Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2019 21:59:07 GMT -8
The scene slowly came into view, revealing the interior of a local hotel room. Walking through the living room area, the cameraman showed one half of the CW Republic Champions ‘YOUR Favorite Drug’ Xavier Laroux as he sat on the balcony of the room. Approaching the sliding glass door, he opened it before stepping out onto it with Laroux. Upon further inspection, there was an almost empty bottle of Azul Tarantula Tequila.
A lit cigarette dangled from the corner of his mouth, his expression dominated with a mixture of overly intoxication and pain. His lower half covered with a pair of black gym shorts while his torso was wrapped up, concealing a lot of bandaging. The most of his forehead was covered in a bandage, Laroux clearly showing the effects of the attack he suffered at the hands of Kendrick Kross. Despite it all, Laroux seemed almost peaceful, a half assed grin showing across his features.
Xavier Laroux: Kendrick..you..ya fucked up man. Fucked up big time. You had the chance. You had the chance to put me out. And you didn't have the fuckin heart to finish the job. I woulda said you didn't have the balls, but you lost those long ass time ago.
Taking a drag off of that cigarette, Laroux gingerly reached for that bottle. Grabbing it up, he carefully drank down the rest of it before sloppily setting it back down onto the table. In the process, that bottle fell over next to the ashtray containing a half smoked joint.
Xavier Laroux: Because you didn't have the heart to finish the job, I wanna let you know exactly what's gonna happen, you bitchmade piece of shit.
He took the final hit off of that cigarette, sniffing it out in the ashtray.
Xavier Laroux: I'm gonna ruin your whole fuckin life. Every single aspect of your life, that you enjoy? I'm gonna destroy it. Every shot management is stupid enough to give you? I'm gonna be there, makin sure you don't walk away a champion. Whenever I see you backstage? I'm gonna be on you like a fly on shit. Your happiness. Your career. Your life. It's allll gonna go up in fuckin flames and I'm gonna be the one holdin the lighter.
Reaching up with his right hand, he ran it over his mouth, slowly shaking his head, laughing out as he did so.
Xavier Laroux: I don't care if I hafta follow you to hell and back. I. Will. Ruin. You.
Those last four words spoke by Laroux were spoke in a sing song type of voice.
Xavier Laroux: I'm comin for everythin, Kendrick. I'll be seein you real soon.
A lit cigarette dangled from the corner of his mouth, his expression dominated with a mixture of overly intoxication and pain. His lower half covered with a pair of black gym shorts while his torso was wrapped up, concealing a lot of bandaging. The most of his forehead was covered in a bandage, Laroux clearly showing the effects of the attack he suffered at the hands of Kendrick Kross. Despite it all, Laroux seemed almost peaceful, a half assed grin showing across his features.
Xavier Laroux: Kendrick..you..ya fucked up man. Fucked up big time. You had the chance. You had the chance to put me out. And you didn't have the fuckin heart to finish the job. I woulda said you didn't have the balls, but you lost those long ass time ago.
Taking a drag off of that cigarette, Laroux gingerly reached for that bottle. Grabbing it up, he carefully drank down the rest of it before sloppily setting it back down onto the table. In the process, that bottle fell over next to the ashtray containing a half smoked joint.
Xavier Laroux: Because you didn't have the heart to finish the job, I wanna let you know exactly what's gonna happen, you bitchmade piece of shit.
He took the final hit off of that cigarette, sniffing it out in the ashtray.
Xavier Laroux: I'm gonna ruin your whole fuckin life. Every single aspect of your life, that you enjoy? I'm gonna destroy it. Every shot management is stupid enough to give you? I'm gonna be there, makin sure you don't walk away a champion. Whenever I see you backstage? I'm gonna be on you like a fly on shit. Your happiness. Your career. Your life. It's allll gonna go up in fuckin flames and I'm gonna be the one holdin the lighter.
Reaching up with his right hand, he ran it over his mouth, slowly shaking his head, laughing out as he did so.
Xavier Laroux: I don't care if I hafta follow you to hell and back. I. Will. Ruin. You.
Those last four words spoke by Laroux were spoke in a sing song type of voice.
Xavier Laroux: I'm comin for everythin, Kendrick. I'll be seein you real soon.
