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Topic Started: Nov 6 2017, 10:11 PM (64 Views)
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MrBiscut
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Nov 6 2017, 10:11 PM
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Do Your Worst,I've Heard All The Brokeback Cracks
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[Bane comment on the weakness of the UD title picture since Alex LeBlanc won it, laid out an open invitation to legends(specifically aimed at LeBlanc,Nox and Aries) to shut him about their opinion on the “sellability” of guys like Bane,Owens,Mordrad etc. are not worthy anything,Bane consider Owens the closest thing he has to a friend in this business, considers me an equal, warns Owens that his pride will be his undoing and that he will break him at Christmas Carnage]
Walking in a cold but light Glasgow rain; Alexander Owens is decked up in a long cattle duster with a flannel shirt and dark blue jeans with a fresh looking pair of black work boots. His collar is turned up against the rain and wind. After a few moments he find refuge;getting under a little hunched overhang and pulling out his phone. Turning it on, he plays bits and piece of Bane’s most recent interview. Putting it away; he looks up and speaks.
Owens: I’m a little shocked right now. Amidst build up to what is sure to be the nastiest,goriest, and most personal of our battles John Bane, Mr.Badass/ Lone Wolf/ Hard Shelled Nutcase/Man of Violence, seemingly has a heartfelt and candid moment of human emotion. Not only does he seems to be in better head space; he almost slipped up and called me a friend. Yet in classic fashion he skirted say it in those exact term. But honestly I’m touched. Deeply and truly.
Ducking into and through the doorway behind him, Owens finds himself in a slow but pleasant looking pub. He removes his coat and finds a seat off to the side; only a few of the beady eyed regular paying him any mind. A waitress comes over and Owens orders a pint of WEST’s King Tut.
Owens: Bane’s words really honestly stuck with me. And it had me thinking? Is he right? Not just about me but about the state of affairs in PRW? I mean when it comes to his opinion on Ace Andrews as well as the UD title picture as of late...it’s been real weak compared to the past. Lots of transactional and blink and miss em runs. No one, aside from maybe Drive, added anything to that title aside from a few more notches and tarnish or two. And frankly...frankly that’s an issue. When I came into this place we had proud powerful champions at the top. Now? I hate to say it...but Bane’s is right. We’ve got nothing. Nada. A big dip of title picture. And it is a shame.
Owens’s drink gets delivered. He gives the waitress and slips here a 50, telling here to keep em coming as he drains em. Taking a deep drag, he continues to speak.
Owens: But that’s where your opinion stops mattering Bane. In a different world, at a different time perhaps you and I could “teamed up” and made a some change from top down; brought some prestige back to the top, silence the critics and end all the armchair pundits. But today and tomorrow and probably a lot of tomorrow's after that; it just not gonna happen. We, my cutthroat compadre and perennial foe, are set for strange tides and real deal warfare. And unlike what you think, it’s not pride that drive it me. It’s a feverish need to be the best.As the old loudmouth use to say “To be the man, you gotta beat the man.”
Taking another long pull from his beer, Owens breaths deep. This is the first,only, and probably last few moments of silence and slow paced action he’d have for awhile. He was going to enjoy it. And he was. Yet he still knew the business at hand and what he had to prepare for and be ready to handle.
Owens: Without a doubt when it comes to being the man that gonna put on the best show of the night; you’re it. When it comes down to always showing that this place, the PRW, is where you come to find the best talent in the world; guys like you, guys like me; we’re the beacon of hope. And that’s something that never will change. You see Bane, you want to be remembered as someone that doesn’t care. But you’ll never really be that. Just like no matter how far I get pushed, I’ll never stop pushing back. It’s a simple rule of physics. You hit me, I’ll hit you back. You try to break me, I’ll try to break you. Except I have something you don't’ Bane. Hope.
Owens hits the glass again, this time pulling hard till he finishes it off. Slamming the glass down, he glares at camera; right at Bane.
Owens: Hope might seem weak. It may be a little flicker of a thing. But like a flicker flame; it does take much to set off a pyre when the condition are right. I’m not afraid of you Bane. I’m not afraid of the pain, the suffering, or even losing. No...I’m not afraid of any of that. All that I’m afraid of it what I gonna have to do to you to get you saw two words that are not part of your vocab. Two words that are not part of mine. In light of that; I’m gonna need a few more of this. Something to numb the pain, numb the guilt. Dixie, my friend and sweet baby, I’m sorry for what I’m gonna do to your beau in four weeks. I’m sorry but I am not repentant. He wants this. He wants the destruction. That’s the only way he’ll stop. That the only way that men like us ever stop. Taking the glass in his hand, Owens squeezes it tight; it strain and screaming until it shatters in his clutch; drawing a little attention and gasp of surprise from those around him.
Owens: Absolute, total, complete, fully done and never forgettable destruction. See you around Bane but, and I mean this from the bottom of my heart, I am sad that I will only be for short time. Because come Dec 11th; I’ll be having a beer in remembrance of something else: the end of your career.
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