Post by zionsimmons on Oct 29, 2019 22:59:30 GMT -5
"My World champion? You're actually serious? It took me for a whole damn week to get you to speak out and that's the hard hitting shit you bring with you? You ramble about how you're too busy playing champion all around the world putting on a good face and you down play the fact you GAVE UP YOUR MAIN EVENT. You sweep it under the rug as just a mere scheduling issue? Our champion isn't what he says he is, no matter how much conviction he speaks his lines in. He's living in denial and he's crippled with his lack of creativity to boot. I mean come on, Smith Jones, did you really need this guy who loves to hear himself talk to give you ideas of what to say in return? Did you need me to get winded just so you could approach me? You rambled for awhile and you truly got nowhere of any kind of importance… What? You're going to break my legs? You're going to feed me to zombies? Is this your poor attempt at threats? I called you vanilla and with these sorts of responses, you're only solidifying my claim even more. You couldn't make it in the corporate world, you don't have the teeth for it. Your bite was barely even a soft gumming… What would this girlfriend of yours think of her man being decisively emasculated like I'm obviously doing to you right now? You're all shaft and no balls, Smitty and you still feel you have a reason to claim to be MY World champion? Bitch, I don't bend the knee to no man and you can speak as high about yourself as you want, you still ate defeat multiple times…"
The camera finally comes to life showing Zion sitting behind his desk dressed in his black and white windbreakers with his black newsboy hat on.
"Smith Jones no matter how long you've been champion and no matter how long it took for you to get your hands on it… There's nothing special about you. You claim you've been making your rounds and I can only assume you're out there because you need to remind people you are the carrier of the Championship, not because people honestly are asking for you. The way you walk around ball less, pretending you're actually worthy of being this company's face… It's sad, really. I love to hear myself talk because I live and speak the truth, I now know why you're so quiet, since you probably spend more time 'off camera' pep talking yourself into this false persona of a man who gets IT. I mean, come on, Smith, you claim you've defeated some of the best that APW has to offer?"
Zion smirks and taps a few keys on his computer.
"15 matches… Out those 15 matches you've won 9… Kudos on your amazing string of matches, Smith Jones. You're blueprint is shit, but the luck of Masuda being bought out, you were in the right place to have a shot at the title that got away from you while Jubei was busy kicking your head off… I honestly say it so truthfully because what happened after that loss to Jubei, Smith? You actually came out the following week to challenge a girl, the same night you had a main event match? You did it to put her on notice about her Junior Heavyweight championship? Were you so emasculated by Jubei that you had to find a way to gain face, so your gold digging self wanted to go after what you consider a sure thing? You literally sounded like a child throwing a tantrum, until Irina gifted you her TIT."
Zion moves the mouse around before returning his gaze to the godlike camera.
"I've read your history… I've watched your tapes… Before you got your hands on the World title, you were living off the fact that you survived the Alpha Showdown match and you earned your initial shot against Jubei… What you haven't thought much of, is what happens when Zion Simmons defeats you for that World title you're so proud of? Are you going to go the ring, throw a tantrum again, making yourself look like a complete ass in front of the fans that were so bullied by Jubei Masuda? I'm still trying to find out who these great competitors you've defeated are… Most of those you hold victories aren't even in the locker room any longer. Haruna who? Scotty Slayer? Noris? Sandy? The list goes on and on, but you'll probably say their leaving had something to do with their crippling defeat by you, huh? Maybe it was some of those wins you had to share with a tag partner?"
Zion smirks a cocky smirk.
"You actually tried to stand up for yourself when I said you can't defeat Dean Wolf… You had to spout off that you defeated Arthur Pleasant, because that actually means something to me? Shit, Dean will probably body him too, still doesn't mean you're better than Dean. You're hardly better than Danni Applegate, for Bill Gates's sake… Alpha Pro Wrestling has had its fill of you standing at the top… adjacent. It's time somebody who actually knows to be the face of a company, show you how it's done. Because this IS JUST BUSINESS and I'm JUST BETTER AT IT THAN YOU."
