Post by Brian Hollywood on Mar 10, 2014 2:59:27 GMT -4
Wow...I can honestly say that I'm not surprised to see that APW has asked me to come back for "one more match." It seems as if that term is greatly exaggerated these days. I mean, how many people have used those dreaded three words in the last five years alone? I won't bother in even trying to find out how much. I don't see how it even benefits me or my time. None the less, I'm here for "one more match" and I'm intrigued to find out my opponent. But then, of course, I find out who my opponent is. I can't say I was really all that thrilled about it.
Hopper Rose. Hopper who? This is the final curtain for APW and on the biggest stage and you give me a guy I don't even know? That isn't exactly the greatest thing for yours truly, Mr. Executive himself, Brian Hollywood. I mean, have we all truly forgotten what kind of man I am? Have we all truly forgotten what I did in the little time I was in APW? I'm really not all about history lessons...in fact, Id rather make history instead of repeating it to the ones who won't even pay any attention. But really....Hopper Rose?
You know, some of the things I've done in my time of APW may be frowned upon, but there's no denying that they were controversial. Perhaps that is why you merely think your "rewarding" me but placing me in this match. Hell, a match against Chris Madison would have been more appealing for yours truly. I can't tell you how many times I found myself against that "Madman." If you really want to hear puns, go find CJ Gates...I happen to know that guy hasn't really changed much. I'm sure he would love to entertain you in that department...
Whatever. Hipper, Hopper, whatever you call yourself, you will have no easy time against me at Rasslemania. I will embarrass you, humilate you on APW's biggest stage. I hope you don't feel too much anxiety or fear when you step in that ring with me. That is, of course, if you even bother to show up. I can't stress enough the direness of your situation. I don't care who you are or what you "may" have done in APW, at Rasslemania, your mine. At Rasslemania, I'm going to destroy any confidence you may think you have. That's the beautiful thing about confidence, Hopper, you won't have any when your face to face with Brian Hollywood.
You see, I'm no stranger when it comes to in ring intelligence. As a matter of a fact, I'm known to play mind games with my opponent. I'm known to manipulate them into fear...manipulate them into thinking they actually have a chance against me. Thing is, they never do. I'm sad to say that APW never got the chance to see how far I'd be willing to go. They merely got to see only a small part of me. A small part of what I can do. My reputation proceeds me. You can ask a lot of the people what I was capable of. If you wanted a really detailed report, go talk to CJ Gates. He knows all about what I'm capable of. It's too bad APW didn't get to see much of that side.
I may have only got one chance at a championship, but I got that shot in the short amount of time I was here. That should tell you the kind of impact I had on APW, Hopper. That's the kind of impact I'm going to make out of you when we step into that ring at Rasslemania against the other, Hopper. It's just a shame that your going to be remembered getting destroyed and decimated in the final APW show ever. I guess you could call it a curse and a blessing at the same time. You can see it either way, Hopper. Either way you look at it, it's going to be the same result. You losing to me inside that ring.
I only have one thing more to say to you Hopper. Cherish this moment. Cherish the moment you got to face a guy like me. I would say feel privilaged, but then again, don't. It's not every day you come across a strategist like myself. However...
On the OFF chance that you actually do defeat me, which is very little chance, I hope that you always remember it. This moment will never come for you again. In the off chance we actually meet again in the future, I'll make sure you pay for it dearly. Beating yours truly comes with a price. Payback. It always happens. I have always gotten even with every single one of my opponents in some fashion. I'm not saying that it will come down to that for you, but in the off chance you find yourself in that situation, I just want you to be aware of what will happen. You know, gives yourself a troubling situation should you ever think about going down that route. Yes, I know it's distracting for you, but I want to make sure you know the price of your confidence.
I've said it several times Hopper, I always play mind games. I know just putting that into your mind complicates your thinking process severely. I welcome you to attempt it, though, Hopper. If there is anything left of your focus, that is, when we do meet in that ring. I highly doubt it.
Rasslemania is the end for yours truly...at least in APW, that is. One more and the curtain falls. At Rasslemania, Hopper, your curtain falls....for good.
"Was it really that easy?" Hollywood says as the scene slowly comes into view. Hollywood is sitting on his motorcycle as he starts it up. He just got done putting in some extra hours at his office.
"It feels like it's been so long since I've attempted something stellar in that avenue." Hollywood props up the stand on his bike, which allows his motorcycle to rest when not in use, and revs it before taking off out of the parking garage. The garage was located right across the street from his business.
