Post by "The Ripper" Danny B on Feb 14, 2014 9:43:24 GMT -5
It’s a beautiful starry night overhead; the moonlight illuminates blades of glass, giving them a majestic glow as they ruffle slightly in the minimal wind. A pair of black leather boots disturbs the tranquillity as they trample the grass beneath them. The boots belong to none other than “The Ripper” himself, who seems to be walking aimlessly through what seemed to be a giant field, surrounded by a dense forest. As the camera pans to take in the environment, it picks the glow of a huge building to the south, it seems only sensible that Danny B is still at his mansion home, and this national park sized grassland, was his back garden.
Danny stops suddenly, and turns his head up to the moonlight, his tied back golden hair reflecting a halo-like glow from the shine.
“There truly is nothing more beautiful than the night sky, peaceful, calm. This is something I do often, especially before a big performance. It helps me to relax, put everything in order; it allows me to be in the right frame of mind for anything to come.”
Danny resumes his slow pace across the grass, collecting dew drops on his boots as he goes, every step allowing tiny droplets of water to spring off before collecting new ones.
“So, from what I have heard, our favourite comedy act has weighed in on me, yet only slightly, it seems he has better things to do, hijacking comedy clubs for example, than worrying about me. Well I am sure that works for him, I believe I said in the past that you cannot manage both careers, alas it seems he is trying to do just that, although I will say the thing about the silent pee was pretty funny actually. You see Harold I don’t need to be seen to be there, eyes watching you from a distant shadow. That is about the only thing you got right, I can be a chameleon, hiding away when the occasion calls for it. Other than that, as usual, way off the mark mate.
When it comes to being myself, that is something I know how to do very well. Jones, I have never hidden the fact that I am smaller than most men who step into a wrestling ring, it has not hindered me to this point. See Jones I am more than comfortable being myself, the person that you see before you is no actor, well yes I am, but that isn’t the point right now, this is the person that I am. Some may call me sadistic, others uncontrollable, some even may worship me, whatever the world thinks about me becomes irrelevant rather quickly, because I have never cared what they think, and I have never cared how the world treats me. It does not stop my success in this business, and quite frankly any other venture I decide to step into.
So you’re a funny man, well at least you perceive yourself to be. That is great for you, it cannot be said that I do not have a wonderful sense of humour, despite my apparent appearance I love stand-up comedy as much as the next man. I was the next man! Indiana Jones, anyone? No, OK, you uncultured wankers. But Harold you will never be a great comedian, and you will never be a great wrestler, on the path you’re on, you are destined to be mediocre at best. Yet you call me a chameleon, I hide nothing, I have never attempted to just fit in anywhere, least of which wrestling federations, I come in with the aim of dominating and revolutionising these federations. That is the way I have always operated. I assume that you aren’t one for catching the Massacre broadcasts properly then? Otherwise that would have been very clear to you. I have not stood alone in the middle of that ring every week since my signing to look pretty, the girls do that for me, girls which Harold would woop you easily as I will, beautiful and talented, and I get stuck with you as my first opponent, sorry Creationists but if there ever was any functional proof of a lack of a deity, I give you Harold fucking Jones as an example.
So no Harold, I may not be the biggest guy in the locker room, and you may pretend that you aren’t scared to face me. But there is something coming to you this week, the likes of which you have never seen before, a pain that you will never want to feel again. You are nothing more than target practice this week buddy, a tables match to some might seem like a small blow off match, but to me it’s a warm up, a way to shake off the old ring rust. The last time I competed was a Royal Rumble in four weeks ago, so yeah maybe I need a fine tuning of the old instruments. Oh, I did good by the way, fifty minutes in the match, you couldn’t match that really could you, in comedy or wrestling. Although I only made four eliminations, you have far more during your stand-up routines than that don’t you? See you can beat me at something!
See Harold, after seeing you for a few weeks, I have decided you fall into two categories, the first of which is that you have never heard of me. That’s fine, your ignorance would be your downfall anywhere if you haven’t heard of something with as much history as I do. The second is that you wish to be me, the look, the attitude, the style, all very two-thousand-and-six Danny B. I doubt it’s that, you do seem way too stupid to be able to imitate anyone, but it’s a nice thought, although you certainly wouldn’t be the first.”
