Post by Classy J on Mar 15, 2012 19:28:42 GMT -5
Scene 1: Backstage
Classy was off his game, the whole thing with Roy coming back. He knew something was up, unfortunately dwelling on
it probably cost him the match but it didn't matter, he'd get Jake and his wench back, but first he'd have to deal
with a few things.
Heading to the back, he'd immediately go around asking people for if they knew where Roy's dressing room was.
Eventually he'd find said dressing room and was about to knock but then stopped, did he really wanna start an
altercation now? No, maybe it'd be better if he waited.
Scene 2: The Next Show
It was early in the morning, he showed up because that was when Fredward had the most free time. He'd stroll on
in, get a hot dog from the vendor and take a seat next to Fredward, who was reading a newspaper.
"You're up against Emma Sinclair tonight."
"Who?"
"She's a girl."
"I know she's a girl. I've just been tunnel visioned lately."
"She's that blonde one.."
"Not telling me anything."
"She's from texas."
"Oooooh....shit."
Classy new the reputation women from the south who wrestled had. They were vicious folks.
"Oh, she's Cashman's lady."
"OOOOOOOOH right her, now I remember, I know I lost my match by why am I up against her? I settled whatever issues I had with shawn, isn't this going to just start bullshit up again? I mean it's good for business I guess but like beating up a guy and then beating up his lady, even if it's my job and I'm being paid to do it.....eh, I don't have a choice, if I'm gonna get back at Jake then I'm gonna have to win some matches."
He'd pause for a moment to munch on some of his hotdog.
"Roy been up to anything?"
"Dunno. He's been out an about I s'pose."
"Hrm...thought it was kinda strange the way he went out and started sucking up to get some cheers."
"Well he's gotta with the garbage he calls his entrance music."
"BAM! Fredward getting salty!"
Classy and Fredward then proceeded to high five each other.
"Oh right I'm gonna need something from you later."
"Sure thing brother."
"Cool, it shouldn't be too hard, I'll explain later tonight."
Scene 3: Backstage, Later tonight.
The camera would look down at the ground and slowly pan up to J's feet and then finally to him. He was clad in
wrestling gear, sunglasses, and a fedora, and he held in his hand a microphone.
Classy started by giving a friendly wave to everyone.
"Hello Everyone! How's your week been? Mine's been alright, I haven't really done much but wondered why I'm up against the girlfriend of that guy who's ass I kicked in a street fight two weeks ago. It's like I already kinda settled this dispute with him and now Ryan's trying to start shit up again. However, due to the fact that I lost due to another guys girlfriend last week, I will not. I repeat: WILL NOT, be sabotaging the match like I did when I fought Joanne in our grudgematch. By the way, I want all of you to congratulate her for finally shutting Manabu up, at least temporarily. I mean we know he's gonna start jibberjabbing against about how he was robbed but for now he's gotta keep his mouth shut."
He'd begin pacing the hallway, well, more like strolling down the hallway to be specific.
"Walk, Jim."
The camera man would back up some and make a point to keep up with Classy's walking speed.
"Not only that, but someone else came back last week didn't they? I don't even know why he left in the first place, no one ever gave me a heads up on that but you know it's not a big deal, I just wish he didn't bring his stupid shitty music with him."
That's when he'd stop walking and motion to a door. The camera panned over in that direction to reveal what this door lead to. Roy's dressing room.
"Back and he's already got a dressing room, but I really don't like how things are going, something fishy's going on wouldn't you say? Weren't he and Jake buddies at one time? Pretty sure Jake even brought it up. By the way, just because your friend beats me doesn't mean you can beat me. I mean I know you did but it took a low blow from your girlfriend to do it. And that shits not always gonna work. For starters, Roy doesn't have to fall back on his bitch, if he has one, to get the job done because he can't. So you parade that belt around but no one's gonna take you seriously as a champ until you can defend it without her."
He'd shrug and continue walking.
"But I'm avoiding the subject at hand. Emma Sinclair. The reason being is because, well, I don't know much about her. I know she likes Cashman, and I know she's from Texas, which by default makes her a bigger threat than Cashman. It'll be pretty funny if she does manage to beat me since Cashy couldn't get the job done when there were no rules. But I don't plan on that happening, unfortunately for you Emma, you got me when I'm in not a particularly good mood, usually I don't really like the idea of beating on women but if I don't then I prolly won't get a rematch against Jake. So looks like you're shit out of luck sister."
He'd stop walking for a moment, they were at a vending machine, he'd reach into his pocket, pulling out some change and getting himself a power bar that he'd begin to munch on.
"Yummy."
And then it was back to walking.
"Oh right, I forgot, Emma's a singer. Sorry, it completely slipped my mind because I don't listen to shitty music. Well that means that your voice is the most important thing you have isn't it? Aside from any wrestling ability I suppose. Well you know what? I'm not going to pour salt on any wounds and causing harm to your voice would only piss Cashy off so I give you my word that I won't do anything that'll potentially threaten your music career."
"But.."
"Jimmy why're you talking?"
"Don't you drop people on their heads?"
"Well it's not like her music's intelligent is it? It's just country, all they do is sing about achey breaky hearts and sexy tractors. It's not rocket science Jim."
He'd shrug and continue walking the hallway, nibbling on the power bar.
"I don't really know how many people I gotta take out to get myself another match against Jake, if I'm lucky I'll be somehow granted a rematch by default but since neither of us had the belt that's prolly unlikely. That's fine, I'll work my way back into that title match, and then I'll turn my sights on Mr. Roy Speede."
