Post by Mr. Showtime on Sept 4, 2015 17:08:26 GMT -5
The heritage of town hall meetings goes back centuries. Before mass media could spread a man’s voice across the country they depended on smaller solution. More intimate solutions. It was a place where the voters could speak their minds without hesitation. The town hall was a congregation place. It was where you held weddings and hearing. It cemented families and kept the peace. It wasn’t just a building in the center of town; it was part of the town. An entity all onto its own.
This age old practice was far from forgotten. America’s newest presidential candidate was on his final leg of a multiple meeting tour. He had supporters in the few states that were most familiar with him. Canton, Ohio was not one of those places. The Ohioans were engaged and “Mr. Showtime” refused to call on any of the crowd plants. If he was going to run for president he needed to hear from them himself.
He heard their praise and gripes with present day America. There were skeptics and supporters in attendance. Showtime blew most away with the fact that he went three hours over his scheduled time. Those running the show weren’t too please but those in attendance respected it.
He received his final warning to close everything up so he decided to take one more question. A man in the back stood up with a grimace on his face. He was old and hateful, just firing shots at Showtime the entire meeting. Showtime made the promise that he’d give everyone a chance to speak their minds so gave the man the floor.
“You have no credibility to be President, so why should anyone trust you over the men who’ve made this their living?” The room applauded for the seemingly good point. Showtime nodded around the room and ran a hand through his well-groomed light brown hair. When his face returned to the crowd he was wearing his patented half smile.
“This is a country for the people, by the people. Our founding fathers never meant from this to be a country run by a political machine. People weren’t meant to worship politics and run a country that they were so detached from that they couldn’t make the right decisions for those who voted for them. It isn’t strange that numerous candidates have come out of the woodwork this year. Businessmen and surgeons have taken a stand against politico because we are intelligent people who know the common man. Who are or were the common man. We interact with people like all of you in common place America, not trapped in fortresses of solitude fighting a side that has only personal game in mind. Two factions fighting for their beliefs while most of the country lives in the gray areas.”
“These men and women don’t have your best interests in mind. The Grand Old Party and Democratic Party will fight to the bitter end and you will be the casualties. Lets us rise up and break the machine and put real people back where they are needed the most. Thank you everyone and please vote Wryght in 2016.”
His response gave Showtime a standing ovation. Even Mr. Crabby-Pants in the back was begrudgingly clapping. Showtime gave them all an appreciative wave and moved to the otter parts of the building. Waiting in the wings were Showtime’s new campaign manager and his beautiful wife Perfection.
As he approached she hushed up her chatting and attempted to pass the phone over to Wryght. He curiously looked her and the phone over, “Who is it?”
“Just talk to him,” she pleaded with puppy dog eyes.
“I have more important things to worry about. Between all of my time on the road and now I have a match coming up this Trauma. I will be on the road for the next year between campaigning and wrestling. At least for now I need to get myself prepared.”
“He’s your friend.”
“He’s selfish and all talking to him will do is aggravate the shit out of me. The Black Hand wants me here now and Billy is needed front and center in Pure Class Wresting. We have our roles so that’s all I really need to discuss.”
“Are you going to let this hang over till Trauma, then the next? All you’ll do is drive a big enough wedge between you two that you’ll end up at each other throats.”
“I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I will team up this week with the other two members of The Black Hand that have been working their asses off for the cause. Michaels might be new, but he’s already been through hell. I have a responsibility to them to help knock the Unholy Alliance and Rhodes down a peg. A couple of has beens teamed with the trash man. All three have issues with running their mouths.”
“Talk to him.”
“No, he already forced be another loss to Mentis’ hands. I’m honestly sick and tire of him getting the better of me. Between the three of us we have enough firepower to take down the lot of them, and I’ll be glad to be rid of them. Now please, either get on my side about our future or go home.”
Showtime shut her down definitely. He was never at his best when he was at war with the ones he loved.
This age old practice was far from forgotten. America’s newest presidential candidate was on his final leg of a multiple meeting tour. He had supporters in the few states that were most familiar with him. Canton, Ohio was not one of those places. The Ohioans were engaged and “Mr. Showtime” refused to call on any of the crowd plants. If he was going to run for president he needed to hear from them himself.
He heard their praise and gripes with present day America. There were skeptics and supporters in attendance. Showtime blew most away with the fact that he went three hours over his scheduled time. Those running the show weren’t too please but those in attendance respected it.
He received his final warning to close everything up so he decided to take one more question. A man in the back stood up with a grimace on his face. He was old and hateful, just firing shots at Showtime the entire meeting. Showtime made the promise that he’d give everyone a chance to speak their minds so gave the man the floor.
“You have no credibility to be President, so why should anyone trust you over the men who’ve made this their living?” The room applauded for the seemingly good point. Showtime nodded around the room and ran a hand through his well-groomed light brown hair. When his face returned to the crowd he was wearing his patented half smile.
“This is a country for the people, by the people. Our founding fathers never meant from this to be a country run by a political machine. People weren’t meant to worship politics and run a country that they were so detached from that they couldn’t make the right decisions for those who voted for them. It isn’t strange that numerous candidates have come out of the woodwork this year. Businessmen and surgeons have taken a stand against politico because we are intelligent people who know the common man. Who are or were the common man. We interact with people like all of you in common place America, not trapped in fortresses of solitude fighting a side that has only personal game in mind. Two factions fighting for their beliefs while most of the country lives in the gray areas.”
“These men and women don’t have your best interests in mind. The Grand Old Party and Democratic Party will fight to the bitter end and you will be the casualties. Lets us rise up and break the machine and put real people back where they are needed the most. Thank you everyone and please vote Wryght in 2016.”
His response gave Showtime a standing ovation. Even Mr. Crabby-Pants in the back was begrudgingly clapping. Showtime gave them all an appreciative wave and moved to the otter parts of the building. Waiting in the wings were Showtime’s new campaign manager and his beautiful wife Perfection.
As he approached she hushed up her chatting and attempted to pass the phone over to Wryght. He curiously looked her and the phone over, “Who is it?”
“Just talk to him,” she pleaded with puppy dog eyes.
“I have more important things to worry about. Between all of my time on the road and now I have a match coming up this Trauma. I will be on the road for the next year between campaigning and wrestling. At least for now I need to get myself prepared.”
“He’s your friend.”
“He’s selfish and all talking to him will do is aggravate the shit out of me. The Black Hand wants me here now and Billy is needed front and center in Pure Class Wresting. We have our roles so that’s all I really need to discuss.”
“Are you going to let this hang over till Trauma, then the next? All you’ll do is drive a big enough wedge between you two that you’ll end up at each other throats.”
“I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I will team up this week with the other two members of The Black Hand that have been working their asses off for the cause. Michaels might be new, but he’s already been through hell. I have a responsibility to them to help knock the Unholy Alliance and Rhodes down a peg. A couple of has beens teamed with the trash man. All three have issues with running their mouths.”
“Talk to him.”
“No, he already forced be another loss to Mentis’ hands. I’m honestly sick and tire of him getting the better of me. Between the three of us we have enough firepower to take down the lot of them, and I’ll be glad to be rid of them. Now please, either get on my side about our future or go home.”
Showtime shut her down definitely. He was never at his best when he was at war with the ones he loved.
