Post by Chris Williams on Jun 1, 2016 15:25:47 GMT -6
“First off, if you miss once… you won’t get a second chance. So like I said before Barrel, you better not miss. All it takes is one mistake, and I’ll put you down like the rabid dog you are. Don’t take me for a fool, you’ve shown yourself to be much more than all brawn and no brains, but I’m still going to put you down. By the way, it’s way too damn dark recording like this, I don’t know how the hell everyone does this all the time. Do you have night vision or something?”
Williams is sitting in his apartment tonight, with all of the lights turned off, save for the Glade Air-freshener and light combo plugged in across the room. It barely illuminates even a foot away from the wall, leaving Williams in practically total darkness. Thankfully, MSW decided to purchase a night-vision camera due to all of the recent promos being recorded in the dark throughout the roster. The audience sees Williams on camera, glowing that bright night-vision green color. He’s waving his arms all about, trying to get his bearings straight in the blackness, giving our audience a fairly hilarious show.
“I mean seriously… it’s freaking pitch-black in here! This crap is annoying! Oh well, I guess this is supposed to intimidate people or something, but man it’s just hard to see anything. Am I even looking at the camera? Eh, who cares, you can’t see me anyway!”
The audience hears some fidgeting from Williams, who can’t seem to get over how annoying the darkness is. However, he takes a deep breath and gets back to his initial purpose.
“You've towered over practically every man in this federation since you first arrived on the scene. You’re a certified mammoth, a veritable brick shithouse. Three hundred and thirty pounds. One hundred pounds and a half a foot in height separates you and I.
And it won’t even matter. Because it will only take one mistake, one misstep, to give me the only opening I’ll need. And then all three hundred and thirty pounds of you will be dropped right on your head. You think that knee hurts? You'll forget all about it when you crumple on top of your own skull. Don’t expect Doc Gibbs to clear you for a long, long time. You want to sit here and talk about a killer instinct? You say I don’t have what it takes to put you away? That I don’t have the killer instinct that will put me at the top? I WOULDN’T BE HERE IF I DIDN’T.
The only difference between you and I is that you never put your monster in the closet. Your monster runs the show, and that anger can get the best of you. Those outbursts, the ones I see like when I watched the veins nearly pop out of your head when you initially read about the ban on the Steel Screwdriver? Those are the moments where I have the advantage. Because while your monster loses its cool, I keep mine locked up and it stays hungry. I can stay calm, and make the easy decision to pony up the five large if you actually hit the Screwdriver, because I know I can stay one step ahead of it.
Seriously, how do you manage to see in this darkness? Do you just constantly bob your head and look around like Stevie Wonder, because that’s exactly what I’m doing. I can’t see crap right now. I might even have my back to the camera, not sure. Thank Christ we don’t fight in the dark, damn.”
The night-vision silhouette of Williams shows that he’s just flailing his arms all through the darkness, with his head looking back and forth in all directions. He continues to talk, reaching out into the blackness for who the hell knows….
“Like I was saying, I know I can stay one step ahead of you. You may have all the strength and power in the world over me, but I have the agility to keep moving, to wear you out and wear you down. I will continue to target that knee with everything I’ve got. I will take out your foundation to where you won’t even be able to put weight on it, let alone to lift me up. I will make sure that every step you take is agony. Every single time you have to stand after I drop you to the canvas will seem nearly impossible. I am quick and fast enough to duck you over and over, just to chip away at that knee. And I’m not as small as Danny or Donny, where if you just caught me flush once, it’d be over. I have plenty of power of my own. I’ve put guys like you on my shoulders before and crashed them down with the TNT. Will I do it to you? Let’s be honest, probably not. My strongest days are more than likely behind me, and I’ve had to adapt to stay relevant in this game. But make no mistake, it would be NOTHING to drop you with Mercury Rising. NOTHING.
Because my monster? It stays hungry every second of every day, because I am constantly fighting to keep it in check. But once you and I go toe to toe in that ring…
That monster is coming out. I will let it loose. You will be able to see what I mean when I tell you that I am the scariest son of a bitch that this federation has ever seen. Years of battles, over a decade in this business, I’m scarier than any monster you’ve ever seen. My monster doesn’t need to hide when I’m in the ring, it will shine. I’ll take anything you have to throw at me. I’ll even tune out how much the crowd seems to be in love with the Capital Crew.
