Post by MasterEvil on Nov 11, 2012 10:23:12 GMT
Prologue
My return was quite a mixed event of mixed feelings. The crowd were excited to have me back after being burned alive just over a month ago. The was able to get Flame into my trap by pretending that I was more injured than what I really am, even though I was legitimately at eighty percent at most. And I had my return match, against the Universal Champion Vantage, won on my own…so where what would the negativity be? The keyword would be “had” for I was moments away from going for my finisher, the Naked Truth, until Alistar Bane ran out and pushed me off the top rope, giving me the win by disqualification. Moments before Animosity went off the air Bane proclaimed that he did it to ensure Vantage’s defeat…but why attack me when I already had the match won? He could have attacked me if I missed the Naked Truth or when Vantage nailed his “Vantage Clutch” or whatever he calls it…but instead he attacked me before I could even try my big move, making my return from a life threatening injury nothing more than a sentence in the Alister Bane versus Vantage feud…not even Vince Russo would have booked such a crappy ending to the first main event after Crossroads. But what is the point in voicing my disapproval? All it does is make them huddle like a bunch of penguins and throw their dummies at me until I move on…after all, all I am is the shadow of WEW. I am there but unnoticed, not acknowledged and ignored as I watch the good, bad and ugly happen…and while I have a pair of eyes like they do, a brain like they do and a soul like they do…I have to hold my thoughts to myself for they’ll never listen. For now I should focus on my next opponent Brian James, the plonker that belittles me as an “one-shot wonder,” how can I be an “one-shot wonder” if I never got that “one-shot?” But anyway, I guess I should shoot a promo on him soon.
Scene One: Your “Pinnacle” Has Peaked
Time: 7:44 AM 3rd Friday August 2012
Here I am laying on a double bed in my home of Los Angeles, blankly staring at the ceiling. Part of me wants to focus on what I’ve got to do on the upcoming Animosity, beat the “Pinnacle of Stupidity” Brian James, while another part of me wants me to voice my frustration towards those who decided that my return was nothing more than a footnote in somebody else’s career, even though I am now three and one against Vantage and he has yet to actually pin me or make me submit. But overall all I can think of…is what the little girl told me. I can’t fully remember the line but I can paraphrase it to “search my past to find the clues to who the hooded girl is, if I get it wrong I’ll die of a heart attack.” But where should I search first?
Before I could think of another question my left arm yet something grabbing it so I looked over and smiled lightly as next to me was Yashira Maran, my beautiful ring announcer and bearer of my unborn child, holding onto my arm. She looked so cute and innocent as she slept so I gently kissed her on her forehead before carefully pulling my arm away, putting her eye patched teddy bear in my arm’s place. I was naked so the first thing I did was dress myself in the first set of clothing I could find. Afterwards I slowly made my into the kitchen and pulled a rectangular pouch out of the fridge. I opened the pouch, revealing a needle with some kind of cloudy liquid inside it, and pull the needle out. I turned the dial up to fifty, bared my belly and stabbed myself a couple of centimetres under my navel before pushing the dial down to zero, injecting fifty units of this liquid into my body. When I was done I just pulled the needle out, placed it back into its pouch and closed the pouch before putting it back into the fridge.
I then grabbed a couple of slices of bread and put them into the toaster before waiting for them to get toasted. The moment they shot out the toaster I devoured both slices in two minutes at most before beginning to make my way back to the bedroom. When I entered I saw my cute girlfriend continuing to sleep peacefully and softly grinning at this, indulging myself in how adorable Yashira can be, before deciding to set the camcorder up on top of the drawers at the order side of the room. I pushed the record button and made my way back to the bed and sat on the edge of it before beginning my match promo.
TBS: Pinnacles, mountaintops, highpoints…everyone has their peak but never before have I seen someone so full of himself that he proclaims himself as “The Pinnacle” until I laid eyes on my upcoming opponent, Brian James. Last time we fought was at that fatal four way match for a shot at the TV Title, neither of us won but his performance was nothing more than nadir…yet, at the next pay per view “Crossroads,” he then gets a shot at the WEW Championship for having a daft twitter petition? It actually tells me a lot about you Brian, seriously…it tells me that you suck so much in the ring that instead of actually having a number one contendership match, like a REAL challenger should, you instead buggered off to twitter and begged people to sign a worthless petition so you can claim that people actually want you to have a Title match. Then what did you do when you got your World Title match? You fucked up and lost, like nearly everyone across the world predicted, yeah…Chance Rugani was battered at the end of the match and it took a fifty foot splash to beat you, but the fact remains that YOU LOST!
