Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 27, 2017 20:00:49 GMT
In the mighty of all buildings, the grandest in the California, stands the WWCW Headquarters. The main offices. Home office, District office, head offices, whatever you call it, it’s all the same, and in this building, on the top floor where all the high horses in the WWCW are, cause that is where their offices are. And it is where we are today. In the office of the man who has been talked about allot this week. He is the most popular man in the WWCW today, this week and probably next week. You know how fades are. He is, the man who name is LBB, short for Little Big Bob. And he is the Head Booker.
Today he is at his desk, which is clean for the most part. He is reading something when it appears the camera crew has entered his office. He looks up, and we can see he has new hair cut. All trimmed up and ready to go.
“Oh Hello there.” LBB says. “How are things?” He asks. “That is good.”
LBB puts the paper down, which is the New York Times.
“I am glad you have come. You see, I want to address the roster of the WWCW. More importantly, A few select people.” LBB says with a under tone in his voice. “People like Dark Venom, (pauses) The Judge and Justin (Pauses) Vinciable. I have listened to these three all week. Complaining about how unfair I am. They seem to think I don’t want them to become a star here in the WWCW. They have it in their minds, and believe that I have some sort of grudge against them.”
LBB leans back in his swivel chair. His all black leather high back swivel chair. And you know you have hit the big time when you get one of them.
“Let me say...” LBB says with a cockiness in his voice as his hands come together, with just his finger tips touching. He pauses and brings his hands up to his chin with his pointer fingers coming up and rest upon his lips. He removes them. “I’ll just say this to them. If I wanted you guys out of the WWCW. I would take your contracts that I have right here.” LBB reaches under the news paper and holds up three yellow folds.
“These contracts right here and I would exercise the clause the staff at the WWCW has and fire you guys at any given minute.”
“LBB slams them back on the desk. “Just be happy I have a heart. You see, I feel that you three need to be pushed....(LBB raises his one eye brow as he pauses to get the point across a bit)... a little harder to get over with fans and to become big players in this federation. We don’t hire losers and bums here in the WWCW. We hire hard working people who have good work rates and a skill that only they have inside in the ring to put on a great show for our paying fans. And, it has come to my attention that you three have been, well. How can I say this? Slacking at times. And so, I am here to help push you along and make something out of yous. It would pain me to see you guys throw away your career you could have by slacking and taking the easy road around here in the WWCW. You guys can be something of a house hold name around. And with me pushing you, it will. And I will get satisfaction from that if you guys get that stardom you all are looking for.”
LBB sits up.
“And now, I will speak about one man. A man who has returned to the WWCW. He is the man they call Lars. And as you know. Lars is facing TJ Rage and my man Ruin for the Hardcore title. Now let me get one thing correct.” LBB says with a strict tone in his voice, getting all serious and stuff.
“You see Lars. You are good. Not great, just good. Good enough though I know that I could trust you do get one simple thing done for me. And that was to make sure Justin Vinciable loses. But as we all saw, You couldn’t quite get that job done. You see, TJ had to help you out. Which, I was some what disappointed, but I did get the end result I was looking for. And as payment of sorts, You’ll get a shot at Ruin and TJ for the hardcore title. Now I thought you would appreciate this act of kindness from me. I mean, lets face the facts. You have been gone for some time. And to come back like that and get a marquee match up with a promise of in two weeks, you’ll get a title shot is unheard of. Everyone else has to earn a shot. So Lars, I would just shut up and sit down and enjoy this title shot your getting, as it will be your last for some time. And Lars, I hope you are ready. Cause for you to beat Ruin will take a act of god. You see, Ruin has been busy, other than his stint here at the WWCW, he also has another job at another federation. The VWF, where he is the world champ there. And Friday night, he was there, brushing up on his in ring skills. In fact Lars, I have a clip for you to see. Check this out.”
The office fades to black and the scene opens up to a small smoky arena, standing room only. A old beat up ring is in the center of the place. And in that ring, is the VWF World Heavyweight champion and WWCW Hardcore Champion, Ruin. He has the mic. How nice.
He is pacing the ring, with one belt around his waist and the other on his shoulder. He is in mist of a promo.
“So this fucking bastard thinks he can beat my ass and take away all I have worked hard for! Well Lars can go fuck his momma cause there is no way I will ever let that guy leave the ring in one fucking place! I rule the fucking WWCW and I will rule and run fucking ramped over his ass! Lars, TJ Rage! Can kiss my fucking ass! I am RUIN! And their asses are mine! And they will get fucking RUINED!”
Just then, Pro Pain shows up from the back, stepping out under a huge pop as he is loved around here. Pro Pain makes his way to the ring and climbs in side the ring and takes the mic away from Ruin as they stare down each other. They have been at each other’s throat for a long time, ever since the tainted win that Ruin has over him.
“You know Ruin, We have been going at this shit for a long time. And yet you never seem to understand, that you have had all your shit handed to your ass. And I am for one sick of it. So sick that I say, you put that Hardcore title on the line right here and right now and I’ll show a thing or two about hardcore.” which is meant with a huge pop.
Ruin stares him down, burning a hole in him. And he slides the belt off his shoulder and throws it down on the ground. He takes the other belt off and throws that off to the ground. And are about to lock up when......
The scene returns back to the office and LBB’s mug.
