Post by chestercoban on Jan 30, 2007 16:38:45 GMT -6
::Chester Coban is seen standing in POW's large lounge near the entrance of the arena, smirking at the television that had just showed Rich Morrison's latest promo for his match against Coban. Coban turns and notices camera crews are fixated on him, and he decides to take this time to address the fans::
Coban: Well Rich, aren't we the one for stating the obvious? Like I said earlier today, you were certainly the one that brought me up and helped my career begin it's incredulous journey to what it is today.... and I gave you credit where it was due. Yet, you seem to enjoy just shooting your mouth on and on about how I fail to realize this. Doesn't make you look to good, now does it? Speaking of not looking to good, your mom called me... she let me know about the 'small problem' you have with the hepatitis. Ouch man, best of luck with that.
(Coban smirks as there is hustle and bustle shown behind him.)
Coban: You make a lot of talk about writing bibles and so forth.... it's nice to know you believe in a God that's going to be well needed after our match Rich. Better repent your sins, because you're certainly going to be crying to the Lord when our match comes to a close... at the hands of the one who is speaking toward you now. You seriously need something, Morrison... all you do is whine and take all for yourself, well enough is enough.
(Coban walks to another, more secluded part of the lounge so no one can really interfere with this interview.)
Coban: I am sick and tired of you running your mouth about how the legacy you are going to leave behind starts with you winning the POW World Title, as well as the UWL World Title... hate to break the facts to you, yet you call me slow? Little did you know, I am soon to be a number one contender for the UWL Championship myself... so what makes you any more the special? Other than your mouth, I have yet to see how you, Rich Morrison, have left an impression greater than my own... it seems that there is little room left over after our egos are implied. You see, I have made myself a household name, along with you... side by side, there was no force greater than the New Money Army. The only reason you had Rob and I along your grace was to cement your own legacy but that is far from the truth... you saw both of us as a threat, and the only way to get rid of the competition at that point was to draw them to your own side.
(Coban draws in a deep breath and looks toward the bar, where he looks to visit shortly. His vision returns to the camera.)
Coban: I wonder what amount of words will come from you next, about what I am saying right now... something probably similar to this. "I am Rich Morrison! the best thing since porn on computers! There is nothing like me! If it were me versus me in a battle, I would clearly win! God rules, but I'm better!" Trust me Rich, we've heard all the shit that you spew before... you're better off saving the wind for our match. It'll be tough to come by while the onslaught is pursuing. I was serious when I said it would be relentless....
(Coban again glances at the bar, seemingly wanting an explicit to minors beverage in a short while. He continues as his gaze is still there.)
Coban: Surely it would be rather intriguing to hear something else rather than you attempt to belittle me, just so you can make yourself seem larger than life. Go on all you wish about how faster, smarter, quicker-witted, better at giving head, whatever... all you wish. Whatever you and your grandmother tell you so you get your way in Richland; I couldn't give two shits. And if I did, they would be worth more than your opinion on slavery; because we all know Rich Morrison wrote the book on every damn issue that's still left standing as we speak. It feels to me that your equal to a termite.... you destroy from the inside, and you more than likely would be left standing if there ever happened to be a nuclear war.
(Coban smirks as a group of fine females gracefully walk past him. Coban's gaze doesn't leave the camera, though, and he goes on.)
Coban: Morrison, meet your maker... in short time, we are going to tear this place down... and it shall be you that lies within the remains. I will be the one to put you in your place, along with everyone else... I will be the man that finally shuts Rich Morrison the hell up... I will be the single-handedly bad ass Superstar to go on and be crowned POW World Champion... I will continue to grow on as "The Legacy" and there isn't a f**king thing you can do about it Morrison.
::Coban turns and heads to the bar, where he sits on a stool and orders a shot of bourbon. The camera cuts to the large television screen, where it is playing a highlight video of what is to come for the upcoming show::
Coban: Well Rich, aren't we the one for stating the obvious? Like I said earlier today, you were certainly the one that brought me up and helped my career begin it's incredulous journey to what it is today.... and I gave you credit where it was due. Yet, you seem to enjoy just shooting your mouth on and on about how I fail to realize this. Doesn't make you look to good, now does it? Speaking of not looking to good, your mom called me... she let me know about the 'small problem' you have with the hepatitis. Ouch man, best of luck with that.
(Coban smirks as there is hustle and bustle shown behind him.)
Coban: You make a lot of talk about writing bibles and so forth.... it's nice to know you believe in a God that's going to be well needed after our match Rich. Better repent your sins, because you're certainly going to be crying to the Lord when our match comes to a close... at the hands of the one who is speaking toward you now. You seriously need something, Morrison... all you do is whine and take all for yourself, well enough is enough.
(Coban walks to another, more secluded part of the lounge so no one can really interfere with this interview.)
Coban: I am sick and tired of you running your mouth about how the legacy you are going to leave behind starts with you winning the POW World Title, as well as the UWL World Title... hate to break the facts to you, yet you call me slow? Little did you know, I am soon to be a number one contender for the UWL Championship myself... so what makes you any more the special? Other than your mouth, I have yet to see how you, Rich Morrison, have left an impression greater than my own... it seems that there is little room left over after our egos are implied. You see, I have made myself a household name, along with you... side by side, there was no force greater than the New Money Army. The only reason you had Rob and I along your grace was to cement your own legacy but that is far from the truth... you saw both of us as a threat, and the only way to get rid of the competition at that point was to draw them to your own side.
(Coban draws in a deep breath and looks toward the bar, where he looks to visit shortly. His vision returns to the camera.)
Coban: I wonder what amount of words will come from you next, about what I am saying right now... something probably similar to this. "I am Rich Morrison! the best thing since porn on computers! There is nothing like me! If it were me versus me in a battle, I would clearly win! God rules, but I'm better!" Trust me Rich, we've heard all the shit that you spew before... you're better off saving the wind for our match. It'll be tough to come by while the onslaught is pursuing. I was serious when I said it would be relentless....
(Coban again glances at the bar, seemingly wanting an explicit to minors beverage in a short while. He continues as his gaze is still there.)
Coban: Surely it would be rather intriguing to hear something else rather than you attempt to belittle me, just so you can make yourself seem larger than life. Go on all you wish about how faster, smarter, quicker-witted, better at giving head, whatever... all you wish. Whatever you and your grandmother tell you so you get your way in Richland; I couldn't give two shits. And if I did, they would be worth more than your opinion on slavery; because we all know Rich Morrison wrote the book on every damn issue that's still left standing as we speak. It feels to me that your equal to a termite.... you destroy from the inside, and you more than likely would be left standing if there ever happened to be a nuclear war.
(Coban smirks as a group of fine females gracefully walk past him. Coban's gaze doesn't leave the camera, though, and he goes on.)
Coban: Morrison, meet your maker... in short time, we are going to tear this place down... and it shall be you that lies within the remains. I will be the one to put you in your place, along with everyone else... I will be the man that finally shuts Rich Morrison the hell up... I will be the single-handedly bad ass Superstar to go on and be crowned POW World Champion... I will continue to grow on as "The Legacy" and there isn't a f**king thing you can do about it Morrison.
::Coban turns and heads to the bar, where he sits on a stool and orders a shot of bourbon. The camera cuts to the large television screen, where it is playing a highlight video of what is to come for the upcoming show::