Post by ដានីយ៉ែល on Nov 24, 2020 14:39:01 GMT -5
(The scene opens with DC’s voice.)
DC: Why do I need to be on anybody’s radar when I already proved that I was championship material in the past. Last time I checked, I went from IOV Tag Team Champion as Cool D with my older brother Cool J as the team The Cools. We were new and not experienced at the time. When we went our separate ways, we found success without each other. I was IOV Perfection’s First Ever Junior Heavyweight Champion by winning it at a Perfection’s Battle Royal. There were like 20 or 25 different competitors in that man and I ended up being crowned as the winner under my old gimmick Daniel “The Angel'' Christopher. This happened around 2004 and I was the youngest Champion at the age of 17. Then Perfection broke away from IOV known as Innovator of Violence and became its own brand. IOV Perfection’s Junior Heavyweight Champion became Perfection’s World Heavyweight Champion and I was the face of the brand that had successful runs known as Champion. Even my old pals of mine from that roster can tell you that I was one of the best wrestlers that they had at the time during the 2000s. So you don’t know anything about how many times I crawled from the bottom of the rank as a jobber Cool D to get to where I am now. Like I previously said, I am here to be a legend and don’t need titles to prove that I am already one, since I am already a ring veteran. You can call me Bane's bitch all you want, but it doesn’t mean anything to me.
Better polish that Junior Heavyweight Championship title strap of yours, because I won’t mind snatching it from your waist at Vendetta ppv. Were your ass even around when MIchael Jordan was playing with the Chicago Bulls in his prime or when the World Trade Center got attacked on September 11, 2001? I know that I was heading to my next class during my freshman year in high school. The question is were you even there to witness or even born yet at the time. I don’t think so. The other opponents don’t stand a chance against me. As for John Blade, he is just another John Cena wannabe and a fraud poster boy that is really a huge curtain jerker. I will destroy him easily without breaking a sweat. Brother Zeke and I are tied to defeating each other, but his win doesn’t have any effect on my wellbeing. Truth be told, he just makes me feel more deadlier than I was before. All of you are going to beg for mercy, when I destroy everyone at the ppv. I am going to go full hardcore in this match and prove why I am one tough son of a bitch. None of you people scare me, so just accept the beating that I am going to inflict on you in that ring. I don’t need any handouts from management to prove to them that I am that damn good. For someone that was born prematurely and underweight that ended up staying in the hospital for 6 whole months with his older twin brother.
Raised by two Khmer Rouge refugees that survived Cambodia's Killing Fields. A father was born with dark skin and worked 1 job in housekeeping at Madison Square Garden, while his wife was working as a receptionist at a hospital in Beth Israel Sinai. Both parents came from a foreign communist country known as Cambodia, not knowing how to speak English. While the father was working, his wife was trying to get my brother and myself into a regular school. Nobody wanted us, because we were two special needs children. My mom went to court about twenty times to get the New York State School to allow my brother and I to be accepted into the school. Both my parents went to hell and back to give my brother and I a good foundation. My little sister came along several years later. The point is my parents fought to get to where they are now. My dad had 2 jobs, one at a hotel and another one at the most famous arena in Manhattan, while my mom was working at a hospital. They managed to raise three fucking kids with the help of my mom’s mother. My brother and I, with my little sister included, had a good foundation. I am not saying my life was easy, because it was difficult for my brother and I to fit in school. We were slow learners and had trouble interacting with other people, because we couldn’t speak english clearly. Even though it was our first language.
I managed to work with Viacom one year and my brother ended up working with Port Authority before I got my first job. If my parents didn’t have to risk their lives doing what they did and the rest is ancient history. I don’t think I would be standing right here, before you in this damn company if my family’s sacrifice wasn’t enough to help me get to where I am right now. Whether I win your title or lose the match, just be sure that I will show you and the other wrestlers in the Scramble match as to why I am a fucking legend in the damn wrestlng business. Adam Scott, you make some good points, but it wasn’t enough to prove me wrong. As usual, your Alpha Junior Heavyweight Championship reign will end with me dethroning your ass as the new champion at Vendetta. I have no need for assistance from anyone to win this match. I can get the win on my own and there is not a damn thing that you can do about it. I am Daniel “The Mindless” Christopher and will be the one to sacrifice you all in the Scramble match at Vendetta.
