Post by Anthony Royal on Aug 31, 2012 20:13:24 GMT -4
The scene opens with a shot of a busy street. Up the street and to the right, there is an empty parking lot. A large banner hangs between two light posts in the parking lot. The banner reads “Protest Rally.” Under the banner, Anthony Royal and his agent stand, both wearing suits and holding picket signs which read “Uncrowned Champion.” Royal’s agent appears uncomfortable and stands still, holding up the sign. Royal meanwhile, is pacing back and forth yelling words of protest.
[red] Royal: IT’S NOT RIGHT, IT’s NOT FAIR; DON’T LET THEM KEEP MY WAIST BARE! IT’S NOT RIGHT IT’S NOT FAIR; DON’T LET THEM KEEP MY WAIST BARE! [/red]
Suddenly, Royal stops the chanting. His face is red, perhaps from the yelling, or perhaps from anger. He turns to his agent and begins giving him a tongue lashing.
[red] Royal: Where in the hell is everybody!? I give you one simple job, organize a protest rally, and you can’t even do that? You’re worthless. [/red]
[blue] Agent: Sir, I’m sorry. I tried to get people to come. I really did. It’s just…it’s just, nobody was interested. [/blue]
[red] Royal: Are you serious right now? God’s gift to wrestling has his position as World Champion unjustly stripped away and you expect me to believe nobody is interested in protesting such blatant iniquitousness? [/red]
The agent begins to stammer nervously.
[blue] Agent: W-well, that’s just it sir, you were never really champion to begin with. I mean, it was never made official. The people feel that you weren’t really stripped of the championship because it was never actually yours to begin with. [/blue]
Royal glares a hole through his agent, his eyes filled with hatred. The agent gulps nervously. Royal’s angry expression then changes to a smile, resulting in his agent breathing a sigh of relief. Suddenly however, Royal slaps his agent hard across the face. So hard, in fact, that the man actually falls off of his feet to the pavement below. Royal then hovers over the man.
[red] Royal: Of course, this means you’re fired. Now get out of my sight before I knock your teeth so far back your throat that your feces will be filled with your own teeth. [/red]
The man quickly gets to his feet. A red hand print is now visible on his cheek. He puts his hand over it and runs away as Royal stares at him every step of the way. Royal then begins pacing around angrily. He is grabbing his hair, to the point of almost pulling it out. However, at the same time, he is laughing. Finally, he stops pacing and speaks.
[red] Royal: So, that’s what the people think? Huh, people, IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK!? I didn’t earn the AWR World Heavyweight Championship the first time around? That’s what you believe? [/red]
Momentarily, Royal looks as if he is about to absolutely lose his mind. However, he then takes a deep breath, calming down in the process.
[red] Royal: Fine. If that’s what you think, then fine. But listen here, I am telling you all right now, I am going to win this Deadly Game tournament. I am going to be the AWR World Heavyweight Champion. And ladies and gentlemen, when that happens, there will be absolutely no doubt in anyone’s minds if I earned it. [/red]
With that, Royal stomps away. He then walks over to a red Ferrari that was parked just off camera. He then speeds away and the camera fades away. The camera then fades back to the familiar sight of Royal’s mansion. The sun is just setting, and the sky is a fiery orange color. The camera cuts to Royal, sitting on the balcony of the mansion, staring up at the sunset, with a small smile on his face.
[red] Royal: Night to day, day to night, it’s a simple change that happens every day, but a change nonetheless. You see, change is always happening. There is simply no way to avoid it. This Deadly Game tournament is bringing change to the AWR. You see, for the first time in AWR history, we will have a REAL World Champion. Although I disagree wholeheartedly, I have accepted the fact that my title reign is not recognized. One of four men will be the first World Champion in this fledgling company’s history. [/red]
Royal turns his attention away from the sky and to the camera.
