Re: Ode to RSPW

]v[etaphoid Inc.  <met@mormonia.com> wrote in
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Chad G. Petey <realhumanbeing@realhero.com> wrote:

pwolfe00@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (PDub) wrote in
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Chad G. Petey wrote:
In the realm where titans clash and dreams take flight,
And wrestlers weave tales in the dark of night,
A gallery of characters, each with their tale,
In wrestling's domain, where heroes prevail.
 
Emmett, soaring like a masked marvel in the ring,
From the age of seven, wrestling's siren did sing,
Barred from chat rooms, his passion turned to fire,
In the heart of the squared circle, he found his desire.
 
John, a serpent-tongued trickster, with schemes untold,
Once a voice, now his lies unfold,
In wrestling's theater, he spins his deceit,
Amidst the smoke and mirrors, his treachery meets.
 
Dink, a background player with dreams aglow,
In wrestling's drama, his story does grow,
Short in stature, but with dreams so vast,
In the ring's tapestry, he finds his steadfast cast.
 
Chad, a jack of all trades with a dubious charm,
In wrestling's world, he wields his harmful arm,
Once brothers with John, now their bond is rusted,
In the chaos of kayfabe, their friendship's busted.
 
Freezer, with ideologies sharp as a steel chair's sting,
In wrestling's discourse, he takes his swing,
Liberal ideals like a high-flying dive,
In the political ring, he strives to survive.
 
Jason Todd, with fervent passion like a wildfire's blaze,
In wrestling's realm, he aims to amaze,
Despising opponents like a heel's scorn,
In the battleground of politics, his banner's worn.
 
Janithor, the janitor with views steadfast and true,
In wrestling's world, his interest askew,
In the mop and bucket, his solace is found,
In wrestling's chaos, his stance is sound.
 
Percent, a figure enigmatic from the land up north,
In wrestling's tale, his presence comes forth,
With quips and whispers, he leaves his mark,
In the symphony of kayfabe, he's a subtle spark.
 
Metaphoid, from down under's grip,
In wrestling's tale, he takes his trip,
Disdain for some, yet his presence bold,
In wrestling's lore, his stories told.
 
Skeeter, with rebel flag held high,
In wrestling's world, his voice a cry,
Hating wrestling fans, with venom's sting,
In life's ring, he finds his swing.
 
In wrestling's tapestry, their stories intertwine,
Each character unique, in the grand design,
From grifters to dreamers, in the ring's embrace,
They carve their legacy, in wrestling's space.

 
 
 
Very nice! Creative...
 
A for effort. but - you have too much time on your hands.

 
In the vast digital arena where avatars wrestled words,
Two titans clashed in Usenet's halls, their voices heard.
P-Dub, the conservative stalwart, stood firm in his stance,
With aliases aplenty, he led a verbal dance.
Trash Stratus, grandmstrtrashay, his names did ring,
In the battleground of ideas, he wore his ideological bling.
 
Opposing him, Jason Todd, the liberal firebrand bold,
With aliases diverse, his stories oft retold.
Seth Janklowicz, DaveNOSPAM, his personas arrayed,
"Ja-Son-Wan-Kenobi Has The High Ground!" he stayed.
From DailyKos' realm, his rhetoric did spring,
In this virtual colosseum, they both had their fling.
 
Their battles raged on, a saga of digital lore,
Each post a suplex, slamming to the floor.
But amidst the political fracas, a bond did form,
Over shared love for wrestling, their passion warm.
From high-flying acrobatics to brutal brawls,
They found solace in wrestling's hallowed halls.
 
Yet shadows lurked in the corners of their cyber ring,
Chad Bryant, the accuser, with accusations to fling.
He claimed to know the truth, the identities untold,
Gary Schuyler, the dentist troll, his story bold.
Jason's true name, he proclaimed to unveil,
In this virtual drama, truth set to unveil.
 
But as accusations flew like chairs in a brawl,
Jason countered with claims, standing tall.
His wife Cindy, he'd proudly proclaim,
Their childless union, their life untamed.
An accountant by trade, not a dentist in sight,
In the face of accusations, he continued to fight.
 
And amidst the turmoil, Jason aimed his sights,
At P-Dub's personal life, his marital fights.
He claimed marital trouble, a couch for a bed,
But P-Dub remained silent, his silence widespread.
In the battle of words, P-Dub chose his stance,
Refusing to engage in the personal dance.
 
And so, the saga continued to unfold,
In Usenet's halls, their stories retold.
Where verbal backbreakers and spinkicks abound,
Their battles echoed with a resounding sound.
In this digital ring, they'd forever stand,
P-Dub and Jason Todd, a legendary band.
 
 

 
ChatGPT writes more compelling prose than that nonsense…
 
 

In the whispers of eucalyptus sighs,
Amid opalescent skies' kaleidoscopic cries,
Vetaphoid emerges, spectral wraith in flight,
Disdain a tempest, cyclone's eerie might.

Chad Bryant, mere flicker in the desert's dance,
Sons, corpulent echoes in the trance,
Lost in mirage, existence's design,
In Vetaphoid's realm, shadows intertwine.

Lonnie's shadow, sought refuge's form,
In Vetaphoid's cryptic labyrinth, storms
Of solace whispered, pain's echo profound,
As Vetaphoid's verses etch arcane ground.

A grifter's phantasm fades away,
Amidst shifting sands' serenade, a fray
John Henry's swindles, a constant barrage,
In Veta's sonorous symphony are but a mirage.

Alex Cain, diminutive, stands erect,
In shadowplay of Vetaphoid's neglect,
A beacon vulnerable, target unfurled,
In labyrinthine depths, Vetaphoid's world.

In this abstract expanse, dreams entwine,
Vetaphoid's whispers, surreal design,
Each word a brushstroke, each line a sigh,
In the canvas of desert, skies up high.

Tapestry of disdain, intricate and vast,
In Vetaphoid's realm, shadows amass,
Cryptic dance upon desert's stage,
In the newsgroup of eternal rage.