Hollywood started cruising down the busy streets of downtown LA. Several minutes passed as the traffic on the roads started to diminish in coverage. It wasn't long before Hollywood found himself coming up on his gigantic, yet very expensive, sized mansion. He turns and drives a little ways down his long stretched driveway. Hollywood comes up to the garage and parks his motorcycle as he turns it off and dismounds from it. He walks up to his front door and goes for his key. As he does, though, the door opens from the inside. Hollywood looks up and gasps and shakes his head.
"God damnit Niles. Why the fuck do you always have to do that?"
"You know me, I always have to give you a good scare."
"You never scare me Niles." Hollywood says as he shakes his head.
A couple moments passes when Niles gestures his hands oddly towards Hollywood.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
Niles starts to laugh.
"Are you going to come inside your house? Or are you just going to stand out there like an idiot all day?"
Hollywood glares at Niles as he finally walks in and closes the door behind him.
"Your an asshole." Hollywood says bluntly.
Both men start to walk down the long hallway as Niles starts to make small talk.
"So, what took you so long? I thought you were going to get home early today."
"Meh, I had some extra work to do." Hollywood starts to say. "I'm going to be gone the next couple weeks so I wanted to make sure I got ahead."
"Gone?" Niles asks puzzled. "May I inquire as to where?"
Hollywood simply smiles.
"I have some unfinished business to attend to." Hollywood replies.
Hollywood and Niles continue down the long hallway corridor as they walk into the kitchen. Niles sits down at the table as Hollywood goes for the fridge. He pulls out a couple bottles of Bud Light and hands one off to Niles. Hollywood pops the cap off and takes a drink as he sits across from Niles.
"You remember APW?" Hollywood asks.
Niles raises an eyebrow.
"Heh, you don't have to remind me about APW." Niles starts to say. "I'm actually quite surprised to hear brought up again. It's been awhile since you've ventured down that avenue."
Hollywood nods his head in agreement.
"Yes, it has. Well it just so happens, I have one final match there."
"Interesting." Niles replies as he pops open his beer and takes a drink from it. "So after all this time, why is APW on your list of things to do?"
Hollywood takes another drink of his Bud Light. He adjusts himself more comfortably in his chair.
"I thought I would humor myself with one more match." Hollywood begins to say. "I was offered a match and I thought, why not? It's the last APW show and you know you can't have one last show without Mr. Executive, Brian Hollywood!"
Niles laughs as he takes another drink of his beer.
"Well, I suppose you could use the match." Niles says. "God knows you've been under a lot of stress with the recent events of The Chair."
"Yea, I don't know whether to feel honored or insulted, though." Hollywood says rather irritated.
"Oh?" Niles replies intrigued.
"It's just, my opponent." Hollywood pauses briefly. "I've never heard of this Hopper Rose. That's who they gave me."
Niles nods his head slowly.
"Well, you know that you can't just take this guy lightly." Niles says. "Just because you've never heard of the guy doesn't mean you can't just go in there and think it's going to be a walk in the park."
Hollywood shrugs his shoulders a bit.
"I don't know, Niles. I mean, I was once in Hopper's position." Hollywood starts to say. "There wasn't much that was known about me either. My opponents did the same thing I'm doing right now. They discredited me. They called me a fraud. They thought I was just another glaze of icing. However, I'm going into this match with that knowledge."
Niles nods as he takes another sip of his Bud Light.
"See, I think that's the key." Niles replies. "I think the key is knowing that your opponents didn't know what you were capable of. You play mind games on people. That's what you do. You get them psychologically. That's how they underestimated you because you got them to drop your guard."
"So what are you saying?" Hollywood asks curiously.
"I'm saying that if you keep your guard up and go into the match with an open mind, you've got the edge."
"I see." Hollywood says as he finishes off his bottle of beer. "Well if there's one thing I know, is that I find it ironic how the roles are slightly reversed. I know my opponents would love to see me swallow my own words. However, I have something they all didn't have."
Hollywood points to his head as he smiles methodically. Niles nods his head as he enjoys the logic Hollywood is displaying. Niles cans off the rest of his Bud Light as he grabs both empty bottles and tosses them into the trash. Niles stands up and pats Hollywood on the back.
"Well, I'm going to take off." Niles says. "I can see you have some things to attend to as you get ready for this final match up."
"I'll give you a buzz as soon as I find some free time in between." Hollywood replies as he stands up from the table.
Hollywood and Niles leave the kitchen and head back down the long hallway corridor and back to the front door. Niles opens it and turns back towards Hollywood.
"Well, good luck my friend." Niles says excited. "I'll be pulling for you. Remember, always keep an open mind. Who am I kidding though? You already knew that!"
Hollywood smiles as Niles pats him on the shoulder. Niles turns back around and walks out and closes the door behind him. Hollywood turns back around and looks down the hallway for a few moments. He smiles once more before saying something out loud to himself.