[red] Royal: Last week, in the first round of the tournament, the trash was taken out. The wannabes, the pretenders and the undeserving were tossed aside like the waste that they are, and now the real competition remains. Anthony Royal, Slick Doctor, Gunner Hughes and Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny. One of these four men will be AWR World Heavyweight Champion. One of these four men will become the face of the AWR as it rises from the dead to become the prototype of professional wrestling excellence. There are four of us, but only one can leap to the top of the mountain and claim history. Only one of the four has what it takes to call themselves Champion, and you know what they say, the cream rises to the top, and at the top, there will be only Anthony Royal [/red]
Royal shoots the camera an arrogant smirk, clearly confident in his ability to capture the AWR World Heavyweight Championship.
[red] Royal: Last week, Dustin Weaver became my first victim in this tournament. Just like the other three men who stand in my way, Dustin had big dreams. He thought this was his big opportunity. Finally, he was going to shatter the glass ceiling and become “the man.” But what happened? Quite simply, I happened. I crushed those pathetic dreams, turned them to nightmares and sent him plummeting back to reality where he belongs. As I said, he was only the first victim, there will be two more. The only real question is which lucky soul will avoid the unpleasant experience of stepping into the ring with me. [/red]
Royal lets out a small laugh and then continues to speak.
[red] Royal: Personally, I hope that lucky soul is Gunner Hughes. Not because I fear Mr. Hughes, oh no. Anthony Royal fears no man. No, the reason I hope Gunner Hughes avoids me in this tournament is because I actually like him, and I wouldn’t want to have to end his career before it really begins. You see Gunner, the fact is, I owe you an apology. I’m a big enough man to stand up when I make a mistake and admit that I am wrong, and last week my words were very, very wrong. Last week, I wrote you off as an undeserving miscreant who had no place in this tournament, but you absolutely proved me wrong. Across the ring, you saw a pathetic excuse for a man named Zane Byars, and you absolutely destroyed him. You pummeled him, spilled his blood and left him lying, defeated and broken. Plain and simple Gunner, you impressed me last week. Gunner, last week, you said that you were more than just a name to fill a slot, and you were absolutely right. You are the real deal. You are no longer an enigma in this tournament. No, now everyone knows what you are, and that is an absolute force. Now I know last week I said some things and you said some things, but I think you and me, we should leave the past where it belongs, in the past. You and I should join forces. Just think about it, with your raw power and my sheer talent, athletic ability, natural charisma, good looks, charm, the list of my amazing attributes can go on and on, but you get the point, we could be unstoppable. Now I know that I said I hope it isn’t you who has the unfortunate task of standing across the ring from me, out of respect for you, but if that happens, I’m giving you the opportunity to lie down. Join me, and lie down. You see Gunner, despite my new found respect for you; I won’t hesitate to shoot you down if you stand between me and my World Championship. It’s not every day that a man like me offers a man like you an opportunity such as this, so if I were you, I’d jump at it. Because if it comes down to the two of us going one on one in this tournament, and you disregard my offer, if you don’t lie down, well, I would take that as a sign of disrespect, and Gunner, people who disrespect me, they get hurt. They get hurt bad. They lose blood. They become a pathetic shell of their former self. People who disrespect me don’t often last very long in this business, because I force them out of it. So Gunner, if this tournament pits us against one another, I suggest you do what I say. You’re not ready to be a World Champion, but I can groom you. I can make you championship material. Or, you can turn me down, and I can make you merely another victim of Anthony Royal. [/red]
Royal glares into the camera, almost as if he is waiting for a response for Gunner. After a few moments of silence, he continues to sleep.
[red] Royal: Now Gunner, he was a surprise. The way he destroyed Nate Byars and muscled his way into the semi-finals of this tournament, that was a surprise. The performances of Slick Doctor and Kris Destiny, however, were not surprising in any way. You see, when the entrants of this tournament were announced, I knew for a fact that three of the final four men would consist of Slick, Kris, and, of course, me. I know that in the past, I have had plenty of harsh things to say about Slick, and, more recently, Kris, but the fact of the matter is, I know how good these two men are. [/red]
Royal takes a deep breath and grimaces, almost as if it causes him physical pain to say anything good about Slick Doctor and Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny.
