Post by Dollface on Nov 5, 2015 17:06:12 GMT -5
A special release of footage from Pure Class Wrestling's second annual All Hallow's Eve special! Caught by a staff member as they reviewed the camera feeds for anything of note, it's now being placed here for your viewing!
The scene opens, back in the PCW corridors, a static camera focused on none other than Michael "Mr. Showtime" Wryght, surrounded by press. As he nods, smiles, and fires back witty quips to their questions, a pink haired beauty (somewhat the worse for wear) waits on the sidelines. A few moments later, Showtime's handler steps forward to redirect the press, allowing Wryght to make his escape - well, almost.
"Wait up!"
Showtime turns around, suit coat slung over one shoulder like a GQ model, cocky expression firmly in place.
"We got the pumpkin, we got the candy. Don't even try it, Kelli."
Biting her lip she shakes her head, stepping closer. "It's not the candy I want. I want something else."
Wryght lifts an eyebrow, looking her up and down. "You're hardly the first to offer, but certainly the most... colorful. Thanks, but I'll pass."
Cheeks reddening, Kelli frowns. "I just want to TALK to you."
Wryght sneers. "I tried that, remember?"
"It's not my fault! Sadistic told me you were just trying to play tricks on me, and I - well, I knew him better at that point so I -"
"He had you brainwashed so you believed him."
A mixture of shame and relief crosses her features. "Yeah, pretty much. I wanted to say I'm sorry. And I wanted to say I want to help."
"Well, I can always use another voice at the call centers for my campaign - or you could go door to door with brochures, so -"
Kelli stamps her foot in annoyance. "NO! I mean with the Black Hand and whatever it is you're trying to do! You offered HELP before."
An unreadable emotion flickers behind his eyes as his gaze snaps to the camera and back to Kelli, his charming smile shining more brightly than ever.
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, Staronova. Why would I want to ruin the unprecedented hold we have on PCW? I'm running for President of the United States, I'm a member of an organization with rich history that's a testament to it's virtues, and I just won a whole lot of candy."
Kelli reaches out, grabbing him by the forearm. "You don't understand, I think we can really DO something about this!"
He jerks his arm away, her grasp breaking easily. "What do you even hope to do here? You're involved with a psychotic magician who just changed face in front of the entire PCW Arena - and that's AFTER he tried to crucify me in the middle of a wrestling ring!"
"I don't know what's wrong with him, but I know that I can help keep him calmer. Please just -"
"Enough, Kelli. I don't have time for your dreamland fantasies. This is reality."
He brushes past her and continues towards the parking bays, his entourage following in his wake as Kelli flattens herself against the wall to avoid them. Only the final static camera before he exits the Arena catches the look of indecision on his face.
