Post by chrisavery on Jan 20, 2007 16:46:30 GMT -5
Chris Avery is sitting in his room, in his own office chair. We see him following a kid that is pacing back and forth in his bedroom. This kid turns out to be a good friend named, Brandon.
Brandon: You need a better attitude. You can't just show up and expect to win. Can't just crawl into the ring and expect the crowd to like you. The crowd didn't even make noise during the tag match for you. They can't relate to you man. You need to get a chip on your shoulder!
Chris: Like start telling them how I feel about them, for real.
Brandon: Yes! You have to talk man. Thats how you get more time on camera. They want you, obviously, you have a contract, now make the best of it.
Chris: Conrad Howell pisses me off!
Brandon: YES!
Chris: No, Seriously. Telling me I no-showed. I showed up, and fought, but who the hell wants to be on a team with that curtain-jerker!
Brandon: KEEP IT GOING!
Chris: Infra-Red? What the hell does that mean? It means nothing! Just like his Wrestling skills! A big nothing.
Brandon: There you go!
Chris: Lawnmower Jones telling me I suck?! You gotta come out swinging with something better than that. If that's all you got you can kiss your ass goodbye!
Brandon: Man, this is sounding great!
Chris: You don't have to be a wrestling fan to know that in eight days, at One, Chris Avery is going to be in a number one contenders match for the Television Title! Tomorrow, I fly to the arena, slide into that ring, and show Lawnmower Jones what a real athletic wrestler is all about!
Brandon: Okay ma..
Chris: After that, I'll walk into One, the hottest, youngest, superstar in WCF, and walk out of One with my number one contendership for that Television Championship.
Brandon: Okay, seriously. Thats good.
Chris: Man, I feel better.
Brandon: You need a better attitude. You can't just show up and expect to win. Can't just crawl into the ring and expect the crowd to like you. The crowd didn't even make noise during the tag match for you. They can't relate to you man. You need to get a chip on your shoulder!
Chris: Like start telling them how I feel about them, for real.
Brandon: Yes! You have to talk man. Thats how you get more time on camera. They want you, obviously, you have a contract, now make the best of it.
Chris: Conrad Howell pisses me off!
Brandon: YES!
Chris: No, Seriously. Telling me I no-showed. I showed up, and fought, but who the hell wants to be on a team with that curtain-jerker!
Brandon: KEEP IT GOING!
Chris: Infra-Red? What the hell does that mean? It means nothing! Just like his Wrestling skills! A big nothing.
Brandon: There you go!
Chris: Lawnmower Jones telling me I suck?! You gotta come out swinging with something better than that. If that's all you got you can kiss your ass goodbye!
Brandon: Man, this is sounding great!
Chris: You don't have to be a wrestling fan to know that in eight days, at One, Chris Avery is going to be in a number one contenders match for the Television Title! Tomorrow, I fly to the arena, slide into that ring, and show Lawnmower Jones what a real athletic wrestler is all about!
Brandon: Okay ma..
Chris: After that, I'll walk into One, the hottest, youngest, superstar in WCF, and walk out of One with my number one contendership for that Television Championship.
Brandon: Okay, seriously. Thats good.
Chris: Man, I feel better.
