We are not on equal ground [Albright vs. The World I]
Aug 22, 2016 22:59:06 GMT
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Post by Bryce Albright on Aug 22, 2016 22:59:06 GMT
Bryce Albright walks in front of what appears to be a black canvas screen wearing a white tank top and a pair of jeans. His father, looking solemn, stands walks on set to his right. "People have been asking where I have been for the last three weeks. They have asked me how I have felt about being screwed out of a championship tournament. They have asked me what is next for Bryce Albright, and the Bryce Empire. Well let's put it in layman's terms for those incorrigible rats that infest Ready, Set, Wrestle. I have been a man of few words. I have found that my actions did most of the talking for me. Jace O'Brien was a small misstep, but one that would never occur again. Mundane Chaos, however, was not a misstep on my part, it was a misstep on the part of Blake Number 2. Ms. Blake thought she would stick her pretentious little nose in the business of Bryce Albright and she paid the price." In the background Wilfred clears the phlegm from his throat. Bryce's jaw tightens. "Then there is little Zero; a man who's chances of becoming Absolute Champion are zero. For those feigning ignorance, allow me to explain my actions for they coincide with future actions of mine. Zero is an unsavoury character that attempts to dull the minds of our children. He does his stupid little flippy dips which encourages our youth to try the same. What he encourages is a world of children who will be dropped on their head repeatedly by their own hand. He is just another rat that infests wrestling." Bryce smiles and puffs out his chest. "That is where I come in. I am both intellectually superior to the entirety of RSW's roster and physically superior to them. I am the model for which the viewers of RSW should mold their own identity. Unlike your idiotic underdogs like Arthur Thomas, I have built a resume that ensures me success in life. I have not gone off on a whim to become a wrestler; I have pursued a career outside of wrestling. I make this trip every two weeks for the love of this sport."
Wilfred looks up at the camera as his face twists into a look of contempt. "Look at Hailey Banks-" Wilfred spits away from himself. "Yet another Raven MacDemare to go through. A bubbly little girl who will no doubt puff out her cheeks and tell us how she's a big girl that can defend herself. We've been there, hun; we've done that. Get out of our way before Bryce goes through you."
Bryce quickly spins toward his dad and places his hand on his father's chest. "Oh, but dad," He sarcastically crys. "How will I ever prepare for the trio of Genocide, Aiden Vant Hoff and Aaros. I mean, they are 'go against the flow' kind of fellows. Each one with a poor attitude, overly-arrogant, lacking respect, anti-social, and generally having complete disregard for any human life that is not their own." He turns back to the camera. "Let's get this out of the way before they throw it back at me. My lack of respect for these people has nothing to do with blind hatred, but rather they have already shown themselves to be unpleasant. I give respect where it is due. Lord Blake, for example, has earned my respect. Should he wish to join the Bryce Empire I would still welcome him with open arms, but I digress. When it comes to the three aforementioned opponents it really pulls me back to my mention of the rats that infest this place. The three aforementioned are nothing more than a toxin that will be swept well underneath me and forgotten in a breath-taking inanity. That is why I like a wrestler like Cartwright. Sure, his name is stupid and he flippy-dips through the air like a eight year old boy on a trampoline, but I like his style. He's not afraid to cross on to a promoters bad side by giving his opinion. It doesn't matter if he ignores the common sense in his head that tells him if he jumps from the top rope he will land on his neck and end up in a wheel chair. I still can respect the guy."
Wilfred chimes in again. "Same with A-notch. We respect our little illegal alien friend, because he is trapped here with the other garbage just like Bryce and I. A-notch can see Bryce Albright for what he truly is: the Saint of Wrestling. Bryce is to the wrestling what that one religious figure was to that one religious event that happened. A-notch knows that and as such will surely respect Bryce Albright. As such we too will show him respect... even if he is nuttier than a horny Ultimate Warrior telling of his sexcapades with Vince McMa-"
"Woah," Bryce cuts him off. "Even mentioning that man's name could get us sued for use of trademark."
"Well son, point is that man might be crazy, but even the mentally ill need our respect; take Zero for instance. If he is still alive, he is sure to be in a hospital bed with an IV sticking out of his arm. His stupid little mask removed because-" Wilfred holds the mask up high. "We have it right here. Various opponents of Bryce Albright, take this as an example of what can happen in the ring with him. I can confirm that Zero has had a CT Scan on his brain to see if there was anthere was no such luck. Bryce has left him completely and utterly brain dead. That's the way Genocide will be for his transgressions against my son. He spoke out of ignorance about my son. He grouped Bryce together with the other common rabble RSW has to offer. He has claimed that Bryce has denounced this belt as some sort of 'jobber belt', whatever that means."
