Post by Dio Muerte on Apr 7, 2007 15:47:53 GMT -5
Hey what do you know. There is light. You can see Dio Muerte to his entirety. He's at a bus stop, sitting all alone on some bench. With a bag on his lap, and big sound proof headphone on. He's bobbing his head and tapping his foot. Sounds like StarDust by Akforty, which can only be found at WWW.Myspace.Com/Akforty. He takes the headphones off.
Dio Muerte Beautiful! JUST BEAUTIFUL! You've gone from dumb ass to speaking shouldn't be legal for you. You say I'm talking about gay jokes? ME? You're talking about pissing on a man, you're talking busted nuts on my face. BUT I'M THE ONE TALKING ABOUT GAY JOKES! Okay, fine I did stoop to your level. I've never been that low in life. ALWAYS A FIRST MAAAAAN! It felt, horrible, like listening to you talk. Your voice, nothing can describe the pain. Of course you don't need to fight me with weapons. YOU CAN JUST START COMMENTATING THE MATCH! THE WHOLE WORLD WILL TAP OUT. Forget the Charisma Cross face. Just start talking. Do you honestly think people like you? You are being lied to. A fabrication is all your life is. A DAMN FABRICATION! People don't fear you. The walk away from you, because they can't stand to be in a conversation with you. Your voice is that fly that has that homing device on your ear. Look, win or win, when that match comes, I will crush your jaw bone. YOU TALK NO MORE AFTER THE TENTH!
It can be Latin, Caucasian, Oriental or Cambodian. I personally don't care about the buffet lines of pornos you own. I watch pornography too, but, I don't brag about the pussy that shows up on the TV SCREEN! If I did, I'd be HUGH HEF VERSION 3.5 BETA! Being one with the females is nothing to brag about Banks. DO YOU PAINT YOUR TOES AND WATCH ONE TREE HILL? CAUSE, OH MY GOD CHAD MICHEAL MURRAY IS SO HOT!
I can say a man looks good and still not be gay. I'm comfortable in my own skin. See Banks, you're not real. I see through that facade you've painted. You're an actor. You're not who you seem to be. YOU SHOULD BECOME A POLITICIAN! They never tell the truth about shit. You've seen California, he has all the requirements. He was an ACTOR! Seriously, drop out of wrestling, go apply for presidency. You'll be the first black president. That other guy won't do it. He tells the truth. He's too real to lead a nation. THEY WOULD NEVER PICK HIM! The would pick you in a minute though. YOU LIE! What better politician. You lied about being original. You stole that promo idea off a beer commercial. You lied about being a better wrestler. You haven't faced me. DO YOU KNOW WHAT I HAVE IN STORE? I'm the Home Depot, maaaan! What else have you lied about? Charismatic, that's a damn lie. See, you can be a president, those puppets never have charisma. That's three lies. What next, you're gonna improve the neighborhoods? Bring world peace?
Oh no you won't, you're all about Hate. You're trying that satanic bull shit. You went from Black Chris Jericho to Black Marylin Manson. WAIT! You're JayZ, you've gone and went and bit everyone else's style. So, by next week. You'll be in a ski mask, YELLING! Talking about things that you don't ever understand, such as multiplication and the amount of S's and I's in Mississippi. I'll save you the head ache. Four S's and four I's. Multiply that by two, you get eight. You'll then steal Murcielago's bit, star in a promo in a class room. Since you know zip shit about history. You'll decide to tackle another subject you know zip shit about, phonetics and grammar.
GAH!
Your an (BLEEP) Dio Muerte. GAH! I HOPE YOU GET USE BY SOMEONE! GAH!
Notice what I'm doing? Are you too damn stupid to see I'm picking at you like a scab you had as a child and moms said to stop picking. You thinking you're Mr. Bad Ass volume 16. So you opened it, then it spilled blood. As if you were using the wrong end of the funnel. That is your fate. When the tenth comes, you're blood will leak. You will swim in your blood. That will be the only way you'll be able to escape. I'm not touching that blood, it's contaminated with stupidity.
But, I'm no better then you. I have my imperfections. I have my mistakes. It's just that, my imperfections and mistakes don't add up to the sum amount of yours. Even if I did multiply mine by a X amount, it'll still be less then your botches. See, you're just a fool that's been fed to much bull shit. Me, I'm a person catching a bus.
