Post by David Banks on Apr 6, 2007 19:58:04 GMT -5
Our scene starts off pitch black, much like you're in Dio Muerte's spotlight-deprived life. All of a sudden, the scene turns to static. A picture starts to come in, but you can’t quite make out what you’re seeing. The picture comes in much clearer now, and we see the familiar sight of a Rebel Pro banner. Standing infront of it is none other then David Banks. His hooded shooter covering up his upper body and the hood safely shrounding his head. His white warm-up pants with gold trim, and white Air Forces complete his attire. David looks up to the camera.
David Banks: So let me try to get this straight... your the real thing while I'm the knock-off brand? A ghetto ass Chris Jericho Heh... hehehe.... hahahaha... hahahaha! Oh, my freakin' God, Dio, are you serious? Let's review the differences, shall we... let me think, I don't believe I'm some embodiment of brilliant when I'm actually about as brilliant as Kevin Federline. I hang out with nothing but winners, and you use to hang out with the Royal Foundation... ya know? The walking talking joke stable that use to be part of NAPW. You're a monk in the mountain, huh? Well, I’m the shooting star, the technical wizard, the ring doctor, the submission exhibition, the commodore of kick-your-ass, the sherpa who carries a heavy backpack up a mountain and inside is YOU tapping the hell out. the Chrismatic Colossus, David Banks!
I don't believe I'm the strongest force on the face of the Earth, but I am a world class athlete, and you're nothing more than a bronze medal winner at the Special Olympics. If you really want to get on my level. Then maybe you should call NASA and see if they can blast you off so you can hang out amongst the stars. That's right, I'm a flat out star, but you'll never find me in a constellation. I'm in a class all by myself, so high up for everyone to see. I'm flat out hot, the lone bright spot in the dark Rebel sky. You? You're just a black hole, sucking out ratings...among other things.
So the mask you hide behind symbolizes the need to single yourself out from people like me. When you say people like me, do you mean people that are, well...WINNERS. With a mindset like that, you'll always be the midcard reject that ask for my autograph every time I make you polish my wrestling boots. The midcarders of the world will literally see themselves getting their asses kicked after you wax my boots. And when it came to picking up my dry cleaning, I don't think there is anyone that can do it faster. You will definitely be a force to be reckon with when it came to running errands. You're the man! But the real reason you single yourself out is because you can't do what I do. You can't wrestle the hateful matches I wrestle. You can't spit hateful insults like I can, son. You can't wear the hateful clothes I wear. You can't cut hateful and entertaining promo like I can.
I'm like a musician. That's right, my hateful verses strike chords with the masses. My one liners melt hearts and careers. I've got the voice of an angel, but the soul of the Devil. People sing along with the Hateful One, singing along with my lines because I'm just that damn entertaining. I don't need an instrument for my vocal verses to affect the nation. All it takes is one well placed insult, and my musical malevolence takes the world by storm. So do me and your 2 fans favor.
David fishes a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and tosses it at the camera.
Here...here's a promo I wrote a while ago that I don't want to make anymore. Use my table scraps to put together a promo that might put you on the map, trick. Put more time in you promo skills, then making gay jokes.
Don't try to confuse my hate with love. Sure, I love getting physical with white, Japanese, and Mexican people...only it's usually a white, Japanese, and Mexican girl in my hotel room. But for you, I don't mind (BLEEP)ing your career and leaving it on the side of the road when I'm done with it. Maybe I'll even make you famous like R-kelly and piss on your career. That's how I roll.
Yes, Muerte, I do think I can break you. And you want to know why? Because I've done it before. You think you're original, you think you're special, you think you're one of a kind, but I have gone up against people just as arrogant as you, I have chased them down and beat them time and time again. More or less like what I've been doing to everyone in NAPW in the last year and eventually, I have completely crushed their egos and arrogance. That's what I used to be back in the day, the ego-killer. It takes a sustained effort and a lot of devastating wins to do it, but eventually when you inflict enough mass-scale punishment, you just snap an opponent to the point where they won't ever screw with you again. Where they do their best to shy away from and avoid you.
I'm expecting you to break out in a panic attack every time you see, or hear the word hate.
David wipes a drop of sweat from his brow.
