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Date Posted: 06:38:21 04/28/01 Sat
Author: Diablo
Subject: A Public Appaulogy...

The scene opens up in a small room with dozens of reporters. There is a hWf banner behind a podium with a mic. The walls that are covered by the sign are completely white, as the carpets are blue. All the reports in the room are dressed seriously and are ready for whomever is coming out, with there records and notepads in hand. They are talking between each other, waiting for this press conference to begin.
Suddenly, a man in a suit enters the room. He walks up the platform and behind the podium. He looks around at the crowd and begins to speak...

Man- Ladies and Gentlemen of the press, I believe you all know why you are all here. So there is no need to keep all of you waiting. Remember, all comments and questions are to be reserved for the end of this conference. We are all civilized people. well at least all of use currently in this room...

The man waits awhile for the crowd to laugh. He's going to be waiting a while, with jokes like that. The room is so quiet the crickets aren't even moving. He loosens his collar and talks into the microphone again...

Man- Well, I don't mean to waste your time. I'll hand the floor over to...

Before the man can finish his sentance, the doors of the right of the stage crash open. Out comes Diablo, strangely, in a suit and tie, with his hair tied back. He looks at the man who has left the stage and holds out his hand, for a handshake. The two men shake hands, all in the room are stunned and begin to murmur amongst themselves. Diablo walks onto the stage and behind the standing podium.
He clears his throat looking throughout the room making sure he's got everyones attention.
He ajusts the microphone and begins his speech...

Diablo- [with a calm and confident voice]Ladies and gentlemen of the press. I think you are all aware of the reason of this conference. If not then allow me to refresh your memories. My opponent for this Saturday has brought something to the attention of the hWf. It seems that Brian Justice, as well as others, believe I have a problem with cursing. And as I've been told...[a little angered] frequently calm again} it is not a good image that should be repreasenting the hWf's finest athletes.
So i am here to day, standing before all of you and whomever is watching right now, to say... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the exaple that I have poorly set for the young people of America. But mostly, I'm sorry...{rips of his tie and throws it to the floor]...I'm sorry that the muthaf***in bitch, Justice don't like my f***in' language. {looks at camera] You think I give a damn what you think "Prettyboy". The only person who gives a damn what you say is your one and only fan whos probably soiling his matress looking at your poster. You think your the big bad international superstar? you think Diablo is not worthy of that title? Well Justice let me teach you a little sumthin'. I AM the King of HaRDCoRe, and when you come into my house you have to prove you are even worthy of steppin' on the Welcome mat.
You like to come out and make challenges with a sledgehammer in hand and two door crack whores at your side, but when it comes to accepting the challenges from a wrestler who actually has "a pair" your no where to be seen.
So Brian Justice know one thing when you drive to the arena, into my house this Saturday. This ain't about honor, it ain't about respect, it ain't about pride. This is about worth, who's worthy for gold, who is the true champion. And I'll tell you right now "Prettyboy" I haven't fought in over a week. Justinsane was nothing. So you best watch your back is Saturday. Cuz there won't be any pin falls, nay submissions, there will only be Diablo knocking you the f*** out and proving once again, that when you mess with Diablo your gonna get burnt!

Diablo stares at the camera for a while and the takes of his suit and throws it to the floor. He lets his hair fall as he begins to walk of the stage. Suddenly everyone in the room begins to stand, and yell out there questions for Diablo. One man, in the front row, yells above the crowd getting Diablo's attention...

Reporter- Diablo, you are know as the self-proclaimed King of hardcore. If this stands true, why haven't you been booked in a more extreme match-up as we have seen in the past?

Diablo stops mid way to the doors right of the stage. He pauses and turns to the man. He walks up right in front of him and looks at him. The man backs away expecting to get hurt...

Diablo- What the hell do you think this, a Press Conference?!

Reporter- Actually, yeah...

Diablo- Shut your mouth! If I gave a damn, I'd tell you what you thought. You want to know why I haven't been booked in a more "extreme" match? Because I didn't want to...I didn't want to waste my time taking the ladders out of the garage, bringing the ladders, the barrbed wire, steelcages... there ain't no "Prettyboy" worth getting blood on my brass knuckles. Now if there isn't anymore questions...

Diablo turns around and begins to walk away.

Reporter- Actually, I do have one more question to ask...

Diablo stops and pauses. He slowly begins to turn around with his head held up...

Diablo- Let me ask you a question...have you ever been in a hardcore match?

Reporter- {chuckling] Of couse not. I'm not a wrestler, I'm gets a reporter. What kind of question is that?

Diablo- Well, your about to get your first lesson...

Diablo takes a step back at looks at the man for a while, he examines him from head to foot. He pauses for a second as the reporter stands looking confused. He turns around to say something to another reporter, but as soon as he turns around he is met with Diablo's Message! The man is one the floor only half conscous. Diablo walks to him and stands over the reporter...

Diablo- That was the Lesson that Brian Justice will learn on Saturday. When you walk into my house you better watch your ass. Cuz if you ain't worthy to step foot into my ring, I'm just gonna have to take you out with the rest of the trash!

The scene closes with a shot of Diablo stand over the broken man, then storming out of the conference room...

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