Post by Jack Tillman on Jun 18, 2017 19:12:33 GMT -5
-Adults are talking. Kids are screaming. The smell of food is in the air. It's a happy day at the Constantine house hold as I have my kids over for Fathers Day. And yet here I am, away from all that because I have to do a promo for Redemption. It already sucks that I have to show up later tonight to play baby sitter for Jack as he wrestles tonight, but now I have to cut this promo on behalf of Devlin Scott who asked oh so politely to hype up the match some more.
-Standing around in my study, I mentally get my talking points ready as the camera crew get everything set up. Reaching into my cigar box, I pull one out and light it up. Camera crew gives me the go and I'm ready to get this damn promo over with so that I can spend some time with the grand kids.
Chris Constantine: “First off, happy Father's Day to all the Dad's out there. Right now I'd be having a good day, away from this wrestling industry, so that I could spend time with my kids and grandkids who are in the other room right now laughing it up and having fun. Instead of spending time with my family though, I have to cut a promo because little Ms. Richards decided she had to put a second one up. And since Richards had to put another promo up to hype up this little two on one match Rags To Riches match, management decided that Jack should put one up as well.
Well Jack has gone Zero dark thirty on me and can't be contacted or bothered so you get little old me in front of the camera. So thanks Devlin Scott for calling me up while I was enjoying my family time and asking me to put up another promo. Got to get that hype going on for the show since no one wants to tune into a match where the two so called number one contenders for the companies top title aren't believable champions. And if you put up another promo to help hype this match up, Devlin might forgive Jack with one of his past……transactions towards the company. So got to get those brownie points when I can get them.”
-I pause as I take a few puffs from my cigar. If you haven't been able to tell by now, I'm not happy doing this promo. At least I'm getting paid for it.
Chris Constantine: “So what else is there to say with an industry that's more about actions instead of words. To tell you the truth, I haven't even looked at the promos from The Jew Blazer or Richards. Why should I? Nothing but retorts to something Jack said. And if you had half a brain, you should be believe Jack because he's the real deal while the other two…..their nothing but fake news. Nothing but empty threats from two individuals who are more hype around their character than what they actually do in this industry.
But without even watching their promos, I could tell what the promos are about. When one promo is titled “I Am A Wrestler” and the other reads “Fuck Jack Tillman,” I can already tell what it's about and that the backlash towards Jack will be. That he's a liar. That I'm tough. That's I've proven my worth time and time again in that ring.
Blah, blah, blah.
You spent an entire promo……time….effort…..resources……all to talk negative to my client who got under your skin because of the words that he produced from his mouth. What's wrong? Did his words hit a nerve? Did the mean scary wrestler say something you didn't like? Are your feelings hurt? Are you going to be a snow flake and put up some stupid hash tag on twitter that one or two people will like. That's going to change how Jack wrestles!
Or did the words Jack spat out true……and you know it's true……but you have to protect yourself. You have to save face. You can't let the world know that dirty truth that Jack has been preaching now since day one in Redemption. That you two, including so many others here in Redemption , are nothing but gimmick and sports entertainers who are making a mockery out of this industry. I get it. Your mad that someone is calling you out. It's supposed to be one of those unwritten rules to not call out your fellow wrestler about their gimmick and how ridiculous it is at times. But at the end of the day……you two aren't wrestlers. You're just sports entertainers who will eventually walk out of this industry one day as soon as they modeling gig calls you up or Comedy Central pitches you a roll in some up and coming Television show.”
-I pause as I slowly turn my liquor cabinet and pour myself a drink. While I do so, I continue my promo.
Chris Constantine: “So you go out and twist and turn the facts and make yourself look and sound like such a badass. The wrestling fans know you aren't who you say you are though. The true wrestlers in the back know that you're full of crap. The office even knows you're a fraud…..but you're hired because you either make people laugh, or you're eye candy and the side chick for the then Heavy Weight champ.”
-I take a sip of some scotch and it goes down smoothly. A 79. Paid a pretty penny but it's worth it.
Chris Constantine: “So go ahead and tell everyone that you're serious. That you're the real deal. Spew your lies and think you're the best of the best, even though you're in the 150 pound weight scale and you're not even able to bench press your own weight. Proclaim to the masses that you're supper serious even though you most likely have about three months of crappy training under your belt. Shout out to the top of the mountains and tweet that you're going to show everyone just how badass that you are by tweeting out a gif of Jack Nicholson flipping the bird.”
