Post by Anthony Royal on Sept 24, 2011 20:04:51 GMT -4
The scene opens on the outside of a huge, luxurious mansion. A gate stands at the entrance of the giant structure with the golden letters “AR” on the front. The camera enters the mansion through a giant front door, which, like the gate, reads the letters “AR.” The camera enters the structure and goes through a long corridor before turning right, entering a room that appears to be a study of sorts. The walls are lined with bookshelves filled to the brink with literature. In the center of the room, there is a leather chair sitting near a lit fireplace. In the chair sits the man behind the plan, one of the AWR’s newest stars, Anthony Royal. Royal has a book in his hands and a cold, emotionless expression on his face, an expression that does not change when he spots the AWR cameras. Instead, Royal merely closes the book, stares into the camera with his cold, blue eyes, and, finally, begins to speak.
[red] Royal: Last week, I revealed myself to be the man behind the plan. The man behind the heartless attacks on the AWR top stars. And not only that, but I revealed the plan itself. I revealed the plan to burn this embarrassment of a wrestling company to the ground. I left no doubts that a swift and violent change is about to sweep through the AWR and yet, I feel as if my speech fell on, as they say, deaf ears. [/red]
Royal scrunches his face in what appears to be a mixture of confusion and frustration before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: Despite the spoken revelations of what it indeed is that I plan to do, and even stranger, despite the wake of destruction and chaos I have left in the past few weeks, I don’t feel the sense of fear that I had anticipated. I don’t feel any sense of concern that I am capable of what I say I am. I’ve felt the lash of anger from the likes of Hell and Flammenkrieg, but I have not felt that sense of fear that I so craved and this, well, this disappoints me. People don’t seem to grasp the consequences of the new reality that has come upon them with no warning, despite what I’ve done. This shall not do. Something must be done to truly highlight the dark days that are in store for this company. Something drastic, which spells very bad news for my opponent this week, Playboy Pete Rosey. [/red]
Royal flashes the camera a twisted grin.
[red] Royal: Pete, I don’t know all that much about you, but I can’t say I care to learn. All that matters about you from this point on Pete, is that you are set to be the first official victim of the Royal revolution. Just know that it’s not your fault, and it’s nothing personal, it’s just something that needs to be done. Nobody seems to realize just what is coming their way, so I must pick you apart limb by limb to create a real life image of the AWR future. From this point on Pete, you are nothing more than a sacrificial lamb, or in your case, pig, and I’m going to take you to the slaughterhouse. I’m going to make you squeal like the pig that you are Pete, and then they will all see. They will all see what I’m capable of. And like I said Pete, it’s nothing personal; it’s just a case of wrong place wrong time. But despite that, I will not apologize for what I do to you because to be quite frank, you deserve a beating. You’re a buffoon Pete, and when I say this company is filled to the roof with hacks acting like stars, I am talking about people like you. You walk around with a two dime skank on each corpulent, flabby limb that you call arms and you think that makes you something. No Pete, it doesn’t. In my eyes, you’re nothing more than a chubby kid who never grew into his body. You don’t belong in the same company as me you husky pile of burning diarrhea, let alone the same ring, and if I have it my way, when it’s all said and done you will never be in either of those things again. Pete, you shouldn’t be worried about me trying to steal your disease ridden whores, trust me, my taste in women is much more refined. Rather Pete, you should be worried about me stealing your career. I am the best wrestler in the world Pete, no doubt about it. More so, I admittedly am a violent, twisted, and deranged individual, and I am on a mission. That makes for a lethal cocktail, and come Tuesday, it will be injected straight into your cholesterol filled veins. There’s nothing that you can do about it Pete, nothing at all. Like your harlot hunnies, the only option you will have is to lie back and take it like a pain craving slut. [/red]
Royal lets out a small but wicked laugh. His cold, far away eyes are filled with evil and he looks incredibly unstable as violent images flood his mind. After a few moments of silence, he continues to speak.
[red] Royal: Pete, your days are numbered, and that’s just the cold, hard truth. My suggestion to you is to really live it up in the days leading up to Tuesday. I mean really live it up. Super-Size every meal from now til Tuesday. Eat pork grinds off your lady friends. Do whatever you want Pete, just make sure you enjoy the days you have left. Enjoy the days leading to Tuesday, because once it rules around, the clock strikes midnight, and the ball is over. And once this happens Pete, life for you, and the horizon of the AWR will never be the same. This I promise you, and Anthony Royal does…not…lie. [/red]
Royal: With that, Royal simply smirks and picks up the book he was reading before the camera entered, which now can be seen as being “The Red Dragon” by Thomas Harris. His eyes transition from the camera to the words on the pages as he waves the camera away.
