Post by Evan Starr on Apr 30, 2010 16:15:44 GMT -5
Luke had spoken. Masters too. Both men had put together calculated, coherent promos. Evan hadn't really expected Luke to react the way he did, and he certainly never imagined Aaron Masters saying anything halfway comprehensible. Nonetheless they had reacted. Luke went especially far, breaking the age old code of "kayfabe" he had revealed all he did to help Evan progress. This part of the promo had left Evan feeling a little unsettled. It didn't take his mind off his goals however, and he was ready with a rebuttal of his own.
Evan sat in the small room. He had fixed the mic to his shirt. He stared into the camera, and there was but one thing left to do. All he had to do was hit the record button, and he could begin. He relaxed back in the chair, going over what he was going to say again in his mind. He had to deliver his point with an unquestionable authority. Ready, he reached up and pushed the record button. Looking into the camera he began,
"The Supreme Being" Evan Starr here. Luke, Luke, Luke........You broke the code. You broke a time honored tradition. You really don't care about this business do you? You know Luke, I have to admit, I was surprised, even slightly taken aback by your comments. I mean you were the big fan favorite in CWF, and I never cared one bit for the idiot fans that chose to cheer for the most worthless garbage to ever grace a ring. You helped me? How many nerd fanboys are going to kill themselves over this? I love how you chose the time to break "kayfabe." You chose to break it right when making yourself look good. I guess that way it would lend credibility to your slanted view of things."
"You know Luke, I'd be lying if I said there wasn't truth in your words. I mean after all, you did notice a true talent when you saw it. You did often sing my praises, and you did offer me advice. That's where the truth ends, and your lies begin. Don't pat yourself on the back too hard Luke, you didn't take a risk on me. I was the soundest investment you ever made. I made you your money back ten fold. You wanna talk about things that happened backstage? How about telling the world that during my entire stint in CWF, I never once came to you behind the scenes and demanded anything. I never asked you for time off due to sickness, or personal problems. I let my actions in the ring speak for me. And they said a hell of a lot."
"So now instead of screwing me, you were "protecting" me? Wow, I need to call Bill O'Reilly because there is some serious spin taking place here. Luke the fact of the matter is I wanted Jake Benson. I wanted Levi Russow. Look what I did to your former world champion, the Punisher. The man was inducted into the Hall of Living Legends, and I buried him. Twice. I wasn't just good enough to face them, I would have destroyed them both. No you didn't need to protect me Luke. You needed to protect your veterans, and that's just what you did. So Luke, you can take all the "help" you ever gave me and shove it up your ass. I don't appreciate it one damn bit. I'm not the backstabber Luke, you are."
"You see Luke, at the end of the day, nobody has an answer for me. I am unbeatable. "Selfish?" You have the nerve to call me selfish? You're damn right I'm selfish, just like everyone else in this business. The name of the game is self Luke, and you're just as selfish as the rest of us. Oh sure, you could "appear" unselfish, because you could afford to. You already had everything I wanted. The fact is, none of the guys you pushed were ever a threat to you. I was. I was a threat, because you knew that once I had that world title, no one would ever stop me. I would have never been beaten. Because I work my ass off like nobody else in history."
"Luke, I sat by, and I trusted your judgment, and I got screwed royally. Nothing you say can justify what you deprived me of. Everyone that knows me knows that that world title was the only thing that mattered to me. And everyone that knows me knows that no one in the company could have kept it from me. No one but you Luke, and you did it. So now, here we are. It's time for you to face the music Luke. You're not in charge here. You can't throw challenge after challenge at me. You have no choice but to step into that ring with me. I will hurt you Luke. I will hurt you very bad. That you can count on."
"Aaron Masters. The biggest running joke in wrestling history. Aaron Masters, you aren't even on my radar. You are nothing. Barely worth mentioning here. I guess what I hate the most about you is the way you shit on this business every time you open your mouth. You see, surprisingly enough, you're not half bad in the ring. In fact, you have plenty of raw talent. The problem is Aaron, that you screw everyone you face. Not once have done anything to better this business. Not once have you given an opponent a chance to further their career by facing them. All you do is turn the match into some kind of comical skit. That's why I can't stand you."
"You see Aaron, you've never contributed anything to this sport. The only time you've ever been worth watching was when you feuded with Luke, and he carried you then, like he always does. You wanna talk about boring? You know what's boring Aaron? Hearing you talk about how boring everyone you face is. My, how you do flatter yourself Aaron. You don't think you're boring? You think people never tire of your pathetic attempts at humor? You think you're entertaining? Aaron, when it comes to boring, I'm afraid you don't escape the label because you talk to a puppet and joke about food. Nor because you grunt and scream and make all sorts of guttural noises. I'm sorry Aaron, but you're no entertainment maven yourself. Your act is about as tired as the Jackass franchise."