Yeah, I’ll be honest, I noticed how much they seem to cheer you, no matter what kind of awful action you take. You can break laws, skirt around rules, deface a championship - and yes, I’ll bring this one up again - KIDNAP a human being, yet largely the MSW universe seems to love you. The crowd every night is awash with Crew shirts and chants. Where does that leave a guy like me? I’m not sure. Maybe the crowd is behind me on Saturday, maybe not. Maybe they cheer for the guy who would disrespect a title meant to honor the history and tradition of our sport.
But that doesn’t matter either. Because what matters is that no matter how HUGE you are… and yeah, you’re a beast… no matter how much of a “BIG BADASS” you are… You have a major weakness. And no, this time I’m not talking about the knee. Your biggest weakness… is YOU.
Barrel, you will NEVER be “The Man” in MSW. You know how I know that? It’s because you aren’t even “The Man” in the Capital Crew! You don’t even believe in your own abilities enough to call the shots in your own group! So you can stand there and spout off crap JUST LIKE I SAID YOU WOULD, about how you “didn’t scurry away” from me, instead you “preserved us” which is exactly what I expected. But the saddest part is that it wasn’t even YOUR decision! You say that I sit around with my thumb up my ass and just take orders from MY boss? Look in the mirror, because it sounds like you’re pissed about taking orders from your own. Who knows, maybe you’re thinking of rising up against Frankie after all, and that’s why you’re starting to project your problems on to me. Hey Cocheese, maybe watch your back, because I’m thinking I might not even be able to turn the tables on you the way Barrel can. But no… Barrel would NEVER do that. Barrel has been playing the Beta for so long that the role is coming easy to him. No decisions, no responsibility, no problems for Barrel.”
Williams voice rises a level, as he is ready to drive this point home. He goes completely still, and stares straight into the camera, as if he knew exactly where it was the entire time, even in the darkness.
“Well I’ve NEVER been anybody’s Beta since I stepped into the squared circle! I’ve been the Alpha since DAY ONE, and that’s why I will always come out on top over you, CLYDE! Because I’ll always make the decisions, and I’ll take on the responsibility of this entire roster, and I’ll be the man that topples over the ENTIRE FUCKING CAPITAL CREW.
And I’ll up the ante.
I’ll kick your ass while adhering to the ORIGINAL Pure 15 Championship rules. Because that's the kind of division I will be champion of AFTER I cut out your heart and rip the title from your grasp.
Now where’s the damn lightswitch?”
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FADE OUT
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Williams is sitting in his apartment tonight, with all of the lights turned off, save for the Glade Air-freshener and light combo plugged in across the room. It barely illuminates even a foot away from the wall, leaving Williams in practically total darkness. Thankfully, MSW decided to purchase a night-vision camera due to all of the recent promos being recorded in the dark throughout the roster. The audience sees Williams on camera, glowing that bright night-vision green color. He’s waving his arms all about, trying to get his bearings straight in the blackness, giving our audience a fairly hilarious show.
“I mean seriously… it’s freaking pitch-black in here! This crap is annoying! Oh well, I guess this is supposed to intimidate people or something, but man it’s just hard to see anything. Am I even looking at the camera? Eh, who cares, you can’t see me anyway!”
The audience hears some fidgeting from Williams, who can’t seem to get over how annoying the darkness is. However, he takes a deep breath and gets back to his initial purpose.
“You've towered over practically every man in this federation since you first arrived on the scene. You’re a certified mammoth, a veritable brick shithouse. Three hundred and thirty pounds. One hundred pounds and a half a foot in height separates you and I.
And it won’t even matter. Because it will only take one mistake, one misstep, to give me the only opening I’ll need. And then all three hundred and thirty pounds of you will be dropped right on your head. You think that knee hurts? You'll forget all about it when you crumple on top of your own skull. Don’t expect Doc Gibbs to clear you for a long, long time. You want to sit here and talk about a killer instinct? You say I don’t have what it takes to put you away? That I don’t have the killer instinct that will put me at the top? I WOULDN’T BE HERE IF I DIDN’T.
The only difference between you and I is that you never put your monster in the closet. Your monster runs the show, and that anger can get the best of you. Those outbursts, the ones I see like when I watched the veins nearly pop out of your head when you initially read about the ban on the Steel Screwdriver? Those are the moments where I have the advantage. Because while your monster loses its cool, I keep mine locked up and it stays hungry. I can stay calm, and make the easy decision to pony up the five large if you actually hit the Screwdriver, because I know I can stay one step ahead of it.
