Promos will be due Tuesday, December 3rd at midnight Pacific time, which is Wednesday, December 3rd at 3 a.m. Eastern time and 8 a.m. in British time zone.
No extensions.
Promos will be due Tuesday, December 3rd at midnight Pacific time, which is Wednesday, December 3rd at 3 a.m. Eastern time and 8 a.m. in British time zone.
No extensions.
Drew, “Unstoppable!”
The voice was easily recognized as Drew Stevenson’s, FWA Superstar and a man who was most likely making less and less friends with some of his remarks about the FWA and the fact that Mr. King had taken over and began to rule with an iron fist; the way that the FWA should have been ruled long ago. With the video portion of the promo opening up, there stood a smiling Stevenson who was dressed very professionally. A black suit that cost one hundred thousand dollars, a platinum plated Rolex and Oakley sunglasses that was the cherry on top of the proverbial cake that made him a fifteen out of a ten so in other words, better than perfection. Standing directly in front of the lens of the camera while smiling from ear to ear, he put his hands into his pant pockets and wasted no time what-so-ever in beginning to cut his promo for the upcoming edition of Fight Night.
Drew, “You see, ever since the FWA was taken off the PWS Network and Mr. King has taken the reigns from the VERY incompetent former suits? Ratings have spiked and I have FINALLY been seen for the REAL talent that I am. Oh yeah, I am REAL in this business and not some hardcore reject. When guys like Carmine who I have beaten by the way decide that they NEED a weapon to win? I am utilizing nothing but the foundation that our business was built on to beat these guys in THEIR environment. When these guys in their little X Division get off by slamming each other through tables and onto thumbtacks to get over? *I* am slamming people down with the almighty suplex and proving that *I* am the best REAL, PURE wrestler that the FWA has ever seen.”
Smiling, he was full of himself.
Drew, “Guys like Chris Kennedy? He was an ENTERTAINER and he made that known. Gabrielle Montgomery? ENTERRTAINER! Ryan Hall? A street fighter and that same thing goes out to Wolf and then you have all of these little Mexican jumping beans who like to do flip flops in that ring and *I* am the ONLY man in the FWA who likes to stick to the very core of our business; WRESTLING and you can bet your sweet ass that no merry little hardcore reject who jerks it at night to the mere thought of wielding a weapon is going to beat ME!”
Pausing, his once smile had faded and turned into that of a very serious demeanor.
Drew, “Oh hell no, I am the best PURE wrestler for a reason and I am going to prove that this week at Fight Night when I out-WRESTLE the three of you retards and send you back to whatever hole you came from. I’ll start with Carmine Reaper, a man who I think is quite possibly the biggest chode and most overrated douche bag that the FWA has ever put stock into.”
Narrowing his eyes, he licks his lips and is ready for a war.
Drew smiles sarcastically, “How are you doing man? Yeah, doing good!”
Still expressing that very fake smile, he quickly changes his demeanour to reflect the fact that he truly dislikes Carmine and everything that he stands for.
Drew, “I hope for your sake that you are Carmine, I really do because I am going to kick the unholy hell out of you this week on Fight Night. The last time we faced off Carmine? I beat you and I did it in the middle of that ring for the world to see. I took this “legacy” that you have built and I sent it to where it truly belonged, right down the toilet. Oh yeah, I showed everybody that you’re no Reaper, no, the end to your name is just a facade because you may have been pretty good once upon a time and I REALLY emphasize the maybe part but now that *I* have been in the picture? The name Carmine Reaper has become synonymous with the work suck, blows and my personal favorite; sh*t!”
Smiling, arrogance was oozing out of every pore.
Drew, “Oh I’m sure that pissed you off, didn’t it? However, everybody knows that you’ll do absolutely nothing about it because you can’t and you never do. You haven’t been successful in so long that the people literally forget that you even exist until you are forced back down their throats that they HAVE to think about you for that very moment until you lose again and head to the back where we THANK GOD don’t have to see or hear about you again until you get your ass kicked the next week.”
Smiling, he knew those remarks would light a fire under Carmine’s ass.
Drew, “Go ahead and try to deny it Carmine, tell all of these ignorant people what they want to hear because that is EXACTLY what you will do. You will look into that camera with your beady little eyes, you will put on that fake little smile and you will give the people, your fans assurance that you will rise above and beyond but see Carmine – you won’t because *I* am going to beat you again and *I* am going to stop you. You represent what was old and bad, you represent what the FWA USED to be and *I* represent what the FWA is becoming under the new leadership of Mr. King. Do you get all of this Carmine, huh? Do you understand that I am going to use you as a stepping stone to reaching that next plateau, I am going to make DAMN SURE that through your blood, through your sacrifice and on top of your bones becomes MY rise to the top – my ascension, all you can do is accept your fate Carmine and that is that *I* am your reaper and you are beneath MY feet.”
Letting that arrogant smile slowly form along his face, he looks rather maniacal as he removes his hands from out of his pant pockets and clasps them together almost as if in that Devil’s Advocate manner. While standing there, he keeps his hands clasped together and never removes his icy cold stare from off of the lens of the camera.
Drew, “Christian Quinn, the self proclaimed instant classic. You know, the more that I stand here and think about that little moniker of yours – the more that I realize that it fits and it fits well but not the way that you are hoping. No, you see, you will be an instant classic but only because *I* will put you there. You will be a classic because quite frankly, I am going to make sure that the name Christian Quinn becomes a classic in the since of that I am going to finish what I started last week and I am going to REMOVE you from the equation of being any sort of obstacle that constantly lurks in my path.”
