Post by Crowbar on Jan 17, 2017 3:24:45 GMT -5
The scene opens up in what appears to be a deserted car park at night. Street lights reflect off the wet ground, showing it had been raining not too long ago. It pans down to show a 2017 Ford Mustang, Black, street lights and various other light sources reflecting off the paintwork. A door is heard opening in the background, as the camera pans up to catch Crowbar stepping out. He looks around at the sky and the environment before pulling out a packet of cigarettes and lighting one up. He shuts the door and leans against the car, enjoying the smoke before motioning over for the camera to pay attention.
Crowbar: Well, honestly, I have no idea where I am, but I have no issue with this. It's a slightly familiar feeling. Being in a foreign place - not knowing surroundings, sounds like where I am in my career now, here, in Union Battleground.
He has another puff of smoke.
Crowbar: Truthfully, New Year Zero was going to be my final...hoorah if you will, my go out....
...though I realized, I'm not quite ready for that yet. WARPED Wrestling was my home for years. I started there, I was instrumental in its destruction. It never recovered. No remorse on my part, it needed to be done, however, I'm still not done, I haven't accomplished everything - far from it, and I after I realized this, I felt it was time to move on, start fresh..sort of, I mean, who knows what's going to happen in the future, eh? So that leads to me here, in Battleground, getting ready to take part in a tournament. While I must admit at first I was surprised I was even considered for the tournament, I guess I could say I'm honored, but honor only goes so far. If you know me - and I recognize one who would, hey Anton Chase? You'd know I'm not the nicest person in the world, nor the easiest to deal with, and I'd say that will become abundantly clear.
He drops the smoke on the ground and stomps it out.
Crowbar: Nigel Crane appears to be my first opponent here, someone I have absolutely no idea who they are, what they've done, and quite frankly, I don't give a fiddlers fuck who this marshmallow neck is - I'm going to do what I've always done, fight. Cause trouble, and have fun while doing it! Now don't get me wrong, I say I don't know Crane, and factually that's correct - I've never met the guy, never fought the guy, I only know what people have told me, and I'm honestly not impressed by it. An old friend of mine, who I'm disappointed isn't joining me here, Mr. Treats, told me a bit, and I just shrugged. I'm not going to stand here, ranting and raving how I'm going to do this, that, whatever, "I'm going to destroy you!" type childish bullshit, I'm here to speak the truth, and the truth is, Union Battleground, you're been put on notice. I'm here, and who knows what I have planned? Nigel Crane, you're just the first of many who are going to fall to u--me. Just me. For now.
....Welcome to the world where Dreams become Nightmares.
Crowbar smirks at the camera and pulls his hair back, a stark contrast from his previously shaved look. He stretches back before waving as the camera goes out, the last words heard are from Crowbar making a phonecall. "Yeah, it's me...."
Crowbar: Well, honestly, I have no idea where I am, but I have no issue with this. It's a slightly familiar feeling. Being in a foreign place - not knowing surroundings, sounds like where I am in my career now, here, in Union Battleground.
He has another puff of smoke.
Crowbar: Truthfully, New Year Zero was going to be my final...hoorah if you will, my go out....
...though I realized, I'm not quite ready for that yet. WARPED Wrestling was my home for years. I started there, I was instrumental in its destruction. It never recovered. No remorse on my part, it needed to be done, however, I'm still not done, I haven't accomplished everything - far from it, and I after I realized this, I felt it was time to move on, start fresh..sort of, I mean, who knows what's going to happen in the future, eh? So that leads to me here, in Battleground, getting ready to take part in a tournament. While I must admit at first I was surprised I was even considered for the tournament, I guess I could say I'm honored, but honor only goes so far. If you know me - and I recognize one who would, hey Anton Chase? You'd know I'm not the nicest person in the world, nor the easiest to deal with, and I'd say that will become abundantly clear.
He drops the smoke on the ground and stomps it out.
Crowbar: Nigel Crane appears to be my first opponent here, someone I have absolutely no idea who they are, what they've done, and quite frankly, I don't give a fiddlers fuck who this marshmallow neck is - I'm going to do what I've always done, fight. Cause trouble, and have fun while doing it! Now don't get me wrong, I say I don't know Crane, and factually that's correct - I've never met the guy, never fought the guy, I only know what people have told me, and I'm honestly not impressed by it. An old friend of mine, who I'm disappointed isn't joining me here, Mr. Treats, told me a bit, and I just shrugged. I'm not going to stand here, ranting and raving how I'm going to do this, that, whatever, "I'm going to destroy you!" type childish bullshit, I'm here to speak the truth, and the truth is, Union Battleground, you're been put on notice. I'm here, and who knows what I have planned? Nigel Crane, you're just the first of many who are going to fall to u--me. Just me. For now.
....Welcome to the world where Dreams become Nightmares.
Crowbar smirks at the camera and pulls his hair back, a stark contrast from his previously shaved look. He stretches back before waving as the camera goes out, the last words heard are from Crowbar making a phonecall. "Yeah, it's me...."