Post by Jack Tillman on May 31, 2017 19:46:52 GMT -5
-What the hell is a Wrestleforce? Sounds like a fucking Star Wars thing where two Jedi or Siths wrestle one another. No light sabers. No voodoo magic that they use. Just two people just beating the ever living shit out of one another in a wrestling ring. Nerds would jizz in their pants if they ever saw something like that.
-Now that I think about it......it wouldn't be that bad of an idea. Make a god damn wrestling organization out of it. Just think of the fucking merch that would come with it! It'd be a fucking multi million or billion dollar idea if done right. Sure, there would be those fake efed nerds pretending to be Jedi wrestlers online while they live in their parents basement.......but I guess it could be worse. There could be fat cos players pretending to be the Jedi Wrestlers.
-I'm going way to far into the rabbit hole with this idea. Try to change the conversation because the mental image of that could cause me to puke in my mouth.
-.................
-Why not make it a Wrestlefest. Sort of make it a medieval festival sort of feel......but with wrestlers. Think of it, armored knights wrestling. No shields or horses or swords. Just dudes wrestling in metal armor. Fans could be drinking beer out of ram horns and people could just beat the living shit out of the jesters because no one likes those fuckers. And when one of the wrestlers lose, the audience throws lettuce and old vegetables into the ring. Maybe even have the dude killed with getting his head chopped off with an axe by the executioner. Not sure how big the market would be but it'd be more believable than that Wrestleforce crap.
-Alright, back to the matter at hand. Jacks doing a promo. He doesn't want to do a promo because he'd rather be getting ready for his Rag To Riches match this Sunday. We're also cutting into his training time which he hates getting out of. Right now, he'd be doing a ten mile run with a 50 pound backpack on his back. But instead of that, he's here at a local bar here in Chicago sitting at a table looking at a cup of water with a lemon slice floating in it. No beer. No alcohol. No shot of whisky or tequila. Just plan water with a lemon in it. Couldn't even talk him into getting some nachos or fries. Said it would cut into his diet. Plus he doesn't eat shitty bar food that's high in grease and fat. Well being the flat slob that I am, I'll be more than happy to eat some nachos and have a glass of Guinness to drink it down.
-For the past 5 minutes Jack has been taking chunks from a bar napkin as I've been stuffing my fat face with the nachos. It's a busy night and Jack isn't one to be at a bar like this. Jacks a great wrestler.....but he's not a social guy. I've been trying to get him out of his shell now for the past year but it's been a slow climb. As long as I'm around Jack won't be hurting anyone.....yet. Maybe we should hurry this promo up then.
-The camera crew finally gets everything set up and we're ready to go. Sitting back in my bar stool, I take a drink from my beer as Jack starts his promo as he continues to tears pieces of the napkin apart. Doesn't even bother to look up to the camera.
Jack Tillman: "I'm not a bar guy. I'm actually here because Chris said that the whole me being in a wrestling ring for every promo I've done was starting to get stale."
-God damnit. I'm trying to make you more likable and more human you damn son of a bitch! It's a PR thing Jack. Work with me here!
Jack Tillman: "So here I am! Sitting at some shitty bar while I should be getting ready for my match at Wrestleforce. Instead of doing the normal thing and drinking some ice cold beer, I'm having a glass of water because I don't drink alcohol. I could be having some greasy fatty food but I'm not.....because it's not healthy. I could be drunk and laughing up a storm just like everyone else here in this hole in the wall bar in Chicago......maybe try to make some friends.......try to maybe pick up some chick and fuck her brains out! That's what normal people would do in my situation right?"
-Jack pauses as he wipes the torn pieces and wipes them off the table. Jack finally looks up and I can tell he's already agitated. Either it be from doing the promo or just the people around him.
Jack Tillman: "Well I'm not a normal guy. I don't do things that everyone else does because I'm a professional wrestler who takes this industry way to seriously at times. As I said a few weeks ago......I'm an extremist when it comes to the wrestling universe. This world of wrestling....it is my religion. I've read from the book of Papa Nirvana, front to back. I've studied from the text of Mark Storm and his Book of Chaos. I understand what Kurt Newman meant when he wrote in the Book of Awesome. I've put in the time. I've put in the effort. I've been around the world to better understand and learn about this industry.
I'm only 21 and yet I've experience and trained more than anyone else in this Rags To Riches match.....minus Mark Storm of course. I take this industry seriously more as well. I am the face of professional wrestling. And yet I don't get the recognition or the vote of confidence yet because I don't have the experience in the ring yet. I don't have those matches to throw around to prove that I'm better than everyone else. I haven't faced anyone worthy of bragging about yet.
That's the reason why I'm wrestling in so many promotions now. To get that experience. To get those matches. To get those yes on me. To face the best of the best.
But when I look at this Rags To Riches match......I don't see the best of the best. I don't see a match to place my hat on. I see just another gimmick match with a handful of wrestlers that aren't worth my time. Only good thing about this match is the opportunity at a title shot that unlike so many other people in this match.....I truly deserve. But instead of Devlin doing the smart thing and just handing me a title opportunity......I have to "earn" my opportunity with a crowd of rejects and sports entertainers who don't know the difference between a wrist lock and an ankle lock.
