PROMO: 'Special'

[Toxxic 0]

PROMO: 'Special'

 

SWF.COM EXCLUSIVE!!

 

"Gabe."

 

The voice instantly makes it clear who's talking, the level British accent marking the speaker. Moments later Michael Stephens himself comes into shot, blue-black hair hanging down across his face. Stephens brushes it back however, giving the camera a clear view directly into his steel-grey eyes.

 

"A lot of people have been asking me whether I'm ready for this," Mike says, adjusting the World Title belt over his shoulder. "A lot of people have been asking me whether I've been training hard for this match, whether I've got a plan. And yes, I have been training hard and yes, I do have a plan. But there seems to be a misconception going around, one that I want to clear up. Namely the idea that you, Gabe, are something special. You see, while I've been training hard I haven't been training any harder than I did for Landon, for Johnson, for Flesher, for Hawke, for Wild & Dangerous... I train hard for all my big matches. I'm not going to dignify you with anything more than what I did for them. You're not a technical God, you're not some master of cheating and dirty tactics, you're not a Strong Style legend-in-the-making... you're just a bully, a violent bully who's managed to translate a love of hurting people into a successful six months in the SWF."

 

Stephens takes a swig of Coke, black-nailed hand gripping the bright red can, then looks into the camera again. There is dislike clearly visible in his expression... but possibly also a grudging respect.

 

"That don't mean I'm not taking you seriously Gabe. You have been successful, and I better than most other people know how dangerous you can be, but where you and everyone else is going wrong is thinking that you have some insight into me that others don't have. You don't. You knew me what, four, five years ago? You knew the kid I was Gabe, not the man I've become. You have no idea what I can do now, what I'm capable of, the levels of performance I can kick up to. Sunshine, if you knew what I can do when I'm backed into a corner you never would have come here with your aggro and your bitterness and your desire for revenge. You'd have had more bloody sense. See, come Friday everything that got you here won't matter anymore." A bitter smile crosses Stephens' face as he continues.

 

"That manslaughter in Atlanta? Won't matter. Me testifying against you? Won't matter. You can get as mad as you like Gabe, you're still an overgrown green rookie who's been booked into a straight singles match with the World Champion. No weapons, no fancy rules, no cages and staggered entrances, just you and me. The arguments may be raging over whether I am the best, but no-one's arguing about the fact that I've been beating the best. You're going to have to pull out the performance of your life to have a hope of beating me one-on-one. So come and have a go, if you think you're hard enough..."

 

Stephens pauses for a moment before a familiar lopsided grin creeps over his face.

 

"...but prepare to be proved wrong."

[Above Average 0]

I always love the Hard sell because it gives a great idea of where the match might go. I like the idea that Drake isn't special in the sense that Mike is the underdog in this match, but that the situation between these two is special. I think it really compliments my HoM segment well. Good stuff.

[Toxxic 0]

I'm trying to make WC happy by showing that even though Toxx is a cruiserweight there's no more reason for him to be the underdog in any given situation than Flesher would be.

 

I fail because Flesher's far more awesome than me, but hey.