[red] Royal: Slick, I know I like to say that you are nothing more than a drunk, but the fact is, that’s not the truth. Now, don’t get me wrong, you are an absolute stumbling, drooling, piss running down your leg, disgusting drunk, but you’re more than that. Somehow, some way, Slick Doctor, you are a world class wrestler. I know about your accomplishments. I know that you were of the greatest competitors to step foot in an NIWF ring and one of the major reasons the AWR was able to stay above water for as long as it did during the first run. I know that David Saturn doesn’t damn near come to orgasm every time he sees you simply because he has some strange type of homosexual attraction to you, but instead, it’s because you are just that damn good at what you do. But there’s the problem Slick. You’re good. The question is, can you be great? In the past, you never had a problem being great, did you? Absolutely not, I mean, for goodness sake, your Slick Doctor. But now, now it’s a little different. Now, you lie awake at night, telling yourself that you are still good, but asking yourself, are you still great? Now, you have to resort to attacking an innocent man in Neal Steal to keep people talking about you, which by the way, was absolutely appalling. You would never see me attack an innocent announcer. But Slick, you know as well as I do, good can get you far in this business, but you have to be great to win the big one. I know that I’m great Slick, but I just don’t know if you are anymore. I see you and I get a little bit sad, because I see this once great man becoming a shell of his former self. I see you embarrassing yourself, trying to do these things that you simply can no longer do. Slick, if I get the opportunity to face you in this tournament, I’m going to do something that should have been done a long time ago. I’m going to put the gun to your head, read you your last rites, and pull the trigger, finally putting the once great career of Slick Doctor out of its pathetic misery. For me, this tournament is only about getting back what is mine, but who’s to say I can’t do a good deed along the way? And if we find ourselves competing against one another, a good deed is exactly what I will be doing, because when I destroy you to the point that you have trouble walking again, let alone wrestling again, well, that will be doing you the biggest favor a person could do. That will be ending your embarrassment. I promise Slick, if we cross paths, I will dig your grave, and I will bury you, and once you’re buried, I will see to it you never rise again. Slick, for you, it’s last call. Cheers. [/red]
Royal lets out a demented laugh before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: And finally, there is Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny. You looked good in the first round Kris, really you did. That comes from the heart. You’re a lot like Slick, Kris, in the sense that, you’re a guy that used to be great. The only difference is, unlike Slick, you aren’t decaying and withering away. Not yet anyways. Years ago, you rose to prominence. Years ago, you found your way to success, so much success to the point that you now refer to yourself as a legend. While that may be debatable, that is not the point. The point is, there is no questioning the success that you have had in this business. However, there is one question that I have. Would that success had come to you if you and I ever shared a wrestling company? [/red]
Royal rubs his chin and looks far off into space, looking as if he is pondering the question that he just posed. After doing this for a few moments, he continues to speak.
[red] Royal: Quite frankly Kris, I believe the answer to that question is a resounding no. I believe that if Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny and Anthony Royal shared a wrestling company, Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny would be just like everybody else, a step below Anthony Royal. But of course, this is all just speculation. But guess what, there is no longer a need to speculate, because Kris Destiny and Anthony Royal just so happen to be in the same wrestling company these days. So Kris, if you want to attempt to dispute my claim, you know where you can find me. Whether it’s the semi-finals or the finals, if you want the AWR World Heavyweight Championship, you’re going to have to go through me, because I will be the guy to beat. I’m the man in these parts Kris, not you, not Slick and not Gunner, ME! I said that I hope that this tournament comes down to the two of us, and I stand by that statement Kris. Anthony Royal vs Kris Destiny is a match that can certainly tear the house down, and if it happens, it will do just that. I want to prove to the world that I’m the best wrestler in this organization, and beating you will certainly achieve that. You’re on the path to a great feel good story Kris. Wrestling legend returns to the ring and captures the AWR World Heavyweight Championship. That just writes itself doesn’t it? But I want to tweak the ending to this triumphant story just a tad bit. I want it to read, wrestling legend returns to the ring, and fails. No matter what you do Kris, your attempt at once again becoming a champion will be a failure, because no matter how good you are, you will never, EVER, be me. Second place isn’t so bad Kris, and sadly for you, that’s the best you will ever be in the AWR, number two. No matter what the voices in your head tell you, you are just not on my level, and you never will be. I’m too good Kris, I’m too damn good and there is nothing that can change that. So bring whatever personality you want, but it doesn’t matter if it’s Kris, Fa Sho, Steve, or Yolanda, no character that your twisted little mind can create can best me. Kris, I’ve already proven my greatness. I don’t need to beat you…I just want to. [/red]
Royal flashes the camera an arrogant smirk.
