Post by wmh on Aug 26, 2024 23:21:26 GMT
A well-kept, single-story brick house sits on a quiet suburban street in Oklahoma City, its neatly trimmed lawn bordered by blooming flower beds. The white shutters and matching front door give it a clean, classic look, while a small American flag waves gently from the porch. Inside, the decor is simple yet tasteful, with warm hardwood floors and family photos lining the walls.
William Miller Harris stands in his Oklahoma City home, his eyes narrowing with intensity.
William Miller Harris: Metallica Panther II? A Mexican wrestler? Give me a break. These guys come in with their masks, flying around like circus acts, thinking they can match up to a real wrestler. But I'm the far superior heavy-middleweight in the world, and I'm gonna prove it.
The walls are adorned with old wrestling posters, championship belts, and memorabilia, all testaments to his long and storied career.
William Miller Harris: I've been in this business longer than most of these kids have been alive. I've fought the best and beaten the best. I'm not just stronger, I'm smarter, more cunning. You think a guy like Metallica Panther II stands a chance against me? Not a chance in hell. This World Heavy-Middleweight Title Tournament on August 31st in Stockton-On-Tees? It's gonna be a cakewalk. Metallica Panther II, you’re just the first victim. I'm gonna run through you, then every other so-called contender until that title is mine. And let me tell you, this will be the only time you people in the UK will see me. Once I have that belt, I’m taking it back home to the USA, where it belongs, and I’ll defend it on my turf, against real competition.
A heavy thud as he slams his fist into his palm, the force reverberating through the room.
William Miller Harris: You think you can outsmart me? Outsmart the man who’s been in this game for over two decades? I’ve seen it all, done it all, and I’m still standing, stronger than ever. There’s no respect for you, no respect for your family, and no respect for your country. This is my time, my moment, and I will not be denied.
Fade to black.
William Miller Harris stands in his Oklahoma City home, his eyes narrowing with intensity.
William Miller Harris: Metallica Panther II? A Mexican wrestler? Give me a break. These guys come in with their masks, flying around like circus acts, thinking they can match up to a real wrestler. But I'm the far superior heavy-middleweight in the world, and I'm gonna prove it.
The walls are adorned with old wrestling posters, championship belts, and memorabilia, all testaments to his long and storied career.
William Miller Harris: I've been in this business longer than most of these kids have been alive. I've fought the best and beaten the best. I'm not just stronger, I'm smarter, more cunning. You think a guy like Metallica Panther II stands a chance against me? Not a chance in hell. This World Heavy-Middleweight Title Tournament on August 31st in Stockton-On-Tees? It's gonna be a cakewalk. Metallica Panther II, you’re just the first victim. I'm gonna run through you, then every other so-called contender until that title is mine. And let me tell you, this will be the only time you people in the UK will see me. Once I have that belt, I’m taking it back home to the USA, where it belongs, and I’ll defend it on my turf, against real competition.
A heavy thud as he slams his fist into his palm, the force reverberating through the room.
William Miller Harris: You think you can outsmart me? Outsmart the man who’s been in this game for over two decades? I’ve seen it all, done it all, and I’m still standing, stronger than ever. There’s no respect for you, no respect for your family, and no respect for your country. This is my time, my moment, and I will not be denied.
Fade to black.