Post by BDC on Feb 9, 2009 6:11:40 GMT -4
Just like any other wrestling federation, APW is well known for it's emphasise regarding putting on high quality house shows. Not only do house shows generate revenue for the company, but it also gives wrestlers exposure, the chance to get rid of some ring rust, and also to try new things before doing it on live TV.
Tonight, APW is running a house show not far from where Overdrive will be held this week. There are a lot of new talent from the development side of APW on show, but there are a few established stars there as well – one of which being BDC. He's not scheduled to wrestle tonight, but he has expressed an interest in shooting an old school, in ring promo, and the powers that be have agreed.
He stand behind the curtains, waiting with nervous anticipation for his music to play. He can't quite understand why he feels nervous; after all, he's done this hundreds of times. Maybe it's purely down to ring rust. Maybe not. He slowly composes himself – he is a veteran of this industry after all.
His music plays and there's a loud boo from the fans. There's no pyro tonight – the extravagant entrances are reserved for the live show and PPV's, but it's still an awesome experience none the less. He slowly walks to the ring, smiling at the boos and jeers, and eventually reaches the ring. He slowly climbs the steps near the turnbuckle, walks along the edge of the ring, and climbs over the top rope. He climbs each turnbuckle in succession, raising his right arm high in the air each time. Knowing that timing is crucial, he allows the crowd a little more time to hurl abuse towards him, and then motions for a mic and does his thing.
BDC: Well, thank you for such a lovely reception!
The crowd boos louder, and a loud “YOU SUCK” chant starts. BDC laughs and shakes his head in pity.
BDC: You know what, I'd have thought that you stupid Yanks would have come up with something a little better than that by now. And they call ME old fashioned and dated!
Ok, ok, I get it already! You guys hate me, I hate you, blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda. So now that we've got that bullshit out of the way, I suggest you all shut your stupid little mouths and listen up, otherwise, there's the door – don't let it hit you in the ass on the way out!
You see, this is MY ring, and in MY ring I get to say and do whatever I fucking want, and there's nothing that you, or anyone else for that matter can do anything about it!
More boos.
BDC: Jesus H Christ! You're all flapping your gums out there as if I just took a shit on your sandwiches, but you really need a reality check and wake up and smell the homeless. I have been in this business for a VERY long time, and I have proven over and over again that there is NO ONE out there that can control me! Eric Bischoff couldn't control me when I was in WCW, Major Mike Chevelle couldn't control me in GCW, Vince couldn't control me in WWE – hell, even President Mac couldn't control me when I was in EWC, and I know for a fucking fact that Jeff and Max don't stand a fucking hope in hell of controlling me in APW, so the way I see it is that you 'tards have two choices. Deal with it, or kill yourselves. It's a simple option, and if you by some minor miracle choose option number two then I'll personally fork out for some rope, razor blades, pills or whatever your personal choice is!
The crowd go surprisingly quiet, not quite believing what they have heard.
BDC: Aww – did I hit a nerve? Did the Big Bad say something that hurt you all right in the feelings? I don't know, maybe I did go a little far there ey? Maybe I crossed the line and overstepped my boundaries with that one there? Maybe I should just stop this promo and leave? You know what, I'm sorry. I'll just go.
With that he walks towards the ropes and steps over the top rope but stops. He then steps back in, and walks to the middle of the ring.
BDC: Yeah right, like THAT was ever going to happen! You all need to get this into your heads right now – and that goes for everyone else that watches this industry. BDC is back, and this time he isn't going to bow down to peer pressure and change his gimmick and try to pretend that he's a nice guy!
The loathsome, arrogant and evil cunt that you all despised is back, and this time there is no holding back! When Karl died and Retribution Inc. split up, I was a broken man. I had lost everyone that I ever cared about, and I just wandered around, moping over how bad everything was, and how it wasn't fair. Well, I've snapped out of that self pity bullshit, and I'm now in the mood to cause as much mayhem, violence and pain that I can, because when I look back on it all, do you know what the one thing that made me stand out from the rest of the so called bad asses was?
