Post by Mr. Showtime on Jun 20, 2016 21:07:24 GMT -5
It was far too late for anyone to be left in the Pure Class Wrestling front offices. The wrestlers had finished up their workouts, the secretaries had finished filing the last of their paper work, and the janitorial crew had finished cleaning and the doors were locked. But the lights in the presidential office were still illuminated. It was the office that didn’t sleep.
That Pure Class Wrestling office had adopted two meanings. One for what it was truly meant for and also to act as the secondary political headquarters for “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght’s campaign. He of course had his own campaign headquarters that he was in constant contact with back in New Jersey, but he decided that he was losing too much time traveling. There was too much in the news for him to be jet setting across the east coast.
He was typing away at his computer finishing up another one of his speeches that he was going to take on the road. He knew whom his opponents were going to be now and they both always took too far to one side on their issues. To get elected he would need to tread down the middle like he had planned to from the beginning. It made him sick that the current events were being used to propel personal interests of his competition. After what had happened in Orlando he decided that he shouldn’t respond with more than his support for the victims.
That was just not something that he could do. Now this sparked the fire between racism and gun control. It baffled him that no one saw that this was an issue on both sides of those issues. Religious extremism, not just Muslims, as well has making sure that guns didn’t get into the wrong hands. He also hated the fact that most politicians were avoiding to make the LGBT angle part of the conversation. Everyone knew that a particular group of people were targeted for this heinous act and that constituted a hate crime.
Showtime had wrote that he thought it was ridiculous that it was easier to buy a weapon capable of killing hundreds of people than it was to operate an automobile. Now he has always said that he believed that people have to right to bear arms, but it is inconceivable that a man who had been on the FBI watch list was able to gain access to that type of firepower. And the audacity that some of the other candidates had to try and blame the entire Muslim religion for the act of one disturbed man ridiculous. If things didn’t change for the better more of our men, women and children will befall a similar fate.
He had to take a break because as he wrote he began to get a little over emotional. He looked up and rubbed his eyes to see that a thin cloud had begun to accumulate. The think smell of tobacco had crossed his nostrils and he said, “You know, you can’t smoke in here?”
Another large plum of smoke was exhaled and a raspy voice replied, “It’s not hurting anyone. We’re the only two left in the building.”
“Be that as it may, we have rules around here and I am the one in charge of enforcing them.”
“So it seems, thought you took a pretty interesting line of Murdoc last week.”
“I’m actually working on some bigger issues at the moment.”
“Let me guess, is it gun control or Islamic terrorism?” asked the cigarette smoking man.
“I call it religious fanaticism, and couple them with LGBT issues and you’d be right on all three accounts.”
“Well aren’t you progressive. Taking a stance on all three is a death sentence in this race. You take on all of them and then everyone will hate you for all the wrong reasons.”
“Does it matter? I’m tired of placating to the masses; I want my agendas to be my agendas. It’s time we get a candidate that actually stands behind what they are saying.”
“Oh?” said the man raising one of his eyebrows as he leaned into the light. “But we all know whose agenda you are really pushing.”
“No that’s done,” said Showtime. He put a false grin on his face to protrude confidence, but he was actually terrified for what he was about to say. “The Black Hand can do what they want. The can banish me, sabotage my campaign, pull my funding or worse.”
“They could do much worse.”
“Regardless, I am not pushing hidden agendas any longer. I will do what I think is right and if you are the organization that you claim to be; then you will be behind me every step of the way. I’m not here to destroy America or bring in a New World Order. I am here to help right the wrongs that the current political structure has put in place. This has become a place where the very banks that were bailed out at zero percent interest are making student indentured servants to ridiculous student loans.”
“So free education?”
“No I’m not saying that, but if you cannot get a good paying job without a good degree, vocational or otherwise, then itn’t should put kids into the poor house. A woman shouldn’t have to decide between pulling the plug on her husband and selling her house. Financial and medical reform shouldn’t be a life or death decision.”
