Post by James Wolf on Feb 22, 2018 21:26:58 GMT -5
"A lot had changed in the five years that I had been gone. My last official memory was 2013, and in a flash it had flown by immediately. It was now 2018. I was a little older but also a little wiser. I peered upon the sign in front of me and it read "Tampa Fl"
This was a necessity. Because so far I had escaped those bastards tracking me from Nashville several years ago. Of course it didn't help that I was three sheets to the wind with that man's little girl on my arm. What was worse was that I shot him in the chest three times with two .45's. The question I often get asked most of the time is what ever happened to daddy's little girl that I shacked up with?" "Well the truth of the matter is I'm sparing you the detail details because it would be too graphic for you to handle. Somethings are better left unsaid. Nobody ever wants to admit when that comes up but I'm here to tell you that giving you nightmares for the rest of your life is not my job. That is the job of Hollywood.
Rivers looks over to a hidden camera and smiles almost laughing at this relegation. He then reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the contact of a rival organization. His termination papers and again he has a big grin on his face. As he pulls a Zippo lighter out from the other side of his pocket. He lights the paper on fire and let's it burn until there is nothing but ash and it just flutters away.
"That really felt good!" "There's nothing that feels better than when the previous organization you work for breaches its own agreement with you and then fires you unceremoniously. But WCF I'm not one to complain and I'm not here to complain. All I see around me is opportunity so I'm going to be scouting the talent around here so I don't look like a complete fool when it comes time to cutting a promo. I don't have a regular cell phone but I can reached on one of my many burner phones. My outside life is veiled in secrecy. This is just a short introduction though I can promise you they won't remain short. You will also see I have a mean streak. One as mean as they come but I'm also a professional. I pride myself on being the best technical wrestler this world has ever produced and I'm here in the WCF not for entertainment but to wrestle. That is serious business to me.
Packing some Marlboro reds Rivers then pulls a Marlboro Red from the pack. He quick whips out the zippo and lights it up taking a deep drag.
"They say these things can kill you but so can a lot of other things. So, I just have a few words for those people. Those words are Smoke Em if you got Em. Just for this once I'm not going to use proper English so get over it if that's offends you. WCF, I have to keep to my routine now and check into some shit hole in the worst inner city of Tampa because living like a fighter keeps you humble. Starving like one also makes you appreciate money."
Rivers then nods at the hidden camera and places his hand over it as we fade to black.
This was a necessity. Because so far I had escaped those bastards tracking me from Nashville several years ago. Of course it didn't help that I was three sheets to the wind with that man's little girl on my arm. What was worse was that I shot him in the chest three times with two .45's. The question I often get asked most of the time is what ever happened to daddy's little girl that I shacked up with?" "Well the truth of the matter is I'm sparing you the detail details because it would be too graphic for you to handle. Somethings are better left unsaid. Nobody ever wants to admit when that comes up but I'm here to tell you that giving you nightmares for the rest of your life is not my job. That is the job of Hollywood.
Rivers looks over to a hidden camera and smiles almost laughing at this relegation. He then reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the contact of a rival organization. His termination papers and again he has a big grin on his face. As he pulls a Zippo lighter out from the other side of his pocket. He lights the paper on fire and let's it burn until there is nothing but ash and it just flutters away.
"That really felt good!" "There's nothing that feels better than when the previous organization you work for breaches its own agreement with you and then fires you unceremoniously. But WCF I'm not one to complain and I'm not here to complain. All I see around me is opportunity so I'm going to be scouting the talent around here so I don't look like a complete fool when it comes time to cutting a promo. I don't have a regular cell phone but I can reached on one of my many burner phones. My outside life is veiled in secrecy. This is just a short introduction though I can promise you they won't remain short. You will also see I have a mean streak. One as mean as they come but I'm also a professional. I pride myself on being the best technical wrestler this world has ever produced and I'm here in the WCF not for entertainment but to wrestle. That is serious business to me.
Packing some Marlboro reds Rivers then pulls a Marlboro Red from the pack. He quick whips out the zippo and lights it up taking a deep drag.
"They say these things can kill you but so can a lot of other things. So, I just have a few words for those people. Those words are Smoke Em if you got Em. Just for this once I'm not going to use proper English so get over it if that's offends you. WCF, I have to keep to my routine now and check into some shit hole in the worst inner city of Tampa because living like a fighter keeps you humble. Starving like one also makes you appreciate money."
Rivers then nods at the hidden camera and places his hand over it as we fade to black.