"One more time. Rasslemania and APW will never forget the legacy that yours truly, Mr. Executive himself, Brian Hollywood, displayed and graced in the short time with the company. This may be the final APW match, but this is surely by far the end of my legacy. That, my friends, is an Executive.....Promise!"
Hopper Rose. Hopper who? This is the final curtain for APW and on the biggest stage and you give me a guy I don't even know? That isn't exactly the greatest thing for yours truly, Mr. Executive himself, Brian Hollywood. I mean, have we all truly forgotten what kind of man I am? Have we all truly forgotten what I did in the little time I was in APW? I'm really not all about history lessons...in fact, Id rather make history instead of repeating it to the ones who won't even pay any attention. But really....Hopper Rose?
You know, some of the things I've done in my time of APW may be frowned upon, but there's no denying that they were controversial. Perhaps that is why you merely think your "rewarding" me but placing me in this match. Hell, a match against Chris Madison would have been more appealing for yours truly. I can't tell you how many times I found myself against that "Madman." If you really want to hear puns, go find CJ Gates...I happen to know that guy hasn't really changed much. I'm sure he would love to entertain you in that department...
Whatever. Hipper, Hopper, whatever you call yourself, you will have no easy time against me at Rasslemania. I will embarrass you, humilate you on APW's biggest stage. I hope you don't feel too much anxiety or fear when you step in that ring with me. That is, of course, if you even bother to show up. I can't stress enough the direness of your situation. I don't care who you are or what you "may" have done in APW, at Rasslemania, your mine. At Rasslemania, I'm going to destroy any confidence you may think you have. That's the beautiful thing about confidence, Hopper, you won't have any when your face to face with Brian Hollywood.
You see, I'm no stranger when it comes to in ring intelligence. As a matter of a fact, I'm known to play mind games with my opponent. I'm known to manipulate them into fear...manipulate them into thinking they actually have a chance against me. Thing is, they never do. I'm sad to say that APW never got the chance to see how far I'd be willing to go. They merely got to see only a small part of me. A small part of what I can do. My reputation proceeds me. You can ask a lot of the people what I was capable of. If you wanted a really detailed report, go talk to CJ Gates. He knows all about what I'm capable of. It's too bad APW didn't get to see much of that side.
I may have only got one chance at a championship, but I got that shot in the short amount of time I was here. That should tell you the kind of impact I had on APW, Hopper. That's the kind of impact I'm going to make out of you when we step into that ring at Rasslemania against the other, Hopper. It's just a shame that your going to be remembered getting destroyed and decimated in the final APW show ever. I guess you could call it a curse and a blessing at the same time. You can see it either way, Hopper. Either way you look at it, it's going to be the same result. You losing to me inside that ring.
I only have one thing more to say to you Hopper. Cherish this moment. Cherish the moment you got to face a guy like me. I would say feel privilaged, but then again, don't. It's not every day you come across a strategist like myself. However...
On the OFF chance that you actually do defeat me, which is very little chance, I hope that you always remember it. This moment will never come for you again. In the off chance we actually meet again in the future, I'll make sure you pay for it dearly. Beating yours truly comes with a price. Payback. It always happens. I have always gotten even with every single one of my opponents in some fashion. I'm not saying that it will come down to that for you, but in the off chance you find yourself in that situation, I just want you to be aware of what will happen. You know, gives yourself a troubling situation should you ever think about going down that route. Yes, I know it's distracting for you, but I want to make sure you know the price of your confidence.
I've said it several times Hopper, I always play mind games. I know just putting that into your mind complicates your thinking process severely. I welcome you to attempt it, though, Hopper. If there is anything left of your focus, that is, when we do meet in that ring. I highly doubt it.
Rasslemania is the end for yours truly...at least in APW, that is. One more and the curtain falls. At Rasslemania, Hopper, your curtain falls....for good.
===========================
"Was it really that easy?" Hollywood says as the scene slowly comes into view. Hollywood is sitting on his motorcycle as he starts it up. He just got done putting in some extra hours at his office.
"It feels like it's been so long since I've attempted something stellar in that avenue." Hollywood props up the stand on his bike, which allows his motorcycle to rest when not in use, and revs it before taking off out of the parking garage. The garage was located right across the street from his business.
Hollywood started cruising down the busy streets of downtown LA. Several minutes passed as the traffic on the roads started to diminish in coverage. It wasn't long before Hollywood found himself coming up on his gigantic, yet very expensive, sized mansion. He turns and drives a little ways down his long stretched driveway. Hollywood comes up to the garage and parks his motorcycle as he turns it off and dismounds from it. He walks up to his front door and goes for his key. As he does, though, the door opens from the inside. Hollywood looks up and gasps and shakes his head.
