Post by MasterEvil on May 20, 2012 20:32:30 GMT
TBS: Twenty-one days ago I disappeared…
I spoke out softly moments after Sapphire has ever so kindly press the record button on the camera. Our current location being on the pavement in front of the hotel that us Animosity lot at spending our few days at. I’ve been gone for twenty-one days but I still seem to be without any goal…any target…any dream. My voice sound emotionless and my face appeared blanker has my northern English lungs traded valuable air for those meaningless words.
TBS: Twenty-one days ago I defeated the Universal Champion Vantage one, two and three in the middle of the ring…then I vanished has if I never existed. All to endure a twenty-one day journey of self-redemption…self-recovery…self-harmony. Now I am back better than I was before and how am I greeted back? Back on Animosity against some poor misguided child called Purgatory. A young convict within this asylum of anarchy and madness, where the righteous are rejected and the wrong are deemed as gods…poor little pup trying to cross the tightrope with everything he has, for once fallen he’ll be devoured by the right hand of obscurity’s sulphuric form.
I guess that this makes a rather decent starting point for my first promo back in wrestling, I believe that I could easily make better promos in the future but for now this shall do. I could feel the doormen’s eyes glaring at my back has I spoke to the camera, probably thinking that I’m weird but in this world who is truly normal? The camera was being held over the left shoulder of one Yashira Maran, my employee and sweet friend, her light smile giving me the hope and belief that this time my WEW career will go in the right direction.
TBS: I’ve heard of you Purgatory…a guy whose been here for months but has been continuously losing time and time again. We are on the same roster yet neither of us has spoken to each other before…neither of us traded looks before…neither of us ate together, fought together, against each other or even parked next to each other before…yet now we finally clash. Purgatory, do you think you know me? Do you think you know who I am? Who was I was? And I’m destined to always be? No, you know absolutely nothing about me…you don’t know my real name, you don’t know my past and I don’t even think you know the name of my finishing moves for the past seven months I’ve been here only twice I’ve used my finishers. I know nothing about you has well…but at this point I don’t care because I have beaten many people I haven’t met before.
I spoke calmly yet almost robotically to the camera, maybe my heart isn’t into committing this promo or wrestling Purgatory tomorrow night…but instead it is more focused on the one person who gave me friendship and hope throughout those twenty-one days. I first thought those would be dark, dreary and counterproductive; instead that one has helped me smile…laugh…enjoy the life I have left. But for now I must continue this promo instead of thinking about her wonderful kindness.
TBS: There are advantages for you though Purgatory. While you been “jobbing to the stars,” I haven’t competed in a match for a while…so there is a tiny bit of ring rust that I desperately need to oil out. But the advantages one holds does not make him a man…what makes a man is his weaknesses, more specifically how they overcame those weaknesses. I can bring you a good and bad example of men, so listen up Purgatory for this lesson is only going to come once. The first example is one Oscar Gutierrez…his weakness is his tiny height, so tiny that he got encouraged to have beer to under the prediction that it could help fill out his muscle mass…he overcame that weakness by just being lightening quick and succeeding with multiple Championship reigns, that is a good example of who is a man.
Clearly the Japanese woman in front of me isn’t use to carrying a camera, of its size, for a decent length of time…even though she kept her happy smile I could easily tell that her shoulder was struggling to stay still under the weight of the device. So, just before I spoke out Rey Mysterio’s real name, my right hand reached out and lifted the camera slightly, transferring most of the pressure from her shoulder and onto my hand. After speaking out of the “good example” I raised the camera so it was a few mere centimetres above her shoulder, removing the pressure from her shoulder and putting all its weight against my hand. My blank face expressing none of this has I began to speak up again.
TBS: Chance Rugani’s weakness is just simply he doesn’t have, back then and now, the qualities to be a deserving Championship contender…so he basically took the role of President and handed himself the title matches until he could finally steal the Championship away. That is a bad example of what is a man. So now, after that short lesson, I have a question targeted at you Purgatory…only you. Not the failed hooker you sleep with called “mum,” not the next neighbour that you envy so heavily because know you’ll never be has happy as him and not your boyfriend Anders…just you. Here is the question: are you a man? If so then what kind of man are you? The good kind or the bad kind? The kind that gets everything he wants? Or the kind that is destined to be trapped in a downwardly bottomless spiral of mediocrity?
I seem to have a talent for talking don’t I? Maybe I should be a blue belt, one above green and one below red, in vocalism…a bit of a mad thought I admit but maybe that is why I am so calm and emotionless on television, because my mind is half lost and four tenths dying. Yashira mouthed out the words “thank you” while I spoke out my words, appreciative to me taking the weight off her smoothly soft shoulder.
TBS: What kind of man are you Purgatory? We’ll find out the answer together tomorrow night, when I beat you. After the defeat you’ll being to lose the belief that you can fight among us “Elite” and all down the ranks so quickly that you’ll be jerking the curtains of Burnout before September time…then, after only two months you’ll get your moment to reveal yourself, will you be a good man and build back up to stardom? Or are you be a bad kind of man and just walk out with your tail between your legs? I don’t know the answer yet but I’ll love to find out after I defeat you Purgatory. I have no agendas against you so this ain’t personal…this is just me returning has a new man…a cleansed man…a reborn man. I will beat you Purgatory for I only need one little reason why…
While speaking some of these words my left hand grabbed the camera has well and took it off Yashira, holding it closer to my upper body at a low angle shot. My words might have been slightly cold but I don’t mind, I’m use to being the guy people either want to hate or naturally hate the moment they see me. After finishing all my questions I placed the camera down on the road, in a position to see my entire frame, and offered Sapphire a spot next to me, which she accepted has my right arm embraced the Japanese lady close to me.
TBS: I’m The New Las Plagas Broken Saint and I’m back…Break Me! I Don’t Care.
After speaking out my trademarked catchphrase, with an one-off modification, my left hand reached over and pressed the stop button on the camera, officially ending this promo. Yashira instantly knew this and began to speak, by whispering into my ear.
Sapphire: Can we go to skiing after you done your match?
Okay…that question completely caught me unaware to say the very least.
TBS: Skiing? Where the hell did you get an idea like that?
Sapphire: We’re in Switzerland Jericho, the Alps isn’t so far…or are you one who prefers to snowboard?
TBS: No it isn’t that, its just…Idon’tknowhowtoski…
Sapphire: Pardon?
TBS: I don’t know how to ski…
Sapphire: Can you say it louder please?
TBS: I don’t know how to ski, okay?
Sapphire: I didn’t know that…but that settles it, after the Animosity main event is over we’re going straight to the Alps and I’m going to teach you how to ski.
TBS: …Do I have a say in this?
Sapphire: If you want me to keep baking you cookies then no, you don’t.
Damn she got me, I adore her cooking…especially those goddamn delicious cookies. And obviously she knows this, evidenced by her cute chuckle.
Sapphire: Maybe we should go to the gym, I bet the last thing Animosity wants is “The Flabby Saint.”
We both couldn’t resist laughing at that comment, even though I will admit that it did sound somewhat insulting to a person sensitive about their size.
TBS: Sure…but only if you train with me.
Sapphire: But my knee…
TBS: Don’t worry about it Yashira, we won’t do anything that would potentially damage your delicate joint.
Sapphire: Fine, you’ve convinced me.
She spoke out those four words with a sweet smile that elects one across my face has I let her stand up before standing myself up to my feet. After a couple moments we began to walk off towards the gym but then a loud cracking sound was heard and both of us spun around to see the source of that noise…we forgot to pick up the camera and some bastard just ran over it. I guess we’re going to have to re-record the promo before going to the gym…shit…