Post by Sensation/Monk on Jul 24, 2007 6:16:16 GMT -5
*The scene opens with Kevin Sensation sitting in his hotel room with a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, warching TV. He's testing the sharpness of the barbs and the sound of Cam Connor can be heard over the TV. Kevin looks toward the camera and turns the TV off.
Kevin: Fans of the GWC, as you all know by now, I am your once and future king, Kevin Sensation. And fans, also, let me make it perfectly clear to you that I will not sit here and bore you with footage of Cam Connor's "Lights! Cam! Action!" and a battle royal that you've already seen just to keep myself in your memory longer. If I want to be remembered past a few seconds after my promos all I need to do is tell you to watch what I do to Cam Connor tomorrow night on Assault. Cam, you want to make fun of my weight and whatnot? Listen, it's a hardcore match, not an underwear add. Not a fashion show, and not a posedown. We'll see how good your looks are after I wrap this (holds up the bat) around your face. Like I said at the PPV, you can flaunt that title all you want. You can act like you deserve it, but you know, I know, and after tomorrow night ALL the fans will know, it was a fluke.
*Kevin stands and walks to the other side of his bed. He reaches between the bed and the wall and pulls up a sheet of poster board reading "Chrysta" and puts it on the pillow on the opposite side of the bed.*
Kevin: Now, on to more important things. Chrysta, I'm really dissappointed with you. I've been burning up your cell phone the past few days. Don't ask how I got the number. Thing is, I was upset after the last time I beat you. I had big plans in the ring for us during that battle royal that made me number one contender for the Ultimate Title. It's cool, though. If I don't melt the Ice Queen tomorrow night in the ring, I'm reserving this spot right here on my bed for you, sweetie. Don't worry, I'm not like Cam Connor. I'm not gonna' stand here and tell you I'll do the same thing to you that I'll do to him. That hair and the baby oil all over him? Yeah, I expected as much from Mr. Connor. Chrysta, I just wanted to read this poem I wrote for you...Here goes,
"Chrysta, you are the Ice Queen,
Maybe I could buy you some ice cream
Perhaps chocolate, maybe vanilla
All I know is, baby I'm your fella'
We could watch some movies
Play an X-box game
As long as we both agree
Cam Connor's pretty lame
Chrysta, you may be the Ice Queen
But I'm not afraid to make you my dame."
Ok, seriously though, you get in my way, bitch, I'll run this barbed wire across your gorgeous little face just as fast as the he-bitch. Got me? I hope we can still spend some quality time afterwards but as long we both understand the belt you'll be pulling off to reveal the sensational goods is the Ultimate one, we're fine. (Now yelling at someone behind the camera and swinging his bat)Now get this camera out of my room! Vignette over!
Kevin: Fans of the GWC, as you all know by now, I am your once and future king, Kevin Sensation. And fans, also, let me make it perfectly clear to you that I will not sit here and bore you with footage of Cam Connor's "Lights! Cam! Action!" and a battle royal that you've already seen just to keep myself in your memory longer. If I want to be remembered past a few seconds after my promos all I need to do is tell you to watch what I do to Cam Connor tomorrow night on Assault. Cam, you want to make fun of my weight and whatnot? Listen, it's a hardcore match, not an underwear add. Not a fashion show, and not a posedown. We'll see how good your looks are after I wrap this (holds up the bat) around your face. Like I said at the PPV, you can flaunt that title all you want. You can act like you deserve it, but you know, I know, and after tomorrow night ALL the fans will know, it was a fluke.
*Kevin stands and walks to the other side of his bed. He reaches between the bed and the wall and pulls up a sheet of poster board reading "Chrysta" and puts it on the pillow on the opposite side of the bed.*
Kevin: Now, on to more important things. Chrysta, I'm really dissappointed with you. I've been burning up your cell phone the past few days. Don't ask how I got the number. Thing is, I was upset after the last time I beat you. I had big plans in the ring for us during that battle royal that made me number one contender for the Ultimate Title. It's cool, though. If I don't melt the Ice Queen tomorrow night in the ring, I'm reserving this spot right here on my bed for you, sweetie. Don't worry, I'm not like Cam Connor. I'm not gonna' stand here and tell you I'll do the same thing to you that I'll do to him. That hair and the baby oil all over him? Yeah, I expected as much from Mr. Connor. Chrysta, I just wanted to read this poem I wrote for you...Here goes,
"Chrysta, you are the Ice Queen,
Maybe I could buy you some ice cream
Perhaps chocolate, maybe vanilla
All I know is, baby I'm your fella'
We could watch some movies
Play an X-box game
As long as we both agree
Cam Connor's pretty lame
Chrysta, you may be the Ice Queen
But I'm not afraid to make you my dame."
Ok, seriously though, you get in my way, bitch, I'll run this barbed wire across your gorgeous little face just as fast as the he-bitch. Got me? I hope we can still spend some quality time afterwards but as long we both understand the belt you'll be pulling off to reveal the sensational goods is the Ultimate one, we're fine. (Now yelling at someone behind the camera and swinging his bat)Now get this camera out of my room! Vignette over!
