Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2017 17:30:39 GMT -5
As unconventional as it may sound, the scene opens into an empty classroom. As the door opens, Chris Andrew steps inside, carrying some books under his arm. He is wearing black jacket over a black shirt, matching black pants and a pair of glasses that give him an intellectual look. Glancing at the camera, he walks behind the desk, resting the books on its surface.
"Good morning guys. I am The Adroit, Chris Andrew. What's an Adroit? To be honest, I didn't know until ten minutes ago, I literally googled up "expert synonims" and this one stood out. Not only it's a fancy and sophistcated enough word to make me look incredibly smart, but it also sounds neat. So as an Adroit I am here to share my knowledge with you fool people, and teach you a lesson, in the form of a story. Hopefully I'll be able to dumb it down enough to where you can understand it.
Two months ago, in the first match of the first L!ghts Out, The Adroit had to face an inferior competitor, known as The Expert. Now, provided that, by definition an Adler is a sort of an Expert, but way cooler, the pertinence and applicability of said name to an individual like Brandon Collins is debatable to say the least.
Starting from the style... Like, are you for real? What's the story with those long hair and that untrimmed beard? Is your barber on strike? And don't let me start with the way you dress... Did you look at yourself recently, or all the mirrors back at your place are made of wood? This is not how an Expert should look like, let alone an Adroit."
Standing right in front of the camera, he runs his hand through his tidily combed hair, flaunting his bright and charming smile before spinning on his heels to show off how the tailor made suit fits him perfectly.
"This, is how you should look and dress if you want people to believe you're a legit Expert... Or something better in my case. But, unluckily for you, class and style are something you can't teach, and neither is having a pretty face...
But the crux of the matter, what really makes a true Adroit, is the skill set. Brandon Collins has some, that's undeniable. But is he really a Expert? Doubt it... Just take a look back, in his first match with a promising rookie who will later on become The Adroit, he showcased all his technical and grappling prowess, threw suplexes like there's no tomorrow, hit every move in his arsenal but all that, his A game still wasn't enough to keep Chris Andrew down. He had to resort to grab his trunks, cheating and stealing a win taking advantage of the referee's bad positioning.
Now, Brandon Collins could tell you that he outsmarted the Adroit, that he showed how resouceful and crafty he can be... But my question for you simpletons is this: Do you really think that a TRUE Expert would need to go that low to win a match?
Follow me in this one... He is supposedly better than anyone, correct? So he should have zero problems to beat every opponent, any match he steps into should be like a walk in the park, am I right? So, please, explain me why his record in Union Battleground consists in one cheap win and one big ass whooping received by Dick Devereaux. The fact that the Expert got distracted by my mere presence, when I was literally doing nothing but enjoy the show and a cold Dr Pepper... That's a rookie mistake in my book, another proof, if needed, that validates my theory."
He turns to the big blackboard, grabbing a white chalk and writing in big, simple characters
"Good morning guys. I am The Adroit, Chris Andrew. What's an Adroit? To be honest, I didn't know until ten minutes ago, I literally googled up "expert synonims" and this one stood out. Not only it's a fancy and sophistcated enough word to make me look incredibly smart, but it also sounds neat. So as an Adroit I am here to share my knowledge with you fool people, and teach you a lesson, in the form of a story. Hopefully I'll be able to dumb it down enough to where you can understand it.
Two months ago, in the first match of the first L!ghts Out, The Adroit had to face an inferior competitor, known as The Expert. Now, provided that, by definition an Adler is a sort of an Expert, but way cooler, the pertinence and applicability of said name to an individual like Brandon Collins is debatable to say the least.
Starting from the style... Like, are you for real? What's the story with those long hair and that untrimmed beard? Is your barber on strike? And don't let me start with the way you dress... Did you look at yourself recently, or all the mirrors back at your place are made of wood? This is not how an Expert should look like, let alone an Adroit."
Standing right in front of the camera, he runs his hand through his tidily combed hair, flaunting his bright and charming smile before spinning on his heels to show off how the tailor made suit fits him perfectly.
"This, is how you should look and dress if you want people to believe you're a legit Expert... Or something better in my case. But, unluckily for you, class and style are something you can't teach, and neither is having a pretty face...
But the crux of the matter, what really makes a true Adroit, is the skill set. Brandon Collins has some, that's undeniable. But is he really a Expert? Doubt it... Just take a look back, in his first match with a promising rookie who will later on become The Adroit, he showcased all his technical and grappling prowess, threw suplexes like there's no tomorrow, hit every move in his arsenal but all that, his A game still wasn't enough to keep Chris Andrew down. He had to resort to grab his trunks, cheating and stealing a win taking advantage of the referee's bad positioning.
Now, Brandon Collins could tell you that he outsmarted the Adroit, that he showed how resouceful and crafty he can be... But my question for you simpletons is this: Do you really think that a TRUE Expert would need to go that low to win a match?
Follow me in this one... He is supposedly better than anyone, correct? So he should have zero problems to beat every opponent, any match he steps into should be like a walk in the park, am I right? So, please, explain me why his record in Union Battleground consists in one cheap win and one big ass whooping received by Dick Devereaux. The fact that the Expert got distracted by my mere presence, when I was literally doing nothing but enjoy the show and a cold Dr Pepper... That's a rookie mistake in my book, another proof, if needed, that validates my theory."
He turns to the big blackboard, grabbing a white chalk and writing in big, simple characters
THE ADROIT CHRIS ANDREW > THE EXPERT BRANDON COLLINS
Smiling, he looks back into the camera.
"Or, in other words..."
"Or, in other words..."
BRANDON COLLINS SUX!!!
As soon as he finishes writing this statement, he takes off the glasses, sitting on the desk.
"I apologize if I called you people fools, you know that I didn't really mean it. I was just wearing my opponent at Battle Of Los Angeles skin for a short moment. I really wanted to see if refering to himself in third person feels as dumb as I first thought when I faced Brandon back in January.
Believe me, it really does. Do you see now why I can't take him seriously? And believe me, I tried so hard... But for someone with such a high opinion of yourself Collins, you fail to realize how delusional you actually are. It's almost embarassing, you keep pretending you're the best thing ever happened to wrestling, but you fail every time you have to back it up.
I would be a bit embarassed if I were you... But luckily enough I don't need to call myself an expert, or an adroit to know that I'm better than you. And tonight, I will right that wrong, I will expose you in front of the thousands here in LA, and all those watching at home for what you really are.
A fluke.
Tonight, I will show you and everyone else who I am, and what I can really bring to the table. I will convince mister Graves that I deserve my spot on the roster, and that Union Batleground...."
He winks at the camera.
"... NEEDS MORE CHRIS"
"I apologize if I called you people fools, you know that I didn't really mean it. I was just wearing my opponent at Battle Of Los Angeles skin for a short moment. I really wanted to see if refering to himself in third person feels as dumb as I first thought when I faced Brandon back in January.
Believe me, it really does. Do you see now why I can't take him seriously? And believe me, I tried so hard... But for someone with such a high opinion of yourself Collins, you fail to realize how delusional you actually are. It's almost embarassing, you keep pretending you're the best thing ever happened to wrestling, but you fail every time you have to back it up.
I would be a bit embarassed if I were you... But luckily enough I don't need to call myself an expert, or an adroit to know that I'm better than you. And tonight, I will right that wrong, I will expose you in front of the thousands here in LA, and all those watching at home for what you really are.
A fluke.
Tonight, I will show you and everyone else who I am, and what I can really bring to the table. I will convince mister Graves that I deserve my spot on the roster, and that Union Batleground...."
He winks at the camera.
"... NEEDS MORE CHRIS"