Post by Classy J on Feb 2, 2012 20:02:18 GMT -5
SCENE 1: After the match
Classy strolled back stage before parting ways with Joanne and her posse. An incredibly smug grin upon his face and his briefcase and suit jacket in one hand slung over his shoulder, and his fedora and sunglasses back on his head, he had to keep up appearances after all.
That's when he ran into Mathew Rogers.
"Classy, in my opinion what you did was disrespectful to the company, what do you have to say for yourself?"
Classy stopped walking and backed up, turning to face Mathew and staring him down a little.
"You don't get paid to have an opinion."
He'd shove the microphone from his face and head to his locker room, looking in his gym bag to see that he got himself a voice message from Joanne about some party...well since this lady would probably be a valued friend he'd send her a text saying he'd be there.
Scene 2: Lunch somewhere!
He was having Lunch at a mall, figuring that he wouldn't get recognized, figuring lots of people wear Fedora's and hats...but unfortunately 2 girls noticed him and ran up to him in giggling fits. Jay was not a Casanova by any means but he wasn't going to be rude if someone, especially a girl, wanted to talk to him.
"Classy Callahan? *giggle* Where's your man-bag?"
He's roll his eyes. How adorable, Manabu's little joke got out.
"I only carry it around at work sweetie, why? Are you telling me Manabu carries his belt around everywhere?"
"Well duh, he's the champion!" *giggle*
"Guess he's also compensating too."
The girls would giggle and wave to him before wandering off. He'd sigh and continue eating, apparently the champion took great offense to Classy offering some friendly warning. Oh well, it's Manabu's loss.
Scene 3: Back Stage!
It was time, Classy was strolling back stage with his briefcase in hand, looking for someone. He wasn't angry, just in a bit of a hurry. He was honestly hoping to run into Jake Ego but instead he ran into Ashley Thorns she seemed a little nervous so he'd relax a little, he didn't wanna scare her after all, that would've been a dick thing to do.
"Jay, do you have a moment?"
"Well I was looking for Jake or Mathew but it would be nice to being interviewed by someone who's nice for a change."
The girl giggled before continuing.
"Jay, Mr. Fujiwara spent a lot of time calling you out. What's the story between you two?"
Classy would sigh, taking the microphone from Ashley.
"Here, hold my man-bag."
Classy would hand her the briefcase, which now had the label 'Title Shot/Man Bag' taped onto it, Classy did this himself because he found the whole man bag thing amusing.
"Well Ashley, to answer your question: I think that it's because I didn't properly show him the ass kissing respect he so rightfully deserves when eating lunch. You see Fujiwara comes from a family of fighters and wrestlers, and I should honor that family by gushing to Manabu about how great a wrestler he is and how I'm vastly inferior to him because I didn't have a father to ride on the coattails of....at least as far as wrestling goes. He does do steel mill work, and he's one of the toughest mother fuckers I know...but enough about my tank of a father, let's get back to Manabu. See, I was trying to warn him because if you'll notice Ashley, this is the second 3 for all match he's had in a row now."
Ashley would nod frantically while clutching the briefcase.
"Now, since I had just been forced into a match where I was expected to not just wrestle my buddy Joanne, but beat the shit out of her, I figure I'm not the only one the company might be trying to mold for their image. The Classy thing may be a joke most of the time but if you think I'll eagerly go out and put women in the hospital because its 'good business' you need your head adjusted. Anyways, I figure why not give Manabu a heads up? Since it seems like they're trying to reduce his morale by putting him in matches where he's got a clear disadvantage.....still with me Ashley?"
She'd nod, he'd continue.
"So I see him with Cashman, our other opponent, having a friendly conversation, so I figure that he's a nice guy and easy to approach, so I go up to him and try to let him know what's up..and apparently he doesn't know who I am. That's fine, Maybe he's got tunnel vision, I don't care about that. But I don't like his tone very much, so I give him a heads up that I got a briefcase that has a title match and that I'll prolly use it as a weapon because....that's what you do with it."
He'd sigh, shaking his head and looking over at Ashley, her face said she followed but her eyes said she had no clue. He'd pat her on the head and continue.
