Post by Anthony Royal on Sept 26, 2012 20:41:34 GMT -4
The scene opens with an exterior shot of the now familiar sight of the extravagant mansion of Anthony Royal. The camera crew enters through the large front door and knows exactly where to find the AWR World Heavyweight Champion. They journey down the long hallway and enter into Royal’s study. There, Anthony Royal is pacing around, holding a cell phone to his ear. The sound of ringing can be heard faintly coming from the phone. After a brief period of ringing, we just barley hear the beep of a voicemail. With that, Royal goes into a tirade.
[red] Royal: Silvio, where the hell are you!? I demand you tell me what is going on around here. You brought me to the AWR to bring honor and decency to the company, and I did. You brought me to the AWR to be a champion and a leader that you, the rest of the roster and the idiot fans could be proud of and that is exactly what I am. I did my part, now it’s time for you to do yours. I’m beginning to get the feeling that you have betrayed me and that you are backing the other hacks in this company. I had a lot of respect for you Silvio, but I assure you, if I find out that you are screwing me, I will not hesitate to… [/red]
Suddenly, Royal is cut off, suggesting the voicemail ran out. His eyes bug out of his head and his face turns bright red. Not knowing what else to do, Royal heaves the phone across the room into the wall. The phone breaks into two pieces and a large divot is left in the wall. Royal then begins pacing back and forth, tugging at his hair, even pulling hunks out on a few occasions, and breathing incredibly heavily. Finally, he gains his composure enough to speak.
[red] Royal: Well, well, well, it looks like I’ve got everything figured out now. You see, late last year, Silvio Megala brought me into this company to be his savior, his champion. Silvio brought me in to be his franchise player, but ultimately, that was all a façade, wasn’t it Silvio? You see, when I was unjustly forced to battle in a grueling eight man tournament to earn the World Heavyweight Championship that should have been mine in the first place, Silvio was nowhere to be found. When Hell threatened my livelihood a few weeks ago, Silvio was nowhere to be found. When Roberto Maggia stole away my right to celebrate my championship reign, guess what, you guessed it, Silvio was nowhere to be found. Nobody knows where Silvio is. Well guess what, I think I just might. I think Silvio is sitting at home, laughing his billionaire emperor ass off, because his plan is working to perfection. You see, Silvio was never really grooming me for greatness; instead, he was pushing me to the top of the mountain, only to knock me back down. And why? Well, isn’t it obvious? Like most, Silvio is jealous of me. He always has been. That’s why the man I’m assuming he appointed to run the show, Roberto Maggia, has been out to get me since day one. He’s been under Silvio’s orders. That explains why, not only am I being forced to defend my championship against a man I already been in Kris Destiny, but, before I even make it to that match, I’m being forced to defend on this week’s Crash TV against a man who hasn’t even shown his face since last year in Red Randal. It seems the AWR has declared war on Anthony Royal. [/red]
Suddenly, Royal stops pacing and glares intently into the camera.
[red] Royal: Well guess what, that’s absolutely fine with me. You want to go to war with Anthony Royal? I accept. You see, war brings the worst out of a person. You don’t want to see the worst of Anthony Royal, but, you all will, and you have no one to blame but yourselves. Last week, I showed you a little taste of what is to come when I destroyed that piece of trash Sergio and left him in a sea of his own blood. That was a preemptive strike. Do unto others before they do unto you, the saying goes. It is clear to me that the powers that be don’t want me representing them as champion. They have tried to screw me at every turn, but I have always persevered, and I will continue to do so. The only difference now is, I am going to start retaliating. The AWR fired the first shots, and I will fire back in the form of extinguishing every single person they throw at me. And it all starts this week with you, Red Randal. [/red]
Royal smirks at the mention of Randal before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: I heard the things you had to say Randal, and to be honest, almost every word out of your mouth was laughable. You sat their making jokes like you were auditioning for a lame PG-13 comedy, but the ironic thing is, you’re the biggest joke of them all. I mean who are you? What have you ever done in this business? Don’t hurt yourself trying to come up with an answer to that one, I’ll just do it for you. Not a damn thing. You’re nothing Red. Absolutely nothing. I have no idea what you have done to justify a chance at capturing the richest prize in the game, but for some strange reason, you have been given a great gift. But Red, you are so far below me that I can’t even see you, and yet you sit there and run your mouth like you actually have a chance at beating me. Pathetic. You are trying to get to a level that you simply aren’t at. Now don’t get me wrong, I respect that Red, I respect you trying to further your career at my expense, but you are in way over your head, and I am going to hold you under the water and drown you. You sit there and you make your jokes about Hell, and Slick, and Harris, and Rattlesnake. You talk about how I hid my face behind a mask, which by the way never happened; I would never hide this beautiful thing. But let me tell you right now Red, you don’t need to worry Slick, Hell, Rattlesnake, Harris, masks, or any of that nonsense. All you need to worry about is me. And I’m the scariest thing you will ever have to face. You say you don’t have anger problems Red, well guess what, I