Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2013 14:32:52 GMT -5
Backstage between matches we see the arrival of a white limo. The driver runs out and around, opening the door for a blonde haired man to step out.
Ugh, please do hurry up next time. You can't keep a man of my stature and fortune waiting. Now these foolish people of Miami, I can keep them waiting all night if I wanted to.
The driver apologizes quickly and repeatedly as he hurries to fetch the rolling suitcase for the man.
Now, if you'll hurry with those bags, and get them to my change room, I can get this over and done with, and flee this wretched town on my personal jet before I catch some sort of American virus that will make me ill, and slash my IQ drastically.
The driver runs with the suitcase to the nearest employee asking where to take the suitcase. After getting directions, he sprints in the direction as to not anger his employer any more then he already has.
In the mean time, a camera man is noticed by the visibly wealthy man, and recruited to film the arrival, and his words.
You there, with the camera. Come here and film me, and make sure they can all see and hear me.
Let me know when we're good and live!
We are?
Good!
Alright you peasant Americans. It's about time you were all blessed by my presence, and privileged enough to witness what real wrestling is, and what it is all about. So if any of you halfwit glamorized "entertainers" with stars in your eyes and rocks in your heads want to engage in combat here tonight, and attempt to make a real name for yourself. Then I suggest you lace up your boots extra tight, and await my arrival in the very ring I will be blessing tonight.
Now, for those of you who don't posses the capabilities of accessing the internet, I will introduce myself to you now.
My name, is William Roderick. I am the crown jewel of British Wrestling, and the current 415 day reigning champion of "Elite Wrestling Entertainment". If you have ANY sense about you, by now you would be running to your laptop, personal computer, or using those cellular devices you would rather own, then a personal trainer. You would be looking up my name on the youtube, and seeing what should be at the very least a 30 minute highlight montage of my personal accomplishments in the ring. After that, you should probably gather your wits, and tuck tail and run, or prepare for a proper beating.
I'm not promising you a flashy spectacle of flips and somersaults, nor standing on my head doing kicks. I'm not into that acrobatic nonsense. What I am promising, is a full on stretching between throws and slams which will turn your innards to a pile of mush. That is the proper way of engaging in a wrestling match, and you can count on just that. Now if you will excuse me, I have a contest to dress for, and a world of nitwits to educate further.
With that the camera man lowers the camera as William Roderick hands him a crisp $100, thanking him for his feeble minded efforts at holding the camera straight.
Ugh, please do hurry up next time. You can't keep a man of my stature and fortune waiting. Now these foolish people of Miami, I can keep them waiting all night if I wanted to.
The driver apologizes quickly and repeatedly as he hurries to fetch the rolling suitcase for the man.
Now, if you'll hurry with those bags, and get them to my change room, I can get this over and done with, and flee this wretched town on my personal jet before I catch some sort of American virus that will make me ill, and slash my IQ drastically.
The driver runs with the suitcase to the nearest employee asking where to take the suitcase. After getting directions, he sprints in the direction as to not anger his employer any more then he already has.
In the mean time, a camera man is noticed by the visibly wealthy man, and recruited to film the arrival, and his words.
You there, with the camera. Come here and film me, and make sure they can all see and hear me.
Let me know when we're good and live!
We are?
Good!
Alright you peasant Americans. It's about time you were all blessed by my presence, and privileged enough to witness what real wrestling is, and what it is all about. So if any of you halfwit glamorized "entertainers" with stars in your eyes and rocks in your heads want to engage in combat here tonight, and attempt to make a real name for yourself. Then I suggest you lace up your boots extra tight, and await my arrival in the very ring I will be blessing tonight.
Now, for those of you who don't posses the capabilities of accessing the internet, I will introduce myself to you now.
My name, is William Roderick. I am the crown jewel of British Wrestling, and the current 415 day reigning champion of "Elite Wrestling Entertainment". If you have ANY sense about you, by now you would be running to your laptop, personal computer, or using those cellular devices you would rather own, then a personal trainer. You would be looking up my name on the youtube, and seeing what should be at the very least a 30 minute highlight montage of my personal accomplishments in the ring. After that, you should probably gather your wits, and tuck tail and run, or prepare for a proper beating.
I'm not promising you a flashy spectacle of flips and somersaults, nor standing on my head doing kicks. I'm not into that acrobatic nonsense. What I am promising, is a full on stretching between throws and slams which will turn your innards to a pile of mush. That is the proper way of engaging in a wrestling match, and you can count on just that. Now if you will excuse me, I have a contest to dress for, and a world of nitwits to educate further.
With that the camera man lowers the camera as William Roderick hands him a crisp $100, thanking him for his feeble minded efforts at holding the camera straight.