Post by The Dunne Deal on Apr 4, 2020 6:06:54 GMT -5
The digital clock on the desk reads 5:30 and despite it being so early or late depending on one's view of time. It is here, in this office, behind this desk. With his head in his hands, we find Johnny Sniper. For a minute or two, he sits there, not even acknowledging the existence of the camera. He sighs before opening his mouth to speak.
Sniper: "Hello everyone Jonathan Staley here. No, not Johnny Sniper the wrestler. Jonathan Staley the man. Jonathan Staley the American Hero. Jonathan Staley, a young man who at the age of 18 decided to give his own blood sweat and tears to his country to defend your right to horde toilet paper because you spent 5 minutes reading some bullshit article on Facebook. Jonathan Staley the only person in the entire Rumble not running his mouth about he's going to win and become X*Crown champion. Bot because he doesn't think he will win, but because he knows he will win."
Sniper gets up from the desk and turns around his back to the camera, as he stares at his Military Issued Barrett M82 sitting in the glass case behind him.
Sniper: "I wanted to take a little bit of your time to talk to you without the glitz and glamour of this business. There is going to be no greater feeling, then the feeling that I'm going to get when I finally walk down to that ring for The Rumble. I'm nervous, I'm exciting you might say I'm "Nerve-cited". My heart is in my throat, and my head is pounding form the mount of self-centered moronic behavior, that begun to run rampant not only in AWF, but the entire XHF network as a whole. I can no longer sit in the shadows and vegetate waiting for an opportunity to come to me, So I must go to it."
He heads to the desk and pull out a small key from one of the drawers. And turns back to case, We can hear the click of a lock opening and the glass top in slowly lifted.
Sniper: "It's been a long time and to tell you the truth. I've missed this, I've missed this with a passion that I had forgotten I had. I haven't been this excited, since the first time I made land in Iraq after graduating boot camp. I was young. I was hungry. I was stupid and I wanted nothing more than to kill. I knew what my mission was and I completed it and every single mission I was ever given while in the core to the utmost ability. It's the way I've always been, the way I thought. There is no failure for me for, no that is never an option."
Sniper pulls out a Beretta M9 from the case and looks it over. Light shines over gleam of the obviously well maintained weapon.
Sniper: "Now the average person sitting at home might look at me and say but haven't you failed. And to there credit they would be correct. Every single time I've been knocked down. I picked myself back up. You see for me to truly fail means that I lay there and do nothing. And it seems that's what everyone was expecting. They were expecting me to just quit, to just give up and walk away. But I can't not after what I saw."
Sniper undoes the safety latch on the gun an pulls the chamber back.
Sniper: "See you at home watching the show. You in the audience. The boys in the back. They saw a man by the name of Eric Dane, leave me lifeless in that ring. They saw paramedics put a brace around my neck, and load me up on a backboard. And then load me into the back of an ambulance. They saw my best friend Wellington Dunne give Eric Dane a stare that would kill a normal man. But again, you didn't see what I saw and I'm not talking about the arena lights. No, what I saw is what no man ever wants to see. The look of pure fear in the eyes of a loved one who has no idea what the future entails. I saw that look in her face, and despite what she tells me I know that thought that idea ran through her head. What am I going to do if this is it? If he can no longer walk what am I going to do? I owe that woman so much, and I can never truly pay her back. But, I never want to see that look on your face again. I made a promise to myself that I would never allow that look of fear and worry to ever grace her face again. And so that's why I came back. That's why I'm in the Rumble. Because the entire time I went to all that intense physical training just to get back on my feet, just to be able to walk again. Because I knew was far from finished, that my career was far from over. I'm not done, yet, not by a long shot. There is still so much I left to do, before I hang my boots permanently. I don't care if I'm the first person in the Rumble or if I'm the last person standing. i'm making my stand, and leaving my mark. It's time for a the X*Crown to finally be carried by someone with some actual pride. No more old guard trying so desperately to keep ahold of the only thing keeping them relevant. No more monsters with no grasp of the English language. No more Mavericks who are no more than a Pepsi and a piss in the title storied history,. And, no more Old Eastern European fucks. It's my time, and I'm sick of waiting for an opportunity to come my way. So I'm making my own, all I have to do his pull the trigger."