With that, he'd drop his mic and stroll off camera.
Classy was off his game, the whole thing with Roy coming back. He knew something was up, unfortunately dwelling on
it probably cost him the match but it didn't matter, he'd get Jake and his wench back, but first he'd have to deal
with a few things.
Heading to the back, he'd immediately go around asking people for if they knew where Roy's dressing room was.
Eventually he'd find said dressing room and was about to knock but then stopped, did he really wanna start an
altercation now? No, maybe it'd be better if he waited.
Scene 2: The Next Show
It was early in the morning, he showed up because that was when Fredward had the most free time. He'd stroll on
in, get a hot dog from the vendor and take a seat next to Fredward, who was reading a newspaper.
"You're up against Emma Sinclair tonight."
"Who?"
"She's a girl."
"I know she's a girl. I've just been tunnel visioned lately."
"She's that blonde one.."
"Not telling me anything."
"She's from texas."
"Oooooh....shit."
Classy new the reputation women from the south who wrestled had. They were vicious folks.
"Oh, she's Cashman's lady."
"OOOOOOOOH right her, now I remember, I know I lost my match by why am I up against her? I settled whatever issues I had with shawn, isn't this going to just start bullshit up again? I mean it's good for business I guess but like beating up a guy and then beating up his lady, even if it's my job and I'm being paid to do it.....eh, I don't have a choice, if I'm gonna get back at Jake then I'm gonna have to win some matches."
He'd pause for a moment to munch on some of his hotdog.
"Roy been up to anything?"
"Dunno. He's been out an about I s'pose."
"Hrm...thought it was kinda strange the way he went out and started sucking up to get some cheers."
"Well he's gotta with the garbage he calls his entrance music."
"BAM! Fredward getting salty!"
Classy and Fredward then proceeded to high five each other.
"Oh right I'm gonna need something from you later."
"Sure thing brother."
"Cool, it shouldn't be too hard, I'll explain later tonight."
Scene 3: Backstage, Later tonight.
The camera would look down at the ground and slowly pan up to J's feet and then finally to him. He was clad in
wrestling gear, sunglasses, and a fedora, and he held in his hand a microphone.
Classy started by giving a friendly wave to everyone.
"Hello Everyone! How's your week been? Mine's been alright, I haven't really done much but wondered why I'm up against the girlfriend of that guy who's ass I kicked in a street fight two weeks ago. It's like I already kinda settled this dispute with him and now Ryan's trying to start shit up again. However, due to the fact that I lost due to another guys girlfriend last week, I will not. I repeat: WILL NOT, be sabotaging the match like I did when I fought Joanne in our grudgematch. By the way, I want all of you to congratulate her for finally shutting Manabu up, at least temporarily. I mean we know he's gonna start jibberjabbing against about how he was robbed but for now he's gotta keep his mouth shut."
He'd begin pacing the hallway, well, more like strolling down the hallway to be specific.
"Walk, Jim."
The camera man would back up some and make a point to keep up with Classy's walking speed.
"Not only that, but someone else came back last week didn't they? I don't even know why he left in the first place, no one ever gave me a heads up on that but you know it's not a big deal, I just wish he didn't bring his stupid shitty music with him."
That's when he'd stop walking and motion to a door. The camera panned over in that direction to reveal what this door lead to. Roy's dressing room.
"Back and he's already got a dressing room, but I really don't like how things are going, something fishy's going on wouldn't you say? Weren't he and Jake buddies at one time? Pretty sure Jake even brought it up. By the way, just because your friend beats me doesn't mean you can beat me. I mean I know you did but it took a low blow from your girlfriend to do it. And that shits not always gonna work. For starters, Roy doesn't have to fall back on his bitch, if he has one, to get the job done because he can't. So you parade that belt around but no one's gonna take you seriously as a champ until you can defend it without her."
He'd shrug and continue walking.
"But I'm avoiding the subject at hand. Emma Sinclair. The reason being is because, well, I don't know much about her. I know she likes Cashman, and I know she's from Texas, which by default makes her a bigger threat than Cashman. It'll be pretty funny if she does manage to beat me since Cashy couldn't get the job done when there were no rules. But I don't plan on that happening, unfortunately for you Emma, you got me when I'm in not a particularly good mood, usually I don't really like the idea of beating on women but if I don't then I prolly won't get a rematch against Jake. So looks like you're shit out of luck sister."
He'd stop walking for a moment, they were at a vending machine, he'd reach into his pocket, pulling out some change and getting himself a power bar that he'd begin to munch on.
"Yummy."
And then it was back to walking.
"Oh right, I forgot, Emma's a singer. Sorry, it completely slipped my mind because I don't listen to shitty music. Well that means that your voice is the most important thing you have isn't it? Aside from any wrestling ability I suppose. Well you know what? I'm not going to pour salt on any wounds and causing harm to your voice would only piss Cashy off so I give you my word that I won't do anything that'll potentially threaten your music career."
"But.."
"Jimmy why're you talking?"
"Don't you drop people on their heads?"
"Well it's not like her music's intelligent is it? It's just country, all they do is sing about achey breaky hearts and sexy tractors. It's not rocket science Jim."
He'd shrug and continue walking the hallway, nibbling on the power bar.
"I don't really know how many people I gotta take out to get myself another match against Jake, if I'm lucky I'll be somehow granted a rematch by default but since neither of us had the belt that's prolly unlikely. That's fine, I'll work my way back into that title match, and then I'll turn my sights on Mr. Roy Speede."
With that, he'd drop his mic and stroll off camera.