Danny stops till, and tilts his head up towards the night sky.
“You know, I said before that nothing can beat the city. I’ve been in cities all my life, until I inherited this place a couple of years ago, but even with this I only ever stay here when I’m wrestling, but there is something so serene about a quiet night sky. It can give a man perspective about how small he is in this world, how each and every one of us is bit a insignificant dot in the model of the universe. There’s one question that begs really isn’t there? If I’m an insignificant dot, what the hell does that make Jones?
I still get asked every day, through social media, and from those who see me in the streets, I read about it in dirtsheets and hear about it in podcasts, the world is wondering, why am I back? Why have all the feds I have ever worked for significantly smaller than the ones I have just left? GWR was smaller than CWF, and this place is a tiny pinprick in comparison.
The reason I came was a rather convoluted one, it had something to do with Amber Ryan, although I will not go into it right now, considering she has vanished off the face of the earth, I am sure if I was to go to her apartment in Dallas I would find her there, in a stupor, complaining about something. So why did I stick around? It’s not like I have any friendships backstage to hold onto is it? In fact for the most part they all make me wanna be sick, bunch of useless pathetic whining morons, well, there is MJ I guess… but hell that’s a different case. No the fact is there is no real concrete reason is there?
Well read this one, the other headline, it matters no to you or to anyone why I am here, the fact is I am, and although I contemplated not showing up this coming week at all, I am here and I will take over as the single most dominant star in the company’s history. There are some legends in OCW that I respect, not least of which are the office boys themselves, Dean and Lurrr, who has the worst rolling impediment on the planet may I add.
I guess the real reason is that I am a prideful man, I have built up some form of aura amongst these people, and many of them say that I will not be able to back it up once I am in the ring.
That is why I opted for this tables match, and then promptly had to remind our illustrious dementia riddled president that I had done so, this week I get to prove that I am not only as good as I say I am, but I am also as destructive. I’m a man that will take a close victory much harder than a decisive loss. If I lose, and I lost spectacularly, whomever defeated me was simply better than me on the night, it matters not to me because no one is better than me every night, and my revenge will be exacted somewhere down the line, I am a patient man, and I will wait to hold singles victories over every member of the roster, but a close win, means that I wasn’t dominant in a night, it means that I wasn’t in control of my own destiny, I quite like winning and I don’t mind losing, there is no middle ground for me. Every single week in that ring is the biggest match of my career as far as I’m concerned, so that is the way I wrestle, day in, day out. Period.
Some have said that my bark is much worse than my bite, and those people are in need of a history lesson, luckily for me I am also a teacher, and I am happy to provide that lesson to any that are winning to learn. Harold seems to be in that category, he seems not to understand the severity of what he is undertaking this week, his loos this week will not just impact his night, it will impact his entire career, and quite frankly could position him as the worst overall wrestler in the company. He needs to learn when it is time to shut up and put up, he won’t funny man his way through a dangerous match like this, he needs to be quicker stronger and smarter than I, and he fails on all three accounts.
I mentioned before how his chosen arsenal may hinder him in this match, I am sure that he is aware of this, as a high flier he knows that risk going into a match, but I never explained how my own arsenal was superior. To keep it short and sweet, as I am used to rambling on far more than this would you believe? My arsenal is grounded as well as aerial, seems a rather simple explanation doesn’t it? My point is that if he attempts to fly, I know how to counter it, and if he goes for the shock game by staying low, I am prepared for that also. I am a man that thinks before I act, every single move of mine is calculated, all risks taken into account
Well Harold, the more I talk about you, the more I am itching to get in there with you, so I feel I should wrap this up and save something for Monday night. Your game is to create a joke here and there, and hope that people will like you for it, I am afraid young man, that this week, the joke is on you. Compare me to whatever animal you so wish, I take them all as a compliment, each and every creature on this planet has evolved to be superior than another in some way, even the humble earthworm can regenerate, something that has eluded our ‘superior’ species so far. I am as wild as a jackal, as dangerous as a bear and as cunning as a fox, but most importantly I am as quick and as deadly as a viper. So here’s my lesson to you Headliner, wrestling, quite like your comedy, is an art, and when each stroke of the brush is deadly brilliant you will find yourself painted red by Da Vinci himself. Prepare for the worst, and that might give you some hope of surviving this match.
