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Post by Sniper on Oct 11, 2024 1:04:09 GMT
(The scene opens at an abandoned railyard late at night. Rusted train cars, stacks of wooden pallets, and old, graffitied metal containers line the area. The moonlight casts an eerie glow over the scene, and a distant horn echoes through the air. In the middle of the railyard, Sniper is pacing back and forth. He’s wearing a black leather jacket over a dark tank top, his face intense and focused. He stops, staring directly into the camera as it zooms in, capturing the fire in his eyes.)
Sniper: Crash and Burn—yeah, that name’s starting to feel a little too real. I had TJ Alexander where I wanted him, had that match in my grip. And then, somehow, someway, he slipped through. Fine. It happens. But I want you all to understand something—this isn’t the end of that story. It’s just a chapter.
(Sniper’s expression hardens, and he points to the camera with a look of determination.)
Sniper: TJ, we’re not done. You might’ve walked out with that Intercontinental Championship, but you’re not off my radar. Oh no. You’ve got something that belongs to me, and sooner or later, I’m gonna take it. But that’s for another day. Right now, I’ve got my eyes set on something else—X Rated. Triple threat match. ECE Southern Title.
(He starts walking down the row of train cars, each step echoing through the empty yard. The camera follows him, capturing the cold steel and shadows that fill the area.)
Sniper: "Maniac. Real Deal. Two names that carry weight around here, no doubt about that. But let’s start with Maniac. Yeah, I saw what you did at Crash and Burn. You turned on your own brother, and in front of the whole world, you helped Solom Noctourne steal that World Title. And hey, I can respect that kind of cold, calculated move. It takes guts. It takes a special kind of man to look his own blood in the eye and say, ‘This is where you fall.’ Maniac, the so-called former enforcer of the Huttman family. I’ve heard the whispers—how you turned your back on Crush at Crash and Burn. You think that makes you some kind of badass? You think that gives you the edge? Let me tell you something, it doesn’t. It shows me that you’ve lost your way. You’ve let emotions cloud your judgment, and you think that makes you dangerous? No, my friend, it makes you a liability. You turned on your own blood, and now you’re running scared, thinking you can rely on that Southern Title to hold you up.
(Sniper chuckles, shaking his head as he leans against a rusted train car.)
Sniper: But here’s the thing, Maniac. You might think that makes you a big deal, some kind of ruthless game-changer. But I’ve been around long enough to know the truth. That move you pulled? It’s just one moment, one act of betrayal. And that doesn’t make you the baddest guy in this business. It just makes you desperate. It shows me that you’re willing to do anything to get noticed. But when you’re standing in the ring with me, you’re gonna need a hell of a lot more than guts. Real Deal, you were riding high with that Southern Title wrapped around your waist, but now? Now you’re clinging to it like a life raft in a sea of uncertainty. And what do you have to show for it? A history of friendship and loyalty, which, let's be real, doesn’t mean a damn thing in this match. I’ve watched you get soft, get comfortable, thinking you could just ride that wave of nostalgia and family ties all the way to the bank. But guess what? Nostalgia doesn’t win matches.
(He straightens up, his eyes narrowing as his voice becomes even more intense.)
Sniper: "Maniac, you might think you’ve got some edge, some dark side that makes you untouchable, but let me tell you something—I’ve faced guys like you my entire career. Guys who think turning on their own family makes them tough. But you know what? That doesn’t mean a damn thing when you’re up against someone like me. You see, I’ve bled for this business. I’ve fought in every hellhole you can imagine, from the dingy backrooms to the bright lights. And you? You’re just another name."
(The camera pans to Sniper’s clenched fists, showing the intensity in his expression as he walks further down the railyard. He kicks a stack of wooden pallets aside as he continues.)
Sniper: And then there’s Real Deal. The man with all the history, all the accolades. Southern Champion for how long now? A few months? That’s a decent reign, and I respect that. But you know what? That reign’s coming to an end, Real Deal. See, I know what you’re all about—you’ve got that fire, that passion, that ‘never say die’ attitude. But it’s not enough. But here’s the thing: I’m not afraid of either of you. You think Maniac’s betrayal scares me? Nah. It just shows how weak you’ve become. I thrive in chaos, in the darkness. While you’re busy second-guessing your decisions and worrying about what family means, I’m sharpening my skills, preparing to unleash hell. I don’t care about your history; I don’t care about your loyalties. I’m here to take that title, and I’m going to do it by ending both of your careers.
(He stops and leans against a graffitied train car, folding his arms as he glares into the camera.)
Sniper: Real Deal, you and I have never crossed paths like this, but you know me, and you know what I’m capable of. You might’ve held onto that Southern Title for over a year, but you haven’t faced someone like me in that time. You haven’t faced a man who’s willing to tear everything down just to take what he wants. At X Rated, when that bell rings, it’s not gonna be about history or respect—it’s gonna be about who’s willing to go further, who’s willing to bleed to walk out as champion. At X Rated, it’s not just about the Southern Title. It’s about sending a message. It’s about proving that the future of ECE belongs to me. You can talk about family all you want, but when that bell rings, it’s every man for himself. And I’m going to show you just how quickly I can dismantle both of you. You want to step into my world? You better be ready for the storm that’s coming because I won’t hold back. I’ll take you both to the limit, and when the dust settles, it’s going to be clear that Sniper is the name you should fear.
(The wind picks up, rustling the debris scattered across the railyard. Sniper’s eyes narrow, and his voice drops to a low, menacing tone.)
Sniper: "See, I’ve been overlooked before. I’ve been counted out, doubted, and pushed to the side. But every time, I rise up, and every time, I take what’s mine. This triple threat match isn’t just a shot at redemption—it’s a shot at proving that I am the future of this company. And you two? You’re just stepping stones. Maniac, you can bring all that darkness, all that rage. Real Deal, you can bring your fire and passion. But when it’s all said and done, you’re both gonna be lying in that ring, looking up at the lights, while I hold that Southern Title high."
(Sniper walks over to a stack of concrete blocks, grabbing one and slamming it down with a loud thud, emphasizing his point.)
Sniper: "I don’t care how long you’ve held that title, Real Deal. I don’t care what lengths you’ve gone to, Maniac. The only thing that matters is who walks out of X Rated with that championship, and that’s gonna be me. I’m not intimidated, and I’m not backing down. I don’t care if you’re brothers, friends, or enemies. When that bell rings, there’s no alliance, no friendship—only me standing in the middle of that ring, taking what’s mine."
(He paces back and forth, his breath visible in the cold night air as he speaks with growing intensity.)
Sniper: "And for anyone out there who thinks this is just another match—who thinks I’m just another guy in the mix—you better wake up. I’m not here to play games. I’m not here to be second best. I’m here to be the best. And that starts at X Rated when I take that Southern Title and send a message to every single person in that locker room. You either step up, or you get stepped on."
(Sniper stops, standing tall as the camera zooms in on his face, capturing the raw determination in his eyes.)
Sniper: "Maniac, Real Deal, I hope you’re ready for a beating, because that’s exactly what’s coming. I’m not coming to play. I’m not coming to prove a point. I’m coming to win, and I’m coming to dominate. And when that Southern Title is around my waist, you’ll both know exactly why they call me Sniper—because I don’t miss."
(The camera slowly pans out as Sniper stands in the middle of the railyard, fists clenched and eyes locked on the camera. The cold wind whips through the air as the scene fades to black, leaving Sniper’s words hanging ominously in the night.)
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