Post by twilight on Mar 28, 2019 13:28:01 GMT -5
The scene is somewhere in Italy. Deep in the boot, where time seems to go by a little slower. People still driving Vespas and old VW bugs. Where restaurants still sit people outside and people love it. Its a bit backwards but a quaint place to live if you like such places.
Back 1779. My name was Esequiel Montero. And I was a son of a peasant farmer. We grew cabbages and carrots. But we were good. I was good. I hadn't yet understood the memories and dreams that plagued me since I was a small child. I kept those things to myself, even as a little child I knew better than to let out the things I had seen or would see.
I was 13 at the time, a very unlucky number, an even unluckier age. As a youngling I was prone to accidents and curiosities. I was always exploring, especially by the ocean. For some reason I thought that the ocean was magic. My father said I had the soul of a fisherman and that would be my calling. My mother though, she saw through me at certain times. She saw me something calling me home and she worried. She worried I might go into that blue ocean and not come back. It turned out she was right to worry.
On my 14th birthday I celebrated with my parents with a little stew and some bread my mother baked. We had a good afternoon. I kissed my mother on the cheek and left. Walked right into that ocean and never came back home. I found myself in Jeville and all I could think to myself was I was finally back home.
Now that I have told one of my stories let me speak about Jackson Kent first. After all that time you were away, you finally came back home and for what? Just to lay some goose eggs. Great job, you did nothing, just like your last stint here. Next is Robert Saints, you had a golden opportunity to win the world title on last titans and you did the bare minimum, did you really think you could win by doing a little more than nothing? Great job there too. Then lastly to my ex tag team partner. To you who I have respect for is this, be more than you are. Life gets in the way for all of us, you either deal with it or it deals with you. Taking 10 minutes out of your day to sit in front of a camera and cut a promo is not that hard, but seems like most of you all cant be bothered to do that? But I will be bothered to kick your butts, that you all can count on if nothing else.
I think that is all I really have to say to you three. What more really is there?
I will take my leave for now.
Fade to light
Back 1779. My name was Esequiel Montero. And I was a son of a peasant farmer. We grew cabbages and carrots. But we were good. I was good. I hadn't yet understood the memories and dreams that plagued me since I was a small child. I kept those things to myself, even as a little child I knew better than to let out the things I had seen or would see.
I was 13 at the time, a very unlucky number, an even unluckier age. As a youngling I was prone to accidents and curiosities. I was always exploring, especially by the ocean. For some reason I thought that the ocean was magic. My father said I had the soul of a fisherman and that would be my calling. My mother though, she saw through me at certain times. She saw me something calling me home and she worried. She worried I might go into that blue ocean and not come back. It turned out she was right to worry.
On my 14th birthday I celebrated with my parents with a little stew and some bread my mother baked. We had a good afternoon. I kissed my mother on the cheek and left. Walked right into that ocean and never came back home. I found myself in Jeville and all I could think to myself was I was finally back home.
Now that I have told one of my stories let me speak about Jackson Kent first. After all that time you were away, you finally came back home and for what? Just to lay some goose eggs. Great job, you did nothing, just like your last stint here. Next is Robert Saints, you had a golden opportunity to win the world title on last titans and you did the bare minimum, did you really think you could win by doing a little more than nothing? Great job there too. Then lastly to my ex tag team partner. To you who I have respect for is this, be more than you are. Life gets in the way for all of us, you either deal with it or it deals with you. Taking 10 minutes out of your day to sit in front of a camera and cut a promo is not that hard, but seems like most of you all cant be bothered to do that? But I will be bothered to kick your butts, that you all can count on if nothing else.
I think that is all I really have to say to you three. What more really is there?
I will take my leave for now.
Fade to light