I must admit that I did raise my voice a considerable amount at my last two words for it caused Sapphire to squirm lightly in the bed, almost as if she was waking up, so I simply laid my right hand down on her hip and rubbed lightly. If she woke I would have cuddled my beautiful girl while continuing the promo but instead she simply got comfy and continued to peacefully sleep. So I sighed lightly before looking back at the camcorder and continued to speak.
TBS: And now, from what I hear, you got an automatic rematch at the next pay per view…and here I thought only the former Champion has the right to a rematch without any question. Don’t worry Brian I’m not complaining about the fact I never got a shot earlier in the year, in fact, I am better off now than I was back then. But I am going to give you a warning so listen up for I ain’t going to say this twice…you need to win this match no matter what. You’re the big guy in this match, the odds on favourite and the hypothetical threat to Chance Rugani’s WEW Championship reign…while I’m still some boy from England that has just finally got back to a hundred percent from the moment that Flame set me alight. You’re “The Pinnacle” while I seem to be the “Card-Filler” and you’re guy who serious hurt Chance Rugani while I’m the kid who only just woke up three days before Crossroads. You’re the favourite, you should win…but you’re not going to beat me, you’re not going to win the WEW Champion and you’re never going to be the uberheel of this company…the reason is actually quite simple.
My hand slowly moved away from the female’s hip as I was speaking out my words to the camera lens. I must admit that I did chuckle lightly once the word “simple” left my lips, remembering Alexander’s trademark catchphrase from every Compare The Market advert. I managed to stop my light chuckling though to get closer to the end of my promo.
TBS: The reason is the name and the name is the reason, “The Pinnacle.” The pinnacle is basically the very top of the mountain, the highest point and basically the best. But one thing you haven’t realise is that, once you’re at the very top of the mountain there is only one place to go…down. Your “Pinnacle” has peaked Brian and it was nowhere near enough to defeat Chance Rugani at Crossroads, so now you’re on a downhill roll until you face some kind of rejuvenation…and until you do, Brian James, all you’ll be is the chump who lost to Chance again and again who is going to lose to me in four nights time. Yes, Brian, you have pinned Chance a couple of months ago but you know what? Today isn’t a couple of months ago, today is the start of the rest of you life, so you need to move on from that or else you’re going to end up becoming a curtain jerker like Kevin Kilbourne is on tonight’s Adrenaline. So, has I was implying a few mere moments ago, you have peaked Brian while I have yet to achieve whatever my potential may or may not be.
I spoke my words with a slight bit of enthusiasm, as if there is more purpose to this promo than basically belittling my opponent. Maybe my opponent being Brian James could be the reason for this? Since I swear nearly every promo he did, on his build up to the match against Rugani, was basically saying that he is serious competition while I am nothing else but a joke of a main eventer. Maybe that could be the reason, I’m not fully sure but I think I end this promo soon for I don’t want to wake my beautiful girl up.
TBS: I am on the rise and you are on the fall, Brian, yet the odds are heavily stacked in your favourite James. So what would THE Brian James do in THE match against THE Broken Saint on THE road to THE WEW Title shot against THE WEW Champion Chance Rugani? Would Brian James hard at his very best, lose and have to build his momentum up all over again from scratch? Would Brian James not even bother, lose and claimed that he forfeited the match since it holds no personal gain? Would Brian James cheat his way to victory and reveal to the world that he is unable to actually win a match fair and square? Or would Brian James rely on Chance Rugani being an idiot and push me off the top rope when I had the match won? I don’t fully know any of the answers but here is something for you Brian…I AM going to win this match. I AM going attack anyone who dare tries to interfere, no matter whose side they are on. And I AM going to use you to send a message to Flame. What would that message be you may ask? I could say this message but for this Monday…action shall be what I speak with, not words. I’m The Broken Saint, Break Me! I Don’t Care.
Halfway through my words I decided to get off the bed and approach the camcorder. With each word spoken I got more and more closer…then, when I began to speak my trademark promo ender, I held the camcorder up to look at my face-to-lens. After saying the words “I don’t care” pressed stop and switched off the camcorder before signing lightly.
Sapphire: Finished your promo Jericho?
I spun around in shock to those words and saw that sitting on the bed, completely naked, is my ring announcer. I was about to ask her a question but she spoke out her answer before I could even lip the first word.
Sapphire: You woke me up during the promo, but I pretended to remain asleep so I won’t get into your way.
TBS: You’re never in my way.
I spoke softly, came over to Yashira and hugged her firmly yet comfortably before we shared a tender kiss. Afterwards I headed off to the bathroom, to have a shower, while my Asian cutie began to get dressed.
