Post by Veiga on Sept 15, 2018 19:54:41 GMT -5
Following the controversial news of his supposed departure, the press and the photography crew under contract with OCW were called up at 3 PM Today to attend a press conference that was called for by Axel Veiga..
The cameras click, flash and snap away at the white-suited Axel Veiga walks on to the podium that's been created in front of the sheet of sponsors behind him. He is very visibly chewing on a piece of gum as the sunglasses add to his asshole-ish look for tonight. Some of the journalists and reporters have already begun shouting questions at him, but the questions are not answered whatsoever. Axel takes a quick look over his glasses and shakes his head with a displeased expression before he reaches out and pulls the chair back. He takes a quick look at it before kicking it away.
VEIGA: "Give me a good fucking chair, now. You! Give me your chair!"
Veiga points to one of the reports who does indeed have a far more comfortable looking chair. As it's handed to him, Axel yanks it out of the hands of the staff member as he falls over the cables in front of him. Axel looks almost perplexed but more by the sheer stupidity rather than apologetic. Nonetheless, the chair is put down in front of the mic as Axel sits down it and proceeds to unclip the microphone to hold it with his own two hands.
VEIGA: "What I should make clear from the very start, right now, is that I did not come here to answer any of your questions or any of your bullshit. After the events Mayhem, I have come to the conclusion that this company is actively going out of it's way to fuck me over as often as it can. From referees to the management in the back, changing stipulations or what's on the line because someone else is in charge... That is why I have decided to temporarily step down as an active wrestler on the OCW roster."
Tones of surprise come from the crowd in front of Veiga. However, it is clear that he has more to say.
VEIGA: "However, the ink on my contract is fresh. Far too fresh and lucrative to be abandoned at the drop of a hat. And OCW finds me to me far too valuable to drop me. So, I've decided that I will continue working under OCW as a manager. My contract will be reworked into this manner. However. This leaves one contract open. Ladies and gentlemen, OCW is proud to announce the signing of a new wrestler. The wrestler I, Axel Veiga, will be exclusively managing from here on out..."
An unfamiliar face appears on the podium, carrying a title belt with him and is wearing a suit much like the man doing the talking. Axel Veiga's expression goes from neutral to... somewhat displeased as he takes off his glasses and proceeds to frown from there on. His gaze is set on the title belt over the new individual's shoulder. He shakes his head however and turns to the audience as he stands up.
VEIGA: "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, JEEETHROOOOO... VEEEEIIIGAAAAAAAAA!"
The cameras click, flash and snap away at the white-suited Axel Veiga walks on to the podium that's been created in front of the sheet of sponsors behind him. He is very visibly chewing on a piece of gum as the sunglasses add to his asshole-ish look for tonight. Some of the journalists and reporters have already begun shouting questions at him, but the questions are not answered whatsoever. Axel takes a quick look over his glasses and shakes his head with a displeased expression before he reaches out and pulls the chair back. He takes a quick look at it before kicking it away.
VEIGA: "Give me a good fucking chair, now. You! Give me your chair!"
Veiga points to one of the reports who does indeed have a far more comfortable looking chair. As it's handed to him, Axel yanks it out of the hands of the staff member as he falls over the cables in front of him. Axel looks almost perplexed but more by the sheer stupidity rather than apologetic. Nonetheless, the chair is put down in front of the mic as Axel sits down it and proceeds to unclip the microphone to hold it with his own two hands.
VEIGA: "What I should make clear from the very start, right now, is that I did not come here to answer any of your questions or any of your bullshit. After the events Mayhem, I have come to the conclusion that this company is actively going out of it's way to fuck me over as often as it can. From referees to the management in the back, changing stipulations or what's on the line because someone else is in charge... That is why I have decided to temporarily step down as an active wrestler on the OCW roster."
Tones of surprise come from the crowd in front of Veiga. However, it is clear that he has more to say.
VEIGA: "However, the ink on my contract is fresh. Far too fresh and lucrative to be abandoned at the drop of a hat. And OCW finds me to me far too valuable to drop me. So, I've decided that I will continue working under OCW as a manager. My contract will be reworked into this manner. However. This leaves one contract open. Ladies and gentlemen, OCW is proud to announce the signing of a new wrestler. The wrestler I, Axel Veiga, will be exclusively managing from here on out..."
An unfamiliar face appears on the podium, carrying a title belt with him and is wearing a suit much like the man doing the talking. Axel Veiga's expression goes from neutral to... somewhat displeased as he takes off his glasses and proceeds to frown from there on. His gaze is set on the title belt over the new individual's shoulder. He shakes his head however and turns to the audience as he stands up.
VEIGA: "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, JEEETHROOOOO... VEEEEIIIGAAAAAAAAA!"
The man now recognized as Jethro looks somewhat puzzled for a moment, but then raises his arm. But it just so happens that it's the arm that the title belt is draped over. It drops to the floor and it appears the main plate... shatters? The plastic spreads over the podium but the two try their best to ignore the awkwardness.
JETHRO: "H-Heyd.. I mean, Howdy all!"
JETHRO: "H-Heyd.. I mean, Howdy all!"
Clearly, the new signee for OCW is a little bit surprised by the amount of flashes that begin to blur his eyesight as with each flash comes paired with an almost spastic move that further clay his face into an almost hurt expression
JETHRO: "Ah, jeez-lou-fuck my hell! Stop your black magic crap!"
Jethro begins to cover his eyes while Veiga begins speaking over the microphone that Jethro has refused to acknowledge.
JETHRO: "Ah, jeez-lou-fuck my hell! Stop your black magic crap!"
Jethro begins to cover his eyes while Veiga begins speaking over the microphone that Jethro has refused to acknowledge.
VEIGA: "Jethro Veiga, my long lost brother. The man who dropped out of primary school to focus on fighting. Admittedly what may stand in--"
JETHRO: "Ah, yeah, uh, hey... Axel? You guys never lost me. Y'all just never knew I existed..."
Jethro tried to it quietly pass the message on but the microphone was sensitive enough to pick the words up, as Axel fails to come up with a new sentence to speak. Instead, he puts down the microphone and raises the arm of his brother. He quickly lowers it once he realizes that doing this just caused a tear in the suit of Jethro, who seems clueless to this.
The flashes rain wild once again as Jethro quickly turns around and walks off the podium. Axel does not mind however, he soaks all the attention in.
Jethro tried to it quietly pass the message on but the microphone was sensitive enough to pick the words up, as Axel fails to come up with a new sentence to speak. Instead, he puts down the microphone and raises the arm of his brother. He quickly lowers it once he realizes that doing this just caused a tear in the suit of Jethro, who seems clueless to this.
The flashes rain wild once again as Jethro quickly turns around and walks off the podium. Axel does not mind however, he soaks all the attention in.
