Promo- A Brief Forewarning

[The Ill One 0]

Things are simple. The room is nothing more than a normal locker room, plagued by that musky smell, shoddy furniture, and (for whatever reason) it’s dimly lit as often seen when these sort of things happen. Simply put, it’s not exactly what one would expect for a World Champion, although the man who is the World Champion isn’t exactly who one would expect to be the World Champion. But apparently, to the Ill One, this is all just fine because suddenly he comes into view. He steps up close, awkwardly fumbling with the camera to adjust its view, and he glances behind him at a steel chair. He makes sure the World Championship Belt is seen as he slings it onto his shoulder with a cocky smirk.

 

“Well, well, well…” IL says, grabbing the chair, violently swinging it toward him, and sitting in it backwards, his arms dangling over, fingers drumming on the back of the chair. “Tod James Stuart… Tod James Stuart… I have to admit, man, I’m not exactly feeling’ it. Tod the Bod? Not exactly feelin’ that nickname either but hey, that’s your thing. Not mine.”

 

He sighs and replies, “I was just trying to be nice backstage, Tod, try to catch up with an old colleague, co-worker, acquaintance, whatever. Bbbbbuuuutttttt we just couldn’t have that, could we? No, no, no… you had to go and make it awkward, Tod, I was enjoying the change in pace of not exchanging threats with my opponents. You had to go and I have to say that I appreciate the honesty, really, I do…”

 

He stops just to pat his World Title because, well, because he can and that liberty hasn’t gotten old yet.

 

“I appreciate the fact that you respect me and I have to say that, I suppose in ways, I respect you… we can relate, you and I. We’ve shared a long time with limited success, the frustration of the business, and maybe even trying to shed ourselves of old images… but I think that’s where it all ends. See, because I’m World Champion now, I slaughtered the competition and I’m going to continue to, not just because it’s my job, not only because it’s what I love, but a lot of the time it’s since they’ve pissed me off. Va’aiga has gone through fire, S.I.N. got put through a barbed wire board coupled with a C4 explosion, and Alexander, well, we all saw what happened there, didn’t we?”

 

He pauses once again.

 

“I know, Tod, I know that you were just being honest, not exactly trying to piss me off. I have to admit, though, I have a short fuse… I have a tendency to…”

 

“Snap.”

 

“Pretty easily, too. So I’m going to be bluntly honest- you don’t want to open Pandora’s Box, Tod, I respect you enough to offer you that advice, okay? See, we may have been around each other but we don’t really know each other, do we? For example, I didn’t even know that you had a little girl… a little girl that you promised, ‘on her head,’ that you’d beat me to kick-off this revolution you oh-so desperately crave. So I’ll offer you another tidbit of advice…”

 

“Don’t bring her, don’t even let her watch, what is going to happen at Duck and Cover is something that you don’t want her to be scarred with. I mean, really, I was scarred as a child and you wouldn’t want her to end up… like me? Although, I suppose, she may just want to be more like me than her daddy, if we’re talking strictly based upon success. I’m not trying to be cruel… I’m actually just trying to run with this whole ‘honesty’ bit that I’m really diggin’.”

 

He psychotically smiles before saying, “So, Tod, you’re right- we respect each other and we’re facing each other. None of this is personal, yet, and I recommend that you keep it this way because if there is anything I have proven in the last few months- these aren’t idle threats.”

 

[JST 0]

 

This shall be, as they say, interesting...

[Toxxic 0]

IL is the first properly badass, violent World Champion we've had in AGES, and this is a good thing. Keep it up man.