Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2016 22:02:17 GMT -5
The following video was posted to Dagvald's Facebook:
The scene opens on Dag sitting at a desk with a stack of papers, a desktop, various office supplies, and small Norwegian flag. The room is bright, with color changing lights hanging from the ceiling and wall setting a constantly changing atmosphere. The screen to the computer can be seen with some noticeable glare, but the TMZ article on the bearded Norsemen may be seen fairly clearly. Dag leans back in his office chair and glances into the camera before turning back to the video.
"So, my mysterious rival, Shadowlove, has taken it upon himself to issue a challenge to me. He claims himself worthy of a shot not only at shutting me up, something no one has nor ever will have the right to do, but he also has the steroid-enlarged, shrivelled up testicles to demand of me a match where my International Championship is on the line? Good lord, man! How stupid!"
Dag sits up straight and starts laughing lightly to himself, grasping the bridge of his nose, then releasing it as his efforts to hold back his laughter falter and he succumbs to the incredibly humours situation.
"Do you see what you've made me do? I've outright burst into laughter at your baseless claims. You have absolutely no accomplishments here, boy! Have you even won a match yet? You've been in some number of battle royals and come up short in, I believe, all of them! You may not be aware of this because you are so clearly a completely ignorant moron, but when I made my debut in an 11 person battle royal at the biggest pay per view on the company's calendar, I won, and I won easily! So what makes you think you're even worth a damn in my book?
"Not only are you entirely out of your league to challenge me, but I don't believe you qualify to compete for my championship. Where do you hail from exactly? 'Parts Unknown?' There's no embassy for that in Oslo, my friend. As far as I'm concerned, if you can't even tell me what nation you're from, then you have no right to ever even touch this belt.
"Technicalities aside, I must say, I am a generous person. I wouldn't mind the chance to destroy your meak, oversexualized, faggot body. If I heard your challenge right, you offered me the right to end your career if I beat you in a title match? Well the thing is, I don't give a damn about your career. You'll never amount to anything no matter how long you stay here. I don't even need it to be a stipulation, cock sucker. I could beat you into hospitalization with hardly any effort. And on top of all that, you want this to be a Hell in a Cell match? Are you fucking insane? Do you even expect management to book that shit?
"But you know what? Fuck it. If getting your teeth knocked down your throat so far you shit them out and I make you eat them again is what you want, then fuck it. You started this fight and I'm going to end it. I accept your challenge to a no disqualification, non-title match. I've given you the chance to make a name for yourself. What will you do with it?
Dag reaches over and shuts off the camera.
The scene opens on Dag sitting at a desk with a stack of papers, a desktop, various office supplies, and small Norwegian flag. The room is bright, with color changing lights hanging from the ceiling and wall setting a constantly changing atmosphere. The screen to the computer can be seen with some noticeable glare, but the TMZ article on the bearded Norsemen may be seen fairly clearly. Dag leans back in his office chair and glances into the camera before turning back to the video.
"So, my mysterious rival, Shadowlove, has taken it upon himself to issue a challenge to me. He claims himself worthy of a shot not only at shutting me up, something no one has nor ever will have the right to do, but he also has the steroid-enlarged, shrivelled up testicles to demand of me a match where my International Championship is on the line? Good lord, man! How stupid!"
Dag sits up straight and starts laughing lightly to himself, grasping the bridge of his nose, then releasing it as his efforts to hold back his laughter falter and he succumbs to the incredibly humours situation.
"Do you see what you've made me do? I've outright burst into laughter at your baseless claims. You have absolutely no accomplishments here, boy! Have you even won a match yet? You've been in some number of battle royals and come up short in, I believe, all of them! You may not be aware of this because you are so clearly a completely ignorant moron, but when I made my debut in an 11 person battle royal at the biggest pay per view on the company's calendar, I won, and I won easily! So what makes you think you're even worth a damn in my book?
"Not only are you entirely out of your league to challenge me, but I don't believe you qualify to compete for my championship. Where do you hail from exactly? 'Parts Unknown?' There's no embassy for that in Oslo, my friend. As far as I'm concerned, if you can't even tell me what nation you're from, then you have no right to ever even touch this belt.
"Technicalities aside, I must say, I am a generous person. I wouldn't mind the chance to destroy your meak, oversexualized, faggot body. If I heard your challenge right, you offered me the right to end your career if I beat you in a title match? Well the thing is, I don't give a damn about your career. You'll never amount to anything no matter how long you stay here. I don't even need it to be a stipulation, cock sucker. I could beat you into hospitalization with hardly any effort. And on top of all that, you want this to be a Hell in a Cell match? Are you fucking insane? Do you even expect management to book that shit?
"But you know what? Fuck it. If getting your teeth knocked down your throat so far you shit them out and I make you eat them again is what you want, then fuck it. You started this fight and I'm going to end it. I accept your challenge to a no disqualification, non-title match. I've given you the chance to make a name for yourself. What will you do with it?
Dag reaches over and shuts off the camera.
