Post by Buzzsaw Bundy on Feb 5, 2012 16:42:51 GMT -5
Backstage - Payback
Buzzsaw is making his way back to his locker room, when he is intercepted by Hank Brown.
"Buzzsaw, those were some serious words you tossed around out there. Is this just some stunt, or are you really calling out the entire roster?"
Buzzsaw looks down at Hank and just smiles. "Can't it just be both? It's bad enough when you don't get booked because of whatever reasons, but when they guys in the back, namely Seth Lerch say, 'Oh, just be patient, we'll think of something for you', it gets real stale and real old REAL fast. Which is why I told our illustrious owner to watch close as I went out there to shake things up, and make it happen for myself. Anyone, and I mean ANYONE is free to step up and face me in the ring. I don't give an at's rass if it's Jobby McGee or a returning legend like Slickie T. Either way, I'll go right through them. Now sure some people will be tougher than others, but it'll make no difference when I drop the last bole of the forest, and send them through the ring."
Hank looks up at the big lumberjack, with a very skeptical look, "You mean to tell us that you Actually think you could beat a legend like Slickie?"
"Hank, on any given night, it's anybodies match to win. A cur dog can whip a pit bulls ass in his own backyard. Well, I may not necessarily be a cur dog, but that ring is my yard. I can and I will beat anyone who steps into the ring with me."
As Hank starts to ask another question, Buzzsaw just lifts the katana and rests it on his shoulder as he walks away...
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1/31/12 - 8:30PM
Reading PA
It is a clear cold evening, and Buzzsaw is out on the streets of Reading PA, doing his last 5K run of the day. Taking a sip from his water bottle, Buzzsaw began the cool down walk to his apartment. After a few minutes, he climbs the steps to his door, and steps in. Dropping the empty bottle into the sink, Buzzsaw reaches into the fridge and removes a bottle of Guinness beer. With no effort, he flicks off the cap with just his thumb.
Sitting on his couch, Buzzsaw flicks the TV, and begins to watch some of Jay Price's matches. After a few moments he notices the camera, and turns, "Well, looks like this Sunday night on Slam, there is gonna be another great match up. Not only are the Giants and Patriots going to have one of the greatest moments in sports, but Jay Price and myself are going to go one on one. Not for any titles, or title shots, hell, not even for our careers... Well, in a way this is for our careers. Let's face it, Jay Price is stuck in the undercard. Now I honestly don't think he deserves to be there, the guy is a multiple champion, the longest reigning TV Champ, and arguably one of the toughest S.O.B.s in this business. He's not gonna be one of these guys I can just piss on and get the win. No Jay Price is a man that I'm going to have to put effort into to beat. Now I don't think much of him personally, or professionally, but I respect the man.
As for my career, well let's just say I'm not proud of it at all. Sure I am a former TV Champion, but really, what the hell have I done other than that? I let my size hold me back. I went into my matches just assuming because I am bigger, badder, and stronger that I should be handed the win. That's not the case however, just because there are people smaller and weaker than myself, that does not mean they cannot pin me. I have to go out there, and plan for the other guy to be better than me, and that they are the one that's supposed to win. Just having the hunger to win my matches and be dominant, hell be a champion again, is not enough. I have to go out there and fight for it, I have to be willing, able, and unhesitant to inflict pain. There should be nothing else on my mind but winning, and leaving my opponent laying unmoving in that ring."
Buzzsaw stands and stretches as he finishes off his beer. "Now, at Slam, I'm glad I'll be facing you Jay. I want to say thank you for providing the perspective to allow me to elevate my game. I'm going to be more than happy to show you just how thankful I am, when I plow you straight through the center of that ring, and get the win." Buzzsaw turns the light out in his living room as he heads towards bed...
Buzzsaw is making his way back to his locker room, when he is intercepted by Hank Brown.
"Buzzsaw, those were some serious words you tossed around out there. Is this just some stunt, or are you really calling out the entire roster?"
Buzzsaw looks down at Hank and just smiles. "Can't it just be both? It's bad enough when you don't get booked because of whatever reasons, but when they guys in the back, namely Seth Lerch say, 'Oh, just be patient, we'll think of something for you', it gets real stale and real old REAL fast. Which is why I told our illustrious owner to watch close as I went out there to shake things up, and make it happen for myself. Anyone, and I mean ANYONE is free to step up and face me in the ring. I don't give an at's rass if it's Jobby McGee or a returning legend like Slickie T. Either way, I'll go right through them. Now sure some people will be tougher than others, but it'll make no difference when I drop the last bole of the forest, and send them through the ring."
Hank looks up at the big lumberjack, with a very skeptical look, "You mean to tell us that you Actually think you could beat a legend like Slickie?"
"Hank, on any given night, it's anybodies match to win. A cur dog can whip a pit bulls ass in his own backyard. Well, I may not necessarily be a cur dog, but that ring is my yard. I can and I will beat anyone who steps into the ring with me."
As Hank starts to ask another question, Buzzsaw just lifts the katana and rests it on his shoulder as he walks away...
***************
1/31/12 - 8:30PM
Reading PA
It is a clear cold evening, and Buzzsaw is out on the streets of Reading PA, doing his last 5K run of the day. Taking a sip from his water bottle, Buzzsaw began the cool down walk to his apartment. After a few minutes, he climbs the steps to his door, and steps in. Dropping the empty bottle into the sink, Buzzsaw reaches into the fridge and removes a bottle of Guinness beer. With no effort, he flicks off the cap with just his thumb.
Sitting on his couch, Buzzsaw flicks the TV, and begins to watch some of Jay Price's matches. After a few moments he notices the camera, and turns, "Well, looks like this Sunday night on Slam, there is gonna be another great match up. Not only are the Giants and Patriots going to have one of the greatest moments in sports, but Jay Price and myself are going to go one on one. Not for any titles, or title shots, hell, not even for our careers... Well, in a way this is for our careers. Let's face it, Jay Price is stuck in the undercard. Now I honestly don't think he deserves to be there, the guy is a multiple champion, the longest reigning TV Champ, and arguably one of the toughest S.O.B.s in this business. He's not gonna be one of these guys I can just piss on and get the win. No Jay Price is a man that I'm going to have to put effort into to beat. Now I don't think much of him personally, or professionally, but I respect the man.
As for my career, well let's just say I'm not proud of it at all. Sure I am a former TV Champion, but really, what the hell have I done other than that? I let my size hold me back. I went into my matches just assuming because I am bigger, badder, and stronger that I should be handed the win. That's not the case however, just because there are people smaller and weaker than myself, that does not mean they cannot pin me. I have to go out there, and plan for the other guy to be better than me, and that they are the one that's supposed to win. Just having the hunger to win my matches and be dominant, hell be a champion again, is not enough. I have to go out there and fight for it, I have to be willing, able, and unhesitant to inflict pain. There should be nothing else on my mind but winning, and leaving my opponent laying unmoving in that ring."
Buzzsaw stands and stretches as he finishes off his beer. "Now, at Slam, I'm glad I'll be facing you Jay. I want to say thank you for providing the perspective to allow me to elevate my game. I'm going to be more than happy to show you just how thankful I am, when I plow you straight through the center of that ring, and get the win." Buzzsaw turns the light out in his living room as he heads towards bed...
