Post by Will Washington on Mar 24, 2010 23:25:34 GMT -6
Monday, January 22nd, 2010. Ten minutes after Up Late with Phillip Burns[/u]
The scene begins with an outside shot of a closed door that has the words ‘Green Room’ written on it with a giant gold star. A hand reaches out and knocks on the door. Will Washington’s welcoming voice can be heard.
“Come in.”[/color]
With that, the hand flicks the door handle, sending it open enough for the camera to slip into the room. We enter the room and see Will Washington sitting comfortably on a couch with a lovely redhead to his left, and an equally lovely blond sitting on the right. He has his cell phone in his hand, probably texting a brunette who didn’t show up. He looks up to see who just entered the room, and when he sees it’s a cameraman, he greets them with a quick smirk.
“Hey…I know I’m supposed to rip some guys a new *sshole again right now, but give me a second.”[/color]
Will looks back down at his phone and finishes up his text message. If you pay close attention you can see him type ‘Happy Birthday Browntaker’ before sending his text and moving his hands down to his side. It’s time for another scathing promo from the man they call ‘G.I. Jesus.’
“Who knew I could predict the future? Not me, that’s for sure. But that’s just what I did when I said that Paul Star and myself would win the big Triple Threat Tag Match from the main event of last week’s Collision. You put all six of the men who will take part in the Coliseum Match in the ring together, and fireworks are bound to fly. That’s just what you got too. Despite the fact that Paul and I won, the Dominicus, that guy that jobs all the time, and the Tone Deaf Twins decided to attack little ol’ Paul Star after the match. Real classy guys. What did you think you were going to prove by beating up the weakest guy in the entire match four against one? What you saw next was complete embarrassment as four guys with nothing in common banded together to take out a common enemy. Once I saw that injustice going down, it’s like someone else was controlling me when I bashed Ace in the skull with a steel chair. An ungodliness was ruling me when I put Rob Diamond down with the And…You’re Dead! And who knows what came over me when I stood beside the other competitors in a show of unity. Something was keeping me from destroying them that night too. Something that can only be explained as…..respect. I respect the other three men who stood up for a common cause last week, but I don’t respect the Bad Guy Boys Club. But enough about last week. Let’s move on to the biggest night of my wrestling career up to today, Sovereign.”[/color]
Will hands his phone to the blond and sits forward, reaching out and grabbing an apple slice from the generous fruit tray they provide at all Up Late tapings. He chomps down on it before swallowing and taking a sip of water. There’s a Cinnamon Babka on the table too, but nobody likes Cinnamon, so Will just enjoys the fruit. He continues the promo by following up on a theme.
“You see, I’m going to have three themes this week heading into the Coliseum. Tonight’s theme is ‘respect.’ Yes respect. It’s a noble idea. One I speak of so much that it must sound like a broken record by now. It’s a value that I feel very strongly about. It’s so easy to practice, yet so many of us don’t. Let’s be honest with ourselves. If you don’t have respect, then you don’t have honor….And without honor, you’re nothing. There are two guys in this match with absolutely no honor and no respect at all, but I’ll get to them at a later point. Right now I want to talk about the two men in this match I actually respect: Andrew Jacobsen and Paul Star. Two of the fastest rising superstars in nCw.”[/color]
Time to get down to business. First up, Jacobsen. Probably the man that Will likes the most out of anybody in the match.
“Andrew Jacobsen. What else can I say about you? I’ve said just about everything. You’re almost as technically gifted as I am. When you step into that ring, I can see a lot of myself in you.”
The redhead looks into the camera with a smile on her face.
“That’s what she said.”[/color]
Will laughs. The blond would never be that witty. He tries to refocus, but he lets out another hearty laugh. He’s a sucker for office-based situational comedies.
