Post by R.W. Randolph on Mar 17, 2011 2:11:32 GMT -5
((OOC note: sorry for the lateness, was going to post it at work, but work's internet was down. Just now got home. 
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(Fade in.)
"You kind of had to know this was coming, didn't you?"
(His last PWE appearance left with him but a partial victory in his eyes. Sure, he defeated the Known Unknown. He even added a second mask to his collection of hoods ripped from this man's face. But his nemesis fled, identity intact. TKU took the coward's way out. Please try to hide your shock. At this point, R.W. knows that this war is going to end one of two ways: with the world knowing who the man behind the mask is once and for all or with the masked man running away, never to be seen again.
R.W. is in his standard room, clad in a black Loudness T-shirt, blue jeans, and black cowboy boots. Against the Wall is Mask #1, still ice-picked to the R.W. logo that acts as a backdrop. In the Saint's hands is Mask #2. He speaks, his voice directed to the cameraman and, by extention, the TV audience..)
Randolph: Now I'm sure you're asking yourself what I am doing here? Why am I taking up television time that could be used to talk about Charlie Sheen? After all, I'm not booked this week. I was probably not going to be booked next week, either. Well, I'll answer that question in a moment.
Before I do that, I'm going to discuss the other serious issue going on in the world of R.W. Randolph. I am talking about Devon D... I mean the Known Unknown's little vanishing act after I collected my second trophy off of him. I sincerely hope the masked man bought these things by the gross. I am kind of getting used to the idea of pulling these things off of your face. And it will continue to happen until I claim the last mask. Or until you leave PWE, never to return again. Because I know for a fact that I'm not going anywhere until I get one of those things to happen.
Fact is, we haven't seen or heard from him since Crowning Glory. That could means he has run away with his tail tucked between his legs, giving me what I want. Something tells me that we're not that lucky, however. In other words, he's off somewhere trying to plan his next attack on me. If that is indeed the case, fine. It's time to draw out the Masked Man...
(A knowing smirk forms on the lips of the Former Universal Champion. With what he just said, his motives are transparent. The PWE fanbase knows what he's thinking. They know what he has in mind for Solitary. They know what he plans to do to accomplish his goals. He tosses the mask aside as he continues, his words only confirm what everyone already knows.)
Randolph: That brings me back to the original question: What am I doing here? We know the End I am looking to achieve: Draw out the Known Unknown, if he's still running around here. All that's missing is the Means. For this, I would like to thank our reigning PWE Universal "Champion". You see, he decides that he wants to show off just how good he is by issuing an open challenge. Not putting the belt on the line, mind you; that would involve him actually BEING a Champion.
I imagine something stinks about this, but I'll bite. I am honestly failing to see a down-side for me taking this match. His goons coming after me? The numbers aren't in his favor. They'd have 2 Amigos and an army of Enemigoes coming after them. If he lies about putting in a good word for me, so what? I don't need him to put in a good word for me. I can just knock on C2's door and I'll get that shot if I want it. And before you turn around and ask your lawyers if that's possible, it is. Blake Gold getting involved? I don't care. He is 1-dimensional and I can deal with that dimension however I see fit. The Known Unknown getting involved? That gives me what I want.
So with all due respect to Trent Taylor and Angelica James, I think it's fair for Ms. Rodriguez to go ahead and rearrange the card: Torino is gonna get a Main Event WORTH talking about...
(R.W. leans close to the camera. More use of body language to prove a point. R.W. wants the person he is addressing to know he means business and by way of the camera, he wants to appear like he's getting in his face. This is where having a good cameraman comes in handy, as he similarly zooms in on the Broken Saint's face. Randolph speaks, directing his words at Josten.)
Randolph: I have nothing to lose from this match. My legacy is written in stone, and there's really no need to repeat all those things I've accomplished. All you have to do is look at the highlight reels of the dying days of Colo, the dying days of ICE, and for the entire existence of PWE. I've earned my stripes and now I can just use my position to generate interest in matches. If anyone has something to lose, it's you, Erik.
That's right, Vato. You are one of only 2 Universal "Champions" to have not defended the title at a PPV. The other one being Lee Stone. The difference with Stone was, he had a very short reign. He won the title at rEvolution 2 years ago and lost it on a Solitary to 'Bashi. He may have been all lovey dovey with Connolly, but he at least defended his belt. That's more than I can say for you. I don't know what kind of deal you have with Ms. Rodriguez that lets you get handed a Universal Title shot without doing anything, lets you benefit from Dylan Cage having an off-night, and lets you NOT defend the Universal Title, but it's a load of horse shit. That's why I'm refeuse to properly refer to you as the top dog in PWE. As far as I'm concerned, you're a place-holder. You are here to shine the belt up and make it look pretty until All-Star Weekend, when Blake Gold kicks your ass all over that arena. Yes, I'm calling it now: If you face Gold at All-Star Weekend, you will lose.
