Post by Drew Stevenson on Mar 15, 2014 18:54:34 GMT -5
Sometimes in your career, no matter how successful that you have been throughout the years, you just have to start back at the bottom. Now to many, this is an annoyance because those certain men and women feel that they shouldn’t have to prove themselves and that just isn’t how the business works these days. You see, sometimes you have to start from the bottom, sometimes you have to bite the proverbial bullet, swallow your pride no matter how big that you think you are and just work up the ladder to success and that is something that wrestling veteran, some would even say legend, Drew Stevenson knows all too well. Having been the underdog most of his now highly illustrious career, Stevenson looks to start back at the bottom and this week at Massacre is the time that he will prove that he is in fact the real deal.
Opening up in the back, the men’s dressing room – we see Stevenson sitting on an elongated wooden bench already in his Emerald green trunks, he was bent down lacing up his boots as he was getting ready to square off against Damian Payne in a match that held a lot of importance because it held momentum in the palm of its proverbial hand and this momentum was what Stevenson wanted because he didn’t start off his OCW career picking up the win like he had hoped for but there is no denying that he looked incredible out there. Looking up from tying the white laces of his Emerald green boots, he flashes those pearly whites and starts to speak.
Drew, “Hours Damian – mere hours until you and I step into that ring and face each other and let me tell you man, it’s not going to go as you had hoped. You have this pretty good feeling in the pit of your stomach that you will just run right through me but those are only false hopes. See, when you asked me who my daddy was; I knew then and there that you perceived me as the weak link but in all actuality? It was the exact opposite. You see, *I* almost made Mario tap out and everybody is talking about the impression that I made last week and trust me Damian – at this week’s Massacre? You can bet your bottom dollar that I will be making an even bigger impression when I grab those tree trunk like legs of yours, turn you over and make you slap that canvas repeatedly.”
Smiling, he felt extremely confident.
Drew, “Oh yeah Damian, you see, I’m perfectly aware that you’ll kick my ass and I welcome that. I’m fine getting my ass kicked and I know that you’ll bring the proverbial thunda but when the dust settles and the smoke clears man? The name Damian Payne will have an asterisk next to it stating that he lost to yours truly, Drew Stevenson, by way of submission. Now after that happens? I really hope that we can get back on the same page because hell man, we have an opportunity at the OCW Tag Team Championships and I can’t speak for you but I am coming for those titles; with or without you man.”
Taking in a deep breath and letting out a small little exhale, he flashes that smirk again.
Drew, “So in just a few Damian, you and I are going head to head and you WILL be on the losing end of the spectrum; bank on that!”
Lowering his head, he bent back down to finish lacing up his boots.
Opening up in the back, the men’s dressing room – we see Stevenson sitting on an elongated wooden bench already in his Emerald green trunks, he was bent down lacing up his boots as he was getting ready to square off against Damian Payne in a match that held a lot of importance because it held momentum in the palm of its proverbial hand and this momentum was what Stevenson wanted because he didn’t start off his OCW career picking up the win like he had hoped for but there is no denying that he looked incredible out there. Looking up from tying the white laces of his Emerald green boots, he flashes those pearly whites and starts to speak.
Drew, “Hours Damian – mere hours until you and I step into that ring and face each other and let me tell you man, it’s not going to go as you had hoped. You have this pretty good feeling in the pit of your stomach that you will just run right through me but those are only false hopes. See, when you asked me who my daddy was; I knew then and there that you perceived me as the weak link but in all actuality? It was the exact opposite. You see, *I* almost made Mario tap out and everybody is talking about the impression that I made last week and trust me Damian – at this week’s Massacre? You can bet your bottom dollar that I will be making an even bigger impression when I grab those tree trunk like legs of yours, turn you over and make you slap that canvas repeatedly.”
Smiling, he felt extremely confident.
Drew, “Oh yeah Damian, you see, I’m perfectly aware that you’ll kick my ass and I welcome that. I’m fine getting my ass kicked and I know that you’ll bring the proverbial thunda but when the dust settles and the smoke clears man? The name Damian Payne will have an asterisk next to it stating that he lost to yours truly, Drew Stevenson, by way of submission. Now after that happens? I really hope that we can get back on the same page because hell man, we have an opportunity at the OCW Tag Team Championships and I can’t speak for you but I am coming for those titles; with or without you man.”
Taking in a deep breath and letting out a small little exhale, he flashes that smirk again.
Drew, “So in just a few Damian, you and I are going head to head and you WILL be on the losing end of the spectrum; bank on that!”
Lowering his head, he bent back down to finish lacing up his boots.