Post by Brian Stevens on Oct 29, 2011 15:59:53 GMT -5
(We fade into existence inside the palatial penthouse of the one and only Brian Stevens in downtown Minneapolis, Minnesota at the Graves 601 Hotel. We spend a mere moment marveling at the exquisite modern art and the breathtaking glimpse of the Minneapolis skyline. It’s not long before we pan to the full wet bar. The bar is stunning and gorgeous; accented brilliantly with countless bottles of top shelf liquor. It’s here that we find the man of the hour – “The Sensational” Brian Stevens.)
(Brian Stevens is sitting at the bar with a lit cigarette gently pressed in between the middle and index fingers of his right hand. With his arms crossed and leaning forward into the bar top, Stevens takes a sip of what appears to be Scotch or Whisky on the rocks in a lowball glass, also conveniently cradled in his right hand.)
BRIAN STEVENS: “At the risk of sounding redundant, last week on American Championship Wrestling’s flagship show Shockwave, I came back to the world of wrestling here in the United States to a rock star ovation not seen in this country since the arrival of the Beatles. I came back to the spot where I belong – the Main Event – where A.C. Smith and I were victorious over the “tag team champions” Sang Real. In case anyone here in ACW wasn’t sure prior to that night, I reintroduced myself to the world.”
(Brian Stevens pulls himself up off the bar and turns himself towards the camera, locking his cold blue penetrating eyes dead on the camera.)
BRIAN STEVENS: “I am Brian -ACW Forced Censored- Stevens. The most dominant wrestler in the world today. The Strong Style Legend. The Punk Rock Phenom. The bastard himself. If anyone had any doubts about whether or not I had lost a step since I won the UWA Champion’s Cup back in 2009, you can rest assured I most certainly HAVE NOT. Shockwave was proof of just that.”
(Brian Stevens smirks at the camera with all the charm of the devil himself. We take a brief moment to admire the pride of Minnesota. Stevens has his short jet black hair fashionably messy and his beard slightly disheveled. A black Give Up The Ghost t-shirt, torn and tattered blue jeans and dark gray Chuck Taylor shoes complete the look.)
BRIAN STEVENS: “However, I’m not here to gloat. I’m not here to spout off my resume. By now, everyone knows the legacy I’ve left on this sport and continue to leave on this sport.”
(Stevens takes a long deliberate pull off his cigarette as his eyes continue to focus in on the camera. Focused and still, the intensity in the eyes of “The Sensational One” is unnerving.)
BRIAN STEVENS: “I came to American Championship Wrestling to help a friend. I came to ACW to help A.C. Smith rid himself of the nuisances known as Evan Harrison and Jason Storm…and that’s exactly what I intend on doing.”
(Stevens finally takes his eyes off the camera and swirls the contents of his glass around before looking back up at the camera.)
BRIAN STEVENS: “Boys, it’s no secret that I don’t have a shred of respect for either one of you. Jason Storm, I’m gonna start with you because during all of this, you’ve been the most quiet…and I don’t like quiet.”
(Stevens sips his adult beverage and continues.)
BRIAN STEVENS: “Jason, you and I have never gotten along. There’s never been a day that you and I had a pleasant exchange. Since the day that you were a rookie in this sport, you rubbed me the wrong way. Maybe it’s because you’re an asshole. Maybe it’s because you’re spineless. Maybe it’s because you’ve got all the talent in the world and you’ve squandered it time and time again by thinking way too highly of yourself.”
“Typically, Jason…I’d say you’re too full of yourself. Typically, I’d say you’re all talk with little far too little result ESPECIALLY considering the pedigree you have and the amount of raw talent you possess. I said what I meant two weeks ago on Shockwave when I looked you dead in the eye and said you should’ve been a MULTIPLE TIME World Champion by now. You HAVE the potential to be that good. You really do, Jason. You always have. The problem you’ll always have is your attitude. You can’t stay focused and for the life of me I can’t understand why. Is it because you bought into your own hype?”
