Post by Venom 🕷 on Mar 7, 2022 14:34:39 GMT -5
We open up on the throne of X*Crown Champion El Rey. It’s empty, but looks freshly cleaned. The gold trim shines in the light of the room and the red velvet of the seat and seat back are as bright and clean as the day it was made. Off camera we hear a noise. It’s a bit of an annoyed snarl. We pan out and a few feet away just out of the original frame sits El Rey. His back is against the wall with his Crown laying between his outstretched legs in front of him. The young man is clearly angry by the look on his face and the snarls we hear from him. He locks eyes with the camera, and for a moment, silence.
El Rey: When I brought this Crown home to Guns you said we were going to have fun. You looked me in the eye and said people would respect you now. You shook my hand and thanked me. You told me my contributions to Guns would live on for a lifetime. You told me I would surpass my father. Well, Magnus, I’m not sure what your definition of fun is, but this is not what I expected. Lord Dominicus, Dylan Black, and now Spike mf’n Kane are not Ken in the Box, Wombat, and the Velez cousins. When you said my contributions would live on for a lifetime I expected something else. I thought people would forever remember the mockery we made of this Crown, that they’d respect my conviction to not giving a shit about who wants a shot. When you said I would surpass my father I thought it was going to be because of how long we hid the Crown from the world.
El Rey shakes his head and let’s out a growl.
El Rey: It’s okay Magnus, I understand now. I understand your meaning of fun. Your meaning of fun is punishment for me and more ratings and ticket sales for you. Your idea of respect and contributions were literal. Your thought of me surpassing my father wasn’t in a cheap length, but in the amount of top tier talent I’d take on. I get it now. You don’t care about me, you just care about lining your pockets. It all makes sense now. It’s fine, use me how you want Magnus. I’ll line your pockets. I’ll continue to retain. I’ll be your poster boy. Once the Rumble comes, though, kiss this baby goodbye because I’m done being your puppet.
He takes a long pause. He takes his eyes from the camera and locks on with his Crown that lays between his legs.
El Rey: I know why you did it Spike. I know why you showed up. It wasn’t because you were backing up your fellow pillar of violence. It wasn’t because you have some grudge against me and my family. It was because you got a taste of this and you want it back. I don’t blame you. You held this Crown for three times as long as I have and I already can see how addicting it can be. You want it back, and that loser Misha went and lost it so fast you couldn’t possibly get a rematch. You need a hit, a taste, of this.
He reaches down and rubs the gold on the crown before looking back into the camera.
El Rey: That’s all your going to get, though, a hit, a taste. You see Spike, Magnus may be trying to punish me with the craziest opponents he can line up so he can line his pockets, but he knows where his bread is buttered. He knows if I lose to you this Crown heads to NLW and while he might get you to come back and defend once due to the dates still owed on your contract, he won’t be able to force in this special shows. That’s why when we face “The God of Xtreme” won’t matter because you’re going to have to beat me in the ring, clean. No weapons. No pins anywhere. You’re going to have to beat me in a regular ass match. I’m sure you’re capable, but you’ve already seen what I’m capable of, and what I’ll do to keep this Crown. I’ve got the campions advantage and you’ve got a one way ticket back to the place I ditched when I’m done with you.
The young champion smirks at the mention of his old company, but the smirk quickly fades.
El Rey: So please Spike, bring your best. Fill Magnus’ need for gimmick shows. Be that filthy Irishman getting a shot on the most Irish holiday of them all. I’ll be ready for you, because while you may be a pillar of violence, a God of Xtreme, when you face me all of that will be neutered and just like the old dog that you are, I’ll put you down.
We fade as a smirk slowly appears on the Champs face.
El Rey: When I brought this Crown home to Guns you said we were going to have fun. You looked me in the eye and said people would respect you now. You shook my hand and thanked me. You told me my contributions to Guns would live on for a lifetime. You told me I would surpass my father. Well, Magnus, I’m not sure what your definition of fun is, but this is not what I expected. Lord Dominicus, Dylan Black, and now Spike mf’n Kane are not Ken in the Box, Wombat, and the Velez cousins. When you said my contributions would live on for a lifetime I expected something else. I thought people would forever remember the mockery we made of this Crown, that they’d respect my conviction to not giving a shit about who wants a shot. When you said I would surpass my father I thought it was going to be because of how long we hid the Crown from the world.
El Rey shakes his head and let’s out a growl.
El Rey: It’s okay Magnus, I understand now. I understand your meaning of fun. Your meaning of fun is punishment for me and more ratings and ticket sales for you. Your idea of respect and contributions were literal. Your thought of me surpassing my father wasn’t in a cheap length, but in the amount of top tier talent I’d take on. I get it now. You don’t care about me, you just care about lining your pockets. It all makes sense now. It’s fine, use me how you want Magnus. I’ll line your pockets. I’ll continue to retain. I’ll be your poster boy. Once the Rumble comes, though, kiss this baby goodbye because I’m done being your puppet.
He takes a long pause. He takes his eyes from the camera and locks on with his Crown that lays between his legs.
El Rey: I know why you did it Spike. I know why you showed up. It wasn’t because you were backing up your fellow pillar of violence. It wasn’t because you have some grudge against me and my family. It was because you got a taste of this and you want it back. I don’t blame you. You held this Crown for three times as long as I have and I already can see how addicting it can be. You want it back, and that loser Misha went and lost it so fast you couldn’t possibly get a rematch. You need a hit, a taste, of this.
He reaches down and rubs the gold on the crown before looking back into the camera.
El Rey: That’s all your going to get, though, a hit, a taste. You see Spike, Magnus may be trying to punish me with the craziest opponents he can line up so he can line his pockets, but he knows where his bread is buttered. He knows if I lose to you this Crown heads to NLW and while he might get you to come back and defend once due to the dates still owed on your contract, he won’t be able to force in this special shows. That’s why when we face “The God of Xtreme” won’t matter because you’re going to have to beat me in the ring, clean. No weapons. No pins anywhere. You’re going to have to beat me in a regular ass match. I’m sure you’re capable, but you’ve already seen what I’m capable of, and what I’ll do to keep this Crown. I’ve got the campions advantage and you’ve got a one way ticket back to the place I ditched when I’m done with you.
The young champion smirks at the mention of his old company, but the smirk quickly fades.
El Rey: So please Spike, bring your best. Fill Magnus’ need for gimmick shows. Be that filthy Irishman getting a shot on the most Irish holiday of them all. I’ll be ready for you, because while you may be a pillar of violence, a God of Xtreme, when you face me all of that will be neutered and just like the old dog that you are, I’ll put you down.
We fade as a smirk slowly appears on the Champs face.