Post by "The Madman" Ebon on Feb 10, 2011 16:49:49 GMT -4
(The scene opens with Ebon walking down the streets of Long Island, NY with Charlie a few yards behind him kicking a can down the sidewalk. Ebon is wearing a black pea coat jacket, a black shirt underneath it, with blue jeans and a black boots. He enters a cigar shop and heads straight for a back room, patting the store attendant on the shoulder as he passes him, he begins to browse the humidors)
Ebon: I must admit, looking over the Asylum card I realized that there are some truly ridiculous nicknames in this promotion. “The Chosen Future” stood out, what the fuck does that even mean? Are you a love child of Frankie Kazarian and Jeff Jarrett or something? Then there’s the “Iceman” Is that a Top Gun reference? Chuck Liddell maybe? How about X-Men? What the fuck is wrong with you? Then there’s Branden “The Supersonic Hedgehog” Harvey, all your missing is the blue hair and a sidekick with a bunch of tails, I’m sure one of your inbred cousins is bound to have a tail. Do you think this is a game, is wrestling something you guys do for fun on the weekends? You think you come up with a cool name, a cool nickname, and a funny catch phrase and you think you’re going to make the big bucks? It doesn’t work that way you idiots. Now I am not exempt from the nicknames, or the catch phrases. However my nickname is earned, you look at my matches and you figure out for yourselves why people call me a Madman, you ask my past opponents, no, my past victims and they’ll tell you why when I say that I will KNOCK YOU THE FUCK OUT! It’s not to sell t-shirts or buttons; it is me making you a promise.
(Ebon gets tired of looking through the cigars and goes back to the front of the store)
Ebon: Oye Manuel, donde conio estan los cigaros cubanos?
(Manuel scurries to the back with Ebon in tow and pulls a box of cigars hidden in a false bottom in one of the humidors)
Manuel: Toma senior, los cubanos
(Ebon takes out a cigar and lights it, he sits down and takes a drag)
Ebon: You think Nathan that you have some idea, some concept, a grasp on what’s going through my head? You think your reading my mind? And you think you’re in my head? I don’t know where you wrestled before and frankly I don’t give a shit but I can see that while you were there you got dropped on that misshapen head of yours. Then you think you can insult me by accusing me of being here to ride Chris Cyrus’ gravy train? I’ve got my own train you idiot. I am one of the biggest stars in the business, drop a name Bishop and I’ve knocked them out or I will knock them out. Tell you what though Nate, I’m not going to give you the satisfaction of being one of the few, you’re not going to be in the Ebon Knocked Me Out Club because I’m not going to hit you with the KTFO! No you dumb shit I’m just going to take you out, Iceman’s getting KNOCKED OUT, and then I’m going to lock you into The Straight Jacket, and watch you tap for dear life, hear you scream and beg the referee to pull me off you before I snap that pencil neck of yours!
(Ebon’s cigar has gone out while he was talking, he relights it and motions for Charlie to get him a beer)
Ebon: Jason Royce, don’t think you’ve gotten off easy, not for a minute. For every kick I lay into Nate Bishop there’s an elbow coming for you, I’m going to put that Iceman moniker to the test. I’m going to break you, I’m going to make you sweat, maybe up until now you’ve been the Iceman, but you will be afraid, you will be FUCKING TERRIFIED. After Asylum you will be experiencing a new recurring nightmare, every time you close your eyes in your hospice bed you’re going to remember the move that knocked you out, and put you out, permanently.
(Charlie hands Ebon a beer and Ebon ashes the cigar and takes another long drag)
Ebon: Now onto the squeaky wheel, attention starved Branden Harvey. Before the last show I had no earthly idea who you were. I couldn’t pick you out of a fucking line up if my life depended on it. Now, now however I know exactly who you are, and even your dumbass has to know that lightning doesn’t strike twice. You know I suspect that somewhere along the way you sustained some brain injury or maybe you were just born with it, but you poked a sleeping grizzly once and your actually coming back to poke at me again. That kind of stupidity only comes from years of inbreeding or some severe head trauma.
(Ebon downs the beer Charlie gave him and tosses it into a corner in the room and takes another few drags of his cigar)
Ebon: Last week Branden you talked about what I equate to being talented, you talked about my win-loss record and my performance in the Survive and Conquer match, but that’s not how you gauge someone’s talent. The Buffalo Bills made it to four straight super bowls! You can’t say that’s not a talented team but they never won the big one. I’ve won it, I have more championships at home then I know what to do with, but you Branden, you are more like Trent Dilfer, yah you’ve got your championship but you were carried there, or you fell ass backwards into it, I don’t really know. Like I said I could honestly give a shit about who you are or what you’ve done. But I hope for your sake it’s been a good story so far, but I hope you weren’t expecting it to end on a good note. Because your story ends with you KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!
