Post by E.W Montgomery on Dec 9, 2020 22:46:17 GMT -6
...Wrigley looks confused at first, but when he realizes that it is none other than E.W Montgomery who is taking the title off of his shoulder. Earl has his back to the camera and as he hoists the title onto his massive shoulder while placing his equally massive right hand onto the shoulder of Wrigley. Wrigley nearly crumbles under the pressure that Earl places onto him. Wrigley winces in pain and backs off, without ever turning towards the camera E.W Montgomery begins to speak.
“Wrigley, remember the deal we made… you only get to hold the title when I’m in the ring. Otherwise, you just keep on handing it over to me when I ask for my title. You’re lucky I like you, if you were any other person who dared to place their hands, let alone breathe upon this title I would have crushed your throat. Be careful how much you ogle this title when I do place it into your hands, she isn’t to be treated like one of the women you pay for.
Are we clear?”
Wrigley, who is still in pain and is rubbing at his shoulder, doesn’t respond with words but instead just nods over to where the figure of E.W is standing. E.W lifts his hand once again causing Wrigley to recoil like a scalded dog, but instead of crushing Wrigley’s shoulder again he just waves towards Wrigley.
“You’re excused now, Wrigley.”
Wrigley adjusts his tie, gives a single look towards E.W and then walks off -- all without saying a word.
“At Darkness Falls I captured my first wrestling championship title in over fifteen years. Fifteen years! The last time I held any form of gold most of the GCWA locker room hadn’t even gone through puberty. The last time I held any form of gold in this business, YouTube wasn’t even a thing. The last time I held any sort of gold… my two little girls were still young enough to have their father tuck them in at night and tell them a bedtime story. You see, time moves forward and opportunities pass you by… life passes you by, and in the pursuit of gold in this business it can go by like that.
So when I tell you that this Television championship title means the world to me, I want you to truly understand that I mean every last damn word of that. And when I tell you that the only way that Enforcer will get this title back is if he can pry it from my cold dead fingers, I want you to understand that I mean every single word.
I will hurt for this title. I will bleed for this title. I will maim others for this title. Make no mistake about it, forever more when someone gets the opportunity to challenge for the GCWA Television title they will be taking a path few will be willing to take. And just what is that path? It’s easy to find me, all you have to do is travel through the roughest of oceans, navigate through the jagged rocks and run through the deadly jungle. You’ll know you’ve gotten there when you see a massive wooden wall constructed that stretches to the ends of the Earth... that’s where I’m at. Knock on that door, and for Kong to show up at the gate.
I promise not to keep you waiting for too long. Kong is always waiting near the gates.”
E.W turns around facing the camera for the first time, his massive hand is wrapped around the plate of the television belt, but the more disturbing image is that the massive Arkansas Razorback has painted his face in black and white to resemble a skull. Sure, his eyes are still crossed but the black circles around them enhance that wild stare of his. Near his mouth the black outlines of jagged teeth overlay that of his handlebar mustache. The white grease paint is even smeared down through his neck and upper chest which leads off to each of his shoulders in a single swipe from two hands.
“It is time to show the world what I am, who I am… I am the eighth wonder of the world, and I am become death the destroyer of worlds. I am wrath incarnate, and I willing to go through any living human being that dares challenge the throne. Fight me and I will promise your life will be shortened, your opportunities will dwindle and you will be the one that loses fifteen years of your career.
Enforcer, you are but the first to have traveled the seas, rocks and wall, you won’t be the last. What I do at Friday Night Inferno will be seen by all. But still… they’ll line up, the dreamers, the showboats, the ones with nothing to lose. I know they will, someone will get the itch to test my promises and dare to step up to my throne.
And all I say is let them come. Let them come and see us.”
From the shadows two female hands emerge across the shoulders of the massive E.W. On the tips of her fingers the white grease paint spreads across the top of his skin until they wipe down the front of his face.
VOICE: “Earl, should we tell them what we have in store?”
There’s a brief glimpse of the redheaded woman’s face before she buries it into the corner of his neck and shoulder. Earl can only but crack a smile from underneath the skull paint as he drives a cigarillo into his mouth.