Sono i draconici, io sono il ripper. La tua vita è nelle mie mani. Rip. Strappare. Uccidere.”
Danny walks away into the moonlight, his job, as he well knows, is only half done.
Danny stops suddenly, and turns his head up to the moonlight, his tied back golden hair reflecting a halo-like glow from the shine.
“There truly is nothing more beautiful than the night sky, peaceful, calm. This is something I do often, especially before a big performance. It helps me to relax, put everything in order; it allows me to be in the right frame of mind for anything to come.”
Danny resumes his slow pace across the grass, collecting dew drops on his boots as he goes, every step allowing tiny droplets of water to spring off before collecting new ones.
“So, from what I have heard, our favourite comedy act has weighed in on me, yet only slightly, it seems he has better things to do, hijacking comedy clubs for example, than worrying about me. Well I am sure that works for him, I believe I said in the past that you cannot manage both careers, alas it seems he is trying to do just that, although I will say the thing about the silent pee was pretty funny actually. You see Harold I don’t need to be seen to be there, eyes watching you from a distant shadow. That is about the only thing you got right, I can be a chameleon, hiding away when the occasion calls for it. Other than that, as usual, way off the mark mate.
When it comes to being myself, that is something I know how to do very well. Jones, I have never hidden the fact that I am smaller than most men who step into a wrestling ring, it has not hindered me to this point. See Jones I am more than comfortable being myself, the person that you see before you is no actor, well yes I am, but that isn’t the point right now, this is the person that I am. Some may call me sadistic, others uncontrollable, some even may worship me, whatever the world thinks about me becomes irrelevant rather quickly, because I have never cared what they think, and I have never cared how the world treats me. It does not stop my success in this business, and quite frankly any other venture I decide to step into.
So you’re a funny man, well at least you perceive yourself to be. That is great for you, it cannot be said that I do not have a wonderful sense of humour, despite my apparent appearance I love stand-up comedy as much as the next man. I was the next man! Indiana Jones, anyone? No, OK, you uncultured wankers. But Harold you will never be a great comedian, and you will never be a great wrestler, on the path you’re on, you are destined to be mediocre at best. Yet you call me a chameleon, I hide nothing, I have never attempted to just fit in anywhere, least of which wrestling federations, I come in with the aim of dominating and revolutionising these federations. That is the way I have always operated. I assume that you aren’t one for catching the Massacre broadcasts properly then? Otherwise that would have been very clear to you. I have not stood alone in the middle of that ring every week since my signing to look pretty, the girls do that for me, girls which Harold would woop you easily as I will, beautiful and talented, and I get stuck with you as my first opponent, sorry Creationists but if there ever was any functional proof of a lack of a deity, I give you Harold fucking Jones as an example.
So no Harold, I may not be the biggest guy in the locker room, and you may pretend that you aren’t scared to face me. But there is something coming to you this week, the likes of which you have never seen before, a pain that you will never want to feel again. You are nothing more than target practice this week buddy, a tables match to some might seem like a small blow off match, but to me it’s a warm up, a way to shake off the old ring rust. The last time I competed was a Royal Rumble in four weeks ago, so yeah maybe I need a fine tuning of the old instruments. Oh, I did good by the way, fifty minutes in the match, you couldn’t match that really could you, in comedy or wrestling. Although I only made four eliminations, you have far more during your stand-up routines than that don’t you? See you can beat me at something!
See Harold, after seeing you for a few weeks, I have decided you fall into two categories, the first of which is that you have never heard of me. That’s fine, your ignorance would be your downfall anywhere if you haven’t heard of something with as much history as I do. The second is that you wish to be me, the look, the attitude, the style, all very two-thousand-and-six Danny B. I doubt it’s that, you do seem way too stupid to be able to imitate anyone, but it’s a nice thought, although you certainly wouldn’t be the first.”
Danny stops till, and tilts his head up towards the night sky.
“You know, I said before that nothing can beat the city. I’ve been in cities all my life, until I inherited this place a couple of years ago, but even with this I only ever stay here when I’m wrestling, but there is something so serene about a quiet night sky. It can give a man perspective about how small he is in this world, how each and every one of us is bit a insignificant dot in the model of the universe. There’s one question that begs really isn’t there? If I’m an insignificant dot, what the hell does that make Jones?
