Post by Knuxy Baby on Oct 22, 2016 20:27:03 GMT -5
[The scene opens up outside of an older looking brick building. The night is a bit chilled as we are in nearly complete darkness. The only light comes from a few street lights that brighten just underneath of them. The camera pans to the side of the building into an alleyway where we can see a single man standing striking the brick wall. His hands are taped up as he continues to strike the wall with solid punches. Each punch creates a sick thud as the man continues. He stops for a moment when he notices the camera and turns to face it as his face is illuminated by the light above. We can now see the face of the New Generation Champion Dick Devereaux.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Before you all call me an unrealistic idiot, I've got my hands tapped up enough not to break a fuckin' knuckle on the wall. This is an older technique I learned when I was fighting for money in alleyways like this. The more I punch this wall the tougher my hands become. They don't call my hands lethal for nothing.
[Dick has his hands up near his face in a fighting stance. He throws a few shadow punches before continuing.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: One of my opponents this week has a background in mixed martial arts. He believes in his strikes and his submissions. I know for a fact when it comes time to fight, he'll be ready to strike hard and fast. But the thing is Mark... I've got hands too. You might've fought in the octagon and had some street fights, but they used to call me the MOTHERFUCKIN' King of the Streets! I used to run the street fighting game before I even thought about stepping in a ring. And I'll tell you what, the streets of DC are no fuckin' joke. So bring your training and try to match me in the ring. I guarantee you'll walk away bloody and fuckin' broken.
[Dick begins unwrapping his fists slowly as we see the rest of his attire. He is dressed in a sleeveless "Iron Maiden" T-Shirt with a pair of camo shorts on his legs. Resting on his feet are a pair of old all black Converse. Dick continues unwrapping his fists, looking up at the camera as he speaks.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Then we've got John fuckin' Blade again. The man I beat last Sunday Night Glory to win the New Generation Championship. People continue to call him a fuckin' Legend, referring to him as "Big Match John" and shit. I get the joke, it was funny the first time. But now the shit is just old. John Blade belongs in the back cleaning the shitters, not standing in the ring across from the Heavyweight and New Generation Champs. But low and behold here John fuckin' Blade stands in the main event. I call bullshit. Put him back on the grill at McDonalds, flipping fuckin' burgers where he belongs.
[Dick shakes his head as he tosses the tape onto the ground and folds his arms in front of his chest.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: And then we've got my partner Matthew Shields. The Heavyweight Champ. See, I was gonna' give him the benefit of the doubt. He takes care of Storm, I destroy Blade. We stay out of each others way and there won't be any trouble. But then the stupid ass motherfucker has to go and make an enemy out of me on Twitter when he ran his fuckin' mouth and starting saying he was better than me. Saying shit like I ain't even close to his level and talking shit about losing in my qualifying match. I don't play well with others, it's well documented. But for the first time in my fuckin' life i was gonna' give this guy a chance and not completely say "Fuck You". But then he chose the stupid choice and made me his enemy. Don't come crawling to me when you're getting the shit beaten out of you, cuz I damn sure ain't gonna' come to your aid. I'm here for one thing. To make a fuckin' statement. And if that has to be on John fuckin' Blade or even my own partner... I'll break each and every single one of your faces!
[Dick reaches back and grabs his New Generation Championship off of the top of a dumpster before slinging it on his right shoulder. He sniffles as he stares at the camera with an irritated look spread across his face.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Shields, you should've just closed your fuckin' mouth and walked in the ring as my partner this week. Maybe you would've survived and wouldn't have looked like a moron like you will tomorrow night on Glory. As for Storm and Blade, whether it's with or against my own partner... you two get to witness Hell first hand against the MOTHERFUCKIN' Devil!
[Dick places his hands on his head making Devil horns with his fingers before he drops them and extends his left hand. He covers the camera lens with his hand, cutting the feed to complete and utter darkness!]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Before you all call me an unrealistic idiot, I've got my hands tapped up enough not to break a fuckin' knuckle on the wall. This is an older technique I learned when I was fighting for money in alleyways like this. The more I punch this wall the tougher my hands become. They don't call my hands lethal for nothing.
[Dick has his hands up near his face in a fighting stance. He throws a few shadow punches before continuing.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: One of my opponents this week has a background in mixed martial arts. He believes in his strikes and his submissions. I know for a fact when it comes time to fight, he'll be ready to strike hard and fast. But the thing is Mark... I've got hands too. You might've fought in the octagon and had some street fights, but they used to call me the MOTHERFUCKIN' King of the Streets! I used to run the street fighting game before I even thought about stepping in a ring. And I'll tell you what, the streets of DC are no fuckin' joke. So bring your training and try to match me in the ring. I guarantee you'll walk away bloody and fuckin' broken.
[Dick begins unwrapping his fists slowly as we see the rest of his attire. He is dressed in a sleeveless "Iron Maiden" T-Shirt with a pair of camo shorts on his legs. Resting on his feet are a pair of old all black Converse. Dick continues unwrapping his fists, looking up at the camera as he speaks.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Then we've got John fuckin' Blade again. The man I beat last Sunday Night Glory to win the New Generation Championship. People continue to call him a fuckin' Legend, referring to him as "Big Match John" and shit. I get the joke, it was funny the first time. But now the shit is just old. John Blade belongs in the back cleaning the shitters, not standing in the ring across from the Heavyweight and New Generation Champs. But low and behold here John fuckin' Blade stands in the main event. I call bullshit. Put him back on the grill at McDonalds, flipping fuckin' burgers where he belongs.
[Dick shakes his head as he tosses the tape onto the ground and folds his arms in front of his chest.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: And then we've got my partner Matthew Shields. The Heavyweight Champ. See, I was gonna' give him the benefit of the doubt. He takes care of Storm, I destroy Blade. We stay out of each others way and there won't be any trouble. But then the stupid ass motherfucker has to go and make an enemy out of me on Twitter when he ran his fuckin' mouth and starting saying he was better than me. Saying shit like I ain't even close to his level and talking shit about losing in my qualifying match. I don't play well with others, it's well documented. But for the first time in my fuckin' life i was gonna' give this guy a chance and not completely say "Fuck You". But then he chose the stupid choice and made me his enemy. Don't come crawling to me when you're getting the shit beaten out of you, cuz I damn sure ain't gonna' come to your aid. I'm here for one thing. To make a fuckin' statement. And if that has to be on John fuckin' Blade or even my own partner... I'll break each and every single one of your faces!
[Dick reaches back and grabs his New Generation Championship off of the top of a dumpster before slinging it on his right shoulder. He sniffles as he stares at the camera with an irritated look spread across his face.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Shields, you should've just closed your fuckin' mouth and walked in the ring as my partner this week. Maybe you would've survived and wouldn't have looked like a moron like you will tomorrow night on Glory. As for Storm and Blade, whether it's with or against my own partner... you two get to witness Hell first hand against the MOTHERFUCKIN' Devil!
[Dick places his hands on his head making Devil horns with his fingers before he drops them and extends his left hand. He covers the camera lens with his hand, cutting the feed to complete and utter darkness!]
