Post by Anthony Royal on Nov 6, 2011 12:50:32 GMT -4
The scene opens to a sea of people in front of a stage. The people consist of mostly reporter types with microphones, voice recorders and notepads in hand. They look as if they are waiting on something. Suddenly, chatter begins and camera bulbs begin flashing as Anthony Royal makes his way across the stage. Royal is well-dressed in a custom, expensive suit. Another well-dressed man flanks Royal, most likely his agent or possibly PR rep. Royal and his agent walk to the center of the stage where a podium protruding with microphones is set up. Royal’s agent speaks.
[purple] Agent: Mr. Royal will now take your questions. [/purple]
Excitement fills the crowd as reporters frantically raise their hands hoping to be called upon. Royal’s agent nods towards a portly man who excitedly begins to address Royal.
[blue] Reporter #1: Well Anthony, I was just wondering… [/blue]
The man is cut off by a furious Royal.
[red] Royal: Listen here chubs, to you, my name is Mr. Royal. You will address me in this manner or you will not address me at all. [/red]
The man appears flustered.
[blue] Reporter #1: I’m..I’m sorry An…Mr. Royal. I was just wondering why you so brutally attacked David Saturn last week. [/blue]
Royal appears annoyed by the question.
[red] Royal: Because he deserved it. It’s that simple. David thinks he’s above the law. He thinks he can do whatever he pleases without having to worry about repercussions and last week he messed with the wrong person. I told David he didn’t know what he was talking about. I told him to shut his mouth and he refused so I simply did it for him. Really you should all be thanking me for getting rid of that fountain of misinformation. So, you’re welcome. [/red]
[blue] Reporter #1: But, Mr. Royal, who was David Saturn referring to? Who is the higher power? [/blue]
[red] Royal: I’ll answer your question with a question of my own. Are you an idiot? What the hell did I just say? THERE IS NO HIGHER POWER! David is a moron. He had not the slightest clue what he was talking about, but as he tends to do, he continued to spew ignorant garbage. David is nothing more than a paranoid piece of excrement, and last week I kicked the conspiracy right out of his head. [/red]
Royal’s agent then nods to another reporter.
[green] Reporter #2: My question is, how can you even stand here in front of us, or even look yourself in the mirror after what you did last week, assaulting not only an innocent man, but a commentator at that? [/green]
[red] Royal: I will not stand here and be vilified for my actions a week ago. Have you all forgotten that Flammenkreig launched an unprovoked attack on the best commentator the business has ever seen, Neal Steal? The fact is David Saturn deserved what he got. He had no right to try to air my personal business in front of the entire world, not that there is anything to air, but it’s the principle of the matter. David Saturn deserved a beating and that’s what I gave him. I will field no more questions on the matter. [/red]
Another reporter is selected to ask a question.
[yellow] Reporter #3: What is your strategy this week in a cage match against Hell? [/yellow]
Royal appears surprised by this question.
[red] Royal: Come again? [/red]
[yellow] Reporter #3: Your cage match with Hell. What is your strategy? [/yellow]
Royal appears taken aback, as if he wasn’t aware of the match.
[red] Royal: My agent will field questions from here on out. [/red]
With that Royal leaves the stage. The scene then fades away. We come back to Royal sitting alone on a folding chair in a poorly lit room. The room is surrounded by chain link fence. Royal gets up from the chair and walks to the fence. He grabs ahold of it as a sinister smile creeps across his face.
[red] Royal: So this is what it comes to Hell…[/red]
Royal turns away from the fence and back to the camera.
