I think I'm in love... (Featuring Austin Ramsey)
Jul 27, 2023 6:08:50 GMT -5
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Post by Edward Grado on Jul 27, 2023 6:08:50 GMT -5
“Maaaannnnnnnn….”
We fade in post-Monday Night Brawl in the trainer's room where we find Edward Grado having a bag of ice taped around his right shoulder following his battle with the ever-dangerous Amber Mansley. Things didn’t go as planned for one of the newest members of the WGWF Roster on his road to Summer Madness.
“This kinda sucks.”
One of the WGWF Trainers finishes taping the ice to Edward’s shoulder.
TRAINER: Let the ice do its thing and return with a heat compress later tonight. You should be fine in a day or two.
Austin Ramsey bursts into the trainer's room catching Edward by surprise as he clutches what would be pearls around his neck if they were there.
EDWARD: What the hell man!!?!? You almost gave me a heart attack.
AUSTIN: I’d be doing the world a favor.
EDWARD: HEY!
Austin laughs under his breath as he approaches his cousin.
AUSTIN: I’m just messing around, cuzzo. How’s the arm? I saw the match tonight.
Edward gets off the trainer's table as he and his cousin head toward the door.
EDWARD: Trainer says I’ll be fine in a day or two, and it was certainly not what I was expecting but there isn’t a lot that I can do about it now. All I can focus on is the future and what lies ahead of me at Summer Madness.
AUSTIN: It’s going to be a huge night for the WGWF, no denying that.
EDWARD: You guys have a big match for those tag straps. No pressure Mr. Tag Team Flag Waver.
Austin smacks Edward in the back of the head which causes the natural reflex of Edward trying to raise his right arm but he cringes.
AUSTIN: For real though, are you going to be ready for Justin?
**********
Congratulations to Amber Mansley for a hard-fought battle on Monday Night Brawl. I can tell you that she is more than a sassy female dog and that her bite is a little bigger than her bark. I know what to expect the next time our paths cross, and I promise my loyal fans that I will do better, I will get better, and I will continue to put my best foot forward as long as my heart continues to beat. My night should have been over but Justin York was competing so I decided to stick around and do a little more scouting… Thankfully I did. I’m not saying Mr. Riddle needed my assistance, and he certainly didn’t ask for me to get involved but I couldn’t sit by and watch Justin and Amber do as they please with him. It was the right thing to do so I did it. What happened when the odds evened up? They ran. Why? Because it got a little too hot in the kitchen.
Justin York.
I’ve been waiting for this since you opened your mouth and wrote another check that you won’t be able to cash. You want the world to believe that you’re the best thing since sliced bread. Still, I haven’t seen you do anything of merrit other than drop match, after match, after match, after match. Still, yet you continue to spout out how great you are, how much better you are but the fact of the matter is the only thing you’re good at is choking under the pressure of the bright lights and big fight feels that comes with being a superstar in our business. What sucks for you is that YOU are talented. You just choose to be a dickbag and bury it. I have no doubts that you’re going to step in front of that camera and run me down with petty insults, you’ll try and mask your insecurities, and you will try to build yourself up while tearing me down… but then the bell is going to ring.
*********
Later that evening.
Manhattan was buzzing in the wee hours of the morning. We find Edward Grado stumbling on the streets of time square in a pair of what can only be described as Officer Dangle cut-off blue jean shorts, knee-high white socks, black Crocs, and a skin-tight tank top that accents the beer belly to perfection. Strapped around his waist is a black fanny pack with a red ball cap flipped backward on his head. Edward has a 40 oz in a brown paper bag that he turns up the rest of the bottle. Edward disposes of it in an overflowing trashcan.
Edward reaches the center of Time Square.
EDWARD: It’s majestic.
Edward’s eyes light up at all the bright lights of the sheer busy nature that is the tourist hotspot of the Big Apple. Street performers are still hustling trying to make whatever buck they can. Someone bumps into Edward from behind knocking him forward and causing him to stumble and nearly fall over. Edward spins around with his fist clenched prepared to throw blows only to find his cousin, Austin Ramsey.
EDWARD: Dick!
AUSTIN: I mean it’s pretty big, or so I’m told. Ask my wife.
EDWARD: Gross. Do I look like one of the Bing Bong Twins to you?
AUSTIN: Now that’s gross.
Edward dusts off his shoulders as we see Austin eye his cousin’s attire.
AUSTIN: We’ve got to do something about your wardrobe because I hate to break to it you, Daisy Dukes aren’t a thing anymore, honey.
EDWARD: You said to dress up so I did.
Austin rolls his eyes.