do. I have terrible anger problems, just ask Sergio. And right now Red, I am pissed off. I’m steaming mad Red, and when I get mad people get hurt, and bad news, you’re the one standing in my way this week. I am going to take out a lot of my frustrations on you Red. You are going to get hurt. To be quite frank, you are no threat to me or my championship. All you are is a point to be made by me. A point to Silvio, Roberto and whoever else who wants to screw me. A point that highlights exactly what happens when you cross Anthony Royal. It’s going to be like a nasty car accident on Crash TV Red. But I am going to walk away scathe free with my title intact, while you will need the jaws of life to rescue you. You brag about all of the “stars” you and your SIN buddies have taken out during your time here, but the biggest star of them all is missing from that list, and it’s me. Why is that Red? It’s because you’re afraid of me. Let’s be honest here Red, you know you have no legitimate shot of walking out of Crash TV with MY title. That’s just a fact. I’m sure you will put up a good fight, but when it’s all said and done, the end result will be the exact same as any other time someone makes the mistake of trying to step up to me, your shoulders pinned to the mat for three. You promise SIN won’t get involved, but you know what, why don’t you go ahead and invite them on down, because you are going to need all the help that you can get with me. Really red, you shouldn’t even worry about taking my title, rather, you should be worried about keeping something. And that, my friend, is your career. [/red]
Royal smirks. Suddenly, he walks to a table in the center of the room. There sits the AWR World Heavyweight Championship belt. Royal picks the belt up and glares into it, causing an eerie reflection to leap off the gold plate. He then begins speaking, almost as if he is talking to the title.
[red] Royal: This title is the most important thing in my life, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone take it from me. Roberto Maggia, and, I believe behind the scenes, Silvio Megala want nothing more to take this from me. But I refuse to let them. It’s upsetting to me that a scab like Red Randal will be the first man to challenge me for this, but I will say, this is my opportunity to prove myself. I am sick to death of hearing people say I didn’t earn this. I have never lost a match in the AWR. I have beaten every opponent that has been thrown at me. I have been the centerpiece of this company since I arrived, and yet, people still find ways to doubt me. Red, you yourself said the only reason I have this championship is because I have Silvio in my back pocket. Well look around you imbecile, do you see Silvio anywhere? No. I won this championship BY MYSELF I hold this championship BY MYSELF. And I will defend this championship BY MYSELF. You’re going to have to kill me in order to pry this away from me Red. You don’t have it in you, but I’m different. I will do anything necessary to keep this belt around my waist and to prove to the world that I deserve it. I will absolutely tear you apart limb by limb to do that Red. You are in unknown territory with me. You’re like a stranded swimmer in the ocean and I’m a great white shark. Red Randal, I will swallow you whole. You see this as an opportunity to launch your career to heights never though imaginable, but in reality, this is just as good as career suicide. You will never be the same when I am through with you, nobody ever is. Your dream is about to become a terrifying nightmare, one that you will never wake up from. For the rest of your life Red, all you will see when you close your eyes is me ending everything you ever hoped to achieve. For you Red, I am the angel of death, I am your personal boogeyman, I am Satan himself. You’ve talked all you can talk, but when the time for talk ceases, and the time to act takes over, you will fall flat on your face. You will fail. I am the champion Red, and I earned my position on this throne. You on the other hand, have earned absolutely nothing, and I will see to it that that is exactly what you get. Nothing that is, except for the pain and agony of the most brutal beating, and the most heartbreaking defeat of your entire pathetic existence on planet Earth. [/red]
The look in Royal’s eyes is one of pure evil as a demented smile creeps across his face. Then suddenly, his expression changes as if he suddenly remembered another thought.
[red] Royal: Oh, and as far as you are concerned Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny, I know that when you finally woke up from me caving your skull in with this beautiful belt last week, and you found out about my defense against Red Randal, you were just giddy at the thought of him potentially taking my championship from me, thus allowing you to escape the fate of your showdown with me and eliminating the need for me to continuously embarrass you in front of the world, but I assure you, I will defeat Randal, and when the time for your title match comes, I will still be holding the championship, dangling it in front of your face like a slab of bacon in front on a fat man. And once again, I will beat you, proving my superiority once and for all. Be sure to check out what happens between Red and myself, Sho, because I assure you, what happens to you will be twice as bad. [/red]
Royal lets out an evil laugh before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: War is coming to the AWR, and it all begins this week. And when you see the horror that occurs before you, make sure you realize, this is only the beginning. Red Randal, I’ll see you on Crash TV. Do me a favor and enjoy being considered a World Championship contender, because I promise you, after what I do to you at Crash TV, a contender is something you will never be again. [/red]
Royal smirks into the camera and laughs as the scene fades to black.