"So, guys, it seems I succeeded at getting a rise out of the both of you. Now that I have your attention, rest assured I will follow up with pain. Lots of pain. Now that we're all on the same page, prepare to be defeated by the much better man."
Evan smiles confidently as he hits the stop button, and removes his mic.
Evan sat in the small room. He had fixed the mic to his shirt. He stared into the camera, and there was but one thing left to do. All he had to do was hit the record button, and he could begin. He relaxed back in the chair, going over what he was going to say again in his mind. He had to deliver his point with an unquestionable authority. Ready, he reached up and pushed the record button. Looking into the camera he began,
"The Supreme Being" Evan Starr here. Luke, Luke, Luke........You broke the code. You broke a time honored tradition. You really don't care about this business do you? You know Luke, I have to admit, I was surprised, even slightly taken aback by your comments. I mean you were the big fan favorite in CWF, and I never cared one bit for the idiot fans that chose to cheer for the most worthless garbage to ever grace a ring. You helped me? How many nerd fanboys are going to kill themselves over this? I love how you chose the time to break "kayfabe." You chose to break it right when making yourself look good. I guess that way it would lend credibility to your slanted view of things."
"You know Luke, I'd be lying if I said there wasn't truth in your words. I mean after all, you did notice a true talent when you saw it. You did often sing my praises, and you did offer me advice. That's where the truth ends, and your lies begin. Don't pat yourself on the back too hard Luke, you didn't take a risk on me. I was the soundest investment you ever made. I made you your money back ten fold. You wanna talk about things that happened backstage? How about telling the world that during my entire stint in CWF, I never once came to you behind the scenes and demanded anything. I never asked you for time off due to sickness, or personal problems. I let my actions in the ring speak for me. And they said a hell of a lot."
"So now instead of screwing me, you were "protecting" me? Wow, I need to call Bill O'Reilly because there is some serious spin taking place here. Luke the fact of the matter is I wanted Jake Benson. I wanted Levi Russow. Look what I did to your former world champion, the Punisher. The man was inducted into the Hall of Living Legends, and I buried him. Twice. I wasn't just good enough to face them, I would have destroyed them both. No you didn't need to protect me Luke. You needed to protect your veterans, and that's just what you did. So Luke, you can take all the "help" you ever gave me and shove it up your ass. I don't appreciate it one damn bit. I'm not the backstabber Luke, you are."
"You see Luke, at the end of the day, nobody has an answer for me. I am unbeatable. "Selfish?" You have the nerve to call me selfish? You're damn right I'm selfish, just like everyone else in this business. The name of the game is self Luke, and you're just as selfish as the rest of us. Oh sure, you could "appear" unselfish, because you could afford to. You already had everything I wanted. The fact is, none of the guys you pushed were ever a threat to you. I was. I was a threat, because you knew that once I had that world title, no one would ever stop me. I would have never been beaten. Because I work my ass off like nobody else in history."
"Luke, I sat by, and I trusted your judgment, and I got screwed royally. Nothing you say can justify what you deprived me of. Everyone that knows me knows that that world title was the only thing that mattered to me. And everyone that knows me knows that no one in the company could have kept it from me. No one but you Luke, and you did it. So now, here we are. It's time for you to face the music Luke. You're not in charge here. You can't throw challenge after challenge at me. You have no choice but to step into that ring with me. I will hurt you Luke. I will hurt you very bad. That you can count on."
"Aaron Masters. The biggest running joke in wrestling history. Aaron Masters, you aren't even on my radar. You are nothing. Barely worth mentioning here. I guess what I hate the most about you is the way you shit on this business every time you open your mouth. You see, surprisingly enough, you're not half bad in the ring. In fact, you have plenty of raw talent. The problem is Aaron, that you screw everyone you face. Not once have done anything to better this business. Not once have you given an opponent a chance to further their career by facing them. All you do is turn the match into some kind of comical skit. That's why I can't stand you."
"You see Aaron, you've never contributed anything to this sport. The only time you've ever been worth watching was when you feuded with Luke, and he carried you then, like he always does. You wanna talk about boring? You know what's boring Aaron? Hearing you talk about how boring everyone you face is. My, how you do flatter yourself Aaron. You don't think you're boring? You think people never tire of your pathetic attempts at humor? You think you're entertaining? Aaron, when it comes to boring, I'm afraid you don't escape the label because you talk to a puppet and joke about food. Nor because you grunt and scream and make all sorts of guttural noises. I'm sorry Aaron, but you're no entertainment maven yourself. Your act is about as tired as the Jackass franchise."
"So, guys, it seems I succeeded at getting a rise out of the both of you. Now that I have your attention, rest assured I will follow up with pain. Lots of pain. Now that we're all on the same page, prepare to be defeated by the much better man."
Evan smiles confidently as he hits the stop button, and removes his mic.