Post by MasterEvil on Jul 20, 2014 13:13:14 GMT
TBS: Heh…battle of the English, I guess that is a smart choice.
I uttered lightly as the camera began to record me. Where am I? Well near where I am standing is the London Eye…it’s quite funny actually, the last time I’ve wrestled in my homeland of England was at Legacy of two years ago and now I’m finally back but this time with the goal of defeating my fellow Englishman Craig Anderson. With a light sigh I continued to speak.
TBS: Since this upcoming Adrenaline is going to take place in London I guess it is completely logical to have two Englishman fight each other so everyone in attendance are going to have their own dream match. For this match will be I, the underrated Broken Saint, versus Craig Anderson…the only English-born WEW Champion I can think of. Should I say congratulations on being a one time WEW Champion? Should I congratulate him on representing Adrenaline at Battlefield? Should I even say something as corny as ‘welcome to the light side?’ No…no…and no. I ain’t going to do any of those things, why is that? Because Craig was lucky to get that shot, let alone the Title, in the first place. I mean come on, he defeated a second-rate Champion for it and then lost it straight back to him without much of a fight. Then, a few weeks ago, I was announced to be the Brit who represents Adrenaline…only to have the bookers rob me of my spot and hand it, on a sliver platter, to Anderson only to watch him squander an opportunity that should have been MINE.
I paced from the left to the right, back to left and back to the right - as if I’m a caged animal - as I slowly spoke out my words in a dark tone and manner. For some reason I don’t know I feel the complete urge to shout out the word ‘mine’ and I even started chuckling a bit maniacally before continuing on with my promo.
TBS: Yet I don’t feel anger, aggression or frustration…for My Lady Messiah has told me, through a melody, that for me to come to my greatness I’ll be screwed over by people that WISH they were as good as me and that was what simply happened. If anything, it almost brought a smile upon my LIPS to see you FALL from grace for now you get to feel how I felt before being saved by My lady Messiah. Last Adrenaline I’ve given her the broken bones of a broken soul and on this upcoming Adrenaline I seek to give her more as I TAKE you, and BREAK you. Take everything you were and could be, grind it to DUST and use it to grit the snow off the path to my greatness for it is only WHEN I’ve become the Millennium Star that My Lady Messiah will finally allow me the PRIVILEGE of seeing her face, that have brought envy from angels and Aphrodite HERSELF.
But before I can get that far I need you Craig. I know that everyone will express this match to be the battle of two proud lions in the land of three lions but what you need to REALISE is that NOTHING is what it seems. Love and friends might be important to you not Anderson but on this upcoming Adrenaline I’m going to give you VISUAL PRESENTATION of what My Lady Messiah taught me. Love is good but the fire…it our friend too. A snake is the same colour as the flowers to pick and breath. Once truly broken it cannot be FIXED. I’m gonna hurt you…I’m going to hurt you Craig. I’m going to sink my fangs into your neck and rip the THROAT out from your mane as I’LL be the last lion BREATHING. My Lady Messiah teaches me…My Lady Messiah comforts me in the dark…My Lady Messiah guides me with her whispers in the wind as these winds will come and blow you DOWN Craig.
Am I jealous of you Craig, mister former WEW Champion and Adrenaline representative? Does a pigeon envy a seagull? Does a rat feel negativity towards a mouse? And does milk hate bread? Hehehehehe…you are all the same Craig: you don’t understand me because you DON’T want to understand me. But it is okay Craig…it is okay…for once Adrenaline is over, you won’t need to understand me. INSTEAD you’ll bedridden, feed by Jessica as you WATCH ME SHINE! Talking about dear Jessica, I ask of you…I IMPLORE you…I DEMAND you…I BEG you…I THREATEN you…I DARE you…I PLEAD you………have her watch Craig. Have her curl up into a ball on the sofa as she HELPLESSLY watches your complete demise in front of the people who cheer for us more than ANYBODY else.
My shouts were becoming more frequent, my voice was becoming more darker…yet for some reason I feel so relived as I said my words before clutching the camera recording me and holding it close to my face.
TBS: …Craig Anderson…this upcoming Friday…I’m coming…
Once again spoke in a cold, heartless, manner and once I finished my final few words I simply dropped the recording device, letting the expensive piece of equipment break as it smashes against the floor.