Post by Tombstone on May 27, 2008 19:00:31 GMT -5
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The static fades out in Chris Stone's basement or as he calls it, The Cave. There is a slight difference though. He has installed more lights, lighting the basement up in a bright white. The water stains can be seen on the walls and floor, the sounds of water dripping still present. The camera zooms in on Stone, who is standing in the old, tattered ring, leaning on the ropes with a huge smile on his face.
Stone: "So just like that, my match become that much more easier. Just like that, 'The Canadian Savior', Jake Anderson... is gone. Fired. He has gone the way of his beloved creation, The Crusaders. Neither one is around and really, it doesn't make that much of a difference. So Anderson is gone from my match and CPW, thanks to GM Triple X. Hey, who would've thought he would actually do something right for once? First time for everything I guess, but whatever. X's decision to fire Anderson for their little... altercation just gives me the chance to focus on the two individuals who mean the most. Prozac and The Almighty's Brutal Havok Champion, Bo Slade. There are no distractions with Anderson gone."
Stone smiles again, resting his voice for a quick moment. His voice sounds less raspy, but you can still hear the little bit of hoarseness to it. His neck is less red today, the tiny scabs almost nearly gone. The bruising is starting to fade a tiny bit also, but still wraps around his neck like a morbid collar.
Stone: "So where to begin? Let's start with the man who seems to be best buds with the guys who hanged me, Prozac. I heard this guy say something a couple of days ago that I found humorous. He had said something like Bo Slade was keeping his title warm for him until Summer Blast-Off... or something to that extent. I find it humorous because, well, I just don't remember Prozac ever holding the Brutal Havok Championship... EVER. In fact, the guy I remember holding it for the better part of this year was... what's his face?"
Stone makes a face like he's thinking real hard and begins snapping his fingers. He then looks like the light bulb turned on and smiles.
Stone: "Oh yeah! Me!"
Stone's smile drops down into a serious look, his eyes looking straight through the camera.
Stone: "So with just that fact alone, Prozac, there's no way you can lay any claim to the Brutal Havok Championship. In case you haven't noticed, I have been doing that ever since I lost it. Why? Simply because I'm getting it back. I could care less about your history in FcW and how extreme you were there. You have gone out of your way to try and take the back door out of this match with the title that rightfully belongs to me. And that, coupled with the fact that you orchestrated my hanging, puts a mighty big target on you. You see, while I'm laughing at your ignorant stupidity, I'm also disgusted by it. I can't remember the last time I saw somebody that was so oblivious to the situation they were in. Oh wait. Forgot about Jake Anderson. That didn't take too long, now did it? Anyways, Prozac, I'm not going to stand here and tell you how bad I'm going to beat you down and this and that. You'll know that when the time comes. But I am going to tell you, and Bo Slade for that matter, straight facts. You are not walking away from this match the Brutal Havok Champion. I haven't decided on whether or not I'm going to let you walk away at all. You are looking at the true and future Brutal Havok Champion. You can do all the hype talking and Jew Hunting you want, none of that is going to help you. You should've taken the hint when most FcW left, but then again, you've proven yourself to be a very stupid, stupid person."
Stone stops talking for a moment, leaning down and coming back up with a water bottle. He takes a quick swig, still looking into the camera.
Stone: "Ahhh, refreshing. You see, Prozac, this past month has made me realize something. Everything that's happened, Bo taking my title, the failure of The Crusaders, the hanging, all of that made me realize that all this had gotten out of hand because I had gotten lazy. The Crusaders I couldn't save, which is why I left. But losing my title... that was something I know I could have prevented. I had the cards stacked in my favor in the Cell and somehow... somehow Bo was able to come out the winner and holder of my championship. When I thought about it, the answer came to me. I had gotten lazy, careless. I was getting too comfortable and I slipped, but now... Now, more than ever, I want to be back where I belong and I'm going to get there. And you, Prozac... you simply just do not have what it takes to stand in my way. I'm telling you this now so by the end of the match Sunday, you won't be surprised nor disappointed. You'll be prepared for the inevitable outcome, so just go ahead and work on accepting that now. Which brings me to the Holy Man, Bo Slade."
Stone smiles, but the hatred and disgust can be seen in his eyes.
Stone: "Bo Slade, the man who is slowly turning my championship into a joke. Tell me, Bo, do you even realize that you're the Brutal Havok Champion? Or are you waiting for that opportune moment to come out and give some basic analogy that people take as you being cryptic, perhaps read a verse or two out of the Bible if you feel like it. And of course, like any person involved with religion, you somehow tie it all back to God because, well, He talks to you. Am I right? Am I even close? Oh well, by the time you give me an answer, if you ever do that is, I'm not going to care. Your answer will be as irrelevant as it is today. I am guaranteeing you, like Prozac, will not be walking out of this match as Brutal Havok Champion. You think I'm intimidated by some Scary guy? So he can attack people in the dark, good for him. But we're not doing this match in the dark. It's going to be under bright lights, much like these, where I can see you and Prozac and see every single thing you two do. I am out for the blood of my enemies this Sunday and I will proudly wear it along with my own blood as I raise the Brutal Havok Championship in victory. These are not threats, just words coming from a very bitter and focused man that just happen to be your most favorite thing of all: Truth. By Sunday night, you will know and realize that your reign was a dud, a failure. You won't even make it past your first title defense. It's a sad fact, but true nonetheless."