“Not yet my darling. Not yet.”
The woman’s hands produce a lighter which she holds up to the end of the cigarillo. With a couple of puffs from E.W we fade to black.
“Wrigley, remember the deal we made… you only get to hold the title when I’m in the ring. Otherwise, you just keep on handing it over to me when I ask for my title. You’re lucky I like you, if you were any other person who dared to place their hands, let alone breathe upon this title I would have crushed your throat. Be careful how much you ogle this title when I do place it into your hands, she isn’t to be treated like one of the women you pay for.
Are we clear?”
Wrigley, who is still in pain and is rubbing at his shoulder, doesn’t respond with words but instead just nods over to where the figure of E.W is standing. E.W lifts his hand once again causing Wrigley to recoil like a scalded dog, but instead of crushing Wrigley’s shoulder again he just waves towards Wrigley.
“You’re excused now, Wrigley.”
Wrigley adjusts his tie, gives a single look towards E.W and then walks off -- all without saying a word.
“At Darkness Falls I captured my first wrestling championship title in over fifteen years. Fifteen years! The last time I held any form of gold most of the GCWA locker room hadn’t even gone through puberty. The last time I held any form of gold in this business, YouTube wasn’t even a thing. The last time I held any sort of gold… my two little girls were still young enough to have their father tuck them in at night and tell them a bedtime story. You see, time moves forward and opportunities pass you by… life passes you by, and in the pursuit of gold in this business it can go by like that.
So when I tell you that this Television championship title means the world to me, I want you to truly understand that I mean every last damn word of that. And when I tell you that the only way that Enforcer will get this title back is if he can pry it from my cold dead fingers, I want you to understand that I mean every single word.
I will hurt for this title. I will bleed for this title. I will maim others for this title. Make no mistake about it, forever more when someone gets the opportunity to challenge for the GCWA Television title they will be taking a path few will be willing to take. And just what is that path? It’s easy to find me, all you have to do is travel through the roughest of oceans, navigate through the jagged rocks and run through the deadly jungle. You’ll know you’ve gotten there when you see a massive wooden wall constructed that stretches to the ends of the Earth... that’s where I’m at. Knock on that door, and for Kong to show up at the gate.
I promise not to keep you waiting for too long. Kong is always waiting near the gates.”
E.W turns around facing the camera for the first time, his massive hand is wrapped around the plate of the television belt, but the more disturbing image is that the massive Arkansas Razorback has painted his face in black and white to resemble a skull. Sure, his eyes are still crossed but the black circles around them enhance that wild stare of his. Near his mouth the black outlines of jagged teeth overlay that of his handlebar mustache. The white grease paint is even smeared down through his neck and upper chest which leads off to each of his shoulders in a single swipe from two hands.
“It is time to show the world what I am, who I am… I am the eighth wonder of the world, and I am become death the destroyer of worlds. I am wrath incarnate, and I willing to go through any living human being that dares challenge the throne. Fight me and I will promise your life will be shortened, your opportunities will dwindle and you will be the one that loses fifteen years of your career.
Enforcer, you are but the first to have traveled the seas, rocks and wall, you won’t be the last. What I do at Friday Night Inferno will be seen by all. But still… they’ll line up, the dreamers, the showboats, the ones with nothing to lose. I know they will, someone will get the itch to test my promises and dare to step up to my throne.
And all I say is let them come. Let them come and see us.”
From the shadows two female hands emerge across the shoulders of the massive E.W. On the tips of her fingers the white grease paint spreads across the top of his skin until they wipe down the front of his face.
VOICE: “Earl, should we tell them what we have in store?”
There’s a brief glimpse of the redheaded woman’s face before she buries it into the corner of his neck and shoulder. Earl can only but crack a smile from underneath the skull paint as he drives a cigarillo into his mouth.
“Not yet my darling. Not yet.”
The woman’s hands produce a lighter which she holds up to the end of the cigarillo. With a couple of puffs from E.W we fade to black.