Post by Bryce Albright on Jul 27, 2016 2:55:50 GMT
"Wait, wait, wait." Wilfred comes onto the screen with his hair neatly brushed back out of his face. His beard is long, luscious and slightly greying. He is standing in front of the Canadian Flag with his son. Bryce has his arms crossed in front of his chest with his hair gelled back. He is wearing a shirt that reads Wilfrid Laurier University Wrestling. "So let me get this straight, Mundane Chaos. From what I hear you are Shawn DeLise's little bitch, and as opposed to doing anything relevant to your match with my son you instead go to a bar to talk to Jace O'Brien. Alright hun, I feel like you've got things bass akward here. From what Bryce and I have heard-" He cuts himself off. "No, from what Shawn DeLise has openly stated he is against his sister. That same sister calls Jace O'Brien her bitch. So you are going to waste your time, effort and energy chasing down a member of the enemy as marked by your sugar daddy instead of focusing on your opponent? This is where I think you've got your head in the wrong place, hun. Jace O'Brien carries no relevance to this match. His existence means jack squat in terms of this match, but you make him part of it. In that case, why don't bring in Zero too! That idiot does flippy dips and lands on his head just to get a pop from the crowd. He is a cheap entertainer while Bryce Albright is a true entertainer. He is better than you at that, just like he is better than Zero at that. But allow he carries no weight to this match so the question is, why do we bring him up? What value does this bring to the one week story the fans will talk about of Bryce Albright verses Mundane Chaos? This is what I am having a hard time figuring out."
Bryce taps the shoulder of his father and clears his throat. "And this whole idea of you using me as a stepping stone is absurd. I have been thinking this week, though because your harsh words have seemed out of place. I've been trying to pin point why exactly it is that you have a problem with me. At first I thought you treated everyone like trash expecting it to get you far. One day it hit me like a sack of bricks. You are the one that sent out the mass message crying for the loss of Braydon Knox. We responded to this with indifference. That is where I think your issue with me stems from. That is why you are so aggressive toward my father and I. That is why it was so important to talk to the one person that got lucky enough to beat me, and why you said my dad would get beat up by your dad. So I want your over-emotional, undeveloped brain to comprehend this clearly. I don't care about this Knox fellow or about you. In the end, I never knew him and as such I will not cry for him. I will not pretend to wish I knew him better, or say that I miss him; I won't. However, I will warn you now, so please listen. If this is all about your fallen comrade then you've picked the wrong person to mess with. No, it's not because I can and will beat you to a pulp. It's honestly because I couldn't care less about either of you. You really aren't anything of importance to me. Come the end of this match I will be walking away with a negative view of you for the way you've been interacting with me."
"See, kiddo," Wilfred continues on from where Bryce left off. "We will leave you the same way we found you. You will leave the ring in one piece, and relatively healthy. Should anything go wrong you may leave with a concussion, but that is certainly not our aim. You will walk into the ring, and you will walk out with your first loss; it's that simple. Bryce here will not make false promises of death or bashed skulls. He will stay calm under pressure and will stay focused, unlike you. You're a lot like a resident of Tumblr; all it takes is one trigger and you completely lose composure and focus. Kiddo, please remember not to make promises you can't keep; not like Bryce here."
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Bryce taps the shoulder of his father and clears his throat. "And this whole idea of you using me as a stepping stone is absurd. I have been thinking this week, though because your harsh words have seemed out of place. I've been trying to pin point why exactly it is that you have a problem with me. At first I thought you treated everyone like trash expecting it to get you far. One day it hit me like a sack of bricks. You are the one that sent out the mass message crying for the loss of Braydon Knox. We responded to this with indifference. That is where I think your issue with me stems from. That is why you are so aggressive toward my father and I. That is why it was so important to talk to the one person that got lucky enough to beat me, and why you said my dad would get beat up by your dad. So I want your over-emotional, undeveloped brain to comprehend this clearly. I don't care about this Knox fellow or about you. In the end, I never knew him and as such I will not cry for him. I will not pretend to wish I knew him better, or say that I miss him; I won't. However, I will warn you now, so please listen. If this is all about your fallen comrade then you've picked the wrong person to mess with. No, it's not because I can and will beat you to a pulp. It's honestly because I couldn't care less about either of you. You really aren't anything of importance to me. Come the end of this match I will be walking away with a negative view of you for the way you've been interacting with me."
"See, kiddo," Wilfred continues on from where Bryce left off. "We will leave you the same way we found you. You will leave the ring in one piece, and relatively healthy. Should anything go wrong you may leave with a concussion, but that is certainly not our aim. You will walk into the ring, and you will walk out with your first loss; it's that simple. Bryce here will not make false promises of death or bashed skulls. He will stay calm under pressure and will stay focused, unlike you. You're a lot like a resident of Tumblr; all it takes is one trigger and you completely lose composure and focus. Kiddo, please remember not to make promises you can't keep; not like Bryce here."
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