Post by Classy J on Apr 5, 2012 19:44:34 GMT -5
BACKSTAGE!
The scene opens in the hallway, someone was holding a camera and slowly pulling back to reveal Mr. Callahan, who was given the week off because I guess they thought he earned it, that was okay with him, breaks were nice every once and a while, it gives you time to heal some injuries yeah?
"Hey there broskis! How goes it? I hope you guys didn't miss me too much, don't worry I didn't waste any time on my break: I slept all day and I feel amazing!"
He'd begin to walk away from the camera this time, motioning for the cameraman to follow. Hey, he wanted to do something different.
"And I'm guessing these guys have a lot of faith in putting me right into a match against the two jabroni's with the belts right after my break. I wonder why they didn't have enough faith in me to give me a rematch against Jake for his belt? Now guys follow me here, I know I've made a point to say that I'm not gonna allow myself to be corrupted by those belts but let's think about it for a sec. I'm gonna try and get a rematch for the Rush Hour belt...and then, for the next like...8 months, I've got a title shot for the world champion belt!! I could have two belts at the same time, how fucking cool would that be?"
"Granted the disadvantage to owning two titles would be I'd have twice the workload on my hands."
He'd pause for a moment to look at the cameraman.
"Oh come on, like I'm spoiling anything by saying each belt's gonna be on a different show, why wouldn't this other show that we prolly aren't legally allowed to call Sin City not have it's own UWA championship belt?"
Classy shook his head at the camerman before starting up his stroll again.
"Anyways, maybe Ryan's got the same thing in mind, that might have something to do with why I'm in this match against these two....oh well three if you include Jake's cum dump."
He'd stop walking for a moment, putting his hand to his mouth in horror.
"Oh crap did I just say that out loud? My mistake I meant jizz bin."
He'd put his hand to his mouth again.
"Oh shit I did it again. My mistake I meant sperm deposit."
He'd nod, satisfied that he was able to call her the politically correct name and continues walking.
"Fortunately, if my wrestling knowledge isn't failing me, 3 way matches don't have disqualifications meaning that if Manabu and I so choose we can easily deal with the walking blow-up doll if we feel like it."
"Oh but that doesn't mean Manabu's in the clear either. He's still trying his best to brag about being the best technical blahblahblah wrassler in the world, but ask yourself this. When's the last time Manabu made anyone tap out to his deadly submission finisher?"
"What? He doesn't have one? Well what kinda technical wrestler is that? Well I guess I'm gonna have to show him mine huh?"
And then, presumably in response to his question. The fans began to chant
"YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!"
Classy paused for a moment to let them chant, holding his hand to his mouth so he wouldn't laugh.
"Calm down guys, I know his guillotine's better than mine."
"Anyways, that guy can run his mouth all he wants but utnil he gets rid of that terrible haircut and learns what submissions are he can't call himself the most technically sound wrestler can he? He can call himself the best I suppose, since he's got that championship belt but that can change. And eventually it will."
As he was walking down the hall, Fredward was leaving a room, without missing a beat the two of them would do a fist bump style handshake while Classy kept talking.
"But I forgot to talk about Jake himself. After we tie his hugpillow to a chair or something, we're allowed to use whatever international objects
we can get our hands on.
Jake, I'd tell you to ask Cashman what it's like fighting me with those kind of rules or lack there of but I whipped his ass so hard he probably doesn't remember so you'll just have to assume the worst. Because you'll prolly be right."
He'd hold up a hand, motioning for a cameraman to stop as he turned the corner.
The scene opens in the hallway, someone was holding a camera and slowly pulling back to reveal Mr. Callahan, who was given the week off because I guess they thought he earned it, that was okay with him, breaks were nice every once and a while, it gives you time to heal some injuries yeah?
"Hey there broskis! How goes it? I hope you guys didn't miss me too much, don't worry I didn't waste any time on my break: I slept all day and I feel amazing!"
He'd begin to walk away from the camera this time, motioning for the cameraman to follow. Hey, he wanted to do something different.
"And I'm guessing these guys have a lot of faith in putting me right into a match against the two jabroni's with the belts right after my break. I wonder why they didn't have enough faith in me to give me a rematch against Jake for his belt? Now guys follow me here, I know I've made a point to say that I'm not gonna allow myself to be corrupted by those belts but let's think about it for a sec. I'm gonna try and get a rematch for the Rush Hour belt...and then, for the next like...8 months, I've got a title shot for the world champion belt!! I could have two belts at the same time, how fucking cool would that be?"
"Granted the disadvantage to owning two titles would be I'd have twice the workload on my hands."
He'd pause for a moment to look at the cameraman.
"Oh come on, like I'm spoiling anything by saying each belt's gonna be on a different show, why wouldn't this other show that we prolly aren't legally allowed to call Sin City not have it's own UWA championship belt?"
Classy shook his head at the camerman before starting up his stroll again.
"Anyways, maybe Ryan's got the same thing in mind, that might have something to do with why I'm in this match against these two....oh well three if you include Jake's cum dump."
He'd stop walking for a moment, putting his hand to his mouth in horror.
"Oh crap did I just say that out loud? My mistake I meant jizz bin."
He'd put his hand to his mouth again.
"Oh shit I did it again. My mistake I meant sperm deposit."
He'd nod, satisfied that he was able to call her the politically correct name and continues walking.
"Fortunately, if my wrestling knowledge isn't failing me, 3 way matches don't have disqualifications meaning that if Manabu and I so choose we can easily deal with the walking blow-up doll if we feel like it."
"Oh but that doesn't mean Manabu's in the clear either. He's still trying his best to brag about being the best technical blahblahblah wrassler in the world, but ask yourself this. When's the last time Manabu made anyone tap out to his deadly submission finisher?"
"What? He doesn't have one? Well what kinda technical wrestler is that? Well I guess I'm gonna have to show him mine huh?"
And then, presumably in response to his question. The fans began to chant
"YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!"
Classy paused for a moment to let them chant, holding his hand to his mouth so he wouldn't laugh.
"Calm down guys, I know his guillotine's better than mine."
"Anyways, that guy can run his mouth all he wants but utnil he gets rid of that terrible haircut and learns what submissions are he can't call himself the most technically sound wrestler can he? He can call himself the best I suppose, since he's got that championship belt but that can change. And eventually it will."
As he was walking down the hall, Fredward was leaving a room, without missing a beat the two of them would do a fist bump style handshake while Classy kept talking.
"But I forgot to talk about Jake himself. After we tie his hugpillow to a chair or something, we're allowed to use whatever international objects
we can get our hands on.
Jake, I'd tell you to ask Cashman what it's like fighting me with those kind of rules or lack there of but I whipped his ass so hard he probably doesn't remember so you'll just have to assume the worst. Because you'll prolly be right."
He'd hold up a hand, motioning for a cameraman to stop as he turned the corner.
