Post by Allen Anderson on Jul 24, 2019 2:33:36 GMT -5
OOC: Takes place 30 minutes after this promo: alphaprowrestling.boards.net/thread/431/backstage-massacre
(Allen Anderson was escorted out of MGM by security. He's wearing a black Nike hoodie along with black sweatpants and white Lebron Witness III Nike shoes. Two securitiy guards are holding him by the arms while a third man is wheeling his luggage. Allen is now despondent after his loss at Alpha Showdown and his rampage backstage. As soon as they reached the entrance, the two big guards pushes Allen to the ground with the third guard tossing his luggage onto hip.)
Guard: You're lucky that you're not getting sued! Alpha Pro Wrestling will pay for the damages but you are banned from the MGM Arena for a year! Beating a defenseless old man like that. What kind a fighter does that?
(Allen glares at the guard before getting up and picking up his luggage.)
Allen: I'm not a fighter, I'm a wrestler.
Guard: Same thing, that was pretty pathetic of you! Throwing a temper tantrum and taking your rage out on helpless people just because you lost a match. You should be ashamed of yourself.
Allen: You done lecturing me? Can I go?
(The guard shakes his head before heading back to the MGM arena the other two guards following close behind. As soon as they left, Allen looks up at the bright shining lights of the MGM logo and examines it. As he looks Allen's face was that of sadness and disappointment feeling as though he was a failure and that he'll never achieve his goal of becoming a legendary wrestler. A siren was blaring in the distance and Allen saw an ambulance that is carrying Eddie and the ref: The people Allen did the most harm be taken away to the hospital a pang of guilt hit Allen but he tried to brush it aside still angry that he allegedly got screwed in his debut match. Allen was about to call for a Taxi until his IPhone7 started to ring. Confused, Allen took out his Phone and looked at the display.)
Allen: What the fuck?
(The display reads: Unknown Caller. Allen frowned for a bit before sliding the call button.)
Stranger: Bro is this Allen Anderson: The Future of Wrestling bro?!
(Allen was taken aback, confused yet flattered. The voice has a VERY thick New York accent almost to the point where it may be exaggerated. Taking a deep breath Allen responds.)
Allen: Ummm yeah this is Allen, who are you?
Stranger: I'm a friend bro here to make you an offer bro! I follow your Twitter and watched your hype vid. I was very impressed bro! So much bro that I bought AlphaShowdown bro! It was an epic PPV bro! Way better than the garbage that WWE shits out today bro!
(Allen groans, not wanting to be reminded of his humiliating loss.)
Stranger: THAT is until I saw the main event bro! I swear when I watched you Anderson bro, you were a man among boys bro. That flippy move you did bro it made me mark out bro!
Allen: You mean the Harlem Renaissance? My finisher?
Stranger: Yeah bro! I'm became a mark for you bro! Until that screwy finish where that piece of garbage Jon Jones rolled you up and pin you while grabbing your tights bro! You were robbed bro!
(Allen clenched his fist while nodding.)
Allen: I was screwed.
Stranger: How do you feel now bro?
Allen: I feel lost, I feel that my place in APW is doubt. I never lost this badly in my career, right now I'm thinking: Will I become a jobber in this company?
Stranger: That's why I called you bro! I'm offering you to become my client bro! You see I'm a manager and I promote winners bro! I also make sure that you won't get screwed ever again bro! I'll bring that New York attitude when I'm representing you and I'll give those APW slimeballs a shocking swerve bro! I'm offering you a chance of a lifetime bro! I see great potential in you bro! And I know talent when I see it bro! I have a long track record of success bro and I won't let those assholes at APW drag you down and prevent you from fulfilling your potential bro!
Allen: Wait a minute I don't even know you! Who are you? And why the fuck do you say bro a lot?
Stranger: I don't know what you're talking about bro! But you are right, I'll meet you in person backstage next Monday night bro! We can talk more then. In the meantime, think about my offer bro. Once you my face bro! You'll know that I'm synonymous with success bro!
(Allen looks bemused over the whole thing, he's about to call for a Taxi but the stranger interrupts him.)
Stranger: Don't worry bro! I got a Chauffeur for you!
(A Black Range Rover pulled over in front of Allen. The Chauffeur steps out of it and smiles at Allen.)
Chauffeur: Allen Anderson?
Allen: Yeah that's me.
Chauffeur: Wonderful! Where to sir?
