Post by Andrew Barnes on Aug 27, 2020 14:42:27 GMT -5
Detroit, Michigan
Beacon Park 08/27/2020 - 9:52 AM
"Hello, Aaron."
The scene opens to a close up shot of Andrew Barnes face. The bruises are gone. The cuts are history on his face, leaving only a white mark behind. A smirk across his face, Andrew Barnes continues, "Are you well?"
"Do you need anything?" Andrew asks, as the camera zooms out to show Andrew standing in a park, wearing a black Adidas tracksuit. The sun barely visible, giving off a bluish hue across the whole park and the buildings surrounding it.
He holds his right hand out, "A bandaid? Maybe some ginger ale to settle that upset stomach?"
Andrew chuckles and shakes his head, "I'm sorry, I just feel like I have to look after you.." He tilts his head while looking into the camera, "Is that weird?"
The camera cuts to the back of Andrew Barnes, as he stands in front of a group of children. All with a creepy smile, hanging on to every word Andrew Barnes has to say.
"Like some animal I saw at the side of the road, clinging to life after a BRUTAL attack by THE omega wolf."
Andrew holds his hands up, "And like a dying animal on the side of the road.. What is the only decent thing to do, kids?"
They scream in unison, "KILL!!!"
Andrew smiles, "That's right."
He pushes one of the kids away to make a path through them, they continue to chant, "KILL! KILL! KILL!"
Andrew, still with a devious smirk, walks away. The camera follows, trying to keep up in front of him, "Understand this, Aaron."
"There is a ton of lone wolves in Alpha Pro." He mentions, stopping abruptly on the sidewalk- he raises his right hand up.
"BUT!"
"There are no one like Andrew Barnes." Andrew sways his hands down and away from his chest.
He continues his walk, "I don't need to call myself the Omega One, or anything cheesy like that." Andrew blows a puff of air out sarcastically from the thought of naming himself, "Nah. Not my style."
Andrew stops, "Also.. It sounds fucking stupid." And continues to walk, "I'll just let you call me that, Aaron. When you're begging for your life.." He stops again and stares into the camera with a smirk, "You WILL call me that."
Andrew looks away from the camera and into the clouds, "THE OMEGAAaaa." He waves his hands horizontal across the screen.
He stares back at the camera, "You'll call me that and you'll like it, Aaron. This will be your penance for such a weak showing last week. You wasted my time, my fans time, and you owe an apology to the rest of the workers backstage for having to witness such a slaughter."
"Yet, you come back this week.. ONLY because something is on the line. ONLY because there is that carrot dangling in front of you, Aaron."
He shakes his head with a chuckle, "You're pathetic, Aaron. If this was for nothing, you would continue to be the husk of what you were, and even that is nothing to gloat about. You would put, at most, the minimum amount of effort in and call it a day. Grab that check and waste it."
"Great guy, though." Andrew lifts his right hand and gives a thumbs up to the camera with a grin.
"The rest I can't judge so harshly."
Andrew lowers his head and starts to name off the rest of his opponents, "Adelaide Ainsworth, Alexander Hayes, Alex Scott, Dave Van Dam, Elliot Siscoe, Gavin Drake, Harvey Berlin, Jaice Wilds, John Blade, Lex Collins, Lilianna Rose, Link Rexx, Renaissance Taylor, Shin, Tony Dang, Tsukiko, Victoria Sabin, and Vonn Richter."
"So much talent packed into that ring."
"Let's start with Dave Van Dam. I know Dave from Strike Towers. Well, I know of him due to the fact I was a kid when he was wrestling in that federation. I saw old videos of him against Sean Lane, Johnny Fierce, and Glenn Owen."
"I know. I know. Who the fuck cares about some wrestlers that can only hang in one federation and are just plain shit anywhere else. I get it."
"Still." Andrew shrugs.
"I still have a tiny bit of respect for him. It's like watching a building crumble. Everyone knows that it was gonna happen. It's old. Decaying inside, with hobos jerking off everywhere."
Andrew smiles, "It just has to go."
"And come Showdown... I will show this to Dave Van Dam. I will open his eyes. I will show him that he doesn't have what it takes anymore. And The Eternal Renegades sucked so hard back then."
Some kids rush up to Andrew Barnes with a pen and paper, hoping for an autograph from him, with smiles on every one of them.
"Excuse me." Andrew holds up his finger to the camera and brings his attention to his fans.
"Alright. Alright. I'll get everyone of you. Hold your horses." Andrew tells them, as he begins to sign everything they hand to him.
After a few minutes and all the signatures are done. Andrew Barnes waves at the kids while they run back to their parents to show off the autograph from their favorite wrestler. This brings joy to Andrew, but it only lasts for a moment before he turns his attention back to the camera.
