Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2016 3:22:54 GMT -5
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"BOSS! BOSS! I THINK WE GOT SOMETHING SUSPICIOUS HERE! "
A WCF intern bursts into his superiors office holding a shipping envelope that contains inside something that nowadays is seen at garage sales, your grandmas house, and attics. In its day, it was quite a source of entertainment for millions of people, and a useful tool in being able to capture memories. It is...A black VHS Tape. The man behind the desk laughs...
"Dustin, you can't tell me you've never seen one of those! Man, I haven't seen one of those things in a long time...Whos it from?"
Dustin, relieved that this archaic thing wasn't a bomb, hands it to his boss. His boss pulls it from its bubble wrap envelope, and sees the writing on the tape....@@@.
"This must be a promo from that new guy we just picked up...Why would he do it this way? Dustin..Go into the old closet in the back, I think we have a VHS player stashed in there somewhere..."
Dustin replies with a blank stare, then checks his buzzing phone
"Nevermind...I'll get it..."
The Words of @@@
The man known as "The Boss" settles into a chair in his small office. He is a man of fifty, wearing a dark blue WCF monogrammed polo shirt and Khakis. He works in the corporate mail room. After some difficulty, he hooks the dusty silver VHS player to his television, and pops the tape in..from here, the screen goes black then suddenly silent static..We are now focused on the screen..The static subsides and @@@ is seen..Wearing a tight black t shirt and faded blue jeans, he is seen adjusting the angle of the picture, using the camcorder seen in recent vignettes. The room is slightly dark so all that is seen behind him is a black leather chair that reflects what little light there is..When the screen is to his liking, @@@ backs up, sits down, and begins to speak.
You are probably wondering why I chose to do this promo on a VHS tape. Well, there is a method to the madness, and I will speak slowly so that some of you out there in WCF can understand...
I was brought with the understanding that if something is'int broke, you don't fix it. Today's society is chock full of the latest and greatest gadgets and gizmos. The world has become expendable. Nothing lasts or has value, its always based on the best new fad. And yet, here I am..Using a camcorder I bought when I was 15, and recording over my wedding to send a message to WCF..
I've been watching nothing but WCF for the past week and I gotta say, if there is one word to describe this company and its wrestlers its.....
Cute...
He chuckles and shakes his head, then continues to speak some more
I mean, I've been out of the game going on 15 long years, and things sure have changed...You got one guy who has his dad call as his "Agent" promising he'll be on Ellen, you got another guy who is so friggen tough that he harasses some poor waitress to flex his muscle, and you have so many others trying to act as supernatural characters as if they jumped straight out of a comic book! HILLARIOUS! And cute...
He leans right into the camera, piercing a hole through anyone watching with steely blue eyes.
Well guess what? You won't see me get any movie roles, or push around the weak and defenseless to prove myself. And you certainly won't see me shooting flames out my ass or wearing a silly costume to show how "rad" I am. You see, money walks, and shit talks. The amount of hot air coming out of what WCF calls "talent" could fucking power a balloon to lift Rosie O'Donnell to space! But all I see in the ring at the end of the day...Is akin to midget porn...Sort of entertaining..But mostly disturbing..
When I called Seth to arrange my entrance into WCF, I told him what he was getting. I don't need to ride motorcycles to the ring or pretend I'm controlled by some piece of technological bacon to get over. I come from the old school. Meaning arrive...Kick Ass....Leave.
He reclines in his chair, taking a more conversational stance now
I may not be booked for Slam this week, but bet your ASS I will be there. I'll be watching, scouting, studying...And when the time comes...When I walk down that aisle...Whoever is in that ring better bring his or her A Game..But it won't matter...I'm here to take over, and no pussy with an ego or over gimmicked mockery of wrestling is going to stop me.
He leans in again, intensity showing in the sweat on his brow and the look on his face
Remember the name..Adrian...Augustus...Archer. I'm here...and things in WCF are going to change...
Static...we pan out, and the bosses eyes are wide..he is sweating profusely...He grabs his cell phone and makes a call..
Get Seth on the phone...He's gonna want to look at this. Fade....to......black.
