Post by Johnny Reb on May 14, 2017 3:08:19 GMT
His perfect, curly blonde hair dripping sweat, the man known as Johnny Revolution slumps against the pull-down machine after yet another hellacious yet. A pony-tailed woman in a thong leotard carefully wipes his shirtless back while another, a brunette in yoga pants and a work-out bra, hurriedly fetches him a drink of water. He looks up and notices the WWL camera crew, headed up by an attractive young Hispanic woman in a tight fitting business suit which reveals nearly as much of her curvy physique as the women currently attending to the blonde man.
"What took you so long...? Of all the Warrior Wrestling League, nobody's made a bigger splash than me in the last battle royal. Madman hid behind Rogar, Wild Child just straight up hid and KnightMask was unconscious for most of it...meanwhile, I kicked butt and took names with the only team I ever needed...my two fists. But this whole week, while I've been hitting the gym and the mat...I haven't heard a word, not a peep from you so-called wrestling press. Maybe you guys got confused and looked for me in all the local hospitals...or maybe in the insane asylum that our so-called champion probably rents out a room at? Maybe you just didn't get that, instead of screwing around pretending to be Batman--I'm looking at you KnightMask, you mute idiot--instead of licking my wounds like a fat invalid...I'd be doing what a real wrestler does...hitting the gym, pumping the iron and making myself into an even more perfect weapon than I already am."
Selena Cruz found herself gawking as he flexed his pectorials rhythmically, only vaguely noticing his lips curl into a smirk.
"I know that's hard for you to believe Selena, but you ain't seen the best of me. Its really going to stretch your imagination, but I can get even better babe."
Gathering herself with a gulp, Selena looked down at her question sheet, fumbling nervously.
"Now, what I wanted to ask you was, erm..."
Gently, the rugged blonde wrestler hushes the woman.
"Selena, this not my time...this is your time, babe. You've worked hard, you've gone to journalism school and now your moment is hear. You're standing , just inches away from greatness...here you are, looking at the future of wrestling. This is the greatest moment in your life...enjoy it, soak it in. Don't waste it asking silly questions. I want you to enjoy this moment, because unless you do something about that birthmark and your posture...this might be the closest you ever get to me...Johnny Reb.
That's right. You heard correct. Johnny Reb. I don't know where Johnny Revolution is and I don't care. I used his name to get into the Warrior Wrestling League and get signed and now I'm going to take that name and toss it in the trash where UWL has-beens like Madman, Rogar and yes, Slick Doctor...that beer-swilling piece of crap belong. My legacy...my win streak...my march to the top begins here and now. Or it will...as soon as you take your camera crew and your hungry brown eyes and get out of here so I can get back to work. Or better yet, grab some work out clothes and hit the gym yourself....then maybe you'll be able to do more than just dream about me for the rest of your life, Selena.
As for the WWL...well, I'm going to trash each and everyone of you eventually...but I may as well start with Slick Doctor, assuming his alcoholism doesn't kill his worthless hide before he can find his way to the ring.
TIME FOR A REBELLION!"
"What took you so long...? Of all the Warrior Wrestling League, nobody's made a bigger splash than me in the last battle royal. Madman hid behind Rogar, Wild Child just straight up hid and KnightMask was unconscious for most of it...meanwhile, I kicked butt and took names with the only team I ever needed...my two fists. But this whole week, while I've been hitting the gym and the mat...I haven't heard a word, not a peep from you so-called wrestling press. Maybe you guys got confused and looked for me in all the local hospitals...or maybe in the insane asylum that our so-called champion probably rents out a room at? Maybe you just didn't get that, instead of screwing around pretending to be Batman--I'm looking at you KnightMask, you mute idiot--instead of licking my wounds like a fat invalid...I'd be doing what a real wrestler does...hitting the gym, pumping the iron and making myself into an even more perfect weapon than I already am."
Selena Cruz found herself gawking as he flexed his pectorials rhythmically, only vaguely noticing his lips curl into a smirk.
"I know that's hard for you to believe Selena, but you ain't seen the best of me. Its really going to stretch your imagination, but I can get even better babe."
Gathering herself with a gulp, Selena looked down at her question sheet, fumbling nervously.
"Now, what I wanted to ask you was, erm..."
Gently, the rugged blonde wrestler hushes the woman.
"Selena, this not my time...this is your time, babe. You've worked hard, you've gone to journalism school and now your moment is hear. You're standing , just inches away from greatness...here you are, looking at the future of wrestling. This is the greatest moment in your life...enjoy it, soak it in. Don't waste it asking silly questions. I want you to enjoy this moment, because unless you do something about that birthmark and your posture...this might be the closest you ever get to me...Johnny Reb.
That's right. You heard correct. Johnny Reb. I don't know where Johnny Revolution is and I don't care. I used his name to get into the Warrior Wrestling League and get signed and now I'm going to take that name and toss it in the trash where UWL has-beens like Madman, Rogar and yes, Slick Doctor...that beer-swilling piece of crap belong. My legacy...my win streak...my march to the top begins here and now. Or it will...as soon as you take your camera crew and your hungry brown eyes and get out of here so I can get back to work. Or better yet, grab some work out clothes and hit the gym yourself....then maybe you'll be able to do more than just dream about me for the rest of your life, Selena.
As for the WWL...well, I'm going to trash each and everyone of you eventually...but I may as well start with Slick Doctor, assuming his alcoholism doesn't kill his worthless hide before he can find his way to the ring.
TIME FOR A REBELLION!"