Post by MasterEvil on Dec 3, 2012 10:18:16 GMT
Prologue
So there it was, my great debut on Adrenaline…built up as the only person who would support Jazzy…only to steal the show, with Kevin Kilbourne by my side, via driving a beer truck into the arena and toasting with Kev after he used the hose on Team Nathan. That was like four odd days ago and, to be quite honest, I spent most of it being so smashed that I can’t recall much of it. The first thing I did when I got sober was check up the match card for next week and boy was I surprised…I volunteered to help Armada Latina just for television exposure and oh my god what an aftermath. Earlier in that night I defeated some Austin Clements on the pre-show Anarchy and now, on the upcoming Adrenaline, I’m the main event. Yes, I’m teaming with Kevin Kilbourne and Calvin Harris to face off against Gods Against Men and Brutus Magnus…and yes Tom Sykes, the idiot who won and lost the briefcase in the same half hour, is the guest referee. But who gives a shit? I don’t because I’m going to be main eventing Adrenaline and I’ll make sure that it’ll be an AWESOME main event no matter how bias it may be.
MAN AGAINST GODS
The scene opens up in some kind of Catholic Church, the location of this church is unknown…but sitting in the middle of a row of benches, holding the Old Testament in his hands, is none other but Adrian Jobs. Last week this rookie made his debut as the only announced lumberjack for Jazzy but end up ending the night by driving a beer truck into the arena and join in with Kevin Kilbourne giving Team Nathan a beer bath. So now, tomorrow night, both Adrian and Kevin will main event Adrenaline as tag partners to fellow rookie Calvin against Brutus Magnus and the team collectively known as ‘Gods Against Men.’ Wearing a plain white t-shirt with blue shorts, the male seem to be reading the Testament but stopped, looked over his shoulder towards the camera recording him and began to speak.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“Everyone has their gods to believe…be them Thor, the Norse God of thunder, or Hades, the Greek God of the underworld…but on the upcoming Adrenaline I, The AWESOME One, will have to battle against a duo naming themselves ‘Gods Against Men.’ The name is actually quite amusing since it remains me so much of the Clash of the Titans film…you know film that ends with the demigod fighting Hades, as a man, and won. Could we have a repeat tomorrow night on Adrenaline? Maybe we could maybe we couldn’t but for now I’ll explain why I was reading this boring piece of literature…I was basically trying to research what a God is but, no matter how many pages I read, this piece of garbage tells me absolutely nothing but stupid life lessons that are completely irrelevant to me. So what makes a God? Who knows now, all I can tell from my dreary investigation, is that both Ryan Jackson and Alistair King are nothing like Gods. I have three valuable reasons why I declare this…one, Gods don’t rely on a Jeff Jarrett wannabe to get them worthless treasure, like the shitty looking ‘Nathan Parker World’ Championship for example. Two, Gods don’t need the backing of ‘Team Crumpets & Tea,’ a failing ‘Show-Off’ and some Britney Spears wannabe. And number three, aren’t Gods suppose to be high and mighty? Seriously, Ryan lost his Titians Championship to a midget earlier in the year…and I still don’t think I know much about this ‘Alistair King’ chap.”
Interesting to see that Adrian knows a bit about Gods of different cultures, even though Coco once stated that he wants other cultures to be just like Chicago. But when he said ‘boring piece of literature’ the male motioned towards the Old Testament, which is now in his left hand, clearly he doesn’t hold much respect towards the religions of others. But maybe this could all be just part of a promo he seems to be directing towards the ‘Gods Against Men’ tag team? Either it is or isn’t, the male wasn’t being so discreet at all with his words and nearly everyone else in the church were scowling towards him as Adrian simply continued on with his promo.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“But, even though you’re not Gods, there are some good things about you two…like the fact that you, Ryan Jackson, is currently the World Champion of this roster even though in a blink of an eye Jazzy could easily cash in her briefcase and end your reign. Don’t worry, I’m not hating for no reason…after all, you could probably kick this rookie’s ass with ease if this was an one-on-one match but guess what? This isn’t a singles match, no, this is a six man tag team match…meaning that you have to solely rely on your tag team partners to make sure that you won’t get humiliated by some kid from Chicago. And, last time I checked, when you and King last teamed up…you lost…to a retired snake and some Vince McMahon wannabe. To how can I, The AWSOME One, take you or your dopey partner seriously? It would be like Homer Simpson not touching a Duff for a month, its never gonna happen. Yes I am nothing compared to you at this very moment Ryan but don’t you see? You’re the perfect stepping stone for me and my, soon to be, AWESOME career. After I beat you tonight Ryan it’ll be the start of two paths, my rise to superstardom and your fall to being the Jack Swagger of this organisation. You don’t like it? Too bad because you, the rest and Team Nathan and Nathan Parker himself can’t do anything but watch as I, Adrian Jobs, rise to the very top.”
