Post by Cameron Stone on Aug 6, 2019 14:43:51 GMT -5
So yeah this blows. Sorry to disappoint. But with the current life situation, it's all I can manage. crap went from 0-100 on the bad scale basically overnight. I literally just wrote this, from a blank page in 63 minutes. I already Know I won't have additional time to do more before deadline so figured I may as well post it.
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As the light, midnight breeze blew across his skin, Cameron Stone felt refreshed. Hell wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be, he chuckled to himself, puffing on his cigar out on his motel balcony. Of course smoking on the property wasn’t technically allowed, but he had picked a dive motel for a reason. The manager didn’t care, especially considering he was likely used to far worse occurrences happening in these rooms on a frequent basis. Cameron had also chosen this place because it was cheap. He may have a lot of money, but he was still budget conscious. Growing up poor can have two effects once you actually have money. It is easy to spend way too much, getting a high off actually having money to spend. Or, such as in his case, you can grow to be extremely frugal. Cameron had lived simply, and thus, had simple needs.
Additionally, choosing a dive was a way to maintain a low profile. Cameron loved interacting with fans, both of his wrestling work, and of his film career. But sometimes he just wanted some peace. This was one of those times. He just wanted to relax and prepare for his match. People didn’t expect someone like him to stay in a dive. They expect him to be in the nicest hotels. In his usual fashion, he had travelled to the location of the show much earlier than he had to, to adjust and get the lay of the land. This time that place being Hell, Michigan. He had flown into Detroit, and rented a car, and drove to Hell, just to avoid the attention.
He should be sleeping, but instead here he was, awake at ten past midnight. Lifting his other hand, he took a small sip of his whiskey, just a basic Crown Royal. Nothing beat the midnight whiskey and cigar. Cameron was In a good mood from earlier, having had a nice phone call with his wife Christy. Their relationship was a bit strained from him being away so much. She thought she’d be able to handle it, but taking care of their young daughter Sarah had proven to be extremely stressful. Which was the key reason Cameron was taking a bit of a break from the movies. He’d still take smaller projects, but he wanted to take a year or so off, so that he could go home and re-establish his marriage to its full strength, and to spend some quality time with his daughter. This was time he could never get back, and only seeing them a couple months a year just wasn’t cutting it. If Christy had been willing to move to Los Angeles, it would be different, but she didn’t want to. Cameron wasn’t the type to push it. Christy had been nothing but supportive of him, and he wanted to pay back that support now.
Which is why the WFWF return, even if it would only be a match or two, was such a blessing. He had hated the way him and the company had parted terms, and the lawsuit he had filed, while regrettable, was necessary. He didn’t want to bend the company over. He really didn’t. So the settlement was something he was particularly pleased with. He didn’t want a lump sum monetary payment. That helps nobody. It’s less money for the other talent, and he wouldn’t get to step foot in the ring there anymore. He had that fun match in Japan he had done in his time away, and he loved it there, but he couldn’t do that often. So at least if he was handsomely paid to perform in the WFWF, they got something out of it by having him on the card. Full control of his opponents and match stipulations was a huge deal to him as well, so much so he had sacrificed a lot of financial incentive for it to be included. But he wanted the right fit. He wasn’t back to win titles, or get in bitter, personal feuds, despite the best attempts by people such as Needles to draw him in to one with an unprovoked attack at Superbrawl. No, Cameron just wanted to have fun, face some interesting opponents, and make the fans happy. He even wanted to move away from the overly violent, hardcore bullcrap. He didn’t need to be doing that anymore. The stipulation control was supposed to help avoid that, and have interesting match types that might be different. Regrettably, his first show was a stipulation heavy one, and he had to pick something.
Hence the bull rope match. It would be physical and violent, but not in the same way as using chairs and weapons. He and Devilkiller were both big guys, pretty much identical. So Cameron wanted to see what would happen if the two of them were tied together and had a good old fashioned hoss fight. Add in the bonus that it wasn’t a match style the WFWF had really explored, and Cameron was loving it. It was something fresh and new. Not to mention, Devilkiller was an exciting opponent. Their paths had never really crossed, and he had always shown potential. He knew they’d beat the absolute hell out of each other, and there wouldn’t be anywhere to run when they were attached together. Taking another puff of his cigar, Cameron began thinking about how intense this match would be. Devilkiller had a lot to prove, having recently come back himself, and getting a win over a bigger name, even an inactive one, would be a big deal to him. From Cameron’s perspective, losing his return would be a huge disappointment, and lessen the impact any future matches of his would have. Plus there was that whole pride thing. It would be a huge night for one of them, and an absolutely devastating one for the other. Those thoughts were likely the root cause of his insomnia tonight, he chuckled to himself. As he took another sit of his drink, Cameron could feel his stomach grumble a little. He hadn’t eaten for a good while.
