Post by Chance Davis on Jul 18, 2012 21:33:05 GMT -5
A empty GWE King Of The Ring Arena, No one around other than Chance Davis. Chance is walking around the arena wearing:
He is thinking about what DJ Styles said about him in his last little promo. He thinks about every detail that DJ said. Chance then starts to speck.
Chance laughs to himself as he remembers how DJ talked about Chance being light spoken.
Chance walks down the hall way a little bit to a soda despencer. Chance puts a dollar in it and gets a Mnt. Dew and opens it. Chance takes a drink of the pop and begins to speck again.
Chance takes another drink of the pop and then another. Chance then empties the pop can and then throws it into the trash can.
Chance just laughs some more as he begins to look around the arena and then goes back to specking.
Chance laughs to himself some more as he looks dead at the camera and begins to speck one last time.
Chance then walks away leaving the scene to fade out to black as he walks down the hallway.
[/color]He is thinking about what DJ Styles said about him in his last little promo. He thinks about every detail that DJ said. Chance then starts to speck.
"DJ, DJ, DJ....You said that I attacked you? You say that I attacked you in that office?...No, you know damn well you tried to attack me, but got your ass handed to you!"
Chance laughs to himself as he remembers how DJ talked about Chance being light spoken.
"Yes, I am light spoken, and as you say, I have a lot of bark, but no bite? Well DJ, I have learnt in my years of doing what I love to do, and that is you don't have to say a lot to be the best, you have to show it, and well, I like to show more than I do talking....
And me being a foot note? Son, you are wrong, you are making me look like the under dog here, and that is what will hurt you in the long run, I might be little and I might be soft spoken but trust me, when it comes down to it, I will bite harder than any motherfucker in this federation!"
And me being a foot note? Son, you are wrong, you are making me look like the under dog here, and that is what will hurt you in the long run, I might be little and I might be soft spoken but trust me, when it comes down to it, I will bite harder than any motherfucker in this federation!"
Chance walks down the hall way a little bit to a soda despencer. Chance puts a dollar in it and gets a Mnt. Dew and opens it. Chance takes a drink of the pop and begins to speck again.
"DJ, you being the Arial king of GWE? Haha, you make me laugh, if you was the arial king you would not have to have a good reason to go airborne, you would do it to prove you are the arial king...."
Chance takes another drink of the pop and then another. Chance then empties the pop can and then throws it into the trash can.
"You see, DJ, you are what I would like to call a pussy, which is bad, because you can't even get any, and as for you making it to the X-Custom Championship, you can kiss that good bye, just like your girlfriend, because after the pay-per-view, I will be taking them both from you!"
Chance just laughs some more as he begins to look around the arena and then goes back to specking.
"DJ, you mind might be on the prize, and you say your body will be focused on braking me, but buddy, I don't want your body, I don't fly that way, and as for me, I am going to show you that you are nothing but a wanna be high flying pussy ass bitch!"
Chance laughs to himself some more as he looks dead at the camera and begins to speck one last time.
"DJ, take this to heart, when you step into that ring with me, I am going to hurt you, and all jokes aside, when you don't even say my name right, because my names not Chase, it is Chance, you give me even more reason to show you why I am the best. So like I said take this to heart, kiss your girl one more time, because she'll be mine after I whoop your ass, and then take her and beat her ass, all night long!"
Chance then walks away leaving the scene to fade out to black as he walks down the hallway.