Post by danquinn on Dec 29, 2011 7:46:20 GMT -4
EDIT/HANDLER NOTE: No offense taken dude, nothing against Kid Dynamo either. This is why we're here! *End Note*
Kashmir hits the titantron as Dan Quinn appears on the stage and makes his way down the entrance ramp, flipping off the crowd as he walks, savouring the boos and jeers. He walks straight to the announcer’s table and takes the microphone off of the ring announcer, and rolls into the ring. He signals for the music to be cut out and the boos are replaced with chants of “Dairy Queen” by the crowd. There is a pause as he smiles sickly, enjoying the chants against him.
Dan Quinn: I sense a lot of anger in the audience tonight…
The crowd chants even louder
I like that. You see there isn’t nearly enough pure, unadulterated rage in people anymore, all I see is whining, bitching, and way too much “Hey Daddy look what I can do!” in this company. Everyone trying to get themselves noticed, jumping around like a school kid wanting to get picked in gym class. It also appears that I have gained some attention.
The crowd starts cheering “Dynamo” against chants of “Dairy Queen”
It would also appear that I have provoked a man who feels the need to coast off previous accomplishments to keep his withered, impotent career somewhat rigid. Let me give you a news flash, Dynamo. Out of all that dick measuring you did in your little speech, you achieved nothing. You listed your pointless, worthless achievements, you described your move set and counter attacks in so much detail, it’s like you were talking over a phone sex hotline, but nobody cares about the organisations you’ve been in, nobody cares about your career, nobody cares how good a wrestler you think you are because it will make no difference. My intention here is not to intimidate, I couldn’t give a damn whether you are afraid of me or not, I couldn’t care less about your pathetic, school boy insults, all I care about is walking into that ring and doing what makes me happy, and that’s causing pain.
The crowd boo’s even louder, this time chanting “You can’t wrestle”
You know what, you’re probably right! For once, the majority of Americans have got something spot on. I’m not here to please you people, I’m not here to entertain you, I am here because I am getting paid good money to kick people’s heads in! So go ahead, Dynamo, get these morbidly obese, uneducated retards in the crowd on your side because you’re going to need all the help you can get in that ring when you stand toe to toe with me.
I’m not a wrestler… I never claimed to be. I am a fighter. I don’t care what kicks, flips, top rope jumps you are capable of you will be caught eventually. You can run, but you can’t hide. Oh that’s right, you don’t like clichés, do you? Well tell me what is more clichéd than bragging about the past, claiming to be a legacy and telling everyone that you’re going to change the organisation for the better, telling everyone “you’re not here to destroy the APW”, well thanks for clearing that up, I’m sure everyone will sleep better at night knowing that a scrawny, ageing sex offender isn’t going to destroy this company. The reason I call you a sex offender, Dynamo is that anyone over the age of 25 who sticks with the name “Kid” should probably not be allowed near schools.
There are a few cheers and some laughter in the crowd
See? Even your supporters agree with me, even your arse-kissing idiots know I’m right.
The boos begin again
Goddamn, you people are bi-polar.
You see, Dynamo. Unlike you, I don’t need to tell everybody what I’m going to do to you, I don’t need to be a great wrestler, I don’t care about championships, I don’t care about count-outs, disqualification, lawsuits… I was brought here to hurt people, because deep down everyone is just as sick as I am, and they want to see my knuckles blackened with blood just as much as I do. I’d rather keep the pleasure personal, but that’s the price I pay for my paycheque.
Yet despite all the boasting, all the empty talk, all of your attention seeking, I am delighted someone on the roster has decided to challenge me, whether that be through blind bravery or mindless stupidity, I don’t really care. I just cannot wait to feel your broken bones beneath my fists; I’m going to savour every drop of blood, every bead of sweat and every tear. You may have been in wrestling matches, you may have won a lot of them, but you’ve never been up against someone like me, someone who doesn’t care about winning or losing, someone who doesn’t care about championships or being the best in the business. This is going to be like trying to wrestle an animal, I don’t have boundaries, I don’t have restrictions, and I don’t have mercy.
So go back to the drawing board, think hard about new nicknames, think even harder about the comedy, and ways to try and get to me, it’ll help take your mind of the fear. I look forward to meeting you in person, Dynamo.
Good luck.
