Post by Austin Gale on Jan 16, 2017 16:11:30 GMT -5
Austin: “Just in here and we will start the interview.”
The door swung open. Sauntering into the room was Austin Gale, decked out in his usual suit and a drink in hand. Following closely behind him was a young Brazilian boy. He looked like he had eaten maybe three times in his twenty years of life. His eyes widened as he looked around the room. Clearly, the room was nicer than the cardboard box he lived in.
Austin: “This interview is going to be very simple. You’re going to demonstrate your skills as a cameraman while I talk about Amis Shelton. Sound easy enough?”
Fernando: “Very nice. How much?”
Austin: “Was that...Borat?”
Fernando: “Much yes.”
Austin: “Stop that. Now press record so we can get this over with.”
Fernando: “Camera already record.”
The vein on the side of Austin’s head begins to twitch. This guy couldn’t really be as bad as Mike, could he? It didn’t matter. Austin knocked back the rest of his drink and took a seat across from the camera. He unbuttons his jacket before crossing his legs.
Austin: “Amis Shelton. I have to say something about you that I don’t usually say about people in this industry. I actually respect you. From BFW World Champion to FSW Champion, you have proven your worth time and time again. You talk a big game and then back it up in the ring. That alone is impressive. But what have you done since joining AWE? You’ve successfully demonstrated your lack of ability to beat Zack. Welcome to that club. You’ve also demonstrated your ability to beat Benny. Woo-fucking-hoo. For a man who touts several championship victories, you seem to have the same AWE record as the Boy Wonder, Benjamin. Does the thought of that knock you down a peg? Does it damage your inflated ego? It should. If you have the same record as the laughing stock of the entire roster, what does that make you? Before you rush in here with your ‘I was the first and last BFW World Champion’ nonsense, remember this; you were a two time champion in a federation that lasted under a year. Hell, Wolfe managed to hold the Carnage Championship longer and you know what he’s like. You brag about that title history meanwhile it was the most diluted division in the company. That doesn’t make you impressive. That means you can beat the same person over and over and over again. A one trick pony, as it were. You can raise yourself up, set yourself on your high horse, and preach about how you are the whole fuckin’ show until you are blue in the face but none of that is important. It’s not important because YOU put yourself there. No one else. Not anyone on the roster. Not a single fan in the audience. The only person who looks up at you is your wife when she’s sucking your dick to make you feel better about another loss. Better warm up your knee pads Allana because you’re going to be using them again on Sunday.”
Fernando: “Blowjob for me?”
Losing his train of thought, Austin’s eyes snap up at Fernando. The innocent look on his face seemed to demonstrate he didn’t quite understand what he was talking about. Austin thought about giving him a pass on this one but he had to probe.
Austin: “Were you asking for one from Amis, Allana or me?”
Fernando: “Yes.”
Austin: “You’re a virgin aren’t you, kid?”
Fernando: “Yes.”
Austin drops his face into his hands. The kid actually was worse than Mike. Who would have thought it could be possible.
Austin: “Let me finish this promo and then I’m going to explain the birds and the bees, okay?”
Fernando: “Very nice.”
Austin: “Quit the Borat bullshit! It’s more irritating than listening to Amis ramble on with his shitty insults. Deep breaths, Austin. You already lost one cameraman this week. Probably not good to lose another.”
Fernando looks extremely nervous by that statement. Or maybe he just looked parched. He was still afraid to drink water incase it was poisonous.
Austin: “Amis, you actually quite remind me of myself. A slightly older and much less financially successful version of myself. But myself, nonetheless. We both walk around with this ego that was inflated either by our wrestling accomplishments or our financial situation. We both have a giant chip on our shoulder and act like we have something to prove when we clearly don’t. And our hate for the people around us seems to grow on a daily basis. Yes, we are cut from the same cloth, you and I. There’s just one subtle difference; we both can’t be winners. So I’m going to do you a favour, Shelton. When the match is done and I stand victorious, it won’t be you that I pinned. I will protect your ego the best I can, Amis. And after my hand is raised in victory, I’m going to buy you a drink. Nothing too fancy, just enough to make Allana look like the model you wish you could have married. That way when she is trying to blow away your sorrows, you will see her as less of a Benny Stevens in drag and more of a Kimitsu. Someone who is clearly out of your league but your drunken state will leave you thinking you’re the Voldemort to Tommy’s Harry Potter. Anything is possible. And cut!”
Confused by the statement, Fernando wanders out of the room. The kid was an imbecile but he got the job done. Now Austin could go back to relaxing before his big match. Quickly running back into the room, Fernando swings at the camera wire with a knife, severing it in two.
Austin: “What the fuck are you doing?!”
Fernando: “Cutting camera.”
