Post by Anthony Royal on Aug 25, 2012 2:59:02 GMT -4
The scene opens with an exterior shot of a sight that has not been seen for quite some time. Still, this sight is unmistakable. It is the extravagant mansion of none other than Anthony Royal. The camera goes inside, follows the long hallway and hangs a right into the library of Anthony Royal. There, on a leather couch, sits Royal. His appearance is unkempt. His hair is messy and a mass of hair covers his usually clean shaven face. He appears to be very on edge. In his lap sits a burlap sack of sorts. Royal notices the camera and begins to speak.
[red] Royal: It’s about damn time! [/red]
Royal’s face is red with anger as he yells at the camera man. Suddenly, he gets up from the chair and begins pacing.
[red] Royal: You see, I know you came over here to get a “promo” from me. I know you came here in the hopes that I would say something to spark the interest of the sheep fans and sway them to buy a ticket to the show or watch it on television, but that’s not why I let you come. The only reason you are here is to act as a vehicle for me to express my grievances towards the AWR [/red]
Royal walks over to the couch and picks up the sack that previously rested on his lap. He opens it up and removes the old AWR World Heavyweight Championship belt. His eyes fill with anger as he looks closely at it. He then turns back to the camera and continues speaking.
[red] Royal: You see this? Ten months ago, in front of thousands of fans in attendance and millions sitting at home on their glutton filled rear ends, Silvio Megala handed this belt to me. Ten months ago, Silvio Megala made ME his corporate champion. Silvio Megala made me his hand-picked warrior to fight the good fight and make sure that the AWR could be seen as a respectable wrestling company. Ten months ago, Silvio Megala named me the first ever AWR World Heavyweight Champion. But oh, how things changed in ten months. You see, not that long ago, I found out that the AWR was on the verge of rising from the ashes, and I thought to myself, “Perfect! My company is back! I can continue to lead the AWR to the top of the wrestling world!” But then what do I find? An 8-man tournament to crown a new AWR Champion? What kind of BS is this!? [/red]
Royal tosses the belt down on the couch in frustration. He kicks the couch before going back to his tirade.
[red] Royal: I don’t know what is going on here, but I don’t like it. I’ve called Silvio, I’ve texted Silvio, I’ve emailed Silvio, but guess what. I haven’t heard a damn thing. So now, here I am, the shining star of the wrestling world, having to earn a title that I never lost. I’m telling you right now that I will get to the bottom of this. And I’m putting everyone on notice, I will be the NEW AWR World Heavyweight Champion, and this time, there will be no foolish shareholders to stand in my way. I will win this tournament, but I will do so under protest! [/red]
With that, Royal sits back down on the couch. He takes a few deep breaths and then, surprisingly, he calmly continues to speak.
[red] Royal: Now that that’s out of the way, let’s get on with my potential opponents, shall we? First of all, let me address Dustin Weaver, Gunner Hughes and Zane Byers. I have never heard of any of you, nor have any of you ever wrestled a match in the AWR. Therefore, I must ask, what have any of you done to deserve a chance at being called a World Champion? What’s that? Nothing? Oh, that’s what I thought. To me, you three are the most insignificant of the scum in this tournament, and I actually hope that I don’t pull any of your names, not because I fear you, but rather I do not wish to dirty my hands with such lowly creatures. [/red]
Royal flashes a camera an arrogant smirk before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: Then, there’s Tracy Adkins. Tracy, my friend, I must say, I am absolutely flattered at your words. I mean, you see me as the only real threat in this tournament? Look at this face. Do you see how red I am? You have me blushing Tracy. [/red]
Royal laughs before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: But in all seriousness, it’s nice to know that you do have a functioning brain in that head of yours, seeing as you realize how good I am. Of course, I see that intelligence only goes so far; as you actually think you can best me. That’s laughable Tracy. You and I are on totally different playing fields. I’m the Miami Heat and you’re the JV basketball squad. You say I hide the fact that I’m a monster? You couldn’t be more wrong. I relish the monster within me. I like it when it takes over, and if you’re such a glutton for punishment that you have the balls to call me out, then I will have absolutely no problem releasing it on you. You’ve never stepped into the ring with a competitor quite like me Tracy, and the fact is, you just can’t hang. You better pray that you don’t draw me in this tournament Tracy. Maybe God will have mercy on you and you’ll face one of these other scrubs. But if you don’t get that mercy from God, you sure as hell won’t get it from me. [/red]
Royal glares into the camera with eyes full of evil.
[red] Royal: Then, we have Jason Howard. Jason, the only thing that puts you on a higher level than the 3 nobodies that I mentioned earlier is the fact that you actually have wrestled here in the AWR. Now of course, you were a joke during your first run here, and guess what, you still are. Jason Howard, you’re the punch line of the tournament. Congratulations. If you have the displeasure of going one on one with me Jason, well, simply put, I’ll go through you faster than Playboy Pete’s laxatives did.[/red]
Royal laughs at his own joke like an obnoxious piece of trash.
