Post by "The Ripper" Danny B on Feb 11, 2014 17:24:57 GMT -5
“So here’s the sitch, I have heard on the grapevine that a few people have had a problem with me coming into this company and complaining that I haven’t shown that I am any better than anyone there, and yet claiming to be the best superstar in the world today. I’ve been asked what I have that I have been better in my ring my entire life than any one of those morons who call Online Championship Wrestling a home. Well let me start out simply, first of all it isn’t a claim, I am simply stating a fact, I am better than them all. But for a second point, let me show you what I am looking at right now.”
A picture finally flicks onto the broadcast video, Danny B is seen stood on a balcony behind him the picturesque green of Central Park comes into view, accompanied by the hustle and bustle of a New York day time.
“You know what really stinks, is that this is just my weekend home, my home could fit this apartment in its lobby.”
Danny cracks a pearly white smile as he takes a cigarette from a packet which resided on the table besides him, lit it up and turned to lean on the balcony.
“Even I have to admit this a spectacular view mind, sometimes the craziness of the city is better than the serene distilment of the countryside, oh what am I saying, it’s always better, but fuck it, I have to show status somehow.”
Danny takes in a long drag from the smoke, feeling the cold February air running through his golden hair.
“So back on point, why does this place make me better than you? Well simply it is a sign of how far you can come if you are good t what you do, When I started I was nothing more than a poor city boy England, not a damn penny to my name, now, well now just look at me. Look at this place, look at my cars. I have proved that I have earned the money. But money isn’t everything right? That can’t be argued with, and even I will admit I didn’t earn it all, some of it was donated. So where is the solid proof? Well most of that is back at the mansion, but I have enough here to prove to you why I am still the best in the world, I am gonna take you on a ride, and give you a little history lesson.”
Danny takes a final drag on the smoke, stubs it out on the balcony railing and flicks it out, watching as it falls down below, keeping an eyes until he cannot see it anymore, at which point he turns back to face the apartment.
“Actually, turn that thing off will you fella, I’m gonna take this party to where I can really show it all. See you in a minute people.”
The screen goes black, accompanied by an eerie silence that lasts all of five seconds, before the camera switches back on, the stars twinkle in the night sky as a giant mansion, almost castle-like in appearance pops into view.
“Ta da! The beauty of pre-records.”
Danny B now steps into view once again, he has removed his sunglasses this time, revealing the piercing green eyes that previously hid beneath them, he strokes his stubble as he looks up at the house, almost pondering it.
“Now this is something I can’t completely claim responsibility for, the house wasn’t mine, but now it is, that is a story for another day, but most of what’s inside, well that is mine.”
With that Danny begins to walk towards the mansion, as he does, the camera spins around to show a long winding gravel driveway splitting a huge forest, in the very far distance the twinkle of iron gates can be made out in the moonlight, the camera suddenly starts bobbing up and down as the person wielding it catches up with The Ripper, who now stands at the foot of a small stairwell.
“Hurry the fuck up will you? Jesus!”
Danny ascends the stairs, as he does so, the ten foot tall oak doors that stand in front of him creek open, not a pair of hands in sight. Danny walks straight through them, and as he does, the home, which was dark as the midnight sky, suddenly lights up as torches, situated neatly in sconces around the walls all burst into life.
“Fuck me sideways!”
Danny turns towards the camera, a flash of red streaks across his eyes.
“You’re here to film, not to contribute, one more word and you’ll be eating that camera for breakfast.”
Danny turns back into the room as the camera spans it. It becomes easy to see why the cameraman couldn’t hold in his words, Danny wasn’t joking, this was huge. A marble floor stretched beneath their feet, spanning what looked like a solid acre, tall wooden doors leading off from it, at least twenty of them lined neatly along the stone walls, in the centre a huge marble staircase stretches upwards, leading to more floor space thirty feet up. If he hadn’t of known better, the cameraman would have proclaimed that he had entered Hogwarts! It was as the camera was recording large portraits along the walls that Danny spoke again.
“Told you it was impressive didn’t I? I’ve inherited some pretty sweet stuff in my time, but this has to be one the best yet. There is a story behind how I came to call this home, and as I said, that is one for another time, now if you would like to follow me, I have something that needs to be seen.”
Danny starts walking across the lobby, humming happily to himself, he heads for one of the doors in the middle of the wall, and as they reach it, a sign comes into light, etched into stone above the wood.
‘History.’
For the second time the door creaks open as Danny reaches it, and again the hallway connected to it springs into life with fire, illuminating a long passageway filled with giant frames. All the pictures show one man, The Ripper himself, all in the ring with many faces not recognised by the camera, and one or two that are. Towards the end of the tunnel, names synonymous with Ripper’s wrestling career span into view. From Amber Ryan to Alex Cain, Raziel to Jarvis King, Dan Highlander to Hank Gunyon. Finally the tunnel opened up into a large room, a room filled with trophy cabinets, at least twenty of them, and each cabinet contained a wrestling belt, all bar one, which contained a ring.
