Post by Knuxy Baby on Nov 7, 2016 0:03:18 GMT -5
[The scene opens up on Dick Devereaux standing outside of a haunted house. It is decorated with spooky Ghosts and Monster statues. Dick is dressed in a sleeveless T-Shirt, a pair of Camo shorts, long socks with old tennis shoes, and the New Generation Championship around his waist. He looks to the camera as he begins.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: I'm not afraid of Monsters or Ghouls, so I'm sure as hell not afraid of some puny orphan who dresses up in order to try and scare people. I'm the real deal, a real life monster. There's no mask here motherfucker. I AM HORROR. I instill fear onto opponents without the use of a mask or the use of "scary" facepaint. This is real life Martin, and I'm your motherfucking worst nightmare.
[Dick chuckles before continuing, the day turning to night fast.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: See, you can attempt to spook me with your theatrics and your "monster make-up", but you'll be quick to see that I don't scare easily. I've stood face to face with Monsters. I've fought clowns. And I've been in the ring with Demons. Hell, I live with my Demons every single fuckin' day. An orphan who got into some Halloween make-up won't faze me.
[The lights of the haunted house come on as the night begins to creep in quickly. Dick simply continues, ignoring his surroundings.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: You've been getting off easy if you think this "Monster Messiah" get-up is something to fear. You've never seen true evil if you truly believe this is something of horror. You'll meet true horror when you step through those ropes this week though. I guaran-DAMN-tee it!
[Dick looks down at his belt and unstraps it. He holds it in his arms in front of him, looking at the main plate with intensity in his eyes.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: I heard you mention the fact that you believe I'm not the one who should be holding this here New Generation strap. You truly think I'm not the rightful Champion?! I've earned my keep here in Redemption! And I'll be damned if some half ass horror queer will stand there and tell me different. You don't think I deserve to hold this belt? I dare you to come and fuckin' take it! The way I see it, every time I step through those ropes I'm defending this title. And if I have to prove it this week so be it.
[Dick places the Championship in front of him, drawing a line with the belt. He extends his arms as he continues, egging on Martin Karloff.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: You're about neck deep in shit creek this week Martin. Better close your mouth before you drown.
[And with that Dick grabs his Championship and tosses it onto his shoulder. He pushes past the camera as he walks off screen, leaving the camera to refocus on the haunted house as it fades out to darkness.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: I'm not afraid of Monsters or Ghouls, so I'm sure as hell not afraid of some puny orphan who dresses up in order to try and scare people. I'm the real deal, a real life monster. There's no mask here motherfucker. I AM HORROR. I instill fear onto opponents without the use of a mask or the use of "scary" facepaint. This is real life Martin, and I'm your motherfucking worst nightmare.
[Dick chuckles before continuing, the day turning to night fast.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: See, you can attempt to spook me with your theatrics and your "monster make-up", but you'll be quick to see that I don't scare easily. I've stood face to face with Monsters. I've fought clowns. And I've been in the ring with Demons. Hell, I live with my Demons every single fuckin' day. An orphan who got into some Halloween make-up won't faze me.
[The lights of the haunted house come on as the night begins to creep in quickly. Dick simply continues, ignoring his surroundings.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: You've been getting off easy if you think this "Monster Messiah" get-up is something to fear. You've never seen true evil if you truly believe this is something of horror. You'll meet true horror when you step through those ropes this week though. I guaran-DAMN-tee it!
[Dick looks down at his belt and unstraps it. He holds it in his arms in front of him, looking at the main plate with intensity in his eyes.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: I heard you mention the fact that you believe I'm not the one who should be holding this here New Generation strap. You truly think I'm not the rightful Champion?! I've earned my keep here in Redemption! And I'll be damned if some half ass horror queer will stand there and tell me different. You don't think I deserve to hold this belt? I dare you to come and fuckin' take it! The way I see it, every time I step through those ropes I'm defending this title. And if I have to prove it this week so be it.
[Dick places the Championship in front of him, drawing a line with the belt. He extends his arms as he continues, egging on Martin Karloff.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: You're about neck deep in shit creek this week Martin. Better close your mouth before you drown.
[And with that Dick grabs his Championship and tosses it onto his shoulder. He pushes past the camera as he walks off screen, leaving the camera to refocus on the haunted house as it fades out to darkness.]
