Post by Markus E. Reeves on Nov 21, 2009 2:37:27 GMT -6
*The scene opens up in a dimly lit room. Candles are shown burning away in the far corner of the room. Suddenly a flash of lighting is seen through the window revealing the outline of a tall figure. When the flash is gone the candles reveal the outline of Mark Evil. He is shown with glowing red eyes. "Redneck" by Lamb of God starts to play in the background*
So ***damn easy to write this,
You make it spill off the page.
So drunk on yourself, self-righteous,
A laughing stock of your own ****ing stage.
Oh but I ain't one to call names,
Or throw stones in a house of glass,
You try me.
This is a mother****in' invitation,
The only one you could ever need.
This is a mother****in' invitation,
You try me.
Just one time you got a reason,
But you had nothing to lose.
A blind preacher for the pin-eyed congregation,
It must be easy to loathe.
Mark Evil: Diego Davies, welcome to my home. A place where no mortal man will journey. A place where I can come every once in awhile when I want to escape for awhile. This is where I came when I faked my death a few months back. I had to get back to my roots. The essence that made me who I was in nCw. Now I'm back and unfortunately Diego has found himself on the wrong side of the tracks. He has decided to adventure away from the safety of the outside world and enter Hell's playground with me. The worst thing for you Diego. You caught me at a really bad time. You caught me the week after Atreyu. The Anti Xtreme person who instead of manning up and facing me last week walked out of a match against me. I win the match and what do I get? I get an opening match on Wired against the new guy. Atreyu loses and he gets an Xtreme title match. Obviously another way for Spike Kane to screw me out of something that I deserve. I guess this week Spike I'll show you what Xtreme is all about. Something that you have obviously forgotten.
Oh but I ain't one to call names,
Or throw stones in a house of glass,
You try me.
This is a mother****in' invitation,
The only one you could ever need.
This is a mother****in' invitation,
You try me.
You can tell the same lie a thousand times,
But it never gets any more true.
So close your eyes once more and once more believe,
That they all still believe in you.
Just one time!
This is a mother****in' invitation,
The only one you could ever need.
This is a mother****in' invitation.
Mark Evil: Diego, I humbly invite you to Mind Games this week. I invite you to your own destruction. You see many a time a punk walks in here and starts running his mouth and unfortunately for them Mark Evil has to shut there mouth, tie there arms and legs together with barbed-wire and a lead weight tied to there legs and they end up dead at the bottom of a lake. For example Bob Grenier. He had the same problem as you. He didn't know when to shut the **** up. He kept running his mouth and just like your opponent he ended up ****ting down his leg. He came face to face with the Xtreme Deadman and just like the many before him, he fell to the might of Mark Evil. The lyrics rings true for you Diego. "You can tell the same lie a thousand times, But it never gets any more true."
It's funny Diego. You claim to be the "best of the best."
You claim to have your "legend precede you" well to be perfectly honest. I've never heard of you and really the only way anyone will call you the "best of the best" is when you step into the ring and beat a legend like Lance Ryan, Steve Awesome, The Brother Holland or Trent Helms. These men are true legends. Not just legends in there own mind. So go ahead and keep telling yourself that you are the best of the best because you and me both know that isn't true.
Just one time!
This is a mother****in' invitation,
Ya' try me.
Just one time!(ya' try me)
Just one time!(ya' try me)
Ya' try me.
Mark Evil: That's right Diego. It takes one damn mistake to cost you. One time for you to get over confident and when you make that mistake I will make sure to capitalize on it. You will play up to the four dumbasses from Chicago that make the trip to see your only match and when you turn around you will get the "Barbed-Wire Massacre" right in the face. Some say its like getting hit by a truck. I disagree. I think its more like getting his by an asteroid wrapped in barbed-wire. One of those and its nighty night for you. Really I could sit here and mentally pick you apart but really I even have morals and they tell me not to pick on retards. You are just like every other muscle bound jackass that comes in here. You have an ego has big as your steroid induced muscles and the mental capacity and heart that rivals that of your tiny dick. So when you step into the ring with me Diego you might as well lay down and get it over with because we both know that you already mentally beaten. You say you are the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. Thats not true. The bell is the beginning and the "Barbed-Wire Massacre" is the true end. See you Sunday for your Final Judgment because I am the Judge, Jury and Executioner and I will give you the proper burial that a man like you deserves. It will be next to Chris Benoit, Adolf Hitler, and Timothy McVeigh. A list of assholes that plagued this world for a time just like yourself and shortly I will be sending you to spend eternity with them.
