Post by Devlin Scott on Dec 9, 2016 7:59:55 GMT -5
FLASHBACK to October 2013
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New Generation Wrestling has anything but a thought in the back of the mind of Tech Billionaire Devlin Scott. A man that only played some collegiate athletics before dropping out his Sophomore year, professional wrestling had alway entertained him from the time he was a child. Watching the Monday Night Wars, Scott grew up in a time where wrestling was cool. Stone Cold and The Rock shirts adorned kids everywhere. And telling someone to suck it was pretty funny. Devlin had checked out a few wrestling schools for shits and giggles when he met LC Jackson, who ran the All-Akron Wrestling School in Akron, Ohio. The school was a mild success; becoming the beginning grounds for talents to move onto bigger and better things. Sure Devlin was aware of places like the old WCW Powerplant in its heyday; multiple places like the SoCal School of Grappling Arts, Emerald Academy, Brothers Wrestling School, and Chris Night’s Wrestling School. Devlin was a Cali boy from the Valley. He has gone to Stanford before leaving for Silicon Valley. Founding and selling multiple startups, Devlin was an aggressive professional that longed for something fun. After a chance meeting with LC Jackson during one of his local benefit wrestling shows, Devlin Scott pursued his chance to turn that school into something big.
Scott: Hey. Do you maybe have a minute?
Jackson: You’ve gotta put in an application like everyone else, son.
Scott: No, no.
Jackson: Sorry. No short cuts. This school is not going to cater to some richie frat boy whose parents probably just threw money at him.
A couple of young men standing around LC heard the burn, but tried to hold back from laughing.
Scott: Listen here.
LC turned towards Devlin.
Scott: I am not trying to be a wrestling. Do you see what I am wearing? This is fucking Armani.
LC: And I am fucking LC Jackson. Who gives a shit?
Scott: Let’s try this again.
Devlin holds his hand out to shake LC’s.
Scott: I am Devlin Scott. And I want to buy your wrestling school.
LC pauses, and lets out a huge belly laugh.
LC: You’ve got to be kidding me. Who is punking me? Is it Al? Did Al put you up to this?
Devlin: I am not sure who Al is, but-
LC: AL! Are you hiding you son of a bitch!
Devlin: I assure you, I have no clue who ‘Al’ is.
LC: So what are you trying to pull.
Devlin: Look. Have you ever heard of OmniForce Media?
LC: Nope.
Devlin: Protek Perfect Systems?
LC: Can’t say that I have.
Devlin leans in, and whispers.
Devlin: BangTube?
LC’s face brightens with a smile.
Devlin: Well… I am a founder of all three of those… and then some.
LC: You own-
Devlin: Owned. Sold it. For a pretty sizeable profit too.
LC: So if you are indeed Mr. Money Bags… why the hell would you want to buy my school?
Devlin: Let’s see… American Independent Wrestling Alliance. LC Jackson versus The Haymaker. I can remember that match so vividly. The crowd was so behind you. You should have won the title.
LC: Wow. Impressive.
LC claps, showing Devlin that he is honestly taken back.
Devlin: Why don’t we go out for a nice dinner. Talk business. If you don’t like what I am selling, you walk away with an expensive dinner and no money out of your pocket.
LC: Hmm, what do I have to lose then?
Devlin: Exactly.
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Johnny Fucking Maverick. A thorn in my side since day one. I almost am annoyed at Josh and Ronnie for bringing their mentor to my attention. And yet… he does bring in business for me. You win some. You lose some, I guess.
The thing about this match is… it is a pissing contest. A dick measuring contest. The Johnny Maverick Champion thinks that he has the cajones to kick around the Boss inside of the ring? Like I am some sort of pushover? There is no chance that I would even get into the ring ill prepared. I’ve been doing my own training for a long time now. Just doing it for fun at first, and then realizing how much I enjoy it. It might be a great workout, but it is something I take seriously as well. I can’t say that this won’t be the only time I will ever be inside of the squared circle as a competitor, but I sure as hell will make it a memory for the fans.
I know that so many have taken me for a grab ass boss that allows the roster to run wild. While I do enjoy a bit of chaos, I know when to pull back on the reigns. Just because Maverick thinks that he is the one in control here, does not mean that he is the true puppetmaster. I pull the strings. I made him dance. Dance Johnny. Dance.
Devlin is a bit off of his rocker.
Come Winter Solstice, you will not see me as the Boss. Nor will I be some chump that Maverick can dominate inside of the ring. I am a signed talent and I plan on kicking his ass all over the ring.
So say your prayers. Take your vitamins. And kiss your ass goodbye.
