2014.06.17: PWN - LEGACY - Treborn's Reign Supreme
Prince Treborn stands with his eyebrow cocked, and his ravenous tongue locked and ready to inject his own potent brand of verbal venom upon his unsuspecting opponents.
“See, this has always been your problem, Lozios. You come out like a Bull at a Gate, you fire the first shots, you draw first blood... But then what? Nothing.”
Prince displays a quick little nod of his head and an even quicker wink of his sparkling eye.
“You sit there, and you whine, and cry, and complain about how the Lozio name doesn't live up to the Treborn Legacy. But what you fail to come to terms with, is there's a perfectly good reason for that.”
Tilting his head toward the side, Prince copped a cocky yet somehow impressed facial expression.
“It's not about talent, even though everybody knows no matter what you do or say, a Lozio could never compare to a Treborn in that ring. It's not about charisma, even though everybody knows you're in the same boat. It's about motivation and preparation.”
Rubbing his palm across his chizzled chin, Prince showed off a cocky grin.
“You can watch all the past matches from my family's vault as much as you like. You can come sprinting off the block faster than a speeding bullet as much as you want. But this weekend, at the Carson Community Center, Ripper and I will prove to you two, once and for all, that neither of you are any type of supermen.”
Wagging his index finger in front of his face, Prince chuckle slightly in an egotistical manner.
“You're not as past as us, you're not as strong as us... And once Rip is done Suplexing you around the ring like the rag dolls that you are, that will be my cue to come in and lock in my Eminent Threat; leaving either of you with no other option but to tap out to a Treborn... Again.”
Prince's eye glistened after saying that last section of speech, his attitude radiated confidence.
“You know... I've never been one to steal quotes from somebody else, and I don't quite know who originally said it. But there's this saying running around somewhere out there, a saying that Ripper already brought to your attention. It goes a little something like this: History Repeats Itself.”
A simply nod of the head is to follow, and another quick little caress of the chin.
“Throughout the course of professional wrestling history, our family has forever been superior to yours. No matter which generation you look back on, a Treborn has always been there to kick a Lozio's ass and put them in their place. And hey, guess what? Ripper and I are no different. And if either of us ever decides to breed? Our offspring won't be any exception to the tradition either.”
Prince's words reigned supreme, and were laced with cruel intentions. It may not be the case for his cousin, but a sfar as Prince's was concerned, there was definitely some Bad Blood boiling between himself, Miles and Dante – or anybody with the surname Lozio for that matter.
“Oz was exceptional. King and Ethan were revolutionary. Cryse is unparalleled. And that's all well and good, but Rip and I are in a league of our own. A league that no Lozio could ever so much as dare to claim they could surpass.”
Uttering that, prince ran the underside of his damp tongue across his pearly white teeth.
“To the untrained ear, I most probably sound like the biggest prick walking the face of the planet right about now. To an untrained eye, Ripper and I may seem like the biggest dicks roaming the landscape of professional wrestling right around this point in time. But to those in the know, to those clued in on the situation and to those who know their history and have done their research... We're neither of those things and never will be.”
Running his fingertips back through his perfectly trimmed brunette hair, Prince shook his head back and fore.
“To those in the know, to those clued in on the situation and to those who've bothered to do their research... A Treborn is simply superior to a Lozio. I know that sounds cocky, but it really is that simple. If I was Jake <Mitchell>, I'd say it all boiled down to Natural Selection. But I'm not. So for now, Loizos... I'll leave you with this.”
Prince's eyes narrowed, as his expression and mannerisms switched up to that of a deadly serious stance.
“The Carson Community Center will prove to end up as your tomb, Lozios. Because after this match? No more will there ever be any debate about if or when the Lozio Family are going to rise up and take what's some say rightfully theirs. Whether you like it, or whether you don't like it – it won't matter if you're a Treborn Fan or a Lozio Supporter. Rip and I are going to force the entire industry to come together in unison and agree that the Treborn Legacy is where all the talent, skill, charisma and future is at.”
That Infamous egotistical smirk crossed the lips of Prince once again, whilst he folded both his muscular arms over his equally as well worked chest.
“I'd say I hate to have to be the one to do this to you and your family, Lozios. But truth be told? I kind of get a kick out of it. And this weekend? I'm going to kick your teeth down your throat.”
One last final nod comes from the young gun, as his grin shows a confidence in his own ability like you've never seen before. The glare in his eyes reveals the exact same attitude, proving that this kid is certainly something else to say the very least.