Zion winks at the camera and suddenly Sophie's comes over the intercom.
"Zion, you have a Mr. Thaddeus Franklin King here to see you."
Zion smiles.
"Oh this will be fun… Tell him I'll meet him at the screening room…"
"You got it, sir."
The godlike camera fades for a second and comes back to life outside the screening room. Thad is standing in a blue Armani suit holding his godlike camera (a white shelled floating orb drone with a camera in the front of it) and Zion walks up to meet him.
"Thad, how's it going man?"
"Heh, not the greatest but I stopped by to drop off my godlike camera…"
Zion looks confused.
"That was a gift, I'm not going to accept it."
"It's okay, honestly… I won't be able to make good use of it anymore, buddy."
Zion stops him.
"What do you mean? You're not directing promos anymore in Action Wrestling?"
Thad shrugs.
"Haven't decided yet, been on a bit of a losing streak as of late… I'm thinking of going raw again… You know, just me a handheld video camera. No fancy tech, no slapstick humor, and no sidekicks or co stars… Just TFK up close and personal…"
Zion shakes his head in disbelief.
"I don't know what to say… I'm in shock…"
Thad hands the camera to Zion.
"Just take the camera for starters and secondly, go win yourself a World title…"
Zion perks up a bit.
"You know about that, huh?"
"Of course I know about it… and I know about that other thing you've been working on…"
Thad winks and nudges Zion a bit.
"Right… Well if you're up for it, I could use a second opinion about a promo I forced myself to watch this week…"
Thad chuckles.
"Oh God, it's not one of those dreadful Stephen Osbourne promos is it?"
Zion laughs along.
"Ha, yeah that guy would fit perfectly in one of your Dad's films, huh?"
"Not funny, but I'm sure neither will be this promo… Shall we?"
Thad opens the door and as Zion is stepping in Sophie pops up with a bucket of popcorn and drinks.
"Sorry sir, figured you could use something enjoyable as you force yourself to watch that shit show again…"
Zion smiles and takes the treats.
"Thanks, Soph, you're always thinking of me."
Sophie smiles and Zion follows Thad into the screening room. They navigate the dark til they get to two black leather reclining chairs with trays and cup holders. They take a seat and Zion pulls out his remote, looking over to Thad.
"Ready?"
Thad slowly nods after shuttering.
"I'm sure I'll regret this…"
'Unmitigated Impossibility' by Smith Jones finishes and Thad's eyes are wide as Zion is yawning.
"So was I right, or was I right?"
Thad shakes off the wide eyed look and he turns giving a serious expression.
"That was utter shit and that video quality looks like it was made by Jaice Wilds, for Ron Jeremy's sake. And that ending…"
Thad rolls his eyes.
"What about it?"
"Doesn't this Smith Jones fellow know that in this particular circle of wrestling companies, murder only gets you a World title, it doesn't help you retain it."
They both laugh.
"I told you, the guy is vanilla as all can be."
"With a name like Smith Jones… I'm not at all surprised, but hey that's the low hanging fruit, amirite?"
Zion takes a drink of soda and nods slowly. He then turns the lights back on, the two hiding their eyes for a second, adjusting to the light change.
"All seriousness, Thad, how are you doing?"
Thad fiddles with his straw for a second.
"Real talk? I'm a bit rattled, trying to find my footing again. I've been ran through by Oldin Balfor a couple times now and I recently ate defeat by Corey Black, Frank Venable, and some fat fuck named RJ Collins… Not to mention my back to back epic failure at winning that AW World title…"
"I'm sorry to hear that, man… But come on, you know you're the right face for that company…"
Thad nods.
"I know, Z, but I failed to get the job done… But you can't make the same mistake I did. You are speaking a great game right now and that knobgobbler is no where near your level. He's busy playing pong and you're playing the latest Call of Duty, my little friend."
Zion chuckles.
"True, but I'd rather play a new Halo… But I get what you're saying… Best part about taking Smith Jones's World title at HorrorKore, I'm not going to have to kill anyone to make it happen."
