Post by Cramshaw on Mar 30, 2018 0:32:20 GMT -5
*The scene opens to a set up of video cameras, with a black curtain draped over a steel structure flashes from what we can only assume are cameras getting their first look at the hottest AWA signing, the best in the nation, the emperor of intellectualism, the GRANDEST PRIX OF THEM ALL; MAGNUS CRAMSHAW!*
'MAGNUS! MAGNUS!"
*The press berates Cramshaw with requests for answers to all of their questions and to pose for their photographs as he walks on to the scene, he wears a very nice; brown colored suit with a tie hanging around his neck, his dress shoes polished to the nines, his monocle over his left eye, hair slicked back with the most hair gel a man can find; and a championship belt draped over his left shoulder that reads "Commonwealth Heavyweight Champion" on it. Cramshaw stares at the press, as they continue to annoy him with their requests*
"Scram! All of you annoying little peasants!"
*Members of the press all look at each other, confused by this abrupt request of Magnus Cramshaw demanding they leave the building.*
"I SAID SCRAM! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE YOU LITTLE TWERPS! BEFORE I RIP YOUR HEAD OFF AND FEED IT TO THE WOLVES!"
*The press runs out of the building as Cramshaw picks up his walking stick, and lunges at them; he slams the door behind them and turns the lock, leaving only him and the video cameras; he gets back in the spotlight in front of the curtain; he clears his throat.*
"ACTION!"
*He stares deeply into the camera, monocle on his left eye; dressed to the nines, walking stick in his right hand.*
"Hello, Absolute Wrestling Alliance. The premium leader in an absolute roster full of wannabes and has - bins. The handful of boys playing men who have decided to sign the dotted line on contracts around this place, have nothing on the current Commonwealth Heavyweight Champion! I come here from England, at the young age that I am, to prove to all of you white trash Americans, that I will reign as the supreme and become the champion of America!
*Cramshow rips his monocle from his eye, and tosses it down; it hits him in the shoulder; and hangs from his neck.*
"The fact of the matter is, Magnus Cramshaw the second; was not booked as the main attraction for the first showcase in the promotion we are calling AWA. For that reason, I am issuing an open challenge to any man, child, woman or old hag that dare step into the ring with the masterpiece that is THE INTELLECTUAL ONE! Hulk Hogan, Ric Flair, Mountain Fiji, Lady Liberty, I don't give a goddamn if you are Ronald Reagan! Step inside the ring with me, and feel the power of the ROYAL DDT!
*Magnus points his walking stick at the camera*
"I'm going to tear any loser who stands in front of me, limb to limb! I'm going to cut chop them right in the back of the knee and leave them knelt down looking up at...
At...
AT ME! AT PERFECTION! At a man so flawless, they wish they could be molded into my image! I AM THE GRANDEST PRIX IN THIS COMPANY! THE GRANDEST PRICE; WILL BE PAID WHEN I BEAT ALL OF YOU TO A PULP!
*The Intellectual One rips the tie from around his neck and throws it to the ground.*
"MARCH THIRTY FIRST! SOMEONE BEST SHOW UP TO FACE THE LIKES OF MAGNUS CRAMSHAW THE SECOND; OR ELSE!
*The lights dim, and the room goes black.*
"CUT!"
