Post by Damian Simmons on Jul 21, 2017 1:21:55 GMT -5
The scene opens with Damian Simmons sitting on his couch, recording his promo from his living room.
Simmons: Mr. Udy, Mr. Udy. The Diabolical Lobo, The Demon Wolf, pretty much the same nickname, ones just in Spanish with a different edgy word prefacing it. What is there to say about you?
Let me say first, I'm aware that I should have no room to talk trash. As we are both in the basement of our block. Both of us are effectively eliminated from the tournament.
However! This is a very important match. Whoever wins this match will gain their first points. Whoever loses, there's a good chance they're going scoreless to end the tourney. And I can assure you, after all I've been through, it isn't going to be me.
Look, I can respect you. Zombies are cool... sorry. *Were* cool. Trust me, I would know... I like your unique look. I mean, I've never seen a six foot, 200lbs wrestler before in my life. Your gear is pretty cool. The face paint, completely relevant in 2017. And your tights, your tights are fantastic. So... *Hollywood* style, bro...ther. What? I didn't say anything. And your entrance! By god your entrance is spectacular. The darkness, the chanting, the demonic imagery, I love it. Reminds me of one of my favorites.
I hope you're getting the sarcasm cause I'm laying it on pretty thick. Although, in all seriousness, your style and moveset is pretty cool. The striking, MMA stuff is pretty slick.
Look, I don't mean to pick on everything about you, but It's just there to do.
You and I both have a big ol' goose egg on that scoreboard, but that's about all we have in common. I'm for the people, you're against them. You preach darkness and depression, I preach hope. You dwell on your past matches when preparing for the future, I simply disregard the past, good or bad. Granted, mostly bad.
Let's compare our previous experience in this tournament, shall we? I realize the contradiction I'm making by talking about the past, and I accept that.
So far, you have competed in a ladder match, a sea of light match, a TLC match, and an electrified cage match. Granted, that last one is pretty brutal. But the rest are relatively tame compared to mine. Let's see, a chairs match. Tame. A zombification match, not tame whatsoever. An inferno match that was ruined by a has-been children's show star. Sounds tame, until I show you my burns. And finally, a Black Friday match. A match where I had to face a man with a literal rocket launcher. You walk around pretending to be a zombie, I WAS a zombie! You had one night where you had to go through an immense amount of pain, I've went through at least three. Some may argue the opening night was pretty brutal too, I'm just being modest, just being real.
With that out of the way, let's talk about the stipulation for this match. A buried alive match with nuclear dirt. So, the loser will either get cancer, or become Spider-Man or something. If it's the latter, I'm almost tempted to throw the match... almost. But I'll sacrifice being the next Superman in favor of grabbing a couple points.
I think we both somewhat overestimated the difficulty in this thing going in, but now that we're ramping up towards the end, we've seen the true horrors. It's just a race to see who figured that out sooner, and I've crossed the finish line first. I'm going to ensure that I don't end up in last place in this thing, and unfortunately, I gotta go through you to do it.
I will say, good luck to you in your final match, but I must win this one. I will win this one.
*Simmons reaches over the camera, pressing the stop button, ending the video*
Simmons: Mr. Udy, Mr. Udy. The Diabolical Lobo, The Demon Wolf, pretty much the same nickname, ones just in Spanish with a different edgy word prefacing it. What is there to say about you?
Let me say first, I'm aware that I should have no room to talk trash. As we are both in the basement of our block. Both of us are effectively eliminated from the tournament.
However! This is a very important match. Whoever wins this match will gain their first points. Whoever loses, there's a good chance they're going scoreless to end the tourney. And I can assure you, after all I've been through, it isn't going to be me.
Look, I can respect you. Zombies are cool... sorry. *Were* cool. Trust me, I would know... I like your unique look. I mean, I've never seen a six foot, 200lbs wrestler before in my life. Your gear is pretty cool. The face paint, completely relevant in 2017. And your tights, your tights are fantastic. So... *Hollywood* style, bro...ther. What? I didn't say anything. And your entrance! By god your entrance is spectacular. The darkness, the chanting, the demonic imagery, I love it. Reminds me of one of my favorites.
I hope you're getting the sarcasm cause I'm laying it on pretty thick. Although, in all seriousness, your style and moveset is pretty cool. The striking, MMA stuff is pretty slick.
Look, I don't mean to pick on everything about you, but It's just there to do.
You and I both have a big ol' goose egg on that scoreboard, but that's about all we have in common. I'm for the people, you're against them. You preach darkness and depression, I preach hope. You dwell on your past matches when preparing for the future, I simply disregard the past, good or bad. Granted, mostly bad.
Let's compare our previous experience in this tournament, shall we? I realize the contradiction I'm making by talking about the past, and I accept that.
So far, you have competed in a ladder match, a sea of light match, a TLC match, and an electrified cage match. Granted, that last one is pretty brutal. But the rest are relatively tame compared to mine. Let's see, a chairs match. Tame. A zombification match, not tame whatsoever. An inferno match that was ruined by a has-been children's show star. Sounds tame, until I show you my burns. And finally, a Black Friday match. A match where I had to face a man with a literal rocket launcher. You walk around pretending to be a zombie, I WAS a zombie! You had one night where you had to go through an immense amount of pain, I've went through at least three. Some may argue the opening night was pretty brutal too, I'm just being modest, just being real.
With that out of the way, let's talk about the stipulation for this match. A buried alive match with nuclear dirt. So, the loser will either get cancer, or become Spider-Man or something. If it's the latter, I'm almost tempted to throw the match... almost. But I'll sacrifice being the next Superman in favor of grabbing a couple points.
I think we both somewhat overestimated the difficulty in this thing going in, but now that we're ramping up towards the end, we've seen the true horrors. It's just a race to see who figured that out sooner, and I've crossed the finish line first. I'm going to ensure that I don't end up in last place in this thing, and unfortunately, I gotta go through you to do it.
I will say, good luck to you in your final match, but I must win this one. I will win this one.
*Simmons reaches over the camera, pressing the stop button, ending the video*
