Post by D! on Oct 26, 2005 14:43:10 GMT -5
Lights up in the NAPW locker room. D! is lacing up his flame-detailed boots, then looks up at the camera.
So here we are. Backstage before the first-ever NAPW show. How do I feel? Excited? Hell yeah. When I started training I dreamed of a night like tonight, maybe somewhere down the road, maybe after a year, maybe after five years, maybe after broken ribs and missing teeth. But here I am, moments away from a match that wll determine who's next in line for the NAPW heavyweight title. I'm pumped. I need to do this. I'm gonna prove to everybody what I've already proved to myself . . . that I can turn it up, anytime, anywhere.
He stands.
They tell me my opponent's a viking . . . no fooling. Straight from a museum diorama. (Shrugs.) Hey, do whatever makes you happy. I also hear he's a real berserker in the ring . . . powerbombs unconscious opponents and what not. Well, like they say, "it ain't ballet." But ultimately, Viking, buddy, I don't know you. We're probably gonna meet for the first time in the middle of the ring. And even then our conversation's going to be limited although I promise to ask you some questions when I get you in a chin lock--"Do you like hot dogs?" "Who's your favourite Beatle?"
But here's the deal, peanut--you don't know me either. You don't know how hard I've worked, how I've been too excited to sleep this past week, Hell, you don't even know that I don't quit or never say "die".
Because it's the NAPW title shot we're fighting for. And that means that if you hesitate, if you falter for even one heartbeat, I'm gonna Barrage you back into the Dark Ages. Chop after punch after kick after kick. Wham. Bam. Thank you Sam. So pull out all the stops, and I promise you we'll have a match everyone will be talking about the next day.
And the man they'll be talking about? One letter. Said real loud.
D!
Welcome to NAPW. Hope everybody enjoys the show.
Lights down.
So here we are. Backstage before the first-ever NAPW show. How do I feel? Excited? Hell yeah. When I started training I dreamed of a night like tonight, maybe somewhere down the road, maybe after a year, maybe after five years, maybe after broken ribs and missing teeth. But here I am, moments away from a match that wll determine who's next in line for the NAPW heavyweight title. I'm pumped. I need to do this. I'm gonna prove to everybody what I've already proved to myself . . . that I can turn it up, anytime, anywhere.
He stands.
They tell me my opponent's a viking . . . no fooling. Straight from a museum diorama. (Shrugs.) Hey, do whatever makes you happy. I also hear he's a real berserker in the ring . . . powerbombs unconscious opponents and what not. Well, like they say, "it ain't ballet." But ultimately, Viking, buddy, I don't know you. We're probably gonna meet for the first time in the middle of the ring. And even then our conversation's going to be limited although I promise to ask you some questions when I get you in a chin lock--"Do you like hot dogs?" "Who's your favourite Beatle?"
But here's the deal, peanut--you don't know me either. You don't know how hard I've worked, how I've been too excited to sleep this past week, Hell, you don't even know that I don't quit or never say "die".
Because it's the NAPW title shot we're fighting for. And that means that if you hesitate, if you falter for even one heartbeat, I'm gonna Barrage you back into the Dark Ages. Chop after punch after kick after kick. Wham. Bam. Thank you Sam. So pull out all the stops, and I promise you we'll have a match everyone will be talking about the next day.
And the man they'll be talking about? One letter. Said real loud.
D!
Welcome to NAPW. Hope everybody enjoys the show.
Lights down.