Post by Skilled One on Sept 3, 2009 9:52:31 GMT -5
The tron opens up to show darkness. A white light shines out of nowhere and Keith "The Wolf" Jacobs, wearing multiple dog tags, a black jacket with silver straps and buckles, a silver belt, and black jeans walks up to the camera.
Keith: "Can you believe it? My time to shine. My chance, my sweat, my blood, my everything, was left inside that arena. Everything. All because of one thing: Fighting for a cause. But now, I see. I didn't lose that match. It took every single chance he could get to take advantage and put me down.. "
Keith sighs then laughs.
"But well, think about it. I could've broken your leg two weeks later, but I cannot steal. I hate thieves. I could've ended your career but well, silly me, I decided that I couldn't steal your chances. I could've ended Rod's passion, but I couldn't steal his joy. I could've stolen Ritter's future but I couldn't steal his pride. But now?"
Keith gets closer and looks directly into the camera.
Keith: "But you stole from me. Me, of all people. I held your future in my hands, and you betray me? But this time, I will tear you apart. You used my past of honor, dignity, and dominance to pull a fast one over me. So I want my rematch. I want your blood.
Keith holds the figure in his hand high to reveal a large, steel nail.
"Kevin, I could end you with this. I could attack you backstage, with or without help, and take you out. Then climb the ladder to beat whoever ends up with the title. I mean, Rod lost Thursday. Ritter lost also. That leaves me. The future of this biz. Every time you see that reflection in that title how does it feel to know that you wish you could see me staring back at you? Huh? How does it feel knowing that you are never going to be as dominant as me?"
Keith throws the nail to the ground, which clanks to the ground.
"But well, Kevin, it's fun hurting you. So I'm gonna relieve you of that title. because every time I see you acting as if you were the second coming, it makes me want to hurt you. To end you. So i have a proposition for you. You. And me. In a Richmond style hardcore brawl. My favorite match in the world. I could stick that nail through your eye, and the match would continue. I could turn your ankle at a complete 360, and the match would continue. The greatest match in the world, it continues until the opponent decides that they are finished. It could be anytime. You could've just won a steel cage. You could've won a ladder match. But since I'm not the patient type, it's tonight.
Keith chuckles and laughs.
"And I have a surprise for you. Maybe me and Dolan could bring Takeover back to life. Maybe..just maybe, this is gonna be your last match.
Keith turns his back to the camera.
"And this day will go down in history."
Keith walks away, and the scene fades to black. But before it shuts off, the sound of the nail scraping on the ground is heard, and Keith says 'Oh, you're here. Ready?' and the scene ends with Keith's laughter echoing around the stadium.
Keith: "Can you believe it? My time to shine. My chance, my sweat, my blood, my everything, was left inside that arena. Everything. All because of one thing: Fighting for a cause. But now, I see. I didn't lose that match. It took every single chance he could get to take advantage and put me down.. "
Keith sighs then laughs.
"But well, think about it. I could've broken your leg two weeks later, but I cannot steal. I hate thieves. I could've ended your career but well, silly me, I decided that I couldn't steal your chances. I could've ended Rod's passion, but I couldn't steal his joy. I could've stolen Ritter's future but I couldn't steal his pride. But now?"
Keith gets closer and looks directly into the camera.
Keith: "But you stole from me. Me, of all people. I held your future in my hands, and you betray me? But this time, I will tear you apart. You used my past of honor, dignity, and dominance to pull a fast one over me. So I want my rematch. I want your blood.
Keith holds the figure in his hand high to reveal a large, steel nail.
"Kevin, I could end you with this. I could attack you backstage, with or without help, and take you out. Then climb the ladder to beat whoever ends up with the title. I mean, Rod lost Thursday. Ritter lost also. That leaves me. The future of this biz. Every time you see that reflection in that title how does it feel to know that you wish you could see me staring back at you? Huh? How does it feel knowing that you are never going to be as dominant as me?"
Keith throws the nail to the ground, which clanks to the ground.
"But well, Kevin, it's fun hurting you. So I'm gonna relieve you of that title. because every time I see you acting as if you were the second coming, it makes me want to hurt you. To end you. So i have a proposition for you. You. And me. In a Richmond style hardcore brawl. My favorite match in the world. I could stick that nail through your eye, and the match would continue. I could turn your ankle at a complete 360, and the match would continue. The greatest match in the world, it continues until the opponent decides that they are finished. It could be anytime. You could've just won a steel cage. You could've won a ladder match. But since I'm not the patient type, it's tonight.
Keith chuckles and laughs.
"And I have a surprise for you. Maybe me and Dolan could bring Takeover back to life. Maybe..just maybe, this is gonna be your last match.
Keith turns his back to the camera.
"And this day will go down in history."
Keith walks away, and the scene fades to black. But before it shuts off, the sound of the nail scraping on the ground is heard, and Keith says 'Oh, you're here. Ready?' and the scene ends with Keith's laughter echoing around the stadium.
