Post by Pegasus on Apr 1, 2006 0:11:48 GMT -5
He sat with the chair tilted back against the wall, his hands rubbing slow circles on his temples. He just never got into doing promos like this that much, as he never seemed to do them well. He jumbled words, and that was if he could even find the words he wanted to say in the first place. Some people were born for this kind of stuff, they can get in front of the camera and turn nothing into twenty minutes of something. Pegasus though... nope. He wasn't a genius when it came to words, and if anything, he'd be happy if SOMETHING came from his mouth. Sure he could talk... but being able to say things that people actually listened to, that was something he was afraid he'd never master. So he sat, chair still tilted and fingers still circling on his temples, and did his best to piece together what he'd say today.
Alright Pegs, we are all set up and ready to go. Just give me the signal and I'll start recording.
His fingers stopped rubbing his temples, and he leaned forward to make the chair's front legs hit the floor with a thud. He wasn't ready. All the words he wanted to say, they all eluded him at the moment. He couldn't wait any longer though, and he gave a thumbs up sign to the cameraman as decided to "shoot from the hip" as it were. The red light on the camera blinked to life.
Well, as much as I could run my mouth about things, I want to keep this short and as close to the point as possible. It has come to my attention that I need to talk about two things, and one of those things is NCM. The second thing I need to talk about invlves my other opponent, a man that goes by the name Atlas. So, I think we'll save NCM for later, and get right into Atlas. Shall we?
So far so good... he hoped. He sighed... man did he suck at this stuff, and he knew it. It brought a smile to his face as he said that to himself and leaned his chair back against the wall again. Oh right... back to the promo...
Ya see Atlas, I really could care less about me. Call me a loser, a washed up wrestler, or even a... what is a good insult these days... fag? He shrugs. It'll work... but you get my point I hope. I really don't care what you say about me, as I'll just laugh it all off in the end anyways. Some things do tend to get me a little riled up as it were. Religion, for one thing. Something you seem to Making the bunny ears with his fingers as he says it. "know" so much about. It's funny though... you were the one that claimed they are the ignorant people, but what they have done still seems to make more sense to me than anything I've heard come out of your mouth.
Yes Atlas, you are the ignorant one. You are right about one thing though... many people have given their lives for religion. You said it wasn't for a reason though, and that was where you became the ignorant one. Why do they go and give their lives for their religion? It's because they believe in it Atlas, and they will even put their lives on the line for it. Having that much belief in religion, putting that much faith into religion... that's something to me Atlas. Have you ever been willing to put your life on the line for anything Atlas? I'm willing to bet you haven't. Not because you are scared to, I just don't think you have found something worth dieing for. These people have that though. They are willing to put their lives on the line in the name of their Gods, prophets, and whatever else they have. Call that nothing if you want Atlas, but you come talk to me when you have something worth dieing for. Something you treasure so much that you would make the ultimate sacrifice to protect... and you tell me that what those people died for is still nothing.
He leans forward causing the chair to drop all four legs to the ground again. He doesn't stop there though, as he leans forward so that he is almost tipping out of the chair.
Don't you ever.. EVER tell me that what they died for was nothing. Someone dieing for nothing is when people are randomly shot. Dieing for nothing is when you find yourself down and out of luck so you take your own life. That is dieing for nothing. What you are talking about though, it is something far beyond what you can understand. Did they die for something Atlas? You better believe they did, every one of them. Whatever religion, whoever they worshipped... making that kind of a sacrifice, that is something, Atlas. And that is a matter of fact.
He leaned back into the chair, somewhat satisfied with the way things were going now. He was no Ace Anderson who could talk for hours it seemed, but he was getting the job done.
To me Atlas, what those people did is something that you will probably never understand, and you will never be in the same position as them. So make sure that you understand what you make fun of before you mock it, because some people just don't like that. Almost every single one of those people that died fighting for their religion, they are heroes to their people. That is something that you could only ever dream of. Sorry Atlas, but you are the ignorant one, and I'm through with you.
He leans back in the chair again, lifting the front up and tilting the back against the wall so it will stay. Kinda felt funny doing it... he used to do it when he was younger. Would always get scolded for it to, and then told it would ruin the chair. It brought a smile to his face... the cameraman gave him a funny look. Right... back to the promo... again.
The next person I want to address is none other than Non Compos Mentis. It's been a pleasure watching you rise through the ranks Mentis, and to be honest I was always cheering for you in the back. To be honest, I always had a small part of me hoping you'd beat me when we face each other one on one. And you haven't disappointed... until now. I respect you NCM, as a person and as a wrestler. I admire the drive you've shown the past few months. But what you did NCM... what you did in that ring against me last week. That wasn't wrestling, that wasn't even you. There was no respect shown like I'd expect from you, only a man on a rampage. I don't know who you even were in there, but I do know that something has to be done. So whatever Evil is in you NCM, I suggest you destroy it or Banks won't be the one that you'll have to worry about, it will be me. As much as it pains me to do so, I also do know that I can not let you to run freely with that Evil living inside you.