EDWARD: Where the hell is this place you’re taking me?
AUSTIN: The Velvet Rabbit? It’s not far.
**********
I can only imagine that I wasn’t who you were expecting to answer your open challenge. You probably thought that a larger-than-life personality was going to step out from behind that curtain and breath some relevance into your depleted lungs but that would mean that you’re a Main Event draw when we all know that’s hardly the case. I answered your challenge because I felt sorry for you, I mean you were in the middle of this drawn-out promo, you called out anyone… but no one answered. I could have allowed you to further embarrass yourself, but I’m not an asshole like you, and I understand that you are going to look at me as a lesser opponent, a lesser man, and a lesser talent than you because you have no concept on how to be entertaining.
I’ve done my homework on you, Justin.
I know that you are one failed experiment after another from the IIW, Cult, OCW, the DPI, and even here in the WGWF, so what makes you any better than me? Guys like you take yourselves too seriously while guys like me end up having fun at your expense. You wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t come off like a third-rate J Mont because it’s evident you share the same school of thought process every time you open your mouths… neither of you thinks before you speak.
**********
Austin and Edward arrived at the Velvet Rabbit via the secured employee entrance. Edward looks up at the massive structure from the ground under the dark New York skies.
AUSTIN: I told you this was going to be awesome. I can’t believe this is your first time at The Rabbit.
Loud music thumps from inside the skyscraper of a club. Austin walks up to the back door lightly knocking. A hatch on the door slides open and a gentleman pears out.
AUSTIN: Hey Shaun.
The hatch closes and the door opens where the large, muscled frame of the Head of Security for the Velvet Rabbit, Shaun lets Austin and Edward in. Austin and Shaun shake hands as Austin introduces Eddie.
AUSTIN: Shaun this is my cuzzo Edward… Edward, this is the head of security, Shaun.
Edward and Shaun shake hands and immediately upon their hands touching…
EDWARD: Ouch, OUch, OUCh, OUCH!!
Edward lowers to one knee and yanks his hand away from Shaun.
EDWARD: Why so tough?
Austin rolls his eyes while Shaun shrugs it off.
AUSTIN: We will see you around.
Austin leads Edward through an employee area and out onto the main floor where thousands of sweaty bodies are dancing the night away!
EDWARD: YES!
**********
Justin, what you are about to find out is that while you can discredit me, while you can talk down to me, why you can show me the least amount of respect humanly possible… You can’t snuff out my passion, you can’t kill my determination, and you won’t be able to deny that you have sorely underestimated me. I don’t have to win every match, I don’t have to have my name on the marquee, and I don’t have to hold a Championship to garner the respect of my peers for never giving up. How many times have you left this sport only to come back? How many times have you thrown in the towel because you’ve OVERESTIMATED yourself? Maybe it’s time you start realizing that it’s not everyone else who is wrong about you, or what you bring to the table… but maybe it’s you drinking way too much of your own Kool-Aid.
… and it had better be Grape or else I’ve lost all respect for you.
I know that Summer Madness is a huge show for the WGWF, and I won’t lie when I say that it is a little intimidating because it’s the biggest show I’ve ever taken part in. I’ve never seen one company have a two-day event without the aid of recruitment or it is one of the cool kids “supershows”, so to say that I have a small part in such a big program highlighting so many tremendous talents is an honor and privilege to say the very least. I won’t take this moment for granted, but I’m sure Justin will.
*********
Hours later Edward Grado has found himself drunk and lost inside the maze that is the Velvet Rabbit. He stumbles into a room on the fourth floor where two dance stages are set up, the room is packed… and then it happened…
Edward’s ear’s popped up as his eyes were drawn to a stage. Immediately when the beat kicks in Edward’s feet and legs start thumping to the music of Madonna’s “Like a Prayer”. Emerging out on one of the stages to a large reception is none other than…
Grado’s eyes grow WIDE as Sam Chatman starts going into a routine on the stage.
EDWARD: HE’S GLORIOUS!
Without hesitation…
Edward struts ass to the empty stage to the left of where Sam is performing. Sam rips off his shirt before seeing Edward strutting up the stairs to the stage. Edward blows Sam a kiss and takes to the pole on the second stage! The live crowd doesn’t know what to think. Edward attempts to spin around the pole, but he falls. Edward pops back up to his feet and rips off his shirt exposing his luscious beer belly that hangs over the rim of his daisy dukes yet it is tucked behind the top of his wrestling singlet
But something suddenly started to happen…
A movement…
It shouldn’t have…
… but it did.
