Post by Mr. Showtime on Aug 21, 2015 20:00:34 GMT -5
“Fuck Billy Sadistic!”
“Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght was raging in his own mind. He was furious with his friend for his own shortfalls. What’s the point of having your best friend referee a match if there is a chance to lose? Sadistic’s casual demeanor about the entire situation only made things worse. Made Showtime madder. He looked back towards his home to confirm Sadistic wasn’t behind him before ducking into the black limousine awaiting his arrival.
“That arrogant son of a bitch. No offense Mrs. Dillinger. William once again showed his true colors at Return to Glory and just proved that he is untrustworthy as ever. Worst of all I now have to team with him this week against the trash-man and the elfish runt. I have half a mind to no show. Let Billy take on these two by himself, and let’s see who he comes to calling to for help.”
“I’ve sacrificed everything for this nonsense. I’ve given up my life. I’ve help secure and retain the World Title for the Black Hand, the least you think he’d do is count slower. I’ve watched that tape a few time now and I swear that he sped up his count. That bastard probably didn’t like the fact a member of the Black Hand had some gold around his waist. Take a little bit of glory from the Golden Boy and he’ll find a way to pull the rug from under you.”
“It’s exactly like the time Phinehas broke his neck. I was the only one that went to the hospital to visit that piece of garbage. Afterwards I helped his get back on his feet. Hell I helped him to actually learn to walk again. What did I get for my troubles? A firm knife in the back so Sadistic could team with the same brother who tried to kill him. He’s unbelievable.”
“Here I am sacrificing again. Stuck running for a position that I didn’t want. Going from the Frickin’ Superstar to Servant of the People. Fuck the people. I couldn’t care less about them right now. Again I have to lose who I really am in an effort to make everyone else happy. Turn my back on myself to do what is needed of me. Public service is for suckers and now I’m the biggest chump of all. At least the last time I changed I could let my rage flow. I could hate and show what I was really feeling, even if I didn’t know who I was. Now I have to wear a mask of lies. I disarming smile that will slowly kill me.”
The limousine came to a slow halt. Showtime knew that he wasn’t at his destination and figured it was just a stop light. He was quite surprise when two of the luxury vehicle’s doors swung open. He didn’t have time to react. He sat there dumb founded as two men sat down, closed their doors and knocked on the privacy window. The limousine sped off onto the Garden State Parkway, leaving Showtime trapped.
“So we meet again,” said the man on the right. It was the same man that met Showtime in his condo in South Carolina after the latest edition of the Icey Awards. He had a smile across his face and extended his hand across the car towards Showtime.
“I’m surprised you are out in public with me, John,” sneered Showtime, still in the foul mood induced by Sadistic.
“Well someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” quipped John Stewart, former host of the television program The Daily Show. “I’d offer to come back at a different time, but time is not something we have. There is a petition out there for me to moderate the 2016 Presidential Debate, which has over one hundred thousand signatures. I left the Daily Show just so I would be able to help you on your way.”
“I cannot believe that you are a member of The Black Hand.”
“Well believe it, the Hand has great influence. It shouldn’t be all that surprising. I was placed in a position to poke fun at the leaders of America and get an entire generation to trust in me. It’s pretty diabolical if you ask me, but I believe in the cause. This has been in the works for a long time, so let’s cut the attitude and get to business. The American people trust what I have to say. I’ve made my career on cutting through the bullshit, and I think if I can give you some notoriety it will help us in the long run. I have connections to those that can get you more face time than any other candidate other than Trump.”
“I want you to meet Mr. Joshua Harmsworth,” John added, motioning to the older gentleman to his right. Joshua had salt and pepper hair with nose that came to a sharp point. He had grey eyes that studied Showtime over as if he could read a book by its cover. He ran his hand through his beard before he began to speak.
“Right now we see that you are gaining speed in New Jersey. It’s one state that always goes Democrat and they are already on your side. Your image in your home state will be the first step into you being taken seriously in this race. You are beginning to trend now in New York, Pennsylvania, South Carolina and Kentucky. These are states that you are close to, but will be imperative for you to have any chance. You are in a unique situation Mr. Wryght. You have a chance to steal both red and blue states little lone the swing states. You have the business qualities that resonate well with Republicans, and your lower class upbringing will bring you closer to the Democrats. Your star power will bring together the rest. You’re a joke right now, but that will change when people hear you speak. Which is exactly what they will do.”
