Post by darkcircle on Jan 27, 2021 22:51:12 GMT -5
{The camera fades in and we see the ever familiar pair of Alex Slayer and Devon Slayton standing in front of a bonfire somewhere, the flames rising high into the night-tongues of red and orange licking at the inky blackness above-as Devon has a look of complete annoyance on his face while Alex simply stands there and watches the fire}
Devon: I would be remiss if I didn’t point out the sheer arrogance of holding a victory celebration before you defend your title for the first time, TJ. I mean don’t get me wrong, I can respect the sheer amount of confidence that you believe that you have going into Proving Grounds this week by assuming that you can have a little bit of the bubbly and then easily step into the ring against this man right here.
But then again when you think about it, this is also the singular most dumb shit thing that anyone could’ve planned to do in the history of dumb shit moves and considering the level of things that I, myself, have done in over twenty years as an active professional wrestler that I can and will freely admit to...that is truly saying something.
But we’re not here to talk about my past mistakes now are we?
No.
We’re here to talk about the fact that you are feeling on top of the fucking world right now because you just happened to luck your way into a championship here Project Honor. You managed to steal that one singular moment from this man right here in Alex Slayer because Euan Hill just had to have a moment where he knew full well that he couldn’t even come fucking close to winning over Alex because despite all of his “ooohh, I’m oh so fucking spooky” shit...The “King of Nightmares” Havoc he ain’t!
So you saw your chance when Euan screwed Alex over and trust me when I say that in the extremely near future, Euan Hill will be seeing red as it flows down his face like so much water from the falls of Niagara! Because Euan crossed a line that he shouldn’t have because by attempting to prove that he was a dominant force in my charge’s world, he has only set himself up to truly witness what the Rated R Reaper here can truly do in that fucking ring and I know this man’s mother, so when the time comes to bring forth the retiubtion down upon Euan, it won’t be a matter of fucking business, my old son.
No.
But it will be a major case of fucking fun for Alex and that’s not bragging or anything, that’s just a general statement of fact.
Just like pointing out to you, “Hip Beast”, that your taking advantage of Euan’s moment of sheer stupidity was enough to win you that championship. A championship that Alex here has been gunning for since day one of entering this company...well, that just goes to show you that you wanted to be tried and tested by one of the true freaks of nature.
Alex: That’s one way of putting it, Devon. However, I’d like to put it a slightly different way.
{Alex turns his head to smile at the camera, his face alight by the flames near him which cause his eyes to seemingly glow with that same fire}
Alex: I like to view my match against you here at the show more akin to a public execution and the reason is this, TJ. You’re going to hold your little celebration in that ring, You’re going to boast and you’re going to brag, don’t deny it because we both know that’s going to happen and to say otherwise would be a straight up and up lie.
But the point of the matter is that little celebration is going to be cut very short indeed, me bucko, because then my music will hit and then in very short order you will be standing there with one of God’s own prototypes! A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. I’m too weird to fucking *live*, and too rare to fucking *die.* and that’s the truth of the bottom line, TJ! I am the child of the Godfather of Violence and his South Korean Nightmare consort, I am the true Angel De LaMuerte, often imitated but never duplicated and do you know what else I am? I am the cream that rose to the top and you can’t ever forget that.
I’m not saying that I’m unbeatable, oh no nobody can claim that in all actuality...oh no, but I am inevitable, just like what’s going to happen when you step into that ring after your little party. You’ll step in as the champion right before you step right the fuck back out as the former champion because I’m not here to play your little party games, oh no...I’m here to start my addition to the foundations of something bigger and much more impressive!
But you see, not only is this about the Warrior Rising championship but also about the fact that you don’t take this industry seriously in the slightest and I take that as a right slap in the face, TJ. Yeah, and the last person who tried to claim that they were the best simply because they didn’t give a shit I slapped the taste so hard out of their mouth that they still can’t believe that they mocked me.
But when you take all of the high talk away and break things down to the real reason why I’m going to be walking out of that show with the strap is two fold. The first part of it being that where it comes to talent, I’m leagues ahead of you. Never mind the fact that I come from a line of professional wrestlers and that my god given talent is in the very DNA that composes my very being.
Talent, no matter how god given, is just that unless you have the natural will and desire to do something with it and while your desire is for simply the extras that you get at the pay window with that bit of gold around your waist, my desire is be better than the ones that have come before me. That is why I busted my ass to perfect every which way and when I can unsheath the Yamoto upon an my opponents. I can end any match that I’m in with one singular stroke because I have worked my ass off to be able to do just that.
That is the shape of the desire that burns within me, Hip Beast. Now with Talent and Desire comes passion and my passion for the fight is never ending and it is the same kind of passion that I see reflected in the eyes of this man, Devon Slayton. He’s been down the roads that I need to avoid and that’s why he’s here...to keep me from turning into something worse...somebody worse like a Lyons or an Asakura.
Now you take the talent, the desire, and the passion then roll the three of them up and put them into one of the sexist physical forms ever to have existed and you get me...a man who will gladly turn your little celebration here at Proving Grounds into the biggest pity party this side of Donald Trump.
{Alex turns his head just enough to shoot a look at Devon who is trying not to roll his eyes}
Alex: What, I can’t be topical?
{Devon mouths “no” before shaking his head as Alex turns to once more look at the camera but this time he has a much more serious expression on his face}
Alex: But all joking aside, TJ. I want you to enjoy your celebration. I want you to enjoy those few minutes that you have left of your fifteen minutes of fame because I mean every single word that I said. I’m coming for the Warrior Rising championship and I will be more than glad to take it from your cold, dead hands.
