Post by PerZag on Jan 18, 2015 10:55:25 GMT -5
The scene expands and pans around a large brick building with evenly placed windows side by side at the front of the building. The footage moves inside the building into a white room filled with long silver tables. Men and women in scruffy looking clothes are seated around all the tables, sipping or sculling soup placed in different coloured plastic bowls. OCW's backstage talent, Richard moves into view of the camera, and taps a man's shoulder who is sitting at one of the tables. The man turns around, taking off a red hood he was wearing, showing his long blonde hair. He stares at Richard until Richard speaks.
"How are you going, PerZag?"
PerZag turns around on his seat, and grabs a blue plastic bowl in front of him. He picks it up and drains the rest of the soup that was in the bowl. He places the bowl back down on the table, and turns around, staring straight at Richard.
"How am I going? How do you think I am going? Does it look like I am going well? I am at a soup kitchen because I am poor, and I hardly have any money. My entire family is dead, and I have no job, and no where to live, but on the streets. My last career in OCW was successful, but the money was average at best. It was enough at the time, but after it closed I had absolutely no money to keep me afloat. I got a job at Championship Wrestling Revolution as a backstage talent, and when I was about to wrestle my first match, I got myself injured in some dumb accident. I was able to get back in shape, and joined Imperial Wrestling Federation, and won my first match, but then I re-injured the knee that I injured in that accident, and was sidelined again. I quit from IWF because of the mediocre pay, and my injury, and I did not have a job anymore. I had nothing. In the end, I got kicked out of my apartment because I couldn't make rent, and got booted out onto the street. I have been unable to find a job since, and have had to stay on the streets. So, how do you think I am gong?"
Richard shoots a look at all the other eyes that are staring in their direction. He looks back at PerZag, and takes a deep breath.
"I am sorry. I shouldn't have asked."
PerZag stares at him with anger in his eyes, but it instantly subsides. PerZag smiles.
"Its all good man. I am just having fun with you. We used to be mates, and being without a home hasn't been too bad. Got to see a different side of life, and with the new offer I am getting for Online Championship Wrestling, I am going to be back on my feet in no time. I have a decent pay-check coming in."
Richard lets out a sigh of relief, and starts talking.
"That's good to here. I did have one question for you if that's ok."
PerZag nods his head, "Yeah, that's fine with me."
"Why did you resign with OCW? Why not join another promotion? Why not join somewhere else where you can make a name for yourself weekly? Why not join a current promotion that is already at the top of the mountain? That is up there and drawing in hundreds of thousands of dollars weekly. Why not join one of those?"
PerZag thinks to himself for a bit.
"Well, why did you resign with OCW, Richard? Why did you sign a new deal here?"
Richard shakes his head for a second, and answers.
"Because OCW is my home."
PerZag smiles.
"Exactly. OCW is the promotion that built me up. That made me who I am today. I am a former North Eastern champion, and a former Internet champion. I have done well in the three or four months I had in this company. I had a good run, and found lots of acquaintances that I still keep in contact with today. I visit them when I can, when I am not too busy looking for somewhere to sleep. It is a great place to be, and that is why I am returning. It is my home. The place that made me feel alive. I have achieved heaps in a small career. I won the 2014 Newcomer of the Year, and proved to all that I can adapt quickly. I am here for two things, first it is to make The Hall Of Fame, and secondly it is to put on a show for all those fans out there today. We all do this for them. We all put on a show for them, no matter what we say in the ring or backstage. We are here to make one of their nights in their lives a joy, and that is one thing that makes me feel good when I do this. OCW is the place to be, and I could never replace this place with any other promotion."
PerZag turns around as a door opens up, and a trolley full of more soup comes into the room from a silver door that leads to the kitchen. PerZag turns back to Richard.
"How about this for my luck? I actually get to have seconds for once, this hardly ever happens. Now, get out of here."
Richard quickly gets up, and walks away from PerZag, as PerZag watches him go.
"Man. In one year that guy has been a jobber, and then a drug user, and now a backstage talent. Man, Bob Grenier has gone and fucked him up. Oh yeah..."
