Post by Andrew Savage on Jun 19, 2012 11:36:28 GMT -6
We open in Andrew Savage’s loft apartment; the once wonderful looking apartment now looks ransacked. The cabinet that once held Savage’s replica MMA championship is lying on its side and looks to be smashed and broke, the sofa has been flipped and the kitchen in an equal mess. The large flat screen television is playing nothing but static, in the upper corner the word “mute.” Looking around it almost seems as if the apartment was robbed, but sitting in the corner with a smug arrogant smile on his face is none other than Andrew Savage. Andrew is shirtless, he is in cargo shorts, and he is holding the MMA Championship. He seems almost mesmerized by the shine of the championship, and for a spit second he looks up but his eyes continue to be drawn to the championship.
Savage: "Max Douglas at Hell Frozen Over your facing me in my Return to USPW, Max I hope your ready for a fight unlike any thing you have ever been in."
Andrew’s smile fades, his eye contact still on the championship, his breathing seems to pick up pace slightly almost as if he is starting to get upset.
Savage: " It has been said that I lack something and that my swagger isn’t the same as it once was. Funny really, before these last few weeks I would have disagree, and yet here I sit on the outside looking in on all the fun. Phantom was crowned Champion, taking his rightful stop at the tip of the mountain, nipping at Max Prophet’s heels like a rabid animal. All the while I am forced to play spectator to the events to come, am I missing something? Is my swagger missing? Did I lose a piece of me along the way? The once hungry dog is now a tired old mutt begging for the left over scraps."
With a quick burst of anger Andrew tosses the MMA Championship across the room, the sound of it crashing into something then coming to rest on the floor can be heard. The angry facial expression Andrew made fades quickly almost as if he is trying to clam himself down, with a quick deep breath he continues.
Savage: " Night in and night out the masses flock to a USPW arena, webcast, or news site to see what is going to happen next, they cheer as loud as they humanly can for there Favorites damn near breaking the sound barrier. All the while I slide into the ring and let victory slip between my fingers, I ask again is something missing? I have face men like him dozens of times before, I have put him in his place, yet the last two times he has placed me on my back and managed to capture victory. I ask again, did I lose a piece of me along the way?"
Andrew cracks a smile, a weird twisted version of his trademark arrogant smile; he then begins to let out an uncontrollable laugh. What almost feels like an eternity passes in seconds and Andrew slows his laugher into silence.
Savage: " I have been the hero for so long, kicking asses and taking names, now I am in the shadows while the new generation takes a hold of the torch and runs with it. The USPW’s newest heroes are Max Douglas and still Max Prophet, fame has seemed to have had its prices. My fans loyal like no other, cheering the roof off night in and night out, yet I fail to grasp their use to me. I have been thinking, reflecting on my career, asking myself what else does Andrew Savage have to offer, is it my time to call it quits? Then I realize the truth, it’s not my time to retire, it isn’t time to run away like the so-called great men before me. It’s my time to take what is rightfully mine, which still is losted."
Andrew pauses quickly and spits on the ground.
Savage: " Confidence or arrogance, a question that millions have asked since my career began. I have spent this career pleasing the fans, risking my body for their amusement, and in return I have received nothing but heartache and sorrow. To the masses, the millions, I say this... Kiss my ass; I’ve done it for nothing. You can take your heartless cheers and choke on them, I am through with you. All you’ve managed to do is drain me of my passion, take everything I’ve had given for granted, you people are nothing more than a leech sucking away my life. I am tired of you people, and to be honest I rather die than have your pathetic cheers, and now I take what rightfully belongs to me, all the while destroying those who wish to keep it from me."
Andrew’s eyes light up with his final words, his smile creeps across his face once again, and he begins to rise from the floor coming to full stand. He looks around his apartment, such destruction, such anger, he clenches his fists together.
Savage: " I bet at this very moment you have a smug little look on your face, and that you’re ready to preach to your worthless fans about how you were right, and how you’ve finally defeated me. You seem to be one lucky son of a bitch Max Douglas, but soon that lucky charm is going to break and you’ll be left plummeting to the ground. I am not going to make excuses for Hell Frozen Over, or my performance as of late, you see it would be too easy to blame it on the flu, or the poor working conditions. So simply put Max, your Luck is going to Run out."