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"BOSS! BOSS! I THINK WE GOT SOMETHING SUSPICIOUS HERE! "
A WCF intern bursts into his superiors office holding a shipping envelope that contains inside something that nowadays is seen at garage sales, your grandmas house, and attics. In its day, it was quite a source of entertainment for millions of people, and a useful tool in being able to capture memories. It is...A black VHS Tape. The man behind the desk laughs...
"Dustin, you can't tell me you've never seen one of those! Man, I haven't seen one of those things in a long time...Whos it from?"
Dustin, relieved that this archaic thing wasn't a bomb, hands it to his boss. His boss pulls it from its bubble wrap envelope, and sees the writing on the tape....@@@.
"This must be a promo from that new guy we just picked up...Why would he do it this way? Dustin..Go into the old closet in the back, I think we have a VHS player stashed in there somewhere..."
Dustin replies with a blank stare, then checks his buzzing phone
"Nevermind...I'll get it..."
The Words of @@@
The man known as "The Boss" settles into a chair in his small office. He is a man of fifty, wearing a dark blue WCF monogrammed polo shirt and Khakis. He works in the corporate mail room. After some difficulty, he hooks the dusty silver VHS player to his television, and pops the tape in..from here, the screen goes black then suddenly silent static..We are now focused on the screen..The static subsides and @@@ is seen..Wearing a tight black t shirt and faded blue jeans, he is seen adjusting the angle of the picture, using the camcorder seen in recent vignettes. The room is slightly dark so all that is seen behind him is a black leather chair that reflects what little light there is..When the screen is to his liking, @@@ backs up, sits down, and begins to speak.
You are probably wondering why I chose to do this promo on a VHS tape. Well, there is a method to the madness, and I will speak slowly so that some of you out there in WCF can understand...
I was brought with the understanding that if something is'int broke, you don't fix it. Today's society is chock full of the latest and greatest gadgets and gizmos. The world has become expendable. Nothing lasts or has value, its always based on the best new fad. And yet, here I am..Using a camcorder I bought when I was 15, and recording over my wedding to send a message to WCF..
I've been watching nothing but WCF for the past week and I gotta say, if there is one word to describe this company and its wrestlers its.....
Cute...
He chuckles and shakes his head, then continues to speak some more
I mean, I've been out of the game going on 15 long years, and things sure have changed...You got one guy who has his dad call as his "Agent" promising he'll be on Ellen, you got another guy who is so friggen tough that he harasses some poor waitress to flex his muscle, and you have so many others trying to act as supernatural characters as if they jumped straight out of a comic book! HILLARIOUS! And cute...
He leans right into the camera, piercing a hole through anyone watching with steely blue eyes.
Well guess what? You won't see me get any movie roles, or push around the weak and defenseless to prove myself. And you certainly won't see me shooting flames out my ass or wearing a silly costume to show how "rad" I am. You see, money walks, and shit talks. The amount of hot air coming out of what WCF calls "talent" could fucking power a balloon to lift Rosie O'Donnell to space! But all I see in the ring at the end of the day...Is akin to midget porn...Sort of entertaining..But mostly disturbing..
When I called Seth to arrange my entrance into WCF, I told him what he was getting. I don't need to ride motorcycles to the ring or pretend I'm controlled by some piece of technological bacon to get over. I come from the old school. Meaning arrive...Kick Ass....Leave.
He reclines in his chair, taking a more conversational stance now
I may not be booked for Slam this week, but bet your ASS I will be there. I'll be watching, scouting, studying...And when the time comes...When I walk down that aisle...Whoever is in that ring better bring his or her A Game..But it won't matter...I'm here to take over, and no pussy with an ego or over gimmicked mockery of wrestling is going to stop me.
He leans in again, intensity showing in the sweat on his brow and the look on his face
Remember the name..Adrian...Augustus...Archer. I'm here...and things in WCF are going to change...
Static...we pan out, and the bosses eyes are wide..he is sweating profusely...He grabs his cell phone and makes a call..
Get Seth on the phone...He's gonna want to look at this. Fade....to......black.
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