Post by Almir Sayed on Mar 4, 2020 0:49:59 GMT
We find our heroes somewhere we do not often see them, the in home gymnasium of one, Almir Sayed. The gymnasium is of the highest quality, as you would expect from Almir Sayed. He has all the latest machines and equipment, he clearly spared no expense.
”Explain it to me again.” Almir says to his friend, Haseem, who is currently steadying the heavy bag for Almir.
”Thirty man over the top rope battle royal.” Haseem winces as the jab/cross combos come in white hot. ”Two men start and every minute and a half or so another man joins them until only one remains.”
Almir suddenly stops. ”And the winner gets a world title shot?” Almir asks with a raised eyebrow.
”Yes-” Haseem says excitedly. ”And a guaranteed main event match at Night of the Immortals!” Haseem exclaims with a bit of joy.
”I-” Almir pauses as he lightly waves his gloved hand in a circle. ”I do not understand why I have to lower myself to level of the assorted Bloombergs and Warrens when I am the head and shoulders above obvious challenger for the World title.” Almir says with a certain level of disdain. ”It is clear as day I am the Sanders of this contest and allowing the low level ‘candidates’ is simply IWF’s way of denying me what is rightfully mine.” He speaks now with a smirk.
”I agree.” Haseem says as Almir moves to a nearby top of the line water purifier. ”However, these are the rules we are faced with and much like the honorable Mr. Sanders we must overcome the adversity laid before us.” Haseem says as Almir pours himself a large glass of the purest water on the face of the planet.
”I understand the sentiment-” Almir says with a pause. ”Mr. Verona is obligated to keep up the visage of impartiality but-” Almir takes a long, refreshing gulp. ”Let’s be honest, Haseem, men like Wallace or Abraxes or the love sick and overall sickening Warren Kane do not belong anywhere near the IWF World Championship.” Almir says as he refills his glass, making sure to keep hydrating in the weeks leading up to his conquest.
”Of course not!” Haseem quickly agrees. ”Why it would be an absolute abortion of justice to put any of the men on this roster ahead of you!” Haseem says as he too approaches the water purifier only to find no spare glass for himself. ”It’s bad enough we find ourselves represented by a sure sexual harassment law suit waiting to happen.”
Almir laughs at the clever dig at the current World Champion. ”It’s amazing this how this company went from being represented by a deplorable and his clearly closeted homosexual friend to a degenerate drunk.” Almir scoffs. ”What’s next?” Almir asks as he turns back to Haseem. ”A pedophile priest? A full fledged Nazi? Or just the most boring man to ever live dressed in a Hawaian shirt?” Almir chuckles to himself.
”To be clear-” Haseem says as he dead pans the camera that films their conversations. ”There is nothing wrong with James Gilmore being a homosexual.”
Almir turns quickly to the camera as well. ”Nothing at all! We are fully prepared to accept him for who he is. We are, afterall-” Almir daydreams for a moment. ”From the most tolerant and loving city in the entirety of the world.” Both men place their hands over their hearts and bow their heads. ”San Francisco.”
Haseem kisses his forefingers and points them to the sky. ”I long for the day we can bring the IWF World Championship home as conquering heroes.”
Almir nods his head in agreement. ”Soon, my friend.” Almir says as he places his right hand on Haseem’s shoulder. ”Just as soon as I dispatch of the less than desirable competition.” Almir says with a grin. ”I have been denied my destiny atop the IWF mountain for too long now! I am the Chosen One! The one the great and powerful Eddie D. himself selected to lead this company into the new decade!” Almir proclaims.
”Yes!” Haseem agrees with his friend with excitement. ”You have been wrongfully held down for too many months, my friend!”
Almir nods his head with confidence. ”I will enter this Roulette self assured in my victory and I will eliminate all of the competition one at a time.” Almir turns to acknowledge the camera for the second time. ”And then I will ascend to my rightful place in the main event of the biggest show of the year and vanquish the most disgusting man this side of the Potomac, Steve Awesome.” Almir spits with disgust at the floor, a servant immediately rushes in to clean it up.
”The Roulette is yours.” Haseem says to his friend who agrees.
