Post by Nate Bishop on Sept 8, 2011 23:20:20 GMT -5
Battle Royal Entry
I’m Taylor made for this kind of thing. Don’t think you’ll catch me sleepin or I’ll ruin your dreams. A lot of men are going to climb into that ring and every single one will be thrown out. This kind of match requires a particular set of skills, a set of skills that I happen to possess. The same set of skills that I’ll use to defeat Luke the Drifter, I’ll use to out wit an out last all that enter the Battle Royal.
This is MY match.
There’s one thing that I train for and this is it. I‘ve learned aggression from Johnny Knuckles, Ring psychology from Odin Balfore an I learned how to act and run that ring like a true Champion from Jason Kash.
.. Told ya I was trained by the best in this business. The fact that I get to come back into wrestling and capture gold on my first night, my debut night just tells me one thing..
Ya’ll be fucked…
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:: Nate Bishop can be seen walking the streets of chilly darkened streets of Philly along his friend and mentor Christian Gallos. Gallos is dressed in all black, much like you find a business man in this chilly night. His black leather gloves hold a hotdog as he takes a bite every now an again as he walks and talk with Nate Bishop whose in jeans and a red hooded sweat shirt. ::
Christian- Now is your time Nathan, now is when you get to take the reigns and pull the proverbial cart and take the company where YOU want it to go. You spent, what.. Four months training to get back here, against doctors oders and look at you, the picture of health and perfection. Its not only astounding that you’ve come this far but it speaks a plethora of volumes more that you’re willing to keep going. Every dick, tom and Mary Jane asshole in this business has looked you in the eyes and said “ leave town.” but what did you end up doing? Instead of leaving you burt the fucking place to the ground like a orphanage on Christmas morning. You sparked hopes and dreams, dowsed them in gasoline and determination. You used little lost puppies as the lure, the common deception to gain trust, mis-trust.. Pity, contempt, a modest yet novel joke and you strapped C-4 to its chest, sent it into that flicking orphanage you and blew it the fuck it! Why?
Because Nate bishop is the future of this industry, that’s WHY! that’s why, and we- you, will not stop till the world wipes the glassed over stare of disbelief from their eyes that a kid like you can make it in their world. Nate ya know something; the reason they look down on you isn’t because you got a baby face or you lack muscles on your muscles cuz you don’t enough steroids to kill King Kong- no.. it’s because you are king Kong in sheeps clothing. You could walk up to the tallest building in the world, ascend to the highest point in wrestling and no one will even know you’re there.
Nate- But I know I’m there.
Christian- Exactly, you know you’re there and you pick your spot to announce to the world that Nate Bishop has made it. You have two things that no one else has. The ability to quietly infiltrate and-
Nate- Determination.
Christian- Determination? What are you high?
:: Christian takes a bite of his hot dog and continues talking with his mouth full. ::
Christian- look, any jerk off with a nickel can by determination. Determination doesn’t set you apart from every other asshole in this business that wants to be the best. Only losers cling to determination because it’s the lowest common denominator. YOU on the other hand have reached way up there-
:; Christian points to the sky. ::
Where you can do anything you want to do and no one will know.
Nate- Isn’t that bad?
Christian- no, it’ good. It’s good because it makes you special. It makes you special in a world where everyone wants to be special, tries to be special, begs, pleads, sucks dick behind an Arbys dumpster for. No, the second quality you posses is authenticity. You have it for all the reasons people try and kick you out, throw you out.. Toss you on the streets like a bum- like A FUICKIN ANIMAL!
But you’re not an animal Nate, you’re not a fucking low life like the rest of these fucking assholes whose last resort it is to make a name in wrestling. I never understood that Nate, I never understood how a guy could just waltz into a business with out any rhyme or reason and just think they can take over, either by force of fucking charm, it just doesn’t make a lick of god damn sense to me. Let me tell you if ANYBODY tried to hustle their greasy banana eatin mitts on my business, I’ll grab them by the fucking mush and put a lit cigarette right in their fucking eye! You on the other hand, this is your business. Your daddy was a promoter right here in Philly. Wrestling your damn birth right and these fucking goons that just walk in here because they saw a fucking ad in the unemployment line figured it’d be a great way to make some money!!
