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Da Link

Killa Kali

July 14, 2002

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Da Link vs. Killa Kali
ICWF European Championship



.[ Da Link Promo ].

~ It started like a normal day. A day like any other you could put it. I was just resting away in my couch, fresh off my escape from the mental hospital. The camera men were prepping themselves so I could cut a worthless promo about the European Champion of the World Killa Kali even though everyone already knew he was way, way out of my league. I had just come out of a simple victory against Dynamite Dynamite, which was nothing more than a peasant compared to Da Link. But weeks before Kali, I was pitted against Dynamite, the man I was already enraged to the utmost amount of fury with, and he didn't seize to enfuriate me, by defeating me. Like a theif in the night, I won, However many people call it the most contraversial match of my career, and it figures that good ol' FTF would be the one to finally fuck me out of my waiting period to a spoiled victory. After owning LCW like it was my bitch, I was finally sent off of the top of the mountain plummeting down to the rocky pit at the bottom, hitting every bump along the way. But, the fighter that I am, I grabbed on to the nearest ledge and i'm on my way back up. One more step, and i'll be king of the mountain again. But anyways, back to my day. I let out a weird noise, signalling relief, being that i'm out of the mental hospital, but also sending a feeling of anger into the people. And then another word to sum up the feelings bottlled up inside me, I finally let out a

Da Link: Fuck... Just Great...

:~: Ahh. Now I felt a lot better. Unfortunately I didn't know of what was about to come. I laid back on my couch, trying to get maximum comfort out of this man made item, which I purchased without thought and paid an incredible amount of money for the piece of shit I recieved. I guess that's what you do when you can afford anything. Everything which surrounded me was pure crap, that I spent thousands of dollars on. It was quite pitiful in fact. A lava lamp. 300 bucks for a lava lamp which doesn't even work anymore and burned my hand on several occassions. Sure it attracts ladies, but what's the point anymore? Coasters with my face in them. Sure it was a good investment at the time, but 400 bucks for marble coasters with my face painted in is just ridiculus, and I have a chocolate stain on one of them and the other is cracked right down the middle. I'm getting sick of this commercialized bullshit. And little did I know, spending all this money was going to bite me in the ass when I had none.

So I was sitting on my couch, trying to get some rest, which I hadn't gotten in days, in fact weeks, when I hear the door bell. Instead of your normal doorbell, mine plays "Big Pimpin" by Jay-Z, go figure.

Who the hell?

:~: I thought to myself as I began to get up from the couch, my legs sore and I could barely stand. I limped over to the door, until I finally gained my balance, and opened it. Standing in front of me was a business looking type of guy.

What's up?

I said to the guy as he looked at some papers in his hands.

Are you Da Link?

He asked me as I awaited the reason for his arrival. I replied as he continued to fiddle through the papers.

I'm going to need your payments on a few things, otherwise we're going to have to take them away.

:~: He informed me as I began to get angry. I looked around the room at the many things I put on credit cards, put an I.O.U on, and wondered to myself how the hell I was going to pay for all of the stuff, when I haven't received a check from ICWF in several weeks. I tried to make some sort of plan, some reprival to get myself out of this pickle I had plunged in to. I came up with an idea shortly, though it wasn't much of one. I decided to throw at him,

Da Link: Well i'm having some trouble at the workfront, can't you give me a few weeks extension? After this Friday everything will be good again, then you can join me in Europe for some Tea. After I become champion.

Salesman: Then i'm going to have to take away some things.

:~: I was ready to tell him off, but that would be risking way too much. First I would be hauled back to the mental hospital, and second I probably wouldn't be able to knock the shit out of those pricks and win. Oh no! Can't let that happen. I exclaimed for the stuff to leave as he motioned for the guys to open the truck and come get the stuff.

This is fucked. Ya know?

I told him with a tone of obvious rage. He just nodded his head as they began to haul away my stuff.

Da Link: My coasters. MY PRECIOUS COASTERS! The lava lamp, the couch, the television. Wait no, I paid for the television. Hey put that back, I paid for that.

Salesman: It says here you didn't.

:~: That prick told me as my nostrils began to flare. I know I paid for the television, i'm sure of it. Oh well, not like it matters. I don't have a couch to lay on and watch the shit anyways. My life is so fucked up. What would be relaxing for me right about now? Let's see, Clean up the kitchen, wash the microwave, sweep the floor, empty. Hey, this sounded like a teenagers school chore after coming home and out of football practice. Maybe, I'll just sit down on the floor right here and collect on my thoughts about winning. Yes, that is the greatest glory.. Winning.

