I know this is annoying and irritating, but I tried out a new promo style, more first person and I think it went ok. Just wondering what everyone else thought?
I'm sick and tired of this. No, no. I am over all of this.
Please, sir. Crichton is still convalescing upstairs. He needs peace and quiet.
Peace and quiet? Peace and quiet!?!
Without hesitation, I grab the worker and throw him into the wall. I see a chair so pick it up and lunge it at the worker's unconscious body. He doesn't even flinch or react, he is just completely out cold. Pathetic.How much longer do I have to scream at the mountain tops before they listen? I can't take this much more. I feel like I'm losing my mind. Crichton is upstairs whining, still crying about his body hurting. I understand the man is 80 years old but Jesus Christ, get over it already. I have to deal with that on top of the fact that I've been on a downward spiral since coming to Dynasty. I dominated on NEO but I can't seem to find my stride here. I cannot just lay down and die. What sort of message would I be sending to the Queen? She's depending on me to bring honour and dignity for Mother England.
God help me. How many times do I have to keep going around in circles and repeat the same things over and over? Freak after freak after freak they throw into the ring with me. Do I look like I enjoy this? Do they just see me and hear my accent and think "Reginald must feel at home with all of these crazy characters?" Masks, face paint, religious fanatics. Bring them all to me because apparently Reginald Dampshaw III is EAW's resident circus barker.
I can hear Crichton yelling weakly from upstairs. I can't stand his incessant prattling. My breath gets shorter and sharper. I feel like I am on the brink.
After I lost to Target Smiles, I was sure I'd have some competition that would take this profession seriously. But, no. Instead I get some drug-addled hippie named "The Mexican Samurai". Really? This man is my next opponent? This psychedelic ponce who spouts on about some golden...jackal? Antelope? Donkey? I don't even understand anything he says. All I know is he didn't win the Glass Gauntlet match, like me. Unlike me, however, he didn't even stand a chance. He doesn't stand a chance with me on Dynasty either. I mean, honestly, the man's pupils were the size of golf balls in the Glass Gauntlet match. He was on a completely different astral plane. I don't even think he knew where he was and I doubt he will Friday night either. That is a dangerous man, and not dangerous in the "tough son of a bitch" way, but dangerous to my health and his own. I shouldn't be made to step into the ring with the absolute madman.
I simply cannot lose this match. I just cannot. I don't think my psyche can take it. Dealing with Crichton and dealing with the embarrassment of these constant losses is too much to bear. I can't sleep, I can't eat. This consumes me.I refuse to be made into a joke. I will not allow my career here be remembered solely on my success in NEO of all things. I am The Duke of Gold! And did my feet in ancient time, walk upon England's mountains green. My blood has soaked England's green and pleasant land. Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! I refuse to walk out of Dynasty Friday night without Mexican Samurai being a cripple. And may our Lord and Queen have mercy upon my soul.
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