Edward Grado removed his fanny pack and found his way out of his Daisy Dukes and is in a full-blown singlet. He trips and catches himself on the stripper pole while on the other stage, the dance-off has officially begun! Sam Chatman’s stage is rushed by vixens of the night as they rip his tearaway pants off him exposing his red thong while the bills go flying. Edward shoots an evil look at Sameul who smirks while grinding away. Edward's frown turns upside down as he wears his fanny pack like a necklace…
The crowd starts to gather around Grado’s stage.
Grado shifts his ass toward Sam and starts to twerk, horrifically. Sam brushes off Grado’s attempts and breaks out into a routine that starts causing panties to drop and be hurled toward the stage. Sam snags a pair and shoots them over at Edward like a rubber band. Grado shrieks in terror and runs to the other side of the stage doing pelvic thrusts like they’re going out of style. Edward, losing this battle by a mile, holds up his index finger.
Edward Grado reaches for the fanny pack and begins to unzip the compartment.
What’s inside?
What can it be?
Edward reaches inside the compartment and pulls out…
BUBBLES!
Edward cracks the top and starts blowing bubbles around his stage when suddenly…
Members of the crowd dance with Edward until his tackled by Shaun, head of security. Shaun yanks Edward up by the back of his tights and carries him off the vacant stage so that the actual performer can take it.
**********
I’m not going to pretend to be some mega threat to anyone’s existence, I mean look at me. Who else rocks a mean muffin top like mine? Never mind, don’t answer that for it could land you in hot water. The deal is simple, Justin made the challenge, but nobody answered… So I did. While I’ve sat back and done some homework, while I can see the kinks in Justin York's armor doesn’t mean that he’s going to suck eggs against me when the bell rings because Mr. York does have some skills. He’s not completely terrible, there are some glimmers of hope before he buries himself under his verbal diarrhea. I’ve had quite the adventure with my first trip to the Velvet Rabbit.
Who is this Sam Chatman?
I think I like him.
**********
AUSTIN: BRO!
Austin smacks Edward in the back of the head as Shaun hands Grado over to him.
AUSTIN: Thanks for not tossing him, Shaun.
Shaun nods as Austin snatches Grado by the arm and walks him away from the public eye.
AUSTIN: Do you want to tell me what possessed you to hop on the stage? They’re for performers only.
EDWARD: Three things.
Edward then states.
EDWARD: One, Madonna. Two, I am a performer. Three, who was that drink of water on the other stage… because I think I’m in love.
Austin rolls his eyes as the scene fades.
We fade in post-Monday Night Brawl in the trainer's room where we find Edward Grado having a bag of ice taped around his right shoulder following his battle with the ever-dangerous Amber Mansley. Things didn’t go as planned for one of the newest members of the WGWF Roster on his road to Summer Madness.
“This kinda sucks.”
One of the WGWF Trainers finishes taping the ice to Edward’s shoulder.
TRAINER: Let the ice do its thing and return with a heat compress later tonight. You should be fine in a day or two.
Austin Ramsey bursts into the trainer's room catching Edward by surprise as he clutches what would be pearls around his neck if they were there.
EDWARD: What the hell man!!?!? You almost gave me a heart attack.
AUSTIN: I’d be doing the world a favor.
EDWARD: HEY!
Austin laughs under his breath as he approaches his cousin.
AUSTIN: I’m just messing around, cuzzo. How’s the arm? I saw the match tonight.
Edward gets off the trainer's table as he and his cousin head toward the door.
EDWARD: Trainer says I’ll be fine in a day or two, and it was certainly not what I was expecting but there isn’t a lot that I can do about it now. All I can focus on is the future and what lies ahead of me at Summer Madness.
AUSTIN: It’s going to be a huge night for the WGWF, no denying that.
EDWARD: You guys have a big match for those tag straps. No pressure Mr. Tag Team Flag Waver.
Austin smacks Edward in the back of the head which causes the natural reflex of Edward trying to raise his right arm but he cringes.
AUSTIN: For real though, are you going to be ready for Justin?
**********
Congratulations to Amber Mansley for a hard-fought battle on Monday Night Brawl. I can tell you that she is more than a sassy female dog and that her bite is a little bigger than her bark. I know what to expect the next time our paths cross, and I promise my loyal fans that I will do better, I will get better, and I will continue to put my best foot forward as long as my heart continues to beat. My night should have been over but Justin York was competing so I decided to stick around and do a little more scouting… Thankfully I did. I’m not saying Mr. Riddle needed my assistance, and he certainly didn’t ask for me to get involved but I couldn’t sit by and watch Justin and Amber do as they please with him. It was the right thing to do so I did it. What happened when the odds evened up? They ran. Why? Because it got a little too hot in the kitchen.
