Post by Anthony Royal on Aug 23, 2013 23:22:29 GMT -4
The scene opens in a darkened room. In the center of the room sits a table, and on the table is a candle. Sitting at the table, staring into the camera, is none other than Anthony Royal. Royal has a blank expression on his face as he glares at the flame flickering in his face, seemingly not even noticing the camera. He holds his hand over the flame, feeling the heat as he moves his hand back and forth. He still doesn’t acknowledge the camera, but he does begin speaking.
[red] Royal: Desperation. It truly is fascinating what desperation can do to a person. The way it can change a man. The way it can completely alter his plan and make him do crazy things. As the Allied Powers closed in on victory in World War II, desperation caused Adolf Hitler to take his life rather than take his punishment like a man. The sadistic leader who truly believed himself to be a God on earth was force to commit the ultimate act of cowardice because of desperation. Desperation. When people think of Anthony Royal, I imagine they picture a desperate man. And, why shouldn’t I be desperate? My World Championship rests around the waist of a common criminal in Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny. The championship that I worked so hard to make mean something is being tarnished every day by a washed up has been pretending to still be at a championship level. And, now that my chance has finally come to reclaim what is mine, a bitter enemy, who may or may not be sexually obsessed with me, holds the key to my victory. A man who I once punched in the face simply because I could is the man who will ultimately make the three count that will determine a winner and a loser in this epic encounter. So, yes, I could see why people might see me as desperate. But, the fact is, it is not I who is feeling the intense pressure of desperation. No, the man who is being crushed and destroyed by his own desperation is none other than my opponent. The man holding onto MY World Championship for me, Kris Destiny. [/red]
Royal smirks into the camera, acknowledging it for the first time. The candle creates an eerie shadow over his face, making him look utterly evil.
[red] Royal: That’s right, despite all the odds stacked against me, it is you, Destiny, who is drowning in your own desperation. I heard the words you spoke, and I saw them for what they truly were, lies. You spoke about being more confident than you ever have me in your entire career, but that just isn’t true. You feel your grasp on that championship slipping away, and you don’t know what to do about it. Well, here’s the deal Kris, there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. I saw your little meltdown on Crash TV, destroying innocent man, and you can claim it was a result the anger you feel towards me, but let’s be honest, that meltdown was simply a result of you coming to the realization that you just aren’t in my league. You tried to strike fear in my heart with your borderline criminal actions this past week, but you don’t scare me, not one bit. You think assaulting underlings like Tracy Adkins, RCH3, Toxic Maddox and Slick will intimidate me? Are you a moron? These are all men who have felt my wrath, who have fallen at my feet, as have you Kris. And you know you will fall to me again. You know that, one on one, you’ve never been able to outdo me. You’ve never beaten me. The two occasions we went one on one, I’ll admit, they were wars. I’ll admit, you took me to places that I’ve never been. But, on both occasions, when the smoke cleared, it was my hand that was raised, and it was you that was left wondering just what the hell happened. And Kris, despite what you tell yourself in your demented mind, it’s not because of luck, it’s not because of screw jobs, it’s because you simply can’t beat me. And deep within your heart of hearts, you know this to be fact. You can put on the façade of confidence all you want. But I’m not like these moron fans who cheer for you, believe in you and put their hopes and dreams in you. I see right through your lies. I look into your eyes, and I see a man who knows he is about to be bested. I hear the doubt in your voice, a man who isn’t trying to convince the world he can beat me, but a man who is trying to convince himself. This is my game Kris, and this is my world. I am the measuring stick, I am the best. Maybe you’re bigger, maybe you’re stronger, hell, maybe you’re even tougher than me. But bigger isn’t better, stronger isn’t better and tougher isn’t better. Better is better, and Kris, I’m the best. Just accept it Kris, because it’s reality. There is no shame in losing to the best, and that is exactly what you are going to do come Thunderstorm. [/red]
Royal gives the camera an intense glare. He has an eerie confidence in his eyes as he speaks.
