Post by "Invincible" Damian Kaine on Aug 7, 2016 11:42:43 GMT -5
Damian runs along the streets of Manchester, New Hampshire, music in, partially training for his match in two days, and partially questioning himself.
“You’ve been here for a month. You’ve won 0 matches. What are you doing, Damian? Why are you slacking? I mean for the love of God, two of these matches were against The Baron von Massive Cunt. You lost to that dipwad, Damian. And what’s your excuse? ‘He cheated!’ Of fucking course he did! He’s a heel for a reason! But ya know what, D? You are too. I think you’ve been playing the babyface for too long. You’ve been letting the Angels paint you in a good light. Because you never showed them who Damian Kaine really is. But that’s okay; you’ll get back to them eventually. As for right now, you have Bad News Benson and Tom-O-Hawk to worry about.”
Damian stops running in front of the shore of Massabesic Lake. He looks over the beautiful water at the rising sun.
“Just like a new day dawning on Mother Earth, I’m bringing a whole new wonder to myself this Sunday. It’s true that I don’t have the best to work with; Seth keeps handing me heels and expecting me to play a heel. Seth.. so high on his horse that he’s tripping on the stirrups. But he’s another story. This weekend is probably the most important match I’ve had in the WCF. If Chris and I win, we face Stuart Slane and Nathan Chambers, perhaps two of the most known names in the WCF today. However I still say if. ‘IF we win.’ Tom-O-Hawk, he doesn’t really play fair, but that’s okay. I know I can give as good as I get in that aspect. But Benson, I'm not sure about. I saw a few matches, those types of matches that fans take piss breaks for. Like last Sunday. What. The Fuck. Was that?! I mean I know Seth puts filler galore in his cards. But holy hell that was uncalled for. I mean, what respectable athlete wins a match with a kick to the dick? This Sunday, Benson will learn what it means to be a real wrestler, against real wrestlers. On a real match slot.”
Damian sits on the sandy shore, takes off his shoes and just sits there, still delivering his monologue.
“Tommy, I respect you. You know what it takes to make it in the ring and you know what it takes to make in this world. I'm a proud of my Cherokee heritage. And I'm proud to see somebody taking a stand and bringing respect back to the rightful owners of this land. That being said, I've seen your matches. You can't wrestle for shit, so you cheat. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. I'll be honest, you probably should've listened to Freezer Burn more than you did in school. He hits hard, but he's hella smart in the ring too. He'll stalk. He'll wait. He knows what he's doing, so either he's a worse teacher than a blind squirrel, or you just didn't pay attention. My money's on the latter, because I'm pretty sure the blind squirrel is where the Baron gets his so-called talent.”
Damian chuckles, then yawns.
“Sunday, Chris and I will fight hard. Blood sweat and tears, all in or all out. And we will walk out as the #1 contenders for the tag championships. After Sunday, Chris and I will go on to face Slane and Chambers. Two great wrestlers on their own, but they've both said they don't mesh as a tag team. So we'll take that burden off of them so they can get back to measuring dicks backstage and online. And Chris Justice and Damian Kaine can go on the be the longest reigning WCF tag team champions in history. And there is nothing that will get in our way.”
Kaine looks dead into the camera, and gives a sinister smile as he turns and runs off, back to his hotel.
“You’ve been here for a month. You’ve won 0 matches. What are you doing, Damian? Why are you slacking? I mean for the love of God, two of these matches were against The Baron von Massive Cunt. You lost to that dipwad, Damian. And what’s your excuse? ‘He cheated!’ Of fucking course he did! He’s a heel for a reason! But ya know what, D? You are too. I think you’ve been playing the babyface for too long. You’ve been letting the Angels paint you in a good light. Because you never showed them who Damian Kaine really is. But that’s okay; you’ll get back to them eventually. As for right now, you have Bad News Benson and Tom-O-Hawk to worry about.”
Damian stops running in front of the shore of Massabesic Lake. He looks over the beautiful water at the rising sun.
“Just like a new day dawning on Mother Earth, I’m bringing a whole new wonder to myself this Sunday. It’s true that I don’t have the best to work with; Seth keeps handing me heels and expecting me to play a heel. Seth.. so high on his horse that he’s tripping on the stirrups. But he’s another story. This weekend is probably the most important match I’ve had in the WCF. If Chris and I win, we face Stuart Slane and Nathan Chambers, perhaps two of the most known names in the WCF today. However I still say if. ‘IF we win.’ Tom-O-Hawk, he doesn’t really play fair, but that’s okay. I know I can give as good as I get in that aspect. But Benson, I'm not sure about. I saw a few matches, those types of matches that fans take piss breaks for. Like last Sunday. What. The Fuck. Was that?! I mean I know Seth puts filler galore in his cards. But holy hell that was uncalled for. I mean, what respectable athlete wins a match with a kick to the dick? This Sunday, Benson will learn what it means to be a real wrestler, against real wrestlers. On a real match slot.”
Damian sits on the sandy shore, takes off his shoes and just sits there, still delivering his monologue.
“Tommy, I respect you. You know what it takes to make it in the ring and you know what it takes to make in this world. I'm a proud of my Cherokee heritage. And I'm proud to see somebody taking a stand and bringing respect back to the rightful owners of this land. That being said, I've seen your matches. You can't wrestle for shit, so you cheat. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. I'll be honest, you probably should've listened to Freezer Burn more than you did in school. He hits hard, but he's hella smart in the ring too. He'll stalk. He'll wait. He knows what he's doing, so either he's a worse teacher than a blind squirrel, or you just didn't pay attention. My money's on the latter, because I'm pretty sure the blind squirrel is where the Baron gets his so-called talent.”
Damian chuckles, then yawns.
“Sunday, Chris and I will fight hard. Blood sweat and tears, all in or all out. And we will walk out as the #1 contenders for the tag championships. After Sunday, Chris and I will go on to face Slane and Chambers. Two great wrestlers on their own, but they've both said they don't mesh as a tag team. So we'll take that burden off of them so they can get back to measuring dicks backstage and online. And Chris Justice and Damian Kaine can go on the be the longest reigning WCF tag team champions in history. And there is nothing that will get in our way.”
Kaine looks dead into the camera, and gives a sinister smile as he turns and runs off, back to his hotel.
