Post by tommystone on Mar 29, 2017 0:38:34 GMT -5
The scene opens to ring side, several hours before the show actually began. The ring is still barely put together, with various referees and ring side technicians putting it together. In the middle of the ring stood a lone individual, holding a title belt in his hand. The man, wearing a ridiculous Hawaiian shirt/Business suit combination shouts something at the people around the ring, getting them out of camera shot. The camera finally focuses on the man, and it's Tommy Stone! In his hand is the "new" Florida's Finest belt. On the front of the belt, is a rather bad drawing of palm trees crossing, and in the middle is the initials "FF". Next to the palm trees are several poorly drawn icons, such as Mickey Mouse's ears, an alligator, and a flamingo wearing sunglasses.
You know, when I asked for time to speak to the world, I had imagined that it would be in front of a live crowd. But unfortunately with the current assault and potential murder charges being brought against our General Manager, this is the best they can do. Your new champion, relegated to having to speak to the walls, truly this is the tragedy of the commons! As you can see I brought my brand new title belt down to the ring with me, after an extensive cleaning and re-branding process of course.
Tommy slings the title belt of his shoulder, not wanting to juggle a microphone, title belt, and cup of coffee. Tommy pats the title belt with the microphone hand, causing a rather loud THUD to come through the audio.
As the newest champion of Alpha Empire Wrestling, I take on a certain prestige and responsibility to uphold the image of the company. I join the ranks of Aaron Pace... Dare Clemmens.... Ketsukejn- I'm not even going to try and pronounce that last one. That's right I've joined as one of the five faces of the company, and boy is it about time. This place needs someone with a certain recognizable factor to them to hold a belt, it's going to help draw more people to the building. And after the 19th, I can guarantee that I'm going to draw some more people the the building.
He holds up his coffee mug, and shakes it a little. Taking a rather exaggerated sip of his coffee, he lowers it again, careful not to lose any of it.
What did I tell you? What did I tell the human shit-nado? All I needed was my win condition, I needed one of the things that made Tommy Stone great at ring side, and boy did it make a difference. Now I don't know what those generation fellows were going on about, but clearly they can see that Florida's Finest is best for business, that Florida's Finest is what this company needs to propel it to the top! Not that I needed them to win of course! Florida's Finest had that in the bag, did you see how I had the human shit-nado running the ropes? I was toying with him by the end of the match, but clearly someone though I needed to wrap it up. And I felt bad for the kid, I really did. He went from fighting the best of the best to fighting Akragth... yuck. I even gave him free advice, out of the kindness of my heart, and what does he do? He threw it away!
Tommy shakes his head in disgust, while managing to take a sip of coffee. The title belt slinks off his shoulder a bit, causing Tommy to do a little shuffle to keep it from falling.
So I hope he gets his ass kicked in by Akragth this week, it might beat some sense into him. But I'm going to assume it was the depression of losing his title belt that was talking for him. Now let's get on to the issue of this week, after my stunning victory, management has decided to once again put the odds against Tommy Stone by putting him in a triple threat. Now Florida's Finest is not stranger to fighting the odds, but clearly they've seen that I'm just too good to have a one on one bout with someone, it would just be an instant win for me. So I've got the triple threat against someone named Bindy, boy her mom must have hated her giving her a name like that, and American Tommy.
He raises an eyebrow at the camera.
Talk about the A-list mingling with the common folk...
Tommy lowers his eyebrow and looks down at his belt.
You see tonight is going to just be a regular match, this bad boy right here has been re-branded as the Florida's Finest championship, it's something special. That Lupathingie title was too... generic. This belt has a splendor to it that I just can't describe, I mean look at it!
The camera zooms in on the...interesting design choices. Tommy all the while has a look of amazing pride on his face.
This bad boy right here will be defended... at the System Shock PPV!
Generic crowd excitement is edited into the video, stock footage from various other arenas is flashed on screen.