“I’ll be honest, I haven’t missed and Andrew Jacobsen match ever since we wrestled. You’re arguably the most impressive in-ring competitor we have in the entire company. You paint pictures out there in the ring and that’s definitely something I respect. You can pull a submission hold out of nowhere at anytime. You’re a superstar to watch in the future, that’s for sure. Unfortunately for you, it’s not yet your time. You’ve got talent for days, and a good looking girlfriend, but that’s not going to be enough. How do you think your pure wrestling abilities are going to hold up when you step inside the unforgiving structure? Do you think a Hammerlock is going to do any good when someone can run you face first into steel fencing? What do you think hurts more: an Ankle Lock or a coma induced by blunt force? That answer is obvious Andrew. Normally if I had to, I’d predict an Andrew Jacobsen win in almost any match. Not this week pal. You’re facing Will Washington and one humungous cage. You’re so inexperienced that it’s laughable. Sure you’ve had more matches than me, and you’ve had a ladder match….but do you know how much the war prepared me for the brutality that this match will bring? It’s like throwing a bunny in a pitbull’s cage. You’re the bunny AJ, and you’ve got four other pitbulls just dying to get at you. I hate to lump myself in with Zane, Bates, and Johnson, but that’s what you’re up against. On a related note, I actually look forward to busting your face in this week Jacobsen. Explain you say? Of course I will!”[/color]
Will sits forward on the couch. He’s recently developed an issue with Andrew, and this is his first opportunity to air his grievance with the ‘North Star.’
“I caught your little promo AJ. Ha. Funny stuff there. You’ve really developed an edge haven’t you? One of the things I always respected about you was your ability to say what needed to be said, and nothing else. You were no-nonsense and straight to the point. So imagine my dismay when I saw a video of you attempting comedy? No I’m not talking about the cricket inducing jokes you attempted, or the near miss with the tree. I’m talking about where you flat out said you were going to win the Coliseum Match. You even went as far as to declare that you were going to beat whoever the champion is! My god man, where did you get this false sense of security? Does losing a title actually make a guy more confident? Did losing the match last week make you believe that you can overcome the insurmountable odds and shock the world? Are you kidding me? I guess a handy from Emma Danielson can be a real confidence booster. I remember the first time she gave me one, I went out and beat a guy in a Submissions Match. A match he was supposed to be a master of. I don’t quite remember his name though. He’s not too in-demand right now, not a real memorable guy……”[/color]
Will tries to remember the name of the guy he’s thinking of. Jefferson? Jackson? Hasslehoff? He shakes his head to remove the thought. Back to the Jacobsen discussion. Oh yeah! It was Andrew Jacobsen!
“I just don’t understand this sudden change in attitude. You used to be a guy that the average fan could love. The internet marks loved you dude. Now you’re turning into just another d*ckface. You want to be Kristoff Bates? Well you’re well on your way. That’s why I’m truly looking forward to meeting you in the Coliseum. I’m going to nip this little Andrew Jacobsen Self-Marking experiment in the bud before it can even begin. I’m going to beat you pillar to post. I’m going to use that cage to flesh from your face. It won’t be pretty, but it’ll prove my point. You’re not prepared, and this new attitude has only sealed your fate. I will beat the life out of you this time AJ. But I’ll make sure to do it in a respectful manner.”[/color]
Will stands up and walks over to a water cooler. He fills up his glass. Boy, you’d think they’d have something a little classier than a water cooler at such a high profile show. But then again, Mike Honcho is the co-host. Will walks back over and sits down between his two lady friends. They begin to paw at his shirt. He whispers something to each of them and they get up and move out of camera view. Will props his feet up on the coffee table and moves on to his next target.
