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I'm About to Lose My Mind
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Topic Started: Aug 9 2013, 04:07 PM (100 Views)
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Aug 9 2013, 04:07 PM
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Footage plays of RAW Randy Altzer striking Alexis Jones with a baseball bat. As the bat connects with her head a close-up image of Tombstone flashes on the screen. And then the screen fades to black. The black screen is then accompanied by the the jazzy beats of "Balls Deep" as the scene slowly fades into view of RAW Randy Altzer holding a wedding dress. He seems to be out in a field somewhere as he holds the pure white piece of fabric in front of his face.
She was looking at these?
The camera turns to show RAW's personal assistants all surrounding him in the field. Each one is holding a different wedding dress, each silky gown costing thousands of dollars. One assistant, a creepy looking man with a handlebar mustache nods.
Yes sir, I followed her for hours and she was looking at these the entire time.
RAW nods, and scrunches his nose in disgust as he looks at the dress. Suddenly he stands up and starts walking, the cameras follow him as he approaches a large pile of sticks and lays the dress on top of them.
Alrighty, let's get this over with.
All of his assistants then step forward with their dresses and places them on top of the pile of wood. After every single wedding dress has been placed on the pile a young lady with a red gasoline jug walks over and begins pouring the gasoline all over the pile.
Make sure you soak every single one. I will not see McCoy in one of these. Never ever.
The lady does as she's instructed and once her jug is empty she backs up as RAW pulls out an old lighter. He flips the top open and then brings up a flame. He stands there watching the flame for a moment.
I will not marry her.
RAW then tosses the lighter into the pile and within seconds all of the dresses are engulfed in a ball of flame. The lady with the gas can then turns to walk away when RAW notices her left ring finger.
Cindy, are you married?
She stops and looks over at RAW, a look of fear on her face. RAW never gives a damn about her or anyone's personal life unless he has something to gain.
I am engaged currently. I plan on getting married in-
Never mind that, give me your ring.
She stands there for a second paralyzed in fear. She doesn't want to give him the ring but no one says no to Mr. Altzer. Ever. The last employee that did found herself picking fruit down in Ecuador. With trembling fingers she slowly slides her engagement ring off her hand and hands it to RAW. In one swift motion he then flings the ring into the fire. She stands there frozen in panic watching the flames as RAW looks around at his other assistants.
Everyone, throw your engagement or wedding rings into the fire, and don't try to hide it because I will find out. I'll reimburse all of you for the lost rings but I want every single diamond, and every single carat of that gold in this fire.
Everyone stands there frozen as the lady who's ring he just tossed in the fire falls to her knees. Tears stream silently down her face as she stays transfixed watching the flames.
I SAID DO IT!
One by one the assistants begin removing their wedding and engagement rings and with trembling hands they toss them into the flames, except one old man who simply shakes his head.
I refuse, sir.
Everyone remains silent as they can, letting the cracking of the flames be the only sound as RAW glares at the old man. Twigs begin to crack underneath his feet as he slowly walks over to him. The old man, stands his ground solemnly as RAW walks up to him. He braces for the screaming but eats a RKO instead. A few gasps escape as RAW then grabs the old man's hand and begins dragging him.
Mr. Altzer, please don't, he's a good man.
RAW glares at a woman who stepped up and slowly she shrinks back and away from him.
I'm sorry Mr. Altzer.
RAW's eyes keep locked on her before turning back to the old man. He drags the old man over to the fire as his employees watch in horror. He first removes the man's wedding ring and tosses it into the flames and then he drags the man forward some more and drops the man's hand into the flames. As the hand catches fire, the man wakes up and pulls it back. The old man rolls around, and finally puts out the flames on his hand as he screams in agonizing pain. RAW just watches with a cold glare. Slowly he turns and walks away as the scene fades out.
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Adam Jones
RAW sits upon his throne, no look of cockiness, or smugness, just an expression of complete seriousness. And a cold voice that lacks his normal sarcasm.
