Post by Malcolm Reed on Jun 8, 2010 23:45:18 GMT -6
Gene Burns a man of pure heart and soul is pacing back and forth in front of three of his former students. His beautiful and intelligent daughter Anna Marie follows him holding his clipboard jotting down notes. he likes to have every session, meeting etc kept for the records.
Gene Burns: I have been doing this for over forty years now. This school that is...It is my life. I have taken great athletes and turned them into great professional wrestlers. I have taken great professional wrestlers and made them better. I have crafted an education based solely on yesterday.
As you all know I am an old man. I come from a different era of professional wrestling. When it was a sport of honor and intrigue. Before it became a variety show. Before people danced around in goofy outfits for comic relief. Before beautiful women were prancing around in lingerie, before the bright lights and big stages. Before the ability to speak on the microphone defined you as a wrestler.
I come from the ground and pound. When wrestling was wrestling. An Accessory to the ring was a respectable robe and not a parrot. I was around before the greedy fatcats booking the shows were making money from merchandise sales and pay per view. The greedy money bags were making money of of us the wrestlers were the product and that's what people wanted.
They wanted wrestling a physical contest. Not one person with the five moves of doom or people drinking beer or naked women. They wanted to see athletes competing with other athletes and it is because of this that my era the true era of the great era of the sport was so important.
So many people have forgotten. But not you three. You all came to this school knowing it was worse going to be worst thing to ever happen to you. I made no promises of fortune or fame and I beat you down worse than a soldier during wartime. You came to this facility and were taught to the true fundamentals. I taught you not how to perform a shiny circus act but how to WRESTLE.
I have collected the three of you because you are the best. many of have come and gone through these doors. Many have left with their heads held high and a true sense of accomplishment and more left with their tails between their legs. Shampooing their mullets from the sweat they couldn't bear to break.
In over forty years I have had some gifted wrestlers go on to to great things. But you three are truly the best. I am most proud of you three. Louis Armstrong, Alex Thowbridge and Bruce O'bert. You have crafted the fundamentals and over the years have practice and patients grew into amazing athletes.
Which is why I have assembled you here. I had a meeting with officials of nCw. I have negotiated the contracts of you three, my daughter Anna and myself. I am taking the academy to the big leagues and you three are the ones who will dominate and return things to the way they used to be....
That meeting was a week ago. Gene Burns had a mission and the mission was clear. To bring the true grit fundamentals of pro wrestling back to the pros by creating a stable of the three most talented individuals he had ever passed from his program. The three would represent truth, heart, aestheticism, the babyface way.
What Burns didn't expect to happen was a car accident that would put Bruce O'bert into a wheelchair for the next eight months. With Bruce out and the nCw debut fast approaching he needed to find a replacement and fast. The following is an expert from the emergency meeting he called with his daughter Anna Marie.
Gene: Laws no, what am I going to do? That poor boy was driving to the airport. he was flying to the venue early.
Anna Marie: The good news is no one died and he will make a full recovery. Bruce is strong he will be out of that wheel chair sooner than we expect.
Gene: Before this Friday? I think not...What am I going to do?
Anna Marie: Well as you already know we have no other choice than to find a replacement.
Gene: There is nobody as good as him. He was the glue. Alex and Louis needed him to make them the holy trinity.
Anna Marie: Well speaking of holy...There is always the Saint...
Gene: No...Absolutely not...
Anna Marie: Listen to me for a moment. The Saint...He is naturally gifted. As far talent goes he is the best we have ever had. Those are your words not mine, I am reading your notes.
Gene: He has much to learn/ he doesn't have the heart.
Anna Marie: The dedication is there, the skills are enormous. Put him in the stable maybe he can find his heart. Alex and Louis can help him dig deep and find that heart.
Gene: I don't like the way he looks at you.
Anna Marie: They all look at me like that Dad. Look you don't really have a choice. He is the only one who is ready for the big leagues.
Gene: But he is not! He refuses to learn the fundamentals. He refuses to accept the wisdom. it's like he knows just how damn impressed by him that I am and he messes with me. He knows I am in awe of him and instead of learning the fundamentals he just heels it up.
Anna Marie: If he is as good as these notes of yours says he is than he knows the fundamentals.
Gene: Yet he refuses to accept them into his technique to mess with his teacher. And now instead of washing the toilets like I had him doing this morning he will be headlining my stable with Alex and Louis.
Anna Marie: You don't really have a choice. I'll call the Saint.
The Saint sat in Gene's office twenty five minutes waiting for the old man. Perhaps he fell over the equipment and couldn't get up. It's all the same to him. He found comfort in his chair with his feet propped up on his desk. Keep me waiting much longer old man I may just begin rummage through your things he thought. And just then the Professor and his daughter opened the door and entered the room.
The Saint made no hurry to move. Disrespectful little puke. Gene moved his feet from his desk and lifted him with one hand from his chair. Mal kept his cool though. Gene thought he looked stupid wearing his sunglasses on the inside of the building but Anna Marie had a strange attraction she hadn't noticed before.
