Post by tommystone on Jan 13, 2017 16:04:47 GMT -5
The scene opens for the first time to see a rather disheveled looking man walking through the small corridors of Alpha Wrestling Empire, the camera follows him for a bit before he finally notices it. The man takes off his glasses and takes a sip from a paper cup, the man shakes his head and hangs his head low, the light above him flickers, causing him to shake his head again. A small graphic appears on screen with his name, Tommy Stone.
"You know? Oddly enough this isn't my first empire. These eyes of mine have seen far too many empires in his day to properly call this an empire."
Tommy raises his fingers and motions air quotes every time he says empire.
"But, what I can call this establishment, is a chance! Another chance, don't have too many of those now do we? This is a chance to create another memory, another notch on the proverbial road of life. Now I could come and talk about how Florida's Finest hasn't even gotten his foot in the door and is already being paid more than half the roster, but that would be tacky wouldn't it? I could talk about metaphorical bars and how they've either been raised or lowered with my arrival, but instead I'm going to use something a bit less cliche."
He reaches into his pocket and fiddles around for something, after a moment he pulls out a small pencil, the kind used when playing putt-putt or the lotto.
"Let's use this pencil here as an example of the Alpha Wrestling Empire."
He traces his finger along the side of the pencil.
"As you can see, it's rather short and dull, like the history of Alpha Wrestling Empire so far."
His fingers find their way to the tip of the pencil, which is rather dull and rounded off.
"Even at the top of the ladder it's kinda dull, I mean it can still function, but just... not as well as other pencils. This is where Tommy Stone comes into play, this is why management is willing to pay the big bucks."
He goes back into his pocket and pulls out a small pocket knife, Tommy flicks it open and starts sharpening the pencil. Small bits of pencil shavings fall on the floor, before Tommy stops, he pokes the top of the pencil to test the sharpness, even throwing in an over dramatic pained expression as he jolts his finger back from the pencil. Tommy unsheathes the blade and puts away his pocket knife, not to attract any unwarranted attention from security.
"This my good sirs, is why they've brought in Tommy Stone, why they personally came to my house in beautiful Orlando and asked me to come wrestle, to bring a point to AWE. See now this pencil is no longer dull, it can serve it's purpose in a more efficient manner, and that's how AWE is going to be from now on. You can take your Amis Sheltons, your Austin Gales, heck you can take your Zack Fantanas, and without a point they're no better than some two bit side show that you take your kids to when you forget it's their birthday."
"You see I've personally worked with Mr. Fantana before in a different Empire, a much bigger one than this, and him and I ran wild and took over for a while with a certain mad man... but this Fantana is not that one. This Fantana feels like generic cola from the grocery store, I mean they say it's the same thing but we all know it's not. It could be age, it could be a lack of interest, but personally I think it's a lack of valid competition. What's the point of being a champion if you have no one to contest it with, so after he undoubtedly wins this Alpha Cup, and beats whoever wins the four way tonight, I think he can smell it in the air. The smell of coffee and testosterone that will bring out the best in any man. Speaking of which..."
He taps the paper cup and swishes around the contents of it, not sure whether to drink it or not.
"You'd think we'd at least spring for some good coffee around here."
With a hefty sigh, he shotguns the rest of the coffee. Tommy tosses the coffee behind him and begins to walk again, the cameraman quickly gets in front of Tommy, and backpedals to keep up the shot.
"It may not happen this week, but it will come. The Era of Tommy Stone will rise again, like the plant that grows from the crack inside of a rock, I will find a way to sprout again and make my way up the ranking list. I will find a way to not only boost this company up to a higher standard, but I'll find a way to boost the name of Florida's Finest all the way to the heavens once again. They say the hardest part is simply starting, taking that first step, they're wrong. The hardest part is watching a company you put your heart and soul into burn to the ground again and again... but not this time. You can line up every member of that roster and I'm going to beat them one by one, one after another, they're going to have my size 13 boot engraved in their ass, and the sight of me pinning them burned into their skulls... and only when I'm back on top will everyone in the building realize why management brought in Florida's Finest... it always pays to have a contingency plan, remember that kids."
