Post by HEEL on Feb 28, 2014 22:55:27 GMT -6
| | - After having a few weeks to think it over, I came to the conclusion that Missouri State Wrestling would more than likely fail.. Unless I lit a fire under it's ass. If I didn't take the reigns of this promotion and make it into something I'D watch, it'd be destined to go down the same tube that all the 'other' alternatives went.
So I sat back.. I thought.. What'd set the MSW apart? Me ripping into Danny Stevenson? Nah, I traveled down that path before.. Nothing new. Maybe banging Stevenson's daughter? Also been there- done that.. So what's left? Well.. I never said I needed an original idea, right?
The one reason why the IRX in Manhattan worked so well was because we TRULY was different. Every night- no matter how many people were in the arena, we treated it as our last night on Earth, we tore the house down.. Not for them, but for us. To 'network' our name to a higher level. So MSW.. It's no different, this industry is all about networking. I'm not trying to earn the MSW more fans, I'm trying to earn myself more business ventures. Maybe a bar-b-q shack since the Chiefs absolutely suck? Possibly- everything is a possibility.
So.. I think the best way to approach the MSW is to treat it like I've treated the IRX.. The IRX never needed The Anti-Christ, that's my mindset to destroy. Instead, IRX needed a pioneer- it needed a 'franchise', what MSW needs- is an identity. It needs someone to grab it by the throat, look it in the eye and say, "Look motherfucker, you're my property- you're not failing unless I say it's OK." So what I'm going to give MSW is something far different from what that numb-skull, broken neck having asshat, Drew Stevenson can give- something that whining ass bitch- Scotty Addams can give- what Missouri State Wrestling needs.. And it was obvious from the beginning..
.. The fuck'n Architect.. Yeah, The Architect. - | |
So I sat back.. I thought.. What'd set the MSW apart? Me ripping into Danny Stevenson? Nah, I traveled down that path before.. Nothing new. Maybe banging Stevenson's daughter? Also been there- done that.. So what's left? Well.. I never said I needed an original idea, right?
The one reason why the IRX in Manhattan worked so well was because we TRULY was different. Every night- no matter how many people were in the arena, we treated it as our last night on Earth, we tore the house down.. Not for them, but for us. To 'network' our name to a higher level. So MSW.. It's no different, this industry is all about networking. I'm not trying to earn the MSW more fans, I'm trying to earn myself more business ventures. Maybe a bar-b-q shack since the Chiefs absolutely suck? Possibly- everything is a possibility.
So.. I think the best way to approach the MSW is to treat it like I've treated the IRX.. The IRX never needed The Anti-Christ, that's my mindset to destroy. Instead, IRX needed a pioneer- it needed a 'franchise', what MSW needs- is an identity. It needs someone to grab it by the throat, look it in the eye and say, "Look motherfucker, you're my property- you're not failing unless I say it's OK." So what I'm going to give MSW is something far different from what that numb-skull, broken neck having asshat, Drew Stevenson can give- something that whining ass bitch- Scotty Addams can give- what Missouri State Wrestling needs.. And it was obvious from the beginning..
.. The fuck'n Architect.. Yeah, The Architect. - | |
[ Since almost causing a riot at Unstoppable for two consecutive shows, it's safe to say that Missouri as a whole isn't too thrilled with Bryce Manning, but that's exactly where he wanted himself to be positioned. Shooting from an unknown location at the moment though- we catch a glimpse of Bryce- the facial hair from the last show gone- instead, all that remained was a goatee. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail- gold chain hung from around his neck, of course hanging from that rope chain was a gold crucifix, something he never left the house with- it's what kept him grounded. Nonetheless, Bryce was standing in the dark somewhere- his back was leaned against a chain-link fence. A street light from above hit the chain and the gold hoop hanging off of his left ear-lobe the right way.. giving the camera a little sparkle as Bryce flashed a toothy smile. all as he nodded his head. ]
"Ya know.. [ Pausing for a second, Bryce let off a light chuckle ] .. You've got some nerve, Danny. Ya think you can extort me- that you can parade me around like some god damn hooker for your own god damned benefit. You think that 'cause I'm under a very.. very.. weak contract that I need to do what you say- that when you say 'jump' I need to ask 'how fuck'n high, master?' Well Danny, if that's how you're think'n, let me give you a physical- not verbal clarification.."