Austin: “Jesus fucking…”
Fade to black.
The door swung open. Sauntering into the room was Austin Gale, decked out in his usual suit and a drink in hand. Following closely behind him was a young Brazilian boy. He looked like he had eaten maybe three times in his twenty years of life. His eyes widened as he looked around the room. Clearly, the room was nicer than the cardboard box he lived in.
Austin: “This interview is going to be very simple. You’re going to demonstrate your skills as a cameraman while I talk about Amis Shelton. Sound easy enough?”
Fernando: “Very nice. How much?”
Austin: “Was that...Borat?”
Fernando: “Much yes.”
Austin: “Stop that. Now press record so we can get this over with.”
Fernando: “Camera already record.”
The vein on the side of Austin’s head begins to twitch. This guy couldn’t really be as bad as Mike, could he? It didn’t matter. Austin knocked back the rest of his drink and took a seat across from the camera. He unbuttons his jacket before crossing his legs.
Austin: “Amis Shelton. I have to say something about you that I don’t usually say about people in this industry. I actually respect you. From BFW World Champion to FSW Champion, you have proven your worth time and time again. You talk a big game and then back it up in the ring. That alone is impressive. But what have you done since joining AWE? You’ve successfully demonstrated your lack of ability to beat Zack. Welcome to that club. You’ve also demonstrated your ability to beat Benny. Woo-fucking-hoo. For a man who touts several championship victories, you seem to have the same AWE record as the Boy Wonder, Benjamin. Does the thought of that knock you down a peg? Does it damage your inflated ego? It should. If you have the same record as the laughing stock of the entire roster, what does that make you? Before you rush in here with your ‘I was the first and last BFW World Champion’ nonsense, remember this; you were a two time champion in a federation that lasted under a year. Hell, Wolfe managed to hold the Carnage Championship longer and you know what he’s like. You brag about that title history meanwhile it was the most diluted division in the company. That doesn’t make you impressive. That means you can beat the same person over and over and over again. A one trick pony, as it were. You can raise yourself up, set yourself on your high horse, and preach about how you are the whole fuckin’ show until you are blue in the face but none of that is important. It’s not important because YOU put yourself there. No one else. Not anyone on the roster. Not a single fan in the audience. The only person who looks up at you is your wife when she’s sucking your dick to make you feel better about another loss. Better warm up your knee pads Allana because you’re going to be using them again on Sunday.”
Fernando: “Blowjob for me?”
Losing his train of thought, Austin’s eyes snap up at Fernando. The innocent look on his face seemed to demonstrate he didn’t quite understand what he was talking about. Austin thought about giving him a pass on this one but he had to probe.
Austin: “Were you asking for one from Amis, Allana or me?”
Fernando: “Yes.”
Austin: “You’re a virgin aren’t you, kid?”
Fernando: “Yes.”
Austin drops his face into his hands. The kid actually was worse than Mike. Who would have thought it could be possible.
Austin: “Let me finish this promo and then I’m going to explain the birds and the bees, okay?”
Fernando: “Very nice.”
Austin: “Quit the Borat bullshit! It’s more irritating than listening to Amis ramble on with his shitty insults. Deep breaths, Austin. You already lost one cameraman this week. Probably not good to lose another.”
Fernando looks extremely nervous by that statement. Or maybe he just looked parched. He was still afraid to drink water incase it was poisonous.
Austin: “Amis, you actually quite remind me of myself. A slightly older and much less financially successful version of myself. But myself, nonetheless. We both walk around with this ego that was inflated either by our wrestling accomplishments or our financial situation. We both have a giant chip on our shoulder and act like we have something to prove when we clearly don’t. And our hate for the people around us seems to grow on a daily basis. Yes, we are cut from the same cloth, you and I. There’s just one subtle difference; we both can’t be winners. So I’m going to do you a favour, Shelton. When the match is done and I stand victorious, it won’t be you that I pinned. I will protect your ego the best I can, Amis. And after my hand is raised in victory, I’m going to buy you a drink. Nothing too fancy, just enough to make Allana look like the model you wish you could have married. That way when she is trying to blow away your sorrows, you will see her as less of a Benny Stevens in drag and more of a Kimitsu. Someone who is clearly out of your league but your drunken state will leave you thinking you’re the Voldemort to Tommy’s Harry Potter. Anything is possible. And cut!”
Confused by the statement, Fernando wanders out of the room. The kid was an imbecile but he got the job done. Now Austin could go back to relaxing before his big match. Quickly running back into the room, Fernando swings at the camera wire with a knife, severing it in two.
Austin: “What the fuck are you doing?!”
Fernando: “Cutting camera.”
Austin: “Jesus fucking…”
Fade to black.