My return was quite a mixed event of mixed feelings. The crowd were excited to have me back after being burned alive just over a month ago. The was able to get Flame into my trap by pretending that I was more injured than what I really am, even though I was legitimately at eighty percent at most. And I had my return match, against the Universal Champion Vantage, won on my own…so where what would the negativity be? The keyword would be “had” for I was moments away from going for my finisher, the Naked Truth, until Alistar Bane ran out and pushed me off the top rope, giving me the win by disqualification. Moments before Animosity went off the air Bane proclaimed that he did it to ensure Vantage’s defeat…but why attack me when I already had the match won? He could have attacked me if I missed the Naked Truth or when Vantage nailed his “Vantage Clutch” or whatever he calls it…but instead he attacked me before I could even try my big move, making my return from a life threatening injury nothing more than a sentence in the Alister Bane versus Vantage feud…not even Vince Russo would have booked such a crappy ending to the first main event after Crossroads. But what is the point in voicing my disapproval? All it does is make them huddle like a bunch of penguins and throw their dummies at me until I move on…after all, all I am is the shadow of WEW. I am there but unnoticed, not acknowledged and ignored as I watch the good, bad and ugly happen…and while I have a pair of eyes like they do, a brain like they do and a soul like they do…I have to hold my thoughts to myself for they’ll never listen. For now I should focus on my next opponent Brian James, the plonker that belittles me as an “one-shot wonder,” how can I be an “one-shot wonder” if I never got that “one-shot?” But anyway, I guess I should shoot a promo on him soon.
Scene One: Your “Pinnacle” Has Peaked
Time: 7:44 AM 3rd Friday August 2012
Here I am laying on a double bed in my home of Los Angeles, blankly staring at the ceiling. Part of me wants to focus on what I’ve got to do on the upcoming Animosity, beat the “Pinnacle of Stupidity” Brian James, while another part of me wants me to voice my frustration towards those who decided that my return was nothing more than a footnote in somebody else’s career, even though I am now three and one against Vantage and he has yet to actually pin me or make me submit. But overall all I can think of…is what the little girl told me. I can’t fully remember the line but I can paraphrase it to “search my past to find the clues to who the hooded girl is, if I get it wrong I’ll die of a heart attack.” But where should I search first?
Before I could think of another question my left arm yet something grabbing it so I looked over and smiled lightly as next to me was Yashira Maran, my beautiful ring announcer and bearer of my unborn child, holding onto my arm. She looked so cute and innocent as she slept so I gently kissed her on her forehead before carefully pulling my arm away, putting her eye patched teddy bear in my arm’s place. I was naked so the first thing I did was dress myself in the first set of clothing I could find. Afterwards I slowly made my into the kitchen and pulled a rectangular pouch out of the fridge. I opened the pouch, revealing a needle with some kind of cloudy liquid inside it, and pull the needle out. I turned the dial up to fifty, bared my belly and stabbed myself a couple of centimetres under my navel before pushing the dial down to zero, injecting fifty units of this liquid into my body. When I was done I just pulled the needle out, placed it back into its pouch and closed the pouch before putting it back into the fridge.
I then grabbed a couple of slices of bread and put them into the toaster before waiting for them to get toasted. The moment they shot out the toaster I devoured both slices in two minutes at most before beginning to make my way back to the bedroom. When I entered I saw my cute girlfriend continuing to sleep peacefully and softly grinning at this, indulging myself in how adorable Yashira can be, before deciding to set the camcorder up on top of the drawers at the order side of the room. I pushed the record button and made my way back to the bed and sat on the edge of it before beginning my match promo.
TBS: Pinnacles, mountaintops, highpoints…everyone has their peak but never before have I seen someone so full of himself that he proclaims himself as “The Pinnacle” until I laid eyes on my upcoming opponent, Brian James. Last time we fought was at that fatal four way match for a shot at the TV Title, neither of us won but his performance was nothing more than nadir…yet, at the next pay per view “Crossroads,” he then gets a shot at the WEW Championship for having a daft twitter petition? It actually tells me a lot about you Brian, seriously…it tells me that you suck so much in the ring that instead of actually having a number one contendership match, like a REAL challenger should, you instead buggered off to twitter and begged people to sign a worthless petition so you can claim that people actually want you to have a Title match. Then what did you do when you got your World Title match? You fucked up and lost, like nearly everyone across the world predicted, yeah…Chance Rugani was battered at the end of the match and it took a fifty foot splash to beat you, but the fact remains that YOU LOST!
