Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2017 23:28:46 GMT -5
“You know, you talk a lot about things you don’t actually know. It’s like watching a toddler trying to explain string theory. It has that strange sad, yet humorous feel to it. You know… kind of like your wrestling career.”
Billy Danielson’s voice echoes as we open to him in Midnight Steel Penthouse in London. The camera views him from the side, as he sits in his throne, which is set in the center of the penthouse living room. He is set and ready for his match this weekend against Brody, but there was something bothering him. He continues his speech.
“For instance, Brody, there is a quote directly from you, that is a complete and total lie, yet you continue to run with it like a child with a ribbon on a stick. See, you said in your interview that ‘at first I kind of understood why Danielson had such a dislike for me, here he was a professional wrestler who had worked his ass off his whole life to be where he is at today’, yet that’s not true at all, Brody. That’s a fallacy you created, to sell yourself as someone on my level. I was a complete rookie, that debuted a month before the original GWP opened up. My entire life, I had never even thought about becoming a wrestler. On whim, the day before I was about to be drafted to the Oakland Raiders in the first round of the 2010 Draft, I retired from football to become a pro-wrestler. I didn’t even seriously train until four years after that. I’ve been wrestling the same amount of time as you, and yet, you seem to think your 10 piss poor matches make you some wrestling deity, yet outside of these walls, nobody knows you or your three last names, Brody.
Same goes for your allegations of me mentioning you on Twitter constantly, and me being in ‘half a dozen federations’. I never mentioned your name after GWP closed, and I didn’t even know you were still alive until Charles Kennedy told me that he wanted me to face you at the original GWP Homecoming show, nor have I even wrestled in 6 companies in my 2 years of wrestling, let alone 6 at one time. However, I’m not here to pick apart all of your unintelligent “alternative fact” spewing, because they aren’t alternative facts, or fake news. No, you Brody, are just living a role given to you, because there is absolutely nothing authentic about you ever.
You aren’t a warrior or a fighter. You are a guy that has been cruising is entire ‘wrestling career’, and I use those words loosely, off of one lucky win in an over the top battle royale, where you entered #30. Since then you lost to me, got yourself disqualified in your match against Shiv, and failed to regain your title… twice. You aren’t some mega star on my level, because outside of this company, you mean absolutely nothing to this world, and when you are forced to leave, you’ll go back to being the street trash that you were before Charles Kennedy made you his charity case. You peaked early, Brody, and GWP is your high school. GWP is your high school, and when we look at this metaphor, I’m the guy that moved on, got a degree, a six figure job, and family, yet you’re still talking about how you made it to states your junior year.”
Camera has now transitioned to right in front of Billy. He’s leaning forward in his throne, his face looking puzzled from Brody’s shenanigans. However, Billy’s face changes right after this shot. He begins to smirk again, showing his confidence. Billy cracks his neck, and continues to speak.
”You have peaked in GWP, and that’s why at London Calling, I’m going to take away the one thing you cling onto, Brody. I’m going to take that sob story that has fueled your journey, and I’m going to make it null and void. You can say I’m in a “facebook micro fed”, which doesn’t even make sense, and sounds ike you are having a stroke, but the reality is, you are just some lazy shell of your former self, and it has been more than evident this entire time. Sure, I got choked out, but Brody, how many times have you choked in that ring since the World Conquest tour started? Trick question, because you have choked in all of them. The one common denominator with you return to the ring has been, no matter how much you get shoved down our throats, you can no longer get that job done, and honestly, it makes the entire GWP universe question if you were ever really able to get it done at all?
I mean the one man that believed in you, the one man that gave you everything, brought in an outsider to replace you, because you couldn’t get the job done. Charles Kennedy had to get Kaden Vossk as his equalizer, because his little science experiment failed yet again. Just like when you lost to me, and made everyone question your legitimacy. Brody Johnson isn’t the guy anymore, and it seems like everyone, but Brody Johnson got the memo. Charles Kennedy basically revived XWF and slapped his logo on it, and gave you Blake Archer, and the rest of his goons, on a silver platter. He even put you in a steel cage and said if any of the DOA got involved, Blake would forfeit the title, yet you still couldn’t get the job done.
