Post by clipper on Apr 19, 2007 23:53:52 GMT -6
The following is a brief interview segment with Mister Phillip Owen Weiss, with the future MISTER POW himself. The setting is an open road, and he walks down it with purpose and, while he is moving, he gives the following bit of interview.
"You know, it's interesting how there can already be somebody on my bad side when I've only been around for a week or so. It's rather amusing that someone can already have pissed off Mister POW without first stepping into the ring with him. It's amazing how people wish to take shots at me from afar instead of just waiting until my debut and seeing what it is they've gotten themselves into first.
"Me? I was gonna wait. I said nothing, I did nothing save for stand on my own ground and say nothing more than that I was going to show the world how great I could become, that I was going to show the world that I can compete on a big-time stage for the glory of the business. And that...was that. It was over, it was done with, I was going to wait until I had proven myself against the competition before making any more predictions, for fear that those predictions might be bold, presumptious, rash, and perhaps, ultimately, wrong.
"I was going to hold my tongue and let Fate or God or Mother Nature or whatever deity one might choose to worship decide the outcome and my result. Yet now I can no longer do so.
"Because I heard this weird guy, David Hilt---well, him and his other little friend, whoever he is---talking about how he'd never heard of me, how great he is, how he would have won his debut match in the midwest territory if he'd been able to get back in the ring, and so on and so forth, all the usual dribble you hear from pathetic losers like that. And I thought...jeez.
"Why's this guy keep talking? Didn't he...well, lose? Isn't this guy a loser? That's what I thought...dunno if it's what you others thought. *shrug* Tough shit, really...don't actually care one way or the other what you people think either.
"But yeah...it was really just his not-so-subtle comment on Phil 'Mister Who?' Weiss. It was really that that sort of got to me. I mean, after all, Mister Hilt...who the hell are you? Who are you, so important, that it gives you the right, before you've seen me in the ring, to throw yourself into either my business or my way in general, for that matter? I mean, seriously, who in Jesus H. Christ's great earth do you think you are to just bring up my name so casually, and then toss it aside like I'm not worth the time of day or something---and you do this just because you feel obligated to make an address to me?
"It makes me sick...I'm disgusted.
"And let me tell you one thing, my new buddy; your obligation to make an address to me will be---God willing, lest I have to listen to your stupidity one more time in your blither---the last mistake you make before you step into the ring with Orge and I on Sunday.
"Because my line of thought was simple. If I don't disrespect the competition before I see them, they won't disrespect me. Well clearly, I was wrong on that account. And that's a damn shame that you had to be the one to disrespect me, Mister Hilt. Because I will see to it that after this week, no miniscule address will be made at me again. You have insulted me, and no longer will anyone insult me the way you have. You will NEVER address me as Phil 'Mister Who?' Weiss. You and the rest of the world will learn to address me properly as MISTER POW...as Phillip Owen Weiss.
"Your name's first on the hitlist, jack.
"And it aint the last..."
"You know, it's interesting how there can already be somebody on my bad side when I've only been around for a week or so. It's rather amusing that someone can already have pissed off Mister POW without first stepping into the ring with him. It's amazing how people wish to take shots at me from afar instead of just waiting until my debut and seeing what it is they've gotten themselves into first.
"Me? I was gonna wait. I said nothing, I did nothing save for stand on my own ground and say nothing more than that I was going to show the world how great I could become, that I was going to show the world that I can compete on a big-time stage for the glory of the business. And that...was that. It was over, it was done with, I was going to wait until I had proven myself against the competition before making any more predictions, for fear that those predictions might be bold, presumptious, rash, and perhaps, ultimately, wrong.
"I was going to hold my tongue and let Fate or God or Mother Nature or whatever deity one might choose to worship decide the outcome and my result. Yet now I can no longer do so.
"Because I heard this weird guy, David Hilt---well, him and his other little friend, whoever he is---talking about how he'd never heard of me, how great he is, how he would have won his debut match in the midwest territory if he'd been able to get back in the ring, and so on and so forth, all the usual dribble you hear from pathetic losers like that. And I thought...jeez.
"Why's this guy keep talking? Didn't he...well, lose? Isn't this guy a loser? That's what I thought...dunno if it's what you others thought. *shrug* Tough shit, really...don't actually care one way or the other what you people think either.
"But yeah...it was really just his not-so-subtle comment on Phil 'Mister Who?' Weiss. It was really that that sort of got to me. I mean, after all, Mister Hilt...who the hell are you? Who are you, so important, that it gives you the right, before you've seen me in the ring, to throw yourself into either my business or my way in general, for that matter? I mean, seriously, who in Jesus H. Christ's great earth do you think you are to just bring up my name so casually, and then toss it aside like I'm not worth the time of day or something---and you do this just because you feel obligated to make an address to me?
"It makes me sick...I'm disgusted.
"And let me tell you one thing, my new buddy; your obligation to make an address to me will be---God willing, lest I have to listen to your stupidity one more time in your blither---the last mistake you make before you step into the ring with Orge and I on Sunday.
"Because my line of thought was simple. If I don't disrespect the competition before I see them, they won't disrespect me. Well clearly, I was wrong on that account. And that's a damn shame that you had to be the one to disrespect me, Mister Hilt. Because I will see to it that after this week, no miniscule address will be made at me again. You have insulted me, and no longer will anyone insult me the way you have. You will NEVER address me as Phil 'Mister Who?' Weiss. You and the rest of the world will learn to address me properly as MISTER POW...as Phillip Owen Weiss.
"Your name's first on the hitlist, jack.
"And it aint the last..."