I must admit that I did raise my voice a considerable amount at my last two words for it caused Sapphire to squirm lightly in the bed, almost as if she was waking up, so I simply laid my right hand down on her hip and rubbed lightly. If she woke I would have cuddled my beautiful girl while continuing the promo but instead she simply got comfy and continued to peacefully sleep. So I sighed lightly before looking back at the camcorder and continued to speak.
TBS: And now, from what I hear, you got an automatic rematch at the next pay per view…and here I thought only the former Champion has the right to a rematch without any question. Don’t worry Brian I’m not complaining about the fact I never got a shot earlier in the year, in fact, I am better off now than I was back then. But I am going to give you a warning so listen up for I ain’t going to say this twice…you need to win this match no matter what. You’re the big guy in this match, the odds on favourite and the hypothetical threat to Chance Rugani’s WEW Championship reign…while I’m still some boy from England that has just finally got back to a hundred percent from the moment that Flame set me alight. You’re “The Pinnacle” while I seem to be the “Card-Filler” and you’re guy who serious hurt Chance Rugani while I’m the kid who only just woke up three days before Crossroads. You’re the favourite, you should win…but you’re not going to beat me, you’re not going to win the WEW Champion and you’re never going to be the uberheel of this company…the reason is actually quite simple.
My hand slowly moved away from the female’s hip as I was speaking out my words to the camera lens. I must admit that I did chuckle lightly once the word “simple” left my lips, remembering Alexander’s trademark catchphrase from every Compare The Market advert. I managed to stop my light chuckling though to get closer to the end of my promo.
TBS: The reason is the name and the name is the reason, “The Pinnacle.” The pinnacle is basically the very top of the mountain, the highest point and basically the best. But one thing you haven’t realise is that, once you’re at the very top of the mountain there is only one place to go…down. Your “Pinnacle” has peaked Brian and it was nowhere near enough to defeat Chance Rugani at Crossroads, so now you’re on a downhill roll until you face some kind of rejuvenation…and until you do, Brian James, all you’ll be is the chump who lost to Chance again and again who is going to lose to me in four nights time. Yes, Brian, you have pinned Chance a couple of months ago but you know what? Today isn’t a couple of months ago, today is the start of the rest of you life, so you need to move on from that or else you’re going to end up becoming a curtain jerker like Kevin Kilbourne is on tonight’s Adrenaline. So, has I was implying a few mere moments ago, you have peaked Brian while I have yet to achieve whatever my potential may or may not be.
I spoke my words with a slight bit of enthusiasm, as if there is more purpose to this promo than basically belittling my opponent. Maybe my opponent being Brian James could be the reason for this? Since I swear nearly every promo he did, on his build up to the match against Rugani, was basically saying that he is serious competition while I am nothing else but a joke of a main eventer. Maybe that could be the reason, I’m not fully sure but I think I end this promo soon for I don’t want to wake my beautiful girl up.
TBS: I am on the rise and you are on the fall, Brian, yet the odds are heavily stacked in your favourite James. So what would THE Brian James do in THE match against THE Broken Saint on THE road to THE WEW Title shot against THE WEW Champion Chance Rugani? Would Brian James hard at his very best, lose and have to build his momentum up all over again from scratch? Would Brian James not even bother, lose and claimed that he forfeited the match since it holds no personal gain? Would Brian James cheat his way to victory and reveal to the world that he is unable to actually win a match fair and square? Or would Brian James rely on Chance Rugani being an idiot and push me off the top rope when I had the match won? I don’t fully know any of the answers but here is something for you Brian…I AM going to win this match. I AM going attack anyone who dare tries to interfere, no matter whose side they are on. And I AM going to use you to send a message to Flame. What would that message be you may ask? I could say this message but for this Monday…action shall be what I speak with, not words. I’m The Broken Saint, Break Me! I Don’t Care.
Halfway through my words I decided to get off the bed and approach the camcorder. With each word spoken I got more and more closer…then, when I began to speak my trademark promo ender, I held the camcorder up to look at my face-to-lens. After saying the words “I don’t care” pressed stop and switched off the camcorder before signing lightly.
Sapphire: Finished your promo Jericho?
I spun around in shock to those words and saw that sitting on the bed, completely naked, is my ring announcer. I was about to ask her a question but she spoke out her answer before I could even lip the first word.
Sapphire: You woke me up during the promo, but I pretended to remain asleep so I won’t get into your way.
TBS: You’re never in my way.
I spoke softly, came over to Yashira and hugged her firmly yet comfortably before we shared a tender kiss. Afterwards I headed off to the bathroom, to have a shower, while my Asian cutie began to get dressed.