Post by HEEL on Jun 6, 2014 19:16:20 GMT -6
| | And there you had it-- the conspiracy that Bryce believed to be brewing within MSW in terms of Danny Stevenson wanting to do ANYTHING to get the title away from The Architect's grasp had come to a head. Instead of having the match restarted, they claim that there's 2 winners.. how is that fair to the champion? After Bryce had run rampant through any challenger put in front of him, Stevenson figured that the chances of The Architect losing would be better if there was two he'd have to deal with.. But once again, Danny is TOTALLY underestimating Bryce effin' Manning.. | |
".. heh.. if one can't succeed, why not two. Is that the logic Fatman is attempt'n to use here?"
[ The camera opens up in no place particular, just a simple gym with Bryce seated on a weight-lifting bench. With both hands clasped together, The Architect didn't seem too thrilled with the turn of events from Unstoppable with how the Battle Royale ended, and it was understood. A champion should never be put into situations where he'd have to fight beyond normal means to keep his championship-- Danny Stevenson's dictating ways was beginning to show through now. ]
"Ya know, I could sit here and tell the fans that I was right-- that Danny Stevenson couldn't give a fly'n fuck 'bout anyone of you, but it'd be for not'n. It seems that you morons are equally as stubborn as he is, and it doesn't matter how many heroes or kids that get put down like a sick Old fuck'n Yeller, you'll never learn. I tried to tell everyone that Stevenson is a dictator that's gonna stack the odds against me-- but how has it worked out so far? By my calculation.."
[ Bryce paused for a second and scratched the tip of his grizzled with hair chin, all before nodding. ]
".. it hasn't. It won't neither, 'cause I'm not your average, ordinary, every-day champion. I defy what it means to hold this.."
[ To his right was the MSW Championship, grabbing it by the strap- he held it up to the side of his head with a smirk across his face. ]
"I'm not NOT'N you've EVER seen before. Danny thinks 'cause he worked during an era where it was all razor-blades and Cadillac's, he 'knows' what can be done to take me down.. That fat son of a bitch couldn't even tell you what he had for lunch yesterday due to devour'n a whole fuck'n menu. Don't let Danny Stevenson trick you into think'n he's the second come'n of Christ in form of a promoter, he's not-- all he is, is a bitter ass-clown that NEVER experienced the success I've achieved, so he takes his envy out on me. Since day.. fuck'n.. one, he's been a dick, he tried to enforce his bullshit policies against me-- tried to censor me, fuck that!"
[ If The Architect was a bull, he'd be seeing red at this point. Also, if he was able to blow steam from his nose as a show of aggression- he'd put steam-rooms to shame. ]
"I've dealt with the fuck'n politics my entire career- go ask Drew, if he can find time in his womanizing schedule to give you a straight fuck'n answer!"
[ And there it was-- the first 'official' shot taken at Drew Stevenson.. for no reason at all, besides the fact of his relation to Danny. ]
"Better yet, get Gravitt on the line- I hear he's not too busy these days as he's run'n low on his mascara collection."
[ ... and there's the random shot at fellow talent relations official, Justin 'Giant' Gravitt. ]
"I heard Decaine is back in business in Los Angeles, why don't you go find him on Twitter- he'll be able to sum it ALL up very nicely. I've been fuck'n held down, spit on and thrown away my entire career- Danny, this is child's play. I developed thick skin, thick enough to know when I'm untouchable and when I'm not-- and this right here..?"
[ Trailing his words off- Bryce brought the MSW Championship back up to the side of his face. ]
".. this means I'm the fuck'n John Gotti of MSW.. The Teflon Don, only.. I won't get taken down for a careless mistake like tax invasion. I'm untouchable enough to be able to summon a camera-crew and tell you straight- you're a fuck'n prick and I hate you. I hate everythin' you represent, I hate how you do business. I hate that instead of find'n me SUITABLE challengers, you're throw'n Von Licht in my path.. as if the ass-whoop'n I gave him the last time didn't stunt his growth enough. Instead of recruit'n from across the United States- you'd rather throw green-as-a-fuck'n-avocado Luke Jackson in my way, know'n damn well that the next time I get that little bastard in my grasp, I'm going to sever his spine from his skull!"