[red] Royal: In just a few nights, for men will play a deadly game, with the richest prize in the game on the line. Four men in very different stages of their career have a chance at championship gold, but only one has a real shot at collecting the glory that comes with being a World Champion. Gunner Hughes, the young upstart, Slick Doctor, the legend on the decline, and Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny, the legend looking for one more chance to shine. But what they all need to realize is this, the fourth man, he’s the measuring stick. I’M THE MEASURING STICK! Slick, Kris, I don’t care what you’ve done in your epic careers, until you beat me, none of it matters. And Gunner, until you beat me, your career will never take off. The World Championship is mine. It has always been mine, and it will always be mine. The three of you, you should all be proud of yourselves. You’ve come this far. But sadly, now that you’ve come this close, when you fail, the pain of defeat will be all the more agonizing. You can all feel the World Championship in your grasp, you can taste it, and I know it tastes good, but I am going to snatch it away. I will let no man stand in my way in my Championship journey. Nothing can stop the rise of Anthony Royal. My time is now, and the best thing for you all to do is accept this fact and move on, because if you try to stand in the way of the train that is fate, you will be run over. Gunner Hughes, the offer still remains for you. As for Slick and Kris, the two of you are good, but you’re not as good as you’d like to believe, and I will expose that. Anthony Royal is here to stay, and for those who oppose me, well, your fate is plain and simple…[/red]
Royal begins laughing.
[red] Royal: LIGHTS OUT! [/red]
Royal’s laughter continues. It echoes eerily through the now night sky as the scene fades to black.
[red] Royal: IT’S NOT RIGHT, IT’s NOT FAIR; DON’T LET THEM KEEP MY WAIST BARE! IT’S NOT RIGHT IT’S NOT FAIR; DON’T LET THEM KEEP MY WAIST BARE! [/red]
Suddenly, Royal stops the chanting. His face is red, perhaps from the yelling, or perhaps from anger. He turns to his agent and begins giving him a tongue lashing.
[red] Royal: Where in the hell is everybody!? I give you one simple job, organize a protest rally, and you can’t even do that? You’re worthless. [/red]
[blue] Agent: Sir, I’m sorry. I tried to get people to come. I really did. It’s just…it’s just, nobody was interested. [/blue]
[red] Royal: Are you serious right now? God’s gift to wrestling has his position as World Champion unjustly stripped away and you expect me to believe nobody is interested in protesting such blatant iniquitousness? [/red]
The agent begins to stammer nervously.
[blue] Agent: W-well, that’s just it sir, you were never really champion to begin with. I mean, it was never made official. The people feel that you weren’t really stripped of the championship because it was never actually yours to begin with. [/blue]
Royal glares a hole through his agent, his eyes filled with hatred. The agent gulps nervously. Royal’s angry expression then changes to a smile, resulting in his agent breathing a sigh of relief. Suddenly however, Royal slaps his agent hard across the face. So hard, in fact, that the man actually falls off of his feet to the pavement below. Royal then hovers over the man.
[red] Royal: Of course, this means you’re fired. Now get out of my sight before I knock your teeth so far back your throat that your feces will be filled with your own teeth. [/red]
The man quickly gets to his feet. A red hand print is now visible on his cheek. He puts his hand over it and runs away as Royal stares at him every step of the way. Royal then begins pacing around angrily. He is grabbing his hair, to the point of almost pulling it out. However, at the same time, he is laughing. Finally, he stops pacing and speaks.