”And no one elses.” Almir turns back to his training equipment. ”Now, let’s further prepare my pristine body for my moment of absolute victory!” Almir says as he once more takes up sparring with the heavy bag. Victory all but his already.
Fin
”Explain it to me again.” Almir says to his friend, Haseem, who is currently steadying the heavy bag for Almir.
”Thirty man over the top rope battle royal.” Haseem winces as the jab/cross combos come in white hot. ”Two men start and every minute and a half or so another man joins them until only one remains.”
Almir suddenly stops. ”And the winner gets a world title shot?” Almir asks with a raised eyebrow.
”Yes-” Haseem says excitedly. ”And a guaranteed main event match at Night of the Immortals!” Haseem exclaims with a bit of joy.
”I-” Almir pauses as he lightly waves his gloved hand in a circle. ”I do not understand why I have to lower myself to level of the assorted Bloombergs and Warrens when I am the head and shoulders above obvious challenger for the World title.” Almir says with a certain level of disdain. ”It is clear as day I am the Sanders of this contest and allowing the low level ‘candidates’ is simply IWF’s way of denying me what is rightfully mine.” He speaks now with a smirk.
”I agree.” Haseem says as Almir moves to a nearby top of the line water purifier. ”However, these are the rules we are faced with and much like the honorable Mr. Sanders we must overcome the adversity laid before us.” Haseem says as Almir pours himself a large glass of the purest water on the face of the planet.
”I understand the sentiment-” Almir says with a pause. ”Mr. Verona is obligated to keep up the visage of impartiality but-” Almir takes a long, refreshing gulp. ”Let’s be honest, Haseem, men like Wallace or Abraxes or the love sick and overall sickening Warren Kane do not belong anywhere near the IWF World Championship.” Almir says as he refills his glass, making sure to keep hydrating in the weeks leading up to his conquest.
”Of course not!” Haseem quickly agrees. ”Why it would be an absolute abortion of justice to put any of the men on this roster ahead of you!” Haseem says as he too approaches the water purifier only to find no spare glass for himself. ”It’s bad enough we find ourselves represented by a sure sexual harassment law suit waiting to happen.”
Almir laughs at the clever dig at the current World Champion. ”It’s amazing this how this company went from being represented by a deplorable and his clearly closeted homosexual friend to a degenerate drunk.” Almir scoffs. ”What’s next?” Almir asks as he turns back to Haseem. ”A pedophile priest? A full fledged Nazi? Or just the most boring man to ever live dressed in a Hawaian shirt?” Almir chuckles to himself.
”To be clear-” Haseem says as he dead pans the camera that films their conversations. ”There is nothing wrong with James Gilmore being a homosexual.”
Almir turns quickly to the camera as well. ”Nothing at all! We are fully prepared to accept him for who he is. We are, afterall-” Almir daydreams for a moment. ”From the most tolerant and loving city in the entirety of the world.” Both men place their hands over their hearts and bow their heads. ”San Francisco.”
Haseem kisses his forefingers and points them to the sky. ”I long for the day we can bring the IWF World Championship home as conquering heroes.”
Almir nods his head in agreement. ”Soon, my friend.” Almir says as he places his right hand on Haseem’s shoulder. ”Just as soon as I dispatch of the less than desirable competition.” Almir says with a grin. ”I have been denied my destiny atop the IWF mountain for too long now! I am the Chosen One! The one the great and powerful Eddie D. himself selected to lead this company into the new decade!” Almir proclaims.
”Yes!” Haseem agrees with his friend with excitement. ”You have been wrongfully held down for too many months, my friend!”
Almir nods his head with confidence. ”I will enter this Roulette self assured in my victory and I will eliminate all of the competition one at a time.” Almir turns to acknowledge the camera for the second time. ”And then I will ascend to my rightful place in the main event of the biggest show of the year and vanquish the most disgusting man this side of the Potomac, Steve Awesome.” Almir spits with disgust at the floor, a servant immediately rushes in to clean it up.
”The Roulette is yours.” Haseem says to his friend who agrees.
”And no one elses.” Almir turns back to his training equipment. ”Now, let’s further prepare my pristine body for my moment of absolute victory!” Almir says as he once more takes up sparring with the heavy bag. Victory all but his already.
Fin
Well howdy there pardner.