Post by drewstevenson on Jun 29, 2011 1:26:58 GMT -5
“What is the first thing that you think of when you hear across the universe?”
As the scene opens up on Drew Stevenson, we see him sitting in a chair looking pretty relaxed. Dressed in casual clothing which consists of a black Tap-Out shirt which has Tap-Out written in red, white and blue – the young and brash rookie here in the ACW holds a red can of Coca Cola in his right hand. Well, since neither of these items are sponsored this costs the company money. Having the soda label out in plain sight, Drew who sits there in his shirt and blue jeans continues to speak.
“You think of the legendary band, the Beatles. That is just because they coined the term, and thus it stuck with them. Today however, we are going to discuss a new across the universe, just here in this business. I’m just assuming that everybody or most everybody tuned in to Mercury Rising...”
Wherever he was, an extremely loud chorus of cheers erupted. Nodding his head, he kept on speaking.
“... I thought so! Now I’m not going to say that a travesty happened because I did not lose. You never saw my shoulders pinned for the three, you never saw me tap out. See, I told Derryk and everybody else that I would not lose and I held to my word. Derryk couldn’t beat me so instead, he settled for beating the weakest link. Is he above me on the marquee? Maybe for right now just because he has that extra month bonus time put in here but will he be above me on the marquee in a year from now? Hell, six months even?”
Shaking his head, he takes a drink of his Coca Cola, costing the company more money before continuing to speak.
“No! You see – across the universe? I’ll be rated as the best wrestler here. I’ll be the best on the stick, I’ll be the best in the ring and I’ll beat Hyena’s Twilight ass for that ACW World Heavyweight Championship, should he keep it long enough. You see, what you are looking at is the REAL DEAL – I don’t need no gimmick, I don’t need fangs, I don’t need to dye my hair if I had any to look like Fred Flintstone took a s%$t on my head – all I need is the same thing that I needed back in 2005 when I broke into the business and captured the Intercontinental and the Heavyweight title in my first month...”
Pausing briefly, he looks extremely confident, despite having a loss in the record books.
“... My silver tongue, also known as the double edged sword – let’s see if any of you get that. The second thing on that list was my superior technical wrestling capabilities. Those are the ONLY two things needed to be successful in this company, and I have been successful in EVERY company that I ever stepped foot into – this one will be no different. So count your blessings that you managed to pin the weakest link in that match Derryk because in due time?”
Smirking, he looks as egotistical as ever.
“You’ll be setting the pace for MY Main Event!”
Tossing the microphone behind him, it makes a crackling sound upon impact. Raising the bright red can of Coca Cola to his lips, he takes another drink.
Fade.
As the scene opens up on Drew Stevenson, we see him sitting in a chair looking pretty relaxed. Dressed in casual clothing which consists of a black Tap-Out shirt which has Tap-Out written in red, white and blue – the young and brash rookie here in the ACW holds a red can of Coca Cola in his right hand. Well, since neither of these items are sponsored this costs the company money. Having the soda label out in plain sight, Drew who sits there in his shirt and blue jeans continues to speak.
“You think of the legendary band, the Beatles. That is just because they coined the term, and thus it stuck with them. Today however, we are going to discuss a new across the universe, just here in this business. I’m just assuming that everybody or most everybody tuned in to Mercury Rising...”
Wherever he was, an extremely loud chorus of cheers erupted. Nodding his head, he kept on speaking.
“... I thought so! Now I’m not going to say that a travesty happened because I did not lose. You never saw my shoulders pinned for the three, you never saw me tap out. See, I told Derryk and everybody else that I would not lose and I held to my word. Derryk couldn’t beat me so instead, he settled for beating the weakest link. Is he above me on the marquee? Maybe for right now just because he has that extra month bonus time put in here but will he be above me on the marquee in a year from now? Hell, six months even?”
Shaking his head, he takes a drink of his Coca Cola, costing the company more money before continuing to speak.
“No! You see – across the universe? I’ll be rated as the best wrestler here. I’ll be the best on the stick, I’ll be the best in the ring and I’ll beat Hyena’s Twilight ass for that ACW World Heavyweight Championship, should he keep it long enough. You see, what you are looking at is the REAL DEAL – I don’t need no gimmick, I don’t need fangs, I don’t need to dye my hair if I had any to look like Fred Flintstone took a s%$t on my head – all I need is the same thing that I needed back in 2005 when I broke into the business and captured the Intercontinental and the Heavyweight title in my first month...”
Pausing briefly, he looks extremely confident, despite having a loss in the record books.
“... My silver tongue, also known as the double edged sword – let’s see if any of you get that. The second thing on that list was my superior technical wrestling capabilities. Those are the ONLY two things needed to be successful in this company, and I have been successful in EVERY company that I ever stepped foot into – this one will be no different. So count your blessings that you managed to pin the weakest link in that match Derryk because in due time?”
Smirking, he looks as egotistical as ever.
“You’ll be setting the pace for MY Main Event!”
Tossing the microphone behind him, it makes a crackling sound upon impact. Raising the bright red can of Coca Cola to his lips, he takes another drink.
Fade.