You don't care about me? Meh. The honest truth is, Muerte, I don't care if you think you can beat me or if you don't. It has never made a damn difference. In fact, it would be more advantageous for me for you to blindly assume I have no chance in the matter and that you will win no matter what, because then you'll be completely unprepared for me ripping you to pieces, whereas if you actually think I'm a major threat, you could win this. And besides, what would be so wrong for me to say so anyway?
I love, kid.
It's a darn shame that I have to destroy you.
Fade out
David Banks: So let me try to get this straight... your the real thing while I'm the knock-off brand? A ghetto ass Chris Jericho Heh... hehehe.... hahahaha... hahahaha! Oh, my freakin' God, Dio, are you serious? Let's review the differences, shall we... let me think, I don't believe I'm some embodiment of brilliant when I'm actually about as brilliant as Kevin Federline. I hang out with nothing but winners, and you use to hang out with the Royal Foundation... ya know? The walking talking joke stable that use to be part of NAPW. You're a monk in the mountain, huh? Well, I’m the shooting star, the technical wizard, the ring doctor, the submission exhibition, the commodore of kick-your-ass, the sherpa who carries a heavy backpack up a mountain and inside is YOU tapping the hell out. the Chrismatic Colossus, David Banks!
I don't believe I'm the strongest force on the face of the Earth, but I am a world class athlete, and you're nothing more than a bronze medal winner at the Special Olympics. If you really want to get on my level. Then maybe you should call NASA and see if they can blast you off so you can hang out amongst the stars. That's right, I'm a flat out star, but you'll never find me in a constellation. I'm in a class all by myself, so high up for everyone to see. I'm flat out hot, the lone bright spot in the dark Rebel sky. You? You're just a black hole, sucking out ratings...among other things.
So the mask you hide behind symbolizes the need to single yourself out from people like me. When you say people like me, do you mean people that are, well...WINNERS. With a mindset like that, you'll always be the midcard reject that ask for my autograph every time I make you polish my wrestling boots. The midcarders of the world will literally see themselves getting their asses kicked after you wax my boots. And when it came to picking up my dry cleaning, I don't think there is anyone that can do it faster. You will definitely be a force to be reckon with when it came to running errands. You're the man! But the real reason you single yourself out is because you can't do what I do. You can't wrestle the hateful matches I wrestle. You can't spit hateful insults like I can, son. You can't wear the hateful clothes I wear. You can't cut hateful and entertaining promo like I can.
I'm like a musician. That's right, my hateful verses strike chords with the masses. My one liners melt hearts and careers. I've got the voice of an angel, but the soul of the Devil. People sing along with the Hateful One, singing along with my lines because I'm just that damn entertaining. I don't need an instrument for my vocal verses to affect the nation. All it takes is one well placed insult, and my musical malevolence takes the world by storm. So do me and your 2 fans favor.
David fishes a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and tosses it at the camera.
Here...here's a promo I wrote a while ago that I don't want to make anymore. Use my table scraps to put together a promo that might put you on the map, trick. Put more time in you promo skills, then making gay jokes.
Don't try to confuse my hate with love. Sure, I love getting physical with white, Japanese, and Mexican people...only it's usually a white, Japanese, and Mexican girl in my hotel room. But for you, I don't mind (BLEEP)ing your career and leaving it on the side of the road when I'm done with it. Maybe I'll even make you famous like R-kelly and piss on your career. That's how I roll.
Yes, Muerte, I do think I can break you. And you want to know why? Because I've done it before. You think you're original, you think you're special, you think you're one of a kind, but I have gone up against people just as arrogant as you, I have chased them down and beat them time and time again. More or less like what I've been doing to everyone in NAPW in the last year and eventually, I have completely crushed their egos and arrogance. That's what I used to be back in the day, the ego-killer. It takes a sustained effort and a lot of devastating wins to do it, but eventually when you inflict enough mass-scale punishment, you just snap an opponent to the point where they won't ever screw with you again. Where they do their best to shy away from and avoid you.
I'm expecting you to break out in a panic attack every time you see, or hear the word hate.
David wipes a drop of sweat from his brow.
You don't care about me? Meh. The honest truth is, Muerte, I don't care if you think you can beat me or if you don't. It has never made a damn difference. In fact, it would be more advantageous for me for you to blindly assume I have no chance in the matter and that you will win no matter what, because then you'll be completely unprepared for me ripping you to pieces, whereas if you actually think I'm a major threat, you could win this. And besides, what would be so wrong for me to say so anyway?
I love, kid.
It's a darn shame that I have to destroy you.
Fade out