Post by Buzzsaw Bundy on Oct 3, 2011 15:14:00 GMT -5
Buzzsaw is in the parking area of the WCF Arena. The day has been eventful so far, with fan interaction and last minute media hype. Taking a breather before he heads back inside for the last time before the show, Buzzsaw decides to get a last minute work out in. This is how Hank Brown finds him, doing squat lifts using the front end of his H1 Hummer. Seeing Hank approach, eyes wide with astonishment, Buzzsaw smiled and let the hummer fall the three feet onto it's tires. It landed with a thud, and shook the ground. "Hank, my good man, what brings your skinny but back here?"
Hank Brown just points to his WCF Media badge and shrugs, "Oh, the usual. You got a moment for a couple quick questions?"
Buzzsaw leaned against his truck and drank from the one gallon jug of water his hands made look small. "Sure Hank, I got time for a question or two."
"Buzzsaw, you've said before that it's time for you to become the dominant big man. Given your past, and who is in WAR, are you selling pork pies and a bag of trout, or do you honestly believe you can win?"
"Hank, it's not about my past, nor who's competing tonight. It's about the future. I *AM* the strongest man on the roster, and they all know it. I challenge any one of them to accomplish the same 300 lifts I just did. None of them can. WAR is the rebirth of the WCF with it's true owner Seth Lerch at the helm. Not only has the WCF returned stronger and better than before, so have I."
"So you don't think even the former champion Odin Balfore could do what you just did?"
"Hank, Odin could try, but two things would happen. First, he'd crap his Depends from the strain. Then as we are all recoiling from the feted stench, his ticker will give out, and he'd drop dead. You see, not only am I endowed with superior strength, I am also in the prime of my life. My stamina in the ring, and other pursuits, is what separates me from his aged ass by a wide margin. It also gives me the edge in a match like WAR, where it is truly a survival of the fittest, strongest, and most determined.
I am by far the strongest, and my fitness, well it's hard to say, but I make a strong case for it, as I run 15 miles every morning. As for my determination, well, it has never been higher. Shortly after he required the company, I was called back here to the WCF headquarters for a meeting with Seth Lerch. Mostly we just sat around shooting the shit, as they say. Then we got to the important stuff, Seth called me in to talk face to face with the most important hire in his absence. He told me that he see's me as one of the men who can step up and take this company, and this business into the stratosphere. All I need to do is step up and take it." Buzzsaw straightened up and downed the last half gallon of water as if it was nothing. "Now, Hank, if you'll excuse me, there is a vacant title with my name on it, just waiting for ms to flatten the roster..."
Buzzsaw walks off as Hank just stares after him. Stopping at the entrance to the backstage area, Buzzsaw turns back, "Oh and Hank, stop staring at my ass, unless you want me to Powerbomb you through the pavement..." With a thud, Buzzsaw disappears through the door, and the camera fades to black on Hanks dejected face...
Hank Brown just points to his WCF Media badge and shrugs, "Oh, the usual. You got a moment for a couple quick questions?"
Buzzsaw leaned against his truck and drank from the one gallon jug of water his hands made look small. "Sure Hank, I got time for a question or two."
"Buzzsaw, you've said before that it's time for you to become the dominant big man. Given your past, and who is in WAR, are you selling pork pies and a bag of trout, or do you honestly believe you can win?"
"Hank, it's not about my past, nor who's competing tonight. It's about the future. I *AM* the strongest man on the roster, and they all know it. I challenge any one of them to accomplish the same 300 lifts I just did. None of them can. WAR is the rebirth of the WCF with it's true owner Seth Lerch at the helm. Not only has the WCF returned stronger and better than before, so have I."
"So you don't think even the former champion Odin Balfore could do what you just did?"
"Hank, Odin could try, but two things would happen. First, he'd crap his Depends from the strain. Then as we are all recoiling from the feted stench, his ticker will give out, and he'd drop dead. You see, not only am I endowed with superior strength, I am also in the prime of my life. My stamina in the ring, and other pursuits, is what separates me from his aged ass by a wide margin. It also gives me the edge in a match like WAR, where it is truly a survival of the fittest, strongest, and most determined.
I am by far the strongest, and my fitness, well it's hard to say, but I make a strong case for it, as I run 15 miles every morning. As for my determination, well, it has never been higher. Shortly after he required the company, I was called back here to the WCF headquarters for a meeting with Seth Lerch. Mostly we just sat around shooting the shit, as they say. Then we got to the important stuff, Seth called me in to talk face to face with the most important hire in his absence. He told me that he see's me as one of the men who can step up and take this company, and this business into the stratosphere. All I need to do is step up and take it." Buzzsaw straightened up and downed the last half gallon of water as if it was nothing. "Now, Hank, if you'll excuse me, there is a vacant title with my name on it, just waiting for ms to flatten the roster..."
Buzzsaw walks off as Hank just stares after him. Stopping at the entrance to the backstage area, Buzzsaw turns back, "Oh and Hank, stop staring at my ass, unless you want me to Powerbomb you through the pavement..." With a thud, Buzzsaw disappears through the door, and the camera fades to black on Hanks dejected face...
