Post by Chris Dynamite on Aug 14, 2009 5:51:05 GMT -5
As TakeDown returns Motorhead’s ‘Ace of Spades’ blasts out to signal the arrival of Chris Dynamite to a chorus of boos and jeers. ‘The Ace’ steps out onto the stage, pauses on stage for a second, and then makes his way down to the ring.
Goldman: Well here comes the former Pure Champion, surprisingly he doesn’t appear to have gained too much humility since his loss…
BuZz: That’s because he’s an idiot. In fact, lets call him what he is; the shortest reigning champion in the XWA!
Dynamite hops up into the ring and snatches the ring announcers mic before pausing for a second to contemplate the crowd,
You know, I happen to know what each and every one of you is thinking. I’m standing here without the only thing which, to your eyes, lent me credibility, and you’re all thinking…
He is cut off by a chorus of jeers and a ‘You’re a Loser’ chant. Dynamite nods and smirks,
Yep, thank you for proving my point, that all of you here are as predictable and moronic as everywhere else. I’m a loser? Me?! You idiots are paying to watch me! You’re all sitting there having paid three quarters of your salary, and you’re hanging on my every damn word. You people NEED people like me, people to take you away from your sad, pathetic lives, and share with you a glimpse of greatness. So sit and bask in the fleeting moment of a spotlight which I’m bringing to you all!
Goldman: Apparently he’s not as relaxed and confident as he looks…
Dynamite pauses for a moment, and runs his hand through his hair,
Let me set the record straight. Soul Survivor proved NOTHING! A great man once told me that to get what you want in this business you need to be liked, feared or needed! Now the warm Carolina welcome I got tells you I’m not liked, and frankly I don’t give a damn. If you ask anyone in the back I’m certainly not particularly feared. So what does that leave us? Needed? Oh go ahead, laugh. But let me bring you all a healthy dose of reality; You People Need Me! This company needs me, hell this business needs me. The next generation needs people like me to drag it into the light, and take this business kicking and screaming onto the next level. So you all thought it was funny that I lost at the PPV? I didn’t lose. I don’t lose. Blade may have that title but whatever happens I am one of life’s winners. No, no, at Soul Survivor all of you lost! You lost the shining beacon who was making waves and changing lives. You lost some of the gleam which you get from The Ace – yours truly!
Goldman: Does this guy listen to a word he says?
BuZz: No idea. He is as full of himself as anyone I’ve ever seen.
Now, that being said, the beauty of being one of life’s winners is that I have the luxury of getting what I want. And I want that title back. Let’s be honest, it looked frankly spectacular sat on my shoulder, while Blade Myers looks like a Miracle-Grow troll, on whom the gold is frankly ridiculous looking. Blade, you don’t have the class, the style, the panache to carry off that belt. Soooooo, how about you give it back to me? Hmmmm? You and I both know I’m owed a rematch and I want it! So get your ass down to this ring, and give me my damn title match!
He leans on the ropes looking up at the stage...
Come on Blade, I’m not leaving this ring without my rematch.
Goldman: Well here comes the former Pure Champion, surprisingly he doesn’t appear to have gained too much humility since his loss…
BuZz: That’s because he’s an idiot. In fact, lets call him what he is; the shortest reigning champion in the XWA!
Dynamite hops up into the ring and snatches the ring announcers mic before pausing for a second to contemplate the crowd,
You know, I happen to know what each and every one of you is thinking. I’m standing here without the only thing which, to your eyes, lent me credibility, and you’re all thinking…
He is cut off by a chorus of jeers and a ‘You’re a Loser’ chant. Dynamite nods and smirks,
Yep, thank you for proving my point, that all of you here are as predictable and moronic as everywhere else. I’m a loser? Me?! You idiots are paying to watch me! You’re all sitting there having paid three quarters of your salary, and you’re hanging on my every damn word. You people NEED people like me, people to take you away from your sad, pathetic lives, and share with you a glimpse of greatness. So sit and bask in the fleeting moment of a spotlight which I’m bringing to you all!
Goldman: Apparently he’s not as relaxed and confident as he looks…
Dynamite pauses for a moment, and runs his hand through his hair,
Let me set the record straight. Soul Survivor proved NOTHING! A great man once told me that to get what you want in this business you need to be liked, feared or needed! Now the warm Carolina welcome I got tells you I’m not liked, and frankly I don’t give a damn. If you ask anyone in the back I’m certainly not particularly feared. So what does that leave us? Needed? Oh go ahead, laugh. But let me bring you all a healthy dose of reality; You People Need Me! This company needs me, hell this business needs me. The next generation needs people like me to drag it into the light, and take this business kicking and screaming onto the next level. So you all thought it was funny that I lost at the PPV? I didn’t lose. I don’t lose. Blade may have that title but whatever happens I am one of life’s winners. No, no, at Soul Survivor all of you lost! You lost the shining beacon who was making waves and changing lives. You lost some of the gleam which you get from The Ace – yours truly!
Goldman: Does this guy listen to a word he says?
BuZz: No idea. He is as full of himself as anyone I’ve ever seen.
Now, that being said, the beauty of being one of life’s winners is that I have the luxury of getting what I want. And I want that title back. Let’s be honest, it looked frankly spectacular sat on my shoulder, while Blade Myers looks like a Miracle-Grow troll, on whom the gold is frankly ridiculous looking. Blade, you don’t have the class, the style, the panache to carry off that belt. Soooooo, how about you give it back to me? Hmmmm? You and I both know I’m owed a rematch and I want it! So get your ass down to this ring, and give me my damn title match!
He leans on the ropes looking up at the stage...
Come on Blade, I’m not leaving this ring without my rematch.