Post by Knight on Sept 14, 2014 22:46:44 GMT -6
We find Armed and Dangerous fast approaching, yet no word has come from the Knight/Lovecraft camp in days. Are they simply waiting for the proper moment to unleash their venom? Or did Lovecraft heed her own words and cut off ties with the outside world? Hardly. Look, here she comes now, Blackguard in tow.
Lovecraft enters the camera frame and nods to Scott, who steps up behind her. He shrugs the black gym bag from his shoulder and falls into position as she addresses the camera.
Lovecraft: Visionaries, the time is almost upon us. "Armed and Dangerous"...a rather colorful moniker. I would remind you all that my Knight is a walking weapon, an instrument of destruction wherever he may go. And at the upcoming event, three people will make the mistake of stepping into the ring against him.
She turns to run an appraising eye up and down Knight before nodding and resuming her speech.
Lovecraft: I'm sure some of you out there will harp on Vanessa's previous victory over Scott. Forget the past. It is dead and buried behind us for a reason. Yesterday has moved on, and so should we. Then we have Carson. A man who has made almost as much impact through his words as his actions within the company. But I have faith in my dear Scott. And that faith is firm that he will find his way to the final contestant in the contest...Jones.
Knight straightens his already stoic stance at the mention of Stacy. His expressions darkens even further as his eyes, firmly affixed on his Mistress, light up.
Lovecraft: Stacy Jones. Not that long ago, you saw fit to put your hands on me in an act of unprovoked aggression.
She rubs her jaw, almost unconsciously.
Lovecraft: All I have done is attempt to offer your companion a bit of empathy. I know what she needs, Stacy. Whether you realize it or not, I am the one best equipped to offer her just what she really desires. But that is not the matter at hand. What matters now is the upcoming match.
The Mistress turns her head, her eyes looking off into the distance. A moment passes before Knight clears his throat. Shaken from her moment of distraction, Lilith returns her attention once again to the camera.
Lovecraft: A four-way match for the Xcel Championship. A title that my Knight was unable to compete for due to outside interference. Do I recognize the importance of championships in this business? Of course I do. Do I desire my Knight bringing that belt back to me? In truth, I could care less. Scott?
Knight steps forward and kneels before the Mistress. She places a hand on his shoulder and smiles.
Lovecraft: Take the belt if you wish. Break Carson and Vanessa if you can. But above all else, I desire only one thing in this match...I want Stacy Jones BROKEN.
Knight's eyes flash as he nods his understanding. Lovecraft smiles again, this time looking absolutely malevolent as she does.
Lovecraft: The title is far secondary to your purpose this time. I want vengeance against Jones. I want retribution. I want payback for what she did to me. First and foremost, I want her to suffer for what she did to me. You'll do that for me, won't you Scott?
Knight: Of course, m'lady.
Lovecraft: Excellent...I know you will not disappoint.
Lovecraft enters the camera frame and nods to Scott, who steps up behind her. He shrugs the black gym bag from his shoulder and falls into position as she addresses the camera.
Lovecraft: Visionaries, the time is almost upon us. "Armed and Dangerous"...a rather colorful moniker. I would remind you all that my Knight is a walking weapon, an instrument of destruction wherever he may go. And at the upcoming event, three people will make the mistake of stepping into the ring against him.
She turns to run an appraising eye up and down Knight before nodding and resuming her speech.
Lovecraft: I'm sure some of you out there will harp on Vanessa's previous victory over Scott. Forget the past. It is dead and buried behind us for a reason. Yesterday has moved on, and so should we. Then we have Carson. A man who has made almost as much impact through his words as his actions within the company. But I have faith in my dear Scott. And that faith is firm that he will find his way to the final contestant in the contest...Jones.
Knight straightens his already stoic stance at the mention of Stacy. His expressions darkens even further as his eyes, firmly affixed on his Mistress, light up.
Lovecraft: Stacy Jones. Not that long ago, you saw fit to put your hands on me in an act of unprovoked aggression.
She rubs her jaw, almost unconsciously.
Lovecraft: All I have done is attempt to offer your companion a bit of empathy. I know what she needs, Stacy. Whether you realize it or not, I am the one best equipped to offer her just what she really desires. But that is not the matter at hand. What matters now is the upcoming match.
The Mistress turns her head, her eyes looking off into the distance. A moment passes before Knight clears his throat. Shaken from her moment of distraction, Lilith returns her attention once again to the camera.
Lovecraft: A four-way match for the Xcel Championship. A title that my Knight was unable to compete for due to outside interference. Do I recognize the importance of championships in this business? Of course I do. Do I desire my Knight bringing that belt back to me? In truth, I could care less. Scott?
Knight steps forward and kneels before the Mistress. She places a hand on his shoulder and smiles.
Lovecraft: Take the belt if you wish. Break Carson and Vanessa if you can. But above all else, I desire only one thing in this match...I want Stacy Jones BROKEN.
Knight's eyes flash as he nods his understanding. Lovecraft smiles again, this time looking absolutely malevolent as she does.
Lovecraft: The title is far secondary to your purpose this time. I want vengeance against Jones. I want retribution. I want payback for what she did to me. First and foremost, I want her to suffer for what she did to me. You'll do that for me, won't you Scott?
Knight: Of course, m'lady.
Lovecraft: Excellent...I know you will not disappoint.