(The scene fades to black.)
DC: Why do I need to be on anybody’s radar when I already proved that I was championship material in the past. Last time I checked, I went from IOV Tag Team Champion as Cool D with my older brother Cool J as the team The Cools. We were new and not experienced at the time. When we went our separate ways, we found success without each other. I was IOV Perfection’s First Ever Junior Heavyweight Champion by winning it at a Perfection’s Battle Royal. There were like 20 or 25 different competitors in that man and I ended up being crowned as the winner under my old gimmick Daniel “The Angel'' Christopher. This happened around 2004 and I was the youngest Champion at the age of 17. Then Perfection broke away from IOV known as Innovator of Violence and became its own brand. IOV Perfection’s Junior Heavyweight Champion became Perfection’s World Heavyweight Champion and I was the face of the brand that had successful runs known as Champion. Even my old pals of mine from that roster can tell you that I was one of the best wrestlers that they had at the time during the 2000s. So you don’t know anything about how many times I crawled from the bottom of the rank as a jobber Cool D to get to where I am now. Like I previously said, I am here to be a legend and don’t need titles to prove that I am already one, since I am already a ring veteran. You can call me Bane's bitch all you want, but it doesn’t mean anything to me.
Better polish that Junior Heavyweight Championship title strap of yours, because I won’t mind snatching it from your waist at Vendetta ppv. Were your ass even around when MIchael Jordan was playing with the Chicago Bulls in his prime or when the World Trade Center got attacked on September 11, 2001? I know that I was heading to my next class during my freshman year in high school. The question is were you even there to witness or even born yet at the time. I don’t think so. The other opponents don’t stand a chance against me. As for John Blade, he is just another John Cena wannabe and a fraud poster boy that is really a huge curtain jerker. I will destroy him easily without breaking a sweat. Brother Zeke and I are tied to defeating each other, but his win doesn’t have any effect on my wellbeing. Truth be told, he just makes me feel more deadlier than I was before. All of you are going to beg for mercy, when I destroy everyone at the ppv. I am going to go full hardcore in this match and prove why I am one tough son of a bitch. None of you people scare me, so just accept the beating that I am going to inflict on you in that ring. I don’t need any handouts from management to prove to them that I am that damn good. For someone that was born prematurely and underweight that ended up staying in the hospital for 6 whole months with his older twin brother.
Raised by two Khmer Rouge refugees that survived Cambodia's Killing Fields. A father was born with dark skin and worked 1 job in housekeeping at Madison Square Garden, while his wife was working as a receptionist at a hospital in Beth Israel Sinai. Both parents came from a foreign communist country known as Cambodia, not knowing how to speak English. While the father was working, his wife was trying to get my brother and myself into a regular school. Nobody wanted us, because we were two special needs children. My mom went to court about twenty times to get the New York State School to allow my brother and I to be accepted into the school. Both my parents went to hell and back to give my brother and I a good foundation. My little sister came along several years later. The point is my parents fought to get to where they are now. My dad had 2 jobs, one at a hotel and another one at the most famous arena in Manhattan, while my mom was working at a hospital. They managed to raise three fucking kids with the help of my mom’s mother. My brother and I, with my little sister included, had a good foundation. I am not saying my life was easy, because it was difficult for my brother and I to fit in school. We were slow learners and had trouble interacting with other people, because we couldn’t speak english clearly. Even though it was our first language.
I managed to work with Viacom one year and my brother ended up working with Port Authority before I got my first job. If my parents didn’t have to risk their lives doing what they did and the rest is ancient history. I don’t think I would be standing right here, before you in this damn company if my family’s sacrifice wasn’t enough to help me get to where I am right now. Whether I win your title or lose the match, just be sure that I will show you and the other wrestlers in the Scramble match as to why I am a fucking legend in the damn wrestlng business. Adam Scott, you make some good points, but it wasn’t enough to prove me wrong. As usual, your Alpha Junior Heavyweight Championship reign will end with me dethroning your ass as the new champion at Vendetta. I have no need for assistance from anyone to win this match. I can get the win on my own and there is not a damn thing that you can do about it. I am Daniel “The Mindless” Christopher and will be the one to sacrifice you all in the Scramble match at Vendetta.
(The scene fades to black.)