While speaking his words out Jobs rested his feet, which are clothed in his wrestling boots, on the headrest of the bench ahead of him, unambiguously not respecting the seats in this church. This caused more people to scowl towards him and whisper nasty comments, about the male, to themselves. But did this effect Adrian at all? Hell no it didn’t as the male placed the Testament on the seat next to him and kept his eyes on the camera, that was moving around to his front, as the self-proclaimed ‘AWESOME! One’ spoke out the rest of his words. After finishing his words the rookie looked up towards the ceiling, this caused the camera to do the same to see a brilliant piece of art that could be simplified to the stable where Baby Jesus was born with loads and loads of stars above it. It was while the lens was staring at the ceiling that Adrian began to speak yet again.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“But when one star shines to life, another star fades to black…so who will this fading star be Alistair King? Who will this fading star be? If you don’t know then let me enlighten you with some clues…when ‘Gods Against Men’ formed, which partner had to have his buddy’s backing to pin the now former World Champion? Which partner failed to leave Adrenaline, of a few weeks ago, as the new World Champion? And which partner possess quite a similar first name to the former Universal Champion? If your skull is too thick to compute these clues then allow me to spell out the answer…why owe you…YOU! When I raise you will fall Alistair for one simple reason…without your ‘Gods Against Men’ partner, just who the hell are you? I know that I’ve only just debuted last week but, as individuals, what exactly separates me from you? Nothing…actually, there is perhaps one thing. I am actually smart enough to not sign my life away to a bunch of Immortal wannabes for some short term gain and a list of, hidden, long term pain. So, King, prepare to be dethroned and outshone by the newest kid on the block. You might have Team Nathan but it’ll never change the fact that I am going to prove tomorrow night and that fact is that I am completely better than you Alistair. Both you and Jackson call yours ‘Gods Against Men,’ if that is the case then I am going to be the ‘Man Against Gods’…or better yet, I’ll be the twenty-first century Prometheus and take the flame of glory from you false Gods and give them to us, the real stars of Adrenaline. Don’t like it? Too bad, because I’m AWESOME!”
Confidence oozed out of rookie’s lips, as if he won the Superbowl all by himself, even though both him and Calvin Harris shall enter this match as the two most inexperienced wrestlers. Could Kevin Kilbourne’s massive experience neutralise this? The only way to know is by watching the main event of Adrenaline. Even though inexperience Adrian Jobs as been nothing short of super confident, and dangerously close to overconfident if he isn’t there already, and while each self-assured word was spoken the camera looked back down to have eye contact with the male. Adrian simply grinned after shouting out that he is ‘awesome’ and spoke up yet again.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“But like I said earlier in this promo; ‘this is a six man tag team match.’ Meaning that there have to be three people on each team…and the third man on your team is Brutus Magnus, otherwise known as the ‘Guy Who’s Three Fries Short of a Happy Meal,’ actually…now I look at it…its actually a four-on-three handicap match since your boyfriend Tom Sykes is the special guest referee. Oh, I’m sorry Brutus, I forgot that you wanted to keep that as a secret…I mean doesn’t anyone else know that you two are boyfriends? Seriously, how else do you two such fantastic chemistry in the ring? And, well, it would explain the almost orgasmic sounds that come out of your locker room whenever some innocent berk has to walk pass to reach the black curtains. Piece of advice Brutus, when going S&M with your little bitch Sykes, choose to have your locker room somewhere out of the way so nobody would notice those disturbing sounds. Not that I have anything against gays, I’m proudly bisexual, its just I swear British churches are highly against the idea of a Catholic wedding for gays. Hell, can I ask you a couple of questions about when you get married? One, who’s going to wear the white dress? And two, can I be the best man? I just love after wedding parties…”
RANDOM PERSON
“You rape little boys!!!”
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM, CHARLIEDOLL!?!”
That random person seem to have finally caught Adrian’s attention, evidenced by him snapping at the person, but after shouting out his words the rookie shrugged and looked back at the camera. His grin was missing this time, maybe that comment of raping little boys as rattled Jobs?