Malcolm Reed: Oh cheer up Gene I was just keeping it warm.
When he spoke, the twang of an English accent was hinted. He was Born in Leeds England but his family moved to Genosha Washington (GOOD OLE USOFA) when he was a child. Most of the accent was gone but the little twang. Gene thought it made him sound like more of a jackass. Like some wannabe punker from the 70's faking a British accent and poorly.
You know I really do have a lot of toilets to clean, so if you can make this brief.
Gene: I am going to make this as brief as I possibly can. You're good. You're better than you even know in fact. I have been watching your progress and I despite your attitude, your cocky attitude that if given another year I could have beaten out of you. I think it's time to call you up.
I am just going to cut to the chase. I am taking a stable to represent this school into nCw. It's going to be Alex Throwbridge, Louis Armstrong; you may recognize them from the 8X10's on the wall behind me. And yourself. Managed by Anna Marie and myself. What do you say?
It was no freaking brainer man. He took the early graduation. He took the contract and he took the opportunity of a lifetime. He knew Gene was spouting half truths. Mal isn't stupid he heard about the stable when Gene first asked the original line up which included Bruce and not himself. But Nah that didn't bother Mal not one bit. He is ready.
My name is Malcolm Reed. I am the Submission Saint. take a good look at this face. Take a few minutes if you like. I would. It's the face of greatness. It is the face of an intelligent man. The face of a man who is better than all of you, and knows it.
I come from The Academy. The one and only true professional wrestling facility created to craft wrestlers. I am the total package. I know everything, from basics to the most complicated body twisting pain inducing fundamentalist. With two fingers I could snap your legs by pressuring your neck and I can snap your neck by squeezing your legs. You don't believe me watch and see. I have been given angelic abilities.
This Friday I make my debut next to two other extremely talented albeit vein Stablemates. Louis Armstrong, Alex Throwbridge and myself are in a six man tag team match against. A silly little team of Danny Platon, and Johnny Numbles who make up the team of The Gotham Platinum Club. Not sure where or how to become a member of this here club but it appears that no girls are allowed based on their incredible fashion sense and the fact that their manager is named "Big D". Or am I being to presumptious?
That goofy little three way think they are something. But I can tell as the trained assassin that I am that they most certainly are all flare and no talent. This will be a good learning experience in fact to see the three best wrestlers in the world destroy them and one Chad Evans...
The fact is that this Friday is the dawning of a new era. The era of the Academy...Boy I do hate to sound so cliche but you three (or four Big D) are merely the first rung on the ladder to the top. And I promise you that I...We will be at the top of that ladder very very shortly.
Gene Burns: I have been doing this for over forty years now. This school that is...It is my life. I have taken great athletes and turned them into great professional wrestlers. I have taken great professional wrestlers and made them better. I have crafted an education based solely on yesterday.
As you all know I am an old man. I come from a different era of professional wrestling. When it was a sport of honor and intrigue. Before it became a variety show. Before people danced around in goofy outfits for comic relief. Before beautiful women were prancing around in lingerie, before the bright lights and big stages. Before the ability to speak on the microphone defined you as a wrestler.
I come from the ground and pound. When wrestling was wrestling. An Accessory to the ring was a respectable robe and not a parrot. I was around before the greedy fatcats booking the shows were making money from merchandise sales and pay per view. The greedy money bags were making money of of us the wrestlers were the product and that's what people wanted.
They wanted wrestling a physical contest. Not one person with the five moves of doom or people drinking beer or naked women. They wanted to see athletes competing with other athletes and it is because of this that my era the true era of the great era of the sport was so important.
So many people have forgotten. But not you three. You all came to this school knowing it was worse going to be worst thing to ever happen to you. I made no promises of fortune or fame and I beat you down worse than a soldier during wartime. You came to this facility and were taught to the true fundamentals. I taught you not how to perform a shiny circus act but how to WRESTLE.
I have collected the three of you because you are the best. many of have come and gone through these doors. Many have left with their heads held high and a true sense of accomplishment and more left with their tails between their legs. Shampooing their mullets from the sweat they couldn't bear to break.
In over forty years I have had some gifted wrestlers go on to to great things. But you three are truly the best. I am most proud of you three. Louis Armstrong, Alex Thowbridge and Bruce O'bert. You have crafted the fundamentals and over the years have practice and patients grew into amazing athletes.
Which is why I have assembled you here. I had a meeting with officials of nCw. I have negotiated the contracts of you three, my daughter Anna and myself. I am taking the academy to the big leagues and you three are the ones who will dominate and return things to the way they used to be....
That meeting was a week ago. Gene Burns had a mission and the mission was clear. To bring the true grit fundamentals of pro wrestling back to the pros by creating a stable of the three most talented individuals he had ever passed from his program. The three would represent truth, heart, aestheticism, the babyface way.
