Post by Drew Stevenson on Apr 5, 2014 16:51:51 GMT -5
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For those of you thinking that this is word association, no, it isn’t. In fact, it is how the mind of our Southern Champion operates; like several ADHD kids trying to finish a – oh look, a shiny.
Impressing people in the wrestling business is very important, very key because if you impress the right people then well, you can bet your bottom dollar that you will be looking at opportunities much faster than if you don’t. Now it’s obvious that Pryde has impressed the right people because he is undefeated and the Southern Champion but you see, no amount of help can save him in this match because he was about to suffer his very first loss here in OCW and at the hands of yours truly; Drew Stevenson.
Standing in the doorway of a rather large room filled with toys, coloring books, Lego’s, you name it – was Drew Stevenson who was dressed casual. In the room we can see a small child, a little boy no older than seven years old going back and forth between tasks as if he can’t really make up his mind on what he wants to do. Just watching the child, a smiling Stevenson glances at the camera that is right beside him, after glancing at it, he goes back to watching the spastic child.
Drew, “You know Pryde; I gave you all the credit in the world because I had thought that you were smarter than that but in all actuality? All you proved to me was that you have no ammo on me and my are you digging awfully deep in trying. I mean, I’m flattered that you watched my beyond the mat interview which was filmed over a year ago to get your knowledge but I am disappointed at the fact that you show absolutely no knowledge about me or the business what so ever. Look, it’s cool that you had a hard on for Bear Grylls and all by wanting to go out and explore nature but are you really so ignorant as to just brush me off as if I’m not a challenge at all?”
Looking highly disgusted, he scoffs and shakes his head.
Drew, “See man, it’s guys like you that ruin the business that *I* busted my ass for. I mean, were we in the same tag match or is your mask on too tight to the point that you have gone mentally retarded? Since you clearly have the memory of a goldfish and have forgotten already, not only did I compete at a very high level? I damn near beat the two of you by myself. Now before you say it, I am aware that close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades but you can’t be serious when you literally try telling everybody that I didn’t compete at a Hall of Fame level because that makes you look very ignorant and surely our Southern Champion isn’t one of those guys who is a complete and utter moron, right? I mean hell, anybody with half a brain can see that you are just trying to look like Billy bad ass verbally but really? You look more and more like a mental midget every time you open up your mouth and spew nothing more than verbal diarrhea and that really disappoints me because it makes the company look bad having somebody who is a mental midget as their champion but yes, I know, you couldn’t care less about my opinion and hey; fair enough but here’s the truth Pryde and that is that you just aren’t focused enough on the match at hand. Your mind is running around like an ADHD kid or a Gnome who sees lots of shinies and let me tell you something Pryde – you damn well better be ready going into our match because mother nature can’t save you from the ass kicking that you are about to get.”
Shaking his head, he looks as serious as a heart attack.
Drew, “Do you understand that or has it not registered yet? See, I heard what little you had to say about me and I’m far from impressed. I mean, seriously, you stand there and say that *I* shouldn’t be facing you, tell me Pryde, why is that? Because you are four and zero? Because you are the Southern Champion? Man, you are incredibly disrespectful and I am only hours away from putting a huge dent in that seemingly impenetrable armor that you think you wear each and every week. Oh yeah, you see man, you’re not invincible, far from it as a matter of fact and I am going to show you and the rest of the world that your lack of focus on me and our match is going to be the beginning of your downfall.”
Pausing, he just watches the child play, still multitasking or at least trying to anyway.
Drew, “I don’t expect you to get it because right now? You have that rookie mentality going on that you will never lose but here’s the thing Pryde; everybody loses at one point or another and at Massacre? I am going to change how you look at this business, I am going to change how you look at your opponents, and I am going to change your entire outlook on reality because when I’m through with you?”
Smiling, nothing but confidence can be seen etched along his face and heard in the tone of his voice.
Drew, “You will know that I am very capable of TAKING that Southern Championship away from you. You will know that I am every bit as good as I say that I am because unlike you? I’m old school, I’m your traditional wrestler and I eat, sleep and breathe this business. Something that you can’t say the same about because you are the complete opposite and at Massacre? You are looking at the man who will be challenging you for the OCW Southern Championship and quite frankly Pryde, one on one? You’re not good enough to stop me!”
With nothing but a smirk expressed, it was clear that he was simply trying to push Pryde’s buttons. Feeling one hundred percent confident, he removes his weight from off of the doorway and puts his hands into the pockets of his blue jeans.
Drew, “Yeah, I know, prove it right? Don’t worry man, soon enough? I’ll expose your flaw to the world because I am the dagger that slip through your impenetrable armor and wound you. Keep that Southern Championship nice and warm because I’m coming for it.”
Turning around and walking off, we watch the child play and much like Pryde; he has problems focusing on one task, the important one.