PerZag looks into the camera.
"Hey, Bob. How have you been? Long time, no see. You got anymore pot that I can get off of you, I don't like Bishop's cocaine. Hate that stuff. Ok, then...Bye."
"How are you going, PerZag?"
PerZag turns around on his seat, and grabs a blue plastic bowl in front of him. He picks it up and drains the rest of the soup that was in the bowl. He places the bowl back down on the table, and turns around, staring straight at Richard.
"How am I going? How do you think I am going? Does it look like I am going well? I am at a soup kitchen because I am poor, and I hardly have any money. My entire family is dead, and I have no job, and no where to live, but on the streets. My last career in OCW was successful, but the money was average at best. It was enough at the time, but after it closed I had absolutely no money to keep me afloat. I got a job at Championship Wrestling Revolution as a backstage talent, and when I was about to wrestle my first match, I got myself injured in some dumb accident. I was able to get back in shape, and joined Imperial Wrestling Federation, and won my first match, but then I re-injured the knee that I injured in that accident, and was sidelined again. I quit from IWF because of the mediocre pay, and my injury, and I did not have a job anymore. I had nothing. In the end, I got kicked out of my apartment because I couldn't make rent, and got booted out onto the street. I have been unable to find a job since, and have had to stay on the streets. So, how do you think I am gong?"
Richard shoots a look at all the other eyes that are staring in their direction. He looks back at PerZag, and takes a deep breath.
"I am sorry. I shouldn't have asked."
PerZag stares at him with anger in his eyes, but it instantly subsides. PerZag smiles.
"Its all good man. I am just having fun with you. We used to be mates, and being without a home hasn't been too bad. Got to see a different side of life, and with the new offer I am getting for Online Championship Wrestling, I am going to be back on my feet in no time. I have a decent pay-check coming in."
Richard lets out a sigh of relief, and starts talking.
"That's good to here. I did have one question for you if that's ok."
PerZag nods his head, "Yeah, that's fine with me."
"Why did you resign with OCW? Why not join another promotion? Why not join somewhere else where you can make a name for yourself weekly? Why not join a current promotion that is already at the top of the mountain? That is up there and drawing in hundreds of thousands of dollars weekly. Why not join one of those?"
PerZag thinks to himself for a bit.
"Well, why did you resign with OCW, Richard? Why did you sign a new deal here?"
Richard shakes his head for a second, and answers.
"Because OCW is my home."
PerZag smiles.
"Exactly. OCW is the promotion that built me up. That made me who I am today. I am a former North Eastern champion, and a former Internet champion. I have done well in the three or four months I had in this company. I had a good run, and found lots of acquaintances that I still keep in contact with today. I visit them when I can, when I am not too busy looking for somewhere to sleep. It is a great place to be, and that is why I am returning. It is my home. The place that made me feel alive. I have achieved heaps in a small career. I won the 2014 Newcomer of the Year, and proved to all that I can adapt quickly. I am here for two things, first it is to make The Hall Of Fame, and secondly it is to put on a show for all those fans out there today. We all do this for them. We all put on a show for them, no matter what we say in the ring or backstage. We are here to make one of their nights in their lives a joy, and that is one thing that makes me feel good when I do this. OCW is the place to be, and I could never replace this place with any other promotion."
PerZag turns around as a door opens up, and a trolley full of more soup comes into the room from a silver door that leads to the kitchen. PerZag turns back to Richard.
"How about this for my luck? I actually get to have seconds for once, this hardly ever happens. Now, get out of here."
Richard quickly gets up, and walks away from PerZag, as PerZag watches him go.
"Man. In one year that guy has been a jobber, and then a drug user, and now a backstage talent. Man, Bob Grenier has gone and fucked him up. Oh yeah..."
PerZag looks into the camera.
"Hey, Bob. How have you been? Long time, no see. You got anymore pot that I can get off of you, I don't like Bishop's cocaine. Hate that stuff. Ok, then...Bye."