[red] Royal: Silvio, where the hell are you!? I demand you tell me what is going on around here. You brought me to the AWR to bring honor and decency to the company, and I did. You brought me to the AWR to be a champion and a leader that you, the rest of the roster and the idiot fans could be proud of and that is exactly what I am. I did my part, now it’s time for you to do yours. I’m beginning to get the feeling that you have betrayed me and that you are backing the other hacks in this company. I had a lot of respect for you Silvio, but I assure you, if I find out that you are screwing me, I will not hesitate to… [/red]
Suddenly, Royal is cut off, suggesting the voicemail ran out. His eyes bug out of his head and his face turns bright red. Not knowing what else to do, Royal heaves the phone across the room into the wall. The phone breaks into two pieces and a large divot is left in the wall. Royal then begins pacing back and forth, tugging at his hair, even pulling hunks out on a few occasions, and breathing incredibly heavily. Finally, he gains his composure enough to speak.
[red] Royal: Well, well, well, it looks like I’ve got everything figured out now. You see, late last year, Silvio Megala brought me into this company to be his savior, his champion. Silvio brought me in to be his franchise player, but ultimately, that was all a façade, wasn’t it Silvio? You see, when I was unjustly forced to battle in a grueling eight man tournament to earn the World Heavyweight Championship that should have been mine in the first place, Silvio was nowhere to be found. When Hell threatened my livelihood a few weeks ago, Silvio was nowhere to be found. When Roberto Maggia stole away my right to celebrate my championship reign, guess what, you guessed it, Silvio was nowhere to be found. Nobody knows where Silvio is. Well guess what, I think I just might. I think Silvio is sitting at home, laughing his billionaire emperor ass off, because his plan is working to perfection. You see, Silvio was never really grooming me for greatness; instead, he was pushing me to the top of the mountain, only to knock me back down. And why? Well, isn’t it obvious? Like most, Silvio is jealous of me. He always has been. That’s why the man I’m assuming he appointed to run the show, Roberto Maggia, has been out to get me since day one. He’s been under Silvio’s orders. That explains why, not only am I being forced to defend my championship against a man I already been in Kris Destiny, but, before I even make it to that match, I’m being forced to defend on this week’s Crash TV against a man who hasn’t even shown his face since last year in Red Randal. It seems the AWR has declared war on Anthony Royal. [/red]
Suddenly, Royal stops pacing and glares intently into the camera.
[red] Royal: Well guess what, that’s absolutely fine with me. You want to go to war with Anthony Royal? I accept. You see, war brings the worst out of a person. You don’t want to see the worst of Anthony Royal, but, you all will, and you have no one to blame but yourselves. Last week, I showed you a little taste of what is to come when I destroyed that piece of trash Sergio and left him in a sea of his own blood. That was a preemptive strike. Do unto others before they do unto you, the saying goes. It is clear to me that the powers that be don’t want me representing them as champion. They have tried to screw me at every turn, but I have always persevered, and I will continue to do so. The only difference now is, I am going to start retaliating. The AWR fired the first shots, and I will fire back in the form of extinguishing every single person they throw at me. And it all starts this week with you, Red Randal. [/red]
Royal smirks at the mention of Randal before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: I heard the things you had to say Randal, and to be honest, almost every word out of your mouth was laughable. You sat their making jokes like you were auditioning for a lame PG-13 comedy, but the ironic thing is, you’re the biggest joke of them all. I mean who are you? What have you ever done in this business? Don’t hurt yourself trying to come up with an answer to that one, I’ll just do it for you. Not a damn thing. You’re nothing Red. Absolutely nothing. I have no idea what you have done to justify a chance at capturing the richest prize in the game, but for some strange reason, you have been given a great gift. But Red, you are so far below me that I can’t even see you, and yet you sit there and run your mouth like you actually have a chance at beating me. Pathetic. You are trying to get to a level that you simply aren’t at. Now don’t get me wrong, I respect that Red, I respect you trying to further your career at my expense, but you are in way over your head, and I am going to hold you under the water and drown you. You sit there and you make your jokes about Hell, and Slick, and Harris, and Rattlesnake. You talk about how I hid my face behind a mask, which by the way never happened; I would never hide this beautiful thing. But let me tell you right now Red, you don’t need to worry Slick, Hell, Rattlesnake, Harris, masks, or any of that nonsense. All you need to worry about is me. And I’m the scariest thing you will ever have to face. You say you don’t have anger problems Red, well guess what, I do. I have terrible anger problems, just ask Sergio. And right now Red, I am pissed off. I’m steaming mad Red, and when I get mad people get hurt, and bad news, you’re the one standing in my way this week. I am going to take out a lot of my frustrations on you Red. You are going to get hurt. To be quite