Post by justaguy on Jan 6, 2010 0:55:35 GMT -4
Draven sits with his feet up on the large oak desk. A Marlboro danlges loosely from his lips. His designer shades rest atop his head. He sips from a flask of his Jack Daniels. He smiles and waives the camera closer.
Greetings you crazy bastards. Today, I am wanting to take it easy and just kick back and chit chat with you. Seems, the powers that be booked me against Assasin. Interesting character this Assasin. I mean, he wears a mask...sometimes.
I mean, wearing the mask makes you so creepy and cool...unless you don't wear it. Maybe I've been dropped on my head too many fuckin times but uh, isn't the whole point of wearing a mask to hide your idenity? Or are you just some damned EMO punk who wants to hide his pain from the world?
I mean, amigo, I have tried to research you. I have tried to watch your interviews and matches. I must confess, I simply cannot do it. Good God man do you ever suck more than a White House intern. Just seeing you on the screen I have to fight the urge to rip my eyes out, ram a hot poker in my ears, have sex with Rosie O'Donnell, and wear Sally Jesse Raphael's panties on my head...while she is in them...at the same time!
Draven gets to his feet and walks to the window and stares outside. He shakes his head and smirks.
Ya know, I have been all over the place. I was once in EWC and HCW. Extreme and Hardcore they claim. Yet they just couldn't keep up with ol' Draven. Now here I am in APW. That first match against Sugar pants Joe was just an abomination and fluke. The last bastard I fought, War Bucks, hasn't shown his phalic shaped head since. So, I need to get back above .500 nowadays. Sadly for you Assasin, you are next on the list.
Basically amigo, you are too busy playing with your mask to realize the fight you have on your hands. As you mumbled in your little Oprah moment, the bosses ain't around and the inmates are runnin the asylum. Which means, I have free reign to do what I want, when I fucking want to.
The name is Alex Draven, and Assasin, you can Fuck Off and Die.
Greetings you crazy bastards. Today, I am wanting to take it easy and just kick back and chit chat with you. Seems, the powers that be booked me against Assasin. Interesting character this Assasin. I mean, he wears a mask...sometimes.
I mean, wearing the mask makes you so creepy and cool...unless you don't wear it. Maybe I've been dropped on my head too many fuckin times but uh, isn't the whole point of wearing a mask to hide your idenity? Or are you just some damned EMO punk who wants to hide his pain from the world?
I mean, amigo, I have tried to research you. I have tried to watch your interviews and matches. I must confess, I simply cannot do it. Good God man do you ever suck more than a White House intern. Just seeing you on the screen I have to fight the urge to rip my eyes out, ram a hot poker in my ears, have sex with Rosie O'Donnell, and wear Sally Jesse Raphael's panties on my head...while she is in them...at the same time!
Draven gets to his feet and walks to the window and stares outside. He shakes his head and smirks.
Ya know, I have been all over the place. I was once in EWC and HCW. Extreme and Hardcore they claim. Yet they just couldn't keep up with ol' Draven. Now here I am in APW. That first match against Sugar pants Joe was just an abomination and fluke. The last bastard I fought, War Bucks, hasn't shown his phalic shaped head since. So, I need to get back above .500 nowadays. Sadly for you Assasin, you are next on the list.
Basically amigo, you are too busy playing with your mask to realize the fight you have on your hands. As you mumbled in your little Oprah moment, the bosses ain't around and the inmates are runnin the asylum. Which means, I have free reign to do what I want, when I fucking want to.
The name is Alex Draven, and Assasin, you can Fuck Off and Die.
