Post by NVR Staff on Dec 11, 2019 23:31:59 GMT -5
RECORDED EARLIER...
The opening shot begins with a dark backdrop as we clearly see the leather material of a jacket in the foreground of the shot. Then the sound of an Irish accent rings out through the room as the person's head turns to the left and we get a side view from one of NVR's newest signings, Maverick.
MAVERICK: I... was robbed. Blatantly fucking robbed. Jack Tillman, I thought you got the trick, but when I seen you open that briefcase and watched you get that NVR World Championship shot... I'd think there's no other better word to put it than fuming.
Maverick turns around to face the camera, a stern look in his eyes.
MAVERICK: Tillman, you came from nowhere to be shot right into my match. The match I should have fucking won to begin with, but your injection into it caused me nothing more than a loss... the painful truth you took a chance at the big one away from me... and the ever-living nightmare I've to live with knowing damn well that I have to watch you some night walk out with the briefcase and watch you cash it in and possibly win the NVR World Championship... it makes it even more of a worse dilemma when you were supposed to be barred from title contention altogether. You shouldn't have even been NEAR that match!
The grittiness in his voice begins to show, he's showing teeth and the pure anger in his eyes is fiery.
MAVERICK: But I do have a solution to these things, Jack. So long as I live and breathe, so long as I am apart of this roster, and so long as you have that briefcase, Jack... I won't fucking let you near my NVR World Championship. And sooner rather than later, Jack, you'll give up fighting and you'll have to come to terms that I am too fucking intelligent for you. Hell, maybe you'll even give the briefcase to someone who deserves the damned thing.
A smirk begins to grow slowly across his face.
MAVERICK: See you around, Jackie boy.
Scene cuts to static.
The opening shot begins with a dark backdrop as we clearly see the leather material of a jacket in the foreground of the shot. Then the sound of an Irish accent rings out through the room as the person's head turns to the left and we get a side view from one of NVR's newest signings, Maverick.
MAVERICK: I... was robbed. Blatantly fucking robbed. Jack Tillman, I thought you got the trick, but when I seen you open that briefcase and watched you get that NVR World Championship shot... I'd think there's no other better word to put it than fuming.
Maverick turns around to face the camera, a stern look in his eyes.
MAVERICK: Tillman, you came from nowhere to be shot right into my match. The match I should have fucking won to begin with, but your injection into it caused me nothing more than a loss... the painful truth you took a chance at the big one away from me... and the ever-living nightmare I've to live with knowing damn well that I have to watch you some night walk out with the briefcase and watch you cash it in and possibly win the NVR World Championship... it makes it even more of a worse dilemma when you were supposed to be barred from title contention altogether. You shouldn't have even been NEAR that match!
The grittiness in his voice begins to show, he's showing teeth and the pure anger in his eyes is fiery.
MAVERICK: But I do have a solution to these things, Jack. So long as I live and breathe, so long as I am apart of this roster, and so long as you have that briefcase, Jack... I won't fucking let you near my NVR World Championship. And sooner rather than later, Jack, you'll give up fighting and you'll have to come to terms that I am too fucking intelligent for you. Hell, maybe you'll even give the briefcase to someone who deserves the damned thing.
A smirk begins to grow slowly across his face.
MAVERICK: See you around, Jackie boy.
Scene cuts to static.