“Enough about Jacobsen. Now it’s time to talk about the other bunny who will be fighting for his life this weekend. Paul ‘Jimmy Zane Stupid Nickname Insert’ Star. By far the least experienced man in the match. You make Andrew look less like ‘The North Star’ and more like ‘The Nature Boy.’ You’ve only had a combined thirteen matches! Why do you think you deserve to be in this match Paul? Is it because of your ability to seamlessly be both a wrestler and an androgynous freak at the same type? You’re our reigning X-Division Champion. Congratulations. You show just how important that title is by completely overlooking it and shooting for the nCw World Championship. You don’t even have to defend the damn thing. You’re not showing any champion’s honor, which is something you definitely can’t hold the big belt without. Your complete and total disregard for the belt you’re already wearing will be your downfall in the end. Much like Richard Johnson, you go into this match already holding a belt, carrying a certain amount of hype. You might not care about that shiny gold belt draped over your shoulder, but the fans do. In their minds whatever ‘X’ is, you symbolize it. You’re the leading star of an entire division. That X-Division Title puts a huge bullseye on your head, and unfortunately for you, I’m a shooter. You represent so much more than you even realize. It’s a shame that that belt is such a burden to you in this bigger quest to lose the Coliseum match.”[/color]
Will wants to delicately attack Paul Star, but it’s not in his nature. He throws around a few ideas in his head of how to go about this without being too offensive.
“We were partners last week, but don’t expect that to resume this week. I carried you last week and this week I drop you…hard. You’re in the section of guys I respect for a reason. You’re a good man and you care about the fans. I applaud you desire to do your best out there each and every week. Just thinking about getting up every day and knowing that this time you have to go a little further to entertain the masses is tiring to me. I try and be the best every night, but I do it for myself, not the people. Along the way they’ve come to accept and love that, but to be frank, I don’t care. Love me or hate me, they’ll listen to me because in the long run, what’s good for me is good for them. You spread yourself too thin when you try and please everyone. That thin skin isn’t going to do you any favors inside of the death trap. I’m not going to take it any easier on you than the rest of them. When we’re in there you’re no different from Bates or Johnson. Well, other than the fact that they still stand a chance. There’s a reason experience pays off in this match, and your lack of it puts you at the biggest disadvantage. You’ll be begging for my help in there, for my mercy. But I will show you none of it. The fans cheers won’t save you now. Nothing will. The pop you desperately crave from the people in the audience won’t be confused for the pop of your shoulder being dislocated. The smile on your face will be unrecognizable through the crimson mask donning your overzealous face. Fear not however. The beating will be quick and decisive. The only bright side to the whole thing being that once it’s over you’ll still have that X-Division Title. The one thing that you so ignorantly overlook will be all that remains for you. It’s the saddest reality of them all, because when you realize it, it will have been too late. Grab that belt tight and cherish the success you’ve already had. Once this weekend is over, it might never be the same. I wish you luck Mr. Star. The fans can‘t save you now. Only I can. But I won‘t.”[/color]
Washington’s two lady friends re-enter the room and stand next to the couch. The blonde speaks with the news that Will has been waiting for.
“Will. Are you ready to go?”[/color]
He drops his feet back down to the floor and nods. Standing up, the camera adjusts to the new position. The end of the promo is nearing. Will’s been dying to get to training after an eventful appearance on Up Late.
“This is going to be a long week, that much is certain. There’s still much trash talk to be done. You won’t see my clowning around in Florida, sipping tea in England, having an embarrassingly long press conference, or looking like a moron in preparation for the match. This week I’m taking a no-nonsense approach to the match. I’m going to do whatever it takes to win, so you’ll excuse me if I don’t have time to bore you with ridiculous antics. These other guys might not be taking the Coliseum seriously enough, but know this….I am. This is going to be the biggest night of my life and I’m not going to let anybody ruin it. Save the flash for next week if you’re still alive. This week is all about the gore. It’s about action, not spoken word. So watch what you say, because I haven’t decided who I want to hurt the most yet, and it just may be you. So if you want to make it out of this match alive, don‘t cross streams with Will Washington. Doing so will cause you extreme misfortune.”[/color]
Will motions to the ladies to follow him out of the room, they do so, but not without a final word. You know women, they always have to get the last word in. The redhead delivers the parting blow.
“I really wouldn’t want to be you guys this week. I’d say good luck, but you’re going to need much more than luck.”[/color]
With everyone leaving the room, we focus on the open door. Just as we’re about to fade out, Will quickly pops back in.
