07-17-2013, 07:22 AM
Andrew is shown walking to a camera in an all white suit, clapping slowly. There's a very bright spotlight on him, but everything around him is veiled in darkness. His clapping echoes around him, giving the illusion of a large empty space all around him.
"Well done Mr. Incredible, once again you've all shoved your feet in eachother's mouths. It seems to me like you've bit off more than you can chew, although it wouldn't be the first time. Let's start with the apparent "leader" of the scouts shall we? Mr. Lennox, you say attacking people from behind isn't your forte, or how you do things, but I find that ironic considering the only title you've ever held in the XWF you didn't earn, you won it by having two overweight men beat down the champion, if that's not attacking someone from behind, maybe I need the definition read to me. Then there's the two pathetic sneak attacks on Steve David's in an attempt to regain the title, and if I might throw this ina title that you lost when you finally had to man up and have an actually match. And who can forget you once again using someone else, Jacob Lewis this time, in another failed attempt to get that title back. You see Matt, I can go on and on and on all day about you sneak attacking people and using superior numbers to your advantage, but why should I? I mean there is a very obvious difference between us and you, when we attack someone we get the job done when you attack someone it always seems to come back and bite you in the arse, yet you continue to do the same idiotic stuff all the time."
Andrew stops his tirade momentarily to scratch his chin as if thinking of something.
"If my memory serves me correct I do believe it was the great Albert Einstein who claimed insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results, if that's the case, Matt I'm sorry but you should be placed in mental institution."
He does a rolling motion to his head with his finger. Then stops and claps his hands together.
"OK, who's next?"
He digs in the breast pocket of his jacket pulls out a tiny piece of paper and quickly reads it over.
"Ah yes, now onto the boy scouts. Jack....... Am I reading this right, Killborn? Wow, that's quite the oxymoron."
He snorts a little.
"Oh wait, this is the bloody criminal, guess that makes sense. Well Mr. Oxymoron I really have very little to say about you, I mean you were born a criminal, probably raised a criminal, and became a criminal in adulthood. Yep you seem like the typical Australian to me mate, so really as far as I'm concerned you're not really worth the bloody time, or the tree I wrote your moronic name on."
He quickly looks down at the paper once again, then crumples it up and throws it into the darkness.
"Which brings me to scout number two, Lightning. Lightning, the man whose only claim to fame is being the brother of a mediocre wrestler, which would make him below mediocre, especially considering he acts as if people actually give a flying fuck about his brother, as if he was someone special. It's OK though Lightning we all have that one thing we hold on to, like me, I hold on to the fact that I've never lost to anyone whom I consider mediocre at best. But what really buggers me Lightning is how you claim you do it all for the fans, yet you run around with an insane delusional, imbecile like Matt Lennox and an idiotic, moron criminal like Jack Killborn. Sounds to me like another oxymoron, I think you may have been spending too much time with that group of twits, they're beginning to rub off on you. Maybe you should be spending more time with your brother so you may actually become mediocre enough to realize if you do this for the fans, or for yourself."
He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly as if to say that's all I got.
"But I guess not everyone knows why they do what they do, but let me make something perfectly clear, unlike your little void of intelligence you call a group, The Connection has a plan, it started at Leap of Faith and the next dot in this picture is all of you."
He laughs and slowly walks out of the spotlight into the surrounding darkness, and the camera fades to black.
"Well done Mr. Incredible, once again you've all shoved your feet in eachother's mouths. It seems to me like you've bit off more than you can chew, although it wouldn't be the first time. Let's start with the apparent "leader" of the scouts shall we? Mr. Lennox, you say attacking people from behind isn't your forte, or how you do things, but I find that ironic considering the only title you've ever held in the XWF you didn't earn, you won it by having two overweight men beat down the champion, if that's not attacking someone from behind, maybe I need the definition read to me. Then there's the two pathetic sneak attacks on Steve David's in an attempt to regain the title, and if I might throw this ina title that you lost when you finally had to man up and have an actually match. And who can forget you once again using someone else, Jacob Lewis this time, in another failed attempt to get that title back. You see Matt, I can go on and on and on all day about you sneak attacking people and using superior numbers to your advantage, but why should I? I mean there is a very obvious difference between us and you, when we attack someone we get the job done when you attack someone it always seems to come back and bite you in the arse, yet you continue to do the same idiotic stuff all the time."
Andrew stops his tirade momentarily to scratch his chin as if thinking of something.
"If my memory serves me correct I do believe it was the great Albert Einstein who claimed insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results, if that's the case, Matt I'm sorry but you should be placed in mental institution."
He does a rolling motion to his head with his finger. Then stops and claps his hands together.
"OK, who's next?"
He digs in the breast pocket of his jacket pulls out a tiny piece of paper and quickly reads it over.
"Ah yes, now onto the boy scouts. Jack....... Am I reading this right, Killborn? Wow, that's quite the oxymoron."
He snorts a little.
"Oh wait, this is the bloody criminal, guess that makes sense. Well Mr. Oxymoron I really have very little to say about you, I mean you were born a criminal, probably raised a criminal, and became a criminal in adulthood. Yep you seem like the typical Australian to me mate, so really as far as I'm concerned you're not really worth the bloody time, or the tree I wrote your moronic name on."
He quickly looks down at the paper once again, then crumples it up and throws it into the darkness.
"Which brings me to scout number two, Lightning. Lightning, the man whose only claim to fame is being the brother of a mediocre wrestler, which would make him below mediocre, especially considering he acts as if people actually give a flying fuck about his brother, as if he was someone special. It's OK though Lightning we all have that one thing we hold on to, like me, I hold on to the fact that I've never lost to anyone whom I consider mediocre at best. But what really buggers me Lightning is how you claim you do it all for the fans, yet you run around with an insane delusional, imbecile like Matt Lennox and an idiotic, moron criminal like Jack Killborn. Sounds to me like another oxymoron, I think you may have been spending too much time with that group of twits, they're beginning to rub off on you. Maybe you should be spending more time with your brother so you may actually become mediocre enough to realize if you do this for the fans, or for yourself."
He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly as if to say that's all I got.
"But I guess not everyone knows why they do what they do, but let me make something perfectly clear, unlike your little void of intelligence you call a group, The Connection has a plan, it started at Leap of Faith and the next dot in this picture is all of you."
He laughs and slowly walks out of the spotlight into the surrounding darkness, and the camera fades to black.