Post by TFP on Jan 7, 2009 22:03:20 GMT -4
So Serenity tried to own Davidson or something, typical stuff from people trying to get over with the wrestling world. Silly people, that's not how it works anymore. Maybe somewhere else where you were under the umbrella of a butterfly, but here it's different. I really don't know what protects you from stuff overhead... probably nothing... but that doesn't matter, all that matters is that you move on and become better at good stuff.
Standing by a doorway, we open up with Davidson and he is looking regular as always. Wearing jeans, a cool t-shirt and other stuff. He folds his arms and gives the camera a stare of complete wit, it's not a stare you get too often unless you've worked with President Bush for eight years of your life and ventured out of the White House after his time in office was done, only for you to get a glance from other folks.
Davidson: "Nice delayed response there, Serenity, but that's pretty much a given from a blonde. Now you may have been about two weeks too late from telling me how it is or how it should be, but last year is so seven days ago that I forgot all about what happened between us. So I don't know to say... ummm... what a travesty of a shoot from you. I was appalled, really."
He shakes his head in complete and utter disappointment.
Davidson: "You had the ball to run with, Serenity, you really could have stirred up some controversy right there but all you did was make a total fool of yourself. There was nothing that you could muster up, clearly, since you said I was losing my touch. Oh really, now? I haven't lost my touch, I'm Midas! Everything I lay my hands on turns to fuckin' gold! In fact, as of late I've been the best I've ever been in ages and there's no denying that I'll get some success out of my tenure here in Wrestling 2000. Whether I'm here for a month, half a year, a year or more - I'm going to be totally awesome and better than anybody else. Cocky? Oh no, I'm just being honest with you. Last week I slaughtered Marcus Johnson backstaged and basically slit his throat open. Don't believe me? Go to the management and ask for the footage, but they'll probably say it's full of too much gore and immensely graphic for your eyes. So yeah, but take it from me, it happened. This week, we are luckily teaming up togeter against that fool and his lame partner, whoever that could. But I'm not in the least bit interested, I only care about walking in that right as I am and walking out a winner."
He does a thumbs up.
Davidson: "And insulting folks totally isn't my style, I'd rather not look like an idiot when I'm cutting a promo on camera and things of the like. So while you and others can have fun getting off by making insults such as douchebag, douchefag, faggot, asshole, smartass and anything else that probably depletes braincells more than alcohol and drug use, I'll stick to being myself and saying the honest stuff. If you're lame, then you're lame. If you're a fool, then you're a fool. If you're a totally lame fool... then you better watch out! By the way, I'm at your door. Open it."
He turns to his right, facing the door.
Standing by a doorway, we open up with Davidson and he is looking regular as always. Wearing jeans, a cool t-shirt and other stuff. He folds his arms and gives the camera a stare of complete wit, it's not a stare you get too often unless you've worked with President Bush for eight years of your life and ventured out of the White House after his time in office was done, only for you to get a glance from other folks.
Davidson: "Nice delayed response there, Serenity, but that's pretty much a given from a blonde. Now you may have been about two weeks too late from telling me how it is or how it should be, but last year is so seven days ago that I forgot all about what happened between us. So I don't know to say... ummm... what a travesty of a shoot from you. I was appalled, really."
He shakes his head in complete and utter disappointment.
Davidson: "You had the ball to run with, Serenity, you really could have stirred up some controversy right there but all you did was make a total fool of yourself. There was nothing that you could muster up, clearly, since you said I was losing my touch. Oh really, now? I haven't lost my touch, I'm Midas! Everything I lay my hands on turns to fuckin' gold! In fact, as of late I've been the best I've ever been in ages and there's no denying that I'll get some success out of my tenure here in Wrestling 2000. Whether I'm here for a month, half a year, a year or more - I'm going to be totally awesome and better than anybody else. Cocky? Oh no, I'm just being honest with you. Last week I slaughtered Marcus Johnson backstaged and basically slit his throat open. Don't believe me? Go to the management and ask for the footage, but they'll probably say it's full of too much gore and immensely graphic for your eyes. So yeah, but take it from me, it happened. This week, we are luckily teaming up togeter against that fool and his lame partner, whoever that could. But I'm not in the least bit interested, I only care about walking in that right as I am and walking out a winner."
He does a thumbs up.
Davidson: "And insulting folks totally isn't my style, I'd rather not look like an idiot when I'm cutting a promo on camera and things of the like. So while you and others can have fun getting off by making insults such as douchebag, douchefag, faggot, asshole, smartass and anything else that probably depletes braincells more than alcohol and drug use, I'll stick to being myself and saying the honest stuff. If you're lame, then you're lame. If you're a fool, then you're a fool. If you're a totally lame fool... then you better watch out! By the way, I'm at your door. Open it."
He turns to his right, facing the door.