[red] Royal: The two of us Hell, two greats, locked inside of a cage, like nothing more than animals. Animals Hell, you and I will be locked up like common beasts. But when you look at it Hell, that really is what we are, isn’t it? When it really comes down to it, we’re both animals. Animals don’t think about their actions. Rather, they act on instinct. Animals don’t question whether what they are doing is the “right” thing to do. They don’t question the morality of their actions, no, they just act. That’s what we do Hell, the both of us. Two weeks ago, your instincts told you to wrap a rope around Robert Carr’s throat and lynch the man. Two weeks ago, your instincts told you to bite down onto my forehead and tear a hunk of flesh from my face. Morals didn’t come into play. No ethics were involved. You simply did what you felt you needed to do, much like last week when I destroyed David Saturn. I didn’t consider anything but my own benefit in that attack, and there is nothing more animalistic than that. And Hell, I can admit, I respect you for that. I respect that animal that you are; I respect the monster within you. Two weeks ago when we stood toe to toe, you have no idea the respect I felt for you. Every blow you delivered and every blow you withstood made me respect you more and more Hell. So this is not a matter of disrespect. No, I fully respect what you are capable of. But this Hell, this is a mistake. Locking yourself inside a steel cage with me is a grave, deadly mistake. [/red]
Royal’s eyes fill with evil as he glides his hand across the cold steel of the chain link fence.
[red] Royal: You see Hell, I know that I am in your head. I know that night after night you wake up to your own blood curling scream as cold, panicked sweat drips down your brow because once again, you’ve dreamt of me. Once again you’ve had to relive my wrath and no matter what you do you can’t escape. I know that you think standing against your demon will halt the nightmares, but it won’t. Stepping into a cage with me won’t cease the nightmares Hell, it will only serve to amplify them. An animal is at its most dangerous when it is at its most vulnerable. Locked inside a steel cage with a seven foot behemoth, I think I’m pretty damn vulnerable. What that means Hell is that I am not at all responsible for my actions. What I do inside that cage is not on my shoulders. I promise you Hell, you will feel the wrath of a vulnerable animal. And the longer this match goes, the more I will be favored. The more pain you put on me, the more dangerous I become. There’s nothing worse than a wounded animal Hell. So as you desperately try to shake me from your nightmares, as you launch me into the cage wall, as you rake my face across the chain link, as you spill my blood, know that you are only making things worse for yourself. A wounded animal is a desperate animal, and Hell, just think of the kind of sick things I could be capable of if I become desperate. I will do anything to come out on top this week Hell, even if it means putting an end to your incredible career. Coming into this match Hell, you’re damaged goods. Physically, aside from your kidney, you are fine. It is mentally where the most damage is done. Your ego is severely impaired. When I pinned your shoulders to the mat two weeks ago, the mystique of Hell vanished. You were revealed to be not supernatural, but mortal. Skin and bones Hell, that’s all you are, just like the rest of us. The unbeatable aura that use to radiate from you is gone. I took it from you Hell, and I will never give it back. I’ve hijacked your legacy Hell. It belongs to me. And after the things I do to you this week Hell, I will own not just your legacy, but your soul. After I spill your blood and beat you down to the point that you can’t stop me from escaping the cage, the world will see once and for all that Hell is good, but Anthony Royal is great. You made a feeble attempt to try and regain your prestige last week by taking on all of SIN, but you know as well as I do that not one member of SIN is in my league. You had your time at the top Hell, now it’s mine. You’ve been on a pedestal here in the AWR since day one, that ends Tuesday. I’m going to knock you right off that pedestal Hell, and it is a very, very long way down. I said I respect you Hell, and that wasn’t a lie. I do. I absolutely respect you. But no matter how much respect I have for you, I’m still just a low down, no good, animal, and I will not hesitate to take you behind the shed and end you like the dog that you are. [/red]
Royal glares into the camera with intense, evil eyes. He once again runs his hand across the steel fencing and smiles at the thought of the damage he can cause inside a steel cage.
[red] Royal: So Hell, do all you can to prepare for Crash TV, because it will no doubt be a war. I would even hazard to say that when the final bell rings, neither of us will ever be the same again. But here’s the cold, hard fact. When the final bell rings, once again, I will be a winner, and that makes you the loser Hell. I will take ownership of your legacy. I will remain in your nightmares. And I will finally stand front and center, by myself, as THE top star in this company. There’s nothing you can do about it Hell, it’s my time now. We’re animals Hell, the both of us, and the animal kingdom goes by Darwin’s Law. In this world Hell, it’s survival of the fittest, and Hell, I’m a survivor. [/red]
Royal gives the camera one last evil glare. He then begins to laugh a demented laugh as the scene fades to black.