So tonight, I'll beat the tar out of American Tommy and Bindy Trent to show that Florida's Finest isn't anyone to fuck with, and then I'll move on to trying to find an appropriate opponent for my first title defense of the Florida's Finest championship. Hell, it might even be a title vs title match... wouldn't that draw some money?
Tommy winks at the camera and drops the microphone. Tommy exits the ring as the camera fades to black, with the final shot being of the horrendous title belt.
You know, when I asked for time to speak to the world, I had imagined that it would be in front of a live crowd. But unfortunately with the current assault and potential murder charges being brought against our General Manager, this is the best they can do. Your new champion, relegated to having to speak to the walls, truly this is the tragedy of the commons! As you can see I brought my brand new title belt down to the ring with me, after an extensive cleaning and re-branding process of course.
Tommy slings the title belt of his shoulder, not wanting to juggle a microphone, title belt, and cup of coffee. Tommy pats the title belt with the microphone hand, causing a rather loud THUD to come through the audio.
As the newest champion of Alpha Empire Wrestling, I take on a certain prestige and responsibility to uphold the image of the company. I join the ranks of Aaron Pace... Dare Clemmens.... Ketsukejn- I'm not even going to try and pronounce that last one. That's right I've joined as one of the five faces of the company, and boy is it about time. This place needs someone with a certain recognizable factor to them to hold a belt, it's going to help draw more people to the building. And after the 19th, I can guarantee that I'm going to draw some more people the the building.
He holds up his coffee mug, and shakes it a little. Taking a rather exaggerated sip of his coffee, he lowers it again, careful not to lose any of it.
What did I tell you? What did I tell the human shit-nado? All I needed was my win condition, I needed one of the things that made Tommy Stone great at ring side, and boy did it make a difference. Now I don't know what those generation fellows were going on about, but clearly they can see that Florida's Finest is best for business, that Florida's Finest is what this company needs to propel it to the top! Not that I needed them to win of course! Florida's Finest had that in the bag, did you see how I had the human shit-nado running the ropes? I was toying with him by the end of the match, but clearly someone though I needed to wrap it up. And I felt bad for the kid, I really did. He went from fighting the best of the best to fighting Akragth... yuck. I even gave him free advice, out of the kindness of my heart, and what does he do? He threw it away!
Tommy shakes his head in disgust, while managing to take a sip of coffee. The title belt slinks off his shoulder a bit, causing Tommy to do a little shuffle to keep it from falling.
So I hope he gets his ass kicked in by Akragth this week, it might beat some sense into him. But I'm going to assume it was the depression of losing his title belt that was talking for him. Now let's get on to the issue of this week, after my stunning victory, management has decided to once again put the odds against Tommy Stone by putting him in a triple threat. Now Florida's Finest is not stranger to fighting the odds, but clearly they've seen that I'm just too good to have a one on one bout with someone, it would just be an instant win for me. So I've got the triple threat against someone named Bindy, boy her mom must have hated her giving her a name like that, and American Tommy.
He raises an eyebrow at the camera.
Talk about the A-list mingling with the common folk...
Tommy lowers his eyebrow and looks down at his belt.
You see tonight is going to just be a regular match, this bad boy right here has been re-branded as the Florida's Finest championship, it's something special. That Lupathingie title was too... generic. This belt has a splendor to it that I just can't describe, I mean look at it!
The camera zooms in on the...interesting design choices. Tommy all the while has a look of amazing pride on his face.
This bad boy right here will be defended... at the System Shock PPV!
Generic crowd excitement is edited into the video, stock footage from various other arenas is flashed on screen.
So tonight, I'll beat the tar out of American Tommy and Bindy Trent to show that Florida's Finest isn't anyone to fuck with, and then I'll move on to trying to find an appropriate opponent for my first title defense of the Florida's Finest championship. Hell, it might even be a title vs title match... wouldn't that draw some money?
Tommy winks at the camera and drops the microphone. Tommy exits the ring as the camera fades to black, with the final shot being of the horrendous title belt.