“I’m a joke?” asked Showtime.
“Of course you are,” added Joshua, casually. “You’re an actor slash wrestler that has no business in politics. You’ve never held office and have never so much as hinted at a life in the public sector. Before your announcement no one would have guessed that you would come out as a candidate for this election or any other election for that matter. Right now most people think of this as a publicity stunt for Pure Class Wrestling. The Black Hand is trying to take over the world.”
“Are you suggesting that I am going to need to leave wrestling?”
“Absolutely not,” Joshua almost shouted. He was taken off guard by this comment. “You currently have your own avenue to speak to the public. You aren’t competing with anyone yet so you can use PCW to get your message out. We will work together to get you rolling on the talk shows, town halls and other such places where you can woo your constituency. You’re handsome and a great speaker. These other fools won’t know what hit them. The Republican candidates are a bunch of cartoon characters and the democrats are as inept as always. You have a chance here to blow everyone away and help rebuild our country back to greatness.”
“It was you who wrote my speech wasn’t it?” asked Showtime, it was now his turn to eye-up the older man.
“Of course, but we weren’t able to meet yet. A press release will come out that you have chosen me as your campaign manager. Once my credentials are released people will pick up that this is no joke. However, I cannot stress enough that you cannot mention Mr. Stewart here to anyone. If we are going to get him to moderate the debates down the road he must seem impartial. If any of this were to get out then years of preparation would be shot to shit. Understand?”
Both Showtime and Stewart nodded at the man clearly in charge. Showtime wished that the Black Hand would just meet on a normal cadence, because every time something like this happened he always felt as if he were on the defense.
“So do you have some big speech you want me to make at Trauma?”
“No not yet. I don’t want it to look like you are exploiting you current position. We need to make this seamless. What I do want is for you to take care of business with Rhodes and Gem. You losing to Eira was not what we wanted. You need to look strong to the potential voters. Especially those eighteen to twenty-four. This is a key demographic for us and a population that tends to stay home on Election Day. You have a good deal of them eating out of the palm of your hand.”
“But most of them hate me right now.”
“Mr. Wryght, the election is a year away. Much can change in this time. You are the candidate to watch, but Rhodes and Gem are important victories for you. Rhodes was the one that got the better of you during the tournament. This is now prime for you to show that was a fluke. With Justin Michaels now a member of the Hand it isn’t a bad thing to say that he was so tough that he lost you the tournament. Rhodes had the easier path and as a group you are stronger. Now with the help of Mr. Dillinger, the two of you can team together to take these two down. This won’t be easy, but a match you need to win. Others will mock you for your profession and will mock you worse if you aren’t on top of your game. This is a fine line we are walking here. You have the bravado to make this sport your advantage and the New Jersey attitude it in right now. Many people see President Obama as soft, but your linage won’t allow you to look the same. Just don’t sound pompous like Governor Christie and you’ll be perfect.”
“You think that woman’s activists will take kindly to me fighting Gem?”
“At first? No. But they will come around when you tell them that you are a proponent of equal rights. Fifty-Five percent of the country are women. They will love to hear how you won’t allow gender line interfere with anyone’s choices in life. Professional wrestling is a male dominated sport and you for one couldn’t be happier that Pure Class Wrestling doesn’t make women fight in a secondary tier for a secondary title. Boom, right there is you win them over.”
“That easy?”
“Yes, so go out there and beat the hell out of that little twat. But don’t say words like twat. It’s filthy and it will stay with you. Dominate with Mr. Dillinger and we will move on from there. Prove that you aren’t some meathead, but smarter than everyone else in your profession. Then we’ll start proving that you are smarter than the candidates that the real politicians are parading around like presidential material. Soon we’ll have you take the mic and the world by storm.”
“You sound like you have it all figured out.”
“I do and if you listen to me, you will be the next President of the United States.”
Without Showtime realizing it he had a drink raised toasting to his campaign. He had no idea what was really in store for him, but he knew step one. Beat Mentis and Gem.
“Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght was raging in his own mind. He was furious with his friend for his own shortfalls. What’s the point of having your best friend referee a match if there is a chance to lose? Sadistic’s casual demeanor about the entire situation only made things worse. Made Showtime madder. He looked back towards his home to confirm Sadistic wasn’t behind him before ducking into the black limousine awaiting his arrival.
“That arrogant son of a bitch. No offense Mrs. Dillinger. William once again showed his true colors at Return to Glory and just proved that he is untrustworthy as ever. Worst of all I now have to team with him this week against the trash-man and the elfish runt. I have half a mind to no show. Let Billy take on these two by himself, and let’s see who he comes to calling to for help.”
“I’ve sacrificed everything for this nonsense. I’ve given up my life. I’ve help secure and retain the World Title for the Black Hand, the least you think he’d do is count slower. I’ve watched that tape a few time now and I swear that he sped up his count. That bastard probably didn’t like the fact a member of the Black Hand had some gold around his waist. Take a little bit of glory from the Golden Boy and he’ll find a way to pull the rug from under you.”
“It’s exactly like the time Phinehas broke his neck. I was the only one that went to the hospital to visit that piece of garbage. Afterwards I helped his get back on his feet. Hell I helped him to actually learn to walk again. What did I get for my troubles? A firm knife in the back so Sadistic could team with the same brother who tried to kill him. He’s unbelievable.”
“Here I am sacrificing again. Stuck running for a position that I didn’t want. Going from the Frickin’ Superstar to Servant of the People. Fuck the people. I couldn’t care less about them right now. Again I have to lose who I really am in an effort to make everyone else happy. Turn my back on myself to do what is needed of me. Public service is for suckers and now I’m the biggest chump of all. At least the last time I changed I could let my rage flow. I could hate and show what I was really feeling, even if I didn’t know who I was. Now I have to wear a mask of lies. I disarming smile that will slowly kill me.”
The limousine came to a slow halt. Showtime knew that he wasn’t at his destination and figured it was just a stop light. He was quite surprise when two of the luxury vehicle’s doors swung open. He didn’t have time to react. He sat there dumb founded as two men sat down, closed their doors and knocked on the privacy window. The limousine sped off onto the Garden State Parkway, leaving Showtime trapped.
“So we meet again,” said the man on the right. It was the same man that met Showtime in his condo in South Carolina after the latest edition of the Icey Awards. He had a smile across his face and extended his hand across the car towards Showtime.
“I’m surprised you are out in public with me, John,” sneered Showtime, still in the foul mood induced by Sadistic.
“Well someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” quipped John Stewart, former host of the television program The Daily Show. “I’d offer to come back at a different time, but time is not something we have. There is a petition out there for me to moderate the 2016 Presidential Debate, which has over one hundred thousand signatures. I left the Daily Show just so I would be able to help you on your way.”
“I cannot believe that you are a member of The Black Hand.”
“Well believe it, the Hand has great influence. It shouldn’t be all that surprising. I was placed in a position to poke fun at the leaders of America and get an entire generation to trust in me. It’s pretty diabolical if you ask me, but I believe in the cause. This has been in the works for a long time, so let’s cut the attitude and get to business. The American people trust what I have to say. I’ve made my career on cutting through the bullshit, and I think if I can give you some notoriety it will help us in the long run. I have connections to those that can get you more face time than any other candidate other than Trump.”
“I want you to meet Mr. Joshua Harmsworth,” John added, motioning to the older gentleman to his right. Joshua had salt and pepper hair with nose that came to a sharp point. He had grey eyes that studied Showtime over as if he could read a book by its cover. He ran his hand through his beard before he began to speak.
“Right now we see that you are gaining speed in New Jersey. It’s one state that always goes Democrat and they are already on your side. Your image in your home state will be the first step into you being taken seriously in this race. You are beginning to trend now in New York, Pennsylvania, South Carolina and Kentucky. These are states that you are close to, but will be imperative for you to have any chance. You are in a unique situation Mr. Wryght. You have a chance to steal both red and blue states little lone the swing states. You have the business qualities that resonate well with Republicans, and your lower class upbringing will bring you closer to the Democrats. Your star power will bring together the rest. You’re a joke right now, but that will change when people hear you speak. Which is exactly what they will do.”