(Allen sighed handing the Chauffeur the luggage and told him his location. He enters the back of the Range Rover and leans on the leather seat taking out his phone and logging in on Twitter.)
(Allen Anderson was escorted out of MGM by security. He's wearing a black Nike hoodie along with black sweatpants and white Lebron Witness III Nike shoes. Two securitiy guards are holding him by the arms while a third man is wheeling his luggage. Allen is now despondent after his loss at Alpha Showdown and his rampage backstage. As soon as they reached the entrance, the two big guards pushes Allen to the ground with the third guard tossing his luggage onto hip.)
Guard: You're lucky that you're not getting sued! Alpha Pro Wrestling will pay for the damages but you are banned from the MGM Arena for a year! Beating a defenseless old man like that. What kind a fighter does that?
(Allen glares at the guard before getting up and picking up his luggage.)
Allen: I'm not a fighter, I'm a wrestler.
Guard: Same thing, that was pretty pathetic of you! Throwing a temper tantrum and taking your rage out on helpless people just because you lost a match. You should be ashamed of yourself.
Allen: You done lecturing me? Can I go?
(The guard shakes his head before heading back to the MGM arena the other two guards following close behind. As soon as they left, Allen looks up at the bright shining lights of the MGM logo and examines it. As he looks Allen's face was that of sadness and disappointment feeling as though he was a failure and that he'll never achieve his goal of becoming a legendary wrestler. A siren was blaring in the distance and Allen saw an ambulance that is carrying Eddie and the ref: The people Allen did the most harm be taken away to the hospital a pang of guilt hit Allen but he tried to brush it aside still angry that he allegedly got screwed in his debut match. Allen was about to call for a Taxi until his IPhone7 started to ring. Confused, Allen took out his Phone and looked at the display.)
Allen: What the fuck?
(The display reads: Unknown Caller. Allen frowned for a bit before sliding the call button.)
Stranger: Bro is this Allen Anderson: The Future of Wrestling bro?!
(Allen was taken aback, confused yet flattered. The voice has a VERY thick New York accent almost to the point where it may be exaggerated. Taking a deep breath Allen responds.)
Allen: Ummm yeah this is Allen, who are you?
Stranger: I'm a friend bro here to make you an offer bro! I follow your Twitter and watched your hype vid. I was very impressed bro! So much bro that I bought AlphaShowdown bro! It was an epic PPV bro! Way better than the garbage that WWE shits out today bro!
(Allen groans, not wanting to be reminded of his humiliating loss.)
Stranger: THAT is until I saw the main event bro! I swear when I watched you Anderson bro, you were a man among boys bro. That flippy move you did bro it made me mark out bro!
Allen: You mean the Harlem Renaissance? My finisher?
Stranger: Yeah bro! I'm became a mark for you bro! Until that screwy finish where that piece of garbage Jon Jones rolled you up and pin you while grabbing your tights bro! You were robbed bro!
(Allen clenched his fist while nodding.)
Allen: I was screwed.
Stranger: How do you feel now bro?
Allen: I feel lost, I feel that my place in APW is doubt. I never lost this badly in my career, right now I'm thinking: Will I become a jobber in this company?
Stranger: That's why I called you bro! I'm offering you to become my client bro! You see I'm a manager and I promote winners bro! I also make sure that you won't get screwed ever again bro! I'll bring that New York attitude when I'm representing you and I'll give those APW slimeballs a shocking swerve bro! I'm offering you a chance of a lifetime bro! I see great potential in you bro! And I know talent when I see it bro! I have a long track record of success bro and I won't let those assholes at APW drag you down and prevent you from fulfilling your potential bro!
Allen: Wait a minute I don't even know you! Who are you? And why the fuck do you say bro a lot?
Stranger: I don't know what you're talking about bro! But you are right, I'll meet you in person backstage next Monday night bro! We can talk more then. In the meantime, think about my offer bro. Once you my face bro! You'll know that I'm synonymous with success bro!
(Allen looks bemused over the whole thing, he's about to call for a Taxi but the stranger interrupts him.)
Stranger: Don't worry bro! I got a Chauffeur for you!
(A Black Range Rover pulled over in front of Allen. The Chauffeur steps out of it and smiles at Allen.)
Chauffeur: Allen Anderson?
Allen: Yeah that's me.
Chauffeur: Wonderful! Where to sir?
(Allen sighed handing the Chauffeur the luggage and told him his location. He enters the back of the Range Rover and leans on the leather seat taking out his phone and logging in on Twitter.)
