Post by neelan on Feb 1, 2022 0:25:28 GMT
The scene opens on the Cathedral-Basilica of Saint Louis, King of France, right in the heart of New Orleans. Standing in awe before the holy spires is none other than Prince Devitt. He stares at the building in wonder for just a moment, before turning to the camera.
PRINCE DEVITT: Look at this place. All this history, all this culture, wasted on all these stupid fookin' people that'll never be anything. Oh, I'm sure they all try. I'm sure they all wake up in the mornin' full of piss and vinegar, convinced that this is gonna be their day. And each and every day they're wrong. They hit a challenge, hit a stumbling block, trip and fall flat on their pathetic fookin' faces. Just look at my first two opponents.
Devitt smirks, giving the holy building one last look before turning his full attention to his upcoming match.
PRINCE DEVITT: On one side, you've got Matt Sydal. Oh so flashy, all that flippin' and flyin' in more ways than one. Got a little burnt out on the devil's lettuce, did ya? Had to step up to somethin' a little harder? And now you're convinced you're some kind of all-knowing expert on life, love, and wrestlin'. What a joke. All you know, Sydal, is failure. All you know is losin'. All you know is how to look good in defeat, not that you looked real good getting dumped over the top rope, Besides, it's not like lookin' good in defeat gets you anywhere in life. It just makes you a loser.
He gives the camera a look of disgust for a moment, as if to punctuate his lack of respect for Sydal. Seemingly out of nowhere, he chuckles.
PRINCE DEVITT: Heh, speakin' of losers, there's CM Punk. Mr. "Best in the World." Not lookin' so hot yourself there, Punk. Fallen a bit far from pipe bombs and cults of personality, eh? Where's the spark, that fire that carried you for so long? Let me guess, all that's in her purse, right next to your balls, currently sitting on your old pal Cena's nightstand.
Another one-liner, another smirk, Devitt reaches up and pops the collar on his jacket, keeping his eye on the camera the entire time.
PRINCE DEVITT: See, boys, I don't rightly give a damn what you're doin' here. Punk, go off and follow your woman and her new man from Hell to high water. Or cry yourself to sleep in the locker room, who gives a damn? Sydal, you can keep chasing your next high from here to fookin' Tibet. Hell, I'm pretty sure in a city as old as New Orleans you could find some good shite around the right dark corner. But it doesn't matter, 'cause no matter why you two are here, I'm here for one thing: to win. To win and win and win until each and every one of you, from the boys in the back, to the men pulling the strings, and even the slack-jawed idiots watching in the crowd and at home, knows the truth. I wasted years playin' the games and playin' the fool. Come Vengeance, I ain't playin' no more. Not with the two of you, and not with anyone.
Devitt pauses for a moment, looking down at his shoes before giving the camera a glare. He might've been a little light-hearted at the start, but now he's clearly all business.
PRINCE DEVITT: Y'know, it's really a shame my contract didn't make it in the right hands soon enough. If I'da been able to debut in that battle royal, I'd be busy headin' to Ascension and the World title I deserve. Instead, I have to deal with morons and has-beens while I wait to see who gets it first. I deserve to be a champion. I DESERVE respect! But oh no, Devitt, isn't he the guy that's happy and smilin' all the time?
Devitt fakes a smile for just a moment before flashing another glare.
PRINCE DEVITT: Nah, I understand. nobody in the fookin' office checks the fookin' fax machine until they're told. Whatever, Rest assured, once I'm done with this match and those two buffoons, whoever's got the gold also has a target on their back, and the real shooter here don't miss. Just like Wednesday, when I take out Sydal and Punk.
Bang bang, just like our General Manager used to say.
With that Devitt points finger guns straight at the camera, then mimes firing. He gives one last smirk before the scene fades, leaving the lasting impression of a man with a chip on his shoulder.