The Bay Area not Butcher [vs. O'Brien]

[Bryce Albright]

It's alright, fathager. I will take care of this.

I do ever apologize for my tartiness. You see, I had to go for a good cry after the mean words Mr. O'Brien had said about me. Murder me because of I am more talented then he? It hurt me right in the feelings. Mr. O'Brien, with his stupid name and stupid haircut, got me right in the feelings. But do you, the fans, know what got to me even more? It was his complete and utter ignorance to exactly who the hell I am!

I'm not going to go into some long seminar about what Jace is good at or some crap like that. I am a man, and above all else I am a wrestler. I go out there and I tell the world I have scoped out this 'bloke' by beating the ever-living crap out of him. So Idiot-face in the back raising your hand and questioning why I haven't talked about his strengths and weaknesses, it's because I don't need to.

Let's get things straight like a native Canadian's finely crafted arrow. I am better in that ring, in front of this camera, with the management Jace is elbow deep inside, in every way, shape and form. I! Am better than Jace O'Brien. But let's delve into why I am better. Well first of all, my accent isn't annoying and I don't threaten to commit murder because I'm standing across from somebody in a wresing ring. I go out there and I do my job. And guess what? I do it dann well. I am what management could call 'reliable'. I can guarantee them that I Will be here every week. I can guarantee them I won't embarrass them or soak up more drama than Jack Owyns being interviewed by Keemstar on DramaAlert. I can guarantee them I will satisfy the smart marks and the little children than come wandering in off the streets. I am smart, I am marketable, I am physically intimidating, and I am my own man. I'm not someone's little bitch, and I am not some cheap gimmick to get the fat, lazy idiot in the venue to look up from Pokemon Go long enough to say "that was awesome". I captivate an audience. Sadly, Jace O'Brien just can't compete to that.

Okay, okay, I can already hear the protests of Mr. O'Brien. Yes, the management is manipulating you to get what they want, but that is the ONLY reason they would ever put YOU in a match with ME; let alone put your sorry tushy in a championship match. See, when it comes to me, RSW knew they could never be successful without putting gold around my waist. While you needed to get on your knees to get a championship, I just got it. RSW did that because they knew that if I held the Bay Area Championship the Future of RSW would be ALBRIGHT! Stupid-Hair O'Brien, take care and don't die.

[Bryce Albright]

My name is NOT Jace O'Brien. My name is Bryce Albright, and I am a man of class, honour and dignity. Earlier in the week my opponent, Mr. O'Brien had some choice words that were not too pleasant. He seems to think that he was contracted to eliminate my opponent for Vendetta- which is fine- and one of the thousands of Blake's this place seems to have. Looks like Adam Blake was a busy man in his youth.



One thing really perturbed me so much that last night I finally had to give this nut sack a piece of my mind; and a piece of my mind he got. I had hope for this O'Brien fellow I saw my name on a card against. I thought that maybe, MAYbe he would impress me. I was hoping that I would see in him pure talent that needed to be nurtured and raised. I saw the potential to make him a member of the Bryce Empire. Sadly, his blind hatred has flushed all of that potential, all of that raw talent right down the proverbial toilet. He saws that I need to be taken down a peg, but I am the board for which the pegs sit, and that he does not understand. He says I am not worth the air I breathe. If you ask Tumblr you would get the same response as I am a straight white male and obviously my privilege needs to be checked. Hashtag First World Problems. I think the best thing he said is that it is his job, that he has been contracted to prove otherwise. Like I haven't done that with the way I manhandled Raven McLastname.



Here's a well-known fact that Mr. O'Brien doesn't know. Just like my physical stature, his attitude isn't intimidating. In fact, his attitude is more annoying. He's like the school bully of RSW, the only reason he looks intimidating is because people pay attention to him. If people simply ignored him, like I did these past two weeks, he would shrivle away to nothing. He would cry for attention because he has daddy issues and is jealous of my relationship with my fathanger.



But you know what, mate? When I get into the ring with you, I am going to teach you respect. Then I am going to take the Bay Area Championship and walk into Vendetta and kick some butt while the prospected first member of the Bryce Empire wins his Supreme Tournament match against Aaron Asphyxia. That could have been you, Mr. O'Brien, but you are just somebody that I killed via verbal massacre.



Now if you would excuse me, I have bank notes to count, seeing as I am a lowly bank teller. One more thing before I go; you are dumb, stupid, I hate you and I hope you get mauled by mosquitoes. And I would like to reitterate that as long as I hold the Bay Area Championship the Future will be ALBRIGHT.