Post by Philip Burns on Dec 7, 2008 8:58:57 GMT -6
Philip Burns is sitting in the passenger seat of a rental car being driven by JP Rush. They are in San Jose headed to the HP Pavilion. It is mid-day and the sun is bright overhead but it is still very chilly outside. The parking lot to the arena is crowded as they pull into the back lot. After parking they begin making their way toward the entrance. Fans are staked out all over the grass and surrounding the back lot. Burns hears the cheering and sees the excitement in the air. He hands his gym bag to JP and begins to ascend the giant concrete slope separating himself and the fans. He reaches the top to a great amount of cheers. The fans all try to engage him at once, asking him to sign various objects and pose for pictures with them. Phil does this for a while until after checking the time he realizes he should be going. The crowd shouts their wishes of luck and he heads off to the arena.
He and JP walk through the entrance and are met by various personnel from the office. They inform Mr. Burns that former General Manager Ruston Bourne is in the building and requests a meeting with him. After getting directions on where he is located they head off, thanking the lady for her time. On the way they meet several wrestlers. Homeless Harold is grabbing a nap on one of the shipping crates. What would seem horribly uncomfortable to most men seems to put him to sleep like a baby. His snores are heard all the way down the hall as they pass by. The two pass by the production team setting up the interview area, Mike Honcho have a fight with the parking manager about his van taking up two spots, and finally arrive at a door that says Ruston Bourne on the front. Bourne is outside on his cell phone.
RB: Yep, I am all set up buddy. Thanks for giving me and office out here, man. Oh no problem I have it under control. Hey listen, Burns and company are here so I am going to have to hollar at you later. Alright brother, bye.
Hey guys! Step right in.
They walk into the office and take seats. Its not a typical office with a desk separating the parties. Its a comfortable space with just some easy chairs and a catering cart.
RB: Thanks for showing up boys. I didn't know if that message would get to you guys are not. These office workers are brick wall dumb. So, this is the big man?
JP extends a hand and introduces himself to Mr. Bourne.
JP: Its an honor, sir.
Bourne: Right back at you. I see Phil has an eye for picking his new associates. Nobody is getting by you, big guy. But Burns we have a bit of a situation. I guess you left a message for a matter for the board to consider. So I know I have my facts straight, just tell me in your own words what that was.
Burns eyes a sandwich on the catering tray and Ruston sees the hunger in his eyes. He gets the nod to go ahead and picks it up.
Burns: Well as you know I told Jimmy Zane that I would use no weapons in our match tonight. About an hour after saying that I had this idea. We have a diverse group of wrestlers and some of them or just so damn skilled on the mat that they need a title that highlights that. We need a Pure Championship. The belt would have a very strict set of rules. I am assuming you are familiar with those, but basically a title that is guaranteed to never be put on the line in some gimmick match that is one-sided and will allow ever technician on the roster to shine.
Bourne looks intrigued and has been going over the facts in his mind. Burns gulps down the sandwich, which wasnt difficult about considering the fact that he hadn't eaten anything yet. Apparently he had been getting calls all morning from Mike Honcho and couldn't find time to eat.
Bourne: Well the Board members regret their inability to address you in person but I told them that I would be a suitable representative. Your request has been met with both enthusiasm and resistance. Kelly Fox and some of her close associates want no part in it. But the old schoolers think its great. What it boils down to really is that the board has denied your request to have a new championship created. There are simply too many titles out there and there is not enough roster to support it. However there has been an amended version of your request that did pass.
Burns: Oh?
Bourne: You see, what they want to do is allow you to choose. If you win your match tonight as you say you will, without using a single weapon to harm Jimmy Zane then you will be allowed to choose from that point on whether to defend you title as a Pure Championship or an Xtreme Championship. And any subsequent title holders after you will be allowed to switch it one way or another. Upon winning it they must declare their intentions and stick with it during their current reign. It will share the same Champion history so nothing in the books will be any different.
Burns: Wow, that is actually more original than my idea. I like it. I think it gives a whole new depth and importance to the title. Its not just a belt, it will reflect the individuals own style. Thats genius.
