12-12-2013, 05:58 PM
Theo Pryce is seen walking around his office looking rather...large. So large in fact that he isn't actually walking, instead he is waddling, and breathing heavy. Yeah, breathing real heavy. It could be all the drinking and drug use getting to him. Or, it could be something else.
In walks Jimmy Durance, Theo's gopher.
"Mr. Pryce, what are you doing?"
"I'm exercising Jimmy. They say people should walk at least one mile a day to promote a healthy heart."
"No, I meant why are you a fat suit?"
"Oh, that. I'm pretending to be Peter Gilmour."
"Isn't Peter Gilmour skinny now?"
"Son of a Bitch you're right. He is."
Theo walks over to his desk, grabs a pair of scissors and stabs his fat suit and immediately the suit starts to shrink in size, the hiss of the escaping air is unmistakable. A few seconds later the fat suit is completely gone and Theo is back to his original shape and size.
"Bam, the new and....well, we'll just stick with the new Peter Gilmour. Just like in real life. From fat blob to scrawny bitch in no time flat."
"Very funny sir."
"I thought so. So anyway Jimmy, I have an idea. It's pretty radical."
"Oh yeah, what is the idea?"
"Well a few weeks ago I told people that as the new King of the XWF I would not be just handing out shots to anyone and everyone. People would have to earn their shot."
"Seems fair."
"That's right. I am a fair and just King. But you see lately I have had to listen to Petey Gilmour, the self, emphasis on self, proclaimed "Hollywood Bad Boy" bitch and moan non stop about how he never gets any shots at any titles..."
"But hasn't he gotten multiple shots, at multiple titles?"
"He has Jimmy, but please, don't interrupt."
"Right right sir. Sorry sir."
"Anyway Jimmy, Gilmour likes to bitch and moan, I guess because he likes to hear himself talk, anyway I think the best way to shut that fat skinny bitch up is to give the man what he wants, a shot at the Crown. But he is going to have to work for it. I am not just going to hand him a shot."
"Interesting. And what were you thinking? Some crazy match with all kinds of odd stipulations? Maybe a handicapped match where he has to face the rest of the Black Circle? Or the entire Madness Roster."
"No no, nothing like that. You see, I want to face Gilmour, because I want to beat Gilmour and then I want to tell Gilmour, to his face to shut his mouth. Forever. But I can't do that if I come up with some unwinnable match."
"So then what are you thinking?"
"Something very simple. It will be a one on one match. I will be the special guest ref. He will not face any member of the Black Circle. It will be him and someone else from the XWF. I may even post a poll on the website asking people to vote on who his opponent will be. The only stipulation to the match is that he has to win the match by pin and his opponent can not lay down for him. A completely legit match must occur. If I see anything I don't like then Gilmour won't get his shot regardless of whether he wins or loses. But like I said, I want him to win. I want to beat him. And I won't be putting the match off. It will occur by the end of January. That is my guarantee. That is, if he wins a legit match."
"Do you think he will accept those terms?"
"I guess we will find out. But if I were him, I would, otherwise he better not ever open his mouth about not getting a shot at my crown. The opportunity is there. He just has to take it.
In walks Jimmy Durance, Theo's gopher.
"Mr. Pryce, what are you doing?"
"I'm exercising Jimmy. They say people should walk at least one mile a day to promote a healthy heart."
"No, I meant why are you a fat suit?"
"Oh, that. I'm pretending to be Peter Gilmour."
"Isn't Peter Gilmour skinny now?"
"Son of a Bitch you're right. He is."
Theo walks over to his desk, grabs a pair of scissors and stabs his fat suit and immediately the suit starts to shrink in size, the hiss of the escaping air is unmistakable. A few seconds later the fat suit is completely gone and Theo is back to his original shape and size.
"Bam, the new and....well, we'll just stick with the new Peter Gilmour. Just like in real life. From fat blob to scrawny bitch in no time flat."
"Very funny sir."
"I thought so. So anyway Jimmy, I have an idea. It's pretty radical."
"Oh yeah, what is the idea?"
"Well a few weeks ago I told people that as the new King of the XWF I would not be just handing out shots to anyone and everyone. People would have to earn their shot."
"Seems fair."
"That's right. I am a fair and just King. But you see lately I have had to listen to Petey Gilmour, the self, emphasis on self, proclaimed "Hollywood Bad Boy" bitch and moan non stop about how he never gets any shots at any titles..."
"But hasn't he gotten multiple shots, at multiple titles?"
"He has Jimmy, but please, don't interrupt."
"Right right sir. Sorry sir."
"Anyway Jimmy, Gilmour likes to bitch and moan, I guess because he likes to hear himself talk, anyway I think the best way to shut that fat skinny bitch up is to give the man what he wants, a shot at the Crown. But he is going to have to work for it. I am not just going to hand him a shot."
"Interesting. And what were you thinking? Some crazy match with all kinds of odd stipulations? Maybe a handicapped match where he has to face the rest of the Black Circle? Or the entire Madness Roster."
"No no, nothing like that. You see, I want to face Gilmour, because I want to beat Gilmour and then I want to tell Gilmour, to his face to shut his mouth. Forever. But I can't do that if I come up with some unwinnable match."
"So then what are you thinking?"
"Something very simple. It will be a one on one match. I will be the special guest ref. He will not face any member of the Black Circle. It will be him and someone else from the XWF. I may even post a poll on the website asking people to vote on who his opponent will be. The only stipulation to the match is that he has to win the match by pin and his opponent can not lay down for him. A completely legit match must occur. If I see anything I don't like then Gilmour won't get his shot regardless of whether he wins or loses. But like I said, I want him to win. I want to beat him. And I won't be putting the match off. It will occur by the end of January. That is my guarantee. That is, if he wins a legit match."
"Do you think he will accept those terms?"
"I guess we will find out. But if I were him, I would, otherwise he better not ever open his mouth about not getting a shot at my crown. The opportunity is there. He just has to take it.