Post by dukeandrews on Mar 15, 2022 19:56:24 GMT -6
The production crew didn’t wait long to try and get a few words from Duke Andrews from after the show went off the air. His right arm had already been looked at, and the MWE doctor determined there was no structural damage that was done, yet had placed Dukes arm in a sling.
Duke Andrews: “Let’s see if I do this right.”
Duke held up his left hand. Four fingers in the air.
Duke Andrews: “Like I said. There’s a lot to unpack here.”
He lowered the index finger.
Duke Andrews: “Elephant in the room. Tank. Dustin. Before Karen tries to say otherwise, you know where I stand when it comes to your quest for the tag team titles. It’s the same as where I stand with Tiffany and Megan. As long as it stays in the ring and there are zero shenanigans, I’m not in the middle. I know Tank has his own thoughts in regards to myself and Alan and Dusty. But I hope that deep down you understand, this isn’t the same ship that Constantine ran. This isn’t the same ship that Hearst took over. I am not interjecting in anything that doesn’t have my name written all over.”
A slight grimace on the face as he lowered the ring finger.
Duke Andrews: “Seth. You are unfortunately dumber than you look. You think you have the answers when the questions are changed. You think you understand what’s happening when the narrative shifts away. You want to stay relevant. I get it. You want to talk about how you think I’ve alienated everyone. How I’m my own worst enemy. Does it look like I actually give a flying fuck what you think? No, Seth. Ask yourself.”
There was probably the most truth that had come from Duke’s lips than had in the last few months in that last statement.
Duke Andrews: “Let’s cut through the real bullshit, Seth. You wanted to bring up what happened between myself and Christian. Let’s pull that curtain back once again. This will tie in greatly with what else I have in store. But let’s pull back that curtain of realism. What happened between myself and Christian McMillion, yes folks, that’s his real name, was a turning point in my career. You hit that nail on the head. But since your gal and Mrs McMillion are best pals, why don’t you ask two important questions. Remember that saying about living in glass houses? Ask Rebecca what she did to Kelsey. Ask Christian what he did back in Greenville that shocked the world when he stabbed his so called best friend in the spine with the superkick heard ‘round the world. But sure, I haven’t dealt with anything. What I did to Christian was a business move. I’m sure you’re not blind enough to see who I’ve got producing my matches. Ope, that’s breaking the fourth wall. I’m sure you’re not blind enough to see who I’m riding with on the road still. But that doesn’t fit your holier than thou attitude does it?“
Duke gritted his teeth. Biting down on his lip.
Duke Andrews: “That’s the problem with you, Seth. You disappear to Japan and then come back to act like you’re this great human, when the fact is that you’re one step above dog shit. You shouldn’t sit there in your glass house and throw stones Seth. You should understand that you and I are actually almost one in the same. Let’s face it. Cut from the same cloth. I know that eats you alive, doesn’t it? The fact that you can easily open your mouth and cast stone after stone. See, when you want to try and misconstrue what is happening with fat boy, you then turn around and make it seem like you’re the one wanting to climb this ladder to the top. You want to talk about how I don’t want a rematch? Where did you go when I took that title from you? You fucking ran and hid. Yet each time I say that I want a rematch, it goes unheard. Each time I called fat boy out, it goes unanswered. But then I begin to fucking pluck people out and say I’ll make my own path to the title, suddenly I’m tossing away a title shot and ignoring a rematch? What in the Sam fuck is in the water around this god damned place? But sure, I’ll fight anyone that’s put in front of me. I’ll take the beatings coming my way. Because I’m not afraid of no man. I’m not scared of anything that steps in my path. But hey, I’ll gladly wear the asshole badge if it helps you sleep at night Seth. See, you…”
Duke paused again as he slammed his fist down in anger on the production crate.
