Post by Rivers on Jul 1, 2020 13:02:48 GMT -5
Panning around what happens to be a sitting room we see a round poker table set up in the middle of the room. Only one person is sitting there however and as the camera zooms in closer we can see a white ash tray sitting close to the edge, but just pushed back a little bit. There is a man sitting in a chair on the other side, and upon further investigation we clearly see that it is Christian Rivers.
"Jason, I couldn't help but notice that you were on your period about losing the APW World Championship, but its just like I told you. A rookie, like yourself can't take somebody else's property to a rival organization. That is still frowned upon! I'm having a good laugh about your stupidity, not only once but twice. The fact that you strolled your ass in here, and thought that I, of all people had to bow down to you, because you were a World Champion? Do you know who you are speaking too? I've made more history with World Championships than you have ever had in your entire life! I also have a bigger kill count than any horror icon on screen, and do you know something else? Those kills are real. All you have to do is look in any obituary section and understand that the type of work I've done, well its not for the faint of heart. I've shattered more families than the Coronavirus! What I really find hysterical is the fact that you let losing one belt completely over shadow competing for another."
I reach for the cigarette in the ash try as I take a long heavy drag off of it, and then replace it into the ash tray.
"Punishment, boy, you don't know what real punishment is but don't worry because while your poor little heart is broken, you're also going to get a reality check! You, my little half wit can't punish me, and you might have gotten lucky once. I say this because it's a spoiler alert, and by now it must be dawning on you. That OPW Prestige Championship is coming home to a man who will actually give it the proper attention that it deserves, and it will be housed in the Syndicate. The most dominant faction you've ever come across in this business. It has all come full circle now, and this move was inevitable. Just ask Damon Riggs, or the Black Brothers. What happened at Highway 2 Hell was nothing new. It was just another chapter that has yet to be written. When I take the OPW Prestige Championship from you then you can go cry your little crocodile tears to APW. They can tell you just as I am telling you that they don't give a shit! So while you're pissed off now you're whole world will soon be shattered. Glass will fall from that ceiling you should have never been able to reach. Unlike most champions who deserve to feel down however, the glass that will fall on that night, which is not that far off mind you, is just dull glass unable to hurt anybody. That pretty much sums up your personality, and your talent as well! I'll let you get back to feeling sorry for yourself, because its the best trait you can find about yourself. Which is unfortunate. Remember this moment because after its over you'll never get another shot at the OPW Prestige Championship. There is no miracle that will save you. That belt is as good as mine!"
I turn toward the camera and give it my award winning smile, and its the last thing that is seen as we fade out.
"Jason, I couldn't help but notice that you were on your period about losing the APW World Championship, but its just like I told you. A rookie, like yourself can't take somebody else's property to a rival organization. That is still frowned upon! I'm having a good laugh about your stupidity, not only once but twice. The fact that you strolled your ass in here, and thought that I, of all people had to bow down to you, because you were a World Champion? Do you know who you are speaking too? I've made more history with World Championships than you have ever had in your entire life! I also have a bigger kill count than any horror icon on screen, and do you know something else? Those kills are real. All you have to do is look in any obituary section and understand that the type of work I've done, well its not for the faint of heart. I've shattered more families than the Coronavirus! What I really find hysterical is the fact that you let losing one belt completely over shadow competing for another."
I reach for the cigarette in the ash try as I take a long heavy drag off of it, and then replace it into the ash tray.
"Punishment, boy, you don't know what real punishment is but don't worry because while your poor little heart is broken, you're also going to get a reality check! You, my little half wit can't punish me, and you might have gotten lucky once. I say this because it's a spoiler alert, and by now it must be dawning on you. That OPW Prestige Championship is coming home to a man who will actually give it the proper attention that it deserves, and it will be housed in the Syndicate. The most dominant faction you've ever come across in this business. It has all come full circle now, and this move was inevitable. Just ask Damon Riggs, or the Black Brothers. What happened at Highway 2 Hell was nothing new. It was just another chapter that has yet to be written. When I take the OPW Prestige Championship from you then you can go cry your little crocodile tears to APW. They can tell you just as I am telling you that they don't give a shit! So while you're pissed off now you're whole world will soon be shattered. Glass will fall from that ceiling you should have never been able to reach. Unlike most champions who deserve to feel down however, the glass that will fall on that night, which is not that far off mind you, is just dull glass unable to hurt anybody. That pretty much sums up your personality, and your talent as well! I'll let you get back to feeling sorry for yourself, because its the best trait you can find about yourself. Which is unfortunate. Remember this moment because after its over you'll never get another shot at the OPW Prestige Championship. There is no miracle that will save you. That belt is as good as mine!"
I turn toward the camera and give it my award winning smile, and its the last thing that is seen as we fade out.