Post by Tatum Coe on Jan 18, 2015 1:08:27 GMT -5
~We open up with a shot of the returning announcer/interviewer/patriot, Jones, making his way through the backyard of a lavish estate. Extremely well manicured shrubbery, an exotic pool that would make Hugh Hefner blush and several rare breeds of fowl are strategically placed turning a normal backyard into some kind of Garden of Eden. Jones, carefully placing each foot, fearful he may disrupt the perfectly pieced together plushness, finally lays eyes on an overly handsome, fit and filthy rich Caucasian man. He is seated in a lounge chair, sipping on a Gin and Tonic while reading Forbes Magazine. Jones lets out a sigh of relief, happy to see that he had made it to his desired destination without screwing anything up. Stepping onto the rocky surface around the pool area, Jones shoes click, snaring the gentleman's attention. With a several hundred dollar pair of shades covering his eyes, he looks over the top of his magazine, lowering the top of his shades just enough for his entrancing eyes to lock onto Jones. Jones stops for a moment, noticing he's caught the handsome stranger's attention~
Jones: *clears throat* Mr. Coe, it's me, Jones, from OCW. I'm here for the interview...
~Tatum Coe nods, slapping his magazine shut and snapping his right hand. A servant comes from out of one of the bushes, quickly placing a far less comfortable chair near Tatum. He slaps a towel on it a few times, making sure nothing wet or dirty soils Jones clothing before motioning for the OCW employee to take a seat. He carefully does, a few feet from Tatum.~
Tatum Coe: Would you like anything to drink?
~Tatum asks while taking a sophisticated sip of his beverage~
Jones: Umm, water?
~Coe smirks and nods at his servant who rushes inside. Tatum places his shades atop his thick head of black, styled hair before kicking his legs over the side of his chair, leaning forward~
Tatum Coe: Well, you're here, I'm here...shall we get started?
~Jones flashes a nervous style, feeling flushed for some reason~
Jones: Sure, sounds good to me.
~He shuffles a couple of papers around before firing away~
Jones: I guess we can start with the most obvious question, after over a decade long absence from OCW, why return and, most importantly of all, why now?
~Tatum smirks and takes another sip of his beverage before answering~
Tatum Coe: Look around you, Jones, as you can see, I'm a man with a tremendous appetite. I refuse to settle for anything less than perfection. While my legacy in OCW is far from embarrassing, it certainly is lacking. Sure, I'm the first ever LightWeight Champion and, yea, I am a two time runner up in the Last Man Standing tournament, but it has always ate me up inside...the fact that my resume is overflowing with 'almost theres' and 'not quites'...it's something I've wanted to rectify for a very long time.
Jones: Understandable, so, why now?
Tatum Coe: The format, Jones. I've always been a private man, when I retired from Professional Wrestling, I didn't run around giving everyone an explanation. I simply took the money I had earned and went into business for myself in a different career. As you can see, I've been highly successful. However, not to get too off tangent here...the reason for my retirement was injuries. My back, knees and right shoulder were all torn up. You see, when OCW first opened, Dean had to lean on a handful of talents to carry us through the dark times. Those talents included myself, Clubbin Man, Lurrr, Tah Murdah, D Double D, Brian Velocity, Kylo, Liljungleman, Slim Shady and Johnny Hunter. By the time guys like Scott Syren, Silverfreak and Scorpion signed on to compete in OCW, I was already worn down.
Jones: Makes sense, sadly, I wasn't around during those early days.
Tatum Coe: you certainly weren't, Smith and Hood did all the commentating back then. But, back to my original point, Dean ran us into the ground and, well, being the LightWeight champion, I was forced to perform in some extremely dangerous, high incident matches. A recipe for disaster, health wise.
Jones: So, the injuries are gone, I take it?
Tatum Coe: Eh, I'm not in the shape I was when I first joined OCW, but enough time has elapsed for the most painful parts of my body to heal up. I'm certainly healthy enough to wrestle once a month, that's a schedule my body can work through.
Jones: Ah, okay, so if it were a weekly schedule, you wouldn't be returning...safe to say?
Tatum Coe: Safer than a condom, Jones. I will never work a weekly schedule ever again.
Jones: Well, now that you're back, what are your goals?
Tatum Coe: I have two main goals, the OCW Title and the Hall of Fame. If I can achieve both of those, then I will feel content about my career and happily retire.
Jones: Have you had any discourse with Dean in regards to your positioning on the Revenge card?
Tatum Coe: A little, he knows what my goals are. I also understand I've been a ghost for over a decade. To think he'd thrust me right into the main event is a fairy tale, it isn't going to happen. The Paradigm Championship, however, that seems perfectly reasonable.
Jones: Are you hinting that's what you'll be wrestling for at Revenge?
Tatum Coe: Nothing is set in stone, Jones. As Dean said, we need to see who all is in by the end of the month. However, I certainly picked up on the fact he found intrigue in my competing for the Paradigm Title. After all, it's a division which promotes athleticism, technique...you know, sophistication and class. Far more desirable than that wretched Savage Championship.
Jones: Well, everyone has their favorite, I suppose.
Tatum Coe: You're starting to annoy me.
Jones: Sorry, just an observation.
Tatum Coe: Right.
~Tatum looks Jones up and down in condescending fashion~
Jones: I guess my next question would be...are you in shape to compete by the end of February?
~Tatum stands up, removing his unbuttoned, high dollar designer shirt. His upper torso is as chiseled as ever~
Tatum Coe: What do you think?
