Fight between himself (back in the day) and Gallantmon:
And thus begins the Bio (written in first person, as if it were a sort of interview):
Bang: Yes, yes...Beelzemon...demon lord...killer. *chuckle* Truth is I've gotten a tad softer...and I-GET THAT THING OUT OF MY FACE!!! *slaps camera* GAH!
Reporter: Er...Bang...calm down...he's trying to get a good shot...
B: He wants a good shot I'll give him a view down my barrel. *blinks* No...seriously...like...action hero magazine shit...
R: *laughs* Okay, okay...anyway...you were saying?
B: Huh? Oh...yeah...*clear throat*...as I was saying, I've gotten a tad softer since I met that little girl....what's her face...bleh... *facepalm* Surprised I remember my own name sometimes...
R: *chuckles* We all have those moments, buddy....but...would you do a favor and tell us exactly WHAT you are.
B: WHAT?! I am not a what I'm a what! I am a who! I am a- *takes a deep breath, speaking more calmly* I am a Beelzemon..as I said earlier...a demon lord...supposed to kill people...take souls...yadda yadda...you heard it before.
R: Yes but-
B: Will you just stop asking me questions about who I used to be?! That doesn't matter anymore!! *grumbles with a bit of irritation*
R: S-s-sorry!
B: It's alright...I just... *sigh* ...my past is fucked up on multiple accounts...and all those people...they...haunt me now...not scary haunt...but...there is that thought now...that...that...what's the word?
R: Regret?
B: Nah...wouldn't say regret...more of a...well yeah it kinda is regret...I regret killing 'em, but I do not regret my past decisions...as...well...if I hadn't made them I would not be here.
R: Isn't killing them a deci-
B: I DON'T RECALL ASKING YOUR TWO CENTS!!!
R: *yelps and cowers a bit* Sorry?
B: *facepalms* Fuck me and my anger problems... *chuckle* Yeah...it's still there...the demons and such...hopefully though...I'll find a way to get that under control soon. *laughs and smiles* Hey! Least I'm not killing people and taking their souls so they can't come back....though...I'd do it if a person was gonna die anyway and...they asked me...then it's sort of a gift. I mean...when I die they pass on...but in a way...well...that part is hard to explain...
R: *waves a hand dismissively* I think we got you...that a rap?
B: Not quite...believe it or not I'm a school teacher now...handle the weapons course...our digi schools are a tad different than your human schools...different courses. I know one man...Degrant...the robotics teacher...but...he...well...let's just say he helps out in a lot of places...learning and teaching at the same time...a military technique so he tells me...
R: Aaaaah...you're friends then?
B: *smirks* Yeah...considering we both got bikes...it seems natural we'd cruise occasionally...his bike has a bit more speed I'll admit...but mine...well... *pats bike beside him* This lil beauty kills the corners...
R: I imagine...anyway...what about weapons?
B: What? These? *holds up his dual barreled pistol* Dual barrel Dual pistols and a sort of laser rifle in blast mode...not much more too it.
R: You done?
B: Unless you got questions, yes.
R: Alright, well...see you around then?
B: Depends on how bad you are... *smirks, revs engine and drives off*