It was because I honestly enjoyed hurting people and making their lives a living hell! It was my personal drug of choice, and now that I've got that spark back again, I can't fucking wait to start feeling that rush again! People said that what I have did in the past was bad, but trust me when I say that papa's got a brand new bag of tricks and schemes, and things are going to get VERY interesting around these parts!
When I realised that being a bit part player wasn't for me, I decided to leave EWC and start again. I scoured the world for a company that suited my needs, and when I heard the rumours that Max Carter was coming to APW, I just couldn't fucking resist! Out of all of the people that I've fucked over, Max was the one that was the most satisfying! He came onto the scene in EWC, full of bright and fresh ideas, and a dream of making Monday Night Brawl the best show in wrestling history ... and then I came along and fucked it all up! He thought he had the cream of the crop when it came to talent, and he had all of these big matches planned out, bless him. It was an amazing feeling as I watched his face as almost all of the biggest names on Brawl swore allegiance to me, and we went on a blaze of glory that destroyed everything that he had dreamed of.
Max Carter, you thought you were rid of me once and for all, but life's a bitch and then you die. I'm here to stay in APW, and now that me and Link have reformed, you should expect nothing short of hell on earth. Good times!
He pauses and paces back and forth for a while.
BDC: Now with all of that being said and done, I want to ... no, scratch that ... I NEED to bring some shit up that really needs to be said.
First off, Level One. Kid, you've come a long way since when I first met you, and fair play, you're one of the big boys now. Well, good for you little one! You seem to have earned your way to the top, and I applaud you for that. Enjoy it kiddo, because when the time is right, I'm going to make sure that by the time I've finished with you, you will NEVER want to, or be able to for that matter, lace up a pair of wrestling boots again! Do you know why you've been a success? I'll tell you why – it's because you've copied EVERYTHING I've ever done, and that is the ONLY reason why you are where you are today! You owe me EVERYTHING kid, and as a good mentor and father figure, I'm going to personally make sure that lickle Level One gets what he deserves, and I'm going to give you a good spanking! You live in my shadow day in and day out, and it must fucking kill you that I've come to your new playground and that I'm gunning for you, doesn't it kid, because even though we've only squared off against each other once properly, you somehow dodged a bullet and got the win in that tag match, even though EVERYONE knew that it was a load of bullshit! I had both you AND Chupa beat hands down, and I was conned, ONCE AGAIN by the management in a petty attempt to control me! We all know that the ref was paid off, and that the match was rigged, so when it comes to the day that you and I get to face each other one on one, I'm going to make sure that things are different this time! See you soon kid.
Now don't worry, I'm not going to go off on a rant about each and every single wrestler in APW. I know I'm their better, and I know – as do all of you – that I could climb into the ring with the “main man” Michael Lively and take the APW title from him WHENEVER I FUCKING WANTED TO! He is a pretender to the throne, and he is nothing but a fucking disgrace to professional wrestling! But hey, that day will come, and it will be sooner than anyone could imagine, so I'm just going to concentrate on my ... ahem ... opponent for this week, Rick Stevens.
So Ricky boy, I see we have yet another fucking joker on our hands here.
BDC sighs and shakes his head in disgust.
BDC: Now is it me, or do the majority of the locker room think that they are in some comedy club, as opposed to being pro wrestlers? No, seriously. Week in and week out, I see crazy ass promo shoots where they have silly little scenarios going on that have fuck all to do with wrestling, and they then decide towards the end to trash their opponents. Wow, awesome!
So let me get this straight. I get called old fashioned because I still cherish the art of a well put together old school promo – much like this one, and by the way – you're all welcome, but I digress, while twats like Stevens get called innovative and entertaining because they put together some random shit that wouldn't be out of place on Family Guy ... actually, scratch that. Family Guy is hilarious, Stevens is not. The point I'm trying to make is that while his promos are mildly entertaining – and I use the word mildly because I'm being kind, they are pointless, and quite frankly embarrassing.
