Post by Squall Leonhart on Sept 4, 2016 17:11:54 GMT -5
The scene opens with Ryan Kendrick in the backstage area. He's wearing his ring gear, with his sleeveless trench coat draped over a nearby box. His custom Hatchetman is around his neck, glinting in the light. He's facing the camera, with a can of Amp in his hand, ready to speak.
"Its been a rough year for me so far. If you missed it, let me recap. In January, Me and my partner the Enigma, went into Devils May Cry as the favorites in a triple threat Tag Team title match. We went undefeated in the preceding tournament. Then, when it came right down to it, we lost. Enigma went home. I stayed, and lost some more. Then again against Stephan Raab, in our best of three series. And now, I've been 2 and 0 against the Monster in the past two months alone. And honestly, I don't know what's been wrong with me. But, the other night, I was kickin back, relaxing, and I was re-watching some of last years show's, trying to re-gain that spark. So, this promo comes on. I'm at Enigma's house, and the two of us are training. And something stands out to me. I know whats missing now. Enigma once told me, that my confidence, and my ability to stay focused, was my greatest weapon. After we lost those titles to the Misfits, my confidence was shaken. Not anymore. Carnage, Vic. Honestly, I don't give a damn that you're in the Machine. You've fucked with me, you've fucked with my friends, and you've fucked with my mentor. Well guess what, You fucked with the wrong goddamn man. Because in case you forgot, I'm the "Straight-Edge Juggalo"! I'm better than the both of you! Not only do I have the support of the hundreds of Juggalo's out there, but my body's clean, unlike you steroid junkie, low-class trash. And you showed that last week, when Victor laid down for you. You're fucking scum, feeding off of Xion's scraps. So you guys go ahead. Be the boss man's yes men. Poison your minds to go along with your poisoned bodies. It's just going to make it that much easier to knock you guys off."
Kendrick pauses for a moment, and chugs the rest of his Amp, before tossing it over his shoulder. Now Smirking, in a way that he hasn't done for months, Ryan speaks again.
"Honestly, if you guy weren't part of the scummiest faction on earth, I'd feel bad for you. After tonight, what is Xion going to think? When his two prize fighter, come back to him, head's held in defeat because they couldn't beat a hood rat from Newark, Ohio and a man who hasn't been relevant for about a decade. Because tonight, you're going to lose, and lose hard, because those fan's, Juggalo or not, have our back. And we have theirs. We're their chosen Champions, to fight against what they hate. And bub, I don't know if you noticed, but you're not very well liked around here. So, tonight, prepare to get spiked, and no Vic, I don't mean alcohol. I mean your going to get laid out by a Faygo Driver, 1,2,3."
With that Kendrick would grab his coat and walk off screen, his new resolve burning throughout him.
"Its been a rough year for me so far. If you missed it, let me recap. In January, Me and my partner the Enigma, went into Devils May Cry as the favorites in a triple threat Tag Team title match. We went undefeated in the preceding tournament. Then, when it came right down to it, we lost. Enigma went home. I stayed, and lost some more. Then again against Stephan Raab, in our best of three series. And now, I've been 2 and 0 against the Monster in the past two months alone. And honestly, I don't know what's been wrong with me. But, the other night, I was kickin back, relaxing, and I was re-watching some of last years show's, trying to re-gain that spark. So, this promo comes on. I'm at Enigma's house, and the two of us are training. And something stands out to me. I know whats missing now. Enigma once told me, that my confidence, and my ability to stay focused, was my greatest weapon. After we lost those titles to the Misfits, my confidence was shaken. Not anymore. Carnage, Vic. Honestly, I don't give a damn that you're in the Machine. You've fucked with me, you've fucked with my friends, and you've fucked with my mentor. Well guess what, You fucked with the wrong goddamn man. Because in case you forgot, I'm the "Straight-Edge Juggalo"! I'm better than the both of you! Not only do I have the support of the hundreds of Juggalo's out there, but my body's clean, unlike you steroid junkie, low-class trash. And you showed that last week, when Victor laid down for you. You're fucking scum, feeding off of Xion's scraps. So you guys go ahead. Be the boss man's yes men. Poison your minds to go along with your poisoned bodies. It's just going to make it that much easier to knock you guys off."
Kendrick pauses for a moment, and chugs the rest of his Amp, before tossing it over his shoulder. Now Smirking, in a way that he hasn't done for months, Ryan speaks again.
"Honestly, if you guy weren't part of the scummiest faction on earth, I'd feel bad for you. After tonight, what is Xion going to think? When his two prize fighter, come back to him, head's held in defeat because they couldn't beat a hood rat from Newark, Ohio and a man who hasn't been relevant for about a decade. Because tonight, you're going to lose, and lose hard, because those fan's, Juggalo or not, have our back. And we have theirs. We're their chosen Champions, to fight against what they hate. And bub, I don't know if you noticed, but you're not very well liked around here. So, tonight, prepare to get spiked, and no Vic, I don't mean alcohol. I mean your going to get laid out by a Faygo Driver, 1,2,3."
With that Kendrick would grab his coat and walk off screen, his new resolve burning throughout him.
