Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2018 15:28:35 GMT -5
“Counting all the assholes in the room…”
We open to James Pridmore in the Squires Midway gym, where his uncle, Jim Danielson, works. He gets to train there for free occasionally, because… well… his uncle runs the place. He’s finishing a set on the rowing machine. He presses with his legs one last time, and releases the handle. He kicks his legs over to one side, as he faces the camera.
“Well, I’m definitely not alone.”
He smirks that family smirk. The one of confidence, and arrogance.
“Anyone that listens to Heavy Metal knows Volbeat, and if you don’t, look them up. They’re a great band. Anyways, I have never felt so connected to a song for a match ever. My cousin used to use song lyrics in his promos all the time, but this song, Still Counting, mirrors this Contendership Scramble perfectly. Specifically that first verse, because when I look out to my opponents, that’s all I see….
Assholes.”
He gets up from the rowing machine, and tosses his towel over his shoulder. He has an Upstart Inc. tank top on. He begins to walk to the back, where the locker room area is.
“Some may think that I sympathize with Tasmin Richards. It would make sense, since we both are related to wrestling megastars, dating fellow wrestlers that happen to be higher in rankings then us. I get it, and I get her situation, however, there’s a big difference between me, her, and the reason why I’m going to come out on top. Which goes for everyone, by the way. I’m beating everyone in this scramble, not just her.
Back on topic though, I get Tasmin, but the difference is, I’m actually skilled enough to carry on my own name. I could’ve went by James Danielson, and would’ve been instantly recognizable, but I didn’t. I went by my real name, and even though Tasmin does too, she doesn’t look to blaze her own path, contrary to what she say. She’s identical to her sister and brother, emo hard ass that thinks they’re all that… when they have back up.
I don’t need that back up though, or have to use tag team matches with Julianna to feed me to the crowd for a better reaction. I just do what I do best, and that’s be an Upstart with impeccable striking abilities. Just ask Wasabi how hard I hit, or Zakari Phoenix. Hell, even call up Trina Bishop, and she’ll tell you that I had hr knocked out before Nite Stalker attacked. Tasmin, we may be similar, but you are in no way better than me, and I want you to realize that!”
Pridmore walks through a set of double doors, leading to a hallway. He continues walking, as he resumes his promo.
“Now that I’ve addressed that first Asshole, let’s label her “The Liar” of that song, I guess we should go on to “The Cheaters” of that song. In a match this big, with so much on the line, there is actually 2 cheaters. Two relative newbies, kind of like me. Piper Lockwood and Jack Wilde, I don’t know what you two did to get this shot, but from what I saw at Unscripted, Jack Wilde is literally just getting handed titles opportunities that he really doesn’t deserve.
As for Piper Lockwood, her match against that hybrid Tasmin Stalker chick left a lotto be desired. It gave me literally nothing, so I had to go to turn towards her WCG website bio, and it… also gave me nothing. Other than the fact that she seems to have accidentally stumbled from a YMCA fight class to a flea market wrasslin ring. She’s just some chick who seems to know that she’s attractive and thinks that it will get her far because of it.
I know even less about Jack Wilde. He had a kid in highschool, and that’s about it. He isn’t like AB, because at least Austen has personality. It’s like this guy that WCG is so embedded in, doesn’t care enough to do anything other than fail to obtain championships. This will be his second title opportunity he won’t be able to capitalize on, because he won’t be able to amount to even Tasmin Richards, let alone the CEO of Upstart Inc, James Pridmore.”
He reaches the back end of the hallway, where he stops at a door labeled “Private Locker Rooms: Personnel Only”. James takes a key out of his shorts pocket, and puts it in the lock. Opening the door, he wipes his face with his title just one more time, before tossing it into a towel hamper in the far corner. He sits on a bench in the room, and continues his promo.
“You’re a Liar, You’re a Cheater…”
He counts on his fingers.
“You’re a fool.
I think this one is rather simple if you ask me. Wasabi and Iphy, where do I even begin? We have a guy named after a spice paste, but is bland as hell, and a girl that is a 12 year old in a 26 year old’s body. Just baffling how you two ended up here to be honest, because I can’t tell if you guys think you’re being entertaining, or just don’t take this sport seriously. I mean, I can’t hate too much on Iphy, because she’s super sweet, but Wasabi… like I said before… where do I even begin?
Tell me, Wasabi, when you’re done vlogging, and plugging stupid stuff that nobody cares about, or tweeting whatever the trending hashtag of the day, how did that Upstart taste? Were you able to pick out the little pieces of ring mat out of your teeth? I hope so, because you’re gonna eat at least one or two more come Hype. I don’t know why, but there’s just something about the crunch your stupid Hipster Metal face makes that just makes everything worth it, and the fact that I get to do it multiple times in this scramble, just proves that my partnership with Austen Blackwell is proving extremely beneficial. He must’ve told Mercedes that I needed that special pick-me up.
