Post by Adrian Taylor on Oct 20, 2011 1:03:01 GMT -5
~Camera feed shows Adrian Taylor on the screen as the Devil's Night pay per view begins. His body is bandaged up from the brawl that he had with Scott Manor in a comic book store a couple of weeks ago. Of course, anyone watching wouldn't know that because Adrian never admitted to fighting Scott. He had heard the reports about Scott being in the hospital. He was surprised he didn't find a lawyer banging on his door with a lawsuit in hand. It didn't matter. Scott was going to need a lawyer after tonight, or a good doctor to put the pieces back together again. Adrian had read the recent blog on the internet that Scott had posted. That blog had provoked a fire inside of Adrian that burning with intense hatred. His glare could pierce a hole through the lens of the camera in front of him. Adrian took a long, deep breath before exhaling a heavy sigh. He proceeded to shake his head slowly before speaking in a low voice...~
"You know... I've held my brother in my arms. Bleeding to death. Dying. Looking up at me with those sad, sad eyes of his. Sad, lifeless eyes. Not many people know this about me, but my brother died because of me. And I held him in my arms while he died. He was so young and he was just looking up at me in his last moments. Like he was asking me, 'Why?' Why did you do this to me, Adrian? Why did you allow this to happen to me? It's been 11, maybe 12 years now. I've held my own flesh and blood in these hands of mine and I watched the life flee from his eyes."
~Adrian paused for a second. It wasn't easy to talk about his family. It brought up a heavy pressure in his chest that made it hard for him to breath. He couldn't forgive himself for what had happened. Maybe it made him weak, but he didn't care. It was the worst day of his life and he relived the nightmare everyday. Then Adrian raised a hand up with his index finger extended and continued...~
"Now, there's a mothafucka in this company named Scott Manor... Who thinks it's absolutely fuckin' hilarious to call himself my brother. He was delusional at first by thinking we were the same person. I don't see how. He's not even in the same league as me. I've got plenty of Stans out there in the world. I don't need them in the business too. But, Scott Manor actually believes he's part of the same bloodline as me. Now, it was all fun and games at first. Scott was just being Scott. A loser who gets his kicks by messing with people. We know this about Scott. This is what he does. He gets under people's skin and makes people want to punch him in the face. However... People who know me... People who know the REAL me.... Know that you don't mention my family around me. That's the kind of thing that can get you killed. It's a line you don't cross. There's professional problems and there are personal problems. I try to keep things professional. But there's just a certain line with me that you don't cross. And guess what? Scott Manor crossed that line."
~Adrian paused for a moment and shook that index finger side to side. Tsk, tsk. Poor Scott Manor must have not gotten the memo about that. Adrian could feel his dark shadow behind him, urging him forward in his pursuit. Adrian simply shrugged his shoulders before saying...~
"I was just going to kick your teeth down your throat and force you to eat through a straw for a little bit. That was it. I was going to be courteous enough to allow you to keep your pathetic life. I was going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you just weren't smart enough to know when to leave well enough alone. You see... You didn't mention my real brother and that's fine. You've already pissed me off enough by claiming to be part of my bloodline and talking about my personal life. It's no secret. My life is constantly in the headlines about what I'm doing and who I'm dating and what my plans are for the future. It's not like it's something that's no out there. I've been vocal about my life and everyone in the locker room knows who I am and what I'm about. But... You were just too damn hardheaded to get it through that thick skull of yours, Scott. You crossed that line. You actually decided to bring up one of my only living relatives in your blog. You actually managed to take a bad situation and make it worse for yourself. You decided to make mention of my little sister in your blog. I haven't seen or heard from my sister in years, but it just irks me to my core that you would even fathom mentioning her. That blog has become your suicide note. I've had it with you, Scott Manor. I have had it with you."
~Adrian shakes his head again. He closes his eyes and begins to press the palm of his hand into his forehead. Growing more frustrated about the whole situation as each second passes, but Adrian was going to have to get through this promo without losing it. He removed his hand from his forehead and looked back into the camera. Continuing...~
"I don't even care anymore. Tonight... I am going to take you out. Permanently. You've pushed me to a point that I don't even care anymore. You wanted to see the real me, Scott? You got him. It's game over. We're going to dance in that ring tonight. And I promise you, I'm going to take you out. Literally. I am going to fuckin' hurt you. I am going to beat you silly. It's not even going to be a normal match. No. Forget what you were planning. We're throwing all pleasantries out the window. We're going to throw all the formal greetings out the window. I'm beyond words. I can't even see you face to face right now because I will terminate you on sight. You see... I've talked with Freddy Jackson and he's granted me 30 minutes of playtime with you. 30 minutes, no holds barred, no disqualification, anything goes. And I'm going to hurt you, Scott. Forget pinning me. The only way you're going to make it out alive of that match is by killing me. Stopping my heart cold. That's it. You can try to pin me. Sure. That's what the rules of an Ironman match call for in order to get the victory. But I guaran-damn-tee you, Scott... You will NOT be walking out of that ring tonight. I'm going to kill you, Scott. You wanted to be my brother so much? You've got your wish. I am going to kill you, Scott. With my own bare hands. Dead. I pray you don't get too scared to come out tonight."