[ Lifting his right hand, Bryce purposely stuck his middle finger out and held it there for the duration of the moment. ]
"That's what I think of you and this entire God-forsaken.. fuck'n state. You don't tell me what to do- NO-ONE tells me what to do. But.. I'll tell you what.." [ Bryce dropped his right hand to his side, all as his left begun to stroke his goatee.] "I'll accept your little challenge. You think your nephew scares me? You think he impresses me? I've broken Drew Stevenson's neck more times than I can count- but you know what's funny? I never get tired of doin' it. I never get tired of drop'n him on that stack of dimes he calls a neck and watch'n him writhe and cry in pain. Hoping that.. Someone- maybe YOU will come down the stage, pull his card and tell him.. 'No Drew, it's OK.. You've gave enough!' See Danny, you're throw'n your own flesh and blood to the wolves. You don't care about him, what you care about is getting your name associated with success instead of failure.. But that's hard to do.. With the last name 'Stevenson' is synonymous with fuck'n failure. Especially.. Especially when stand'n across from a Stevenson- oppose'n them is Bryce Manning. I've had Drew's number for years.. it won't change this time around."
[ It wasn't as if what Bryce was saying was a lie.. He's one of the few, maybe the only.. to beat Drew Stevenson on multiple occasions, but also- he's remained perfect against Drew. No matter how hard The Emerald tried, he could never get one over on Manning.. Drew would say that himself. Somehow.. Someway, Bryce would find a way to beat Drew, it happened.. every.. single.. time. As he stood there though- it was that arrogance that gave him that uncanny edge over Drew. Unlike a lot of other people in the industry, Bryce would find a way to crack Drew's psyche- he'd find a way to get into Stevenson's head and toy with him like a cat with a mouse. He looked at professional wrestling as a game of living and breathing Chess- the first few moves would eventually set you up for the inevitable win- or the failure- only, in Bryce's case.. he never lost. ]
"So yeah Danny, good job man.. Good job throw'n Drew under the guillotine, good job make'n Drew take the fall.. 'Cause I've said it before and I'll say it again.. My hatred for him- for you, for your entire fuck'n backwood, inbred- CURSE of a family.. it'll never go away. Maybe when I was young and naive, I saw Danny Stevenson- the ordinary man- do things he wasn't. Maybe I saw Danny Stevenson as the Ron fuck'n Jeremy of Pro Wrestling- the fat, overweight, every day guy live'n the dream and me- as a buck-seventy pound junior in high school.. maybe that gave me the inspiration to do this- but those days are dead and gone brother- now? Now.. It's the dawn'n of a new era- it's the rise of The fuck'n Architect! Oh yeah Danny, this is what you wanted, right? You didn't want me to sabotage the MSW.. I mean, why would you? You knew damn well that by invite'n me here- that I'd feel the need to bring this god damn promotion up from the scum it sits in to the top of the fuck'n mountain. Only.. I ain't do'n this on YOUR terms, I'm do'n this on MINE. I ain't gonna adhere to your god damn rules- I ain't play'n ball by your regulations. You wanted Bryce Manning? Well ta-fuck'n-da, you've got him- and I ain't stop'n 'til I have the MSW Championship around my god damn waist, over my shoulder- or hang'n out of the front of my trunks to be a constant reminder that whether you like it or not- I'm the BEST this god damn industry has- have- and WILL see."