Anywho, Imma make most my points from you, Wasabi, just because I can.”
Jimmy sighs euphorically, as if beating up Wasabi is the best therapy money can buy. He pauses, smirking at the thought. He returns to the topic at hand.
“As for Iphy, I kind of feel bad for you. Kind of like what that painted-up psychopath said at Unscripted, you are completely and utterly too innocent for this profession. You don’t quite understand that skill is only a fraction of what makes wrestlers great. The main part of being a wrestler though, is that aggressive killer instinct, which you certainly don’t possess. Do you think Julianna has been champion for so long, because she was super kind and sweet? What about my cousin? No. Champions have to have that animalistic instinct, and when I say animalistic, I don’t mean bunnies or a hamster. I mean the instinct of a predator.
As much as you want to be like Boo from Monster’s inc, when she’s in her little costume, you are still just a child pretending to be something you aren’t. At Hype, all that make believe, all the jokes, all the innocence, is going to leave you helpless in that ring, when you are surrounded by at least 2 real wrestlers, two possible real wrestlers… and Wasabi.”
He takes a step into the bathroom area and turns on the shower. He steps back into the main part of the locker room, and takes his shirt off. He tosses it into the hamper, and begins to wrap up his promo.
“Yes, I may be seen in similar lights as some of you. I may be called an asshole, but at least I understand that. Tasmin, maybe you think your lie is safe, but I read you like a letter. Piper and Jack, this opportunity, i promise, is so easy to say, but so easy you will fail. Wasabi and Iphy, your charm does not even the pain, and it fills me with rage.
At Hype, Upstart Inc. is going to go up in stock, every time I take one of you down, and I will go on to face Danni Basch for her title, and beat her. I’m the only one in this match real enough and skilled enough to pull this off, and I promise, sometime soon, Julianna are going to leave WCG as the most star-studded couple in the brand’s history.”
He turns around, and heads towards the showers, but turns around quickly.
“Before I go, let me finish this with one more quote from Still Counting…”
He pauses, a serious tone fills the room, as his body language changes from cocky to stoic.
“I turn my back, and go for all the better things in order…
After I become #1 contender for the South Bay Championship… I’m coming after you Nite Stalker… Mark my words!”
James turns around, and disappear behind the wall where the shower is, he tosses his shorts from off screen, into the hamper. You hear him say “Kobe”, as the scene closes.
We open to James Pridmore in the Squires Midway gym, where his uncle, Jim Danielson, works. He gets to train there for free occasionally, because… well… his uncle runs the place. He’s finishing a set on the rowing machine. He presses with his legs one last time, and releases the handle. He kicks his legs over to one side, as he faces the camera.
“Well, I’m definitely not alone.”
He smirks that family smirk. The one of confidence, and arrogance.
“Anyone that listens to Heavy Metal knows Volbeat, and if you don’t, look them up. They’re a great band. Anyways, I have never felt so connected to a song for a match ever. My cousin used to use song lyrics in his promos all the time, but this song, Still Counting, mirrors this Contendership Scramble perfectly. Specifically that first verse, because when I look out to my opponents, that’s all I see….
Assholes.”
He gets up from the rowing machine, and tosses his towel over his shoulder. He has an Upstart Inc. tank top on. He begins to walk to the back, where the locker room area is.
“Some may think that I sympathize with Tasmin Richards. It would make sense, since we both are related to wrestling megastars, dating fellow wrestlers that happen to be higher in rankings then us. I get it, and I get her situation, however, there’s a big difference between me, her, and the reason why I’m going to come out on top. Which goes for everyone, by the way. I’m beating everyone in this scramble, not just her.
Back on topic though, I get Tasmin, but the difference is, I’m actually skilled enough to carry on my own name. I could’ve went by James Danielson, and would’ve been instantly recognizable, but I didn’t. I went by my real name, and even though Tasmin does too, she doesn’t look to blaze her own path, contrary to what she say. She’s identical to her sister and brother, emo hard ass that thinks they’re all that… when they have back up.
I don’t need that back up though, or have to use tag team matches with Julianna to feed me to the crowd for a better reaction. I just do what I do best, and that’s be an Upstart with impeccable striking abilities. Just ask Wasabi how hard I hit, or Zakari Phoenix. Hell, even call up Trina Bishop, and she’ll tell you that I had hr knocked out before Nite Stalker attacked. Tasmin, we may be similar, but you are in no way better than me, and I want you to realize that!”
Pridmore walks through a set of double doors, leading to a hallway. He continues walking, as he resumes his promo.
