Post by nickyd on Aug 14, 2019 1:20:36 GMT -5
We open backstage, where Jerika Mason tries to have a word with new Television Champion, Duncan Aries, but is once again shooed away after Aries rips the mic from her hand.
“Before I go any further, can the person who thought the idea that a gossip columnist, who knows jack shit about professional wrestling, as the backstage interviewer go throw themselves off Trinity HQ? Makes zero fucking sense, thank you.”
“Now then, this is the part of the show where I tell you, as in each and every one of you, that I told you so. It is, perhaps, slowly but surely starting to sink in. I sure as fuck do not need Trinity Wrestling on my resume to say that at nearly 42 years of age and 18 years in this business that I’ve had a good run, but you, you all sure as fuck need me. You need me to make this place great, bring in advertisers, and make Trinity Wrestling the destination for pro wrestling. So from the bottom of this black heart, to all you untalented sacks of shit in that locker room, you are so very, very welcome.”
Aries looks at his new championship with a smirk.
“It is a shame, however, that management in this company has already shown their cards, their utter hatred of yours truly, by stacking the deck. I guess the company’s unlicensed motto is “Anyone But Aries”, and you know what, that’s fine with me, because adversity, in my career, well it just go happens to breed legacies, and here, right here in this shithole, Trinity Wrestling, one I am trying to build into prominence out of the kindness of my own heart, that motto will be proven true, because as far as my upcoming match in hopes of taking this title off of me, there’s going to be a whole bunch of losers, one bigger than the rest, and I guess it could be anybody…”
“Anybody but Aries. Goodnight, fuckers.”
With a wink and a fist bump to his newly one title, Aries throws down the mic and saunters off.
“Before I go any further, can the person who thought the idea that a gossip columnist, who knows jack shit about professional wrestling, as the backstage interviewer go throw themselves off Trinity HQ? Makes zero fucking sense, thank you.”
“Now then, this is the part of the show where I tell you, as in each and every one of you, that I told you so. It is, perhaps, slowly but surely starting to sink in. I sure as fuck do not need Trinity Wrestling on my resume to say that at nearly 42 years of age and 18 years in this business that I’ve had a good run, but you, you all sure as fuck need me. You need me to make this place great, bring in advertisers, and make Trinity Wrestling the destination for pro wrestling. So from the bottom of this black heart, to all you untalented sacks of shit in that locker room, you are so very, very welcome.”
Aries looks at his new championship with a smirk.
“It is a shame, however, that management in this company has already shown their cards, their utter hatred of yours truly, by stacking the deck. I guess the company’s unlicensed motto is “Anyone But Aries”, and you know what, that’s fine with me, because adversity, in my career, well it just go happens to breed legacies, and here, right here in this shithole, Trinity Wrestling, one I am trying to build into prominence out of the kindness of my own heart, that motto will be proven true, because as far as my upcoming match in hopes of taking this title off of me, there’s going to be a whole bunch of losers, one bigger than the rest, and I guess it could be anybody…”
“Anybody but Aries. Goodnight, fuckers.”
With a wink and a fist bump to his newly one title, Aries throws down the mic and saunters off.