“I Could let you watch that, but I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise that awaits you Lars. I mean, why would I let you study film of the Hardcore champion and his work. That just wouldn’t be fair.” LBB says with a chuckle in his voice. “I hope you have fun, trying to stop the one man wrecking machine. And I hope for your sake, He doesn’t think he’s firing you.”
LBB leans back in his chair with a shit eating grin on his face as the scene for good fades to black.................................
Today he is at his desk, which is clean for the most part. He is reading something when it appears the camera crew has entered his office. He looks up, and we can see he has new hair cut. All trimmed up and ready to go.
“Oh Hello there.” LBB says. “How are things?” He asks. “That is good.”
LBB puts the paper down, which is the New York Times.
“I am glad you have come. You see, I want to address the roster of the WWCW. More importantly, A few select people.” LBB says with a under tone in his voice. “People like Dark Venom, (pauses) The Judge and Justin (Pauses) Vinciable. I have listened to these three all week. Complaining about how unfair I am. They seem to think I don’t want them to become a star here in the WWCW. They have it in their minds, and believe that I have some sort of grudge against them.”
LBB leans back in his swivel chair. His all black leather high back swivel chair. And you know you have hit the big time when you get one of them.
“Let me say...” LBB says with a cockiness in his voice as his hands come together, with just his finger tips touching. He pauses and brings his hands up to his chin with his pointer fingers coming up and rest upon his lips. He removes them. “I’ll just say this to them. If I wanted you guys out of the WWCW. I would take your contracts that I have right here.” LBB reaches under the news paper and holds up three yellow folds.
“These contracts right here and I would exercise the clause the staff at the WWCW has and fire you guys at any given minute.”
“LBB slams them back on the desk. “Just be happy I have a heart. You see, I feel that you three need to be pushed....(LBB raises his one eye brow as he pauses to get the point across a bit)... a little harder to get over with fans and to become big players in this federation. We don’t hire losers and bums here in the WWCW. We hire hard working people who have good work rates and a skill that only they have inside in the ring to put on a great show for our paying fans. And, it has come to my attention that you three have been, well. How can I say this? Slacking at times. And so, I am here to help push you along and make something out of yous. It would pain me to see you guys throw away your career you could have by slacking and taking the easy road around here in the WWCW. You guys can be something of a house hold name around. And with me pushing you, it will. And I will get satisfaction from that if you guys get that stardom you all are looking for.”
LBB sits up.
“And now, I will speak about one man. A man who has returned to the WWCW. He is the man they call Lars. And as you know. Lars is facing TJ Rage and my man Ruin for the Hardcore title. Now let me get one thing correct.” LBB says with a strict tone in his voice, getting all serious and stuff.
“You see Lars. You are good. Not great, just good. Good enough though I know that I could trust you do get one simple thing done for me. And that was to make sure Justin Vinciable loses. But as we all saw, You couldn’t quite get that job done. You see, TJ had to help you out. Which, I was some what disappointed, but I did get the end result I was looking for. And as payment of sorts, You’ll get a shot at Ruin and TJ for the hardcore title. Now I thought you would appreciate this act of kindness from me. I mean, lets face the facts. You have been gone for some time. And to come back like that and get a marquee match up with a promise of in two weeks, you’ll get a title shot is unheard of. Everyone else has to earn a shot. So Lars, I would just shut up and sit down and enjoy this title shot your getting, as it will be your last for some time. And Lars, I hope you are ready. Cause for you to beat Ruin will take a act of god. You see, Ruin has been busy, other than his stint here at the WWCW, he also has another job at another federation. The VWF, where he is the world champ there. And Friday night, he was there, brushing up on his in ring skills. In fact Lars, I have a clip for you to see. Check this out.”
The office fades to black and the scene opens up to a small smoky arena, standing room only. A old beat up ring is in the center of the place. And in that ring, is the VWF World Heavyweight champion and WWCW Hardcore Champion, Ruin. He has the mic. How nice.
He is pacing the ring, with one belt around his waist and the other on his shoulder. He is in mist of a promo.
“So this fucking bastard thinks he can beat my ass and take away all I have worked hard for! Well Lars can go fuck his momma cause there is no way I will ever let that guy leave the ring in one fucking place! I rule the fucking WWCW and I will rule and run fucking ramped over his ass! Lars, TJ Rage! Can kiss my fucking ass! I am RUIN! And their asses are mine! And they will get fucking RUINED!”
Just then, Pro Pain shows up from the back, stepping out under a huge pop as he is loved around here. Pro Pain makes his way to the ring and climbs in side the ring and takes the mic away from Ruin as they stare down each other. They have been at each other’s throat for a long time, ever since the tainted win that Ruin has over him.
“You know Ruin, We have been going at this shit for a long time. And yet you never seem to understand, that you have had all your shit handed to your ass. And I am for one sick of it. So sick that I say, you put that Hardcore title on the line right here and right now and I’ll show a thing or two about hardcore.” which is meant with a huge pop.
Ruin stares him down, burning a hole in him. And he slides the belt off his shoulder and throws it down on the ground. He takes the other belt off and throws that off to the ground. And are about to lock up when......
The scene returns back to the office and LBB’s mug.
“I Could let you watch that, but I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise that awaits you Lars. I mean, why would I let you study film of the Hardcore champion and his work. That just wouldn’t be fair.” LBB says with a chuckle in his voice. “I hope you have fun, trying to stop the one man wrecking machine. And I hope for your sake, He doesn’t think he’s firing you.”
LBB leans back in his chair with a shit eating grin on his face as the scene for good fades to black.................................