Andrew pauses, he begins to slowly make his way around the rubble of his belongings, and he makes his way over to where the MMA Championship laid to rest when he threw it across the room. Looking down at the championship he begins to speak softly again.
Savage: " Face it Max your just there, sure you’ve improved, sure you’ve managed to pull off a few victories as of late, and sure you’re soaking up the spotlight and attention. But I ask you this Max, what makes you any different than any other fan favorite puppet on this roster? You are just another performing monkey for the likes of the parasites that pay to see you; there isn’t anything The Idol would do for the blood sucking fans. Don’t deny it Idol, your actions speak volumes, you are simply a mere puppet in their weekly enjoyment, and when you grow stale they will toss you aside and grip onto someone fresh and new."
Andrew knee’s his eyes still fixed on the MMA Championship; he lets out a chuckle as he begins to rise to his feet once again, this time snapping his head up making direct eye contact with the camera.
Savage: " I have to ask Max, how does it feel to be nothing more than a chew toy for the masses, you’re a fresh new toy ‘fire trick’ and when they feel your color has fade you’ll be placed into the junk pile, sent to a bargain bin for someone else’s amusement. I hope I painted a pretty picture of your career Douglas, I hope you open your eyes and realize you are not in control, not until you remove your restraints and begin to push back. "
Andrew turns away from the championship, almost as if his attention has been taken away from the past and now onto the mess elsewhere. He begins to slowly walk through his apartment, surveying the damages piece by piece, after a few moments he comes to a halt and focuses once more on the camera.
Savage: " There are a million things that can be said about you Max Douglas, a million more to be said about your family as well. So Max Douglas are you ready to steal the Show and try to get a Victory."
Andrew cracks a slight grin.
Savage: " A victory which won’t be as easy as one might figure, you see Max I want one thing here on out for people like you to suffer. I want the public heroes to beg and scream, I will pick you apart piece by piece until you view the misery as I do. I want you to consider retirement when I am finished with you, limb by limb; I will strip your very soul. To me this is simply a game Max, you failed your in life, you’ve failed your family and to be honest it is time for you to be punished for that failure."
Andrew’s grin turns into a full fledge smile, he even contributes an arrogant chuckle. He stretches slightly, then begins to rub his left hand on his jaw line, as the seconds pass he lets the chuckle fade but the smile almost remains a permanent fixture.
Savage: " Call it cat and mouse if you wish, I am more than willing to wait, I am even more willing to draw your suffering and destruction out as long as humanly possible. You are one of the new guiding lights here; you have ascended into the light, a so-called force to be reckoned with. Yet you are nothing more than a little boy in a man’s world, trust me Max Douglas you will wish you turned tail and ran, because when I am finished with you, you’ll wish some one would come to your rescue."
There is almost a look of madness in Andrew Savage’s eyes, his words seem believable. He then begins pacing like a rabid caged animal, left to right, rubbing his hands together.
Savage: " So at Hell Frozen Over Max Douglas will be the first of many to fall at my feet, Max Douglas bring your A game for Hell Frozen Over.
A sick smile creeps across Andrew’s face, still pacing, his eyes fixed solely on the camera.
Savage: " This week you face Me, who wishs nothing more than to harm you, to tear you apart and to expose the cold hard truth of the newly crowned hero. How many times have you been beatten Max? I am going to expose your weakness, I am going to pick it apart like it was a turkey carcass at a thanksgiving dinner, and then I am going to bend and break your spirit. Max you are a cancer in USPW and i'm going to remove it."
Suddenly Andrew Savage come to a standstill, he is now breathing heavy, eyes fixated on the camera. He seems angry, lost in almost madness, yet he seems fully aware.
