Post by black on May 19, 2007 20:19:02 GMT -6
*How about a little symbolism. Taping takes place starting at the feet of one Brian Lee walking through a dirt filled area. You notice that there seems to be a lot of trash on the ground and in the background of wherever he is. The cameras pan upwards and now you can clearly see that this taping is being done at a landfill. Brian Lee looks around the area and shakes his head in disgust and begins to talk.*
You know sometimes if you don't notice somthing that could be right in front of your eyes no one will tell you it's there. I mean it can be something as simple as a car accident about to happen because some bimbo valley girl or a watertight asshole business man is to busy being on their cell phone. Or it can be a giant world issure that the goverment fails to tell the public until the last minute and then it's too late. Well I don't know if you people who watch wrestling realise it but there is something wrong on television.
No let me rephrase that. There is a certain stinch on television. Infact that stinch is about to get even worse come May 24. That's right I am talking about Power On Wrestling. You see POW reminds me of the very place I am standing at right now. One gigantic landfill. It's wrestlers and fans aside from yours truly are all garbage. I smell it sitting at home watching it on tv. I smell it when reading about it in magazines. And I am forced to smell it when I am in the very presence of POW. Hell I even taste it.
*He spits in distastefullness.*
Now yours truly isn't booked to appear or perform at Supermania III and for many that's a damn good thing because that means someone in the ranks got lucky that they didn't have to face me. Oh but you can bet your bittersweet ass that I will be booked on a card again soon in POW. When that happens it's going to be time for all hell to break lose because I AINT PLAYING NO MORE GAMES! You see I have only had 4 matches in POW only one of which I won. That one win didn't satisfy me none at all. I admitt I came into the federation with my head in my ass and my brains in the clouds.
You see those guys all had at easy. George Duke, Kaleb Shadix, Rich Morrison, Kailus Holmes and even though I defeated him, Josh Eagles. They all had it easy and got off easy. Truth be told they all better hope we never cross paths again because they will just fall victim right in line on the list of many. In those matches it was all about one thing to me. Trying to prove myself. However with the recent self enliightment I have come to realize that no one in POW is worth me proving myself too. Infact no one in POW deserves enough respect of me trying to prove myself to them. Because no one in POW is even worthy enough to wipe my ass. That's right I said no body! Not the current title holders. Not even Tito Capaci. They can all go to hell.
That's exactly what's going to be coming to them. You see because let me be honest I don't know what hell is like 100%. I have never been to hell on a actuall basis. However I do believe with the crap I have been through since the time I was born until now, I believe I have atleast some degree of knowledge of what hell must be like and that therefore gives me enough go ahead to bring some hell to POW just like I said I would. So how does the stinch of POW get taken care of? It can't be taken care of. Because POW has garnered so much filth that it is now stained and the stinch is permanent.
Me however I have my own solution. See I am just going to keep the area around myself clean but I am going to have to get a little dirty in order to do so. See I am not going to be using any Pinesol. No Mr. Clean. Not even any of that damn Febreze or Oxy Clean crap. I have all the cleaning materials I need right here. My fist, stompers and a little wrestling ability.
In my personal opinion a lot of you need a good couple shots to the jaw and some boots to the skull. You know what though, for good measure I think I'll bring along a few cleaning utensils that have helped me in the past though. I'm talking chairs, bats, chains, barbedwire, the list goes on and on. Oh yeah and this little baby right here.
*Brian Lee reaches down and picks something up. Upon further viewing you see it's shaped like a stop sign. However oddly the sign is black and instead of it saying "Stop" it says "Wreck".*
Oh yeah isn't she a beauty. Let me give you all a little bit of advice when you see this here sign. Don't bother stopping, you just keep on coming you got that? You just keep coming. Because at the end of the road it's going to be Brian Lee and I'm going to have a little wham bam thank you mamm for your skulls waitin for ya.
I'm Brian F'n Lee, and that means you can all !@#$ OFF!.
*End of scene*
You know sometimes if you don't notice somthing that could be right in front of your eyes no one will tell you it's there. I mean it can be something as simple as a car accident about to happen because some bimbo valley girl or a watertight asshole business man is to busy being on their cell phone. Or it can be a giant world issure that the goverment fails to tell the public until the last minute and then it's too late. Well I don't know if you people who watch wrestling realise it but there is something wrong on television.
No let me rephrase that. There is a certain stinch on television. Infact that stinch is about to get even worse come May 24. That's right I am talking about Power On Wrestling. You see POW reminds me of the very place I am standing at right now. One gigantic landfill. It's wrestlers and fans aside from yours truly are all garbage. I smell it sitting at home watching it on tv. I smell it when reading about it in magazines. And I am forced to smell it when I am in the very presence of POW. Hell I even taste it.
*He spits in distastefullness.*
Now yours truly isn't booked to appear or perform at Supermania III and for many that's a damn good thing because that means someone in the ranks got lucky that they didn't have to face me. Oh but you can bet your bittersweet ass that I will be booked on a card again soon in POW. When that happens it's going to be time for all hell to break lose because I AINT PLAYING NO MORE GAMES! You see I have only had 4 matches in POW only one of which I won. That one win didn't satisfy me none at all. I admitt I came into the federation with my head in my ass and my brains in the clouds.
You see those guys all had at easy. George Duke, Kaleb Shadix, Rich Morrison, Kailus Holmes and even though I defeated him, Josh Eagles. They all had it easy and got off easy. Truth be told they all better hope we never cross paths again because they will just fall victim right in line on the list of many. In those matches it was all about one thing to me. Trying to prove myself. However with the recent self enliightment I have come to realize that no one in POW is worth me proving myself too. Infact no one in POW deserves enough respect of me trying to prove myself to them. Because no one in POW is even worthy enough to wipe my ass. That's right I said no body! Not the current title holders. Not even Tito Capaci. They can all go to hell.
That's exactly what's going to be coming to them. You see because let me be honest I don't know what hell is like 100%. I have never been to hell on a actuall basis. However I do believe with the crap I have been through since the time I was born until now, I believe I have atleast some degree of knowledge of what hell must be like and that therefore gives me enough go ahead to bring some hell to POW just like I said I would. So how does the stinch of POW get taken care of? It can't be taken care of. Because POW has garnered so much filth that it is now stained and the stinch is permanent.
Me however I have my own solution. See I am just going to keep the area around myself clean but I am going to have to get a little dirty in order to do so. See I am not going to be using any Pinesol. No Mr. Clean. Not even any of that damn Febreze or Oxy Clean crap. I have all the cleaning materials I need right here. My fist, stompers and a little wrestling ability.
In my personal opinion a lot of you need a good couple shots to the jaw and some boots to the skull. You know what though, for good measure I think I'll bring along a few cleaning utensils that have helped me in the past though. I'm talking chairs, bats, chains, barbedwire, the list goes on and on. Oh yeah and this little baby right here.
*Brian Lee reaches down and picks something up. Upon further viewing you see it's shaped like a stop sign. However oddly the sign is black and instead of it saying "Stop" it says "Wreck".*
Oh yeah isn't she a beauty. Let me give you all a little bit of advice when you see this here sign. Don't bother stopping, you just keep on coming you got that? You just keep coming. Because at the end of the road it's going to be Brian Lee and I'm going to have a little wham bam thank you mamm for your skulls waitin for ya.
I'm Brian F'n Lee, and that means you can all !@#$ OFF!.
*End of scene*