Post by Anthony Royal on Aug 6, 2013 23:53:33 GMT -4
The scene opens with a shot of a large screen television monitor. On the monitor, a clip from the latest edition of Crash TV is playing. The clip is Anthony Royal demanding that Roberto Maggia hand the World Title over to him, only to be thwarted by the true World Champion, Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny. Suddenly, the television screen goes to black as it is switched off. The camera then pans around to reveal Anthony Royal. Royal shakes his head in disgust and has a look of pure hatred in his eyes. He looks into the camera and begins to speak.
[red] Royal: So, this is how it is? Roberto and Kris Destiny, in bed together. In cahoots. Working together to embarrass me, to humiliate me! [/red]
Royal’s face is red with anger as he speaks.
[red] Royal: You can deny it all you want, but the evidence is in the film, Roberto. Your sheer purpose for shedding doubt on Destiny’s status with the company was to abuse your power yet again in order to humiliate me. You can say you tried and failed to contact Destiny all you want, but I know the truth. And the truth is you and our excuse for a World Champion have probably been exchanging texts back and forth like a couple high school girls. But that’s fine. Congratulations guys, you win this week. You got one over on Anthony Royal. But, just know that eventually you will both get what is coming to you. Maggia, you will pay for your countless sins against me. And you, Kris Destiny, you can call yourself champion now, but just know that you are on borrowed time. Just know that I’m coming for you, and that championship will be coming back to its rightful owner all in good time. [/red]
Royal gives the camera an intense glare before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: But, that is the distant future. I have more pressing matters to attend to in the immediate future, namely, a shot at the Hardcore Championship. [/red]
Royal scoffs at the mention of the Hardcore Title.
[red] Royal: The Hardcore Title, yet another black eye on the regime of Roberto Maggia. Now, I don’t know what Maggia’s game is pitting me against Tracy Adkins for the title. I don’t know if he is punishing me by putting me in the ring with a psycho, or if he is “throwing me a bone” to try to get me away from his chosen champion Sho by giving me a Hardcore title match. Either way he’s wrong. Tracy is no way to punish me, and if he thinks the Hardcore Title is a substitute for the World Title, then he’s dumber than I thought. I don’t want the Hardcore Championship. I would say it means nothing, but that would be giving it too much prestige. It is less than nothing. Having it in this company is a blemish. But, with all that being said, I do plan on taking it come Crash TV. Why, you ask? For no reason other than to spite that power hungry bastard, Maggia. Well, that, and because I can. [/red]
Royal smirks into the camera.
[red] Royal: Now, Tracy, I have to warn you, it is a bad, bad week to be you. I’m not in the greatest place right now, which is to say, I’m in a pretty bad mood. And, when I’m in a bad mood, bad things happen. Just ask Rattlesnake. Though, it’s likely he won’t answer you because I crushed his throat. [/red]
Royal laughs at his own twisted joke before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: And in a match with no rules, there are no limits to which I can’t go to. I know in your demented little brain, you probably think you have the advantage in this match. You’re the Hardcore Champion, this is your style of match and, to be quite frank, you’re a psychopath. But here’s the deal Tracy, despite all that, the advantage in this match rests solely with me. Do you know what’s more dangerous than a violent, twisted psychopath? A violent, twisted individual who is in complete control of himself. Who is doing the things he does simply because he enjoys them. I’m going to destroy you Tracy. Not because I desire the Hardcore Championship, not because I have a point to prove, but rather, simply because I want to. And because I can. Your day of reckoning rapidly approaches. The things I will do to you Tracy, they will be so horrid, that you will wish you were back in your childhood days getting the holy Hell beaten out of you by your abusive, alcoholic father. The Hardcore Championship, it’s all you have in your pathetic existence. It’s all you’ve ever had. It’s the only thing that keeps you going. It’s your legacy, Tracy, and it is all your legacy will ever be. And come Crash TV, when I beat you for that Hardcore Championship, I take your legacy. I will rip that stupid belt out of your barley living hands, and the first thing I will do is spit on it. I will spit on your legacy. There is no avoiding this Tracy, so don’t even try. Maybe you can hang with the Rattlesnakes and the Harris’ of the world, but when you to jump into the deep end with a guy like me, you will drown. Our league’s our quite different Tracy, and you will learn this the hard way. So bring everything you have. Bring your hatred, your anger, your rage, your violence. Bring it all, because what I bring will be that and more. You are stepping into a battle you cannot win Tracy. In this world we live in, I am God, and to stand against me is to play God, and that is a game you will not win. Your time is up Tracy. That’s a fact. [/red]
A twisted grin creeps over Royal’s face as he relishes the thought of utterly destroying another human being, a monstrous one, but a human being nonetheless.
[red] Royal: Maggia, Destiny, you think I don’t see right through you? You’re wrong. If you think tossing me in the Hardcore division will throw me off the scent of the World Title that I richly deserve than you’re fools. That’s utterly laughable. There will be no Hardcore division when I’m through with it. This fake title will never satiate my hunger for championship gold. The gold I desire is being unjustly held captive around the waist of Kris Destiny. But, don’t worry; soon enough, I will liberate it. I will take back what is mine no matter what obstacles are thrown my way. I’m coming for what is mine. I hope you are ready. [/red]
With that, Royal smirks into the camera and laughs as the scene fades to black.
