Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2016 21:39:18 GMT
{We find ourselves backstage, where Johnny Gillmen is seen packing up his gear before making his exit by way of taxicab. Wearing dark blue jeans, white tennis shoes, and a white polo shirt, he turns around to face the camera to give his response to Laura Rowlett and Zasshu's comments earlier in the program.}
Johnny Gillmen: Ya know somethin', I heard every single word that Missy Laura had to say about me, and I wish that I only could respond with the words "nice try" and be on my way.
{Placing his green duffel bag on his shoulder, the Islander alum strolls out of the suite and down the hallway toward the arena's parking garage, the cameraman following him with every step.}
Johnny Gillmen: But I can't--'cause I'd rather spell things out instead of simply leavin' things unsaid. With that in my mind...first off Z and L'il Miss Laura, I ain't one to pull a self-lube job here--that's Johnnyspeak for braggin'--but did ya not see what I did to Brock tonight? Even though I saw some good things from the man, he let his passion for the gig get the best of him. The result? Tap-tap-tap, Wipeout City! There's a reason why I made him cry "uncle" in the middle of that ring--it's 'cause I've been trained by the very man you scorned, a man who took me under his wing when NOBODY else would.
{Johnny continues walking toward the garage, checking the time on his new iPhone 6S.}
Johnny Gillmen: Second...I've traveled the world myself--been to Japan, Mexico, Australia...just name the place, and I can tell ya all sorts of stories of the times I shared with one Jack Gaither. In fact, I got my start in the wrestlin' business workin' backstage as a columnist and substitute commentator, so when it all boils down to it, I have a UNIQUE perspective when it comes to knowin' what goes on in and out of a ring. And when I look at you Z...all I see is a man who's afraid of usin' his own voice, a man who hides behind some ugly-lookin' Ginger Spice-wannabe 'cuz ya know nothin' about defeat, ya don't know what it's like when things don't go your way...
{The Islander alum makes his way into the parking area, where a waiting taxicab is there to pick him up. The black-uniformed driver politely collects his bag before opening up the left-rear passenger door, but before hops into the car, Johnny turns his head to the camera.}
Johnny Gillmen: Thing is, you and Laura don't know me very well. For six years, I've set upon the path to forge my own legacy in the gig, tryin' my absolute darndest to get outta Jack Gaither's shadow and earn respect for myself. My whole beepin' life...I've had people just like you, L'il Miss Laura, tell me to "know my place" in this world just for the simple reason that I ain't got but one good eye. So who am I again, y'all might ask? I'm a dreamer, a rock for people to lean on when they need a l'il magic in their lives...and a man who EARNED his spot in the Imperial Wrestling Federation. See y'all soon...and keep on dreamin'.
{Johnny pulls himself into the back of the cab as the driver closes the door for him before speeding off into the night.}
Johnny Gillmen: Ya know somethin', I heard every single word that Missy Laura had to say about me, and I wish that I only could respond with the words "nice try" and be on my way.
{Placing his green duffel bag on his shoulder, the Islander alum strolls out of the suite and down the hallway toward the arena's parking garage, the cameraman following him with every step.}
Johnny Gillmen: But I can't--'cause I'd rather spell things out instead of simply leavin' things unsaid. With that in my mind...first off Z and L'il Miss Laura, I ain't one to pull a self-lube job here--that's Johnnyspeak for braggin'--but did ya not see what I did to Brock tonight? Even though I saw some good things from the man, he let his passion for the gig get the best of him. The result? Tap-tap-tap, Wipeout City! There's a reason why I made him cry "uncle" in the middle of that ring--it's 'cause I've been trained by the very man you scorned, a man who took me under his wing when NOBODY else would.
{Johnny continues walking toward the garage, checking the time on his new iPhone 6S.}
Johnny Gillmen: Second...I've traveled the world myself--been to Japan, Mexico, Australia...just name the place, and I can tell ya all sorts of stories of the times I shared with one Jack Gaither. In fact, I got my start in the wrestlin' business workin' backstage as a columnist and substitute commentator, so when it all boils down to it, I have a UNIQUE perspective when it comes to knowin' what goes on in and out of a ring. And when I look at you Z...all I see is a man who's afraid of usin' his own voice, a man who hides behind some ugly-lookin' Ginger Spice-wannabe 'cuz ya know nothin' about defeat, ya don't know what it's like when things don't go your way...
{The Islander alum makes his way into the parking area, where a waiting taxicab is there to pick him up. The black-uniformed driver politely collects his bag before opening up the left-rear passenger door, but before hops into the car, Johnny turns his head to the camera.}
Johnny Gillmen: Thing is, you and Laura don't know me very well. For six years, I've set upon the path to forge my own legacy in the gig, tryin' my absolute darndest to get outta Jack Gaither's shadow and earn respect for myself. My whole beepin' life...I've had people just like you, L'il Miss Laura, tell me to "know my place" in this world just for the simple reason that I ain't got but one good eye. So who am I again, y'all might ask? I'm a dreamer, a rock for people to lean on when they need a l'il magic in their lives...and a man who EARNED his spot in the Imperial Wrestling Federation. See y'all soon...and keep on dreamin'.
{Johnny pulls himself into the back of the cab as the driver closes the door for him before speeding off into the night.}