Post by PANTHRO on Aug 24, 2013 21:59:40 GMT -6
Prologue: Making A Point.
There's something about this match that's got me all riled up. Maybe it's because I've been in a slump lately, or maybe it's because of a guy who I've got a lil' history with. That guy being? Christian Kane, the one and only. Kane's been back in Ex-Pro since the last supershow, and The Big L was worried, because The Big L has faced and heard from this egomaniac and knows exactly what kind of a person he is. He liked to place labels on me and make me seem like I was the problem with wrestling, but the truth is he was the problem. No matter what I could say or do to him, he'll still portray himself as some kind of big deal in the wrestling community. Christian Kane might look at me, and may say the same tired things I've heard before.
The hard facts are that when the time came, when we faced off, when the title was on the line, I was clutch. I went the extra inch to getting the belt, and you might seem bitter, you might not, The Big L gives zero damns. What The Big L knows is that he will NOT be stopped by the resident sleaze-bag of Exodus. The Big L takes a lot of crap from some people, many of them my critics, and some wrestlers. But he will not, cannot, lose Captain Carrot. You might think you're the best, but Kane.
I'm MUCH Better.
The Big L is seen pacin' back and forth in front of his hotel door. He's dressed in his usual tank top with fitting jeans and sunglasses. I stop and put a finger to my right ear and point at it quickly.
Steve Lenton: The Big L's been hearin' a lot lately, he's been hearing people say some stuff that's got under his skin. The Big L's been down in the dumps still feelin' sorry for himself after comin' close to the Tag Team Championships once again; Lettin' people down; Lettin' another partner down in the proccess. The Big L heard the same old crap, he heard...
I stop for a moment. I pull my glasses off and start forward with a cheesy ass grin on my face.
Steve Lenton (White Guy Voice): "Gee whiz Mr. L you sure did put up one heck of a fight. JOLLY you did good, you were so close, you should be proud--BLAH... (normal voice) BLAH, BLAH!!!" The Big L didn't work his ass off for nothing. What does The Big L have to be proud of?! The Big L doesn't let shit, like losing to The Turks SLIDE. They were good that night, kudos to'em, congrats, they got the belts. But The Big L does NOT accept losing, and he sure as HELL won't accept being pushed to the side and given a consolation of a handshake and a pat on the fuckin' back!! No, no, no, The Big L isn't going to be singin' that song.
The Big L is going to make a comeback from this lil' bump in the road. He's gonna set into that ring, and he's going to be facin' off against none other than Christian. Kane. Now The Big L knows Kane, he's faced him, felt what he can do when you take your eyes off of'em. The Big L...KNOWS what he's capable of, and also knows how much of a blowhard he is when it comes to the business. Not too long ago, he labeled me a poser, a wannabe, someone who was the main problem that "plagued" wrestling. I looked at'em and I told him, again, not too long ago, as a retort, I showed you up for the International Championship, albeit, I wish I still had it to rub in your orange ass face!!
The Big L looks on with an intense glare, breathing in and out slowly.
Steve Lenton: The Big L gets it Kane, you think you're God's gift. You got the look, the machismo, the swagger, the brashness, you're the total PACKAGE Christian. But lemme tell you somethin' Kane. That shit ain't gonna cut it in our match. It ain't gonna be Chrstian Kane struttin' his stuff, waggin' his junk, and findin' some pussy to fuck. No, it's going to be Sunny, givin' you two scoops of ASS-WHOOPING. I'm going to shove my boot so far up your ass, the next time I go walk down the street people are gonna ask me 'Where did you get your moccasins from?!' Now is the time Kane, show The Big L you actually got a set between your thighs and take this shit SERIOUSLY. You got somethin' prove, and that you aren't a quitter, you aren't looking for a handout, and you are HERE. TO. COMPETE. This is your chance Kane....
I place my glasses back on my face.
Steve Lenton: Make it count.
I slowly begin to make my way from the camera and towards the elevator. The camera stays put and then fades away.
