Post by The Kayby on Nov 1, 2020 20:13:20 GMT -5
The clang, clang, clanging of metal boots resonates through the scene before the camera fades in. The camera pans from the feet upward revealing a knight in full-plate armor polished so clearly it shines a radiant white. From well in the background two out-of-focus figures enter the scene. The masculine figure, donning a red flannel button-up, charges toward our white knight in sing armor. As he gets closer and more in focus we see Kayby Hale Cassidy cocking his elbow like a shotgun. With a graceful pirouette Kayby Hale Cassidy sends the helmet flying violently off screen. The white knight in shining armor, now headless, falls to the ground with a thunderous thud. Kayby Hale Cassidy stands over the lifeless pile of armor with pure contempt in his eyes. "Aww, poor little white knight tried so hard. He was so loyal for what?" A facial tick betrays the disgust he feels inside. "For a company that apparently thinks so lowly of him that it will feed him to the sharks under the guise of a title opportunity." The camera cuts to a close up shot of a very pronounced facial tick. It follows up immediately with a quick cut of him spitting on the armor before returning to its original angle of Kayby Hale Cassidy. "You are pathetic."
"Bae-by." The click of high heels grows louder before Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor enters the scene; resting a hand on the shoulder of Kayby Hale Cassidy. As soon as her hand touches his shoulder his face relaxes and the contempt disappears. In a fluid motion he turns to her and pulls her into a dip. The camera spins 90 degrees around them to frame the pair perfectly.
"Turns out his hate was nothing more than a lot of hot air," Kayby Hale Cassidy says with pure adoration for the woman in his arms. "And he used that hot air to blow himself atop our mountain, Bambi, but it's okay." He pulls her in and kisses her tenderly on the top of the head. In a relaxed whispered tone he says, "Because his hot air will run out. And when that happens he will fall from his self-induced grace. I'd feel bad if he wasn't so unlikable. All the threats of violence and hospitalizations, they're so..." He trails off.
"What are they, Bae-by," Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor asks with bated breath.
"Boorrring," he says with an exasperated sigh.
"You sound disappoint"
"I guess I am disappoint. I mean, I wasted my time listening to him complaining about Killing Floor excessively. This is a guy that brags about being here since day one, but his only accomplishment of note is a Junior Heavyweight Championship over a year ago. And talk about a successful champion. He defended it successfully a whopping one time in sixty-seven days. I just expected more honestly." Again, in a fluid motion he spins her back to her feet and pulls her back into an embrace. He pushes his forehead against hers as the camera swings 90 degrees around them. "I'm going up against a guy that failed to get into the Junior Heavyweight match at World War Wrestling, who failed to get a Junior Heavyweight Championship match again at World War Wrestling, and who failed to win the Tag Team Championships. All he does is fail, and that is the best they can muster against me."
"Hale," she says as she brushes a lock of his hair that fell into his face over his ear. "Señor Two-Names is championing an overhaul of this company. He truly thinks he is owed this company. And despite his numerous short falls, his never-ending disappointments, he truly feels he is the king of this company." With her forehead still pressed against his, Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor looks directly into the eyes of Kayby Hale Cassidy. She entwins her fingers in his in a symbol of unity between the two. "We have a pretender to our throne. Whether he plunges himself off the side or we kick him back to the earth, he will fail to take the Junior Heavyweight Championship because we have burned our past."
"Now we will forge our destiny." Hale responds with new-found fiery determination in his eyes. The scene fades away Kayby Hale Cassidy and Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor in their embrace.
"Bae-by." The click of high heels grows louder before Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor enters the scene; resting a hand on the shoulder of Kayby Hale Cassidy. As soon as her hand touches his shoulder his face relaxes and the contempt disappears. In a fluid motion he turns to her and pulls her into a dip. The camera spins 90 degrees around them to frame the pair perfectly.
"Turns out his hate was nothing more than a lot of hot air," Kayby Hale Cassidy says with pure adoration for the woman in his arms. "And he used that hot air to blow himself atop our mountain, Bambi, but it's okay." He pulls her in and kisses her tenderly on the top of the head. In a relaxed whispered tone he says, "Because his hot air will run out. And when that happens he will fall from his self-induced grace. I'd feel bad if he wasn't so unlikable. All the threats of violence and hospitalizations, they're so..." He trails off.
"What are they, Bae-by," Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor asks with bated breath.
"Boorrring," he says with an exasperated sigh.
"You sound disappoint"
"I guess I am disappoint. I mean, I wasted my time listening to him complaining about Killing Floor excessively. This is a guy that brags about being here since day one, but his only accomplishment of note is a Junior Heavyweight Championship over a year ago. And talk about a successful champion. He defended it successfully a whopping one time in sixty-seven days. I just expected more honestly." Again, in a fluid motion he spins her back to her feet and pulls her back into an embrace. He pushes his forehead against hers as the camera swings 90 degrees around them. "I'm going up against a guy that failed to get into the Junior Heavyweight match at World War Wrestling, who failed to get a Junior Heavyweight Championship match again at World War Wrestling, and who failed to win the Tag Team Championships. All he does is fail, and that is the best they can muster against me."
"Hale," she says as she brushes a lock of his hair that fell into his face over his ear. "Señor Two-Names is championing an overhaul of this company. He truly thinks he is owed this company. And despite his numerous short falls, his never-ending disappointments, he truly feels he is the king of this company." With her forehead still pressed against his, Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor looks directly into the eyes of Kayby Hale Cassidy. She entwins her fingers in his in a symbol of unity between the two. "We have a pretender to our throne. Whether he plunges himself off the side or we kick him back to the earth, he will fail to take the Junior Heavyweight Championship because we have burned our past."
"Now we will forge our destiny." Hale responds with new-found fiery determination in his eyes. The scene fades away Kayby Hale Cassidy and Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor in their embrace.
