Post by corino on Sept 30, 2008 19:38:14 GMT -5
(The camera turns on and you see Steve Corino sitting in a blue folding chair, with his bag half open to the side. He has on blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a White shirt that has a picture of him bleeding, and on the back it says not even blood can stop a champion. He is looking down when he notices the camera, he flings his hair back and begins to talk.)
Steve Corino: This is what I get? After all the talk, you give me a guy named Mr. Murder? What are we in the rap game? Last I checked this was wrestling, I did not come here to waste my time facing wannabe rappers! I came here to win titles, and take this company to the top. How do I do they when they got me facing this Jobber? If you want to waste you most important person on your roster by putting me in these matches with no bodies that no one has ever herd of, thats up to you.
(Steve Corino looks at the camera and smiles, he then looks in his bag to grab a water bottle. He twist off the top and takes a sip, then then begins to talk again.)
Steve Corino: You see Mr. CEO, at one point or another, you will be forced to put me in a real match. So in tell then I will play this stupid little game you want me to play. I will mess around and faces these people who should not even be in the same ring as the King Of Old School. Mr. Murder you are the first one, if you can keep up you may learn something. Some one needs to explain to this guy that we are not in the rap game, we are in the wrestling game. He can pretend to be this thug, who murders people. Truth be told, Mr. Murder I am almost betting you never even hurt anyone. You like to come out with a cool name, hoping that your opponents will be fooled. Thinking that you maybe for real, is that your plan? Well I am here to ruin your plan, you see when you step between those ropes your in my ring. No one has owned that ring like I have, no one has won the titles that I have. Mr. Murder, you think you have a chance at my world title? You think that you can last in that ring with me? Well boy, your wrong, and you will find that out Thursday. You see Murder the fact is not you, not the CEO, or not any other wrestler in the back has the balls to stop me. You all realize that your out matched when your dealing with The King Of Old School. Mr. Murder you my stepping stone, nothing more nothing less, so get on all fours and prepare to get walked on.
(Steve Corino takes another drink of his water, he then twist the lid back on and puts it back in his bag. He then looks at the camera and gets up close, and starts to snarl, and yell.)
Steve Corino: The King Of Old School takes one step closer to capturing the world title, I don't care if its some wannabe rapper, Y2J, the CEO, or even Bret Hart. Stay out of my way and you will be fine, get in my way and I show you why I am Old School.
(Steve Corino pushes the camera away and it turns black.)
Steve Corino: This is what I get? After all the talk, you give me a guy named Mr. Murder? What are we in the rap game? Last I checked this was wrestling, I did not come here to waste my time facing wannabe rappers! I came here to win titles, and take this company to the top. How do I do they when they got me facing this Jobber? If you want to waste you most important person on your roster by putting me in these matches with no bodies that no one has ever herd of, thats up to you.
(Steve Corino looks at the camera and smiles, he then looks in his bag to grab a water bottle. He twist off the top and takes a sip, then then begins to talk again.)
Steve Corino: You see Mr. CEO, at one point or another, you will be forced to put me in a real match. So in tell then I will play this stupid little game you want me to play. I will mess around and faces these people who should not even be in the same ring as the King Of Old School. Mr. Murder you are the first one, if you can keep up you may learn something. Some one needs to explain to this guy that we are not in the rap game, we are in the wrestling game. He can pretend to be this thug, who murders people. Truth be told, Mr. Murder I am almost betting you never even hurt anyone. You like to come out with a cool name, hoping that your opponents will be fooled. Thinking that you maybe for real, is that your plan? Well I am here to ruin your plan, you see when you step between those ropes your in my ring. No one has owned that ring like I have, no one has won the titles that I have. Mr. Murder, you think you have a chance at my world title? You think that you can last in that ring with me? Well boy, your wrong, and you will find that out Thursday. You see Murder the fact is not you, not the CEO, or not any other wrestler in the back has the balls to stop me. You all realize that your out matched when your dealing with The King Of Old School. Mr. Murder you my stepping stone, nothing more nothing less, so get on all fours and prepare to get walked on.
(Steve Corino takes another drink of his water, he then twist the lid back on and puts it back in his bag. He then looks at the camera and gets up close, and starts to snarl, and yell.)
Steve Corino: The King Of Old School takes one step closer to capturing the world title, I don't care if its some wannabe rapper, Y2J, the CEO, or even Bret Hart. Stay out of my way and you will be fine, get in my way and I show you why I am Old School.
(Steve Corino pushes the camera away and it turns black.)