-I can't help but chuckle as I remember that twitter post from his morning.
Chris Constantine: “I'd love to see you do that to Jack by the way…..because Jack will take that scrawny looking finger of yours and snap it in half and watch in pleasure as your mascara and makeup come smearing down your face as you cry like the little girl that you are.”
-Placing my glass on a near by table, I lean against my desk as I take another puff from my cigar.
Chris Constantine: “Also to everyone that's listening to this, Jack doesn't listen to promos so everything that you said fell on death ears with him. Now he doesn't listen to other people's promos because he doesn't care about what you have to say. He doesn't care what you've accomplished or what you say you will do…….because at the end of the day, he looks at what you've done in the ring. He looks at the actions that you've accomplished in that squared circle. He watches your moves and you strikes to see if their a threat or not.
It also help that he doesn't listen to promos because he doesn't get mentally wrecked like you two have with words. While you two try and prove that you're tough……you're going to be giving it your all…..but then you're normal game plan is out the door and you'll be gassed and tired and unable to perform to you're already below standard of wrestling. While Jack on he the hand, all he has to do is play you two like puppets and do what he does best…..and beat the holly crap out of you like he's been doing with everyone else he's ever came across since he first stepped into a Redemption ring.
At the end of the day, you two aren't a threat. If this was a straight up wrestling match…….no gimmicks…..no funny business……just a simple two on one match……Jack would wipe the floor with you two because he is a professional wrestler while you two are nothing but sports entertainers. And the funny thing is…..you both know it. But you're going to try…… and he's going to show you and the rest of the Redemption World you are nothing as he humiliates you in that ring.
Hell…Jack might leave you both mentally and physically scared that you'll no longer be able to wrestle….and since Jack was the one to do it, Devlin might reward Jack both title shots.”
-I place the cigar in my mouth and think that scenario in my head, but I already know it's a bad idea.
Chris Constantine: “Devlin wouldn't let that happen though. To much baggage on Jacks end. Anyhoo. Happy Fathers Day to all the Dad's out there. Richards and Jew Blazer……call your Dad's tonight before your match with Jack……because you never know if or when you'll be talking to them again.”
-Raising my glass of scotch in my hand, I take another sip. Placing my cigar in my mouth, I make my way to the door so that I can spend time with the family. With that, end scene.
-Standing around in my study, I mentally get my talking points ready as the camera crew get everything set up. Reaching into my cigar box, I pull one out and light it up. Camera crew gives me the go and I'm ready to get this damn promo over with so that I can spend some time with the grand kids.
Chris Constantine: “First off, happy Father's Day to all the Dad's out there. Right now I'd be having a good day, away from this wrestling industry, so that I could spend time with my kids and grandkids who are in the other room right now laughing it up and having fun. Instead of spending time with my family though, I have to cut a promo because little Ms. Richards decided she had to put a second one up. And since Richards had to put another promo up to hype up this little two on one match Rags To Riches match, management decided that Jack should put one up as well.
Well Jack has gone Zero dark thirty on me and can't be contacted or bothered so you get little old me in front of the camera. So thanks Devlin Scott for calling me up while I was enjoying my family time and asking me to put up another promo. Got to get that hype going on for the show since no one wants to tune into a match where the two so called number one contenders for the companies top title aren't believable champions. And if you put up another promo to help hype this match up, Devlin might forgive Jack with one of his past……transactions towards the company. So got to get those brownie points when I can get them.”
-I pause as I take a few puffs from my cigar. If you haven't been able to tell by now, I'm not happy doing this promo. At least I'm getting paid for it.
Chris Constantine: “So what else is there to say with an industry that's more about actions instead of words. To tell you the truth, I haven't even looked at the promos from The Jew Blazer or Richards. Why should I? Nothing but retorts to something Jack said. And if you had half a brain, you should be believe Jack because he's the real deal while the other two…..their nothing but fake news. Nothing but empty threats from two individuals who are more hype around their character than what they actually do in this industry.
But without even watching their promos, I could tell what the promos are about. When one promo is titled “I Am A Wrestler” and the other reads “Fuck Jack Tillman,” I can already tell what it's about and that the backlash towards Jack will be. That he's a liar. That I'm tough. That's I've proven my worth time and time again in that ring.
