Post by Anthony Royal on Aug 28, 2013 11:02:21 GMT -4
The scene opens with a close up of the same portrait we saw a few weeks back, a portrait of Anthony Royal with the AWR Championship belt resting on his shoulder. A hand appears on the screen, touching the belt in the portrait. The camera then pans out to reveal Anthony Royal, with a very confident smile on his face. He glares at the portrait for a few moments, before beginning to speak.
[red] Royal: The clock is ticking. The days turn to hours, and the hours to minutes. Soon, very soon, this portrait you see will once again be the reality. I will once again be the king of this world we live in. All that stands in the way is the man parading around with my belt pretending to be a champion. The man you all love and cheer for, despite knowing in the back of your mind that he will always let you down. This man I speak of is, of course, Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny. [/red]
Royal finally turns away from the self-portrait and smirks at the mention of Sho as he continues to speak.
[red] Royal: Not much of an obstacle, but an obstacle none the less. But, this obstacle is only physical, isn’t that right Kris? Because, you and I, we both know that mentally, I’ve have you beaten for a long time. [/red]
Royal again smirks, as if he knows something that nobody else does.
[red] Royal: You see Kris, you told the puppets and sheep that place their belief in you that you have never been more confident in your life, but I exposed your claims as fraudulent. And now listen, what do you here? [/red]
Royal cups his hand to his ear as if he is listening for something.
[red] Royal: Nothing. Silence. Because Kris Destiny knows that it is I, not him, who speaks the truth, right Kris? You know you were all talk and nothing more. As I speak, you are likely hunkered down in some paranoid panic room, clinging to the World Championship, caressing it, kissing it, knowing that your time with it is running thin. Somewhere Kris, you are stowed away, hiding in fear because you know that this battle has already been won by the better man. And when it comes to the two of us, the better man has been and always will be me. It is no secret how good you are Kris. I despise everything you are and everything you represent, but I am man enough to admit that. You are good. But, when it comes to stepping into the ring with me, good, it just isn’t enough. The wars we waged upon one another have been epics, classics. We have taken each other to the absolute limits, but I have always come out on top because it’s in my blood. I was bred to be a champion Kris, while you, you just stumbled into it. You are a placeholder. I was eliminated by your obsession with stuffing me into the trunks of cars, and, while I was gone, you slide seamlessly into my slot as top dog. I appreciate you keeping my throne warm, Kris, but I’m back for it now. It’s time for you to relinquish it. I know you’re too proud to merely give it up, which is why, come Thunderstorm, I’m going to have to hurt you to get it back. [/red]
Royal gives the camera a sinister glare.
[red] Royal: From the moment you walked through the doors of the AWR, I knew you were going to a problem, Kris. I simply knew it, and time and time again, you have proven me right. Despite me being superior in every way, you have been the chosen one. It has been you who has been selected as the golden child. When I was the champion, Roberto Maggia, the esteemed official in this match, did everything in his power to take it away from me and hand it to you, and finally, his goal has been achieved. You are the man. His man. And, if he had it his twisted way, you would probably be his man in more ways than one. But, here’s the reality. Since you have become champion, I have watched you. I have watched you simply slide by, piling up victories over a bunch of underlings, a bunch of nobodies. I have watched you pretend to be something you’re not. I’ve watched you pretend to be a champion, pretend to be a franchise player. Kris, I’ve watched you pretend to be me. [/red]
Royal points at himself, and now he has a hint of anger in his eyes.
[red] Royal: But you’re not me Kris, and you never could be. Not on your best day. I am on a level that you simply can’t comprehend. If you haven’t learned this during our earlier encounters, then it will be drilled into your brain once and for all at Thunderstorm. No matter what anybody wants you to believe, I am still the top of the food chain. I am still the absolute best. And no matter what you have accomplished in your illustrious career, it is nothing until you have defeated me. And that just won’t happen. Ever. Even with the company supporting you over me. Even with the man obsessed with you as the referee in this match. Roberto has shown blatant favoritism towards you since the day you arrived here. But, he knows where he stands. He knows that my words hold weight and that if he screws me over and keeps that championship around your waist that it will be his destruction. You have nobody to rely on but yourself Sho. And against me in a match with no rules, with only yourself to rely on, you simply will not survive. [/red]
Royal gives the camera an intense glare before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: Kris, your silence speaks volumes about your mental state. You fear me. You fear what I will do to you with no rules to hold me back. You fear life without the World Championship. You know defeat is nipping at your heels and there is not a damn thing you can do about it. Kris, at Thunderstorm, I am going to beat you, I am going to take back what is mine and I am going to silence you once and for all. And Roberto, he fears me to, which is why you cannot count on him to bail you out of this one. Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny, revealed to be a fraud and a paper champion, and silenced once and for all. Antony Royal, once again, World Heavyweight Champion. Sounds about right. [/red]
Royal then turns his attention back to the portrait. Again, he places his hand on the belt in the portrait and now it seems as if he is addressing it.
[red] Royal: It’s been too long. But, don’t worry, I’m coming. [/red]
Royal then turns his attention back to the camera.
