Post by Speede on Dec 18, 2011 16:16:54 GMT -5
Roy Speede is sitting in a wooden chair opposite the camera from behind a large wooden table. Behind him, a fire is crackling in the fireplace. Before him on the table is a sheet of paper. Roy picks up the paper and begins to read.
”Dear Wrestling Championship Federation wrestlers, staff, and fans everywhere,
Roy looks up from the paper at the camera.
”No, seriously, how hard would that have been? The self-proclaimed ‘Epitome of Cool’ apparently wasn’t cool enough to run with the big dogs, and instead of being a mature and responsible person, he made himself look like a total dunce with his resignation letter. Two simple words is all he could speak; that’s all the courage the Television Champion had left in him. He doesn’t understand that it makes him look more like a jackass doing things that way than walking off without saying anything at all, and resigning in private with Seth Lerch.
No, really, the two best ways to leave are a formal resignation letter or a quiet conversation with Lerch to tell him you can’t handle it, but you, sir, look like a tremendous idiot. And for that reason alone, I’m going to kick your ass if I get the chance this week.”
He flips the paper over, and looks down at it for a moment before holding it up. On the paper is a photo of a young boy and a circus clown. The young boy has a terrified look on his face, and the clown is staring right at him. Roy starts to chuckle as he shows it to the camera.
”And what else do I have against me this week? Well, first things first, I’ve got to deal with a freaking clown. But not just any clown, it’s Switches the Clown! But my first instinct here is that perhaps he belongs in a mental hospital instead of a circus; after all, the man obviously has something horribly wrong with him. I couldn’t imagine what, but he does, and to be honest I haven’t even bothered to figure out what’s up with him because, after all, he’s a clown; he’ll be too busy entertaining the fans to focus on a match. At least I can do both at once.”
He takes another glance at the picture.
”Ahh yes, and then we have the scared little boy who we all know as Ryan Blake; the same one who went and teamed up with the big bad World Champ, Odin Balfore, because he couldn’t handle a thing on his own. Honestly, look how poorly he’s faired against Jonny Fly, against Donald Deruty, and against quite a few others recently. It’s obvious he needs that help. And I have even defeated his security guard; defeating “The Zero” Ryan Blake will be a piece of cake.”
He smirks, crumbles the paper up, and tosses it over his head, into the fireplace, where it promptly burns to ashes.
”As for my teammates this week, Jam Willy Jesus, Jonny Fly, I have never been associated with either of you, nor do I intend to beyond this week. Fly, you’re going to become the next WCF Television Champ, without a doubt, so I have faith that you won’t be the downfall of the team. JWJ, you must be doing something right if you’re on a team with The Silver Lining, so I’ll give you some credit, too. You two and I are going to be the victors in this match, and nothing is going to stop us from winning.”
The scene cuts to black.
”Dear Wrestling Championship Federation wrestlers, staff, and fans everywhere,
I am no longer able to handle the level of competition present within the company; many of the best wrestlers in the world are amongst WCF’s roster, and I am not physically able to compete at such a level weekly, so I am hereby resigning my position on the roster; I am also giving up my Television Title for someone more worthy than I who would actually be a good Television Champion, and would make the company proud. I wish the best of luck to all of the members of the WCF roster and staff, and to all of the fans out there of mine, I am truly sorry.
Sincerely,
Aaron Miles
Former Television Champion
Aaron Miles
Former Television Champion
Roy looks up from the paper at the camera.
”No, seriously, how hard would that have been? The self-proclaimed ‘Epitome of Cool’ apparently wasn’t cool enough to run with the big dogs, and instead of being a mature and responsible person, he made himself look like a total dunce with his resignation letter. Two simple words is all he could speak; that’s all the courage the Television Champion had left in him. He doesn’t understand that it makes him look more like a jackass doing things that way than walking off without saying anything at all, and resigning in private with Seth Lerch.
No, really, the two best ways to leave are a formal resignation letter or a quiet conversation with Lerch to tell him you can’t handle it, but you, sir, look like a tremendous idiot. And for that reason alone, I’m going to kick your ass if I get the chance this week.”
He flips the paper over, and looks down at it for a moment before holding it up. On the paper is a photo of a young boy and a circus clown. The young boy has a terrified look on his face, and the clown is staring right at him. Roy starts to chuckle as he shows it to the camera.
”And what else do I have against me this week? Well, first things first, I’ve got to deal with a freaking clown. But not just any clown, it’s Switches the Clown! But my first instinct here is that perhaps he belongs in a mental hospital instead of a circus; after all, the man obviously has something horribly wrong with him. I couldn’t imagine what, but he does, and to be honest I haven’t even bothered to figure out what’s up with him because, after all, he’s a clown; he’ll be too busy entertaining the fans to focus on a match. At least I can do both at once.”
He takes another glance at the picture.
”Ahh yes, and then we have the scared little boy who we all know as Ryan Blake; the same one who went and teamed up with the big bad World Champ, Odin Balfore, because he couldn’t handle a thing on his own. Honestly, look how poorly he’s faired against Jonny Fly, against Donald Deruty, and against quite a few others recently. It’s obvious he needs that help. And I have even defeated his security guard; defeating “The Zero” Ryan Blake will be a piece of cake.”
He smirks, crumbles the paper up, and tosses it over his head, into the fireplace, where it promptly burns to ashes.
”As for my teammates this week, Jam Willy Jesus, Jonny Fly, I have never been associated with either of you, nor do I intend to beyond this week. Fly, you’re going to become the next WCF Television Champ, without a doubt, so I have faith that you won’t be the downfall of the team. JWJ, you must be doing something right if you’re on a team with The Silver Lining, so I’ll give you some credit, too. You two and I are going to be the victors in this match, and nothing is going to stop us from winning.”
The scene cuts to black.