"God damnit Niles. Why the fuck do you always have to do that?"
"You know me, I always have to give you a good scare."
"You never scare me Niles." Hollywood says as he shakes his head.
A couple moments passes when Niles gestures his hands oddly towards Hollywood.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
Niles starts to laugh.
"Are you going to come inside your house? Or are you just going to stand out there like an idiot all day?"
Hollywood glares at Niles as he finally walks in and closes the door behind him.
"Your an asshole." Hollywood says bluntly.
Both men start to walk down the long hallway as Niles starts to make small talk.
"So, what took you so long? I thought you were going to get home early today."
"Meh, I had some extra work to do." Hollywood starts to say. "I'm going to be gone the next couple weeks so I wanted to make sure I got ahead."
"Gone?" Niles asks puzzled. "May I inquire as to where?"
Hollywood simply smiles.
"I have some unfinished business to attend to." Hollywood replies.
Hollywood and Niles continue down the long hallway corridor as they walk into the kitchen. Niles sits down at the table as Hollywood goes for the fridge. He pulls out a couple bottles of Bud Light and hands one off to Niles. Hollywood pops the cap off and takes a drink as he sits across from Niles.
"You remember APW?" Hollywood asks.
Niles raises an eyebrow.
"Heh, you don't have to remind me about APW." Niles starts to say. "I'm actually quite surprised to hear brought up again. It's been awhile since you've ventured down that avenue."
Hollywood nods his head in agreement.
"Yes, it has. Well it just so happens, I have one final match there."
"Interesting." Niles replies as he pops open his beer and takes a drink from it. "So after all this time, why is APW on your list of things to do?"
Hollywood takes another drink of his Bud Light. He adjusts himself more comfortably in his chair.
"I thought I would humor myself with one more match." Hollywood begins to say. "I was offered a match and I thought, why not? It's the last APW show and you know you can't have one last show without Mr. Executive, Brian Hollywood!"
Niles laughs as he takes another drink of his beer.
"Well, I suppose you could use the match." Niles says. "God knows you've been under a lot of stress with the recent events of The Chair."
"Yea, I don't know whether to feel honored or insulted, though." Hollywood says rather irritated.
"Oh?" Niles replies intrigued.
"It's just, my opponent." Hollywood pauses briefly. "I've never heard of this Hopper Rose. That's who they gave me."
Niles nods his head slowly.
"Well, you know that you can't just take this guy lightly." Niles says. "Just because you've never heard of the guy doesn't mean you can't just go in there and think it's going to be a walk in the park."
Hollywood shrugs his shoulders a bit.
"I don't know, Niles. I mean, I was once in Hopper's position." Hollywood starts to say. "There wasn't much that was known about me either. My opponents did the same thing I'm doing right now. They discredited me. They called me a fraud. They thought I was just another glaze of icing. However, I'm going into this match with that knowledge."
Niles nods as he takes another sip of his Bud Light.
"See, I think that's the key." Niles replies. "I think the key is knowing that your opponents didn't know what you were capable of. You play mind games on people. That's what you do. You get them psychologically. That's how they underestimated you because you got them to drop your guard."
"So what are you saying?" Hollywood asks curiously.
"I'm saying that if you keep your guard up and go into the match with an open mind, you've got the edge."
"I see." Hollywood says as he finishes off his bottle of beer. "Well if there's one thing I know, is that I find it ironic how the roles are slightly reversed. I know my opponents would love to see me swallow my own words. However, I have something they all didn't have."
Hollywood points to his head as he smiles methodically. Niles nods his head as he enjoys the logic Hollywood is displaying. Niles cans off the rest of his Bud Light as he grabs both empty bottles and tosses them into the trash. Niles stands up and pats Hollywood on the back.
"Well, I'm going to take off." Niles says. "I can see you have some things to attend to as you get ready for this final match up."
"I'll give you a buzz as soon as I find some free time in between." Hollywood replies as he stands up from the table.
Hollywood and Niles leave the kitchen and head back down the long hallway corridor and back to the front door. Niles opens it and turns back towards Hollywood.
"Well, good luck my friend." Niles says excited. "I'll be pulling for you. Remember, always keep an open mind. Who am I kidding though? You already knew that!"
Hollywood smiles as Niles pats him on the shoulder. Niles turns back around and walks out and closes the door behind him. Hollywood turns back around and looks down the hallway for a few moments. He smiles once more before saying something out loud to himself.
"One more time. Rasslemania and APW will never forget the legacy that yours truly, Mr. Executive himself, Brian Hollywood, displayed and graced in the short time with the company. This may be the final APW match, but this is surely by far the end of my legacy. That, my friends, is an Executive.....Promise!"