"And then he called the briefcase a man bag and that's where we go the joke. Dunno how it stuck but whatever, he wants to be Macho Japan Man that's his choice."
He'd turn back to Ashley, his face grinning with excitement.
"Oh but don't get the wrong idea, this makes me happy. I was thrilled when earlier tonight he got on camera and bad mouthed me. I thought that finally there was some real trash talking....and it was it wonderful, but he's a little misinformed about a few things..and seeing as he doesn't seem to know anything about me, this can be a little history lesson for him."
He'd turn towards the camera, taking his sunglasses off, but still eager about what he was going to say.
"Manabu, I apologize for not acknowledging how great you are because of your father's talent. After some thought I realized that because of your greatness through your father, it's perfectly acceptable that you have a fauxhawk. So I apologize for thinking it was stupid or that you look like a male stripper with it. I know I never said it before, but I was thinking it, and I'm pretty sure a lot of other people were as well."
Classy would begin to walk forward, motioning for Ashley to follow him down the hall, which she did, clutching his briefcase in both hands.
"So now that the apology is out of the way, let me tell you a little about myself. I'm a black belt in tae kwon do and I was trained by an MMA expert and former Hardcore champion who for the sake of remaining modest I'll call 'Mr. Black'.
I don't go to the gym because I find all the grunting and snarling from the more muscular folk to be a real distraction, so I either exercise at home or find more private areas to work out.
And I'd ask that you not insult Ms. Joanne the way you did, I mean you can if you want but her boyfriend is a pretty big mother fucker and it's probably pretty hard to make someone tap out when they're beating you with a crowbar.
Now, I'm glad you noticed my briefcase, unlike a man purse it's a solid rectangular shape and it's made of plastic. But I guess someone who's never had to carry anything themselves wouldn't know that."
He'd pause for a moment to let the crowd go "Oooooooooooh" at what was admittedly a low blow.
"What I just did was called a joke. When I was whining about being broke, I was joking, it might not've been a good one, but I'm not really broke, I ain't rich, but I'm well off, I actually have to work to get money, I can't take it out of daddy's wallet.
But back to the briefcase...you don't have to worry about me cashing it in on you, that'd be no fun at all, you haven't gotten to me that much and I honestly don't feel like hearing you whine about getting screwed if I were to cash it in. In the mean time I'm going to continue walking around with it at work because at any point in time I may decided I want to jump the champ and start a title match. Plus it'll keep you on your toes. I'm sure your father'll appreciate someone doing that.
Speaking of Japanese people more successful than you. If you head back to Japan any time soon I'd watch out because you might've pissed off a few well known wrestlers when you mocked the poison mist.
But you know what? That's fine, maybe you're right, maybe I have been using the mist a little too much, so I'll tell you what Manatee, that was another joke...I just called you fat.....I'll go out there and do things your way, Just cuz I don't try to make people tap out doesn't mean I'm not capable of it, it's just so much easier to drop them on their heads. But just because you claim to be a the greatest technical wrestler in your mind, I'll gladly make either you or Cashman tap out. I just hope you don't make up excuses for why a no-named bum who wrestles part time even though I've only missed on week since my return, is able to make someone tap out who's respected and talented................father got them to where they are today".
At this point Ashley would speak up, Classy would hold the microphone in front of her for her to speak.
"Well that's quite a mouthful J, but what about Cashman?"
He'd nod, she was right, he was letting Manabu get to him.
"He bragged about being beating Genocide In a 4-way match and then bragged about beating him again in a tag match. Good job, you beat a man who's at his best when chairs are involved, if you wanna impress me fight Genocide in a one on one hardcore match."
He'd begin to walk off before stopping.
"By the way Genocide, constructive criticism, I don't got a problem with you but you're gonna go nowhere fast if you can't beat someone without using a chair on them."
And then he'd hand the microphone back to Ashley in exchange for his briefcase.
"Don't let this go to your head, but you're much better at your job than Jake and Mathew are. Keep it up Ashley."
He'd pet a presumably blushing Ashley on her head and be on his way. Delighted to hear that she was doing a good job.