Justin York.
I’ve been waiting for this since you opened your mouth and wrote another check that you won’t be able to cash. You want the world to believe that you’re the best thing since sliced bread. Still, I haven’t seen you do anything of merrit other than drop match, after match, after match, after match. Still, yet you continue to spout out how great you are, how much better you are but the fact of the matter is the only thing you’re good at is choking under the pressure of the bright lights and big fight feels that comes with being a superstar in our business. What sucks for you is that YOU are talented. You just choose to be a dickbag and bury it. I have no doubts that you’re going to step in front of that camera and run me down with petty insults, you’ll try and mask your insecurities, and you will try to build yourself up while tearing me down… but then the bell is going to ring.
*********
Later that evening.
Manhattan was buzzing in the wee hours of the morning. We find Edward Grado stumbling on the streets of time square in a pair of what can only be described as Officer Dangle cut-off blue jean shorts, knee-high white socks, black Crocs, and a skin-tight tank top that accents the beer belly to perfection. Strapped around his waist is a black fanny pack with a red ball cap flipped backward on his head. Edward has a 40 oz in a brown paper bag that he turns up the rest of the bottle. Edward disposes of it in an overflowing trashcan.
Edward reaches the center of Time Square.
EDWARD: It’s majestic.
Edward’s eyes light up at all the bright lights of the sheer busy nature that is the tourist hotspot of the Big Apple. Street performers are still hustling trying to make whatever buck they can. Someone bumps into Edward from behind knocking him forward and causing him to stumble and nearly fall over. Edward spins around with his fist clenched prepared to throw blows only to find his cousin, Austin Ramsey.
EDWARD: Dick!
AUSTIN: I mean it’s pretty big, or so I’m told. Ask my wife.
EDWARD: Gross. Do I look like one of the Bing Bong Twins to you?
AUSTIN: Now that’s gross.
Edward dusts off his shoulders as we see Austin eye his cousin’s attire.
AUSTIN: We’ve got to do something about your wardrobe because I hate to break to it you, Daisy Dukes aren’t a thing anymore, honey.
EDWARD: You said to dress up so I did.
Austin rolls his eyes.
EDWARD: Where the hell is this place you’re taking me?
AUSTIN: The Velvet Rabbit? It’s not far.
**********
I can only imagine that I wasn’t who you were expecting to answer your open challenge. You probably thought that a larger-than-life personality was going to step out from behind that curtain and breath some relevance into your depleted lungs but that would mean that you’re a Main Event draw when we all know that’s hardly the case. I answered your challenge because I felt sorry for you, I mean you were in the middle of this drawn-out promo, you called out anyone… but no one answered. I could have allowed you to further embarrass yourself, but I’m not an asshole like you, and I understand that you are going to look at me as a lesser opponent, a lesser man, and a lesser talent than you because you have no concept on how to be entertaining.
I’ve done my homework on you, Justin.
I know that you are one failed experiment after another from the IIW, Cult, OCW, the DPI, and even here in the WGWF, so what makes you any better than me? Guys like you take yourselves too seriously while guys like me end up having fun at your expense. You wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t come off like a third-rate J Mont because it’s evident you share the same school of thought process every time you open your mouths… neither of you thinks before you speak.
**********
Austin and Edward arrived at the Velvet Rabbit via the secured employee entrance. Edward looks up at the massive structure from the ground under the dark New York skies.
AUSTIN: I told you this was going to be awesome. I can’t believe this is your first time at The Rabbit.
Loud music thumps from inside the skyscraper of a club. Austin walks up to the back door lightly knocking. A hatch on the door slides open and a gentleman pears out.
AUSTIN: Hey Shaun.
The hatch closes and the door opens where the large, muscled frame of the Head of Security for the Velvet Rabbit, Shaun lets Austin and Edward in. Austin and Shaun shake hands as Austin introduces Eddie.
AUSTIN: Shaun this is my cuzzo Edward… Edward, this is the head of security, Shaun.
Edward and Shaun shake hands and immediately upon their hands touching…
EDWARD: Ouch, OUch, OUCh, OUCH!!
Edward lowers to one knee and yanks his hand away from Shaun.
EDWARD: Why so tough?
Austin rolls his eyes while Shaun shrugs it off.
AUSTIN: We will see you around.
Austin leads Edward through an employee area and out onto the main floor where thousands of sweaty bodies are dancing the night away!
EDWARD: YES!