Da Link: It's that time again. That time everyone waits for, after a hard days work, or a boring day of boring television, where one man is sent to entertain the lots of the fans with one single promo. That man is Da Link. I know you have been awaiting this moment for over a week now, and I haven't been supplying you with your daily ecstasy that you want, that you crave...but i'm back. It seems I have many things on my agenda as of late. People are pissed that I didn't help out my tag team partner Frost at Friday Night Heat, well we all know that the reason why was because the FTF had put a fast one on us. They have out numbered us 5 men to 2 but don't think that we are going to let you get away with that and not do anything about it. Trust me brother, Kali, you will not get the last world. Kali, I could care less whether you are satisfied or not, i'm getting the shot at Brett Archer and that North American Title and that's all that matters. But, past all of these little problems, and little mishaps, there is one big task I am set on achieving, and that is beating Kali and winning the ICWF European Heavyweight Title.

Kali...what do you think you are? Some sort of god or something? Haha. That's funny shit. Hey if your going to brag about winning the title, at least brag correctly. You know you didn't win it fairly. The whole world knows it. But i'm not one to bitch. I'm not one to go out of my way just to point out a simple fact. I hope it eats away at you though Kali, and you can't sleep. If it wasn't for Titan 3, Kali you wouldn't be this big thing you are now. You see Kali, I don't need to have 30 people in my promo talking about diet pills while "What's Love Got to Do to It" playing the background to try to intimidate my opponent. Hell, I wonder what is the meaning of that song being in the background? Are you trying to let me know that you want me to beat you like Ike did Tina? You think that you have a long title reign because you're earned it? Shit, you saying that you hated ODJ? Why, you have been handled the easiest opponents to ever come at that title. But unfortunally, you now met Da Link. Oh, just so you know, Kali, if you think that I am going to be easy because I am a rookie.. Think again.

Respect. That brings up many thoughts. First thing that comes to mind when I think respect is trust. Well, in the past that's what I would think anyways. Now, now that i've been exposed to this world of bullshit and chaos, the first thing that comes to my mind when I think of respect, is fake. Fake, the first word fake brings to mind is Killer Kali. And the first word Kali brings to mind is phoney. Kali, what are you trying to be now? Are you trying to entertain the people? You've never been one to cut an interesting promo, so save the entertaining for your wrestling abilities, because obviously you need some lessons in comedy before you run off trying to make millions laugh. What exactly are you trying to do? Rule the world? That's been done before, on many occassions, and obviously no one has ever succeeded. Much like you have never succeeded in cutting a promo worth the time of a frumpy little indian boy. You try to come off as a street thug, as someone capable of dictating the world, but instead you come off as an incompitent fool. I remember you trying to get at me for this once. Now you are casting a shadow of stupidity over the ICWF. You are our god damn Europe represenative for gods sakes, at least show us something.

Don't try to be something you aren't Killa Kali. It isn't amusing, it isn't entertaining, at most it's half-watchable. I was trying to stay awake through your blah of a trash talk session, where you eeked out a few good quotes, but other than that it was half false and clearly mistaken. You think I didn't earn a shot to the title? haha. Your outlook must be completely fucked or your information just incorrect for you to think I didn't earn the title. Sure, my opponent was a push over to win the match, but getting there was a bitch. "The Missing Link?" You ramble about stereotypes,... you might want to think that over before you open your mouth again. Open something besides your mouth for once, open your eyes. Take a rag, wipe the shit from your eyelids, take off the weights holding them down, and look around you. Who consistently gets win after win, holds the biggest prize in the game? You talk like you are the big man around here. You should be looking up to me. Trying to be like me. Envy flows through your blood like water in the river, in an ongoing stream of bullshit coverups that you can't live without. It seems like week after week people insist on calling me stupid, or saying i'm feeble minded, whatever different ways they can camoflauge the same meaning... and every week I demolish these type. "Krayzie".... remember him? Probably not. He thought he could step to me too Kali, he's just another innocent victim who thought he was larger than life, but in reality we're all the same, two arms, two legs, a brain (only half in Kali' case), and a soul. The Lady Man? Who? Isn't that the guy Link put out? Dynamic. Out forever. There's more to the list, and I hope you are taking good notes Kali, cause come time for the exam, you best be prepared, because it's going to be a bell to bell massacre, and the only way of survival is to fight your way out.

:~: Finally, The truth has came out about Killa Kali. If Killa wants to be a street thug, then Da Linkwill grant him his wish. Unfortunally for Kali, Da Link is not a gimmick. He says that Da Link cried over Alize? Well, look at us. Combined they are 10-0. No one have defeated them yet. Will Kali defeat Link with his words of wisdom and his happy weed? Only time will tell.

Da Link walks over towards a lamp in a dark room and he turns it on. He suddenly turns the blinds and shuts them. Suddenly "Big Pimpin" plays again and it is none other than the ICWF Women's Champion Alize at the door. She walks in with a bag of groceries and then sits them down. Da Link then walks to the door and he gives a strange look to our cameraman as he pushes him out of the door and shuts the door for the night.

Da Link: Kali... The European Title will be mine...


~ I will prove that they don't call me Da Man, Da Myth, Da Legend, Da Link for nothing!


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