Post by Chris Angel on May 6, 2010 7:58:44 GMT -6
There was a grimace on Angel's face as he watched his opponent's promo. Suddenly aware of the camera, he turns the television off and begins to speak.
"The fact that you called the team of Syco and Levetation idiots doesn't really make you look good. I mean do you want to go down in history as the team that could beat idiots? Hmmm maybe that's the look you're going for, I don't care. Can't say I care either. You won't get any arguments from me I'll tell you this much.
But I will tell you something. You said I made a mistake by speaking first? No, I didn't. In fact, what I did was lay the foundation and set the bait and like good little fishes with a death wish, you wiggled your way into my hook. You see, I'm not really good at making conversation. I can't start a conversation to save my life. But what I can do is continue it. And you've given me more than enough ammo to use against you. Let's face it, you had a better chance of beating me if you stayed silent, as weird as that sounds.
And yes, I know this is a handicap match, you don't have to keep shouting at me. Two versus One, the odds couldn't hate you guys even more. I mean it's simple math. One beats two…right? Well, at least, that’s the kind of math I'm quite used to anyway. I guess thus you can say I am a glutton for punishment, but you must be really thick headed if you think you could dish any sort of punishment to me. I mean sure, you'll hurt me…like an ant bite but I'll get over it, I promise. If that's what you meant by softening me up for Clinton…then good, otherwise…creepy.
But I can see you boys have a lot of getting ready to do so I won't hold you back. Just make sure when you get in that ring with me, you come with a clue because if you think beating me would be the same as beating those two idiots, then you're in for a world of hurt.
Then again, you're in for a world of hurt anyway so all's good."
With a grin, Angel turns away from the camera and the scene fades to black.
"The fact that you called the team of Syco and Levetation idiots doesn't really make you look good. I mean do you want to go down in history as the team that could beat idiots? Hmmm maybe that's the look you're going for, I don't care. Can't say I care either. You won't get any arguments from me I'll tell you this much.
But I will tell you something. You said I made a mistake by speaking first? No, I didn't. In fact, what I did was lay the foundation and set the bait and like good little fishes with a death wish, you wiggled your way into my hook. You see, I'm not really good at making conversation. I can't start a conversation to save my life. But what I can do is continue it. And you've given me more than enough ammo to use against you. Let's face it, you had a better chance of beating me if you stayed silent, as weird as that sounds.
And yes, I know this is a handicap match, you don't have to keep shouting at me. Two versus One, the odds couldn't hate you guys even more. I mean it's simple math. One beats two…right? Well, at least, that’s the kind of math I'm quite used to anyway. I guess thus you can say I am a glutton for punishment, but you must be really thick headed if you think you could dish any sort of punishment to me. I mean sure, you'll hurt me…like an ant bite but I'll get over it, I promise. If that's what you meant by softening me up for Clinton…then good, otherwise…creepy.
But I can see you boys have a lot of getting ready to do so I won't hold you back. Just make sure when you get in that ring with me, you come with a clue because if you think beating me would be the same as beating those two idiots, then you're in for a world of hurt.
Then again, you're in for a world of hurt anyway so all's good."
With a grin, Angel turns away from the camera and the scene fades to black.