Bourne has that cocky grin on his face
Bourne: Why thanks. It was at my suggestion to our pal on the board. But any who you or Jimmy Zane will be required to make the call upon winning. If the Pure Championship is chosen then a memo of the rules will be sent out to the roster and staff.
Burns: Thats awesome, man. This feels like a new day all of a sudden!
Bourne: Glad you like it. Listen man I have a few more meetings on behalf of the HQ so I am gonna have to dismiss you but hit me up before this night is over. We don't talk as much sine I have been working in the main office. And once again, good to meet you JP.
They shake hands and the two men exit the office. An angry Honcho Man is waiting outside enraged ready to talk to Bourne about his parking situation but is turned away and told that he needs to talk to Sampson. They head toward the locker room and happen to run into Eric Hardy in the interview area.
Hardy: Hey Burns! Chad isn't here yet so I was wondering if you would do an interview with me. I get two paychecks that way!
Burns:You got it Buster, just let me get dressed.
Scene fades momentarily and when it comes back Philip Burns and Eric Hardy are seated in front of the mock studio backdrop.
EH: Phil, good to have you here. Everyone is wondering about your stipulation you imposed on the match. Some people are saying its suicide, some are saying its innovative. What is your take on it now that it has been said and done?
Burns: Well Eric its pretty simple. I may get smashed up pretty bad tonight but that is going to happen anyway. What happened is I am tired of Jimmy Zane running his mouth off like a stereotypical wrestling bad guy with a boner for violence. Its one thing to be hard core. I get that. But it just sounds so ridiculous with these threats that he cannot back up. We have heard this a million times. I'm not saying that every word I utter is fresh and exiting. But at least I am not reading word for word from an eighties heel promo book.
EH: So you decided if he would do nothing but threaten you with violence then you would turn the tables and make him look like a fool?
Burns: Exactly. This guy is so insecure and I plan on showing that to the world. I don't need to make up stories of Head trauma is I do something weird. I am just weird sometimes. I admit that. Tonight is the end of the Jimmy Zane and Philip Burns rivalry. I have nothing further to do with this man once the bell rings. I refuse to listen to one more damn promo directed at me by this man. Its ridiculous and for him to think he is saying anything that anyone wants to hear is ridiculous.
I am excited about the match and I just had a meeting with a Board Representative, a meeting a am anxious to share the contents of later tonight.
EH: I feel you. This has drawn on for a long time. Good luck tonight and I look forward to your announcement live on Pay-Per-View! Thank you for joining me!
The scene fades on a handshake and a closeup of the Belt draped over Burns' shoulder.
He and JP walk through the entrance and are met by various personnel from the office. They inform Mr. Burns that former General Manager Ruston Bourne is in the building and requests a meeting with him. After getting directions on where he is located they head off, thanking the lady for her time. On the way they meet several wrestlers. Homeless Harold is grabbing a nap on one of the shipping crates. What would seem horribly uncomfortable to most men seems to put him to sleep like a baby. His snores are heard all the way down the hall as they pass by. The two pass by the production team setting up the interview area, Mike Honcho have a fight with the parking manager about his van taking up two spots, and finally arrive at a door that says Ruston Bourne on the front. Bourne is outside on his cell phone.
RB: Yep, I am all set up buddy. Thanks for giving me and office out here, man. Oh no problem I have it under control. Hey listen, Burns and company are here so I am going to have to hollar at you later. Alright brother, bye.
Hey guys! Step right in.
They walk into the office and take seats. Its not a typical office with a desk separating the parties. Its a comfortable space with just some easy chairs and a catering cart.
RB: Thanks for showing up boys. I didn't know if that message would get to you guys are not. These office workers are brick wall dumb. So, this is the big man?
JP extends a hand and introduces himself to Mr. Bourne.
JP: Its an honor, sir.
Bourne: Right back at you. I see Phil has an eye for picking his new associates. Nobody is getting by you, big guy. But Burns we have a bit of a situation. I guess you left a message for a matter for the board to consider. So I know I have my facts straight, just tell me in your own words what that was.
Burns eyes a sandwich on the catering tray and Ruston sees the hunger in his eyes. He gets the nod to go ahead and picks it up.
