Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 27, 2017 19:48:13 GMT
Sunday Night, what else can we say, but, Oh my. Thursday has come and gone, and so has all the action, the events as you will, that is, was Thursday night. After the show was all done, we were all left with the feeling of, Who is Stu Price? And what is up with the head booker. But life goes on, and so will Sunday night.
The old red beat up Chevy truck pulls up in the back of the arena, It’s some few hours from show time. And the fans of the WWCW have all gathered early to get that picture of their favorite super star entering the building. They line up like sheep, hoping, waiting to see Red Dragon, The Icon, maybe even Johnny Catchphrase. And who wouldn’t, They all kiss the fan’s asses. Red Dragon is a champion of two separate feds, The Icon is a past champion, and Johnny,. well, he has the boyish looks, the golden blonde hair, the makings of a Shawn Michaels, but little do all these morons know, is that, he is gay.
And then, their is Todd. Hated by all, poked fun by all, talked behind his back by all. And why?
Just cause he has a house mate, A close personal friend doesn’t mean that they are gay. Look at Red Dragon, he has a army of close personal friends and nothing is said about that. Kinda give you that feeling of “What the fuck?” But, none the less, the whole fed as a whole loves to point and poke fun at him and Tory. Hell even the “staff” of the WWCW went has far to book and make Tory fight in a match, a match in which he could have been hurt in. This is a man, who broke his neck some 5 years ago and had to retire.
Todd pulls up in the truck, opens the door and is blasted by the booing that follows as soda cans are tossed down towards him. Todd jumps back into the truck as soda cans and shit hits his truck. The sound of the crowd and their dislike for him filters into the truck. Todd sits there, alone, quite, waiting for them to grow up.
“bunch of fucking Git’s” Todd thinks to himself. “Damn it, I hate putting up with this shit every week, the WWCW better do something about this.”
Finally, arena security comes and breaks it up. Todd steps out of his covered in shit truck. Slamming the door he enters the arena. But today is different than any other time, for today, he has a top hat.
What would that do with anything you ask? I’m not too sure.
Some time later.........................................
Bruce Jones is waiting for Todd to show up for a little thing called the promo. And, soon enough, Todd shows up, wearing the top hat. Bruce says nothing as he too, hates Todd but Todd want this time so basically, he had no choice about it.
Bruce: “Welcome.” He says as he sticks the mic in Todd’s face. Todd stares at him and in his mind he is thinking, “Come ass, do your fucking job.”
“Hello Bruce, how are you?” Todd says, keeping the anger at bay.
“Okay, you?” Bruce says again as he sticks the mic in his face again.
“Fine.” Todd says.
“So what’s on your mind tonight.” Bruce says, not even giving him the proper intro. Todd places his hands on his hips, “Okay now, asshole.” floats around in his mind. “Can we start?” Todd says.
“We have. What you want to say?” Bruce says.
“Okay.” Todd says, usually, it is the wrestler that gives the announcer the hard time, but never the other way around before. Todd turns around, rubs his chin and thinks for a second, a brief second.
“You know Bruce, First, You say hello, then you shove that mic in my face, okay, this is after the fucking fans trashed my truck outside and I had to wait before they were pushed back before I could enter this hell hole. I ask for some time to cut a promo, and I get the run around, and finally, when I am granted one, I am treated like shit.”
“So...what’s you point Todd?” Bruce says.
Todd shakes his head a bit, “Yup.” He thinks. “Gonna have to do it.”
Todd turns and blasts Bruce in the face with a round house right. Bruce is caught off guard and falls like a heavy sack to the floor. Todd stands over him as WWCW officials rush the area and push Todd away. The officials tend to Bruce who’s nose is broken. Todd is pushed away and he slowly turns around.
Standing their is the woman they call Cobalt, her arms crossed, tapping her foot. Todd looks up at her, staring into her eyes, full of hatred, And the same can be said about Cobalt.
Lets play a game, 20 degrees of separation.
Here it is in a nut shell.
How do Cobalt and Todd know each other? That is simple.
4 years ago, Todd was a superstar in Japan, a big shot, holder of many titles, only lost once in many matches, but wanted to be someone in the states. One of his biggest feuds was a monster named Chamber. They fought many times, Chamber is the step brother to Cobalt. Cobalt, was the one person to win Todd’s vacated XWF Untied States championship title when he beat Lance Freemen for the XWF World title. Todd lost such title two weeks later, wanted his old title back, a title held for a long time, but was fired instead, and to this day, He swears he could have beaten Cobalt for his title, something that was never able to happen till this day.
“ Ye stupid fook , interfere in any of my matches again and you’ll pay dearly. In fact I have little or no intention of stepping into that ring we ye now as yer damn partner.I just want to let your sorry, conceited , egotistical , pimply foul mouthed ass get dragged all over the fookin ring , hell I don‘t care if they bend you over and rape you...... I haven’t forgotten the shite ye used ta say about me , you lousy git, Don’t expect me to save your hide when you tag my hand,if I even let you do that, and I don’t expect anything from you either. I can handle things on my own , hell I’d rather do things on my own then rely on someone like you. You disgust me , always have always will.
( she reaches into her bag and pulls out a shiny gold belt and holds it up in front of Todd’s face) Ye see this ? You know what it is don’t ya little boy . Its the XWF US Champion belt ,...unlike you when I left , I didn’t leave empty handed . I earned this with blood and there was no way in hell I would give it up , no matter how the Pres screwed me over . You weren’t man enough to defend it or keep it, and that eats at you to this day...... . that a female could win that belt and defend it with honor. And you never got a shot to reclaim it. Well screw you buddy and all your little derogatory sayings . Nothing and I mean nothing short of you groveling will ever get me to help you or even forgive you.”