Duke Andrews: “You always want to fucking turn a blind eye to every single fucking opportunity this company has provided you. I came here with Simon and Christian and set the company on fire. Yet, as the one that did all of the heavy lifting, I was forgotten. I went out on my own after doing what I did to Christian. And I continued to not just win, but dominate. And what happened? Nothing. A two time Lockdown Champion. Longest reigning tag team champion. Still nothing. Yet you fucking show up and immediately are placed in the world title picture? After doing what? What in the fuck did you do to deserve that spot? I get passed over for a chance to compete for the briefcase because Vince puts you in that spot. Stop me when I’ve told a lie Seth. So when I say that you’re the golden boy, tell me where I’ve been wrong.”
Finally after a long exhale before lowering his pinky finger. Letting his middle finger linger for the camera.
Duke Andrews: “Don’t think I’d let your little bitch ass skate by, Oliver. Don’t think I’d let you shit all over this entire industry because you feel like you’ve never gotten a fair shake. Let me take you down a little road. You wanna be mad at everyone who stands as a pillar of the company while you only rode Karen’s 200 cc’s of silicone to some sort of relevancy. You did nothing. You went to an academy and then sucked on the tit long enough because I told Karen no, and managed to get some contract. But the road that you claim was never paved?”
Duke shakes his head from side to side. Biting his tongue as he took a deep breath.
Duke Andrews: “You will never earn an ounce of respect in this industry because you have never given the respect. And before you think you can say I either have no respect or haven’t given an respect, I suggest you read the room. Understand why at the end of the day, you will never amount to anything. Every single person in the company has bled buckets of blood. Spilled gallons of sweat. Broken plenty of bones. You’re not special. You should be thanking those of us that have been in that situation. The nights where I worked a show for a thirty dollar payout. Driving with Javen and Christian from one town to the next. There is this saying, to leave it better than you found it. Because of people like us, you had the opportunity to go through the academy. You had the opportunity to skip the small time gymnasiums and piggy back off of my hard work, my name, fucking Seth Iser. Devin Hearst. Alan Envy. Melissa Reeves. Hammerstein. Chris Constantine Jr. Dustin and Tank. Tiffany Lynn Page. Christian Michaels. Javen. Chris Kane. Bobbi Jackson. The ones that have spilled the gallons of blood that gave you your fucking chance. So instead of being edgy and think that you’re above the rest of this business, fuck you. Understand that I’m one step away from taking away your dream and sending your little twink ass back to cleaning Karen’s pool.”
Fade.
Duke Andrews: “Let’s see if I do this right.”
Duke held up his left hand. Four fingers in the air.
Duke Andrews: “Like I said. There’s a lot to unpack here.”
He lowered the index finger.
Duke Andrews: “Elephant in the room. Tank. Dustin. Before Karen tries to say otherwise, you know where I stand when it comes to your quest for the tag team titles. It’s the same as where I stand with Tiffany and Megan. As long as it stays in the ring and there are zero shenanigans, I’m not in the middle. I know Tank has his own thoughts in regards to myself and Alan and Dusty. But I hope that deep down you understand, this isn’t the same ship that Constantine ran. This isn’t the same ship that Hearst took over. I am not interjecting in anything that doesn’t have my name written all over.”
A slight grimace on the face as he lowered the ring finger.
Duke Andrews: “Seth. You are unfortunately dumber than you look. You think you have the answers when the questions are changed. You think you understand what’s happening when the narrative shifts away. You want to stay relevant. I get it. You want to talk about how you think I’ve alienated everyone. How I’m my own worst enemy. Does it look like I actually give a flying fuck what you think? No, Seth. Ask yourself.”
There was probably the most truth that had come from Duke’s lips than had in the last few months in that last statement.
Duke Andrews: “Let’s cut through the real bullshit, Seth. You wanted to bring up what happened between myself and Christian. Let’s pull that curtain back once again. This will tie in greatly with what else I have in store. But let’s pull back that curtain of realism. What happened between myself and Christian McMillion, yes folks, that’s his real name, was a turning point in my career. You hit that nail on the head. But since your gal and Mrs McMillion are best pals, why don’t you ask two important questions. Remember that saying about living in glass houses? Ask Rebecca what she did to Kelsey. Ask Christian what he did back in Greenville that shocked the world when he stabbed his so called best friend in the spine with the superkick heard ‘round the world. But sure, I haven’t dealt with anything. What I did to Christian was a business move. I’m sure you’re not blind enough to see who I’ve got producing my matches. Ope, that’s breaking the fourth wall. I’m sure you’re not blind enough to see who I’m riding with on the road still. But that doesn’t fit your holier than thou attitude does it?“
Duke gritted his teeth. Biting down on his lip.
