Post by Mr. McCoy on Oct 26, 2011 21:06:26 GMT -5
Moments before the main event of the evening the camera cuts backstage. The crowd pops in the background as Freebird McCoy emerges before a "GHW" backdrop. Decked out in a blue and black flannel, an "I Wrestle For Food" T-shirt and shredded blue jeans, the undefeated Oklahoman smiles to himself before speaking.
"I joined Glory and Honor Wrestling a few months ago, you all know that. If you didn't well, that's tough tomatoes. But I digress. If your the former, then you also know that I wasn't given much of a fighting chance here, or a fair shot, or any respect. I've been called many things. Hick. Farmer. Bum. Just to name a few. You know very well how I respond to such things, such adversities. I overcome them. I'm undefeated. Never been pinned, never tapped out. I'm building a legacy, creating a history, making my mark on this industry. And the biggest one might be made next week."
The Blue Collar Brawler pauses a moment, the crowd still cheering, completely aware of what he's insinuating. McCoy nods for a bit, reflecting his words and possibly even his short career.
"Earlier the King of Deathmatches called me inferior. Maybe I am. Maybe busting my ass for minimum wage jobs or having to sleep outside the unemployment office just to be the first one in line makes me inferior. Maybe when my grandpapa got seriously ill, and I decided not to go to college and instead run the farm makes me inferior. I don't know whether that constitutes for inferiority, but I do know something. I know I have the power to make change, and persevere through people's perceptions of me."
"Dominik Santiago may be my superior, he may even be right about what he's said about me, and the thousands of fans that he's insulted. Then again he might not. He may be wrong like the hundreds of skeptics who told me I wouldn't make it this far. Wrong like the Fighty fighty persons who stepped foot in the ring with me and guaranteed victory. But what do I know?"
"I don't know much. I'm man enough to admit that. But what I do know is that next week I'll have the opportunity to prove somebody wrong once again. I may never alter how you perceive the world Dominik, but I can most certainly change who holds the King of the Deathmatch Championship. Take a good look Mr. Santiago. My waist is pretty round and bulbous yes, I've knocked back a few beers and have eaten my fair share of barbecue. But its also pretty naked. Want to know something champ? It won't be come next Tuesday because when the rooster calls, I won't be the one waking up off the floor. And that's all there is to know."
With that said, the Oklahoman marches out of camera view, looking to get ready for his match scheduled to take place momentarily.
End of Thread. (Short and sweet.)
"I joined Glory and Honor Wrestling a few months ago, you all know that. If you didn't well, that's tough tomatoes. But I digress. If your the former, then you also know that I wasn't given much of a fighting chance here, or a fair shot, or any respect. I've been called many things. Hick. Farmer. Bum. Just to name a few. You know very well how I respond to such things, such adversities. I overcome them. I'm undefeated. Never been pinned, never tapped out. I'm building a legacy, creating a history, making my mark on this industry. And the biggest one might be made next week."
The Blue Collar Brawler pauses a moment, the crowd still cheering, completely aware of what he's insinuating. McCoy nods for a bit, reflecting his words and possibly even his short career.
"Earlier the King of Deathmatches called me inferior. Maybe I am. Maybe busting my ass for minimum wage jobs or having to sleep outside the unemployment office just to be the first one in line makes me inferior. Maybe when my grandpapa got seriously ill, and I decided not to go to college and instead run the farm makes me inferior. I don't know whether that constitutes for inferiority, but I do know something. I know I have the power to make change, and persevere through people's perceptions of me."
"Dominik Santiago may be my superior, he may even be right about what he's said about me, and the thousands of fans that he's insulted. Then again he might not. He may be wrong like the hundreds of skeptics who told me I wouldn't make it this far. Wrong like the Fighty fighty persons who stepped foot in the ring with me and guaranteed victory. But what do I know?"
"I don't know much. I'm man enough to admit that. But what I do know is that next week I'll have the opportunity to prove somebody wrong once again. I may never alter how you perceive the world Dominik, but I can most certainly change who holds the King of the Deathmatch Championship. Take a good look Mr. Santiago. My waist is pretty round and bulbous yes, I've knocked back a few beers and have eaten my fair share of barbecue. But its also pretty naked. Want to know something champ? It won't be come next Tuesday because when the rooster calls, I won't be the one waking up off the floor. And that's all there is to know."
With that said, the Oklahoman marches out of camera view, looking to get ready for his match scheduled to take place momentarily.
End of Thread. (Short and sweet.)