Post by ADudeFromCLE on Jun 4, 2017 17:56:56 GMT
We open up hearing The Pharcyde "Passin' Me By" playing in the background with Will sitting in the driver’s seat of his rental 2017 Cadillac Escalade. He turns the radio down a bit before starting to talk.
"What's good IWF faithful! It's ya boy ya Uncle Will coming to ya live and direct from Chi town. Just sittin here waitin' fo my ginga ta' finish gettin' ready before we head on over to her present for slayin da dragon of IWF. Oh...my bad, spoiler alert I guess if ya one of the few people living unda' rock and missed Night of the Immortals. My girl Shea O'Hara done did the imposable and dethroned that freak Eternity. She went into the Horse Shoe Stadium, in front of over a hundo thousand fans and did what many before her failed to do, went toe to toe with one of the best the IWF has to offer and became the NEW Shield Maiden champion.
Needless to say...I had a good night that night."
He gives a coy smile and wink to the camera sitting on his dashboard.
"Now granted, Night of the Immortals didn’t work out the way I planned for myself, seeing as I do not currently have the Joker In the Pack briefcase one can assume, I didn't win my match. And I didn't. I was close, but close only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades. Dev was the one that was able to, latterly, hang on and grab that contract, and then he even turned it in later that night and became the new Man of Steel champion."
He does a back hand brush off of his shoulder.
"Sall good, congrats to the winner and new champion, and enjoy the brutality that comes with that title, especially seeing as you probably pissed off the God of Steel taking that belt, I personally don't envy you Dev, but hey, good luck to ya.
But, with all that happening, that kinda leaves ya boy here on da outside looking in. Now I know there is talk about me being put into da mix for Dev's newly won Man of Steel championship, and mind you, it's an honor to be talked about like that, only a few singles matches under my belt and people already want to see me in a title picture, that's cool and all but to be honest, the MOS title, aint really my cup of tea know what I'm sayin? I'm a pure wrestler, to my core, this is what I do, this is what I've always wanted to do, and it'll be what I continue to do till I can't walk anymore. And the MOS title, with as much prestige as it brings with it, is not something that showcases my talents to the best of their abilities.
Dat's why I got my sights set on the two other big fish in the ocean. Bob Pooler, or Andrew Jacobsen. Two of the VERY best the IWF has to offer, and the two I'd love to test myself against sometime in the future.
BUT. That's down da road a bit, I can't get ahead of myself and this week.
Oh boy. And dis week? Dis week I got my hands full no doubt about dat.
You see boys and girls, dis week ya Uncle Will has to step into that ring with the returning Dorian Hawkhurst.
Y'all done seen this dude right? Dorian Hawkhurst, the Demon of Sobriety is a six and half foot tall, nearly 300 pound monster of a man. And I've seen dis dude in the weight room, that’s pure power and muscle under that thicc frame of his, he may look like he's a fat out of shape slob, be he couldn’t be further from dat believe you me.
And I'll be honest with y'all, I like Dorian, a lot actually. Dude has his issues and his demons sure, but don’t we all? As someone who struggles with anger management himself, I can appreciate what Dorian is doing with his life, trying to stay clean and keep it on track, and the fact that he fights on the side of the angels and not the devils is probably a good thing for the rest of the IWF roster because if this dude blows, he could take all of us with him.
So I for one Dorain, am glad to see you back with the IWF full time again, and I cannot wait for our match up this week. Sure, I didn't come out of Night of the Immortals with the Joker in the Pack, but I feel like I still had a good showing, earned some new fans, and had one hell of a night celebrating afterword’s, so I'm feeling good Dorian. I got the baddest chick on the roster by my side, new place to live, a new lease on my career, I'm feeling good my friend.
So whatcha say Dorian, let’s go out there, meet each other in the center of the ring, shake hands, blow the roof off the SSE Hydro stadium in Glasgow, Scotland and shows these Scots what American WRESTLERS can do?"
His eyes dart away from the camera towards the building he's waiting in front of as we see Shea come skipping down the stairs.
"Let the best man win partner."
He 2 sweets the camera, hitting the red button the screen to end the recording, he then gets out of the car to meet his girl, giving her a big hug before he goes to the passenger side and opens to the door for her. He then gets in and starts the engine.
Shea: What's this?
She grabs his phone off the dash and looks at the recording.
Will: You did say I needed to be more social on social media so I recorded a little promo for this week’s match to be posted up.
Shea: Oh I can’t wait to watch.
Will: Well ya gunna have to darlin, I's got a suprise for ya today.
He reaches into the back and pulls forward a black hood.
Will: Here put this on.
Shea looks at the hood, then back to Will.
