Post by Deleted on May 18, 2006 15:44:21 GMT -5
The camera turns on in a concealed location. In a rare course of action, Al Laiman has the intention of responding to a PCW superstar who has foolishly spoken about someone he doesn't know too well. Laiman, dressed in a business suit, looks towards the PCW camera.
"Non Compos Mentis, you're somewhere down on the level of the totem pole that I only happen to take a gander at when I have nothing better to do. It's interesting that you can even use the word 'champion' to describe yourself, considering even the rookie from one of my federations took your ass out in one of the only matches he even had here. Kri Delastano had as much experience as a three-year-old in a spelling bee, and he made you look like the fool you are. Fool; now why would I use such a word to describe you? There are many reasons, I suppose..."
"Let's get something straight NCM, do you know why I'm managing wrestlers? I'm only 26-years-old, so there's a damn good chance that it isn't because I'm past my prime and can't hack it anymore! In ten years in this business, I've achieved things that you couldn't even begin to imagine. The North American championship seems to be the glass ceiling for you, big guy, so before you go running your mouth about someone who's beyond the next league above you, maybe it'd be well advised to clear the cloud of ignorance around your head and do a little research. Maybe it'd be a good idea to look up what happens when people get on my nerves and say the wrong thing."
"NEWSFLASH, NCM... Geno was not my pet project. Geno was a guy way past his prime who obviously didn't care as much about the business as he used to. I'm not a miracle worker; I can only help those who actually let me. You use this, while you should be noting the resume that's longer than the last Christmas list you sent to Santa, little boy. Your intention is to create a dark age in PCW? What are you going to do, bore us all to sleep with your ignorant, mindless musings about absolutely nothing relevant? That's about the most intimidating factor anyone can think of to describe you, and that is why my client will make an example of you... And if by some chance he doesn't, make no mistake about it, I WILL."
"I see a world of potential in young Kyle Time, and I fully intend to bring the best out of him, especially in a place where halfwitted fucktards like NCM run amok thinking they actually matter to someone. So you've got yourself a little title belt? Whoop-de-doo, who doesn't anymore? North American title, International title, Genesis title... Who really gives a damn? The only title that means anything is the World title, and I'd say the first step you'd have to take to be anywhere near that one is to not suck so damn much. Work on that a little bit and maybe someone will care, big guy."
"The truth is a virus, NCM... In this case, one that's lay dormant for many years, and comes to a silent life before you even have any idea what's going on. Slowly destroying your brain from the inside, and by the time you realize it, it's too late. Don't start battles that you won't be able to win, NCM... Keep talking, and you'll see exactly what I mean. I generally don't like sinking down to a level where I actually have to listen to someone like you talk for more than ten seconds, but if it's what's necessary to get you to shut your little mouth, I'll be more than happy to comply. Take care, pumpkin. Give my regards to your teacher when you get back from recess."
The scene closes.