[red] Royal: So, that’s what the people think? Huh, people, IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK!? I didn’t earn the AWR World Heavyweight Championship the first time around? That’s what you believe? [/red]
Momentarily, Royal looks as if he is about to absolutely lose his mind. However, he then takes a deep breath, calming down in the process.
[red] Royal: Fine. If that’s what you think, then fine. But listen here, I am telling you all right now, I am going to win this Deadly Game tournament. I am going to be the AWR World Heavyweight Champion. And ladies and gentlemen, when that happens, there will be absolutely no doubt in anyone’s minds if I earned it. [/red]
With that, Royal stomps away. He then walks over to a red Ferrari that was parked just off camera. He then speeds away and the camera fades away. The camera then fades back to the familiar sight of Royal’s mansion. The sun is just setting, and the sky is a fiery orange color. The camera cuts to Royal, sitting on the balcony of the mansion, staring up at the sunset, with a small smile on his face.
[red] Royal: Night to day, day to night, it’s a simple change that happens every day, but a change nonetheless. You see, change is always happening. There is simply no way to avoid it. This Deadly Game tournament is bringing change to the AWR. You see, for the first time in AWR history, we will have a REAL World Champion. Although I disagree wholeheartedly, I have accepted the fact that my title reign is not recognized. One of four men will be the first World Champion in this fledgling company’s history. [/red]
Royal turns his attention away from the sky and to the camera.
[red] Royal: Last week, in the first round of the tournament, the trash was taken out. The wannabes, the pretenders and the undeserving were tossed aside like the waste that they are, and now the real competition remains. Anthony Royal, Slick Doctor, Gunner Hughes and Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny. One of these four men will be AWR World Heavyweight Champion. One of these four men will become the face of the AWR as it rises from the dead to become the prototype of professional wrestling excellence. There are four of us, but only one can leap to the top of the mountain and claim history. Only one of the four has what it takes to call themselves Champion, and you know what they say, the cream rises to the top, and at the top, there will be only Anthony Royal [/red]
Royal shoots the camera an arrogant smirk, clearly confident in his ability to capture the AWR World Heavyweight Championship.
[red] Royal: Last week, Dustin Weaver became my first victim in this tournament. Just like the other three men who stand in my way, Dustin had big dreams. He thought this was his big opportunity. Finally, he was going to shatter the glass ceiling and become “the man.” But what happened? Quite simply, I happened. I crushed those pathetic dreams, turned them to nightmares and sent him plummeting back to reality where he belongs. As I said, he was only the first victim, there will be two more. The only real question is which lucky soul will avoid the unpleasant experience of stepping into the ring with me. [/red]
Royal lets out a small laugh and then continues to speak.
[red] Royal: Personally, I hope that lucky soul is Gunner Hughes. Not because I fear Mr. Hughes, oh no. Anthony Royal fears no man. No, the reason I hope Gunner Hughes avoids me in this tournament is because I actually like him, and I wouldn’t want to have to end his career before it really begins. You see Gunner, the fact is, I owe you an apology. I’m a big enough man to stand up when I make a mistake and admit that I am wrong, and last week my words were very, very wrong. Last week, I wrote you off as an undeserving miscreant who had no place in this tournament, but you absolutely proved me wrong. Across the ring, you saw a pathetic excuse for a man named Zane Byars, and you absolutely destroyed him. You pummeled him, spilled his blood and left him lying, defeated and broken. Plain and simple Gunner, you impressed me last week. Gunner, last week, you said that you were more than just a name to fill a slot, and you were absolutely right. You are the real deal. You are no longer an enigma in this tournament. No, now everyone knows what you are, and that is an absolute force. Now I know last week I said some things and you said some things, but I think you and me, we should leave the past where it belongs, in the past. You and I should join forces. Just think about it, with your raw power and my sheer talent, athletic ability, natural charisma, good looks, charm, the list of my amazing attributes can go on and on, but you get the point, we could be unstoppable. Now I know that I said I hope it isn’t you who has the unfortunate task of standing across the ring from me, out of respect for you, but if that happens, I’m giving you the opportunity to lie down. Join me, and lie down. You see Gunner, despite my new found respect for you; I won’t hesitate to shoot you down if you stand between me and my World Championship. It’s not every day that a man like me offers a man like you an opportunity such as this, so if I were you, I’d jump at it. Because if it comes down to the two of us going one on one in this tournament, and you disregard my offer, if you don’t lie down, well, I would take that as a sign of disrespect, and Gunner, people who disrespect me, they get hurt. They get hurt bad. They lose blood. They become a pathetic shell of their former self. People who disrespect me don’t often last very long in this business, because I force them out of it. So Gunner, if this tournament pits us against one another, I suggest you do what I say. You’re not ready to be a World Champion, but I can groom you. I can make you championship material. Or, you can turn me down, and I can make you merely another victim of Anthony Royal. [/red]
Royal glares into the camera, almost as if he is waiting for a response for Gunner. After a few moments of silence, he continues to sleep.