[purple] Agent: Mr. Royal will now take your questions. [/purple]
Excitement fills the crowd as reporters frantically raise their hands hoping to be called upon. Royal’s agent nods towards a portly man who excitedly begins to address Royal.
[blue] Reporter #1: Well Anthony, I was just wondering… [/blue]
The man is cut off by a furious Royal.
[red] Royal: Listen here chubs, to you, my name is Mr. Royal. You will address me in this manner or you will not address me at all. [/red]
The man appears flustered.
[blue] Reporter #1: I’m..I’m sorry An…Mr. Royal. I was just wondering why you so brutally attacked David Saturn last week. [/blue]
Royal appears annoyed by the question.
[red] Royal: Because he deserved it. It’s that simple. David thinks he’s above the law. He thinks he can do whatever he pleases without having to worry about repercussions and last week he messed with the wrong person. I told David he didn’t know what he was talking about. I told him to shut his mouth and he refused so I simply did it for him. Really you should all be thanking me for getting rid of that fountain of misinformation. So, you’re welcome. [/red]
[blue] Reporter #1: But, Mr. Royal, who was David Saturn referring to? Who is the higher power? [/blue]
[red] Royal: I’ll answer your question with a question of my own. Are you an idiot? What the hell did I just say? THERE IS NO HIGHER POWER! David is a moron. He had not the slightest clue what he was talking about, but as he tends to do, he continued to spew ignorant garbage. David is nothing more than a paranoid piece of excrement, and last week I kicked the conspiracy right out of his head. [/red]
Royal’s agent then nods to another reporter.
[green] Reporter #2: My question is, how can you even stand here in front of us, or even look yourself in the mirror after what you did last week, assaulting not only an innocent man, but a commentator at that? [/green]
[red] Royal: I will not stand here and be vilified for my actions a week ago. Have you all forgotten that Flammenkreig launched an unprovoked attack on the best commentator the business has ever seen, Neal Steal? The fact is David Saturn deserved what he got. He had no right to try to air my personal business in front of the entire world, not that there is anything to air, but it’s the principle of the matter. David Saturn deserved a beating and that’s what I gave him. I will field no more questions on the matter. [/red]
Another reporter is selected to ask a question.
[yellow] Reporter #3: What is your strategy this week in a cage match against Hell? [/yellow]
Royal appears surprised by this question.
[red] Royal: Come again? [/red]
[yellow] Reporter #3: Your cage match with Hell. What is your strategy? [/yellow]
Royal appears taken aback, as if he wasn’t aware of the match.
[red] Royal: My agent will field questions from here on out. [/red]
With that Royal leaves the stage. The scene then fades away. We come back to Royal sitting alone on a folding chair in a poorly lit room. The room is surrounded by chain link fence. Royal gets up from the chair and walks to the fence. He grabs ahold of it as a sinister smile creeps across his face.
[red] Royal: So this is what it comes to Hell…[/red]
Royal turns away from the fence and back to the camera.
[red] Royal: The two of us Hell, two greats, locked inside of a cage, like nothing more than animals. Animals Hell, you and I will be locked up like common beasts. But when you look at it Hell, that really is what we are, isn’t it? When it really comes down to it, we’re both animals. Animals don’t think about their actions. Rather, they act on instinct. Animals don’t question whether what they are doing is the “right” thing to do. They don’t question the morality of their actions, no, they just act. That’s what we do Hell, the both of us. Two weeks ago, your instincts told you to wrap a rope around Robert Carr’s throat and lynch the man. Two weeks ago, your instincts told you to bite down onto my forehead and tear a hunk of flesh from my face. Morals didn’t come into play. No ethics were involved. You simply did what you felt you needed to do, much like last week when I destroyed David Saturn. I didn’t consider anything but my own benefit in that attack, and there is nothing more animalistic than that. And Hell, I can admit, I respect you for that. I respect that animal that you are; I respect the monster within you. Two weeks ago when we stood toe to toe, you have no idea the respect I felt for you. Every blow you delivered and every blow you withstood made me respect you more and more Hell. So this is not a matter of disrespect. No, I fully respect what you are capable of. But this Hell, this is a mistake. Locking yourself inside a steel cage with me is a grave, deadly mistake. [/red]
Royal’s eyes fill with evil as he glides his hand across the cold steel of the chain link fence.