Cobalt gives Todd a good long hard stare before walking off. Todd glares at her as the scne fades to black.
The old red beat up Chevy truck pulls up in the back of the arena, It’s some few hours from show time. And the fans of the WWCW have all gathered early to get that picture of their favorite super star entering the building. They line up like sheep, hoping, waiting to see Red Dragon, The Icon, maybe even Johnny Catchphrase. And who wouldn’t, They all kiss the fan’s asses. Red Dragon is a champion of two separate feds, The Icon is a past champion, and Johnny,. well, he has the boyish looks, the golden blonde hair, the makings of a Shawn Michaels, but little do all these morons know, is that, he is gay.
And then, their is Todd. Hated by all, poked fun by all, talked behind his back by all. And why?
Just cause he has a house mate, A close personal friend doesn’t mean that they are gay. Look at Red Dragon, he has a army of close personal friends and nothing is said about that. Kinda give you that feeling of “What the fuck?” But, none the less, the whole fed as a whole loves to point and poke fun at him and Tory. Hell even the “staff” of the WWCW went has far to book and make Tory fight in a match, a match in which he could have been hurt in. This is a man, who broke his neck some 5 years ago and had to retire.
Todd pulls up in the truck, opens the door and is blasted by the booing that follows as soda cans are tossed down towards him. Todd jumps back into the truck as soda cans and shit hits his truck. The sound of the crowd and their dislike for him filters into the truck. Todd sits there, alone, quite, waiting for them to grow up.
“bunch of fucking Git’s” Todd thinks to himself. “Damn it, I hate putting up with this shit every week, the WWCW better do something about this.”
Finally, arena security comes and breaks it up. Todd steps out of his covered in shit truck. Slamming the door he enters the arena. But today is different than any other time, for today, he has a top hat.
What would that do with anything you ask? I’m not too sure.
Some time later.........................................
Bruce Jones is waiting for Todd to show up for a little thing called the promo. And, soon enough, Todd shows up, wearing the top hat. Bruce says nothing as he too, hates Todd but Todd want this time so basically, he had no choice about it.
Bruce: “Welcome.” He says as he sticks the mic in Todd’s face. Todd stares at him and in his mind he is thinking, “Come ass, do your fucking job.”
“Hello Bruce, how are you?” Todd says, keeping the anger at bay.
“Okay, you?” Bruce says again as he sticks the mic in his face again.
“Fine.” Todd says.
“So what’s on your mind tonight.” Bruce says, not even giving him the proper intro. Todd places his hands on his hips, “Okay now, asshole.” floats around in his mind. “Can we start?” Todd says.
“We have. What you want to say?” Bruce says.
“Okay.” Todd says, usually, it is the wrestler that gives the announcer the hard time, but never the other way around before. Todd turns around, rubs his chin and thinks for a second, a brief second.
“You know Bruce, First, You say hello, then you shove that mic in my face, okay, this is after the fucking fans trashed my truck outside and I had to wait before they were pushed back before I could enter this hell hole. I ask for some time to cut a promo, and I get the run around, and finally, when I am granted one, I am treated like shit.”
“So...what’s you point Todd?” Bruce says.
Todd shakes his head a bit, “Yup.” He thinks. “Gonna have to do it.”
Todd turns and blasts Bruce in the face with a round house right. Bruce is caught off guard and falls like a heavy sack to the floor. Todd stands over him as WWCW officials rush the area and push Todd away. The officials tend to Bruce who’s nose is broken. Todd is pushed away and he slowly turns around.
Standing their is the woman they call Cobalt, her arms crossed, tapping her foot. Todd looks up at her, staring into her eyes, full of hatred, And the same can be said about Cobalt.
Lets play a game, 20 degrees of separation.
Here it is in a nut shell.
How do Cobalt and Todd know each other? That is simple.
4 years ago, Todd was a superstar in Japan, a big shot, holder of many titles, only lost once in many matches, but wanted to be someone in the states. One of his biggest feuds was a monster named Chamber. They fought many times, Chamber is the step brother to Cobalt. Cobalt, was the one person to win Todd’s vacated XWF Untied States championship title when he beat Lance Freemen for the XWF World title. Todd lost such title two weeks later, wanted his old title back, a title held for a long time, but was fired instead, and to this day, He swears he could have beaten Cobalt for his title, something that was never able to happen till this day.
“ Ye stupid fook , interfere in any of my matches again and you’ll pay dearly. In fact I have little or no intention of stepping into that ring we ye now as yer damn partner.I just want to let your sorry, conceited , egotistical , pimply foul mouthed ass get dragged all over the fookin ring , hell I don‘t care if they bend you over and rape you...... I haven’t forgotten the shite ye used ta say about me , you lousy git, Don’t expect me to save your hide when you tag my hand,if I even let you do that, and I don’t expect anything from you either. I can handle things on my own , hell I’d rather do things on my own then rely on someone like you. You disgust me , always have always will.
( she reaches into her bag and pulls out a shiny gold belt and holds it up in front of Todd’s face) Ye see this ? You know what it is don’t ya little boy . Its the XWF US Champion belt ,...unlike you when I left , I didn’t leave empty handed . I earned this with blood and there was no way in hell I would give it up , no matter how the Pres screwed me over . You weren’t man enough to defend it or keep it, and that eats at you to this day...... . that a female could win that belt and defend it with honor. And you never got a shot to reclaim it. Well screw you buddy and all your little derogatory sayings . Nothing and I mean nothing short of you groveling will ever get me to help you or even forgive you.”
Cobalt gives Todd a good long hard stare before walking off. Todd glares at her as the scne fades to black.