[ One could sense the adrenaline rushing through his veins- a vein across his forehead, a trait known by many begun to throb which said all that needed to be said over where Bryce's head was at the moment. Regarded by many as a great promo man, the way he crafted his words and exhibited his thoughts.. it was a thing of beauty. Whether he was verbally smacking an opponent or making someone look better than they should look, it didn't matter.. Bryce was a beast, and what made him so dangerous is the fact that everything he spoke, he believed. He believed he was the best the business had seen, he believed that fifty years into the future, when he's 82 years old, nobody will be able to top him. It's what set him apart, it's what gave him that edge that he's known for. ]
"Go on Danny, make another mistake! Feed me some curtain-jerker like Salman Van Dam and see what the fuck happens. The fun and games, I'm done with that. Start'n from this point on, I'm go'n to give you the most fiery, most vicious, hardest hitting- truth-be-telling son of a bitch you can ask for. I'm not play'n your game, we're play'n mine.. and you know what sets it apart from the rest of'em? I play for keeps. So make the mistake of thrown' Es-Vee-Dee in my way again and YOU'RE gonna be stuck answer'n to that bastard's family over his disappearance. If there's one thing you outta know, it's not to piss me off 'cause there's no come'n back from that. I'll slash through anyone you put in front of me- and I mean it. Es-Vee-Dee was just the beginnin'- watch what happens to your nephew, watch as I again pen the fuck'n chapter on how to beat Drew Stevenson. And no.." [ Yet another chuckle was let off by Bryce- his raspy voice sounded soon after. ] "I'm not gonna stop hijack'n Unstoppable so don't even ask. Until you show me you're capable of put'n on a show that doesn't completely fuck'n suck, I'm going to continue to interrupt matches- to steal time from the rest of the hacks you've got signed to 25$ a night contracts- it's what I do. Oh and yeah.. One other small piece I need to get off of my chest.."
[ Crossing his arms across his chest, Bryce rolled his shoulders forward and jerked his head to the left- letting off a crack from his neck- then to his right- emitting yet another crack, all before he nodded yet again and cut the most arrogant looking smile known to man. ]
"Robb Daniels. Apparently I ruffled some feathers by interrupt'n this absolute nobody and people think that I was wrong- that by me NOT apologizing at Unstoppable, I did them dirty- that I deserve to be punished for my actions.. Well if you're in that demographic and feel that way?" [ Sighing, Bryce let his arms drop away from his chest and brought them up to his head- ] "Well.. I guess.." [ He let his right hand run over his slicked back hair, all as he tried to formulate a way to word what was at the tip of his tongue. ] ".. I guess that you can.. Kiss.. My.. ASS."
[ Yep, and there it was. Following his lack of empathy, Bryce didn't chuckle- he LAUGHED. A raspy laugh that seemed to bounce through the silence provided by the evening. All as he continued to laugh, he once more brought his arms up in front of him- locking them across his chest as he nodded.]
".. I don't owe anyone- anything. Not Danny Stevenson, not Bob Daniels- not Barrack fuck'n Obama. If you don''t like what I say- how I say it and who I say it too, it sounds like a personal fuck'n problem. I ain't in the business of be'n a therapist, I don't care about your feelings and issues. All I care about is make'n sure that Missouri State Wrestling isn't the breeding ground for jackasses like Bobby- Eobbie.. Rob.. Who gives a FUCK- Daniels- people who cry- all 'cause their time is DONE. I don't care about why you retired, man. I also don't care why you feel like this is the place for you to be to call it an end. Just remember- I'll crush you- I'll end you. I don't know who you are and where you came from- let's keep it that way. I can tell from the lack of a reply you don't want to go there with me and that's fine.. Hey.. Every promotion needs a pussy.. congratu-fuck'n-lations Robby Boy, you've earned the title! So be the whippin' boy- it seems like that's all you've probably known in life. To you- and the fans that believe I owe you an apology, you can kiss my ass 'cause you're not getting one. If you're feel'n froggy, then motherfucker.. leap. Ask around, ask the guys who's somebody here.. I don't just win matches- I alter careers. When you get that smile back pretty boy.. I'll be wait'n.. Wait'n to crush your fuck'n face."
