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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2014 11:25:56 GMT -6
  >> "Great moments are born in great opportunities." <<
// Peterson's Perspective //
Tuesday 24th June, 2014
London, England.
A dark Grey suit, a smile plastered on his face, his eyes glimmering like the stars, his black hair slicked back perfectly. James Peterson was seated on an armchair looking directly at the camera addressing his fans and admirers via youtube on another edition of 'Petersons Perspective', the third edition to be precise.
The room was of reasonable size, with a book shelf located behind him which were stacked with resources, a circular clock hung above the man showing the Greenwich time. He leaned forwards, clasping his hands together whilst doing so, his charming grin shown on his face before he began to speak.
"Welcome to another edition of Peterson's Perspective, ladies and gentlemen."
With a smile on his face he paused, clearing his throat before continuing.
"I arrived at Missouri State Wrestling only a few weeks ago. Last week, I made my debut in an un-televised match against Braiden Mcain, a match that I won. In terms of performance, I was very pleased with how I performed. I was pleased that I managed to get the victory. And I was pleased that I managed to gain a first impression in front of the MSW fans. However, not all, were able to see me in action. Not all were able to see the emperor of excellence demonstrate pure domination. But don't fear.. this week, all of you will be able to see me in action, in the main event.
It's not usual that a superstar in their second match gets to main event the following show. I was quite surprised when I found out my next bout, however excited and enthusiastic at the same time. And my opponent, mister Bryce Manning. The MSW World Heavyweight Champion. What a way to really make an impression, hey?"
Once again he paused, sinking into his seat as he leaned backwards, running his fingers through his slicked back, black hair.
It finally dawned on me that I've been placed in this match as a decoy. I've been led into this match because the guys sitting on their asses up in the management boards, don't think that I'll beat Bryce. In fact, I believe that no one - thinks that I can beat Bryce. I'm in this match because I'm supposed to make Manning look like he's some sort of God. Well Manning, you're not. You're just the world champ, you're no God. You maybe the world champion, but you're beatable.
And I will, justify my statement next week when we collide. I'll make sure that at the end of the match, my name is the one that is being screamed by the ring announcer, I'll make sure that my arm is raised by the official and I am declared the winner. I haven't been around the wrestling industry for that long.. but I've managed to pick up skills everywhere I've traveled to wrestle. Over the last two years I've been around the globe in various countries. I've managed to develop a strong style fighting technique. A technical side to my game as well as my usual high risk moves being developed even more. These skills.. these essentials, will help me in this match against Bryce Manning. Everything I've learned and picked up, it'll be on display next week when we collide."An eerie silence filled the room once Peterson finished his sentence. His facial expressions were stern, his eyes were glued to the camera, he was serious. He licked his dry lips quickly to make them more moist, before speaking again. "I've acknowledged that I'm not the favorite in this match-up. Of course I'm not, Bryce Manning is the world champion but because of that this match is as important to you as it is to me. If you lose to me Manning, people will begin to question your ability. Your status as 'best in this company' will slowly begin to deteriorate because you lost to me. I'm the rookie in this match. I'm the beginner. I haven't been in this wrestling industry as long as you have Manning.
Whereas me, on the other-hand, I have nothing to lose. A loss to the world champion, it means nothing because that's what is expected of me. But you see, I don't like to live up to these expectations. I'd much rather contradict these expectations and beat you.
A win over you puts me on the map.
It let's everyone know that I am a force to be reckoned with, and that's what I want. I want people to know that James Peterson is the next big thing in the independent circuit. I want people to know that I beat the MSW World Champion in my second ever match here in Missouri. I want people to know that Bryce Manning couldn't beat me. He couldn't live up to his expectations. Bryce Manning was just like the others when he came toe to toe with James Peterson. HE WAS ORDINARY!"
He chuckled to himself before continuing."What's wrong with ordinary you ask? Ordinary means you're just like everyone else. And that's what you and I don't want Bryce, that's the only similarity we have. We don't want to be like everyone else. We want to be different - because being like everyone else means that you're average. And at the end of the day - it's the different, the crazy ones, the extra-ordinary's who prosper because they think outside the box.
I don't like you Bryce. I don't like that you're the world champion. I don't like that you're the face of this company. I don't like that even though people hate you, you're still mentioned a lot more than I am. I can deduce that you don't like me either. Not by the way you look at me. Not by the way you talk about me or what you say about me. I can tell you don't like me because you are a colossal cunt and you don't like anyone. But that doesn't mean I don't respect you, because I do. I respect you because of your in ring abilities. You're regarded as the best in this company and I can understand why. But just because you're the world champion, it doesn't mean you're invincible, because you're not. And I'll prove that.
