Post by HEEL on Jun 25, 2014 21:24:58 GMT -6
|| As it stands now, Missouri State Wrestling is the cream of the crop. I'm not saying that because I'm its champion, but because when you look at the consistency, appeal and all around quality, there's nothing better. Me being MSW Champion is the cherry on top of an already delicious looking Chocolate Sundae, one that James Peterson is looking to ruin with his propaganda of me being a 'cunt'. I'm no such thing, I think that word is absolutely disgusting. Am I a prick? Yes, an asshole? Surely, a miserable, malcontent son of a bitch that wants to destroy the fabric of the world so I can sit back and laugh as everyone scrambles like a chicken without a head? Absolutely, but I'm no 'cunt'. I may engage in activities with 'cunts' but I am no such thing.
For a total MSW-nobody to step into MY promotion and attempt to label ME something I'm not, that's a problem. It starts off with the guys that signed this moron to a contract-- all eyes fall on the fatman Stevenson. As I said, his attempt to sabotage my reign as champion is becoming more and more apparent each passing day. He tried to put a prodigy in front of me, I ended him. He tried to follow up his effort with a hero and an underdog, both times their back ate my knee and I put them out of commission. Now, Stevenson's last ditch effort to attempt to weaken me before Back to Basics is putting some 'genius' in my way, hoping that at the least he can slow the momentum down so this Jersey Born Avalanche doesn't ENGULF Von Licht and Jackson like I've done in the past.
Go and do what you've gotta do Stevenson- put a scrub like James Peterson in front of me, it's like dangling a piece of steak over the head of a VERY hungry lion-- the jokes and fun last for seconds because the lion eventually gets the steak and devours it, just like what I'm going to do to James Peterson.
Good job chief, sacrifice talent for your own selfish benefit-- you're drunk with power.. or looking at you, OVERLY hungry with it. ||
[ Sadly, despite an active effort to live up to his words Bryce wasn't able to secure a polar bear to shave as a retort to James Peterson's tirade against him. Instead, Bryce would need to settle for the next best thing-- resorting to hand-drawn animations to illustrate his thoughts. He wasn't the best animator out there, he wasn't even close to being passable but there was no reason for him to sit in front of a camera wearing robes and puffing on Popeye looking pipes, that wasn't his style. The Jersey Devil liked to change things up, keep them fresh to make sure that he didn't fall into that dangerous category known as 'ordinary' much like a man-- he felt, James Peterson had done. With no shirt on, showing that heavily tattooed chest of his Bryce was going to work down on that paper, the black outline that was beginning to take shape definitely resembled something that everyone would be able recognize. ]
"I didn't want to set the bar too high as far as expectation, I knew that it was a seventy-five to twenty-five-- seventy five percent chance that you'd totally fail to impress me, as you did. You can't call me a cunt and say you 'respect' what I do and accomplished in the same promo Peterson, don't backtrack. I'd had been more supportive of you had you stuck to your words but you've shown me the kind of person you are--"
[ With a white piece of paper in front of him on the table, Bryce kept his eyes down on it and bounced from black- to pink- to green, and then finally back to black with the markers there-- finishing up his drawing he held it up to the camera as the camera zoomed in.. ]
"You're a pussy, just like that cat."
[ Placing the paper down, Bryce grabbed blank sheet and again begun to draw another piece of modern art. ]
"I could cut through your words like a chainsaw through a baby lamb, but what would that accomplish? Would it make me any better to tell the MSW Fans to NOT bother watching the main event as it'll be nothing short of a god damned slaughtering? Would it hurt the Missouri State Wrestling hit count if, prior to the main event I repeat the behavior I exhibited at the last Unstoppable, only this time knock out each and every camera man that I can find at ring-side to spare them the fact of having to bother with me ripping through James Peterson like a pit-bull would do this cat?"
[ Reaching over to his previous drawing, Bryce held it up again for the camera to see. ]
"I would, I bet all of you know and understand that. There's no lengths I wouldn't go to prove a point-- and this time, Mister Manning's Neighbor provides the point that James Peterson is nothing but a foul-mouthed, no American sense of humor.. having.. pussy."