Fade.
A...
Zebra...
Giraffe...
Honky...
For those of you thinking that this is word association, no, it isn’t. In fact, it is how the mind of our Southern Champion operates; like several ADHD kids trying to finish a – oh look, a shiny.
Impressing people in the wrestling business is very important, very key because if you impress the right people then well, you can bet your bottom dollar that you will be looking at opportunities much faster than if you don’t. Now it’s obvious that Pryde has impressed the right people because he is undefeated and the Southern Champion but you see, no amount of help can save him in this match because he was about to suffer his very first loss here in OCW and at the hands of yours truly; Drew Stevenson.
Standing in the doorway of a rather large room filled with toys, coloring books, Lego’s, you name it – was Drew Stevenson who was dressed casual. In the room we can see a small child, a little boy no older than seven years old going back and forth between tasks as if he can’t really make up his mind on what he wants to do. Just watching the child, a smiling Stevenson glances at the camera that is right beside him, after glancing at it, he goes back to watching the spastic child.
Drew, “You know Pryde; I gave you all the credit in the world because I had thought that you were smarter than that but in all actuality? All you proved to me was that you have no ammo on me and my are you digging awfully deep in trying. I mean, I’m flattered that you watched my beyond the mat interview which was filmed over a year ago to get your knowledge but I am disappointed at the fact that you show absolutely no knowledge about me or the business what so ever. Look, it’s cool that you had a hard on for Bear Grylls and all by wanting to go out and explore nature but are you really so ignorant as to just brush me off as if I’m not a challenge at all?”
Looking highly disgusted, he scoffs and shakes his head.
Drew, “See man, it’s guys like you that ruin the business that *I* busted my ass for. I mean, were we in the same tag match or is your mask on too tight to the point that you have gone mentally retarded? Since you clearly have the memory of a goldfish and have forgotten already, not only did I compete at a very high level? I damn near beat the two of you by myself. Now before you say it, I am aware that close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades but you can’t be serious when you literally try telling everybody that I didn’t compete at a Hall of Fame level because that makes you look very ignorant and surely our Southern Champion isn’t one of those guys who is a complete and utter moron, right? I mean hell, anybody with half a brain can see that you are just trying to look like Billy bad ass verbally but really? You look more and more like a mental midget every time you open up your mouth and spew nothing more than verbal diarrhea and that really disappoints me because it makes the company look bad having somebody who is a mental midget as their champion but yes, I know, you couldn’t care less about my opinion and hey; fair enough but here’s the truth Pryde and that is that you just aren’t focused enough on the match at hand. Your mind is running around like an ADHD kid or a Gnome who sees lots of shinies and let me tell you something Pryde – you damn well better be ready going into our match because mother nature can’t save you from the ass kicking that you are about to get.”
Shaking his head, he looks as serious as a heart attack.
Drew, “Do you understand that or has it not registered yet? See, I heard what little you had to say about me and I’m far from impressed. I mean, seriously, you stand there and say that *I* shouldn’t be facing you, tell me Pryde, why is that? Because you are four and zero? Because you are the Southern Champion? Man, you are incredibly disrespectful and I am only hours away from putting a huge dent in that seemingly impenetrable armor that you think you wear each and every week. Oh yeah, you see man, you’re not invincible, far from it as a matter of fact and I am going to show you and the rest of the world that your lack of focus on me and our match is going to be the beginning of your downfall.”
Pausing, he just watches the child play, still multitasking or at least trying to anyway.
Drew, “I don’t expect you to get it because right now? You have that rookie mentality going on that you will never lose but here’s the thing Pryde; everybody loses at one point or another and at Massacre? I am going to change how you look at this business, I am going to change how you look at your opponents, and I am going to change your entire outlook on reality because when I’m through with you?”
Smiling, nothing but confidence can be seen etched along his face and heard in the tone of his voice.
Drew, “You will know that I am very capable of TAKING that Southern Championship away from you. You will know that I am every bit as good as I say that I am because unlike you? I’m old school, I’m your traditional wrestler and I eat, sleep and breathe this business. Something that you can’t say the same about because you are the complete opposite and at Massacre? You are looking at the man who will be challenging you for the OCW Southern Championship and quite frankly Pryde, one on one? You’re not good enough to stop me!”
With nothing but a smirk expressed, it was clear that he was simply trying to push Pryde’s buttons. Feeling one hundred percent confident, he removes his weight from off of the doorway and puts his hands into the pockets of his blue jeans.
Drew, “Yeah, I know, prove it right? Don’t worry man, soon enough? I’ll expose your flaw to the world because I am the dagger that slip through your impenetrable armor and wound you. Keep that Southern Championship nice and warm because I’m coming for it.”
Turning around and walking off, we watch the child play and much like Pryde; he has problems focusing on one task, the important one.
Fade.