frank, you are no threat to me or my championship. All you are is a point to be made by me. A point to Silvio, Roberto and whoever else who wants to screw me. A point that highlights exactly what happens when you cross Anthony Royal. It’s going to be like a nasty car accident on Crash TV Red. But I am going to walk away scathe free with my title intact, while you will need the jaws of life to rescue you. You brag about all of the “stars” you and your SIN buddies have taken out during your time here, but the biggest star of them all is missing from that list, and it’s me. Why is that Red? It’s because you’re afraid of me. Let’s be honest here Red, you know you have no legitimate shot of walking out of Crash TV with MY title. That’s just a fact. I’m sure you will put up a good fight, but when it’s all said and done, the end result will be the exact same as any other time someone makes the mistake of trying to step up to me, your shoulders pinned to the mat for three. You promise SIN won’t get involved, but you know what, why don’t you go ahead and invite them on down, because you are going to need all the help that you can get with me. Really red, you shouldn’t even worry about taking my title, rather, you should be worried about keeping something. And that, my friend, is your career. [/red]
Royal smirks. Suddenly, he walks to a table in the center of the room. There sits the AWR World Heavyweight Championship belt. Royal picks the belt up and glares into it, causing an eerie reflection to leap off the gold plate. He then begins speaking, almost as if he is talking to the title.
[red] Royal: This title is the most important thing in my life, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone take it from me. Roberto Maggia, and, I believe behind the scenes, Silvio Megala want nothing more to take this from me. But I refuse to let them. It’s upsetting to me that a scab like Red Randal will be the first man to challenge me for this, but I will say, this is my opportunity to prove myself. I am sick to death of hearing people say I didn’t earn this. I have never lost a match in the AWR. I have beaten every opponent that has been thrown at me. I have been the centerpiece of this company since I arrived, and yet, people still find ways to doubt me. Red, you yourself said the only reason I have this championship is because I have Silvio in my back pocket. Well look around you imbecile, do you see Silvio anywhere? No. I won this championship BY MYSELF I hold this championship BY MYSELF. And I will defend this championship BY MYSELF. You’re going to have to kill me in order to pry this away from me Red. You don’t have it in you, but I’m different. I will do anything necessary to keep this belt around my waist and to prove to the world that I deserve it. I will absolutely tear you apart limb by limb to do that Red. You are in unknown territory with me. You’re like a stranded swimmer in the ocean and I’m a great white shark. Red Randal, I will swallow you whole. You see this as an opportunity to launch your career to heights never though imaginable, but in reality, this is just as good as career suicide. You will never be the same when I am through with you, nobody ever is. Your dream is about to become a terrifying nightmare, one that you will never wake up from. For the rest of your life Red, all you will see when you close your eyes is me ending everything you ever hoped to achieve. For you Red, I am the angel of death, I am your personal boogeyman, I am Satan himself. You’ve talked all you can talk, but when the time for talk ceases, and the time to act takes over, you will fall flat on your face. You will fail. I am the champion Red, and I earned my position on this throne. You on the other hand, have earned absolutely nothing, and I will see to it that that is exactly what you get. Nothing that is, except for the pain and agony of the most brutal beating, and the most heartbreaking defeat of your entire pathetic existence on planet Earth. [/red]
The look in Royal’s eyes is one of pure evil as a demented smile creeps across his face. Then suddenly, his expression changes as if he suddenly remembered another thought.
[red] Royal: Oh, and as far as you are concerned Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny, I know that when you finally woke up from me caving your skull in with this beautiful belt last week, and you found out about my defense against Red Randal, you were just giddy at the thought of him potentially taking my championship from me, thus allowing you to escape the fate of your showdown with me and eliminating the need for me to continuously embarrass you in front of the world, but I assure you, I will defeat Randal, and when the time for your title match comes, I will still be holding the championship, dangling it in front of your face like a slab of bacon in front on a fat man. And once again, I will beat you, proving my superiority once and for all. Be sure to check out what happens between Red and myself, Sho, because I assure you, what happens to you will be twice as bad. [/red]
Royal lets out an evil laugh before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: War is coming to the AWR, and it all begins this week. And when you see the horror that occurs before you, make sure you realize, this is only the beginning. Red Randal, I’ll see you on Crash TV. Do me a favor and enjoy being considered a World Championship contender, because I promise you, after what I do to you at Crash TV, a contender is something you will never be again. [/red]
Royal smirks into the camera and laughs as the scene fades to black.