Post by ΒΑЯЯЕԼ on May 31, 2016 18:59:11 GMT -6
"First and foremost let's get something off the table- what you won, what you owned is nothing like what I've got."
That burly voice of the IMPURE Champion kicked everything off as with the trademark Capital Crew grungy desaturated filter we see The Big Badass. In his catcher's mitt sized hands he held a Old English 40 ounce bottle. Proudly rocking a black Pittsburgh Penguins cap, he also made sure to display a cut sleeve #87 Sidney Crosby jersey which looked more like a fitted dry-fit NFL uniform on him.
"What you won was from a different era Chris, a time where Fatman Danny Stevenson was trying his hardest to smooth out the edges and keep his product different. He wanted to keep tradition as implied by its old motto, what I've got? It goes against everything the MSW has ever stood for, it's something the ex and current MSW Champions tried to force onto the boys here."
With a huge gulp from the alcohol, Barrel placed the bottle down concrete stood of which he sat on. It wasn't clear where exactly he was, but he definitely was outdoors as the sound of crickets chirping and sirens echoing in the distance tipped us off. There was a bright light source behind [and above him] all as Barrel let his huge arms hang off of the edge of each knee.
"There's no secret what we've set out to do.. I still don't get why you're so up in arms over it. I mean you can thank us for ripping the power away from Cornelius and First Class, a group of guys who I may add that tried to screw you over way more than we ever did. He had it out for you- and hell, he still may putting you against me 'cause whether this little prick right here.."
Barrel slapped the side of his right knee to visually no pain.
"Is at a 100% or not, you've still gotta step in the ring with me. See Chris, us- The Capital Crew we came from nothing. Frankie was constantly shrugged off and passed over for everyone else- I was looked at as just a bland giant.. Theo never caught a break because they were afraid of giving him the ball and The Burb Boys people like to think are too stupid to figure it all out.. obviously they were all wrong. We've never been given on thing in this industry- we've had to go out and bust our asses to earn it so yeah I took it on myself to have the title that I won reflect our view on the industry. You're damn right "IMPURE" is a word I live by, it's the only way I've managed to survive this cut-throat industry for as long as I did with the bullshit and politics behind it!"
Adjusting the Penguins cap so the lid faced backwards, Barrel picked up the glass bottle and took another huge gulp from it. This time though, he didn't put it back down onto the concrete- rather, he kept it in his hand as he continued speaking.
"You're too wrapped up in the hoopla of what's going on to form a sound and logical opinion on our actions. You still think what we're doing is selfish.. we don't even get a thank you for making sure Cornelius never abused his power again.. a thank you would have been sufficient."
Barrel scoffed in disgust and took another sip from his alcohol.
"You- just like Badger, just like that midget Luke Jackson think that because we're going against the grain and taking the initiative to change what MSW was, we're wrong. We're the bad guys because unlike you Chris, we didn't stand around with our thumbs in our asses waiting for a handout that was never going to come. Did Frankie and I concoct a plan that got him into a favorable place in terms of manipulating Cornelius and Montana? Sure, but you can't tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing after being passed over time.. and time.. and time.. and time.. and time again. Frankie had got tired of it, why should he twiddle his thumbs in the backseat of the car when the guy sitting in the front seat couldn't navigate himself out of a Costco parking lot? MSW was on a destructive path and we saved it- we gave you guys, the ones who cry the most a chance to still wrestle here and yet.. we're the villains? If anything we were the chemotherapy to the First Class cancer.. there's unwanted side-effects but in the end, so long as we're persistent the cancer will go into remission and it'll all be good again. Look at the MSW.. Were we wrong?"
He paused to give the viewers and anyone else watching the chance to think over his statements which weren't too far off from the truth. As Barrel cocked his head back, he extended his right arm and gave off a slight shrug.
"We never ran from you at WAR by the way, we preserved you two. We kept you around because with First Class in shambles we needed to keep around some people that we could slap around to prove a point with if some wanted to get froggy. In every civilization Chris, you'll know this as you're a pretty smart guy, there's times when examples need to be made of.. and that's why we spared you two. We wanted to have you be the caped crusaders that those who oppose us could feed energy to like you're preparing a Spirit Bomb. You're the optimism twins when we're reality quintuplets, they need your positivity but deep down know we're the much necessary evil to keep this place going."
