Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2024 0:55:42 GMT -5
Driller is sitting in his basement. He’s thinking about the events of the last week.
His mother confirmed what Buck Branson told him.
His father did leave them to become a professional wrestler. She buried his body in Texas instead of bringing it back to Maryland. She figured, if he wanted to be away from them, he could be away from them for eternity.
She swore Buck to secrecy. The only thing Driller enjoyed was wrestling. He wanted to be a wrestler when he grew up. She feared that if Driller found out the truth, it would ruin wrestling for him forever.
When Branson called the house a few weeks ago to talk to her about revealing the truth to Driller, she yelled “Fuck you” and hung up the phone.
Driller feels betrayed. He’s been in the basement for the last two days trying to sort everything out. No one in Action Wrestling has heard from him. Now, he decides to break his silence. He picks up his phone, opens the camera app, and starts recording a video.
Driller: Let’s address the elephant in the room.
Yeah, I went dark for a few days. I’ve got a lot of shit going on personally and I needed a day or two to sort it all out. People who have a problem with that can fuck off.
The thing is, I don’t know what’s real. I don’t know who I am.
I do know one thing: I’m a marked man.
Last week, I had everything to gain and nothing to lose. This week, at Payback, I have everything to gain and EVERYTHING to lose.
Addy A made her intentions clear: she wants the two singles titles she once held back in her possession. She wants to use Jessie Lee and I to get back to a place of prominence in this promotion.
Adelaide, I admire your goals, but you will not be achieving them this Sunday. You see, I’m used to people trying to use me as a stepping stone. I had a lot of bullies growing up, and they thought I was a weak little weirdo because I wasn’t the smartest or the best-groomed. They saw me as an opportunity to make themselves look cooler and more intimidating.
Well, I had to fight those same bullies every day to show them that I wasn’t taking their bullshit. I wasn’t going to be used as a pawn in their stupid fucking games.
And guess what? I’m not going to be your little pawn either. I’m not intimidated by you. You wanted to step up to me and you did. Now you have to wrestle a match against me. You can’t just stand in the aisle and point at me. You’ve got to stand in the ring and prove you’re better. Your resume may suggest that you are, but I’ll take that resume, wipe my ass with it, and shove it down your throat.
If you want to move back up in AW, you’re going to have to find someone else to walk all over. Just know that Jessie Lee can’t be one of those people. Jessie is mine.
Yes, Jessie, I said that you are mine this Sunday. You see, maybe somebody in my position would be fine just breaking even. Maybe they’d be fine with walking into the match with the Cruiserweight Title and only walking away with that title. Not me. I don’t want to just settle for what I have. I want what you have, too. I don’t want Addy to have it. I want it all for myself.
I already failed once to take the Television Championship from you. One failure is hard enough to take. Two failures would be even harder to swallow, especially against someone like you, someone who claims to know everything about me and what goes through my head.
Let’s be clear: you don’t know the first thing about me, just like I don’t know anything about you and your life. All I know about you is what I see in that ring. I see a great wrestler. I see someone that I haven’t been able to get the best of yet. I see the person who defends the Television Championship with their heart and soul.
Well, when you look at me from across the ring, you also see a great wrestler. You see someone that keeps taking you to the limit. You see someone that values the Cruiserweight Championship as much as you value the Television Championship.
He pauses before exploding with anger.
Driller: And when you look at me this Sunday, you’re going to be looking at the person who is going to take the heart and soul you use to defend that Television Championship and rip them both out of your body! I’m going to rip them up to the point where they can never be mended back together! You want to question my courage?! You want to question my commitment to this sport?! You want to question my intestinal fortitude?! How many questions will you have about what’s inside of me once I tear out everything inside of you?!
The only question that you and Addy A need to ask is how the two of you are going to leave the match against me in one piece!
He calms down and takes a sip of water.
Driller: You know, maybe part of the solution to my problems is to just stay dark and get away from pro wrestling.
The truth is, I can’t. Wrestling is an obsession. It’s a sickness. It’s a disease. It’s an addiction, and I don’t plan on quitting. I’ll feed it until it kills me. If it kills me at Payback, then at least I’ll die knowing that I didn’t let you two run roughshod over me.
I may not know who I am, but dead or alive, I know one thing I will be once my body leaves Greensboro, North Carolina:
A champion.