[red] Royal: And of course, it wouldn’t be AWR without the resident drunk Slick Doctor. Now the last time I saw Slick, he was running down to the ring to save his pal Flammenkreig from the beat down of his life at the hands of yours truly. Slick, that didn’t sit well with me, and we never really got to settle that dispute now did we? But what better way to settle in than in a tournament for the richest prize in the game. Slick, you were one of the AWR’s biggest problems, and unless you’ve entered a 12 step program, I imagine that this will still be the case. Eventually, I was going to take you out, so why not now? If we meet in the first round Slick, not only will your dreams of once again being a World Champion be shattered, but your career will suffer the same fate. It was my mission to eliminate garbage like you, and whether Silvio is here or not, I will still make good on my promise to him. A drunken slob as World Champion? No, I won’t let that happen. Slick, if we find ourselves in the ring together in this first round match, I will give you such a beating, that even you won’t be able to drink enough to make yourself feel better. [/red]
Royal pauses slightly to reflect on his words. He then smirks.
[red] Royal: And then, there’s the man of the hour. The personification of hype. Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny. [/red]
Royal laughs at the mention of Destiny.
[red] Royal: I heard what you had to say Kris, and boy, you sure think highly of yourself, don’t you? And why not? You see Kris, you may not know who I am, but I know who you are. You are one of the all-time greats. Everywhere you have gone, you have been a champion. Success has never eluded you. But Kris, do you know why that is? Well, it’s simple. You and I have never shared a ring. You see, with me around, success is going to be a little tougher to come by. The AWR is my company. If you think you are going to waltz in here and take over, you are sadly mistaken. Feel free to fight with the Cretans to become my second fiddle, but keep your aspirations there, because any higher will lead to nothing but frustration and disappointment. Soon, you’ll understand my greatness. Soon, those voices in your head will be telling you what deep down you already know. You are just not as good as me. And it’s nothing to be ashamed of Kris. It’s just the way it is. I am the greatest wrestler on this Earth. For the first time in your life Kris, welcome to second place. I hope that the stars align just right Kris, and that you and I don’t lock horns into the World Championship is on the line. Because then, in the biggest match of this company’s history, I can beat one of the all-time greats and etch my name in the annals of wrestling history as, plain and simple, THE BEST! [/red]
Royal smiles at the thought of being recognized as the best before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: Gunner, Tracy, Jason, Dustin, Zane, Slick and Fa Sho, one of you is in for a very, very rough night. One of you will face the wrath of an uncrowned champion. This tournament is a joke, but I will not treat it as such. I will dominate like I have never dominated before. I should be AWR Champion right now, but for some reason, I’m not, and I will take that out on all of the unfortunate souls who have to face me in this tournament. Whoever it is in the first round, you are merely the first victim, the first of three. Eventually, three men will succumb to my greatness and I will finally take my rightful place at the top of the AWR mountain. And remember, everything I do, all the lives I destroy and all the havoc I wreak, it will all be under protest. [/red]
With that, Royal shoves the camera away as the scene fades to black/
[red] Royal: It’s about damn time! [/red]
Royal’s face is red with anger as he yells at the camera man. Suddenly, he gets up from the chair and begins pacing.
[red] Royal: You see, I know you came over here to get a “promo” from me. I know you came here in the hopes that I would say something to spark the interest of the sheep fans and sway them to buy a ticket to the show or watch it on television, but that’s not why I let you come. The only reason you are here is to act as a vehicle for me to express my grievances towards the AWR [/red]
Royal walks over to the couch and picks up the sack that previously rested on his lap. He opens it up and removes the old AWR World Heavyweight Championship belt. His eyes fill with anger as he looks closely at it. He then turns back to the camera and continues speaking.
[red] Royal: You see this? Ten months ago, in front of thousands of fans in attendance and millions sitting at home on their glutton filled rear ends, Silvio Megala handed this belt to me. Ten months ago, Silvio Megala made ME his corporate champion. Silvio Megala made me his hand-picked warrior to fight the good fight and make sure that the AWR could be seen as a respectable wrestling company. Ten months ago, Silvio Megala named me the first ever AWR World Heavyweight Champion. But oh, how things changed in ten months. You see, not that long ago, I found out that the AWR was on the verge of rising from the ashes, and I thought to myself, “Perfect! My company is back! I can continue to lead the AWR to the top of the wrestling world!” But then what do I find? An 8-man tournament to crown a new AWR Champion? What kind of BS is this!? [/red]
Royal tosses the belt down on the couch in frustration. He kicks the couch before going back to his tirade.
[red] Royal: I don’t know what is going on here, but I don’t like it. I’ve called Silvio, I’ve texted Silvio, I’ve emailed Silvio, but guess what. I haven’t heard a damn thing. So now, here I am, the shining star of the wrestling world, having to earn a title that I never lost. I’m telling you right now that I will get to the bottom of this. And I’m putting everyone on notice, I will be the NEW AWR World Heavyweight Champion, and this time, there will be no foolish shareholders to stand in my way. I will win this tournament, but I will do so under protest! [/red]
With that, Royal sits back down on the couch. He takes a few deep breaths and then, surprisingly, he calmly continues to speak.
