Post by Austin Hayes on May 11, 2009 13:33:37 GMT -5
(The scene fades into an empty room. Empty except for one black, steel folding chair. Off screen, you hear a door open, then close. You hear footsteps coming closer and closer. Suddenly, you see a man walk into the shot. He sits down in the chair, and looks up to the camera. He smiles a sly smile and kind of laughs into the camera.)
"The Complex Killer" Austin Hayes - Well, look who's here in KWF. A lot of you don't know me, some of you might, but for everyone involved, I am "The Complex Killer" Austin Hayes. I am not going to sit here and brag on myself because it would be too cliche, but the bottom line is, I am here to win, and win only. I am here to do anything and everything I need to do to take care of my business. And my business is quite simply put, kicking ass and taking names. And since I didn't bring a notepad with me, it looks like we are just down to kicking ass.
(Austin kind of laughs at himself for saying something so cheesy. He then pulls out a piece of paper on it that has the KFW stamp on it. He opens it up and turns it to the camera showing the listing of his match this week on Assault.)
"The Complex Killer" Austin Hayes - A war monster, huh? That's a nice little name you got there. Is that like calling yourself "Tiny" when you are a little guy? I get it, it's ok. You just want people to think that you are some murderous villian who can and will do anything and everything he wants around here. This week, he will absolutely regret stepping into the ring with me. I refuse to let someone who has like you even remotely come close to beating me. That's why, this week, you will be cast aside as the first of many stepping stones in dominating this federation. I am sure I will hear all about the "paying your dues" and "waiting in line" crap from a lot of these lemmings, but I can tell every single one of you that my dues have been paid. My time of standing in the shadows, and waiting for an opportunity is over. I am here to TAKE my opportunity, and there isn't a damn thing any of you people here can do about it.
This week, when we cross paths. That is the day that you all will regret signing on the dotted line. You will be so sick to your stomach with fear, that you will have to be pushed through that curtain to get down to the ring. You will be standing back there, throwing up in a bucket, knees shaking, sweating bullets, asking management to replace you right then. That's when my music hits, and I walk down to the ring with a swagger usually reserved for the elite. Oh wait... I AM THE ELITE! And when your music hits, and you stumble through the curtain, and you see me in the ring, you will know before the bell ever rings. You are done. You are over. You, will lose. That's just how it is. Get used to it now, because from what I can tell, most of you already are anyway.
(Austin folds the paper back up and places it in his back pocket. He then sits there a moment, pondering his future in KWF.)
"The Complex Killer" Austin Hayes - KWF is a fitting name. Because it won't take long, and I will be the King of this place. I look around, and all I see is a bunch of mouthy primadonas who care nothing about hard work and dedication. They care nothing about working their way from the dingy bingo halls to the medium size arenas to the sold out Madison Square Garden. They only care about getting it fast, and getting it now. As far as I am concerned, that only makes you a spoiled freaking brat. It doesn't earn you respect. It doesn't earn you acceptance. And it damn sure doesn't earn you anything more than my pity. None of you have a clue as to the real play going on before your eyes. You refuse to pull the curtain back and expose the puppeteer. You don't want to see the strings, and you don't want to see anything more than what your eyes want to see.
When KWF management accepted my application for employment, they accepted one of the most devious minds in all of wrestling. Like it or not, boys, I got a contract, and the only way, and I do mean the ONLY way you are going to get rid of me is for you to move on to the next job. Probably dish washer or fry cook for most of you. Hell, you could go work at McDonalds if you want. I hear they hire a bunch of losers.
(Austin snickers a little bit, then with a sly smile looks right into the camera.)
"The Complex Killer" Austin Hayes - Nevertheless, I am here to put KWF on notice. Nobody and nothing is safe now that I am here. You rejects make me sick, and the thought that any of you could ever hold a title that actually means anything in this business is merely a joke. Yeah, I know, I'm the new guy, and I am talking shit. Damn right, I am. And I challenge any of you to step up to the plate and do something about it. From the bottom to the top and from the left to the right, I will dismantle and destroy each and every single one of you. And in the process, I will rise to the top of this federation, take the World Title for my own, and laugh at every single one of you along the way. Don't dismiss me, boys, because it will be the last mistake you ever make. The road to everything important in KWF will eventually go through me. Not Spike Kane. Not Demetrius Randall. And damn sure not this Warran jackass I am facing this week.
