Post by Wolf Parker on Jun 9, 2015 8:05:30 GMT -8
“Everywhere I’ve gone, a stigma follows me. Everybody thinks that I’m just SUCH a BAD PERSON!. But for what? WHY am I such a bad person? Is it because I've taken people out that got in my way? Or is it because I've had no regrets to anything that I've done in the past? Is it because I do what want to do, when I want to do it? Nope, that couldn’t be it. That couldn’t be it at all! That could NEVER be it, hahaha. But I guess you'll all make that decision for yourself. That's fine. That's PERFECT! Heh, that's alright. Because there’s only a couple different kinds of people in this world, which means there’s even fewer in this business. You’ve got the people that… the people that kiss ass at every turn like for instance… Drew Stevenson. Drew Stevenson who can't get his head out of IC3's ass. You’ve got those people too afraid to speak up for themselves… like Matt Ward who can barely get fifteen seconds in before he runs out of breath. You’ve got incompetence to the point that you can’t even understand a word coming from their mouth like the DeFalco’s or people that just talk too damn much… like “Showtime” and Theo Vega; OH and of course… who can forget the home run hitter for the night… Drew Stevenson. Hell, there’s even that little Japanese kid that can’t speak a lick of English so he’s got that pest Bradford running around talking for him! I think that around here? The only one with a little common sense might be Cocheese, heh. I guess even that's going to be questionable when he's running with a fluke at best.”
I simply chuckled, shaking my head back and forth before running my hands through my hair. I was in a squatted position but stood up. My hair longer and a little darker than when people had remembered, and I grew my facial hair out, this was the first time they were seeing me since I was last with The Uprising in the ICWA but I was no different in who I was. My smirk was big, from ear to ear almost. Golden Gate wasn’t ready for this.
“And so here I am. I’ve been gone for a little while… I’ve been off doing my thing and I come back to see these little children running around, Stevenson is breaking Washington’s legs like a coward and now he has two loud mouths probably in his corner, Bradford and Robertson. People like that? They annoy me. When they run their mouths they piss - me - off! But… BUT that’s okay because I’m not in this business for friends. See… I want what Stevenson has. And all of the others can keep saying the same damn thing but what makes me different is I’m not afraid to take out anybody that just happens to get in my way! I don’t like it when people get in my way. And when they DO get in my way… let’s just say that they don’t do it again.”
I paced back and forth in the dark room that I was standing in, it was lightly lit with a bit of a yellow light and I stopped. My body was turned sideways to the camera and I turned it back to facing the camera. I raised my hand up, shaking it up and down like the next thing I was going to say was right on the tip of my tongue and it was just taking me a minute.
“In my line of work… I like to hurt people that get in my way. I’m a straight shooter, right down the middle. What you see with me is what you get. So maybe I can understand just a little why people are slightly afraid of me. They're afraid of me because I'm different. They're afraid of me because I don't care about them. They're afraid because when I wan't to they know what I can.. and will do. That’s fine with me because when I walk into a building everybody is there at the door waiting to see me and then they part like the red sea because each and every single one of them are AFRAID of what might happen when they step into the ring with a guy like me. Guys like Drew Stevenson… they fear me. They run away from me. They do whatever they can to avoid me! But if I’m not mistaken… Drew owes me for giving him a title shot a few years back. Now if you ASK Drew? He’ll deny it. He’ll run away and he’ll just tell some random pawn to speak for him. Your champion, ladies and gentlemen! A champion that’s bringing paper to a scissor fight and he’s gonna get cut right in half before he could even blink. And who’s wielding the biggest pair scissors in the room? Well YOURS TRULY OF COURSE!
I reached forward and grabbed the camera, yanking it in closer as I quietly laughed with my smirk. The camera was RIGHT on my face as I whispered, but it was louder as the microphone was right on me.
“A little birdie came to me today… haha. And the little birdie told me that big things are going to start happening! BIG - THINGS! Hahaha. Soon. Sooooon.”
I pushed the camera away while laughing.
“I’m comin’ for the gold and when I get’cha? BANG!"
With a pause, I just smirked and tilted my head at the camera a little bit. The look I gave off could be described as a little bit disturbing for some but for those that didn't know, this was Wolf Parker. This was who I was, and this was The Radical. And even if they did know who I was it didn't make them any less afraid.
"You’re dead.”
With a pause, I just smirked and tilted my head at the camera a little bit. The look I gave off could be described as a little bit disturbing for some but for those that didn't know, this was Wolf Parker. This was who I was, and this was The Radical. And even if they did know who I was it didn't make them any less afraid.
"You’re dead.”
