So the last survivor was not a good night for the club. The time for redemption had come and right now it would be at the expense of the so-called GOAT of EBWF, the golden boy of the company was about to be taken down a road he had no clue was a path he was about to be taken down. The truth of the matter was, Adam Cole was in a bad mood right now and all those feelings were about to be unleashed upon Chris Jericho.
The scene would open up somewhere outside, there was an esky filled to the brim with beers and around this esky was every member of the Bullet Club. Each one of them had a beer in hand as they stood around chatting to themselves. Then all of a sudden, Adam Cole turned to face the camera as he began to speak directly to whoever was watching.
ADAM COLE:
“Ever since I arrived here on EBWF, I’ve proven that I was BETTER than everyone they threw in that damn ring against me, then at Last Survivor they decided that they would change it up, they would make it a damn triple threat for a title opportunity that I damn well EARNED! Now I demand a rematch but I will get to that when the time is right. However now my sights are set upon a new target this week…”
Adam paused a moment as Fale passed him another beer as Adam finished the last of his current one. Then he would continue.
ADAM COLE:
“Chris freakin Jericho! How the powers that be have thrown you to the WOLVES because here’s the thing BAY BAY I am not in a good mood so when we step into that ring, I won’t be worried about victories or defeats, I’ll just be worrying about how many times I can kick you before you fall!”
He let these words sink in a little as he twisted off the cap and then took a swig from his new beer. While he did that, he smugly smirked into the camera lens while his eyes remained focused in a hard glare. It was quite obvious that he was both angry and confident at this moment.
ADAM COLE:
“So Jericho since they call you the GOAT, you may now refer to me as the Shepherd or better yet, call me the shears as I’m about to take you on a one way trip to a slaughterhouse and you won’t be returning because with a few well placed kicks and you’d be better off retired!”
Adam let out a rather large sigh as he glanced up at the sky, he took a large swig of his beer as Prince Devitt stepped into view.
PRINCE DEVITT | THE PRINCE:
“Jericho, you’re going to be the example we leave for the rest of the locker room as the Bullet club isn’t here to play games, we’re here to kick ass and take names. We’re here to take over and that was supposed to begin with the Breakout Championship but unfortunately Adam was screwed out of his one on one match. So hopefully after we leave you laid out in the middle of the ring in a pool of your own blood, those powers that be, will realise just how dangerous we truly are!”
With that, Prince Devitt smashed his bottle against the camera lens and the feed would shut off abruptly.
The scene would open up somewhere outside, there was an esky filled to the brim with beers and around this esky was every member of the Bullet Club. Each one of them had a beer in hand as they stood around chatting to themselves. Then all of a sudden, Adam Cole turned to face the camera as he began to speak directly to whoever was watching.
ADAM COLE:
“Ever since I arrived here on EBWF, I’ve proven that I was BETTER than everyone they threw in that damn ring against me, then at Last Survivor they decided that they would change it up, they would make it a damn triple threat for a title opportunity that I damn well EARNED! Now I demand a rematch but I will get to that when the time is right. However now my sights are set upon a new target this week…”
Adam paused a moment as Fale passed him another beer as Adam finished the last of his current one. Then he would continue.
ADAM COLE:
“Chris freakin Jericho! How the powers that be have thrown you to the WOLVES because here’s the thing BAY BAY I am not in a good mood so when we step into that ring, I won’t be worried about victories or defeats, I’ll just be worrying about how many times I can kick you before you fall!”
He let these words sink in a little as he twisted off the cap and then took a swig from his new beer. While he did that, he smugly smirked into the camera lens while his eyes remained focused in a hard glare. It was quite obvious that he was both angry and confident at this moment.
ADAM COLE:
“So Jericho since they call you the GOAT, you may now refer to me as the Shepherd or better yet, call me the shears as I’m about to take you on a one way trip to a slaughterhouse and you won’t be returning because with a few well placed kicks and you’d be better off retired!”
Adam let out a rather large sigh as he glanced up at the sky, he took a large swig of his beer as Prince Devitt stepped into view.
PRINCE DEVITT | THE PRINCE:
“Jericho, you’re going to be the example we leave for the rest of the locker room as the Bullet club isn’t here to play games, we’re here to kick ass and take names. We’re here to take over and that was supposed to begin with the Breakout Championship but unfortunately Adam was screwed out of his one on one match. So hopefully after we leave you laid out in the middle of the ring in a pool of your own blood, those powers that be, will realise just how dangerous we truly are!”
With that, Prince Devitt smashed his bottle against the camera lens and the feed would shut off abruptly.