“Now that I’ve addressed that first Asshole, let’s label her “The Liar” of that song, I guess we should go on to “The Cheaters” of that song. In a match this big, with so much on the line, there is actually 2 cheaters. Two relative newbies, kind of like me. Piper Lockwood and Jack Wilde, I don’t know what you two did to get this shot, but from what I saw at Unscripted, Jack Wilde is literally just getting handed titles opportunities that he really doesn’t deserve.
As for Piper Lockwood, her match against that hybrid Tasmin Stalker chick left a lotto be desired. It gave me literally nothing, so I had to go to turn towards her WCG website bio, and it… also gave me nothing. Other than the fact that she seems to have accidentally stumbled from a YMCA fight class to a flea market wrasslin ring. She’s just some chick who seems to know that she’s attractive and thinks that it will get her far because of it.
I know even less about Jack Wilde. He had a kid in highschool, and that’s about it. He isn’t like AB, because at least Austen has personality. It’s like this guy that WCG is so embedded in, doesn’t care enough to do anything other than fail to obtain championships. This will be his second title opportunity he won’t be able to capitalize on, because he won’t be able to amount to even Tasmin Richards, let alone the CEO of Upstart Inc, James Pridmore.”
He reaches the back end of the hallway, where he stops at a door labeled “Private Locker Rooms: Personnel Only”. James takes a key out of his shorts pocket, and puts it in the lock. Opening the door, he wipes his face with his title just one more time, before tossing it into a towel hamper in the far corner. He sits on a bench in the room, and continues his promo.
“You’re a Liar, You’re a Cheater…”
He counts on his fingers.
“You’re a fool.
I think this one is rather simple if you ask me. Wasabi and Iphy, where do I even begin? We have a guy named after a spice paste, but is bland as hell, and a girl that is a 12 year old in a 26 year old’s body. Just baffling how you two ended up here to be honest, because I can’t tell if you guys think you’re being entertaining, or just don’t take this sport seriously. I mean, I can’t hate too much on Iphy, because she’s super sweet, but Wasabi… like I said before… where do I even begin?
Tell me, Wasabi, when you’re done vlogging, and plugging stupid stuff that nobody cares about, or tweeting whatever the trending hashtag of the day, how did that Upstart taste? Were you able to pick out the little pieces of ring mat out of your teeth? I hope so, because you’re gonna eat at least one or two more come Hype. I don’t know why, but there’s just something about the crunch your stupid Hipster Metal face makes that just makes everything worth it, and the fact that I get to do it multiple times in this scramble, just proves that my partnership with Austen Blackwell is proving extremely beneficial. He must’ve told Mercedes that I needed that special pick-me up.
Anywho, Imma make most my points from you, Wasabi, just because I can.”
Jimmy sighs euphorically, as if beating up Wasabi is the best therapy money can buy. He pauses, smirking at the thought. He returns to the topic at hand.
“As for Iphy, I kind of feel bad for you. Kind of like what that painted-up psychopath said at Unscripted, you are completely and utterly too innocent for this profession. You don’t quite understand that skill is only a fraction of what makes wrestlers great. The main part of being a wrestler though, is that aggressive killer instinct, which you certainly don’t possess. Do you think Julianna has been champion for so long, because she was super kind and sweet? What about my cousin? No. Champions have to have that animalistic instinct, and when I say animalistic, I don’t mean bunnies or a hamster. I mean the instinct of a predator.
As much as you want to be like Boo from Monster’s inc, when she’s in her little costume, you are still just a child pretending to be something you aren’t. At Hype, all that make believe, all the jokes, all the innocence, is going to leave you helpless in that ring, when you are surrounded by at least 2 real wrestlers, two possible real wrestlers… and Wasabi.”
He takes a step into the bathroom area and turns on the shower. He steps back into the main part of the locker room, and takes his shirt off. He tosses it into the hamper, and begins to wrap up his promo.
“Yes, I may be seen in similar lights as some of you. I may be called an asshole, but at least I understand that. Tasmin, maybe you think your lie is safe, but I read you like a letter. Piper and Jack, this opportunity, i promise, is so easy to say, but so easy you will fail. Wasabi and Iphy, your charm does not even the pain, and it fills me with rage.
At Hype, Upstart Inc. is going to go up in stock, every time I take one of you down, and I will go on to face Danni Basch for her title, and beat her. I’m the only one in this match real enough and skilled enough to pull this off, and I promise, sometime soon, Julianna are going to leave WCG as the most star-studded couple in the brand’s history.”
He turns around, and heads towards the showers, but turns around quickly.
“Before I go, let me finish this with one more quote from Still Counting…”
He pauses, a serious tone fills the room, as his body language changes from cocky to stoic.
“I turn my back, and go for all the better things in order…
After I become #1 contender for the South Bay Championship… I’m coming after you Nite Stalker… Mark my words!”
James turns around, and disappear behind the wall where the shower is, he tosses his shorts from off screen, into the hamper. You hear him say “Kobe”, as the scene closes.