Great Scott. It’s time for the Boss to show why he is… the Boss.
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New Generation Wrestling has anything but a thought in the back of the mind of Tech Billionaire Devlin Scott. A man that only played some collegiate athletics before dropping out his Sophomore year, professional wrestling had alway entertained him from the time he was a child. Watching the Monday Night Wars, Scott grew up in a time where wrestling was cool. Stone Cold and The Rock shirts adorned kids everywhere. And telling someone to suck it was pretty funny. Devlin had checked out a few wrestling schools for shits and giggles when he met LC Jackson, who ran the All-Akron Wrestling School in Akron, Ohio. The school was a mild success; becoming the beginning grounds for talents to move onto bigger and better things. Sure Devlin was aware of places like the old WCW Powerplant in its heyday; multiple places like the SoCal School of Grappling Arts, Emerald Academy, Brothers Wrestling School, and Chris Night’s Wrestling School. Devlin was a Cali boy from the Valley. He has gone to Stanford before leaving for Silicon Valley. Founding and selling multiple startups, Devlin was an aggressive professional that longed for something fun. After a chance meeting with LC Jackson during one of his local benefit wrestling shows, Devlin Scott pursued his chance to turn that school into something big.
Scott: Hey. Do you maybe have a minute?
Jackson: You’ve gotta put in an application like everyone else, son.
Scott: No, no.
Jackson: Sorry. No short cuts. This school is not going to cater to some richie frat boy whose parents probably just threw money at him.
A couple of young men standing around LC heard the burn, but tried to hold back from laughing.
Scott: Listen here.
LC turned towards Devlin.
Scott: I am not trying to be a wrestling. Do you see what I am wearing? This is fucking Armani.
LC: And I am fucking LC Jackson. Who gives a shit?
Scott: Let’s try this again.
Devlin holds his hand out to shake LC’s.
Scott: I am Devlin Scott. And I want to buy your wrestling school.
LC pauses, and lets out a huge belly laugh.
LC: You’ve got to be kidding me. Who is punking me? Is it Al? Did Al put you up to this?
Devlin: I am not sure who Al is, but-
LC: AL! Are you hiding you son of a bitch!
Devlin: I assure you, I have no clue who ‘Al’ is.
LC: So what are you trying to pull.
Devlin: Look. Have you ever heard of OmniForce Media?
LC: Nope.
Devlin: Protek Perfect Systems?
LC: Can’t say that I have.
Devlin leans in, and whispers.
Devlin: BangTube?
LC’s face brightens with a smile.
Devlin: Well… I am a founder of all three of those… and then some.
LC: You own-
Devlin: Owned. Sold it. For a pretty sizeable profit too.
LC: So if you are indeed Mr. Money Bags… why the hell would you want to buy my school?
Devlin: Let’s see… American Independent Wrestling Alliance. LC Jackson versus The Haymaker. I can remember that match so vividly. The crowd was so behind you. You should have won the title.
LC: Wow. Impressive.
LC claps, showing Devlin that he is honestly taken back.
Devlin: Why don’t we go out for a nice dinner. Talk business. If you don’t like what I am selling, you walk away with an expensive dinner and no money out of your pocket.
LC: Hmm, what do I have to lose then?
Devlin: Exactly.
ON CAMERA
Johnny Fucking Maverick. A thorn in my side since day one. I almost am annoyed at Josh and Ronnie for bringing their mentor to my attention. And yet… he does bring in business for me. You win some. You lose some, I guess.
The thing about this match is… it is a pissing contest. A dick measuring contest. The Johnny Maverick Champion thinks that he has the cajones to kick around the Boss inside of the ring? Like I am some sort of pushover? There is no chance that I would even get into the ring ill prepared. I’ve been doing my own training for a long time now. Just doing it for fun at first, and then realizing how much I enjoy it. It might be a great workout, but it is something I take seriously as well. I can’t say that this won’t be the only time I will ever be inside of the squared circle as a competitor, but I sure as hell will make it a memory for the fans.
I know that so many have taken me for a grab ass boss that allows the roster to run wild. While I do enjoy a bit of chaos, I know when to pull back on the reigns. Just because Maverick thinks that he is the one in control here, does not mean that he is the true puppetmaster. I pull the strings. I made him dance. Dance Johnny. Dance.
Devlin is a bit off of his rocker.
Come Winter Solstice, you will not see me as the Boss. Nor will I be some chump that Maverick can dominate inside of the ring. I am a signed talent and I plan on kicking his ass all over the ring.
So say your prayers. Take your vitamins. And kiss your ass goodbye.
Great Scott. It’s time for the Boss to show why he is… the Boss.
