Post by Marcus T on Jun 17, 2008 23:25:15 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Andy Christian, but you can call me Andy Christ. You may not know me very well, to be honest you don't know me at all. Funny how things change in the matter of days. You may have caught a glimps of me from a previous promo, but it was not any thing spectacular, it was just a small introduction.
Did I mention I'm front Fort Worth, Tx?
As a matter of fact, did I have to tell you? Even if my step dad is the legendary Big Red Scare, multi time FWF world champion? I know. Why should you care? What does that have to do with you, right? As a matter of fact, I had hoped it was good for small talk, you know to break the ice a little.
We have so much to learn about one another, we are yet to share bios, so... I took this time out to thow a bone out there, Icon would you like to have dinner after the fight. Better yet, before the fight, it would give us time to size one another up to see who is who.
I would like that a lot
A whole lot.
Just cause we pond on one another like wild animals for a living, does not mean we can't have a meanningful relationship outside the ring.
Since we are in Texas, I would say beef Bar B Q would be nice, with a side of ice tea to wash it down. We can sit down and listen to the country music play in the back ground, and the other patrons talk with their Texas twang.
I like doing that a lot. Maybe that is why I like bar b q so much, it gives me the opprotunity to enjoy those type of moments. The enviorment has a Texas festavile feel to it. I might even break out in my large gallon hat like Eno. Wear the tight jeans, cowboy boots, the Led Zeplin t shirt, then show you how we "Two Step Boogie" down these here parts.
Camera man, camera man
I snap out of my long daze on to focus on the producer yelling at me for not focusing on the task at hand. He signal with his hands, I quickly notice that my lens is out of focus. I look down into the scope and focus on a guy with a mask. Is that you Icon, is that really you? I am your camera man and you don't even know it. All you know is that you have a wrestler to fight and you swear to your god that you are going to win.
What makes you so sure?
You could not identify me if I wore a hot pink shirt that said "Hi I'm Andy."
Now that I think about it, don't want to have dinner with you. They say the camera makes you look like you gain ten pounds, so what is your excuse for looking like you ate three kids and a dog? You are such a grotesque figure. You are just... just... round and big.
---One Hour Later---
Here I stand where you once did. In front of my camera just as you did moments ago. I too have a mask on my face. I just want to know what it feels like to be you. To walk like you. To see threw your eyes. In my line of work I have to know as many varibles as possible, the more I'm prepared the better off I am. I have to know if your foot hit the coffie table this mournning as you stumbled to the coffie maker.
All I do is watch.
Watch you.
I sit in front of your house for hours on watching as you mow the lawn with a shirt. Did you know, if you did not take breaks threw out your chours it would take you only two hours instead of four to completed them all?
I have your phone number. I dial.
you pick up.
I hang up.
I do this again.
and again.
You no longer want to play, you curse me out and disconnect the phone.
"What is the ponit of all of this?"
"I have to make sure I am ready for him. I have to make sure he can't beat me. I have make sure, I become one with him, mind body and soul."
"Leave him a lone he is a holy man."
"That bothers me even more about him, that makes him a bigger enemy than I wanted him to be.
I take a quick peek into my rearview mirror and there, there they sit. The both of them. One wants me to burn in hell for ages, and the other does not want me near hell at all.
yea the big two.
Your lord and the Devil.
Jesus wants me to burn.
The Devil wants me to stay away, for various reasons.
Jesus: Why don't you just take him?
Devil: I love the way he antagonise you. Rather he burns in hell or sits here on earth giving you shit, it matters not to me. Hey Andy talk to your REAL DAD lately?
I do not answer, he knows the answer, if he does not then some dark lord he is... we all know I stalk my dad every day at eight in the mournning. I watch as he go about his daily ritual, all bull shit if you ask me. I hate him... I hate his politics... more importantly hate his religon. I think my soul purpose here on earth is to make his life a living hell. To think, the same god he worships, is the same god who told me to punish him like this. As a favor of some sorts.
