PCW.com Exclusive: Where's Mr. Showtime's Showmanship?
Feb 15, 2014 20:21:01 GMT -5
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Post by Kai Walters on Feb 15, 2014 20:21:01 GMT -5
Greenville, SC; February 15th, 2014: After a truly surprising match where Michael "Mr. Showtime" Wryght seemed decidedly out of character, this correspondent combed through hours of camera footage and discovered this shocking exchange. Caught on camera and released exclusively to PCW.com for the Pure Class Faithful!
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**Warning: The following footage contains adult language and graphic violence - viewer discretion is advised.**
The camera feed opens with a blank shot of one of PCW’s many back corridors, one of the static cameras in use by the arena's security team recording a dimly lit, abandoned hallway. In order to clear his head, “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght has taken to wandering the backstage area of Trauma. The walk wouldn’t escape the new residents in his mind, but at least he wouldn’t be left alone in his dressing room with them. Over and over he mentally reviews the night’s events, once again as confused as everyone else by his behavior - he did The Harvest?! He has already walked the corridors thrice over when to his enjoyment he turns a corner to find his nemesis staring blankly at him, the ceiling mounted camera capturing the back of large man with a shock of tangled orange-hued hair.
Showtime is quick to act rushing at Phinehas Grimm. He grabs the man by his collar and jacks him up against the wall in a single, authoritative display of latent strength. Strangely, Phinehas makes no effort to get away, his normally stoic features warping into a sadistic smile.
“What the hell did you do to me!?” Showtime’s rage is palpable, oozing through the images on the screen with almost tangible clarity.
“Who, me?” asks Grimm, smiling even wider, the sight of the smile alone enough to unnerve the viewers at home.
“Who the hell else would I be talking to, you sick piece of garbage?” Grimm makes no answer, that maddening grin still pasted across his features. The silence only infuriates Showtime further causing him to tighten his grip. One might think it odd that Grimm isn’t trying to defend himself, but the rage inside Showtime masks any questions. Here and now he has his rival in his clutches - and he’ll be damned to let him go.
“Tell me what you did or I swear I will…” Showtime tries to finish his sentence, but the tightly clenched jaw refuses to let any further words escape.
Coyly Grimm responds, winking playfully in Wryght's face. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Don’t play me like some fool, Phinehas -” replies Showtime. His face reddens with deepening ire, matching Grimm’s wild mane. All Showtime wants to do is throttle this man, but answers are more important.
“You're confused, Mr. Showtime.”
“Don’t. Play me. A FOOL!” Showtime repeats in a blind rage, slamming Grimm’s head into the cement wall. Again he strikes, but the only reaction is a more sadistic smile. His smugness only raises more fury causing spittle as Showtime lets out a roar of pure aggression.
“Tell me what you’ve done to me!!”
“I haven’t done anything.” replies Grimm, this final, flat denial the final straw on the back of Wryght's questionable control. Showtime's powerful muscles bunch then flex, slamming Grimm's head against the cement wall with all of his force, Grimm’s body going limp in his grasp. Knowing that now there is definitely nothing more he can get out of the man, Showtime drops him in a heap.
Staring down in disgust, anger once again crosses Wryght's face and his normally attractive features twist into an expression of almost deranged resentment. Laying a kick into the unconscious body, Wryght reaches down into the crumbled mass, grabbing Grimm’s fiery scalp and jerking him upward, wrenching his enemy’s face within inches of his own. In pure surprise Showtime realizes that the face looking back is not that of a wrestler, but of an innocent stage crewman. Some poor victim of circumstance, with red hair.
Showtime stumbles backwards in shock, muttering almost incoherently to himself. “Wh-what have I done?”
Without another second’s reflection Wryght turns and flees the scene of the crime, darting through the halls back to his dressing room. Not knowing which way is up, let alone who he is, Showtime is left alone...nothing but the gibbering voices in his mind to comfort him.
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**Warning: The following footage contains adult language and graphic violence - viewer discretion is advised.**
The camera feed opens with a blank shot of one of PCW’s many back corridors, one of the static cameras in use by the arena's security team recording a dimly lit, abandoned hallway. In order to clear his head, “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght has taken to wandering the backstage area of Trauma. The walk wouldn’t escape the new residents in his mind, but at least he wouldn’t be left alone in his dressing room with them. Over and over he mentally reviews the night’s events, once again as confused as everyone else by his behavior - he did The Harvest?! He has already walked the corridors thrice over when to his enjoyment he turns a corner to find his nemesis staring blankly at him, the ceiling mounted camera capturing the back of large man with a shock of tangled orange-hued hair.
