Post by Julian Savell on Mar 15, 2017 11:09:51 GMT
The scene opens up with Julian Savell standing in front of a Fuckin' Awesome banner backdrop and he's wearing a black fur coat over a black suit and tie but the color of the picture of the video is black and white. His Fuckin Awesome Championship is strapped across his waist tightly and he has his trusty umbrella in his hand, hoisted up and rested on his shoulder. He stands there for a few moments, simply glaring into the camera as he lets his presence be felt. A grin finally cracks over his face before he begins to laugh out loud like a maniac. He laughs and laughs before he stops his laughter immediately and glares into the camera again. He clears his throat before he finally begins to speak.
"Sorry about the outburst, I was simply thinking about the notion that Paz thinks she has a chance against me. The thing is, she's the only one who thinks so. The rest of the world knows that she's out of her fucking league... That's she's in way over her head. But there are some of her fans who pretend to cheer her on, like the majority of the Callaghan family."
"Sean and Liam think she has a chance to win but in the back of their minds, they know she's going to lose and that it's going to be bad... They know that it's going to be fucking brutal. Or in better terms, it'll be fucking awesome."
He steps towards the camera, twirling the trusty umbrella in his hand as he keeps his eyes locked in on the camera. He stops twirling the umbrella and points the end of it at camera.
"Paz... I used to think so highly of you. I thought that maybe, just maybe you could've been the next Ashleigh Jericho. Hell, a lot of people thought that you could've been that and if it were true, maybe you could've beaten me like she did. But the difference between you and Ash is that's she's a fucking killer. She's not just a dog with a bark but one with a bite that crushes you down with two tons of force."
"But you, Paz? You're just a fucking chihuahua. You bark louder than everyone else in the yard but when it comes time to show your teeth, you run away with a whimper. But oh, you're going to try your heart out against me. You're going to go up against immeasurable odds against the king of the jungle and you're going to fail because you're small and frail."
"Because you can talk the talk but you clearly cannot walk the walk. The only impressive thing you've added to your resume here is your dominance over Becky 'I'm suck Adrien's dick for food' Backstreet. Your pinfall over me? You can thank Chris Night and Noah Nakamura for that one. It was a fluke and this time? There won't be any distractions. This time, you won't get over on me."
"You see, there's three stages of hell but the bad news for everyone is that they're not even going to get to witness the third stage. But the second stage, I'm going to be leaving you in the center of the ring; a broken, beaten and bloodied mess. I'm going to disfigure your face and body so much that not even Liam, who knows you intimately better than anyone, will be able to recognize you."
"The pain and torture that I'm going to put you through isn't only going to rearrange your face and body but it's going to rearrange your soul. You're no longer going to be the same Paz Guevara that the people closest to you know. You're going to need physical and mental rehabs to try, TRY to get back to normal. But once I'm through with you, there will never be a chance you reach back to the way you feel today."
He pauses to let all of that sink in as he snarls at the camera.
“You think I'm joking, right? You think I'm feeding you cliche line after cliche line? But the thing is, you know my history. You're clearly a fan, Paz, so you know how many careers I've ended… You know what I'm capable of when someone is trying to take away from me what is rightfully mine. You know that I'm capable of hurting you in ways that nobody in this sport can. You think I'm some fake motherfucker?”
“Well, Paz, you said it first… You said how I push away anyone and everyone that I love. You said how I sabotage my life and ruin it. And the thing is, all of it? I did it on purpose. So, if I can hurt the ones that I truly love more than anything in this world and willingly do it… What do you think that I'll do to you? You think this is all fun and games but you're in the big leagues now and you're competing in my domain. I own Fuckin’ Awesome Wrestling, I own the Three Stages of Hell matchup and most of all, I own the Fuckin’ Awesome Championship.”
He strips the belt off of his waist and raises it in the air.