More boos echo around the arena as Kashmir blasts through the speakers, Dan drops the microphone and exits up the ramp
Kashmir hits the titantron as Dan Quinn appears on the stage and makes his way down the entrance ramp, flipping off the crowd as he walks, savouring the boos and jeers. He walks straight to the announcer’s table and takes the microphone off of the ring announcer, and rolls into the ring. He signals for the music to be cut out and the boos are replaced with chants of “Dairy Queen” by the crowd. There is a pause as he smiles sickly, enjoying the chants against him.
Dan Quinn: I sense a lot of anger in the audience tonight…
The crowd chants even louder
I like that. You see there isn’t nearly enough pure, unadulterated rage in people anymore, all I see is whining, bitching, and way too much “Hey Daddy look what I can do!” in this company. Everyone trying to get themselves noticed, jumping around like a school kid wanting to get picked in gym class. It also appears that I have gained some attention.
The crowd starts cheering “Dynamo” against chants of “Dairy Queen”
It would also appear that I have provoked a man who feels the need to coast off previous accomplishments to keep his withered, impotent career somewhat rigid. Let me give you a news flash, Dynamo. Out of all that dick measuring you did in your little speech, you achieved nothing. You listed your pointless, worthless achievements, you described your move set and counter attacks in so much detail, it’s like you were talking over a phone sex hotline, but nobody cares about the organisations you’ve been in, nobody cares about your career, nobody cares how good a wrestler you think you are because it will make no difference. My intention here is not to intimidate, I couldn’t give a damn whether you are afraid of me or not, I couldn’t care less about your pathetic, school boy insults, all I care about is walking into that ring and doing what makes me happy, and that’s causing pain.
The crowd boo’s even louder, this time chanting “You can’t wrestle”
You know what, you’re probably right! For once, the majority of Americans have got something spot on. I’m not here to please you people, I’m not here to entertain you, I am here because I am getting paid good money to kick people’s heads in! So go ahead, Dynamo, get these morbidly obese, uneducated retards in the crowd on your side because you’re going to need all the help you can get in that ring when you stand toe to toe with me.
I’m not a wrestler… I never claimed to be. I am a fighter. I don’t care what kicks, flips, top rope jumps you are capable of you will be caught eventually. You can run, but you can’t hide. Oh that’s right, you don’t like clichés, do you? Well tell me what is more clichéd than bragging about the past, claiming to be a legacy and telling everyone that you’re going to change the organisation for the better, telling everyone “you’re not here to destroy the APW”, well thanks for clearing that up, I’m sure everyone will sleep better at night knowing that a scrawny, ageing sex offender isn’t going to destroy this company. The reason I call you a sex offender, Dynamo is that anyone over the age of 25 who sticks with the name “Kid” should probably not be allowed near schools.
There are a few cheers and some laughter in the crowd
See? Even your supporters agree with me, even your arse-kissing idiots know I’m right.
The boos begin again
Goddamn, you people are bi-polar.
You see, Dynamo. Unlike you, I don’t need to tell everybody what I’m going to do to you, I don’t need to be a great wrestler, I don’t care about championships, I don’t care about count-outs, disqualification, lawsuits… I was brought here to hurt people, because deep down everyone is just as sick as I am, and they want to see my knuckles blackened with blood just as much as I do. I’d rather keep the pleasure personal, but that’s the price I pay for my paycheque.
Yet despite all the boasting, all the empty talk, all of your attention seeking, I am delighted someone on the roster has decided to challenge me, whether that be through blind bravery or mindless stupidity, I don’t really care. I just cannot wait to feel your broken bones beneath my fists; I’m going to savour every drop of blood, every bead of sweat and every tear. You may have been in wrestling matches, you may have won a lot of them, but you’ve never been up against someone like me, someone who doesn’t care about winning or losing, someone who doesn’t care about championships or being the best in the business. This is going to be like trying to wrestle an animal, I don’t have boundaries, I don’t have restrictions, and I don’t have mercy.
So go back to the drawing board, think hard about new nicknames, think even harder about the comedy, and ways to try and get to me, it’ll help take your mind of the fear. I look forward to meeting you in person, Dynamo.
Good luck.
More boos echo around the arena as Kashmir blasts through the speakers, Dan drops the microphone and exits up the ramp
