Post by "Invincible" Damian Kaine on Jul 6, 2016 12:03:12 GMT -5
Damian Kaine stands backstage at the Nationwide Arena, a camera man beading on him, with a microphone in his hand.
“Ladies and Gentlemen of Columbus, Ohio, you’re a bunch of seriously lucky bastards. Why, you may ask? Could it be because there’s a Television title match tonight?”
He pauses, faux-contemplating the possibility.
“Tempting, but nah. Maybe the World Title match night, Stuart Slane vs. Oblivion, and it isn’t a PPV? Hah! Not even close. So, what can it be?”
Damian pulls the camera into a close up.
“You’re all blessed to witness the WCF debut of the new face of this company, Damian Kaine.”
He then pushes the camera back, and the crowd sees the camera visibly shake.
“It’s taken me a lot of running around to get here. A lot of pointless matches. A lot of burials, six feet under the ground. I didn’t spend four years down in the South Carolina’s ALPHA school for nothing. So, imagine my disappointment when finding that an A-Lister like the Silver Bullet, himself, was debuting in a tag match. And, not even a two on two, but a damn 8 man tag! I tried to have a few words with Seth Lerch but he was nowhere to be found. Well, I thought, ‘Eh, I guess it’s not too bad.” And then I saw who was in the match with me. No, no no no, Seth you’re losing it! Who the hell are these people?! Chris Kane? No relation, might I add. Daniel Jones, Derek Cenate… Or is it Derek Jones and Daniel Cenate?”
He pauses for a minute before shaking his head in disbelief.
“It doesn’t matter what their names are, they won’t be in my company long enough for me to give a damn anyway. And I only bring them up because the other side of the ring is a bunch of jobbers, we probably won’t see again after tonight. I’ve tried looking at some indie videos of these guys. Nothing! I can’t find anything on anybody named ‘Bok Choy.’ He might as well just be Asian food, because I’m going to eat him up like fried rice in the ring tonight.”
Damian waits for the resounding “boos” due to the racist comment.
“Yes, yes. You think my words hurt? Adrian, Rise, Bok, and Zacky boy: Y’all better hope you ain’t part werewolf, boys. Because y’all about to get shot with a Silver Bullet.”
Damien gives a smile then drops the mic, vanishing into the darkness backstage.
“Ladies and Gentlemen of Columbus, Ohio, you’re a bunch of seriously lucky bastards. Why, you may ask? Could it be because there’s a Television title match tonight?”
He pauses, faux-contemplating the possibility.
“Tempting, but nah. Maybe the World Title match night, Stuart Slane vs. Oblivion, and it isn’t a PPV? Hah! Not even close. So, what can it be?”
Damian pulls the camera into a close up.
“You’re all blessed to witness the WCF debut of the new face of this company, Damian Kaine.”
He then pushes the camera back, and the crowd sees the camera visibly shake.
“It’s taken me a lot of running around to get here. A lot of pointless matches. A lot of burials, six feet under the ground. I didn’t spend four years down in the South Carolina’s ALPHA school for nothing. So, imagine my disappointment when finding that an A-Lister like the Silver Bullet, himself, was debuting in a tag match. And, not even a two on two, but a damn 8 man tag! I tried to have a few words with Seth Lerch but he was nowhere to be found. Well, I thought, ‘Eh, I guess it’s not too bad.” And then I saw who was in the match with me. No, no no no, Seth you’re losing it! Who the hell are these people?! Chris Kane? No relation, might I add. Daniel Jones, Derek Cenate… Or is it Derek Jones and Daniel Cenate?”
He pauses for a minute before shaking his head in disbelief.
“It doesn’t matter what their names are, they won’t be in my company long enough for me to give a damn anyway. And I only bring them up because the other side of the ring is a bunch of jobbers, we probably won’t see again after tonight. I’ve tried looking at some indie videos of these guys. Nothing! I can’t find anything on anybody named ‘Bok Choy.’ He might as well just be Asian food, because I’m going to eat him up like fried rice in the ring tonight.”
Damian waits for the resounding “boos” due to the racist comment.
“Yes, yes. You think my words hurt? Adrian, Rise, Bok, and Zacky boy: Y’all better hope you ain’t part werewolf, boys. Because y’all about to get shot with a Silver Bullet.”
Damien gives a smile then drops the mic, vanishing into the darkness backstage.