[red] Royal: Kris, your biggest problem is you’re stuck in the past. You run your mouth about what you’ve done and the numerous Hall of Fames you’re in, but nobody gives a damn. You’re stuck on the fact that you and Lance pinned me at the same time months ago, as if this is some sort of major accomplishment to you. I wouldn’t expect a man on your intelligence level to understand this champ, but two men on pinning one at the same time makes it a lot harder for one man to kick out of. So congratulations, it took you and another man, both larger than me, to keep my shoulders to the mat for the three count. The fact that you are proud of that shows just how truly pathetic you are, but this is neither here nor there. You talk about yourself in such high regards because of the things that you’ve done in the past. But this business is about what have you done lately, and Kris, I gotta be honest, I’m not impressed with what you’ve done lately. For starters, the fact that you are champion to begin with is a joke. The only reason you have it is because I wasn’t around to take it back. You are simply the best of those beneath me. You talk about how you busted your ass since the AWR reopened, but the fact is, you’ve beaten nobody after nobody after nobody, and yet, you still have the audacity to run your mouth about me as if you’re somehow better than me. But until you defeat me one on one, those words are just that, words. Until you pin my shoulders to the mat for three seconds, those words ring hollow, and the simple fact is, they will always ring hollow, because you are never, ever going to beat me. You talk and you talk and you talk, but when it comes time to back up the verbal diarrhea that has spewed from your mouth, you will piss your pants, because you will see the demon you have awakened, the monster that stands before you, and you will realize that you have no chance of defeating it. No chance of defeating ME!. [/red]
Royal is breathing heavily now, fueled by a violent hatred for Kris Destiny.
[red] Royal: For months now Kris, I have sat by while you have sullied my good name. I have sat by, letting you talk trash about me and put yourself on a pedestal above me, and I have let you get away with it. But, that is over. I let you speak your nonsense not out of fear towards you, but simply because I knew there would come a day where you have to pay for your sins. That day is Tunderstorm, because there are no rules to limit my violence towards you. And for you, that spells bad news. Months upon months of rage and hatred built up will be unleashed on you come Thunderstorm, Kris. I will stain the arena with your blood. I will make you scream in agony until there is no air left in your lungs. I am going to beat you so bad that you may never be able to wrestle again. And if you can, you won’t want to, because I will disfigure you to the point that you won’t even want to show your face in public. You had your fun at my expense for months, Kris, but now it is time to pay for it. You will pay with your blood. You will pay with your championship. You will pay with your very soul. You have lived your dream of revitalizing your pathetic little career and once again claiming a World Championship, but now, it’s time to wake up. It is time for your dream to morph into a terrifying nightmare. What you so desperately craved for so long will become the thing to destroy you. I am going to beat you into a bloody pulp and take the one thing you have, the World Championship. And without that, you’re nothing. Without the World Championship, you’re just another washed up piece of trash who didn’t know when it was time to hang up the boots. You’re just another guy who simply wasn’t good enough to beat Anthony Royal. I have been without my championship for too damn long Kris, and now I am taking it back as violently as I possibly can. [/red]
Royal has a sick smirk on his face now as he relishes the thought of not only taking back the AWR World Championship, but also, destroying Kris Destiny in the process.
[red] Royal: Kris, the only way you’re leaving Thunderstorm World Champion is if my earlier suspicions were true, and if you are in fact aligned with Roberto Maggia. So, Maggia, you little perverted bastard, this is for you. If you even think of screwing me over at Thunderstorm, and I mean if the thought even crossed your mind, you will be dealt with in the most brutal way possible. I will utterly and completely destroy you. Maggia, if you screw me at Thunderstorm, I will reunite you with your dirty whore of a mother, by putting you into the ground. [/red]
Royal lets out a twisted laugh, which is very disturbing following such a dark comment.
[red] Royal: Kris Destiny, the clock is ticking on your pathetic excuse for a reign as World Heavyweight Champion. The title is coming home, back where it has always belonged, around my gorgeous waist. So enjoy it while you can. Truly cherish the last moments you have with that championship, because once it is mine once more, I refuse to relinquish it again. Your time at the top is over now. I’m going to send you back into mediocrity where deep down, you’ve always known you’ve belonged. But, try not to suffocate under the intense weight of your desperation, because there is nothing you can do to change your fate. Instead, pat yourself on the back, because even with your diminished skills, you’ve managed one last fluke reign as World Champion. You’ve had a great career Kris, but it’s time to put it to rest. So, don’t consider this your grand opportunity to finally overcome your ultimate superior, me. No, rather, consider this me giving a career as great as yours the funeral it deserves. The world will be watching as I put an end to you once and for all. You say you hate me, Kris? Well, good, because I hate you too, and knowing the hatred you feel towards me will make the fact that it is I who ultimately destroys you all the more sweet. And Maggia, you being forced to count the three that finally gets MY World Championship back to me, well, that will be pretty damn great as well. Thunderstorm is going to be the greatest night of my career, and Kris, it will be the last night of yours. [/red]
Royal gives the camera an intense glare, truly believing the words he speaks to be true.
[red] Royal: You like to talk about destiny Kris, well, here’s one for you. My destiny is glory, greatness and the reclaiming of my throne as the king of the AWR. And your destiny, well, your destiny is embarrassment, destruction, defeat and… [/red]
Royal swiftly blows out the candle he had been glaring at throughout, making the room pitch black.