“Each and every one of these belts is a replica of belts that I have won during my career, yes even the CWF world belt, I have the original, but that is kept in another place, underneath each and every one of them you’ll notice a stone tablet, etched into which are the time that I won these belts. Let’s start in the middle shall we, my pride and joy, the TICW world heavyweight championship.”
Danny steps across the room to the cabinet in the middle, a large gold belt, adorned with rubies and emeralds sparkles inside the glass, indeed the tablet beneath it showed many different etchings, eleven to be exact.
“The company I founded, grew to heights even I couldn’t imagine, and yes I led it to uncontrolled victory. This one was a real achievement, but there were many a naysayer that have said that the TICW belts, of which there are another five different belts in here were undeserved. That’s why I came to America in the first place, to prove that I could be the best anywhere. And that’s how I came to have these ones.”
Danny steps back on himself, and goes towards the two cabinets situated nearest the entrance. One cabinet contained two belts, fashioned with blue leather straps, and sapphires in the faceplate which read ‘Tag Team championship.’
“It took quite a bit of time for me to win my first gold in CWF, I wasn’t up to their speed apparently, but then I happened to win them when no one thought I would, after a four month hiatus, I return, get placed into a match with an enemy known as The Blue Scorpion, and prove to everyone that I can handle myself, from then on I carried that team, as Scorpion conspired with other people, planning ways to eliminate me so he could run of with his new fancy boy, that damned movie star, and to his slimy, disgusting credit, it worked, or so he thought. Funnily enough within a month of losing that belt, I had this one in my grasp.”
Danny turns his attention to the belt In the cabinet to the left, red and gold in colouring, accompanied by two etchings underneath.
The CWF World Heavyweight Championship, the one that everyone said I wouldn’t win, the one that everyone said that I would always be piped to the post for. Well, for those who don’t know their history, I walked into the triple cage match, I climbed to the top, and I took the belt, leaving two very heartbroken and disappointed people crumpled at the bottom. I didn’t hold it for long of course, the company was closed about thirty minutes later. But I proved it again, after nearly a year’s absence I walked into that cage with Hammer, and I, after nearly blowing us both up, walked out again. This means something to me because I never lost it, and as I say, still have the original to this day. Not to mention, they lead to this.”
Danny walks across the room to the other side, stopping in front of the cabinet containing the golden ring.
“The Golden ring, my Hall of Fame prize, a bittersweet day for me, but etched me forever in the annuals of professional wrestling history, a hall of famer. So I think this visual has served to show you all why I am better than each ad ever one of you, now I get onto what is coming this week. JEEVES, ASHTRAY!”
Without warning a butler appeared in the entranceway, Danny took the ashtray.
“Now shall we see what the headlines are today..?”
A picture finally flicks onto the broadcast video, Danny B is seen stood on a balcony behind him the picturesque green of Central Park comes into view, accompanied by the hustle and bustle of a New York day time.
“You know what really stinks, is that this is just my weekend home, my home could fit this apartment in its lobby.”
Danny cracks a pearly white smile as he takes a cigarette from a packet which resided on the table besides him, lit it up and turned to lean on the balcony.
“Even I have to admit this a spectacular view mind, sometimes the craziness of the city is better than the serene distilment of the countryside, oh what am I saying, it’s always better, but fuck it, I have to show status somehow.”
Danny takes in a long drag from the smoke, feeling the cold February air running through his golden hair.
“So back on point, why does this place make me better than you? Well simply it is a sign of how far you can come if you are good t what you do, When I started I was nothing more than a poor city boy England, not a damn penny to my name, now, well now just look at me. Look at this place, look at my cars. I have proved that I have earned the money. But money isn’t everything right? That can’t be argued with, and even I will admit I didn’t earn it all, some of it was donated. So where is the solid proof? Well most of that is back at the mansion, but I have enough here to prove to you why I am still the best in the world, I am gonna take you on a ride, and give you a little history lesson.”
Danny takes a final drag on the smoke, stubs it out on the balcony railing and flicks it out, watching as it falls down below, keeping an eyes until he cannot see it anymore, at which point he turns back to face the apartment.
“Actually, turn that thing off will you fella, I’m gonna take this party to where I can really show it all. See you in a minute people.”
The screen goes black, accompanied by an eerie silence that lasts all of five seconds, before the camera switches back on, the stars twinkle in the night sky as a giant mansion, almost castle-like in appearance pops into view.
“Ta da! The beauty of pre-records.”
Danny B now steps into view once again, he has removed his sunglasses this time, revealing the piercing green eyes that previously hid beneath them, he strokes his stubble as he looks up at the house, almost pondering it.
“Now this is something I can’t completely claim responsibility for, the house wasn’t mine, but now it is, that is a story for another day, but most of what’s inside, well that is mine.”
