Post by fawn on Jan 17, 2009 0:05:29 GMT -6
Andrew Smith sits in a hotel room. He is on the room phone, yelling at someone.
You know what Barry? Just draw that contract up like I asked you to. No! I refuse to wait it out. Gordon Heath is going to sign that. Well you know what? Leave it to me.
Andrew slams the phone down and looks at the camera.
Since the day I returned I forewarned everyone in this company. I told you that revenge would be coming to everyone in the SNW and yet nobody believed me. Each and every time, as I was in the shadows, I heard someone say that I wouldn’t be doing anything but talk and talk is cheap. But out of the blue at Onslaught, heh, it happened. The man you all thought was just “talking” showed everyone what he could do. Josh Knox, a labeled “up and comer”, was the first victim. And you know what makes it even more satisfying?
Andrew holds his hands up and lets out a chuckle.
These hands, attached to this body, is what took him out. I didn’t need some sort of weapon to end a man’s career. A weapon, much like a stipulated match, is over-rated. Tell me when was the last time you saw a man hurt someone with his hands and technical wrestling ability?
Andrew looks at his hands before dropping them.
Guys Night Out, ten person tag match. You want to know something all of you Texas idiots may rejoice in knowing? Originally I wasn’t scheduled to be at the show. It was after Onslaught that it changed. Now as much as I would love to say what changed it, right now I can’t but trust me that time will come.
Andrew smirks.
But Onslaught one half of the Texas Tag team Champions, a tag team more recognized than the Dudley idiots, and a self proclaimed Hero find themselves teamed with me; a man on the road of revenge. And we’re facing a guy who thinks defeating Sean O’Brien has opened the door for him, a man who has ripped his name from the Outkast and a character from the Nutty Professor, a bartending drunk, and a bunch of pot-heads. The question isn’t who will win; the question everyone has to ask themselves is “Who will Andrew leave in a heap with his bare hands.” My loyalty is to myself. I don’t care who I am teamed with. I don’t care who pins who or even who wins. Mike can pin Stank. Cerise can pin Dunpork. Two men can go to a time limit draw. I DON’T CARE! The only thing I do care about is showing each and every fan and member of this roster how wrong you were. And now? It’s time to pay for that sin. Who is the next victim? Who is the next to see what I can do. Who will…
The phone rings. Andrew picks it up.
Yeah. Okay hold on.
Andrew puts the phone down.
Who will see retribution from Andrew Smith?
Andrew picks the phone back up and shoos off the cameraman as the scene ends.
You know what Barry? Just draw that contract up like I asked you to. No! I refuse to wait it out. Gordon Heath is going to sign that. Well you know what? Leave it to me.
Andrew slams the phone down and looks at the camera.
Since the day I returned I forewarned everyone in this company. I told you that revenge would be coming to everyone in the SNW and yet nobody believed me. Each and every time, as I was in the shadows, I heard someone say that I wouldn’t be doing anything but talk and talk is cheap. But out of the blue at Onslaught, heh, it happened. The man you all thought was just “talking” showed everyone what he could do. Josh Knox, a labeled “up and comer”, was the first victim. And you know what makes it even more satisfying?
Andrew holds his hands up and lets out a chuckle.
These hands, attached to this body, is what took him out. I didn’t need some sort of weapon to end a man’s career. A weapon, much like a stipulated match, is over-rated. Tell me when was the last time you saw a man hurt someone with his hands and technical wrestling ability?
Andrew looks at his hands before dropping them.
Guys Night Out, ten person tag match. You want to know something all of you Texas idiots may rejoice in knowing? Originally I wasn’t scheduled to be at the show. It was after Onslaught that it changed. Now as much as I would love to say what changed it, right now I can’t but trust me that time will come.
Andrew smirks.
But Onslaught one half of the Texas Tag team Champions, a tag team more recognized than the Dudley idiots, and a self proclaimed Hero find themselves teamed with me; a man on the road of revenge. And we’re facing a guy who thinks defeating Sean O’Brien has opened the door for him, a man who has ripped his name from the Outkast and a character from the Nutty Professor, a bartending drunk, and a bunch of pot-heads. The question isn’t who will win; the question everyone has to ask themselves is “Who will Andrew leave in a heap with his bare hands.” My loyalty is to myself. I don’t care who I am teamed with. I don’t care who pins who or even who wins. Mike can pin Stank. Cerise can pin Dunpork. Two men can go to a time limit draw. I DON’T CARE! The only thing I do care about is showing each and every fan and member of this roster how wrong you were. And now? It’s time to pay for that sin. Who is the next victim? Who is the next to see what I can do. Who will…
The phone rings. Andrew picks it up.
Yeah. Okay hold on.
Andrew puts the phone down.
Who will see retribution from Andrew Smith?
Andrew picks the phone back up and shoos off the cameraman as the scene ends.