~And with that said, the screen fades to black. Ending the promo with Adrian's final words before the screen switches to whatever comes next on the Devil's Night Pay Per View.~
"You know... I've held my brother in my arms. Bleeding to death. Dying. Looking up at me with those sad, sad eyes of his. Sad, lifeless eyes. Not many people know this about me, but my brother died because of me. And I held him in my arms while he died. He was so young and he was just looking up at me in his last moments. Like he was asking me, 'Why?' Why did you do this to me, Adrian? Why did you allow this to happen to me? It's been 11, maybe 12 years now. I've held my own flesh and blood in these hands of mine and I watched the life flee from his eyes."
~Adrian paused for a second. It wasn't easy to talk about his family. It brought up a heavy pressure in his chest that made it hard for him to breath. He couldn't forgive himself for what had happened. Maybe it made him weak, but he didn't care. It was the worst day of his life and he relived the nightmare everyday. Then Adrian raised a hand up with his index finger extended and continued...~
"Now, there's a mothafucka in this company named Scott Manor... Who thinks it's absolutely fuckin' hilarious to call himself my brother. He was delusional at first by thinking we were the same person. I don't see how. He's not even in the same league as me. I've got plenty of Stans out there in the world. I don't need them in the business too. But, Scott Manor actually believes he's part of the same bloodline as me. Now, it was all fun and games at first. Scott was just being Scott. A loser who gets his kicks by messing with people. We know this about Scott. This is what he does. He gets under people's skin and makes people want to punch him in the face. However... People who know me... People who know the REAL me.... Know that you don't mention my family around me. That's the kind of thing that can get you killed. It's a line you don't cross. There's professional problems and there are personal problems. I try to keep things professional. But there's just a certain line with me that you don't cross. And guess what? Scott Manor crossed that line."
~Adrian paused for a moment and shook that index finger side to side. Tsk, tsk. Poor Scott Manor must have not gotten the memo about that. Adrian could feel his dark shadow behind him, urging him forward in his pursuit. Adrian simply shrugged his shoulders before saying...~
"I was just going to kick your teeth down your throat and force you to eat through a straw for a little bit. That was it. I was going to be courteous enough to allow you to keep your pathetic life. I was going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you just weren't smart enough to know when to leave well enough alone. You see... You didn't mention my real brother and that's fine. You've already pissed me off enough by claiming to be part of my bloodline and talking about my personal life. It's no secret. My life is constantly in the headlines about what I'm doing and who I'm dating and what my plans are for the future. It's not like it's something that's no out there. I've been vocal about my life and everyone in the locker room knows who I am and what I'm about. But... You were just too damn hardheaded to get it through that thick skull of yours, Scott. You crossed that line. You actually decided to bring up one of my only living relatives in your blog. You actually managed to take a bad situation and make it worse for yourself. You decided to make mention of my little sister in your blog. I haven't seen or heard from my sister in years, but it just irks me to my core that you would even fathom mentioning her. That blog has become your suicide note. I've had it with you, Scott Manor. I have had it with you."
~Adrian shakes his head again. He closes his eyes and begins to press the palm of his hand into his forehead. Growing more frustrated about the whole situation as each second passes, but Adrian was going to have to get through this promo without losing it. He removed his hand from his forehead and looked back into the camera. Continuing...~
"I don't even care anymore. Tonight... I am going to take you out. Permanently. You've pushed me to a point that I don't even care anymore. You wanted to see the real me, Scott? You got him. It's game over. We're going to dance in that ring tonight. And I promise you, I'm going to take you out. Literally. I am going to fuckin' hurt you. I am going to beat you silly. It's not even going to be a normal match. No. Forget what you were planning. We're throwing all pleasantries out the window. We're going to throw all the formal greetings out the window. I'm beyond words. I can't even see you face to face right now because I will terminate you on sight. You see... I've talked with Freddy Jackson and he's granted me 30 minutes of playtime with you. 30 minutes, no holds barred, no disqualification, anything goes. And I'm going to hurt you, Scott. Forget pinning me. The only way you're going to make it out alive of that match is by killing me. Stopping my heart cold. That's it. You can try to pin me. Sure. That's what the rules of an Ironman match call for in order to get the victory. But I guaran-damn-tee you, Scott... You will NOT be walking out of that ring tonight. I'm going to kill you, Scott. You wanted to be my brother so much? You've got your wish. I am going to kill you, Scott. With my own bare hands. Dead. I pray you don't get too scared to come out tonight."
~And with that said, the screen fades to black. Ending the promo with Adrian's final words before the screen switches to whatever comes next on the Devil's Night Pay Per View.~
