Post by Anthony Royal on Oct 1, 2011 20:49:01 GMT -4
The scene opens in a dimly lit room. The walls are covered with dust and cobwebs. It comes across as more of a dungeon than an actual room. The only source of light in the room comes from a flickering light bulb. In the center of the room, in a metal folding chair, directly under the light, like a criminal in an interrogation room, sits Anthony Royal. Shadows creep across Royal’s face, making him look more like a monster than a man. In Royal’s lap sits a book, which Royal picks up upon seeing the camera. He opens to a marked page and begins quietly reading aloud, barley breaching the sound of a whisper.
[red] Royal: “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure…” [/red]
After reading the first two lines of the Marianne Williamson poem, Royal stops abruptly and tosses the book aside before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: Don’t get too excited, because no, this is not the AWR’s newest web show “Poetry Hour With Anthony Royal.” No, it’s just something about this poem grabs my attention, the concept of fear. Fear is such a complex and mysterious thing. Fear can hold a person back from reaching their true potential, or fear can drive a person to achieve greatness. But the greatest power of fear is that it exists in everyone. Every single person on this earth fears something. No matter what false sense of security we cloak ourselves in there is always a dent in our armor of bravado. There is always at least one fear nestled within the confides of our souls. Yes, even a great warrior like my Ring of Rage opponent Flammenkrieg has fear in his heart. [/red]
An evil look overtakes Royal’s face at the mention of the man he cowardly assaulted on two separate occasions.
[red] Royal: Now on the surface, Flammenkrieg looks like an absolutely fearless man. I mean, what could this man have to fear? He’s big, he’s powerful, he’s athletic. Flammenkrieg is everything a true wrestling superstar should be. When I came to the AWR, I made the statement that nobody here is in my league. Before the AWR cameras, I will admit that said statement was an ego driven hyperbole. The number is small, but I see Flammenkrieg as one man who is worthy of my time. My attacks were not random, they were calculated and very well planned. Flammenkrieg was a chosen victim because when I look at him I see a man who can be, no, who absolutely should be a star. But yet, at the same time, I see a man who has underachieved. I see a man who lives below his true potential, and I asked myself why. Why is this the case? Why is Flammenkrieg not an undefeated, unstoppable monster? And then last week, the answer became painfully apparent. The thing that holds Flammenkrieg back is the very thing that is in fact his deepest fear. [/red]
Royal pauses momentarily to let his words be digested before continuing.
[red] Royal: What Flammenkrieg fears is the imaginary line that exists in the wrestling world, the line between good and bad, right and wrong, admirable and despicable. Flammenkrieg isn’t afraid to blur the line by attacking innocent commentators like Neal Steal. But he is afraid to leap across that line like a lioness on its prey and do something so stomach churning and awful that people are afraid to even say his name. Last week, I witnessed Flammenkrieg and Slick put on an absolute classic match. I watched two men go to war and give each other absolutely everything they have to the point that a winner couldn’t be determined. And I’ll admit, when it was all said and done, I felt nothing but respect for both of these men. But then, something happened that almost made me vomit. After beating the holy hell out of one another, Flammenkrieg and Slick decided act like a couple high school buddies and toss back a couple beers. That’s when I knew Flammenkrieg was weak and fearful. Flammenkrieg, when Slick offered you that beer, you should have caved his face in and left him lying in a heap of blood and beer suds, but you didn’t. And why? Because, like I said, you are afraid to cross the line. You’re afraid to step on toes. You’re afraid to do what you have to do in order to get to the top, no matter how evil or underhanded in may be. I’m not Flammenkrieg. Not at all. There is no line I won’t cross. I proved that when I hastily left the arena before your arrival, only to return, cut the lights, and wrapa metal chair around your head. This chair to be more specific. [/red]
With that, Royal smirks and gets up and folds the chair he was sitting on. He holds it up to the light, revealing a dent and a blood stain.