Shea: You know it's slightly offensive to offer a girl a hood to put over her head shortly after she's given herself to him...
Will laughs
Will: Ain't nothin like dat darlin, I just don't want ya ruining da surprise is all.
Shea side eyes him but smiles and puts the hood on.
Shea: I feel like a secret agent.
Will already driving away from the Steel's housing towards the Performance center, he then passes it.
Shea: So we are not going to the PC.
Will: How do you even know where we are?
Shea: Some of us have a thing called a sense of direction, and memory.
Will: Short term memory is a bitch. Ok we are almost here.
Will gets out of the SUV and goes to open her door, he helps her out of the truck and then up the stairs and into the building. They wait for the elevator.
Shea: We almost there? It’s hot under here and I think my makeup is running.
Will: Not like you need it.
Shea: Aww.
They get into the elevator and it takes them to the top floor, he leads her to the door where there is a red ribbon wrapped around it. He takes off her hood and she looks at the door confused.
Shea: What's this?
Will: This darlin, is yours. Your lair, your castle if you will. Every dragon slayer needs their own sanctuary, this...is yours.
Shea: Will...you...are you for real? What did you do?
He smiles and opens the door, Shea steps in taking a look around, she keeps shaking her head.
Shea: This is too much Will.
Will: Aint no thang but a chicken wang.
Shea: That means something completely different where I come from.
Shea continues to look around the empty apartment taking it all in, she darts off to the bedroom, then comes back into the living room a few minutes later.
Shea: Did you see the size of that tub!? I could do laps in it!
Will just stands in the middle of the living room watching her dart around from room to room with a smile on his face.
Will: So...you like it?
Shea: I do but...Will...this, this is a lot. I mean...us moving in together...it's a bit sudden no?
Will shrugs.
Will: We spend all our free time on the road together, and when we are here in the city we are either at my hotel, the PC, or the Steels, you need ya own place darlin, and now you have one. Regardless if you take in this stray or not.
That's when she opens the blinds and see's the outside roof patio and the view of the city. She turns charges at Will, dropping him with a Lou Thesz Press then sits on his chest.
Shea: Is he potty trained?
Will: He's loyal.
Shea: But is he potty trained?
Will: He's loyal.
Shea: Fooking hell....let’s do it.
She leans in and gives him a deep kiss, and that's all your going to get you pervs you want more write your own fan fic. But we will let you know this detail, as Will and Shea christen their new abode Will's phone vibrates with a text message.
"What's good IWF faithful! It's ya boy ya Uncle Will coming to ya live and direct from Chi town. Just sittin here waitin' fo my ginga ta' finish gettin' ready before we head on over to her present for slayin da dragon of IWF. Oh...my bad, spoiler alert I guess if ya one of the few people living unda' rock and missed Night of the Immortals. My girl Shea O'Hara done did the imposable and dethroned that freak Eternity. She went into the Horse Shoe Stadium, in front of over a hundo thousand fans and did what many before her failed to do, went toe to toe with one of the best the IWF has to offer and became the NEW Shield Maiden champion.
Needless to say...I had a good night that night."
He gives a coy smile and wink to the camera sitting on his dashboard.
"Now granted, Night of the Immortals didn’t work out the way I planned for myself, seeing as I do not currently have the Joker In the Pack briefcase one can assume, I didn't win my match. And I didn't. I was close, but close only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades. Dev was the one that was able to, latterly, hang on and grab that contract, and then he even turned it in later that night and became the new Man of Steel champion."
He does a back hand brush off of his shoulder.
"Sall good, congrats to the winner and new champion, and enjoy the brutality that comes with that title, especially seeing as you probably pissed off the God of Steel taking that belt, I personally don't envy you Dev, but hey, good luck to ya.
But, with all that happening, that kinda leaves ya boy here on da outside looking in. Now I know there is talk about me being put into da mix for Dev's newly won Man of Steel championship, and mind you, it's an honor to be talked about like that, only a few singles matches under my belt and people already want to see me in a title picture, that's cool and all but to be honest, the MOS title, aint really my cup of tea know what I'm sayin? I'm a pure wrestler, to my core, this is what I do, this is what I've always wanted to do, and it'll be what I continue to do till I can't walk anymore. And the MOS title, with as much prestige as it brings with it, is not something that showcases my talents to the best of their abilities.
Dat's why I got my sights set on the two other big fish in the ocean. Bob Pooler, or Andrew Jacobsen. Two of the VERY best the IWF has to offer, and the two I'd love to test myself against sometime in the future.
BUT. That's down da road a bit, I can't get ahead of myself and this week.
Oh boy. And dis week? Dis week I got my hands full no doubt about dat.
