Post by Bryce Albright on Oct 15, 2018 0:58:54 GMT
Bryce Albright sits on a folding chair, a broken man, in the middle of a wrestling ring. Only a single fixture hanging above the ring lights our scene. Bryce's lowered head casts a shadow over his face displaying his immense disappointment in himself. "Honestly..." Bryce says in lowered tones. "I should have been better. I cast Killa Kai aside as nothing. I didn't even give him the courtesy of responding, and I was humiliated for it." Bryce jerks his head upward to face the camera. The look on his face more intense than we have yet seen out of him. His bright green eyes seeming to shoot fire. "But I don't have time to talk about Killa Kai; no time to dwell on the past."
In one fluent motion Bryce stays up and flings the chair toward the ropes. "I'm going to be way too busy this week to dwell on what has happened for this week it is a good ol' two on one. I'd be lying if I didn't say I'd rather be on the other end of this one, but it's fine with me. My entire career I have had entire factions on my butt. I've had to look over my shoulder; I've had matches ripped from me because some no good jerk-wad decided I was going to be his next victim." With only one aggressive step Bryce makes it from the middle of the ring to the ropes. The camera zooms in on Bryce as he leans over the ropes, his eyes staring daggers into the camera. "But that's fine. Brycie don't lose that game; I just make sure you're met with Actual. Literal. Death."
Bryce moves right toward the turnbuckle. There laying upon the top turnbuckle is the New Blood Championship. "It's apparent the Southern Militia doesn't think I deserve this belt," Bryce says as he points at the belt. "They think I'm a disgrace to the name New Blood Wrestling and a disgrace to the belt I hold. Well Wuss Stevens, I'd challenge you to take this belt from me, but it appears you are way too busy trying to take my job away from me by going after our chairman." Bryce raises his hands defensively as he says, "I'm not going to complain about the guy who's giving me a job. I'm not going to defend his decisions here in NBW since taking over either as he has his own mouth and can speak for himself. That being said, my question to the two of you is simply this: through all of this slander; through the endless, incessant complaining and whining, when and why did Jubei fire everyone? All of those New Blood Originals?" Bryce, finally seeming to crack, smiles. "I can tell you the world is coming to an end tomorrow, but that doesn't make it true."
Far in the distance the sound of a door squeaking open can faintly be heard. "Wuss Stevens, Tyson Kid- I mean, TJ Wilson, you two can call me what ever you want. You can say I'm a sell out, I'm chasing gold, I don't care about the good of the company. Scream it for all the world to hear, and it will not make a difference. I've said everything I have needed to say about my intentions in this business. It's strange to say, but the two of you and me have a lot in common. We both want what we believe is the best of NBW. We want what is best for the fans. Where we are different is in our approach. You two are extreme, where as I am reasonable. You'd think that would be a big weakness on my part, but again I am reasonable. I am cool-headed, calm minded. You two are finding it hard to accept the future of this company, but I have bad news..." Bryce grabs the belt violently from the turnbuckle. "The FUTURE! IS ALLLLBRIGHT!"
Footsteps can be heard behind the camera. Bryce looks off camera toward the footsteps. "You ready son?" An older gentlemen says.
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In one fluent motion Bryce stays up and flings the chair toward the ropes. "I'm going to be way too busy this week to dwell on what has happened for this week it is a good ol' two on one. I'd be lying if I didn't say I'd rather be on the other end of this one, but it's fine with me. My entire career I have had entire factions on my butt. I've had to look over my shoulder; I've had matches ripped from me because some no good jerk-wad decided I was going to be his next victim." With only one aggressive step Bryce makes it from the middle of the ring to the ropes. The camera zooms in on Bryce as he leans over the ropes, his eyes staring daggers into the camera. "But that's fine. Brycie don't lose that game; I just make sure you're met with Actual. Literal. Death."
Bryce moves right toward the turnbuckle. There laying upon the top turnbuckle is the New Blood Championship. "It's apparent the Southern Militia doesn't think I deserve this belt," Bryce says as he points at the belt. "They think I'm a disgrace to the name New Blood Wrestling and a disgrace to the belt I hold. Well Wuss Stevens, I'd challenge you to take this belt from me, but it appears you are way too busy trying to take my job away from me by going after our chairman." Bryce raises his hands defensively as he says, "I'm not going to complain about the guy who's giving me a job. I'm not going to defend his decisions here in NBW since taking over either as he has his own mouth and can speak for himself. That being said, my question to the two of you is simply this: through all of this slander; through the endless, incessant complaining and whining, when and why did Jubei fire everyone? All of those New Blood Originals?" Bryce, finally seeming to crack, smiles. "I can tell you the world is coming to an end tomorrow, but that doesn't make it true."
Far in the distance the sound of a door squeaking open can faintly be heard. "Wuss Stevens, Tyson Kid- I mean, TJ Wilson, you two can call me what ever you want. You can say I'm a sell out, I'm chasing gold, I don't care about the good of the company. Scream it for all the world to hear, and it will not make a difference. I've said everything I have needed to say about my intentions in this business. It's strange to say, but the two of you and me have a lot in common. We both want what we believe is the best of NBW. We want what is best for the fans. Where we are different is in our approach. You two are extreme, where as I am reasonable. You'd think that would be a big weakness on my part, but again I am reasonable. I am cool-headed, calm minded. You two are finding it hard to accept the future of this company, but I have bad news..." Bryce grabs the belt violently from the turnbuckle. "The FUTURE! IS ALLLLBRIGHT!"
Footsteps can be heard behind the camera. Bryce looks off camera toward the footsteps. "You ready son?" An older gentlemen says.
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