Yet, you can sit there and mock me, because I lost my title after five guys kept me from reaching the floor outside of a steel cage? It’s absolutely ludicrous, but here we are, just a few days away from a history making fight, and the best you’ve got for me is petty jabs and verbal burials? Explain to me how that is going to make you a better wrestler/fighter/whatever than me? How is your inability to win a match, where someone else doesn’t have to do all the work for you, going to prove that you can beat me?
The quick answer is it doesn’t. The long answer is that when I walk into London Calling, I am going to beat you savagely. I am going to beat you, and I’m going to expose you. I’m going to peel apart, layer by layer, so the whole world can see you for what you truly are, a coward that hides in Charles Kennedy’s lap so he can keep looking strong. I’m going to beat you, because I am a better wrestler than you, a better talker than you, a better salesman than you, and just because you think there is a difference, I am a better fighter than you.”
Billy stands up, but not out of anger or adrenaline. He stands, so he can walk across the room, and pour himself a drink. He grabs some ice cubes, and puts them in a whiskey glass, and then grabs a cool Dr. Pepper from the mini fridge. He opens the can, and pours his sponsored drink into the glass, leaving just the perfect amount of head in the glass. He takes a sip of the glass, and releases a sigh of relief. He returns to his throne. He leans back in it, as he takes another drink f his Dr. Pepper. He sets the glass down at his side table, and starts to speak again.
”Charles Kennedy has yet to make my request for this match to be Loser Leaves, but when it does happen, I’ll be so glad to finally rid this company of you, just like I did to Rick E. Love in 15 seconds back in India. I am going to bash your skull in, and thanks to that massive steel behemoth that is going to surround us, there will be nobody to allow you to make excuses about. There will be no whining about Shiv hitting you while we were both down. There will be n crying about how the Disciples of the Apocalypse are mean guys that beat you up all the time. There will Brody Johnson’s face, my uncovered knee, and tens of thousands of fans screaming as they’ve watch Brody Johnson wrestle for the last time ever.
There will be no Brody Bombs, or happily ever after for you. There will be a lifetime of regret and disgrace, because this guy that you worked so hard to insult, his guy that you would be all wishy washy with, complementing his skill one second, and then calling him a spineless coward the next, is going to rip you apart in front of so many people, that GWP World Conquest will thank their lucky stars that they got a Netflix deal, because they wouldn’t be able to show it on television. That’s how brutal your beating and your shame will be when you step across the ring with me!
At London Calling, it won’t be a time where good fortune comes calling, Brody. No, because at London Calling, the only call you’ll be receiving is from the unemployment line, because I’m going to end your career, and you are gonna go back to your Average Joe’s gym, and go back to your life of being nothing more than a never-was wrestler that couldn’t make it outside of one company. You’re going to be the guy, that people think about a couple of years down the line, and not even google will be able to find you, because that’s how little you will mean after you lose.
At least if I lose, I know I can go make another million somewhere else, but for you, it is all over. For you, it all ends, because you have nothing left to keep you relevant except for your one failed title reign, where you ditched your only real competition, and the fact that you are charity case for Charles Kennedy to feel better about himself. I’m going to beat you this weekend, and the only thing that will be remembered about the Legacy of a Brody Johnson/Johnston/Johnstone, is the fact that he couldn’t speak, write, read, or listen, and that he didn’t even know his own last name, while I continue to grow and be the last original GWP wrestler that is worth a damn!”
He pauses to take another drink of his Dr. Pepper
”So get ready, Brody, and get ready London England
Because things…
Are about to get…
GREAT!”
He motions his drink towards the drink, as if saying “here’s to you”, and he finishes his glass of Dr. Pepper. Billy Danielson smirks one last time, possibly for the last time in GWP, and the scene begins to fade to black. Thus closing the scene.