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“But anyway, back to serious business…I know that you are teaming with fellow Team Nathan members against three men who, discounting what me and Kevin did last week, have never teamed up before. But can you four co-exist well? I mean, what’s exactly in it for you Brutus? Its only a matter of time before Gods Against Men leapfrog you in the pecking order for a Tag team Title shot…so are you going to roll into the bed with Tom while Alister and Ryan use you both as stepping stones to Jackson being the first Triple Crown Champion in WEW history? I honestly don’t actually know the answer, and neither do I fully care about the answer, but I do know the answer to these following questions…do I, Kevin Kilbourne and Calvin Harris each have an agenda against Team Nathan? yes…can us three use these separate agendas to fight against the odds? Yes. Will I remain undefeated after tomorrow night? YES. Did was fun to help give Nathan Parker a beer bath? Of course it fucking was, but will my team win this six man tag match tomorrow night? YES! YES! YES! YES! YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!”
His words were spoken but some of the male’s conviction seem to have vanished…that was until he answered ‘yes’ to the question he asked himself. His tone began to gain more and more conviction at each ‘yes’ he said before starting to shout out that three lettered word again and again and again. This clearly was enough for the people in the church as they all began to crowd round Adrian and the camera recording him. It didn’t take long for them to usher the rookie out of the church and once the door shut behind him, the rookie glared back at the church before looking over to the camera.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“What’s their problem?”
FORMER ROOMMATE, ARVIL
“Religious people don’t normally take disrespect towards their holy building very kindly.”
Those words caused the male to spin around to see that, in a red dress that covers her from the shoulders down to her knees, is his former roommate Arvil. The male couldn’t help but wolf whistle at the sight he got and the blonde simply giggled before asking a question.
FORMER ROOMMATE, ARVIL
“What are you doing here anyway?”
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“I was shooting a promo, what about you in that dress? Had a date or something?”
FORMER ROOMMATE, ARVIL
“Had is the keyword…the guy was a complete dick who seem to want a threesome with the waiter…so I walked out on him.”
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“Was his name Charliedoll?”
FORMER ROOMMATE, ARVIL
“Who?”
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“Doesn’t matter…well, since you’ve left your date and I’ve just finished my promo…why not we go to that nice ice-cream parlour?”
FORMER ROOMMATE, ARVIL
“I guess its alright, since we’re still friends after all, but on one condition.”
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“Name it.”
FORMER ROOMMATE, ARVIL
“You’re paying for it.”
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“What!?!”
FORMER ROOMMATE, ARVIL
“Whenever I paid for our meal outs you would normally go for the most expensive thing on the menu, so now its time for my revenge.”
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“You know what? Fine, I’ll let you have this ‘revenge’…”
After having their discussion Adrian rested his left arm gently across the French Canadian’s shoulders, a light smile on both their faces. But it was when he turned around, so both of them were facing towards the nearest ice-cream parlour, that Adrian Jobs noticed that the camera was still recording them.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“What are you doing man? The promo is already over, switch that damn camera off.”
After saying his words Jobs and Arvil walked pass the camera, most likely towards the nearest ice-cream parlour, while the cameraman finally pressed the stop button on the camera. Officially putting an end to this accidentally extended promo.
Epilogue
Just arrived back home from the ice-cream parlour…man, how much ice-cream could Arvil eat!?! There goes my debut bonus…but now I’m packing my stuff before heading off to wherever Adrenaline is taking place. Am I nervous about main eventing Adrenaline first time out? Fuck yeah I’m nervous…but part of my anxiety is mixed with the feeling of desire. The desire to take a chance, the desire to say “YES!” to those who say no and the desire to run after my dream when people claim I’m just chasing illusions. Yes, I’m a rookie who’s teaming up with a fellow rookie and a two time World Championship failure against a former Tag Team Champion and a tag team possessing the ‘Nathan Parker’ World Championship. But hey I must have some promise to have been given a main event spot, even when my trainer himself said I was ‘talentless,’ even though it’s probably just Nathan trying to punish me and Kevin for our antics last week. Yet what Parker haven’t realise though is that he was practically given me a special penalty kick, miss it and I’ll fall down the ranks…score it and I could end up being THE Main Event. What if I end up getting pinned though? What if that faggot Tom Sykes decides to screw me over for his boyfriend Brutus? Pah, why am I worrying? I’m going to make the main event AWESOME!