:: Christians anger and frustration mounts and boils over as he pegs his hotdog into the street an it explodes all over the pavement. ::
God! Its those guys that tell you Nate Bishop that you weren’t cut out for this business? YOU of all people? Its those people that kick you outta town, they drive you out because they’re afraid of you. They drive you out, you march right the fuck back in there undetected because all these dumb shits have no clue as to what really goes on in this business other then what they see on the fucking TV, what a fucking joke that they don’t even see that your King motha fucking Kong in disguise until you reach that top of the tower, rip off your sheeps cloak and proclaim to the world with a blood thirsty roar that-
Nate: That my name is Nate Bishop an I am the future of this industry!!
:: Nate shouting takes passer bys off guard as they all look at him curious and part like the red sea to clear him a path. This riles Christian up more as he claps his hands. ::
Christian: Then they all get scared, they all get scared because they know that you ain’t fuckin around no more. They’re all sitting there with their thumbs up their asses wondering how the hell you got back in.. you infiltrated that’s how. You’re authentic, that’s how. You can be King Kong one second and be the pied piper the next, tell them all that you’ll lead this beast right out of their town forever, you’ll play your little flute, get them to all march single file like the sheep they are, lock the doors behind you so they can’t get out and them BOOM! You start throwing flaming puppies of YOUR glory over the city walls and watch that fucker burn to the ground so that you can grab hold of what they held dear, rip it away from them because they don’t deserve it.. YOU DO!
Then.. Oh yes then.. And here’s the best part.. You come back a week later, looking completely different and they believe you too because you look the part, you sound the part, Nate you even look the fucking part and tell the world that you’re here to rebuild.
Nate- Like Obama care?
Christian: You’re damn right like Obama care! You’re going to go in that town again an kill every fucking grandma AFTER you fuck them in the ass!
Nate- WHAT!?
Christian- Relax, it’s a figure of speech. You gotta screw em’ over again. Lather, rinse, repeat! That’s how you keep them on their toes, keep them in line.. Fuck them if they love you or hate you. You get your fucking check, you grab as much fucking gold as you can and just crack everyone in your way because your King Kong in sheep’s clothing.
Nate- What you’re saying is that I’m everything an anything that I chose to be because I’m the only one with the talent to pull it all off.
:: Christian puts Nate in a head lock and tussles Nate’s hair. ::
Christian- Now you’re fuckin getting it. Take this Battle Royal match.. it’s the same fucking thing. They’re going to try and kick you out because you don’t belong but then you slip your away around, back in and just hulk smash every motha fucka like his names Jimmy The Rat, like you just caught him schooking your wife! So what do you do, you break his fucking legs with a tire iron.. In this case that knee thingy you do -
:: Christian tries to imitate Nate’s Future Imperfect Finisher by hoping on one leg but it doesn’t quite work like he hoped. ::
Then you convince him that you’re the good guy, lead him to the city limits and your burn that fucker to the ground.. IE start throwing people over the ropes like your tossing Franky the Lips over the Brooklyn Bridge and watch him drop to the mat below like he’s got cement shoes on, much like Franky did.
Nate- Then when it’s all said and done I’ll raise my arms up in victory and tell them that it was for their own good and that the future of wrestling is here to guide them..
Christian- What ever floats your boat kid. Just Remember what I told you.
Nate- yea, ya.. I got it.. King Kong, Pied piper.. Blowing up a sack of puppies.. Gotcha. After Monday night, by the end of Fall Brawl, EWA will be looking at its first ever TV Champion Nate Bishop an I will Make them stand abashed at how awful greatness is. How awful Nate Bishop is and how awful it will be when I hold that title high up over my head and spit on all those would be legacies from those that don’t deserve jack shit in this business, MY business!
Christian- and you can trust me on that shit too because remember you can always trust a Christian.
Nate- and you can always count on the chosen future.. Believe it.
Christian- Damn right! Hey lets go.. I gotta get another hotdog, mines probably half way to fuckin Jersey by now on the wheels of some fucking soap truck.
