Post by Mr. Showtime on Mar 14, 2016 21:19:45 GMT -5
On his first live streaming webcast, “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght sat square to the camera with his hands folded in front of him. There’s a picture of Washington crossing the Delaware River that hung behind him and an American flag over his left shoulder. He looked down at the papers in front of him one last time and tapped them on the desk to make sure they all aligned. Somewhere off camera a staff member started the countdown and motioned to Showtime to begin.
“My fellow Americans. As you are all aware I am Michael Wryght, Independent candidate for the Presidency of the United States. I stand on the platform that running a two party system is undemocratic. To think that there are only two ways of thinking about something is asinine. The fact of the matter is there are a lot of grey in all matters that face the common day Americans. It’s also a fact that most Americans fall into this grey area. So much so that it is at times difficult for them to choose a candidate.
But I must plead with you to see the destruction some of you are bringing upon this country. What started out as a joke has now gone too far. I do understand that we as Americans need someone that is not in the pockets of big business and speaks for the common man. The time is now to look away from Washington to find a candidate suitable to run this country the way it should be run, but Donald Trump? Donald Trump cannot become the Republican nomination. Can’t you identify a racist, narcissistic bigot when you see one?
I understand we are jaded. I also understand that this would be a message to the political big wigs that we will not play their game any longer. In theory, this why Mr. Trump seems the perfect candidate to slap the Republican Party in the face. But stop and think about your actions. This is a man that has been lying to the American people for years. Someone that isn’t running on a sound platform and will bring the destruction of everything we hold dear. The United Kingdom even said that they wouldn’t recognize him if he were to become President. Our closest allies are warning us about the path of destruction that we are on. Please heed the warnings.
Personally I think I am the best person for this position. I came up from low means and rose to stardom. I am a good businessman, entertainer and all around good human being. Not one of these things can be said about Mr. Trump. Please I am imploring you to see reason. Regardless what you think about Cruz and Rubio, know that they actually have plans in place. They have stayed strong on their issues and haven’t waiver at every given chance. Even if you don’t agree that I am the right choice, please turn to other means. It is up to you.
What you are seeing is my first live streaming webcast. I have decided that there is a lot of unnecessary travel involved in running for president in this day and age. We are already well engrossed in the digital age and it is about time our leaders begin to act that way. Based on the numbers we’ve been crunching throughout my campaign, of we were to cut out fifty percent of my travel I will actually be able to give some of my campaign contributions back. Once my campaign is finished I will hold a poll to decide to which charity will receive any remaining funds.
Please think about what is best for not only you, but the country as a whole. Today we have a responsibility to our children and our children’s children. Do not flush this country down the toilet because you are frustrated with the establishment. That is why you are given your chance to vote. That is why this fall you need to make the right choice, Michael Wryght.
Thank you.”
Michael Wryght rose from his seat and pulled the pieces of his microphone off of him. He was clearly frustrated and slammed the components down in a fury. Members of his campaign staff just looked on as he walked off into the private office they set up for him. He slammed the door and threw his suit jacket on a hook. He pulled open his desk drawer and withdrew a bottle of vintage scotch. He had been falling into his old drinking ways, but he didn’t care any longer. He hated that his great idea was twisted in such a way that cause him to only slander another candidate.
He took down a harsh gulp and refilled his glass. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe everything that he said out there but this wasn’t the campaign that he wanted to run. He wanted to stand on his own two feet rather than ride the coat tails of bashing a moron.
“He’s a fucking cartoon character,” he growled before taking another gulp of scotch. He refilled and began to glare at his beverage. He knew what that script meant and he hated every moment of it. He went to down his third glass in less than ten minutes, but the burning scent of tobacco stopped him.
“You did good out there,” came the harsh voice of the cigarette smoking man. All Showtime knew about him was that he was a member of The Black Hand. He was probably in deep with some of the leadership if he had been tasked with keeping Showtime in check, but that wouldn’t help him at all at this time.
“Eat shit!”
“Now that isn’t very presidential, now is it?”
“The Black Hand was never planning on making me President were they? The way that I see it is that you only have me out here to stop the Donald from winning it and ruining the country. You would have us go back into the political machine that creates one bad candidate after another. Nothing is going to change with people like you calling the shots.”
“We cannot make you President, Mr. Wryght. That is up to you.”
“When you make me make speeches like that you sure as hell aren’t helping me. What I should be doing is focusing my time with Pure Class Wrestling, and a match that I have coming up against a deceivingly good opponent. No one may believe in him, but I can decipher the fire in a competitors eyes when I see it. Smith has been known to throw an upset time and again, and while I dick around here at campaign head quarters he’s probably out there training somewhere.”
“Mr. Wryght, you clearly have nothing to worry about.”