"You have so much going for you, Z… I mean you're a DotCom genius, an inventor, an entrepreneur, and your business sense is out of this fucking world… Plus you're a wrestler? In this day and age when even our President has graced a wrestling show, heh anything is possible, right?"
"Thad, I have a legit record and nobody has come into this company as strong as I have. My first ACTION was to take over the company of the most fear inspiring villain that this company has ever seen… My second ACTION was to rip away their entire Tag Team Division just because it was a Tuesday… And my third ACTION is going to liberate the World title but putting an end to mediocrity loving hacks like Smith Jones."
Thad rubs his chin for a second, pondering over what Zion just said.
"Good plan, but are you cocksure, Z?"
"Heh, why's everyone keep asking me that? I have gotten to the big dance and I work best when the pressure is on. I'm a shark and Smith Jones has what I want… He's so desperate to look capable of being the carrier of that strap, that he killed some innocent nobody… He tried to claim I'm just a guy who likes to hear himself talk, yet he didn't truly dismiss my claims. He tried to say he didn't give up the main event at HorrorKore, that it was HorrorKore so the main event had to be for the hardcore title… He's so up his own ass that he doesn't even realize as THEE WORLD CHAMPION he actually has a voice and if i was in his shoes i wouldn't be lying down for the likes of Dean Wolf."
"I wish I could tell you, that this Smith Jones is all talk, but he barely said shit in that promo. He backpedaled and side stepped but his words were far from venomous. He didn't even dig deeper to find out how you got that first big break down this path as a multimillionaire… He's not even scratching the surface of your bigger secret that you've chosen to mask with your lack of true emotions. You sit in your tower, looking down at the less fortunate and you don't do shit for charity… See? He's not approaching you at all, like a true World champion should. He's definitely no Ryan Lockhart, my fellow Bostonian who put that AW World title on the map… I mean he's barely on the level of Ralph The Human Vomit Grosse."
Zion slowly nods.
"You're totally right, Thad. He's going to try everything to protect that title because he doesn't want to face the facts that he's nothing without it. If I do end up failing, at least I'll still be a DotCom genius, an bad ass inventor, a next level entrepreneur, with a business sense that's out of this fucking world…"
Thad smiles wide.
"AND REMEMBER… This is just business and you're just better at it than he is. You WILL WALK OUT AS ALPHA PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. Smith Jones is going to be skyrocketed into obscurity in the process…"
Zion nods.
"Thanks, Thad… I appreciate the pep talk, just remember that same sentiment can be said of you as well. Don't take these beatings lying down… Get back there and show AW who The Director really is."
The two shake hands.
"Thanks, Z."
The camera fades to black.
The camera finally comes to life showing Zion sitting behind his desk dressed in his black and white windbreakers with his black newsboy hat on.
"Smith Jones no matter how long you've been champion and no matter how long it took for you to get your hands on it… There's nothing special about you. You claim you've been making your rounds and I can only assume you're out there because you need to remind people you are the carrier of the Championship, not because people honestly are asking for you. The way you walk around ball less, pretending you're actually worthy of being this company's face… It's sad, really. I love to hear myself talk because I live and speak the truth, I now know why you're so quiet, since you probably spend more time 'off camera' pep talking yourself into this false persona of a man who gets IT. I mean, come on, Smith, you claim you've defeated some of the best that APW has to offer?"
Zion smirks and taps a few keys on his computer.
"15 matches… Out those 15 matches you've won 9… Kudos on your amazing string of matches, Smith Jones. You're blueprint is shit, but the luck of Masuda being bought out, you were in the right place to have a shot at the title that got away from you while Jubei was busy kicking your head off… I honestly say it so truthfully because what happened after that loss to Jubei, Smith? You actually came out the following week to challenge a girl, the same night you had a main event match? You did it to put her on notice about her Junior Heavyweight championship? Were you so emasculated by Jubei that you had to find a way to gain face, so your gold digging self wanted to go after what you consider a sure thing? You literally sounded like a child throwing a tantrum, until Irina gifted you her TIT."
