Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 27, 2017 18:23:17 GMT
He said he would become the commish, and he set out to become the commish, and he became the commish. Like he said he would. And the IWA will never be the same from here on out with Nanook in charge.
The is a buzz in the IWA since it was announced. A buzz that can’t be matched. Is it a good or bad buzz, I couldn’t say. But a buzz it is. Is Amy happy or not, I could not say, but one thing is clear, she won’t be the same.
In the offices of the IWA, where the Commish, Nanook now calls home during the workweek. In his own little office. Will miracles ever seize? Nanook is busy in his office today. The day of moving in is a distance past now. A faded glory day from years gone by. And today, he is working on his first memo to be released to the roster of the IWA. His legs are up on the corner of the desk, his shirt is open, revealing deep scar tissue and stretch marks that run for what seems like miles. A chain runs from his wrist and down and across his desk to his secretary, the entrapped midget from Caligula. Who seems to be a little less for wear. And as he sits in his wooden cage that has been ducked taped back together, Nanook, thinks of what he wants on his memo. A artist in work, he thinks of the right words to say, thinking of a strong opening statement. Something that will catch their eye and grab their attention.
And it comes to him.
“Okay maggot.” Nanook bellows. “Write this down, and you better get it right you half pint half man.”
Nanook clears his throat.
“Dear worthless rubbish carcasses. I am your supreme ruler speaking to each and every one of you. For I am Nanook, your commissioner. I order your fullest attention and take note to what I have to say. As you scum pond life forms may or may not know by now, I am the new man in charge. And I demand that you treat me like a god, for a god I am. A man of great power and knowledge that no one before me have ever possessed. I may look down onto you and walk over you as you bow before me and pay respects, but I will assure you now, that I do not think of anything less of you. Everyone is a fresh young seal on the virgin ice looking for his mother, yearning for her tit to suckle on her god giving gift of milk. And as the seal cries for help, as I bash it’s fucking brains in, remember. I think of you all the same.”
Nanook pauses as the midget finishes up writing.
“Did you get that worm?”
“yes-yes sir.” The midget responds with.
“Very good then, I will spare you a beating. Now continuing on.” Nanook says. “There will be some changes here in the IWA. Nothing to big that they will effect every day life in the IWA. First and foremost, the IWA will be renamed CNP Wrestling federation. Complete Nanook Power for the ones who don’t have the brain power to figure that out. Secondly. All female performers, if that is what you call these little girls, will from this day forward, will have to wrestle in the ring topless like the guys. The tops you wear to cover your flat, artificial inflated breasts are a distraction and the show will be much better if those god damn disgusting tops were just gone away with. And thirdly. The man they call Donnie Cole will be forever banned from the CNP for his use of Midgets, which have been banned from the CNP. Half developed people should never exists and should be hunted and murdered where they are found to rid the world of a plague and make this planet a better place to live, where a pure bread of beings live and rule......forever.”
Nanook’s eyes glaze over as he lost in thought. The midget awaits for his next words, which don’t come.
“Sir.” he says as Nanook is lost in thought. Nanook doesn’t answer.
“Sir?” He ask again. And still nothing. A tear forms in his eye as he knows the end of his life is soon upon him..........................................................
The is a buzz in the IWA since it was announced. A buzz that can’t be matched. Is it a good or bad buzz, I couldn’t say. But a buzz it is. Is Amy happy or not, I could not say, but one thing is clear, she won’t be the same.
In the offices of the IWA, where the Commish, Nanook now calls home during the workweek. In his own little office. Will miracles ever seize? Nanook is busy in his office today. The day of moving in is a distance past now. A faded glory day from years gone by. And today, he is working on his first memo to be released to the roster of the IWA. His legs are up on the corner of the desk, his shirt is open, revealing deep scar tissue and stretch marks that run for what seems like miles. A chain runs from his wrist and down and across his desk to his secretary, the entrapped midget from Caligula. Who seems to be a little less for wear. And as he sits in his wooden cage that has been ducked taped back together, Nanook, thinks of what he wants on his memo. A artist in work, he thinks of the right words to say, thinking of a strong opening statement. Something that will catch their eye and grab their attention.
And it comes to him.
“Okay maggot.” Nanook bellows. “Write this down, and you better get it right you half pint half man.”
Nanook clears his throat.
“Dear worthless rubbish carcasses. I am your supreme ruler speaking to each and every one of you. For I am Nanook, your commissioner. I order your fullest attention and take note to what I have to say. As you scum pond life forms may or may not know by now, I am the new man in charge. And I demand that you treat me like a god, for a god I am. A man of great power and knowledge that no one before me have ever possessed. I may look down onto you and walk over you as you bow before me and pay respects, but I will assure you now, that I do not think of anything less of you. Everyone is a fresh young seal on the virgin ice looking for his mother, yearning for her tit to suckle on her god giving gift of milk. And as the seal cries for help, as I bash it’s fucking brains in, remember. I think of you all the same.”
Nanook pauses as the midget finishes up writing.
“Did you get that worm?”
“yes-yes sir.” The midget responds with.
“Very good then, I will spare you a beating. Now continuing on.” Nanook says. “There will be some changes here in the IWA. Nothing to big that they will effect every day life in the IWA. First and foremost, the IWA will be renamed CNP Wrestling federation. Complete Nanook Power for the ones who don’t have the brain power to figure that out. Secondly. All female performers, if that is what you call these little girls, will from this day forward, will have to wrestle in the ring topless like the guys. The tops you wear to cover your flat, artificial inflated breasts are a distraction and the show will be much better if those god damn disgusting tops were just gone away with. And thirdly. The man they call Donnie Cole will be forever banned from the CNP for his use of Midgets, which have been banned from the CNP. Half developed people should never exists and should be hunted and murdered where they are found to rid the world of a plague and make this planet a better place to live, where a pure bread of beings live and rule......forever.”
Nanook’s eyes glaze over as he lost in thought. The midget awaits for his next words, which don’t come.
“Sir.” he says as Nanook is lost in thought. Nanook doesn’t answer.
“Sir?” He ask again. And still nothing. A tear forms in his eye as he knows the end of his life is soon upon him..........................................................