It's not personal, it's just business...
Oct 13, 2019 21:06:14 GMT -5
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Post by zionsimmons on Oct 13, 2019 21:06:14 GMT -5
"Well you tell this Torture guy that I'm not looking to do business with any other wrestling companies!"
We abruptly appear in front of Zion Simmons riding in the back of a Hybrid limousine. He wears his typical black windbreaker with his black newsboy hat and he ends his call after yelling into it.
"Blood pressure is skyrocketing… I guess this is the point where my opponent this week would tell me to chill and do yoga or something… But do you know how I really get my rocks off?"
Zion pulls out his phone and hops on Amazon, he swipes along and lands on a pallet of Cristal.
"Just gonna send this right over to Jay Z, because why not, right? I'm sure he's over that racist stuff by now…"
Zion finishes up with his phone and puts it back in his pocket, before making eye contact with the Godlike camera.
"Guru Wesley, I see you're a man of many hats in this world we call professional wrestling. Being some low level knobrobber over in Action Wrestling, playing the Stooge to the powers that be, carrying a tag partner who's probably one toke away from being completely brain dead, to stepping foot in Alpha Pro Wrestling as if none of that matters to you… But you see, I'm a man with plenty of reach and I know you more than you could ever be aware. You floundered for a loooong time in Action Wrestling didn't you? You were overlooked and the authority figured kept bringing in talent to continue pushing you down the totem pole. You had aspirations to be a true contender and you wanted to be a poster child for the wrestler dream. You wanted people to see you had heart and spirit and everything else that'd get you to the big dance. Be it Hollywood's best, or Gods of a certain age, or Culturally Inadequate nobodies… The Dream wasn't going to be noticed amongst the plethora of talent that was flooding in, even after winning the AW tag titles. People still don't take you seriously and that's why you crossed over, hoping to get another chance to make a name for yourself in a positive light… But here I am dragging you through the mud, as if you had assets that I wanted to acquire in the business world. I'm a shark and sharks have to eat. I don't care if you're the biggest, fattest whale in the ocean or just a floundering guppy. I will not take pity on anyone. I came into this company buying up anything and everything i can, just because it was a goddamn Tuesday. Guru Wesley, you're lucky enough to rub two nickels together to buy whatever gets you to that 'Nirvana' state."
Zion mockingly acts like he's taking a hit from his pinched together fingers.
"You're so beneath me and no matter how hard you puff your chest out, declaring your dreams came true and you're a champion of another company… So what, I bought the entire tag division in Alpha Pro Wrestling and I bought the maddest titans this industry has ever seen, in Jubei Masuda. He left some serious shoes to fill and quite frankly, Smith Jones isn't going to cut it."
A smirk crosses Zion's face for a second.
"Honestly, no one stands a chance at carrying this company like I do, I mean come on, I run an extremely successful DotCom, what do you have? A yoga mat, a Grateful Dead vinyl you play on repeat, and enough weed to floor Willie Nelson? It's not hard to say, that I'm better than you and I know of 8 figures why. You're a scrub and something as close to a bum as I have ever seen…"
Zion slowly looks to his right noticing Ralph "The Human Vomit" Grosse sitting alone on a stoop.
"Ugh, they make me sick too… It's guys like this and like Guru Wesley that gives the wrestling industry a bad image. It makes people believe no matter how much of a lowlife they are, that they can make it in this business. A business designed for the most skilled and talented… My mind and agility cannot be matched, what can Guru say he brings? Pot brownies and a Pot smoking Mermaid?"
Zion shakes his head and returns his gaze to the Godlike camera.
"Don't worry, Wesley you're going to show up, I have no doubt about that, because you're one of those check to check type people. You NEED this job so you can continue to be one with your inner peace. You NEED this job because no matter how you look in the mirror, you'll never see a clear image through your blood shot eyes. This time I won't even grant a 'DREAM' for ONE lucky fan, because I'm going to take great pleasure in disrupting your peace. I'm going to take great joy in sending your ass back to Action Wrestling where you can continue to play the ass of the joke. You are a tag champion in a division that is made up of Hollywood fakes, dinosaurs of another era, pot heads, and monsters who couldn't scare an impressionable gullible child."
Zion snickers at the thought.
"This whole ordeal isn't personal, it's just business and business is what I do BEST. Jubei didn't have a choice, The Canadian Coalition didn't have a choice, and sorry to say it, Guru Wesley, you don't have a choice either. I came into this company like a corporate shark and I'm HUNGRY enough to TAKE IT ALL. The World title is only the beginning and it all starts with shutting down some pot head yogi? Seriously? You're the one standing between me and victory? That is literally the last place anyone wants to be, just ask Billy Mays… Oh wait…"
Zion smirks and winks at the camera.
"Smoke all you can and find that perfect circle that you're after, because once I'm done with you, you're going to wish I granted you a DREAM instead of a BUZZKILLING TASTE OF DEFEAT!"
Zion calms himself for a minute before continuing.
"Guru Wesley, as I said before… This isn't personal, it's just business and sadly for you I'm just better at it than you…"
Zion winks at the camera and flashes a smile.