With that Danny begins to walk towards the mansion, as he does, the camera spins around to show a long winding gravel driveway splitting a huge forest, in the very far distance the twinkle of iron gates can be made out in the moonlight, the camera suddenly starts bobbing up and down as the person wielding it catches up with The Ripper, who now stands at the foot of a small stairwell.
“Hurry the fuck up will you? Jesus!”
Danny ascends the stairs, as he does so, the ten foot tall oak doors that stand in front of him creek open, not a pair of hands in sight. Danny walks straight through them, and as he does, the home, which was dark as the midnight sky, suddenly lights up as torches, situated neatly in sconces around the walls all burst into life.
“Fuck me sideways!”
Danny turns towards the camera, a flash of red streaks across his eyes.
“You’re here to film, not to contribute, one more word and you’ll be eating that camera for breakfast.”
Danny turns back into the room as the camera spans it. It becomes easy to see why the cameraman couldn’t hold in his words, Danny wasn’t joking, this was huge. A marble floor stretched beneath their feet, spanning what looked like a solid acre, tall wooden doors leading off from it, at least twenty of them lined neatly along the stone walls, in the centre a huge marble staircase stretches upwards, leading to more floor space thirty feet up. If he hadn’t of known better, the cameraman would have proclaimed that he had entered Hogwarts! It was as the camera was recording large portraits along the walls that Danny spoke again.
“Told you it was impressive didn’t I? I’ve inherited some pretty sweet stuff in my time, but this has to be one the best yet. There is a story behind how I came to call this home, and as I said, that is one for another time, now if you would like to follow me, I have something that needs to be seen.”
Danny starts walking across the lobby, humming happily to himself, he heads for one of the doors in the middle of the wall, and as they reach it, a sign comes into light, etched into stone above the wood.
‘History.’
For the second time the door creaks open as Danny reaches it, and again the hallway connected to it springs into life with fire, illuminating a long passageway filled with giant frames. All the pictures show one man, The Ripper himself, all in the ring with many faces not recognised by the camera, and one or two that are. Towards the end of the tunnel, names synonymous with Ripper’s wrestling career span into view. From Amber Ryan to Alex Cain, Raziel to Jarvis King, Dan Highlander to Hank Gunyon. Finally the tunnel opened up into a large room, a room filled with trophy cabinets, at least twenty of them, and each cabinet contained a wrestling belt, all bar one, which contained a ring.
“Each and every one of these belts is a replica of belts that I have won during my career, yes even the CWF world belt, I have the original, but that is kept in another place, underneath each and every one of them you’ll notice a stone tablet, etched into which are the time that I won these belts. Let’s start in the middle shall we, my pride and joy, the TICW world heavyweight championship.”
Danny steps across the room to the cabinet in the middle, a large gold belt, adorned with rubies and emeralds sparkles inside the glass, indeed the tablet beneath it showed many different etchings, eleven to be exact.
“The company I founded, grew to heights even I couldn’t imagine, and yes I led it to uncontrolled victory. This one was a real achievement, but there were many a naysayer that have said that the TICW belts, of which there are another five different belts in here were undeserved. That’s why I came to America in the first place, to prove that I could be the best anywhere. And that’s how I came to have these ones.”
Danny steps back on himself, and goes towards the two cabinets situated nearest the entrance. One cabinet contained two belts, fashioned with blue leather straps, and sapphires in the faceplate which read ‘Tag Team championship.’
“It took quite a bit of time for me to win my first gold in CWF, I wasn’t up to their speed apparently, but then I happened to win them when no one thought I would, after a four month hiatus, I return, get placed into a match with an enemy known as The Blue Scorpion, and prove to everyone that I can handle myself, from then on I carried that team, as Scorpion conspired with other people, planning ways to eliminate me so he could run of with his new fancy boy, that damned movie star, and to his slimy, disgusting credit, it worked, or so he thought. Funnily enough within a month of losing that belt, I had this one in my grasp.”
Danny turns his attention to the belt In the cabinet to the left, red and gold in colouring, accompanied by two etchings underneath.
The CWF World Heavyweight Championship, the one that everyone said I wouldn’t win, the one that everyone said that I would always be piped to the post for. Well, for those who don’t know their history, I walked into the triple cage match, I climbed to the top, and I took the belt, leaving two very heartbroken and disappointed people crumpled at the bottom. I didn’t hold it for long of course, the company was closed about thirty minutes later. But I proved it again, after nearly a year’s absence I walked into that cage with Hammer, and I, after nearly blowing us both up, walked out again. This means something to me because I never lost it, and as I say, still have the original to this day. Not to mention, they lead to this.”
Danny walks across the room to the other side, stopping in front of the cabinet containing the golden ring.
“The Golden ring, my Hall of Fame prize, a bittersweet day for me, but etched me forever in the annuals of professional wrestling history, a hall of famer. So I think this visual has served to show you all why I am better than each ad ever one of you, now I get onto what is coming this week. JEEVES, ASHTRAY!”
Without warning a butler appeared in the entranceway, Danny took the ashtray.
“Now shall we see what the headlines are today..?”