Fade. Static. End.
There's something about this match that's got me all riled up. Maybe it's because I've been in a slump lately, or maybe it's because of a guy who I've got a lil' history with. That guy being? Christian Kane, the one and only. Kane's been back in Ex-Pro since the last supershow, and The Big L was worried, because The Big L has faced and heard from this egomaniac and knows exactly what kind of a person he is. He liked to place labels on me and make me seem like I was the problem with wrestling, but the truth is he was the problem. No matter what I could say or do to him, he'll still portray himself as some kind of big deal in the wrestling community. Christian Kane might look at me, and may say the same tired things I've heard before.
The hard facts are that when the time came, when we faced off, when the title was on the line, I was clutch. I went the extra inch to getting the belt, and you might seem bitter, you might not, The Big L gives zero damns. What The Big L knows is that he will NOT be stopped by the resident sleaze-bag of Exodus. The Big L takes a lot of crap from some people, many of them my critics, and some wrestlers. But he will not, cannot, lose Captain Carrot. You might think you're the best, but Kane.
I'm MUCH Better.
The Big L is seen pacin' back and forth in front of his hotel door. He's dressed in his usual tank top with fitting jeans and sunglasses. I stop and put a finger to my right ear and point at it quickly.
Steve Lenton: The Big L's been hearin' a lot lately, he's been hearing people say some stuff that's got under his skin. The Big L's been down in the dumps still feelin' sorry for himself after comin' close to the Tag Team Championships once again; Lettin' people down; Lettin' another partner down in the proccess. The Big L heard the same old crap, he heard...
I stop for a moment. I pull my glasses off and start forward with a cheesy ass grin on my face.
Steve Lenton (White Guy Voice): "Gee whiz Mr. L you sure did put up one heck of a fight. JOLLY you did good, you were so close, you should be proud--BLAH... (normal voice) BLAH, BLAH!!!" The Big L didn't work his ass off for nothing. What does The Big L have to be proud of?! The Big L doesn't let shit, like losing to The Turks SLIDE. They were good that night, kudos to'em, congrats, they got the belts. But The Big L does NOT accept losing, and he sure as HELL won't accept being pushed to the side and given a consolation of a handshake and a pat on the fuckin' back!! No, no, no, The Big L isn't going to be singin' that song.
The Big L is going to make a comeback from this lil' bump in the road. He's gonna set into that ring, and he's going to be facin' off against none other than Christian. Kane. Now The Big L knows Kane, he's faced him, felt what he can do when you take your eyes off of'em. The Big L...KNOWS what he's capable of, and also knows how much of a blowhard he is when it comes to the business. Not too long ago, he labeled me a poser, a wannabe, someone who was the main problem that "plagued" wrestling. I looked at'em and I told him, again, not too long ago, as a retort, I showed you up for the International Championship, albeit, I wish I still had it to rub in your orange ass face!!
The Big L looks on with an intense glare, breathing in and out slowly.
Steve Lenton: The Big L gets it Kane, you think you're God's gift. You got the look, the machismo, the swagger, the brashness, you're the total PACKAGE Christian. But lemme tell you somethin' Kane. That shit ain't gonna cut it in our match. It ain't gonna be Chrstian Kane struttin' his stuff, waggin' his junk, and findin' some pussy to fuck. No, it's going to be Sunny, givin' you two scoops of ASS-WHOOPING. I'm going to shove my boot so far up your ass, the next time I go walk down the street people are gonna ask me 'Where did you get your moccasins from?!' Now is the time Kane, show The Big L you actually got a set between your thighs and take this shit SERIOUSLY. You got somethin' prove, and that you aren't a quitter, you aren't looking for a handout, and you are HERE. TO. COMPETE. This is your chance Kane....
I place my glasses back on my face.
Steve Lenton: Make it count.
I slowly begin to make my way from the camera and towards the elevator. The camera stays put and then fades away.
Fade. Static. End.