So NCM, I suggest you learn to control whatever Evil it is in you, and whether it was brought about by your greed for the title, or if this is who you truly are and your are finally letting it be known, I will not hesitate to take things into my own hands if you don't do it yourself. So please Mentis, fight it... or I will fight you, and my purpose won't be to just get a win over you. And with that, I suppose I should say something about my...
Something stops him in mid-sentence, something that shouldn't be there. Out of the corner of his eye he catches it, another person in the room. He lightly cocks his head to the side to view better, and sure enough, Melissa leans against the wall, arms crossed, a concentrated look upon her face. He didn't know how long she'd been there... but she was listening, and listening intently. It felt odd... having someone listen to him in the same room other than the camera person. It felt... nice... in a way.
Uh... about my tag partner for the week. He finally turns his full attention back to the camera, a small smile on his face. So, Benjamin Banks, it's good to have you back. And as impressive as your win over The Prophet was last week, I still question how ready you are to be in the ring. So I ask you, as your tag team partner, as your friend, as an opponent sometime down the road perhaps, I want you to prove to me you still belong in that ring. And there is no better time than our match we have coming up. How about it Banks, can I count on you do that for me? Who knows, maybe we'll get stuck together again if we turn enough heads. Heh, but that's all I've got for you now, so to Banks and our opponents, I'll see ya at Trauma.
He leans forward to set the chair down before standing, and quickly held out a hand to the cameraman. They shook, and Pegasus leaned in close and whispered a "Thank you" to him. It was something not often done, and Pegasus felt they deserved atleast that. He then turned his attention to the female still leaning against the wall. He opened his mouth, but she held a finger to his lips to silence him.
I have my ways for getting into places, not even your PCW arena could hold me out. And anyways... I wanted to see you... maybe ask if you wanted to hang out tonight? Huh huh huh, can we? Puh-leaaaaaaaaase Peggy?
She even went so far as to put on the "Sad puppy dog face" as it's called. He started laughing about it first, and she soon followed. The fact that she called him Peggy also added to his little spout of laughter. It was cute he thought... not something he'd like to be called all the time, but still cute.
Heh... well, I have to go back to my hotel first, but then we could...
She cut him off... she was good at that.
Sounds good, we can hang out at your place tonight then.
Yea... my place sounds good...
He was wondering if his voice sounded as unexcited about that as he really was. His place wasn't what you'd call nice... nothing more than a hotel room was all. But, he wouldn't deny the lady of "hanging out" tonight. So, his place it was... yea... sounds reeeal good...
Alright Pegs, we are all set up and ready to go. Just give me the signal and I'll start recording.
His fingers stopped rubbing his temples, and he leaned forward to make the chair's front legs hit the floor with a thud. He wasn't ready. All the words he wanted to say, they all eluded him at the moment. He couldn't wait any longer though, and he gave a thumbs up sign to the cameraman as decided to "shoot from the hip" as it were. The red light on the camera blinked to life.
Well, as much as I could run my mouth about things, I want to keep this short and as close to the point as possible. It has come to my attention that I need to talk about two things, and one of those things is NCM. The second thing I need to talk about invlves my other opponent, a man that goes by the name Atlas. So, I think we'll save NCM for later, and get right into Atlas. Shall we?
So far so good... he hoped. He sighed... man did he suck at this stuff, and he knew it. It brought a smile to his face as he said that to himself and leaned his chair back against the wall again. Oh right... back to the promo...
Ya see Atlas, I really could care less about me. Call me a loser, a washed up wrestler, or even a... what is a good insult these days... fag? He shrugs. It'll work... but you get my point I hope. I really don't care what you say about me, as I'll just laugh it all off in the end anyways. Some things do tend to get me a little riled up as it were. Religion, for one thing. Something you seem to Making the bunny ears with his fingers as he says it. "know" so much about. It's funny though... you were the one that claimed they are the ignorant people, but what they have done still seems to make more sense to me than anything I've heard come out of your mouth.
Yes Atlas, you are the ignorant one. You are right about one thing though... many people have given their lives for religion. You said it wasn't for a reason though, and that was where you became the ignorant one. Why do they go and give their lives for their religion? It's because they believe in it Atlas, and they will even put their lives on the line for it. Having that much belief in religion, putting that much faith into religion... that's something to me Atlas. Have you ever been willing to put your life on the line for anything Atlas? I'm willing to bet you haven't. Not because you are scared to, I just don't think you have found something worth dieing for. These people have that though. They are willing to put their lives on the line in the name of their Gods, prophets, and whatever else they have. Call that nothing if you want Atlas, but you come talk to me when you have something worth dieing for. Something you treasure so much that you would make the ultimate sacrifice to protect... and you tell me that what those people died for is still nothing.