[ It wasn't that Bryce disliked Peyton or Luke, it was the opposite actually. Despite not actually acknowledging it-- he looked at Peyton and Luke in a high[er] regard than the rest of the talent-- simply because he's beaten them, and they're still around. After hitting them both with Spineshankers, it'd be easy for them to turn and run, but they stood and they fought their way back to the top of the mountain. Of course in the opinion of The Architect, it didn't come under favorable conditions [to him] but the fact remained-- they weren't handed anything. ]
"I try to like these guys, I figured as a leadership bond'n type of activity, I'd take'em all out to a steak dinner but then I realized that half of them are work'n at the local steakhouse, so I ruled that out. You don't think that I wanna see Peyton Von Licht achieve all sorts of greatness?! You think I don't wanna see Luke Jackson have his balls drop so he doesn't look like a 11 year old girl? I've got high hopes for those two, but at the moment.. you're crush'n their careers by FORCE'N them to step in my way. You're take'n the easy way out Danny, and 'cause of that, you're hurt'n your roster. I don't know how much more people I can skin alive in the ring before you see that the disparity level between me and them is so far, even your fat ass could fit in the space between!"
[ The one criticism that Bryce had about Stevenson [among the other thousand] was that he didn't try to recruit from across the way. Missouri State Wrestling has opened eyes and brought in a lucrative draw for the books, Bryce felt that Stevenson wasn't opening the check-book to lure in bigger, more challenging talent. ]
"But you know what? Fuck it, put them in front of me. Give these two young guys ANOTHER shot, and watch them squander it 'cause I'll be sure to crush them under my fuck'n boot. I don't know when it's gonna set in-- hopefully soon-- that there's NO-ONE.. Not Peyton Von Licht, not Luke Jackson-- not Tommy Angel or St. Tuck.. well, maybe St. Tuck-- that can stop this reign of terror. You people think Nefarious is scary 'cause he has kids sing'n fuck'n ring around the rosey? HA! Watch what happens to two of MSW's brightest stars when they step in the ring against me-- my new nickname will be The Master of Fuck'n Horror! NOW GET OUT OF MY FACE!"
[ As usual, the foul mood- foul-mouthed Jersey Boy shoved the camera out of his way as he stood up. Throwing the MSW Championship over his right shoulder, he moved out of view as the camera closed out and faded off to black. ]
".. heh.. if one can't succeed, why not two. Is that the logic Fatman is attempt'n to use here?"
[ The camera opens up in no place particular, just a simple gym with Bryce seated on a weight-lifting bench. With both hands clasped together, The Architect didn't seem too thrilled with the turn of events from Unstoppable with how the Battle Royale ended, and it was understood. A champion should never be put into situations where he'd have to fight beyond normal means to keep his championship-- Danny Stevenson's dictating ways was beginning to show through now. ]
"Ya know, I could sit here and tell the fans that I was right-- that Danny Stevenson couldn't give a fly'n fuck 'bout anyone of you, but it'd be for not'n. It seems that you morons are equally as stubborn as he is, and it doesn't matter how many heroes or kids that get put down like a sick Old fuck'n Yeller, you'll never learn. I tried to tell everyone that Stevenson is a dictator that's gonna stack the odds against me-- but how has it worked out so far? By my calculation.."
[ Bryce paused for a second and scratched the tip of his grizzled with hair chin, all before nodding. ]
".. it hasn't. It won't neither, 'cause I'm not your average, ordinary, every-day champion. I defy what it means to hold this.."
[ To his right was the MSW Championship, grabbing it by the strap- he held it up to the side of his head with a smirk across his face. ]
"I'm not NOT'N you've EVER seen before. Danny thinks 'cause he worked during an era where it was all razor-blades and Cadillac's, he 'knows' what can be done to take me down.. That fat son of a bitch couldn't even tell you what he had for lunch yesterday due to devour'n a whole fuck'n menu. Don't let Danny Stevenson trick you into think'n he's the second come'n of Christ in form of a promoter, he's not-- all he is, is a bitter ass-clown that NEVER experienced the success I've achieved, so he takes his envy out on me. Since day.. fuck'n.. one, he's been a dick, he tried to enforce his bullshit policies against me-- tried to censor me, fuck that!"