"See you at Metal, Wesley and I'll be ready to see your chances at the World title go up in SMOKE."
The godlike camera fades out to black.
We abruptly appear in front of Zion Simmons riding in the back of a Hybrid limousine. He wears his typical black windbreaker with his black newsboy hat and he ends his call after yelling into it.
"Blood pressure is skyrocketing… I guess this is the point where my opponent this week would tell me to chill and do yoga or something… But do you know how I really get my rocks off?"
Zion pulls out his phone and hops on Amazon, he swipes along and lands on a pallet of Cristal.
"Just gonna send this right over to Jay Z, because why not, right? I'm sure he's over that racist stuff by now…"
Zion finishes up with his phone and puts it back in his pocket, before making eye contact with the Godlike camera.
"Guru Wesley, I see you're a man of many hats in this world we call professional wrestling. Being some low level knobrobber over in Action Wrestling, playing the Stooge to the powers that be, carrying a tag partner who's probably one toke away from being completely brain dead, to stepping foot in Alpha Pro Wrestling as if none of that matters to you… But you see, I'm a man with plenty of reach and I know you more than you could ever be aware. You floundered for a loooong time in Action Wrestling didn't you? You were overlooked and the authority figured kept bringing in talent to continue pushing you down the totem pole. You had aspirations to be a true contender and you wanted to be a poster child for the wrestler dream. You wanted people to see you had heart and spirit and everything else that'd get you to the big dance. Be it Hollywood's best, or Gods of a certain age, or Culturally Inadequate nobodies… The Dream wasn't going to be noticed amongst the plethora of talent that was flooding in, even after winning the AW tag titles. People still don't take you seriously and that's why you crossed over, hoping to get another chance to make a name for yourself in a positive light… But here I am dragging you through the mud, as if you had assets that I wanted to acquire in the business world. I'm a shark and sharks have to eat. I don't care if you're the biggest, fattest whale in the ocean or just a floundering guppy. I will not take pity on anyone. I came into this company buying up anything and everything i can, just because it was a goddamn Tuesday. Guru Wesley, you're lucky enough to rub two nickels together to buy whatever gets you to that 'Nirvana' state."
Zion mockingly acts like he's taking a hit from his pinched together fingers.
"You're so beneath me and no matter how hard you puff your chest out, declaring your dreams came true and you're a champion of another company… So what, I bought the entire tag division in Alpha Pro Wrestling and I bought the maddest titans this industry has ever seen, in Jubei Masuda. He left some serious shoes to fill and quite frankly, Smith Jones isn't going to cut it."
A smirk crosses Zion's face for a second.
"Honestly, no one stands a chance at carrying this company like I do, I mean come on, I run an extremely successful DotCom, what do you have? A yoga mat, a Grateful Dead vinyl you play on repeat, and enough weed to floor Willie Nelson? It's not hard to say, that I'm better than you and I know of 8 figures why. You're a scrub and something as close to a bum as I have ever seen…"
Zion slowly looks to his right noticing Ralph "The Human Vomit" Grosse sitting alone on a stoop.
"Ugh, they make me sick too… It's guys like this and like Guru Wesley that gives the wrestling industry a bad image. It makes people believe no matter how much of a lowlife they are, that they can make it in this business. A business designed for the most skilled and talented… My mind and agility cannot be matched, what can Guru say he brings? Pot brownies and a Pot smoking Mermaid?"
Zion shakes his head and returns his gaze to the Godlike camera.
"Don't worry, Wesley you're going to show up, I have no doubt about that, because you're one of those check to check type people. You NEED this job so you can continue to be one with your inner peace. You NEED this job because no matter how you look in the mirror, you'll never see a clear image through your blood shot eyes. This time I won't even grant a 'DREAM' for ONE lucky fan, because I'm going to take great pleasure in disrupting your peace. I'm going to take great joy in sending your ass back to Action Wrestling where you can continue to play the ass of the joke. You are a tag champion in a division that is made up of Hollywood fakes, dinosaurs of another era, pot heads, and monsters who couldn't scare an impressionable gullible child."
Zion snickers at the thought.
"This whole ordeal isn't personal, it's just business and business is what I do BEST. Jubei didn't have a choice, The Canadian Coalition didn't have a choice, and sorry to say it, Guru Wesley, you don't have a choice either. I came into this company like a corporate shark and I'm HUNGRY enough to TAKE IT ALL. The World title is only the beginning and it all starts with shutting down some pot head yogi? Seriously? You're the one standing between me and victory? That is literally the last place anyone wants to be, just ask Billy Mays… Oh wait…"
Zion smirks and winks at the camera.
"Smoke all you can and find that perfect circle that you're after, because once I'm done with you, you're going to wish I granted you a DREAM instead of a BUZZKILLING TASTE OF DEFEAT!"
Zion calms himself for a minute before continuing.
"Guru Wesley, as I said before… This isn't personal, it's just business and sadly for you I'm just better at it than you…"
Zion winks at the camera and flashes a smile.
"See you at Metal, Wesley and I'll be ready to see your chances at the World title go up in SMOKE."
The godlike camera fades out to black.