What Burns didn't expect to happen was a car accident that would put Bruce O'bert into a wheelchair for the next eight months. With Bruce out and the nCw debut fast approaching he needed to find a replacement and fast. The following is an expert from the emergency meeting he called with his daughter Anna Marie.
Gene: Laws no, what am I going to do? That poor boy was driving to the airport. he was flying to the venue early.
Anna Marie: The good news is no one died and he will make a full recovery. Bruce is strong he will be out of that wheel chair sooner than we expect.
Gene: Before this Friday? I think not...What am I going to do?
Anna Marie: Well as you already know we have no other choice than to find a replacement.
Gene: There is nobody as good as him. He was the glue. Alex and Louis needed him to make them the holy trinity.
Anna Marie: Well speaking of holy...There is always the Saint...
Gene: No...Absolutely not...
Anna Marie: Listen to me for a moment. The Saint...He is naturally gifted. As far talent goes he is the best we have ever had. Those are your words not mine, I am reading your notes.
Gene: He has much to learn/ he doesn't have the heart.
Anna Marie: The dedication is there, the skills are enormous. Put him in the stable maybe he can find his heart. Alex and Louis can help him dig deep and find that heart.
Gene: I don't like the way he looks at you.
Anna Marie: They all look at me like that Dad. Look you don't really have a choice. He is the only one who is ready for the big leagues.
Gene: But he is not! He refuses to learn the fundamentals. He refuses to accept the wisdom. it's like he knows just how damn impressed by him that I am and he messes with me. He knows I am in awe of him and instead of learning the fundamentals he just heels it up.
Anna Marie: If he is as good as these notes of yours says he is than he knows the fundamentals.
Gene: Yet he refuses to accept them into his technique to mess with his teacher. And now instead of washing the toilets like I had him doing this morning he will be headlining my stable with Alex and Louis.
Anna Marie: You don't really have a choice. I'll call the Saint.
The Saint sat in Gene's office twenty five minutes waiting for the old man. Perhaps he fell over the equipment and couldn't get up. It's all the same to him. He found comfort in his chair with his feet propped up on his desk. Keep me waiting much longer old man I may just begin rummage through your things he thought. And just then the Professor and his daughter opened the door and entered the room.
The Saint made no hurry to move. Disrespectful little puke. Gene moved his feet from his desk and lifted him with one hand from his chair. Mal kept his cool though. Gene thought he looked stupid wearing his sunglasses on the inside of the building but Anna Marie had a strange attraction she hadn't noticed before.
Malcolm Reed: Oh cheer up Gene I was just keeping it warm.
When he spoke, the twang of an English accent was hinted. He was Born in Leeds England but his family moved to Genosha Washington (GOOD OLE USOFA) when he was a child. Most of the accent was gone but the little twang. Gene thought it made him sound like more of a jackass. Like some wannabe punker from the 70's faking a British accent and poorly.
You know I really do have a lot of toilets to clean, so if you can make this brief.
Gene: I am going to make this as brief as I possibly can. You're good. You're better than you even know in fact. I have been watching your progress and I despite your attitude, your cocky attitude that if given another year I could have beaten out of you. I think it's time to call you up.
I am just going to cut to the chase. I am taking a stable to represent this school into nCw. It's going to be Alex Throwbridge, Louis Armstrong; you may recognize them from the 8X10's on the wall behind me. And yourself. Managed by Anna Marie and myself. What do you say?
It was no freaking brainer man. He took the early graduation. He took the contract and he took the opportunity of a lifetime. He knew Gene was spouting half truths. Mal isn't stupid he heard about the stable when Gene first asked the original line up which included Bruce and not himself. But Nah that didn't bother Mal not one bit. He is ready.
My name is Malcolm Reed. I am the Submission Saint. take a good look at this face. Take a few minutes if you like. I would. It's the face of greatness. It is the face of an intelligent man. The face of a man who is better than all of you, and knows it.
I come from The Academy. The one and only true professional wrestling facility created to craft wrestlers. I am the total package. I know everything, from basics to the most complicated body twisting pain inducing fundamentalist. With two fingers I could snap your legs by pressuring your neck and I can snap your neck by squeezing your legs. You don't believe me watch and see. I have been given angelic abilities.
This Friday I make my debut next to two other extremely talented albeit vein Stablemates. Louis Armstrong, Alex Throwbridge and myself are in a six man tag team match against. A silly little team of Danny Platon, and Johnny Numbles who make up the team of The Gotham Platinum Club. Not sure where or how to become a member of this here club but it appears that no girls are allowed based on their incredible fashion sense and the fact that their manager is named "Big D". Or am I being to presumptious?
That goofy little three way think they are something. But I can tell as the trained assassin that I am that they most certainly are all flare and no talent. This will be a good learning experience in fact to see the three best wrestlers in the world destroy them and one Chad Evans...
The fact is that this Friday is the dawning of a new era. The era of the Academy...Boy I do hate to sound so cliche but you three (or four Big D) are merely the first rung on the ladder to the top. And I promise you that I...We will be at the top of that ladder very very shortly.