Post by Dirk Bentley on May 13, 2017 23:26:51 GMT
Sitting back wearing his trade mark wife beater, blue jeans, cowboy boots and black Stetson cowboy hat. As we hear “Glory Days” by Bruce Springsteen playing in the background.
“Ah, nostalgia. Just like the highlight of Bryan Sweet’s career. It’s good to see you old friend, or should I call you foe? We have travelled up and down this road as both. I was actually looking forward to having a respectable match against you. “One for old times sake” and then, in typical Bryan fashion… you had to go and fuck it up.”
His expression changes to a more serious tone.
“You brought up your daughter. Congratulations. I will stick with my original message of when I heard the news. I was honestly happy for you. That must’ve have come as quite the surprise. But, again… You jumped the gun and assumed that I would want to use that against you. Considering our past I can’t fault you entirely for that.”
Standing up as he begins pacing the floor, as his breathing becomes more rapid.
“What I most definitely can fault you for, were the next words that came out of your mouth. You turned what was practically a bastard child, that the mother didn’t want to have anything to do with you so much, that she hid the child from you until she was grown… and then acted like you created some miracle and should deserve father of the year awards.”
Shaking his head, before glaring into the camera.
“But then you took things to a new low even for you. Bringing up dead babies. Or at least what was left of one? What could you have possibly hoped to accomplish with that comment? Rattle my cage? Throw me off my game? Maybe make me want to beat the living fuck out of you with reckless abandonment and make a mistake? Nope, not gonna happen. You see Bryan… I have known you longer than anyone else around and that’s exactly your motivation. Piss off people with your over eccentric, cocky demeanor and then capitalize on their mistakes and make them pay.“
Taking a deep breath as he continues…
“While I’d be lying through my teeth if I told you that the last part of my statement didn’t cross my mind repeatedly. I know what a costly error it would be to give into emotion against you. So, keep “trying” to press my buttons Bryan to no avail. This time when we meet in that ring, you’re going to get the best of what I have left to offer.“
Pausing for a moment and chuckling to himself.
“Let me help you out here stud. I can almost here in my head your voice saying “Great, and it still isn’t going to be near enough.” Maybe that’s true. Because while you’ve been off resting on your laurels and professing to be the best in the business? There have been those that have still been here fighting that fight, and sure… I’ve had my setbacks and got lost along the way. I’m sure you’ve heard all about Ashleigh Jericho nearly retiring me. That’s always a fun trip down memory lane. You see Bryan, it’s the things that you do for the love of a woman sometimes that are the biggest sacrifice of all.”
Takes a sip from a nearby Jack Daniels bottle.
“Then there was that time I came back to soon against Tyson Gregory and he damned near crippled me in the ring. In fact, this will be the first time I have been in one since. I guess I’m just a glutton for punishment. But, why the hell am I talking to YOU about SACRIFICE? A snot nosed spoiled bitch that’s never sacrificed a day in his life. Everything he’s always wanted was just handed to him.“
Chuckles to himself.
“How you ask? Case in point, my match at the Supershow against Gavin Grimes. Somehow a cocky arrogant SON OF A BITCH that hasn’t stepped foot in a wrestling ring in years, somehow lobbied to get on that card to face Gavin, when that spot was already taken by me. But, what do you care? It’s just another spot for “Bryan Sweet” to shine and take the spotlight. Well congratulations instead of this going down as a friendly “one for old times sake” match… This now becomes a friendly challenge turned all out war. You want to come back and instead of take my challenge for what it was… a friendly competition, and make it extremely personal? Do me a favor and bring your new flavor of the week and that newly discovered bastard child with you to ringside to watch you get destroyed and try FUCKING EARNING YOUR SHOT!
“Ah, nostalgia. Just like the highlight of Bryan Sweet’s career. It’s good to see you old friend, or should I call you foe? We have travelled up and down this road as both. I was actually looking forward to having a respectable match against you. “One for old times sake” and then, in typical Bryan fashion… you had to go and fuck it up.”
His expression changes to a more serious tone.
“You brought up your daughter. Congratulations. I will stick with my original message of when I heard the news. I was honestly happy for you. That must’ve have come as quite the surprise. But, again… You jumped the gun and assumed that I would want to use that against you. Considering our past I can’t fault you entirely for that.”
Standing up as he begins pacing the floor, as his breathing becomes more rapid.
“What I most definitely can fault you for, were the next words that came out of your mouth. You turned what was practically a bastard child, that the mother didn’t want to have anything to do with you so much, that she hid the child from you until she was grown… and then acted like you created some miracle and should deserve father of the year awards.”
Shaking his head, before glaring into the camera.
“But then you took things to a new low even for you. Bringing up dead babies. Or at least what was left of one? What could you have possibly hoped to accomplish with that comment? Rattle my cage? Throw me off my game? Maybe make me want to beat the living fuck out of you with reckless abandonment and make a mistake? Nope, not gonna happen. You see Bryan… I have known you longer than anyone else around and that’s exactly your motivation. Piss off people with your over eccentric, cocky demeanor and then capitalize on their mistakes and make them pay.“
Taking a deep breath as he continues…
“While I’d be lying through my teeth if I told you that the last part of my statement didn’t cross my mind repeatedly. I know what a costly error it would be to give into emotion against you. So, keep “trying” to press my buttons Bryan to no avail. This time when we meet in that ring, you’re going to get the best of what I have left to offer.“
Pausing for a moment and chuckling to himself.
“Let me help you out here stud. I can almost here in my head your voice saying “Great, and it still isn’t going to be near enough.” Maybe that’s true. Because while you’ve been off resting on your laurels and professing to be the best in the business? There have been those that have still been here fighting that fight, and sure… I’ve had my setbacks and got lost along the way. I’m sure you’ve heard all about Ashleigh Jericho nearly retiring me. That’s always a fun trip down memory lane. You see Bryan, it’s the things that you do for the love of a woman sometimes that are the biggest sacrifice of all.”
Takes a sip from a nearby Jack Daniels bottle.
“Then there was that time I came back to soon against Tyson Gregory and he damned near crippled me in the ring. In fact, this will be the first time I have been in one since. I guess I’m just a glutton for punishment. But, why the hell am I talking to YOU about SACRIFICE? A snot nosed spoiled bitch that’s never sacrificed a day in his life. Everything he’s always wanted was just handed to him.“
Chuckles to himself.
“How you ask? Case in point, my match at the Supershow against Gavin Grimes. Somehow a cocky arrogant SON OF A BITCH that hasn’t stepped foot in a wrestling ring in years, somehow lobbied to get on that card to face Gavin, when that spot was already taken by me. But, what do you care? It’s just another spot for “Bryan Sweet” to shine and take the spotlight. Well congratulations instead of this going down as a friendly “one for old times sake” match… This now becomes a friendly challenge turned all out war. You want to come back and instead of take my challenge for what it was… a friendly competition, and make it extremely personal? Do me a favor and bring your new flavor of the week and that newly discovered bastard child with you to ringside to watch you get destroyed and try FUCKING EARNING YOUR SHOT!