Post by HEEL on Mar 17, 2014 20:54:27 GMT -6
| | - In six days, one of the most one sided rivalries will continue.. and the result won't change. No Drew, nothing changes at Unstoppable. In your own arena, in front of your people, I'm going to do what I do best.. and that's completely demolish you. We both know that despite the period in your career where it's nothing but a bunch of padded wins- you can't beat me. You never could.. You never will. I don't care who the principal owner is in MSW- it also don't matter if you've got people on your fuck'n payroll- when it's all said and done, I'm walking out of Unstoppable one step closer to closing in on the MSW Championship- something that should be handed to me.
.. who the fuck works for anything these days? Especially in Hick Central, Missouri!? - | |
[ Centering in on a shot of Bryce Manning sitting before a pool-- probably somewhere in Missouri, the weather was ideal for a day to mellow out. About 50 degrees with the sun out, winds blowing roughly at 15 miles per hour or so- it also made it a great day when sitting at Bryce's right at a tall can of Mountain Dew: Kickstart. With a pair of black Oakleys sitting on the bridge of his nose, protecting his eyes from the UV Rays from above, Bryce had his right arm above his head and his left draped over his chest. The area looked to be reserved for him- and him only, a common theme since he's been here. It wasn't as if The Architect had time for people in Missouri, he felt as if he was on a whole different level from these commoners. By separating himself from them, he could keep up his image of the man- he could keep his mind straight and on the target without worrying about some low-class idiot attempting to stab him for destroying their hero. ]
“We're back at Square One.. It's a common trend, isn't it Drewskie Boy? I mean.. Our lives are intertwined, somehow- someway. we're at odds with each other.. And the result is always the same; I win. But I just don't win in any form, no- no.. When I win Drew, I usually do so to where I push you close to the point of insanity. I seen that around here- you've got people think'n that you're some martyr- that you're some god-damned messiah that should be worshipped and celebrated.. and that just proves my point; Missouri is full of ass-backwards idiots. I mean seriously, let's take a second to think about it.. The industry is decorated with the best of the best- but yet, you're celebrating Drew fuck'n Stevenson? The same Drew fuck'n Stevenson that doesn't know left from right- the same Drew Stevenson that WOMANZIES!? How can you treat someone of such low-class with such respect?! Home-State hero or not- the fact that people treat Drew Stevenson like he's Ronald Regan makes me fuck'n SICK!”
[ For those familiar with the Bryce Manning and Drew Stevenson sage- Bryce holds a pretty hefty advantage over Drew. Between being undefeated against Drew since his debut in 2005 to breaking Drew's neck- The Architect just seems to have Drew's number in every instance. Bryce felt comfortable heading into Unstoppable, he knew what he needed to do to keep his record unblemished and would stop at nothing to achieve that. As good as Drew may be- Bryce never took away from Drew's ability, but.. as good as Drew was.. Bryce was THAT much better. It didn't matter how- The Architect would continue to keep that advantage because Drew.. can't.. beat him. ]
"In Missouri State Wrestling, we've got a clean slate, Stevenson. There's no talk of how lazy you are- there's no knock'n your relatively piss-poor work ethic- all I can say is that at Unstoppable, I'm gonna take your miserable self and bend your back over my knee like a god damned accordion. I'm gonna punish you, Drew- I'm going to use you as an example, far.. far worst than what I did to that fool Salman Van Dam. Since people like to treat you like you're God's son- let's have you suffer the same fate. They wanna cheer and chant for you?! They wanna line up at the door and be your fuck'n disciples?! OK, that's fine- 'cause at Unstoppable, whether you like it or not.. I'm gonna fuck'n crucify you, and let's see how you enjoy it when I put that crown of thorns on your head after I drive nail- after fuck'n nail into the palm of your hands- into the soles of your god damned feet! Let's see how much you enjoy being crucified for THEIR sins, Drew! Let's see if you enjoy being a fuck'n scape-goat for a buncha smarks that wanna cheer you on- that wanna fuel your fire!”
[ Placing both hands together, Bryce rubbed them in a vigourous manner- as that smirk crept back over his face. ]
“Just think'n about this Drew, it gets my blood boil'n, just the fuck'n thought of have'n to waste my time with step'n in the ring with you for the millionth, time.. What's up with that? Do you and your stupid Uncle sit in front of a fuck'n fireplace plann'n shit like this out?! Do you guys have a little Composition Book like 3rd Graders write their journals in, plot'n and plan'n every move for the event that The Architect shows up to one of your fuck'n promotions and decides to actually want to HELP this god damned mess instead of throw'n gasoline on the already out of control dumpster fire!? I've said it since I arrived Drew- it seems like the inability to comprehend simple fuck'n English language is drive'n a wedge between us! I said it from the start- I ain't here to wreck what you're try'n to do- I want to help. I want to take boulder by boulder- brick by fuck'n brick and lay the foundation to this place so I can step back, smile and enjoy at what I built. But instead- Dumb and Dumber- Danny and Drew, you two are force'n my hand- and you of all people pal.. You should know that when you back The Architect into a corner- not only do I come out swing'n, but I have the uncanny ability to hurt people along the way.. Whether it's by-standers- whether it's those doomed to carry on the Stevenson name- no-one is safe- so is that the path you're want'n me to go?"
