Post by Amadeus on Mar 15, 2021 15:26:24 GMT -5
I stood there looking at him without saying anything. It was a deep and slow breath as I was determined to show an air of calmness about myself. That’s always been an important thing that most people don’t understand. Open displays of emotions are a detriment during heated confrontations. You use your temper and you automatically lost the fight. It’s just the way things go.
He was about the same height but I had a few pounds on him and I don’t have the junk food gut that he has. If he turns this into a physical argument I’m going to destroy him both physically and mentally.
This guy reminds me of my upcoming opponent at Legacy; Logan Burgess.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you standing there.” His eyes darted away from mine as he spoke.
It was a calculated move as I waited to give a response. I wanted him to know that he’s in some serious trouble. Maybe he’d learn a lesson or two from this moment. If this guy was Logan would he take a moment of pause? Would Logan acknowledge his own mistakes?
“He’s really sorry.” His girlfriend or wife chimed in coming to his defense.
I never turned my attention away from his eyes. He’s cowering like a dog with it’s tail tucked.
I can envision Logan Burgess as he steps between those ropes having to look me in the eye. His eyes will tell me everything that I need to know. Does his gaze dart away simply because of my stare? Does his breath seem rapid as if a menacing terror sits upon his thoughts? Does his step come towards me or does it hesitate in place or worse; does he step back even a mere centimeter.
I’m a cold calculating person who anticipates everything around me. I’m made that way. I was built to notice these nuances. I’m the master of the ring. I’m the true artist of wrestling this business has always needed.
My attention is brought back into the moment as the man who accidentally bumped into me swallows hard and a bead of sweat forms on his forehead. It’s true that accidents such as this happen but that doesn’t mean we can’t learn an accidental lesson. I think this guy has learned his and Logan Burgess will learn one at Legacy.
I never utter a single word to the man as I step forward slightly. It’s a physical demonstration that I’m not afraid nor backing away. I methodically raise my hand and wave him off as his woman grasp his hand and tugs on it for them to leave.
He turns away with her and begins walking but makes his own fatal mistake; he looks back. In that moment he understands that he’s a coward and he’s not the same kind of man that I am. All of this without having to utter a single word. Now. Tonight he will struggle to sleep as he lays there wondering what his girl thinks of him. Does she question her own safety as her protector cowered away from confrontation? Does she lay there in bed thinking of me and what a real man actually seems to be?
Passerby's look upon me as if I’m a bad person. They look at me as the bully in this situation. I never uttered a word yet I’m in the wrong. I bask in that moment at my ability to manipulate people’s emotions so easily. I simply glare at them as I had done with the guy who ran away. Nobody contests the man standing on a sidewalk and I rejoice in that moment.
The Revolution camera man who witnessed the encounter hasn’t even begun rolling yet and he understands what’s coming. I give him a slight nod as he motions that he’ll start recording with the countdown of falling fingers.
Three
Two
One
“Logan Burgess I only need you to understand one simple thing about your upcoming opponent. I’m in Revolution for one reason and one reason only. It’s to give this industry, this business, a true glimpse of what a professional wrestler should look like. It’s not only his appearance but his words that he chooses.
I don’t need to tell you how I’m going to dominate our match. The how isn’t really important now is it? It’s just that I am. It’s like death and taxes as they say.
I don’t know anything about you. I haven’t seen you wrestle. I haven’t heard you speak. Trivial. Those things mean nothing. Here’s what I do know about Logan Burgess.
You’re nicknamed The Black Sheep; a self entitled moniker I’m sure.
However, it’s fitting for you. Because after Legacy and our match you’ll become known as The Black Sheep of wrestling. You won’t fit in with those men and women who haven’t been destroyed inside of that ring. Your fate is sealed and I’m the messenger that’s been sent.``
I allow my words to linger upon his thoughts as he will eventually watch this little promo of his opponent, Amadeus. The masked onslaught that he will face.
“Revolution ushers in a new Legacy and it’s a fitting name as it’ll be built by the ONLY true artist of this business. Welcome to the show.”
I raise my arms outward with my fist clenched tight. My veins popping in my arms, neck, and chest. It’s a physical moment of dominance that I feel needs to be portrayed. It needs to be understood by those who oppose me. I’m confident that message has been sent to my opponent, Logan Burgess.
“Your wife will be crying once again Logan and it won’t be pleas of calming your in ring style. Those tears that will fall down her cheeks will be in hopes that you’ll retire. She will cry tears of utter terror.