Savage: " You are a succubus who needs to be put into your place, and you will soon understand everything Max. While you spent your early career running around doing whatever you were doing, I was building the Wrestling Business from the ground up, while you were debating on joining these ranks, I am Carrying the Wrestling Business to what it is today. You see Max Douglas I'v been around longer then USPW has been around I'm not some rookie I'm a vet in the Wrestling Business but i'm a Rookie in USPW for the fact that i'v only been in this place for a few weeks.
The camera feed cuts and shows nothing but static before fading to black.
Savage: "Max Douglas at Hell Frozen Over your facing me in my Return to USPW, Max I hope your ready for a fight unlike any thing you have ever been in."
Andrew’s smile fades, his eye contact still on the championship, his breathing seems to pick up pace slightly almost as if he is starting to get upset.
Savage: " It has been said that I lack something and that my swagger isn’t the same as it once was. Funny really, before these last few weeks I would have disagree, and yet here I sit on the outside looking in on all the fun. Phantom was crowned Champion, taking his rightful stop at the tip of the mountain, nipping at Max Prophet’s heels like a rabid animal. All the while I am forced to play spectator to the events to come, am I missing something? Is my swagger missing? Did I lose a piece of me along the way? The once hungry dog is now a tired old mutt begging for the left over scraps."
With a quick burst of anger Andrew tosses the MMA Championship across the room, the sound of it crashing into something then coming to rest on the floor can be heard. The angry facial expression Andrew made fades quickly almost as if he is trying to clam himself down, with a quick deep breath he continues.
Savage: " Night in and night out the masses flock to a USPW arena, webcast, or news site to see what is going to happen next, they cheer as loud as they humanly can for there Favorites damn near breaking the sound barrier. All the while I slide into the ring and let victory slip between my fingers, I ask again is something missing? I have face men like him dozens of times before, I have put him in his place, yet the last two times he has placed me on my back and managed to capture victory. I ask again, did I lose a piece of me along the way?"
Andrew cracks a smile, a weird twisted version of his trademark arrogant smile; he then begins to let out an uncontrollable laugh. What almost feels like an eternity passes in seconds and Andrew slows his laugher into silence.
Savage: " I have been the hero for so long, kicking asses and taking names, now I am in the shadows while the new generation takes a hold of the torch and runs with it. The USPW’s newest heroes are Max Douglas and still Max Prophet, fame has seemed to have had its prices. My fans loyal like no other, cheering the roof off night in and night out, yet I fail to grasp their use to me. I have been thinking, reflecting on my career, asking myself what else does Andrew Savage have to offer, is it my time to call it quits? Then I realize the truth, it’s not my time to retire, it isn’t time to run away like the so-called great men before me. It’s my time to take what is rightfully mine, which still is losted."
Andrew pauses quickly and spits on the ground.
Savage: " Confidence or arrogance, a question that millions have asked since my career began. I have spent this career pleasing the fans, risking my body for their amusement, and in return I have received nothing but heartache and sorrow. To the masses, the millions, I say this... Kiss my ass; I’ve done it for nothing. You can take your heartless cheers and choke on them, I am through with you. All you’ve managed to do is drain me of my passion, take everything I’ve had given for granted, you people are nothing more than a leech sucking away my life. I am tired of you people, and to be honest I rather die than have your pathetic cheers, and now I take what rightfully belongs to me, all the while destroying those who wish to keep it from me."
Andrew’s eyes light up with his final words, his smile creeps across his face once again, and he begins to rise from the floor coming to full stand. He looks around his apartment, such destruction, such anger, he clenches his fists together.
Savage: " I bet at this very moment you have a smug little look on your face, and that you’re ready to preach to your worthless fans about how you were right, and how you’ve finally defeated me. You seem to be one lucky son of a bitch Max Douglas, but soon that lucky charm is going to break and you’ll be left plummeting to the ground. I am not going to make excuses for Hell Frozen Over, or my performance as of late, you see it would be too easy to blame it on the flu, or the poor working conditions. So simply put Max, your Luck is going to Run out."
Andrew pauses, he begins to slowly make his way around the rubble of his belongings, and he makes his way over to where the MMA Championship laid to rest when he threw it across the room. Looking down at the championship he begins to speak softly again.
