Post by Robert Garrett on Nov 10, 2015 1:34:47 GMT -5
The scene comes in to show The Natural One sitting in an empty house. Windows are shattered, and the walls are broken and cracked making the house look as if its been abandoned for a while. In the background there is a faint sound of a baby crying off in the distance. Robert looks up towards the camera with a smile stretched across his face.
So I'm gone for a week on some important work and all hell breaks loose over a title that will soon belong to me? I leave for long enough that suddenly the whole roster thinks that they deserve a shot at MY InterNational championship? Well guess what everybody, get your ass in line because I am mister Money in the Bank and I can have that title any second that I feel I want it. One of the men who think that they deserve the title is my opponent for this week, Bob Cena. You know Bob, there is something in common between us but really it is only one thing. We have the same name, but outside of that there is so much that is different. Like first off, YOU feel that you should get a chance for the InterNational championship. While I KNOW that I DESERVE a chance at that title. I fought in a brutal Money in the Bank match to pull down the very briefcase that is going to put the title in my possession.
The Star reaches down behind him and pulls the briefcase out from behind the chair he is sitting on. He looks down at it for a second in admiration before setting it into his lap.
Another thing Cena, is that you are a washed up has been. I am an up in comer that can and will not be slowed down. The only place for me to go is up, and you would be out of your damn mind to think I'd be doing anything else. See Bob, this house is really just a representation of your life. Its broken, theres holes everywhere, you can see into it from all sides. But the biggest reason is that it is full of rotting shit. You know that you dont care about anything that goes on in this business, or any of the New Age. We can all see through your lies, its not like its a big hidden matter. The only reason that everybody has yet to turn their back on you and beat you down is because they are waiting for the perfect time to strike. When that time will be though, is when it gets tricky. I mean yeah, they could wait until the pay-per-view and beat your ass into the mat costing you the title, but what would be the fun in that? I think that your time is very short, and that Monday when we step into the ring, you are going to be fighting more than just me. How will your wife feel knowing that there is a hot, former actor who is better than her baby daddy? How will she feel that the man of the house cant even defend himself, let alone a family?
Robert cracks what almost looks like a sadistic smile, laughing to himself. He stands up out of the chair that he was sitting in and sets the briefcase on the floor before looking around the house. The Natural One quickly grabs ahold of the chair and throws it across the room, making a loud crash noise in the distance. The crying suddenly stops and he stares off to where he threw the chair.
Cena, I just want you to know that you better be prepared. This is more than a threat, it is a warning. You may act like a family man and that its all you care about, but I can see straight through your lies. Your eyes show off the Greed that you truly have, the want to be richer than everybody else. Let me tell you now, you will never have more money in the world than I have. Come Monday you also will have less than what you came in with, because after our match EVERYBODY will know what kind of scumbag you are. Then you will be alone, with nobody to blame but yourself. No wife or baby, no New Age or Joey the Bastard, and no gold around your waste. It will just be Bob Cena, nothing more.
Robert smiles at the camera one more time before reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a sharpie and piece of paper and starts to write something on it. As he finishes writing he throws the marker to the ground and puts what can now be seen as a picture straight against the camera. The scene fades out on an autographed headshot of The Natural One himself.
End
(OOC: Hopefully its good, last minute kind of thing because life is crazy lately)
So I'm gone for a week on some important work and all hell breaks loose over a title that will soon belong to me? I leave for long enough that suddenly the whole roster thinks that they deserve a shot at MY InterNational championship? Well guess what everybody, get your ass in line because I am mister Money in the Bank and I can have that title any second that I feel I want it. One of the men who think that they deserve the title is my opponent for this week, Bob Cena. You know Bob, there is something in common between us but really it is only one thing. We have the same name, but outside of that there is so much that is different. Like first off, YOU feel that you should get a chance for the InterNational championship. While I KNOW that I DESERVE a chance at that title. I fought in a brutal Money in the Bank match to pull down the very briefcase that is going to put the title in my possession.
The Star reaches down behind him and pulls the briefcase out from behind the chair he is sitting on. He looks down at it for a second in admiration before setting it into his lap.
Another thing Cena, is that you are a washed up has been. I am an up in comer that can and will not be slowed down. The only place for me to go is up, and you would be out of your damn mind to think I'd be doing anything else. See Bob, this house is really just a representation of your life. Its broken, theres holes everywhere, you can see into it from all sides. But the biggest reason is that it is full of rotting shit. You know that you dont care about anything that goes on in this business, or any of the New Age. We can all see through your lies, its not like its a big hidden matter. The only reason that everybody has yet to turn their back on you and beat you down is because they are waiting for the perfect time to strike. When that time will be though, is when it gets tricky. I mean yeah, they could wait until the pay-per-view and beat your ass into the mat costing you the title, but what would be the fun in that? I think that your time is very short, and that Monday when we step into the ring, you are going to be fighting more than just me. How will your wife feel knowing that there is a hot, former actor who is better than her baby daddy? How will she feel that the man of the house cant even defend himself, let alone a family?
Robert cracks what almost looks like a sadistic smile, laughing to himself. He stands up out of the chair that he was sitting in and sets the briefcase on the floor before looking around the house. The Natural One quickly grabs ahold of the chair and throws it across the room, making a loud crash noise in the distance. The crying suddenly stops and he stares off to where he threw the chair.
Cena, I just want you to know that you better be prepared. This is more than a threat, it is a warning. You may act like a family man and that its all you care about, but I can see straight through your lies. Your eyes show off the Greed that you truly have, the want to be richer than everybody else. Let me tell you now, you will never have more money in the world than I have. Come Monday you also will have less than what you came in with, because after our match EVERYBODY will know what kind of scumbag you are. Then you will be alone, with nobody to blame but yourself. No wife or baby, no New Age or Joey the Bastard, and no gold around your waste. It will just be Bob Cena, nothing more.
Robert smiles at the camera one more time before reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a sharpie and piece of paper and starts to write something on it. As he finishes writing he throws the marker to the ground and puts what can now be seen as a picture straight against the camera. The scene fades out on an autographed headshot of The Natural One himself.
End
(OOC: Hopefully its good, last minute kind of thing because life is crazy lately)
