Post by kingofkings on Feb 9, 2017 13:45:26 GMT -5
Congratulations are in order to Dare Clemmens. That is the homie!!
Austin Gale you lost your title at Executive Action and as much as you may be trying to get that shit back, it’s not going to happen. See, even if I like Dare Clemmens, he put himself in a bad spot by taking that belt from you. He put himself in the line of fire on my quest to get back to where I used to be…
As for you, well…
What about you?
You’re a bitch!!
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The scene opens up catching a trail of cigar smoke lingering into the air before the camera pans around to catch a hand holding the cigar in a lounge chair. Shortly after the camera zooms out to catch Christian Jones lounging in replica of the Iron Throne (Game Of Thrones).
Exhaling the smoke from his lungs, the camera takes notice of the environment around the throne. ‘Jones self proclaimed throne room’...
Stacks of money lay at the throne to the side of his feet, stacked up and rubber-banded. The old style curtains half drawn only unveil a small amount of lighting making the location just as mysterious as his last. With a smirk, Christian Jones extinguishes the cigar into the ashtray on the table to the side of the throne before smirking and folding his arms in front of him, kicking his feet back to show off his Jordan’s…
“So, Tommy Stone was a damn fluke. The man talked all that garbage only to kick me in the nuts like a little girl. Whatever the case may be, I picked up the win and as I said, Stone went home a loser with nothing to show for his participation at Executive Action!”
“I guess with that said, we can add another ‘do’ to the list of how to prepare for fighting The Undisputed King Of Kings… That would be, if all else fails… DO kick Christian Jones in the nuts and get disqualified!”
“Enough about people who can’t hold their weight and don’t belong in a wrestling ring, though. Let’s talk about what’s going to happen in the near future. Let’s focus our attention on Austin Gale. A man who quickly proved his worth in AWE, only to be stopped by a Calvin Klein model at Executive Action.”
Jones lets out a chuckle and rests his face in hands, a significance of humility… Like Gale really had to be joking right? Except he wasn't...
It was a reality, the result of the Resilience Championship match spoke for itself
“At Massacre, I continue my quest to put myself back on the top of the wrestling world. A place that I have been before and a place where I belong. If only things were simple. See, in a perfect world you would have retained that belt at Executive Action and I would have simple whooped your ass for it this show. It would have been the greatest thing ever…”
Jones ticks his finger back and forth as if to say ‘wait a minute’. Jones knew that whatever Austin Gale tried to throw at him, he had to emphasize one crucial point. That point was simple, after a back and forth battle for the last couple weeks... after all the shit talk, Austin lost his belt to a young boy who looked like he hadn't even hit puberty yet... Not much of a fighting champion now, was he??
“...But no, you fell flat on your fucking face!!”
“Nevertheless, that just means I have to put your shoulders on the mat for a three count this week and advance. In turn, this will show the AWE higher ups and executives that Christian Jones deserves that Resilience Championship match against Dare Clemmens.”
“…I know, crazy talk, right?”
A smirk slowly stretches across Christian Jones face…
“Let me explain, while you’re doing this wrestling thing for whatever your motives may be, I do this shit for myself. I do this thing because I’m a competitor and I will not flag nor fail. Forget materialistics. I came to AWE to set examples and guess what??”
“You are the next example in a long line of stepping stones on my way to greatness…”
“Simply put, you are nothing more than a flavor of the week. A flavor that already expired at Executive Action. I’m just in your way to confirm it!!”
“...and I will.”
Jones lifts the burnt out cigar from the ashtray placing it between his lips once more as he lights it back up. Taking an inhale, he lets out a long relaxing sigh upon exhaling…
“...Trust me!!”
At this point, Jones looks at the cigar rolling it around between his fingers examining it thoroughly as the scene fades to static…