[red] Royal: You see that Flammenkrieg? That is your blood. And this chair? Well this chair is my own personal trophy. And do you know why I have it Flammenkrieg? Because I am not afraid. I’m not afraid to cross that line. I’m not afraid to be underhanded. I’m not afraid to be “the bad guy.” Sure, some may call my actions cowardly, but I call then genius. I call them the reason that I am at the level of excellence that I am. People can call my attacks cowardly all they want. They can call me a coward and a cheap shot artist, but guess what, I don’t care, because it wasn’t the cowardly, smarmy, son of a bitch Anthony Royal who was lying in a pool of his own blood, slipping in and out of consciousness, no, instead, it was the honorable warrior, the great and mighty Flammenkrieg. If you want to beat me Flammenkrieg, you’re going to have to stoop down to my level, and you’re too afraid to do that. This isn’t about honor, dignity, or pride, it’s about results, and I get results. It’s not about being the better man, it’s about simply being better, and I’m the best. I’m in your head Flammenkrieg. The second I caved your skull in with this chair, I entered, and no matter what you do, you can’t get me out. I know for a fact that you want to destroy me Flammenkrieg. I know that you want to wrap your massive hands around my throat and choke the life out of me. To put it simple Flammenkrieg, I know you want to kick my ass. And guess what, you probably will. At Ring of Rage, you will tear me to pieces. I tasted your blood, and at Ring of Rage, I’d put money on the fact that you’ll get a taste of mine. Getting out of bed Wednesday morning will be a lot harder for me than it will be for you. But when I wake up on Wednesday morning, no matter how hard it is for me to move, no matter how much my head is throbbing, no matter how swollen my face is, I will wake up the winner. I will wake up one step closer to completing my ultimate mission. I will wake up as the man who slayed the dragon known as Flammenkrieg. You’re a vengeful man who’s too afraid to do the horrible things necessary to get that vengeance, and I will take advantage of that. So while you will make me feel the pain I’ve made you feel, you’re hesitation to act on your animal instincts will be your down fall, and I will take advantage. There will be absolutely no hesitation on my part, none whatsoever. The first chance I get to take you out, no matter by what means, I will do it. Whatever it takes Flammenkrieg, I will put you down like the dog that you are. You won’t go to the limits to taste victory that I will Flammenkrieg. I win by all means necessary. And with a victory over a top dog like you under my belt, the world will have no choice but to accept me as their savior, their hero, and the beautiful new face of this company. To me, the fans don’t matter, and the respect of the boys in the back doesn’t matter. All that matters is the W in the record book and the paycheck and power that comes with it. All that matters is the that Era of Anthony Royal continues its advancements. So whether I have to do something as miniscule as slip a foot on the bottom rope for leverage to pin your shoulders to the mat, or something as drastic as snapping your neck like a piece of rotted wood so you simply can no longer continue to fight me, I swear to God I will do it. I will defeat you Flammenkrieg, there is no doubt in my mind. The only question I have is, after the match, will your greatest fear still be crossing the line between good and evil, or will your greatest fear be Anthony Royal. [/red]
Royal flashes the camera a smug smile. He stares at the chair with Flammenkrieg’s blood on it, relishing the attack from the previous week. He slowly rubs his hand across the chair and lets out a laugh.
[red] Royal: So Flammenkrieg, I advise you to be prepared for anything come Ring of Rage, well, everything except victory, because I assure you that will not be happening. This company is mine now Flammenkrieg, and this pedestal just isn’t big enough for the two of us. I will send you crashing back down to earth where you belong. I know you won’t step aside, which is why at Ring of Rage, I will toss you aside, by any means necessary. It’s my time now Flammenkrieg, just accept it. And accept your destiny, because there is simply no avoiding it. And your destiny at Ring of Rage Flammenkrieg, it’s simple… LIGHTS OUT! [/red]
Royal lets out a laugh before flicking the room’s lone light bulb off, leaving the camera picking up nothing but pitch blackness as the scene fades away.
[red] Royal: “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure…” [/red]
After reading the first two lines of the Marianne Williamson poem, Royal stops abruptly and tosses the book aside before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: Don’t get too excited, because no, this is not the AWR’s newest web show “Poetry Hour With Anthony Royal.” No, it’s just something about this poem grabs my attention, the concept of fear. Fear is such a complex and mysterious thing. Fear can hold a person back from reaching their true potential, or fear can drive a person to achieve greatness. But the greatest power of fear is that it exists in everyone. Every single person on this earth fears something. No matter what false sense of security we cloak ourselves in there is always a dent in our armor of bravado. There is always at least one fear nestled within the confides of our souls. Yes, even a great warrior like my Ring of Rage opponent Flammenkrieg has fear in his heart. [/red]
An evil look overtakes Royal’s face at the mention of the man he cowardly assaulted on two separate occasions.
[red] Royal: Now on the surface, Flammenkrieg looks like an absolutely fearless man. I mean, what could this man have to fear? He’s big, he’s powerful, he’s athletic. Flammenkrieg is everything a true wrestling superstar should be. When I came to the AWR, I made the statement that nobody here is in my league. Before the AWR cameras, I will admit that said statement was an ego driven hyperbole. The number is small, but I see Flammenkrieg as one man who is worthy of my time. My attacks were not random, they were calculated and very well planned. Flammenkrieg was a chosen victim because when I look at him I see a man who can be, no, who absolutely should be a star. But yet, at the same time, I see a man who has underachieved. I see a man who lives below his true potential, and I asked myself why. Why is this the case? Why is Flammenkrieg not an undefeated, unstoppable monster? And then last week, the answer became painfully apparent. The thing that holds Flammenkrieg back is the very thing that is in fact his deepest fear. [/red]
Royal pauses momentarily to let his words be digested before continuing.
