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(The camera opens and slowly adjusts to low level lighting as it pans down over a dish drainer, with dishes slowly drip drying. The water turns off as the camera pans over to Adrenaline sliding a pan into a small refridgerator. It's clear it isn't his kitchen, as he closes the door he glances up at the camera and looks momentarily shaken.)
Adrenaline: Damn...do you guys pick a time to go live. Well, nothing like dinner at mom's house to remind you about what really matters.
(Adrenaline sighs as he slides into a chair, with a small hole in the back of it, and the padding falling out. He absently mindly picks it as he starts to talk.)
Adrenaline: Of course tomorrow, it's back to the real deal. Training to get the job done. Getting ready for Tempesta who managed to pull out a twist of fate in the last match. Although this time you won't be saved by the bell.
(Adrenaline realizes he's picking at the chair and stops.)
Adrenaline: No matter how much me and my brother try to take care of moms, she refuses to move out of this place. It's where we were raised and she said no matter how much money we make, or how big of a house we got her, it wouldn't have the memories...
(Adrenaline sighs again and then looks into the camera, his charming smile filling his face.)
Adrenaline: It's that simple Tempesta. I'm not some thug. I'm not the rich kid playing pretend. I simply wrestle to prove to myself and everybody else that I am as good as I believe myself to be. I'm real. No filler. I don't need to hang out in underground warehouse with my S&M buddies nor do I *have* to prove my sexual prowless by cutting promos filled with strippers. What I choose to do maybe something totally different, but again it's a choice. And this week, I choose to pound your face into the pavement. Now you have some choices. You can wisely choose to remain holed up in whatever rat infested place you're hiding at this week or you can choose to open your mouth and spit out more words that I'll have to force feed you when you're holding your stomach, wondering if your that's your stomach or intestines hanging out of that gash on your side.
(Adrenaline stands up and pushes the chair into the table and grabs his keys off the table and faces the camera one last time.)
Adrenaline: This week is full of choices for you Tempesta..but for me, I have no options left but to win.
(Adrenaline walks out as the camera pans to a counter top clock that is ticking slowly before the shot fades to black.
Adrenaline: Damn...do you guys pick a time to go live. Well, nothing like dinner at mom's house to remind you about what really matters.
(Adrenaline sighs as he slides into a chair, with a small hole in the back of it, and the padding falling out. He absently mindly picks it as he starts to talk.)
Adrenaline: Of course tomorrow, it's back to the real deal. Training to get the job done. Getting ready for Tempesta who managed to pull out a twist of fate in the last match. Although this time you won't be saved by the bell.
(Adrenaline realizes he's picking at the chair and stops.)
Adrenaline: No matter how much me and my brother try to take care of moms, she refuses to move out of this place. It's where we were raised and she said no matter how much money we make, or how big of a house we got her, it wouldn't have the memories...
(Adrenaline sighs again and then looks into the camera, his charming smile filling his face.)
Adrenaline: It's that simple Tempesta. I'm not some thug. I'm not the rich kid playing pretend. I simply wrestle to prove to myself and everybody else that I am as good as I believe myself to be. I'm real. No filler. I don't need to hang out in underground warehouse with my S&M buddies nor do I *have* to prove my sexual prowless by cutting promos filled with strippers. What I choose to do maybe something totally different, but again it's a choice. And this week, I choose to pound your face into the pavement. Now you have some choices. You can wisely choose to remain holed up in whatever rat infested place you're hiding at this week or you can choose to open your mouth and spit out more words that I'll have to force feed you when you're holding your stomach, wondering if your that's your stomach or intestines hanging out of that gash on your side.
(Adrenaline stands up and pushes the chair into the table and grabs his keys off the table and faces the camera one last time.)
Adrenaline: This week is full of choices for you Tempesta..but for me, I have no options left but to win.
(Adrenaline walks out as the camera pans to a counter top clock that is ticking slowly before the shot fades to black.