In the past I've called Adam a number of derogatory terms meant for members of a homosexual orientation. I mocked The Good Doctor, ridiculed him, questioned his sincerity, and then I faced him, three times, in three weeks.
Though the expression never changes, and those cold eyes remain just as icy, would could imagine that behind them, back in the recesses of Randal Altzer's mind, those matches are replaying themselves to him.
I won the inaugural battle of ours but Adam ended up winning the war. On that night Adam Jones did what few others in this business have managed to do, he earned my respect. A respect that can only be earned by the men and women who I've faced in the ring, and who proved to me that they deserve to compete in my ring, in my company.
RAW's voice suddenly gains a rarely heard tone of reverence, and his posture becomes a bit tighter as he lists off the names that come to mind.
Kayla Jade, Bombtrack, Outkast, Jack Erickson, Robbie Priest, my good friend and the current World Champion, Romeo Stylez, even if he is a bitch, James Stall, and you Dr. Jones. Others in this business have earned glimmer of respect that I believe they belong to be in the ring, but only those I've named have earned my respect to belong in my ring, face to face with me, and have me view them as one of my peers. Bombtrack did it in multiple matches we've had over the three years we've been in this company where he proved to me that he wasn't just some idiot. I may not always like him, especially when he's defending that bitch Purity, but I will always respect his in ring ability.
Kayla Jade earned that respect in a couple matches where she proved to me that this company really shouldn't have any segregation between the men and the women. Never before or ever since, have I felt so physically drained after winning a match than I did at the London Brawl in 2011, where it took every last bit of strength I had to finally beat her.
Outkast earned my respect both in the ring and out of the ring as a competitor, a mentor, and a friend. Even when we disagreed I never stopped respecting him. One of the highlights of my career will always be, gaining his respect after retaining my World Title in a 25 Star Battle Royal.
Robbie Priest, continues to earn my respect every time we face each other. He did it inside of a steel cage, inside of two side by side wrestling rings, when he not only made me tap out but he also nearly broke my arm. He took a lot of verbal abuse from me about his wife and he made me eat those words. He did it once again two weeks later when he prevented me from becoming the first three time NEW Era World Heavyweight Champion.
RAW's serious expression finally crack as he let's out a smile.
Obviously, it's expected for me to say I respect Jack Erickson and Romeo Stylez. My friendship with them has been no secret, and even when we disagree on our views of how this company should be led, we all remain in close contact. I truly believe that Jack Erickson was a future Hall of Famer who quit too soon, a man who retired before he could really show off his potential. Jack Erickson could be right where Romeo Stylez is right now if he had stayed, he's that damned good.
And Romeo, he's the current and rightful World Champion. A title that I've known he would eventually hold for a long time. A title that I hope to one day challenge him for. On camera we couldn't be more opposite from each other, he's the shining hero, and I will always be nothing more than a dastardly villain. But no matter how devious I get Romeo always holds on to hope that I'll someday change my ways.
The smile dissipates as the serious expression returns.
As for the bitch, I can't deny respect to the man who I've tapped out to, twice. I can't deny respect to the longest reigning World Champion in history. James Stall may not always keep his focus in the ring, but when he is focused and determined, he deserves the right to be considered one of the best in this company.
I bring all this up Adam, to let you know that with this respect I expect a certain amount of competition from you. I expect that a few of my more devious tricks may be required. I expect that I'll have to give you more than my best in order to win. I expect that this Sunday I'll have to go to war. I expect you to fight me as if your career is on the line, as if you hate me, as if you want to physically destroy me, and if you give me anything less than that Adam, I won't leave anything left for Nightmare to face at Vindication IV.
RAW smiles a coy smile and stands up.
I don't have a match at Vindication Adam, which means I have nothing to lose this week. This may as well be my Vindication moment. So don't you dare disappoint the respect I'm giving you, or else you will surely regret it. So sayeth the RAW!
The video fades to black.
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