**********
Justin, what you are about to find out is that while you can discredit me, while you can talk down to me, why you can show me the least amount of respect humanly possible… You can’t snuff out my passion, you can’t kill my determination, and you won’t be able to deny that you have sorely underestimated me. I don’t have to win every match, I don’t have to have my name on the marquee, and I don’t have to hold a Championship to garner the respect of my peers for never giving up. How many times have you left this sport only to come back? How many times have you thrown in the towel because you’ve OVERESTIMATED yourself? Maybe it’s time you start realizing that it’s not everyone else who is wrong about you, or what you bring to the table… but maybe it’s you drinking way too much of your own Kool-Aid.
… and it had better be Grape or else I’ve lost all respect for you.
I know that Summer Madness is a huge show for the WGWF, and I won’t lie when I say that it is a little intimidating because it’s the biggest show I’ve ever taken part in. I’ve never seen one company have a two-day event without the aid of recruitment or it is one of the cool kids “supershows”, so to say that I have a small part in such a big program highlighting so many tremendous talents is an honor and privilege to say the very least. I won’t take this moment for granted, but I’m sure Justin will.
*********
Hours later Edward Grado has found himself drunk and lost inside the maze that is the Velvet Rabbit. He stumbles into a room on the fourth floor where two dance stages are set up, the room is packed… and then it happened…
Edward’s ear’s popped up as his eyes were drawn to a stage. Immediately when the beat kicks in Edward’s feet and legs start thumping to the music of Madonna’s “Like a Prayer”. Emerging out on one of the stages to a large reception is none other than…
Grado’s eyes grow WIDE as Sam Chatman starts going into a routine on the stage.
EDWARD: HE’S GLORIOUS!
Without hesitation…
Edward struts ass to the empty stage to the left of where Sam is performing. Sam rips off his shirt before seeing Edward strutting up the stairs to the stage. Edward blows Sam a kiss and takes to the pole on the second stage! The live crowd doesn’t know what to think. Edward attempts to spin around the pole, but he falls. Edward pops back up to his feet and rips off his shirt exposing his luscious beer belly that hangs over the rim of his daisy dukes yet it is tucked behind the top of his wrestling singlet
But something suddenly started to happen…
A movement…
It shouldn’t have…
… but it did.
Edward Grado removed his fanny pack and found his way out of his Daisy Dukes and is in a full-blown singlet. He trips and catches himself on the stripper pole while on the other stage, the dance-off has officially begun! Sam Chatman’s stage is rushed by vixens of the night as they rip his tearaway pants off him exposing his red thong while the bills go flying. Edward shoots an evil look at Sameul who smirks while grinding away. Edward's frown turns upside down as he wears his fanny pack like a necklace…
The crowd starts to gather around Grado’s stage.
Grado shifts his ass toward Sam and starts to twerk, horrifically. Sam brushes off Grado’s attempts and breaks out into a routine that starts causing panties to drop and be hurled toward the stage. Sam snags a pair and shoots them over at Edward like a rubber band. Grado shrieks in terror and runs to the other side of the stage doing pelvic thrusts like they’re going out of style. Edward, losing this battle by a mile, holds up his index finger.
Edward Grado reaches for the fanny pack and begins to unzip the compartment.
What’s inside?
What can it be?
Edward reaches inside the compartment and pulls out…
BUBBLES!
Edward cracks the top and starts blowing bubbles around his stage when suddenly…
Members of the crowd dance with Edward until his tackled by Shaun, head of security. Shaun yanks Edward up by the back of his tights and carries him off the vacant stage so that the actual performer can take it.
**********
I’m not going to pretend to be some mega threat to anyone’s existence, I mean look at me. Who else rocks a mean muffin top like mine? Never mind, don’t answer that for it could land you in hot water. The deal is simple, Justin made the challenge, but nobody answered… So I did. While I’ve sat back and done some homework, while I can see the kinks in Justin York's armor doesn’t mean that he’s going to suck eggs against me when the bell rings because Mr. York does have some skills. He’s not completely terrible, there are some glimmers of hope before he buries himself under his verbal diarrhea. I’ve had quite the adventure with my first trip to the Velvet Rabbit.
Who is this Sam Chatman?
I think I like him.
**********
AUSTIN: BRO!
Austin smacks Edward in the back of the head as Shaun hands Grado over to him.
AUSTIN: Thanks for not tossing him, Shaun.
Shaun nods as Austin snatches Grado by the arm and walks him away from the public eye.
AUSTIN: Do you want to tell me what possessed you to hop on the stage? They’re for performers only.
EDWARD: Three things.
Edward then states.
EDWARD: One, Madonna. Two, I am a performer. Three, who was that drink of water on the other stage… because I think I’m in love.
Austin rolls his eyes as the scene fades.