Post by [APB] on Jan 4, 2014 20:51:28 GMT -5
You can pin me.
You can humiliate me.
But you will never defeat me.
This is my life.
Allen "Portal" Bartsch is sitting at a bar. His head is down, he's deep in his cups. He sighs and motions for another drink. APB looks at the camera and begins to speak.
"I feel like the Kansas City Chiefs. I feel used and abused and wasted."
APB smiles and winks at the camera.
"That's topical humor right there."
APB stands and motions towards the scene around him. The sad, The desperate, The lost. He shakes his head.
"With my record here, I wouldn't be surprised if people would expect me to be sitting here getting drunk and basking in self pitty. But no."
APB shakes his head.
"I'm not that kind of person. I'm not sad or disappointed. I'm a survivor. Wrestling is what runs through my veins. As long as I get to do that, I'm golden. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a warrior spirit like Xianlong. I don't fight for fighting's sake. There is nothing spiritual about it. It's just a simple fact that it IS WHAT I DO."
APB rubs his hair.
"I'd say something about Howard King, but I'm not getting anything about this guy. Every time I try finding out information about him, I get turned away. So he's a unknown. He's the wildcard. I don't know what his motivations are. That will make him tough. That will make him dangerous."
APB grins at the camera.
"That will make this match FUN."
APB takes a shot, then turns and begins walking out. Before leaving he turns to the camera and speaks one last time.
"Win, Lose or Draw. Xianlong, Howard King, I promise you two, this will be a war that you will always remember."
The camera feed blinks out. APB leaves the bar. He walks down the block a bit.
That fucking sucked. I HATE this part of the sport. Why do they constantly insist that we blather on and on in front of the camera? Why the fuck should that play any part of this?
Fan support?
If the fans can't support me for what I do in the ring then they shouldn't fucking support me.
Xianlong, you're a good dude, but I swear to god, you drive me nuts. I just don't care. I don't care about any of this shit. I don't want anybody to be my friends, I just want to go out there and fight.
Howard King? I don't know anything about this cat except that he's a convict. Good, what the hell is management doing? Hiring Cons now? Christ.
Oh well it doesn't matter. Hire Goats and Dogs for all I care, I'll fight them in the ring. And in the end, I'll be the last one standing. I'll be the survivor.
APB looks around him. He then climbs into a cab and they drive off. This is the end, go away. Read something else, fuck off.
You can humiliate me.
But you will never defeat me.
This is my life.
Allen "Portal" Bartsch is sitting at a bar. His head is down, he's deep in his cups. He sighs and motions for another drink. APB looks at the camera and begins to speak.
"I feel like the Kansas City Chiefs. I feel used and abused and wasted."
APB smiles and winks at the camera.
"That's topical humor right there."
APB stands and motions towards the scene around him. The sad, The desperate, The lost. He shakes his head.
"With my record here, I wouldn't be surprised if people would expect me to be sitting here getting drunk and basking in self pitty. But no."
APB shakes his head.
"I'm not that kind of person. I'm not sad or disappointed. I'm a survivor. Wrestling is what runs through my veins. As long as I get to do that, I'm golden. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a warrior spirit like Xianlong. I don't fight for fighting's sake. There is nothing spiritual about it. It's just a simple fact that it IS WHAT I DO."
APB rubs his hair.
"I'd say something about Howard King, but I'm not getting anything about this guy. Every time I try finding out information about him, I get turned away. So he's a unknown. He's the wildcard. I don't know what his motivations are. That will make him tough. That will make him dangerous."
APB grins at the camera.
"That will make this match FUN."
APB takes a shot, then turns and begins walking out. Before leaving he turns to the camera and speaks one last time.
"Win, Lose or Draw. Xianlong, Howard King, I promise you two, this will be a war that you will always remember."
The camera feed blinks out. APB leaves the bar. He walks down the block a bit.
That fucking sucked. I HATE this part of the sport. Why do they constantly insist that we blather on and on in front of the camera? Why the fuck should that play any part of this?
Fan support?
If the fans can't support me for what I do in the ring then they shouldn't fucking support me.
Xianlong, you're a good dude, but I swear to god, you drive me nuts. I just don't care. I don't care about any of this shit. I don't want anybody to be my friends, I just want to go out there and fight.
Howard King? I don't know anything about this cat except that he's a convict. Good, what the hell is management doing? Hiring Cons now? Christ.
Oh well it doesn't matter. Hire Goats and Dogs for all I care, I'll fight them in the ring. And in the end, I'll be the last one standing. I'll be the survivor.
APB looks around him. He then climbs into a cab and they drive off. This is the end, go away. Read something else, fuck off.