Duke Andrews: “That’s the problem with you, Seth. You disappear to Japan and then come back to act like you’re this great human, when the fact is that you’re one step above dog shit. You shouldn’t sit there in your glass house and throw stones Seth. You should understand that you and I are actually almost one in the same. Let’s face it. Cut from the same cloth. I know that eats you alive, doesn’t it? The fact that you can easily open your mouth and cast stone after stone. See, when you want to try and misconstrue what is happening with fat boy, you then turn around and make it seem like you’re the one wanting to climb this ladder to the top. You want to talk about how I don’t want a rematch? Where did you go when I took that title from you? You fucking ran and hid. Yet each time I say that I want a rematch, it goes unheard. Each time I called fat boy out, it goes unanswered. But then I begin to fucking pluck people out and say I’ll make my own path to the title, suddenly I’m tossing away a title shot and ignoring a rematch? What in the Sam fuck is in the water around this god damned place? But sure, I’ll fight anyone that’s put in front of me. I’ll take the beatings coming my way. Because I’m not afraid of no man. I’m not scared of anything that steps in my path. But hey, I’ll gladly wear the asshole badge if it helps you sleep at night Seth. See, you…”
Duke paused again as he slammed his fist down in anger on the production crate.
Duke Andrews: “You always want to fucking turn a blind eye to every single fucking opportunity this company has provided you. I came here with Simon and Christian and set the company on fire. Yet, as the one that did all of the heavy lifting, I was forgotten. I went out on my own after doing what I did to Christian. And I continued to not just win, but dominate. And what happened? Nothing. A two time Lockdown Champion. Longest reigning tag team champion. Still nothing. Yet you fucking show up and immediately are placed in the world title picture? After doing what? What in the fuck did you do to deserve that spot? I get passed over for a chance to compete for the briefcase because Vince puts you in that spot. Stop me when I’ve told a lie Seth. So when I say that you’re the golden boy, tell me where I’ve been wrong.”
Finally after a long exhale before lowering his pinky finger. Letting his middle finger linger for the camera.
Duke Andrews: “Don’t think I’d let your little bitch ass skate by, Oliver. Don’t think I’d let you shit all over this entire industry because you feel like you’ve never gotten a fair shake. Let me take you down a little road. You wanna be mad at everyone who stands as a pillar of the company while you only rode Karen’s 200 cc’s of silicone to some sort of relevancy. You did nothing. You went to an academy and then sucked on the tit long enough because I told Karen no, and managed to get some contract. But the road that you claim was never paved?”
Duke shakes his head from side to side. Biting his tongue as he took a deep breath.
Duke Andrews: “You will never earn an ounce of respect in this industry because you have never given the respect. And before you think you can say I either have no respect or haven’t given an respect, I suggest you read the room. Understand why at the end of the day, you will never amount to anything. Every single person in the company has bled buckets of blood. Spilled gallons of sweat. Broken plenty of bones. You’re not special. You should be thanking those of us that have been in that situation. The nights where I worked a show for a thirty dollar payout. Driving with Javen and Christian from one town to the next. There is this saying, to leave it better than you found it. Because of people like us, you had the opportunity to go through the academy. You had the opportunity to skip the small time gymnasiums and piggy back off of my hard work, my name, fucking Seth Iser. Devin Hearst. Alan Envy. Melissa Reeves. Hammerstein. Chris Constantine Jr. Dustin and Tank. Tiffany Lynn Page. Christian Michaels. Javen. Chris Kane. Bobbi Jackson. The ones that have spilled the gallons of blood that gave you your fucking chance. So instead of being edgy and think that you’re above the rest of this business, fuck you. Understand that I’m one step away from taking away your dream and sending your little twink ass back to cleaning Karen’s pool.”
Fade.