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(Bane walks out from the back wearing a pair of blue jeans, black boots,
and a black button up shirt that has seen better days. His newly won
Grand Championship is strapped around his waist. He stands at the top of
the walkway listening to a chorus of boos and jeers before he makes his
way down to the ring. Once he gets ringside, he takes the mic from the
announcer, walks up the ring step, and steps over the top rope. He
listens to the crowd's hatred for a few more seconds before he raises
the mic to his mouth.)
Bane:
You see what happens when someone actually gets a fair shot at
something? The best man always wins.
(The boos increase in volume while a few crumbled up pieces of paper are
thrown into the ring. Bane just sneers at this reaction.)
Bane:
Typical reaction from a bunch of monkeys, just throwing their shit
around. I wouldn't have expected any less from you.
(The heel heat increases even more as now some large cups of Coke come
flying into the ring, busting open when they hit the canvas and spilling
drink and ice over the mat. A loud man from the crowd starts yelling at
Bane to "get his racist ass out of here". Again, these actions don't
seem to bother Bane at all.)
Bane:
It doesn't matter what you throw, what you yell and scream, or what you
even think of me. I am your DCWL Grand Champion and I will remain your
DCWL Grand Champion until I decide to retire or quit this league.
(A chant starts out in the crowd.)
Crowd:
Please re-ti-re *Clap-Clap-clapclapclap*
Please re-ti-re *Clap-Clap-clapclapclap*
Please re-ti-re *Clap-Clap-clapclapclap*
Please re-ti-re *Clap-Clap-clapclapclap*
(Bane patiently waits for this chant to run its course before he continues.)
Bane:
You'd like that, wouldn't you? (A small pop from the crowd) Well have
you even thought about what would happen if I did that? I would retire
undefeated and as the current Grand Champion. It would automatically
cement me as the greatest wrestler to ever step into the ring here in
the DCWL, and there would be nothing that you could argue to contradict
that.
(The crowd boos once more.)
Bane:
Yeah, I knew that fact would piss you off. The truth always hurts more,
doesn't it? You're all now realizing that you need me to stay here so
that you can cling to the hope that someone else here… ANYONE else here…
will beat me for this belt.
(A small "Thompson!! Thompson!!" chant breaks out in the crowd. Beckson
listens to it for a few seconds as it picks up steam before he begins to
talk again.)
Bane:
That would be ideal, wouldn't it? Your favorite redskin rookie coming in
here and beating the horribly evil white supremist for the title. (A
small pop form the crowd.) Well, in case if you have forgotten, that
little Squall had his chance to face me one on one for this title at the
last show and now he's lucky to still even be walking around. I was
taking it easy on him when I almost broke his neck two times. I was
being nice when I simply pinned him instead of putting him in a
wheelchair that he would have to move around by blowing into a little
tube. I was even being nice to you all by not doing that. Can you
imagine what it would have been like him coming back for his sympathy
cheers? It would have taken him 20 minutes to blow himself down to
ringside. How would you like to pay you hard earned money to watch a
crippled Injun roll around this ring? Doesn't sound very entertaining,
does it?
(Some pretty good heel heat for that.)
Let me give you some advice, Thompson. Why don't you just follow your
heritage like the rest of your redskin tribe that you belong to and take
all of your earnings from your contract here and waste them at your
local Indian casino. Then, after you have blown all of your life savings
at that said casino, you can take your personal issues up with the
bottle. You can even use me as an excuse to become an alcoholic, if that
helps matters. And finally, once you've finally accomplished all of
this, you can look forward to some family driving cross country on their
vacation finding your decomposed body in a ditch off the side of the
road. Obviously you passed out there after a very difficult night of
dealing with your demons and you choked on your own vomit and no one was
there to help you. That's the path your people have chosen and one you
should follow along with. It suits your kind.
(Again, some major heel heat for this.)
Bane:
Yeah, yeah, I know. Everyone hates me for telling the truth. It seems
like even Leon Corella doesn't agree with the things I say. It seems to
me that he's pretty pissed that he lost to the little Indian that could.
If fact, he was SO pissed that he broke a camera with a sledge hammer.
Congrats Leon. Way to show your dominance over an inanimate object. That
will really show people how tough you are. And it's a good thing that
you used that weapon to really prove your point. I mean, if you would
have just punched or kicked the camera, we might not have known that you
were angry about losing your title shot. We might not have known what
you were doing at all. That hammer really drove in how you were feeling
at that time. I really hope I never make you angry enough that you might
break a TV or toaster oven with a hammer. I'd be really, really
intimidated if you did.
(Beckson looks down at the mat, sneers, and shakes his head.)
Bane:
You know the big difference between you and me, Leon? Well, other than
the fact that I am Grand Champion and the only title that you've come
close to holding is Alton West's Maple Leaf championship. The big
difference is that all you can do is make excuses. You think you're the
only one that's been held down due to backstage politics and affirmative
action issues? I think not. I've been held down and stepped on just so
those people get their shots just as much as you. If not more. Yet you
know what I've done about it? I made myself the best this business has
ever seen so no matter what they throw at me, I will prevail. I too had
a match with 5 other people but I wasn't pinned in the end by a lesser
person. No, I won my match in a dominating fashion. The same way I've
won my other matches. All you did was curl up in the end and lose.
That's how we're different.
You think it's shameful that I am champion. You think it's shameful
because I am an… "Anarchist Nazi Douchebag" I think were your exact
words… and it's bad to have me as a champion. Well, Leon, I would be
much more ashamed to have someone as a champion who doesn't have the
desire to be the best or the balls to stand up for what he believes in.
If you had the desire, it wouldn't have mattered how many people you
would have had to go through. You still would have found a way to win
and actually faced me for the Grand Championship. And if you had the
balls… well… you'd admit that everything that I am saying is the truth.
Do you think it's a coincidence that Thompson somehow got the last
entrance in your match? They wanted to give him the best chance to win
that match and they knew that if you did all the dirty work, you
wouldn't have enough energy, or heart, left to finish off that Injun.
And you know exactly who "they" are. "They" are the same ones who fined
Kid Way Cool and then put him in a career ending match with me after he
kicked some of us in the back of the head. Yet when that black bitch
Sierra Brown comes in and kicks someone in the face when that person
isn't expecting it, "they" don't do anything about it. "They" are the
ones who keep giving people like BA Jive, Max Turbo, and whatever other
non white ethnicity a shot at the Dangerous Championship even though
those people have never done anything to earn it. "They" are the ones
that try to keep people like you and me down, Leon. You know it and I
know it.
But I've finally done something about it. You, on the other hand, can
keep trying to please them.
(With that, Bane drops the mic in the center of the ring and makes his
way to the back.)
[END]
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