“You think you can really take his from me? Well guess what? You're going to have to pry it from my lifeless fingers. You don't have it in you to go that far but me? I do. Because everyone remembers about #ThatGuyIKilled, am I right?”
A smirk runs over his face as he shrugs his shoulders.
“The Ides of March are upon us… And the memories of the feel good story that is Paz Guervara is going to die… Along with her.”
He begins to cackle like a lunatic and the scene turns black.
"Sorry about the outburst, I was simply thinking about the notion that Paz thinks she has a chance against me. The thing is, she's the only one who thinks so. The rest of the world knows that she's out of her fucking league... That's she's in way over her head. But there are some of her fans who pretend to cheer her on, like the majority of the Callaghan family."
"Sean and Liam think she has a chance to win but in the back of their minds, they know she's going to lose and that it's going to be bad... They know that it's going to be fucking brutal. Or in better terms, it'll be fucking awesome."
He steps towards the camera, twirling the trusty umbrella in his hand as he keeps his eyes locked in on the camera. He stops twirling the umbrella and points the end of it at camera.
"Paz... I used to think so highly of you. I thought that maybe, just maybe you could've been the next Ashleigh Jericho. Hell, a lot of people thought that you could've been that and if it were true, maybe you could've beaten me like she did. But the difference between you and Ash is that's she's a fucking killer. She's not just a dog with a bark but one with a bite that crushes you down with two tons of force."
"But you, Paz? You're just a fucking chihuahua. You bark louder than everyone else in the yard but when it comes time to show your teeth, you run away with a whimper. But oh, you're going to try your heart out against me. You're going to go up against immeasurable odds against the king of the jungle and you're going to fail because you're small and frail."
"Because you can talk the talk but you clearly cannot walk the walk. The only impressive thing you've added to your resume here is your dominance over Becky 'I'm suck Adrien's dick for food' Backstreet. Your pinfall over me? You can thank Chris Night and Noah Nakamura for that one. It was a fluke and this time? There won't be any distractions. This time, you won't get over on me."
"You see, there's three stages of hell but the bad news for everyone is that they're not even going to get to witness the third stage. But the second stage, I'm going to be leaving you in the center of the ring; a broken, beaten and bloodied mess. I'm going to disfigure your face and body so much that not even Liam, who knows you intimately better than anyone, will be able to recognize you."
"The pain and torture that I'm going to put you through isn't only going to rearrange your face and body but it's going to rearrange your soul. You're no longer going to be the same Paz Guevara that the people closest to you know. You're going to need physical and mental rehabs to try, TRY to get back to normal. But once I'm through with you, there will never be a chance you reach back to the way you feel today."
He pauses to let all of that sink in as he snarls at the camera.
“You think I'm joking, right? You think I'm feeding you cliche line after cliche line? But the thing is, you know my history. You're clearly a fan, Paz, so you know how many careers I've ended… You know what I'm capable of when someone is trying to take away from me what is rightfully mine. You know that I'm capable of hurting you in ways that nobody in this sport can. You think I'm some fake motherfucker?”
“Well, Paz, you said it first… You said how I push away anyone and everyone that I love. You said how I sabotage my life and ruin it. And the thing is, all of it? I did it on purpose. So, if I can hurt the ones that I truly love more than anything in this world and willingly do it… What do you think that I'll do to you? You think this is all fun and games but you're in the big leagues now and you're competing in my domain. I own Fuckin’ Awesome Wrestling, I own the Three Stages of Hell matchup and most of all, I own the Fuckin’ Awesome Championship.”
He strips the belt off of his waist and raises it in the air.
“You think you can really take his from me? Well guess what? You're going to have to pry it from my lifeless fingers. You don't have it in you to go that far but me? I do. Because everyone remembers about #ThatGuyIKilled, am I right?”
A smirk runs over his face as he shrugs his shoulders.
“The Ides of March are upon us… And the memories of the feel good story that is Paz Guervara is going to die… Along with her.”
He begins to cackle like a lunatic and the scene turns black.