Burns: Well as you know I told Jimmy Zane that I would use no weapons in our match tonight. About an hour after saying that I had this idea. We have a diverse group of wrestlers and some of them or just so damn skilled on the mat that they need a title that highlights that. We need a Pure Championship. The belt would have a very strict set of rules. I am assuming you are familiar with those, but basically a title that is guaranteed to never be put on the line in some gimmick match that is one-sided and will allow ever technician on the roster to shine.
Bourne looks intrigued and has been going over the facts in his mind. Burns gulps down the sandwich, which wasnt difficult about considering the fact that he hadn't eaten anything yet. Apparently he had been getting calls all morning from Mike Honcho and couldn't find time to eat.
Bourne: Well the Board members regret their inability to address you in person but I told them that I would be a suitable representative. Your request has been met with both enthusiasm and resistance. Kelly Fox and some of her close associates want no part in it. But the old schoolers think its great. What it boils down to really is that the board has denied your request to have a new championship created. There are simply too many titles out there and there is not enough roster to support it. However there has been an amended version of your request that did pass.
Burns: Oh?
Bourne: You see, what they want to do is allow you to choose. If you win your match tonight as you say you will, without using a single weapon to harm Jimmy Zane then you will be allowed to choose from that point on whether to defend you title as a Pure Championship or an Xtreme Championship. And any subsequent title holders after you will be allowed to switch it one way or another. Upon winning it they must declare their intentions and stick with it during their current reign. It will share the same Champion history so nothing in the books will be any different.
Burns: Wow, that is actually more original than my idea. I like it. I think it gives a whole new depth and importance to the title. Its not just a belt, it will reflect the individuals own style. Thats genius.
Bourne has that cocky grin on his face
Bourne: Why thanks. It was at my suggestion to our pal on the board. But any who you or Jimmy Zane will be required to make the call upon winning. If the Pure Championship is chosen then a memo of the rules will be sent out to the roster and staff.
Burns: Thats awesome, man. This feels like a new day all of a sudden!
Bourne: Glad you like it. Listen man I have a few more meetings on behalf of the HQ so I am gonna have to dismiss you but hit me up before this night is over. We don't talk as much sine I have been working in the main office. And once again, good to meet you JP.
They shake hands and the two men exit the office. An angry Honcho Man is waiting outside enraged ready to talk to Bourne about his parking situation but is turned away and told that he needs to talk to Sampson. They head toward the locker room and happen to run into Eric Hardy in the interview area.
Hardy: Hey Burns! Chad isn't here yet so I was wondering if you would do an interview with me. I get two paychecks that way!
Burns:You got it Buster, just let me get dressed.
Scene fades momentarily and when it comes back Philip Burns and Eric Hardy are seated in front of the mock studio backdrop.
EH: Phil, good to have you here. Everyone is wondering about your stipulation you imposed on the match. Some people are saying its suicide, some are saying its innovative. What is your take on it now that it has been said and done?
Burns: Well Eric its pretty simple. I may get smashed up pretty bad tonight but that is going to happen anyway. What happened is I am tired of Jimmy Zane running his mouth off like a stereotypical wrestling bad guy with a boner for violence. Its one thing to be hard core. I get that. But it just sounds so ridiculous with these threats that he cannot back up. We have heard this a million times. I'm not saying that every word I utter is fresh and exiting. But at least I am not reading word for word from an eighties heel promo book.
EH: So you decided if he would do nothing but threaten you with violence then you would turn the tables and make him look like a fool?
Burns: Exactly. This guy is so insecure and I plan on showing that to the world. I don't need to make up stories of Head trauma is I do something weird. I am just weird sometimes. I admit that. Tonight is the end of the Jimmy Zane and Philip Burns rivalry. I have nothing further to do with this man once the bell rings. I refuse to listen to one more damn promo directed at me by this man. Its ridiculous and for him to think he is saying anything that anyone wants to hear is ridiculous.
I am excited about the match and I just had a meeting with a Board Representative, a meeting a am anxious to share the contents of later tonight.
EH: I feel you. This has drawn on for a long time. Good luck tonight and I look forward to your announcement live on Pay-Per-View! Thank you for joining me!
The scene fades on a handshake and a closeup of the Belt draped over Burns' shoulder.