Whilst you abuse the users of the social networking site called Twitter, there's only one place you'll find me and that's the gym. Training, working, and improving. It's all about innovation - and before our match, I want to make sure that I'm 100%, that I have not faults in the system. And then when we do meet in the ring, and the stage is set. And all eyes are fixated on us. I'll give you a match that you'll remember for the ages. A match that you would have never expected to be participating in."
Inhaled and Exhaled. He looked at the cameras disturbingly, slicking his backward backwards with the palm of his right hand.
"On the 3rd of July, I'll formally make my first impression to the world. This match has importance to me because this is an opportunity that not many wrestlers get to experience. This is an opportunity to show up the world champ; and gain some recognition. Manning. I want you to know - that I wish you good luck in our encounter."
With the sentence finished, Peterson smirked arrogantly."A good friend of mine used to tell me, luck is for losers." |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2014 15:17:44 GMT -6
>> "We fall, so we can learn to get back up!" <<You hear that Manning? We fall so we can get back up, buddy. And it's a shame, that this impressive streak of yours is going to come to an end. You're going to have to fall! It's inevitable that your streak will end and your title of "the best" will diminish. I was hoping that you'd perhaps accept that I'm a good challenger for your title - but sadly, you don't believe that.
Sadly you don't believe I'm good enough. It doesn't make me sad or upset. It just makes me confused because the fact is, I am. Perhaps you haven't done your research, but this year I've only managed to lose one out of fifteen matches I've had this year. Impressive huh? But you still don't believe that I'm a good enough opponent. You've even advised viewers to not watch the main event because your going to "slaughter" me, that statement really got to me, not going to lie. I wasn't crying. I was laughing.
And then as you do and because your immaturity levels are very high, you decided to use the slang term "pussy", to describe me, which is the complete opposite to who I am. It's beginning to dawn on me that you're very inaccurate but don't worry, I'll make sure next week that your accuracy with judgment become a lot more better!
Braiden Mcain was the first victim. And I've got to admit now, that match was pretty easy. But this isn't going to be, I know that. I know that I'll have to do everything in my power to get this victory of you Bryce, and I will. You're not going to beat me. You're not going to beat me. YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BEAT ME!
The Pussy- a coward or physically weak person; "wimp".
"So.. you're calling me a coward, huh?"As Peterson finished his sentence the camera faded from black to the scene. Peterson chuckled as he looked at the camera, a smile plastered on his face as he sighed; raising his eyebrows whilst doing so. Peterson stood in the middle of an empty ring. In fact, he was situated in a completely empty arena. For once, he wasn't in his usual out of ring attire of a suit and tie. No. Peterson was dressed in what he calls "casual wear", a t-shirt which had his face imprinted on it and beneath it had his signature nickname; "Emperor of Excellence". He was also wearing Grey skinny jogging bottoms which were tightened around the ankles and a pair of free runs 2.0's. Peterson continued to chuckle as he looked down at the canvas, contemplating what to say before raising his head and engaging with the cameras. "I'm not a pussy Manning. I'm not a coward either. And you have no sources to back up your statement, which really does make me think Manning.. how unintelligent are you? Everyone knows you must make a point, provide evident and then an explanation for it. Whilst you, well being delusional and child like - you continue to squabble and use words which really do not match my identity. I'm not a pussy. I'm the opposite if anything. If I was a pussy, surely I'd be backing off from this match between you and I? Surely. I'm pretty sure a coward wouldn't want to compete with the world heavyweight championship. Whereas myself, I'm excited at the opportunity. Perhaps a little over excited, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm not a pussy - I'm the emperor of excellence and when we meet in the ring in a weeks time, I want you to know that I'm gonna give you more than just a fight. The fact that you think this is going to be a slaughter match make me laugh because it's not. I'm GOING to push you to your limits. I'M GOING to make sure that my name is embedded in your mind. I'm going to make sure that eventually I'll get a title match because of my performance against you."
As Peterson finished his sentence he exited the ring and searched under it, pulling out a steel chair and throwing it towards the four sided structure. He then slid himself in and adjusted the chair in the center of the ring, taking a seat and placing his left leg over his right to sit in quite a formal manner. Still smiling, the emperor of excellence played with his hair a little, running his fingers through it before fixating his eyes back at the camera, his smug looking face quickly transitioning to a stern serious look. Of course he was serious. This perhaps was the biggest match of his career. He had to take it serious. He clasped his hands together, allowing himself some time to think.
