Post by PANTHRO on Sept 7, 2013 22:59:24 GMT -6
The Big L was pacing around his loft, almost on the brink of chucking his couch out of the window and onto the streets. It was Christian Kane again showing what kind of a man he was. He walked out of our match, and left me heading back to the showers feeling like a chump. I rubbed the bottom of my chin in a slow and rough manner then dart forward towards the camera with an empty smirk, which stayed plastered on my face.
Steve Lenton: Okay, alright, I'll play along. Christian Kane did it again ladies and gentlemen, he showed his true colors to the world. See, two weeks ago, we had the chance of fighting, Christian Kane comes to this company, leaves when he pleases, then decides to try and pick a fight with someone else besides me. And the funny thing is, he used the tired excuse of not wanting to stain his hands on The Big L. He thinks he's above his superior etiquette to face The Big L one on one, mano y mano, in front of thousands of people.
The frown fades, and so do my patience as I slowly raise my hand towards the camera and continue with an intense glare.
Steve Lenton:So The Big L had to go back into the locker room, had to feel that slow and steady burn of anger build up inside of him; The Big L was once again disrespected by Christian Tang YET again. And y'know what, I'm gonna see his ass again. And next time, The Big L is gonna wrap his 20 inch bicep around his chin and knock his ass out cold....
But. There's a positive.
Wulf came up to me and made a big proposition. Since we were...and I hate using this word now--"So close" in getting the Tag Team Championships. The guys in the office decided we should get an opportunity to take the belts. I wasn't going to argue with it, because The Big L knows that He and Wulf make one hell of a team. We've got the tools to get the job done, and give us time enough, we could be unstoppable. But for the moment...The Big L is focusin' on somethin' else. I got a guy named Zero McHannon starin' me down and is trying to make a statement off of me. But here's somethin' he doesn't know: The Big L doesn't lose to oranges, he crushes them and makes OJ out of'em!! So I want Zero to be ready for this ass kickin' and maybe then The Big L's luck will turn around.
I stop and pause for a moment and glance back at the camera.
Steve Lenton: Zero, let's be clear you've faced off with The Big L, you know what I'm able to do, you know what I'm going to do to take this win from your hands. The Big L knows you gotta mouth on you, can't shut the HELL up for the life of ya. He knows you like to talk smack, and you like to build yourself up as some badass, but when The Big L comes towards you, full of steam, and when he cracks you and takes your ass off of your feet...Zero you'll find out what time it is. And San Diego is GOING to get a match. If I get another person walkin' out on me again, I'm gonna take you by your leathery ass skin, and drag you BACK to the ring. You can bank on THAT. So be prepared, because JESUS CHRIST...I know I am.
I walk off of the screen and the camera begins to fade.
Fade. Static. End.
Steve Lenton: Okay, alright, I'll play along. Christian Kane did it again ladies and gentlemen, he showed his true colors to the world. See, two weeks ago, we had the chance of fighting, Christian Kane comes to this company, leaves when he pleases, then decides to try and pick a fight with someone else besides me. And the funny thing is, he used the tired excuse of not wanting to stain his hands on The Big L. He thinks he's above his superior etiquette to face The Big L one on one, mano y mano, in front of thousands of people.
The frown fades, and so do my patience as I slowly raise my hand towards the camera and continue with an intense glare.
Steve Lenton:So The Big L had to go back into the locker room, had to feel that slow and steady burn of anger build up inside of him; The Big L was once again disrespected by Christian Tang YET again. And y'know what, I'm gonna see his ass again. And next time, The Big L is gonna wrap his 20 inch bicep around his chin and knock his ass out cold....
But. There's a positive.
Wulf came up to me and made a big proposition. Since we were...and I hate using this word now--"So close" in getting the Tag Team Championships. The guys in the office decided we should get an opportunity to take the belts. I wasn't going to argue with it, because The Big L knows that He and Wulf make one hell of a team. We've got the tools to get the job done, and give us time enough, we could be unstoppable. But for the moment...The Big L is focusin' on somethin' else. I got a guy named Zero McHannon starin' me down and is trying to make a statement off of me. But here's somethin' he doesn't know: The Big L doesn't lose to oranges, he crushes them and makes OJ out of'em!! So I want Zero to be ready for this ass kickin' and maybe then The Big L's luck will turn around.
I stop and pause for a moment and glance back at the camera.
Steve Lenton: Zero, let's be clear you've faced off with The Big L, you know what I'm able to do, you know what I'm going to do to take this win from your hands. The Big L knows you gotta mouth on you, can't shut the HELL up for the life of ya. He knows you like to talk smack, and you like to build yourself up as some badass, but when The Big L comes towards you, full of steam, and when he cracks you and takes your ass off of your feet...Zero you'll find out what time it is. And San Diego is GOING to get a match. If I get another person walkin' out on me again, I'm gonna take you by your leathery ass skin, and drag you BACK to the ring. You can bank on THAT. So be prepared, because JESUS CHRIST...I know I am.
I walk off of the screen and the camera begins to fade.
Fade. Static. End.