Post by James Spade on Feb 17, 2013 10:17:32 GMT -5
*DISCLAIMER* -- Strong Language
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[The back drop isn't important- a room with a view and good lighting. We find Leon Corella standing before the camera once more, dressed to the nines as usual. There is a scowl on his face as he glares into the camera.]
Corella: Pat, you are more delusional than I am, young man. You have no idea how this business works and what screws can be put in place to keep a man down when he isn't wanted or respected. You don't know because all you've ever been is a wrestler. I've been around long enough to know both sides of the coin, booking and working.
[He points his finger down at the floor.]
You also like to put words in my fucking mouth... and I really don't care if they fine me for swearing or not you little son of a bitch. I KNOW suits and expensive gear don't make the man, they just make that man look good. I know what it means to be a fighter because I AM A FIGHTER!!! You melee mouthed worm, trivializing my plight... my problems... not knowing of the sacrifices I have made throughout my career!!!
[His face is bright red and quivering with rage now as he throws his finger towards the camera.]
You... rat bastard piece of shit! Saying I don't train... I TRAIN HARDER THAN ANY MAN ALIVE!!!!
[Leon rips his jacket off, tossing it to the floor. He then promptly rips his dress shirt in half, buttons flying in all directions as he hurls it off to expose that powerful, muscular physique.]
LOOK AT THIS BODY MOTHERFUCKER!!!
[He curls his biceps, tensing every muscle in his upper body.]
You really think I don't train? I work hard to stay in peak physical condition. I hit the ropes everyday, sparring with wrestlers and pankration fighters alike. I schedule my entire life around professional wrestling... DAMN NEAR EVERYTHING ELSE COMES SECOND TO MY PROFESSIONAL CAREER!!!
[Tears slowly fill his eyes as a look of hurt washes over them.]
...You cocksucker... you goddamn little fucking stain on the rug of professional wrestling... HOW DARE YOU... I've missed Anniversaries... Birthdays... Funerals... I've missed out on alot of things in my personal life, playing the balancing act of professional wrestling, while maintaining several business on the side so I can provide for my family!!!
[His entire body seems to go into a deep... dark shade of red, his forehead actually seeming as if it were glowing pink now... The rage, the hurt, the anger so pal]atable, it actually clung to the air and braced itself against every single word that comes out of his mouth.]
I don't care what it takes out of me now, Pat Gordon Jr... I'm going to beat every inch of life out of you if it's the last Goddamned thing I do!!! I WILL LEAVE WITH YOUR TITLE!! You will be lucky if you leave with your fucking LIFE!!!
[Leon storms off of the camera, FUMING with pure... unbridled rage.]
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[The back drop isn't important- a room with a view and good lighting. We find Leon Corella standing before the camera once more, dressed to the nines as usual. There is a scowl on his face as he glares into the camera.]
Corella: Pat, you are more delusional than I am, young man. You have no idea how this business works and what screws can be put in place to keep a man down when he isn't wanted or respected. You don't know because all you've ever been is a wrestler. I've been around long enough to know both sides of the coin, booking and working.
[He points his finger down at the floor.]
You also like to put words in my fucking mouth... and I really don't care if they fine me for swearing or not you little son of a bitch. I KNOW suits and expensive gear don't make the man, they just make that man look good. I know what it means to be a fighter because I AM A FIGHTER!!! You melee mouthed worm, trivializing my plight... my problems... not knowing of the sacrifices I have made throughout my career!!!
[His face is bright red and quivering with rage now as he throws his finger towards the camera.]
You... rat bastard piece of shit! Saying I don't train... I TRAIN HARDER THAN ANY MAN ALIVE!!!!
[Leon rips his jacket off, tossing it to the floor. He then promptly rips his dress shirt in half, buttons flying in all directions as he hurls it off to expose that powerful, muscular physique.]
LOOK AT THIS BODY MOTHERFUCKER!!!
[He curls his biceps, tensing every muscle in his upper body.]
You really think I don't train? I work hard to stay in peak physical condition. I hit the ropes everyday, sparring with wrestlers and pankration fighters alike. I schedule my entire life around professional wrestling... DAMN NEAR EVERYTHING ELSE COMES SECOND TO MY PROFESSIONAL CAREER!!!
[Tears slowly fill his eyes as a look of hurt washes over them.]
...You cocksucker... you goddamn little fucking stain on the rug of professional wrestling... HOW DARE YOU... I've missed Anniversaries... Birthdays... Funerals... I've missed out on alot of things in my personal life, playing the balancing act of professional wrestling, while maintaining several business on the side so I can provide for my family!!!
[His entire body seems to go into a deep... dark shade of red, his forehead actually seeming as if it were glowing pink now... The rage, the hurt, the anger so pal]atable, it actually clung to the air and braced itself against every single word that comes out of his mouth.]
I don't care what it takes out of me now, Pat Gordon Jr... I'm going to beat every inch of life out of you if it's the last Goddamned thing I do!!! I WILL LEAVE WITH YOUR TITLE!! You will be lucky if you leave with your fucking LIFE!!!
[Leon storms off of the camera, FUMING with pure... unbridled rage.]