[ Yet again Bryce held his picture up of the cat he drew. ]
"I don't know if that was your attempt at humor, I know we differ when it comes to that. I watched a few episodes of the United Kingdom's version of The Office and turned it off because it's just.. not funny. Just like you Peterson, you're not funny. Maybe in some other promotion where you picked up tricks of the trade and developed your craft you might be someone important, but at the end of the day? The first impression I got from you isn't anything of that nature, I don't believe you're as good as you think you are, I also don't think you're as smart as you believe yourself to be. I do, however- know that deep down, even you can't deny the fact that in Missouri State Wrestling-- I'm at the top of the food chain, I'm the alpha, omega-- I'm as you tried to discredit-- God. I'm God of Missouri State Wrestling, deny it all you want, because at Unstoppable I plan to rip that shirt off your back, show that yellow streak that runs down your spine and the rest of the world will see you for what you truly are--"
[ With a cheesy smile, Bryce nodded and held the animation of a poorly executed cat that looked like it was born 3 months early and had a tail that belonged to Pikachu- ]
"A pussy. I don't care if you're able to mat wrestle me, if you're going to attempt to execute your strong-style, you can come at me with kicks, punches, chops and elbows-- showcase your Muay Thai striking- attempt to channel your inner Daniel-san and pull off a Crane Kick, none of it matters because you're just a pussy. I don't know how many much more ways I can word it for it to come across as totally effective.. but you're just that. All I've gathered from you is that you think you're important and you're foolishly reading way too hard in between the lines. They didn't put you against me because they think you can beat me-- no, they put you against me because they're desperate and wants SOMEONE-- at this point-- ANYONE-- to step up and shut me up.. so they figured you're expendable. You're a disposable asset, why not throw you into the lion's den and see what happens! Oh, I'll tell you what happens-- here you go internet-- SPOILER ALERT!"
[ Pausing from his da Vinci art, he ran his free hand over the top of his shaved head. ]
".. James Peterson is going to lose. He's not just going to lose though, he's going to lose badly, all as I wash my hands of this stuck-up, unAmerican prick who thinks he can come into MY domain and not just challenge me, but insult me.. Insult me by coming up with these crazy stories how people will question me after this match because you're going to turn into someone of relevancy from now until Unstoppable and shock me by beating me. You're not beating me, bet your house on that. That little villa you grew up in across the Atlantic? Call a bookie, put down whatever you've got in your savings and checkings and after I get through busting your ass from turnbuckle to turnbuckle, that guaranteed money will be enough to pay off your debt AND have you be able to step away from MY promotion-- MY industry and find a new hobby, like stamp collecting or sewing."
[ Bryce placed the black marker on the top of his ear, all as he leaned back in the leather chair he was seated in-- causing it to creak as he did so. ]
"Thinking about it, you're not even worth my time to be drawing you specialized pictures of what you are! You can hide behind that stupid mask you call a face and talk circles on how you're going to make me look like an every-day, ordinary man but you've got it all wrong, Peterson! By me losing to you, I'd DESERVE that, I'd deserve to be questioned, criticized and ridiculed because as you said-- you're a nobody, you're just another passer-througher. I anticipate checking through the MSW Roster in a month and NOT seeing your name there, because you won''t last, your type never does. And why is that?! I'll tell you why.. No.. No.. I'll SHOW you why!"
[ Holding up the drawing of the deformed looking cat that Bryce would no doubt try to sell on the internet when this was all said and done for a totally ridiculous amount-- Bryce pushed himself out of the chair and slammed the drawing into the camera's lense over and over again, all as his voice sounded from beyond it. ]
"BECAUSE YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A PUSSY! I may be a CUNT, I may be a PRICK-- but at least I'm not some PUSSY that'll disappear after he catches the ass-whooping of a life time from the GOD-DAMNED CHAMPION! I don't care if you don't like the fact that I'm the champion-- that I'm the face of the promotion-- that I'm featured on the website's headers because of my ruggedly handsome features and colorful tattoos- all I care about is doing the MSW a favor for once in its existence and wiping it's ass of a dingleberry named James Peterson!"
[ Moving the picture of the cat away from the camera, Bryce surprisingly crumpled the piece of paper up and threw it in a nonchalant manner over his shoulder-- ]
"To be totally honest with you, you're right.. I don't like you. While it's true that I don''t like ninety-nine percent of the roster, you stand out because you irk me beyond normal proportion. I hope you fall in the gym and get a concussion-- or when you're busy trying to bench a whole whoppin' hundred and thirty pounds you tear your tricep. I wish nothing but bad fortune on you, hopefully lightning strikes the top of your head before Unstoppable so I won't be pressed with the duty of wasting my time in beating you like there's no future.. all because at the end of the day, I don't like your outlook on things. I don't support or respect your notion of things to come-- all and all, I'm going to rip your head clean off of it's shoulders and shank your spine-- if you've even got one-- not because I think you're a GIGANTIC PUSSY-- but because.. well.. I don't want your future."