I mean come on ... killing Asian servants .... pretending to have famous friends .... rambling about crap in a cafe or some shit ... what the fuck has that got to do with anything?
I've got to admit, I'm at a bit of a loss of what to say about this douche. He's obviously mentally unstable, and needs to be locked in a loony bin. He's also one half of the tag champs, which is even more fucking unbelievable! Ok ... it's kind of my fault, seeing as how I sent Bale off to do run some errands for me and all, but still ...
Look at me ... I'm being all unprofessional and shit, because I'm completely dismissing you as a threat or a challenge Stevens. Normally I'd say sorry, but I can't this time because, and trust me when I say this – you really AREN'T a challenge. Quite frankly, I'm kind of shocked that Max threw into the lion's den like this, because you are SO far out of your league on this one that I kind of actually feel a little sorry for you kiddo, I really do. I don't know what you've done to deserve this, but hey, that's life, and if you end up in traction due to Carter's shitty bookings then it's all on his head. I'm innocent in all of this, and when I wash your blood from my hands come Monday Night, I certainly won't be losing any sleep over what I'm going to do to you.
Now a lot of people make threats about what they are capable of doing, but if you've done your homework, you'll understand that BDC doesn't make threats, he makes promises. When you step into the ring to face me Rick, you aren't facing some punk ass rookie, or even some washed up has been. What you face is a ruthless, aggressive monster that will stop at NOTHING to get the job done. Don't believe me? Ask Max what I've done in the past, he'll tell you. Better still, ask his therapist ...
I have been a World champion in EVERY company that I've been in, and I have been through phases in my career where NO ONE wanted to face me ... not even people like Level One! It is only a matter of time until Max realises that he HAS to put me in the main events for the APW title, and you little man are simply a stepping stone on my journey.
He paces again, more agitated than ever.
BDC: I am going to fuck you up Stevens, and you know why? Because I can, and because there's nothing you can do about it! I am going to smash your face through this ring canvass, and it'll be for two reasons. One will be because I hate the fucking jokes that people like you keep on using in their promos, and also because when I do, people will know that the old BDC is back. I am going to shut your mouth once and for all, and your jaw will have to wired shut and you'll have to fed through an intervenes drip, you cocky little cunt! Oh how I'll enjoy listening to you squeal and beg as I put you through hell – especially when I see the look in your eyes when you finally get the fact that it'll all be in vain. You'll then know that everything I have said tonight is the truth, and that you are facing a soulless bastard that will never stop, never falter, and never regret ANYTHING.
At Overdrive there will be a beginning and an end. It will be the beginning of my resurrection, and it will be the end of Rick fucking Stevens, you have my word!
And before I go, I just want to send a little message to Streets Wilson.
Streets, don't you fucking DARE have the audacity to call me out again, do you fucking hear me punk? You bitch and moan that I beat you down a few weeks ago, but that's just the way it goes. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, so get over it and grow the fuck up! Do you think you're the first person to get a random ass kicking from me?
The old me would warn you not to do it again, but fuck that shit! You want me, you've got me, anytime, any fucking place! Hell, I'll even let you pick the stipulation! Better yet, I'll even let you bring Stevens along with you - providing he somehow survives Monday night, and I'll fight you both at the same time! You've picked a fight that you can't win this time Streets, and maybe this will teach you to know your place in the world! I can't wait to wrap my hands around your grubby little neck and choke the life out of you, and then watch the look in your partner's eyes as he hears your neck snap in my hands! Fuck you Streets!
Another person on my “I'm going to fuck you up” list is John Green! Green, you got me eliminated from the Survive and Conquer match, and that shit doesn't sit right with me. Watch your back Green, because the B Man is gunning for you, and it won't be a pretty sight when I'm finished with you.
