Post by fawn on Dec 8, 2008 20:43:40 GMT -6
Andrew is in a conference room at the hotel in Texas. The look on his face is of disgust.
So a few days ago I’m sitting on the balcony, or best yet standing, on the balcony outside my hotel room to let this company know that I refuse to be in the flavor of the week match known as the …
Andrew changes his voice to sound happy
First Blood Battle Royal!
Andrew rolls his eyes after he says it.
Yeah, someone refusing to be in a booked match for a contender opportunity. So today as I’m leaving the hotel some idiot ask if I’m Andrew Smith. I say yes because I think a fan wants my autograph and guess what happens. The guy serves me!
Andrew holds up the paper and keeps it up as he talks.
Seems SOMEONE doesn’t like it when a “contracted employee” conducts a “breach of contract.” Needless to say I was NOT happy. I thought Heath was a better man but the truth comes out! Now I could have gone to fine said person and made him realize I was serious about my word. But instead I decided to do the next best thing; file a countersuit.
Andrew puts the paper down.
As I’m calling my attorney I get this epiphany. Maybe this isn’t selling myself out for a title shot. Maybe, just maybe, this is how I get my revenge on a company and those who sinned against me by turning sell-out quicker than Metallica. I actually found myself giggling like a kid when ideas popped into my head on how to bust someone open.
I mean look at the competition in this match! Viper’s going to be trying to fight off Stank, Candy, Cerise, and DevilDog. Then once they realize what the match is really for, well, greed is going to kick in and they will be tearing into each other just to say “I’m facing the Von Erich Memorial Champion” where they will all later hug and make up with each other, crying saying how sorry they are.
Andrew fakes some tears and a broken voice.
“I’m sorry I did that to you but it was for the title!” “Oh we forgive you because you have the title and that’s as close as we’re going to get to it.”
Andrew shakes his head as he comes back from the acting bit.
Jack Clinton and Johnny Roxie will want it more than anyone. Maybe they will knock each other out or get eliminated by Rick Roll, who will get some British bubblegum pop song for the 80’s stuck in his head. That will make him lose his focus and be taken out by Hannah. Then as she stands in the ring blood free she’ll freak out because Emo Kid is turned off by the fact she never shed blood.
Andrew throws his hands up in the air.
Who exactly knows how it will turn out but if you look at the card it’s nothing but a flavor of the week match. I don’t care who gets busted open. I don’t care who exactly gets the title shot because I refuse to sacrifice MY beliefs and ideas for a fourteen pound gold belt. Heath I will be at this show but it will be under my rules and my ideas, got it?
Andrew’s phone suddenly rings. He answers it.
Hey I’m kind of bus…really. Hmm sounds good. Okay let’s get this plan into motion and make all these people regret it.
Andrew walks off as the scene ends.
So a few days ago I’m sitting on the balcony, or best yet standing, on the balcony outside my hotel room to let this company know that I refuse to be in the flavor of the week match known as the …
Andrew changes his voice to sound happy
First Blood Battle Royal!
Andrew rolls his eyes after he says it.
Yeah, someone refusing to be in a booked match for a contender opportunity. So today as I’m leaving the hotel some idiot ask if I’m Andrew Smith. I say yes because I think a fan wants my autograph and guess what happens. The guy serves me!
Andrew holds up the paper and keeps it up as he talks.
Seems SOMEONE doesn’t like it when a “contracted employee” conducts a “breach of contract.” Needless to say I was NOT happy. I thought Heath was a better man but the truth comes out! Now I could have gone to fine said person and made him realize I was serious about my word. But instead I decided to do the next best thing; file a countersuit.
Andrew puts the paper down.
As I’m calling my attorney I get this epiphany. Maybe this isn’t selling myself out for a title shot. Maybe, just maybe, this is how I get my revenge on a company and those who sinned against me by turning sell-out quicker than Metallica. I actually found myself giggling like a kid when ideas popped into my head on how to bust someone open.
I mean look at the competition in this match! Viper’s going to be trying to fight off Stank, Candy, Cerise, and DevilDog. Then once they realize what the match is really for, well, greed is going to kick in and they will be tearing into each other just to say “I’m facing the Von Erich Memorial Champion” where they will all later hug and make up with each other, crying saying how sorry they are.
Andrew fakes some tears and a broken voice.
“I’m sorry I did that to you but it was for the title!” “Oh we forgive you because you have the title and that’s as close as we’re going to get to it.”
Andrew shakes his head as he comes back from the acting bit.
Jack Clinton and Johnny Roxie will want it more than anyone. Maybe they will knock each other out or get eliminated by Rick Roll, who will get some British bubblegum pop song for the 80’s stuck in his head. That will make him lose his focus and be taken out by Hannah. Then as she stands in the ring blood free she’ll freak out because Emo Kid is turned off by the fact she never shed blood.
Andrew throws his hands up in the air.
Who exactly knows how it will turn out but if you look at the card it’s nothing but a flavor of the week match. I don’t care who gets busted open. I don’t care who exactly gets the title shot because I refuse to sacrifice MY beliefs and ideas for a fourteen pound gold belt. Heath I will be at this show but it will be under my rules and my ideas, got it?
Andrew’s phone suddenly rings. He answers it.
Hey I’m kind of bus…really. Hmm sounds good. Okay let’s get this plan into motion and make all these people regret it.
Andrew walks off as the scene ends.