Post by Drew Stevenson on Mar 12, 2014 17:28:18 GMT -5
Charles Stevenson
October 13th, 1930 – October 31st, 2005
“May you rest in peace.”
Standing outside on a cold day and looking at a beautifully sculptured headstone was one of OCW’s most recent acquisitions, Drew Stevenson. Dressed very respectfully, Stevenson has on a nice black suit and over that a long gray business type coat that he has his hands stuffed into the pockets to keep them warm. While keeping his brown eyes peeled onto the headstone, he begins to speak very softy, very humbly.
Drew, “You know Damian, you had asked me if I knew who my father was – well, I’m going to answer that for you. You see, I lost my mother and father in a car wreck at the age of seven and my grandfather, God rest his soul took me in and raised me. So yeah Damian, I know EXACTLY who my father is and it was Charles Stevenson, a hard working middle class man who busted his ASS to make sure that I had everything that I needed. But yeah man, I got what you were trying to do with that little daddy reference, I’m not naive but here’s the catch or the truth rather.”
Pausing, he peels his eyes off of the headstone and looks at the camera.
Drew, “I don’t feel that I’m entitled to anything because I’m not. Have I had tremendous success in this industry? Yes, I have but even when I was inducted into the Hall of Fame Damian – I not once used my name or status to get a free ride. See, unlike you man – I believe in working for everything that I got because just like the people that you loathe? I see myself as a working man, as a man of the people and if that makes me the kind of guy that you want to try, yes try beating down then be my guest; make that attempt because when you do Damian? You have my word that you will fail!”
Nodding his head, he looks incredibly focused and determined.
Drew, “You see, you can make little cracks that I’m freaky looking because my looks have nothing to do with my wrestling ability. You can even grasp for straws and tell all of the wonderful fans off but at the end of the day Damian? It’s because of the fans, the people that you loathe so bad that you get a paycheck so keep that in mind before you continue to run off at the mouth spilling all of your verbal diarrhea.”
Narrowing his eyes, he was a bit fired up.
Drew, “I get it though man, I really do! I get that you are livid that it was you who lost for us last week because you on a two loss losing streak and you miraculously think that I’ll be your golden ticket to getting back on your winning road. What do I look like to you, Willy Wonka? See man, I’m that that you seemingly have me undermined because then when I beat you? Watching you swallow that jagged little pill will be incredibly refreshing and from the sounds of it Damian; you need a little lesson in respect and I might not be no big, tough biker like you but I promise you that I can fight. In fact, when we go from bell to bell Damian? You’ll still be a biker, you’ll still have all of your tattoos, all of your leather vests and jackets, all of your Harley Davidson’s but you will be exposed. Oh yeah, like most of the other bikers? You’ll be exposed as being nothing more than a soft Teddy Bear because you might be pissed off at the world right now but you want the truth Damian...”
Slightly leaning forward, he has a huge grin running along his face.
Drew, “... The only person you have to be mad at is yourself because it was you that got pinned last week, not me!”
Keeping that smile expressed, he turns around to walk off but before he does – he looks back over his left shoulder.
Drew, “Keep that in mind Damian!”
Fade.
October 13th, 1930 – October 31st, 2005
“May you rest in peace.”
Standing outside on a cold day and looking at a beautifully sculptured headstone was one of OCW’s most recent acquisitions, Drew Stevenson. Dressed very respectfully, Stevenson has on a nice black suit and over that a long gray business type coat that he has his hands stuffed into the pockets to keep them warm. While keeping his brown eyes peeled onto the headstone, he begins to speak very softy, very humbly.
Drew, “You know Damian, you had asked me if I knew who my father was – well, I’m going to answer that for you. You see, I lost my mother and father in a car wreck at the age of seven and my grandfather, God rest his soul took me in and raised me. So yeah Damian, I know EXACTLY who my father is and it was Charles Stevenson, a hard working middle class man who busted his ASS to make sure that I had everything that I needed. But yeah man, I got what you were trying to do with that little daddy reference, I’m not naive but here’s the catch or the truth rather.”
Pausing, he peels his eyes off of the headstone and looks at the camera.
Drew, “I don’t feel that I’m entitled to anything because I’m not. Have I had tremendous success in this industry? Yes, I have but even when I was inducted into the Hall of Fame Damian – I not once used my name or status to get a free ride. See, unlike you man – I believe in working for everything that I got because just like the people that you loathe? I see myself as a working man, as a man of the people and if that makes me the kind of guy that you want to try, yes try beating down then be my guest; make that attempt because when you do Damian? You have my word that you will fail!”
Nodding his head, he looks incredibly focused and determined.
Drew, “You see, you can make little cracks that I’m freaky looking because my looks have nothing to do with my wrestling ability. You can even grasp for straws and tell all of the wonderful fans off but at the end of the day Damian? It’s because of the fans, the people that you loathe so bad that you get a paycheck so keep that in mind before you continue to run off at the mouth spilling all of your verbal diarrhea.”
Narrowing his eyes, he was a bit fired up.
Drew, “I get it though man, I really do! I get that you are livid that it was you who lost for us last week because you on a two loss losing streak and you miraculously think that I’ll be your golden ticket to getting back on your winning road. What do I look like to you, Willy Wonka? See man, I’m that that you seemingly have me undermined because then when I beat you? Watching you swallow that jagged little pill will be incredibly refreshing and from the sounds of it Damian; you need a little lesson in respect and I might not be no big, tough biker like you but I promise you that I can fight. In fact, when we go from bell to bell Damian? You’ll still be a biker, you’ll still have all of your tattoos, all of your leather vests and jackets, all of your Harley Davidson’s but you will be exposed. Oh yeah, like most of the other bikers? You’ll be exposed as being nothing more than a soft Teddy Bear because you might be pissed off at the world right now but you want the truth Damian...”
Slightly leaning forward, he has a huge grin running along his face.
Drew, “... The only person you have to be mad at is yourself because it was you that got pinned last week, not me!”
Keeping that smile expressed, he turns around to walk off but before he does – he looks back over his left shoulder.
Drew, “Keep that in mind Damian!”
Fade.