I got this.
Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 9:10 pm
Click. Hiss.
The EBWF logo appeared on the bottom right portion of the screen, as the static began to slowly clear up. It faded into a grainy close-up of Daniel Bryan's face. He had an unhappy scowl across his features. Bryan stroked his beard as he stared intently into the camera.
Daniel Bryan: You know what I despise? An inflated ego. An overstated sense of self worth. People that expect handouts, and they're all over the place in the EBWF. I haven't even been here a week. A WEEK. And already I've had to suffer through people like The Rock. Randy Orton. Jeff Hardy, and a sleu of others that just phone it in and expect a paycheck and a title shot.
The camera became shaky as he pulled it a little further away from his face.
Daniel Bryan: Well I don't tolerate that. I don't like it. I... hate it. And it will become my mission to embarrass and expose those people for who they are. Worthless leechers.
Bryan looked off to the side for a moment, deep in contemplation.
Daniel Bryan: You know, I just got here. And I came from a company that literally wrote the book on professional wrestling. They produced the best wrestlers in the history of the sport. People like Bret "The Hitman" Hart. Shawn Michaels. I was trained by some of the best performers and finest minds in the business. And after years of hard work you know what they repaid me with? A spot halfway through the show, fighting no name morons because they were over six feet tall. And you know what? I. Was. FURIOUS.
He looked down and spat on the ground.
Daniel Bryan: That's when it hit me. I had changed. I felt entitled to things, like I deserved them just because I had been in the game for so long. I had become the very thing that pisses me off more than anything else in the business. I became... spoiled. So, I did what I had to do. I left and got out of that company as fast as I could. And now, here I am in the EBWF. My plan now is to make sure that I don't make the same mistake twice. And that's where the Tag Team Invitational comes in.
Daniel shifted a little, still holding the ostensibly cheap camera in front of him.
Daniel Bryan: NO MORE taking handouts. NO MORE getting the spotlight because I deserve it, or because I'm entitled to it. I will enter the EBWF and make an impact by jumping right into the opportunities I can take for myself. I am going to be at Warfare this Monday, and I am going to enter the Battle Royale Tag Team Invitational. I'll be one of the last two men standing after that Battle Royale, and I will go on to become one half of the next tag team champions.
He grinned slyly.
Daniel Bryan: I know what you all are thinking. Daniel, with all this talk about doing things on your own without any help, how could you possibly coexist with someone in a tag team? The answer is simple. I am, quite simply, the best. I am the best wrestler in the HISTORY of this business. Any partner I would wind up getting would be lucky to have me in their corner. You know what the difference between them and me is? They do wrestling for a living.
He brought the grainy camera closer to his face.
Daniel Bryan: I. Embody. It.
Daniel's voice became more aggressive.
Daniel Bryan: There is not a man in this company, in this country, on this PLANET, that is better than me. I am the best wrestler, period. Nobody can come close to me. And I am going to win that tag team invitational, and I am going to do it on my own. I will not let a single person give me a hand out ever again. Not from Wes Ikeda, not from Stephanie McMahon, not from my buddies in the locker room, and certainly not from this guy.
Bryan leaned down and pointed the camera at the ground. Laying there, motionless and wearing a black headset, was Drew, EBWF's senior camera man. A trickle of blood trailed down his forehead. Next to him was his trusty ultra high resolution shoulder-mounted camera, in pieces. Bryan kneeled down and pressed his knee against Drew's head.
Daniel Bryan: Drew here thought he might film my promo for me. You know what, pal, thanks. I got this one.
Daniel slapped Drew in the back of the head several times, trying to stir him to consciousness. He yelled down at him.
Daniel Bryan: What do you think, buddy?! Am I doing good so far?!
Drew stirred slightly, but he didn't respond. Bryan frowned. He got a fistful of Drew's hair and lifted his head up from the pavement, shaking him.
Daniel Bryan: ANSWER ME DREW! Did I do a good job?!
Drew The Cameraman: Yes! Yes!
Daniel Bryan: Yes! YES!
Daniel brought the camera closer to himself, leaving Drew on the ground.
Daniel Bryan: YES! YES!
He dropped whatever camera he was using to the ground as he walked away, continuing to exclaim "YES!" from the top of his lungs. The camera was pointed at Drew, who was struggling to get back up as the scene faded.
