Post by laroux on Mar 2, 2012 17:04:08 GMT -5
Darkness lifted from your screens would give way to the imagery behind. Lush greenery as far as the eye could see. Darkened white clouds to the point of almost a smoky gray gave way to a light drizzle of rain plummeting from the sky. A gentle breeze blowing through the area would send the leaves upon the trees into slight convulsions.
A truly serene scene at hand. Camera panning around, revealing more and more of the lush greenery. Off to the side, seated upon a flat set of stone would be a young man. Light brown hair atop his head, slightly messy. A pair of slightly faded blue denim jeans hanging from the man's waist, the light blue dyed cotton material of a tank top embraced his torso.
This young man would be none other than YOUR Favorite Drug...Xavier Laroux. That oh so confident smirk upon his face, the cameraman's presence not aware to him at this point. What would appear to be a rolled cigarette in between his index finger and thumb. Bringing it up to his lips, he took a decent length hit off of it. A slight curl to his features as Laroux pitched the roach out into the small stream of water before him.
” This shit ain't no good. “
The cameraman stepping closer, letting his existence be known to Laroux. Turning his head to look at the man, he nodded his head up and down slowly, motioning the man over to his little area. As the man reached the seated Laroux, he would part those lips of his, speaking to the man holding the camera.
” So...I did exactly what I said I was going to do and that was to pick up the win over Kira Sakazaki. And that I did. In good fashion as well. But that's in the past. This is the present. And the present is...golden. A Television Title Tournament. Sixteen men and women square off in individual matches all for a chance to hold the WCF Television Championship. “
“ Myself of course, my opposition, who I'll get to in a few moments, Zombie McMorris. But it won't be just the two of us, oh no. Nic Daniels, Alexis Moore, Steeltoe Joe, Amazing Alex, Eric Price, Kira Sakazaki, Tek, Jason Fear, Kendrik Masters, Tim Vegas, Nathan von Liebert, Bo Stoned, Joel Hall, and Kaylyn Evans. There's a few of these people that I have actually spent the time looking into...but that's another story for another time. “
“ Zombie McMorris. Let me assure you now, I am extremely looking forward to this match against you. Why is that? It's simple, really. You did the one thing Kira did not do. And because of that, I am more motivated than I have been since...since ACW took its hiatus. This very well could be quite the bad ending for you, Zombie. “
“ Right right, where's my manners. What you did that Kira did not is that you talked shit. You've started a war of words that I did not get from Kira and for that...I'm going to thank you now. Well, now that the kind word is over, let's twist those words you used so haphazardly, shall we? “
The brows of Laroux rising in slight excitement, he would dig his hand into that right pocket, retrieving the Newports and white Bic lighter. A single cigarette pulled from the pack, Laroux slipped it between his lips, lighting it. The smoke floating up gracefully, Laroux would turn those eyes of his to the lens of the camera, smoke sifting from his mouth as he spoke.
” Well, no place to start like the beginning. You talk shit about ACW like you were actually there. But you weren't...were you? If you had been there? You would've been eaten alive. Your little sideshow act woulda been laughed at. You would've gotten the literal hell beaten out of you. As a matter of fact, on behalf of American Championship Wrestling, I will beat the literal hell out of you and I'm going to enjoy doing it. “
“ I am going to wear you down. Drive my fists...my knees...my feet into your ribs. I'm going to make what you felt in your little Clockwork Match feel like a mosquito bite. I'm going to hurt you Zombie. And I'm going to love every single moment of it. Now, let's move onto the next things you said. “
Turning his head to the side, Laroux would look out into the distance, seemingly pondering something. Taking a quick drag off of that cigarette, Laroux would push himself up to a standing position upon those rocks. Walking across the smooth surface of the formation, he would walk through the cold water in front of him.
Continuing his trek across those rocks, Laroux would occasionally turn his head to the side, looking over his right shoulder to the lens of the camera, that smirk of his never once wavering. Those lips of his parting, Laroux would return to that verbal he loved oh so much.