Pausing, he separates his hands and stretches them out at his sides.
Drew, “Last week was just a small taste of what I am going to give you Quinn. I already kicked your ass last week, I was the sole reason as to why the “Instant Classic” moniker was really put into fruition because you are going to be on your way to the bottom of the barrel and out the door after this week and I will be the man responsible for such a feat in one week when you and Carmine are licking your wounds and understanding that everything I said is the honest to God truth – I am the best PURE wrestler, I am everything that this business was built on and I am everything that Mr. King wants in his powerhouse version of the FWA. You see Quinn, he doesn’t want flashy moves and cheap gimmicks; he wants WRESTLING and *I* am going to give him just that when I put Jason Gryphon down and remove this hardcore stigma that the old FWA branded onto the X Championship simply because they felt and believed that blood, guts, and gore would get the people interested. What you and they fail to understand is that this business was never founded on who could hit each other with a weapon. No, it has been and will ALWAYS be founded on who is better; who can WRESTLE better than everybody else in this company and you are looking right at him Quinn.”
Stretching his thumb out, he pointed back at himself.
Drew continues to speak, “You see, I have ALWAYS been the best PURE wrestler that the FWA has ever had but the old suits and the PWS Network felt that they needed drama in-order to rake in those ratings. They felt that Chris Kennedy on top was the best thing for them because of the fact that he was an entertainer and a big time movie star. In my opinion Quinn, you are just as bad as him because of the fact that you run around with this flashy little moniker that is so cliché if you want to hear the truth and you truly think that you are that gimmick. Guys like you live by your monikers and that’s perfectly fine man because you will also die by your moniker as well and I hope that you can accept that Quinn because you have no choice BUT to accept that since I am going to put you down again this week.”
Drew nods his head, “I dominated you in our last encounter! I beat the unholy hell out of you and I made sure that you and everybody else took notice that *I* was out to change the very landscape of this stupid little X Championship and its stupid little rules and when that bell sounds Quinn, hell, even you too Carmine? I am going to bury two more bodies and make sure that the X Championship is on its way out to sea and the three of you standing across from me in this match are the sacrificial lambs in making sure that the FWA becomes a WRESTLING promotion again instead of this Jersey Shore crap that it has become. Change is on the horizon, and you are about to be sacrificed for the cause.”
Upon bringing his arms back in, he slips his hands back into his pant pockets and begins taking a nice little walk. As the cameraman pulls out, we can see that Stevenson has walked over to a nearby pile of rubble that is there from whatever was tore down and destroyed. Looking down at the rubble, that highly arrogant smirk that Stevenson is known for creeps up along his face again as he was obviously thinking up something.
Drew, “Oh how the mighty have fallen. Thomas Princeton, a man who was once recognized as the absolute BEST that the FWA had to offer is now in a heap of rubble. How does that make you feel Thomas? Does it motivate you? Maybe it pisses you off – hell, only you can answer that question but if it were me Princeton? I would be absolutely livid at the fact that a company that used to recognize me as the best now sees me as nothing more than a stepping stone for the “lower” tier guys and I use that term loosely. You are a former World Champion in this company Thomas and I recognize that, of course, I also recognize the fact that when I beat you that Mr. King is smart enough to see just how good that I am and that I SHOULD be in the Main Event picture battling the likes of Ryan Hall for the FWA Championship but instead? The former and I say this with pride but the former morons who used to “run this show” are slowly but surely being weeded out for something better and yours truly beating the likes of a former World Champion spells out disaster for you but success for me and since I’m pretty sure that I’m not a guy who you have ever studied up on, let me tell you that I am all about success and just like Carmine, you are the PERFECT stepping stone to getting what I want and to where I deserve and I’m going to make damn sure that the name Thomas Princeton is underneath the name Drew Stevenson when it comes to who is a success and who is a failure in this company.”
Removing his attention from off of the rubble that was a symbolism for Princeton’s once great and illustrious career, he now gives his full attention to the camera that watches and records his every word.
Drew, “Now how will you come out of the gate man? Will you come out running on all cylinders or will you just be there realizing that what I said is the truth? I mean, you can’t really deny what I’m saying because I have facts to back up my claims against you but maybe you’ll finally get that fire back that you once had because now you are just that guy who stays on his hands and knees to be a launch pad, a springboard if you will to the next level and you will be that guy at Fight Night when I prove that I’m better than you, that I’m better than Quinn, that I’m better than Carmine and when I prove that I’m better than a myth like Gryphon.”
The once cockiness that Stevenson expressed is now that of pure intensity.
Drew, “Keep having false hopes, keep believing in your false idols because Fight Night is when this company ran by Mr. King will no longer ignore me or try holding me down. The three of you who stand in my way are nothing more than sheep who are being led to the slaughter and *I* am the big bad Wolf who is about to blow this house down...”
The camera slowly pans in on his eyes as they are filled with intensity and narrowed to reflect just that.
Drew, “... BANK ON THAT!”
Removing his hands from his pant pockets again, he reaches out and grabs a hold of the lens of the camera pie facing it away causing the camera to hit the ground. Upon hitting the ground, we can see the black booted feet of Stevenson as he kicks dirt back behind him and into the lens of the camera before walking off out of mind and out of sight.
Fade.