Post by William James on May 3, 2010 2:03:58 GMT -5
A video begins on the AWF-tron, above the stage.
A mostly dark screen, with only a dimly lit blue light in the background.
A shadow moves into view, head looking down,
and a voice is heard, as the person begins to speak...
"What is there to be said...
that hasn't already been said?
AWF has become a pathetic joke of a company...
everything from the so-called Champions...
to these masked idiots running around attacking people...
all the way to the so-called management itself!
It's been made perfectly clear, Dubaine...
I've got your message, loud and clear, son...
you don't want me as AWF World Champion.
I got it."
A short pause follows, then the voice continues again...
"But, it appears you have forgotten something yourself...
something that happened only a few short weeks ago.
Is your mind that shot...
to have forgotten the message I sent?"
The shadow closes in to view...
and the person's face is seen in full view.
The face of William James fills the screen, with a angered look.
"The mind games are over, Dubaine!
NOBODY screws with William James!
So, here is what's gonna happen, son...
You WILL get the title back from them damn thieving punks...
...and hope and pray to your God I don't find them bastards first...
and then we will have a proper match, Lino and myself...
for the AWF World Championship, got it?"
Another short pause, then WJ continues...
"Get control of your damn company, Dubaine...
before I come back to that office of yours...
and take control of this company myself!
I'm tired of the games... tired of the bullshit...
every time I turn around, it's screw William James...
well, that garbage is DONE... here and now!
I give you one week, son...
to make things right with me...
or else... you WILL pay!"
WJ smirks...
"And that's not a threat, son...
it's a damn promise!
See you real soon..."
WJ nods, as the screen fades to black...
A mostly dark screen, with only a dimly lit blue light in the background.
A shadow moves into view, head looking down,
and a voice is heard, as the person begins to speak...
"What is there to be said...
that hasn't already been said?
AWF has become a pathetic joke of a company...
everything from the so-called Champions...
to these masked idiots running around attacking people...
all the way to the so-called management itself!
It's been made perfectly clear, Dubaine...
I've got your message, loud and clear, son...
you don't want me as AWF World Champion.
I got it."
A short pause follows, then the voice continues again...
"But, it appears you have forgotten something yourself...
something that happened only a few short weeks ago.
Is your mind that shot...
to have forgotten the message I sent?"
The shadow closes in to view...
and the person's face is seen in full view.
The face of William James fills the screen, with a angered look.
"The mind games are over, Dubaine!
NOBODY screws with William James!
So, here is what's gonna happen, son...
You WILL get the title back from them damn thieving punks...
...and hope and pray to your God I don't find them bastards first...
and then we will have a proper match, Lino and myself...
for the AWF World Championship, got it?"
Another short pause, then WJ continues...
"Get control of your damn company, Dubaine...
before I come back to that office of yours...
and take control of this company myself!
I'm tired of the games... tired of the bullshit...
every time I turn around, it's screw William James...
well, that garbage is DONE... here and now!
I give you one week, son...
to make things right with me...
or else... you WILL pay!"
WJ smirks...
"And that's not a threat, son...
it's a damn promise!
See you real soon..."
WJ nods, as the screen fades to black...
