Post by Brandon Hendrix on Jun 22, 2021 0:09:52 GMT -5
~Following Jason's promo, we cut to Detroit, Michigan, in the home of Angelo, who's sitting beside him is his mentor, Mister Berlusconi. Both men are sipping a scotch on the ice. Angelo sets his glass down on the table and looks into the camera.~
"Jason Jason Jason. You should really do what you say you tell me to do: move on. You see, I was obsessed with defeating you before, but then, I moved on. I realized what obsession is: a disease. I refused to be sick because of it. So, in order to move on, I had to go back in time. Now, I'm finally focused on one thing, and that's becoming a Champion once again in my titled career.
Last week, I had the match won. I dropped Jason on his skull. One… two… but, of course, there's always that "but", and that so happens to be "The Left Hand". Daniel Dream and Cerise.
Daniel Dream. You aim for the World Championship, sí? Let me give you some veteran words of truth: you're not ready. No, you're not. You're just some punk kid, with little and little focus and drive to be the main player. You haven't gotten a clue in your mind what it takes. You haven't in the slightest at all. You see, I never won the World Championship, but when I was holding another championship, guess who main evented? Guess who carried the company on his back every single time? I was the World Champion because the World Champion didn't care. I became ready, and I became the greatest to ever do it because of it. When someone wants to know if they will make it or not, they find out from me, and, being right ninety nine percent of the time, I always pick right when I say they won't make it. And you won't make it. What? You think your reign as World Champion in a previous lifetime makes everything I say false? How about if you're ready, you allow yourself to be dragged into the absolute worst ass kicking you are about to receive by me? How you allowed your friends to be let down by losing to little ol me? Daniel listen to me and listen to me good. I will put your dreams down. While you scramble and crawl in hopes on possibly reaching the dream one more time, finally hoping to prove what you say about you being the greatest World Champion in Revolution1 history, I'll be moving forward and becoming the new International Champion.
And Cerise."
~Angelo reaches down and grabs his glass of scotch. He takes a sip before setting the glass down.~
"The "third member" of that supposed triple threat. Oh how much your stupidly coated you into your actions. You see, I expected to walk into that match, pin you and be out for training, but you decided differently. Now, because of your actions, I now am Co Number One Contenders with that Oxygen wasting leech Jason Ryan. But, in all honesty, I should thank you. Thank you because you are making my inevitable title victory so much sweeter. But… you really REALLY screwed up by attacking me. You see, I don't do well with these attacks, I like to get revenge. Unfortunately, my revenge is more… sick and twisted. You see, what I plan on doing to you, bound in the legal bindings of the rules, is grab you by the nose and pull it, watching it drag to where your ear was. I say was because I'm sure the cannibal that is Jason will get hungry mid match and eat it. I will then rip your hair out and shove it down your throat, and don't worry, it'll be easier to stuff in there considering your teeth will be shoved down your throat.
A master at his work leaves to the imagination, and I want you to truly imagine what I will do to both of you for absolutely pissing me off.
Oh, and Jason. Don't expect to be tagged in. Hell, what you can expect is me standing over your body to end the show. A little preview of what's to come. And that's Angelo the new International Champion. Take claim to this Tag win, because I'm claiming higher for the skies, while you crash and burn, and your own nightmare starts to grow. See y'all soon."
~Angelo and Mister Berlusconi clink glasses and continues to drink as the screen goes black.~