|
Post by Rock N' Roll God on Feb 12, 2023 16:35:23 GMT -6
|
|
|
Post by The Age of Fall on Feb 24, 2023 21:30:46 GMT -6
The scene opens up in the Age of Fall's locker room where Desmond is seen sitting a wooden bench, dressed in his ring gear, getting ready for his upcoming match. After a few seconds of silence, he begins to speak.
Desmond Edwards You know, I still question why I was in the number one contenders battle royal to see who challenge for the Nex*Gen Championship. Considering who is currently the reigning, defending Nex*Gen Champion. I never had any intentions of winning the battle royal, much less challenge someone who is giving me a opportunity to showcase my skills in front of the entire world, for their Championship. Sure, we could of tore the house down but I rather watch him embarrass someone on the grand stage. Watch him crush their hopes and dreams of becoming a Champion. Plus, me along with the rest of the Age of Fall will do everything in our power to make sure the Nex*Gen Championship stays in Dan's possession for a long, long time. Mister tough guy may think that he actually has a chance of taking the Nex*Gen Championship from Dan's grasp but he doesn't. His flaw will be his downfall. He'll just go on another nonsensical rant because he had to make the first move. Honestly, he should just get some new material because his shtick is going to get old, real fast. To the point where people just brush off whatever he says and ignore his words entirely because they're tired of hearing him whine and complain like a little bitch.
A slight grin appears on Desmond's face.
Desmond Edwards If I was to challenge for a Championship, I already have a Championship in mind. At the moment, it seems that almost every Champion already has a challenger waiting in line...except for one. The Horror-Core Champion. If the Horror-Core Champion is waiting for someone to step up and challenge him for his Championship then I'll be the one to do so. I know how things work around here. I have to earn my shot and don't expect it to be handed to me. I'm willing to earn my shot. I'll take down anyone who gets thrown in front of me, just to earn a shot at the Horror-Core Championship. I'm looking forward to getting my feet wet in the Horror-Core Division and show the whole world how violent I can get. Champ, I'm coming after you and your Horror-Core Championship so you better be ready for the fight of your life whenever we cross paths. It's only a matter of time.
Desmond makes a Championship motion around his waist.
Desmond Edwards Now then, it's time for me to start building some momentum and here at Revolution, I could do so in a big way. I'll be taking on one half of the World Tag Team Champions, Razor Blade. The very Championships that Dan and Roxanne are after. I have no doubt that they can end the reign of Razor Blade and Latoya Hixx. In the meantime, I can soften Razor up for them to the point where he might not be at one hundred percent for his Championship defense. Then they can waltz into StarrCade, easily pick him off and become the new World Tag Team Champions. What surprises me is Razor has yet to say anything. Usually, he'll go babbling on about some nonsense that may or may not make any sense. As Roxy said in her and Dan's speech for their match against those losers in the Kingdom, what's the matter? Cat got your tongue?
Desmond pauses to chuckle before he resumes speaking.
Desmond Edwards In all seriousness, you really have nothing to say, Razor? Color me surprised. Razor is actually speechless for once! He has nothing to say and he didn't bore the masses with nonsensical babbling! His silence can mean two things. One, he doesn't care anymore and thinks he can just coast on by, putting the bare minimum in his efforts from here on out. Two, he's disrespecting me, thinking that I'm not much of a threat to him. Whatever the case may be, it hardly matters if he said anything or not. His words mean very little. My goal is to put a hurting on you and make sure you don't make it to StarrCade at one hundred percent. I'm going to inflict as much pain as humanly possible. I'm going to make you scream in agony. I'm going to make you bleed. I want to hear you cry and see the tears running down your face, begging for the pain to end. I want to see the look on despair, defenseless to stop me from stomping your head into the mat, turning what's left of your brain into mush. Then I will put you out of your misery with either a Knee or put you in submission hold where you only have two options. Tap or snap. Your fate has been sealed. Your demise is inevitable. Judgment Day is upon you. Remember this day, Champ. The day you met your downfall at the hands of Desmond Edwards. A future Horror-Core Champion. Believe that.
The grin on his face is replaced by a smirk as he rises from his seat and exits the locker room, heading to the ring for his upcoming match against the surprisingly silent Razor Blade. Ready to put Razor through a world of pain.
|
|