I still get asked every day, through social media, and from those who see me in the streets, I read about it in dirtsheets and hear about it in podcasts, the world is wondering, why am I back? Why have all the feds I have ever worked for significantly smaller than the ones I have just left? GWR was smaller than CWF, and this place is a tiny pinprick in comparison.
The reason I came was a rather convoluted one, it had something to do with Amber Ryan, although I will not go into it right now, considering she has vanished off the face of the earth, I am sure if I was to go to her apartment in Dallas I would find her there, in a stupor, complaining about something. So why did I stick around? It’s not like I have any friendships backstage to hold onto is it? In fact for the most part they all make me wanna be sick, bunch of useless pathetic whining morons, well, there is MJ I guess… but hell that’s a different case. No the fact is there is no real concrete reason is there?
Well read this one, the other headline, it matters no to you or to anyone why I am here, the fact is I am, and although I contemplated not showing up this coming week at all, I am here and I will take over as the single most dominant star in the company’s history. There are some legends in OCW that I respect, not least of which are the office boys themselves, Dean and Lurrr, who has the worst rolling impediment on the planet may I add.
I guess the real reason is that I am a prideful man, I have built up some form of aura amongst these people, and many of them say that I will not be able to back it up once I am in the ring.
That is why I opted for this tables match, and then promptly had to remind our illustrious dementia riddled president that I had done so, this week I get to prove that I am not only as good as I say I am, but I am also as destructive. I’m a man that will take a close victory much harder than a decisive loss. If I lose, and I lost spectacularly, whomever defeated me was simply better than me on the night, it matters not to me because no one is better than me every night, and my revenge will be exacted somewhere down the line, I am a patient man, and I will wait to hold singles victories over every member of the roster, but a close win, means that I wasn’t dominant in a night, it means that I wasn’t in control of my own destiny, I quite like winning and I don’t mind losing, there is no middle ground for me. Every single week in that ring is the biggest match of my career as far as I’m concerned, so that is the way I wrestle, day in, day out. Period.
Some have said that my bark is much worse than my bite, and those people are in need of a history lesson, luckily for me I am also a teacher, and I am happy to provide that lesson to any that are winning to learn. Harold seems to be in that category, he seems not to understand the severity of what he is undertaking this week, his loos this week will not just impact his night, it will impact his entire career, and quite frankly could position him as the worst overall wrestler in the company. He needs to learn when it is time to shut up and put up, he won’t funny man his way through a dangerous match like this, he needs to be quicker stronger and smarter than I, and he fails on all three accounts.
I mentioned before how his chosen arsenal may hinder him in this match, I am sure that he is aware of this, as a high flier he knows that risk going into a match, but I never explained how my own arsenal was superior. To keep it short and sweet, as I am used to rambling on far more than this would you believe? My arsenal is grounded as well as aerial, seems a rather simple explanation doesn’t it? My point is that if he attempts to fly, I know how to counter it, and if he goes for the shock game by staying low, I am prepared for that also. I am a man that thinks before I act, every single move of mine is calculated, all risks taken into account
Well Harold, the more I talk about you, the more I am itching to get in there with you, so I feel I should wrap this up and save something for Monday night. Your game is to create a joke here and there, and hope that people will like you for it, I am afraid young man, that this week, the joke is on you. Compare me to whatever animal you so wish, I take them all as a compliment, each and every creature on this planet has evolved to be superior than another in some way, even the humble earthworm can regenerate, something that has eluded our ‘superior’ species so far. I am as wild as a jackal, as dangerous as a bear and as cunning as a fox, but most importantly I am as quick and as deadly as a viper. So here’s my lesson to you Headliner, wrestling, quite like your comedy, is an art, and when each stroke of the brush is deadly brilliant you will find yourself painted red by Da Vinci himself. Prepare for the worst, and that might give you some hope of surviving this match.
Sono i draconici, io sono il ripper. La tua vita è nelle mie mani. Rip. Strappare. Uccidere.”
Danny walks away into the moonlight, his job, as he well knows, is only half done.