"Let me just reiterate Bryce - I respect you. I respect what you've done in this company. I know that you're one of the best talents in the world at this moment. But that doesn't mean you're not a cunt. You see Bryce - I can say that. I can say whatever I want to in this promo because it's my time, and I don't care what you think of it. Simultaneously you manage to impress and piss me off, which really is quite an achievement. Right from the start you were a target of mine Manning. I always knew, from the day I put pen to paper to sign for this company, that I was eventually going to face you. I didn't know it was going to come this soon - but I'm glad that it has, I'm glad that I get to show the independent wrestling world what I've got in my locker. And what I've got in my locker is a barrel load of charisma and strategic management, along with mat wrestling skills, strong style wrestling and an element of high risk wrestling.Wherever you like it or not, I've got it all and I will push you to your limits - like no other man in this company has. The difference between me and the other buffoons you have faced during your time here - is that I'm all about being different. Whilst they continue to ponder with their ludicrous gimmicks - that everybody has already seen. They strive to become a carbon copy whilst I'm the real deal. I'm not two hundred and thirty pounds. I'm not six foot five. I've barely been advertised, I'm not signed to a management agency, sure I earn a bit of money but I don't invest it in my image and my look in wrestling. I invest hard work and time when it comes to wrestling - that's it. If you even think for a second that I'm like the other punks you've faced - then you got something else coming, Manning. And you're not going to like it!"He cleared his throat after finishing his sentence, continuing to make eye contact with the camera as he sat in a generally formal matter with his legs crossed, head up and back straight. "You call yourself a God here in Missouri State Wrestling. Well Manning, it's a shame that God doesn't exist. You're just a man who managed to win the world title when the opportunity came him way - you're no God. But you're extremely good at what you do - you used a hyperbole when you said you're a God, I don't expect you to know what that means, but in other terms an exaggeration. I won't deny you at the top of the food chain. You're on the high horse at the moment! On cloud nine... But one day you're going to be knocked off that high horse of yours. That title won't belong to you, and your status as the best in this company will diminish. Seeing as nobody else has managed to do it - I guess I'm the guy who is stepping up to the challenge of knocking you off that horse. Many men have tried but they haven't succeeded. But as I stated earlier - I'm not like many men! Thank myself for that!" Briefly he paused to catch his breathe back, before continuing.
"And just to clear things up - I never challenged you. I was assigned to this match. I don't know why but I like to think it's perhaps management think I may get a victory over you. I like to think it's because I'm supposed to be "the chosen one", who's mean't to bring you back to reality. That's what I like to think - but I know that theres more to why I've been booked against you, Bryce. I didn't ask for any of this. But I'm happy that it did happen.
I'm happy that I'll get to look you in the eye and tell you face to face that one day I'm going to have your title! I can't wait! All I want to do is represent this company and instead of having this cloud of glooms over it, I want to bring back the sunshine to MSW, because for too long you've been running your mouth, thinking that this is YOUR show. That this is YOUR industry. That this is YOUR company! For too long these people have had to listen to you rant on about absolute nonsense. It's been too bloody long and someone needs to stop the cycle - it's going to be me, there's a spoiler alert for ya.
The title may not be on the line next Thursday night, but what is on the line is your credibility as world champ, which makes it even more sweeter if I get the victory - when I get the victory. I want you to know that I'm not playing around. This isn't just some second part time job that I've decided to enroll. This my friend, this is now my industry! This is now my profession! Missouri State Wrestling is now my home! You can hate me, you can vilify me, but you can't ignore me, this is my home and no one is going to tell me otherwise, you or anybody!"Peterson got up from his seat, a smile plastered on his face as he glared at the camera. He clasped his hands together, exiting the ring and leading the camera crew over to the announce table, where a bunch of flyer's and posters were located, showing the main event of next weeks show between Peterson and Manning. He picked up one of the posters and looked at it before showing it to the cameras. "This match will go down in the archives! And I don't care what anybody says - I am going to beat you Bryce Manning. Beating you will be the down fall of your career and your status, your title, everything you've ever worked for here in MSW will slowly deteriorate! The stakes are high! Tension is rising! And as we approach next week - I'm getting more and more excited. The age of Manning is coming to a close but a new age of greatness is emerging. A new emperor is emerging to the scene! The emperor of excellence!
What I suggest you do Manning is prepare, think over what I've just said, and give me a match to remember. I believe that this match is going to beat your greatest challenge because you haven't seen much of me. You don't know much about me. From the looks of it, it doesn't seem like you've even bothered to do some in ring research on me. Whilst on the other-hand, I know a lot about you and well my research tells me that you're going to be very predictable in what you do!
Nevertheless.. I bid you good luck.. as an old friend of mine would say, Luck is for Losers!"
And that was all that he needed to say - he dropped the poster on the ground and looked deeply into the camera, a vacant look in his eye as he retreated backwards before turning himself around and slowly making his way up the entrance ramp. From the sound of it, Peterson was very confident about the match with Bryce Manning. In comparison to other men who have faced the world champion in the past. Despite this, Peterson knew it wasn't going to be an easy task. The cameras fades to black and the last shot was Peterson walking through the curtains, disappearing from the view.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2014 15:19:40 GMT -6
Note; Spelling errors corrected in first and second RP's.
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