On one side of the ring are these 120 something little girls who are more models than sports entertainers. Little Barbie dolls like Rachael Redding, Xaria Karloff, and Kayla Richards. They put their makeup on, show off enough cleavage so that's their tits don't pop out, and shake their ass hoping that it distracts from that fact that their wrestling skills are below par. But I guess in Devlin's world of wrestling......it's more important to be a sports entertainer than to be a professional wrestler.
Speaking of Sports Entertainers that Devlin just loves is a bunch of mid card losers who aren't worthy of anything here in Redemption.....that being guys like RC Tucker, Martin Karloff, Aston Chase, and The Jew Blazer. Just a bunch of mid card guys that have and never will be anything here in Redemption because they just don't have what it takes to be a true contender.
And then you have a guy like Mark Storm.....the only person other than myself who's going to grab one of those suit cases in this match and one of the few individuals in the wrestling industry that I respect because the man has done it all. World known. Multiple title reigns. Epic matches. One of the best in the industry today.
Finally there's me. Never been pinned. Never been submitted. Never lost his Genesis Title. A Tag Team Title shot in my back pocket. And a man that shouldn't be fucked with in Redemption. I started later than most of the individuals in this match when it came to their Redemption career. Most of you have more Redemption matches under your belt than me. Some of you actually have held some titles. And yet here I am......a 21 year old and I've accomplished more than all of you combine and have made more of an impact than any of you ever will with this company. Those aren't feelings. Those aren't emotions. They aren't wishes and hopes. Those are facts that can't be spun or taken out of contact. If anyone is worthy of a title shot with either the New Gen or Heavy Weight Title.....it should be me.
So when I say that I am going to walk out of this match with a brief case......you better believe it because I plan on ripping through the competition and getting me one of those title shots because unlike so many of you in this match......you don't deserve it."
-Sliding out of his chair, Jack walks past the camera and heads his way out of the bar. Doesn't say to hello to anyone. Doesn't make eye contact. Just leaves. I'd follow, but I'm still working on my nachos and beer. I already know he's heading back to the gym so that he can go back to training. I know this state of mind......full throttle with this wrestling stuff.......will get him into trouble. But the kid is still a pup. He needs to learn. I can bark and bitch at him all day.......but it's in one ear and out the other. He's made his bed.....now it's time to sleep in it.
.................
-These are some damn good nachos to be honest. Not extremely heavy with the nacho cheese. The meat is great. Lettuce, tomatoes, and olives. Perfect. Alright......you can go now.
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-Now that I think about it......it wouldn't be that bad of an idea. Make a god damn wrestling organization out of it. Just think of the fucking merch that would come with it! It'd be a fucking multi million or billion dollar idea if done right. Sure, there would be those fake efed nerds pretending to be Jedi wrestlers online while they live in their parents basement.......but I guess it could be worse. There could be fat cos players pretending to be the Jedi Wrestlers.
-I'm going way to far into the rabbit hole with this idea. Try to change the conversation because the mental image of that could cause me to puke in my mouth.
-.................
-Why not make it a Wrestlefest. Sort of make it a medieval festival sort of feel......but with wrestlers. Think of it, armored knights wrestling. No shields or horses or swords. Just dudes wrestling in metal armor. Fans could be drinking beer out of ram horns and people could just beat the living shit out of the jesters because no one likes those fuckers. And when one of the wrestlers lose, the audience throws lettuce and old vegetables into the ring. Maybe even have the dude killed with getting his head chopped off with an axe by the executioner. Not sure how big the market would be but it'd be more believable than that Wrestleforce crap.
-Alright, back to the matter at hand. Jacks doing a promo. He doesn't want to do a promo because he'd rather be getting ready for his Rag To Riches match this Sunday. We're also cutting into his training time which he hates getting out of. Right now, he'd be doing a ten mile run with a 50 pound backpack on his back. But instead of that, he's here at a local bar here in Chicago sitting at a table looking at a cup of water with a lemon slice floating in it. No beer. No alcohol. No shot of whisky or tequila. Just plan water with a lemon in it. Couldn't even talk him into getting some nachos or fries. Said it would cut into his diet. Plus he doesn't eat shitty bar food that's high in grease and fat. Well being the flat slob that I am, I'll be more than happy to eat some nachos and have a glass of Guinness to drink it down.
-For the past 5 minutes Jack has been taking chunks from a bar napkin as I've been stuffing my fat face with the nachos. It's a busy night and Jack isn't one to be at a bar like this. Jacks a great wrestler.....but he's not a social guy. I've been trying to get him out of his shell now for the past year but it's been a slow climb. As long as I'm around Jack won't be hurting anyone.....yet. Maybe we should hurry this promo up then.
-The camera crew finally gets everything set up and we're ready to go. Sitting back in my bar stool, I take a drink from my beer as Jack starts his promo as he continues to tears pieces of the napkin apart. Doesn't even bother to look up to the camera.
