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Arrival
Topic Started: Feb 19 2015, 06:27 PM (19 Views)
Royal
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The scene opens with a shot of a dark figure standing in front of a brick wall. The figure is wearing a hooded sweatshirt. The hood conceals his face. Darkness fills the area, aside from a dim light that dully illuminates the hooded figure. The man removes his hood, revealing the bearded face of an unfamiliar man. The man glares into the camera for a few moments before speaking.

Man: My name, is Anthony Royal.

A small smile forms on the man’s face.

Royal: I know you don’t know me. I know my name means nothing to you. That’s okay. Because soon, that will all change. Soon, my name will be the only thing that matters. Soon, my name will be the things your nightmares are made of. Because I am coming to Full Intensity Wrestling. I’m not coming to be a team player. I’m not coming to entertain the fans. I’m not even coming to make money. It’s plain and simple, I’m coming to take over. I’m coming to make this company grovel before me. And I can’t be stopped.

A laugh escapes Anthony Royal as he now begins pacing back and forth, in and out of the dim light, disappearing into the shadows only to reappear seconds later.

Royal: Let me tell you a little story about me. When I was a little boy, four, maybe five years old, my mom took me to the park to play and get some fresh air. There I was, sitting in the sand, having a wonderful time, when I saw it. Out of the corner of my eye, there it was, the most beautiful toy fire truck, in the hands of a pudgy little monster of a child. So, I walked over to him and I ripped the truck out of his little sausage fingers. He shrieked “Give that back,” and proceeded to attempt to reclaim his truck. So, I took my hand, palmed his face and shoved his pudgy ass to the ground. He cried and his mother ran over and my mother ran over. My mother grabbed me by my arm, pulled me to the car and lectured me about how “We don’t take things that aren’t ours.” I never understood that. I wanted it. So, I took it. You see, I never took dear old mom’s advice. For the rest of my life, I took what I wanted. I didn’t worry about consequences, I simply, took. And it’s worked out very well for me. Much better than mother’s views. And now I’m here. In FIW. To take what I want. And it all starts this week on Fallout, with a man named Dragon.

Royal scoffs at the mention of Dragon.

Royal: I’m not going to pretend like I vigorously researched my opponent to learn all his ins and outs, and strengths and weaknesses. I didn’t. Because it doesn’t matter. Who, or what, Dragon is, is no longer who he will be. Now, all Dragon is, is a victim. The first victim, to be specific. The first victim of my rise to the top of FIW. The first victim of my hostile takeover. Now, I did learn a tiny bit about you Dragon, and from what I can tell, you have had a pretty rough life to this point. Well, you should look back at your life and consider it all a blessing, because as bad as it’s been, it’s all downhill from here. You are about to become a pathetic, sniveling little shell of the man you once were. I am going to make you wish for the childhood beatings, because what I am going to put you through will make those seem like enjoyable experiences. It’s nothing personal, it’s simply making a statement. Making an impact. Dragon is only the beginning. Everybody in FIW, you are hereby put on notice. I have arrived. And you will all fall at my feet.

Royal stops pacing and smirks into the camera.

Royal: I will not be stopped.

With that, Royal lets out a laugh as the scene fades to black.

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