[red] Royal: So, this is how it is? Roberto and Kris Destiny, in bed together. In cahoots. Working together to embarrass me, to humiliate me! [/red]
Royal’s face is red with anger as he speaks.
[red] Royal: You can deny it all you want, but the evidence is in the film, Roberto. Your sheer purpose for shedding doubt on Destiny’s status with the company was to abuse your power yet again in order to humiliate me. You can say you tried and failed to contact Destiny all you want, but I know the truth. And the truth is you and our excuse for a World Champion have probably been exchanging texts back and forth like a couple high school girls. But that’s fine. Congratulations guys, you win this week. You got one over on Anthony Royal. But, just know that eventually you will both get what is coming to you. Maggia, you will pay for your countless sins against me. And you, Kris Destiny, you can call yourself champion now, but just know that you are on borrowed time. Just know that I’m coming for you, and that championship will be coming back to its rightful owner all in good time. [/red]
Royal gives the camera an intense glare before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: But, that is the distant future. I have more pressing matters to attend to in the immediate future, namely, a shot at the Hardcore Championship. [/red]
Royal scoffs at the mention of the Hardcore Title.
[red] Royal: The Hardcore Title, yet another black eye on the regime of Roberto Maggia. Now, I don’t know what Maggia’s game is pitting me against Tracy Adkins for the title. I don’t know if he is punishing me by putting me in the ring with a psycho, or if he is “throwing me a bone” to try to get me away from his chosen champion Sho by giving me a Hardcore title match. Either way he’s wrong. Tracy is no way to punish me, and if he thinks the Hardcore Title is a substitute for the World Title, then he’s dumber than I thought. I don’t want the Hardcore Championship. I would say it means nothing, but that would be giving it too much prestige. It is less than nothing. Having it in this company is a blemish. But, with all that being said, I do plan on taking it come Crash TV. Why, you ask? For no reason other than to spite that power hungry bastard, Maggia. Well, that, and because I can. [/red]
Royal smirks into the camera.
[red] Royal: Now, Tracy, I have to warn you, it is a bad, bad week to be you. I’m not in the greatest place right now, which is to say, I’m in a pretty bad mood. And, when I’m in a bad mood, bad things happen. Just ask Rattlesnake. Though, it’s likely he won’t answer you because I crushed his throat. [/red]
Royal laughs at his own twisted joke before continuing to speak.
[red] Royal: And in a match with no rules, there are no limits to which I can’t go to. I know in your demented little brain, you probably think you have the advantage in this match. You’re the Hardcore Champion, this is your style of match and, to be quite frank, you’re a psychopath. But here’s the deal Tracy, despite all that, the advantage in this match rests solely with me. Do you know what’s more dangerous than a violent, twisted psychopath? A violent, twisted individual who is in complete control of himself. Who is doing the things he does simply because he enjoys them. I’m going to destroy you Tracy. Not because I desire the Hardcore Championship, not because I have a point to prove, but rather, simply because I want to. And because I can. Your day of reckoning rapidly approaches. The things I will do to you Tracy, they will be so horrid, that you will wish you were back in your childhood days getting the holy Hell beaten out of you by your abusive, alcoholic father. The Hardcore Championship, it’s all you have in your pathetic existence. It’s all you’ve ever had. It’s the only thing that keeps you going. It’s your legacy, Tracy, and it is all your legacy will ever be. And come Crash TV, when I beat you for that Hardcore Championship, I take your legacy. I will rip that stupid belt out of your barley living hands, and the first thing I will do is spit on it. I will spit on your legacy. There is no avoiding this Tracy, so don’t even try. Maybe you can hang with the Rattlesnakes and the Harris’ of the world, but when you to jump into the deep end with a guy like me, you will drown. Our league’s our quite different Tracy, and you will learn this the hard way. So bring everything you have. Bring your hatred, your anger, your rage, your violence. Bring it all, because what I bring will be that and more. You are stepping into a battle you cannot win Tracy. In this world we live in, I am God, and to stand against me is to play God, and that is a game you will not win. Your time is up Tracy. That’s a fact. [/red]
A twisted grin creeps over Royal’s face as he relishes the thought of utterly destroying another human being, a monstrous one, but a human being nonetheless.
[red] Royal: Maggia, Destiny, you think I don’t see right through you? You’re wrong. If you think tossing me in the Hardcore division will throw me off the scent of the World Title that I richly deserve than you’re fools. That’s utterly laughable. There will be no Hardcore division when I’m through with it. This fake title will never satiate my hunger for championship gold. The gold I desire is being unjustly held captive around the waist of Kris Destiny. But, don’t worry; soon enough, I will liberate it. I will take back what is mine no matter what obstacles are thrown my way. I’m coming for what is mine. I hope you are ready. [/red]
With that, Royal smirks into the camera and laughs as the scene fades to black.