Post by The King on Oct 29, 2018 16:04:11 GMT -5
Anguish walks through the curtains and throws the steel chair down in gorilla, an abrupt silence casting a shadow in the once lively room. 'Big Redd' stops and stares at all the staff members producing the momentous event - the almighty lot of them - and subtly sneers his nose. He storms out, leaving his tag team partners behind, and walks on down the backstage passage of Croke Park. He storms into one of the lockerooms and ignores everyone, heading to his bag and picking it up - almost in a rush - and heading back out of the room.
Good man Redd, the fucking import deserved it.
As Anguish leaves the room he's met by a few of his old school wrestling buddies, namely the British Bullet and a few others.
Got a good view of it from the audience?
The British Bullet almost laughs at the question.
Nah, the seats were rubbish, ring was barely visible from where we were. Titantron was good though, not as big as I was expecting, but certainly better than those bingo halls we used to run.
Anguish pats Bullet on the back, then smiles at a few of his other mates.
Bingo halls, man, those were the days huh.
Sure were, the times when an import would be a reject sports entertainer - not some prison jackass.
Even then, those fuckers didn't deserve it, us UK vets would get payed little to none just to lay down for them, all in the hope of winning the bosses' favor and getting better opportunities down the line - in reality, we could whoop their asses any day of the week. So to be fair Redd, glad you did that to Chronister.
I know it's not a win in the record books, but it sets the message straight. It's time for us 'hidden gems' to stand up, amirite lads?
Fuck yeah.
They all head out of the arena as Anguish puts on a tank top and some sport-shorts - heading into his mate's car and speeding off.