Post by black on Feb 15, 2007 20:01:27 GMT -6
During a POW taping a commercial shows on the screen. On a static shaking screen, "The following has been paid for by The Master of Mean...BLACK", is shown. The commercial then opens up to a black and white screening of a man in a gym training and doing wrestling drills. As he trains his voice is heard in the background of the commercial as he talks about himself and his upcomming match.
Pride, Fame, Fans, all that stuff they don't mean anything to me. Ever since I was a young man I trained my body for competition. For one reason and for one reason only, to be the best. To be a true champion. To be a superior athelete! That's exactly what I am. I don't claim to be something though, I prove it. I prove it with my ability rather it needs to be proven in a ring or outside of one. While many of you were outside building tree houses, playing dodgeball, double dutch or whatever it was you young punks use to play when you were just a stain in your underwear. I was studying martial arts. While many of you went out on a date, or to hang out with a group of friends on a Friday or Saturday night. I was running wrestling drills in my backyard and training for the future.
Come First Rights I have a 4 corners match. Four, the word consist of 4 letters. Four the number of four letter curse words. Also the number of letters in good as well as evil. Well Deangelo, Riot and Real for this match I'd like to direct you to 4 letters of a 4 letter word. L.O.S.E. Because that's exactly what I see happening to all four of you come First Rites. I don't know a whole deal about any of you guys and I can't see how it would matter if I did anyway. To me, yes you are wrestlers, superstars within the POW. You see however, there's POW Superstars and then there's Black. And the reason I seperate myself from the same sentence as "A POW Superstar" is because for me to say I am in the same league as you guys would make me nothing more than trash. Pure utter disgusting garbage. That's what you all are to me. That's what the POW is to me. You all were just lucky to land a great athlete such as myself.
Now I know you hear me many times considering myself a great wrestler. I have considered myself a superior athlete and many other things. Let me be the first to tell you though they aren't just claims. Because everything I say I am I bring it to the fore front. If I say it I prove it. Unlike many guys who go around calling themsevles hardcore or a number of other things. There come a time whe a man needs to stand up. Put on the boots and go out there and show forth himself as the new threat to the inhabitants of the company of which he stands. I know without the shadow of a doubt that you all are in for a rude awakening of which you never saw brewing. Because right now is just the calm before the storm. When the match comes, the bell is going to sound and Black is going to step inside that ring. Then the dark clouds are gonna suffocate the ring, The hard rain is gonna come a pouring. The thunder is gonna make you jump and shiver and the lightning is going to threaten your very existence. When that mighty storm ends, 3 men will have lost. One man ONE BLACK! Will stand victor over you all. For POW however it will only be the beginning for things to come.
The commercial ends and goes to a black screen with white letters that read "Black, The Master of Mean. Debuting February 22 at First Rights." Scene fades out.
Pride, Fame, Fans, all that stuff they don't mean anything to me. Ever since I was a young man I trained my body for competition. For one reason and for one reason only, to be the best. To be a true champion. To be a superior athelete! That's exactly what I am. I don't claim to be something though, I prove it. I prove it with my ability rather it needs to be proven in a ring or outside of one. While many of you were outside building tree houses, playing dodgeball, double dutch or whatever it was you young punks use to play when you were just a stain in your underwear. I was studying martial arts. While many of you went out on a date, or to hang out with a group of friends on a Friday or Saturday night. I was running wrestling drills in my backyard and training for the future.
Come First Rights I have a 4 corners match. Four, the word consist of 4 letters. Four the number of four letter curse words. Also the number of letters in good as well as evil. Well Deangelo, Riot and Real for this match I'd like to direct you to 4 letters of a 4 letter word. L.O.S.E. Because that's exactly what I see happening to all four of you come First Rites. I don't know a whole deal about any of you guys and I can't see how it would matter if I did anyway. To me, yes you are wrestlers, superstars within the POW. You see however, there's POW Superstars and then there's Black. And the reason I seperate myself from the same sentence as "A POW Superstar" is because for me to say I am in the same league as you guys would make me nothing more than trash. Pure utter disgusting garbage. That's what you all are to me. That's what the POW is to me. You all were just lucky to land a great athlete such as myself.
Now I know you hear me many times considering myself a great wrestler. I have considered myself a superior athlete and many other things. Let me be the first to tell you though they aren't just claims. Because everything I say I am I bring it to the fore front. If I say it I prove it. Unlike many guys who go around calling themsevles hardcore or a number of other things. There come a time whe a man needs to stand up. Put on the boots and go out there and show forth himself as the new threat to the inhabitants of the company of which he stands. I know without the shadow of a doubt that you all are in for a rude awakening of which you never saw brewing. Because right now is just the calm before the storm. When the match comes, the bell is going to sound and Black is going to step inside that ring. Then the dark clouds are gonna suffocate the ring, The hard rain is gonna come a pouring. The thunder is gonna make you jump and shiver and the lightning is going to threaten your very existence. When that mighty storm ends, 3 men will have lost. One man ONE BLACK! Will stand victor over you all. For POW however it will only be the beginning for things to come.
The commercial ends and goes to a black screen with white letters that read "Black, The Master of Mean. Debuting February 22 at First Rights." Scene fades out.