[red] Royal: Now Gunner, he was a surprise. The way he destroyed Nate Byars and muscled his way into the semi-finals of this tournament, that was a surprise. The performances of Slick Doctor and Kris Destiny, however, were not surprising in any way. You see, when the entrants of this tournament were announced, I knew for a fact that three of the final four men would consist of Slick, Kris, and, of course, me. I know that in the past, I have had plenty of harsh things to say about Slick, and, more recently, Kris, but the fact of the matter is, I know how good these two men are. [/red]
Royal takes a deep breath and grimaces, almost as if it causes him physical pain to say anything good about Slick Doctor and Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny.
[red] Royal: Slick, I know I like to say that you are nothing more than a drunk, but the fact is, that’s not the truth. Now, don’t get me wrong, you are an absolute stumbling, drooling, piss running down your leg, disgusting drunk, but you’re more than that. Somehow, some way, Slick Doctor, you are a world class wrestler. I know about your accomplishments. I know that you were of the greatest competitors to step foot in an NIWF ring and one of the major reasons the AWR was able to stay above water for as long as it did during the first run. I know that David Saturn doesn’t damn near come to orgasm every time he sees you simply because he has some strange type of homosexual attraction to you, but instead, it’s because you are just that damn good at what you do. But there’s the problem Slick. You’re good. The question is, can you be great? In the past, you never had a problem being great, did you? Absolutely not, I mean, for goodness sake, your Slick Doctor. But now, now it’s a little different. Now, you lie awake at night, telling yourself that you are still good, but asking yourself, are you still great? Now, you have to resort to attacking an innocent man in Neal Steal to keep people talking about you, which by the way, was absolutely appalling. You would never see me attack an innocent announcer. But Slick, you know as well as I do, good can get you far in this business, but you have to be great to win the big one. I know that I’m great Slick, but I just don’t know if you are anymore. I see you and I get a little bit sad, because I see this once great man becoming a shell of his former self. I see you embarrassing yourself, trying to do these things that you simply can no longer do. Slick, if I get the opportunity to face you in this tournament, I’m going to do something that should have been done a long time ago. I’m going to put the gun to your head, read you your last rites, and pull the trigger, finally putting the once great career of Slick Doctor out of its pathetic misery. For me, this tournament is only about getting back what is mine, but who’s to say I can’t do a good deed along the way? And if we find ourselves competing against one another, a good deed is exactly what I will be doing, because when I destroy you to the point that you have trouble walking again, let alone wrestling again, well, that will be doing you the biggest favor a person could do. That will be ending your embarrassment. I promise Slick, if we cross paths, I will dig your grave, and I will bury you, and once you’re buried, I will see to it you never rise again. Slick, for you, it’s last call. Cheers. [/red]
Royal lets out a demented laugh before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: And finally, there is Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny. You looked good in the first round Kris, really you did. That comes from the heart. You’re a lot like Slick, Kris, in the sense that, you’re a guy that used to be great. The only difference is, unlike Slick, you aren’t decaying and withering away. Not yet anyways. Years ago, you rose to prominence. Years ago, you found your way to success, so much success to the point that you now refer to yourself as a legend. While that may be debatable, that is not the point. The point is, there is no questioning the success that you have had in this business. However, there is one question that I have. Would that success had come to you if you and I ever shared a wrestling company? [/red]
Royal rubs his chin and looks far off into space, looking as if he is pondering the question that he just posed. After doing this for a few moments, he continues to speak.
