2014.07.17: PWN - LEGACY - Do You Like Me Now
The forces of evil can never destroy.
The powers of the Wonderman.
The Wonderman Wayne Williams stood in front of a Legacy Wrestling backdrop, with a microphone in his right hand, a fur coat over his body and shades covering his eyes. Williams smiled as he looked at the camera, taking off his shades with his left hands and engaging with the camera - moving his eyebrows up and down.
"You're right. We stayed quiet. We stayed quiet however because we were busy working our asses off in the gym, becoming better, and improving our craft because thats what it is all about. Innovation is the key word my friend, and myself and Joey Edwards define the word innovation. Whilst you guys have been bitching about us, we've actually been doing work - training. We've actually done something towards our match - that actually might benefit us, whilst you two weasels have remained in the cameras, trying to convince these people why our match is in your hands. Trying to convince these people, why you guys are going to win. Trying to manipulate the audiences to your favor. They're already by your side boys, they don't like us. They don't like us because we have a purpose to cause havoc. That's why they don't like us. And because of that; we'll continue to receive boo's week in and week out but thats fine. Thats totally fine. As long as we're winning, which we are, it's totally fine that we're hated. Whats not fine however, is being disrespect and thats what you guys have shown towards us, pure disrespect."
The Wonderman lowered his microphone, placing his shades back on his face before he continued.
"First of all, I'm sick and tired of these accusations, these prejudgments that mister Steen will have any interferences in our upcoming match. We've already stated that he isn't going to be involved. We've already told you! We've won matches in the past without his assistance, and we can do it again. Secondly, I've recently just watched the promo that Windermear cut - a very fascinating promo. A promo that to me mean't nothing, because most of it was invalid. Windermear, first of all, I made an introduction a few weeks ago to this company. I stated a couple of things I've won in the past, and I stated a few big names I've defeated in the past too. That's it. And you're continuously trying to pin on me, that I live in the past.
Oh believe in me when I say I don't. I live in the moment. The now. The present. And right now, I'm fit, healthy and ready to kick your ass into oblivion. So for you to imply that I live in the past, really does offend me. Now I don't know much about you, but what I do know is that you're a little bitch who HAD to get Phoenix to help yourself out because you can't handle the big boys. You can't chill with the BIG DOGS of this company. Because you're a little bitch. Just like Hayden, who jumped at the chance because he thinks his got something to prove. Hayden you should of just stayed out of the situation, you've still got time to get out of the situation. Because if I'm going to be truthful mate, you're fucked with a pathetic excuse of a partner like Windermear. And you're going to be more fucked once you step into the ring with the wonderman and the spokesman of a generation."
He paused, chuckling at the camera over his comments.
"And then theres Hayden, the supposed future of this company even though hes just a crappy rip off of your carbon copy superstars. You tick all of the boxes Hayden when it comes to your mediocre pretentious superstar. Your a loudmouth, jumps on the bandwagon, a pretty boy who gets his opportunities not because of his work ethic - but because he looks the part. You look the part, admittedly. Now don't get me wrong, you're not too bad in the ring, but you're also NOWHERE near, the talent I am. You're running on thin ice with your comments also Hayden. It's like you boys are looking for a fight. Well you've found one. We're gonna give you on heck of a fight, in fact we're going to give you the greatest fucking match you boys would have ever competed in."
Taking off his shades once more, he glares at the camera - his facial expressions transferring from witty and smug to a stern serious look.
"Good luck boys - but remember, luck's for losers!"
