Post by Hunter Storms on Jan 31, 2017 23:41:08 GMT -5
For effect:
The shot opens up a rather dark screen, but suddenly lights start to suddenly turn on starting from the very back and making their way up to the front. Footsteps echo in the background as a figure with a black hoodie walks up to the camera. The shot suddenly seems to malfunction, showing the figure walking back down, but the shot suddenly returns to normal and staring back into the lens are the bloodshot eyes of Hunter Storms.
"The fight never ends does it? If there is a fight, then there must be a reason. If there is a reason, then there must've been an effect to have set this reason, and of course, if there is an effect, there must be a cause to it? Am I wrong? This mess all started because of my own morals. I took the dirty money from Benson, and enforced his request. Sure, I screwed Lawson out of the Alpha Cup, but am I proud of it? Some say I might be, others might say I felt some remorse for my actions but in the end it really doesn't matter does it? I'm only here for my own reasons, and at first I figured, y'know what, let me help out this masked rookie of a wrestler try to make a name for himself. I'm almost regretting that decision, but this obviously isn't the time to talk about this."
The camera once again acts strange as Storms is then shown abruptly moving about in the shot before the returning to normal once more.
"No, this obviously isn't about that dammed tag match. This about a man who's been clinging on to what I've done to screw him over. Lawson, why do you even bother? You scream you were screwed out of a possible title opportunity, but now you're standing as the #1 Contender for Fantana's Resilience championship. What the fuck are you still bitching about? Pull your damn big girl panties on and move past this shit once it's over. You're literally breathing down my neck harder than Gale's cameraman is with that Bindy Trent action figure..."
The shot starts to glitch out wildly as shots of Storms pulling his hood further over his face and other times it shows him silently screaming up towards the ceiling. As usual, the camera suddenly snaps back to a normality.
"If there is one thing that really annoys me, it's people with stupid obsessions over one time deals. And y'know what's a good example of that? Dom Lawson is the answer for all you idiots out there. It's so nonsensical these days, I swear. Really, grow up if you will. You aren't five, and you're treating me as if I'm the father who told you no more video games after seven and now you just want to scream at me until I give that undeserved privilege back to you. But here's the thing Dom: It will never fucking happen. Spew whatever venom you want, but in the end it'll be the final fight that I win, that is something I promise to keep even if it means crushing you to the point that you find yourself barely breathing in the ring and ensure that you are the one that will take......the FALL!"
He quickly flicks his head back, knocking the hood off his head and now fully exposing his facial features as dirt and grime covers his face.
"Moving onto other matters, I believe we have one unnecessary man involved in this. One certain Benny Stevens if I am correct, but do correct me if I got the bellend's name wrong. Not like I really care anyway."
He spits off to the side.
"So management thinks Benny has some right to be in this match with me and Dom. As much as I would want to beg to differ, I really can't especially given with what happened in some other promotion, but that's a story for another day. Benny, I do hope you know that as much as you are the wee chihuahua you are here, you're being thrown into a pen with two pitbulls. If I were you, I would start to find whatever small space there is, tuck my tail between my legs and just sit there until the bloody confrontation is done and dealt with. However, you won't do that will you? Of course you won't, like the dumb dog you are. Just every idiotic person out there, no one ever fucking listens to the wise. It's sad, just sad. No other words can really describe it except that."
He restlessly rolls his head in a circle, mumbling to himself before putting his focus back on the camera.
"In the end, at least I think, we're all one of the same. What we're gonna do on Sunday is just gonna be another round of a never ending fight. The fight never ends and it never will. Even if we put this behind us, at some point we're all going to find another reason to hate the same bastard once more before having to go blow for blow at each other's throats for blood. We're all just animals, but amongst all animals lives an alpha. An alpha that displays dominance and demands respect rather than give these stupid talks that I'm spewing out right now. It's dominance we now seek, not just to bury the other poor bastard in the ground. We have our reasons, and the world now knows our reasons for why we want dominance in this match. I want to send Dom in a body bag, Dom wants to put my broken body in a trash can, and Benny just wants some sweet revenge on Dom. Face it, no one wins on Sunday and by the way.............fuck you both."
He starts to walk out of the frame but the camera glitches once more to multiple views of Storms screaming "FALL!" at the camera before it fades to black.