~Jones just stares at Tatum for some weird reason. Tatum doesn't seem to mind, he's the kind of guy who's used to lingering stares, it comes with the territory when you look the way he does. His phone goes off, playing some familiar tone Jones can't place. Tatum answers it and quickly places the caller on pause~
Tatum Coe: Interview is over, I've got to take this. I assume you can show yourself out?
~Jones, caught off guard by Tatum's rude abruptness nods shakily while gathering his items and stumbling to his feet. He exits, without having received his water as our scene comes to an end~
Jones: *clears throat* Mr. Coe, it's me, Jones, from OCW. I'm here for the interview...
~Tatum Coe nods, slapping his magazine shut and snapping his right hand. A servant comes from out of one of the bushes, quickly placing a far less comfortable chair near Tatum. He slaps a towel on it a few times, making sure nothing wet or dirty soils Jones clothing before motioning for the OCW employee to take a seat. He carefully does, a few feet from Tatum.~
Tatum Coe: Would you like anything to drink?
~Tatum asks while taking a sophisticated sip of his beverage~
Jones: Umm, water?
~Coe smirks and nods at his servant who rushes inside. Tatum places his shades atop his thick head of black, styled hair before kicking his legs over the side of his chair, leaning forward~
Tatum Coe: Well, you're here, I'm here...shall we get started?
~Jones flashes a nervous style, feeling flushed for some reason~
Jones: Sure, sounds good to me.
~He shuffles a couple of papers around before firing away~
Jones: I guess we can start with the most obvious question, after over a decade long absence from OCW, why return and, most importantly of all, why now?
~Tatum smirks and takes another sip of his beverage before answering~
Tatum Coe: Look around you, Jones, as you can see, I'm a man with a tremendous appetite. I refuse to settle for anything less than perfection. While my legacy in OCW is far from embarrassing, it certainly is lacking. Sure, I'm the first ever LightWeight Champion and, yea, I am a two time runner up in the Last Man Standing tournament, but it has always ate me up inside...the fact that my resume is overflowing with 'almost theres' and 'not quites'...it's something I've wanted to rectify for a very long time.
Jones: Understandable, so, why now?
Tatum Coe: The format, Jones. I've always been a private man, when I retired from Professional Wrestling, I didn't run around giving everyone an explanation. I simply took the money I had earned and went into business for myself in a different career. As you can see, I've been highly successful. However, not to get too off tangent here...the reason for my retirement was injuries. My back, knees and right shoulder were all torn up. You see, when OCW first opened, Dean had to lean on a handful of talents to carry us through the dark times. Those talents included myself, Clubbin Man, Lurrr, Tah Murdah, D Double D, Brian Velocity, Kylo, Liljungleman, Slim Shady and Johnny Hunter. By the time guys like Scott Syren, Silverfreak and Scorpion signed on to compete in OCW, I was already worn down.
Jones: Makes sense, sadly, I wasn't around during those early days.
Tatum Coe: you certainly weren't, Smith and Hood did all the commentating back then. But, back to my original point, Dean ran us into the ground and, well, being the LightWeight champion, I was forced to perform in some extremely dangerous, high incident matches. A recipe for disaster, health wise.
Jones: So, the injuries are gone, I take it?
Tatum Coe: Eh, I'm not in the shape I was when I first joined OCW, but enough time has elapsed for the most painful parts of my body to heal up. I'm certainly healthy enough to wrestle once a month, that's a schedule my body can work through.
Jones: Ah, okay, so if it were a weekly schedule, you wouldn't be returning...safe to say?
Tatum Coe: Safer than a condom, Jones. I will never work a weekly schedule ever again.
Jones: Well, now that you're back, what are your goals?
Tatum Coe: I have two main goals, the OCW Title and the Hall of Fame. If I can achieve both of those, then I will feel content about my career and happily retire.
Jones: Have you had any discourse with Dean in regards to your positioning on the Revenge card?
Tatum Coe: A little, he knows what my goals are. I also understand I've been a ghost for over a decade. To think he'd thrust me right into the main event is a fairy tale, it isn't going to happen. The Paradigm Championship, however, that seems perfectly reasonable.
Jones: Are you hinting that's what you'll be wrestling for at Revenge?
Tatum Coe: Nothing is set in stone, Jones. As Dean said, we need to see who all is in by the end of the month. However, I certainly picked up on the fact he found intrigue in my competing for the Paradigm Title. After all, it's a division which promotes athleticism, technique...you know, sophistication and class. Far more desirable than that wretched Savage Championship.
Jones: Well, everyone has their favorite, I suppose.
Tatum Coe: You're starting to annoy me.
Jones: Sorry, just an observation.
Tatum Coe: Right.
~Tatum looks Jones up and down in condescending fashion~
Jones: I guess my next question would be...are you in shape to compete by the end of February?
~Tatum stands up, removing his unbuttoned, high dollar designer shirt. His upper torso is as chiseled as ever~
Tatum Coe: What do you think?
~Jones just stares at Tatum for some weird reason. Tatum doesn't seem to mind, he's the kind of guy who's used to lingering stares, it comes with the territory when you look the way he does. His phone goes off, playing some familiar tone Jones can't place. Tatum answers it and quickly places the caller on pause~
Tatum Coe: Interview is over, I've got to take this. I assume you can show yourself out?
~Jones, caught off guard by Tatum's rude abruptness nods shakily while gathering his items and stumbling to his feet. He exits, without having received his water as our scene comes to an end~