Eyeing the 7-11 that was just across the street, Cameron let out a small groan. He really shouldn’t be eating food from a place like that, but he had forgotten to load up on healthier options. Deciding he could cheat for one night, he shrugged to nobody except himself, and stood up. His foot had begun to fall asleep, so he vigorously shook it a few times to get the blood flowing again, then set his glass down on the balcony railing. Dropping his cigar into the remainder of the whiskey to put it out, he began walking along the balcony to the stairs, and began his short walk over to the convenience store.
The following is a video posted to the official twitter account of Cameron Stone:
So, here we are at last. Back in the WFWF. Again. We all know I’ve had more “retirement” matches than everyone else combined, so let’s not act surprised that I’m back again. The thing is, this time, I’m here on MY terms. I had no idea who I wanted to face, so I figured why not do the clichéd, but tried and true, open challenge concept. And it’s the one, the only, Devilkiller who happened to answer! I’m actually pretty excited. I love this match on paper. We’re both big boys, and similar accolades in a way. Both former National Champions. Though he is one of the longest reigning ever, and I lost it I my first defense. In fairness, I lost to Joe Bishop, literally one of the best on the planet when he’s on his game, and I had no chance against him back then. But I also have an International Championship to my name, and I have main evented a Superbrawl inside the elimination chamber.
About that, you know It’s funny because I constantly get told I didn’t deserve that spot. That I wasn’t good enough. And those people are probably correct. But here’s the thing: I was in the spot anyway. You know why? Because I’m smart. I know how to game the system. I know how to play the game. Even in a losing streak, I can keep myself interesting and relevant. And people will pay to see me. And when people will pay to see you, suddenly you have leverage. Maybe I don’t strictly deserve those spots. But if the WFWF can make a profit putting me in them, at the end of the day, they’re a business.
Drakz may have been above my level back in the day when we fought, but I put in the work, and got people interested in seeing us fight. So suddenly, Drakz can make money fighting me. So I face Drakz. It’s simple really. You need to make yourself in demand. And baby let me tell you, I’m always in demand. I got name recognition and brand value. You don’t have either DK. Fans see Devilkiller on the card, they go, hey, that’s cool. They see me on the card, they open their wallets. Now, if you beat me, you significantly upgrade your status. And you improve your brand. If I beat you though, you’re just in the same place you are now. Treading water.
And I have nothing to lose really. Say you beat me. I go away for a couple months, which makes people miss me, because they aren’t seeing me each and every week and getting sick of my schtick. And plus, I have a ready built rematch with you in the wings that I can build as my redemption arc. That’s my secret. I always have a hook. A reason to come back, a story to tell. That’s why I’m simply better than you. So what do you got big man? I’ll be waiting to find out. I’ll see you in Hell, and that’s set in Stone.
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As the light, midnight breeze blew across his skin, Cameron Stone felt refreshed. Hell wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be, he chuckled to himself, puffing on his cigar out on his motel balcony. Of course smoking on the property wasn’t technically allowed, but he had picked a dive motel for a reason. The manager didn’t care, especially considering he was likely used to far worse occurrences happening in these rooms on a frequent basis. Cameron had also chosen this place because it was cheap. He may have a lot of money, but he was still budget conscious. Growing up poor can have two effects once you actually have money. It is easy to spend way too much, getting a high off actually having money to spend. Or, such as in his case, you can grow to be extremely frugal. Cameron had lived simply, and thus, had simple needs.
Additionally, choosing a dive was a way to maintain a low profile. Cameron loved interacting with fans, both of his wrestling work, and of his film career. But sometimes he just wanted some peace. This was one of those times. He just wanted to relax and prepare for his match. People didn’t expect someone like him to stay in a dive. They expect him to be in the nicest hotels. In his usual fashion, he had travelled to the location of the show much earlier than he had to, to adjust and get the lay of the land. This time that place being Hell, Michigan. He had flown into Detroit, and rented a car, and drove to Hell, just to avoid the attention.
He should be sleeping, but instead here he was, awake at ten past midnight. Lifting his other hand, he took a small sip of his whiskey, just a basic Crown Royal. Nothing beat the midnight whiskey and cigar. Cameron was In a good mood from earlier, having had a nice phone call with his wife Christy. Their relationship was a bit strained from him being away so much. She thought she’d be able to handle it, but taking care of their young daughter Sarah had proven to be extremely stressful. Which was the key reason Cameron was taking a bit of a break from the movies. He’d still take smaller projects, but he wanted to take a year or so off, so that he could go home and re-establish his marriage to its full strength, and to spend some quality time with his daughter. This was time he could never get back, and only seeing them a couple months a year just wasn’t cutting it. If Christy had been willing to move to Los Angeles, it would be different, but she didn’t want to. Cameron wasn’t the type to push it. Christy had been nothing but supportive of him, and he wanted to pay back that support now.
