(Heinrich): Oh Antoninio, my brother wasn’t kidding when he said you liked to put your foot in so deep that you’d need a shovel to get it out again.
A tutting sound comes from between his lips as he shakes his head slowly from side to side in admonishment.
(Heinrich): Out of all that you came out with just there… you did hit the nail on the head with, now what was it, ah yes, ‘sometimes their stupidity is just so abundant, it’s impossible to miss’.
You fit right into that category Maniac.
Consider the evidence.
You say that you could squash and bury me with but a snap of your fingers. Really?
Like you squashed Logan, Fallen and Draconis at “Blood, Sweat & Tears”? I seem to recall you saying the following…
The camera pans out, revealing a large flatscreen TV, PS3 console, DVD players and the like all connected up to it, but for now, all that is activated is a small portable hard-drive.
Reaching into his pocket, Heinrich pulls out the remote, switching the screen on, and then pressing play…
Onto the screen comes various snippets of past promos, edited together to form a seamless highlight reel.
(Maniac): I don’t care what I have to do or whose career I have to end at the end of this match it will be ME walking away as the number one contender… None of you can beat me, and you know it… at the pay per view, I am going to show all of you up, and put all of you down just like a bunch of bi*ches… none of you are ANYTHING compared to me… by the end of our match you’ll be seeing me standing over you victorious. And there’s simply nothing any of you can do about that.
The reel is paused, as the camera returns its full attention to Heinrich, now visibly sporting a smirk that drags his mouth up at the corners.
(Heinrich): Remind me again who won that match Maniac?
He falls silent for a few moments, before hearty laugh erupts, as he thumbs the power button on the remote for the TV, and throws it down onto the sofa behind him.
(Heinrich): Look, Maniac, you may be ‘handpicked’, and ‘able to do what you want’, but all that leeway seemingly doesn’t extend as far as winning a match against opponents who had ‘no chance’… you might intimidate someone out of pre-school with all that bluster and attitude, but I can’t actually recall a single person on this roster who’s actually taken not taken you at face value, and been forced to adjust their perception upon actually facing you.
He shucks both titles off his shoulders, and lays them down at his feet off-camera.
(Heinrich): You’re beatable, place far too much in this ‘image’ you put out, and certainly do not rank alongside Talon and Senester. Name dropping doesn’t impress me Maniac. You’re like the small child in every pack of bullies, who does nothing more than cry out insults in a high pitched whine, and then go scampering behind the others legs so they don’t get what’s coming to them. You list these attributes they have, and in doing so, make yourself pale in comparison.
You call me a joke? Really? You call the man who, to the best of my knowledge is the first man to ever unify two divisions in the HWA, and in doing so, had to defeat a former HWA world champion, a joke? On that last note, when did you last manage a former HWA world champ Maniac? I mean, if you can’t beat clearly inferior wrestlers like Logan, Draconis and Fallen, I can only guess at it being a long, long time ago now…
Let’s face facts here Maniac. I’m where I am just now due to being one tenacious bastard. I’ve taken my knocks, and I’ve kept coming back for more. I’m where I am due to my abilities being enough to not only overcome, but in some cases, totally dominate others. I’ve been asked countless times over the past few months what I’m willing to risk, and answered back emphatically.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he takes a moment’s pause, a thoughtful expression look crossing his face.
(Heinrich): So you’re a gambling man are you? You place your entire savings and ownership of Romano Enterprises on the table? Are you serious, or is that some more of that false bravado and bullsh*tting you throw out time after time? If it’s the former, alright, it’s nothing in comparison money-wise, but I’ll place down my entire car collection. You beat me; you can do what you want with them. You want to destroy them; I’ll give you the petrol and lighter myself. You want to piss all over them, I’ll hand you a bottle of water to help get you going. We’re talking classic Aston Martins, Ferrari’s, Maserati’s… real class…
Tempted?
He prods himself in the chest.
(Heinrich): I need no further encouragement to beat you Maniac; so many people have walked into that ring thinking I’ll be a pushover, and not up to scratch, only to exit that arena with one more loss on their stat sheet. My brother’s come up against you twice now, and beaten you on both occasions, and I’ve already had his words echoing in my ears for some time now, I’ve watched your tapes and done my homework. I know how to beat you. I’m capable enough to beat you. I will walk out of the MetraPark Arena the winner.
With that, he reaches off camera, and cuts the feed.
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