See you soon kids.
With that, his music plays and he leaves the ring. The crowd are silent, in the realisation that the old BDC seems to really be back, and they know exactly what happened last time ...
Tonight, APW is running a house show not far from where Overdrive will be held this week. There are a lot of new talent from the development side of APW on show, but there are a few established stars there as well – one of which being BDC. He's not scheduled to wrestle tonight, but he has expressed an interest in shooting an old school, in ring promo, and the powers that be have agreed.
He stand behind the curtains, waiting with nervous anticipation for his music to play. He can't quite understand why he feels nervous; after all, he's done this hundreds of times. Maybe it's purely down to ring rust. Maybe not. He slowly composes himself – he is a veteran of this industry after all.
His music plays and there's a loud boo from the fans. There's no pyro tonight – the extravagant entrances are reserved for the live show and PPV's, but it's still an awesome experience none the less. He slowly walks to the ring, smiling at the boos and jeers, and eventually reaches the ring. He slowly climbs the steps near the turnbuckle, walks along the edge of the ring, and climbs over the top rope. He climbs each turnbuckle in succession, raising his right arm high in the air each time. Knowing that timing is crucial, he allows the crowd a little more time to hurl abuse towards him, and then motions for a mic and does his thing.
BDC: Well, thank you for such a lovely reception!
The crowd boos louder, and a loud “YOU SUCK” chant starts. BDC laughs and shakes his head in pity.
BDC: You know what, I'd have thought that you stupid Yanks would have come up with something a little better than that by now. And they call ME old fashioned and dated!
Ok, ok, I get it already! You guys hate me, I hate you, blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda. So now that we've got that bullshit out of the way, I suggest you all shut your stupid little mouths and listen up, otherwise, there's the door – don't let it hit you in the ass on the way out!
You see, this is MY ring, and in MY ring I get to say and do whatever I fucking want, and there's nothing that you, or anyone else for that matter can do anything about it!
More boos.
BDC: Jesus H Christ! You're all flapping your gums out there as if I just took a shit on your sandwiches, but you really need a reality check and wake up and smell the homeless. I have been in this business for a VERY long time, and I have proven over and over again that there is NO ONE out there that can control me! Eric Bischoff couldn't control me when I was in WCW, Major Mike Chevelle couldn't control me in GCW, Vince couldn't control me in WWE – hell, even President Mac couldn't control me when I was in EWC, and I know for a fucking fact that Jeff and Max don't stand a fucking hope in hell of controlling me in APW, so the way I see it is that you 'tards have two choices. Deal with it, or kill yourselves. It's a simple option, and if you by some minor miracle choose option number two then I'll personally fork out for some rope, razor blades, pills or whatever your personal choice is!
The crowd go surprisingly quiet, not quite believing what they have heard.
BDC: Aww – did I hit a nerve? Did the Big Bad say something that hurt you all right in the feelings? I don't know, maybe I did go a little far there ey? Maybe I crossed the line and overstepped my boundaries with that one there? Maybe I should just stop this promo and leave? You know what, I'm sorry. I'll just go.
With that he walks towards the ropes and steps over the top rope but stops. He then steps back in, and walks to the middle of the ring.
BDC: Yeah right, like THAT was ever going to happen! You all need to get this into your heads right now – and that goes for everyone else that watches this industry. BDC is back, and this time he isn't going to bow down to peer pressure and change his gimmick and try to pretend that he's a nice guy!
The loathsome, arrogant and evil cunt that you all despised is back, and this time there is no holding back! When Karl died and Retribution Inc. split up, I was a broken man. I had lost everyone that I ever cared about, and I just wandered around, moping over how bad everything was, and how it wasn't fair. Well, I've snapped out of that self pity bullshit, and I'm now in the mood to cause as much mayhem, violence and pain that I can, because when I look back on it all, do you know what the one thing that made me stand out from the rest of the so called bad asses was?
