Post by Zap on Sept 11, 2015 8:58:08 GMT -6
The camera opens up to a balcony overlooking the Las Vegas Strip. The sky is dark out, with nothing but the twinkle of the stars to be seen. The whole scene is beautiful, with the lights of the various casinos and hotels catching on the camera lens and sparkling in the moonlight, adding more to the famous spectacle that the Las Vegas Strip was known for being. The sights from the balcony of one of the Bellagio hotel rooms were a lot more beautiful than the sight from the ground, being able to watch the skyline of Las Vegas go on for miles and sparkle like gold in the precious moonlight.
Tyler Keenan is stood on this balcony of the Bellagio Hotel, dressed in a fluffy white bath robe with a drinking glass filled with scotch in his left hand. He looks out upon the skyline of Las Vegas and smiles happily to himself, his pearly white teeth being shown on the camera. He takes a sip of his alcoholic beverage and sighs happily, placing it down on the small outdoor table on the balcony and sits down on the deck chair beside it, closing his eyes and holding his head up with the palms of his hands.
“Everywhere I seem to go in the wrestling world, bad luck seems to follow on behind me like some sort of bad omen or smell. That bad omen seemed to manifest itself in a man by the name of Chris Mosh last week, who single-handedly was the reason that our team lost the bout between Jared Jet and Ethan Evans. I mean, the match turned into a two-on-one handicap match as soon as we entered the ring, it was unbelievable from my perspective. I ever caught him grilling steak before our match, it was so unprofessional to believe!”
Tyler shakes his head and takes a giant swig of his drink, gritting his teeth as the liquid goes down his throat.
“But now, my attention turns to the man that goes by the name of Focus, a main event star in his own right. Who knows? I may even get a decent match when I face this man, because I won’t have buffoons like Chris Mosh with me to screw everything up. Now, I tried to do my research on Focus, watching old tapes, learning about his past, everything that I normally do, but the strangest thing was that I couldn’t find a single thing prior to Chaos Wrestling, nothing. Maybe I didn’t search hard enough, maybe you went by a different name, or maybe there really is that element of mystery behind you, I’ll never know.”
Tyler stands up and moves over to the balcony, beckoning out into the Strip below.
“Next week is my chance to redeem myself. To show the fans of Chaos Wrestling what I can truly do when I am not accompanied with some incompetent buffoon who wrestles without a care in the world and a beer in his hand. I am sure that Focus and I will put on an excellent show, and that he will test me to my very limits like Ethan Evans and Jared Jet did. However, this time things will be different, and this time I will take down Focus, pin him in the center of the ring for the three count and show the world that the rightful Chaos Champion is standing right in the middle of the ring for the world to see. Who knows? Maybe Johnny Evil will see that, maybe he won’t, but either way, my true ‘Focus’ is on him, but my current attention is on the man that calls himself Focus.”
Tyler smiles and walks back into his hotel room, as the camera pans along the skyline of Las Vegas and then slowly fades to black.
Tyler Keenan is stood on this balcony of the Bellagio Hotel, dressed in a fluffy white bath robe with a drinking glass filled with scotch in his left hand. He looks out upon the skyline of Las Vegas and smiles happily to himself, his pearly white teeth being shown on the camera. He takes a sip of his alcoholic beverage and sighs happily, placing it down on the small outdoor table on the balcony and sits down on the deck chair beside it, closing his eyes and holding his head up with the palms of his hands.
“Everywhere I seem to go in the wrestling world, bad luck seems to follow on behind me like some sort of bad omen or smell. That bad omen seemed to manifest itself in a man by the name of Chris Mosh last week, who single-handedly was the reason that our team lost the bout between Jared Jet and Ethan Evans. I mean, the match turned into a two-on-one handicap match as soon as we entered the ring, it was unbelievable from my perspective. I ever caught him grilling steak before our match, it was so unprofessional to believe!”
Tyler shakes his head and takes a giant swig of his drink, gritting his teeth as the liquid goes down his throat.
“But now, my attention turns to the man that goes by the name of Focus, a main event star in his own right. Who knows? I may even get a decent match when I face this man, because I won’t have buffoons like Chris Mosh with me to screw everything up. Now, I tried to do my research on Focus, watching old tapes, learning about his past, everything that I normally do, but the strangest thing was that I couldn’t find a single thing prior to Chaos Wrestling, nothing. Maybe I didn’t search hard enough, maybe you went by a different name, or maybe there really is that element of mystery behind you, I’ll never know.”
Tyler stands up and moves over to the balcony, beckoning out into the Strip below.
“Next week is my chance to redeem myself. To show the fans of Chaos Wrestling what I can truly do when I am not accompanied with some incompetent buffoon who wrestles without a care in the world and a beer in his hand. I am sure that Focus and I will put on an excellent show, and that he will test me to my very limits like Ethan Evans and Jared Jet did. However, this time things will be different, and this time I will take down Focus, pin him in the center of the ring for the three count and show the world that the rightful Chaos Champion is standing right in the middle of the ring for the world to see. Who knows? Maybe Johnny Evil will see that, maybe he won’t, but either way, my true ‘Focus’ is on him, but my current attention is on the man that calls himself Focus.”
Tyler smiles and walks back into his hotel room, as the camera pans along the skyline of Las Vegas and then slowly fades to black.