Showtime is quick to act rushing at Phinehas Grimm. He grabs the man by his collar and jacks him up against the wall in a single, authoritative display of latent strength. Strangely, Phinehas makes no effort to get away, his normally stoic features warping into a sadistic smile.
“What the hell did you do to me!?” Showtime’s rage is palpable, oozing through the images on the screen with almost tangible clarity.
“Who, me?” asks Grimm, smiling even wider, the sight of the smile alone enough to unnerve the viewers at home.
“Who the hell else would I be talking to, you sick piece of garbage?” Grimm makes no answer, that maddening grin still pasted across his features. The silence only infuriates Showtime further causing him to tighten his grip. One might think it odd that Grimm isn’t trying to defend himself, but the rage inside Showtime masks any questions. Here and now he has his rival in his clutches - and he’ll be damned to let him go.
“Tell me what you did or I swear I will…” Showtime tries to finish his sentence, but the tightly clenched jaw refuses to let any further words escape.
Coyly Grimm responds, winking playfully in Wryght's face. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Don’t play me like some fool, Phinehas -” replies Showtime. His face reddens with deepening ire, matching Grimm’s wild mane. All Showtime wants to do is throttle this man, but answers are more important.
“You're confused, Mr. Showtime.”
“Don’t. Play me. A FOOL!” Showtime repeats in a blind rage, slamming Grimm’s head into the cement wall. Again he strikes, but the only reaction is a more sadistic smile. His smugness only raises more fury causing spittle as Showtime lets out a roar of pure aggression.
“Tell me what you’ve done to me!!”
“I haven’t done anything.” replies Grimm, this final, flat denial the final straw on the back of Wryght's questionable control. Showtime's powerful muscles bunch then flex, slamming Grimm's head against the cement wall with all of his force, Grimm’s body going limp in his grasp. Knowing that now there is definitely nothing more he can get out of the man, Showtime drops him in a heap.
Staring down in disgust, anger once again crosses Wryght's face and his normally attractive features twist into an expression of almost deranged resentment. Laying a kick into the unconscious body, Wryght reaches down into the crumbled mass, grabbing Grimm’s fiery scalp and jerking him upward, wrenching his enemy’s face within inches of his own. In pure surprise Showtime realizes that the face looking back is not that of a wrestler, but of an innocent stage crewman. Some poor victim of circumstance, with red hair.
Showtime stumbles backwards in shock, muttering almost incoherently to himself. “Wh-what have I done?”
Without another second’s reflection Wryght turns and flees the scene of the crime, darting through the halls back to his dressing room. Not knowing which way is up, let alone who he is, Showtime is left alone...nothing but the gibbering voices in his mind to comfort him.
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Now, I have to admit, I almost didn't believe it when I saw it. Sure, Mr. Showtime has made himself a nice reputation of confident arrogance, and showmanship to the point of being obnoxious at times, but...this? This raw anger, this display of gratuitous violence? And...Grimm? I didn't see Grimm there, did anyone else?? What was Showtime talking about? The cameraman's name is being withheld from the public, but we do have it on solid authority that the man is in stable condition at an undisclosed local hospital. Doctors say he's rallying well and should be released within the next few days.
Back to Michael Wryght...clearly something has been going on with the former Champion, this highly decorated veteran of Pure Class Wrestling seeming to have come undone in recent days. The rumor around the water cooler is that management has been making noises about subjecting Wryght to a full spectrum psych eval following his altercation with an innocent member of the camera crew, but only time will tell what's actually going on with Mr. Showtime. Check back to PCW.com for more information as the situation unfolds, your one and only home for Pure Class Wrestling exclusive news!
This has been Kai Walters, signing off.
Back to Michael Wryght...clearly something has been going on with the former Champion, this highly decorated veteran of Pure Class Wrestling seeming to have come undone in recent days. The rumor around the water cooler is that management has been making noises about subjecting Wryght to a full spectrum psych eval following his altercation with an innocent member of the camera crew, but only time will tell what's actually going on with Mr. Showtime. Check back to PCW.com for more information as the situation unfolds, your one and only home for Pure Class Wrestling exclusive news!
This has been Kai Walters, signing off.