It was because I honestly enjoyed hurting people and making their lives a living hell! It was my personal drug of choice, and now that I've got that spark back again, I can't fucking wait to start feeling that rush again! People said that what I have did in the past was bad, but trust me when I say that papa's got a brand new bag of tricks and schemes, and things are going to get VERY interesting around these parts!
When I realised that being a bit part player wasn't for me, I decided to leave EWC and start again. I scoured the world for a company that suited my needs, and when I heard the rumours that Max Carter was coming to APW, I just couldn't fucking resist! Out of all of the people that I've fucked over, Max was the one that was the most satisfying! He came onto the scene in EWC, full of bright and fresh ideas, and a dream of making Monday Night Brawl the best show in wrestling history ... and then I came along and fucked it all up! He thought he had the cream of the crop when it came to talent, and he had all of these big matches planned out, bless him. It was an amazing feeling as I watched his face as almost all of the biggest names on Brawl swore allegiance to me, and we went on a blaze of glory that destroyed everything that he had dreamed of.
Max Carter, you thought you were rid of me once and for all, but life's a bitch and then you die. I'm here to stay in APW, and now that me and Link have reformed, you should expect nothing short of hell on earth. Good times!
He pauses and paces back and forth for a while.
BDC: Now with all of that being said and done, I want to ... no, scratch that ... I NEED to bring some shit up that really needs to be said.
First off, Level One. Kid, you've come a long way since when I first met you, and fair play, you're one of the big boys now. Well, good for you little one! You seem to have earned your way to the top, and I applaud you for that. Enjoy it kiddo, because when the time is right, I'm going to make sure that by the time I've finished with you, you will NEVER want to, or be able to for that matter, lace up a pair of wrestling boots again! Do you know why you've been a success? I'll tell you why – it's because you've copied EVERYTHING I've ever done, and that is the ONLY reason why you are where you are today! You owe me EVERYTHING kid, and as a good mentor and father figure, I'm going to personally make sure that lickle Level One gets what he deserves, and I'm going to give you a good spanking! You live in my shadow day in and day out, and it must fucking kill you that I've come to your new playground and that I'm gunning for you, doesn't it kid, because even though we've only squared off against each other once properly, you somehow dodged a bullet and got the win in that tag match, even though EVERYONE knew that it was a load of bullshit! I had both you AND Chupa beat hands down, and I was conned, ONCE AGAIN by the management in a petty attempt to control me! We all know that the ref was paid off, and that the match was rigged, so when it comes to the day that you and I get to face each other one on one, I'm going to make sure that things are different this time! See you soon kid.
Now don't worry, I'm not going to go off on a rant about each and every single wrestler in APW. I know I'm their better, and I know – as do all of you – that I could climb into the ring with the “main man” Michael Lively and take the APW title from him WHENEVER I FUCKING WANTED TO! He is a pretender to the throne, and he is nothing but a fucking disgrace to professional wrestling! But hey, that day will come, and it will be sooner than anyone could imagine, so I'm just going to concentrate on my ... ahem ... opponent for this week, Rick Stevens.
So Ricky boy, I see we have yet another fucking joker on our hands here.
BDC sighs and shakes his head in disgust.
BDC: Now is it me, or do the majority of the locker room think that they are in some comedy club, as opposed to being pro wrestlers? No, seriously. Week in and week out, I see crazy ass promo shoots where they have silly little scenarios going on that have fuck all to do with wrestling, and they then decide towards the end to trash their opponents. Wow, awesome!
So let me get this straight. I get called old fashioned because I still cherish the art of a well put together old school promo – much like this one, and by the way – you're all welcome, but I digress, while twats like Stevens get called innovative and entertaining because they put together some random shit that wouldn't be out of place on Family Guy ... actually, scratch that. Family Guy is hilarious, Stevens is not. The point I'm trying to make is that while his promos are mildly entertaining – and I use the word mildly because I'm being kind, they are pointless, and quite frankly embarrassing.