It’s time to make my destiny manifest….and for that, I’m all in.
See you at the show.
{Alex and Devon then turn away from the camera as the screen fades to black}
Devon: I would be remiss if I didn’t point out the sheer arrogance of holding a victory celebration before you defend your title for the first time, TJ. I mean don’t get me wrong, I can respect the sheer amount of confidence that you believe that you have going into Proving Grounds this week by assuming that you can have a little bit of the bubbly and then easily step into the ring against this man right here.
But then again when you think about it, this is also the singular most dumb shit thing that anyone could’ve planned to do in the history of dumb shit moves and considering the level of things that I, myself, have done in over twenty years as an active professional wrestler that I can and will freely admit to...that is truly saying something.
But we’re not here to talk about my past mistakes now are we?
No.
We’re here to talk about the fact that you are feeling on top of the fucking world right now because you just happened to luck your way into a championship here Project Honor. You managed to steal that one singular moment from this man right here in Alex Slayer because Euan Hill just had to have a moment where he knew full well that he couldn’t even come fucking close to winning over Alex because despite all of his “ooohh, I’m oh so fucking spooky” shit...The “King of Nightmares” Havoc he ain’t!
So you saw your chance when Euan screwed Alex over and trust me when I say that in the extremely near future, Euan Hill will be seeing red as it flows down his face like so much water from the falls of Niagara! Because Euan crossed a line that he shouldn’t have because by attempting to prove that he was a dominant force in my charge’s world, he has only set himself up to truly witness what the Rated R Reaper here can truly do in that fucking ring and I know this man’s mother, so when the time comes to bring forth the retiubtion down upon Euan, it won’t be a matter of fucking business, my old son.
No.
But it will be a major case of fucking fun for Alex and that’s not bragging or anything, that’s just a general statement of fact.
Just like pointing out to you, “Hip Beast”, that your taking advantage of Euan’s moment of sheer stupidity was enough to win you that championship. A championship that Alex here has been gunning for since day one of entering this company...well, that just goes to show you that you wanted to be tried and tested by one of the true freaks of nature.
Alex: That’s one way of putting it, Devon. However, I’d like to put it a slightly different way.
{Alex turns his head to smile at the camera, his face alight by the flames near him which cause his eyes to seemingly glow with that same fire}
Alex: I like to view my match against you here at the show more akin to a public execution and the reason is this, TJ. You’re going to hold your little celebration in that ring, You’re going to boast and you’re going to brag, don’t deny it because we both know that’s going to happen and to say otherwise would be a straight up and up lie.
But the point of the matter is that little celebration is going to be cut very short indeed, me bucko, because then my music will hit and then in very short order you will be standing there with one of God’s own prototypes! A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. I’m too weird to fucking *live*, and too rare to fucking *die.* and that’s the truth of the bottom line, TJ! I am the child of the Godfather of Violence and his South Korean Nightmare consort, I am the true Angel De LaMuerte, often imitated but never duplicated and do you know what else I am? I am the cream that rose to the top and you can’t ever forget that.
I’m not saying that I’m unbeatable, oh no nobody can claim that in all actuality...oh no, but I am inevitable, just like what’s going to happen when you step into that ring after your little party. You’ll step in as the champion right before you step right the fuck back out as the former champion because I’m not here to play your little party games, oh no...I’m here to start my addition to the foundations of something bigger and much more impressive!
But you see, not only is this about the Warrior Rising championship but also about the fact that you don’t take this industry seriously in the slightest and I take that as a right slap in the face, TJ. Yeah, and the last person who tried to claim that they were the best simply because they didn’t give a shit I slapped the taste so hard out of their mouth that they still can’t believe that they mocked me.
But when you take all of the high talk away and break things down to the real reason why I’m going to be walking out of that show with the strap is two fold. The first part of it being that where it comes to talent, I’m leagues ahead of you. Never mind the fact that I come from a line of professional wrestlers and that my god given talent is in the very DNA that composes my very being.
Talent, no matter how god given, is just that unless you have the natural will and desire to do something with it and while your desire is for simply the extras that you get at the pay window with that bit of gold around your waist, my desire is be better than the ones that have come before me. That is why I busted my ass to perfect every which way and when I can unsheath the Yamoto upon an my opponents. I can end any match that I’m in with one singular stroke because I have worked my ass off to be able to do just that.
That is the shape of the desire that burns within me, Hip Beast. Now with Talent and Desire comes passion and my passion for the fight is never ending and it is the same kind of passion that I see reflected in the eyes of this man, Devon Slayton. He’s been down the roads that I need to avoid and that’s why he’s here...to keep me from turning into something worse...somebody worse like a Lyons or an Asakura.
Now you take the talent, the desire, and the passion then roll the three of them up and put them into one of the sexist physical forms ever to have existed and you get me...a man who will gladly turn your little celebration here at Proving Grounds into the biggest pity party this side of Donald Trump.
{Alex turns his head just enough to shoot a look at Devon who is trying not to roll his eyes}
Alex: What, I can’t be topical?
{Devon mouths “no” before shaking his head as Alex turns to once more look at the camera but this time he has a much more serious expression on his face}
Alex: But all joking aside, TJ. I want you to enjoy your celebration. I want you to enjoy those few minutes that you have left of your fifteen minutes of fame because I mean every single word that I said. I’m coming for the Warrior Rising championship and I will be more than glad to take it from your cold, dead hands.
It’s time to make my destiny manifest….and for that, I’m all in.
See you at the show.
{Alex and Devon then turn away from the camera as the screen fades to black}