So there it was, my great debut on Adrenaline…built up as the only person who would support Jazzy…only to steal the show, with Kevin Kilbourne by my side, via driving a beer truck into the arena and toasting with Kev after he used the hose on Team Nathan. That was like four odd days ago and, to be quite honest, I spent most of it being so smashed that I can’t recall much of it. The first thing I did when I got sober was check up the match card for next week and boy was I surprised…I volunteered to help Armada Latina just for television exposure and oh my god what an aftermath. Earlier in that night I defeated some Austin Clements on the pre-show Anarchy and now, on the upcoming Adrenaline, I’m the main event. Yes, I’m teaming with Kevin Kilbourne and Calvin Harris to face off against Gods Against Men and Brutus Magnus…and yes Tom Sykes, the idiot who won and lost the briefcase in the same half hour, is the guest referee. But who gives a shit? I don’t because I’m going to be main eventing Adrenaline and I’ll make sure that it’ll be an AWESOME main event no matter how bias it may be.
MAN AGAINST GODS
The scene opens up in some kind of Catholic Church, the location of this church is unknown…but sitting in the middle of a row of benches, holding the Old Testament in his hands, is none other but Adrian Jobs. Last week this rookie made his debut as the only announced lumberjack for Jazzy but end up ending the night by driving a beer truck into the arena and join in with Kevin Kilbourne giving Team Nathan a beer bath. So now, tomorrow night, both Adrian and Kevin will main event Adrenaline as tag partners to fellow rookie Calvin against Brutus Magnus and the team collectively known as ‘Gods Against Men.’ Wearing a plain white t-shirt with blue shorts, the male seem to be reading the Testament but stopped, looked over his shoulder towards the camera recording him and began to speak.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“Everyone has their gods to believe…be them Thor, the Norse God of thunder, or Hades, the Greek God of the underworld…but on the upcoming Adrenaline I, The AWESOME One, will have to battle against a duo naming themselves ‘Gods Against Men.’ The name is actually quite amusing since it remains me so much of the Clash of the Titans film…you know film that ends with the demigod fighting Hades, as a man, and won. Could we have a repeat tomorrow night on Adrenaline? Maybe we could maybe we couldn’t but for now I’ll explain why I was reading this boring piece of literature…I was basically trying to research what a God is but, no matter how many pages I read, this piece of garbage tells me absolutely nothing but stupid life lessons that are completely irrelevant to me. So what makes a God? Who knows now, all I can tell from my dreary investigation, is that both Ryan Jackson and Alistair King are nothing like Gods. I have three valuable reasons why I declare this…one, Gods don’t rely on a Jeff Jarrett wannabe to get them worthless treasure, like the shitty looking ‘Nathan Parker World’ Championship for example. Two, Gods don’t need the backing of ‘Team Crumpets & Tea,’ a failing ‘Show-Off’ and some Britney Spears wannabe. And number three, aren’t Gods suppose to be high and mighty? Seriously, Ryan lost his Titians Championship to a midget earlier in the year…and I still don’t think I know much about this ‘Alistair King’ chap.”
Interesting to see that Adrian knows a bit about Gods of different cultures, even though Coco once stated that he wants other cultures to be just like Chicago. But when he said ‘boring piece of literature’ the male motioned towards the Old Testament, which is now in his left hand, clearly he doesn’t hold much respect towards the religions of others. But maybe this could all be just part of a promo he seems to be directing towards the ‘Gods Against Men’ tag team? Either it is or isn’t, the male wasn’t being so discreet at all with his words and nearly everyone else in the church were scowling towards him as Adrian simply continued on with his promo.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“But, even though you’re not Gods, there are some good things about you two…like the fact that you, Ryan Jackson, is currently the World Champion of this roster even though in a blink of an eye Jazzy could easily cash in her briefcase and end your reign. Don’t worry, I’m not hating for no reason…after all, you could probably kick this rookie’s ass with ease if this was an one-on-one match but guess what? This isn’t a singles match, no, this is a six man tag team match…meaning that you have to solely rely on your tag team partners to make sure that you won’t get humiliated by some kid from Chicago. And, last time I checked, when you and King last teamed up…you lost…to a retired snake and some Vince McMahon wannabe. To how can I, The AWSOME One, take you or your dopey partner seriously? It would be like Homer Simpson not touching a Duff for a month, its never gonna happen. Yes I am nothing compared to you at this very moment Ryan but don’t you see? You’re the perfect stepping stone for me and my, soon to be, AWESOME career. After I beat you tonight Ryan it’ll be the start of two paths, my rise to superstardom and your fall to being the Jack Swagger of this organisation. You don’t like it? Too bad because you, the rest and Team Nathan and Nathan Parker himself can’t do anything but watch as I, Adrian Jobs, rise to the very top.”