Zion moves the mouse around before returning his gaze to the godlike camera.
"I've read your history… I've watched your tapes… Before you got your hands on the World title, you were living off the fact that you survived the Alpha Showdown match and you earned your initial shot against Jubei… What you haven't thought much of, is what happens when Zion Simmons defeats you for that World title you're so proud of? Are you going to go the ring, throw a tantrum again, making yourself look like a complete ass in front of the fans that were so bullied by Jubei Masuda? I'm still trying to find out who these great competitors you've defeated are… Most of those you hold victories aren't even in the locker room any longer. Haruna who? Scotty Slayer? Noris? Sandy? The list goes on and on, but you'll probably say their leaving had something to do with their crippling defeat by you, huh? Maybe it was some of those wins you had to share with a tag partner?"
Zion smirks a cocky smirk.
"You actually tried to stand up for yourself when I said you can't defeat Dean Wolf… You had to spout off that you defeated Arthur Pleasant, because that actually means something to me? Shit, Dean will probably body him too, still doesn't mean you're better than Dean. You're hardly better than Danni Applegate, for Bill Gates's sake… Alpha Pro Wrestling has had its fill of you standing at the top… adjacent. It's time somebody who actually knows to be the face of a company, show you how it's done. Because this IS JUST BUSINESS and I'm JUST BETTER AT IT THAN YOU."
Zion winks at the camera and suddenly Sophie's comes over the intercom.
"Zion, you have a Mr. Thaddeus Franklin King here to see you."
Zion smiles.
"Oh this will be fun… Tell him I'll meet him at the screening room…"
"You got it, sir."
The godlike camera fades for a second and comes back to life outside the screening room. Thad is standing in a blue Armani suit holding his godlike camera (a white shelled floating orb drone with a camera in the front of it) and Zion walks up to meet him.
"Thad, how's it going man?"
"Heh, not the greatest but I stopped by to drop off my godlike camera…"
Zion looks confused.
"That was a gift, I'm not going to accept it."
"It's okay, honestly… I won't be able to make good use of it anymore, buddy."
Zion stops him.
"What do you mean? You're not directing promos anymore in Action Wrestling?"
Thad shrugs.
"Haven't decided yet, been on a bit of a losing streak as of late… I'm thinking of going raw again… You know, just me a handheld video camera. No fancy tech, no slapstick humor, and no sidekicks or co stars… Just TFK up close and personal…"
Zion shakes his head in disbelief.
"I don't know what to say… I'm in shock…"
Thad hands the camera to Zion.
"Just take the camera for starters and secondly, go win yourself a World title…"
Zion perks up a bit.
"You know about that, huh?"
"Of course I know about it… and I know about that other thing you've been working on…"
Thad winks and nudges Zion a bit.
"Right… Well if you're up for it, I could use a second opinion about a promo I forced myself to watch this week…"
Thad chuckles.
"Oh God, it's not one of those dreadful Stephen Osbourne promos is it?"
Zion laughs along.
"Ha, yeah that guy would fit perfectly in one of your Dad's films, huh?"
"Not funny, but I'm sure neither will be this promo… Shall we?"
Thad opens the door and as Zion is stepping in Sophie pops up with a bucket of popcorn and drinks.
"Sorry sir, figured you could use something enjoyable as you force yourself to watch that shit show again…"
Zion smiles and takes the treats.
"Thanks, Soph, you're always thinking of me."
Sophie smiles and Zion follows Thad into the screening room. They navigate the dark til they get to two black leather reclining chairs with trays and cup holders. They take a seat and Zion pulls out his remote, looking over to Thad.
"Ready?"
Thad slowly nods after shuttering.
"I'm sure I'll regret this…"
'Unmitigated Impossibility' by Smith Jones finishes and Thad's eyes are wide as Zion is yawning.
"So was I right, or was I right?"
Thad shakes off the wide eyed look and he turns giving a serious expression.
"That was utter shit and that video quality looks like it was made by Jaice Wilds, for Ron Jeremy's sake. And that ending…"
Thad rolls his eyes.
