Composure
Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 10:32 pm
(Apologies for the lack of length, I had a whole big plan this week, and well... the best laid plans right?)
Daniel Bryan leaned back into his office chair. He stroked his beard, a smirk befalling his amused features. The camera zoomed in on him as he looked directly into it.
Daniel Bryan: Baphomet, huh? Punk, you have no idea who you're dealing with. You and I, we've spilled blood in the same mud. Guys like you and I in the EBWF are few and far between. It's a short list of names, those of us that cut our teeth the good old fashioned way, through Ring of Honor, Chikara, and Dragon Gate. We're a small handful of an endangered species, you know? Guys that made their name in what is really the modern version of the territories of old. Yet it surprises me how much you don't know your best competition. Am I the best technical wrestler in the EBWF? Yes. Am I also well rounded enough to put the Elimination Chamber in my list of wins. Yes. Will I STILL be able to make you tap out in the middle of the chamber, regardless of how big and dangerous it is?
Bryan smiled smugly, calmly outstretching his arms.
Daniel Bryan: Yes. And to the rest of you in the Elimination Chamber. I'll let all of you in on a little secret. There's a reason that every guy in the back who cuts a promo about me, has nothing but respectful things to say, excluding CM Punk and his jealousy about my beard. It's because I am one of the best. Wrestlers. Ever. You can call me whatever you want. A....goat...
Bryan narrowed his eyes, contorting his face in anger.
Daniel Bryan: You can say I have hooves...
Daniel suddenly stood up. He grabbed the mic pinned to his shirt collar, ripped it off, and threw it on the ground. He raised up his foot and kicked his chair as hard as he could, and it flew off to the side of the camera.
Daniel Bryan: You know WHAT?! I am TIRED of the disrespect! I will NOT PUT UP WITH IT! GOAT FACE?! Who the hell does he think he is?! I am going to RIP Punks ARM OFF!!
He stormed off the scene, and the mic picked up the sound of several pieces of furniture crashing to the ground as he exited.
Daniel Bryan leaned back into his office chair. He stroked his beard, a smirk befalling his amused features. The camera zoomed in on him as he looked directly into it.
Daniel Bryan: Baphomet, huh? Punk, you have no idea who you're dealing with. You and I, we've spilled blood in the same mud. Guys like you and I in the EBWF are few and far between. It's a short list of names, those of us that cut our teeth the good old fashioned way, through Ring of Honor, Chikara, and Dragon Gate. We're a small handful of an endangered species, you know? Guys that made their name in what is really the modern version of the territories of old. Yet it surprises me how much you don't know your best competition. Am I the best technical wrestler in the EBWF? Yes. Am I also well rounded enough to put the Elimination Chamber in my list of wins. Yes. Will I STILL be able to make you tap out in the middle of the chamber, regardless of how big and dangerous it is?
Bryan smiled smugly, calmly outstretching his arms.
Daniel Bryan: Yes. And to the rest of you in the Elimination Chamber. I'll let all of you in on a little secret. There's a reason that every guy in the back who cuts a promo about me, has nothing but respectful things to say, excluding CM Punk and his jealousy about my beard. It's because I am one of the best. Wrestlers. Ever. You can call me whatever you want. A....goat...
Bryan narrowed his eyes, contorting his face in anger.
Daniel Bryan: You can say I have hooves...
Daniel suddenly stood up. He grabbed the mic pinned to his shirt collar, ripped it off, and threw it on the ground. He raised up his foot and kicked his chair as hard as he could, and it flew off to the side of the camera.
Daniel Bryan: You know WHAT?! I am TIRED of the disrespect! I will NOT PUT UP WITH IT! GOAT FACE?! Who the hell does he think he is?! I am going to RIP Punks ARM OFF!!
He stormed off the scene, and the mic picked up the sound of several pieces of furniture crashing to the ground as he exited.