Post by Diego Davies on Nov 16, 2009 12:25:54 GMT -6
Well, it's a new day and a new town, and what do you know? A new ass to kick! Mark Evil, huh? Well, I don't know a lot about him, so I decided to dig into the New Championship Wrestling archives and found that I am in fact wrestling a dead guy who has more lives than any three cats on the planet combined, and less charisma than a rock. Not a bad way to start off my career here in New Championship Wrestling, especially as an opening match to possibly one of the most star-studded events in the history of the company. Or, so I have been told.
It's just not a fair fight, and I have to say that I am surprised that the local pundits are already picking me to win over what seems to be a mainstay in nCw. So tell me, Mr. Evil, what does that say about you? What should I take from the people that know you and have seen you throughout your career are picking you to lose to someone they have never seen a day in their life? What does it say about you? Then again, I could be completely vein and ask, what does it say about me? That my legend precedes itself? That news of my greatness has spread so far and wide that they know before I ever set foot in this company that I will destroy any man in my path? How about this one, Mr. Evil. The people here already know that you are a pathetic loser who has no intentions of even giving it your all because in your mind you have already lost!
There is no reason to be ashamed, Mr. Evil. None at all. You see, many a man has been thrust into the ring with me and wet their pants before I ever laid a hand on them. The mere mass of humanity before you some men so badly that they can't even control their bowels.
TRUE STORY! I get in the ring with this guy who was all talk before the show. For three weeks before the show to be exact. So he looks confident walking down the isle, with his music playing and the fans cheering. Once he stepped into the ring and realized that I got bigger the closer he got, his confidence wavered. Once the bell rang, and we locked up and I tossed him back into the corner with relative ease, again, his confidence wavered. It was the next moment that has defined him since. He mustered up the gumption to charge out of the corner at me with all the courage one man could. It was at that moment that I snatched him up, and rolled him over with his own momentum into one of the fiercest power slams you have ever seen.
When he hit the mat, I knew something was wrong. He laid there as limp as a bonefish. The ref had a look in his eyes like he heard something he shouldn't have heard. My opponent's eyes were so wide with fear that we both knew that something was wrong. That's when the ref got a sour look on his face. That's when I got a sour look on my face. My opponent had gotten so nervous that when I slammed his worthless carcus to the ground, he shat himself. YES REALLY! HE SHAT HIMSELF! The smell was unbearable and I just stood up put my foot on his chest, and the ref counted a quick three count and we were out of there. That poor guy layed there for a few moments before slowly rolling out of the ring. As he tried to run up the ramp, the fans at ringside saw what happened and they jumped on him as he exited the arena. Since that day, he has been known affectionately throughout the wrestling community as "The Drizzlin ****s".
It's a sad story, really. He has tremendous talent, but I have seen dog's with more courage than he could ever have. His lack of testicular fortitude is a warning to all who dare step into the squared circle. It's a message to all the men who think they have what it takes deep inside to take on the best of the best that is Diego Davies. Well, two things, actually. First, leave that stuff that's deep inside.....deep inside! PLEASE! For the love of all that is holy and good, if you have IBS, please wear a depends to the ring. I don't ever want to go through that again! And secondly, when you step into the ring with me, prepare to be destroyed. Prepare to have everything that you attempt to do to me, backfire in your face and have your ass handed to you.
This isn't a game to me, Mr. Evil. This is business, and as in any business, I am here to succeed. To win and only win. To defeat and never be defeated. That is why I am here, and unfortunately for you, you just happen to be standing in the way of my first victory in New Championship Wrestling. The first of many victories in my near future, and the first step on my road to gold in this company.
Sacrificing Mark Evil to the wrestling Gods is just a small token of my appreciation for them, and when they bestow their love and generosity on me, and the Gods raise me up in their light, and I smite you down to the darkness where you belong, then and only then will my victory be complete. For I am the Alpha and the Omega. The beginning and the end. AND YOU SHALL NOT SURVIVE!
It's just not a fair fight, and I have to say that I am surprised that the local pundits are already picking me to win over what seems to be a mainstay in nCw. So tell me, Mr. Evil, what does that say about you? What should I take from the people that know you and have seen you throughout your career are picking you to lose to someone they have never seen a day in their life? What does it say about you? Then again, I could be completely vein and ask, what does it say about me? That my legend precedes itself? That news of my greatness has spread so far and wide that they know before I ever set foot in this company that I will destroy any man in my path? How about this one, Mr. Evil. The people here already know that you are a pathetic loser who has no intentions of even giving it your all because in your mind you have already lost!
There is no reason to be ashamed, Mr. Evil. None at all. You see, many a man has been thrust into the ring with me and wet their pants before I ever laid a hand on them. The mere mass of humanity before you some men so badly that they can't even control their bowels.
TRUE STORY! I get in the ring with this guy who was all talk before the show. For three weeks before the show to be exact. So he looks confident walking down the isle, with his music playing and the fans cheering. Once he stepped into the ring and realized that I got bigger the closer he got, his confidence wavered. Once the bell rang, and we locked up and I tossed him back into the corner with relative ease, again, his confidence wavered. It was the next moment that has defined him since. He mustered up the gumption to charge out of the corner at me with all the courage one man could. It was at that moment that I snatched him up, and rolled him over with his own momentum into one of the fiercest power slams you have ever seen.
When he hit the mat, I knew something was wrong. He laid there as limp as a bonefish. The ref had a look in his eyes like he heard something he shouldn't have heard. My opponent's eyes were so wide with fear that we both knew that something was wrong. That's when the ref got a sour look on his face. That's when I got a sour look on my face. My opponent had gotten so nervous that when I slammed his worthless carcus to the ground, he shat himself. YES REALLY! HE SHAT HIMSELF! The smell was unbearable and I just stood up put my foot on his chest, and the ref counted a quick three count and we were out of there. That poor guy layed there for a few moments before slowly rolling out of the ring. As he tried to run up the ramp, the fans at ringside saw what happened and they jumped on him as he exited the arena. Since that day, he has been known affectionately throughout the wrestling community as "The Drizzlin ****s".
It's a sad story, really. He has tremendous talent, but I have seen dog's with more courage than he could ever have. His lack of testicular fortitude is a warning to all who dare step into the squared circle. It's a message to all the men who think they have what it takes deep inside to take on the best of the best that is Diego Davies. Well, two things, actually. First, leave that stuff that's deep inside.....deep inside! PLEASE! For the love of all that is holy and good, if you have IBS, please wear a depends to the ring. I don't ever want to go through that again! And secondly, when you step into the ring with me, prepare to be destroyed. Prepare to have everything that you attempt to do to me, backfire in your face and have your ass handed to you.
This isn't a game to me, Mr. Evil. This is business, and as in any business, I am here to succeed. To win and only win. To defeat and never be defeated. That is why I am here, and unfortunately for you, you just happen to be standing in the way of my first victory in New Championship Wrestling. The first of many victories in my near future, and the first step on my road to gold in this company.
Sacrificing Mark Evil to the wrestling Gods is just a small token of my appreciation for them, and when they bestow their love and generosity on me, and the Gods raise me up in their light, and I smite you down to the darkness where you belong, then and only then will my victory be complete. For I am the Alpha and the Omega. The beginning and the end. AND YOU SHALL NOT SURVIVE!