[ If The Architect was a bull, he'd be seeing red at this point. Also, if he was able to blow steam from his nose as a show of aggression- he'd put steam-rooms to shame. ]
"I've dealt with the fuck'n politics my entire career- go ask Drew, if he can find time in his womanizing schedule to give you a straight fuck'n answer!"
[ And there it was-- the first 'official' shot taken at Drew Stevenson.. for no reason at all, besides the fact of his relation to Danny. ]
"Better yet, get Gravitt on the line- I hear he's not too busy these days as he's run'n low on his mascara collection."
[ ... and there's the random shot at fellow talent relations official, Justin 'Giant' Gravitt. ]
"I heard Decaine is back in business in Los Angeles, why don't you go find him on Twitter- he'll be able to sum it ALL up very nicely. I've been fuck'n held down, spit on and thrown away my entire career- Danny, this is child's play. I developed thick skin, thick enough to know when I'm untouchable and when I'm not-- and this right here..?"
[ Trailing his words off- Bryce brought the MSW Championship back up to the side of his face. ]
".. this means I'm the fuck'n John Gotti of MSW.. The Teflon Don, only.. I won't get taken down for a careless mistake like tax invasion. I'm untouchable enough to be able to summon a camera-crew and tell you straight- you're a fuck'n prick and I hate you. I hate everythin' you represent, I hate how you do business. I hate that instead of find'n me SUITABLE challengers, you're throw'n Von Licht in my path.. as if the ass-whoop'n I gave him the last time didn't stunt his growth enough. Instead of recruit'n from across the United States- you'd rather throw green-as-a-fuck'n-avocado Luke Jackson in my way, know'n damn well that the next time I get that little bastard in my grasp, I'm going to sever his spine from his skull!"
[ It wasn't that Bryce disliked Peyton or Luke, it was the opposite actually. Despite not actually acknowledging it-- he looked at Peyton and Luke in a high[er] regard than the rest of the talent-- simply because he's beaten them, and they're still around. After hitting them both with Spineshankers, it'd be easy for them to turn and run, but they stood and they fought their way back to the top of the mountain. Of course in the opinion of The Architect, it didn't come under favorable conditions [to him] but the fact remained-- they weren't handed anything. ]
"I try to like these guys, I figured as a leadership bond'n type of activity, I'd take'em all out to a steak dinner but then I realized that half of them are work'n at the local steakhouse, so I ruled that out. You don't think that I wanna see Peyton Von Licht achieve all sorts of greatness?! You think I don't wanna see Luke Jackson have his balls drop so he doesn't look like a 11 year old girl? I've got high hopes for those two, but at the moment.. you're crush'n their careers by FORCE'N them to step in my way. You're take'n the easy way out Danny, and 'cause of that, you're hurt'n your roster. I don't know how much more people I can skin alive in the ring before you see that the disparity level between me and them is so far, even your fat ass could fit in the space between!"
[ The one criticism that Bryce had about Stevenson [among the other thousand] was that he didn't try to recruit from across the way. Missouri State Wrestling has opened eyes and brought in a lucrative draw for the books, Bryce felt that Stevenson wasn't opening the check-book to lure in bigger, more challenging talent. ]
"But you know what? Fuck it, put them in front of me. Give these two young guys ANOTHER shot, and watch them squander it 'cause I'll be sure to crush them under my fuck'n boot. I don't know when it's gonna set in-- hopefully soon-- that there's NO-ONE.. Not Peyton Von Licht, not Luke Jackson-- not Tommy Angel or St. Tuck.. well, maybe St. Tuck-- that can stop this reign of terror. You people think Nefarious is scary 'cause he has kids sing'n fuck'n ring around the rosey? HA! Watch what happens to two of MSW's brightest stars when they step in the ring against me-- my new nickname will be The Master of Fuck'n Horror! NOW GET OUT OF MY FACE!"
[ As usual, the foul mood- foul-mouthed Jersey Boy shoved the camera out of his way as he stood up. Throwing the MSW Championship over his right shoulder, he moved out of view as the camera closed out and faded off to black. ]