Post by HEEL on Apr 14, 2014 21:26:32 GMT -6
|| One.. Step.. Away. There isn't a phrase readily available that explains better how far- or rather, close the MSW Championship is out of my grasp. If I take ONE step forward, I can grab it.. and once it's in my possession I can shove it into the face of Danny Stevenson and watch him gasp in horror as the man he wants out of the tournament- the one man he hopes somehow finds his way on the outside looking in.. Represents his company. I know Danny wants me to lose, sadly.. Danny doesn't have enough talent on the roster to see that through. Luke Jackson is just another speed-bump, not even a worthy one at that. No matter how 'quick' and precise he may be- it just takes 3 seconds from the time I crush his spine over my knee to me making a cover and keeping his shoulders down to take that anticipated step forward.
Unstoppable has come to be MY show- MY event, my trade-fuckin'-mark.. And this week will be no different. I told Lance Peterson that he'd get benched.. and he was. I told Drew Stevenson he stood no chance and he didn't- now I'm saying Luke Jackson, "The Kid" as he's called will be treated as such- an insubordinate little delinquent that deserves not just to face a wall with a 'Dunce' cap on his head- but to also be showed how to properly do things- and who better than to give the lesson free of fuckin' charge.. Than The Architect? ||
[ - Laying on a black colored Ironmaster bench- the camera's shot opens up above The Architect as his hands were gripped around the silver weight-lifting bar. On each end- two 45lbs. plates which was being repped like there was no tomorrow. Approximately 225lbs. was in Bryce's hands as after about the 15th rep, he placed the bar down onto the holders that stuck up on each side
and sat up, with a HUGE grin crossed over his face. Per usual- Bryce had on no shirt- with a pair of white and green Nike basketball shorts and same colored cross-trainers, Bryce rubbed both hands together and flicked a few beads of sweat towards the camera- which hit the center as he nodded. - ]
"Scratch another name off the list.. Lance Peterson- nice know'n ya, pal! Next step?! Luke Jackson- Luke Jackson from what I understand, is this guy that's up and come'n, apparently from the rumble'n on the internet.. I'm led to believe that he's gonna be the one to knock me off- to take me out of the tournament which'd instantly gain him a few brownie points in Danny Stevenson's bo-"
[ - Suddenly- the ground shook, or so Bryce made it seem. Standing up and attempting to gain his balance, Bryce grabbed hold of the weight-lifting equipment to his right and suddenly his eyes bulged out- nearly out of it's socket! - ]
"WHAT?! Oh.. Oh, now I understand.."
[ - Firing off yet another smirk, Bryce let go of the equipment and stood up straight for a second, all as scratched behind his head. - ]
".. I should of expected that. You can't say 'brownie' without expect'n the fatman- Daniel Lardass Stevenson to come run'n. Hold a pack of Chip's Ahoy about three feet away from him and that's a guarantee'd lawsuit- Assault and Battery on his part."
[ - It wasn't know just how much Bryce disliked Danny, but the constant.. 'poking of the bear' seemed to illustrate that maybe.. this was more of Bryce's way to irritate Danny- not to necessarily speak bad of him? The Architect had no reason to not like Danny Stevenson- truthfully speaking, Danny- despite Bryce's constant putdowns, hasn't made it any more difficult for him. Danny hasn't gone the extra mile to punish Bryce for acting the way he did, which gave Bryce [in his own head] all the leverage when it came to doing stuff like this. Maybe Bryce didn't like Danny all that much, but he knew that Danny had significant power within the company which is why he'd walk the tightrope and hurl insult after insult- in the end.. what was Danny going to do about it? - ]
"But that's neither here nor there- now we're at Step 3-"
[ - Bryce held up the pinky, ring and middle fingers of his right hand as the index and thumb was tucked. - ]
".. of 4. Step 3 indicates me take''n myself back into Hell Central aye- kay- aye fuck'n Missouri and once again put''n on a show that those inbred asshats won't forget. It's get'n real old- the whole- they pay $30 to see me- I think Danny needs to go visit a financial assistant 'cause his economical skills fuck'n sucks.. But then again, it doesn't surprise me. What does surprise me though.. It's that once again, the rumblings on the ol' interweb.. the smarks be'n smarks have Luke Jackson the favorite go'n into the match. I don't know.. Ya'd think after me DESTROY'N Drew Stevenson.. they'd see. Or, maybe- me WRECK'N Stevenson's prodigy.. Lance Peterson, that'd also make them realize.. But it doesn't. All it shows me is that no matter how much I give them- no matter how much of a show I put on for this unappreciative fucks.. It'll never change. Missouri is on the top of my shit-list.. and if I wasn't so adamant on stick'n it to Danny and Drew by hoist'n the MSW Championship high above my head.. I'd pack my bags and take the first plane to.. anywhere. Anywhere that'd get me as far as humanly possible away from these Walmart work'n, minimal wage earn'n.. welfare supported clowns.. And I fuck'n HATE clowns."