Seriously, how do you manage to see in this darkness? Do you just constantly bob your head and look around like Stevie Wonder, because that’s exactly what I’m doing. I can’t see crap right now. I might even have my back to the camera, not sure. Thank Christ we don’t fight in the dark, damn.”
The night-vision silhouette of Williams shows that he’s just flailing his arms all through the darkness, with his head looking back and forth in all directions. He continues to talk, reaching out into the blackness for who the hell knows….
“Like I was saying, I know I can stay one step ahead of you. You may have all the strength and power in the world over me, but I have the agility to keep moving, to wear you out and wear you down. I will continue to target that knee with everything I’ve got. I will take out your foundation to where you won’t even be able to put weight on it, let alone to lift me up. I will make sure that every step you take is agony. Every single time you have to stand after I drop you to the canvas will seem nearly impossible. I am quick and fast enough to duck you over and over, just to chip away at that knee. And I’m not as small as Danny or Donny, where if you just caught me flush once, it’d be over. I have plenty of power of my own. I’ve put guys like you on my shoulders before and crashed them down with the TNT. Will I do it to you? Let’s be honest, probably not. My strongest days are more than likely behind me, and I’ve had to adapt to stay relevant in this game. But make no mistake, it would be NOTHING to drop you with Mercury Rising. NOTHING.
Because my monster? It stays hungry every second of every day, because I am constantly fighting to keep it in check. But once you and I go toe to toe in that ring…
That monster is coming out. I will let it loose. You will be able to see what I mean when I tell you that I am the scariest son of a bitch that this federation has ever seen. Years of battles, over a decade in this business, I’m scarier than any monster you’ve ever seen. My monster doesn’t need to hide when I’m in the ring, it will shine. I’ll take anything you have to throw at me. I’ll even tune out how much the crowd seems to be in love with the Capital Crew.
Yeah, I’ll be honest, I noticed how much they seem to cheer you, no matter what kind of awful action you take. You can break laws, skirt around rules, deface a championship - and yes, I’ll bring this one up again - KIDNAP a human being, yet largely the MSW universe seems to love you. The crowd every night is awash with Crew shirts and chants. Where does that leave a guy like me? I’m not sure. Maybe the crowd is behind me on Saturday, maybe not. Maybe they cheer for the guy who would disrespect a title meant to honor the history and tradition of our sport.
But that doesn’t matter either. Because what matters is that no matter how HUGE you are… and yeah, you’re a beast… no matter how much of a “BIG BADASS” you are… You have a major weakness. And no, this time I’m not talking about the knee. Your biggest weakness… is YOU.
Barrel, you will NEVER be “The Man” in MSW. You know how I know that? It’s because you aren’t even “The Man” in the Capital Crew! You don’t even believe in your own abilities enough to call the shots in your own group! So you can stand there and spout off crap JUST LIKE I SAID YOU WOULD, about how you “didn’t scurry away” from me, instead you “preserved us” which is exactly what I expected. But the saddest part is that it wasn’t even YOUR decision! You say that I sit around with my thumb up my ass and just take orders from MY boss? Look in the mirror, because it sounds like you’re pissed about taking orders from your own. Who knows, maybe you’re thinking of rising up against Frankie after all, and that’s why you’re starting to project your problems on to me. Hey Cocheese, maybe watch your back, because I’m thinking I might not even be able to turn the tables on you the way Barrel can. But no… Barrel would NEVER do that. Barrel has been playing the Beta for so long that the role is coming easy to him. No decisions, no responsibility, no problems for Barrel.”
Williams voice rises a level, as he is ready to drive this point home. He goes completely still, and stares straight into the camera, as if he knew exactly where it was the entire time, even in the darkness.
“Well I’ve NEVER been anybody’s Beta since I stepped into the squared circle! I’ve been the Alpha since DAY ONE, and that’s why I will always come out on top over you, CLYDE! Because I’ll always make the decisions, and I’ll take on the responsibility of this entire roster, and I’ll be the man that topples over the ENTIRE FUCKING CAPITAL CREW.
And I’ll up the ante.
I’ll kick your ass while adhering to the ORIGINAL Pure 15 Championship rules. Because that's the kind of division I will be champion of AFTER I cut out your heart and rip the title from your grasp.
Now where’s the damn lightswitch?”
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FADE OUT
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