“Oh yeah….Bates is a b*tch. The end.”[/color]
He disappears as quickly as he appeared and we fade to darkness…..Rick James style.
The scene begins with an outside shot of a closed door that has the words ‘Green Room’ written on it with a giant gold star. A hand reaches out and knocks on the door. Will Washington’s welcoming voice can be heard.
“Come in.”[/color]
With that, the hand flicks the door handle, sending it open enough for the camera to slip into the room. We enter the room and see Will Washington sitting comfortably on a couch with a lovely redhead to his left, and an equally lovely blond sitting on the right. He has his cell phone in his hand, probably texting a brunette who didn’t show up. He looks up to see who just entered the room, and when he sees it’s a cameraman, he greets them with a quick smirk.
“Hey…I know I’m supposed to rip some guys a new *sshole again right now, but give me a second.”[/color]
Will looks back down at his phone and finishes up his text message. If you pay close attention you can see him type ‘Happy Birthday Browntaker’ before sending his text and moving his hands down to his side. It’s time for another scathing promo from the man they call ‘G.I. Jesus.’
“Who knew I could predict the future? Not me, that’s for sure. But that’s just what I did when I said that Paul Star and myself would win the big Triple Threat Tag Match from the main event of last week’s Collision. You put all six of the men who will take part in the Coliseum Match in the ring together, and fireworks are bound to fly. That’s just what you got too. Despite the fact that Paul and I won, the Dominicus, that guy that jobs all the time, and the Tone Deaf Twins decided to attack little ol’ Paul Star after the match. Real classy guys. What did you think you were going to prove by beating up the weakest guy in the entire match four against one? What you saw next was complete embarrassment as four guys with nothing in common banded together to take out a common enemy. Once I saw that injustice going down, it’s like someone else was controlling me when I bashed Ace in the skull with a steel chair. An ungodliness was ruling me when I put Rob Diamond down with the And…You’re Dead! And who knows what came over me when I stood beside the other competitors in a show of unity. Something was keeping me from destroying them that night too. Something that can only be explained as…..respect. I respect the other three men who stood up for a common cause last week, but I don’t respect the Bad Guy Boys Club. But enough about last week. Let’s move on to the biggest night of my wrestling career up to today, Sovereign.”[/color]
Will hands his phone to the blond and sits forward, reaching out and grabbing an apple slice from the generous fruit tray they provide at all Up Late tapings. He chomps down on it before swallowing and taking a sip of water. There’s a Cinnamon Babka on the table too, but nobody likes Cinnamon, so Will just enjoys the fruit. He continues the promo by following up on a theme.
“You see, I’m going to have three themes this week heading into the Coliseum. Tonight’s theme is ‘respect.’ Yes respect. It’s a noble idea. One I speak of so much that it must sound like a broken record by now. It’s a value that I feel very strongly about. It’s so easy to practice, yet so many of us don’t. Let’s be honest with ourselves. If you don’t have respect, then you don’t have honor….And without honor, you’re nothing. There are two guys in this match with absolutely no honor and no respect at all, but I’ll get to them at a later point. Right now I want to talk about the two men in this match I actually respect: Andrew Jacobsen and Paul Star. Two of the fastest rising superstars in nCw.”[/color]
Time to get down to business. First up, Jacobsen. Probably the man that Will likes the most out of anybody in the match.
“Andrew Jacobsen. What else can I say about you? I’ve said just about everything. You’re almost as technically gifted as I am. When you step into that ring, I can see a lot of myself in you.”
The redhead looks into the camera with a smile on her face.
“That’s what she said.”[/color]
Will laughs. The blond would never be that witty. He tries to refocus, but he lets out another hearty laugh. He’s a sucker for office-based situational comedies.