[ - With a look of total disgust etched across his face, Bryce moved around the bench and reached out to grab hold of the blue water bottle sitting there. Uncapping it, he took a HUGE gulp from the bottom before capping it and tossing it aside, all as he kept his back faced to the camera. - ]
".. so somehow- someway, I'm supposed to believe that this little midget Luke Jackson is supposed to be a credible threat to me? I can't even take him seriously, it looks like genetics decided to take off a generation after a certified circus dwarf cross-bred with an chimp! He's got those lanky arms, that midget face.. I'd better watch myself before he throws a god damned banana peel out of his pocket and catches me by surprise! To be honest though.. It's not that you suck Luke, because you do- but you haven't been tested.. not by someone of my stature. Sure it's cute you've managed to sneak yourself THIS far into the tournament, but all Cinderella stories needs to come to an end.. And at Unstoppable? That bell you hear indicate'n the start of our match? It's a double-mean'n kinda thing.. 'Cause it also means that the clock is strike'n midnight on your fairytale story. I'll be sure to pick that glass boot up you've got and bust it across your fuck'n head.. Not because I have to, but because I want to. I'm an evil- no good, sinister son of a bitch Luke.. You're gonna learn that."
[ - Locking his hands together, Bryce cracked his fingers and once more that smiled crossed his face.. - ]
".. I found it cute though.. How you think dreams come true. I really enjoy how you're this underdog that's defying the odds.. but let me ask you Luke.. What happens when that same underdog meets.. The Top Dog? What happens when you throw a mutt against a fuck'n thorough-bred Pitbull in a cage, Luke? I'll spare you the agony of wait'n.. You lose- you get hurt.. and at Unstoppable, as good as you think you are- as much of a mystique that surrounds you.. as much as you've got the smarks jump'n at the mere mention of your fuck'n name.. This pitbull is come'n off his leash and is go''n STRAIGHT for your god damned throat! I'm not gonna take it lightly on you 'cause you've got a 'promise'n' future- eh, eh-"
[ - Swiping at his throat quickly to indicate a cut throat taunt, Bryce continued. - ]
".. Fuck that. When you're stand'n in the ring that The Architect built, you know the dangers that come with the job! It didn't matter if it was you or Davis Wiley- that fat redneck with cheetos stuck in his beard- the outcome for this match has been decided the fuck'n second the brackets went up. Sure, you've got momentum.. but what's momentum gonna do when you run head fuck'n first into this immovable object?! What's that momentum gonna do- how is it gonna serve you when you're stare'n up at the sky- count'n fuck'n stars after I put.. you.. down?!"
[ - That trademark aggression that's made The Architect money through the years suddenly came through. - ]
".. Whether you like it or not, I'm gonna be the one to put an end to your silly little run, I'm gonna be the one that takes the air out from under your wings. You show up at Unstoppable pal, I'm gonna make it my personal mission to take that dream of yours- being the 'best' at something, and I'm going to turn it into a nightmare- something that causes your stomach to turn at the mere thought of it. I'm capable of do'n a lot of despicable things, Luke.. Run a Google Search- I think your eyes won't enjoy it much. If it means though.. That I've gotta kill the promise'n career of a kid that needed to use professional wrestle'n as a way out of mediocrity.. you can bet your ass I'll pull that trigger.. your future means absolutely NOTHING to me. I couldn't care if you dropped dead, Luke- that doesn't make me an asshole, it makes me honest. And that same honest guy is tell'n you.. That as good as you think you are, as much of a force you've worked your entire.. simple career to be, at Unstoppable. as much as energy as you exert attempting to top me.. it''s all gonna be for not'n. I haven't come this far to allow some jackass like you, a guy with a 'dream' take me out- no way.. No fuck'n way. Maybe it worked for Martin Luther King- how he preached about a vision- how he spoke of have'n a dream... if that's the case, think of me as James Earl Ray.. the man who single-handedly ended any and ALL talk of any future 'dreams' coming to be! Like I said Luke.. It's not so much that I'm an asshole.. more like it's this way 'cause I'm brutally honest.. and I'll say it again- at Unstoppable.. The fairytale you've crafted yourself to be the main character of.. will.. die."
[ - Bryce fired off a wink to the camera.. - ]
".. believe that."
[ -And just like that.. our scene fades.. which causes the camera to fade to black. - ]