“Don’t I? You know underestimating people is exactly the reason that I am here right now. It’s the reason that I had to go out there and plead with the American public not to elect the anti-Christ. All because the people that are supposed to be running this country fell asleep at the wheel. Now I’m sent out here for what? To steal some votes away from Trump so Hilary or Bernie can steal the election. That doesn’t really sit that well with me, you know? It just seems to me that The Black Hand is just using me again for their gains.”
“See it as you will Mr. Wryght, but know that if you win the election that would be the greatest victory that The Black Hand has ever seen. We could help transform the world and bring in the dawn of a new future. But do you really think that you are the right man for that job? You have no political experience and weren’t planning on running until we forced you to. You didn’t even make the decision. We announced your campaign without telling you. Have you asked yourself if you even want this position?”
“I ask myself that question every day,” growled Showtime as he glared at the cigarette smoking man as he lit his third bud.
“Well what was the answer, if you have to ask everyday?”
Showtime downed his glass of scotch as a response and looked the man dead in the eyes before he said, “Get the hell out of here.”
“That’s what I figured. Maybe you should think about what you want before you start coming at the Hand in this manner. We support you and we know that you support us, even if you don’t like it. Have your temper tantrum and maybe with a clear head you will realize that you are and always have been working for the greater good.”
With that the man vanished into the darkness. Showtime didn’t know how they came and went with no trace, but didn’t care. He poured himself another glass of scotch and just stared at it. He didn’t really know what the world held for him at this point. Half of his friends had left his side leaving only Phinehas behind to help mend Pure Class Wrestling.
He honestly didn’t know what he wanted. He always thought of the opportunity to be President as a burden. Something that he had to do in to fulfill some destiny placed in front of him. He resented it, up to the point where he came to realize that it was all some sort of ruse. Did they never mean to help him to the Presidency? Or was this some tactic to make Showtime think that it was his idea to take this seriously in the first place? The Black Hand was diabolical if nothing else.
These were all long-term answers he needed to figure out quickly. In the meantime he knew that he had other presidential business to attend to. He had been on a fury of signing new talent to the roster of Pure Class Wrestling and Crazy Boy would be no walk in the park. Sure Showtime was the favorite, but that meant nothing when it came to the ultimate outcome. Sometimes wanting it more was enough.
At the end of the day Showtime was lost and didn’t know what he wanted; except the rest of that bottle of scotch. He knew deep down inside of him that was exactly what the doctor ordered. Though he knew that still inside of him hide something he tried to lock away. The booze was always a conduit to the darker poisons inside of him. But he figured, fuck it how could it get worse…
“My fellow Americans. As you are all aware I am Michael Wryght, Independent candidate for the Presidency of the United States. I stand on the platform that running a two party system is undemocratic. To think that there are only two ways of thinking about something is asinine. The fact of the matter is there are a lot of grey in all matters that face the common day Americans. It’s also a fact that most Americans fall into this grey area. So much so that it is at times difficult for them to choose a candidate.
But I must plead with you to see the destruction some of you are bringing upon this country. What started out as a joke has now gone too far. I do understand that we as Americans need someone that is not in the pockets of big business and speaks for the common man. The time is now to look away from Washington to find a candidate suitable to run this country the way it should be run, but Donald Trump? Donald Trump cannot become the Republican nomination. Can’t you identify a racist, narcissistic bigot when you see one?
I understand we are jaded. I also understand that this would be a message to the political big wigs that we will not play their game any longer. In theory, this why Mr. Trump seems the perfect candidate to slap the Republican Party in the face. But stop and think about your actions. This is a man that has been lying to the American people for years. Someone that isn’t running on a sound platform and will bring the destruction of everything we hold dear. The United Kingdom even said that they wouldn’t recognize him if he were to become President. Our closest allies are warning us about the path of destruction that we are on. Please heed the warnings.
Personally I think I am the best person for this position. I came up from low means and rose to stardom. I am a good businessman, entertainer and all around good human being. Not one of these things can be said about Mr. Trump. Please I am imploring you to see reason. Regardless what you think about Cruz and Rubio, know that they actually have plans in place. They have stayed strong on their issues and haven’t waiver at every given chance. Even if you don’t agree that I am the right choice, please turn to other means. It is up to you.
What you are seeing is my first live streaming webcast. I have decided that there is a lot of unnecessary travel involved in running for president in this day and age. We are already well engrossed in the digital age and it is about time our leaders begin to act that way. Based on the numbers we’ve been crunching throughout my campaign, of we were to cut out fifty percent of my travel I will actually be able to give some of my campaign contributions back. Once my campaign is finished I will hold a poll to decide to which charity will receive any remaining funds.
