Post by Austin Gale on Jan 15, 2017 20:01:28 GMT -5
The yacht was swaying side to side. The normally calm waters were proving themselves to be rather abnormal today. He didn’t have sea legs like his brother. He’s not even sure why his brother brought him out here. After all, he had a match to prepare for.
Wolfe: “Benny Benjamin Stevens. Wolfe is ready for you, Puppet Pal. Wolfe has wanted to etch another lose in your record since the days of BFW. You always were such an odd duck.”
Austin: “What the fuck are you doing?”
Startled, Wolfe near jumps out of his skin. Sauntering down the deck towards him was his younger brother Austin Gale. Fully decked out in the proper yacht attire, drink in hand and swaying with the waves, he looked like a natural. As he should. He did own three, after all.
Austin: “Why are you out here acting like you have a match? And Mike, why the fuck are you recording him?”
Mike: “I…”
Austin: “Shut the fuck up. Wolfe, your obsession with Benny has to stop. After our match he won’t be recognizable. I’m going to change his face more than he thinks he’s grown as a person. Seriously, you’re obsessed with a guy who thinks changing his outfit more than a Victoria’s Secret Angel counts as improving as a human being. He thinks that since he stopped buttering his ass and getting called a “biscuit” but just lubes his ass instead, that he isn’t the same old shmuck. It’s honestly pathetic.”
Wolfe: “Wolfe can’t help it! His Twitter presence is entertaining. The guy changes his picture EVERY DAY! Wolfe only wishes he had so little going on in his life that he could commit like that!”
Austin: “That’s not a pro, it’s a con! The dipshit is obsessed with twitter.”
Throwing his drink into the open water in his frustration, Austin follows through and slams his fist down on the railing. Seething, Austin grits his teeth trying to to calm himself down.
Austin: “For a guy with an extensive loss record, he has to be the mouthiest fuck on Twitter. He has more lip than his mom’s oddly drooping snatch. And oddly, he has a drooping of his own that rivals hers. Yes, I saw the pictures. No, I don’t know why he compared his to his own mother’s. Seriously, stop sending me comparison photos, Benny. I never have wanted to see your vagina and I don’t think that’s changing anytime soon.”
Wolfe: “As weird as that is, he’s still an inspiration! The way he can devote so much time to the internet even without being able to afford it. It’s amazing.”
Austin: “No. No it’s not inspirational. He seems to THINK he is inspirational. He skipped around BFW in a skirt and then has the audacity to state that he inspired the BFW World Champion? The only thing he has inspired is fans to take bathroom breaks. He has made one solid point since his debut in the wrestling industry; my loss to SOB made me lose a bit of ground. A bit of my edge. But that was my first wrestling match. Ever. What did I do after that, Benny? I made it to the quarter finals of the Alpha Cup and was eliminated by our undefeated Resilience champion. How did your loss to Zack and Carmen feel? Or Erron? What about your recent four way loss? And how are you going to feel after your inevitable loss in our match? Are you going to cry about it on Twitter in hopes of getting sympathy? Maybe you will make up some excuse like you were sick or you were experimenting. News flash, no one cares that you experiment with dudes. That news is so common that Tommy doesn’t even need to break it to the world. You have had one win in AWE and you already think you are the shit. The top dog. Fuck, it wasn’t even your most recent match!”
Wolfe stares at his brother, clearly confused by the tangent he has decided to go off on. Glancing side to side, he rapidly blinks as he cocks his head to the side.
Wolfe: “Who are you talking to?”
Austin: “You couldn’t beat Erron. I did. Guess what? I’m in the match! You couldn’t beat Amis. He’s in the match too. You couldn’t beat beat Zack. Now, neither could I BUT I took him much further to the limit than you ever could. Further than you could ever DREAM to. So go ahead, call yourself my role model. Say it’s a reality check for me. But know this, the only thing you are is a bar. A bar to demonstrate low standards and how low you have to be to be the worst on the roster. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to step over you like the pile of shit you are.”
Mike: “And cut!”
Austin: “What do you mean cut? Why the fuck were you recording that?”
Mike: “Once the camera starts, we can’t stop it. AWE rules or something.”
Austin: “You motherfucker, you were recording Wolfe! Fuck it, you’re fired. Wolfe, show him out.”
Before Mike even has a chance to respond, Wolfe takes him down with a Howler. Loading him up on his shoulders, Wolfe tosses Mike off the boat with ease.
