Post by Billy Danielson on May 28, 2018 3:32:50 GMT
We open on a mansion on the east side of Chicago. We enter a large room with golden throne, and a mysterious man sitting in it. The lights shine on the throne just right, so that the gold nearly blinds the viewers, and masks the man in it. The lights around the throne goes down, ever so slightly, revealing Billy Danielson. He looks like a the “big bad” of an action movie, as he smirks his signature smirk, as he begins to speak to the camera.
“Mark Storm, how the hell have you been? It’s been a while hasn’t it? The last time I saw you, like actually saw you face to face, was last July, when we tore the house down in a 60 minute time limit draw in the main event at Madison Square Garden. That’s a long time not to have a rematch, don’t you think?”
He pauses dramatically, as he looks into the camera. He leans forward, looking rather intimidating due to the lighting of the room.
“Now, Mark, I like you. I don’t think there was ever a time I didn’t like you, but the truth of the matter is, it doesn’t matter if I like you or not.
At MSG, yes the official decision was a draw, but I had you knocked out and pinned for the 3 count, when Blake Mitchell created a distraction to screw me over. You got a knee strike for your troubles, and then you, along with Skyfire Wrestling, disappeared. You left me, and the rest of the world, wanting more, and for nearly a year we’ve been blue balling because you had to go and tuck your tail for six months, and then hide behind the guise of the Dogs of War.
I don’t know if it was me that scared you, my knee that scared you, or the concept that I was actually better than you, and the only reason you didn’t lose that night was because of a ref that thinks lights are needed for a pin attempt, but what I do know is that the fates have dropped you on my doorstep, so that I can finally right the wrongs that were committed at Fusion last year.”
He reaches over, and pours a can of Dr. Pepper, the official sponsor of Billy Danielson, into a whiskey glass. He shakes the sweet elixir around the glass, before taking a sip. He sighs, expressing his immense enjoyment of his sponsor’s product, and then continues on with his promo.
“Mark, unlike my Dr. Pepper here, you’ve left me unsatisfied. When you finally came back to the sport, I challenged you immediately, but you made excuses. You ran all over the world, trying to avoid the inevitable truth that The Greatest of All Time is better than Your Hero and Mine. You’ve hidden behind the Dogs of War and Twitter, and you’ve done everything in your power to make sure that I won’t embarrass you for a second time, because you know that if there is one person that can weather the storm of Mark, it’s Billy Danielson, and I’m sure you’re beginning to realize that you’re right back where you were a year ago, right before the lights went out in Madison Square Garden.”
Danielson leans back now, still smirking at the camera.
“Now, I’m not quite sure what your vietnam-like flashback looks like, it could be the seconds before my knee made impact to your face, or the sensation of numbness as you lay incapacitated for a three count, but at Awesome Epic Japanese Kaiju Hour, your flashback becomes deja vu, as for the second time in nearly a year, I am going to drive my knee into your face until you can’t move, and this time, when the lights go out, it won’t be because of a distraction, it’s going to be because I knocked you out in the real main event of GOL’s first ever show in Japan.”
Billy pauses, calming himself with a scoff. He looks at his glass of Dr. Pepper, and begins to wrap up his promo with a smirk.
“Mark, your running ends in Japan. The time, the place, the rules of the match, all of it points to some comeuppance, and righting the wrongs of last year’s time limit draw. We ARE going to get an answer to the question of who is better, but I don’t think it’s going to be the answer you want, Mark.”
He smirks as the scene fades to black.
“Mark Storm, how the hell have you been? It’s been a while hasn’t it? The last time I saw you, like actually saw you face to face, was last July, when we tore the house down in a 60 minute time limit draw in the main event at Madison Square Garden. That’s a long time not to have a rematch, don’t you think?”
He pauses dramatically, as he looks into the camera. He leans forward, looking rather intimidating due to the lighting of the room.
“Now, Mark, I like you. I don’t think there was ever a time I didn’t like you, but the truth of the matter is, it doesn’t matter if I like you or not.
At MSG, yes the official decision was a draw, but I had you knocked out and pinned for the 3 count, when Blake Mitchell created a distraction to screw me over. You got a knee strike for your troubles, and then you, along with Skyfire Wrestling, disappeared. You left me, and the rest of the world, wanting more, and for nearly a year we’ve been blue balling because you had to go and tuck your tail for six months, and then hide behind the guise of the Dogs of War.
I don’t know if it was me that scared you, my knee that scared you, or the concept that I was actually better than you, and the only reason you didn’t lose that night was because of a ref that thinks lights are needed for a pin attempt, but what I do know is that the fates have dropped you on my doorstep, so that I can finally right the wrongs that were committed at Fusion last year.”
He reaches over, and pours a can of Dr. Pepper, the official sponsor of Billy Danielson, into a whiskey glass. He shakes the sweet elixir around the glass, before taking a sip. He sighs, expressing his immense enjoyment of his sponsor’s product, and then continues on with his promo.
“Mark, unlike my Dr. Pepper here, you’ve left me unsatisfied. When you finally came back to the sport, I challenged you immediately, but you made excuses. You ran all over the world, trying to avoid the inevitable truth that The Greatest of All Time is better than Your Hero and Mine. You’ve hidden behind the Dogs of War and Twitter, and you’ve done everything in your power to make sure that I won’t embarrass you for a second time, because you know that if there is one person that can weather the storm of Mark, it’s Billy Danielson, and I’m sure you’re beginning to realize that you’re right back where you were a year ago, right before the lights went out in Madison Square Garden.”
Danielson leans back now, still smirking at the camera.
“Now, I’m not quite sure what your vietnam-like flashback looks like, it could be the seconds before my knee made impact to your face, or the sensation of numbness as you lay incapacitated for a three count, but at Awesome Epic Japanese Kaiju Hour, your flashback becomes deja vu, as for the second time in nearly a year, I am going to drive my knee into your face until you can’t move, and this time, when the lights go out, it won’t be because of a distraction, it’s going to be because I knocked you out in the real main event of GOL’s first ever show in Japan.”
Billy pauses, calming himself with a scoff. He looks at his glass of Dr. Pepper, and begins to wrap up his promo with a smirk.
“Mark, your running ends in Japan. The time, the place, the rules of the match, all of it points to some comeuppance, and righting the wrongs of last year’s time limit draw. We ARE going to get an answer to the question of who is better, but I don’t think it’s going to be the answer you want, Mark.”
He smirks as the scene fades to black.