There was no static cuts here, rather just a shot of the big man soaking up the silence. It wasn't often that he had the chance to observe the quiet and formulate his thoughts. As much fun as he had with who he considered his brothers in arms in The Capital Crew with Frankie, Theo, Danny and Donny- sometimes it was good to take some time for yourself and figure stuff out. With his knee troubling him since his war with Romero which effectively took away his ability to hit people with that trademark big boot of his plus the ban on The Steel Screwdriver, he had to go back to the drawing board. Sure, being the rebel he was it wasn't out of the question for him to hit Williams with the Screwdriver anyway and ignore the fine and Varano's legal threats .. but he needed a contingency plan- that's what he was brewing now. For the first time this video though, Barrel showcased the IMPURE Title- folding the straps behind the championship he gazed down at it before holding it near the side of his face.
"This has put such a big bullseye on me, it's kinda entertaining to be honest."
Slipping in a quick chuckle, he continued.
"Everyone sees the IMPURE Title and wants to gun for it because they know if they're successful, it's almost an automatic bid to get to Frankie and the MSW Championship.. but just like I told Silas.. Chris, unless you're willing on cutting my heart out of my chest or taking my head clean off with a machete- this isn't going to leave my possession. You better make sure at Unstoppable, Mister Williams, if you REALLY want this-"
Hitting the side of his head against the center plate of the championship a few times, Barrel smirked.
"You not just take out my bad knee, but you better kill me 'cause I'm gonna keep getting up like Michael Myers. You think you're the one to dethrone me? Frankie proved you to be beatable at WAR as Danny and Donny left you wrecked. I'm not going to sit here and bullshit you, my leg is nowhere near healed but no excuses here. You're on the money man, Doc Gibbs cleared me and that's all that matters. But bad leg or not, that doesn't take away something you lack.. a killer instinct, you can't take that away from a beast no matter how injured- how matter how much of a disadvantage it's at."
Barrel adjusted the straps of the title so it was buttoned accordingly and placed the title over his head so it was sitting like a very huge necklace made out of gold and leather.
"This ain't your title Williams, you were the winner of a trophy. This title makes me money and represents what I bring to the table- savagery unlike anything you've ever seen. Go for my knee.. don't forget I've got another one. Like I told Romero, I've got a rifle loaded with .22 caliber shots. If I miss one.."
Barrel tapped his right, injured leg-
"I won't miss again."
And like that, Barrel nodded as the scene cut off to black cueing the end.
That burly voice of the IMPURE Champion kicked everything off as with the trademark Capital Crew grungy desaturated filter we see The Big Badass. In his catcher's mitt sized hands he held a Old English 40 ounce bottle. Proudly rocking a black Pittsburgh Penguins cap, he also made sure to display a cut sleeve #87 Sidney Crosby jersey which looked more like a fitted dry-fit NFL uniform on him.
"What you won was from a different era Chris, a time where Fatman Danny Stevenson was trying his hardest to smooth out the edges and keep his product different. He wanted to keep tradition as implied by its old motto, what I've got? It goes against everything the MSW has ever stood for, it's something the ex and current MSW Champions tried to force onto the boys here."
With a huge gulp from the alcohol, Barrel placed the bottle down concrete stood of which he sat on. It wasn't clear where exactly he was, but he definitely was outdoors as the sound of crickets chirping and sirens echoing in the distance tipped us off. There was a bright light source behind [and above him] all as Barrel let his huge arms hang off of the edge of each knee.
"There's no secret what we've set out to do.. I still don't get why you're so up in arms over it. I mean you can thank us for ripping the power away from Cornelius and First Class, a group of guys who I may add that tried to screw you over way more than we ever did. He had it out for you- and hell, he still may putting you against me 'cause whether this little prick right here.."
Barrel slapped the side of his right knee to visually no pain.
"Is at a 100% or not, you've still gotta step in the ring with me. See Chris, us- The Capital Crew we came from nothing. Frankie was constantly shrugged off and passed over for everyone else- I was looked at as just a bland giant.. Theo never caught a break because they were afraid of giving him the ball and The Burb Boys people like to think are too stupid to figure it all out.. obviously they were all wrong. We've never been given on thing in this industry- we've had to go out and bust our asses to earn it so yeah I took it on myself to have the title that I won reflect our view on the industry. You're damn right "IMPURE" is a word I live by, it's the only way I've managed to survive this cut-throat industry for as long as I did with the bullshit and politics behind it!"
Adjusting the Penguins cap so the lid faced backwards, Barrel picked up the glass bottle and took another huge gulp from it. This time though, he didn't put it back down onto the concrete- rather, he kept it in his hand as he continued speaking.
