Post by David Banks on Jan 29, 2007 12:49:43 GMT -5
David Banks sat bolt upright in bed of his hotel room, breath raking into and out of him. He's shirt less and covered with sweat. He rolls off the side of the bed and comes to crashing stop on the generic blue carpet of his hotel room. Swinging his legs around he sits up right, leaning back against the bed and groaning as he rubs his temples.
Despite all the fun he had last night, he was really starting to regret becoming "The Lemon Drop Kid" Lloyd Rees' new drinking buddy.
Voice: Hey, there..
David: HOLY SHIT!!
jumps up to his feet ready to defend himself, when he finds last nights hook-up, the cute waitress SB had cut his promo for him, laying on the other side of the bed, wearing his new merch " SB is a queen". That's right Silly Bitch. You and Jack-o may have a thing for little boys, but David likes the ladies.
David Banks: Get out... now. And don't forget to leave my (BLEEP)ing shirt.
Her face... well lets say a combination of hurt, and embarrassment. Yelling all sorts of bad language, the waitress hops from the bed and grabs her dress and makes a dash for the door, slamming it behind her. David just sighs and shakes his head in disgust.
David Banks: I told her to leave my damn shirt...
David makes his way to the bathroom still rubbing his temples. He looks at into the mirror, and finds a pair of blood shot eyes, stareing right back at him. After splashing some water in his face, he begins brushing his teeth.
David Banks: ...now what the hell am I going to do...
Thoughts from the Chairman of Charisma.
************************************************
So the all powerful, Simply Beautiful, has spoken.
*clap clap clap*
I hate to be the one to tell you this, but I think you are a day late and a dollar short. So I guess you did find some courage. Great job, trick. Now I'm bout ready to kill you.
This thing between you and I... it's much more then a match isn't it? It's a battle between two warriors. One who has started from the bottom and made his to the top, and the other one who was always ready for the big time. I expected you to quiet down after I gave my opening thoughts. You fired back, congrats.
But unlike some people I don't need fuel from you. I thought I said that a before?
Anyway you should be paying attention. Learning something. I'm glad you decided to reply though. You're making it far worse than what it should be. Are you looking for me to fire back off from what you said? Oh please, I don't need your words to make an amazing promo. I can own you without you even speaking.
Check it out
You have to realize who I am. You trying to act like you're not worried about this isn't fooling anyone. I know deep inside the pits of your stomach you fear me. You fear David Banks. Even though you would never in a million years admit it, even though its eating you up like a virus, gnawing away on your insides. All joking a side, you know me better then anyone, SB. You know what I'm capable of in that ring. You know that I'm ten times the athlete you are. Character. Charisma.
I've got character you could only dream of having. The kind of charisma and fame that I bring to the table, couldn't possibly be matched by a someone like you, my friend. Unlike some people, I don't have to say the same thing over and over in a promo. I can switch it up, baby. I can take a turd promo you dropped, flip it, mess and mix it up, and turning it into freaking GOLD. I have so many styles, that you can't even compare to. But you're a legend in the business. You're Ess Bee. THE mother(BLEEP)ing Icon. Well for the time being, after I'm done with you, you'll be hanging up your tights.
You aren't intimidating me in the slightest.
You like to put up this front like you're full of confidence, like you can't be beat... like I can't beat you. I mean, after all you're a seasoned veteran. The lord of the ring. Depending on my preferences, I could even call you Zeus. Hey, for all I care you can keep up this little act of yours. It's actually quiet amusing. But just like Chris Casino, Ravager, and Evan Cartwright, you will soon be adding my name to the who beat SB list. Maybe I'll even make you tap out. I think it would be enjoyable for all. Watching such a big superstar as yourself, tapping out like a little bitch for the first time in NAPW.
Or I could always beat you unconscious for a three count.
Beating you form pillar to post, until you're legs give way, and you're unable to continue the fight. It's all about how you want to lose SB. I know I'll be walking away the winner, so I'm giving the options on how you want to take this crushing defeat. But hey, at least you will still have your confidence.