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The static fades out in Chris Stone's basement or as he calls it, The Cave. There is a slight difference though. He has installed more lights, lighting the basement up in a bright white. The water stains can be seen on the walls and floor, the sounds of water dripping still present. The camera zooms in on Stone, who is standing in the old, tattered ring, leaning on the ropes with a huge smile on his face.
Stone: "So just like that, my match become that much more easier. Just like that, 'The Canadian Savior', Jake Anderson... is gone. Fired. He has gone the way of his beloved creation, The Crusaders. Neither one is around and really, it doesn't make that much of a difference. So Anderson is gone from my match and CPW, thanks to GM Triple X. Hey, who would've thought he would actually do something right for once? First time for everything I guess, but whatever. X's decision to fire Anderson for their little... altercation just gives me the chance to focus on the two individuals who mean the most. Prozac and The Almighty's Brutal Havok Champion, Bo Slade. There are no distractions with Anderson gone."
Stone smiles again, resting his voice for a quick moment. His voice sounds less raspy, but you can still hear the little bit of hoarseness to it. His neck is less red today, the tiny scabs almost nearly gone. The bruising is starting to fade a tiny bit also, but still wraps around his neck like a morbid collar.
Stone: "So where to begin? Let's start with the man who seems to be best buds with the guys who hanged me, Prozac. I heard this guy say something a couple of days ago that I found humorous. He had said something like Bo Slade was keeping his title warm for him until Summer Blast-Off... or something to that extent. I find it humorous because, well, I just don't remember Prozac ever holding the Brutal Havok Championship... EVER. In fact, the guy I remember holding it for the better part of this year was... what's his face?"
Stone makes a face like he's thinking real hard and begins snapping his fingers. He then looks like the light bulb turned on and smiles.
Stone: "Oh yeah! Me!"
Stone's smile drops down into a serious look, his eyes looking straight through the camera.
Stone: "So with just that fact alone, Prozac, there's no way you can lay any claim to the Brutal Havok Championship. In case you haven't noticed, I have been doing that ever since I lost it. Why? Simply because I'm getting it back. I could care less about your history in FcW and how extreme you were there. You have gone out of your way to try and take the back door out of this match with the title that rightfully belongs to me. And that, coupled with the fact that you orchestrated my hanging, puts a mighty big target on you. You see, while I'm laughing at your ignorant stupidity, I'm also disgusted by it. I can't remember the last time I saw somebody that was so oblivious to the situation they were in. Oh wait. Forgot about Jake Anderson. That didn't take too long, now did it? Anyways, Prozac, I'm not going to stand here and tell you how bad I'm going to beat you down and this and that. You'll know that when the time comes. But I am going to tell you, and Bo Slade for that matter, straight facts. You are not walking away from this match the Brutal Havok Champion. I haven't decided on whether or not I'm going to let you walk away at all. You are looking at the true and future Brutal Havok Champion. You can do all the hype talking and Jew Hunting you want, none of that is going to help you. You should've taken the hint when most FcW left, but then again, you've proven yourself to be a very stupid, stupid person."
Stone stops talking for a moment, leaning down and coming back up with a water bottle. He takes a quick swig, still looking into the camera.
Stone: "Ahhh, refreshing. You see, Prozac, this past month has made me realize something. Everything that's happened, Bo taking my title, the failure of The Crusaders, the hanging, all of that made me realize that all this had gotten out of hand because I had gotten lazy. The Crusaders I couldn't save, which is why I left. But losing my title... that was something I know I could have prevented. I had the cards stacked in my favor in the Cell and somehow... somehow Bo was able to come out the winner and holder of my championship. When I thought about it, the answer came to me. I had gotten lazy, careless. I was getting too comfortable and I slipped, but now... Now, more than ever, I want to be back where I belong and I'm going to get there. And you, Prozac... you simply just do not have what it takes to stand in my way. I'm telling you this now so by the end of the match Sunday, you won't be surprised nor disappointed. You'll be prepared for the inevitable outcome, so just go ahead and work on accepting that now. Which brings me to the Holy Man, Bo Slade."
Stone smiles, but the hatred and disgust can be seen in his eyes.
Stone: "Bo Slade, the man who is slowly turning my championship into a joke. Tell me, Bo, do you even realize that you're the Brutal Havok Champion? Or are you waiting for that opportune moment to come out and give some basic analogy that people take as you being cryptic, perhaps read a verse or two out of the Bible if you feel like it. And of course, like any person involved with religion, you somehow tie it all back to God because, well, He talks to you. Am I right? Am I even close? Oh well, by the time you give me an answer, if you ever do that is, I'm not going to care. Your answer will be as irrelevant as it is today. I am guaranteeing you, like Prozac, will not be walking out of this match as Brutal Havok Champion. You think I'm intimidated by some Scary guy? So he can attack people in the dark, good for him. But we're not doing this match in the dark. It's going to be under bright lights, much like these, where I can see you and Prozac and see every single thing you two do. I am out for the blood of my enemies this Sunday and I will proudly wear it along with my own blood as I raise the Brutal Havok Championship in victory. These are not threats, just words coming from a very bitter and focused man that just happen to be your most favorite thing of all: Truth. By Sunday night, you will know and realize that your reign was a dud, a failure. You won't even make it past your first title defense. It's a sad fact, but true nonetheless."
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