Now is not the time.
The time is to watch ICON!
He wants a fight, and I'll be his Huckaberry.
Did I mention I'm front Fort Worth, Tx?
As a matter of fact, did I have to tell you? Even if my step dad is the legendary Big Red Scare, multi time FWF world champion? I know. Why should you care? What does that have to do with you, right? As a matter of fact, I had hoped it was good for small talk, you know to break the ice a little.
We have so much to learn about one another, we are yet to share bios, so... I took this time out to thow a bone out there, Icon would you like to have dinner after the fight. Better yet, before the fight, it would give us time to size one another up to see who is who.
I would like that a lot
A whole lot.
Just cause we pond on one another like wild animals for a living, does not mean we can't have a meanningful relationship outside the ring.
Since we are in Texas, I would say beef Bar B Q would be nice, with a side of ice tea to wash it down. We can sit down and listen to the country music play in the back ground, and the other patrons talk with their Texas twang.
I like doing that a lot. Maybe that is why I like bar b q so much, it gives me the opprotunity to enjoy those type of moments. The enviorment has a Texas festavile feel to it. I might even break out in my large gallon hat like Eno. Wear the tight jeans, cowboy boots, the Led Zeplin t shirt, then show you how we "Two Step Boogie" down these here parts.
Camera man, camera man
I snap out of my long daze on to focus on the producer yelling at me for not focusing on the task at hand. He signal with his hands, I quickly notice that my lens is out of focus. I look down into the scope and focus on a guy with a mask. Is that you Icon, is that really you? I am your camera man and you don't even know it. All you know is that you have a wrestler to fight and you swear to your god that you are going to win.
What makes you so sure?
You could not identify me if I wore a hot pink shirt that said "Hi I'm Andy."
Now that I think about it, don't want to have dinner with you. They say the camera makes you look like you gain ten pounds, so what is your excuse for looking like you ate three kids and a dog? You are such a grotesque figure. You are just... just... round and big.
---One Hour Later---
Here I stand where you once did. In front of my camera just as you did moments ago. I too have a mask on my face. I just want to know what it feels like to be you. To walk like you. To see threw your eyes. In my line of work I have to know as many varibles as possible, the more I'm prepared the better off I am. I have to know if your foot hit the coffie table this mournning as you stumbled to the coffie maker.
All I do is watch.
Watch you.
I sit in front of your house for hours on watching as you mow the lawn with a shirt. Did you know, if you did not take breaks threw out your chours it would take you only two hours instead of four to completed them all?
I have your phone number. I dial.
you pick up.
I hang up.
I do this again.
and again.
You no longer want to play, you curse me out and disconnect the phone.
"What is the ponit of all of this?"
"I have to make sure I am ready for him. I have to make sure he can't beat me. I have make sure, I become one with him, mind body and soul."
"Leave him a lone he is a holy man."
"That bothers me even more about him, that makes him a bigger enemy than I wanted him to be.
I take a quick peek into my rearview mirror and there, there they sit. The both of them. One wants me to burn in hell for ages, and the other does not want me near hell at all.
yea the big two.
Your lord and the Devil.
Jesus wants me to burn.
The Devil wants me to stay away, for various reasons.
Jesus: Why don't you just take him?
Devil: I love the way he antagonise you. Rather he burns in hell or sits here on earth giving you shit, it matters not to me. Hey Andy talk to your REAL DAD lately?
I do not answer, he knows the answer, if he does not then some dark lord he is... we all know I stalk my dad every day at eight in the mournning. I watch as he go about his daily ritual, all bull shit if you ask me. I hate him... I hate his politics... more importantly hate his religon. I think my soul purpose here on earth is to make his life a living hell. To think, the same god he worships, is the same god who told me to punish him like this. As a favor of some sorts.
Now is not the time.
The time is to watch ICON!
He wants a fight, and I'll be his Huckaberry.