I know you still think of me as a lonely student. But I'm in no need of a lesson SB. You won't ever find David Banks standing in line, waiting to sign up for class. I've already graduated, son. I'm the main event. I'm the show stopper. The Icon... wait a sec... that's Shawn Michaels. Dammit all to hell. Now you really do have me biting other wrestlers slogans. Do me a favor and quit wasting space on my television. No one believes it. You're not impressing anyone. If anything, all you're doing is slowly declining. Right now, you're at the level I started at.
Now look at me.
My superior charisma keeps me eight, nine, ten steps ahead of you the whole time, and I'm going to gradually pull further and further. I've aliened myself with the most decorated man in NAPW, Lloyd Rees, and the smartest man in wrestling today, the manager to the stars, Ol'Salty. I will not be held down any longer, and its only a matter of time till I'm sitting at the very top, waiting for everyone else to catch up. From here I'll show everyone why I will go down as one of the greats. I'm NAPW's greatest athlete, so how the hell can you match me? Go home, work on your abilities, get your head right, then come back to see me.
Like it will even matter.
I've already got this match wrapped up, and it's still two days away. Thats gives you more then enough time to focus on the task at hand. You've got plenty of time to study me tapes, and attempt to control me in the ring. It's still highly doubtful though. You'll come out fighting like the ferocious lion, people have come to know you as. You'll being waiting... calculating the very second you get the opportunity to capitalize and put me out of my misery, shut me down, shut me up, ruin my dreams... or even end my career. But if I have things my way... and I'm very good at having my way in the ring... you won't get a chance to capitalize, SB. I will utterly dominate you to the point where the moment of opportunity that you're banking on will NEVER happen. You know how I am when I get momentum flowing. It's hard to stop me. Add that my speed and athleticism will reduce your endurance and your reaction time to nothing. Then what? Delirium and dizziness sets in as I spill your blood. And what will you do when that happens? How will you recover? How will you pull off the great bounce-back? The answer to that is you won't, because you have blinded yourself to the point where you don't believe I can keep that from becoming a reality. I can and will. There isn't a inferior partner hold me back, or some half German, half jap girl calling the match. Not only will you lose, but I'll bring you down very painfully. I will break you and show the world that their lion, is nothing more then a pussycat.
Try and come up with a game plan that can actually work against me pussy cat. >=)
You were just verbally P - ah what the hell. You know the drill.
Despite all the fun he had last night, he was really starting to regret becoming "The Lemon Drop Kid" Lloyd Rees' new drinking buddy.
Voice: Hey, there..
David: HOLY SHIT!!
jumps up to his feet ready to defend himself, when he finds last nights hook-up, the cute waitress SB had cut his promo for him, laying on the other side of the bed, wearing his new merch " SB is a queen". That's right Silly Bitch. You and Jack-o may have a thing for little boys, but David likes the ladies.
David Banks: Get out... now. And don't forget to leave my (BLEEP)ing shirt.
Her face... well lets say a combination of hurt, and embarrassment. Yelling all sorts of bad language, the waitress hops from the bed and grabs her dress and makes a dash for the door, slamming it behind her. David just sighs and shakes his head in disgust.
David Banks: I told her to leave my damn shirt...
David makes his way to the bathroom still rubbing his temples. He looks at into the mirror, and finds a pair of blood shot eyes, stareing right back at him. After splashing some water in his face, he begins brushing his teeth.
David Banks: ...now what the hell am I going to do...
Thoughts from the Chairman of Charisma.
************************************************
So the all powerful, Simply Beautiful, has spoken.
*clap clap clap*
I hate to be the one to tell you this, but I think you are a day late and a dollar short. So I guess you did find some courage. Great job, trick. Now I'm bout ready to kill you.
This thing between you and I... it's much more then a match isn't it? It's a battle between two warriors. One who has started from the bottom and made his to the top, and the other one who was always ready for the big time. I expected you to quiet down after I gave my opening thoughts. You fired back, congrats.
But unlike some people I don't need fuel from you. I thought I said that a before?
Anyway you should be paying attention. Learning something. I'm glad you decided to reply though. You're making it far worse than what it should be. Are you looking for me to fire back off from what you said? Oh please, I don't need your words to make an amazing promo. I can own you without you even speaking.