Do you really want to do this to her? I know I do.”
With that I say nothing else as I peer through the camera.
He was about the same height but I had a few pounds on him and I don’t have the junk food gut that he has. If he turns this into a physical argument I’m going to destroy him both physically and mentally.
This guy reminds me of my upcoming opponent at Legacy; Logan Burgess.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you standing there.” His eyes darted away from mine as he spoke.
It was a calculated move as I waited to give a response. I wanted him to know that he’s in some serious trouble. Maybe he’d learn a lesson or two from this moment. If this guy was Logan would he take a moment of pause? Would Logan acknowledge his own mistakes?
“He’s really sorry.” His girlfriend or wife chimed in coming to his defense.
I never turned my attention away from his eyes. He’s cowering like a dog with it’s tail tucked.
I can envision Logan Burgess as he steps between those ropes having to look me in the eye. His eyes will tell me everything that I need to know. Does his gaze dart away simply because of my stare? Does his breath seem rapid as if a menacing terror sits upon his thoughts? Does his step come towards me or does it hesitate in place or worse; does he step back even a mere centimeter.
I’m a cold calculating person who anticipates everything around me. I’m made that way. I was built to notice these nuances. I’m the master of the ring. I’m the true artist of wrestling this business has always needed.
My attention is brought back into the moment as the man who accidentally bumped into me swallows hard and a bead of sweat forms on his forehead. It’s true that accidents such as this happen but that doesn’t mean we can’t learn an accidental lesson. I think this guy has learned his and Logan Burgess will learn one at Legacy.
I never utter a single word to the man as I step forward slightly. It’s a physical demonstration that I’m not afraid nor backing away. I methodically raise my hand and wave him off as his woman grasp his hand and tugs on it for them to leave.
He turns away with her and begins walking but makes his own fatal mistake; he looks back. In that moment he understands that he’s a coward and he’s not the same kind of man that I am. All of this without having to utter a single word. Now. Tonight he will struggle to sleep as he lays there wondering what his girl thinks of him. Does she question her own safety as her protector cowered away from confrontation? Does she lay there in bed thinking of me and what a real man actually seems to be?
Passerby's look upon me as if I’m a bad person. They look at me as the bully in this situation. I never uttered a word yet I’m in the wrong. I bask in that moment at my ability to manipulate people’s emotions so easily. I simply glare at them as I had done with the guy who ran away. Nobody contests the man standing on a sidewalk and I rejoice in that moment.
The Revolution camera man who witnessed the encounter hasn’t even begun rolling yet and he understands what’s coming. I give him a slight nod as he motions that he’ll start recording with the countdown of falling fingers.
Three
Two
One
“Logan Burgess I only need you to understand one simple thing about your upcoming opponent. I’m in Revolution for one reason and one reason only. It’s to give this industry, this business, a true glimpse of what a professional wrestler should look like. It’s not only his appearance but his words that he chooses.
I don’t need to tell you how I’m going to dominate our match. The how isn’t really important now is it? It’s just that I am. It’s like death and taxes as they say.
I don’t know anything about you. I haven’t seen you wrestle. I haven’t heard you speak. Trivial. Those things mean nothing. Here’s what I do know about Logan Burgess.
You’re nicknamed The Black Sheep; a self entitled moniker I’m sure.
However, it’s fitting for you. Because after Legacy and our match you’ll become known as The Black Sheep of wrestling. You won’t fit in with those men and women who haven’t been destroyed inside of that ring. Your fate is sealed and I’m the messenger that’s been sent.``
I allow my words to linger upon his thoughts as he will eventually watch this little promo of his opponent, Amadeus. The masked onslaught that he will face.
“Revolution ushers in a new Legacy and it’s a fitting name as it’ll be built by the ONLY true artist of this business. Welcome to the show.”
I raise my arms outward with my fist clenched tight. My veins popping in my arms, neck, and chest. It’s a physical moment of dominance that I feel needs to be portrayed. It needs to be understood by those who oppose me. I’m confident that message has been sent to my opponent, Logan Burgess.
“Your wife will be crying once again Logan and it won’t be pleas of calming your in ring style. Those tears that will fall down her cheeks will be in hopes that you’ll retire. She will cry tears of utter terror.
Do you really want to do this to her? I know I do.”
With that I say nothing else as I peer through the camera.