The EBWF logo appeared on the bottom right portion of the screen, as the static began to slowly clear up. It faded into a grainy close-up of Daniel Bryan's face. He had an unhappy scowl across his features. Bryan stroked his beard as he stared intently into the camera.
Daniel Bryan: You know what I despise? An inflated ego. An overstated sense of self worth. People that expect handouts, and they're all over the place in the EBWF. I haven't even been here a week. A WEEK. And already I've had to suffer through people like The Rock. Randy Orton. Jeff Hardy, and a sleu of others that just phone it in and expect a paycheck and a title shot.
The camera became shaky as he pulled it a little further away from his face.
Daniel Bryan: Well I don't tolerate that. I don't like it. I... hate it. And it will become my mission to embarrass and expose those people for who they are. Worthless leechers.
Bryan looked off to the side for a moment, deep in contemplation.
Daniel Bryan: You know, I just got here. And I came from a company that literally wrote the book on professional wrestling. They produced the best wrestlers in the history of the sport. People like Bret "The Hitman" Hart. Shawn Michaels. I was trained by some of the best performers and finest minds in the business. And after years of hard work you know what they repaid me with? A spot halfway through the show, fighting no name morons because they were over six feet tall. And you know what? I. Was. FURIOUS.
He looked down and spat on the ground.
Daniel Bryan: That's when it hit me. I had changed. I felt entitled to things, like I deserved them just because I had been in the game for so long. I had become the very thing that pisses me off more than anything else in the business. I became... spoiled. So, I did what I had to do. I left and got out of that company as fast as I could. And now, here I am in the EBWF. My plan now is to make sure that I don't make the same mistake twice. And that's where the Tag Team Invitational comes in.
Daniel shifted a little, still holding the ostensibly cheap camera in front of him.
Daniel Bryan: NO MORE taking handouts. NO MORE getting the spotlight because I deserve it, or because I'm entitled to it. I will enter the EBWF and make an impact by jumping right into the opportunities I can take for myself. I am going to be at Warfare this Monday, and I am going to enter the Battle Royale Tag Team Invitational. I'll be one of the last two men standing after that Battle Royale, and I will go on to become one half of the next tag team champions.
He grinned slyly.
Daniel Bryan: I know what you all are thinking. Daniel, with all this talk about doing things on your own without any help, how could you possibly coexist with someone in a tag team? The answer is simple. I am, quite simply, the best. I am the best wrestler in the HISTORY of this business. Any partner I would wind up getting would be lucky to have me in their corner. You know what the difference between them and me is? They do wrestling for a living.
He brought the grainy camera closer to his face.
Daniel Bryan: I. Embody. It.
Daniel's voice became more aggressive.
Daniel Bryan: There is not a man in this company, in this country, on this PLANET, that is better than me. I am the best wrestler, period. Nobody can come close to me. And I am going to win that tag team invitational, and I am going to do it on my own. I will not let a single person give me a hand out ever again. Not from Wes Ikeda, not from Stephanie McMahon, not from my buddies in the locker room, and certainly not from this guy.
Bryan leaned down and pointed the camera at the ground. Laying there, motionless and wearing a black headset, was Drew, EBWF's senior camera man. A trickle of blood trailed down his forehead. Next to him was his trusty ultra high resolution shoulder-mounted camera, in pieces. Bryan kneeled down and pressed his knee against Drew's head.
Daniel Bryan: Drew here thought he might film my promo for me. You know what, pal, thanks. I got this one.
Daniel slapped Drew in the back of the head several times, trying to stir him to consciousness. He yelled down at him.
Daniel Bryan: What do you think, buddy?! Am I doing good so far?!
Drew stirred slightly, but he didn't respond. Bryan frowned. He got a fistful of Drew's hair and lifted his head up from the pavement, shaking him.
Daniel Bryan: ANSWER ME DREW! Did I do a good job?!
Drew The Cameraman: Yes! Yes!
Daniel Bryan: Yes! YES!
Daniel brought the camera closer to himself, leaving Drew on the ground.
Daniel Bryan: YES! YES!
He dropped whatever camera he was using to the ground as he walked away, continuing to exclaim "YES!" from the top of his lungs. The camera was pointed at Drew, who was struggling to get back up as the scene faded.