Huff. Puff. Fall down
Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2016 7:00 pm
Scene opens on Baron Corbin sat backstage after hi's loss at Warfare. He is stood wearing a long overcoat button to the top. The hood on the coat is up. Corbin is staring at himself in a full length mirror. He looks angry and disappointed with himself.
Baron: Too much has gone wrong. Since Fanneversary. I walked away with a title but not the one I walked in with. I've hit a bit of a wall, a losing streak if you like. Focus has not been there. I've read what people on the Internet have been saying - they think I've lost a step. I will say it again - my problem has been focus, refocusing. I lost my intercontinental title to Jimmy Havoc in a diabolical fashion, I let him get one over on me. That is no longer something I can let bother me. My energy can no longer be directed towards the past. I'm fed up of being called wasted potential. Do I need to remind anyone that I have a title?
Corbin opens his coat up to reveal the belt around his waist. He lowers the hood and seems a bit happier with himself
Baron: The Breakout title. Not the most prestigious belt. Right? I don't accept that any longer. My role in this company is more important than ever. I am now the guardian of EBWF. A very angry guard dog on the gates of hell. The first name on my fresh list of victims is one that is familiar to me. Matt Sydal - we have gone back and forth a couple of times. Well, you have gone back while I went forth. Matt, you are a perfect example of someone who needs taking out. You are the little train who thinks he can. He gets derailed, run's into a wall. You don't learn from your mistakes Matthew. You pick yourself up, dust yourself and begin to lay down fresh tracks. Trouble is those tracks lead you into that same damn wall or a very similar wall. You are doomed to reapeat your mistakes Matt and that's the reason you are, and will always be a bottom feeder.
Corbin rakes off his coat completely now allowing it to drop to the floor. It is now clear he is wearing a broken t shirt and ripped jeans.
Baron: I have to give you some credit though Matt. You found a friend, Mark Andrews - a man on the same path as you. It's nice that you have someone to travel with on your journey to nowhere. Strength in numbers. I had that at one point. That's when I was at my best. Maybe there are lessons you have to teach me after all? Not in the ring though.
Corbin laughs cruelly
Baron: In the ring the story will be the same. Bring your best Matt, bring your little buddy and your cheerleader too if you like? It would be quite fun to toy with three of you. The three little pigs versus the big bad wolf. What are you made of Matt? Bricks? Wood? Straw? No Matt. You have no foundation. You have built your career on a house of cards and at Survivor Series as usual it's all going to come tumbling down. If you'll excuse me I have business elsewhere. Not more important business, just business. Not looking forward to this one...
Corbin walks out of shot
Baron: Too much has gone wrong. Since Fanneversary. I walked away with a title but not the one I walked in with. I've hit a bit of a wall, a losing streak if you like. Focus has not been there. I've read what people on the Internet have been saying - they think I've lost a step. I will say it again - my problem has been focus, refocusing. I lost my intercontinental title to Jimmy Havoc in a diabolical fashion, I let him get one over on me. That is no longer something I can let bother me. My energy can no longer be directed towards the past. I'm fed up of being called wasted potential. Do I need to remind anyone that I have a title?
Corbin opens his coat up to reveal the belt around his waist. He lowers the hood and seems a bit happier with himself
Baron: The Breakout title. Not the most prestigious belt. Right? I don't accept that any longer. My role in this company is more important than ever. I am now the guardian of EBWF. A very angry guard dog on the gates of hell. The first name on my fresh list of victims is one that is familiar to me. Matt Sydal - we have gone back and forth a couple of times. Well, you have gone back while I went forth. Matt, you are a perfect example of someone who needs taking out. You are the little train who thinks he can. He gets derailed, run's into a wall. You don't learn from your mistakes Matthew. You pick yourself up, dust yourself and begin to lay down fresh tracks. Trouble is those tracks lead you into that same damn wall or a very similar wall. You are doomed to reapeat your mistakes Matt and that's the reason you are, and will always be a bottom feeder.
Corbin rakes off his coat completely now allowing it to drop to the floor. It is now clear he is wearing a broken t shirt and ripped jeans.
Baron: I have to give you some credit though Matt. You found a friend, Mark Andrews - a man on the same path as you. It's nice that you have someone to travel with on your journey to nowhere. Strength in numbers. I had that at one point. That's when I was at my best. Maybe there are lessons you have to teach me after all? Not in the ring though.
Corbin laughs cruelly
Baron: In the ring the story will be the same. Bring your best Matt, bring your little buddy and your cheerleader too if you like? It would be quite fun to toy with three of you. The three little pigs versus the big bad wolf. What are you made of Matt? Bricks? Wood? Straw? No Matt. You have no foundation. You have built your career on a house of cards and at Survivor Series as usual it's all going to come tumbling down. If you'll excuse me I have business elsewhere. Not more important business, just business. Not looking forward to this one...
Corbin walks out of shot