Post by Travis Pierce on Nov 29, 2014 15:07:54 GMT -5
After Synergy…
Ooley: What in the fucking blazes is fucking wrong with you?
The angry bald man wearing an eye patch and carrying a baseball bat is the first to greet the man now known as Trevor Sharp as he steps through the curtain from the arena into the backstage area.
Pierce: Who pissed in your corn flakes?
Ooley: You did, you self-rightous fuckwit. We just had to cut our flagship program off the air abruptly and are probably about to get hit with a fucking fine or seven because you can’t control your goddamn mouth. What am I supposed to do now?
Pierce: I dunno, fire whoever screwed up having the show on a seven second delay?
He quickly winces.
Pierce: Or is that you, too?
Ooley: I know your stupid ass doesn’t understand this, but your misfortune has opened an opportunity for the Consortium. The Piercing Media Network has put a lucrative deal on the table in return for exclusive broadcast rights to UGWC in the new year. Your ex-girlfriend or whatever the fuck she is to you is doing a better job that you ever could have. This is good for all of us, and I don’t know you mucking it up because you can’t keep your fucking mouth shut.
Pierce: Is that so?
Ooley: You had better believe it. Damarest already has you down to actually be in match next week. Considering who he has you teamed with and who you’re facing, he apparently doesn’t think you’re combustible enough as it is. I’ve half a mind to suspend you or just fire you and be done with you now.
Pierce: Maybe you should switch that patch to the other eye and see how it looks from that perspective.
Ooley: You listen to me, you arrogant shit. You think you’re something special and you’re not. Everything you ever achieved here is because of other people picking you up and carrying you. You won all those Co-Op titles because you had Bummers kicked people in the head for you. You were the World Heavyweight Champion because of me. You’re an average and ultimately forgettable wrestler whose best asset he gave away because he was trying to get his dick wet, and I’ll bet you didn’t even do that, did you?
Pierce: You’re an ass, you know that?
Ooley: And you’re worthless. Even your precious Media Network was a waste of time until you had others to help you make it into something worth watching. What the fuck did you ever do on your own?
Pierce: I won Battleground.
He steps past Ooley and begins to walk away. Ooley taps his bat on his palm with an annoyed look on his face. Sharp pauses and looks back over his shoulder.
Pierce: You like this deal you guys are going to sign, don’t you?
Ooley: Of course I fucking do, and I’m not going to have you mucking it up.
Pierce: Why would I do that? By the time it takes effect, that deal is going to be with me.
He walks away.
Ooley: What in the fucking blazes is fucking wrong with you?
The angry bald man wearing an eye patch and carrying a baseball bat is the first to greet the man now known as Trevor Sharp as he steps through the curtain from the arena into the backstage area.
Pierce: Who pissed in your corn flakes?
Ooley: You did, you self-rightous fuckwit. We just had to cut our flagship program off the air abruptly and are probably about to get hit with a fucking fine or seven because you can’t control your goddamn mouth. What am I supposed to do now?
Pierce: I dunno, fire whoever screwed up having the show on a seven second delay?
He quickly winces.
Pierce: Or is that you, too?
Ooley: I know your stupid ass doesn’t understand this, but your misfortune has opened an opportunity for the Consortium. The Piercing Media Network has put a lucrative deal on the table in return for exclusive broadcast rights to UGWC in the new year. Your ex-girlfriend or whatever the fuck she is to you is doing a better job that you ever could have. This is good for all of us, and I don’t know you mucking it up because you can’t keep your fucking mouth shut.
Pierce: Is that so?
Ooley: You had better believe it. Damarest already has you down to actually be in match next week. Considering who he has you teamed with and who you’re facing, he apparently doesn’t think you’re combustible enough as it is. I’ve half a mind to suspend you or just fire you and be done with you now.
Pierce: Maybe you should switch that patch to the other eye and see how it looks from that perspective.
Ooley: You listen to me, you arrogant shit. You think you’re something special and you’re not. Everything you ever achieved here is because of other people picking you up and carrying you. You won all those Co-Op titles because you had Bummers kicked people in the head for you. You were the World Heavyweight Champion because of me. You’re an average and ultimately forgettable wrestler whose best asset he gave away because he was trying to get his dick wet, and I’ll bet you didn’t even do that, did you?
Pierce: You’re an ass, you know that?
Ooley: And you’re worthless. Even your precious Media Network was a waste of time until you had others to help you make it into something worth watching. What the fuck did you ever do on your own?
Pierce: I won Battleground.
He steps past Ooley and begins to walk away. Ooley taps his bat on his palm with an annoyed look on his face. Sharp pauses and looks back over his shoulder.
Pierce: You like this deal you guys are going to sign, don’t you?
Ooley: Of course I fucking do, and I’m not going to have you mucking it up.
Pierce: Why would I do that? By the time it takes effect, that deal is going to be with me.
He walks away.
