Post by soulreaver on Aug 16, 2020 17:55:07 GMT -5
The scene opens up with a shot of Johnny Class. He is talking on his phone.
Class: I am glad that you feel the same way that I do. Mr. Reaver and I would indeed be excellent additions to Action Wrestling. I am sure that your company knows how to treat its stars. Unlike Alpha Pro.
Johnny Class is standing next to a large wooden desk. Behind the desk but listening intently is Soul Reaver. Johnny listens to the voice on the other end of his cell phone.
Class: Send the contract over. I’ll have my attorney look at it and we’ll go from there. Sounds good. Bye.
Johnny ends the call and puts the phone down on his desk.
Class: Reaver I like what Action Wrestling has to offer. We can always negotiate a better dollar amount and they didn’t guarantee a world title shot like some of the others, but they have a big audience. And on top of that, they would know exactly what to do with you-
Johnny’s phone starts buzzing
Class: Ah… XHW. This one is interesting.
Johnny brings the phone up to his ear.
Class: Go for Johnny Class--- I like what I am hearing. A guaranteed title shot? --- I see. It doesn’t have to be in Reaver’s first match. We’re fine waiting as long as we know it’s coming.--- Got it. Now, we’re you able to get us a little more money?
A big smile forms on Johnny’s lips.
Class: It sounds like you guys want Soul Reaver! Send over the contract and I will have my guy look at it!
Johnny exchanges a few pleasantries and then hangs up his phone and drops it on the table. He twirls around to face Soul Reaver.
Class: They’re willing to meet every one of our demands! They even came back with a little more money. They want you bad. Now it’s up to you. You just gotta pick one! And we have to give APW our ultimatum of course. I guess we could do that now.
Reaver shrugs his shoulders and nods his head. Johnny slowly turns around to face the cameras.
Class: Alpha Pro Wrestling. I want you to listen real good to the world that are about to come out of my mouth. You see Soul Reaver and I are fully prepared to walk out that door and never come back. We’ve got offers from 5 or 6 different companies. Soul Reaver is a hot commodity. And APW you seem to be the only ones who don’t see it. You better wise up or else Soul Reaver is going to be the biggest loss this company ever takes. Both figuratively and literally.
Johnny shakes his head and spits on the ground to emphasize his disgust.
Class: You see, last week Soul Reaver should have earned his chance at the North American championship. It was all but a forgone conclusion. But that was ripped away from him when Oblivion ripped us through the ring and stole our chance at becoming North American Championship. And what happened after? Did management send a fruit basket apologizing for this horrendous actions of Oblivion? Nope. Did anyone even reach out and apologize? Absolutely not. Did they do the bare minimum and give us a match with Oblivion this week?
Johnny and Soul Reaver both shake their heads.
Class: Of course not! What did they do? They booked us in a match against some absolute nobody. What’s his name? Tony John? Tommy Dawn? It doesn’t even matter what his name is. The guy is a nobody. I Googled his name and there was absolutely zero results. It didn’t even recommend another search. Is the guy even a wrestler?
Johnny turns to Reaver looking for an answer. Reaver just shrugs his shoulders again.
Class: Look, it doesn’t matter who the guy is. If he shows up on Monday night I hope that APW has him sign a waiver, because I guarantee that he is not walking out of Monday Night Metal. And look, I’m sure Tony Dawn is a good guy. He probably doesn’t deserve the hellacious beating that is heading his way. This is a classic case of wrong place at the wrong time. Reaver is pissed off. I’m pissed off. The only thing that can save Tony Dang on Monday night is if management gives us a title shot or a match with Oblivion, and makes a formal public apology. If they don’t meet those demands then Tony Dang will suffer an unimaginable beating and then Soul Reaver and I will pack our bags and sign with a company that isn’t dog shit. Now, get the hell out of here!
Johnny shoes the camera out the door. He slams it hard and the screen fills with static.