[ From his downed position where he was lounging, he now sat up in the midst of cutting the promo and snatched the shades off of his eyes. Those cold- icy blue retinas burned into the camera, it definitely left an impression on the viewer as Bryce pushed himself up and essentially snarled. ]
“.. is that what you two want?! Do you both want me to go crazy and hurt anyone who's in my fuck'n way?! That's fine with me, you jackasses didn't have to ask me twice! See Drew- in Missouri State Wrestling.. I get it. You've got pressure to succeed- Danny is put'n the weight of the world on your shoulders to keep me away from the MSW Championship- they want you to bounce my ass out of the tournament.. So you've gotta ask yourself- can you deal with that? Are you able to handle the pressure? Can you honestly tell yourself that you're able to go one on one with Bryce Manning- with The fuck'n Architect- and walk out healthy, let alone.. victorious?! Contrary to popular fuck'n belief, Drew- I never bought into your god damn hype, I never found you to be the best of the fuck'n best. I'll take great pride in knock'n your ass off that pedestal that you've fixed yourself on. Allllllllll the Drew-Maniacs wanna hold you at a level high above the rest of the world- I'm gonna chop that fuck'n bean-stalk down with the side of my hand and watch and laugh as you fall flat on your ass before I end it and break.. your.. FUCK'N NECK!”
[ Shouting that last bit of his sentence- Bryce was like a raging bull now, his nostrils were flaring as the vein on his forehead throbbed. ]
“I- again, will have to take the initiative and stop the hype-train before it gains speed and becomes out of control. We all know what happens when Drew Stevenson gains a bit too much momentum- when he starts set'n into a groove.. his fuck'n ego emerges and he starts to think he's the greatest thing since sliced bread. Not this time, Drew- not when I'm around. You can throw around those accolades, pal- you can have those twenty-odd-something World Championships, those multiple Hall of Fame nods from a bunch pf places nobody even cares about- but what you CAN'T have is success- not when I'm in the driver's seat- it ain't gonna fuck'n happen..”
[ Bryce's mood shifted from enraged to serious, the color in his face returned back to it's normal tanned shade as the throbbing of the vein on his head sorta stopped. His raspy voice continued though- one had to ask themselves how much contempt Bryce Manning really had for Drew Stevenson. Just mentioning the name to Bryce could set him off on a rant far past anything else he knows- which begged the question.. Did Bryce really hate Drew? - ]
".. If there's anything in this world I hate aside of guys that like to brag and boast 'bout some irrelevant fuck'n achievements- it's you, Drew. I can honestly say.. That with every fiber in my body, with every ounce of my heart.. I fuck'n hate you- I fuck'n loathe your existence and I wish- no.. no.. I hope that you make like Malaysia Flight 370- just do us all a favor and fuck'n vanish so I'm not cursed look'n at you. Save us all the time, Drew- do your fan-club a favor and avoid the inevitable-"
[ Cutting a cocky, yet extremely mocking smirk now- Bryce turned his head at just the right angle causing the sun to catch his gold hoop earring on the bottom of his left ear- letting off that trademark cackle, Bryce nodded before the camera zoomed onto his face. ]
".. If you show up at Unstoppable, you know what's going to happen. I don't need to spell it out for you, I'm not gonna take more time out of my already packed schedule to give you visual fuck'n aids. If you open your mouth Drew, I'm going to hurt you- if you show up at Unstoppable? Well then heh.."
[ Bryce shrugged his shoulders and let a look of amusement cross his face for a second. ]
"I'll fulfill that ever apparent career death-wish you have. You know what I'm able to do, Drew- let's skip past the fuck'n formalities. Let's avoid the cliches- let's not act like what could happen at Unstoppable is all one.. big- Chuck E. Cheese for a four year old's birthday type of fuck'n surprise. If you show up, I'm going to rip you apart, I'm going to piss on the Stevenson legacy and I'm going to advance in the tournament and forever-.. fuck'n forever Drew- be known as the Trump Card to Drew Stevenson. You may be a King to people- but I'm ALWAYS the Ace- make the mistake of show'n up and we'll relive what happened in Manhattan.. And I'll.. fuck'n.. enjoy it."
[ With yet another crazy cackle, Bryce moved past the camera and dived into the pool- hitting the water with a nice splash, he eventually emerged from beneath it's surface and tossed his head back to allow the water to be thrown backwards. Using his right index finger and thumb to clear his eyes of the chlorine, he smirked again. ]
"At Unstoppable- The Architect, best believe Drew- has got the blueprint to end your fuck'n CAREER!"
[ For kicks, almost like an inside joke, Bryce threw up the middle, ring and pinky finger of his right hand as he nodded.. That finger formation through the East Coast had been known as 'The Symbol of Destruction' one that people like Drew and Scotty- even Kim Pain knew all too well.. ]
".. With.. or Without them.."
[ Planting the possibility in Drew's head was fun for Bryce, it was all one big mindgame for him. Walking into Unstoppable to square off against The Architect wasn't exactly an easy task for Drew, especially when he had to worry about Bryce's prophecy being fulfilled of The Unholy 3rinity being reformed. Whether or not that was a reality wasn't known- what was though, is that Bryce Manning gave Drew Stevenson a way out of showing up at Unstoppable. Drew wouldn't bite, Bryce knew he wouldn't, but he still would leave the opportunity on the table- at least in the end, once it's said and done and Drew was stuck in a halo for the remainder of his career- no-one can't say Bryce didn't give him the chance to be normal. At Unstoppable- the war would continue- but The Architect had the blueprint to beat Drew Stevenson.. and best believe that it wouldn't change come Sunday.. For those that held Drew as their own personal Jesus- don't bother tuning in on Sunday- it'll be a total and utter massacre. ]