But things can change, Erik. They can always change. You could always act like a champion, but they could be too much to ask from you. You could always finally show why you were considered worthy of that belt to begin with. If it involves sexually explicit pictures of Amerie, I think I'll take a pass. In either event, you can make me change my mind on the outcome. I just don't feel you can measure up to the Gold Standard. There is something else that can change, though...
(R.W. leans back, and the camera man zooms away. The Broken Saint finds himself, pacing for a few moments, gathering his thoughts. As he faces the screen once again, his face twists in a somewhat uncomfortable manner. After a shrug, he continues.)
Randolph: I went there, so I'll have to follow through with it. Here's the deal Josten: if you face me and win, however you decide to do so, you can continue your little bullshit masquerade as Champion and I can give a fuck less. If I win, you have to face me again at next Solitary, with the belt on the line. The way I see it, if The Known Unknown doesn't show his face, I can either make a Champion of you or I can give the PWE it's first two-time Universal Champion. We can call it a "Gentleman's Agreement" if you like, but it's non-negotiable. If I beat you, you'll have to face me for that belt. You'll either accept the deal, and it'll be a normal match. You reneg on the deal, I pull the strings and the match happens under Catch Rules, which is much more up my alley.
Now that the gauntlet is laid down and we both know you have more to lose than I do, maybe you can do us all a favor and actually behave like a god damned champion. Good night, bad night, I know either way you'll be a tough opponent. I know there are whispers going around wondering if I still have what it takes. Maybe I do. Maybe I don't. All I know is that you have talked about this long rise to the top you've had like no one else in the world has had to struggle for a day in their lives. I am not gonna talk about my accolades again here because greatest didn't come naturally for me. For me, the highlights began in National Guard Armories, High School Gymnasiums, and Family Y's throughout the Southeast. I busted my ass for a long time before I got to the big time, and when I got there, I made the most of it. Not everyone can say that, Vato.
I can't match you strength for strength, but I can leave you Knocked Out... or Clocked Out!
(R.W. lets loose his trademark snarl and then leaves. Will the former Citizen Truth be ready for R.W. Randolph?
Fade out.)
))(Fade in.)
"You kind of had to know this was coming, didn't you?"
(His last PWE appearance left with him but a partial victory in his eyes. Sure, he defeated the Known Unknown. He even added a second mask to his collection of hoods ripped from this man's face. But his nemesis fled, identity intact. TKU took the coward's way out. Please try to hide your shock. At this point, R.W. knows that this war is going to end one of two ways: with the world knowing who the man behind the mask is once and for all or with the masked man running away, never to be seen again.
R.W. is in his standard room, clad in a black Loudness T-shirt, blue jeans, and black cowboy boots. Against the Wall is Mask #1, still ice-picked to the R.W. logo that acts as a backdrop. In the Saint's hands is Mask #2. He speaks, his voice directed to the cameraman and, by extention, the TV audience..)
Randolph: Now I'm sure you're asking yourself what I am doing here? Why am I taking up television time that could be used to talk about Charlie Sheen? After all, I'm not booked this week. I was probably not going to be booked next week, either. Well, I'll answer that question in a moment.
Before I do that, I'm going to discuss the other serious issue going on in the world of R.W. Randolph. I am talking about Devon D... I mean the Known Unknown's little vanishing act after I collected my second trophy off of him. I sincerely hope the masked man bought these things by the gross. I am kind of getting used to the idea of pulling these things off of your face. And it will continue to happen until I claim the last mask. Or until you leave PWE, never to return again. Because I know for a fact that I'm not going anywhere until I get one of those things to happen.
Fact is, we haven't seen or heard from him since Crowning Glory. That could means he has run away with his tail tucked between his legs, giving me what I want. Something tells me that we're not that lucky, however. In other words, he's off somewhere trying to plan his next attack on me. If that is indeed the case, fine. It's time to draw out the Masked Man...
(A knowing smirk forms on the lips of the Former Universal Champion. With what he just said, his motives are transparent. The PWE fanbase knows what he's thinking. They know what he has in mind for Solitary. They know what he plans to do to accomplish his goals. He tosses the mask aside as he continues, his words only confirm what everyone already knows.)