” Blah...blah...blah. You should really stop that incessant rambling you do. It really makes you look stupid. Well, then again I guess that's what happens when you rely on some overplayed gimmick to get over. Thumbs up champ, you've got the boys in the back and the mindless people who shell out their money to see us, convinced that you're a bad ass. “
“ I'm going to lift that veil from everyone's eyes. I'm going to expose you as the attention starved, crying out for love, pathetic excuse for a human being. “
A look of excitement growing across those features of Laroux, he nodded his head up and down ever so slowly in slight anticipation. Lips parting once more, Laroux would take yet another long hit off of that smoldering cigarette. Returning to his walk, he turned his back to the camera, beginning to speak once more.
” The difference between myself and you, Zombie? I am everything that you see right here. I lay everything out each and every week I step into that ring, each and every time I release one of this pieces of promotional footage. I have no need for an attention seeking gimmick...unlike some of us that is. “
“ Now, from what I was able to understand of your moronic rambling, you took a shot. What was it you said? You were a Bare-Knuckle Champion in a stage fight that is Pro Wrestling. God how wrong are you. I have never once claimed to be a Professional Wrestler. The difference between me and the boys in the back? I will get right up in your face and drive my balled fist right into the bridge of your nose. “
“ You wanna give me a straight shot to the mouth? You wanna break my face? Well fucking do it. Just know this, Zombie. I will take everything you throw at me. I will drag myself back up to my feet and I will get into your face. I want you to look into my eyes, I want you to see the look in these eyes of mine. “
“ I'll tell you exactly what you'll see. You'll see a man who is more of a legitimate bad ass than you could ever aspire to be. I'm telling you this as a warning, Zombie. Make this personal. Honestly, I want you to. Give me the slightest reason to cripple you. Give me the motivation to grab a handful of that grimy hair of yours and grind your bloodied face into that stretched out canvas. “
“ Give me a fucking reason to forget that this is just business in that ring. If you wanna make it personal, Zombie, I fucking encourage it. Give me a reason to make this match something your mind and your body will never forget. “
Halting in his walk, Laroux would turn around, revealing that all too cocky smirk still ever present upon those features. Only this time, a hint of malice began to seep through the expression upon those lips of his. Another hit taken off of that cigarette and Laroux would drop the remainder of it to the ground, snuffing its ember out.
” That little pedo shot you took at von Liebert was pretty funny, I'll give you that much. But not funny in the way you'd hope it come across. You stood there and honestly tried to make Nathan von Liebert out to look like a pedophile? Pot, it's the kettle calling and boy are you black as fuck. “
“ Let's look at YOU. Lookin' like you should be waiting in a panel van outside of a park, free candy haphazardly painted across the side of it. Sweaty palms, running thoughts. I'm sure the rest of the story tells itself. “
“ You actually talked about me taking a shit? I've taken shits that are more over than you. “
Another thought forming within that devious mind of Laroux, he would halt its progress. Turning around, he looked dead into the lens of the camera, that expression never once wavering. Bringing his right hand up, he would run the palm of his hand across those lips of his, nodding his head up and down ever so slowly.
” Zombie, I could stand here all god damned day and night running you down verbally. Personally, I think I've done a pretty damn good job of it. All that's left is when we finally meet face to face, something I eagerly await. We're going to occupy the ring. We're going to hear that bell and we are going to beat the living fuck out of each other. “
“ And after I'm finished with your trashy ass. After I soften up those ribs of yours with every limb of my body, do you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to lock you in Pandemonium. I'm going to lean back, putting every ounce of my Two Hundred and Twenty-Five Pound frame into it. The pressure on your limbs will hurt...oh it will hurt. And just when you realize that you can't take another second of the torture I exercised upon you? “
Lunging forward, Laroux snatched away the camera that was held by the cameraman. Pulling it up close, Laroux got right up to the lens of the camera, a look of utter intensity growing upon those features of his as he spoke his final words.
