Post by Jack McArthur on Jan 25, 2008 8:04:32 GMT -5
Camper chair, with drink holder. Check. Australian Flag in the background. Check. Jack McArthur t-shirts, mugs, hats, poster, stacked neatly on a table. Check. Something was missing in this seat, or maybe two. Jack, made his way onto the set, with a drink in his hand. What type of drink was it? What a silly question that is. Everyone should know that there is only one drink that requires the taste that Jack likes, and the label that Jack likes. That drink is Fosters. The beer for manly men, the beer for hardcore activity, and soon the beer for champions. There was only one reason why this room was set up like this. It was for Jack to give a speech to the many Global Championship Wrestling Fans across the globe.
" Ok Jack. We are ready to go in....Three....Two....One....."
Jack counted along silently, by nodding and whispering the numbers. His attention was soon to be grabbed by Micheal, the cue card holder. God this man writing was horrible, and all over the place. Jack then bent in closer to the card, squinting his eye, trying to figure each word out. By doing this his head was out of camera view.
" Hello....GCW..viewers..........my..name..is......Jaqulas...MoRlas....."
Jack sat back into the camping chair, and it just hit him. Jack notice that his had just pronounced his name wrong on global television. What a fool. Jack stood up from his chair. Once again the viewers watch Jack's body disappeared of the camera, and this time it was his upper half.
" Jesus Christ Micheal. How did you get this job, your bloody writing is unreadable. Its all squiggles, not words. Drop the cards, and stand at the back, mate. "
Jack sat down back into the chair. Kids these days and there computers, seems that they don't have time to practice their writing skills. Well anyways, Jack got into a comfortable position in his chair.
" Alrighty, from the top again. Hello Global Championship Wrestling Fans. If you don't know who l am, then your not a Global Championship Wrestling Fan, so l have no clue why you watching this. My name is Jack McArthur, I'm 28 years of age, I am an Aussie, I love Fosters beer, I love the company of a nice fine Shelia, and l also love championships wrapped around my waist. "
" Through the past week, I was chosen out of eight people "
Jack holds up eight of his fingers.
" Count them eight, from the MayheM show to get a chance at the number one title, the Continental Heavyweight Championship. The people up top, made me team up with.....uh...l am no good with names, but anyways from now on l would call him Pete. Well the people made me team up with Pete, against another two at the MayheM House Show. My knowledge on tag team wrestling, and my history on tag team wrestling, got us through to the next round. "
" Now to the future. At the up coming Pay Per Veiw, l must participate in a elimination tournament, against three people from MayheM and 4 from LockUp. Now here is the reason why l sit here before you. I am here to issue a warning to whoever walks into the ring with me, especially you Pete. I am willing to take what ever it takes to wrap the title around my waist. Don't give yourself the idea that you have a chance against me, because you don't. Now l make my leave. "
Jack leaped out of the chair, and exited the set to the right. It seems that his had forgotten something. The something was important to him, That something was his drink. Maybe he forgot about his drink, with the topic of the title on his mind. Maybe the title was more important to him then his drink. It is to other eyes.
" Ok Jack. We are ready to go in....Three....Two....One....."
Jack counted along silently, by nodding and whispering the numbers. His attention was soon to be grabbed by Micheal, the cue card holder. God this man writing was horrible, and all over the place. Jack then bent in closer to the card, squinting his eye, trying to figure each word out. By doing this his head was out of camera view.
" Hello....GCW..viewers..........my..name..is......Jaqulas...MoRlas....."
Jack sat back into the camping chair, and it just hit him. Jack notice that his had just pronounced his name wrong on global television. What a fool. Jack stood up from his chair. Once again the viewers watch Jack's body disappeared of the camera, and this time it was his upper half.
" Jesus Christ Micheal. How did you get this job, your bloody writing is unreadable. Its all squiggles, not words. Drop the cards, and stand at the back, mate. "
Jack sat down back into the chair. Kids these days and there computers, seems that they don't have time to practice their writing skills. Well anyways, Jack got into a comfortable position in his chair.
" Alrighty, from the top again. Hello Global Championship Wrestling Fans. If you don't know who l am, then your not a Global Championship Wrestling Fan, so l have no clue why you watching this. My name is Jack McArthur, I'm 28 years of age, I am an Aussie, I love Fosters beer, I love the company of a nice fine Shelia, and l also love championships wrapped around my waist. "
" Through the past week, I was chosen out of eight people "
Jack holds up eight of his fingers.
" Count them eight, from the MayheM show to get a chance at the number one title, the Continental Heavyweight Championship. The people up top, made me team up with.....uh...l am no good with names, but anyways from now on l would call him Pete. Well the people made me team up with Pete, against another two at the MayheM House Show. My knowledge on tag team wrestling, and my history on tag team wrestling, got us through to the next round. "
" Now to the future. At the up coming Pay Per Veiw, l must participate in a elimination tournament, against three people from MayheM and 4 from LockUp. Now here is the reason why l sit here before you. I am here to issue a warning to whoever walks into the ring with me, especially you Pete. I am willing to take what ever it takes to wrap the title around my waist. Don't give yourself the idea that you have a chance against me, because you don't. Now l make my leave. "
Jack leaped out of the chair, and exited the set to the right. It seems that his had forgotten something. The something was important to him, That something was his drink. Maybe he forgot about his drink, with the topic of the title on his mind. Maybe the title was more important to him then his drink. It is to other eyes.