Post by Drew Stevenson on Mar 6, 2014 16:03:58 GMT -5
Am I old blood or am I new blood?
This was a question that has been on the mind of Drew Stevenson, OCW’s newest/old superstar since back in 2005. You see, those three letters meant so much to Stevenson because he bled, he sacrificed and he damn near killed himself for the company and in return? The ungrateful owner always tried to stick it to him at every single turn but fate wanted him to prevail and thus; he did, going on to becoming the first ever and two time Intercontinental Champion, World Champion, and the first ever Hall of Fame inductee that the company ever had.
Wait... Back the truck up! A rookie you say?
The three letters, OCW had become synonymous with Stevenson to the point that like it or not – he was the face of the company, even when he didn’t want to be. This was a new time however, filled with new wrestlers, new opportunities and a new beginning. It felt like Déjà Vu however and that’s because in a way, it is, and only Stevenson has the opportunity to recreate the past legacy that he built once upon a time.
An alternate reality forged by war? It was on the horizon.
Opening up on a dimly lit room, it looked like it was an old throne room once upon a time. It had the long red carpet trimmed in gold that ran from the doorway up to the throne. Our main focal point was in fact the throne and it was once a beautiful golden throne that seated MSN’s Last Emperor before the entire Kingdom had crumbled. With some echoes heard throughout the old throne room, a familiar face to the old reality brought back the cheers, the adoration but to the new reality? It brought up some cheers but a lot of blank looks, something that Stevenson always hated but also something that he would correct in due time. With his head lowered, Stevenson has his hands positioned in the tight pockets of his blue jeans. Walking towards the once beautiful throne, his deep toned voice echoed throughout the now hollowed room as he spoke.
Drew, “You know, when you stand on the outside looking in – it sometimes feels surreal, like you are living in a past life or experiencing a serious case of Déjà Vu. That is what I am experiencing right now, almost as if I am in a bizarre world. You see, once upon a time – three letters meant the world to me and those three letters were Oh See Dubya and you better believe that I busted my ass to make sure that those three letters were known and recognized as the BEST wrestling promotion in the world. Now it seems that the groundwork for the new OCW that I am debuting in has already been finished and for the first time in a very long time, I am the new blood!”
Pulling his hands out of his pockets, he looks at them as if he has lost all of his power.
Drew, “The throne that I once captured? It has been erased! Everything that I worked so hard for – it only exists in the once upon a time fairytale but now I start anew. Now is the time that I take a once crumbled Empire and I rebuild it. Now is the time that I find a way to combine the old with the new and it all starts at Massacre this week when myself and Damian Payne get the momentum going on the old gravy train.”
Lightly chuckling, he turns his head and flashes that trademarked Stevenson smile.
Drew, “Four men enter but only two walk out with the momentum in this Lethal lottery tag team ordeal and sorry to burst your bubbles Pryde and Mario but you are looking at one half of the tag team that is going to be walking out of Massacre this week turning some heads. You see, I know that I am currently flying under the radar so to speak because not a soul knows what I’m capable of and truth be told boys? I like it like that! Now granted, I am well aware of the fact that will change as soon we go from bell to bell but until that time happens? I will remain in Sheep’s clothing so that my revelation will be swift and VERY meaningful.”
Continuing to flash those pearly whites, he means business.
Drew, “But what about the two of you, huh? See, you may try swooping in under the radar like yours truly but when I catch you in my territory? You better believe that it will become the danger zone and FAST because as God as my witness – the team of Warforged Insanity is going to show you and the rest of the OCW just why we are on the horizon. We are going to have every single person put on notice after Massacre this week because I may respect you but that doesn’t mean that I won’t beat you. Oh no, once you step into that ring, MY ring, I put respect on the backburner until after our match because in that ring from bell to bell? It’s all about Natural Selection and survival of the fittest and I can’t speak on behalf of the two of you but I can tell you that Massacre is just the beginning – the beginning of team Warforged Insanity, the beginning of the food chain changing and the beginning of yours truly on his journey back to the top. You see, I know that the three letters of this OCW are three letters that I only mutter yet have never defended. I know that the three letters of this OCW are letters that doesn’t have my name and face plastered all over them – I get that and I even get that I am the new blood. Quite frankly, I am perfectly fine with that because the time to prove myself is NOW and trust me Pryde, trust me Mario – the team of Warforged Insanity? Well, we are coming to change the landscape of OCW because I am going to inject my old blood into this new vessel and the two of you are the first step into my reality being reborn.”
Taking in a much needed deep breath, he exhales and walks up to the old throne. Running his hand along the old golden armrest, he then walks to the front of it and places his hands on the armrests before lowering himself down now seated upon the throne. Tilting his head back and closing his eyes, only one question remained...