Which is why the WFWF return, even if it would only be a match or two, was such a blessing. He had hated the way him and the company had parted terms, and the lawsuit he had filed, while regrettable, was necessary. He didn’t want to bend the company over. He really didn’t. So the settlement was something he was particularly pleased with. He didn’t want a lump sum monetary payment. That helps nobody. It’s less money for the other talent, and he wouldn’t get to step foot in the ring there anymore. He had that fun match in Japan he had done in his time away, and he loved it there, but he couldn’t do that often. So at least if he was handsomely paid to perform in the WFWF, they got something out of it by having him on the card. Full control of his opponents and match stipulations was a huge deal to him as well, so much so he had sacrificed a lot of financial incentive for it to be included. But he wanted the right fit. He wasn’t back to win titles, or get in bitter, personal feuds, despite the best attempts by people such as Needles to draw him in to one with an unprovoked attack at Superbrawl. No, Cameron just wanted to have fun, face some interesting opponents, and make the fans happy. He even wanted to move away from the overly violent, hardcore bullcrap. He didn’t need to be doing that anymore. The stipulation control was supposed to help avoid that, and have interesting match types that might be different. Regrettably, his first show was a stipulation heavy one, and he had to pick something.
Hence the bull rope match. It would be physical and violent, but not in the same way as using chairs and weapons. He and Devilkiller were both big guys, pretty much identical. So Cameron wanted to see what would happen if the two of them were tied together and had a good old fashioned hoss fight. Add in the bonus that it wasn’t a match style the WFWF had really explored, and Cameron was loving it. It was something fresh and new. Not to mention, Devilkiller was an exciting opponent. Their paths had never really crossed, and he had always shown potential. He knew they’d beat the absolute hell out of each other, and there wouldn’t be anywhere to run when they were attached together. Taking another puff of his cigar, Cameron began thinking about how intense this match would be. Devilkiller had a lot to prove, having recently come back himself, and getting a win over a bigger name, even an inactive one, would be a big deal to him. From Cameron’s perspective, losing his return would be a huge disappointment, and lessen the impact any future matches of his would have. Plus there was that whole pride thing. It would be a huge night for one of them, and an absolutely devastating one for the other. Those thoughts were likely the root cause of his insomnia tonight, he chuckled to himself. As he took another sit of his drink, Cameron could feel his stomach grumble a little. He hadn’t eaten for a good while.
Eyeing the 7-11 that was just across the street, Cameron let out a small groan. He really shouldn’t be eating food from a place like that, but he had forgotten to load up on healthier options. Deciding he could cheat for one night, he shrugged to nobody except himself, and stood up. His foot had begun to fall asleep, so he vigorously shook it a few times to get the blood flowing again, then set his glass down on the balcony railing. Dropping his cigar into the remainder of the whiskey to put it out, he began walking along the balcony to the stairs, and began his short walk over to the convenience store.
The following is a video posted to the official twitter account of Cameron Stone:
So, here we are at last. Back in the WFWF. Again. We all know I’ve had more “retirement” matches than everyone else combined, so let’s not act surprised that I’m back again. The thing is, this time, I’m here on MY terms. I had no idea who I wanted to face, so I figured why not do the clichéd, but tried and true, open challenge concept. And it’s the one, the only, Devilkiller who happened to answer! I’m actually pretty excited. I love this match on paper. We’re both big boys, and similar accolades in a way. Both former National Champions. Though he is one of the longest reigning ever, and I lost it I my first defense. In fairness, I lost to Joe Bishop, literally one of the best on the planet when he’s on his game, and I had no chance against him back then. But I also have an International Championship to my name, and I have main evented a Superbrawl inside the elimination chamber.
About that, you know It’s funny because I constantly get told I didn’t deserve that spot. That I wasn’t good enough. And those people are probably correct. But here’s the thing: I was in the spot anyway. You know why? Because I’m smart. I know how to game the system. I know how to play the game. Even in a losing streak, I can keep myself interesting and relevant. And people will pay to see me. And when people will pay to see you, suddenly you have leverage. Maybe I don’t strictly deserve those spots. But if the WFWF can make a profit putting me in them, at the end of the day, they’re a business.
Drakz may have been above my level back in the day when we fought, but I put in the work, and got people interested in seeing us fight. So suddenly, Drakz can make money fighting me. So I face Drakz. It’s simple really. You need to make yourself in demand. And baby let me tell you, I’m always in demand. I got name recognition and brand value. You don’t have either DK. Fans see Devilkiller on the card, they go, hey, that’s cool. They see me on the card, they open their wallets. Now, if you beat me, you significantly upgrade your status. And you improve your brand. If I beat you though, you’re just in the same place you are now. Treading water.
And I have nothing to lose really. Say you beat me. I go away for a couple months, which makes people miss me, because they aren’t seeing me each and every week and getting sick of my schtick. And plus, I have a ready built rematch with you in the wings that I can build as my redemption arc. That’s my secret. I always have a hook. A reason to come back, a story to tell. That’s why I’m simply better than you. So what do you got big man? I’ll be waiting to find out. I’ll see you in Hell, and that’s set in Stone.
I dont know good luck 