(Ebon smashes the cigar in the ash tray and gets up and pushes the cameraman out of his way and knocks him to the ground.)
Ebon: I must admit, looking over the Asylum card I realized that there are some truly ridiculous nicknames in this promotion. “The Chosen Future” stood out, what the fuck does that even mean? Are you a love child of Frankie Kazarian and Jeff Jarrett or something? Then there’s the “Iceman” Is that a Top Gun reference? Chuck Liddell maybe? How about X-Men? What the fuck is wrong with you? Then there’s Branden “The Supersonic Hedgehog” Harvey, all your missing is the blue hair and a sidekick with a bunch of tails, I’m sure one of your inbred cousins is bound to have a tail. Do you think this is a game, is wrestling something you guys do for fun on the weekends? You think you come up with a cool name, a cool nickname, and a funny catch phrase and you think you’re going to make the big bucks? It doesn’t work that way you idiots. Now I am not exempt from the nicknames, or the catch phrases. However my nickname is earned, you look at my matches and you figure out for yourselves why people call me a Madman, you ask my past opponents, no, my past victims and they’ll tell you why when I say that I will KNOCK YOU THE FUCK OUT! It’s not to sell t-shirts or buttons; it is me making you a promise.
(Ebon gets tired of looking through the cigars and goes back to the front of the store)
Ebon: Oye Manuel, donde conio estan los cigaros cubanos?
(Manuel scurries to the back with Ebon in tow and pulls a box of cigars hidden in a false bottom in one of the humidors)
Manuel: Toma senior, los cubanos
(Ebon takes out a cigar and lights it, he sits down and takes a drag)
Ebon: You think Nathan that you have some idea, some concept, a grasp on what’s going through my head? You think your reading my mind? And you think you’re in my head? I don’t know where you wrestled before and frankly I don’t give a shit but I can see that while you were there you got dropped on that misshapen head of yours. Then you think you can insult me by accusing me of being here to ride Chris Cyrus’ gravy train? I’ve got my own train you idiot. I am one of the biggest stars in the business, drop a name Bishop and I’ve knocked them out or I will knock them out. Tell you what though Nate, I’m not going to give you the satisfaction of being one of the few, you’re not going to be in the Ebon Knocked Me Out Club because I’m not going to hit you with the KTFO! No you dumb shit I’m just going to take you out, Iceman’s getting KNOCKED OUT, and then I’m going to lock you into The Straight Jacket, and watch you tap for dear life, hear you scream and beg the referee to pull me off you before I snap that pencil neck of yours!
(Ebon’s cigar has gone out while he was talking, he relights it and motions for Charlie to get him a beer)
Ebon: Jason Royce, don’t think you’ve gotten off easy, not for a minute. For every kick I lay into Nate Bishop there’s an elbow coming for you, I’m going to put that Iceman moniker to the test. I’m going to break you, I’m going to make you sweat, maybe up until now you’ve been the Iceman, but you will be afraid, you will be FUCKING TERRIFIED. After Asylum you will be experiencing a new recurring nightmare, every time you close your eyes in your hospice bed you’re going to remember the move that knocked you out, and put you out, permanently.
(Charlie hands Ebon a beer and Ebon ashes the cigar and takes another long drag)
Ebon: Now onto the squeaky wheel, attention starved Branden Harvey. Before the last show I had no earthly idea who you were. I couldn’t pick you out of a fucking line up if my life depended on it. Now, now however I know exactly who you are, and even your dumbass has to know that lightning doesn’t strike twice. You know I suspect that somewhere along the way you sustained some brain injury or maybe you were just born with it, but you poked a sleeping grizzly once and your actually coming back to poke at me again. That kind of stupidity only comes from years of inbreeding or some severe head trauma.
(Ebon downs the beer Charlie gave him and tosses it into a corner in the room and takes another few drags of his cigar)
Ebon: Last week Branden you talked about what I equate to being talented, you talked about my win-loss record and my performance in the Survive and Conquer match, but that’s not how you gauge someone’s talent. The Buffalo Bills made it to four straight super bowls! You can’t say that’s not a talented team but they never won the big one. I’ve won it, I have more championships at home then I know what to do with, but you Branden, you are more like Trent Dilfer, yah you’ve got your championship but you were carried there, or you fell ass backwards into it, I don’t really know. Like I said I could honestly give a shit about who you are or what you’ve done. But I hope for your sake it’s been a good story so far, but I hope you weren’t expecting it to end on a good note. Because your story ends with you KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!
(Ebon smashes the cigar in the ash tray and gets up and pushes the cameraman out of his way and knocks him to the ground.)