(OOC: I am sorry about this promo being shit. I didn't have as much time as I usually do and didn't want to no show. Nice job, Tony.)
Class: I am glad that you feel the same way that I do. Mr. Reaver and I would indeed be excellent additions to Action Wrestling. I am sure that your company knows how to treat its stars. Unlike Alpha Pro.
Johnny Class is standing next to a large wooden desk. Behind the desk but listening intently is Soul Reaver. Johnny listens to the voice on the other end of his cell phone.
Class: Send the contract over. I’ll have my attorney look at it and we’ll go from there. Sounds good. Bye.
Johnny ends the call and puts the phone down on his desk.
Class: Reaver I like what Action Wrestling has to offer. We can always negotiate a better dollar amount and they didn’t guarantee a world title shot like some of the others, but they have a big audience. And on top of that, they would know exactly what to do with you-
Johnny’s phone starts buzzing
Class: Ah… XHW. This one is interesting.
Johnny brings the phone up to his ear.
Class: Go for Johnny Class--- I like what I am hearing. A guaranteed title shot? --- I see. It doesn’t have to be in Reaver’s first match. We’re fine waiting as long as we know it’s coming.--- Got it. Now, we’re you able to get us a little more money?
A big smile forms on Johnny’s lips.
Class: It sounds like you guys want Soul Reaver! Send over the contract and I will have my guy look at it!
Johnny exchanges a few pleasantries and then hangs up his phone and drops it on the table. He twirls around to face Soul Reaver.
Class: They’re willing to meet every one of our demands! They even came back with a little more money. They want you bad. Now it’s up to you. You just gotta pick one! And we have to give APW our ultimatum of course. I guess we could do that now.
Reaver shrugs his shoulders and nods his head. Johnny slowly turns around to face the cameras.
Class: Alpha Pro Wrestling. I want you to listen real good to the world that are about to come out of my mouth. You see Soul Reaver and I are fully prepared to walk out that door and never come back. We’ve got offers from 5 or 6 different companies. Soul Reaver is a hot commodity. And APW you seem to be the only ones who don’t see it. You better wise up or else Soul Reaver is going to be the biggest loss this company ever takes. Both figuratively and literally.
Johnny shakes his head and spits on the ground to emphasize his disgust.
Class: You see, last week Soul Reaver should have earned his chance at the North American championship. It was all but a forgone conclusion. But that was ripped away from him when Oblivion ripped us through the ring and stole our chance at becoming North American Championship. And what happened after? Did management send a fruit basket apologizing for this horrendous actions of Oblivion? Nope. Did anyone even reach out and apologize? Absolutely not. Did they do the bare minimum and give us a match with Oblivion this week?
Johnny and Soul Reaver both shake their heads.
Class: Of course not! What did they do? They booked us in a match against some absolute nobody. What’s his name? Tony John? Tommy Dawn? It doesn’t even matter what his name is. The guy is a nobody. I Googled his name and there was absolutely zero results. It didn’t even recommend another search. Is the guy even a wrestler?
Johnny turns to Reaver looking for an answer. Reaver just shrugs his shoulders again.
Class: Look, it doesn’t matter who the guy is. If he shows up on Monday night I hope that APW has him sign a waiver, because I guarantee that he is not walking out of Monday Night Metal. And look, I’m sure Tony Dawn is a good guy. He probably doesn’t deserve the hellacious beating that is heading his way. This is a classic case of wrong place at the wrong time. Reaver is pissed off. I’m pissed off. The only thing that can save Tony Dang on Monday night is if management gives us a title shot or a match with Oblivion, and makes a formal public apology. If they don’t meet those demands then Tony Dang will suffer an unimaginable beating and then Soul Reaver and I will pack our bags and sign with a company that isn’t dog shit. Now, get the hell out of here!
Johnny shoes the camera out the door. He slams it hard and the screen fills with static.
(OOC: I am sorry about this promo being shit. I didn't have as much time as I usually do and didn't want to no show. Nice job, Tony.)
