Post by haightboy on Jan 28, 2017 23:34:39 GMT -5
The camera pans out of a white top hat among a sea of hats on shelves. The camera shot reveals an older hat store. "Will that be all, governor?" A store attendant asks with a British accent.
"I'm gonna need a moment to address some things, if that's alright with you?" The camera pans out to show HB in a fine white Victorian Tuxedo pointing to the camera
"Sure thing governor." The store attendant says.
"So, last week in the Wells Fargo Center, I made my debut. Sadly, I did not come away with a win, but alas, no one did."
HB picks up the white top hat for a few seconds before handing it to the attendant.
"So, lets get to my opponents. Firstly, Amber Lynn. I see you're not much of talker, inside or outside of the ring. Sure, you have size. You kinda remind me of the incredibly Hulk with your" HB does air quotes with his fingers." *Amber Lynn Smash* Well....except, you're not cool like he is."
"It's not just about power though. Anyone can drop a nuke and say they got the job done. But it takes precision, like a sniper to do so with skill.
You see, it's about opportunity. Seeing it, and taking it. Never let someone just haaaaand you the opportunity. It almost always comes with a price.........like eating turnbuckle.
" HB winks. "Unlike you, I don't care if my pretty lil' face gets smashed in. Not particularly fond of it , mind you. It can make for seeing with swollen eyes hard."
HB pulls out a beer from seemingly nowhere. And while not missing a beat, opens and slams it down. He puts the beer down and takes a deep breath before looking back at the camera.
"Dark Angel, You're like one of those Goth emo kids in high school. Not the cool ones you want to talk to, you know. But the psycho one who complains, gives everyone the willies and wants everyone to feel pain. Well, son. I'm gonna give ya some therapy. In the ring therapy that is. Cause obviously, you need some." HB does whiny voice mocking Dark Angel "Look at the little people all defenseless down below ...Here...have a steel chair." "Man, that's a total lack of class. If you gonna cause chaos," HB looks dead serious into the camera, "bring it to the gods in the ring.
"Also, to set the records straight. I'm not the drunken frat boy who jumps off the roof just to get people to like me. I'm the drunken Wisconsinite who jumps off the roof....cause I like it. Having others like it...is like getting a free slice of pie with your meal.........awesome."
HB pulls a microphone from seemingly nowhere and strikes an announcer's pose.
"Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages.......live from the 2300 Arena in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Falls Count Anywhere Match.......HB's prediction.........MAYHEM.....the only thing that can be predicted. "
HB drops the microphone which he seemingly pulled from nowhere as the camera fades to black.
"I'm gonna need a moment to address some things, if that's alright with you?" The camera pans out to show HB in a fine white Victorian Tuxedo pointing to the camera
"Sure thing governor." The store attendant says.
"So, last week in the Wells Fargo Center, I made my debut. Sadly, I did not come away with a win, but alas, no one did."
HB picks up the white top hat for a few seconds before handing it to the attendant.
"So, lets get to my opponents. Firstly, Amber Lynn. I see you're not much of talker, inside or outside of the ring. Sure, you have size. You kinda remind me of the incredibly Hulk with your" HB does air quotes with his fingers." *Amber Lynn Smash* Well....except, you're not cool like he is."
"It's not just about power though. Anyone can drop a nuke and say they got the job done. But it takes precision, like a sniper to do so with skill.
You see, it's about opportunity. Seeing it, and taking it. Never let someone just haaaaand you the opportunity. It almost always comes with a price.........like eating turnbuckle.
" HB winks. "Unlike you, I don't care if my pretty lil' face gets smashed in. Not particularly fond of it , mind you. It can make for seeing with swollen eyes hard."
HB pulls out a beer from seemingly nowhere. And while not missing a beat, opens and slams it down. He puts the beer down and takes a deep breath before looking back at the camera.
"Dark Angel, You're like one of those Goth emo kids in high school. Not the cool ones you want to talk to, you know. But the psycho one who complains, gives everyone the willies and wants everyone to feel pain. Well, son. I'm gonna give ya some therapy. In the ring therapy that is. Cause obviously, you need some." HB does whiny voice mocking Dark Angel "Look at the little people all defenseless down below ...Here...have a steel chair." "Man, that's a total lack of class. If you gonna cause chaos," HB looks dead serious into the camera, "bring it to the gods in the ring.
"Also, to set the records straight. I'm not the drunken frat boy who jumps off the roof just to get people to like me. I'm the drunken Wisconsinite who jumps off the roof....cause I like it. Having others like it...is like getting a free slice of pie with your meal.........awesome."
HB pulls a microphone from seemingly nowhere and strikes an announcer's pose.
"Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages.......live from the 2300 Arena in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Falls Count Anywhere Match.......HB's prediction.........MAYHEM.....the only thing that can be predicted. "
HB drops the microphone which he seemingly pulled from nowhere as the camera fades to black.