[red] Royal: Now that that’s out of the way, let’s get on with my potential opponents, shall we? First of all, let me address Dustin Weaver, Gunner Hughes and Zane Byers. I have never heard of any of you, nor have any of you ever wrestled a match in the AWR. Therefore, I must ask, what have any of you done to deserve a chance at being called a World Champion? What’s that? Nothing? Oh, that’s what I thought. To me, you three are the most insignificant of the scum in this tournament, and I actually hope that I don’t pull any of your names, not because I fear you, but rather I do not wish to dirty my hands with such lowly creatures. [/red]
Royal flashes a camera an arrogant smirk before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: Then, there’s Tracy Adkins. Tracy, my friend, I must say, I am absolutely flattered at your words. I mean, you see me as the only real threat in this tournament? Look at this face. Do you see how red I am? You have me blushing Tracy. [/red]
Royal laughs before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: But in all seriousness, it’s nice to know that you do have a functioning brain in that head of yours, seeing as you realize how good I am. Of course, I see that intelligence only goes so far; as you actually think you can best me. That’s laughable Tracy. You and I are on totally different playing fields. I’m the Miami Heat and you’re the JV basketball squad. You say I hide the fact that I’m a monster? You couldn’t be more wrong. I relish the monster within me. I like it when it takes over, and if you’re such a glutton for punishment that you have the balls to call me out, then I will have absolutely no problem releasing it on you. You’ve never stepped into the ring with a competitor quite like me Tracy, and the fact is, you just can’t hang. You better pray that you don’t draw me in this tournament Tracy. Maybe God will have mercy on you and you’ll face one of these other scrubs. But if you don’t get that mercy from God, you sure as hell won’t get it from me. [/red]
Royal glares into the camera with eyes full of evil.
[red] Royal: Then, we have Jason Howard. Jason, the only thing that puts you on a higher level than the 3 nobodies that I mentioned earlier is the fact that you actually have wrestled here in the AWR. Now of course, you were a joke during your first run here, and guess what, you still are. Jason Howard, you’re the punch line of the tournament. Congratulations. If you have the displeasure of going one on one with me Jason, well, simply put, I’ll go through you faster than Playboy Pete’s laxatives did.[/red]
Royal laughs at his own joke like an obnoxious piece of trash.
[red] Royal: And of course, it wouldn’t be AWR without the resident drunk Slick Doctor. Now the last time I saw Slick, he was running down to the ring to save his pal Flammenkreig from the beat down of his life at the hands of yours truly. Slick, that didn’t sit well with me, and we never really got to settle that dispute now did we? But what better way to settle in than in a tournament for the richest prize in the game. Slick, you were one of the AWR’s biggest problems, and unless you’ve entered a 12 step program, I imagine that this will still be the case. Eventually, I was going to take you out, so why not now? If we meet in the first round Slick, not only will your dreams of once again being a World Champion be shattered, but your career will suffer the same fate. It was my mission to eliminate garbage like you, and whether Silvio is here or not, I will still make good on my promise to him. A drunken slob as World Champion? No, I won’t let that happen. Slick, if we find ourselves in the ring together in this first round match, I will give you such a beating, that even you won’t be able to drink enough to make yourself feel better. [/red]
Royal pauses slightly to reflect on his words. He then smirks.
[red] Royal: And then, there’s the man of the hour. The personification of hype. Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny. [/red]
Royal laughs at the mention of Destiny.
[red] Royal: I heard what you had to say Kris, and boy, you sure think highly of yourself, don’t you? And why not? You see Kris, you may not know who I am, but I know who you are. You are one of the all-time greats. Everywhere you have gone, you have been a champion. Success has never eluded you. But Kris, do you know why that is? Well, it’s simple. You and I have never shared a ring. You see, with me around, success is going to be a little tougher to come by. The AWR is my company. If you think you are going to waltz in here and take over, you are sadly mistaken. Feel free to fight with the Cretans to become my second fiddle, but keep your aspirations there, because any higher will lead to nothing but frustration and disappointment. Soon, you’ll understand my greatness. Soon, those voices in your head will be telling you what deep down you already know. You are just not as good as me. And it’s nothing to be ashamed of Kris. It’s just the way it is. I am the greatest wrestler on this Earth. For the first time in your life Kris, welcome to second place. I hope that the stars align just right Kris, and that you and I don’t lock horns into the World Championship is on the line. Because then, in the biggest match of this company’s history, I can beat one of the all-time greats and etch my name in the annals of wrestling history as, plain and simple, THE BEST! [/red]
Royal smiles at the thought of being recognized as the best before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: Gunner, Tracy, Jason, Dustin, Zane, Slick and Fa Sho, one of you is in for a very, very rough night. One of you will face the wrath of an uncrowned champion. This tournament is a joke, but I will not treat it as such. I will dominate like I have never dominated before. I should be AWR Champion right now, but for some reason, I’m not, and I will take that out on all of the unfortunate souls who have to face me in this tournament. Whoever it is in the first round, you are merely the first victim, the first of three. Eventually, three men will succumb to my greatness and I will finally take my rightful place at the top of the AWR mountain. And remember, everything I do, all the lives I destroy and all the havoc I wreak, it will all be under protest. [/red]
With that, Royal shoves the camera away as the scene fades to black/