Post by Speede on Jul 25, 2011 16:24:35 GMT -5
The scene fades on on Roy Speede, sitting alone in a darkened room with only the moonlight shining through a single round window high on the brick wall behind him to light the area. The room is completely empty aside from Roy, and he sits, his legs crossed, in the center of that room on the floor.
Roy Speede: “This is going to be short and sweet. Oblivion, you stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours. We may not like each other, but I’m willing to try and co-exist with you for the time being. As for tonight, there are some bigger fish to fry. Odin Balfore, you can go ahead and shut your damned mouth. Your fantasy world is getting ridiculous, this ‘Ragnarok’ shit, sitting on a horse and calling it a ‘Pegasus’... it’s just embarrassing that YOU could possibly have even been put in a match for that World Heavyweight Championship, let alone have won it. I’m going to put your fantasy world to rest this week, and turn your little dreams into nightmares, and there isn’t a damned thing you can do about it. Doc, what do you plan on doing about my win streak, huh? Nothing. That’s all you can do is sit there and hope I give you the chance to tag in Odin Balfore, so I can delivier the punishment to him. I’ve beaten you before, I’ll beat you again, and I’ll always beat you when we step into the ring against one another, and that much is a promise. The legend of Roy Speede, the man who Doc couldn’t beat, has only just begun, and it continues tonight, when that mark become not zero and two, but zero and three.”
Roy stands up.
Roy Speede: “As I said, short and sweet. Now get that camera out of my face; I’ve got some last minute preparations to take care of.”
Roy holds his hand up to the camera, covering the lens with his hand. End Scene.
Roy Speede: “This is going to be short and sweet. Oblivion, you stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours. We may not like each other, but I’m willing to try and co-exist with you for the time being. As for tonight, there are some bigger fish to fry. Odin Balfore, you can go ahead and shut your damned mouth. Your fantasy world is getting ridiculous, this ‘Ragnarok’ shit, sitting on a horse and calling it a ‘Pegasus’... it’s just embarrassing that YOU could possibly have even been put in a match for that World Heavyweight Championship, let alone have won it. I’m going to put your fantasy world to rest this week, and turn your little dreams into nightmares, and there isn’t a damned thing you can do about it. Doc, what do you plan on doing about my win streak, huh? Nothing. That’s all you can do is sit there and hope I give you the chance to tag in Odin Balfore, so I can delivier the punishment to him. I’ve beaten you before, I’ll beat you again, and I’ll always beat you when we step into the ring against one another, and that much is a promise. The legend of Roy Speede, the man who Doc couldn’t beat, has only just begun, and it continues tonight, when that mark become not zero and two, but zero and three.”
Roy stands up.
Roy Speede: “As I said, short and sweet. Now get that camera out of my face; I’ve got some last minute preparations to take care of.”
Roy holds his hand up to the camera, covering the lens with his hand. End Scene.