Wolfe: “Now, when are you going to film your promo against Benny?”
Austin: “Did you not just...nevermind.”
Fade to black.
Wolfe: “Benny Benjamin Stevens. Wolfe is ready for you, Puppet Pal. Wolfe has wanted to etch another lose in your record since the days of BFW. You always were such an odd duck.”
Austin: “What the fuck are you doing?”
Startled, Wolfe near jumps out of his skin. Sauntering down the deck towards him was his younger brother Austin Gale. Fully decked out in the proper yacht attire, drink in hand and swaying with the waves, he looked like a natural. As he should. He did own three, after all.
Austin: “Why are you out here acting like you have a match? And Mike, why the fuck are you recording him?”
Mike: “I…”
Austin: “Shut the fuck up. Wolfe, your obsession with Benny has to stop. After our match he won’t be recognizable. I’m going to change his face more than he thinks he’s grown as a person. Seriously, you’re obsessed with a guy who thinks changing his outfit more than a Victoria’s Secret Angel counts as improving as a human being. He thinks that since he stopped buttering his ass and getting called a “biscuit” but just lubes his ass instead, that he isn’t the same old shmuck. It’s honestly pathetic.”
Wolfe: “Wolfe can’t help it! His Twitter presence is entertaining. The guy changes his picture EVERY DAY! Wolfe only wishes he had so little going on in his life that he could commit like that!”
Austin: “That’s not a pro, it’s a con! The dipshit is obsessed with twitter.”
Throwing his drink into the open water in his frustration, Austin follows through and slams his fist down on the railing. Seething, Austin grits his teeth trying to to calm himself down.
Austin: “For a guy with an extensive loss record, he has to be the mouthiest fuck on Twitter. He has more lip than his mom’s oddly drooping snatch. And oddly, he has a drooping of his own that rivals hers. Yes, I saw the pictures. No, I don’t know why he compared his to his own mother’s. Seriously, stop sending me comparison photos, Benny. I never have wanted to see your vagina and I don’t think that’s changing anytime soon.”
Wolfe: “As weird as that is, he’s still an inspiration! The way he can devote so much time to the internet even without being able to afford it. It’s amazing.”
Austin: “No. No it’s not inspirational. He seems to THINK he is inspirational. He skipped around BFW in a skirt and then has the audacity to state that he inspired the BFW World Champion? The only thing he has inspired is fans to take bathroom breaks. He has made one solid point since his debut in the wrestling industry; my loss to SOB made me lose a bit of ground. A bit of my edge. But that was my first wrestling match. Ever. What did I do after that, Benny? I made it to the quarter finals of the Alpha Cup and was eliminated by our undefeated Resilience champion. How did your loss to Zack and Carmen feel? Or Erron? What about your recent four way loss? And how are you going to feel after your inevitable loss in our match? Are you going to cry about it on Twitter in hopes of getting sympathy? Maybe you will make up some excuse like you were sick or you were experimenting. News flash, no one cares that you experiment with dudes. That news is so common that Tommy doesn’t even need to break it to the world. You have had one win in AWE and you already think you are the shit. The top dog. Fuck, it wasn’t even your most recent match!”
Wolfe stares at his brother, clearly confused by the tangent he has decided to go off on. Glancing side to side, he rapidly blinks as he cocks his head to the side.
Wolfe: “Who are you talking to?”
Austin: “You couldn’t beat Erron. I did. Guess what? I’m in the match! You couldn’t beat Amis. He’s in the match too. You couldn’t beat beat Zack. Now, neither could I BUT I took him much further to the limit than you ever could. Further than you could ever DREAM to. So go ahead, call yourself my role model. Say it’s a reality check for me. But know this, the only thing you are is a bar. A bar to demonstrate low standards and how low you have to be to be the worst on the roster. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to step over you like the pile of shit you are.”
Mike: “And cut!”
Austin: “What do you mean cut? Why the fuck were you recording that?”
Mike: “Once the camera starts, we can’t stop it. AWE rules or something.”
Austin: “You motherfucker, you were recording Wolfe! Fuck it, you’re fired. Wolfe, show him out.”
Before Mike even has a chance to respond, Wolfe takes him down with a Howler. Loading him up on his shoulders, Wolfe tosses Mike off the boat with ease.
Wolfe: “Now, when are you going to film your promo against Benny?”
Austin: “Did you not just...nevermind.”
Fade to black.