His mother confirmed what Buck Branson told him.
His father did leave them to become a professional wrestler. She buried his body in Texas instead of bringing it back to Maryland. She figured, if he wanted to be away from them, he could be away from them for eternity.
She swore Buck to secrecy. The only thing Driller enjoyed was wrestling. He wanted to be a wrestler when he grew up. She feared that if Driller found out the truth, it would ruin wrestling for him forever.
When Branson called the house a few weeks ago to talk to her about revealing the truth to Driller, she yelled “Fuck you” and hung up the phone.
Driller feels betrayed. He’s been in the basement for the last two days trying to sort everything out. No one in Action Wrestling has heard from him. Now, he decides to break his silence. He picks up his phone, opens the camera app, and starts recording a video.
Driller: Let’s address the elephant in the room.
Yeah, I went dark for a few days. I’ve got a lot of shit going on personally and I needed a day or two to sort it all out. People who have a problem with that can fuck off.
The thing is, I don’t know what’s real. I don’t know who I am.
I do know one thing: I’m a marked man.
Last week, I had everything to gain and nothing to lose. This week, at Payback, I have everything to gain and EVERYTHING to lose.
Addy A made her intentions clear: she wants the two singles titles she once held back in her possession. She wants to use Jessie Lee and I to get back to a place of prominence in this promotion.
Adelaide, I admire your goals, but you will not be achieving them this Sunday. You see, I’m used to people trying to use me as a stepping stone. I had a lot of bullies growing up, and they thought I was a weak little weirdo because I wasn’t the smartest or the best-groomed. They saw me as an opportunity to make themselves look cooler and more intimidating.
Well, I had to fight those same bullies every day to show them that I wasn’t taking their bullshit. I wasn’t going to be used as a pawn in their stupid fucking games.
And guess what? I’m not going to be your little pawn either. I’m not intimidated by you. You wanted to step up to me and you did. Now you have to wrestle a match against me. You can’t just stand in the aisle and point at me. You’ve got to stand in the ring and prove you’re better. Your resume may suggest that you are, but I’ll take that resume, wipe my ass with it, and shove it down your throat.
If you want to move back up in AW, you’re going to have to find someone else to walk all over. Just know that Jessie Lee can’t be one of those people. Jessie is mine.
Yes, Jessie, I said that you are mine this Sunday. You see, maybe somebody in my position would be fine just breaking even. Maybe they’d be fine with walking into the match with the Cruiserweight Title and only walking away with that title. Not me. I don’t want to just settle for what I have. I want what you have, too. I don’t want Addy to have it. I want it all for myself.
I already failed once to take the Television Championship from you. One failure is hard enough to take. Two failures would be even harder to swallow, especially against someone like you, someone who claims to know everything about me and what goes through my head.
Let’s be clear: you don’t know the first thing about me, just like I don’t know anything about you and your life. All I know about you is what I see in that ring. I see a great wrestler. I see someone that I haven’t been able to get the best of yet. I see the person who defends the Television Championship with their heart and soul.
Well, when you look at me from across the ring, you also see a great wrestler. You see someone that keeps taking you to the limit. You see someone that values the Cruiserweight Championship as much as you value the Television Championship.
He pauses before exploding with anger.
Driller: And when you look at me this Sunday, you’re going to be looking at the person who is going to take the heart and soul you use to defend that Television Championship and rip them both out of your body! I’m going to rip them up to the point where they can never be mended back together! You want to question my courage?! You want to question my commitment to this sport?! You want to question my intestinal fortitude?! How many questions will you have about what’s inside of me once I tear out everything inside of you?!
The only question that you and Addy A need to ask is how the two of you are going to leave the match against me in one piece!
He calms down and takes a sip of water.
Driller: You know, maybe part of the solution to my problems is to just stay dark and get away from pro wrestling.
The truth is, I can’t. Wrestling is an obsession. It’s a sickness. It’s a disease. It’s an addiction, and I don’t plan on quitting. I’ll feed it until it kills me. If it kills me at Payback, then at least I’ll die knowing that I didn’t let you two run roughshod over me.
I may not know who I am, but dead or alive, I know one thing I will be once my body leaves Greensboro, North Carolina:
A champion.