[red] Royal: LIGHTS OUT! [/red]
With that, Royal lets out a sinister, demented laugh as the scene fades to black.
[red] Royal: Desperation. It truly is fascinating what desperation can do to a person. The way it can change a man. The way it can completely alter his plan and make him do crazy things. As the Allied Powers closed in on victory in World War II, desperation caused Adolf Hitler to take his life rather than take his punishment like a man. The sadistic leader who truly believed himself to be a God on earth was force to commit the ultimate act of cowardice because of desperation. Desperation. When people think of Anthony Royal, I imagine they picture a desperate man. And, why shouldn’t I be desperate? My World Championship rests around the waist of a common criminal in Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny. The championship that I worked so hard to make mean something is being tarnished every day by a washed up has been pretending to still be at a championship level. And, now that my chance has finally come to reclaim what is mine, a bitter enemy, who may or may not be sexually obsessed with me, holds the key to my victory. A man who I once punched in the face simply because I could is the man who will ultimately make the three count that will determine a winner and a loser in this epic encounter. So, yes, I could see why people might see me as desperate. But, the fact is, it is not I who is feeling the intense pressure of desperation. No, the man who is being crushed and destroyed by his own desperation is none other than my opponent. The man holding onto MY World Championship for me, Kris Destiny. [/red]
Royal smirks into the camera, acknowledging it for the first time. The candle creates an eerie shadow over his face, making him look utterly evil.
[red] Royal: That’s right, despite all the odds stacked against me, it is you, Destiny, who is drowning in your own desperation. I heard the words you spoke, and I saw them for what they truly were, lies. You spoke about being more confident than you ever have me in your entire career, but that just isn’t true. You feel your grasp on that championship slipping away, and you don’t know what to do about it. Well, here’s the deal Kris, there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. I saw your little meltdown on Crash TV, destroying innocent man, and you can claim it was a result the anger you feel towards me, but let’s be honest, that meltdown was simply a result of you coming to the realization that you just aren’t in my league. You tried to strike fear in my heart with your borderline criminal actions this past week, but you don’t scare me, not one bit. You think assaulting underlings like Tracy Adkins, RCH3, Toxic Maddox and Slick will intimidate me? Are you a moron? These are all men who have felt my wrath, who have fallen at my feet, as have you Kris. And you know you will fall to me again. You know that, one on one, you’ve never been able to outdo me. You’ve never beaten me. The two occasions we went one on one, I’ll admit, they were wars. I’ll admit, you took me to places that I’ve never been. But, on both occasions, when the smoke cleared, it was my hand that was raised, and it was you that was left wondering just what the hell happened. And Kris, despite what you tell yourself in your demented mind, it’s not because of luck, it’s not because of screw jobs, it’s because you simply can’t beat me. And deep within your heart of hearts, you know this to be fact. You can put on the façade of confidence all you want. But I’m not like these moron fans who cheer for you, believe in you and put their hopes and dreams in you. I see right through your lies. I look into your eyes, and I see a man who knows he is about to be bested. I hear the doubt in your voice, a man who isn’t trying to convince the world he can beat me, but a man who is trying to convince himself. This is my game Kris, and this is my world. I am the measuring stick, I am the best. Maybe you’re bigger, maybe you’re stronger, hell, maybe you’re even tougher than me. But bigger isn’t better, stronger isn’t better and tougher isn’t better. Better is better, and Kris, I’m the best. Just accept it Kris, because it’s reality. There is no shame in losing to the best, and that is exactly what you are going to do come Thunderstorm. [/red]
Royal gives the camera an intense glare. He has an eerie confidence in his eyes as he speaks.
[red] Royal: Kris, your biggest problem is you’re stuck in the past. You run your mouth about what you’ve done and the numerous Hall of Fames you’re in, but nobody gives a damn. You’re stuck on the fact that you and Lance pinned me at the same time months ago, as if this is some sort of major accomplishment to you. I wouldn’t expect a man on your intelligence level to understand this champ, but two men on pinning one at the same time makes it a lot harder for one man to kick out of. So congratulations, it took you and another man, both larger than me, to keep my shoulders to the mat for the three count. The fact that you are proud of that shows just how truly pathetic you are, but this is neither here nor there. You talk about yourself in such high regards because of the things that you’ve done in the past. But this business is about what have you done lately, and Kris, I gotta be honest, I’m not impressed with what you’ve done lately. For starters, the fact that you are champion to begin with is a joke. The only reason you have it is because I wasn’t around to take it back. You are simply the best of those beneath me. You talk about how you busted your ass since the AWR reopened, but the fact is, you’ve beaten nobody after nobody after nobody, and yet, you still have the audacity to run your mouth about me as if you’re somehow better than me. But until you defeat me one on one, those words are just that, words. Until you pin my shoulders to the mat for three seconds, those words ring hollow, and the simple fact is, they will always ring hollow, because you are never, ever going to beat me. You talk and you talk and you talk, but when it comes time to back up the verbal diarrhea that has spewed from your mouth, you will piss your pants, because you will see the demon you have awakened, the monster that stands before you, and you will realize that you have no chance of defeating it. No chance of defeating ME!. [/red]
Royal is breathing heavily now, fueled by a violent hatred for Kris Destiny.
