Post by brodygates on Sept 23, 2015 19:39:51 GMT -5
A camera cuts on to show a room, lavishly adorned with the finer things in life. A tiger skin rug, a table full of different sizes of decanters of different colors of liquids. On a small end table. a ticker tape machine is rattling off a large stream of paper. Next to this table in an over sized leather arm chair sits a man. Rings on each index finger, one gold, one platinum. A goblet of whiskey sits in his left hand, suit jacket draped over the left side of the chair. As he notices the camera, he stands.
*sigh* I cant believe Bishop is making me do this... I thought he was better than this.... Making me wrestle an "alien", a white Rastafarian, and what in the seven layers of Hell is a Reno Mustang? The other want to be wrestlers aren't even worth my time to warrant me trying to figure out who they want to be. Well Ive got news for the other competitors in this match. I am the only real man in this match. Allow me to rephrase. I am the only GENTLEMAN in this match. With that distinction, that automatically makes me above all the other competitors. This match is just a formality. My physical prowess is too great to be overcome, and they all will learn at The Christening that broken legs heal a lot quicker than broken hearts.
Back to the match though... Bishop... Where did you dig these pretenders from? I mean come on, don't you remember Chicago? You know as well as I that belt is mine. I should be awarded it based on merit alone... Clearly i chose poorly when accepting your offer... BUT, this match is going to be easier than selling junk stock to an old lady. I mean lets face it Bish. Who do you want representing your company? An Anglo-Saxon man in a green mask who's obviously taken one too many head bumps in training and believes hes from Uranus or something bogus. Are you even sure that hes a documented United States citizen? A WHITE RASTAFARIAN?!?! Bish. Brother. Are you serious? Did you just pick random strangers off the street, teach them how to run the ropes, and let them choose a gimmick? Jesus Bish. Ive seen more creativity on one of those "McDonalds" wrappers you used to love so much. And Reno Mustang..... *bursts out into uncontrollable laughter, having to hold himself up on the armchair, wipes tears away* Oh man... moving on.
Bish, look at me. This is the kind of champion YOU want. You want a top flight wrestling company? You need a top tier champion. A handsome, successful, well dressed AND groomed, debonair, wealthy man who all the guys envy and all the ladies lust after. Whos going to be able to put more people in the seats? Whos going to be able to answer that call? You know all the answers to the questions here. The answers are CLEAR to any rational human being. But im giving YOU the opportunity to do the right thing here. Just award me the championship, fire all these "wrestlers", and we can build this company. Together. And if not... Well i could just buy this company out from under you if i truly desired. Life has been great to me, just ask your ex-wife.
Cell phone rings.... Excuse me. I have important business.... "Yes Wadsworth.... What? Hang on, ive gotta call you back...."
BISHOP! WHAT IN THE HELL!?!?! WHAT KIND OF MATCH IS THIS?!?! You MUST have plucked these wrestlers from that disgusting pool of runoff, the "Inner Harbor" If theyre crazy enough to do this match. I think it may be you that took too many head bumps.... Man.. *runs hand through closely cropped hair* Ok. You know what Bish? Im in. I want in on this match. Im going to end it quickly. Not because thats exactly whats going to happen, but because you were as irresponsible enough to allow these greenhorns to wrestle in a match of this caliber. Ill be able to beat some sense into my fellow "competitors" and hopefully save some of them from themselves and get them out of this business, save them from YOU, and become Champion all in one night....
To all the real Gentlemen out there, just remember. Money DOES buy happiness. Money DOES make the world go 'round. And Bish? MY money will put the Underground Wrestling Federation on top of the world... only IF I decide to make that happen....
*sigh* I cant believe Bishop is making me do this... I thought he was better than this.... Making me wrestle an "alien", a white Rastafarian, and what in the seven layers of Hell is a Reno Mustang? The other want to be wrestlers aren't even worth my time to warrant me trying to figure out who they want to be. Well Ive got news for the other competitors in this match. I am the only real man in this match. Allow me to rephrase. I am the only GENTLEMAN in this match. With that distinction, that automatically makes me above all the other competitors. This match is just a formality. My physical prowess is too great to be overcome, and they all will learn at The Christening that broken legs heal a lot quicker than broken hearts.
Back to the match though... Bishop... Where did you dig these pretenders from? I mean come on, don't you remember Chicago? You know as well as I that belt is mine. I should be awarded it based on merit alone... Clearly i chose poorly when accepting your offer... BUT, this match is going to be easier than selling junk stock to an old lady. I mean lets face it Bish. Who do you want representing your company? An Anglo-Saxon man in a green mask who's obviously taken one too many head bumps in training and believes hes from Uranus or something bogus. Are you even sure that hes a documented United States citizen? A WHITE RASTAFARIAN?!?! Bish. Brother. Are you serious? Did you just pick random strangers off the street, teach them how to run the ropes, and let them choose a gimmick? Jesus Bish. Ive seen more creativity on one of those "McDonalds" wrappers you used to love so much. And Reno Mustang..... *bursts out into uncontrollable laughter, having to hold himself up on the armchair, wipes tears away* Oh man... moving on.
Bish, look at me. This is the kind of champion YOU want. You want a top flight wrestling company? You need a top tier champion. A handsome, successful, well dressed AND groomed, debonair, wealthy man who all the guys envy and all the ladies lust after. Whos going to be able to put more people in the seats? Whos going to be able to answer that call? You know all the answers to the questions here. The answers are CLEAR to any rational human being. But im giving YOU the opportunity to do the right thing here. Just award me the championship, fire all these "wrestlers", and we can build this company. Together. And if not... Well i could just buy this company out from under you if i truly desired. Life has been great to me, just ask your ex-wife.
Cell phone rings.... Excuse me. I have important business.... "Yes Wadsworth.... What? Hang on, ive gotta call you back...."
BISHOP! WHAT IN THE HELL!?!?! WHAT KIND OF MATCH IS THIS?!?! You MUST have plucked these wrestlers from that disgusting pool of runoff, the "Inner Harbor" If theyre crazy enough to do this match. I think it may be you that took too many head bumps.... Man.. *runs hand through closely cropped hair* Ok. You know what Bish? Im in. I want in on this match. Im going to end it quickly. Not because thats exactly whats going to happen, but because you were as irresponsible enough to allow these greenhorns to wrestle in a match of this caliber. Ill be able to beat some sense into my fellow "competitors" and hopefully save some of them from themselves and get them out of this business, save them from YOU, and become Champion all in one night....
To all the real Gentlemen out there, just remember. Money DOES buy happiness. Money DOES make the world go 'round. And Bish? MY money will put the Underground Wrestling Federation on top of the world... only IF I decide to make that happen....