[END SCENE]
Classy strolled back stage before parting ways with Joanne and her posse. An incredibly smug grin upon his face and his briefcase and suit jacket in one hand slung over his shoulder, and his fedora and sunglasses back on his head, he had to keep up appearances after all.
That's when he ran into Mathew Rogers.
"Classy, in my opinion what you did was disrespectful to the company, what do you have to say for yourself?"
Classy stopped walking and backed up, turning to face Mathew and staring him down a little.
"You don't get paid to have an opinion."
He'd shove the microphone from his face and head to his locker room, looking in his gym bag to see that he got himself a voice message from Joanne about some party...well since this lady would probably be a valued friend he'd send her a text saying he'd be there.
Scene 2: Lunch somewhere!
He was having Lunch at a mall, figuring that he wouldn't get recognized, figuring lots of people wear Fedora's and hats...but unfortunately 2 girls noticed him and ran up to him in giggling fits. Jay was not a Casanova by any means but he wasn't going to be rude if someone, especially a girl, wanted to talk to him.
"Classy Callahan? *giggle* Where's your man-bag?"
He's roll his eyes. How adorable, Manabu's little joke got out.
"I only carry it around at work sweetie, why? Are you telling me Manabu carries his belt around everywhere?"
"Well duh, he's the champion!" *giggle*
"Guess he's also compensating too."
The girls would giggle and wave to him before wandering off. He'd sigh and continue eating, apparently the champion took great offense to Classy offering some friendly warning. Oh well, it's Manabu's loss.
Scene 3: Back Stage!
It was time, Classy was strolling back stage with his briefcase in hand, looking for someone. He wasn't angry, just in a bit of a hurry. He was honestly hoping to run into Jake Ego but instead he ran into Ashley Thorns she seemed a little nervous so he'd relax a little, he didn't wanna scare her after all, that would've been a dick thing to do.
"Jay, do you have a moment?"
"Well I was looking for Jake or Mathew but it would be nice to being interviewed by someone who's nice for a change."
The girl giggled before continuing.
"Jay, Mr. Fujiwara spent a lot of time calling you out. What's the story between you two?"
Classy would sigh, taking the microphone from Ashley.
"Here, hold my man-bag."
Classy would hand her the briefcase, which now had the label 'Title Shot/Man Bag' taped onto it, Classy did this himself because he found the whole man bag thing amusing.
"Well Ashley, to answer your question: I think that it's because I didn't properly show him the ass kissing respect he so rightfully deserves when eating lunch. You see Fujiwara comes from a family of fighters and wrestlers, and I should honor that family by gushing to Manabu about how great a wrestler he is and how I'm vastly inferior to him because I didn't have a father to ride on the coattails of....at least as far as wrestling goes. He does do steel mill work, and he's one of the toughest mother fuckers I know...but enough about my tank of a father, let's get back to Manabu. See, I was trying to warn him because if you'll notice Ashley, this is the second 3 for all match he's had in a row now."
Ashley would nod frantically while clutching the briefcase.
"Now, since I had just been forced into a match where I was expected to not just wrestle my buddy Joanne, but beat the shit out of her, I figure I'm not the only one the company might be trying to mold for their image. The Classy thing may be a joke most of the time but if you think I'll eagerly go out and put women in the hospital because its 'good business' you need your head adjusted. Anyways, I figure why not give Manabu a heads up? Since it seems like they're trying to reduce his morale by putting him in matches where he's got a clear disadvantage.....still with me Ashley?"
She'd nod, he'd continue.
"So I see him with Cashman, our other opponent, having a friendly conversation, so I figure that he's a nice guy and easy to approach, so I go up to him and try to let him know what's up..and apparently he doesn't know who I am. That's fine, Maybe he's got tunnel vision, I don't care about that. But I don't like his tone very much, so I give him a heads up that I got a briefcase that has a title match and that I'll prolly use it as a weapon because....that's what you do with it."
He'd sigh, shaking his head and looking over at Ashley, her face said she followed but her eyes said she had no clue. He'd pat her on the head and continue.