While speaking his words out Jobs rested his feet, which are clothed in his wrestling boots, on the headrest of the bench ahead of him, unambiguously not respecting the seats in this church. This caused more people to scowl towards him and whisper nasty comments, about the male, to themselves. But did this effect Adrian at all? Hell no it didn’t as the male placed the Testament on the seat next to him and kept his eyes on the camera, that was moving around to his front, as the self-proclaimed ‘AWESOME! One’ spoke out the rest of his words. After finishing his words the rookie looked up towards the ceiling, this caused the camera to do the same to see a brilliant piece of art that could be simplified to the stable where Baby Jesus was born with loads and loads of stars above it. It was while the lens was staring at the ceiling that Adrian began to speak yet again.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“But when one star shines to life, another star fades to black…so who will this fading star be Alistair King? Who will this fading star be? If you don’t know then let me enlighten you with some clues…when ‘Gods Against Men’ formed, which partner had to have his buddy’s backing to pin the now former World Champion? Which partner failed to leave Adrenaline, of a few weeks ago, as the new World Champion? And which partner possess quite a similar first name to the former Universal Champion? If your skull is too thick to compute these clues then allow me to spell out the answer…why owe you…YOU! When I raise you will fall Alistair for one simple reason…without your ‘Gods Against Men’ partner, just who the hell are you? I know that I’ve only just debuted last week but, as individuals, what exactly separates me from you? Nothing…actually, there is perhaps one thing. I am actually smart enough to not sign my life away to a bunch of Immortal wannabes for some short term gain and a list of, hidden, long term pain. So, King, prepare to be dethroned and outshone by the newest kid on the block. You might have Team Nathan but it’ll never change the fact that I am going to prove tomorrow night and that fact is that I am completely better than you Alistair. Both you and Jackson call yours ‘Gods Against Men,’ if that is the case then I am going to be the ‘Man Against Gods’…or better yet, I’ll be the twenty-first century Prometheus and take the flame of glory from you false Gods and give them to us, the real stars of Adrenaline. Don’t like it? Too bad, because I’m AWESOME!”
Confidence oozed out of rookie’s lips, as if he won the Superbowl all by himself, even though both him and Calvin Harris shall enter this match as the two most inexperienced wrestlers. Could Kevin Kilbourne’s massive experience neutralise this? The only way to know is by watching the main event of Adrenaline. Even though inexperience Adrian Jobs as been nothing short of super confident, and dangerously close to overconfident if he isn’t there already, and while each self-assured word was spoken the camera looked back down to have eye contact with the male. Adrian simply grinned after shouting out that he is ‘awesome’ and spoke up yet again.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“But like I said earlier in this promo; ‘this is a six man tag team match.’ Meaning that there have to be three people on each team…and the third man on your team is Brutus Magnus, otherwise known as the ‘Guy Who’s Three Fries Short of a Happy Meal,’ actually…now I look at it…its actually a four-on-three handicap match since your boyfriend Tom Sykes is the special guest referee. Oh, I’m sorry Brutus, I forgot that you wanted to keep that as a secret…I mean doesn’t anyone else know that you two are boyfriends? Seriously, how else do you two such fantastic chemistry in the ring? And, well, it would explain the almost orgasmic sounds that come out of your locker room whenever some innocent berk has to walk pass to reach the black curtains. Piece of advice Brutus, when going S&M with your little bitch Sykes, choose to have your locker room somewhere out of the way so nobody would notice those disturbing sounds. Not that I have anything against gays, I’m proudly bisexual, its just I swear British churches are highly against the idea of a Catholic wedding for gays. Hell, can I ask you a couple of questions about when you get married? One, who’s going to wear the white dress? And two, can I be the best man? I just love after wedding parties…”
RANDOM PERSON
“You rape little boys!!!”
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM, CHARLIEDOLL!?!”
That random person seem to have finally caught Adrian’s attention, evidenced by him snapping at the person, but after shouting out his words the rookie shrugged and looked back at the camera. His grin was missing this time, maybe that comment of raping little boys as rattled Jobs?
