Post by James Raymond on Feb 21, 2019 23:55:28 GMT -5
On a cold and wet day in Coventry, we open the scene upon the city square as James sits down on the chairs outside of some shops. He observes his surroundings, watching everyone with a smile on his face walk past whilst he sits with a smug look on his face.
James Raymond: There comes a time when you sit back, take a minute and think back a few months. You look back and you see some success, and then the fatal errors. You stop, take a minute and think... why? Why did you do what you did? Why did it have to happen like that? Why did you let it happen? You start putting the blame upon yourself, there's no one else to blame is there? Did anyone else do those things to you? Did you try and lead a conspiracy against one man until you made sure he felt your pain? But you joined that same man, his dumb ass friend who can't wrestle for shit, and become this third man?
You were that dumb enough to fall into his group, fall into his plans, made him look strong after he won the big one, the same thing you so consistently said he "screwed" you from, and to top it all off... The one night, the one chance you had to regain the one thing you were "robbed" from... and you took one path that you'll never forget. Didn't you tap because you saw someone getting up? Wasn't that what went through your head? You didn't tap from the pain, you can manage a simple ankle lock, it's not that hard. The fact you saw a man in a mask get to his feet, you said to yourself "If I can't win the title, neither will he" and you tapped and made yourself look weak.
A few weeks later, you finally speak up, you have the chance to explain yourself and you didn't. You were more focused on still taking another loss with another lazy, lousy and no effort attempt with two lower class guys after saying that the old reputation you gave everyone after you lost your pride in doing 'this', you wanted to show a new you and we got the same old shit. Nothing's ever gonna change. You'll never be the same again, just fucking admit it!
James sees that some people are staring at him, his anger succeeds to be known.
James Raymond: WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT!?
James then gets up and walks off in frustration as the scene fades out...
We fade back in at the XHF Arena in Minneapolis, Minnesota. 2 days away from “Diamonds Are Forever” and the Triple Threat Tag Team Championship Match that’s in store for both Raymond and Dunne. Speaking of whom, we see them walking around the building and seeing Champions of old who held the Tag Team Championships. Guys like The Guns, XXX, The Dark Parade and even Team Viper themselves… their pictures immortalized on the walls of The XHF Arena in a Hall of Champions.
James Raymond: Look at that, Dunne. All of the teams that held the Tag Team Championships, and then there’s Team Viper. You know, I wouldn’t have minded with Dylan. He’s someone I’d call a “Tag Team Specialist” but that father figure of his? Is he serious?
Wellington Dunne: The thing is James... They don't know what they're dealing with here. I mean, look at those videos that Jeffery put out! Does he want to lose those belts so soon? I mean... a Colonoscopy and then he got Hailey to piss on him? I feel like Dylan is the only one with some sense in him, or, what's left of it anyway.
James Raymond: Team Viper, you've been holding the gold and doing fuck all but make an embarrassment out of yourselves, your videos and lackluster promo skills are not what we had expected from the champions themselves.
Wellington Dunne: The Nihilists, they seem to be the real contenders. They seem to not be versed in Rap Battles or Hostage situations, but they've hidden for far too long to be even caught up.
James Raymond: This is the AVA's time, our time, we are here to staple our names in the history books. We are Arrogant and Violent Assholes. Vipers and Masky Bois, prepare for the beating of a lifetime.
The camera shuts off as they both head up the hall.
Wellington Dunne: I thought that was a bit short, don't you think?
James Raymond: Don't you speak to me about short promos. Don't even dare open your mouth about them.
James' phone buzzes, he looks down at it and he tells Dunne to walk on. He checks and sees it's a message from Caffrey:
"Got My Back?"
James types a reply but we don't see it, but before he hits send. He turns the phone off and places it back in his pocket, walking up the hall as the scene cuts to black.
