Post by Drew Stevenson on Mar 25, 2017 6:01:44 GMT
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
With the immediate sound of flesh smacking together, from around a dark corner, we see a large man step into view as a shadowy silhouette at first. Still continuing to smack his hands together giving Sarah a small ovation, he separates his hands, placing them down into his pockets while walking down a small flight of stairs.
“So you say that you know me yet you only take a look at one side of my face, is that correct? Maybe you're not familiar with this term but there's always two sides to every story, there's always two sides to every coin so before you make a lot of assumptions, which you have already done, maybe you should have done your research on who I am, every story included.”
Walking through an empty building, mainly an arena, Stevenson finds a good place to sit and takes a seat as the camera continues to record him.
“But you didn't, did you Miss. Lacklan? No, you decided to follow along with the rest of the sheep and preach the same thing you hear every single time someone who doesn't like me decides to open up their mouths.
However, from what I gather from you, you are a very religious girl, no? Fantastic because I know a good thing or two about religion myself. Now if I may, let me quote a little bit of scripture for you…”
Pausing momentarily, he already knows that everyone is hanging on to his every word.
“... As Jesus himself said it in Matthew 7:3, why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? Now since I know that you may not understand what that means Sarah, it means, why do you judge someone when you too have faults of your own?
You see, do you honestly believe that my talent inside of the squared circle is affected by my looks? Do you honestly believe that my slicked back hair, my large muscles and the fact that I look a little bit different today than I did last year is going to affect what happens between us inside of that ring?”
Shaking his head from side to side, he makes a few clicking noises with his tongue indicating that she has already made several big mistakes.
“Well if that was the case Sarah, then I could go on record saying how you look bulimic or better yet, how you look like an albino Ethiopian teenager but do you know what? I have been in this business long enough to know that looks don't mean a damn thing once you step inside of that ring, you understand?
What matters is what you bring to the table and since you seem to think that you have me all figured out, what you fail to realize is that my ratio is far better than 2:1 and truth be told: you would have known that had you taken five minutes, that's it, just five minutes out of your life to properly research what I have done in the last week alone.
But you didn't, no, you followed the same spiel every single person who doesn't care for me spills and that's great Sarah, I am so proud of you, you have finally found your calling as a FOLLOWER but me? I believe in taking the necessary time out of my busy schedule to know who I am going up against because as they used to say, knowledge is power.”
Removing his hands from out of his pockets, he falls his arms over his large chest and continues to speak.
“However, you did say something that I found to be rather humorous and you didn't even realize that it was going to come back to bite you square in the ass. You said there is no hope for the men who celebrate their victories by claiming their opponents are weak. Well here's the thing, I don't ever claim any of my opponents are weak because then? That makes me look bad as well.
See, I don't expect for you to understand that but I will say this, you want me to ride the flames? Sure, I have no problems doing that because from one competitor to another: you don't have what it takes to burn what I am to the ground and do you know why? Because you don't even understand what I am and that's your mistake.
Remember sweetheart, those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.”
With a large smile forming along his face, our scene comes to a close.
SMACK!
SMACK!
With the immediate sound of flesh smacking together, from around a dark corner, we see a large man step into view as a shadowy silhouette at first. Still continuing to smack his hands together giving Sarah a small ovation, he separates his hands, placing them down into his pockets while walking down a small flight of stairs.
“So you say that you know me yet you only take a look at one side of my face, is that correct? Maybe you're not familiar with this term but there's always two sides to every story, there's always two sides to every coin so before you make a lot of assumptions, which you have already done, maybe you should have done your research on who I am, every story included.”
Walking through an empty building, mainly an arena, Stevenson finds a good place to sit and takes a seat as the camera continues to record him.
“But you didn't, did you Miss. Lacklan? No, you decided to follow along with the rest of the sheep and preach the same thing you hear every single time someone who doesn't like me decides to open up their mouths.
However, from what I gather from you, you are a very religious girl, no? Fantastic because I know a good thing or two about religion myself. Now if I may, let me quote a little bit of scripture for you…”
Pausing momentarily, he already knows that everyone is hanging on to his every word.
“... As Jesus himself said it in Matthew 7:3, why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? Now since I know that you may not understand what that means Sarah, it means, why do you judge someone when you too have faults of your own?
You see, do you honestly believe that my talent inside of the squared circle is affected by my looks? Do you honestly believe that my slicked back hair, my large muscles and the fact that I look a little bit different today than I did last year is going to affect what happens between us inside of that ring?”
Shaking his head from side to side, he makes a few clicking noises with his tongue indicating that she has already made several big mistakes.
“Well if that was the case Sarah, then I could go on record saying how you look bulimic or better yet, how you look like an albino Ethiopian teenager but do you know what? I have been in this business long enough to know that looks don't mean a damn thing once you step inside of that ring, you understand?
What matters is what you bring to the table and since you seem to think that you have me all figured out, what you fail to realize is that my ratio is far better than 2:1 and truth be told: you would have known that had you taken five minutes, that's it, just five minutes out of your life to properly research what I have done in the last week alone.
But you didn't, no, you followed the same spiel every single person who doesn't care for me spills and that's great Sarah, I am so proud of you, you have finally found your calling as a FOLLOWER but me? I believe in taking the necessary time out of my busy schedule to know who I am going up against because as they used to say, knowledge is power.”
Removing his hands from out of his pockets, he falls his arms over his large chest and continues to speak.
“However, you did say something that I found to be rather humorous and you didn't even realize that it was going to come back to bite you square in the ass. You said there is no hope for the men who celebrate their victories by claiming their opponents are weak. Well here's the thing, I don't ever claim any of my opponents are weak because then? That makes me look bad as well.
See, I don't expect for you to understand that but I will say this, you want me to ride the flames? Sure, I have no problems doing that because from one competitor to another: you don't have what it takes to burn what I am to the ground and do you know why? Because you don't even understand what I am and that's your mistake.
Remember sweetheart, those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.”
With a large smile forming along his face, our scene comes to a close.