Blah, blah, blah.
You spent an entire promo……time….effort…..resources……all to talk negative to my client who got under your skin because of the words that he produced from his mouth. What's wrong? Did his words hit a nerve? Did the mean scary wrestler say something you didn't like? Are your feelings hurt? Are you going to be a snow flake and put up some stupid hash tag on twitter that one or two people will like. That's going to change how Jack wrestles!
Or did the words Jack spat out true……and you know it's true……but you have to protect yourself. You have to save face. You can't let the world know that dirty truth that Jack has been preaching now since day one in Redemption. That you two, including so many others here in Redemption , are nothing but gimmick and sports entertainers who are making a mockery out of this industry. I get it. Your mad that someone is calling you out. It's supposed to be one of those unwritten rules to not call out your fellow wrestler about their gimmick and how ridiculous it is at times. But at the end of the day……you two aren't wrestlers. You're just sports entertainers who will eventually walk out of this industry one day as soon as they modeling gig calls you up or Comedy Central pitches you a roll in some up and coming Television show.”
-I pause as I slowly turn my liquor cabinet and pour myself a drink. While I do so, I continue my promo.
Chris Constantine: “So you go out and twist and turn the facts and make yourself look and sound like such a badass. The wrestling fans know you aren't who you say you are though. The true wrestlers in the back know that you're full of crap. The office even knows you're a fraud…..but you're hired because you either make people laugh, or you're eye candy and the side chick for the then Heavy Weight champ.”
-I take a sip of some scotch and it goes down smoothly. A 79. Paid a pretty penny but it's worth it.
Chris Constantine: “So go ahead and tell everyone that you're serious. That you're the real deal. Spew your lies and think you're the best of the best, even though you're in the 150 pound weight scale and you're not even able to bench press your own weight. Proclaim to the masses that you're supper serious even though you most likely have about three months of crappy training under your belt. Shout out to the top of the mountains and tweet that you're going to show everyone just how badass that you are by tweeting out a gif of Jack Nicholson flipping the bird.”
-I can't help but chuckle as I remember that twitter post from his morning.
Chris Constantine: “I'd love to see you do that to Jack by the way…..because Jack will take that scrawny looking finger of yours and snap it in half and watch in pleasure as your mascara and makeup come smearing down your face as you cry like the little girl that you are.”
-Placing my glass on a near by table, I lean against my desk as I take another puff from my cigar.
Chris Constantine: “Also to everyone that's listening to this, Jack doesn't listen to promos so everything that you said fell on death ears with him. Now he doesn't listen to other people's promos because he doesn't care about what you have to say. He doesn't care what you've accomplished or what you say you will do…….because at the end of the day, he looks at what you've done in the ring. He looks at the actions that you've accomplished in that squared circle. He watches your moves and you strikes to see if their a threat or not.
It also help that he doesn't listen to promos because he doesn't get mentally wrecked like you two have with words. While you two try and prove that you're tough……you're going to be giving it your all…..but then you're normal game plan is out the door and you'll be gassed and tired and unable to perform to you're already below standard of wrestling. While Jack on he the hand, all he has to do is play you two like puppets and do what he does best…..and beat the holly crap out of you like he's been doing with everyone else he's ever came across since he first stepped into a Redemption ring.
At the end of the day, you two aren't a threat. If this was a straight up wrestling match…….no gimmicks…..no funny business……just a simple two on one match……Jack would wipe the floor with you two because he is a professional wrestler while you two are nothing but sports entertainers. And the funny thing is…..you both know it. But you're going to try…… and he's going to show you and the rest of the Redemption World you are nothing as he humiliates you in that ring.
Hell…Jack might leave you both mentally and physically scared that you'll no longer be able to wrestle….and since Jack was the one to do it, Devlin might reward Jack both title shots.”
-I place the cigar in my mouth and think that scenario in my head, but I already know it's a bad idea.
Chris Constantine: “Devlin wouldn't let that happen though. To much baggage on Jacks end. Anyhoo. Happy Fathers Day to all the Dad's out there. Richards and Jew Blazer……call your Dad's tonight before your match with Jack……because you never know if or when you'll be talking to them again.”
-Raising my glass of scotch in my hand, I take another sip. Placing my cigar in my mouth, I make my way to the door so that I can spend time with the family. With that, end scene.