*Suddenly a strong wind blows the window up and extinguishes the the candles leaving a black emptiness. The scene fades out*
So ***damn easy to write this,
You make it spill off the page.
So drunk on yourself, self-righteous,
A laughing stock of your own ****ing stage.
Oh but I ain't one to call names,
Or throw stones in a house of glass,
You try me.
This is a mother****in' invitation,
The only one you could ever need.
This is a mother****in' invitation,
You try me.
Just one time you got a reason,
But you had nothing to lose.
A blind preacher for the pin-eyed congregation,
It must be easy to loathe.
Mark Evil: Diego Davies, welcome to my home. A place where no mortal man will journey. A place where I can come every once in awhile when I want to escape for awhile. This is where I came when I faked my death a few months back. I had to get back to my roots. The essence that made me who I was in nCw. Now I'm back and unfortunately Diego has found himself on the wrong side of the tracks. He has decided to adventure away from the safety of the outside world and enter Hell's playground with me. The worst thing for you Diego. You caught me at a really bad time. You caught me the week after Atreyu. The Anti Xtreme person who instead of manning up and facing me last week walked out of a match against me. I win the match and what do I get? I get an opening match on Wired against the new guy. Atreyu loses and he gets an Xtreme title match. Obviously another way for Spike Kane to screw me out of something that I deserve. I guess this week Spike I'll show you what Xtreme is all about. Something that you have obviously forgotten.
Oh but I ain't one to call names,
Or throw stones in a house of glass,
You try me.
This is a mother****in' invitation,
The only one you could ever need.
This is a mother****in' invitation,
You try me.
You can tell the same lie a thousand times,
But it never gets any more true.
So close your eyes once more and once more believe,
That they all still believe in you.
Just one time!
This is a mother****in' invitation,
The only one you could ever need.
This is a mother****in' invitation.
Mark Evil: Diego, I humbly invite you to Mind Games this week. I invite you to your own destruction. You see many a time a punk walks in here and starts running his mouth and unfortunately for them Mark Evil has to shut there mouth, tie there arms and legs together with barbed-wire and a lead weight tied to there legs and they end up dead at the bottom of a lake. For example Bob Grenier. He had the same problem as you. He didn't know when to shut the **** up. He kept running his mouth and just like your opponent he ended up ****ting down his leg. He came face to face with the Xtreme Deadman and just like the many before him, he fell to the might of Mark Evil. The lyrics rings true for you Diego. "You can tell the same lie a thousand times, But it never gets any more true."
It's funny Diego. You claim to be the "best of the best."
You claim to have your "legend precede you" well to be perfectly honest. I've never heard of you and really the only way anyone will call you the "best of the best" is when you step into the ring and beat a legend like Lance Ryan, Steve Awesome, The Brother Holland or Trent Helms. These men are true legends. Not just legends in there own mind. So go ahead and keep telling yourself that you are the best of the best because you and me both know that isn't true.
Just one time!
This is a mother****in' invitation,
Ya' try me.
Just one time!(ya' try me)
Just one time!(ya' try me)
Ya' try me.
Mark Evil: That's right Diego. It takes one damn mistake to cost you. One time for you to get over confident and when you make that mistake I will make sure to capitalize on it. You will play up to the four dumbasses from Chicago that make the trip to see your only match and when you turn around you will get the "Barbed-Wire Massacre" right in the face. Some say its like getting hit by a truck. I disagree. I think its more like getting his by an asteroid wrapped in barbed-wire. One of those and its nighty night for you. Really I could sit here and mentally pick you apart but really I even have morals and they tell me not to pick on retards. You are just like every other muscle bound jackass that comes in here. You have an ego has big as your steroid induced muscles and the mental capacity and heart that rivals that of your tiny dick. So when you step into the ring with me Diego you might as well lay down and get it over with because we both know that you already mentally beaten. You say you are the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. Thats not true. The bell is the beginning and the "Barbed-Wire Massacre" is the true end. See you Sunday for your Final Judgment because I am the Judge, Jury and Executioner and I will give you the proper burial that a man like you deserves. It will be next to Chris Benoit, Adolf Hitler, and Timothy McVeigh. A list of assholes that plagued this world for a time just like yourself and shortly I will be sending you to spend eternity with them.
*Suddenly a strong wind blows the window up and extinguishes the the candles leaving a black emptiness. The scene fades out*