[ In the NBA- anyone who's familiar with the Los Angeles Lakers knows that there's a time in the game where Kobe Bryant goes into ''Mamba Mode'. The best way to describe it is by saying Kobe Bryant goes from being his usual self to a cold blooded assassin. He'll hit impossible shots in the face of adversity, he'll step over you if he crosses you out- he's 'the bad guy' to other teams. Peyton Manning has the ability to do this too- also, Bryce Manning has it. There comes a point where he goes as hard as possible at someone and people sit back in awe as they don't know what to say. He's gifted with that ability- and he showcased it for those who may question him and what he's capable of doing. As he stood before the camera though- his icy blue eyes burning a hole through the thing- it was apparent that he meant everything he said- everything. Chewing on the [once] stick of Big Red gum in his mouth- that pretty much, along side the feint sound of crickets in the distance that was around at the moment. With a confident nod of his head, Bryce once again curled the left side of his lips to the left- forming a smirk. ]
"For those of you late to the party- let me reintroduce myself. My name is Bryce Manning, but if you're on the roster- consider me God. Browse the forums, check on the 'net, the smarks will confirm what I'm say'n. A lot of them can't stand me, but they can't deny that I take ordinary promotions and make them memorable.. and it's exactly what I'm going to do with Missouri State Wrestling. If you're smart, stay out of my way or you'll end up on a hospital bed with pins in your god damn neck after I break it. You want a long and successful career? Knock yourself out.. but it ain't going to come at my expense. I've earned the name 'The Architect' from the smarks along the way- it should be The Alchemist due to how I take piles of crap and turn it into gold- but this time around.. it's gonna be the same story with the same ending.. The Architect arrives, he dominates and he'll put yet another fuck'n company on the map.."
[ Pausing his words on purpose, he took a second to roll his shoulders forward and ran his thumb and index finger on his left hand down his goatee once more.]
".. Is what the fuck I do."
[ Ending it with a wink of his right eye and a smirk- the scene abruptly cut to black.. as the scene faded out. For those unfamiliar.. Bryce has two modes; The Anti-Christ [shortened from The Anti-Christ of Professional Wrestling] which is when he's in full destruction mode- where he'll take any shortcut to sabotage people and their dreams.. and then he has The Architect- which represents a more 'positive' Bryce- and by positive you can link it to how Atilla the Hun represented his people. Bryce will look to take the MSW on his back and do whatever is necessary to have the promotion be a success, even if it means snuffing out competition left and right on the journey. There's no one that scares The Architect- well, that may be bit of a stretch as the one person who has the ability to get into his head has been missing for years now- but that's neither here.. nor there. As Bryce said- Danny Stevenson knew what he was getting into when he brought Bryce in, this came with the territory. Nothing should surprise him- not Bryce's killer instinct, not his intention of ruling the promotion. All Danny can do now is sit back and watch as it all unfolds. Bryce never walked into a place without a plan- be sure of that- so everything he does- every word he speaks, it's building to something bigger.. As he said.. it what the EFF he does. ]
"For those of you late to the party- let me reintroduce myself. My name is Bryce Manning, but if you're on the roster- consider me God. Browse the forums, check on the 'net, the smarks will confirm what I'm say'n. A lot of them can't stand me, but they can't deny that I take ordinary promotions and make them memorable.. and it's exactly what I'm going to do with Missouri State Wrestling. If you're smart, stay out of my way or you'll end up on a hospital bed with pins in your god damn neck after I break it. You want a long and successful career? Knock yourself out.. but it ain't going to come at my expense. I've earned the name 'The Architect' from the smarks along the way- it should be The Alchemist due to how I take piles of crap and turn it into gold- but this time around.. it's gonna be the same story with the same ending.. The Architect arrives, he dominates and he'll put yet another fuck'n company on the map.."
[ Pausing his words on purpose, he took a second to roll his shoulders forward and ran his thumb and index finger on his left hand down his goatee once more.]
".. Is what the fuck I do."
[ Ending it with a wink of his right eye and a smirk- the scene abruptly cut to black.. as the scene faded out. For those unfamiliar.. Bryce has two modes; The Anti-Christ [shortened from The Anti-Christ of Professional Wrestling] which is when he's in full destruction mode- where he'll take any shortcut to sabotage people and their dreams.. and then he has The Architect- which represents a more 'positive' Bryce- and by positive you can link it to how Atilla the Hun represented his people. Bryce will look to take the MSW on his back and do whatever is necessary to have the promotion be a success, even if it means snuffing out competition left and right on the journey. There's no one that scares The Architect- well, that may be bit of a stretch as the one person who has the ability to get into his head has been missing for years now- but that's neither here.. nor there. As Bryce said- Danny Stevenson knew what he was getting into when he brought Bryce in, this came with the territory. Nothing should surprise him- not Bryce's killer instinct, not his intention of ruling the promotion. All Danny can do now is sit back and watch as it all unfolds. Bryce never walked into a place without a plan- be sure of that- so everything he does- every word he speaks, it's building to something bigger.. As he said.. it what the EFF he does. ]