Post by danquinn on Dec 27, 2011 16:30:00 GMT -4
Dan is standing in what looks like a dark basement, with gym equipment spread out around it. There are paintings depicting Hell, suffering and famous battles of history. There is also the St. George cross which covers the wall behind him. The camera zooms in on him
Dan Quinn: Life has never been kind to me. It’s never given me a hug when I’ve felt down, it’s never told me everything’s going to be ok, and it’s never given me a break, and for that, I am thankful. If there is one thing that life has taught me, it’s that nothing is ever going to go your way unless you make it happen for yourself. I raised myself, I taught myself, I achieved everything myself, and I exceeded everyone who ever challenged me.
This is why I’m here, I need a challenge, and I want to be tested. I haven’t known anyone tough enough to challenge me since I was a kid, and those boys who are now men would be hospitalised if they were to step into the ring with me! All I want to do is fight, I fight to win, yes, but I fight mainly because I enjoy it. I enjoy seeing the bloody, broken face of my opponent as I rearrange his facial features; I savour every tear and use it to fuel my next beating. There is nothing that makes me smile more than the toothless grin of an opponent, knowing I did that to him, knowing that I made him suffer that incredible agony. In a way, it really gets me off.
Dan walks over to a machine and leans against it, resting his head against his hand and stays there for a few seconds. He stands up again and addresses the camera once more
You may think I’m sick, but that’s how I’ve raised myself to be. Sickness wins matches, striking fear and disgust into your opponent wins matches. I won’t stop until my opponents are choking on their own blood, sweat and tears. I won’t stop until I hear the crunching of bone under my fists, and even then I might just carry on. I am a machine made to tear tendons, snap ligaments, break bones, and end careers.
Dan begins clicking his fingers and neck, whilst clenching his fists
No man in this industry is safe from The British Brawler, no one can compete with my level of sheer brutality, referees cannot control me, security cannot contain me, and there is no way in hell these “Megastars” of Asylum can beat me. You’ve had your fun, now I’m going to turn this place into what it should be, an Asylum. I’ll drive every last one of your insane, you’ll want to put a blade to your throats once I’ve wrapped my hands around them. By the time I am finished with this roster, there’ll be no one left that’s man enough to fight me.
They hired me to bring in the ratings, to win championships and to boost merchandise sales…I couldn’t care less about that shit. I came here to hurt people; I came here to cause pain. What my employers do with my name is up to them, all it means to me is more money and more chances to fight. And anyone who thinks about standing in my way, I will not discriminate race, size, religion, age or sex…you will be treated the same as everybody else, and you can’t be fairer than that!
Dan sits down on the bench
You yanks are soft, too PG13, you wont be ready for the suffering I’m going to cause, but don’t worry I’m going to desensitise every last competitor until I find someone worthy enough to challenge me. I’ll make you mould your pathetic, sloppy overweight bodies into solid stone, I’ll make your happy minds cold and bitter, you will resent me, you will hate me, but after I have pulled my knuckles out of your blood soaked mouths, you will use your remaining breath…to thank me.
Dan lies on the bench and begins doing reps with the barbell as the scene fades out
Dan Quinn: Life has never been kind to me. It’s never given me a hug when I’ve felt down, it’s never told me everything’s going to be ok, and it’s never given me a break, and for that, I am thankful. If there is one thing that life has taught me, it’s that nothing is ever going to go your way unless you make it happen for yourself. I raised myself, I taught myself, I achieved everything myself, and I exceeded everyone who ever challenged me.
This is why I’m here, I need a challenge, and I want to be tested. I haven’t known anyone tough enough to challenge me since I was a kid, and those boys who are now men would be hospitalised if they were to step into the ring with me! All I want to do is fight, I fight to win, yes, but I fight mainly because I enjoy it. I enjoy seeing the bloody, broken face of my opponent as I rearrange his facial features; I savour every tear and use it to fuel my next beating. There is nothing that makes me smile more than the toothless grin of an opponent, knowing I did that to him, knowing that I made him suffer that incredible agony. In a way, it really gets me off.
Dan walks over to a machine and leans against it, resting his head against his hand and stays there for a few seconds. He stands up again and addresses the camera once more
You may think I’m sick, but that’s how I’ve raised myself to be. Sickness wins matches, striking fear and disgust into your opponent wins matches. I won’t stop until my opponents are choking on their own blood, sweat and tears. I won’t stop until I hear the crunching of bone under my fists, and even then I might just carry on. I am a machine made to tear tendons, snap ligaments, break bones, and end careers.
Dan begins clicking his fingers and neck, whilst clenching his fists
No man in this industry is safe from The British Brawler, no one can compete with my level of sheer brutality, referees cannot control me, security cannot contain me, and there is no way in hell these “Megastars” of Asylum can beat me. You’ve had your fun, now I’m going to turn this place into what it should be, an Asylum. I’ll drive every last one of your insane, you’ll want to put a blade to your throats once I’ve wrapped my hands around them. By the time I am finished with this roster, there’ll be no one left that’s man enough to fight me.
They hired me to bring in the ratings, to win championships and to boost merchandise sales…I couldn’t care less about that shit. I came here to hurt people; I came here to cause pain. What my employers do with my name is up to them, all it means to me is more money and more chances to fight. And anyone who thinks about standing in my way, I will not discriminate race, size, religion, age or sex…you will be treated the same as everybody else, and you can’t be fairer than that!
Dan sits down on the bench
You yanks are soft, too PG13, you wont be ready for the suffering I’m going to cause, but don’t worry I’m going to desensitise every last competitor until I find someone worthy enough to challenge me. I’ll make you mould your pathetic, sloppy overweight bodies into solid stone, I’ll make your happy minds cold and bitter, you will resent me, you will hate me, but after I have pulled my knuckles out of your blood soaked mouths, you will use your remaining breath…to thank me.
Dan lies on the bench and begins doing reps with the barbell as the scene fades out