He finally stops at a door, he opens it and makes a parting motion to the camera, and with that the camera fades to black as the cameraman could be heard trying to catch his breath.
"You know? Oddly enough this isn't my first empire. These eyes of mine have seen far too many empires in his day to properly call this an empire."
Tommy raises his fingers and motions air quotes every time he says empire.
"But, what I can call this establishment, is a chance! Another chance, don't have too many of those now do we? This is a chance to create another memory, another notch on the proverbial road of life. Now I could come and talk about how Florida's Finest hasn't even gotten his foot in the door and is already being paid more than half the roster, but that would be tacky wouldn't it? I could talk about metaphorical bars and how they've either been raised or lowered with my arrival, but instead I'm going to use something a bit less cliche."
He reaches into his pocket and fiddles around for something, after a moment he pulls out a small pencil, the kind used when playing putt-putt or the lotto.
"Let's use this pencil here as an example of the Alpha Wrestling Empire."
He traces his finger along the side of the pencil.
"As you can see, it's rather short and dull, like the history of Alpha Wrestling Empire so far."
His fingers find their way to the tip of the pencil, which is rather dull and rounded off.
"Even at the top of the ladder it's kinda dull, I mean it can still function, but just... not as well as other pencils. This is where Tommy Stone comes into play, this is why management is willing to pay the big bucks."
He goes back into his pocket and pulls out a small pocket knife, Tommy flicks it open and starts sharpening the pencil. Small bits of pencil shavings fall on the floor, before Tommy stops, he pokes the top of the pencil to test the sharpness, even throwing in an over dramatic pained expression as he jolts his finger back from the pencil. Tommy unsheathes the blade and puts away his pocket knife, not to attract any unwarranted attention from security.
"This my good sirs, is why they've brought in Tommy Stone, why they personally came to my house in beautiful Orlando and asked me to come wrestle, to bring a point to AWE. See now this pencil is no longer dull, it can serve it's purpose in a more efficient manner, and that's how AWE is going to be from now on. You can take your Amis Sheltons, your Austin Gales, heck you can take your Zack Fantanas, and without a point they're no better than some two bit side show that you take your kids to when you forget it's their birthday."
"You see I've personally worked with Mr. Fantana before in a different Empire, a much bigger one than this, and him and I ran wild and took over for a while with a certain mad man... but this Fantana is not that one. This Fantana feels like generic cola from the grocery store, I mean they say it's the same thing but we all know it's not. It could be age, it could be a lack of interest, but personally I think it's a lack of valid competition. What's the point of being a champion if you have no one to contest it with, so after he undoubtedly wins this Alpha Cup, and beats whoever wins the four way tonight, I think he can smell it in the air. The smell of coffee and testosterone that will bring out the best in any man. Speaking of which..."
He taps the paper cup and swishes around the contents of it, not sure whether to drink it or not.
"You'd think we'd at least spring for some good coffee around here."
With a hefty sigh, he shotguns the rest of the coffee. Tommy tosses the coffee behind him and begins to walk again, the cameraman quickly gets in front of Tommy, and backpedals to keep up the shot.
"It may not happen this week, but it will come. The Era of Tommy Stone will rise again, like the plant that grows from the crack inside of a rock, I will find a way to sprout again and make my way up the ranking list. I will find a way to not only boost this company up to a higher standard, but I'll find a way to boost the name of Florida's Finest all the way to the heavens once again. They say the hardest part is simply starting, taking that first step, they're wrong. The hardest part is watching a company you put your heart and soul into burn to the ground again and again... but not this time. You can line up every member of that roster and I'm going to beat them one by one, one after another, they're going to have my size 13 boot engraved in their ass, and the sight of me pinning them burned into their skulls... and only when I'm back on top will everyone in the building realize why management brought in Florida's Finest... it always pays to have a contingency plan, remember that kids."
He finally stops at a door, he opens it and makes a parting motion to the camera, and with that the camera fades to black as the cameraman could be heard trying to catch his breath.