” You will tap out like the little bitch you are. Deuces bitch. “
Scoffing slightly, Laroux would shove the camera into the chest of the man who originally held it. Turning his back to him, Laroux would walk off as the scene would slowly fade away to darkness.
A truly serene scene at hand. Camera panning around, revealing more and more of the lush greenery. Off to the side, seated upon a flat set of stone would be a young man. Light brown hair atop his head, slightly messy. A pair of slightly faded blue denim jeans hanging from the man's waist, the light blue dyed cotton material of a tank top embraced his torso.
This young man would be none other than YOUR Favorite Drug...Xavier Laroux. That oh so confident smirk upon his face, the cameraman's presence not aware to him at this point. What would appear to be a rolled cigarette in between his index finger and thumb. Bringing it up to his lips, he took a decent length hit off of it. A slight curl to his features as Laroux pitched the roach out into the small stream of water before him.
” This shit ain't no good. “
The cameraman stepping closer, letting his existence be known to Laroux. Turning his head to look at the man, he nodded his head up and down slowly, motioning the man over to his little area. As the man reached the seated Laroux, he would part those lips of his, speaking to the man holding the camera.
” So...I did exactly what I said I was going to do and that was to pick up the win over Kira Sakazaki. And that I did. In good fashion as well. But that's in the past. This is the present. And the present is...golden. A Television Title Tournament. Sixteen men and women square off in individual matches all for a chance to hold the WCF Television Championship. “
“ Myself of course, my opposition, who I'll get to in a few moments, Zombie McMorris. But it won't be just the two of us, oh no. Nic Daniels, Alexis Moore, Steeltoe Joe, Amazing Alex, Eric Price, Kira Sakazaki, Tek, Jason Fear, Kendrik Masters, Tim Vegas, Nathan von Liebert, Bo Stoned, Joel Hall, and Kaylyn Evans. There's a few of these people that I have actually spent the time looking into...but that's another story for another time. “
“ Zombie McMorris. Let me assure you now, I am extremely looking forward to this match against you. Why is that? It's simple, really. You did the one thing Kira did not do. And because of that, I am more motivated than I have been since...since ACW took its hiatus. This very well could be quite the bad ending for you, Zombie. “
“ Right right, where's my manners. What you did that Kira did not is that you talked shit. You've started a war of words that I did not get from Kira and for that...I'm going to thank you now. Well, now that the kind word is over, let's twist those words you used so haphazardly, shall we? “
The brows of Laroux rising in slight excitement, he would dig his hand into that right pocket, retrieving the Newports and white Bic lighter. A single cigarette pulled from the pack, Laroux slipped it between his lips, lighting it. The smoke floating up gracefully, Laroux would turn those eyes of his to the lens of the camera, smoke sifting from his mouth as he spoke.
” Well, no place to start like the beginning. You talk shit about ACW like you were actually there. But you weren't...were you? If you had been there? You would've been eaten alive. Your little sideshow act woulda been laughed at. You would've gotten the literal hell beaten out of you. As a matter of fact, on behalf of American Championship Wrestling, I will beat the literal hell out of you and I'm going to enjoy doing it. “
“ I am going to wear you down. Drive my fists...my knees...my feet into your ribs. I'm going to make what you felt in your little Clockwork Match feel like a mosquito bite. I'm going to hurt you Zombie. And I'm going to love every single moment of it. Now, let's move onto the next things you said. “
Turning his head to the side, Laroux would look out into the distance, seemingly pondering something. Taking a quick drag off of that cigarette, Laroux would push himself up to a standing position upon those rocks. Walking across the smooth surface of the formation, he would walk through the cold water in front of him.
Continuing his trek across those rocks, Laroux would occasionally turn his head to the side, looking over his right shoulder to the lens of the camera, that smirk of his never once wavering. Those lips of his parting, Laroux would return to that verbal he loved oh so much.
