Post by David Banks on Feb 4, 2007 17:52:24 GMT -5
Thoughts from the Chairman.
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I'm not gonna bitch and moan about a loss, like so many people do these days. I'm not gonna say the typical "you got luck". If anything it's my fault right?
*sigh*
So, what can I say? I had weak spots that you were able to exploit. I'm not supposed to have weak spots. Things happened in that match that I should not have let happen, and I cannot allow that. I should have never been in that position for you to roll me up for the three count. I was actually so focused on making you tap the hell out, that I didn't even hear the referees counting. I had completely forgotten that peon was in the ring with us. You're a smart guy and well... you out smarted me. Man, I know I'll my work cut out for, just as always with you. And it's gonna be one hell of a time getting back on my A game it seems.
But I won't make those same mistakes. Not again sir.
Bear in mind that I unlike all the other losers you may have built a reputation off of, I learn from my mistakes. Next time, it will be even harder. Next time, you'll be wanting to end the match quick as possible. Next time... I will beat you in the middle of the ring. Beating you unconscious is just as good as making you tap. I realize this now and that means bad news for you and your partner.
So here we are again. Standing across the ring from one another; Cold Snap! Patrick Bickle and Simply Beautiful vs "The Lemondrop Kid" Lloyd Rees and David Banks. I probably know what to expect out of me by now. I'll come at you strong and hard. I'm a little better now... smarter, faster and I have some more moves I want to show off.
It’s funny.
I'm not sure what it is about you, but every time we face off, it makes me wanna raise my game to another level. And every single time I have you right were I want you, somehow you always manage to slip by and get the win. I don't want anymore doubts in my mind at night. No more bad dreams. But I cannot leave things like they are. I'm too much of a competitor to do so. So I HAVE to beat you or it will continue to eat away at me. I want be able to move on.
I'm coming to lay it all out on the line, Simply Beautiful, balls to the walls! You will get the absolute best of David Banks.
...can you stop me this time??
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Somewhere in Vancouver, BC. Ol'Salty "Manager t’da Stars" is leaving a local restaurant, with trademark flask in hand. He unscrews the top, turns it up, and lets the sweet, sweet alcohol pour into his mouth, over his tongue and down his throat. He savored the sensation as he drinks in the sunlight.
"UUMPH!!"
And with that, Salty's flask hits the ground as he's nearly taken off his feet as well.
David Banks: TOUCHDOWN BABY!!
David Banks yells as he spikes the football into the ground and then does his version 'Walk It Out' dance, ala Reggie Bush in the end zone. The ~nFa~ Republic of Newfoundland Champion, Lloyd Rees, comes running up and high fives David.
Lloyd Rees: Now d'hat's what I'm talk’n about! Peyton t’Harrison all day long me b'y! Just like Patrick Bickle and Simply Beautiful, da Chicago Bears better get ready fer da asswhuppin of a life time!
David Banks helps Ol'Salty to his feet Lloyd picks up the football.
David Banks: You got that right man. Uh sorry about that..
Ol'Salty dusted himself off and mumbles something.
David Banks: There isn't a doubt in my mind, that the Colts can't pull this thing off. Haha.. bad news Bears. Peyton's gonna eat them boys up. You know? Kinda like our match at Cold Snap. We will be walking out victorious. You'll get to put the final nail in Patrick Bickle’s coffin, putting an end to your feud, and I'll get some payback, as I beat SB senseless. He won't be surprising me anymore.
Lloyd Rees: Da "Malnutrition Submission Machine" Patty Bickle and "Da Beard-less Lady" SB will run into a little bit of trouble. Ah who am I kid’n? d’hey'll run into a whole world of trouble. Wabana Busters and Mid-Card Killers fer both d'hem Larrys!
David Banks: I hear you man. Thats why I brought you all the way out here. Sure we both know our opponents. We know what to expect from them. We know what they can do, and we know exactly how to combat it. Well, in singles competition anyway. This will be our first tag match together, and I thought a little practice would help out.
Lloyd Rees: D'his is a restarunt...
David Banks: Uh-huh. I figure there are a little over 30 sheepeople in there. And since we're wrestlers, we shouldn't get into too much trouble for kicking the (BLEEP) out of few random people. So how bout it?
Lloyd Rees: As long as it's fun b'y. Let's kick us some ass.
The two march brazenly into the restaurant before the scene fades out.
More Thoughts From The Chairman.
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Man, that was a pretty fun day... and kinda of scary... Lloyd nearly drowned somebody in their bowl of soup and people were none the wiser. I'm just glad he's on my side. sheesh.
Peyton will kill the Bears..