Jack Tillman: "I'm not a bar guy. I'm actually here because Chris said that the whole me being in a wrestling ring for every promo I've done was starting to get stale."
-God damnit. I'm trying to make you more likable and more human you damn son of a bitch! It's a PR thing Jack. Work with me here!
Jack Tillman: "So here I am! Sitting at some shitty bar while I should be getting ready for my match at Wrestleforce. Instead of doing the normal thing and drinking some ice cold beer, I'm having a glass of water because I don't drink alcohol. I could be having some greasy fatty food but I'm not.....because it's not healthy. I could be drunk and laughing up a storm just like everyone else here in this hole in the wall bar in Chicago......maybe try to make some friends.......try to maybe pick up some chick and fuck her brains out! That's what normal people would do in my situation right?"
-Jack pauses as he wipes the torn pieces and wipes them off the table. Jack finally looks up and I can tell he's already agitated. Either it be from doing the promo or just the people around him.
Jack Tillman: "Well I'm not a normal guy. I don't do things that everyone else does because I'm a professional wrestler who takes this industry way to seriously at times. As I said a few weeks ago......I'm an extremist when it comes to the wrestling universe. This world of wrestling....it is my religion. I've read from the book of Papa Nirvana, front to back. I've studied from the text of Mark Storm and his Book of Chaos. I understand what Kurt Newman meant when he wrote in the Book of Awesome. I've put in the time. I've put in the effort. I've been around the world to better understand and learn about this industry.
I'm only 21 and yet I've experience and trained more than anyone else in this Rags To Riches match.....minus Mark Storm of course. I take this industry seriously more as well. I am the face of professional wrestling. And yet I don't get the recognition or the vote of confidence yet because I don't have the experience in the ring yet. I don't have those matches to throw around to prove that I'm better than everyone else. I haven't faced anyone worthy of bragging about yet.
That's the reason why I'm wrestling in so many promotions now. To get that experience. To get those matches. To get those yes on me. To face the best of the best.
But when I look at this Rags To Riches match......I don't see the best of the best. I don't see a match to place my hat on. I see just another gimmick match with a handful of wrestlers that aren't worth my time. Only good thing about this match is the opportunity at a title shot that unlike so many other people in this match.....I truly deserve. But instead of Devlin doing the smart thing and just handing me a title opportunity......I have to "earn" my opportunity with a crowd of rejects and sports entertainers who don't know the difference between a wrist lock and an ankle lock.
On one side of the ring are these 120 something little girls who are more models than sports entertainers. Little Barbie dolls like Rachael Redding, Xaria Karloff, and Kayla Richards. They put their makeup on, show off enough cleavage so that's their tits don't pop out, and shake their ass hoping that it distracts from that fact that their wrestling skills are below par. But I guess in Devlin's world of wrestling......it's more important to be a sports entertainer than to be a professional wrestler.
Speaking of Sports Entertainers that Devlin just loves is a bunch of mid card losers who aren't worthy of anything here in Redemption.....that being guys like RC Tucker, Martin Karloff, Aston Chase, and The Jew Blazer. Just a bunch of mid card guys that have and never will be anything here in Redemption because they just don't have what it takes to be a true contender.
And then you have a guy like Mark Storm.....the only person other than myself who's going to grab one of those suit cases in this match and one of the few individuals in the wrestling industry that I respect because the man has done it all. World known. Multiple title reigns. Epic matches. One of the best in the industry today.
Finally there's me. Never been pinned. Never been submitted. Never lost his Genesis Title. A Tag Team Title shot in my back pocket. And a man that shouldn't be fucked with in Redemption. I started later than most of the individuals in this match when it came to their Redemption career. Most of you have more Redemption matches under your belt than me. Some of you actually have held some titles. And yet here I am......a 21 year old and I've accomplished more than all of you combine and have made more of an impact than any of you ever will with this company. Those aren't feelings. Those aren't emotions. They aren't wishes and hopes. Those are facts that can't be spun or taken out of contact. If anyone is worthy of a title shot with either the New Gen or Heavy Weight Title.....it should be me.
So when I say that I am going to walk out of this match with a brief case......you better believe it because I plan on ripping through the competition and getting me one of those title shots because unlike so many of you in this match......you don't deserve it."
-Sliding out of his chair, Jack walks past the camera and heads his way out of the bar. Doesn't say to hello to anyone. Doesn't make eye contact. Just leaves. I'd follow, but I'm still working on my nachos and beer. I already know he's heading back to the gym so that he can go back to training. I know this state of mind......full throttle with this wrestling stuff.......will get him into trouble. But the kid is still a pup. He needs to learn. I can bark and bitch at him all day.......but it's in one ear and out the other. He's made his bed.....now it's time to sleep in it.
.................
-These are some damn good nachos to be honest. Not extremely heavy with the nacho cheese. The meat is great. Lettuce, tomatoes, and olives. Perfect. Alright......you can go now.
-End Scene