(Stevens shrugs his shoulders…)
BRIAN STEVENS: “Help me understand it, Jason. Is that it? You’re too goddamn good to be a part of this sport? Is that why you check in and out whenever the hell you want? Here’s a newsflash for you, princess – YOU’RE NOT AS GOOD AS YOU THINK YOU ARE! You’re certainly not good enough to treat this sport AND your career the way you have time and time again. Part of me wants to say it’s a damn shame…but it’s not. To put it bluntly, you’re a piece of shit and it couldn’t happen to a nicer person. I’m happy you pissed away your career because I certainly can’t envision a world where you were ACTUALLY successful.”
(Stevens takes another drag off his cigarette before continuing.)
BRIAN STEVENS: “Jason, continue to rest on your laurels. Continue to treat this sport like your private ATM anytime you get low on money or desperate for attention. It’s easy to make noise, Jason. It’s easy to just jump somebody…it’s another to actually BEAT them. You came back into ACW by assaulting A.C. Smith. You made some noise…but just like always, Storm, that’s all it’s going to be noise. Come Hallow-Havok, I’m going to show you ONE MORE TIME why I’m always going to be better than you. I’m going to show you how to talk the talk and then back it up. I’m going to show you how to make some noise…and then I’m going to show you how to follow through. Come Sunday night, it’s going to be Brian Stevens 234-Jason Storm 0.”
(Stevens stands up out of his bar stool and snuffs his cigarette out in a nearby ashtray. It’s only a matter of seconds before Stevens turns his attention back on the camera.)
BRIAN STEVENS: “Evan Heir. Evan Harrison. Different name, same brash child who just wants someone – anyone – to pay attention to him. Evan, congratulations…you’ve got my attention.”
“I know for a fact, Evan, that I’m the last man you wanted to see when Smith told you he had an insurance policy. I know for a fact that you still hate me for what I’ve done to you and you’ll always resent me…and trust me, I’m okay with that. Our history is long and the hatred the two of us share for one another runs even deeper. Honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. You came into this sport as a self-entitled, precious, pompous, arrogant little rookie who LOVED to run his mouth. Where Jason Storm had a bit of grit to him, you had none. You were a pampered rich boy who would -ACW Forced Censored- and cry the moment someone roughed him up.”
(Brian Stevens brings his glass to his lips but stops himself and chuckles…)
BRIAN STEVENS: “Evan, you brought up Damage, Inc. – my old faction. You brought up that this isn’t the AWA anymore and you couldn’t be more right. Maybe you haven’t realized it yet but it’s because of Damage, Inc. that you enjoy the mediocre success that you enjoy today. WE are the reason you even have a job in this sport. If it wasn’t for us kicking six different kinds of dog shit out of you and Jason Storm on a weekly basis for months…you never would’ve lasted in this sport. Sure, we tried to hurt you, Evan. Hell, I enjoyed every second the four of us would maul you and leave your body a limp, lifeless mess…but it’s because of us that you got this tough. And yes, tough is a subjective word when it comes to you but you came into this sport SOFT. You were all about spouting off a few cute lines of dialogue and then when you got into the ring, you were all flash and showboating. We made sure that you took this sport serious…and eventually you did. You’re welcome for that, by the way.”
(Stevens finally sips the golden brown liquor within the lowball glass and finishes it’s contents. Stevens sets the glass on the table…)
BRIAN STEVENS: “Evan, you say I’m not unbeatable…and that’s true. NO ONE in this sport is unbeatable; myself included. You bring up the fact that you HAVE beaten me in the past. Once. ONCE. In the FIFTY THOUSAND TIMES we faced each other over all of our years in this sport, you DID beat me once.”
“How does that feel? Does that REALLY instill confidence in yourself? That you got lucky ONE TIME? That’s what you’re going to hang your hat on when it comes to me…or is that all you CAN hang your hat on. Evan, they say the past is indicative of future results. Hallow-Havok will be no different than the other hundreds of times we’ve faced one another in the past. I will do what I do best…own you. I will beat you within an inch of your worthless life. Not because I need to, Evan…but because I can. Because it’s something I enjoy doing. It’s something I do better than anyone else.”
