Post by MasterEvil on Jul 20, 2014 13:14:55 GMT
S I X - D A Y S - R E M A I N I N G
A small lamp as been turned on as it illuminates the inside of this tent. Why is this recording being shot in a tent? The only one with an answer is the Scotsman who has just turned on the lamp…Saint Jericho. Even with the brightness of the light it was obvious, by how dark the tent sides look, that it was between one and half-two in the morning yet this didn’t seem to faze the male much as he is wearing an Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt with a black pair of shorts.
★ Saint Jericho ★
“Isn’t it funny? Isn’t it funny that I managed to scored a clean pinfall victory over the returning, and most likely going after Legacy, Rhiannon - who happen to be a two time World Champion - and the new head honcho has awarded me with a spot in this grand Championship Scramble to becoming both the Universal and Titan Champion? And isn’t it even more amusing that my one match to prepare myself for such an event is against one Michael Hardy, a guy who have yet to achieve anything in the time he has been in this - supposedly - illustrious company? Man it is so funny…so funny in fact…that I’ve forgotten to laugh.”
Even though speaking about what he claims is ‘funny’ there was no chuckle, no grin and no positive body language. Instead the male simply looked blank in the face, motionless with his body and ice cold with the tone of his very voice.
★ Saint Jericho ★
“Then again…your career has always been considered a joke, hasn’t it Michael? Hell that statement might be the only logical thing that ever goes through Luke Bane’s mind…but, just like his partner, he’ll never be relevant to me…so let’s get back to you Michael. Even though I haven’t been consistent with my appearances I have taken notice of a few little things…like your mini-feud with one Tom Sykes for example. Honestly speaking though I doubt it’s much of a feud since all that is going to happen is that you’ll lose to Tom, like you’ve lost a convincing amount of your matches in the past, and then you’ll drop into obscurity. Oh wait a second…how foolish of me to forget…you’re already in that category of wrestlers. Heck, kicking your ass around the building this Friday, at Super Adrenaline, will simply be a waste of both my time and effort…so maybe, if I feel kind enough, I’ll just shorten your suffering to under three minutes before putting the barrel to the back of your head and pulling the trigger.”
Throughout his words the man from Gretna remained still in his sitting position, never once leaning back or slumping his shoulders forwards. Once he said his words the male glanced over his shoulder towards a somewhat empty part of the tent, possibly remembering a certain somebody when he was in this tent two years ago, before looking back towards the camera with the same blank stare that greeted the camera when this recording started.
★ Saint Jercho ★
“You feel offended Michael Hardy? Never meet your role models laddie, for - like I’m going to this Friday - they will crush your dreams.”
A rather dry sounding chuckled escaped his lips, moments after saying his words, before the male finally reveals a little grin to the camera.
★ Saint Jericho ★
“I am a very intelligent man so don’t play dumb with me Michael! It has been pitifully obvious, especially from the day that I reluctantly accepted you to be my tag partner for that one match a while ago, that you not only hold the deepest of respects for me but you also idolise me. I will admit that I do understand the latter since I’m the closest thing to a god dammit but, from what some of the rumours I’ve heard, you’ve been lusting for the chance to have a match against me. Well then Christmas must have come way early for you Michael since you’ll finally have your chance to face the man of your dreams…however, on Adrenaline, I’m going to teach you a new meaning to the term ‘be careful what you wish for,’ lad. For not only will I defeat you but I’ll also use you to send a message to the four unfortunate souls that’ll be lost in my path of glory. So I’m going to disfigure you Michael…I’m going to make you limp out of the arena, I’m going to make you lose a few nails and - once I’m done with your mutilation - your nose is no longer going to be here. It is instead going to be over here-”
As if to visualise his final sentence the Scottish superstar placed the index finger of his right hand on his nose and trailed it across his face, all the way to his right earlobe.
