Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2013 5:25:58 GMT -5
"Hello Marty, I might have a plan. Call me back when you get this message."
The voice on the answering machine message was Les Taylor. At one time he had been a large name in the British wrestling scene, acting as one of Keith Williams' biggest foes in front of the camera despite being friendly with him away from the ring. Marty had been a young wrestler when they were at their prime, and he always found it ironic that whilst he had let his hair turn silver gracefully, the former 'British Lion' was still bleaching his 'mane' blonde. It had been a long time since Marty had been across the pond, in his home country of England, where he had never reached any level of notoriety and somehow he doubted that Les was calling to catch-up. Never the less he picked up the phone and dialed in the number to return the phone call. He knew what this phone call would be like, Les talking a mile a minute and not letting him get a word in edgeways. That was just how Les was.
"Marty, Marty, how are ya, pal? Listen, I've got this little gig on the side at ViralPro to be the masked England's manager. And between you, me and the bedpost the rumors are out there mate. You're selling CAW to PWL. Well don'tchu worry sonny jim, the lion always takes care of his cubs. ViralPro aint the only place with rumors going-on. I got in touch with Keith's kid again, and it turns out that he has his father's belt. Not only that, but that psycho chick that owns all the legal rights is back on speaking terms with him, she's the one who gave him the belt. She's wanting to honor Keith's memory, so me and the boy are putting together a deal. We want you in on it with us, when we ressurect the British Wrestling Alliance. It's gonna be tight! We're gonna have real British belts too. The 'Honor' belt specifically for 60 Minute matches, IronMan or Ultimate Submission. The 'Brawl' belt for KnockOut matches, Weapons matches and all that good stuff. You know how we Brits have the bloddiest brawlers of the lot, right guvna? Kid's got his father's belt, a 'real' World title that's been defended all over the world. We're ready to step back onto the global stage. And we want Marty Jones with us all the way - oh sorry, I guess it's Marty St. Cool now, ya big puff. Anyway, I know you've got one more show to do under your CAW banner, and it'll take us a few days to hammar out the details, but think it through lad. You know you belong with the best once again. Remember, like that old saying goes, the sun never sets on the British Empire! Haha, peace!"
What... the actual... Fuck... was that? He didn't even let Marty say one word! But it was certainly an intriguing proposal. Restore the reality of British Wrestling to the modern day business? Sounded like fun. And if there was one thing fans knew about him, is that wherever fun was, 'Party' Marty Jones wasn't far behind...
The voice on the answering machine message was Les Taylor. At one time he had been a large name in the British wrestling scene, acting as one of Keith Williams' biggest foes in front of the camera despite being friendly with him away from the ring. Marty had been a young wrestler when they were at their prime, and he always found it ironic that whilst he had let his hair turn silver gracefully, the former 'British Lion' was still bleaching his 'mane' blonde. It had been a long time since Marty had been across the pond, in his home country of England, where he had never reached any level of notoriety and somehow he doubted that Les was calling to catch-up. Never the less he picked up the phone and dialed in the number to return the phone call. He knew what this phone call would be like, Les talking a mile a minute and not letting him get a word in edgeways. That was just how Les was.
"Marty, Marty, how are ya, pal? Listen, I've got this little gig on the side at ViralPro to be the masked England's manager. And between you, me and the bedpost the rumors are out there mate. You're selling CAW to PWL. Well don'tchu worry sonny jim, the lion always takes care of his cubs. ViralPro aint the only place with rumors going-on. I got in touch with Keith's kid again, and it turns out that he has his father's belt. Not only that, but that psycho chick that owns all the legal rights is back on speaking terms with him, she's the one who gave him the belt. She's wanting to honor Keith's memory, so me and the boy are putting together a deal. We want you in on it with us, when we ressurect the British Wrestling Alliance. It's gonna be tight! We're gonna have real British belts too. The 'Honor' belt specifically for 60 Minute matches, IronMan or Ultimate Submission. The 'Brawl' belt for KnockOut matches, Weapons matches and all that good stuff. You know how we Brits have the bloddiest brawlers of the lot, right guvna? Kid's got his father's belt, a 'real' World title that's been defended all over the world. We're ready to step back onto the global stage. And we want Marty Jones with us all the way - oh sorry, I guess it's Marty St. Cool now, ya big puff. Anyway, I know you've got one more show to do under your CAW banner, and it'll take us a few days to hammar out the details, but think it through lad. You know you belong with the best once again. Remember, like that old saying goes, the sun never sets on the British Empire! Haha, peace!"
What... the actual... Fuck... was that? He didn't even let Marty say one word! But it was certainly an intriguing proposal. Restore the reality of British Wrestling to the modern day business? Sounded like fun. And if there was one thing fans knew about him, is that wherever fun was, 'Party' Marty Jones wasn't far behind...