"And then he called the briefcase a man bag and that's where we go the joke. Dunno how it stuck but whatever, he wants to be Macho Japan Man that's his choice."
He'd turn back to Ashley, his face grinning with excitement.
"Oh but don't get the wrong idea, this makes me happy. I was thrilled when earlier tonight he got on camera and bad mouthed me. I thought that finally there was some real trash talking....and it was it wonderful, but he's a little misinformed about a few things..and seeing as he doesn't seem to know anything about me, this can be a little history lesson for him."
He'd turn towards the camera, taking his sunglasses off, but still eager about what he was going to say.
"Manabu, I apologize for not acknowledging how great you are because of your father's talent. After some thought I realized that because of your greatness through your father, it's perfectly acceptable that you have a fauxhawk. So I apologize for thinking it was stupid or that you look like a male stripper with it. I know I never said it before, but I was thinking it, and I'm pretty sure a lot of other people were as well."
Classy would begin to walk forward, motioning for Ashley to follow him down the hall, which she did, clutching his briefcase in both hands.
"So now that the apology is out of the way, let me tell you a little about myself. I'm a black belt in tae kwon do and I was trained by an MMA expert and former Hardcore champion who for the sake of remaining modest I'll call 'Mr. Black'.
I don't go to the gym because I find all the grunting and snarling from the more muscular folk to be a real distraction, so I either exercise at home or find more private areas to work out.
And I'd ask that you not insult Ms. Joanne the way you did, I mean you can if you want but her boyfriend is a pretty big mother fucker and it's probably pretty hard to make someone tap out when they're beating you with a crowbar.
Now, I'm glad you noticed my briefcase, unlike a man purse it's a solid rectangular shape and it's made of plastic. But I guess someone who's never had to carry anything themselves wouldn't know that."
He'd pause for a moment to let the crowd go "Oooooooooooh" at what was admittedly a low blow.
"What I just did was called a joke. When I was whining about being broke, I was joking, it might not've been a good one, but I'm not really broke, I ain't rich, but I'm well off, I actually have to work to get money, I can't take it out of daddy's wallet.
But back to the briefcase...you don't have to worry about me cashing it in on you, that'd be no fun at all, you haven't gotten to me that much and I honestly don't feel like hearing you whine about getting screwed if I were to cash it in. In the mean time I'm going to continue walking around with it at work because at any point in time I may decided I want to jump the champ and start a title match. Plus it'll keep you on your toes. I'm sure your father'll appreciate someone doing that.
Speaking of Japanese people more successful than you. If you head back to Japan any time soon I'd watch out because you might've pissed off a few well known wrestlers when you mocked the poison mist.
But you know what? That's fine, maybe you're right, maybe I have been using the mist a little too much, so I'll tell you what Manatee, that was another joke...I just called you fat.....I'll go out there and do things your way, Just cuz I don't try to make people tap out doesn't mean I'm not capable of it, it's just so much easier to drop them on their heads. But just because you claim to be a the greatest technical wrestler in your mind, I'll gladly make either you or Cashman tap out. I just hope you don't make up excuses for why a no-named bum who wrestles part time even though I've only missed on week since my return, is able to make someone tap out who's respected and talented................father got them to where they are today".
At this point Ashley would speak up, Classy would hold the microphone in front of her for her to speak.
"Well that's quite a mouthful J, but what about Cashman?"
He'd nod, she was right, he was letting Manabu get to him.
"He bragged about being beating Genocide In a 4-way match and then bragged about beating him again in a tag match. Good job, you beat a man who's at his best when chairs are involved, if you wanna impress me fight Genocide in a one on one hardcore match."
He'd begin to walk off before stopping.
"By the way Genocide, constructive criticism, I don't got a problem with you but you're gonna go nowhere fast if you can't beat someone without using a chair on them."
And then he'd hand the microphone back to Ashley in exchange for his briefcase.
"Don't let this go to your head, but you're much better at your job than Jake and Mathew are. Keep it up Ashley."
He'd pet a presumably blushing Ashley on her head and be on his way. Delighted to hear that she was doing a good job.
[END SCENE]