“I’ll be honest, I haven’t missed and Andrew Jacobsen match ever since we wrestled. You’re arguably the most impressive in-ring competitor we have in the entire company. You paint pictures out there in the ring and that’s definitely something I respect. You can pull a submission hold out of nowhere at anytime. You’re a superstar to watch in the future, that’s for sure. Unfortunately for you, it’s not yet your time. You’ve got talent for days, and a good looking girlfriend, but that’s not going to be enough. How do you think your pure wrestling abilities are going to hold up when you step inside the unforgiving structure? Do you think a Hammerlock is going to do any good when someone can run you face first into steel fencing? What do you think hurts more: an Ankle Lock or a coma induced by blunt force? That answer is obvious Andrew. Normally if I had to, I’d predict an Andrew Jacobsen win in almost any match. Not this week pal. You’re facing Will Washington and one humungous cage. You’re so inexperienced that it’s laughable. Sure you’ve had more matches than me, and you’ve had a ladder match….but do you know how much the war prepared me for the brutality that this match will bring? It’s like throwing a bunny in a pitbull’s cage. You’re the bunny AJ, and you’ve got four other pitbulls just dying to get at you. I hate to lump myself in with Zane, Bates, and Johnson, but that’s what you’re up against. On a related note, I actually look forward to busting your face in this week Jacobsen. Explain you say? Of course I will!”[/color]
Will sits forward on the couch. He’s recently developed an issue with Andrew, and this is his first opportunity to air his grievance with the ‘North Star.’
“I caught your little promo AJ. Ha. Funny stuff there. You’ve really developed an edge haven’t you? One of the things I always respected about you was your ability to say what needed to be said, and nothing else. You were no-nonsense and straight to the point. So imagine my dismay when I saw a video of you attempting comedy? No I’m not talking about the cricket inducing jokes you attempted, or the near miss with the tree. I’m talking about where you flat out said you were going to win the Coliseum Match. You even went as far as to declare that you were going to beat whoever the champion is! My god man, where did you get this false sense of security? Does losing a title actually make a guy more confident? Did losing the match last week make you believe that you can overcome the insurmountable odds and shock the world? Are you kidding me? I guess a handy from Emma Danielson can be a real confidence booster. I remember the first time she gave me one, I went out and beat a guy in a Submissions Match. A match he was supposed to be a master of. I don’t quite remember his name though. He’s not too in-demand right now, not a real memorable guy……”[/color]
Will tries to remember the name of the guy he’s thinking of. Jefferson? Jackson? Hasslehoff? He shakes his head to remove the thought. Back to the Jacobsen discussion. Oh yeah! It was Andrew Jacobsen!
“I just don’t understand this sudden change in attitude. You used to be a guy that the average fan could love. The internet marks loved you dude. Now you’re turning into just another d*ckface. You want to be Kristoff Bates? Well you’re well on your way. That’s why I’m truly looking forward to meeting you in the Coliseum. I’m going to nip this little Andrew Jacobsen Self-Marking experiment in the bud before it can even begin. I’m going to beat you pillar to post. I’m going to use that cage to flesh from your face. It won’t be pretty, but it’ll prove my point. You’re not prepared, and this new attitude has only sealed your fate. I will beat the life out of you this time AJ. But I’ll make sure to do it in a respectful manner.”[/color]
Will stands up and walks over to a water cooler. He fills up his glass. Boy, you’d think they’d have something a little classier than a water cooler at such a high profile show. But then again, Mike Honcho is the co-host. Will walks back over and sits down between his two lady friends. They begin to paw at his shirt. He whispers something to each of them and they get up and move out of camera view. Will props his feet up on the coffee table and moves on to his next target.