:: Nate and Christian keep walking into the night as the scene fades to black. ::
I’m Taylor made for this kind of thing. Don’t think you’ll catch me sleepin or I’ll ruin your dreams. A lot of men are going to climb into that ring and every single one will be thrown out. This kind of match requires a particular set of skills, a set of skills that I happen to possess. The same set of skills that I’ll use to defeat Luke the Drifter, I’ll use to out wit an out last all that enter the Battle Royal.
This is MY match.
There’s one thing that I train for and this is it. I‘ve learned aggression from Johnny Knuckles, Ring psychology from Odin Balfore an I learned how to act and run that ring like a true Champion from Jason Kash.
.. Told ya I was trained by the best in this business. The fact that I get to come back into wrestling and capture gold on my first night, my debut night just tells me one thing..
Ya’ll be fucked…
-------- -------- --- -----------------
:: Nate Bishop can be seen walking the streets of chilly darkened streets of Philly along his friend and mentor Christian Gallos. Gallos is dressed in all black, much like you find a business man in this chilly night. His black leather gloves hold a hotdog as he takes a bite every now an again as he walks and talk with Nate Bishop whose in jeans and a red hooded sweat shirt. ::
Christian- Now is your time Nathan, now is when you get to take the reigns and pull the proverbial cart and take the company where YOU want it to go. You spent, what.. Four months training to get back here, against doctors oders and look at you, the picture of health and perfection. Its not only astounding that you’ve come this far but it speaks a plethora of volumes more that you’re willing to keep going. Every dick, tom and Mary Jane asshole in this business has looked you in the eyes and said “ leave town.” but what did you end up doing? Instead of leaving you burt the fucking place to the ground like a orphanage on Christmas morning. You sparked hopes and dreams, dowsed them in gasoline and determination. You used little lost puppies as the lure, the common deception to gain trust, mis-trust.. Pity, contempt, a modest yet novel joke and you strapped C-4 to its chest, sent it into that flicking orphanage you and blew it the fuck it! Why?
Because Nate bishop is the future of this industry, that’s WHY! that’s why, and we- you, will not stop till the world wipes the glassed over stare of disbelief from their eyes that a kid like you can make it in their world. Nate ya know something; the reason they look down on you isn’t because you got a baby face or you lack muscles on your muscles cuz you don’t enough steroids to kill King Kong- no.. it’s because you are king Kong in sheeps clothing. You could walk up to the tallest building in the world, ascend to the highest point in wrestling and no one will even know you’re there.
Nate- But I know I’m there.
Christian- Exactly, you know you’re there and you pick your spot to announce to the world that Nate Bishop has made it. You have two things that no one else has. The ability to quietly infiltrate and-
Nate- Determination.
Christian- Determination? What are you high?
:: Christian takes a bite of his hot dog and continues talking with his mouth full. ::
Christian- look, any jerk off with a nickel can by determination. Determination doesn’t set you apart from every other asshole in this business that wants to be the best. Only losers cling to determination because it’s the lowest common denominator. YOU on the other hand have reached way up there-
:; Christian points to the sky. ::
Where you can do anything you want to do and no one will know.
Nate- Isn’t that bad?
Christian- no, it’ good. It’s good because it makes you special. It makes you special in a world where everyone wants to be special, tries to be special, begs, pleads, sucks dick behind an Arbys dumpster for. No, the second quality you posses is authenticity. You have it for all the reasons people try and kick you out, throw you out.. Toss you on the streets like a bum- like A FUICKIN ANIMAL!
But you’re not an animal Nate, you’re not a fucking low life like the rest of these fucking assholes whose last resort it is to make a name in wrestling. I never understood that Nate, I never understood how a guy could just waltz into a business with out any rhyme or reason and just think they can take over, either by force of fucking charm, it just doesn’t make a lick of god damn sense to me. Let me tell you if ANYBODY tried to hustle their greasy banana eatin mitts on my business, I’ll grab them by the fucking mush and put a lit cigarette right in their fucking eye! You on the other hand, this is your business. Your daddy was a promoter right here in Philly. Wrestling your damn birth right and these fucking goons that just walk in here because they saw a fucking ad in the unemployment line figured it’d be a great way to make some money!!
