Post by aos on Apr 22, 2006 23:26:41 GMT -5
::The scene opens inside of what appears to be the Pure Class Arena, located in beautiful Greenville, South Carolina. The building is a little dark inside, as most of the lights have been turned off at this hour. A ring is set up, center floor, as we see it through a hallway atop the lower level seating area. Inside the ring stands a young man wearing a sweater vest which is overlapping what appears to be a button down, dress tee-shirt, khaki pants, mild in color, and black dress shoes.
He stands inside the ring, with his hands in his pockets, slowly turning in a circle and looking out at the 20,000 seat arena. He appears so small in comparison, although he stands at six-foot three. Awe comes across his face, but one can sense the bit of nervousness in the air. Afterall, a twenty-thousand seat arena is in no comparison to the fifty to one-hundred person bars and pool hall basements this youngster is used to.
The camera view fades/changes from that of atop the entry way to one apparently inside the ring with this man. The camera, starting from behind him, begins to pan around his body and stops once reaching his front.::
Anthony O. Stewart: It's amazing...
::The look of awe upon his face as one can truly see that Anthony is practically speechless for a few moments... A little time passes... He shakes his head a little to clear his thoughts before mouthing "wow" under his breath and beginning what he has asked us here to say.::
Anthony O. Stewart: I was told that this place was an amazing site to see. I've never actually been away from Pennsylvania, you know. Well, I mean, I've fought in New Jersey and even New York once or twice, but nothing like this. I was told that twenty-thousand people can fit into this building. Twenty-thousand hearts pumping in the stands for each match, forty-thousand eyes watching your every move...wow. I honestly couldn't tell you if I am a little scared or excited for Tuesday night.
You see, I'm twenty-one years old, just turned. I'm a city boy...sort of. Four miles out in Croydon, Pennsylvania is where I call home, is where you last saw me actually. I never dreamed of anything like this... I was never allowed to watch this "monstrous" and "meaningless activity" when I was growing up. To be honest with you, I tried to hide from my past for a long time... The private schools, graduating head of my class. Things like that don't fly to high in this business, I don't think. And to be completely honest...I wouldn't even know.
::Anthony begins at a slow pace around the inside of the ring. Starting in the corner, he runs his fingers across the top rope as he makes his way from one corner to the next, getting a "feel" for his new environment. Upon reaching each corner, he grabs ahold of the top rope and pulls it inward, leaning his body weight with each pull, testing the ropes and trying to possibly think of ways to use them to his advantage.::
Anthony O. Stewart: It's all just so new to me. The roped off environment instead of a circle of cars or even just cold concrete walls and metal piping. Everything in front of me now is different, so next week's advantage definately goes to Kyle Time. And speaking of that man, I've heard a thing or two that I'd like to touch on and direct toward him if I may.
Now, word has gotten back to me that an interview was conducted; and although I havent seen or read anything personally, this news has come from a very reliable "friend of a friend" here in PCW. It seems that my opponent for Trauma seems to be a little off...on more than just one level, if you catch my drift. It seems that he's going about this weeks match all wrong. The word that I've received is that Kyle believes me to be a boxer. A stand-up, "throw punches 'til you're out" kind of guy. Now in all fairness I must inform you, Kyle, that I'm not.
::Anthony shakes his head a bit in what appears to be disbelief before continuing.::
Anthony O. Stewart: (nonchalantly) Homie, you have no idea. I dont "box." Never have and never plan to. I fight. Anything goes. And Im not trying to be hard or trying to sound tough like I'm some "big" mother fucker; Im just telling it like it is. I fight to pay the bills, that's it. Mixed martial arts... Look it up, 'cause if you want to read the bio scripts from the office, then please, do us all a favor and take a glance at what it says under "bio" and stop coming close to making a fool of yourself with second hand information.
::Anthony stands in the middle of the ring and jumps up and down for a minute to see howit feels. An obvious difference than what he's used to fighting on, he smiles a little before continuing.::
Anthony O. Stewart: Now, like I said, I don't want to appear to be some "tough guy", "talk a lot of shit" mother fuc[CENSORED]r. Because in all honesty, I'm not. I show up and do my best, and if my best isn't good enough, then I try again at a later time. ::slight pause:: Bodies bleed and wounds heal. A scar is simply a memory from the past...and I try not to live there. It happened. It's over. I can'tdo s[CENSORED]t about it, so let it go.
Kyle, I'm looking forward to Tuesday night. It's been a long while since I've last been paid, and the wallet is almost empty if you catch my drift. I don't know what the rules are here in PCW about being paid and when, but 90% of the time, where I'm coming from if I don't win, I don't collect, and I'm sure thats how it is here.
If I don't get another chance to pull a camera aside Kyle, I wish you the best of luck. I have three days to figure out what I'm doing, and to my knowledge you've had years. (shakes his head a little) Now I don't know what I'm getting myself into, but I hope you know what you are. I come to win Kyle...and I don't plan on anything else. Good luck...good night.