... Am I new blood or am I old?
This was a question that has been on the mind of Drew Stevenson, OCW’s newest/old superstar since back in 2005. You see, those three letters meant so much to Stevenson because he bled, he sacrificed and he damn near killed himself for the company and in return? The ungrateful owner always tried to stick it to him at every single turn but fate wanted him to prevail and thus; he did, going on to becoming the first ever and two time Intercontinental Champion, World Champion, and the first ever Hall of Fame inductee that the company ever had.
Wait... Back the truck up! A rookie you say?
The three letters, OCW had become synonymous with Stevenson to the point that like it or not – he was the face of the company, even when he didn’t want to be. This was a new time however, filled with new wrestlers, new opportunities and a new beginning. It felt like Déjà Vu however and that’s because in a way, it is, and only Stevenson has the opportunity to recreate the past legacy that he built once upon a time.
An alternate reality forged by war? It was on the horizon.
Opening up on a dimly lit room, it looked like it was an old throne room once upon a time. It had the long red carpet trimmed in gold that ran from the doorway up to the throne. Our main focal point was in fact the throne and it was once a beautiful golden throne that seated MSN’s Last Emperor before the entire Kingdom had crumbled. With some echoes heard throughout the old throne room, a familiar face to the old reality brought back the cheers, the adoration but to the new reality? It brought up some cheers but a lot of blank looks, something that Stevenson always hated but also something that he would correct in due time. With his head lowered, Stevenson has his hands positioned in the tight pockets of his blue jeans. Walking towards the once beautiful throne, his deep toned voice echoed throughout the now hollowed room as he spoke.
Drew, “You know, when you stand on the outside looking in – it sometimes feels surreal, like you are living in a past life or experiencing a serious case of Déjà Vu. That is what I am experiencing right now, almost as if I am in a bizarre world. You see, once upon a time – three letters meant the world to me and those three letters were Oh See Dubya and you better believe that I busted my ass to make sure that those three letters were known and recognized as the BEST wrestling promotion in the world. Now it seems that the groundwork for the new OCW that I am debuting in has already been finished and for the first time in a very long time, I am the new blood!”
Pulling his hands out of his pockets, he looks at them as if he has lost all of his power.
Drew, “The throne that I once captured? It has been erased! Everything that I worked so hard for – it only exists in the once upon a time fairytale but now I start anew. Now is the time that I take a once crumbled Empire and I rebuild it. Now is the time that I find a way to combine the old with the new and it all starts at Massacre this week when myself and Damian Payne get the momentum going on the old gravy train.”
Lightly chuckling, he turns his head and flashes that trademarked Stevenson smile.
Drew, “Four men enter but only two walk out with the momentum in this Lethal lottery tag team ordeal and sorry to burst your bubbles Pryde and Mario but you are looking at one half of the tag team that is going to be walking out of Massacre this week turning some heads. You see, I know that I am currently flying under the radar so to speak because not a soul knows what I’m capable of and truth be told boys? I like it like that! Now granted, I am well aware of the fact that will change as soon we go from bell to bell but until that time happens? I will remain in Sheep’s clothing so that my revelation will be swift and VERY meaningful.”
Continuing to flash those pearly whites, he means business.
Drew, “But what about the two of you, huh? See, you may try swooping in under the radar like yours truly but when I catch you in my territory? You better believe that it will become the danger zone and FAST because as God as my witness – the team of Warforged Insanity is going to show you and the rest of the OCW just why we are on the horizon. We are going to have every single person put on notice after Massacre this week because I may respect you but that doesn’t mean that I won’t beat you. Oh no, once you step into that ring, MY ring, I put respect on the backburner until after our match because in that ring from bell to bell? It’s all about Natural Selection and survival of the fittest and I can’t speak on behalf of the two of you but I can tell you that Massacre is just the beginning – the beginning of team Warforged Insanity, the beginning of the food chain changing and the beginning of yours truly on his journey back to the top. You see, I know that the three letters of this OCW are three letters that I only mutter yet have never defended. I know that the three letters of this OCW are letters that doesn’t have my name and face plastered all over them – I get that and I even get that I am the new blood. Quite frankly, I am perfectly fine with that because the time to prove myself is NOW and trust me Pryde, trust me Mario – the team of Warforged Insanity? Well, we are coming to change the landscape of OCW because I am going to inject my old blood into this new vessel and the two of you are the first step into my reality being reborn.”
Taking in a much needed deep breath, he exhales and walks up to the old throne. Running his hand along the old golden armrest, he then walks to the front of it and places his hands on the armrests before lowering himself down now seated upon the throne. Tilting his head back and closing his eyes, only one question remained...
... Am I new blood or am I old?