WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
No, it’s not the sound of Loose Cannon beating his meat but instead something worst, much worst to be exact. We open up where we immediately catch view of a black man with a large fro being whipped. The dark flesh on his back being separated with each cracking that the leather whip leaves on his soon to be brown remains. After each whip, the black man clinches his eyes shut feeling the surge of pain course through his body with each and every lashing in which he takes.
With that seen and most likely offensive to some, the cameraman starts pulling back to where we see the recent returnee in Drew Stevenson standing there in plain sight. He stands in front of the lashing that takes place and the camera focuses mainly on him but this brutal racism does continue to take place right behind him but since it’s in the back, it is blurry and out of focus basically. Anyway, Drew stands there with this huge grin stretched across his face that runs from ear to ear. Every sign of arrogance seen on his face and he seems to be doing that on purpose but regardless, after the waiting, after the long and drawn out pause, he clears his throat beginning to speak. This being his first match up here in a very long time and he looks to start shutting certain people up since they can’t seem to just get past that situation that happened here on his last tenure.
‘’When you least expected for it to happen, I return as everybody already knew but nobody ever saw me coming back as a full-time competitor. Well, surprise, I have returned.’�?/FONT>
This very maniacal smile was seen on his face, kind of like the way that Jack Nicholson smiled when he played the Joker in the first Batman movie. Everybody here but a select few knew what Drew was truly capable of but that was all going to change because he was back, he was completely fired up and he was ready to start his spree of domination here in W2K. As that very maniacal smile faded away, he continued to stare right at the camera that was positioned in front of him. It wasn’t long at all before he started speaking again, everything coming together just as he hoped that it would.
‘’It’s funny because in my huge return match, I have to face some jack off in Loose Cannon. Now, what in the hell is a Loose Cannon?’�?/FONT>
He just shrugged his shoulders, the look of confusement or that of being dumbfounded etched onto his face. He remained standing there and just kept on speaking letting his every thought be expressed to the people.
‘’Is it some sort of dangling penis? Is it a worst case of erectile dysfunction? Whatever it is, it isn’t enough to help put you over me. You can be left in the seventies; you can be one hell of a dancer but listen up chocolate ice. The disco ball won’t be there for you to use in this thing, it will be just you and I across from each other. This is no dance off, this is no karaoke contest, this is a wrestling match and in that ring? I am the master and you are my slave and you would be best off to remember that than to try speaking out against me because let me warn you now. You see that guy behind me Cannon?’�?/FONT>
Drew stretched out his index finger on his left hand and pointed back at the black man who was still getting beaten and lashed. You could vaguely hear his screams as a large piece of cloth was shoved deep down into his mouth but when you looked at his back, you could see that chunks of his meat were just hanging there as if it was raw hamburger meat. It was very nasty but it definitely got his point across of Cannon not speaking out against him or well, we hoped so anyway. A lot of people in the past would constantly try testing Drew because in their opinions, he was overrated. They felt that they could just walk over him and beat him easily but that was all going to change when Meltdown rolled around this week and every one of those doubters ate their words. He knew that, several others truly knew that despite the fact that they would deny it but regardless, Drew decided to start speaking again as he broke the silence and let his thoughts run wild again.
‘’He is just like you. He has the huge afro, he is a Negro and he is a minority who thinks that since slavery happened to his people that he should get everything handed to him on a silver platter. It is bullshit, if you want shit in this industry then you earn it, you don’t try playing the race card in hopes that it scares the owners in handing you everything and while you haven’t played that card yet, you will one day and I can just feel it. I can just feel you actually cutting off that chop socky chook fro and FINALLY getting out of the seventies but let me tell you kid, this damn sure isn’t some moving on up story. You aren’t the Jefferson’s and upon facing me? Your ass ONLY goes down, not up.’�?/FONT>
Upon pausing, the look on his face is that of a very determined one. He knows that he has to go out there and redeem himself in that ring in front of the W2K fans and peers and that is what he has every intention on doing this week on Meltdown and at the expense of Loose Cannon. As the seconds went by and Drew stood there in very deep thought, he took in a very deep breath gathering his thoughts and after only a brief moment, he started speaking yet again obviously not finished.
‘’You will remain as a curtain jerker, maybe a mid-carder at best. Now, that of course will not come at my expense. I refuse to drop to the low level of losing to you, a seventies Negro who has an afro pick stuck in his hair. You need to get with the times and realize that the last person to roll with the seventies gimmick ended up blowing his brains out. You might not get it, you might not see through the proverbial lighting that blinds you but you are stepping into a losing battle. There will be no war because after this match? That will be it between you and I. There will be nothing else there because I main event while you open up the show for me and the ONLY damn reason that I am on the second rated, the B show is because of the mishap that happened here last time and that’s fine. I can understand that to an extent. However, after this week?’�?/FONT>
He pauses only for a brief moment before continuing.
‘’I will be on Rage. I will be the guy that everybody starts looking at because the people in the back who take stabs at me without knowing me? They will find everything out the hard way. They will take their cracks now while they can because when time comes and they are put against me in that ring? Their tune will change. Everything will become much more respectful, people will start to watch what they say before saying it because they will know the outcome and the talent that I bring to this promotion and if they still doubt me in a week or two to come then they’re dumber than I ever thought that they were.’�?/FONT>
He stood there letting everything sink in to the minds of any and everybody watching this promo because he wanted them certain people to see what was going on, to see the truth. He took in another deep breath stuffing his hands into his pockets, the lashing finally stopped and the black man hit the ground face first, his back a shredded and mangled mess. The Negro lied there in pain, he couldn’t move currently due to the intense pain that put his body through shock but this didn’t seem to bother Drew much as he just started walking off through the large and vast field, once again expressing his every thought through his words.
‘’Cannon, you have two options.’�?/FONT>
Drew pulled his right hand out of his pocket and held up two fingers.
‘’Option one. You decide what is best for your career and you just sit this thing out giving me the win and saving your career or, you have option two. Now, option two consists of you actually stepping into that ring and trying to go one on one against me in which, well, I will beat your ass from pillar to post. I will dissect you limb from limb and make sure that the next time we are put against each other, you will decide on option one in just sitting the thing out for health purposes.’�?/FONT>
This very serious look is seen expressed on his face before it fades away after only mere seconds and a huge grin appears on his face running from ear to ear, it was definitely a smile of arrogance, as usual. Anyway, after this very brief pause, he continues speaking starting to wrap this thing up.
‘’Now, the choice is yours of course. You can heed my warning and do the right thing or, you can test me and watch as I beat you like a slave. The choice is yours kid, make the right call!’�?/FONT>
That once toothy grin turned into a very serious and intense look. You could feel the intensity in the air just listening to Drew say that. He just stared into the camera letting his brown eyes focus onto the lens as if it were Cannon himself and with that came the scene fading out to black, everything said and done with.
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