Fade in.
"You're a punk ass bitch, whose about to get his ass whooped all over the great divide if you keep bringing my name up, you little cock sucker." As everything begins to unscramble, we slowly come to realize Sean Hunter is standing there in a black shirt with variation pinstripes going down the shirt, and the top button is unbuttoned to find a black shirt underneath it. Step by step in his fade designer jeans, Sean isn't angry, rather, he's smiling. But, he does stop for a moment to fix the white ball cap that is on his head, which is facing backwards. "Alot of people don't like you, do they? They think you're a punk ass whose getting ahead of himself, and honestly, I can't argue with that. I can't argue with the fact that you, Scott Addams, deserve nothing more than to be crippled. Maybe then you would understand the world for what it really is, maybe then you wouldn't make up some bullshit that you completely falsified." Taking a moment, he begins to walk through the still dark setting, but not ominious, but rather empty. "You think people fall for your bullshit, kid? You think they believe the words that are coming out of your mouth? They don't. No one believes a damn word that comes out of Scott Addams mouth, because Scott Addams completely negates what happens behind the camera, what happens when people like him need a push. Kayfabe or not, I'm not here to play games with this faggot. I built you up, and I will tear your fucking ass down. I will rip you from the platform you've put yourself on. Think about it, think real long and hard, and tell me that I can't do it. Tell me that I can't obliterate you. Because, facts are facts, and though you may choose to ignore them, they still remain. You think people like Decaine wanted you on top? Get a fucking clue. But, you sell. That's the whole point. You sell tickets based off the fact that people come to the arena to watch you get your ass beat, and have those ignorant words you speak shoved down your goddamn throat."
Sean Hunter was back for the first time doing a promo in almost three years, but more than anything this came about from Sean Hunter doing color commentary at the last DWA show, which signified he was working for this company.
"You're a bitch." He gave out that rattle snake grin that is famous world wide, "What you don't seem to get is that you make it as far as I, and the rest of the wrestling diety say you do. When we say it's time to cut you off, you die. You crawl into a hole, and no one will ever give a shit about you, or your pitiful life ever again. I gave you my helping hand, whether you realize it or not, I helped you become this big, and I will tear you down, you took things you learned from me in the ring, and applied them to every match you compete in. The truth of the matter is Scott, you're nobody. You're a little kid who has lost his way, and if you continue down this path, I won't help you find your way, I'll be the guy who snatches you up, and your parents will never see you again."
Did you just compare yourself to a kidnapper? Maybe a pedophile?
"METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING FUCKFACE!"
Anyway, continuing on.
"I'm not here to waste my time, because, you are, in fact, a waste of time. I have a match to prepare for, but even more so, I have found that wasting my time with you is inevitably pointless. I'm not going to sit here, and tell you anything else. I'm not going to tell these people the truth about our matches, and how many you've actually lost to me. I'll give you your moment in the sun, but soon.. very very soon Scott, when we meet again, you're going to find out very quickly, that fucking with me is your death. And, I will kill you. I will break three bones in your body, and as you begin to drown in a puddle of your own blood. I will leave you there to die, and if the paramedics do decide to come get you? More power to them. But, at the end of the day, it doesn't even matter. The message will have been left, and you will be as useful as a three-legged dog."
Smiling one more time, he begins to slowly pull out cigarettes and lighter.
"This is a muder scene - and you're the fucking victim."
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