Please think about what is best for not only you, but the country as a whole. Today we have a responsibility to our children and our children’s children. Do not flush this country down the toilet because you are frustrated with the establishment. That is why you are given your chance to vote. That is why this fall you need to make the right choice, Michael Wryght.
Thank you.”
Michael Wryght rose from his seat and pulled the pieces of his microphone off of him. He was clearly frustrated and slammed the components down in a fury. Members of his campaign staff just looked on as he walked off into the private office they set up for him. He slammed the door and threw his suit jacket on a hook. He pulled open his desk drawer and withdrew a bottle of vintage scotch. He had been falling into his old drinking ways, but he didn’t care any longer. He hated that his great idea was twisted in such a way that cause him to only slander another candidate.
He took down a harsh gulp and refilled his glass. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe everything that he said out there but this wasn’t the campaign that he wanted to run. He wanted to stand on his own two feet rather than ride the coat tails of bashing a moron.
“He’s a fucking cartoon character,” he growled before taking another gulp of scotch. He refilled and began to glare at his beverage. He knew what that script meant and he hated every moment of it. He went to down his third glass in less than ten minutes, but the burning scent of tobacco stopped him.
“You did good out there,” came the harsh voice of the cigarette smoking man. All Showtime knew about him was that he was a member of The Black Hand. He was probably in deep with some of the leadership if he had been tasked with keeping Showtime in check, but that wouldn’t help him at all at this time.
“Eat shit!”
“Now that isn’t very presidential, now is it?”
“The Black Hand was never planning on making me President were they? The way that I see it is that you only have me out here to stop the Donald from winning it and ruining the country. You would have us go back into the political machine that creates one bad candidate after another. Nothing is going to change with people like you calling the shots.”
“We cannot make you President, Mr. Wryght. That is up to you.”
“When you make me make speeches like that you sure as hell aren’t helping me. What I should be doing is focusing my time with Pure Class Wrestling, and a match that I have coming up against a deceivingly good opponent. No one may believe in him, but I can decipher the fire in a competitors eyes when I see it. Smith has been known to throw an upset time and again, and while I dick around here at campaign head quarters he’s probably out there training somewhere.”
“Mr. Wryght, you clearly have nothing to worry about.”
“Don’t I? You know underestimating people is exactly the reason that I am here right now. It’s the reason that I had to go out there and plead with the American public not to elect the anti-Christ. All because the people that are supposed to be running this country fell asleep at the wheel. Now I’m sent out here for what? To steal some votes away from Trump so Hilary or Bernie can steal the election. That doesn’t really sit that well with me, you know? It just seems to me that The Black Hand is just using me again for their gains.”
“See it as you will Mr. Wryght, but know that if you win the election that would be the greatest victory that The Black Hand has ever seen. We could help transform the world and bring in the dawn of a new future. But do you really think that you are the right man for that job? You have no political experience and weren’t planning on running until we forced you to. You didn’t even make the decision. We announced your campaign without telling you. Have you asked yourself if you even want this position?”
“I ask myself that question every day,” growled Showtime as he glared at the cigarette smoking man as he lit his third bud.
“Well what was the answer, if you have to ask everyday?”
Showtime downed his glass of scotch as a response and looked the man dead in the eyes before he said, “Get the hell out of here.”
“That’s what I figured. Maybe you should think about what you want before you start coming at the Hand in this manner. We support you and we know that you support us, even if you don’t like it. Have your temper tantrum and maybe with a clear head you will realize that you are and always have been working for the greater good.”
With that the man vanished into the darkness. Showtime didn’t know how they came and went with no trace, but didn’t care. He poured himself another glass of scotch and just stared at it. He didn’t really know what the world held for him at this point. Half of his friends had left his side leaving only Phinehas behind to help mend Pure Class Wrestling.
He honestly didn’t know what he wanted. He always thought of the opportunity to be President as a burden. Something that he had to do in to fulfill some destiny placed in front of him. He resented it, up to the point where he came to realize that it was all some sort of ruse. Did they never mean to help him to the Presidency? Or was this some tactic to make Showtime think that it was his idea to take this seriously in the first place? The Black Hand was diabolical if nothing else.
These were all long-term answers he needed to figure out quickly. In the meantime he knew that he had other presidential business to attend to. He had been on a fury of signing new talent to the roster of Pure Class Wrestling and Crazy Boy would be no walk in the park. Sure Showtime was the favorite, but that meant nothing when it came to the ultimate outcome. Sometimes wanting it more was enough.
At the end of the day Showtime was lost and didn’t know what he wanted; except the rest of that bottle of scotch. He knew deep down inside of him that was exactly what the doctor ordered. Though he knew that still inside of him hide something he tried to lock away. The booze was always a conduit to the darker poisons inside of him. But he figured, fuck it how could it get worse…