“So free healthcare then?”
“No I’m not saying that either, but it can be made affordable. There are ways that we can come together as a people and do what’s right for everyone. We shouldn’t have to live in fear or put up stupid fucking walls. Liberty shouldn’t cost us our freedom it should enhance it. Our founding fathers didn’t trust the government and they were building it. It’s times like these that just proves that life long politicians are out of touch with what really matters and it should be the people that take back the control.”
“Very moving, and what it all starts with you’re silly feud with Murdoc?”
“What? No, what does he have to do with this? He’s a burden on PCW, interrupting what should be pure enjoyment for the fans; my current people. I have a responsibility to them just like I’ll have a responsibility to the American people when elected. I won’t stand for this type of havoc here nor will I allow the American people to live in fear. They may be different extremes, but they are both causing disturbances with things I love.”
“So Murdoc is a terrorist?”
“NOW YOU STOP IT RIGHT THERE! I will not have you putting words in my mouth any longer. What he does around the arena shouldn’t even be in the same sentence as the tragedies that world has seen. The world has seen too many innocent people die for you to even remotely disrespect the magnitude of these issues.”
“I don’t mean to get a rise out of you Mr. Wryght, but I am curious on where you stand. I doubt very many people will be able to have the interactions that he have here. It’s nice to see the man rather then the actor. On the camera, they many not see it, but I see how phony you are. It eats at you, and makes me laugh, but I digress. I have come here for another reason.”
“Your own hidden agenda I see.”
“Let’s call it our hidden agenda,” he replied withdrawing an envelope from his jacket pocket and handed it to Showtime. Wryght ripped it open and read over the letter.
“You have to be shitting me.”
“It’s real, I assure you.”
“Why would they agree to debate me?”
“It seems that you pose no threat, at least to one of your fellow candidates.”
“This is going to be interesting.”
“This is your one real chance, now don’t fuck it up,” said the cigarette smoking man, as he faded into the shadows and the smoke began to dissipate. Showtime looked down at his speech and realized that if he were going to do this for real then he would need to do a lot more than just write one speech.
That Pure Class Wrestling office had adopted two meanings. One for what it was truly meant for and also to act as the secondary political headquarters for “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght’s campaign. He of course had his own campaign headquarters that he was in constant contact with back in New Jersey, but he decided that he was losing too much time traveling. There was too much in the news for him to be jet setting across the east coast.
He was typing away at his computer finishing up another one of his speeches that he was going to take on the road. He knew whom his opponents were going to be now and they both always took too far to one side on their issues. To get elected he would need to tread down the middle like he had planned to from the beginning. It made him sick that the current events were being used to propel personal interests of his competition. After what had happened in Orlando he decided that he shouldn’t respond with more than his support for the victims.
That was just not something that he could do. Now this sparked the fire between racism and gun control. It baffled him that no one saw that this was an issue on both sides of those issues. Religious extremism, not just Muslims, as well has making sure that guns didn’t get into the wrong hands. He also hated the fact that most politicians were avoiding to make the LGBT angle part of the conversation. Everyone knew that a particular group of people were targeted for this heinous act and that constituted a hate crime.
Showtime had wrote that he thought it was ridiculous that it was easier to buy a weapon capable of killing hundreds of people than it was to operate an automobile. Now he has always said that he believed that people have to right to bear arms, but it is inconceivable that a man who had been on the FBI watch list was able to gain access to that type of firepower. And the audacity that some of the other candidates had to try and blame the entire Muslim religion for the act of one disturbed man ridiculous. If things didn’t change for the better more of our men, women and children will befall a similar fate.
He had to take a break because as he wrote he began to get a little over emotional. He looked up and rubbed his eyes to see that a thin cloud had begun to accumulate. The think smell of tobacco had crossed his nostrils and he said, “You know, you can’t smoke in here?”