The bus arrives, Dio Muerte gets out of his seat. Motions the camera to follow him on to the bus.
Dio Muerte Don't worry, no bats are going to crush you. I need you for the next promo.
Fades to black.
Dio Muerte Beautiful! JUST BEAUTIFUL! You've gone from dumb ass to speaking shouldn't be legal for you. You say I'm talking about gay jokes? ME? You're talking about pissing on a man, you're talking busted nuts on my face. BUT I'M THE ONE TALKING ABOUT GAY JOKES! Okay, fine I did stoop to your level. I've never been that low in life. ALWAYS A FIRST MAAAAAN! It felt, horrible, like listening to you talk. Your voice, nothing can describe the pain. Of course you don't need to fight me with weapons. YOU CAN JUST START COMMENTATING THE MATCH! THE WHOLE WORLD WILL TAP OUT. Forget the Charisma Cross face. Just start talking. Do you honestly think people like you? You are being lied to. A fabrication is all your life is. A DAMN FABRICATION! People don't fear you. The walk away from you, because they can't stand to be in a conversation with you. Your voice is that fly that has that homing device on your ear. Look, win or win, when that match comes, I will crush your jaw bone. YOU TALK NO MORE AFTER THE TENTH!
It can be Latin, Caucasian, Oriental or Cambodian. I personally don't care about the buffet lines of pornos you own. I watch pornography too, but, I don't brag about the pussy that shows up on the TV SCREEN! If I did, I'd be HUGH HEF VERSION 3.5 BETA! Being one with the females is nothing to brag about Banks. DO YOU PAINT YOUR TOES AND WATCH ONE TREE HILL? CAUSE, OH MY GOD CHAD MICHEAL MURRAY IS SO HOT!
I can say a man looks good and still not be gay. I'm comfortable in my own skin. See Banks, you're not real. I see through that facade you've painted. You're an actor. You're not who you seem to be. YOU SHOULD BECOME A POLITICIAN! They never tell the truth about shit. You've seen California, he has all the requirements. He was an ACTOR! Seriously, drop out of wrestling, go apply for presidency. You'll be the first black president. That other guy won't do it. He tells the truth. He's too real to lead a nation. THEY WOULD NEVER PICK HIM! The would pick you in a minute though. YOU LIE! What better politician. You lied about being original. You stole that promo idea off a beer commercial. You lied about being a better wrestler. You haven't faced me. DO YOU KNOW WHAT I HAVE IN STORE? I'm the Home Depot, maaaan! What else have you lied about? Charismatic, that's a damn lie. See, you can be a president, those puppets never have charisma. That's three lies. What next, you're gonna improve the neighborhoods? Bring world peace?
Oh no you won't, you're all about Hate. You're trying that satanic bull shit. You went from Black Chris Jericho to Black Marylin Manson. WAIT! You're JayZ, you've gone and went and bit everyone else's style. So, by next week. You'll be in a ski mask, YELLING! Talking about things that you don't ever understand, such as multiplication and the amount of S's and I's in Mississippi. I'll save you the head ache. Four S's and four I's. Multiply that by two, you get eight. You'll then steal Murcielago's bit, star in a promo in a class room. Since you know zip shit about history. You'll decide to tackle another subject you know zip shit about, phonetics and grammar.
GAH!
Your an (BLEEP) Dio Muerte. GAH! I HOPE YOU GET USE BY SOMEONE! GAH!
Notice what I'm doing? Are you too damn stupid to see I'm picking at you like a scab you had as a child and moms said to stop picking. You thinking you're Mr. Bad Ass volume 16. So you opened it, then it spilled blood. As if you were using the wrong end of the funnel. That is your fate. When the tenth comes, you're blood will leak. You will swim in your blood. That will be the only way you'll be able to escape. I'm not touching that blood, it's contaminated with stupidity.
But, I'm no better then you. I have my imperfections. I have my mistakes. It's just that, my imperfections and mistakes don't add up to the sum amount of yours. Even if I did multiply mine by a X amount, it'll still be less then your botches. See, you're just a fool that's been fed to much bull shit. Me, I'm a person catching a bus.
The bus arrives, Dio Muerte gets out of his seat. Motions the camera to follow him on to the bus.
Dio Muerte Don't worry, no bats are going to crush you. I need you for the next promo.
Fades to black.