Post by Anthony Douglas on Jul 23, 2014 5:02:33 GMT -5
Anthony stands in front of a tarped studio with a fire in a barrel burning. He is shirtless, in his leather duster, wearing black jeans.
ANTHONY: Face paint. What the hell is this all about, Jay? You aren't in Vegas, son. Skater wear and army boots. What horseshit!
Anthony kicks over the barrel and the contents spew everywhere, lighting the tarp on fire.
ANTHONY: You came back to wrestling to continue a legacy. Anthony Douglas is going to make your life a living nightmare. You claim you don't beg for mercy. You will beg for mercy but you aren't going to find any. On your best day, you aren't worthy of licking the shit from my boots because that's all you know how to do.
Anthony looks into the camera and smiles a "cat ate the canary" smile.
ANTHONY: You claim you have nothing left to prove to anyone. Whatever! You came back to prove that you still have it. First thing you need to do is reach into that empty sack you call a ballbag and dig out some of that courage you had in your prime. I will kick your sliver spoon having ass all over the arena.
Anthony walks into a large empty room.
ANTHONY: You know, Jay, the entire world knows you left wrestling because you developed a yellow streak wider than the Grand Canyon. You got your ass kicked back to where ever the hell Maritopia is. You couldn't face yourself, so you ran away in shame. All you have now is the memory of a piece of crap that, on his best day, can't get the job done.
Dogs start barking as Anthony passes a wolverine snarling at him from a cage.
ANTHONY: You ran from wrestling because you couldn't hack it. I am not flashy. I don't put on performance. What I will do is take eleven years of horror and being completely pissed off at the world out on your ass all night long!
Anthony looks at the wolverine.
ANTHONY: Jay, after the match, you can run away back into your little cave, look yourself in the mirror, hide your head in your pillow and cry yourself to sleep knowing that at the Izod Center, you were beaten down and broken by the better man. A real man! Then you can walk away again, since Anthony Douglas will give you the piece of mind that you have nothing to prove to anyone because you are completely worthless.
"Devil's Dance" plays as Anthony just starts laughing.
ANTHONY: Face paint. What the hell is this all about, Jay? You aren't in Vegas, son. Skater wear and army boots. What horseshit!
Anthony kicks over the barrel and the contents spew everywhere, lighting the tarp on fire.
ANTHONY: You came back to wrestling to continue a legacy. Anthony Douglas is going to make your life a living nightmare. You claim you don't beg for mercy. You will beg for mercy but you aren't going to find any. On your best day, you aren't worthy of licking the shit from my boots because that's all you know how to do.
Anthony looks into the camera and smiles a "cat ate the canary" smile.
ANTHONY: You claim you have nothing left to prove to anyone. Whatever! You came back to prove that you still have it. First thing you need to do is reach into that empty sack you call a ballbag and dig out some of that courage you had in your prime. I will kick your sliver spoon having ass all over the arena.
Anthony walks into a large empty room.
ANTHONY: You know, Jay, the entire world knows you left wrestling because you developed a yellow streak wider than the Grand Canyon. You got your ass kicked back to where ever the hell Maritopia is. You couldn't face yourself, so you ran away in shame. All you have now is the memory of a piece of crap that, on his best day, can't get the job done.
Dogs start barking as Anthony passes a wolverine snarling at him from a cage.
ANTHONY: You ran from wrestling because you couldn't hack it. I am not flashy. I don't put on performance. What I will do is take eleven years of horror and being completely pissed off at the world out on your ass all night long!
Anthony looks at the wolverine.
ANTHONY: Jay, after the match, you can run away back into your little cave, look yourself in the mirror, hide your head in your pillow and cry yourself to sleep knowing that at the Izod Center, you were beaten down and broken by the better man. A real man! Then you can walk away again, since Anthony Douglas will give you the piece of mind that you have nothing to prove to anyone because you are completely worthless.
"Devil's Dance" plays as Anthony just starts laughing.