Randolph: That brings me back to the original question: What am I doing here? We know the End I am looking to achieve: Draw out the Known Unknown, if he's still running around here. All that's missing is the Means. For this, I would like to thank our reigning PWE Universal "Champion". You see, he decides that he wants to show off just how good he is by issuing an open challenge. Not putting the belt on the line, mind you; that would involve him actually BEING a Champion.
I imagine something stinks about this, but I'll bite. I am honestly failing to see a down-side for me taking this match. His goons coming after me? The numbers aren't in his favor. They'd have 2 Amigos and an army of Enemigoes coming after them. If he lies about putting in a good word for me, so what? I don't need him to put in a good word for me. I can just knock on C2's door and I'll get that shot if I want it. And before you turn around and ask your lawyers if that's possible, it is. Blake Gold getting involved? I don't care. He is 1-dimensional and I can deal with that dimension however I see fit. The Known Unknown getting involved? That gives me what I want.
So with all due respect to Trent Taylor and Angelica James, I think it's fair for Ms. Rodriguez to go ahead and rearrange the card: Torino is gonna get a Main Event WORTH talking about...
(R.W. leans close to the camera. More use of body language to prove a point. R.W. wants the person he is addressing to know he means business and by way of the camera, he wants to appear like he's getting in his face. This is where having a good cameraman comes in handy, as he similarly zooms in on the Broken Saint's face. Randolph speaks, directing his words at Josten.)
Randolph: I have nothing to lose from this match. My legacy is written in stone, and there's really no need to repeat all those things I've accomplished. All you have to do is look at the highlight reels of the dying days of Colo, the dying days of ICE, and for the entire existence of PWE. I've earned my stripes and now I can just use my position to generate interest in matches. If anyone has something to lose, it's you, Erik.
That's right, Vato. You are one of only 2 Universal "Champions" to have not defended the title at a PPV. The other one being Lee Stone. The difference with Stone was, he had a very short reign. He won the title at rEvolution 2 years ago and lost it on a Solitary to 'Bashi. He may have been all lovey dovey with Connolly, but he at least defended his belt. That's more than I can say for you. I don't know what kind of deal you have with Ms. Rodriguez that lets you get handed a Universal Title shot without doing anything, lets you benefit from Dylan Cage having an off-night, and lets you NOT defend the Universal Title, but it's a load of horse shit. That's why I'm refeuse to properly refer to you as the top dog in PWE. As far as I'm concerned, you're a place-holder. You are here to shine the belt up and make it look pretty until All-Star Weekend, when Blake Gold kicks your ass all over that arena. Yes, I'm calling it now: If you face Gold at All-Star Weekend, you will lose.
But things can change, Erik. They can always change. You could always act like a champion, but they could be too much to ask from you. You could always finally show why you were considered worthy of that belt to begin with. If it involves sexually explicit pictures of Amerie, I think I'll take a pass. In either event, you can make me change my mind on the outcome. I just don't feel you can measure up to the Gold Standard. There is something else that can change, though...
(R.W. leans back, and the camera man zooms away. The Broken Saint finds himself, pacing for a few moments, gathering his thoughts. As he faces the screen once again, his face twists in a somewhat uncomfortable manner. After a shrug, he continues.)
Randolph: I went there, so I'll have to follow through with it. Here's the deal Josten: if you face me and win, however you decide to do so, you can continue your little bullshit masquerade as Champion and I can give a fuck less. If I win, you have to face me again at next Solitary, with the belt on the line. The way I see it, if The Known Unknown doesn't show his face, I can either make a Champion of you or I can give the PWE it's first two-time Universal Champion. We can call it a "Gentleman's Agreement" if you like, but it's non-negotiable. If I beat you, you'll have to face me for that belt. You'll either accept the deal, and it'll be a normal match. You reneg on the deal, I pull the strings and the match happens under Catch Rules, which is much more up my alley.
Now that the gauntlet is laid down and we both know you have more to lose than I do, maybe you can do us all a favor and actually behave like a god damned champion. Good night, bad night, I know either way you'll be a tough opponent. I know there are whispers going around wondering if I still have what it takes. Maybe I do. Maybe I don't. All I know is that you have talked about this long rise to the top you've had like no one else in the world has had to struggle for a day in their lives. I am not gonna talk about my accolades again here because greatest didn't come naturally for me. For me, the highlights began in National Guard Armories, High School Gymnasiums, and Family Y's throughout the Southeast. I busted my ass for a long time before I got to the big time, and when I got there, I made the most of it. Not everyone can say that, Vato.
I can't match you strength for strength, but I can leave you Knocked Out... or Clocked Out!
(R.W. lets loose his trademark snarl and then leaves. Will the former Citizen Truth be ready for R.W. Randolph?
Fade out.)