(Stevens runs his left hand through his hand and smirks.)
BRIAN STEVENS: “Evan, you say you’re going to hit me harder than I’ve ever been hit before? GOOD. I want you to be pissed off. I want you to bring all that pent up hatred you’ve had BURNING in your heart for all these years Sunday night. BRING YOUR VERY BEST…because by now you know that it doesn’t matter how hard you hit me, I’ll hit you twice as hard. I am the most proficient striker in this sport. I have broken bones with this hands, Evan. I’ve ended careers with these hands. These hands operate like the hands of a surgeon…they know exactly where to go to inflict the most damage…and no one does it better than me. So like I said, BRING YOUR BEST. You know I will, Evan. You know I will bring nothing short of my best.”
“Evan, you say you’ve spent the past two weeks training? That’s cute. I’ve spent the past two YEARS training in the most fierce, violent dojos in Japan. I’ve upped my game to a level you have NEVER seen before…and it’s a level you will never see again. NO ONE can do what I do in that ring, Evan. If there’s one thing you know by know, it’s that. So talk yourself up. Give yourself the pep talk. CONVINCE YOURSELF that you’re good enough to step up to me in that ring.”
“Jason, I invite you to do the same. I know that A.C. Smith will be bringing his “A” game and I know that he’s got my back – just like he did Sunday night when we took down Sang Real. Evan, you questioned my friendship with Smith? You say it’s based on his fear of me? Believe whatever you want. A.C. Smith is a man I trust with my LIFE. He’s a man I’d go to hell for. He’s a man I’ve been THROUGH hell with. Sunday night, we introduce the two of you to OUR hell. You will experience a whole new kind of pain…courtesy of A.C. Smith and Brian Stevens. You will beg. You will bleed. You will lose. Boys…I am coming Sunday night to hurt you. I’m coming Sunday night to break you. I am coming Sunday night with a kind of hell the two of you will NEVER survive. I am Brian Stevens…and I will prove one more time why I am the best in the world. BELIEVE THAT.”
(Fade to black.)
(Brian Stevens is sitting at the bar with a lit cigarette gently pressed in between the middle and index fingers of his right hand. With his arms crossed and leaning forward into the bar top, Stevens takes a sip of what appears to be Scotch or Whisky on the rocks in a lowball glass, also conveniently cradled in his right hand.)
BRIAN STEVENS: “At the risk of sounding redundant, last week on American Championship Wrestling’s flagship show Shockwave, I came back to the world of wrestling here in the United States to a rock star ovation not seen in this country since the arrival of the Beatles. I came back to the spot where I belong – the Main Event – where A.C. Smith and I were victorious over the “tag team champions” Sang Real. In case anyone here in ACW wasn’t sure prior to that night, I reintroduced myself to the world.”
(Brian Stevens pulls himself up off the bar and turns himself towards the camera, locking his cold blue penetrating eyes dead on the camera.)
BRIAN STEVENS: “I am Brian -ACW Forced Censored- Stevens. The most dominant wrestler in the world today. The Strong Style Legend. The Punk Rock Phenom. The bastard himself. If anyone had any doubts about whether or not I had lost a step since I won the UWA Champion’s Cup back in 2009, you can rest assured I most certainly HAVE NOT. Shockwave was proof of just that.”
(Brian Stevens smirks at the camera with all the charm of the devil himself. We take a brief moment to admire the pride of Minnesota. Stevens has his short jet black hair fashionably messy and his beard slightly disheveled. A black Give Up The Ghost t-shirt, torn and tattered blue jeans and dark gray Chuck Taylor shoes complete the look.)
BRIAN STEVENS: “However, I’m not here to gloat. I’m not here to spout off my resume. By now, everyone knows the legacy I’ve left on this sport and continue to leave on this sport.”