I mean come on ... killing Asian servants .... pretending to have famous friends .... rambling about crap in a cafe or some shit ... what the fuck has that got to do with anything?
I've got to admit, I'm at a bit of a loss of what to say about this douche. He's obviously mentally unstable, and needs to be locked in a loony bin. He's also one half of the tag champs, which is even more fucking unbelievable! Ok ... it's kind of my fault, seeing as how I sent Bale off to do run some errands for me and all, but still ...
Look at me ... I'm being all unprofessional and shit, because I'm completely dismissing you as a threat or a challenge Stevens. Normally I'd say sorry, but I can't this time because, and trust me when I say this – you really AREN'T a challenge. Quite frankly, I'm kind of shocked that Max threw into the lion's den like this, because you are SO far out of your league on this one that I kind of actually feel a little sorry for you kiddo, I really do. I don't know what you've done to deserve this, but hey, that's life, and if you end up in traction due to Carter's shitty bookings then it's all on his head. I'm innocent in all of this, and when I wash your blood from my hands come Monday Night, I certainly won't be losing any sleep over what I'm going to do to you.
Now a lot of people make threats about what they are capable of doing, but if you've done your homework, you'll understand that BDC doesn't make threats, he makes promises. When you step into the ring to face me Rick, you aren't facing some punk ass rookie, or even some washed up has been. What you face is a ruthless, aggressive monster that will stop at NOTHING to get the job done. Don't believe me? Ask Max what I've done in the past, he'll tell you. Better still, ask his therapist ...
I have been a World champion in EVERY company that I've been in, and I have been through phases in my career where NO ONE wanted to face me ... not even people like Level One! It is only a matter of time until Max realises that he HAS to put me in the main events for the APW title, and you little man are simply a stepping stone on my journey.
He paces again, more agitated than ever.
BDC: I am going to fuck you up Stevens, and you know why? Because I can, and because there's nothing you can do about it! I am going to smash your face through this ring canvass, and it'll be for two reasons. One will be because I hate the fucking jokes that people like you keep on using in their promos, and also because when I do, people will know that the old BDC is back. I am going to shut your mouth once and for all, and your jaw will have to wired shut and you'll have to fed through an intervenes drip, you cocky little cunt! Oh how I'll enjoy listening to you squeal and beg as I put you through hell – especially when I see the look in your eyes when you finally get the fact that it'll all be in vain. You'll then know that everything I have said tonight is the truth, and that you are facing a soulless bastard that will never stop, never falter, and never regret ANYTHING.
At Overdrive there will be a beginning and an end. It will be the beginning of my resurrection, and it will be the end of Rick fucking Stevens, you have my word!
And before I go, I just want to send a little message to Streets Wilson.
Streets, don't you fucking DARE have the audacity to call me out again, do you fucking hear me punk? You bitch and moan that I beat you down a few weeks ago, but that's just the way it goes. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, so get over it and grow the fuck up! Do you think you're the first person to get a random ass kicking from me?
The old me would warn you not to do it again, but fuck that shit! You want me, you've got me, anytime, any fucking place! Hell, I'll even let you pick the stipulation! Better yet, I'll even let you bring Stevens along with you - providing he somehow survives Monday night, and I'll fight you both at the same time! You've picked a fight that you can't win this time Streets, and maybe this will teach you to know your place in the world! I can't wait to wrap my hands around your grubby little neck and choke the life out of you, and then watch the look in your partner's eyes as he hears your neck snap in my hands! Fuck you Streets!
Another person on my “I'm going to fuck you up” list is John Green! Green, you got me eliminated from the Survive and Conquer match, and that shit doesn't sit right with me. Watch your back Green, because the B Man is gunning for you, and it won't be a pretty sight when I'm finished with you.
See you soon kids.
With that, his music plays and he leaves the ring. The crowd are silent, in the realisation that the old BDC seems to really be back, and they know exactly what happened last time ...