★ Saint Jericho ★
“-by your ear. Take note that I didn’t speak with plural, for - just for the sake of it - I’m probably going to try using the ring ropes to rip one of your ears clean off. Oh don’t take this mutilation too personally Michael, it is just that every-single-time I look at your face it reminds me of two people. The first of which is someone you somewhat assembles too well…Sean Williams, the guy that I not only drew with on an episode of Animosity a few years ago, in what is - by far - one of the lowest points of my career, but also the berk I defeated in a triple threat match to become Universal Champion. The second person? This person is someone so obsessed with being me that not only did he set me on fire and try to replace me on the roster a couple of years ago, but - during my rehabilitation from my documented heart attack - he also tried to be like me from retiring out of fear that I would come back and make his life a living hell.”
Moments after finishing his last few words Saint Jericho coughed lightly, as if stopping himself from drifting away from this promo, before blankly glancing off to the distance.
★ Saint Jericho ★
“Eh, but that is history. People can whatever they want but it won’t change that what happened has happened. So instead of letting them chain me down, I’m going to move onwards toward my future as Universal and Titan Champion…with the last little hurdle before my glorious victory being simply you, Michael Hardy. To tell you the truth, laddie, I’ve never liked you…never did and never will. If anything, the time we’ve teamed up and you failed to have my back probably validated my negative feelings towards you. So at this upcoming Super Adrenaline, the very last show before Legacy, I’m going to unleash these feelings of hate upon you, Michael, and, no matter what you do, I’m going to walk out of the ring with the victory…while you won’t be able to leave on your own two feet. Until then pray to god that he’ll have mercy on your soul…for I won’t give you any.”
While saying the first few sentences Jericho’s eyes remained looking away yet, at the very moment he admitted to never liking his opponent in the first place, the Scotsman’s eyes slowly drifted back to the promo as his eyes finally fixate themselves upon the recording device as he made his declaration of victory. It might also be worth noting that his voice possess some kind of emotion as it sound both menacing and angry as the final six words depart from his lips. Once he finished his words the Scottish superstar reached his hand out and turned off the lamp, ending this promo in complete blackness in the process.
A small lamp as been turned on as it illuminates the inside of this tent. Why is this recording being shot in a tent? The only one with an answer is the Scotsman who has just turned on the lamp…Saint Jericho. Even with the brightness of the light it was obvious, by how dark the tent sides look, that it was between one and half-two in the morning yet this didn’t seem to faze the male much as he is wearing an Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt with a black pair of shorts.
★ Saint Jericho ★
“Isn’t it funny? Isn’t it funny that I managed to scored a clean pinfall victory over the returning, and most likely going after Legacy, Rhiannon - who happen to be a two time World Champion - and the new head honcho has awarded me with a spot in this grand Championship Scramble to becoming both the Universal and Titan Champion? And isn’t it even more amusing that my one match to prepare myself for such an event is against one Michael Hardy, a guy who have yet to achieve anything in the time he has been in this - supposedly - illustrious company? Man it is so funny…so funny in fact…that I’ve forgotten to laugh.”
Even though speaking about what he claims is ‘funny’ there was no chuckle, no grin and no positive body language. Instead the male simply looked blank in the face, motionless with his body and ice cold with the tone of his very voice.
★ Saint Jericho ★
“Then again…your career has always been considered a joke, hasn’t it Michael? Hell that statement might be the only logical thing that ever goes through Luke Bane’s mind…but, just like his partner, he’ll never be relevant to me…so let’s get back to you Michael. Even though I haven’t been consistent with my appearances I have taken notice of a few little things…like your mini-feud with one Tom Sykes for example. Honestly speaking though I doubt it’s much of a feud since all that is going to happen is that you’ll lose to Tom, like you’ve lost a convincing amount of your matches in the past, and then you’ll drop into obscurity. Oh wait a second…how foolish of me to forget…you’re already in that category of wrestlers. Heck, kicking your ass around the building this Friday, at Super Adrenaline, will simply be a waste of both my time and effort…so maybe, if I feel kind enough, I’ll just shorten your suffering to under three minutes before putting the barrel to the back of your head and pulling the trigger.”