You see boys and girls, dis week ya Uncle Will has to step into that ring with the returning Dorian Hawkhurst.
Y'all done seen this dude right? Dorian Hawkhurst, the Demon of Sobriety is a six and half foot tall, nearly 300 pound monster of a man. And I've seen dis dude in the weight room, that’s pure power and muscle under that thicc frame of his, he may look like he's a fat out of shape slob, be he couldn’t be further from dat believe you me.
And I'll be honest with y'all, I like Dorian, a lot actually. Dude has his issues and his demons sure, but don’t we all? As someone who struggles with anger management himself, I can appreciate what Dorian is doing with his life, trying to stay clean and keep it on track, and the fact that he fights on the side of the angels and not the devils is probably a good thing for the rest of the IWF roster because if this dude blows, he could take all of us with him.
So I for one Dorain, am glad to see you back with the IWF full time again, and I cannot wait for our match up this week. Sure, I didn't come out of Night of the Immortals with the Joker in the Pack, but I feel like I still had a good showing, earned some new fans, and had one hell of a night celebrating afterword’s, so I'm feeling good Dorian. I got the baddest chick on the roster by my side, new place to live, a new lease on my career, I'm feeling good my friend.
So whatcha say Dorian, let’s go out there, meet each other in the center of the ring, shake hands, blow the roof off the SSE Hydro stadium in Glasgow, Scotland and shows these Scots what American WRESTLERS can do?"
His eyes dart away from the camera towards the building he's waiting in front of as we see Shea come skipping down the stairs.
"Let the best man win partner."
He 2 sweets the camera, hitting the red button the screen to end the recording, he then gets out of the car to meet his girl, giving her a big hug before he goes to the passenger side and opens to the door for her. He then gets in and starts the engine.
Shea: What's this?
She grabs his phone off the dash and looks at the recording.
Will: You did say I needed to be more social on social media so I recorded a little promo for this week’s match to be posted up.
Shea: Oh I can’t wait to watch.
Will: Well ya gunna have to darlin, I's got a suprise for ya today.
He reaches into the back and pulls forward a black hood.
Will: Here put this on.
Shea looks at the hood, then back to Will.
Shea: You know it's slightly offensive to offer a girl a hood to put over her head shortly after she's given herself to him...
Will laughs
Will: Ain't nothin like dat darlin, I just don't want ya ruining da surprise is all.
Shea side eyes him but smiles and puts the hood on.
Shea: I feel like a secret agent.
Will already driving away from the Steel's housing towards the Performance center, he then passes it.
Shea: So we are not going to the PC.
Will: How do you even know where we are?
Shea: Some of us have a thing called a sense of direction, and memory.
Will: Short term memory is a bitch. Ok we are almost here.
Will gets out of the SUV and goes to open her door, he helps her out of the truck and then up the stairs and into the building. They wait for the elevator.
Shea: We almost there? It’s hot under here and I think my makeup is running.
Will: Not like you need it.
Shea: Aww.
They get into the elevator and it takes them to the top floor, he leads her to the door where there is a red ribbon wrapped around it. He takes off her hood and she looks at the door confused.
Shea: What's this?
Will: This darlin, is yours. Your lair, your castle if you will. Every dragon slayer needs their own sanctuary, this...is yours.
Shea: Will...you...are you for real? What did you do?
He smiles and opens the door, Shea steps in taking a look around, she keeps shaking her head.
Shea: This is too much Will.
Will: Aint no thang but a chicken wang.
Shea: That means something completely different where I come from.
Shea continues to look around the empty apartment taking it all in, she darts off to the bedroom, then comes back into the living room a few minutes later.
Shea: Did you see the size of that tub!? I could do laps in it!
Will just stands in the middle of the living room watching her dart around from room to room with a smile on his face.
Will: So...you like it?
Shea: I do but...Will...this, this is a lot. I mean...us moving in together...it's a bit sudden no?
Will shrugs.
Will: We spend all our free time on the road together, and when we are here in the city we are either at my hotel, the PC, or the Steels, you need ya own place darlin, and now you have one. Regardless if you take in this stray or not.
That's when she opens the blinds and see's the outside roof patio and the view of the city. She turns charges at Will, dropping him with a Lou Thesz Press then sits on his chest.
Shea: Is he potty trained?
Will: He's loyal.
Shea: But is he potty trained?
Will: He's loyal.
Shea: Fooking hell....let’s do it.
She leans in and gives him a deep kiss, and that's all your going to get you pervs you want more write your own fan fic. But we will let you know this detail, as Will and Shea christen their new abode Will's phone vibrates with a text message.
Sender: Number Unknown
Message: Pray