"What about it?"
"Doesn't this Smith Jones fellow know that in this particular circle of wrestling companies, murder only gets you a World title, it doesn't help you retain it."
They both laugh.
"I told you, the guy is vanilla as all can be."
"With a name like Smith Jones… I'm not at all surprised, but hey that's the low hanging fruit, amirite?"
Zion takes a drink of soda and nods slowly. He then turns the lights back on, the two hiding their eyes for a second, adjusting to the light change.
"All seriousness, Thad, how are you doing?"
Thad fiddles with his straw for a second.
"Real talk? I'm a bit rattled, trying to find my footing again. I've been ran through by Oldin Balfor a couple times now and I recently ate defeat by Corey Black, Frank Venable, and some fat fuck named RJ Collins… Not to mention my back to back epic failure at winning that AW World title…"
"I'm sorry to hear that, man… But come on, you know you're the right face for that company…"
Thad nods.
"I know, Z, but I failed to get the job done… But you can't make the same mistake I did. You are speaking a great game right now and that knobgobbler is no where near your level. He's busy playing pong and you're playing the latest Call of Duty, my little friend."
Zion chuckles.
"True, but I'd rather play a new Halo… But I get what you're saying… Best part about taking Smith Jones's World title at HorrorKore, I'm not going to have to kill anyone to make it happen."
"You have so much going for you, Z… I mean you're a DotCom genius, an inventor, an entrepreneur, and your business sense is out of this fucking world… Plus you're a wrestler? In this day and age when even our President has graced a wrestling show, heh anything is possible, right?"
"Thad, I have a legit record and nobody has come into this company as strong as I have. My first ACTION was to take over the company of the most fear inspiring villain that this company has ever seen… My second ACTION was to rip away their entire Tag Team Division just because it was a Tuesday… And my third ACTION is going to liberate the World title but putting an end to mediocrity loving hacks like Smith Jones."
Thad rubs his chin for a second, pondering over what Zion just said.
"Good plan, but are you cocksure, Z?"
"Heh, why's everyone keep asking me that? I have gotten to the big dance and I work best when the pressure is on. I'm a shark and Smith Jones has what I want… He's so desperate to look capable of being the carrier of that strap, that he killed some innocent nobody… He tried to claim I'm just a guy who likes to hear himself talk, yet he didn't truly dismiss my claims. He tried to say he didn't give up the main event at HorrorKore, that it was HorrorKore so the main event had to be for the hardcore title… He's so up his own ass that he doesn't even realize as THEE WORLD CHAMPION he actually has a voice and if i was in his shoes i wouldn't be lying down for the likes of Dean Wolf."
"I wish I could tell you, that this Smith Jones is all talk, but he barely said shit in that promo. He backpedaled and side stepped but his words were far from venomous. He didn't even dig deeper to find out how you got that first big break down this path as a multimillionaire… He's not even scratching the surface of your bigger secret that you've chosen to mask with your lack of true emotions. You sit in your tower, looking down at the less fortunate and you don't do shit for charity… See? He's not approaching you at all, like a true World champion should. He's definitely no Ryan Lockhart, my fellow Bostonian who put that AW World title on the map… I mean he's barely on the level of Ralph The Human Vomit Grosse."
Zion slowly nods.
"You're totally right, Thad. He's going to try everything to protect that title because he doesn't want to face the facts that he's nothing without it. If I do end up failing, at least I'll still be a DotCom genius, an bad ass inventor, a next level entrepreneur, with a business sense that's out of this fucking world…"
Thad smiles wide.
"AND REMEMBER… This is just business and you're just better at it than he is. You WILL WALK OUT AS ALPHA PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. Smith Jones is going to be skyrocketed into obscurity in the process…"
Zion nods.
"Thanks, Thad… I appreciate the pep talk, just remember that same sentiment can be said of you as well. Don't take these beatings lying down… Get back there and show AW who The Director really is."
The two shake hands.
"Thanks, Z."
The camera fades to black.
