Post by evil on Aug 14, 2015 16:44:58 GMT -6
The broadcast opens up with Dax zooming in out the half of blunt of Girl Scout Cookie burning in the ashtray before panning around the table seeing the bottle of Jack Daniels on the table along with the empty shot glasses sitting around it.
Zooming out, Dax then focuses in on Johnny Evil who is sitting on a leather chair with Dahlia. As Dahlia gives Johnny a kiss, she gets up off of his lap and walks out of the camera's view. Dax gives off a heads up sound.
Johnny looking over gives off an offensive stare.
"Bro, we're recording?"
"Why do you always do that shit? Tell me before you turn that thing on."
Johnny stands up and wipes down his casual attire, looking a bit styled up at this moment. This was because he had lots to celebrate for. He was still undefeated, a couple weeks away from destiny and he got Dahlia back.
As he directs his attention back into Dax's camera lens, he finally speaks...
"I know the Chaos Addicts want to know how Johnny Evil feels. Right now i feel fucking fantastic, because the only thing that I can say to focus and Jackson Santee is, I told you so..."
"First off, if I said it once, I said it a thousand times. If you take mine, I take yours. Focus, fuck you, because mine is back, but your pride is shattered at this point. Granted, mine might have gotten' a bit fucked up by Jason Cashe accidentally. That really doesn't matter, because she is in safe arms. The arms of her man..."
Johnny smirks and opens his arms whole heartedly. He didn't have a worry in the world. He once again was on top of the rankings with a growing promotion and he got Dahlia away from Focus at the last Anarchy show. Still grinning with arrogance, Johnny continues on.
"A real man, and even more so then that the soon-to-be, first ever Chaos champion!"
"Focus tried his hardest, but in the end, I still stand tall. I still go to Origins to enter the Chaos Cage. After last week, i'm not the one with twenty-two stitches in my head, Focus is."
Johnny lets off a small laugh as he makes the motion to push something off to the side.
"Fuck anything that has to do with Focus, though. That goes for Jackson Santee as well. This pussy hid behind a mask and when he had the opportunity to get his hands on me, well he turned toward my homeboy, Jason Cashe. Let's forget about that, though. There is still bad blood, but I'm putting that on hold and moving on to more important matters. Really, I'm here to talk about the bigger picture. This Chaos Cage match for the Chaos Championship. As it looks now, I am in a direct path to take my rightful place on the throne in this company. I am finally going to show everyone why I was labeled the face of Chaos Wrestling."
For Johnny, this match was more. The title is on the line but this was also a match that was going to be the building point of one mans career. He was determined to make it his much like he did in the past company's he was in.
Still calm and collective, Johnny proceeds.
"Because when it comes down to it, everyone in this match is going to speak up and try an' make some kind of statement. Shit, I won't take away from the next man. I will let everyone in this fight know the real facts, though. I have been making my statement since the first day we broadcasted from the desert."
"I am undefeated on a four winwinning streak. It ain't really all that much. On the flip side of the coin. What this means is that for four shows I promised and for four shows I delivered. So now I just need to solidify myself and that will happen when Origin's comes around."
Johnny raises his finger toward the camera, pointing almost directly into the lens.
"See, there is one thing that is well known when it comes to Johnny Evil and his character. Everyone knows that I'm a straight shooter. With that said, anything can happen when we step into the Chaos Cage. I could break my leg five minutes in and lose. The thing is, that is still a fat chance. It will be a cold day in hell before I let anybody in that ring take this moment from me."
"Don't get things screwed up for a minute, though. There are four men that are also hungry for that championship. I'm going to run down the list from the least opposing threat to the biggest one. As I do, I'm going to tell all of them where they will fall short."
Johnny's eyes narrow as he continues to talk and state the gritty facts...
"Danny Wheeler, let's just think about that one. Danny isn't ready plain and simple. Nothing about him is interesting. He might have won a couple matches. I mean, shit, he made it into the main event at our first super show. That doesn't mean much when the talent was slim to begin with. As far as Danny Wheeler being champion, he is not really an alpha male. He doesn't know what it's like to rule a company. In time, maybe. At this point in his career, there is no chance in hell he walks away with that belt."
Johnny bows his head away from the camera, shaking his head in a no position almost in disbelief.
"Now let's look at Wes Hartley. There isn't much mention about him, because let's be honest, he's already flaking off in matches. I see Wes Hartley's drive and I hope that I bring out the best in him, because I know he is dedicated to this sport. I can tell when he competes. The problem is that he started out strong. Lately, I haven't seen him put his best foot forward in the ring. I know you want this life, Wes. I just feel that somewhere along the way you lost faith in yourself. Never fear, I will help you build yourself back up by knocking you down at Origin's. When you lose and I walk away with that belt, I'm hoping it lights a fire under yours ass. In time you can be great, it's just some people need to be forced into greatness."
Johnny's eyes brighten as he taps two fingers to his temple. It's almost as if a light bulb went off inside his head.
"Maybe I can bring out the best in you?"
"Then last but not least we have Jared Jett. Really I'm going to cut this one short from the rip. The reason Jared won't be victorious is because of common sense. One, he doesn't have any. The other part of this pertaining to common sense, is that he needs to lay off the roids. This guy feels like he's in a mixed up movie role branching between Pain and Gain and Varsity Blues. If that ain't the worst choice for your first champion to represent Chaos, then I don't know what is?"
Johnny lets off a slight chuckle at his own statement before he continues again...
"Lay off the fuckin' steroids. I'm telling you, you'll be better off without em'."
"Finally we have Al Nova. The funny thing is, this man is a true underdog going into this match. Al Nova hasn't gotten the credit he deserves, but I can guarentee you that he has the most heart and will give me the most fight in this match. That is not a question in my mind. People sell you short, I don't. Where I will sell you short is the fact that you are stepping into the ring with me. Let's be truthful, I am a fucking animal when it comes to that ring and when it comes time to get the job done."
"That is exactly what I will do at Origins, too.."
"Get the job done..."
"Watch me!"
Dax zooms the camera directly into Johnny's eyes. They are that of a man determined. With a slight smirk across his face, Dax slowly zooms the camera back out before the broadcast fades.