Post by gravedigger on Sept 26, 2006 16:56:34 GMT -5
He sat at his desk, the tall form hunched over a keyboard typing at his computer, his eyes focusing on the bright monitor. Shadows covered his face as he typed with determination, as if what he was typing was more important then most things he knew. Indeed, it was important. Bridges were about to burn, and new ones were about to be built. The former owner of the EWWF had tried to send him a contract several days after signing with PCW, and the former owner of STW tried to contact him as well. The owner of STW had left a message, mostly about doing charity work. It was the EWWF goon that contacted him.
He recalled an event that happened years ago. He won the championship. The company placed their faith in him and allowed his shot at the World Title in EWWF to be a match he wanted. A noose match. Oh yes.. he remembered the match quite well. The champion lost the belt and for the most part... all feeling in his entire body after he was hung for an absurd amount of time. The owner had vacated the title and fired him and his friends from the company. He didn't appreciate freaks.
And so he went about doing his emails, reading over the early reports on the internet. Ah yes... fans who missed the TV Show or couldn't attend could read all about Trauma. Such a success. He smirked as he remembered hitting the Burial for the first time in a PCW ring. So sweet... so magnificant. There was nothing more enticing them doing battle in a new ring, in a new company, but with the same old personna. Some were strangers and didn't know to cheer or boo, and others were old friends, roaring away their praise. That was why he began the email he was typing. He wanted to build new bridges before burning the old. The old bridges were being burnt... were being buried because they had new uses. He didn't need the media library from EWWF anymore. He didn't need the UCW library access either. PCW was his home first and foremost. That's how it was.
And so he sent his email.
Sent To: Silence, The Voice, Grimm
From: Striker, Jason "Gravedigger"
Message:
I would like to meet you all next week at Trauma. Not in the ring as enemies but as... business partners. We all seem to have something in common. Care to know what that is? We all have something in common regarding how the public treats us or sees us. We are not normal. We are either too tall, too malevolent, too extreme, or too morbid. While some people love that we are so strange... others, especially potential opponents, love to exploit it... love to make us feel lesser. But we aren't. We are... freaks to them. And I would like to speak to you for I believe our... situations may make a beneficial deal. Please respond as soon as you can.
- GD.
He recalled an event that happened years ago. He won the championship. The company placed their faith in him and allowed his shot at the World Title in EWWF to be a match he wanted. A noose match. Oh yes.. he remembered the match quite well. The champion lost the belt and for the most part... all feeling in his entire body after he was hung for an absurd amount of time. The owner had vacated the title and fired him and his friends from the company. He didn't appreciate freaks.
And so he went about doing his emails, reading over the early reports on the internet. Ah yes... fans who missed the TV Show or couldn't attend could read all about Trauma. Such a success. He smirked as he remembered hitting the Burial for the first time in a PCW ring. So sweet... so magnificant. There was nothing more enticing them doing battle in a new ring, in a new company, but with the same old personna. Some were strangers and didn't know to cheer or boo, and others were old friends, roaring away their praise. That was why he began the email he was typing. He wanted to build new bridges before burning the old. The old bridges were being burnt... were being buried because they had new uses. He didn't need the media library from EWWF anymore. He didn't need the UCW library access either. PCW was his home first and foremost. That's how it was.
And so he sent his email.
Sent To: Silence, The Voice, Grimm
From: Striker, Jason "Gravedigger"
Message:
I would like to meet you all next week at Trauma. Not in the ring as enemies but as... business partners. We all seem to have something in common. Care to know what that is? We all have something in common regarding how the public treats us or sees us. We are not normal. We are either too tall, too malevolent, too extreme, or too morbid. While some people love that we are so strange... others, especially potential opponents, love to exploit it... love to make us feel lesser. But we aren't. We are... freaks to them. And I would like to speak to you for I believe our... situations may make a beneficial deal. Please respond as soon as you can.
- GD.