Fear

This is where you post your RPs for Warfare, Pay Per Views, and for character development! The deadline for RPs for the current card will be posted in a countdown timer at the top of the forum.
Nathan

Fear

Post by Nathan »

The camera catches up with The Dead Man backstage as he prepares for his bout with AJ Styles in just a few short hours. He moves slow and methodical, already dressed fro the most part except for his clothes and coat and hat. He picks up a glove in one hand, turning it over as he examines it, speaking out his thoughts.

“You know AJ, you could have come out here and tried to be something different. You could have faced the challenge ahead of yourself with a bit of caution and a bit of respect. Instead you mouth off like so many others have before you. Do you think you're original, saying the same old tired shtick that every single person before you has said? Are you trying to convince us and yourself that you really mean those words that are coming from that mouth of yours? If you truly mean those things, AJ, then you're about to enter a world of hurt.”

He grimaces as he pulls his glove on, securing it at the wrist before picking up the second.

“You claim to be the toughest, roughest, smash mouth superstar here in the EBWF, you claim that you will do whatever it takes to win here tonight. You claim that you deserve to be at the top of the mountain where you once stood before. You make a lot of claims but you fail to back them up. I know how it feels, AJ. To have achieved greatness only to have it torn from you and find yourself cast down among the bottom feeders. How do you think I feel coming here and going through exactly that. To me, AJ, you are a bottom feeder. It's not that you will DO whatever it takes to win, it's that you will SAY whatever it takes to convince yourself that you even have a chance to. That is the difference between you and me, AJ. You puff out your chest, you point to your past accomplishments as if they mean something today. Me? I just am. I exist, I am here. I do not point to my history, I march towards my future and tonight you are the one standing in my way. You do not want to get between me and my goals, AJ. I'm going to show you what a real monster is and then you can find out first hand just how wrong you are to say I'm just some 'old guy'.”

Pulling on the other glove, he secures it was well, slamming one fist into the other and then switching before flexing his fingers, getting a feel for them.

“I fear no man, AJ. I fear nothing. Tonight, I have everything to gain and I have nothing to lose. You on the other hand, this is your chance, maybe even your last chance to try and prove that you're still relevant in this industry. I will always be the constant and as long as I am still around I will treat you and anyone else like you as the doormats you really are. Because once you let one person step all over you, the others will do the same. So AJ, before our match tonight you need to find yourself alone in a room with your thoughts heading into this match. Think long and hard and answer a single question to yourself with a truthful answer. 'Am I ready for this?'.”

Pausing, Undertaker turns to the camera, his face like stone as his cold eyes look right into the lens.

“Because if this is you on your A game, you should strongly consider reshuffling your deck.”

He turns to finish getting ready as the scene fades out.[/center][/b]