Savage: " Face it Max your just there, sure you’ve improved, sure you’ve managed to pull off a few victories as of late, and sure you’re soaking up the spotlight and attention. But I ask you this Max, what makes you any different than any other fan favorite puppet on this roster? You are just another performing monkey for the likes of the parasites that pay to see you; there isn’t anything The Idol would do for the blood sucking fans. Don’t deny it Idol, your actions speak volumes, you are simply a mere puppet in their weekly enjoyment, and when you grow stale they will toss you aside and grip onto someone fresh and new."
Andrew knee’s his eyes still fixed on the MMA Championship; he lets out a chuckle as he begins to rise to his feet once again, this time snapping his head up making direct eye contact with the camera.
Savage: " I have to ask Max, how does it feel to be nothing more than a chew toy for the masses, you’re a fresh new toy ‘fire trick’ and when they feel your color has fade you’ll be placed into the junk pile, sent to a bargain bin for someone else’s amusement. I hope I painted a pretty picture of your career Douglas, I hope you open your eyes and realize you are not in control, not until you remove your restraints and begin to push back. "
Andrew turns away from the championship, almost as if his attention has been taken away from the past and now onto the mess elsewhere. He begins to slowly walk through his apartment, surveying the damages piece by piece, after a few moments he comes to a halt and focuses once more on the camera.
Savage: " There are a million things that can be said about you Max Douglas, a million more to be said about your family as well. So Max Douglas are you ready to steal the Show and try to get a Victory."
Andrew cracks a slight grin.
Savage: " A victory which won’t be as easy as one might figure, you see Max I want one thing here on out for people like you to suffer. I want the public heroes to beg and scream, I will pick you apart piece by piece until you view the misery as I do. I want you to consider retirement when I am finished with you, limb by limb; I will strip your very soul. To me this is simply a game Max, you failed your in life, you’ve failed your family and to be honest it is time for you to be punished for that failure."
Andrew’s grin turns into a full fledge smile, he even contributes an arrogant chuckle. He stretches slightly, then begins to rub his left hand on his jaw line, as the seconds pass he lets the chuckle fade but the smile almost remains a permanent fixture.
Savage: " Call it cat and mouse if you wish, I am more than willing to wait, I am even more willing to draw your suffering and destruction out as long as humanly possible. You are one of the new guiding lights here; you have ascended into the light, a so-called force to be reckoned with. Yet you are nothing more than a little boy in a man’s world, trust me Max Douglas you will wish you turned tail and ran, because when I am finished with you, you’ll wish some one would come to your rescue."
There is almost a look of madness in Andrew Savage’s eyes, his words seem believable. He then begins pacing like a rabid caged animal, left to right, rubbing his hands together.
Savage: " So at Hell Frozen Over Max Douglas will be the first of many to fall at my feet, Max Douglas bring your A game for Hell Frozen Over.
A sick smile creeps across Andrew’s face, still pacing, his eyes fixed solely on the camera.
Savage: " This week you face Me, who wishs nothing more than to harm you, to tear you apart and to expose the cold hard truth of the newly crowned hero. How many times have you been beatten Max? I am going to expose your weakness, I am going to pick it apart like it was a turkey carcass at a thanksgiving dinner, and then I am going to bend and break your spirit. Max you are a cancer in USPW and i'm going to remove it."
Suddenly Andrew Savage come to a standstill, he is now breathing heavy, eyes fixated on the camera. He seems angry, lost in almost madness, yet he seems fully aware.
Savage: " You are a succubus who needs to be put into your place, and you will soon understand everything Max. While you spent your early career running around doing whatever you were doing, I was building the Wrestling Business from the ground up, while you were debating on joining these ranks, I am Carrying the Wrestling Business to what it is today. You see Max Douglas I'v been around longer then USPW has been around I'm not some rookie I'm a vet in the Wrestling Business but i'm a Rookie in USPW for the fact that i'v only been in this place for a few weeks.
The camera feed cuts and shows nothing but static before fading to black.
