Threaded Mode | Linear Mode

Dean Rose · (02-16-2021)

Dean is in a dark, misty room with a lone light bulb swinging from the ceiling, engulfing everything in silhouette.

Dean begins taping his fists while looking at the floor.
in a calm and slow voice, he starts to speak.

you know, i have nothing but respect for Mr Liam Roberts.
He is and will always be enhancement talent... and i respect him for that.
I mean, he ends every match flat on his back and staring at the ceiling.
Without guys like Liam Roberts, nobody would look big and important.
But thats the issue.

He runs his hand through his hair.

Despite my respect for Liam, me and him are completely different people, different superstars.
To put it simply Liam is a passenger, while I am a pilot.
Liam is the tiny tree, while i am the large shadow.
Liam is nothing... while i am something.

Dean cackles

And do you know why me and Liam are on completely different levels?
well, its simple.
Liam hesitates, thinks before he acts, he holds back.
Thats why i am the superior superstar, because i have no remorse, no morals, no boundaries.

im gonna keep this short and sweet, cause theres no point in boasting when everybody already knows that i will win this match.
Liam, when the time comes on the 25th... i will own you, i will beat you, i will RIP YOU APART in front of the whole arena.
When we get to North Dakota, you can consider yourself D.O.A. dead on arrival.

the lights slowly dim as Dean fades into the darkness.

Threaded Mode \| Linear Mode thoughts on Liam Roberts
Author	Message