“Enough about Jacobsen. Now it’s time to talk about the other bunny who will be fighting for his life this weekend. Paul ‘Jimmy Zane Stupid Nickname Insert’ Star. By far the least experienced man in the match. You make Andrew look less like ‘The North Star’ and more like ‘The Nature Boy.’ You’ve only had a combined thirteen matches! Why do you think you deserve to be in this match Paul? Is it because of your ability to seamlessly be both a wrestler and an androgynous freak at the same type? You’re our reigning X-Division Champion. Congratulations. You show just how important that title is by completely overlooking it and shooting for the nCw World Championship. You don’t even have to defend the damn thing. You’re not showing any champion’s honor, which is something you definitely can’t hold the big belt without. Your complete and total disregard for the belt you’re already wearing will be your downfall in the end. Much like Richard Johnson, you go into this match already holding a belt, carrying a certain amount of hype. You might not care about that shiny gold belt draped over your shoulder, but the fans do. In their minds whatever ‘X’ is, you symbolize it. You’re the leading star of an entire division. That X-Division Title puts a huge bullseye on your head, and unfortunately for you, I’m a shooter. You represent so much more than you even realize. It’s a shame that that belt is such a burden to you in this bigger quest to lose the Coliseum match.”[/color]
Will wants to delicately attack Paul Star, but it’s not in his nature. He throws around a few ideas in his head of how to go about this without being too offensive.
“We were partners last week, but don’t expect that to resume this week. I carried you last week and this week I drop you…hard. You’re in the section of guys I respect for a reason. You’re a good man and you care about the fans. I applaud you desire to do your best out there each and every week. Just thinking about getting up every day and knowing that this time you have to go a little further to entertain the masses is tiring to me. I try and be the best every night, but I do it for myself, not the people. Along the way they’ve come to accept and love that, but to be frank, I don’t care. Love me or hate me, they’ll listen to me because in the long run, what’s good for me is good for them. You spread yourself too thin when you try and please everyone. That thin skin isn’t going to do you any favors inside of the death trap. I’m not going to take it any easier on you than the rest of them. When we’re in there you’re no different from Bates or Johnson. Well, other than the fact that they still stand a chance. There’s a reason experience pays off in this match, and your lack of it puts you at the biggest disadvantage. You’ll be begging for my help in there, for my mercy. But I will show you none of it. The fans cheers won’t save you now. Nothing will. The pop you desperately crave from the people in the audience won’t be confused for the pop of your shoulder being dislocated. The smile on your face will be unrecognizable through the crimson mask donning your overzealous face. Fear not however. The beating will be quick and decisive. The only bright side to the whole thing being that once it’s over you’ll still have that X-Division Title. The one thing that you so ignorantly overlook will be all that remains for you. It’s the saddest reality of them all, because when you realize it, it will have been too late. Grab that belt tight and cherish the success you’ve already had. Once this weekend is over, it might never be the same. I wish you luck Mr. Star. The fans can‘t save you now. Only I can. But I won‘t.”[/color]
Washington’s two lady friends re-enter the room and stand next to the couch. The blonde speaks with the news that Will has been waiting for.
“Will. Are you ready to go?”[/color]
He drops his feet back down to the floor and nods. Standing up, the camera adjusts to the new position. The end of the promo is nearing. Will’s been dying to get to training after an eventful appearance on Up Late.
“This is going to be a long week, that much is certain. There’s still much trash talk to be done. You won’t see my clowning around in Florida, sipping tea in England, having an embarrassingly long press conference, or looking like a moron in preparation for the match. This week I’m taking a no-nonsense approach to the match. I’m going to do whatever it takes to win, so you’ll excuse me if I don’t have time to bore you with ridiculous antics. These other guys might not be taking the Coliseum seriously enough, but know this….I am. This is going to be the biggest night of my life and I’m not going to let anybody ruin it. Save the flash for next week if you’re still alive. This week is all about the gore. It’s about action, not spoken word. So watch what you say, because I haven’t decided who I want to hurt the most yet, and it just may be you. So if you want to make it out of this match alive, don‘t cross streams with Will Washington. Doing so will cause you extreme misfortune.”[/color]
Will motions to the ladies to follow him out of the room, they do so, but not without a final word. You know women, they always have to get the last word in. The redhead delivers the parting blow.
“I really wouldn’t want to be you guys this week. I’d say good luck, but you’re going to need much more than luck.”[/color]
With everyone leaving the room, we focus on the open door. Just as we’re about to fade out, Will quickly pops back in.
“Oh yeah….Bates is a b*tch. The end.”[/color]
He disappears as quickly as he appeared and we fade to darkness…..Rick James style.