"Father," Bryce cuts in. "I believe that is a term they use in fake wrestling. They are the lowest common denominator; like that peasant Aiden Van't Hoff."
"Did management manage to misspell his name on the official roster page?" Wilfred inquires, completely ignoring that Genocide insinuated Bryce was some sort of 'jobber'.
"No, I believe his parents misspelled his name on his birth certificate. Sadly, Van't is his real name. What annoys me is his utter lack of research. He says stats, abilities and experience doesn't mean a thing; so he is walking into this match thinking that everyone is either on equal ground, or on a lower ground. We aren't on equal ground and body types will tell us that. For example, that Hailey Banks that he loves so much weighs a buck-nothing. I can dead lift her and gently place her on the mats outside of the ring. We aren't on equal ground there. My cool head puts me in a better position than the emotional Genocide. I am in a better position than Aiden because I do not dismiss any of my opponents. We are not on equal ground, and that is the reason I will win."
EDN
Wilfred looks up at the camera as his face twists into a look of contempt. "Look at Hailey Banks-" Wilfred spits away from himself. "Yet another Raven MacDemare to go through. A bubbly little girl who will no doubt puff out her cheeks and tell us how she's a big girl that can defend herself. We've been there, hun; we've done that. Get out of our way before Bryce goes through you."
Bryce quickly spins toward his dad and places his hand on his father's chest. "Oh, but dad," He sarcastically crys. "How will I ever prepare for the trio of Genocide, Aiden Vant Hoff and Aaros. I mean, they are 'go against the flow' kind of fellows. Each one with a poor attitude, overly-arrogant, lacking respect, anti-social, and generally having complete disregard for any human life that is not their own." He turns back to the camera. "Let's get this out of the way before they throw it back at me. My lack of respect for these people has nothing to do with blind hatred, but rather they have already shown themselves to be unpleasant. I give respect where it is due. Lord Blake, for example, has earned my respect. Should he wish to join the Bryce Empire I would still welcome him with open arms, but I digress. When it comes to the three aforementioned opponents it really pulls me back to my mention of the rats that infest this place. The three aforementioned are nothing more than a toxin that will be swept well underneath me and forgotten in a breath-taking inanity. That is why I like a wrestler like Cartwright. Sure, his name is stupid and he flippy-dips through the air like a eight year old boy on a trampoline, but I like his style. He's not afraid to cross on to a promoters bad side by giving his opinion. It doesn't matter if he ignores the common sense in his head that tells him if he jumps from the top rope he will land on his neck and end up in a wheel chair. I still can respect the guy."
Wilfred chimes in again. "Same with A-notch. We respect our little illegal alien friend, because he is trapped here with the other garbage just like Bryce and I. A-notch can see Bryce Albright for what he truly is: the Saint of Wrestling. Bryce is to the wrestling what that one religious figure was to that one religious event that happened. A-notch knows that and as such will surely respect Bryce Albright. As such we too will show him respect... even if he is nuttier than a horny Ultimate Warrior telling of his sexcapades with Vince McMa-"
"Woah," Bryce cuts him off. "Even mentioning that man's name could get us sued for use of trademark."
"Well son, point is that man might be crazy, but even the mentally ill need our respect; take Zero for instance. If he is still alive, he is sure to be in a hospital bed with an IV sticking out of his arm. His stupid little mask removed because-" Wilfred holds the mask up high. "We have it right here. Various opponents of Bryce Albright, take this as an example of what can happen in the ring with him. I can confirm that Zero has had a CT Scan on his brain to see if there was anthere was no such luck. Bryce has left him completely and utterly brain dead. That's the way Genocide will be for his transgressions against my son. He spoke out of ignorance about my son. He grouped Bryce together with the other common rabble RSW has to offer. He has claimed that Bryce has denounced this belt as some sort of 'jobber belt', whatever that means."
"Father," Bryce cuts in. "I believe that is a term they use in fake wrestling. They are the lowest common denominator; like that peasant Aiden Van't Hoff."
"Did management manage to misspell his name on the official roster page?" Wilfred inquires, completely ignoring that Genocide insinuated Bryce was some sort of 'jobber'.
"No, I believe his parents misspelled his name on his birth certificate. Sadly, Van't is his real name. What annoys me is his utter lack of research. He says stats, abilities and experience doesn't mean a thing; so he is walking into this match thinking that everyone is either on equal ground, or on a lower ground. We aren't on equal ground and body types will tell us that. For example, that Hailey Banks that he loves so much weighs a buck-nothing. I can dead lift her and gently place her on the mats outside of the ring. We aren't on equal ground there. My cool head puts me in a better position than the emotional Genocide. I am in a better position than Aiden because I do not dismiss any of my opponents. We are not on equal ground, and that is the reason I will win."
EDN
