Post by Mav. on Jun 22, 2022 6:46:18 GMT -5
Click.
“This is what all of that waiting has led to.”
The fade in, a close up shot of the NLW No Limits Championship.
“Almost two whole years of fighting within this company to try and find what was right for me, to find that moment that would elevate me to a more promised land unlike anywhere else before, and right here, on my shoulder? This is the promised land.”
The shot panned out, revealing Scott Hampton with his newest prized possession.
“Whilst it wasn’t my intention to be given this chance to become a champion, I wouldn’t simply pass up the opportunity now, would I? I’ve secured myself this championship whilst staying on track to what I promised. Kicking the fuckin’ head in of Sexton Love to the point of him getting put on the fuckin’ shelf, and bringing myself closer and closer to winning this block, and now? I hold this championship all to myself.
I took down the man that people thought was going to win the whole block, leading favourite, and also favourite to win the entirety of the tournament. Though, you can see what I mean when I said I’d knock people down now, don’t you? They won’t respect me? I’ll beat the respect into them, and then they’ll learn why I’m fuckin’ here, ready to showered in that respect I deserve.”
His cold stare into the camera is stern, a half-smile growing along his lips.
“But now, I’m forced to defend my championship against someone named Casimir The Clown? Another replacement in the block, taking the space of Pate The Mime, and he’s here to fill in his spot—but here’s the funny part of all of this, Casimir, I simply do not understand you at all. I don’t even understand why you’re here, trying to wrestle and fight, when you’re a supposed ‘demon entity’ like being that’s apparently powerless in this world? None of you makes zero sense, none of any of this makes zero sense, and above all else?
It feels like I’m wasting my time, valuable time, when I could’ve done something else. Whilst we don’t know where Pate The Mime is anymore, and you’re the next best thing to him, it’s only fair that I bring the clown away from the circus and put a bullet into the back of his head. This kind of disrespect, having to defend this championship against someone like you, is not going to continue after I wipe the floor with you in seconds.
There’ll be no more disrespect from anyone, because I stand on top of the world, and my future? It’s bright. It’s shining brighter than ever before. And to break the history books, to become the first ever double champion of Next Level Wrestling, it would mean everything to me. This is my tournament. My year. My fucking win.
And everyone, finally, can respect me.
They can acknowledge me.”
The feed, soon, slowly faded to black.
“This is what all of that waiting has led to.”
The fade in, a close up shot of the NLW No Limits Championship.
“Almost two whole years of fighting within this company to try and find what was right for me, to find that moment that would elevate me to a more promised land unlike anywhere else before, and right here, on my shoulder? This is the promised land.”
The shot panned out, revealing Scott Hampton with his newest prized possession.
“Whilst it wasn’t my intention to be given this chance to become a champion, I wouldn’t simply pass up the opportunity now, would I? I’ve secured myself this championship whilst staying on track to what I promised. Kicking the fuckin’ head in of Sexton Love to the point of him getting put on the fuckin’ shelf, and bringing myself closer and closer to winning this block, and now? I hold this championship all to myself.
I took down the man that people thought was going to win the whole block, leading favourite, and also favourite to win the entirety of the tournament. Though, you can see what I mean when I said I’d knock people down now, don’t you? They won’t respect me? I’ll beat the respect into them, and then they’ll learn why I’m fuckin’ here, ready to showered in that respect I deserve.”
His cold stare into the camera is stern, a half-smile growing along his lips.
“But now, I’m forced to defend my championship against someone named Casimir The Clown? Another replacement in the block, taking the space of Pate The Mime, and he’s here to fill in his spot—but here’s the funny part of all of this, Casimir, I simply do not understand you at all. I don’t even understand why you’re here, trying to wrestle and fight, when you’re a supposed ‘demon entity’ like being that’s apparently powerless in this world? None of you makes zero sense, none of any of this makes zero sense, and above all else?
It feels like I’m wasting my time, valuable time, when I could’ve done something else. Whilst we don’t know where Pate The Mime is anymore, and you’re the next best thing to him, it’s only fair that I bring the clown away from the circus and put a bullet into the back of his head. This kind of disrespect, having to defend this championship against someone like you, is not going to continue after I wipe the floor with you in seconds.
There’ll be no more disrespect from anyone, because I stand on top of the world, and my future? It’s bright. It’s shining brighter than ever before. And to break the history books, to become the first ever double champion of Next Level Wrestling, it would mean everything to me. This is my tournament. My year. My fucking win.
And everyone, finally, can respect me.
They can acknowledge me.”
The feed, soon, slowly faded to black.