” Blah...blah...blah. You should really stop that incessant rambling you do. It really makes you look stupid. Well, then again I guess that's what happens when you rely on some overplayed gimmick to get over. Thumbs up champ, you've got the boys in the back and the mindless people who shell out their money to see us, convinced that you're a bad ass. “
“ I'm going to lift that veil from everyone's eyes. I'm going to expose you as the attention starved, crying out for love, pathetic excuse for a human being. “
A look of excitement growing across those features of Laroux, he nodded his head up and down ever so slowly in slight anticipation. Lips parting once more, Laroux would take yet another long hit off of that smoldering cigarette. Returning to his walk, he turned his back to the camera, beginning to speak once more.
” The difference between myself and you, Zombie? I am everything that you see right here. I lay everything out each and every week I step into that ring, each and every time I release one of this pieces of promotional footage. I have no need for an attention seeking gimmick...unlike some of us that is. “
“ Now, from what I was able to understand of your moronic rambling, you took a shot. What was it you said? You were a Bare-Knuckle Champion in a stage fight that is Pro Wrestling. God how wrong are you. I have never once claimed to be a Professional Wrestler. The difference between me and the boys in the back? I will get right up in your face and drive my balled fist right into the bridge of your nose. “
“ You wanna give me a straight shot to the mouth? You wanna break my face? Well fucking do it. Just know this, Zombie. I will take everything you throw at me. I will drag myself back up to my feet and I will get into your face. I want you to look into my eyes, I want you to see the look in these eyes of mine. “
“ I'll tell you exactly what you'll see. You'll see a man who is more of a legitimate bad ass than you could ever aspire to be. I'm telling you this as a warning, Zombie. Make this personal. Honestly, I want you to. Give me the slightest reason to cripple you. Give me the motivation to grab a handful of that grimy hair of yours and grind your bloodied face into that stretched out canvas. “
“ Give me a fucking reason to forget that this is just business in that ring. If you wanna make it personal, Zombie, I fucking encourage it. Give me a reason to make this match something your mind and your body will never forget. “
Halting in his walk, Laroux would turn around, revealing that all too cocky smirk still ever present upon those features. Only this time, a hint of malice began to seep through the expression upon those lips of his. Another hit taken off of that cigarette and Laroux would drop the remainder of it to the ground, snuffing its ember out.
” That little pedo shot you took at von Liebert was pretty funny, I'll give you that much. But not funny in the way you'd hope it come across. You stood there and honestly tried to make Nathan von Liebert out to look like a pedophile? Pot, it's the kettle calling and boy are you black as fuck. “
“ Let's look at YOU. Lookin' like you should be waiting in a panel van outside of a park, free candy haphazardly painted across the side of it. Sweaty palms, running thoughts. I'm sure the rest of the story tells itself. “
“ You actually talked about me taking a shit? I've taken shits that are more over than you. “
Another thought forming within that devious mind of Laroux, he would halt its progress. Turning around, he looked dead into the lens of the camera, that expression never once wavering. Bringing his right hand up, he would run the palm of his hand across those lips of his, nodding his head up and down ever so slowly.
” Zombie, I could stand here all god damned day and night running you down verbally. Personally, I think I've done a pretty damn good job of it. All that's left is when we finally meet face to face, something I eagerly await. We're going to occupy the ring. We're going to hear that bell and we are going to beat the living fuck out of each other. “
“ And after I'm finished with your trashy ass. After I soften up those ribs of yours with every limb of my body, do you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to lock you in Pandemonium. I'm going to lean back, putting every ounce of my Two Hundred and Twenty-Five Pound frame into it. The pressure on your limbs will hurt...oh it will hurt. And just when you realize that you can't take another second of the torture I exercised upon you? “
Lunging forward, Laroux snatched away the camera that was held by the cameraman. Pulling it up close, Laroux got right up to the lens of the camera, a look of utter intensity growing upon those features of his as he spoke his final words.
” You will tap out like the little bitch you are. Deuces bitch. “
Scoffing slightly, Laroux would shove the camera into the chest of the man who originally held it. Turning his back to him, Laroux would walk off as the scene would slowly fade away to darkness.