“I’m a joke?” asked Showtime.
“Of course you are,” added Joshua, casually. “You’re an actor slash wrestler that has no business in politics. You’ve never held office and have never so much as hinted at a life in the public sector. Before your announcement no one would have guessed that you would come out as a candidate for this election or any other election for that matter. Right now most people think of this as a publicity stunt for Pure Class Wrestling. The Black Hand is trying to take over the world.”
“Are you suggesting that I am going to need to leave wrestling?”
“Absolutely not,” Joshua almost shouted. He was taken off guard by this comment. “You currently have your own avenue to speak to the public. You aren’t competing with anyone yet so you can use PCW to get your message out. We will work together to get you rolling on the talk shows, town halls and other such places where you can woo your constituency. You’re handsome and a great speaker. These other fools won’t know what hit them. The Republican candidates are a bunch of cartoon characters and the democrats are as inept as always. You have a chance here to blow everyone away and help rebuild our country back to greatness.”
“It was you who wrote my speech wasn’t it?” asked Showtime, it was now his turn to eye-up the older man.
“Of course, but we weren’t able to meet yet. A press release will come out that you have chosen me as your campaign manager. Once my credentials are released people will pick up that this is no joke. However, I cannot stress enough that you cannot mention Mr. Stewart here to anyone. If we are going to get him to moderate the debates down the road he must seem impartial. If any of this were to get out then years of preparation would be shot to shit. Understand?”
Both Showtime and Stewart nodded at the man clearly in charge. Showtime wished that the Black Hand would just meet on a normal cadence, because every time something like this happened he always felt as if he were on the defense.
“So do you have some big speech you want me to make at Trauma?”
“No not yet. I don’t want it to look like you are exploiting you current position. We need to make this seamless. What I do want is for you to take care of business with Rhodes and Gem. You losing to Eira was not what we wanted. You need to look strong to the potential voters. Especially those eighteen to twenty-four. This is a key demographic for us and a population that tends to stay home on Election Day. You have a good deal of them eating out of the palm of your hand.”
“But most of them hate me right now.”
“Mr. Wryght, the election is a year away. Much can change in this time. You are the candidate to watch, but Rhodes and Gem are important victories for you. Rhodes was the one that got the better of you during the tournament. This is now prime for you to show that was a fluke. With Justin Michaels now a member of the Hand it isn’t a bad thing to say that he was so tough that he lost you the tournament. Rhodes had the easier path and as a group you are stronger. Now with the help of Mr. Dillinger, the two of you can team together to take these two down. This won’t be easy, but a match you need to win. Others will mock you for your profession and will mock you worse if you aren’t on top of your game. This is a fine line we are walking here. You have the bravado to make this sport your advantage and the New Jersey attitude it in right now. Many people see President Obama as soft, but your linage won’t allow you to look the same. Just don’t sound pompous like Governor Christie and you’ll be perfect.”
“You think that woman’s activists will take kindly to me fighting Gem?”
“At first? No. But they will come around when you tell them that you are a proponent of equal rights. Fifty-Five percent of the country are women. They will love to hear how you won’t allow gender line interfere with anyone’s choices in life. Professional wrestling is a male dominated sport and you for one couldn’t be happier that Pure Class Wrestling doesn’t make women fight in a secondary tier for a secondary title. Boom, right there is you win them over.”
“That easy?”
“Yes, so go out there and beat the hell out of that little twat. But don’t say words like twat. It’s filthy and it will stay with you. Dominate with Mr. Dillinger and we will move on from there. Prove that you aren’t some meathead, but smarter than everyone else in your profession. Then we’ll start proving that you are smarter than the candidates that the real politicians are parading around like presidential material. Soon we’ll have you take the mic and the world by storm.”
“You sound like you have it all figured out.”
“I do and if you listen to me, you will be the next President of the United States.”
Without Showtime realizing it he had a drink raised toasting to his campaign. He had no idea what was really in store for him, but he knew step one. Beat Mentis and Gem.
