Post by Anthony Royal on Jul 29, 2013 1:42:50 GMT -4
The scene opens with a close up of a portrait of Anthony Royal with the AWR World Championship belt resting on his shoulder. Suddenly, a voice is heard off-camera. It’s been awhile since we’ve heard the voice, but it is unmistakably that of Anthony Royal’s.
[red] Royal: Pretty sight, isn’t it? [/red]
The camera then pans to reveal a well-dressed Anthony Royal staring almost longingly at the portrait of his self. It seems we are in one of the many hall ways in his extravagant home.
[red] Royal: What you see is the way things should be, the way things are meant to be. Me, at the top of the world. The Champion, untouchable, above the rest of the mongrels and miscreants who roam around this company. In a league all by myself. And what you see is the way things were, before something went terribly wrong. Before a virus, a cancer, affected the AWR and did everything in its power to toss me from my position of at the top. It did everything to destroy the company that I built with my own blood, sweat and tears. This virus, this putrid cancer I speak of is of course, Roberto Maggia. [/red]
Royal looks utterly disgusted at the very mention of Maggia’s name.
[red] Royal: That’s right Roberto, this image of a perfect world was shattered by you when you backstabbed and blackmailed your way to power. You wouldn’t stop until you ridded the AWR of me, but what you failed to realize is I am bigger than the AWR. Without me, the AWR is just a couple of average guys slapping each other around on a weekly basis. And because of your treatment of me, the AWR failed. Sure, you’ll try to blame it on the power struggle between you and Silvio, but we both know the truth. So, it is fully your fault that the AWR was forced to close its doors. You took this company and drove it straight into the ground. But the biggest black eye of them all is that you let Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny take my spot at the top of the mountain. The biggest black eye of them all is that until the bitter end, Destiny ran around with the championship that I made mean something. But that was the past, and now it’s time to look towards the future. [/red]
Royal smiles before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: The AWR is once again back and I believe it is time that we get back to the norm. You see, as we speak, Kris Destiny is the World Champion. But, rumor has it, you haven’t heard from the great Sho. Not a phone call, not an e-mail, not a text, not a tweet. You don’t know the status of your World Champion. A company without a champion has no chance of succeeding, so Roberto old buddy old pal, there is only one decent thing you can do. [/red]
An arrogant smirk creeps across Royal’s face.
[red] Royal: Go out, put together a custom belt for me, and, on live TV, hand it over to me. Make me the champion that we both know this company needs. As vindictive, evil, and even, dare I say, stupid as you are, you know you need me to succeed. I belong at the top of the mountain, and as AWR re-opens its doors, I will get back to where I belong. And in case you all forgot what I’m about, tune in to Crash TV this week to see what I do to everyone’s favorite foul mouthed loser, Rattlesnake. [/red]
Royal chuckles a bit at the mention of Rattlesnake.
[red] Royal: Snake, there’s not much to say about you, I’m going to beat you. That’s about it. You ramble on and on and on about God knows what and say absolutely nothing of any kind of substance, and I could do the same thing, but I’m not going to. I am just going to see here and tell you the facts. You are a minor inconvenience. A fly that I will deal with momentarily, before swatting and putting you out of your misery. I’m going to dominate you Snake, and I am going to use you as a reminder to the world what I am capable of. I’m better than you Snake, in every way, and you’re going to witness that first hand come Crash TV. [/red]
Royal glares into the camera with evil intentions.
[red] Royal: And Roberto, as for you, after I beat that foul mouthed, bald headed turd into oblivion, I want you to walk to the ring and hand me the World Championship that I richly deserve. It’s the right thing to do. It’s time for things to get back to the way they were, back to the way they should be, and it all starts this week. See you there. [/red]
A smirk creeps across his face as he glares at his portrait as the scene fades to black.
[red] Royal: Pretty sight, isn’t it? [/red]
The camera then pans to reveal a well-dressed Anthony Royal staring almost longingly at the portrait of his self. It seems we are in one of the many hall ways in his extravagant home.
[red] Royal: What you see is the way things should be, the way things are meant to be. Me, at the top of the world. The Champion, untouchable, above the rest of the mongrels and miscreants who roam around this company. In a league all by myself. And what you see is the way things were, before something went terribly wrong. Before a virus, a cancer, affected the AWR and did everything in its power to toss me from my position of at the top. It did everything to destroy the company that I built with my own blood, sweat and tears. This virus, this putrid cancer I speak of is of course, Roberto Maggia. [/red]
Royal looks utterly disgusted at the very mention of Maggia’s name.
[red] Royal: That’s right Roberto, this image of a perfect world was shattered by you when you backstabbed and blackmailed your way to power. You wouldn’t stop until you ridded the AWR of me, but what you failed to realize is I am bigger than the AWR. Without me, the AWR is just a couple of average guys slapping each other around on a weekly basis. And because of your treatment of me, the AWR failed. Sure, you’ll try to blame it on the power struggle between you and Silvio, but we both know the truth. So, it is fully your fault that the AWR was forced to close its doors. You took this company and drove it straight into the ground. But the biggest black eye of them all is that you let Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny take my spot at the top of the mountain. The biggest black eye of them all is that until the bitter end, Destiny ran around with the championship that I made mean something. But that was the past, and now it’s time to look towards the future. [/red]
Royal smiles before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: The AWR is once again back and I believe it is time that we get back to the norm. You see, as we speak, Kris Destiny is the World Champion. But, rumor has it, you haven’t heard from the great Sho. Not a phone call, not an e-mail, not a text, not a tweet. You don’t know the status of your World Champion. A company without a champion has no chance of succeeding, so Roberto old buddy old pal, there is only one decent thing you can do. [/red]
An arrogant smirk creeps across Royal’s face.
[red] Royal: Go out, put together a custom belt for me, and, on live TV, hand it over to me. Make me the champion that we both know this company needs. As vindictive, evil, and even, dare I say, stupid as you are, you know you need me to succeed. I belong at the top of the mountain, and as AWR re-opens its doors, I will get back to where I belong. And in case you all forgot what I’m about, tune in to Crash TV this week to see what I do to everyone’s favorite foul mouthed loser, Rattlesnake. [/red]
Royal chuckles a bit at the mention of Rattlesnake.
[red] Royal: Snake, there’s not much to say about you, I’m going to beat you. That’s about it. You ramble on and on and on about God knows what and say absolutely nothing of any kind of substance, and I could do the same thing, but I’m not going to. I am just going to see here and tell you the facts. You are a minor inconvenience. A fly that I will deal with momentarily, before swatting and putting you out of your misery. I’m going to dominate you Snake, and I am going to use you as a reminder to the world what I am capable of. I’m better than you Snake, in every way, and you’re going to witness that first hand come Crash TV. [/red]
Royal glares into the camera with evil intentions.
[red] Royal: And Roberto, as for you, after I beat that foul mouthed, bald headed turd into oblivion, I want you to walk to the ring and hand me the World Championship that I richly deserve. It’s the right thing to do. It’s time for things to get back to the way they were, back to the way they should be, and it all starts this week. See you there. [/red]
A smirk creeps across his face as he glares at his portrait as the scene fades to black.