Billy Danielson’s voice echoes as we open to him in Midnight Steel Penthouse in London. The camera views him from the side, as he sits in his throne, which is set in the center of the penthouse living room. He is set and ready for his match this weekend against Brody, but there was something bothering him. He continues his speech.
“For instance, Brody, there is a quote directly from you, that is a complete and total lie, yet you continue to run with it like a child with a ribbon on a stick. See, you said in your interview that ‘at first I kind of understood why Danielson had such a dislike for me, here he was a professional wrestler who had worked his ass off his whole life to be where he is at today’, yet that’s not true at all, Brody. That’s a fallacy you created, to sell yourself as someone on my level. I was a complete rookie, that debuted a month before the original GWP opened up. My entire life, I had never even thought about becoming a wrestler. On whim, the day before I was about to be drafted to the Oakland Raiders in the first round of the 2010 Draft, I retired from football to become a pro-wrestler. I didn’t even seriously train until four years after that. I’ve been wrestling the same amount of time as you, and yet, you seem to think your 10 piss poor matches make you some wrestling deity, yet outside of these walls, nobody knows you or your three last names, Brody.
Same goes for your allegations of me mentioning you on Twitter constantly, and me being in ‘half a dozen federations’. I never mentioned your name after GWP closed, and I didn’t even know you were still alive until Charles Kennedy told me that he wanted me to face you at the original GWP Homecoming show, nor have I even wrestled in 6 companies in my 2 years of wrestling, let alone 6 at one time. However, I’m not here to pick apart all of your unintelligent “alternative fact” spewing, because they aren’t alternative facts, or fake news. No, you Brody, are just living a role given to you, because there is absolutely nothing authentic about you ever.
You aren’t a warrior or a fighter. You are a guy that has been cruising is entire ‘wrestling career’, and I use those words loosely, off of one lucky win in an over the top battle royale, where you entered #30. Since then you lost to me, got yourself disqualified in your match against Shiv, and failed to regain your title… twice. You aren’t some mega star on my level, because outside of this company, you mean absolutely nothing to this world, and when you are forced to leave, you’ll go back to being the street trash that you were before Charles Kennedy made you his charity case. You peaked early, Brody, and GWP is your high school. GWP is your high school, and when we look at this metaphor, I’m the guy that moved on, got a degree, a six figure job, and family, yet you’re still talking about how you made it to states your junior year.”
Camera has now transitioned to right in front of Billy. He’s leaning forward in his throne, his face looking puzzled from Brody’s shenanigans. However, Billy’s face changes right after this shot. He begins to smirk again, showing his confidence. Billy cracks his neck, and continues to speak.
”You have peaked in GWP, and that’s why at London Calling, I’m going to take away the one thing you cling onto, Brody. I’m going to take that sob story that has fueled your journey, and I’m going to make it null and void. You can say I’m in a “facebook micro fed”, which doesn’t even make sense, and sounds ike you are having a stroke, but the reality is, you are just some lazy shell of your former self, and it has been more than evident this entire time. Sure, I got choked out, but Brody, how many times have you choked in that ring since the World Conquest tour started? Trick question, because you have choked in all of them. The one common denominator with you return to the ring has been, no matter how much you get shoved down our throats, you can no longer get that job done, and honestly, it makes the entire GWP universe question if you were ever really able to get it done at all?
I mean the one man that believed in you, the one man that gave you everything, brought in an outsider to replace you, because you couldn’t get the job done. Charles Kennedy had to get Kaden Vossk as his equalizer, because his little science experiment failed yet again. Just like when you lost to me, and made everyone question your legitimacy. Brody Johnson isn’t the guy anymore, and it seems like everyone, but Brody Johnson got the memo. Charles Kennedy basically revived XWF and slapped his logo on it, and gave you Blake Archer, and the rest of his goons, on a silver platter. He even put you in a steel cage and said if any of the DOA got involved, Blake would forfeit the title, yet you still couldn’t get the job done.
