Post by Julian Savell on Feb 27, 2017 2:00:19 GMT
The scene opens up with Julian Savell standing in a dark room and there’s a spotlight being shone on him. He’s wearing a black fur coat over his suit and tie and his Fuckin’ Awesome Championship is strapped onto his waist. His trust umbrella is in his hand and he’s holding it up to where it’s resting on his shoulder. The coloring of the video feed is black and white, something that Julian has done before in his promos. His cold steely eyes glare into the camera for a moment before he finally begins to speak in a low, confident tone.
“So on Monday night, I get the pleasure of teaming with the Callaghan’s. I find it interesting I was put on a team with them instead of the Laroux brothers but hey, what can you do, right? But the thing is, I don’t see this as a tag match and I honestly don’t give a fuck about winning it. You see, some folks only care about what their win-loss record shows. But me? I only care about this belt that’s strapped around my waist.”
He taps on the Fuckin’ Awesome Championship and nods.
“This match is meaningless. While some people need it to boost their egos and such, I don’t need it for anything but ONE thing. It’s not to beat down Xavier and Gabriel because… Well… I quite like them. Hell, it’s not even to beat down on the Callaghan’s, unless the two morons choose to get in my fucking way. Do you want to know what’s the one thing I need this match for?”
He pauses and grins, letting the anticipation grow.
“I only need it to destroy Paz. You see, I didn’t have a problem with the young girl up until the point where she luckily pinned me two weeks ago and earned a shot at my belt. Now she’s gunning for my livelihood in a match that she doesn’t belong in. I don’t take too well to that and she’s going to be the one who pays for it. So my focus will be on her… Not winning this match and it sure as hell won’t be on the other four idiots. That beef isn’t mine.”
“The only beef I have is the one with the little girl who thinks that she belongs in the ring with me. I’m Julian fucking Savell, I’m the guy who makes Fuckin’ Awesome Wrestling fucking awesome! I literally put those first two words in it because I’m that amazing and now? Now my focus is solely on this company. While I went and dabbled in other places recently, all of that was for fun. It was for shits and giggles. But Fuckin’ Awesome? This is my home. This is my domain. THIS IS MY KINGDOM!”
He points his umbrella towards the camera.
“And all of you you dare defy me and not bow down at my feet shall be struck down by my wrath. Why? Because I’m a fucking wrestling GOD! I have rewritten the history books in this sport and I have rearranged the image of it to where it reflects my own. When people think of Fuckin’ Awesome, they think of Julian Savell. No one gives a shit about Noah Nakamura, Cause and Effect, the stupid as fuck Callaghan’s, that idiotic Mexican midget and even Ana Valentine. They only care about me.”
“What Paz? Do you think people actually care about you? Do you think that you actually draw in crowds and make money for Fuckin’ Awesome Wrestling? Because if you do, you better think again. You’re not me and you can never be me. The same goes for your tag partners, who don’t give two shits about you, by the way. And while Cause and Effect are busy beating down your boyfriend and his brother, I’m going to be having my way with you.”
He pauses and winks at the camera before a devilish grin runs over his face.
“When this match is all said and done, you’re going to be so beaten, battered and broken that you’re not going to be able to make it to our next match. Hell, you’re not going to be able to deep throat all of those bananas that you love so much. Nope, not after I crush your larynx. Because one thing is for certain, while you might be a cute little shit, you’re also annoying as fuck whenever you open your mouth. You sound like Alvin from Alvin and the Chipmunks and I’m tired of hearing that shit. I’m going to end you and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop it.”
He starts to laugh like a crazed person as he begins to twirl his umbrella in his hands. A few seconds pass before he swings the umbrella towards the camera and the feed cuts out.
“So on Monday night, I get the pleasure of teaming with the Callaghan’s. I find it interesting I was put on a team with them instead of the Laroux brothers but hey, what can you do, right? But the thing is, I don’t see this as a tag match and I honestly don’t give a fuck about winning it. You see, some folks only care about what their win-loss record shows. But me? I only care about this belt that’s strapped around my waist.”
He taps on the Fuckin’ Awesome Championship and nods.
“This match is meaningless. While some people need it to boost their egos and such, I don’t need it for anything but ONE thing. It’s not to beat down Xavier and Gabriel because… Well… I quite like them. Hell, it’s not even to beat down on the Callaghan’s, unless the two morons choose to get in my fucking way. Do you want to know what’s the one thing I need this match for?”
He pauses and grins, letting the anticipation grow.
“I only need it to destroy Paz. You see, I didn’t have a problem with the young girl up until the point where she luckily pinned me two weeks ago and earned a shot at my belt. Now she’s gunning for my livelihood in a match that she doesn’t belong in. I don’t take too well to that and she’s going to be the one who pays for it. So my focus will be on her… Not winning this match and it sure as hell won’t be on the other four idiots. That beef isn’t mine.”
“The only beef I have is the one with the little girl who thinks that she belongs in the ring with me. I’m Julian fucking Savell, I’m the guy who makes Fuckin’ Awesome Wrestling fucking awesome! I literally put those first two words in it because I’m that amazing and now? Now my focus is solely on this company. While I went and dabbled in other places recently, all of that was for fun. It was for shits and giggles. But Fuckin’ Awesome? This is my home. This is my domain. THIS IS MY KINGDOM!”
He points his umbrella towards the camera.
“And all of you you dare defy me and not bow down at my feet shall be struck down by my wrath. Why? Because I’m a fucking wrestling GOD! I have rewritten the history books in this sport and I have rearranged the image of it to where it reflects my own. When people think of Fuckin’ Awesome, they think of Julian Savell. No one gives a shit about Noah Nakamura, Cause and Effect, the stupid as fuck Callaghan’s, that idiotic Mexican midget and even Ana Valentine. They only care about me.”
“What Paz? Do you think people actually care about you? Do you think that you actually draw in crowds and make money for Fuckin’ Awesome Wrestling? Because if you do, you better think again. You’re not me and you can never be me. The same goes for your tag partners, who don’t give two shits about you, by the way. And while Cause and Effect are busy beating down your boyfriend and his brother, I’m going to be having my way with you.”
He pauses and winks at the camera before a devilish grin runs over his face.
“When this match is all said and done, you’re going to be so beaten, battered and broken that you’re not going to be able to make it to our next match. Hell, you’re not going to be able to deep throat all of those bananas that you love so much. Nope, not after I crush your larynx. Because one thing is for certain, while you might be a cute little shit, you’re also annoying as fuck whenever you open your mouth. You sound like Alvin from Alvin and the Chipmunks and I’m tired of hearing that shit. I’m going to end you and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop it.”
He starts to laugh like a crazed person as he begins to twirl his umbrella in his hands. A few seconds pass before he swings the umbrella towards the camera and the feed cuts out.