(Stevens takes a long deliberate pull off his cigarette as his eyes continue to focus in on the camera. Focused and still, the intensity in the eyes of “The Sensational One” is unnerving.)
BRIAN STEVENS: “I came to American Championship Wrestling to help a friend. I came to ACW to help A.C. Smith rid himself of the nuisances known as Evan Harrison and Jason Storm…and that’s exactly what I intend on doing.”
(Stevens finally takes his eyes off the camera and swirls the contents of his glass around before looking back up at the camera.)
BRIAN STEVENS: “Boys, it’s no secret that I don’t have a shred of respect for either one of you. Jason Storm, I’m gonna start with you because during all of this, you’ve been the most quiet…and I don’t like quiet.”
(Stevens sips his adult beverage and continues.)
BRIAN STEVENS: “Jason, you and I have never gotten along. There’s never been a day that you and I had a pleasant exchange. Since the day that you were a rookie in this sport, you rubbed me the wrong way. Maybe it’s because you’re an asshole. Maybe it’s because you’re spineless. Maybe it’s because you’ve got all the talent in the world and you’ve squandered it time and time again by thinking way too highly of yourself.”
“Typically, Jason…I’d say you’re too full of yourself. Typically, I’d say you’re all talk with little far too little result ESPECIALLY considering the pedigree you have and the amount of raw talent you possess. I said what I meant two weeks ago on Shockwave when I looked you dead in the eye and said you should’ve been a MULTIPLE TIME World Champion by now. You HAVE the potential to be that good. You really do, Jason. You always have. The problem you’ll always have is your attitude. You can’t stay focused and for the life of me I can’t understand why. Is it because you bought into your own hype?”
(Stevens shrugs his shoulders…)
BRIAN STEVENS: “Help me understand it, Jason. Is that it? You’re too goddamn good to be a part of this sport? Is that why you check in and out whenever the hell you want? Here’s a newsflash for you, princess – YOU’RE NOT AS GOOD AS YOU THINK YOU ARE! You’re certainly not good enough to treat this sport AND your career the way you have time and time again. Part of me wants to say it’s a damn shame…but it’s not. To put it bluntly, you’re a piece of shit and it couldn’t happen to a nicer person. I’m happy you pissed away your career because I certainly can’t envision a world where you were ACTUALLY successful.”
(Stevens takes another drag off his cigarette before continuing.)
BRIAN STEVENS: “Jason, continue to rest on your laurels. Continue to treat this sport like your private ATM anytime you get low on money or desperate for attention. It’s easy to make noise, Jason. It’s easy to just jump somebody…it’s another to actually BEAT them. You came back into ACW by assaulting A.C. Smith. You made some noise…but just like always, Storm, that’s all it’s going to be noise. Come Hallow-Havok, I’m going to show you ONE MORE TIME why I’m always going to be better than you. I’m going to show you how to talk the talk and then back it up. I’m going to show you how to make some noise…and then I’m going to show you how to follow through. Come Sunday night, it’s going to be Brian Stevens 234-Jason Storm 0.”
(Stevens stands up out of his bar stool and snuffs his cigarette out in a nearby ashtray. It’s only a matter of seconds before Stevens turns his attention back on the camera.)
BRIAN STEVENS: “Evan Heir. Evan Harrison. Different name, same brash child who just wants someone – anyone – to pay attention to him. Evan, congratulations…you’ve got my attention.”
“I know for a fact, Evan, that I’m the last man you wanted to see when Smith told you he had an insurance policy. I know for a fact that you still hate me for what I’ve done to you and you’ll always resent me…and trust me, I’m okay with that. Our history is long and the hatred the two of us share for one another runs even deeper. Honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. You came into this sport as a self-entitled, precious, pompous, arrogant little rookie who LOVED to run his mouth. Where Jason Storm had a bit of grit to him, you had none. You were a pampered rich boy who would -ACW Forced Censored- and cry the moment someone roughed him up.”