Patrick Bickle likes fat chicks..
.. yeah I'm done..
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I'm not gonna bitch and moan about a loss, like so many people do these days. I'm not gonna say the typical "you got luck". If anything it's my fault right?
*sigh*
So, what can I say? I had weak spots that you were able to exploit. I'm not supposed to have weak spots. Things happened in that match that I should not have let happen, and I cannot allow that. I should have never been in that position for you to roll me up for the three count. I was actually so focused on making you tap the hell out, that I didn't even hear the referees counting. I had completely forgotten that peon was in the ring with us. You're a smart guy and well... you out smarted me. Man, I know I'll my work cut out for, just as always with you. And it's gonna be one hell of a time getting back on my A game it seems.
But I won't make those same mistakes. Not again sir.
Bear in mind that I unlike all the other losers you may have built a reputation off of, I learn from my mistakes. Next time, it will be even harder. Next time, you'll be wanting to end the match quick as possible. Next time... I will beat you in the middle of the ring. Beating you unconscious is just as good as making you tap. I realize this now and that means bad news for you and your partner.
So here we are again. Standing across the ring from one another; Cold Snap! Patrick Bickle and Simply Beautiful vs "The Lemondrop Kid" Lloyd Rees and David Banks. I probably know what to expect out of me by now. I'll come at you strong and hard. I'm a little better now... smarter, faster and I have some more moves I want to show off.
It’s funny.
I'm not sure what it is about you, but every time we face off, it makes me wanna raise my game to another level. And every single time I have you right were I want you, somehow you always manage to slip by and get the win. I don't want anymore doubts in my mind at night. No more bad dreams. But I cannot leave things like they are. I'm too much of a competitor to do so. So I HAVE to beat you or it will continue to eat away at me. I want be able to move on.
I'm coming to lay it all out on the line, Simply Beautiful, balls to the walls! You will get the absolute best of David Banks.
...can you stop me this time??
________________________________
Somewhere in Vancouver, BC. Ol'Salty "Manager t’da Stars" is leaving a local restaurant, with trademark flask in hand. He unscrews the top, turns it up, and lets the sweet, sweet alcohol pour into his mouth, over his tongue and down his throat. He savored the sensation as he drinks in the sunlight.
"UUMPH!!"
And with that, Salty's flask hits the ground as he's nearly taken off his feet as well.
David Banks: TOUCHDOWN BABY!!
David Banks yells as he spikes the football into the ground and then does his version 'Walk It Out' dance, ala Reggie Bush in the end zone. The ~nFa~ Republic of Newfoundland Champion, Lloyd Rees, comes running up and high fives David.
Lloyd Rees: Now d'hat's what I'm talk’n about! Peyton t’Harrison all day long me b'y! Just like Patrick Bickle and Simply Beautiful, da Chicago Bears better get ready fer da asswhuppin of a life time!
David Banks helps Ol'Salty to his feet Lloyd picks up the football.
David Banks: You got that right man. Uh sorry about that..
Ol'Salty dusted himself off and mumbles something.
David Banks: There isn't a doubt in my mind, that the Colts can't pull this thing off. Haha.. bad news Bears. Peyton's gonna eat them boys up. You know? Kinda like our match at Cold Snap. We will be walking out victorious. You'll get to put the final nail in Patrick Bickle’s coffin, putting an end to your feud, and I'll get some payback, as I beat SB senseless. He won't be surprising me anymore.
Lloyd Rees: Da "Malnutrition Submission Machine" Patty Bickle and "Da Beard-less Lady" SB will run into a little bit of trouble. Ah who am I kid’n? d’hey'll run into a whole world of trouble. Wabana Busters and Mid-Card Killers fer both d'hem Larrys!
David Banks: I hear you man. Thats why I brought you all the way out here. Sure we both know our opponents. We know what to expect from them. We know what they can do, and we know exactly how to combat it. Well, in singles competition anyway. This will be our first tag match together, and I thought a little practice would help out.
Lloyd Rees: D'his is a restarunt...
David Banks: Uh-huh. I figure there are a little over 30 sheepeople in there. And since we're wrestlers, we shouldn't get into too much trouble for kicking the (BLEEP) out of few random people. So how bout it?
Lloyd Rees: As long as it's fun b'y. Let's kick us some ass.
The two march brazenly into the restaurant before the scene fades out.
More Thoughts From The Chairman.
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Man, that was a pretty fun day... and kinda of scary... Lloyd nearly drowned somebody in their bowl of soup and people were none the wiser. I'm just glad he's on my side. sheesh.
Peyton will kill the Bears..
Patrick Bickle likes fat chicks..
.. yeah I'm done..