"Alright, who is next on the list?"
"Alexander Hayes?" Andrew asks the camera.
He nods, "Well, I don't know much about him other than a few federations he was in. He never made that big splash. Which is the reason why I'm so hazy on his past. He was always in the background, never really standing out among the giants in this business. A guy perfectly made for low to mid card status. Never one to reach to the top. Kinda like Johnny Legend. The big breaks he got were practically a waste since no one really cares about another ""Highly Intelligent"" superstar spewing the same ole' bullshit every week. That's fucking boring."
"This isn't to say that he might pull a victory out of nowhere, though. Hell, anyone in this match can do that very thing. Which is why I hate these type of matches. So many variables that it's like buying a mystery bag. Maybe you'll get a good one! LIKE ALEX SCOTT!"
Andrew frowns, "Or maybe you'll get a John Blade."
Children booing goes off in the background, as Andrew Barnes gives the very mention of John Blade the thumbs down gesture.
"Let's move on to someone else. Someone that isn't John Blade." Andrew rubs his chin, thinking of which wrestler to talk about.
"AHH!" His eyes brighten.
"How about Tony Dang!?"
"I just love that name."
Andrew mocks Tony Dang with, "Hey, yo.. It's me! TONY DANG! As he walks into the room, gives everyone a thumbs up and that Happy Days theme song plays. IT'S AWESOME!"
"We also have a ton of new superstars here in Alpha Pro. They are all tossed into a match together. How fun!? Not like I have been laying waste to everyone... Everyone besides Eli Beazley... WHO CHEATED.. I have been laying waste to everyone here in Alpha Pro Wrestling. So when I finally get a chance? So does half the roster here in Alpha Pro Wrestling!"
"Why stop there? Let's dig up the Raging Dead and toss his decayed corpse in the match!?" Andrew says with disappointment in his tone.
"Speaking of the dead. Vonn Richter is still here? I really thought he blew up after injecting himself one too many times with super muscle juice? Heh. I guess I was wrong, or just bad info from the internet?"
"Like Aaron Blaze. Vonn Richter will only show if there is something on the line. I'm here every week! PROVING to my fans they made the right decision in following Andrew Barnes." Andrew pokes himself in the chest with his thumb, "I'm here to make Alpha Pro Wrestling better. I'm here to prove we are better than any other federation out there!"
"Who else could carry this place?"
"Jaice Wilds?"
"Lex Collins?"
"... Shin?"
"Really?" Andrew flashes a smirk.
"How about Elliot Siscoe?"
"Harvey Berlin?"
"Or... Renaissance Taylor?"
He pauses for a moment, "You know what? At least these guys have original names. I give them that. Mine sounds like I'm selling some beef jerky, or some pitcher in baseball."
"Anyways, the rest... I really don't care about. Most of what I said can apply to them. This match will not break me, if I lost. Not at all. In fact, it will only make my climb to the top even sweeter. Eli Beazley will get his for cheating in our match. And Zaigon Carter will hopefully hold onto that title long enough for Andrew Barnes to take it away. I highly doubt that, though. The Zaigon Carter holding that title after Showdown"
"Who I'm pretty sure will leave APW once it is missing from his waist."
"All the top guys here seem to be leaving, or hinting about it. Odd. Right? When I came into this place, it's like when the animals of the forest know of impeding doom. And with their little hooves and paws,they rush around aimlessly to find safety elsewhere. I'm the flames, APW. I have come to burn this federation down."
"Not in a malicious manner." He shakes his head.
"I'm not here to DESTROY you. I'm here to SAVE you, Alpha Pro. From destruction comes life. If I come out victorious in this match.. You can finally sleep peacefully, APW. Knowing that Andrew Barnes is one more step closer to saving your butts. That has to be a nice feeling.. Does is it not?"
"And if I lose? Well.."
Andrew wipes his face from top to bottom, "It just means that more people will get hurt. That's all. Nothing will truly change. I WILL be the face of this company. Whenever you see the APW trucks rolling by, you'll see this mug looking back at ya." He snaps his fingers to the camera.
Andrew extends his arms out to the side and tilts his head back, "Enjoy it, Alpha Pro." He says, with his eyes shut.
Lowering his arms, Andrew Barnes opens his eyes and looks back into the camera.
"If any superstar here can't accept this... Then call Johnny Class. He could probably get you out of here. Safe from what is about to come."
Andrew lowers his head, his eyes still focus on the camera, "So all that is left for you?"
"Run."
"Run away."
"Or the fire will consume you."
Andrew Barnes smiles once more, and walks out of the camera view with children laughing in the background. The clouds slowly begin to dissipate, as the light from the sun start to creep through, brighten up the park and banishing away the bluish hue with it. The sounds of children laughing is all that is left when the screen fades to black.
