Post by HEEL on Apr 25, 2014 20:19:56 GMT -6
|| All roads lead here, it's now or never. After working my way through the tournament- after WRECKING the obstacles Danny Stevenson put in front of me.. just one was left- just one man stood in the way of my capturing the MSW Championship. Peyton Von Licht thought he had the tools to stop me.. how'd that work out for him? Drew Stevenson swore on his life that he'd take me out before I could build momentum.. how'd that woek out for'em? Lance Peterson? Luke Jackson? They don't even matter anymore.
The point I'm trying to make is that I've been at the top the mountain, shouting that I was at the top of the food-chain but no one bothered to listen. Instead of taking my word for it, Danny Stevenson put me through this bullshit obstacle course and wasted a hell of a lot of time.. as this, everything that's led to The Best of the Best was inevitable. No-one that was smart questioned my place in this tournament, the only reason we had to waste our time with this was due to technicalities.. fucking technicalities.
But yep- one more stop then I'll hold that MSW Championship HIGH above my head- as I continue to make history. I promised myself that I'd strive for perfection within the walls of Missouri State Wrestling and.. I wasn't speaking out of turn. Once that bell rings, my stock- my price.. it shoots through the roof, meaning I'm worth more here- but I'm almost worth more elsewhere. Of course I wouldn't win a title just to throw it in the trash.. who does that? Fucking idiots.
After five matches though- and pulling a double the last time around.. I could taste it, the gold and leather was RIGHT out of my grasp.. And no, Daniel Smart won't stop me.. I don't care how much 'rumblings' indicate that he doesn't like me, that'll just make it all sweeter when II severe his spine over my knee.
But go on Daniel, keep hating me. Keep disliking EVERYTHING I represent and bring to the table because it just shows how stupid you are. People pay to see ME- they aren't lining up around the block to see you. You're nothing but a vanilla midget with a stupid hair-cut. Pull a number and take a seat next to the rest of the crowd who 'dislikes me'.. As if I could give a fuck.
Now turn that fucking camera on. ||
[ Located within a classroom, probably one at the University of Missouri as the yellow colored walls indicated- we see The Architect standing in front of a dry-erase board. With his back faced to the camera though, at the moment he was putting up pictures of sorts- interestingly enough.. it seemed like the design of the back of his shirt- the notorious "A" in the shape of a diamond was OFFICIALLY licensed MSW merchandise which spoke volumes of what the company was beginning to do. Nonetheless- as he continued to put up pictures- it wasn't know of what exactly it was.. but with a chuckle, it was something that'd interest the crowd. Eventually, he broke the silence.. All as he spoke his voice bounced off of the white-board and was picked up by the camera. ]
"What does an Emerald, a Prodigy, a Hero- and a Kid have in common?!"
[ Turning, Bryce placed the red uncapped Sharpie near his head as he smirked. ]
".. they're all statistics in the Win and Loss column for The Architect. They're all fallen opposition, guys who THOUGHT they had the ability to take me out but in the end.. failed. See, when all the smoke cleared- Drew Stevenson failed for the thousandth time.. Lance Peterson, a kid who I admire for having ALL the tools to be something in this business.. couldn't get the job done.. same is said for MSW's super-fuck'n-hero Peyton Von Licht and Luke Jackson. As good as they might be, as much as they're able to take talent to the limit, what does that say about the work-ethic that lives within.."
[ Bryce pounded his right clenched fist over the left side of his chest; the man spoke the truth. Naming another that worked as hard as he did on a constant basis when he was in the groove of things was a challenge that SHOULDN'T have money on the line. His name is synonymous with hard work.. it's how he rolls. ]
".. What does that say about the ability that dwells within!? See, I've shouted this off of MOUNTAIN-TOPS.. There's good.. and then there's Bryce Manning. There's excellent.. and then there's Bryce Manning.. I'm in a league of my own. There isn't a single single of a bitch that can beat me in Missouri State Wrestling- legends, emeralds, heroes, prodigies, kids.. WHATEVER. And now.. My last step- it's Daniel Smart.. a guy that's been away from the business for three long years- a guy that's look'n to make a name at MY expense.. Eh- eh, fuck a whole lot of that. I've done my research Daniel, I'm not try'n to step into this whole thing blindfolded. I know you come from a family involved in the SPORT of Professional Wrestling- I may of never heard of your cousin.. But he's got some clout to his name.. I know that there's some history between you and Garland.. but Danny, let me let you in on a little somethin'.."
[ The Architect leaned into the camera as he shook his head lightly- all as he fired off yet another cocky smirk, one that made you want to jump through the monitor or phone.. however you were viewing this promo and attempt to punch him square in the face.. simply because he looked like such a total prick. ]
".. I ain't Robert Garland. He seems to be the talk of the town- maybe he's Bryce Manning from an alternate-reality? I don't know- to be honest with you, I don't care.. but I just wanted to clear that up with you. You've gotta be focused, Smart- can you handle that? Are you able to handle the pressure of being in possibly the biggest career in your match- let alone in your return to the sport?! Ya know what they say.. pressure busts pipes.. so we're gonna learn a lot from this experience. I've been 'round the block, Daniel.. Close to ten years and I've had my share of hyper-extended elbows and neck stingers- I've bled for this sport, I've sacrificed A LOT for this sport.. but I'm through with that! The days of Bryce fuck'n Manning sacrifice'n ANYTHING aside of some punk kid for the greater cause.. it's done.. It's over. I've heard you reference deal'n with 'psychopaths' in the past- I ain't one of them. I'm also not a funny guy like Bonecrusher.. I'm as focused and lethal as they come Danny, so I hope.. to.. fuck'n.. God you don't show up think'n this'll be a cakewalk and it ain't goin' take much."