(Austin Hayes stands up and walks out of the camera shot. He walks to the door and opens it, closing it behind him as he exits, and the scene fades to black.)
"The Complex Killer" Austin Hayes - Well, look who's here in KWF. A lot of you don't know me, some of you might, but for everyone involved, I am "The Complex Killer" Austin Hayes. I am not going to sit here and brag on myself because it would be too cliche, but the bottom line is, I am here to win, and win only. I am here to do anything and everything I need to do to take care of my business. And my business is quite simply put, kicking ass and taking names. And since I didn't bring a notepad with me, it looks like we are just down to kicking ass.
(Austin kind of laughs at himself for saying something so cheesy. He then pulls out a piece of paper on it that has the KFW stamp on it. He opens it up and turns it to the camera showing the listing of his match this week on Assault.)
"The Complex Killer" Austin Hayes - A war monster, huh? That's a nice little name you got there. Is that like calling yourself "Tiny" when you are a little guy? I get it, it's ok. You just want people to think that you are some murderous villian who can and will do anything and everything he wants around here. This week, he will absolutely regret stepping into the ring with me. I refuse to let someone who has like you even remotely come close to beating me. That's why, this week, you will be cast aside as the first of many stepping stones in dominating this federation. I am sure I will hear all about the "paying your dues" and "waiting in line" crap from a lot of these lemmings, but I can tell every single one of you that my dues have been paid. My time of standing in the shadows, and waiting for an opportunity is over. I am here to TAKE my opportunity, and there isn't a damn thing any of you people here can do about it.
This week, when we cross paths. That is the day that you all will regret signing on the dotted line. You will be so sick to your stomach with fear, that you will have to be pushed through that curtain to get down to the ring. You will be standing back there, throwing up in a bucket, knees shaking, sweating bullets, asking management to replace you right then. That's when my music hits, and I walk down to the ring with a swagger usually reserved for the elite. Oh wait... I AM THE ELITE! And when your music hits, and you stumble through the curtain, and you see me in the ring, you will know before the bell ever rings. You are done. You are over. You, will lose. That's just how it is. Get used to it now, because from what I can tell, most of you already are anyway.
(Austin folds the paper back up and places it in his back pocket. He then sits there a moment, pondering his future in KWF.)
"The Complex Killer" Austin Hayes - KWF is a fitting name. Because it won't take long, and I will be the King of this place. I look around, and all I see is a bunch of mouthy primadonas who care nothing about hard work and dedication. They care nothing about working their way from the dingy bingo halls to the medium size arenas to the sold out Madison Square Garden. They only care about getting it fast, and getting it now. As far as I am concerned, that only makes you a spoiled freaking brat. It doesn't earn you respect. It doesn't earn you acceptance. And it damn sure doesn't earn you anything more than my pity. None of you have a clue as to the real play going on before your eyes. You refuse to pull the curtain back and expose the puppeteer. You don't want to see the strings, and you don't want to see anything more than what your eyes want to see.
When KWF management accepted my application for employment, they accepted one of the most devious minds in all of wrestling. Like it or not, boys, I got a contract, and the only way, and I do mean the ONLY way you are going to get rid of me is for you to move on to the next job. Probably dish washer or fry cook for most of you. Hell, you could go work at McDonalds if you want. I hear they hire a bunch of losers.
(Austin snickers a little bit, then with a sly smile looks right into the camera.)
"The Complex Killer" Austin Hayes - Nevertheless, I am here to put KWF on notice. Nobody and nothing is safe now that I am here. You rejects make me sick, and the thought that any of you could ever hold a title that actually means anything in this business is merely a joke. Yeah, I know, I'm the new guy, and I am talking shit. Damn right, I am. And I challenge any of you to step up to the plate and do something about it. From the bottom to the top and from the left to the right, I will dismantle and destroy each and every single one of you. And in the process, I will rise to the top of this federation, take the World Title for my own, and laugh at every single one of you along the way. Don't dismiss me, boys, because it will be the last mistake you ever make. The road to everything important in KWF will eventually go through me. Not Spike Kane. Not Demetrius Randall. And damn sure not this Warran jackass I am facing this week.
(Austin Hayes stands up and walks out of the camera shot. He walks to the door and opens it, closing it behind him as he exits, and the scene fades to black.)