Yet, you can sit there and mock me, because I lost my title after five guys kept me from reaching the floor outside of a steel cage? It’s absolutely ludicrous, but here we are, just a few days away from a history making fight, and the best you’ve got for me is petty jabs and verbal burials? Explain to me how that is going to make you a better wrestler/fighter/whatever than me? How is your inability to win a match, where someone else doesn’t have to do all the work for you, going to prove that you can beat me?
The quick answer is it doesn’t. The long answer is that when I walk into London Calling, I am going to beat you savagely. I am going to beat you, and I’m going to expose you. I’m going to peel apart, layer by layer, so the whole world can see you for what you truly are, a coward that hides in Charles Kennedy’s lap so he can keep looking strong. I’m going to beat you, because I am a better wrestler than you, a better talker than you, a better salesman than you, and just because you think there is a difference, I am a better fighter than you.”
Billy stands up, but not out of anger or adrenaline. He stands, so he can walk across the room, and pour himself a drink. He grabs some ice cubes, and puts them in a whiskey glass, and then grabs a cool Dr. Pepper from the mini fridge. He opens the can, and pours his sponsored drink into the glass, leaving just the perfect amount of head in the glass. He takes a sip of the glass, and releases a sigh of relief. He returns to his throne. He leans back in it, as he takes another drink f his Dr. Pepper. He sets the glass down at his side table, and starts to speak again.
”Charles Kennedy has yet to make my request for this match to be Loser Leaves, but when it does happen, I’ll be so glad to finally rid this company of you, just like I did to Rick E. Love in 15 seconds back in India. I am going to bash your skull in, and thanks to that massive steel behemoth that is going to surround us, there will be nobody to allow you to make excuses about. There will be no whining about Shiv hitting you while we were both down. There will be n crying about how the Disciples of the Apocalypse are mean guys that beat you up all the time. There will Brody Johnson’s face, my uncovered knee, and tens of thousands of fans screaming as they’ve watch Brody Johnson wrestle for the last time ever.
There will be no Brody Bombs, or happily ever after for you. There will be a lifetime of regret and disgrace, because this guy that you worked so hard to insult, his guy that you would be all wishy washy with, complementing his skill one second, and then calling him a spineless coward the next, is going to rip you apart in front of so many people, that GWP World Conquest will thank their lucky stars that they got a Netflix deal, because they wouldn’t be able to show it on television. That’s how brutal your beating and your shame will be when you step across the ring with me!
At London Calling, it won’t be a time where good fortune comes calling, Brody. No, because at London Calling, the only call you’ll be receiving is from the unemployment line, because I’m going to end your career, and you are gonna go back to your Average Joe’s gym, and go back to your life of being nothing more than a never-was wrestler that couldn’t make it outside of one company. You’re going to be the guy, that people think about a couple of years down the line, and not even google will be able to find you, because that’s how little you will mean after you lose.
At least if I lose, I know I can go make another million somewhere else, but for you, it is all over. For you, it all ends, because you have nothing left to keep you relevant except for your one failed title reign, where you ditched your only real competition, and the fact that you are charity case for Charles Kennedy to feel better about himself. I’m going to beat you this weekend, and the only thing that will be remembered about the Legacy of a Brody Johnson/Johnston/Johnstone, is the fact that he couldn’t speak, write, read, or listen, and that he didn’t even know his own last name, while I continue to grow and be the last original GWP wrestler that is worth a damn!”
He pauses to take another drink of his Dr. Pepper
”So get ready, Brody, and get ready London England
Because things…
Are about to get…
GREAT!”
He motions his drink towards the drink, as if saying “here’s to you”, and he finishes his glass of Dr. Pepper. Billy Danielson smirks one last time, possibly for the last time in GWP, and the scene begins to fade to black. Thus closing the scene.