::Anthony turns and steps through the second rope. Standing on the apron, he tests the top rope again, this time from the outside of the ring, before hopping down. He takes a final look around as the camera begins its slow fade to black.::
He stands inside the ring, with his hands in his pockets, slowly turning in a circle and looking out at the 20,000 seat arena. He appears so small in comparison, although he stands at six-foot three. Awe comes across his face, but one can sense the bit of nervousness in the air. Afterall, a twenty-thousand seat arena is in no comparison to the fifty to one-hundred person bars and pool hall basements this youngster is used to.
The camera view fades/changes from that of atop the entry way to one apparently inside the ring with this man. The camera, starting from behind him, begins to pan around his body and stops once reaching his front.::
Anthony O. Stewart: It's amazing...
::The look of awe upon his face as one can truly see that Anthony is practically speechless for a few moments... A little time passes... He shakes his head a little to clear his thoughts before mouthing "wow" under his breath and beginning what he has asked us here to say.::
Anthony O. Stewart: I was told that this place was an amazing site to see. I've never actually been away from Pennsylvania, you know. Well, I mean, I've fought in New Jersey and even New York once or twice, but nothing like this. I was told that twenty-thousand people can fit into this building. Twenty-thousand hearts pumping in the stands for each match, forty-thousand eyes watching your every move...wow. I honestly couldn't tell you if I am a little scared or excited for Tuesday night.
You see, I'm twenty-one years old, just turned. I'm a city boy...sort of. Four miles out in Croydon, Pennsylvania is where I call home, is where you last saw me actually. I never dreamed of anything like this... I was never allowed to watch this "monstrous" and "meaningless activity" when I was growing up. To be honest with you, I tried to hide from my past for a long time... The private schools, graduating head of my class. Things like that don't fly to high in this business, I don't think. And to be completely honest...I wouldn't even know.
::Anthony begins at a slow pace around the inside of the ring. Starting in the corner, he runs his fingers across the top rope as he makes his way from one corner to the next, getting a "feel" for his new environment. Upon reaching each corner, he grabs ahold of the top rope and pulls it inward, leaning his body weight with each pull, testing the ropes and trying to possibly think of ways to use them to his advantage.::
Anthony O. Stewart: It's all just so new to me. The roped off environment instead of a circle of cars or even just cold concrete walls and metal piping. Everything in front of me now is different, so next week's advantage definately goes to Kyle Time. And speaking of that man, I've heard a thing or two that I'd like to touch on and direct toward him if I may.
Now, word has gotten back to me that an interview was conducted; and although I havent seen or read anything personally, this news has come from a very reliable "friend of a friend" here in PCW. It seems that my opponent for Trauma seems to be a little off...on more than just one level, if you catch my drift. It seems that he's going about this weeks match all wrong. The word that I've received is that Kyle believes me to be a boxer. A stand-up, "throw punches 'til you're out" kind of guy. Now in all fairness I must inform you, Kyle, that I'm not.
::Anthony shakes his head a bit in what appears to be disbelief before continuing.::
Anthony O. Stewart: (nonchalantly) Homie, you have no idea. I dont "box." Never have and never plan to. I fight. Anything goes. And Im not trying to be hard or trying to sound tough like I'm some "big" mother fucker; Im just telling it like it is. I fight to pay the bills, that's it. Mixed martial arts... Look it up, 'cause if you want to read the bio scripts from the office, then please, do us all a favor and take a glance at what it says under "bio" and stop coming close to making a fool of yourself with second hand information.
::Anthony stands in the middle of the ring and jumps up and down for a minute to see howit feels. An obvious difference than what he's used to fighting on, he smiles a little before continuing.::
Anthony O. Stewart: Now, like I said, I don't want to appear to be some "tough guy", "talk a lot of shit" mother fuc[CENSORED]r. Because in all honesty, I'm not. I show up and do my best, and if my best isn't good enough, then I try again at a later time. ::slight pause:: Bodies bleed and wounds heal. A scar is simply a memory from the past...and I try not to live there. It happened. It's over. I can'tdo s[CENSORED]t about it, so let it go.
Kyle, I'm looking forward to Tuesday night. It's been a long while since I've last been paid, and the wallet is almost empty if you catch my drift. I don't know what the rules are here in PCW about being paid and when, but 90% of the time, where I'm coming from if I don't win, I don't collect, and I'm sure thats how it is here.
If I don't get another chance to pull a camera aside Kyle, I wish you the best of luck. I have three days to figure out what I'm doing, and to my knowledge you've had years. (shakes his head a little) Now I don't know what I'm getting myself into, but I hope you know what you are. I come to win Kyle...and I don't plan on anything else. Good luck...good night.
::Anthony turns and steps through the second rope. Standing on the apron, he tests the top rope again, this time from the outside of the ring, before hopping down. He takes a final look around as the camera begins its slow fade to black.::