Post by doubleb on Mar 11, 2007 23:26:09 GMT -6
[glow=white,1,800]{It is latenight around 11:30 p.m. Scene opens up on a closed baseball field. Every few seconds you see a baseball flying through the air. The cameras zoom down on to the field. Finally you see a Brian Bane. A machine is shooting/firing baseball in the direction of this man as he wacks them away into the heavens and they fall down to the earth. With cameras up closer on him he begins to speak, not taking his eyes off the balls flying as they continue to shoot at him.}[/glow]
[glow=blue,1,800][Brian Bane]- I been in POW for what I think is a good enough time now. As I sit back and watch the competition and the superstars running their mouths I have come to realize one thing. The wrestlers in POW have no balls. See every so often you get these chicken bitches like Sykova. They come into the business thinking they have what it takes to step into that squared circle. Then as soon as they are signed to a match they freeze up. Their body goes all limp and their balls shrivel up into tiny raisins. They choke up they have nothing to say because the fear has consumed their words. They don't want to step into the ring they want to curl up into a little ball and hide in their comfy little rat hole. Then when they have to get into the ring they forget everything that has been taught to them and that's why so many come into this business and only last for a short period time. See because they know they don't belong in a wrestling but more in a fast food join, flipping burgers, going home alone, and jerking off in front of the computer screen to cheap porn. That's all your life is going to amount to Sykova. That's all everyone in POW amounts to. Everyone in POW are turds in societies toilet.
However, Brian Bane, I have been there I have seen the darkness and I have seen the light and am blind to both of them. What that means is I live 24/7 365 in the dark and never has it effected my courage but it has made me a little crazy, a little psychotic and a little suicidal. The light, well I could care less about the light. You don't see me running, hiding or choking up on my words. You won't find me ever doing it here in this company. See I have been kicked, punch, slammed, had my head busted open and a number of other things. I have had it all done so many times that it has practically become the way I live maybe the only way I can live because it is the norm for me. Just like an institutionalize prisoner grows a connection to the walls, bars and forces that bind him. I have grown tolerance for the bullshit life seems to throw my way each and every day.
So you punks in the POW rather you run at me or you run from me better get this through your numb skulls. Brian Bane will not be anyones bitch. Brian Bane will make you his bitch. And in the ring is where I will slap you all around and put you all to work. Backstage, street fight, it doesn't matter! If you run you better keep on running and pray to the most high that I don't catch you. They say fear is not of the lord. When you look in to these eyes Lord Jesus you see no fear. BECAUSE THEY CAN'T SCARE ME! None of them! I am the poison I AM THE EVIL SPIRIT! Within POW that's going to haunt you all. And Sykova you will be cast into the lake of fire that is the wrestling ring against me and there's nothing you can do about it but count your days. Watch the clock, sweat dripping from your face. Jumping at every little tiny sound. As the seconds tick. Tick...tock...tick...tock RING RING! Your time is up pal time to face total damnation. Then you will walk down the aisle. Feel the nervouness and fear so great that you think you are going to lose control of your functions all over yourself. Then I will take control then for me the fun begins. The only question that remains afterwards is who will fall next in line.[/glow]
[glow=white,1,800]{Brian Bane walks up to a baseball sitting on a stand sticking in the ground. He drops the bat he is using and picks up another one. This bat is covered in barbedwire. Upon further observation of the baseball you can see it has the POW logo on it. Brian Bane swings the bat at the ball and knocks it away. He then stares into the camera with a distant yet violent look. The cameras fade to black.}[/glow]
[glow=blue,1,800][Brian Bane]- I been in POW for what I think is a good enough time now. As I sit back and watch the competition and the superstars running their mouths I have come to realize one thing. The wrestlers in POW have no balls. See every so often you get these chicken bitches like Sykova. They come into the business thinking they have what it takes to step into that squared circle. Then as soon as they are signed to a match they freeze up. Their body goes all limp and their balls shrivel up into tiny raisins. They choke up they have nothing to say because the fear has consumed their words. They don't want to step into the ring they want to curl up into a little ball and hide in their comfy little rat hole. Then when they have to get into the ring they forget everything that has been taught to them and that's why so many come into this business and only last for a short period time. See because they know they don't belong in a wrestling but more in a fast food join, flipping burgers, going home alone, and jerking off in front of the computer screen to cheap porn. That's all your life is going to amount to Sykova. That's all everyone in POW amounts to. Everyone in POW are turds in societies toilet.
However, Brian Bane, I have been there I have seen the darkness and I have seen the light and am blind to both of them. What that means is I live 24/7 365 in the dark and never has it effected my courage but it has made me a little crazy, a little psychotic and a little suicidal. The light, well I could care less about the light. You don't see me running, hiding or choking up on my words. You won't find me ever doing it here in this company. See I have been kicked, punch, slammed, had my head busted open and a number of other things. I have had it all done so many times that it has practically become the way I live maybe the only way I can live because it is the norm for me. Just like an institutionalize prisoner grows a connection to the walls, bars and forces that bind him. I have grown tolerance for the bullshit life seems to throw my way each and every day.
So you punks in the POW rather you run at me or you run from me better get this through your numb skulls. Brian Bane will not be anyones bitch. Brian Bane will make you his bitch. And in the ring is where I will slap you all around and put you all to work. Backstage, street fight, it doesn't matter! If you run you better keep on running and pray to the most high that I don't catch you. They say fear is not of the lord. When you look in to these eyes Lord Jesus you see no fear. BECAUSE THEY CAN'T SCARE ME! None of them! I am the poison I AM THE EVIL SPIRIT! Within POW that's going to haunt you all. And Sykova you will be cast into the lake of fire that is the wrestling ring against me and there's nothing you can do about it but count your days. Watch the clock, sweat dripping from your face. Jumping at every little tiny sound. As the seconds tick. Tick...tock...tick...tock RING RING! Your time is up pal time to face total damnation. Then you will walk down the aisle. Feel the nervouness and fear so great that you think you are going to lose control of your functions all over yourself. Then I will take control then for me the fun begins. The only question that remains afterwards is who will fall next in line.[/glow]
[glow=white,1,800]{Brian Bane walks up to a baseball sitting on a stand sticking in the ground. He drops the bat he is using and picks up another one. This bat is covered in barbedwire. Upon further observation of the baseball you can see it has the POW logo on it. Brian Bane swings the bat at the ball and knocks it away. He then stares into the camera with a distant yet violent look. The cameras fade to black.}[/glow]