But this was the Suplex Shooter in his natural habitat: surrounded by darkness with lonely cynicism creeping up on him with every move his body made. The camera had shown only his restless and relentless face thanks to the glow of the television that stood only a foot away from his nose. After a bit of silence, the vignette progressively picked unp audio from the unknown film AJ was watching. A lethal quote at the hands of the BBW Champion had revealed exactly what Warner was watching, and it was probably not the first time he had gone over this remarkable moment.
”Once I sink my fangs into you…you don’t survive.”
AJ's face grew brighter thanks to the infamous explosion of the hearse following the main event. But the film kept going, AJ's eyes remaining the same. His chin rested on his thumb with his fist covering his mouth, but as soon as Warner's moment took place, the Shooter mouthed his own vicious words that resulted in the temporary hospitalization of the glorified champion.
And the audible cheers of the audience from before had suddenly turned into a unanimous gasp that took the air out of the entire stadium. The shocked silence was far louder than the amount of boos that was a result of the crowd's discomfort with the scene. During this attack, a smile crept over AJ's malicious face. He then paused the video, and looked towards his iPhone that was finally charging after staying under the radar for some time. He scrolled through the long list of alerts, and eventually the evil smile that only AJ could do had evolved into a joyous laugh.
"You see this?"
Warner turned the phone towards the camera's direction, and after the blinding light had became easy to read, it showed a list of missed calls from the recently released superstar that was Jarel Damone. As the Shooter locked his phone, he began to put it on the coffee table in front of him and focus his attention back towards his viewers.
"Twenty-one... Twenty. One. Missed. Calls. All in the span of two weeks by a really... and I mean... reeeaaalllyyy clingy girl. About a month ago, Jarel gave me a call and he said, 'Hey Mr. Warner, it's some generic nickname, I was interested in having you come back to help teach me a few things and help me grab a world title. You scratch my back... I scratch yours.' And even I was humbled. To have a sixteen year professional come to a dysfunctional mess of a man to pick apart his brain and improve? Well of course, my reaction was to help this poor boy become a man for once. But something didn't feel right, making an emotional decision rather than a rational one never settled too well with me."
"So I went over his highlights, his biggest matches throughout his storied career, and it dawned on me. The sad truth for most wrestlers here, is that they just, don't, have it. Jarel didn't improve in any fashion throughout his life, or at least that's what the film showed. But there were times he showed real hunger, and I wanted to believe in his false sense of ambition... but obviously, he never matured from his debut. So I ignored all his requests, left him dry. I kept him off my radar, cause quite frankly, he didn't deserve my help. He'll never learn how to talk the talk, and his walk was worse than mine is today. Jarel Damone is nothing but another p***y, who was so dependent on having me help him win, that he thought he could take it easy during his build up to his title match. And Salem, I'm not impressed that you capitalized on that."
"You knew he wasn't worthy of your belt, and beating a boy trapped in a man's body is no accomplishment. So what did you do? Make some big deal of your title defense by blowing up the car he was in. That's cute, champ. Real cute. Making a momentous occasion of beating down a misled boy. Do you take pride in the fact you beat him like a child? Or do you just need that big moment to hype your own name?... Pffftt. Disgusting. Good thing for you I found a cure for this sickness in my stomach. I knew you were going to win, Salem, we all did. The only people who said otherwise were both of Damone's imaginary fans. So I needed a new plan. And after sleepless nights of watching film and researching the rest of this roster, I found out two wonderful things unbeknownst to me. The first? That this group of young warriors all have the ability to knock that paper crown off your head. The second? That Ryan ******** Killman is the only man who will take your title and never give it back. A lot of transitional champions like you are always so defensive... but I found someone who champion or not, is always gonna deliver the first strike... and the last. But I'm a selfless guy, Salem. I always have been. Because me and Ryan both came up a plan to get rid of your poison in this company to help one another, to help teach these fans what a hero and an upcoming legend truly is! After all, it's what real good guys do. So you're gonna learn real quick, kid... That change is all around you. Every step you take, every word you slur, you are just inching nearer and nearer to that change you used to speak so highly of. And you're gonna learn that from here on out, Ryan Killman makes the decisions, NOT some false prophet... because Ryan Killman, ALWAYS comes out... on TOP."
Exit promo and enter the new era of professional wrestling.
