Post by Zack Anderson on Nov 19, 2011 20:43:53 GMT -6
Lights…camera…action!
There he is, the newest NCW superstar, Zack Anderson, standing in front of his mirror, something that will seem common for NCW audience. Zack is at his home in Hollywood, California, adjusting his tie. He’s overdressed for what he usually wears; which is usually nothing. He’s adjusting his tie, and as the camera pans back a little further we see the Sensational One wearing a cap and gown.
Zack: “Graduation day…can’t believe it’s finally here. Gonna party hard tonight…”
“You sure like partying…”
Zack is startled by that that voice, that’s came from behind him. Camera pans back a little more to see a sexy woman in his bed. The woman is covered under the sheets, just waking up from a night of…stuff.
Zack: “Sorry babe, forgot you were even there. You’re super quite, sleeping like an…”
“Angel?”
Zack: “No that’s not it…”
“Baby?”
Zack: “Not quite…”
“I don’t know where you’re going with-“
Zack: “Dog! That’s it, you sleep like a dog. Lying right there, legs spread, not a care in the world. And while you’re quite at night, you sure as hell kept me up all night.”
The arrogant Anderson turns to the woman, who just has this confused look on her face.
Zack: “What are you so confused about, we had sex. That’s why you kept me up all night. You gotta keep up.”
“I got it, Zack.”
Zack: “Good, Gladys.”
“That’s not my name…”
Zack stops and thinks about it, when it finally hits him.
Zack: “Oh yeah, Gladys was on Wednesday…”
“What was that?”
Zack tries something clever to think up, and he turns around, finally giving his attention to the woman in his bed.
Zack: “I said Gladys was Wednesday. I don’t know your name.”
“It’s Rachel. Last night at the bar you kept telling me how it reminded you of Rachel from ‘Friends’, and how I was almost as beautiful as Jennifer Aniston.”
Zack: “I said that?”
Zack observes Rachel once again, before turning back around and adjusting his tie at the mirror, mumbling under his breath
Zack: “I must have been really drunk…”
Rachel finally gets out of the bed, still having the blankets cover her bare, naked body. For anybody else Rachel was a ten, but for Zack? Nah, he’s had better.
Rachel: “So you…what are you dressed up for? Graduation? It’s November, where could you be possibly be graduating from?”
Zack: “Glad you asked-“
Rachel: “Really?”
Zack: “No. Graduating from wrestling school, Emily. I’m a professional wrestler.”
Rachel: “It’s Rachel. A wrestler, huh? Can you even find a job in this economy nowadays?”
Zack: “Already got a contract with New Championship Wrestling, my dear Leslie.”
Rachel: “New Championship Wrestling? Don’t you think they should have changed their name after their first year, since they’re not quite so ‘new’ anymore. And it’s Rachel, Zack.”
Zack is almost amazed by Rachel’s response; I think he’s more surprised her name wasn’t Leslie.
Zack: “It’s just the premiere wrestling company in the world, tuts. You make it there, you can make it-“
Rachel: “Anywhere?”
Zack: “No, to super stardom. Now stop interrupting me and show me some of those moves you showed last night, Britney.”
Zack grabs Rachel by the waist and pushes her down on the bed, before leaning on top of her. They begin making out, and you can hear Rachel say “it’s Rachel…”
….
The first promo…
“New Championship Wrestling…you should just call this place a bunch of average wrestlers and Zack Anderson. ‘The Sensational’ Zack Anderson, I mean. We haven’t really introduced ourselves, have we fans? There’s really not much to know about me other then well…
I’m freaking awesome.
Can’t really say more about myself other than that. Hell, I could end it all right here and I know wrestlingmark42 is going to post a Tweet talking about how much cream filled his jeans after that promo, only to get bashed by SMARTMARK1 saying I didn’t show enough personality. Then you have a Twitter war between two nerds who have never touched a vagina, let alone know what one is. You see, I make those reactions when I come onto screen, that’s why everybody wanted to sign me before I even graduated wrestling school. They sent scouts like I was Mickey Mantle or something, and all they could say about me is that they didn’t have enough to say about me. Even they, scouts of thirty plus years, marveled at these killer abs, this marvelous face, and this luscious head of hair.
They see what I see every time I wake up in the morning and look in the mirror; they see what your girlfriend sees every time she has her eyes closed and she’s moaning while you’re making a feeble attempt at pleasuring her. They see why every wrestling mark in the world creams their jeans.
What’s the saying? The cream always rises to the top? Well I’m the cream of the crop, and when I’m not on top of the baddest girl in the club screaming my name in my bed room, I’m on top of chumps pinning them one, two, three.
Every time a newcomer comes into the wrestling industry they ask what separates them from every other superstar in the business. You know what my response is?
‘How much time do you have, because we’ll be here for days.’
New Championship Wrestling is getting a dose of reality, because I’m the realist person this industry has ever seen. Look at me, I mean come on, wouldn’t you want to be me? I’m damn good looking, I have women wet every time I walk into a room, and I have dudes’ jeans getting tighter every time this awesome mug gets on the screen. I can outwrestle you, I can out-pop you, and hell I bet I can outsell you.
So welcome to the NEW New Championship Wrestling, where the boys continue to be boys, the men try to prove their worth, the women still look like sluts, and Zack Anderson continues to be…
Sensational.”
…
…
Zack is sitting in the front row of his class, the only one wearing the cap and gown. You can tell this is the biggest moment of his life, that even the cockiness from before was just a show for what’s truly important to him.