[red] Royal: What Flammenkrieg fears is the imaginary line that exists in the wrestling world, the line between good and bad, right and wrong, admirable and despicable. Flammenkrieg isn’t afraid to blur the line by attacking innocent commentators like Neal Steal. But he is afraid to leap across that line like a lioness on its prey and do something so stomach churning and awful that people are afraid to even say his name. Last week, I witnessed Flammenkrieg and Slick put on an absolute classic match. I watched two men go to war and give each other absolutely everything they have to the point that a winner couldn’t be determined. And I’ll admit, when it was all said and done, I felt nothing but respect for both of these men. But then, something happened that almost made me vomit. After beating the holy hell out of one another, Flammenkrieg and Slick decided act like a couple high school buddies and toss back a couple beers. That’s when I knew Flammenkrieg was weak and fearful. Flammenkrieg, when Slick offered you that beer, you should have caved his face in and left him lying in a heap of blood and beer suds, but you didn’t. And why? Because, like I said, you are afraid to cross the line. You’re afraid to step on toes. You’re afraid to do what you have to do in order to get to the top, no matter how evil or underhanded in may be. I’m not Flammenkrieg. Not at all. There is no line I won’t cross. I proved that when I hastily left the arena before your arrival, only to return, cut the lights, and wrapa metal chair around your head. This chair to be more specific. [/red]
With that, Royal smirks and gets up and folds the chair he was sitting on. He holds it up to the light, revealing a dent and a blood stain.
[red] Royal: You see that Flammenkrieg? That is your blood. And this chair? Well this chair is my own personal trophy. And do you know why I have it Flammenkrieg? Because I am not afraid. I’m not afraid to cross that line. I’m not afraid to be underhanded. I’m not afraid to be “the bad guy.” Sure, some may call my actions cowardly, but I call then genius. I call them the reason that I am at the level of excellence that I am. People can call my attacks cowardly all they want. They can call me a coward and a cheap shot artist, but guess what, I don’t care, because it wasn’t the cowardly, smarmy, son of a bitch Anthony Royal who was lying in a pool of his own blood, slipping in and out of consciousness, no, instead, it was the honorable warrior, the great and mighty Flammenkrieg. If you want to beat me Flammenkrieg, you’re going to have to stoop down to my level, and you’re too afraid to do that. This isn’t about honor, dignity, or pride, it’s about results, and I get results. It’s not about being the better man, it’s about simply being better, and I’m the best. I’m in your head Flammenkrieg. The second I caved your skull in with this chair, I entered, and no matter what you do, you can’t get me out. I know for a fact that you want to destroy me Flammenkrieg. I know that you want to wrap your massive hands around my throat and choke the life out of me. To put it simple Flammenkrieg, I know you want to kick my ass. And guess what, you probably will. At Ring of Rage, you will tear me to pieces. I tasted your blood, and at Ring of Rage, I’d put money on the fact that you’ll get a taste of mine. Getting out of bed Wednesday morning will be a lot harder for me than it will be for you. But when I wake up on Wednesday morning, no matter how hard it is for me to move, no matter how much my head is throbbing, no matter how swollen my face is, I will wake up the winner. I will wake up one step closer to completing my ultimate mission. I will wake up as the man who slayed the dragon known as Flammenkrieg. You’re a vengeful man who’s too afraid to do the horrible things necessary to get that vengeance, and I will take advantage of that. So while you will make me feel the pain I’ve made you feel, you’re hesitation to act on your animal instincts will be your down fall, and I will take advantage. There will be absolutely no hesitation on my part, none whatsoever. The first chance I get to take you out, no matter by what means, I will do it. Whatever it takes Flammenkrieg, I will put you down like the dog that you are. You won’t go to the limits to taste victory that I will Flammenkrieg. I win by all means necessary. And with a victory over a top dog like you under my belt, the world will have no choice but to accept me as their savior, their hero, and the beautiful new face of this company. To me, the fans don’t matter, and the respect of the boys in the back doesn’t matter. All that matters is the W in the record book and the paycheck and power that comes with it. All that matters is the that Era of Anthony Royal continues its advancements. So whether I have to do something as miniscule as slip a foot on the bottom rope for leverage to pin your shoulders to the mat, or something as drastic as snapping your neck like a piece of rotted wood so you simply can no longer continue to fight me, I swear to God I will do it. I will defeat you Flammenkrieg, there is no doubt in my mind. The only question I have is, after the match, will your greatest fear still be crossing the line between good and evil, or will your greatest fear be Anthony Royal. [/red]
Royal flashes the camera a smug smile. He stares at the chair with Flammenkrieg’s blood on it, relishing the attack from the previous week. He slowly rubs his hand across the chair and lets out a laugh.
[red] Royal: So Flammenkrieg, I advise you to be prepared for anything come Ring of Rage, well, everything except victory, because I assure you that will not be happening. This company is mine now Flammenkrieg, and this pedestal just isn’t big enough for the two of us. I will send you crashing back down to earth where you belong. I know you won’t step aside, which is why at Ring of Rage, I will toss you aside, by any means necessary. It’s my time now Flammenkrieg, just accept it. And accept your destiny, because there is simply no avoiding it. And your destiny at Ring of Rage Flammenkrieg, it’s simple… LIGHTS OUT! [/red]
Royal lets out a laugh before flicking the room’s lone light bulb off, leaving the camera picking up nothing but pitch blackness as the scene fades away.