On the field, Stu-E Price is sprinting the length of the football pitch, he gets to the end and begins walking back to the opposite side. It just takes him a minute to reach his destination before he glances at the camera, acknowledges them with a tilt of a head then repeats the exercise of sprinting the hundred yards and walking back to the camera.
“Thanks for joining me in the Scottish Highlands, I come here to really ramp up my exercise regime before a pay-per-view match. Michael James might think that me being here is all about him, he might think that I’ve been running up and down those damn mountains behind me to get in better shape for him, but simply, I couldn’t care less who I’m facing.
There is more at stake when it comes to pay-per-view events, it means more to give a hell of a performance for the fans that are paying the thirty or forty dollars for three hours of entertainment. We as a business are a luxury, and it’s through tough economical climates that luxuries are dropped, so to still be able to wrestle on pay-per-view for a captive, rabid audience means more to me than any perceived revenge against Michael James.
You hear me down there in Tokyo?”
He reaches down to the floor and grabs his blue Powerade, taking a big gulp of it before casually tossing it away.
“I was wrestling in hardcore matches back when you were being b###h slapped by your Dad for sticking sushi up your nose, sunshine. You keep saying that you were this great World Champion, like it gives you recognition but let me tell you buddie; that’s bloody pathetic.
People like me have travelled all over the World wrestling in front of fifty fans in high school gyms to wrestling in front of ninety thousand people in open air arenas and simply giving everything I have for those fans. Championships? I’ve held over forty of the damn things but they’re not worth mentioning because they don’t make me. My body of work through the years has made me, unlike you.
Your entire career has been pathetic, the lashings out of a spoilt little bastard slapped by his parents too many times. You hold on to the fact that you’re a ‘former’ World Champion because you need to feel like your life is a success, you need to feel valued, you can’t look at yourself in the mirror and feel inner peace.
Let’s be honest, lay all the cards on the table and admit to me. Admit to me that the only reason you decided to attack me is because you’re jealous of who I am, of what I’ve done and what the future holds for me. You can say how inferior I am to you yet you are the one that picked me!
You picked me to make your mark in this promotion because subconsciously you know that I am better than you. You know that any time I want to I can choke you out, any time I want to knock you out and any time I want to roll you up for a three count, I can do it.
The human brain is a beautiful thing, your mind is controlled by the subconscious like a jockey riding a horse. You can keep telling your mind that Stu-E Price isn’t worthy, that you are going to steam roll your way through to another Gold belt but it’s your subconscious that tells me that it’s you that feels unworthy, that it’s you who is going to struggle in Minnesota.
Michael James, I’ve let you have your fun, let you win a few battles but come Blood, Sweat and Tears the war is going to be all mine. But don’t take it too much to heart, I’ve enjoyed teaching you my friend, you could even say you’ve had a ‘priceless education’ but now is the time for me to kick your ass out of class and let you carry on with your pathetic existence.
I can’t bloody wait.”
Stu-E just smiles and confidently shrugs shoulders, he turns back around and walks toward the football pitch, as the scene fades out he sets out on another sprint.
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