(Brian Stevens brings his glass to his lips but stops himself and chuckles…)
BRIAN STEVENS: “Evan, you brought up Damage, Inc. – my old faction. You brought up that this isn’t the AWA anymore and you couldn’t be more right. Maybe you haven’t realized it yet but it’s because of Damage, Inc. that you enjoy the mediocre success that you enjoy today. WE are the reason you even have a job in this sport. If it wasn’t for us kicking six different kinds of dog shit out of you and Jason Storm on a weekly basis for months…you never would’ve lasted in this sport. Sure, we tried to hurt you, Evan. Hell, I enjoyed every second the four of us would maul you and leave your body a limp, lifeless mess…but it’s because of us that you got this tough. And yes, tough is a subjective word when it comes to you but you came into this sport SOFT. You were all about spouting off a few cute lines of dialogue and then when you got into the ring, you were all flash and showboating. We made sure that you took this sport serious…and eventually you did. You’re welcome for that, by the way.”
(Stevens finally sips the golden brown liquor within the lowball glass and finishes it’s contents. Stevens sets the glass on the table…)
BRIAN STEVENS: “Evan, you say I’m not unbeatable…and that’s true. NO ONE in this sport is unbeatable; myself included. You bring up the fact that you HAVE beaten me in the past. Once. ONCE. In the FIFTY THOUSAND TIMES we faced each other over all of our years in this sport, you DID beat me once.”
“How does that feel? Does that REALLY instill confidence in yourself? That you got lucky ONE TIME? That’s what you’re going to hang your hat on when it comes to me…or is that all you CAN hang your hat on. Evan, they say the past is indicative of future results. Hallow-Havok will be no different than the other hundreds of times we’ve faced one another in the past. I will do what I do best…own you. I will beat you within an inch of your worthless life. Not because I need to, Evan…but because I can. Because it’s something I enjoy doing. It’s something I do better than anyone else.”
(Stevens runs his left hand through his hand and smirks.)
BRIAN STEVENS: “Evan, you say you’re going to hit me harder than I’ve ever been hit before? GOOD. I want you to be pissed off. I want you to bring all that pent up hatred you’ve had BURNING in your heart for all these years Sunday night. BRING YOUR VERY BEST…because by now you know that it doesn’t matter how hard you hit me, I’ll hit you twice as hard. I am the most proficient striker in this sport. I have broken bones with this hands, Evan. I’ve ended careers with these hands. These hands operate like the hands of a surgeon…they know exactly where to go to inflict the most damage…and no one does it better than me. So like I said, BRING YOUR BEST. You know I will, Evan. You know I will bring nothing short of my best.”
“Evan, you say you’ve spent the past two weeks training? That’s cute. I’ve spent the past two YEARS training in the most fierce, violent dojos in Japan. I’ve upped my game to a level you have NEVER seen before…and it’s a level you will never see again. NO ONE can do what I do in that ring, Evan. If there’s one thing you know by know, it’s that. So talk yourself up. Give yourself the pep talk. CONVINCE YOURSELF that you’re good enough to step up to me in that ring.”
“Jason, I invite you to do the same. I know that A.C. Smith will be bringing his “A” game and I know that he’s got my back – just like he did Sunday night when we took down Sang Real. Evan, you questioned my friendship with Smith? You say it’s based on his fear of me? Believe whatever you want. A.C. Smith is a man I trust with my LIFE. He’s a man I’d go to hell for. He’s a man I’ve been THROUGH hell with. Sunday night, we introduce the two of you to OUR hell. You will experience a whole new kind of pain…courtesy of A.C. Smith and Brian Stevens. You will beg. You will bleed. You will lose. Boys…I am coming Sunday night to hurt you. I’m coming Sunday night to break you. I am coming Sunday night with a kind of hell the two of you will NEVER survive. I am Brian Stevens…and I will prove one more time why I am the best in the world. BELIEVE THAT.”
(Fade to black.)