Post by pepperphoenix on May 16, 2011 2:49:39 GMT -5
Glancing up a the clock, you realize it's the last day to make a go at it. Already you've nearly been forgotten, a result of missing the biggest event since you started your attempted sneak into the business. In too short of a time, you'll be a footnote, unless you can get back on the horse and produce.
You thought you'd had a great plan, using an inside man to get at the juicy bits, making it up as you went to fill in the blanks. When he didn't payoff, you decided to hell with the next event. Why bother?
This entire past week, you've gone around and around trying to figure out if it was a failed half try, something better left alone, or if you could simply try another approach. What would convince The Consortium to hire you on, make you official?
Scanning the forums, weblogs, video comments, and various other fan-driven internet backwash, you realize a common demoninator. Everyone's talking about Wrestlestock.
That's when it hits you. Despite the bombastic drop caused by The Human Resource Department, in spite of the less than exciting reveal of The Vicious Kind piggybacked onto the end of the most violent match thus far in UGWC, the Consortium didn't want shock and awe and suspense from it's backstage staff. It wanted ideas.
Ideas you had. And if Wrestlestock was their current baby, you could teach that baby some tricks... or at least give The Consortium a few of your ideas, free of charge.
Fuck Jet Somers. If you were going to make yourself legit, you were going to have to go past the talent right to the directors.
You wrinkle your nose in anticipation of all the brown it's about to take, and log in to Facebook...
You thought you'd had a great plan, using an inside man to get at the juicy bits, making it up as you went to fill in the blanks. When he didn't payoff, you decided to hell with the next event. Why bother?
This entire past week, you've gone around and around trying to figure out if it was a failed half try, something better left alone, or if you could simply try another approach. What would convince The Consortium to hire you on, make you official?
Scanning the forums, weblogs, video comments, and various other fan-driven internet backwash, you realize a common demoninator. Everyone's talking about Wrestlestock.
That's when it hits you. Despite the bombastic drop caused by The Human Resource Department, in spite of the less than exciting reveal of The Vicious Kind piggybacked onto the end of the most violent match thus far in UGWC, the Consortium didn't want shock and awe and suspense from it's backstage staff. It wanted ideas.
Ideas you had. And if Wrestlestock was their current baby, you could teach that baby some tricks... or at least give The Consortium a few of your ideas, free of charge.
Fuck Jet Somers. If you were going to make yourself legit, you were going to have to go past the talent right to the directors.
You wrinkle your nose in anticipation of all the brown it's about to take, and log in to Facebook...