Another large plum of smoke was exhaled and a raspy voice replied, “It’s not hurting anyone. We’re the only two left in the building.”
“Be that as it may, we have rules around here and I am the one in charge of enforcing them.”
“So it seems, thought you took a pretty interesting line of Murdoc last week.”
“I’m actually working on some bigger issues at the moment.”
“Let me guess, is it gun control or Islamic terrorism?” asked the cigarette smoking man.
“I call it religious fanaticism, and couple them with LGBT issues and you’d be right on all three accounts.”
“Well aren’t you progressive. Taking a stance on all three is a death sentence in this race. You take on all of them and then everyone will hate you for all the wrong reasons.”
“Does it matter? I’m tired of placating to the masses; I want my agendas to be my agendas. It’s time we get a candidate that actually stands behind what they are saying.”
“Oh?” said the man raising one of his eyebrows as he leaned into the light. “But we all know whose agenda you are really pushing.”
“No that’s done,” said Showtime. He put a false grin on his face to protrude confidence, but he was actually terrified for what he was about to say. “The Black Hand can do what they want. The can banish me, sabotage my campaign, pull my funding or worse.”
“They could do much worse.”
“Regardless, I am not pushing hidden agendas any longer. I will do what I think is right and if you are the organization that you claim to be; then you will be behind me every step of the way. I’m not here to destroy America or bring in a New World Order. I am here to help right the wrongs that the current political structure has put in place. This has become a place where the very banks that were bailed out at zero percent interest are making student indentured servants to ridiculous student loans.”
“So free education?”
“No I’m not saying that, but if you cannot get a good paying job without a good degree, vocational or otherwise, then itn’t should put kids into the poor house. A woman shouldn’t have to decide between pulling the plug on her husband and selling her house. Financial and medical reform shouldn’t be a life or death decision.”
“So free healthcare then?”
“No I’m not saying that either, but it can be made affordable. There are ways that we can come together as a people and do what’s right for everyone. We shouldn’t have to live in fear or put up stupid fucking walls. Liberty shouldn’t cost us our freedom it should enhance it. Our founding fathers didn’t trust the government and they were building it. It’s times like these that just proves that life long politicians are out of touch with what really matters and it should be the people that take back the control.”
“Very moving, and what it all starts with you’re silly feud with Murdoc?”
“What? No, what does he have to do with this? He’s a burden on PCW, interrupting what should be pure enjoyment for the fans; my current people. I have a responsibility to them just like I’ll have a responsibility to the American people when elected. I won’t stand for this type of havoc here nor will I allow the American people to live in fear. They may be different extremes, but they are both causing disturbances with things I love.”
“So Murdoc is a terrorist?”
“NOW YOU STOP IT RIGHT THERE! I will not have you putting words in my mouth any longer. What he does around the arena shouldn’t even be in the same sentence as the tragedies that world has seen. The world has seen too many innocent people die for you to even remotely disrespect the magnitude of these issues.”
“I don’t mean to get a rise out of you Mr. Wryght, but I am curious on where you stand. I doubt very many people will be able to have the interactions that he have here. It’s nice to see the man rather then the actor. On the camera, they many not see it, but I see how phony you are. It eats at you, and makes me laugh, but I digress. I have come here for another reason.”
“Your own hidden agenda I see.”
“Let’s call it our hidden agenda,” he replied withdrawing an envelope from his jacket pocket and handed it to Showtime. Wryght ripped it open and read over the letter.
“You have to be shitting me.”
“It’s real, I assure you.”
“Why would they agree to debate me?”
“It seems that you pose no threat, at least to one of your fellow candidates.”
“This is going to be interesting.”
“This is your one real chance, now don’t fuck it up,” said the cigarette smoking man, as he faded into the shadows and the smoke began to dissipate. Showtime looked down at his speech and realized that if he were going to do this for real then he would need to do a lot more than just write one speech.