[ As simple as it sounded-- there it was. Cocking his head back just a bit, Bryce shrugged his shoulders all as the camera cut off to black. Despite not being a art major, his point through animation was no doubt made and came across crystal clear; he didn't like James Peterson and had formed a pretty strong opinion on what Peterson was to him [Bryce]. He said he was doing the MSW and it's fans a favor by going out of limb to want to hurt Peterson and thus take him out of action, but rather-- this was more about a personal conquest, one to start showing the world that no matter what happens-- if MSW was to shut down tomorrow or flourish into a multi-billion dollar company ten or twenty years down the line with a rich history-- there will NEVER be a champion better than Bryce Manning-- ever. He'd stop at NOTHING to put that across, even if it meant taking out promising stars to build that notoriety that he feels is a necessary evil in this industry. Manning wouldn't stop there-- he''d continue to drop Hydrogen Bomb after Hydrogen Bomb on all of those that opposed him-- because as stated, he felt it was necessary. James Peterson pulled his number and the waiting line was coming to an abrupt end. At Unstoppable, the MSW Champion; The Jersey Devil, Architect.. Antichrist or Hillside Strangler, whatever you wanted to call him would be focused and be smelling blood, Peterson better have his 'A Game' packed and ready to go or else it was going to be a long night for him-- deducing Bryce Manning wasn't an easy task.. not at all. ]
[ Pausing from his da Vinci art, he ran his free hand over the top of his shaved head. ]
".. James Peterson is going to lose. He's not just going to lose though, he's going to lose badly, all as I wash my hands of this stuck-up, unAmerican prick who thinks he can come into MY domain and not just challenge me, but insult me.. Insult me by coming up with these crazy stories how people will question me after this match because you're going to turn into someone of relevancy from now until Unstoppable and shock me by beating me. You're not beating me, bet your house on that. That little villa you grew up in across the Atlantic? Call a bookie, put down whatever you've got in your savings and checkings and after I get through busting your ass from turnbuckle to turnbuckle, that guaranteed money will be enough to pay off your debt AND have you be able to step away from MY promotion-- MY industry and find a new hobby, like stamp collecting or sewing."
[ Bryce placed the black marker on the top of his ear, all as he leaned back in the leather chair he was seated in-- causing it to creak as he did so. ]
"Thinking about it, you're not even worth my time to be drawing you specialized pictures of what you are! You can hide behind that stupid mask you call a face and talk circles on how you're going to make me look like an every-day, ordinary man but you've got it all wrong, Peterson! By me losing to you, I'd DESERVE that, I'd deserve to be questioned, criticized and ridiculed because as you said-- you're a nobody, you're just another passer-througher. I anticipate checking through the MSW Roster in a month and NOT seeing your name there, because you won''t last, your type never does. And why is that?! I'll tell you why.. No.. No.. I'll SHOW you why!"
[ Holding up the drawing of the deformed looking cat that Bryce would no doubt try to sell on the internet when this was all said and done for a totally ridiculous amount-- Bryce pushed himself out of the chair and slammed the drawing into the camera's lense over and over again, all as his voice sounded from beyond it. ]
"BECAUSE YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A PUSSY! I may be a CUNT, I may be a PRICK-- but at least I'm not some PUSSY that'll disappear after he catches the ass-whooping of a life time from the GOD-DAMNED CHAMPION! I don't care if you don't like the fact that I'm the champion-- that I'm the face of the promotion-- that I'm featured on the website's headers because of my ruggedly handsome features and colorful tattoos- all I care about is doing the MSW a favor for once in its existence and wiping it's ass of a dingleberry named James Peterson!"
[ Moving the picture of the cat away from the camera, Bryce surprisingly crumpled the piece of paper up and threw it in a nonchalant manner over his shoulder-- ]
"To be totally honest with you, you're right.. I don't like you. While it's true that I don''t like ninety-nine percent of the roster, you stand out because you irk me beyond normal proportion. I hope you fall in the gym and get a concussion-- or when you're busy trying to bench a whole whoppin' hundred and thirty pounds you tear your tricep. I wish nothing but bad fortune on you, hopefully lightning strikes the top of your head before Unstoppable so I won't be pressed with the duty of wasting my time in beating you like there's no future.. all because at the end of the day, I don't like your outlook on things. I don't support or respect your notion of things to come-- all and all, I'm going to rip your head clean off of it's shoulders and shank your spine-- if you've even got one-- not because I think you're a GIGANTIC PUSSY-- but because.. well.. I don't want your future."
[ As simple as it sounded-- there it was. Cocking his head back just a bit, Bryce shrugged his shoulders all as the camera cut off to black. Despite not being a art major, his point through animation was no doubt made and came across crystal clear; he didn't like James Peterson and had formed a pretty strong opinion on what Peterson was to him [Bryce]. He said he was doing the MSW and it's fans a favor by going out of limb to want to hurt Peterson and thus take him out of action, but rather-- this was more about a personal conquest, one to start showing the world that no matter what happens-- if MSW was to shut down tomorrow or flourish into a multi-billion dollar company ten or twenty years down the line with a rich history-- there will NEVER be a champion better than Bryce Manning-- ever. He'd stop at NOTHING to put that across, even if it meant taking out promising stars to build that notoriety that he feels is a necessary evil in this industry. Manning wouldn't stop there-- he''d continue to drop Hydrogen Bomb after Hydrogen Bomb on all of those that opposed him-- because as stated, he felt it was necessary. James Peterson pulled his number and the waiting line was coming to an abrupt end. At Unstoppable, the MSW Champion; The Jersey Devil, Architect.. Antichrist or Hillside Strangler, whatever you wanted to call him would be focused and be smelling blood, Peterson better have his 'A Game' packed and ready to go or else it was going to be a long night for him-- deducing Bryce Manning wasn't an easy task.. not at all. ]