Post by Julian Savell on Apr 9, 2017 4:40:39 GMT
The scene opens up with Julian sitting down at a table inside of a coffee shop. His FAW Championship sits on the table in front of him and he has a book in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, which he’s sipping on. He’s also wearing a pair of reading glasses, which is a side of him he’s never really revealed. Julian looks up at the camera and smiles as he notices the camera.
“Oh! What a pleasant surprise to see you here. Hey, come closer so I can finish story time with you.”
The camera zooms in closer and Julian looks at the book and begins to read.
“Once upon a time there was a story about a stupid as fuck reporter, Cass Baumer, who thought she could stand a chance against me because she won a silly hardcore match.”
Julian scoffs and drops the book down on the table before looking at the camera.
“While the biggest name she’s ever gone up against is CeCe… I’ve competed against some of the top competitors this business has ever seen. While Cass was living as a street corner hooker and getting plowed by a bunch of Kiwi fucks in New Zealand, I was out here when championships and making history. She wants to bring up my personal life? Bitch, I’m engaged with Keely, the love of my life, the woman I was always meant to be with.”
“How are things going after you went after Jenson a second time? Oh yeah, he chose Tinsley over you before moving on to that she-man named Maxx. You’re fucking pathetic. And you think what? That you’re going to beat me and Cecily Bell? You do realize the experience and all that is in my favor… Even if you took ME out of the equation. Cecily is a former heavyweight champion. You? You won some meaningless hardcore belt that Ash Scion’s nasty pussy has already tainted. ASSES IN GRAVES! DERPITY DER!!”
“I love how Cass tried to no sell Cecily as some chump because she took a break for a couple of months. News flash, bitch, I’ve taken a break for a couple of months before as well. What about you, Cass? You couldn’t cut it in #FSociety, got your shit pushed in by clowns and decided to come back as a reporter before finding the balls to wrestle again. Sure, you’ve done well for yourself and won a title but it’s just a throw in belt. It’s to make the lower card folks like you feel special while I continue to dominate at the top. I’m always on top, Cass, and at Sunday Night Delirium, you’re going to be the bottom like you always are and I’m going to skull fuck you worse than Jenson ever did. Except this will be in the ring.”
A smirk runs across Julian’s face before he takes a sip of his coffee.
“Mmm, that’s a good cup of coffee. You know what coffee reminds me of? Eddie whatever his name is. Adrien Cochrane’s manager who talked for his little butt buddy, Adam Sanders. What Adam? Cat caught your tongue? I saw you talking in #FSociety but now that you have to fight a two time heavyweight champion and a former heavyweight champion in Cecily, you suddenly have nothing to say. What? Are you fucking scared? Because you should be. Eddie said it himself, you’re greener than Kermit the Frog. But Eddie said something about me bewaring the people I underestimate. Here’s the thing, you’re UNDERESTIMATING ME! Don’t pull that fucking underdog shit with me. I don’t care if you’re as green as Adam or as slutty as Cass, I’m going to go at you like I went at Paz Guevara a couple of weeks ago.”
“I take all of my opponents seriously and that’s why I’m a champion… It’s why I’m Julian Savell. Eddie tried to dictate what I would say but speaking about the obvious himself. But he focused on me. You told Cecily not to only focus on Adam but now, on Adam’s behalf, you’re only focusing on Julian. Here’s the deal, folks, you aren’t just dealing with Julian Savell, you’re dealing with Cecily Bell. I believe in her and her abilities. I believe that we will get along better than Cass and Adam will too. Why? Because CeCe and myself have a lot of similarities. Cass and Adam? They’re polar opposites. When the match is over, Cass will still be known as a shit champion but Adam? He’ll go from being Kenzie Rydell’s bitch to Julian Savell’s bitch. I hope you’re both ready to get fucked… Because that’s what your future holds when stand over your broken and beaten bodies… The champion of FAW.”
He nods and the scene fades.
“Oh! What a pleasant surprise to see you here. Hey, come closer so I can finish story time with you.”
The camera zooms in closer and Julian looks at the book and begins to read.
“Once upon a time there was a story about a stupid as fuck reporter, Cass Baumer, who thought she could stand a chance against me because she won a silly hardcore match.”
Julian scoffs and drops the book down on the table before looking at the camera.
“While the biggest name she’s ever gone up against is CeCe… I’ve competed against some of the top competitors this business has ever seen. While Cass was living as a street corner hooker and getting plowed by a bunch of Kiwi fucks in New Zealand, I was out here when championships and making history. She wants to bring up my personal life? Bitch, I’m engaged with Keely, the love of my life, the woman I was always meant to be with.”
“How are things going after you went after Jenson a second time? Oh yeah, he chose Tinsley over you before moving on to that she-man named Maxx. You’re fucking pathetic. And you think what? That you’re going to beat me and Cecily Bell? You do realize the experience and all that is in my favor… Even if you took ME out of the equation. Cecily is a former heavyweight champion. You? You won some meaningless hardcore belt that Ash Scion’s nasty pussy has already tainted. ASSES IN GRAVES! DERPITY DER!!”
“I love how Cass tried to no sell Cecily as some chump because she took a break for a couple of months. News flash, bitch, I’ve taken a break for a couple of months before as well. What about you, Cass? You couldn’t cut it in #FSociety, got your shit pushed in by clowns and decided to come back as a reporter before finding the balls to wrestle again. Sure, you’ve done well for yourself and won a title but it’s just a throw in belt. It’s to make the lower card folks like you feel special while I continue to dominate at the top. I’m always on top, Cass, and at Sunday Night Delirium, you’re going to be the bottom like you always are and I’m going to skull fuck you worse than Jenson ever did. Except this will be in the ring.”
A smirk runs across Julian’s face before he takes a sip of his coffee.
“Mmm, that’s a good cup of coffee. You know what coffee reminds me of? Eddie whatever his name is. Adrien Cochrane’s manager who talked for his little butt buddy, Adam Sanders. What Adam? Cat caught your tongue? I saw you talking in #FSociety but now that you have to fight a two time heavyweight champion and a former heavyweight champion in Cecily, you suddenly have nothing to say. What? Are you fucking scared? Because you should be. Eddie said it himself, you’re greener than Kermit the Frog. But Eddie said something about me bewaring the people I underestimate. Here’s the thing, you’re UNDERESTIMATING ME! Don’t pull that fucking underdog shit with me. I don’t care if you’re as green as Adam or as slutty as Cass, I’m going to go at you like I went at Paz Guevara a couple of weeks ago.”
“I take all of my opponents seriously and that’s why I’m a champion… It’s why I’m Julian Savell. Eddie tried to dictate what I would say but speaking about the obvious himself. But he focused on me. You told Cecily not to only focus on Adam but now, on Adam’s behalf, you’re only focusing on Julian. Here’s the deal, folks, you aren’t just dealing with Julian Savell, you’re dealing with Cecily Bell. I believe in her and her abilities. I believe that we will get along better than Cass and Adam will too. Why? Because CeCe and myself have a lot of similarities. Cass and Adam? They’re polar opposites. When the match is over, Cass will still be known as a shit champion but Adam? He’ll go from being Kenzie Rydell’s bitch to Julian Savell’s bitch. I hope you’re both ready to get fucked… Because that’s what your future holds when stand over your broken and beaten bodies… The champion of FAW.”
He nods and the scene fades.