Sniper points the gun at the camera, and does just that.
Sniper: "Hello everyone Jonathan Staley here. No, not Johnny Sniper the wrestler. Jonathan Staley the man. Jonathan Staley the American Hero. Jonathan Staley, a young man who at the age of 18 decided to give his own blood sweat and tears to his country to defend your right to horde toilet paper because you spent 5 minutes reading some bullshit article on Facebook. Jonathan Staley the only person in the entire Rumble not running his mouth about he's going to win and become X*Crown champion. Bot because he doesn't think he will win, but because he knows he will win."
Sniper gets up from the desk and turns around his back to the camera, as he stares at his Military Issued Barrett M82 sitting in the glass case behind him.
Sniper: "I wanted to take a little bit of your time to talk to you without the glitz and glamour of this business. There is going to be no greater feeling, then the feeling that I'm going to get when I finally walk down to that ring for The Rumble. I'm nervous, I'm exciting you might say I'm "Nerve-cited". My heart is in my throat, and my head is pounding form the mount of self-centered moronic behavior, that begun to run rampant not only in AWF, but the entire XHF network as a whole. I can no longer sit in the shadows and vegetate waiting for an opportunity to come to me, So I must go to it."
He heads to the desk and pull out a small key from one of the drawers. And turns back to case, We can hear the click of a lock opening and the glass top in slowly lifted.
Sniper: "It's been a long time and to tell you the truth. I've missed this, I've missed this with a passion that I had forgotten I had. I haven't been this excited, since the first time I made land in Iraq after graduating boot camp. I was young. I was hungry. I was stupid and I wanted nothing more than to kill. I knew what my mission was and I completed it and every single mission I was ever given while in the core to the utmost ability. It's the way I've always been, the way I thought. There is no failure for me for, no that is never an option."
Sniper pulls out a Beretta M9 from the case and looks it over. Light shines over gleam of the obviously well maintained weapon.
Sniper: "Now the average person sitting at home might look at me and say but haven't you failed. And to there credit they would be correct. Every single time I've been knocked down. I picked myself back up. You see for me to truly fail means that I lay there and do nothing. And it seems that's what everyone was expecting. They were expecting me to just quit, to just give up and walk away. But I can't not after what I saw."
Sniper undoes the safety latch on the gun an pulls the chamber back.
Sniper: "See you at home watching the show. You in the audience. The boys in the back. They saw a man by the name of Eric Dane, leave me lifeless in that ring. They saw paramedics put a brace around my neck, and load me up on a backboard. And then load me into the back of an ambulance. They saw my best friend Wellington Dunne give Eric Dane a stare that would kill a normal man. But again, you didn't see what I saw and I'm not talking about the arena lights. No, what I saw is what no man ever wants to see. The look of pure fear in the eyes of a loved one who has no idea what the future entails. I saw that look in her face, and despite what she tells me I know that thought that idea ran through her head. What am I going to do if this is it? If he can no longer walk what am I going to do? I owe that woman so much, and I can never truly pay her back. But, I never want to see that look on your face again. I made a promise to myself that I would never allow that look of fear and worry to ever grace her face again. And so that's why I came back. That's why I'm in the Rumble. Because the entire time I went to all that intense physical training just to get back on my feet, just to be able to walk again. Because I knew was far from finished, that my career was far from over. I'm not done, yet, not by a long shot. There is still so much I left to do, before I hang my boots permanently. I don't care if I'm the first person in the Rumble or if I'm the last person standing. i'm making my stand, and leaving my mark. It's time for a the X*Crown to finally be carried by someone with some actual pride. No more old guard trying so desperately to keep ahold of the only thing keeping them relevant. No more monsters with no grasp of the English language. No more Mavericks who are no more than a Pepsi and a piss in the title storied history,. And, no more Old Eastern European fucks. It's my time, and I'm sick of waiting for an opportunity to come my way. So I'm making my own, all I have to do his pull the trigger."
Sniper points the gun at the camera, and does just that.
