Post by Jason Mudd on Apr 14, 2011 2:02:57 GMT -5
A man stands before the video camera, a broadcast going out toward millions across the internet. Viral videos are the fastest way to spread information; however, this video is geared toward a specific view within those millions. The few targeted? Members of the elite wrestling organization known as the WGWF.
The man has a bit of age upon himself, looking to be in his early forties. He's built, though. What's most important is the look in his ice blue hues. The dead stare that tells of years of experience in the business. His eyes dart for a second to the side, a small nod showing he acknowledged some piece of information. He clears his throat and stares straight back into the camera.
The man speaks.
"I am Jem Williams. For those of you that have not lived the last decade with your head up your ass, or your love partners for that matter, would know that. For those of you that know that, you're asking yourself one simple, no matter how important, of a question. What the FUCK am I doing broadcasting a message under the WGWF signal?"
The man whom has introduced himself as Jem Williams simply grins.
"Does it fucking matter? What does matter is that I am here. I have a statement to make and it sure as hell is going to be heard. To get things straighten out fairly quickly, let me just say to those that do know me... don't worry. I'm not signing a contract with this company. While all of you sigh with relief, the rock dwellers can count themselves lucky that I'm not gracing the halls of this business. Think I'm blowing smoke up your ass? Talk to James Raven. Talk to Zach Rizza. Talk to John Gambino. Hell, even RJ Palmer can tell you a thing or two that he's heard."
Jem takes a second then continues.
"What I am here to say, it isn't for myself. It's for this business. This company. The WGWF. I've been keeping my eye on the place for a while. We all know of the X-Treme Wrestling Federation and all that jazz. But when you're in the company you can't but help to let your eyes wander a little. It's like a marriage. You may be committed to something but it doesn't mean when you see a fine piece of ass walk by that you don't snap a few glimpses and stares."
Jem grins.
"What it boils down to... the WGWF isn't my kind of tail. Brunettes to blondes, you know, that kind of thing. But there is someone who knows the ropes that does find a liking to this company. For some reason, he likes the WGWF. He likes the atmosphere. The fresh air. The bullshit that goes on. The potential."
Jem gives a shrug, looking off camera for a second then back at the lens, focusing again.
"I'm being told I need to wrap this up. Bitches being fucking picky with their promos. Go figure. But I'm simply going to state one thing. Perk up all you lazy fucks and quit relaxing. Stop getting comfortable in your positions and get yourselves ready. I may not be coming to kick each and everyone of your asses but the man that is will stomp an ironic mud hole clean through each and everyone of you. He will piss you off with every word he says, annoy you to no end, and when you get in the ring to think you stand an ounce of a chance against him... he'll write the check his mouth cashed with your ass instead, kicking your teeth straight down your throat! Understand one word and obtain the single greatest REALIZATION that you'll ever have came across with the words I speak to you today.
WGWF?
You are fucked. Just sayin'."
With that, the image stays for a few seconds before flickering to a simple black screen with the WGWF logo spread across it.