He leans forward causing the chair to drop all four legs to the ground again. He doesn't stop there though, as he leans forward so that he is almost tipping out of the chair.
Don't you ever.. EVER tell me that what they died for was nothing. Someone dieing for nothing is when people are randomly shot. Dieing for nothing is when you find yourself down and out of luck so you take your own life. That is dieing for nothing. What you are talking about though, it is something far beyond what you can understand. Did they die for something Atlas? You better believe they did, every one of them. Whatever religion, whoever they worshipped... making that kind of a sacrifice, that is something, Atlas. And that is a matter of fact.
He leaned back into the chair, somewhat satisfied with the way things were going now. He was no Ace Anderson who could talk for hours it seemed, but he was getting the job done.
To me Atlas, what those people did is something that you will probably never understand, and you will never be in the same position as them. So make sure that you understand what you make fun of before you mock it, because some people just don't like that. Almost every single one of those people that died fighting for their religion, they are heroes to their people. That is something that you could only ever dream of. Sorry Atlas, but you are the ignorant one, and I'm through with you.
He leans back in the chair again, lifting the front up and tilting the back against the wall so it will stay. Kinda felt funny doing it... he used to do it when he was younger. Would always get scolded for it to, and then told it would ruin the chair. It brought a smile to his face... the cameraman gave him a funny look. Right... back to the promo... again.
The next person I want to address is none other than Non Compos Mentis. It's been a pleasure watching you rise through the ranks Mentis, and to be honest I was always cheering for you in the back. To be honest, I always had a small part of me hoping you'd beat me when we face each other one on one. And you haven't disappointed... until now. I respect you NCM, as a person and as a wrestler. I admire the drive you've shown the past few months. But what you did NCM... what you did in that ring against me last week. That wasn't wrestling, that wasn't even you. There was no respect shown like I'd expect from you, only a man on a rampage. I don't know who you even were in there, but I do know that something has to be done. So whatever Evil is in you NCM, I suggest you destroy it or Banks won't be the one that you'll have to worry about, it will be me. As much as it pains me to do so, I also do know that I can not let you to run freely with that Evil living inside you.
So NCM, I suggest you learn to control whatever Evil it is in you, and whether it was brought about by your greed for the title, or if this is who you truly are and your are finally letting it be known, I will not hesitate to take things into my own hands if you don't do it yourself. So please Mentis, fight it... or I will fight you, and my purpose won't be to just get a win over you. And with that, I suppose I should say something about my...
Something stops him in mid-sentence, something that shouldn't be there. Out of the corner of his eye he catches it, another person in the room. He lightly cocks his head to the side to view better, and sure enough, Melissa leans against the wall, arms crossed, a concentrated look upon her face. He didn't know how long she'd been there... but she was listening, and listening intently. It felt odd... having someone listen to him in the same room other than the camera person. It felt... nice... in a way.
Uh... about my tag partner for the week. He finally turns his full attention back to the camera, a small smile on his face. So, Benjamin Banks, it's good to have you back. And as impressive as your win over The Prophet was last week, I still question how ready you are to be in the ring. So I ask you, as your tag team partner, as your friend, as an opponent sometime down the road perhaps, I want you to prove to me you still belong in that ring. And there is no better time than our match we have coming up. How about it Banks, can I count on you do that for me? Who knows, maybe we'll get stuck together again if we turn enough heads. Heh, but that's all I've got for you now, so to Banks and our opponents, I'll see ya at Trauma.
He leans forward to set the chair down before standing, and quickly held out a hand to the cameraman. They shook, and Pegasus leaned in close and whispered a "Thank you" to him. It was something not often done, and Pegasus felt they deserved atleast that. He then turned his attention to the female still leaning against the wall. He opened his mouth, but she held a finger to his lips to silence him.
I have my ways for getting into places, not even your PCW arena could hold me out. And anyways... I wanted to see you... maybe ask if you wanted to hang out tonight? Huh huh huh, can we? Puh-leaaaaaaaaase Peggy?
She even went so far as to put on the "Sad puppy dog face" as it's called. He started laughing about it first, and she soon followed. The fact that she called him Peggy also added to his little spout of laughter. It was cute he thought... not something he'd like to be called all the time, but still cute.
Heh... well, I have to go back to my hotel first, but then we could...
She cut him off... she was good at that.
Sounds good, we can hang out at your place tonight then.
Yea... my place sounds good...
He was wondering if his voice sounded as unexcited about that as he really was. His place wasn't what you'd call nice... nothing more than a hotel room was all. But, he wouldn't deny the lady of "hanging out" tonight. So, his place it was... yea... sounds reeeal good...