Post by Buzzsaw Bundy on Nov 27, 2011 17:02:29 GMT -5
Buzzsaw Bundy is sitting in his locker room his TV Title on his lap. With care and reverence, he applies some metal polish and works the belt to a clean shine. Carefully, he hangs it on a hook on the wall. Sitting back down, he see's the camera. "Well Aaron, the belt is shined up real nice. Not because you asked me to, but because I hold it in the proper regard it deserves. Far too often men like you can't get ahead in this business just on skill and prowess alone. You think the only way is to break and bend the rules, to be a rebel, a thorn in the side of all of us who go out there each and every time with honor and dignity. You claim that you can beat anyone at anytime, and anyplace. Well congratulations, even a blind squirrel finds an acorn from time to time. So you beat a mentally fucked up clown, and some dude who likes to place his junk in a lawn mower. Not an impressive feat if you ask me. So you won a match for #1 contendership to my title. Do you want a cookie? I earned my shot for this title by constantly being in the ring with main eventers, and not getting blown out of the water. I've hung in with the best this company has to offer, and through hard work and sweat, I battled for my Championship opportunity."
Buzzsaw stands up and places the TV Title over his shoulder. "So, your gonna bitch and moan about me being the TV Champion. Well boo-friggin'-hoo, if you can't live with that, then there is only one option, leave. I'm not going to lose this belt anytime soon, because I'm going to bring prestige and honor back to the WCF, one championship at a time. Go ahead and turn your back on the fans, I won't. I'm going out there every night for them. Like a champion is supposed to. A champion is not just some schmuck who thinks his shit doesn't smell. A champion, a credible one, lays it all on the line each and every time. Not for his glory and pride, but for the fans and the company. Will you, can you do that. I think not, your actions as of late have proven that fact. So take your aspirations of greatness, wrap them around your knuckles and get ready to polish my boots. You can bash my life in and out of the ring all you want, it only proves one thing, you know you can't beat me, so you feel you have to try to get under my skin." Buzzsaw starts towards his door, stops and looks back.
"Your right about Vic though, he is a joke. However, to say that I've muddied the prestige of this title is an out and about falsehood. Aaron, there is only one way to say I muddied this title, to lose it to a no good piece of crap like you that isn't even good enough to have corn embedded. You can laugh at my 'gentle giant' side, but you have no idea the kind of pain and suffering I can bring when angered. There is a reason I call my move a Grizzly Attack, because I am that dangerous. I am a man you don't want to poke and taunt, because I'll eat you alive then shit you out whole. Get a good look a the title before the match starts, because that is as close as you'll get while I hold this strap."
The door closes, and the camera lingers for a few moments on a picture hanging of Buzzsaw surrounded by many half naked women and the TV Title over his shoulder before fading to black...
Buzzsaw stands up and places the TV Title over his shoulder. "So, your gonna bitch and moan about me being the TV Champion. Well boo-friggin'-hoo, if you can't live with that, then there is only one option, leave. I'm not going to lose this belt anytime soon, because I'm going to bring prestige and honor back to the WCF, one championship at a time. Go ahead and turn your back on the fans, I won't. I'm going out there every night for them. Like a champion is supposed to. A champion is not just some schmuck who thinks his shit doesn't smell. A champion, a credible one, lays it all on the line each and every time. Not for his glory and pride, but for the fans and the company. Will you, can you do that. I think not, your actions as of late have proven that fact. So take your aspirations of greatness, wrap them around your knuckles and get ready to polish my boots. You can bash my life in and out of the ring all you want, it only proves one thing, you know you can't beat me, so you feel you have to try to get under my skin." Buzzsaw starts towards his door, stops and looks back.
"Your right about Vic though, he is a joke. However, to say that I've muddied the prestige of this title is an out and about falsehood. Aaron, there is only one way to say I muddied this title, to lose it to a no good piece of crap like you that isn't even good enough to have corn embedded. You can laugh at my 'gentle giant' side, but you have no idea the kind of pain and suffering I can bring when angered. There is a reason I call my move a Grizzly Attack, because I am that dangerous. I am a man you don't want to poke and taunt, because I'll eat you alive then shit you out whole. Get a good look a the title before the match starts, because that is as close as you'll get while I hold this strap."
The door closes, and the camera lingers for a few moments on a picture hanging of Buzzsaw surrounded by many half naked women and the TV Title over his shoulder before fading to black...