[red] Royal: See you at Thunderstorm, Kris. Kiss MY championship good bye. [/red]
With that, Royal lets out a laugh, then turns his attention backs to the portrait and glares at it as the scene fades to black.
[red] Royal: The clock is ticking. The days turn to hours, and the hours to minutes. Soon, very soon, this portrait you see will once again be the reality. I will once again be the king of this world we live in. All that stands in the way is the man parading around with my belt pretending to be a champion. The man you all love and cheer for, despite knowing in the back of your mind that he will always let you down. This man I speak of is, of course, Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny. [/red]
Royal finally turns away from the self-portrait and smirks at the mention of Sho as he continues to speak.
[red] Royal: Not much of an obstacle, but an obstacle none the less. But, this obstacle is only physical, isn’t that right Kris? Because, you and I, we both know that mentally, I’ve have you beaten for a long time. [/red]
Royal again smirks, as if he knows something that nobody else does.
[red] Royal: You see Kris, you told the puppets and sheep that place their belief in you that you have never been more confident in your life, but I exposed your claims as fraudulent. And now listen, what do you here? [/red]
Royal cups his hand to his ear as if he is listening for something.
[red] Royal: Nothing. Silence. Because Kris Destiny knows that it is I, not him, who speaks the truth, right Kris? You know you were all talk and nothing more. As I speak, you are likely hunkered down in some paranoid panic room, clinging to the World Championship, caressing it, kissing it, knowing that your time with it is running thin. Somewhere Kris, you are stowed away, hiding in fear because you know that this battle has already been won by the better man. And when it comes to the two of us, the better man has been and always will be me. It is no secret how good you are Kris. I despise everything you are and everything you represent, but I am man enough to admit that. You are good. But, when it comes to stepping into the ring with me, good, it just isn’t enough. The wars we waged upon one another have been epics, classics. We have taken each other to the absolute limits, but I have always come out on top because it’s in my blood. I was bred to be a champion Kris, while you, you just stumbled into it. You are a placeholder. I was eliminated by your obsession with stuffing me into the trunks of cars, and, while I was gone, you slide seamlessly into my slot as top dog. I appreciate you keeping my throne warm, Kris, but I’m back for it now. It’s time for you to relinquish it. I know you’re too proud to merely give it up, which is why, come Thunderstorm, I’m going to have to hurt you to get it back. [/red]
Royal gives the camera a sinister glare.
[red] Royal: From the moment you walked through the doors of the AWR, I knew you were going to a problem, Kris. I simply knew it, and time and time again, you have proven me right. Despite me being superior in every way, you have been the chosen one. It has been you who has been selected as the golden child. When I was the champion, Roberto Maggia, the esteemed official in this match, did everything in his power to take it away from me and hand it to you, and finally, his goal has been achieved. You are the man. His man. And, if he had it his twisted way, you would probably be his man in more ways than one. But, here’s the reality. Since you have become champion, I have watched you. I have watched you simply slide by, piling up victories over a bunch of underlings, a bunch of nobodies. I have watched you pretend to be something you’re not. I’ve watched you pretend to be a champion, pretend to be a franchise player. Kris, I’ve watched you pretend to be me. [/red]
Royal points at himself, and now he has a hint of anger in his eyes.
[red] Royal: But you’re not me Kris, and you never could be. Not on your best day. I am on a level that you simply can’t comprehend. If you haven’t learned this during our earlier encounters, then it will be drilled into your brain once and for all at Thunderstorm. No matter what anybody wants you to believe, I am still the top of the food chain. I am still the absolute best. And no matter what you have accomplished in your illustrious career, it is nothing until you have defeated me. And that just won’t happen. Ever. Even with the company supporting you over me. Even with the man obsessed with you as the referee in this match. Roberto has shown blatant favoritism towards you since the day you arrived here. But, he knows where he stands. He knows that my words hold weight and that if he screws me over and keeps that championship around your waist that it will be his destruction. You have nobody to rely on but yourself Sho. And against me in a match with no rules, with only yourself to rely on, you simply will not survive. [/red]
Royal gives the camera an intense glare before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: Kris, your silence speaks volumes about your mental state. You fear me. You fear what I will do to you with no rules to hold me back. You fear life without the World Championship. You know defeat is nipping at your heels and there is not a damn thing you can do about it. Kris, at Thunderstorm, I am going to beat you, I am going to take back what is mine and I am going to silence you once and for all. And Roberto, he fears me to, which is why you cannot count on him to bail you out of this one. Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny, revealed to be a fraud and a paper champion, and silenced once and for all. Antony Royal, once again, World Heavyweight Champion. Sounds about right. [/red]
Royal then turns his attention back to the portrait. Again, he places his hand on the belt in the portrait and now it seems as if he is addressing it.
[red] Royal: It’s been too long. But, don’t worry, I’m coming. [/red]
Royal then turns his attention back to the camera.
[red] Royal: See you at Thunderstorm, Kris. Kiss MY championship good bye. [/red]
With that, Royal lets out a laugh, then turns his attention backs to the portrait and glares at it as the scene fades to black.