:: Christians anger and frustration mounts and boils over as he pegs his hotdog into the street an it explodes all over the pavement. ::
God! Its those guys that tell you Nate Bishop that you weren’t cut out for this business? YOU of all people? Its those people that kick you outta town, they drive you out because they’re afraid of you. They drive you out, you march right the fuck back in there undetected because all these dumb shits have no clue as to what really goes on in this business other then what they see on the fucking TV, what a fucking joke that they don’t even see that your King motha fucking Kong in disguise until you reach that top of the tower, rip off your sheeps cloak and proclaim to the world with a blood thirsty roar that-
Nate: That my name is Nate Bishop an I am the future of this industry!!
:: Nate shouting takes passer bys off guard as they all look at him curious and part like the red sea to clear him a path. This riles Christian up more as he claps his hands. ::
Christian: Then they all get scared, they all get scared because they know that you ain’t fuckin around no more. They’re all sitting there with their thumbs up their asses wondering how the hell you got back in.. you infiltrated that’s how. You’re authentic, that’s how. You can be King Kong one second and be the pied piper the next, tell them all that you’ll lead this beast right out of their town forever, you’ll play your little flute, get them to all march single file like the sheep they are, lock the doors behind you so they can’t get out and them BOOM! You start throwing flaming puppies of YOUR glory over the city walls and watch that fucker burn to the ground so that you can grab hold of what they held dear, rip it away from them because they don’t deserve it.. YOU DO!
Then.. Oh yes then.. And here’s the best part.. You come back a week later, looking completely different and they believe you too because you look the part, you sound the part, Nate you even look the fucking part and tell the world that you’re here to rebuild.
Nate- Like Obama care?
Christian: You’re damn right like Obama care! You’re going to go in that town again an kill every fucking grandma AFTER you fuck them in the ass!
Nate- WHAT!?
Christian- Relax, it’s a figure of speech. You gotta screw em’ over again. Lather, rinse, repeat! That’s how you keep them on their toes, keep them in line.. Fuck them if they love you or hate you. You get your fucking check, you grab as much fucking gold as you can and just crack everyone in your way because your King Kong in sheep’s clothing.
Nate- What you’re saying is that I’m everything an anything that I chose to be because I’m the only one with the talent to pull it all off.
:: Christian puts Nate in a head lock and tussles Nate’s hair. ::
Christian- Now you’re fuckin getting it. Take this Battle Royal match.. it’s the same fucking thing. They’re going to try and kick you out because you don’t belong but then you slip your away around, back in and just hulk smash every motha fucka like his names Jimmy The Rat, like you just caught him schooking your wife! So what do you do, you break his fucking legs with a tire iron.. In this case that knee thingy you do -
:: Christian tries to imitate Nate’s Future Imperfect Finisher by hoping on one leg but it doesn’t quite work like he hoped. ::
Then you convince him that you’re the good guy, lead him to the city limits and your burn that fucker to the ground.. IE start throwing people over the ropes like your tossing Franky the Lips over the Brooklyn Bridge and watch him drop to the mat below like he’s got cement shoes on, much like Franky did.
Nate- Then when it’s all said and done I’ll raise my arms up in victory and tell them that it was for their own good and that the future of wrestling is here to guide them..
Christian- What ever floats your boat kid. Just Remember what I told you.
Nate- yea, ya.. I got it.. King Kong, Pied piper.. Blowing up a sack of puppies.. Gotcha. After Monday night, by the end of Fall Brawl, EWA will be looking at its first ever TV Champion Nate Bishop an I will Make them stand abashed at how awful greatness is. How awful Nate Bishop is and how awful it will be when I hold that title high up over my head and spit on all those would be legacies from those that don’t deserve jack shit in this business, MY business!
Christian- and you can trust me on that shit too because remember you can always trust a Christian.
Nate- and you can always count on the chosen future.. Believe it.
Christian- Damn right! Hey lets go.. I gotta get another hotdog, mines probably half way to fuckin Jersey by now on the wheels of some fucking soap truck.
:: Nate and Christian keep walking into the night as the scene fades to black. ::
