Post by Andrew Barnes on Sept 13, 2020 16:54:11 GMT -5
(No excuses for this late and short promo. A mixture of video gaming all week with buddies and football have cut into my computer time. I promise next card I will give it all my focus.)
What do you want from me?
part two
It's getting closer..
The days are dwindling down, America Jackson.
... Or..
Maybe I should be warning Jason Ryan?
I'll be happy with either.
I've proven I have what it takes to defeat Jason Ryan. However, if he beats America Jackson, maybe our match was just him on the unlucky side?
Either way, I wish them both luck.
...
I wish I could say the same for my opponent.
Brother Zeke.
What can I say about Brother Zeke?
Really?
What?
Other than the little tidbits in his profile.. I got nothing. I don't remember him in any of my old Strike Towers DVDs. Was he with Alexander Hayes in RWA or Boardwalk Wrestling? No idea.
All I know he's a country bumpkin from Kansas that loves God or whatever.
Great..
More God lovers.
Look, nothing wrong with it. It's understandable. Looking to a higher power and all. It's why I'm here, actually. You see, Zeke. I feel like I have to call you Zeke because I'm not part of whatever is going on over there. Don't want to piss off any deities, right?
Anyways, I've proven to every lump of lard that APW has sent me. I've proven that these arms can wrap around any of their fat necks, giving them a glimpse of their messiah. Yet, some people would call me a gruff. Thinking that my attitude has changed recently. As if, I'm a different person?
What do you want from me?
You want that typical good guy?
How about the easy Anti-Hero?
I can put on any mask my fans want on me. It's not gonna change what I do in that ring, though. When Eli Beazley cheated and gave me my only loss here in Alpha Pro... This is where we are at now, folks. Andrew Barnes changes. He evolves to the situation. When I get cheated... I get pissed. When I get pissed.. I destroy.
Simple.
Now, I'm not ALL about destruction. You see, Alpha Pro NEEDS me to have that title. It needs a champion that doesn't have one foot in Action Wrestling's door.. Just waiting to dive on in after that gold leaves his body.
Zaigon Carter did it. America Jackson, his best friend, will do the same.
I hope you are different, Zeke. I hope that a loss or two won't send you to the hills.
Losing in this business can be rough. Sticking with a dying federation is another.
Alpha Pro Wrestling needs a shot of adrenaline.
IT NEEDS TO WAKE UP!
This what you need to bring, Zeke. I am trying my best, but at times, I lack of motivation. Why bother, right? Every day we are losing talent and it's not gonna be fun for the fans when I am going against Eli Beazley for the billionth time. As much as I would like to pound that cheater into the ground for that many times... It would be boring.
This is why... if I win that World title.. I will defend it at every show. I don't care who. It can be some outsider... Just bring me people to fight. This place calls out for a savior, and the only people that stood up left. Not me. I will be here no matter what. Even if I lose every week. I'm not quitting until those doors are locked shut and the old, lone security guard they hired drags me away.
This is Andrew Barnes home.
No matter what.
The scene opens up to Andrew Barnes sitting alone in his apartment. In the dark, with only the light from the hallway, Andrew sits on the couch with a glass of Vodka in hand. He swirls it around as he stares at the wall in front of him. The headlights from the traffic below reflect onto the wall as they pass by. With every flash of light, Andrew is still sitting there with a blank stare.
He sighs, "Eveeerry weeek." Andrew mutters to himself.
A beeping sound goes off next to Andrew Barnes. A red light flashes on his phone that is sitting on the couch next to him.
"Nope. I know I'm done." Andrew says to himself, he picks up his cellphone and chucks it against the wall, "FUCKING LIONS!"
The scene fades away with Andrew chugging his glass of Vodka after a devastating Detroit Lions loss that day.
He sighs, "Eveeerry weeek." Andrew mutters to himself.
A beeping sound goes off next to Andrew Barnes. A red light flashes on his phone that is sitting on the couch next to him.
"Nope. I know I'm done." Andrew says to himself, he picks up his cellphone and chucks it against the wall, "FUCKING LIONS!"
The scene fades away with Andrew chugging his glass of Vodka after a devastating Detroit Lions loss that day.