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“But anyway, back to serious business…I know that you are teaming with fellow Team Nathan members against three men who, discounting what me and Kevin did last week, have never teamed up before. But can you four co-exist well? I mean, what’s exactly in it for you Brutus? Its only a matter of time before Gods Against Men leapfrog you in the pecking order for a Tag team Title shot…so are you going to roll into the bed with Tom while Alister and Ryan use you both as stepping stones to Jackson being the first Triple Crown Champion in WEW history? I honestly don’t actually know the answer, and neither do I fully care about the answer, but I do know the answer to these following questions…do I, Kevin Kilbourne and Calvin Harris each have an agenda against Team Nathan? yes…can us three use these separate agendas to fight against the odds? Yes. Will I remain undefeated after tomorrow night? YES. Did was fun to help give Nathan Parker a beer bath? Of course it fucking was, but will my team win this six man tag match tomorrow night? YES! YES! YES! YES! YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!”
His words were spoken but some of the male’s conviction seem to have vanished…that was until he answered ‘yes’ to the question he asked himself. His tone began to gain more and more conviction at each ‘yes’ he said before starting to shout out that three lettered word again and again and again. This clearly was enough for the people in the church as they all began to crowd round Adrian and the camera recording him. It didn’t take long for them to usher the rookie out of the church and once the door shut behind him, the rookie glared back at the church before looking over to the camera.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“What’s their problem?”
FORMER ROOMMATE, ARVIL
“Religious people don’t normally take disrespect towards their holy building very kindly.”
Those words caused the male to spin around to see that, in a red dress that covers her from the shoulders down to her knees, is his former roommate Arvil. The male couldn’t help but wolf whistle at the sight he got and the blonde simply giggled before asking a question.
FORMER ROOMMATE, ARVIL
“What are you doing here anyway?”
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“I was shooting a promo, what about you in that dress? Had a date or something?”
FORMER ROOMMATE, ARVIL
“Had is the keyword…the guy was a complete dick who seem to want a threesome with the waiter…so I walked out on him.”
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“Was his name Charliedoll?”
FORMER ROOMMATE, ARVIL
“Who?”
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“Doesn’t matter…well, since you’ve left your date and I’ve just finished my promo…why not we go to that nice ice-cream parlour?”
FORMER ROOMMATE, ARVIL
“I guess its alright, since we’re still friends after all, but on one condition.”
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“Name it.”
FORMER ROOMMATE, ARVIL
“You’re paying for it.”
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“What!?!”
FORMER ROOMMATE, ARVIL
“Whenever I paid for our meal outs you would normally go for the most expensive thing on the menu, so now its time for my revenge.”
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“You know what? Fine, I’ll let you have this ‘revenge’…”
After having their discussion Adrian rested his left arm gently across the French Canadian’s shoulders, a light smile on both their faces. But it was when he turned around, so both of them were facing towards the nearest ice-cream parlour, that Adrian Jobs noticed that the camera was still recording them.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“What are you doing man? The promo is already over, switch that damn camera off.”
After saying his words Jobs and Arvil walked pass the camera, most likely towards the nearest ice-cream parlour, while the cameraman finally pressed the stop button on the camera. Officially putting an end to this accidentally extended promo.
Epilogue
Just arrived back home from the ice-cream parlour…man, how much ice-cream could Arvil eat!?! There goes my debut bonus…but now I’m packing my stuff before heading off to wherever Adrenaline is taking place. Am I nervous about main eventing Adrenaline first time out? Fuck yeah I’m nervous…but part of my anxiety is mixed with the feeling of desire. The desire to take a chance, the desire to say “YES!” to those who say no and the desire to run after my dream when people claim I’m just chasing illusions. Yes, I’m a rookie who’s teaming up with a fellow rookie and a two time World Championship failure against a former Tag Team Champion and a tag team possessing the ‘Nathan Parker’ World Championship. But hey I must have some promise to have been given a main event spot, even when my trainer himself said I was ‘talentless,’ even though it’s probably just Nathan trying to punish me and Kevin for our antics last week. Yet what Parker haven’t realise though is that he was practically given me a special penalty kick, miss it and I’ll fall down the ranks…score it and I could end up being THE Main Event. What if I end up getting pinned though? What if that faggot Tom Sykes decides to screw me over for his boyfriend Brutus? Pah, why am I worrying? I’m going to make the main event AWESOME!