Post by fawn on Sept 16, 2008 13:59:10 GMT -6
Andrew Smith sits in a dark part of a building. The German title and his leather jacket sit nearby as he looks at the camera. Andrew reaches into his leather jacket and pulls out a small gun. A unseen look comes over his face as he puts the gun to his head.
In a place that glorifies violence as well as having a memorial named after a tragic Texas family how do you think people would feel if I just blew my brains out right here and now? To up a guy who cuts himself for sheer joy? Le’s see what reaction comes out of this.
Andrew keeps his eyes open and pulls the trigger as a click is heard. He throws the gun down and laughs.
Was that a hint of things to comes for someone who was dubbed the Kanye West of pro wrestling? Possible career suicide? Who knows and who cares until the complaints come rolling in. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.
Andrew sits back down and focuses on the camera.
Well it looks like congratulations are in order for Lionheart doesn’t it? I mean the guy picks up a win outside of a club where it looked like hookers sat waiting like a tiger waiting for its prey. Actually hold up a moment. What the hell was I thinking? Either I took a hard kick to the head or my IQ dropped because I was in Texas! Didn’t they announce at the start of this supposed epic battle that wins don’t really count for the stages? It was based on who survived? So wouldn’t that mean that Lionheart’s victory had no real merit?
Andrew lets out a chuckle.
So it does. See I know a lot of people thought I would be wheeled out of that match, barely able to stand! That I would suffer an injury so bad the doctor would be telling me I would be out of action. But yet I survived it! I walked out with maybe a few bruises. Maybe a scratch! Emo Kid your threat to kill me wasn’t prophesized tonight was it? As for Dreadlock silence isn’t always golden. And THAT was suppose to be a hardcore match? Seemed like the fight I saw earlier in the night when some guy was tripped and spilled his beer!
Andrew rises to his knees and looks at the camera.
But yet guess what? I’m here! I walked out, able to continue on! Isn’t THAT what the match is about? Not the number of wins you pick up but the sheer fact that you can say that you walked away from something that resembled a bar fight instead of a hardcore match! I walked away, ready to fight again! Ready to advance on to this Lucky 21 match. Ironic in some since because when you reach 21 you get eliminated. Shouldn’t it be called unlucky 21 in this case? I’m sure we’re all going to have fun with that one aren’t we? I mean acting like little kids in a classroom, trying to staple something to someone’s head so they scream out in pain. Well except in Emo’s case. He’ll probably get a cheap thrill out of it.
Andrew chuckles.
So instead of me saying ‘You’ll expect to see me win this’ and run down the opponents I’m going to do something different. I’m not going to waste my breath on it. Instead I’m just going to say I’m going to be focused for the match and be able to walk out to compete in the next match unless the gods have something else planned out for me. No more war of words. Instead I’m going to head back home and enjoy things until I have to wrestle again.
Andrew rises to his feet, grabs his belongings, and heads out of the door as the scene ends.
In a place that glorifies violence as well as having a memorial named after a tragic Texas family how do you think people would feel if I just blew my brains out right here and now? To up a guy who cuts himself for sheer joy? Le’s see what reaction comes out of this.
Andrew keeps his eyes open and pulls the trigger as a click is heard. He throws the gun down and laughs.
Was that a hint of things to comes for someone who was dubbed the Kanye West of pro wrestling? Possible career suicide? Who knows and who cares until the complaints come rolling in. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.
Andrew sits back down and focuses on the camera.
Well it looks like congratulations are in order for Lionheart doesn’t it? I mean the guy picks up a win outside of a club where it looked like hookers sat waiting like a tiger waiting for its prey. Actually hold up a moment. What the hell was I thinking? Either I took a hard kick to the head or my IQ dropped because I was in Texas! Didn’t they announce at the start of this supposed epic battle that wins don’t really count for the stages? It was based on who survived? So wouldn’t that mean that Lionheart’s victory had no real merit?
Andrew lets out a chuckle.
So it does. See I know a lot of people thought I would be wheeled out of that match, barely able to stand! That I would suffer an injury so bad the doctor would be telling me I would be out of action. But yet I survived it! I walked out with maybe a few bruises. Maybe a scratch! Emo Kid your threat to kill me wasn’t prophesized tonight was it? As for Dreadlock silence isn’t always golden. And THAT was suppose to be a hardcore match? Seemed like the fight I saw earlier in the night when some guy was tripped and spilled his beer!
Andrew rises to his knees and looks at the camera.
But yet guess what? I’m here! I walked out, able to continue on! Isn’t THAT what the match is about? Not the number of wins you pick up but the sheer fact that you can say that you walked away from something that resembled a bar fight instead of a hardcore match! I walked away, ready to fight again! Ready to advance on to this Lucky 21 match. Ironic in some since because when you reach 21 you get eliminated. Shouldn’t it be called unlucky 21 in this case? I’m sure we’re all going to have fun with that one aren’t we? I mean acting like little kids in a classroom, trying to staple something to someone’s head so they scream out in pain. Well except in Emo’s case. He’ll probably get a cheap thrill out of it.
Andrew chuckles.
So instead of me saying ‘You’ll expect to see me win this’ and run down the opponents I’m going to do something different. I’m not going to waste my breath on it. Instead I’m just going to say I’m going to be focused for the match and be able to walk out to compete in the next match unless the gods have something else planned out for me. No more war of words. Instead I’m going to head back home and enjoy things until I have to wrestle again.
Andrew rises to his feet, grabs his belongings, and heads out of the door as the scene ends.