[red] Royal: Now please, get out of my home. I have some reading to do to perhaps get some ideas. And I would recommend you mentally prepare for the violence I plan to release on Tuesday. [/red]
Royal lets out an evil laugh as the camera pans away and the scene fades to black.
[red] Royal: Last week, I revealed myself to be the man behind the plan. The man behind the heartless attacks on the AWR top stars. And not only that, but I revealed the plan itself. I revealed the plan to burn this embarrassment of a wrestling company to the ground. I left no doubts that a swift and violent change is about to sweep through the AWR and yet, I feel as if my speech fell on, as they say, deaf ears. [/red]
Royal scrunches his face in what appears to be a mixture of confusion and frustration before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: Despite the spoken revelations of what it indeed is that I plan to do, and even stranger, despite the wake of destruction and chaos I have left in the past few weeks, I don’t feel the sense of fear that I had anticipated. I don’t feel any sense of concern that I am capable of what I say I am. I’ve felt the lash of anger from the likes of Hell and Flammenkrieg, but I have not felt that sense of fear that I so craved and this, well, this disappoints me. People don’t seem to grasp the consequences of the new reality that has come upon them with no warning, despite what I’ve done. This shall not do. Something must be done to truly highlight the dark days that are in store for this company. Something drastic, which spells very bad news for my opponent this week, Playboy Pete Rosey. [/red]
Royal flashes the camera a twisted grin.
[red] Royal: Pete, I don’t know all that much about you, but I can’t say I care to learn. All that matters about you from this point on Pete, is that you are set to be the first official victim of the Royal revolution. Just know that it’s not your fault, and it’s nothing personal, it’s just something that needs to be done. Nobody seems to realize just what is coming their way, so I must pick you apart limb by limb to create a real life image of the AWR future. From this point on Pete, you are nothing more than a sacrificial lamb, or in your case, pig, and I’m going to take you to the slaughterhouse. I’m going to make you squeal like the pig that you are Pete, and then they will all see. They will all see what I’m capable of. And like I said Pete, it’s nothing personal; it’s just a case of wrong place wrong time. But despite that, I will not apologize for what I do to you because to be quite frank, you deserve a beating. You’re a buffoon Pete, and when I say this company is filled to the roof with hacks acting like stars, I am talking about people like you. You walk around with a two dime skank on each corpulent, flabby limb that you call arms and you think that makes you something. No Pete, it doesn’t. In my eyes, you’re nothing more than a chubby kid who never grew into his body. You don’t belong in the same company as me you husky pile of burning diarrhea, let alone the same ring, and if I have it my way, when it’s all said and done you will never be in either of those things again. Pete, you shouldn’t be worried about me trying to steal your disease ridden whores, trust me, my taste in women is much more refined. Rather Pete, you should be worried about me stealing your career. I am the best wrestler in the world Pete, no doubt about it. More so, I admittedly am a violent, twisted, and deranged individual, and I am on a mission. That makes for a lethal cocktail, and come Tuesday, it will be injected straight into your cholesterol filled veins. There’s nothing that you can do about it Pete, nothing at all. Like your harlot hunnies, the only option you will have is to lie back and take it like a pain craving slut. [/red]
Royal lets out a small but wicked laugh. His cold, far away eyes are filled with evil and he looks incredibly unstable as violent images flood his mind. After a few moments of silence, he continues to speak.
[red] Royal: Pete, your days are numbered, and that’s just the cold, hard truth. My suggestion to you is to really live it up in the days leading up to Tuesday. I mean really live it up. Super-Size every meal from now til Tuesday. Eat pork grinds off your lady friends. Do whatever you want Pete, just make sure you enjoy the days you have left. Enjoy the days leading to Tuesday, because once it rules around, the clock strikes midnight, and the ball is over. And once this happens Pete, life for you, and the horizon of the AWR will never be the same. This I promise you, and Anthony Royal does…not…lie. [/red]
Royal: With that, Royal simply smirks and picks up the book he was reading before the camera entered, which now can be seen as being “The Red Dragon” by Thomas Harris. His eyes transition from the camera to the words on the pages as he waves the camera away.
[red] Royal: Now please, get out of my home. I have some reading to do to perhaps get some ideas. And I would recommend you mentally prepare for the violence I plan to release on Tuesday. [/red]
Royal lets out an evil laugh as the camera pans away and the scene fades to black.