[ There was a lot of unspoken admiration for what the men in MSW has managed to do- especially those in the Best of the Best Tournament, but if Bryce spoke of that- the mystique of his 'hard-to-crack' shell.. it vanishes. He had to keep the arrogance- he had to keep the attitude, because it allowed him to be confident in what was going on. Unlike most- Bryce wasn't some cock-strong moron who didn't pay mind to who he was facing.. Daniel Smart didn't come THIS far in the tournament because he's lucky. He's ran through just as much opposition as The Architect has.. which makes him dangerous.. but how dangerous? Bryce doesn't know what sidelined Daniel in the first place causing that three year hiatus- but that's a red flag, it was a weakness. Despite Bryce's nature of choosing to work for promotions that close up shop quickly, he never lets himself get away from the sport longer than a few months.. so that's an advantage for The Architect. One must question HOW far Daniel Smart can go.. before he crumbles to his knees because he doesn't have enough juice- because the tank begins to run on 'E'. ]
"Look, I'm not gonna stand here and discredit everything you've managed to accomplish.. You're good kid, but.. how good? Good enough to stop- as I've been considered here- the unstoppable force? Are you smart enough to out-scheme me?! Stronger and more skilled to out-wrestle me?! You're fast, you're agile- but Luke Jackson and Peyton Von Licht was too.. and I didn't have a problem putting them down. What makes YOU different? 'Cause you've got the Knee-DS? Well brother, I've got The Spineshanker and I've put EVERYONE who's crossed my path out with it. Bring your fuck'n 'A Game' 'cause this is your one true shot to earn the respect and recognition from Fatman Stevenson and the rest of those imbeciles that'll show up to the show. You want that big break, kid?! Bring your ass to Best of the Best and.. SHOW me why I should pay you any mind. I'm not doubt'n your ability to win- but I do doubt your ability to beat ME.. one on fuck'n one, when all the marbles are on the line. Clutch.. It's all 'bout bein' clutch, Danny.. You're either born with it or you're not. Time and time again I've won the big matches- I've cemented my name among the circle of those who are familiar with my work.. Are you able to do the same?!"
[ Bryce was purposely CHALLENGING Daniel Smart to show up and give him all he's got.. it was a tricky tactic as it could backfire and blow up in Bryce's face badly. Times like this though, it was a option that Bryce had to take.. As he said- this was for the biggest prize in the promotion. There was nothing that was off-limits, if motivating Smart to bring his best was something Bryce thought was the right thing to do- he was a veteran, his call was to be respected. ]
"I'm not gonna stand here and tell you that.. you're this.. you're that- no, fuck that. I know what you're able to do, I've watched your matches, but I'm just wonder'n how much you've got left in the tank. That'll be somethin' we figure out at the show.. Huh? For your sake Smart, I hope that you're able to go one hundred percent, 'cause I'm perfectly fine with DIE'N in the middle of that ring if it means I win the match- I don't care if I'm not alive to enjoy it- one way or another, my name will be associated with the FUCK'N FOUNDATION of MSW! I've said it once- and I'll say it again.. I'm The Architect, Daniel- and yeah.. I've got the blueprint.. to BEAT.. YOUR.. ASS!"
[ Giving the camera a look at his face- he stared into the camera as the vein on his forehead throbbed like crazy. It'd be a wonder if he was able to look any more serious than he did now.. and that was pretty impressive. His blue eyes pierced into the camera- his gold hair pulled into a ponytail behind his head.. that, in Bryce's opinion was the look of the future MSW Champion. Taking a few more seconds to stare into the camera- he turned around and picked the red Sharpie out of his front leg pocket.. once again uncapped it and did some scribbling on the whiteboard behind him. Once he was done, he tossed the pen over his shoulder and nodded.. as he stepped off of the scene, leaving the camera to view the work he had done.. ]
"Just one remains Daniel.. You're gonna me the unfortunate that meets not only the single most focused Bryce Manning in recent memory.. but one that lacks any sort of empathy. I don't care if you break your leg during the match on accident- I'm rip'n off that knee pad and I'm gonna FURTHER the damage. It's what separates winners from losers- life-long champions from contenders. I'd suggest you look deep within and try to find that mean-streak that everyone has- I don't know how far you're will'n on push'n the ordeal.. but in order to beat me.. Daniel.. You're gonna have to fuck'n kill me."
[ Bryce's voice echoed off the side of the frame- all the camera continued to keep peeled on the pictures and art Bryce had did to them. Drew Stevenson- Lance Peterson, Peyton Von Licht and Luke Jackson's pictures had big red 'X's' over their faces.. The one picture with a circle was of course, Bryce's opponent.. Daniel Smart.. It had the makings to be the match that can catapult Missouri State Wrestling into bigger limelight.. Manning versus Smart.. It'd be nothing short of a CLASSIC. ]