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Storytime and Slinging Steel; Owens works out and tell a story
Topic Started: Sep 24 2017, 05:00 PM (66 Views)
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Do Your Worst,I've Heard All The Brokeback Cracks
Opening scene; Alexander Owens is sitting at the edge of press bench; the bar behind him is racked with four 45’s on each side. He is drenched in sweat and is toweling off as the camera pans in. Looking up, there’s something amiss in Owens’s eyes. Call it coldness, call it anger, call it emptiness; something is weighing on Owens and it’s not the 400+lbs of metal behind him.

Owens: I’ve got a little story you. There once was this lion, king of everything around him, huge and brawny; mane like haybale. He’s laying out, resting in the worst heat of the day; not wanting to move in such an oppressive heat. All the sudden his little lion cubs come over and start nibbling and pawing at him; looking to play. And what does he do? Nada. Bubkis.

Leaning over, Owens grabs a bottle of water. He takes a deep drink, with his brow clear of sweat and continues to speak.

Owens: Then his lioness, the queen of that big ole lion’s life, comes over and starts messing with him but still...nothing. Not a shudder or a twitch. Now the other animals, they see this and they get bold. Jackals and hyenas, usually so fearful of the lion, start creeping in, looking around that lion’s domain. They’re barking and laughing; nipping at him and trying to establish their dominance in that lion’s domain. Soo bold. Soo brave. Soo stupid.

Owens stands up and grab his things and starts walking, the camera following behind him.

Owens: Those jackals and hyenas, they just do stop. They don’t know when enough is enough and when it time to quiet then…*WHAM*...that lions gets up; moving like lightning and thunder and eats and beats the shit out of everyone and everything; breaking apart those jackals and hyenas and putting them in their place. And you know why? Cause every once and awhile, that lions has show them, show the whole world, who the hell he is. He has to remind them who the king of jungle is. Who runs the show.

Owens drops his stuff at squat rack and starts loading up each side with 5 weights each. Owens is serious bulk mode. He knows that in the coming battled his power is gonna be put to the test. His stamina is gonna be put to the test. But most of all his determination is going to be put to the test. He stands in front of the rack and looks directly into the camera, a stern and focused look in his face.

Owens: Stevenson; you're a bright star. A guy that gonna do big things around here. But no not your time. You need to get the stars out your eyes before you get your lights knocked out. Courage is virtue. But pride? It’s going to get you hurt and hurt bad. Not only are you going to be face off against me, the measuring stick of the PRW, but you're up against Bane, a man that dines on death and deal in the dangers. And more than that it’s gonna be in no-rule, just right elimination style match. You might shine bit in the end...you're gonna fall..hard.

Reachin down to his bag, Owens pulls out a bracers belt and put it around his waist. Shuffling around a bit more, he grab some gym chalk and pats a few puff into each hand.

Owens: As for you Inquisitor, Mr.Damien Dash, the OG giant of the PRW and one of the most respected and feared men in it annual of history? It gonna be joy crossing horns with you. I rarely come up against bigger men. I came into this world of wrestlers as the giant started to die off. I’m a big man in smaller man world. But you? You’re just the right kind of relic of the past for me to really flex some muscle against. Even with that in mind, I am doubtful of a few things. You’re were a great fighter but the question has to be looming; do you got the gas to go like you use to? Do you got the motor to keep up with the modern game? Cause I hate to tell you...this match; it’s gonna be a marathon...not a sprint. And you my friend are probably past your marathon days. No offense meant.

Walk back, Owens crouches down and gets under the bar. As he is testing his grip and preparing for a series of impressive lifts, he speaks some more.

And I guess that just leave the old X-champ, Mr.Violence and Mayhem and the Franchiser, Bane. Bane, you’ve always crack the best jokes. You’re a hell of talker. Always have been. You’re a hell of wrestler. Always have been. One of the toughest and meanest in this business. But that's not gonna save you. No offense to the other competitors but they’re not gonna distract me from putting a pin in this thing we’ve have brewing for a long time. You’ve got it figured that you’re the king of this jungle; that you can nip at me and encroach on me and mock me. I’m just here to warn you: enjoy the laughs. Enjoy that title. Come Bloodletting I’m gonna snatch you up in my jaws and remind you who the hell I am. I’m the top predator. I’m the bar of excellence. I’m the king of the jungle. And you? You're just gonna be left tucked tail and running when I unleash it my rage at Bloodletting. Now if you excuse me, I gotta put in some work.

As the camera fades away, Owens unhooks the bar and start firing off a slow but steady set five. The Brahma is on the prowl. The Last Outlaw is setting up for a ride? Question is: Who’s gonna stop him, if anyone can.
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