Post by Bison on Jun 8, 2011 14:19:04 GMT
With the camera opening with a black fade in, the backstage shows a rather well sized man in front, back turned. Wearing a black hoodie and ring gear - trunks, knee pads and boots - he begins to roll his shoulders. The only noise for a moment or two is just the slight humming of an electric off in the background.
Eventually, the hulking man turns himself around, a little grin on his face, raising his arms and flexing arms; muscles bulging through the material of the hoodie. Staring at the camera - green eyes focused - he lowers his arms by his side, tilting head.
"TNB. A whooole new playground. Whole new ball game. A whole new stomping grounds. See, the fact of the matter is, while people here all set up, thinkin' that they're the biggest, an' the baddest, the toughest son'of'a'bitch to walk these lines? I don' need to just 'think' it. Bison, for those of you who dunno me; but you will, very soon. See, I came here to do one thing. One thing that a lot of people are afraid to do. Afraid to aim for. Reach for. Try for.
I'm here to win matches, hold titles, end careers. I don' care if it's a legend, I don' care if it's a rookie. I don' care if it's a Gladiator, an Amazon, I don' care if it's MMInc or otherwise. You step in my way, across that ring? I'll be making sure I leave with your head on a pike.
Go ahead and laugh. While you can. You can tell me how 'you're just the toughest guy here', you can tell me how you've 'done it all', you can tell me how you've got 'advantage in numbers'. You're not the toughest till you beat the toughest. You've not beaten everyone till you beat me. You've not got the advantage when you haven't tried to take me down and out.
I don't care how many people I need to battle through till I make my point; but I promise this. When it comes down to your head and my arm? My clothesline's gonna take everyone out. When it comes to your back and my power? Say goodbye to your back. TNB universe; you've been warned."
With a little chuckle - followed by a rather deep, hallowing, manic laughter - Bison shoves the camera away and back, forcing whoever's holding it to stumble, before turning to try and quickly refocus on the man as he leaves; unwilling to step by anyone, he either shoves them out of his way, or keeps on walking as they approach, thumping shoulders to cause them to come to a near fall, or go straight down to the floor.
Eventually, the hulking man turns himself around, a little grin on his face, raising his arms and flexing arms; muscles bulging through the material of the hoodie. Staring at the camera - green eyes focused - he lowers his arms by his side, tilting head.
"TNB. A whooole new playground. Whole new ball game. A whole new stomping grounds. See, the fact of the matter is, while people here all set up, thinkin' that they're the biggest, an' the baddest, the toughest son'of'a'bitch to walk these lines? I don' need to just 'think' it. Bison, for those of you who dunno me; but you will, very soon. See, I came here to do one thing. One thing that a lot of people are afraid to do. Afraid to aim for. Reach for. Try for.
I'm here to win matches, hold titles, end careers. I don' care if it's a legend, I don' care if it's a rookie. I don' care if it's a Gladiator, an Amazon, I don' care if it's MMInc or otherwise. You step in my way, across that ring? I'll be making sure I leave with your head on a pike.
Go ahead and laugh. While you can. You can tell me how 'you're just the toughest guy here', you can tell me how you've 'done it all', you can tell me how you've got 'advantage in numbers'. You're not the toughest till you beat the toughest. You've not beaten everyone till you beat me. You've not got the advantage when you haven't tried to take me down and out.
I don't care how many people I need to battle through till I make my point; but I promise this. When it comes down to your head and my arm? My clothesline's gonna take everyone out. When it comes to your back and my power? Say goodbye to your back. TNB universe; you've been warned."
With a little chuckle - followed by a rather deep, hallowing, manic laughter - Bison shoves the camera away and back, forcing whoever's holding it to stumble, before turning to try and quickly refocus on the man as he leaves; unwilling to step by anyone, he either shoves them out of his way, or keeps on walking as they approach, thumping shoulders to cause them to come to a near fall, or go straight down to the floor.