Zack loves the wrestling business more then he loves looking at himself in the mirror.
Well, almost.
There he is, the newest NCW superstar, Zack Anderson, standing in front of his mirror, something that will seem common for NCW audience. Zack is at his home in Hollywood, California, adjusting his tie. He’s overdressed for what he usually wears; which is usually nothing. He’s adjusting his tie, and as the camera pans back a little further we see the Sensational One wearing a cap and gown.
Zack: “Graduation day…can’t believe it’s finally here. Gonna party hard tonight…”
“You sure like partying…”
Zack is startled by that that voice, that’s came from behind him. Camera pans back a little more to see a sexy woman in his bed. The woman is covered under the sheets, just waking up from a night of…stuff.
Zack: “Sorry babe, forgot you were even there. You’re super quite, sleeping like an…”
“Angel?”
Zack: “No that’s not it…”
“Baby?”
Zack: “Not quite…”
“I don’t know where you’re going with-“
Zack: “Dog! That’s it, you sleep like a dog. Lying right there, legs spread, not a care in the world. And while you’re quite at night, you sure as hell kept me up all night.”
The arrogant Anderson turns to the woman, who just has this confused look on her face.
Zack: “What are you so confused about, we had sex. That’s why you kept me up all night. You gotta keep up.”
“I got it, Zack.”
Zack: “Good, Gladys.”
“That’s not my name…”
Zack stops and thinks about it, when it finally hits him.
Zack: “Oh yeah, Gladys was on Wednesday…”
“What was that?”
Zack tries something clever to think up, and he turns around, finally giving his attention to the woman in his bed.
Zack: “I said Gladys was Wednesday. I don’t know your name.”
“It’s Rachel. Last night at the bar you kept telling me how it reminded you of Rachel from ‘Friends’, and how I was almost as beautiful as Jennifer Aniston.”
Zack: “I said that?”
Zack observes Rachel once again, before turning back around and adjusting his tie at the mirror, mumbling under his breath
Zack: “I must have been really drunk…”
Rachel finally gets out of the bed, still having the blankets cover her bare, naked body. For anybody else Rachel was a ten, but for Zack? Nah, he’s had better.
Rachel: “So you…what are you dressed up for? Graduation? It’s November, where could you be possibly be graduating from?”
Zack: “Glad you asked-“
Rachel: “Really?”
Zack: “No. Graduating from wrestling school, Emily. I’m a professional wrestler.”
Rachel: “It’s Rachel. A wrestler, huh? Can you even find a job in this economy nowadays?”
Zack: “Already got a contract with New Championship Wrestling, my dear Leslie.”
Rachel: “New Championship Wrestling? Don’t you think they should have changed their name after their first year, since they’re not quite so ‘new’ anymore. And it’s Rachel, Zack.”
Zack is almost amazed by Rachel’s response; I think he’s more surprised her name wasn’t Leslie.
Zack: “It’s just the premiere wrestling company in the world, tuts. You make it there, you can make it-“
Rachel: “Anywhere?”
Zack: “No, to super stardom. Now stop interrupting me and show me some of those moves you showed last night, Britney.”
Zack grabs Rachel by the waist and pushes her down on the bed, before leaning on top of her. They begin making out, and you can hear Rachel say “it’s Rachel…”
….
The first promo…
“New Championship Wrestling…you should just call this place a bunch of average wrestlers and Zack Anderson. ‘The Sensational’ Zack Anderson, I mean. We haven’t really introduced ourselves, have we fans? There’s really not much to know about me other then well…
I’m freaking awesome.
Can’t really say more about myself other than that. Hell, I could end it all right here and I know wrestlingmark42 is going to post a Tweet talking about how much cream filled his jeans after that promo, only to get bashed by SMARTMARK1 saying I didn’t show enough personality. Then you have a Twitter war between two nerds who have never touched a vagina, let alone know what one is. You see, I make those reactions when I come onto screen, that’s why everybody wanted to sign me before I even graduated wrestling school. They sent scouts like I was Mickey Mantle or something, and all they could say about me is that they didn’t have enough to say about me. Even they, scouts of thirty plus years, marveled at these killer abs, this marvelous face, and this luscious head of hair.
They see what I see every time I wake up in the morning and look in the mirror; they see what your girlfriend sees every time she has her eyes closed and she’s moaning while you’re making a feeble attempt at pleasuring her. They see why every wrestling mark in the world creams their jeans.
What’s the saying? The cream always rises to the top? Well I’m the cream of the crop, and when I’m not on top of the baddest girl in the club screaming my name in my bed room, I’m on top of chumps pinning them one, two, three.
Every time a newcomer comes into the wrestling industry they ask what separates them from every other superstar in the business. You know what my response is?
‘How much time do you have, because we’ll be here for days.’
New Championship Wrestling is getting a dose of reality, because I’m the realist person this industry has ever seen. Look at me, I mean come on, wouldn’t you want to be me? I’m damn good looking, I have women wet every time I walk into a room, and I have dudes’ jeans getting tighter every time this awesome mug gets on the screen. I can outwrestle you, I can out-pop you, and hell I bet I can outsell you.
So welcome to the NEW New Championship Wrestling, where the boys continue to be boys, the men try to prove their worth, the women still look like sluts, and Zack Anderson continues to be…
Sensational.”
…
…
Zack is sitting in the front row of his class, the only one wearing the cap and gown. You can tell this is the biggest moment of his life, that even the cockiness from before was just a show for what’s truly important to him.
Zack loves the wrestling business more then he loves looking at himself in the mirror.
Well, almost.