Post by Thomas Young on Apr 24, 2007 18:20:34 GMT -5
The scene opens up to that all too familiar living room. Thomas Young sits lazily on his couch, finishing up on the latest Dio Muerte promo. He looks as if he's about to burst into laughter, yet trying to keep a serious facial expression at the same time. He then gets up from his couch and walks over to the TV. Ejecting the tape and shutting the TV and VCR off. Suddenly he stops...
He turns around and looks into the camera and bites his thumb
Thomas Young: (shouting) No sir! I do not BITE my thumb at you sir! But I bite my thumb sir. Shall I bring out my naked weapon and engage you in quarrel!?
He does a thrusting motion toward the camera, as if he were stabbing with a sword. After a few seconds he stops.
Thomas Young: You poor desperate man. Resorting to "Romeo and Juliet" allusions? Not to mention the bits and pieces of Arctic Monkey, scattered about that incomprehensible mess you call a wrestling promo.
He drops the tape on top of his coffee table and looks back at the camera
Thomas Young: You really think your going to one-up me this time don't you kid?
He laughs a sick laugh
Thomas Young: I mean Dio... You've managed to hurt me ONCE! Not to mention, you needed a barbed wire bat and a cheap shot from behind to do so. I'm better than you kid. Face the facts, I made you who you are. Darko and I took your sorry ass in when no one even gave two shits about you. We took you from an ordinary punk and made you into an enigma. Everything under your belt was given to you as a gift from The Foundation. But see... Normally, that'd be a good thing. To know how we work... To know how we wrestle... To know us past these gimmicks and on a personal level... But theres one error in your plan Dio. We never gave you all of our tools. Its like we gave you the gun and left out the bullets. You gonna shoot me with blanks kid? Go ahead! Take your best shot!
He extends his arms and stares into the camera with a cocky smile across his face
Thomas Young: See? I am unharmed. Not a scratch on this body! Thats definitely something you can't say. By the way, how the ribs doin' kid? Hope I didn't hurt you that much...How about I get grandma to kiss your boo-boo?
He puts his arms down and walks toward the door
Thomas Young: Maybe that last sentence will give you a glimpse of how idiotic you sound when you cut a promo. Like an Ultimate Warrior of the 21st Century. What's next kid? You gonna tell me to shove my plane into a nose dive? Or have you already had enough of stealing other people's work and calling it your own? I mean, I can easily go watch some other promos, find the best lines and repeat them in my own. Chances are the dumbass fans who watch this shit won't catch on, and I'll go on to win my match, no questions asked.
He grabs his key's off a nearby table and a black hat that was laying next to it
Thomas Young: Hopefully, next time you want to bore the world with your "promos". I'll get a Dio Muerte who understands the English language better than an immigrant who just hauled ass over the border.
He puts the keys in his pocket and puts his hat on. He unlocks the front door and turns back around
Thomas Young: You know Dio... I came to Rebel Pro Wrestling for competition. But it seems like I'm right back in NAPW. Except this time I'm preforming in front of a bunch of hicks instead of dimwitted Canadians. Not to mention, the competition is pretty much every single (BLEEP)ing guy from NAPW with the addition of a few lowlifes. So sadly, I'll be walking into Rebel having to fight Dio Muerte in an NAPW quality match...And look where that got them? They were what? 3 cents away from bankruptcy?
Ah, but there is nothing to fear my friend. Because when I beat your ass all over North Carolina... I'll be setting a new standard for Rebel Pro Wrestling. I'll show NAPW that letting the Foundation slip from their hands was the biggest mistake in their promotions history. Watch this Dio! Your going to be part of history! As the stepping stone of the man who is going to revolutionize the sport of Professional Wrestling.
He turns around and opens the door... He looks back into the camera one last time
Thomas Young: And Dio. 'Tis the Montague who drank the poison.
He shuts the door and we fade to black
He turns around and looks into the camera and bites his thumb
Thomas Young: (shouting) No sir! I do not BITE my thumb at you sir! But I bite my thumb sir. Shall I bring out my naked weapon and engage you in quarrel!?
He does a thrusting motion toward the camera, as if he were stabbing with a sword. After a few seconds he stops.
Thomas Young: You poor desperate man. Resorting to "Romeo and Juliet" allusions? Not to mention the bits and pieces of Arctic Monkey, scattered about that incomprehensible mess you call a wrestling promo.
He drops the tape on top of his coffee table and looks back at the camera
Thomas Young: You really think your going to one-up me this time don't you kid?
He laughs a sick laugh
Thomas Young: I mean Dio... You've managed to hurt me ONCE! Not to mention, you needed a barbed wire bat and a cheap shot from behind to do so. I'm better than you kid. Face the facts, I made you who you are. Darko and I took your sorry ass in when no one even gave two shits about you. We took you from an ordinary punk and made you into an enigma. Everything under your belt was given to you as a gift from The Foundation. But see... Normally, that'd be a good thing. To know how we work... To know how we wrestle... To know us past these gimmicks and on a personal level... But theres one error in your plan Dio. We never gave you all of our tools. Its like we gave you the gun and left out the bullets. You gonna shoot me with blanks kid? Go ahead! Take your best shot!
He extends his arms and stares into the camera with a cocky smile across his face
Thomas Young: See? I am unharmed. Not a scratch on this body! Thats definitely something you can't say. By the way, how the ribs doin' kid? Hope I didn't hurt you that much...How about I get grandma to kiss your boo-boo?
He puts his arms down and walks toward the door
Thomas Young: Maybe that last sentence will give you a glimpse of how idiotic you sound when you cut a promo. Like an Ultimate Warrior of the 21st Century. What's next kid? You gonna tell me to shove my plane into a nose dive? Or have you already had enough of stealing other people's work and calling it your own? I mean, I can easily go watch some other promos, find the best lines and repeat them in my own. Chances are the dumbass fans who watch this shit won't catch on, and I'll go on to win my match, no questions asked.
He grabs his key's off a nearby table and a black hat that was laying next to it
Thomas Young: Hopefully, next time you want to bore the world with your "promos". I'll get a Dio Muerte who understands the English language better than an immigrant who just hauled ass over the border.
He puts the keys in his pocket and puts his hat on. He unlocks the front door and turns back around
Thomas Young: You know Dio... I came to Rebel Pro Wrestling for competition. But it seems like I'm right back in NAPW. Except this time I'm preforming in front of a bunch of hicks instead of dimwitted Canadians. Not to mention, the competition is pretty much every single (BLEEP)ing guy from NAPW with the addition of a few lowlifes. So sadly, I'll be walking into Rebel having to fight Dio Muerte in an NAPW quality match...And look where that got them? They were what? 3 cents away from bankruptcy?
Ah, but there is nothing to fear my friend. Because when I beat your ass all over North Carolina... I'll be setting a new standard for Rebel Pro Wrestling. I'll show NAPW that letting the Foundation slip from their hands was the biggest mistake in their promotions history. Watch this Dio! Your going to be part of history! As the stepping stone of the man who is going to revolutionize the sport of Professional Wrestling.
He turns around and opens the door... He looks back into the camera one last time
Thomas Young: And Dio. 'Tis the Montague who drank the poison.
He shuts the door and we fade to black