"You're too wrapped up in the hoopla of what's going on to form a sound and logical opinion on our actions. You still think what we're doing is selfish.. we don't even get a thank you for making sure Cornelius never abused his power again.. a thank you would have been sufficient."
Barrel scoffed in disgust and took another sip from his alcohol.
"You- just like Badger, just like that midget Luke Jackson think that because we're going against the grain and taking the initiative to change what MSW was, we're wrong. We're the bad guys because unlike you Chris, we didn't stand around with our thumbs in our asses waiting for a handout that was never going to come. Did Frankie and I concoct a plan that got him into a favorable place in terms of manipulating Cornelius and Montana? Sure, but you can't tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing after being passed over time.. and time.. and time.. and time.. and time again. Frankie had got tired of it, why should he twiddle his thumbs in the backseat of the car when the guy sitting in the front seat couldn't navigate himself out of a Costco parking lot? MSW was on a destructive path and we saved it- we gave you guys, the ones who cry the most a chance to still wrestle here and yet.. we're the villains? If anything we were the chemotherapy to the First Class cancer.. there's unwanted side-effects but in the end, so long as we're persistent the cancer will go into remission and it'll all be good again. Look at the MSW.. Were we wrong?"
He paused to give the viewers and anyone else watching the chance to think over his statements which weren't too far off from the truth. As Barrel cocked his head back, he extended his right arm and gave off a slight shrug.
"We never ran from you at WAR by the way, we preserved you two. We kept you around because with First Class in shambles we needed to keep around some people that we could slap around to prove a point with if some wanted to get froggy. In every civilization Chris, you'll know this as you're a pretty smart guy, there's times when examples need to be made of.. and that's why we spared you two. We wanted to have you be the caped crusaders that those who oppose us could feed energy to like you're preparing a Spirit Bomb. You're the optimism twins when we're reality quintuplets, they need your positivity but deep down know we're the much necessary evil to keep this place going."
There was no static cuts here, rather just a shot of the big man soaking up the silence. It wasn't often that he had the chance to observe the quiet and formulate his thoughts. As much fun as he had with who he considered his brothers in arms in The Capital Crew with Frankie, Theo, Danny and Donny- sometimes it was good to take some time for yourself and figure stuff out. With his knee troubling him since his war with Romero which effectively took away his ability to hit people with that trademark big boot of his plus the ban on The Steel Screwdriver, he had to go back to the drawing board. Sure, being the rebel he was it wasn't out of the question for him to hit Williams with the Screwdriver anyway and ignore the fine and Varano's legal threats .. but he needed a contingency plan- that's what he was brewing now. For the first time this video though, Barrel showcased the IMPURE Title- folding the straps behind the championship he gazed down at it before holding it near the side of his face.
"This has put such a big bullseye on me, it's kinda entertaining to be honest."
Slipping in a quick chuckle, he continued.
"Everyone sees the IMPURE Title and wants to gun for it because they know if they're successful, it's almost an automatic bid to get to Frankie and the MSW Championship.. but just like I told Silas.. Chris, unless you're willing on cutting my heart out of my chest or taking my head clean off with a machete- this isn't going to leave my possession. You better make sure at Unstoppable, Mister Williams, if you REALLY want this-"
Hitting the side of his head against the center plate of the championship a few times, Barrel smirked.
"You not just take out my bad knee, but you better kill me 'cause I'm gonna keep getting up like Michael Myers. You think you're the one to dethrone me? Frankie proved you to be beatable at WAR as Danny and Donny left you wrecked. I'm not going to sit here and bullshit you, my leg is nowhere near healed but no excuses here. You're on the money man, Doc Gibbs cleared me and that's all that matters. But bad leg or not, that doesn't take away something you lack.. a killer instinct, you can't take that away from a beast no matter how injured- how matter how much of a disadvantage it's at."
Barrel adjusted the straps of the title so it was buttoned accordingly and placed the title over his head so it was sitting like a very huge necklace made out of gold and leather.
"This ain't your title Williams, you were the winner of a trophy. This title makes me money and represents what I bring to the table- savagery unlike anything you've ever seen. Go for my knee.. don't forget I've got another one. Like I told Romero, I've got a rifle loaded with .22 caliber shots. If I miss one.."
Barrel tapped his right, injured leg-
"I won't miss again."
And like that, Barrel nodded as the scene cut off to black cueing the end.
