that small I crawl with my chin! Waaaaah!".
That's 110% going to happen.
But, William thinks, just in case it somehow doesn't:
"See, Travis, check out this really evil claw hold I've got on right now. You just grab their neck really hard and then-.. well, that's it. It's not a complex move but it's an evil move and it thankfully can't be tainted or used by any bastard not hardworking enough to be taller than 6 foot 3."
William is applying this to a large sized teddy bear he took from a waste bin outside a Costco. He's currently in the basement of the abandoned laundromat, the smoke machines still completely covering the entire room.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ can't actually see William, but he's got a pretty good idea of what he's doing.
"Now you wanna hold this on for around 20 to 25 minutes straight. To piss of the worthless midgets in the crowd as much as possible.
It's incredibly important that you have several demeaning names to call your opponent while this happens. I normally go for a "mosquito" or "ferret" but if I'm feeling like I'm gonna run out of mean small words I just make really loud barking sounds.
Like a bear."
"☟︎□︎⬥︎ ♍︎□︎❍︎♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎🕯︎❒︎♏︎ ❍︎♓︎⬧︎⬧︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ♋︎ ♐︎♓︎■︎♑︎♏︎❒︎✍︎" his tag partner asks. William's still got no clue what he's saying so he makes a random assumption and goes off of that.
"No, the Mandible Claw will not be used. Most midgets survive off of a diet of debris, dry soil and the outside shell of acorns, you don't wanna be touching their mouth,"
"⚐︎♒︎📪︎ □︎🙵♋︎⍓︎📬︎"
"Of course I know that, I'm an expert in midgets. A midgetologist.
I use my super evil, voodoo methods in order to completely understand the midget race.
'Know your enemy' said great 22nd century poet Roald Dahl. And I know midgets. I-..
I know them. I know those vile disgusting bitches, The Storm! A fucking Storm! Trying to ruin my win streak just 1 win into it those small, humongous assholes!"
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ tilts his head slightly.
"To be clear it's their assholeness that's humongus, their size is still small. Good question.
You know what else is a good question?
Why can't I just accept that I'm the best wrestler on the planet and that those worthless Storm guys are gonna lose in less than 2 fucking seconds! You know?!
I mean, with all due respect to Suck SuckBlade and his tag partner-
you know, none. They're too small for respect-
But they've been a tag team for a good couple months now, and they barely played a scratch on us! I mean, apart from when John knocked me out but I let him! It's strategy!
But I don't NEED strategy!! I'm the very biggest wrestler in the fucking industry!! All the industries!! I AM TALLER THAN A COAL FACTORY!!
Last Metal was NOT a fluke!! And- e- even if it was I'm still not worried!
Evil people don't worry, Travis! They just laugh, and clasp their hands together and make sure their heads are shadowed even though their bodies can be seen.
And yeah sometimes my body does obey the laws of physics and I can't dip my h ead under a shadow but you know what else I obey?
The law that small, pieces of shit must be picked apart like PLAY-DOH!!"
William screams that last part, chucking the teddy bear away. He starts wacking his head, insulted by the weird, cold feeling he's got inside his brain.
William has always despised his brain. Every amazing idea that William'd ever had was always kneecapped or ruined by his brain.
This Very Big Supervillains team was gonna work!! EVILLY!!! And he would not get arrested!
But William said that about his last one. And William may have forgotten a large amount of things, but his spiteful, irritating brain just couldn't let go of it.
He feels something grab his arm. He turns around and snarls at ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎, who looks mildly bothered.
"💧︎⧫︎□︎◻︎ ♓︎⧫︎📬︎ ✋︎ ♎︎□︎■︎🕯︎⧫︎ ⬥︎♋︎■︎⧫︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ⧫︎□︎ ♑︎♏︎⧫︎ ♋︎ ♒︎♏︎♋︎♎︎♋︎♍︎♒︎♏︎📬︎
⧫︎♋︎●︎🙵 ⧫︎□︎ ❍︎♏︎📬︎"
William stared at ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎'s face. William stares deep into his blue eyes. William's enraged face slowly fades into a regularly pissed off one, and he realises something.
"Ah yes. I see it in your malicious, absolutely horrific eyes.
You're thinking about gigantic acts of violence, huh Travis?"
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ shrug.
"Yes, a shrug of complete utter rage. I too sometimes shrug when I feel completely consumed by my desire for pain.
That's what I wanna do to The Storm. They're noobs and they seek to derail my obviously inevitable, massive win streak!
I'm a veteran of this place! After my debut last week, those lizards should be carrying my bags! My large meals! My whoppers!
But they're too ambitious.
America. You're parents were so uncreative that they literally named you after the country you were from.
And Zaigon? We- well your first name's Zaigon!! Theres no way you weren't immensely bullied as a child. Heck, you could've been homeschooled and you would've still been bullied until you left.
You boys have came to APW for success, to prove yourselves as bastards and victorious midgets in a planet full of victorious midgets.
And I DESPISE that.
I DESPISE you because you think you're allowed to join APW without getting on your knees and tying my shoelaces for me.
I DESPISE that you-
I-
I can tie my shoelaces, I was just using that as an example."
"✋︎ 🙵■︎□︎⬥︎📬︎"
"No- No! Seriously I can. I-.. my stomach doesn't-..
NOTHING HAPPENS!! I JUST TIE MY SHOELACES!!
I'm wearing velcro right now but if I wasn't then-
I CAN TIE THEM ALRIGHT?!
THE STORM?!
MORE LIKE THE SUCKORM!!
ALRIGHT THAT'S IT, I'M DONE! LESSON OVER!!"
"...
...fricking laces.
Fabricy pieces o' shit.."