[red] Royal: You see Hell, I know that I am in your head. I know that night after night you wake up to your own blood curling scream as cold, panicked sweat drips down your brow because once again, you’ve dreamt of me. Once again you’ve had to relive my wrath and no matter what you do you can’t escape. I know that you think standing against your demon will halt the nightmares, but it won’t. Stepping into a cage with me won’t cease the nightmares Hell, it will only serve to amplify them. An animal is at its most dangerous when it is at its most vulnerable. Locked inside a steel cage with a seven foot behemoth, I think I’m pretty damn vulnerable. What that means Hell is that I am not at all responsible for my actions. What I do inside that cage is not on my shoulders. I promise you Hell, you will feel the wrath of a vulnerable animal. And the longer this match goes, the more I will be favored. The more pain you put on me, the more dangerous I become. There’s nothing worse than a wounded animal Hell. So as you desperately try to shake me from your nightmares, as you launch me into the cage wall, as you rake my face across the chain link, as you spill my blood, know that you are only making things worse for yourself. A wounded animal is a desperate animal, and Hell, just think of the kind of sick things I could be capable of if I become desperate. I will do anything to come out on top this week Hell, even if it means putting an end to your incredible career. Coming into this match Hell, you’re damaged goods. Physically, aside from your kidney, you are fine. It is mentally where the most damage is done. Your ego is severely impaired. When I pinned your shoulders to the mat two weeks ago, the mystique of Hell vanished. You were revealed to be not supernatural, but mortal. Skin and bones Hell, that’s all you are, just like the rest of us. The unbeatable aura that use to radiate from you is gone. I took it from you Hell, and I will never give it back. I’ve hijacked your legacy Hell. It belongs to me. And after the things I do to you this week Hell, I will own not just your legacy, but your soul. After I spill your blood and beat you down to the point that you can’t stop me from escaping the cage, the world will see once and for all that Hell is good, but Anthony Royal is great. You made a feeble attempt to try and regain your prestige last week by taking on all of SIN, but you know as well as I do that not one member of SIN is in my league. You had your time at the top Hell, now it’s mine. You’ve been on a pedestal here in the AWR since day one, that ends Tuesday. I’m going to knock you right off that pedestal Hell, and it is a very, very long way down. I said I respect you Hell, and that wasn’t a lie. I do. I absolutely respect you. But no matter how much respect I have for you, I’m still just a low down, no good, animal, and I will not hesitate to take you behind the shed and end you like the dog that you are. [/red]
Royal glares into the camera with intense, evil eyes. He once again runs his hand across the steel fencing and smiles at the thought of the damage he can cause inside a steel cage.
[red] Royal: So Hell, do all you can to prepare for Crash TV, because it will no doubt be a war. I would even hazard to say that when the final bell rings, neither of us will ever be the same again. But here’s the cold, hard fact. When the final bell rings, once again, I will be a winner, and that makes you the loser Hell. I will take ownership of your legacy. I will remain in your nightmares. And I will finally stand front and center, by myself, as THE top star in this company. There’s nothing you can do about it Hell, it’s my time now. We’re animals Hell, the both of us, and the animal kingdom goes by Darwin’s Law. In this world Hell, it’s survival of the fittest, and Hell, I’m a survivor. [/red]
Royal gives the camera one last evil glare. He then begins to laugh a demented laugh as the scene fades to black.