Post by John Henry Holliday on Nov 23, 2014 23:52:53 GMT
The scene opened up t John Henry Holliday puffing on a cigar in his office. John's brother Wyatt had come into the office and sat down across from John. He to was puffing away on a cigar. The two Holliday brother sat there for a moment as they smoked. John's brother Wyatt was a wealthy man as well, but he followed in their father's foot steps and became a politician. John had thought of going the route when he was younger but he felt like it wasn't for him. So he went into business and looked where it got him. He was one rich guy. John ashed his cigar in the ashtray.
"So Wyatt how's the whole being a politician? I don't really keep up with all of that. I am a busy man after all."
"I'd have to say it's going pretty damn well. I'll be running for governor of Texas next year, After my run with that. I plan on moving to U.S. Senate. Then who knows? We may have a Holliday in the White House."
"Look who has the big dreams. Hell I may not be cut out of Politics but you sure are. I don't see any reason why ya can't get into the White House. Ya are a Holliday after all. We're born winners. It's in the blood."
The two brothers laughed.
"You're damn right John. Now, I heard you got into wrestling. Is that true?"
"Yes sir it is."
"Really? Why did ya get into wrestling? You're set for life."
"I enjoy it and plus. Who the Hell said that rich people can't wrestle? That's all my opponents have been saying. I was born with talent. If I want to wrestle, then I'll fuckin' wrestle. Our grand daddy was in the wrestling business why can't I?"l sa
"I see you're point and it's a damn good one. I have faith you'll go far. I mean all ya have to do is look this office. Haha, but I should get on my way. I have to work on a speech and all that crap."
"Alright Wyatt. You take care ya hear?"
"And ya win your next match. Do ya hear?"
John's brother laughed as he made his way out of the office. John just shook his head and chuckled before going back to his cigar.
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"Hello there Nighthawk. It seems that you're my next opponent and son I have to say you got the short end of the stick. I saw your little promo and I have to say it just tugged at my heart strings. Okay, It really didn't. Let's face it. Sure you're a little guy and I'm sure ya can hit pretty well but it doesn't change the fact that I'm better then you in every way. I'm bigger, I'm much badder and kicking your ass will be easier then takin' candy from a baby. Do ya know what that means? It's simple. A baby is tougher then your ass. I don't give two shits about what your reasoning is. Ya see son, in the end it's about you and what you can do. You're so focus on wrestling for ya daddy that it's going back fire on ya. See ya had a hard time getting into this business while I didn't. Do ya know why? I was smart and got my shit in order first. Being a wrestler has always been my dream. I just had to get rich first. "
"So ya can sit there and tell me that money doesn't make you a better person and all that bull, but in the end it does make me a better and a Hell of a lot smarter of a person. You'll come to see at the Pay Per View. I'll take that head right off your shoulders and send ya packing back to Japan so ya can let your master beat ya down. Which I don't understand why you'd let that happen? I let no one tell me what to do and I sure as Hell wouldn't let some fool beat me with a stick telling me to quit. What ya should have done is take his toy and shoved it right up his ass. It just shows I guess that some people, like ya Nighthawk are just meant to be walked all over, and that son, is what I'm going to do to ya. I know you're used to beatings, but get ready for THE worst beating of your life. I'll see ya in the ring Nighthawk. Which I have to say is one of the lamest names I've ever heard of. You're going to need all the luck in the world just to have a chance to beat me. Anyways, I must be going. I have stuff to do. See ya Sunday, don't be late for ya beat down."
"So Wyatt how's the whole being a politician? I don't really keep up with all of that. I am a busy man after all."
"I'd have to say it's going pretty damn well. I'll be running for governor of Texas next year, After my run with that. I plan on moving to U.S. Senate. Then who knows? We may have a Holliday in the White House."
"Look who has the big dreams. Hell I may not be cut out of Politics but you sure are. I don't see any reason why ya can't get into the White House. Ya are a Holliday after all. We're born winners. It's in the blood."
The two brothers laughed.
"You're damn right John. Now, I heard you got into wrestling. Is that true?"
"Yes sir it is."
"Really? Why did ya get into wrestling? You're set for life."
"I enjoy it and plus. Who the Hell said that rich people can't wrestle? That's all my opponents have been saying. I was born with talent. If I want to wrestle, then I'll fuckin' wrestle. Our grand daddy was in the wrestling business why can't I?"l sa
"I see you're point and it's a damn good one. I have faith you'll go far. I mean all ya have to do is look this office. Haha, but I should get on my way. I have to work on a speech and all that crap."
"Alright Wyatt. You take care ya hear?"
"And ya win your next match. Do ya hear?"
John's brother laughed as he made his way out of the office. John just shook his head and chuckled before going back to his cigar.
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"Hello there Nighthawk. It seems that you're my next opponent and son I have to say you got the short end of the stick. I saw your little promo and I have to say it just tugged at my heart strings. Okay, It really didn't. Let's face it. Sure you're a little guy and I'm sure ya can hit pretty well but it doesn't change the fact that I'm better then you in every way. I'm bigger, I'm much badder and kicking your ass will be easier then takin' candy from a baby. Do ya know what that means? It's simple. A baby is tougher then your ass. I don't give two shits about what your reasoning is. Ya see son, in the end it's about you and what you can do. You're so focus on wrestling for ya daddy that it's going back fire on ya. See ya had a hard time getting into this business while I didn't. Do ya know why? I was smart and got my shit in order first. Being a wrestler has always been my dream. I just had to get rich first. "
"So ya can sit there and tell me that money doesn't make you a better person and all that bull, but in the end it does make me a better and a Hell of a lot smarter of a person. You'll come to see at the Pay Per View. I'll take that head right off your shoulders and send ya packing back to Japan so ya can let your master beat ya down. Which I don't understand why you'd let that happen? I let no one tell me what to do and I sure as Hell wouldn't let some fool beat me with a stick telling me to quit. What ya should have done is take his toy and shoved it right up his ass. It just shows I guess that some people, like ya Nighthawk are just meant to be walked all over, and that son, is what I'm going to do to ya. I know you're used to beatings, but get ready for THE worst beating of your life. I'll see ya in the ring Nighthawk. Which I have to say is one of the lamest names I've ever heard of. You're going to need all the luck in the world just to have a chance to beat me. Anyways, I must be going. I have stuff to do. See ya Sunday, don't be late for ya beat down."
Well howdy there pardner.