[red] Royal: Quite frankly Kris, I believe the answer to that question is a resounding no. I believe that if Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny and Anthony Royal shared a wrestling company, Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny would be just like everybody else, a step below Anthony Royal. But of course, this is all just speculation. But guess what, there is no longer a need to speculate, because Kris Destiny and Anthony Royal just so happen to be in the same wrestling company these days. So Kris, if you want to attempt to dispute my claim, you know where you can find me. Whether it’s the semi-finals or the finals, if you want the AWR World Heavyweight Championship, you’re going to have to go through me, because I will be the guy to beat. I’m the man in these parts Kris, not you, not Slick and not Gunner, ME! I said that I hope that this tournament comes down to the two of us, and I stand by that statement Kris. Anthony Royal vs Kris Destiny is a match that can certainly tear the house down, and if it happens, it will do just that. I want to prove to the world that I’m the best wrestler in this organization, and beating you will certainly achieve that. You’re on the path to a great feel good story Kris. Wrestling legend returns to the ring and captures the AWR World Heavyweight Championship. That just writes itself doesn’t it? But I want to tweak the ending to this triumphant story just a tad bit. I want it to read, wrestling legend returns to the ring, and fails. No matter what you do Kris, your attempt at once again becoming a champion will be a failure, because no matter how good you are, you will never, EVER, be me. Second place isn’t so bad Kris, and sadly for you, that’s the best you will ever be in the AWR, number two. No matter what the voices in your head tell you, you are just not on my level, and you never will be. I’m too good Kris, I’m too damn good and there is nothing that can change that. So bring whatever personality you want, but it doesn’t matter if it’s Kris, Fa Sho, Steve, or Yolanda, no character that your twisted little mind can create can best me. Kris, I’ve already proven my greatness. I don’t need to beat you…I just want to. [/red]
Royal flashes the camera an arrogant smirk.
[red] Royal: In just a few nights, for men will play a deadly game, with the richest prize in the game on the line. Four men in very different stages of their career have a chance at championship gold, but only one has a real shot at collecting the glory that comes with being a World Champion. Gunner Hughes, the young upstart, Slick Doctor, the legend on the decline, and Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny, the legend looking for one more chance to shine. But what they all need to realize is this, the fourth man, he’s the measuring stick. I’M THE MEASURING STICK! Slick, Kris, I don’t care what you’ve done in your epic careers, until you beat me, none of it matters. And Gunner, until you beat me, your career will never take off. The World Championship is mine. It has always been mine, and it will always be mine. The three of you, you should all be proud of yourselves. You’ve come this far. But sadly, now that you’ve come this close, when you fail, the pain of defeat will be all the more agonizing. You can all feel the World Championship in your grasp, you can taste it, and I know it tastes good, but I am going to snatch it away. I will let no man stand in my way in my Championship journey. Nothing can stop the rise of Anthony Royal. My time is now, and the best thing for you all to do is accept this fact and move on, because if you try to stand in the way of the train that is fate, you will be run over. Gunner Hughes, the offer still remains for you. As for Slick and Kris, the two of you are good, but you’re not as good as you’d like to believe, and I will expose that. Anthony Royal is here to stay, and for those who oppose me, well, your fate is plain and simple…[/red]
Royal begins laughing.
[red] Royal: LIGHTS OUT! [/red]
Royal’s laughter continues. It echoes eerily through the now night sky as the scene fades to black.