Post by Draka on Sept 13, 2009 21:37:03 GMT -5
***The camera fades in to show Draka standing in the locker room at the arena, putting a few things into his locker... shutting the door he clicks the lock shut. He turns to look to the camera, smirking a bit, leaning into the locker as he starts to speak...***
"Awwww... I think I offended poor little Vladdy. He doesn't quite realize when facing off against someone like him, one doesn't need overly complicated insults... otherwise they might zip right by him. He seems rather stuck on this 'beat up women' thing... Poor guy... always thinking so little of someone he supposedly cares about. Just get with it, Vlad... she wants to step up to a guy in this, or any other fed... she's likely gonna earn herself a beating. Not my fault the disgusting little tramp can't back up her tough talk when it comes down to a face to face confrontation. As for me not being able to beat a woman when it counts, when it comes to me 'choking'.... I do recall your rather rapid elimination from the match.... So tell me Vlad. Who ~really~ choked? That I lost to Heather is nota poor reflection on my skills in the slightest. She's a great competitor, a worthy champion no matter what title she might win. I can't say the same for you and your lap pet. All this is neither here, nor there... once we step into the ring. All your bluster and weak insults won't amount to anything when I tear you apart in the middle of the ring. I think I might decide to take you down with one of my finishers... then wrap you up with the Drakalock... sinch it in tightly... and make you tap out. And if I'm feeling really kind... I might release the hold immediately... You'll just have to wait and see, won't you Vladdy boy."
"Reeve... what's the matter, putz? You realized what you did wrong? You realize you're not ready to hang with the big boys again so you crawled into a hole to hide? It sure seems that way. Haven't seen hide nor hair of your pathetic self. You won't even be an issue in this matchup, I'm sure. Maybe the pummeling you're going to receive will wake you up. Maybe... maybe not. We shall just have to see. I would like to continue bantering towards you... but I have a show to get ready for... Ladies and gentleman... enjoy the show."
***With that Draka pushes off the locker and stretches, adjusting his black t-shirt, before making his way out of the locker room.. the door swinging shut behind himself... the camera focusing on the shut door a moment before the view fades to black...***
"Awwww... I think I offended poor little Vladdy. He doesn't quite realize when facing off against someone like him, one doesn't need overly complicated insults... otherwise they might zip right by him. He seems rather stuck on this 'beat up women' thing... Poor guy... always thinking so little of someone he supposedly cares about. Just get with it, Vlad... she wants to step up to a guy in this, or any other fed... she's likely gonna earn herself a beating. Not my fault the disgusting little tramp can't back up her tough talk when it comes down to a face to face confrontation. As for me not being able to beat a woman when it counts, when it comes to me 'choking'.... I do recall your rather rapid elimination from the match.... So tell me Vlad. Who ~really~ choked? That I lost to Heather is nota poor reflection on my skills in the slightest. She's a great competitor, a worthy champion no matter what title she might win. I can't say the same for you and your lap pet. All this is neither here, nor there... once we step into the ring. All your bluster and weak insults won't amount to anything when I tear you apart in the middle of the ring. I think I might decide to take you down with one of my finishers... then wrap you up with the Drakalock... sinch it in tightly... and make you tap out. And if I'm feeling really kind... I might release the hold immediately... You'll just have to wait and see, won't you Vladdy boy."
"Reeve... what's the matter, putz? You realized what you did wrong? You realize you're not ready to hang with the big boys again so you crawled into a hole to hide? It sure seems that way. Haven't seen hide nor hair of your pathetic self. You won't even be an issue in this matchup, I'm sure. Maybe the pummeling you're going to receive will wake you up. Maybe... maybe not. We shall just have to see. I would like to continue bantering towards you... but I have a show to get ready for... Ladies and gentleman... enjoy the show."
***With that Draka pushes off the locker and stretches, adjusting his black t-shirt, before making his way out of the locker room.. the door swinging shut behind himself... the camera focusing on the shut door a moment before the view fades to black...***