Throughout his words the man from Gretna remained still in his sitting position, never once leaning back or slumping his shoulders forwards. Once he said his words the male glanced over his shoulder towards a somewhat empty part of the tent, possibly remembering a certain somebody when he was in this tent two years ago, before looking back towards the camera with the same blank stare that greeted the camera when this recording started.
★ Saint Jercho ★
“You feel offended Michael Hardy? Never meet your role models laddie, for - like I’m going to this Friday - they will crush your dreams.”
A rather dry sounding chuckled escaped his lips, moments after saying his words, before the male finally reveals a little grin to the camera.
★ Saint Jericho ★
“I am a very intelligent man so don’t play dumb with me Michael! It has been pitifully obvious, especially from the day that I reluctantly accepted you to be my tag partner for that one match a while ago, that you not only hold the deepest of respects for me but you also idolise me. I will admit that I do understand the latter since I’m the closest thing to a god dammit but, from what some of the rumours I’ve heard, you’ve been lusting for the chance to have a match against me. Well then Christmas must have come way early for you Michael since you’ll finally have your chance to face the man of your dreams…however, on Adrenaline, I’m going to teach you a new meaning to the term ‘be careful what you wish for,’ lad. For not only will I defeat you but I’ll also use you to send a message to the four unfortunate souls that’ll be lost in my path of glory. So I’m going to disfigure you Michael…I’m going to make you limp out of the arena, I’m going to make you lose a few nails and - once I’m done with your mutilation - your nose is no longer going to be here. It is instead going to be over here-”
As if to visualise his final sentence the Scottish superstar placed the index finger of his right hand on his nose and trailed it across his face, all the way to his right earlobe.
★ Saint Jericho ★
“-by your ear. Take note that I didn’t speak with plural, for - just for the sake of it - I’m probably going to try using the ring ropes to rip one of your ears clean off. Oh don’t take this mutilation too personally Michael, it is just that every-single-time I look at your face it reminds me of two people. The first of which is someone you somewhat assembles too well…Sean Williams, the guy that I not only drew with on an episode of Animosity a few years ago, in what is - by far - one of the lowest points of my career, but also the berk I defeated in a triple threat match to become Universal Champion. The second person? This person is someone so obsessed with being me that not only did he set me on fire and try to replace me on the roster a couple of years ago, but - during my rehabilitation from my documented heart attack - he also tried to be like me from retiring out of fear that I would come back and make his life a living hell.”
Moments after finishing his last few words Saint Jericho coughed lightly, as if stopping himself from drifting away from this promo, before blankly glancing off to the distance.
★ Saint Jericho ★
“Eh, but that is history. People can whatever they want but it won’t change that what happened has happened. So instead of letting them chain me down, I’m going to move onwards toward my future as Universal and Titan Champion…with the last little hurdle before my glorious victory being simply you, Michael Hardy. To tell you the truth, laddie, I’ve never liked you…never did and never will. If anything, the time we’ve teamed up and you failed to have my back probably validated my negative feelings towards you. So at this upcoming Super Adrenaline, the very last show before Legacy, I’m going to unleash these feelings of hate upon you, Michael, and, no matter what you do, I’m going to walk out of the ring with the victory…while you won’t be able to leave on your own two feet. Until then pray to god that he’ll have mercy on your soul…for I won’t give you any.”
While saying the first few sentences Jericho’s eyes remained looking away yet, at the very moment he admitted to never liking his opponent in the first place, the Scotsman’s eyes slowly drifted back to the promo as his eyes finally fixate themselves upon the recording device as he made his declaration of victory. It might also be worth noting that his voice possess some kind of emotion as it sound both menacing and angry as the final six words depart from his lips. Once he finished his words the Scottish superstar reached his hand out and turned off the lamp, ending this promo in complete blackness in the process.