Post by Simply Beautiful on Feb 5, 2007 15:27:15 GMT -5
Fade in. SB is sitting in his hotel room, feet up on the desk placed un-conveniently in the corner and for some reason nailed to the floor. He leans back in his rollerchair and smiles. His laptop shows the latest promo from one David Banks, on pause. He smiles, and gets up to grab a coat before heading out.
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Upon arriving at the arena in Vancouver, SB walks inside and flashes his pass to the security guards. The ring is already set up, surprisingly, and the arena has already been fashioned into a makeshift wrestling venue.
He takes his jacket off and tosses it over a turnbuckle. He slides into the ring.
He’s in full ring gear, sans gloves and wrist tape.
SB: Let’s see how she feels…
He pulls on the ropes, testing for any slack. Satisfied, he bounces off them and runs the ropes on all four sides. He smiles, and then hops to the top of the back right corner turnbuckle and backflips off. He lands, graceful as the gazelle, and smiles.
SB: Good bounce. Shouldn’t be a problem. (turns to the camera, and it zooms in on him) You know, I thought after the first three times, you’d give up, Dave. I thought after I pinned you yet AGAIN, you’d finally cut the shit – the outrageous claims, the bullshit. But no, all you do is yap. Do you HEAR yourself? All you ever seem to do is make excuses. You said you were gonna make me tap – you couldn’t. You said you were gonna put me in a wheelchair – and I’m still standing, with another win to show for it.
But what’s this I hear now? PRAISE for the Beautiful one? I outsmarted you, aye? You’re damn right I did, and I outwrestled ya too, sunshine. I proved again that you aren’t on my level, and that you never will be. Gimme shit about you’re “A” Game this, your lack of focus that – that’s what separates me from you, Dave. Well, aside from my looks, charm, and natural charisma. You think the Icon ever loses focus? OF COURSE not, idiot, that’s WHY I’m an Icon. I can adapt to any situation, and at point in a match, I can end it with one move or hold. Can you do that? I think not, Dave. You’re an accomplished amateur, no? Why don’t you head back, try to make the Olympics. THIS sport, PROFESSIONAL wrestling, just isn’t your cup of tea. Now, you’ll deny this all you want, but everyone knows it’s the cold hard truth.
You claim I built my reputation off losers? That’s somewhat of a good point, actually, because I’m UNDEFEATED against you and Lloyd Rees. And I’d be hard pressed to find bigger losers than you lovebirds. The point is definitely well-taken, Dave. But where your argument starts to falter is here – you claim you’ll learn from your mistakes. Are you that stubborn, Banks? It isn’t your mistakes that have cost you, oh no – it’s the fact that I’m just better than you. You got some new moves, junior? Bust em out, cause I can take anything you got ten times over and I’ll just get right back up.
Cold Snap won’t be your day in the sun, Dave. Payback for you is out of the question. When the dust settles, SB and Bickle will stand tall.
And we’ll finally see the last of David Banks.
Fade out.
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Upon arriving at the arena in Vancouver, SB walks inside and flashes his pass to the security guards. The ring is already set up, surprisingly, and the arena has already been fashioned into a makeshift wrestling venue.
He takes his jacket off and tosses it over a turnbuckle. He slides into the ring.
He’s in full ring gear, sans gloves and wrist tape.
SB: Let’s see how she feels…
He pulls on the ropes, testing for any slack. Satisfied, he bounces off them and runs the ropes on all four sides. He smiles, and then hops to the top of the back right corner turnbuckle and backflips off. He lands, graceful as the gazelle, and smiles.
SB: Good bounce. Shouldn’t be a problem. (turns to the camera, and it zooms in on him) You know, I thought after the first three times, you’d give up, Dave. I thought after I pinned you yet AGAIN, you’d finally cut the shit – the outrageous claims, the bullshit. But no, all you do is yap. Do you HEAR yourself? All you ever seem to do is make excuses. You said you were gonna make me tap – you couldn’t. You said you were gonna put me in a wheelchair – and I’m still standing, with another win to show for it.
But what’s this I hear now? PRAISE for the Beautiful one? I outsmarted you, aye? You’re damn right I did, and I outwrestled ya too, sunshine. I proved again that you aren’t on my level, and that you never will be. Gimme shit about you’re “A” Game this, your lack of focus that – that’s what separates me from you, Dave. Well, aside from my looks, charm, and natural charisma. You think the Icon ever loses focus? OF COURSE not, idiot, that’s WHY I’m an Icon. I can adapt to any situation, and at point in a match, I can end it with one move or hold. Can you do that? I think not, Dave. You’re an accomplished amateur, no? Why don’t you head back, try to make the Olympics. THIS sport, PROFESSIONAL wrestling, just isn’t your cup of tea. Now, you’ll deny this all you want, but everyone knows it’s the cold hard truth.
You claim I built my reputation off losers? That’s somewhat of a good point, actually, because I’m UNDEFEATED against you and Lloyd Rees. And I’d be hard pressed to find bigger losers than you lovebirds. The point is definitely well-taken, Dave. But where your argument starts to falter is here – you claim you’ll learn from your mistakes. Are you that stubborn, Banks? It isn’t your mistakes that have cost you, oh no – it’s the fact that I’m just better than you. You got some new moves, junior? Bust em out, cause I can take anything you got ten times over and I’ll just get right back up.
Cold Snap won’t be your day in the sun, Dave. Payback for you is out of the question. When the dust settles, SB and Bickle will stand tall.
And we’ll finally see the last of David Banks.
Fade out.