[red] Royal: For months now Kris, I have sat by while you have sullied my good name. I have sat by, letting you talk trash about me and put yourself on a pedestal above me, and I have let you get away with it. But, that is over. I let you speak your nonsense not out of fear towards you, but simply because I knew there would come a day where you have to pay for your sins. That day is Tunderstorm, because there are no rules to limit my violence towards you. And for you, that spells bad news. Months upon months of rage and hatred built up will be unleashed on you come Thunderstorm, Kris. I will stain the arena with your blood. I will make you scream in agony until there is no air left in your lungs. I am going to beat you so bad that you may never be able to wrestle again. And if you can, you won’t want to, because I will disfigure you to the point that you won’t even want to show your face in public. You had your fun at my expense for months, Kris, but now it is time to pay for it. You will pay with your blood. You will pay with your championship. You will pay with your very soul. You have lived your dream of revitalizing your pathetic little career and once again claiming a World Championship, but now, it’s time to wake up. It is time for your dream to morph into a terrifying nightmare. What you so desperately craved for so long will become the thing to destroy you. I am going to beat you into a bloody pulp and take the one thing you have, the World Championship. And without that, you’re nothing. Without the World Championship, you’re just another washed up piece of trash who didn’t know when it was time to hang up the boots. You’re just another guy who simply wasn’t good enough to beat Anthony Royal. I have been without my championship for too damn long Kris, and now I am taking it back as violently as I possibly can. [/red]
Royal has a sick smirk on his face now as he relishes the thought of not only taking back the AWR World Championship, but also, destroying Kris Destiny in the process.
[red] Royal: Kris, the only way you’re leaving Thunderstorm World Champion is if my earlier suspicions were true, and if you are in fact aligned with Roberto Maggia. So, Maggia, you little perverted bastard, this is for you. If you even think of screwing me over at Thunderstorm, and I mean if the thought even crossed your mind, you will be dealt with in the most brutal way possible. I will utterly and completely destroy you. Maggia, if you screw me at Thunderstorm, I will reunite you with your dirty whore of a mother, by putting you into the ground. [/red]
Royal lets out a twisted laugh, which is very disturbing following such a dark comment.
[red] Royal: Kris Destiny, the clock is ticking on your pathetic excuse for a reign as World Heavyweight Champion. The title is coming home, back where it has always belonged, around my gorgeous waist. So enjoy it while you can. Truly cherish the last moments you have with that championship, because once it is mine once more, I refuse to relinquish it again. Your time at the top is over now. I’m going to send you back into mediocrity where deep down, you’ve always known you’ve belonged. But, try not to suffocate under the intense weight of your desperation, because there is nothing you can do to change your fate. Instead, pat yourself on the back, because even with your diminished skills, you’ve managed one last fluke reign as World Champion. You’ve had a great career Kris, but it’s time to put it to rest. So, don’t consider this your grand opportunity to finally overcome your ultimate superior, me. No, rather, consider this me giving a career as great as yours the funeral it deserves. The world will be watching as I put an end to you once and for all. You say you hate me, Kris? Well, good, because I hate you too, and knowing the hatred you feel towards me will make the fact that it is I who ultimately destroys you all the more sweet. And Maggia, you being forced to count the three that finally gets MY World Championship back to me, well, that will be pretty damn great as well. Thunderstorm is going to be the greatest night of my career, and Kris, it will be the last night of yours. [/red]
Royal gives the camera an intense glare, truly believing the words he speaks to be true.
[red] Royal: You like to talk about destiny Kris, well, here’s one for you. My destiny is glory, greatness and the reclaiming of my throne as the king of the AWR. And your destiny, well, your destiny is embarrassment, destruction, defeat and… [/red]
Royal swiftly blows out the candle he had been glaring at throughout, making the room pitch black.
[red] Royal: LIGHTS OUT! [/red]
With that, Royal lets out a sinister, demented laugh as the scene fades to black.