Check it out
You have to realize who I am. You trying to act like you're not worried about this isn't fooling anyone. I know deep inside the pits of your stomach you fear me. You fear David Banks. Even though you would never in a million years admit it, even though its eating you up like a virus, gnawing away on your insides. All joking a side, you know me better then anyone, SB. You know what I'm capable of in that ring. You know that I'm ten times the athlete you are. Character. Charisma.
I've got character you could only dream of having. The kind of charisma and fame that I bring to the table, couldn't possibly be matched by a someone like you, my friend. Unlike some people, I don't have to say the same thing over and over in a promo. I can switch it up, baby. I can take a turd promo you dropped, flip it, mess and mix it up, and turning it into freaking GOLD. I have so many styles, that you can't even compare to. But you're a legend in the business. You're Ess Bee. THE mother(BLEEP)ing Icon. Well for the time being, after I'm done with you, you'll be hanging up your tights.
You aren't intimidating me in the slightest.
You like to put up this front like you're full of confidence, like you can't be beat... like I can't beat you. I mean, after all you're a seasoned veteran. The lord of the ring. Depending on my preferences, I could even call you Zeus. Hey, for all I care you can keep up this little act of yours. It's actually quiet amusing. But just like Chris Casino, Ravager, and Evan Cartwright, you will soon be adding my name to the who beat SB list. Maybe I'll even make you tap out. I think it would be enjoyable for all. Watching such a big superstar as yourself, tapping out like a little bitch for the first time in NAPW.
Or I could always beat you unconscious for a three count.
Beating you form pillar to post, until you're legs give way, and you're unable to continue the fight. It's all about how you want to lose SB. I know I'll be walking away the winner, so I'm giving the options on how you want to take this crushing defeat. But hey, at least you will still have your confidence.
I know you still think of me as a lonely student. But I'm in no need of a lesson SB. You won't ever find David Banks standing in line, waiting to sign up for class. I've already graduated, son. I'm the main event. I'm the show stopper. The Icon... wait a sec... that's Shawn Michaels. Dammit all to hell. Now you really do have me biting other wrestlers slogans. Do me a favor and quit wasting space on my television. No one believes it. You're not impressing anyone. If anything, all you're doing is slowly declining. Right now, you're at the level I started at.
Now look at me.
My superior charisma keeps me eight, nine, ten steps ahead of you the whole time, and I'm going to gradually pull further and further. I've aliened myself with the most decorated man in NAPW, Lloyd Rees, and the smartest man in wrestling today, the manager to the stars, Ol'Salty. I will not be held down any longer, and its only a matter of time till I'm sitting at the very top, waiting for everyone else to catch up. From here I'll show everyone why I will go down as one of the greats. I'm NAPW's greatest athlete, so how the hell can you match me? Go home, work on your abilities, get your head right, then come back to see me.
Like it will even matter.
I've already got this match wrapped up, and it's still two days away. Thats gives you more then enough time to focus on the task at hand. You've got plenty of time to study me tapes, and attempt to control me in the ring. It's still highly doubtful though. You'll come out fighting like the ferocious lion, people have come to know you as. You'll being waiting... calculating the very second you get the opportunity to capitalize and put me out of my misery, shut me down, shut me up, ruin my dreams... or even end my career. But if I have things my way... and I'm very good at having my way in the ring... you won't get a chance to capitalize, SB. I will utterly dominate you to the point where the moment of opportunity that you're banking on will NEVER happen. You know how I am when I get momentum flowing. It's hard to stop me. Add that my speed and athleticism will reduce your endurance and your reaction time to nothing. Then what? Delirium and dizziness sets in as I spill your blood. And what will you do when that happens? How will you recover? How will you pull off the great bounce-back? The answer to that is you won't, because you have blinded yourself to the point where you don't believe I can keep that from becoming a reality. I can and will. There isn't a inferior partner hold me back, or some half German, half jap girl calling the match. Not only will you lose, but I'll bring you down very painfully. I will break you and show the world that their lion, is nothing more then a pussycat.
Try and come up with a game plan that can actually work against me pussy cat. >=)
You were just verbally P - ah what the hell. You know the drill.