Extraordinary Number of Posses
Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2018 9:25 pm
"SPEAR! Spear by Edge!"
EC3 was breathing heavily as he watched the screen backstage, arm covering his abdomen as he winced in pain. He looked on angrily as the video recap showed Edge pinning him 1...2...3 from Warfare two weeks ago. To add insult to injury, he watched on as he attempted to attack Edge from behind and wind up eating a picture perfect RKO for his troubles. Almost on cue, a stabbing of pain in the back of his neck seared down his body as he groaned.
Renee Young: EC3, I wanted to get your thoughts about--
EC3 rolled his eyes and interjected before she could finish her sentence.
EC3: My thoughts? Nice, Renee. Real banger job with the cutting edge journalism. I... wasn't ready. I--
He winced hard as he felt another jolt of pain.
EC3: Edge, the stupid coward that he is, caught me off guard with that spear. I was just trying to talk some sense into the guy and he attacked me without provocation! I am a man of exceptional class and I wanted to have a conversation. But apparently that's not how people like to do business here. Glorified retirees like Edge and Randy Orton want to attack me while my guard is down? That's fine. I can play that game, too.
Renee Young: What do you mean by that?
EC3: Christ, Renee. Do I need to spell it out for you? Did you win this job in a contest?
She narrowed her eyes at him menacingly, but said nothing. He smirked.
EC3: Allow me to break it down for you. If those two dopes want to mess with me, I guess I'm going to need to have someone to watch my back as well. And it won't take long, either. Lots of wrestlers here in the EBWF who have brains, I'll bet they'll be lining up to team up with a guy like me.
Two weeks later...
Backstage at the Quicken Loans Arena, EC3 furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at a printed piece of stock paper that was in his hand. He shook his head with an exasperated look on his face as he scanned the document. Approaching him, once again, was Renee Young who looked him up and down. She gave him a wry smile.
Renee Young: So, how have you been managing the line of wrestlers wanting to team up with you?
Her fingers went up into air quotes at "team up". EC3 reared back and greeted her remark with sarcastically uproarious laughter.
EC3: Did you just come up with that yourself? I tell you, Renee. That glorious wit is going to serve you well in your next job as a Starbucks barista.
Renee's smirk faded as she glowered at the unamused One Percenter.
Renee Young: It's no wonder you can't manage to get any friends around here.
EC3: Oh, don't you worry Renee. I'll find some allies soon. These miserable jack wagons in EBWF just haven't figured out something that you already know. I'm a championship pedigree competitor. No, that's not why I'm here. Have you seen this thing?
He turned the printed stick paper around so it could face the camera behind Renee. Renee scanned it and nodded.
Renee Young: Dalton Castle's King of the Ring pamphlet?
EC3: Yep. What the hell is this? A flyer? Are we selling admission to an improv show? This is by far the dumbest thing I have ever seen in my career as a wrestler.
Renee Young: You know, Dalton Castle has quite the history in EBWF. He's a huge fan favorite amongst the EBWF Universe.
EC3: Oh, the EBWF Universe has voted for this guy? That's a real comfort Renee. Why you don't you tell me his grade point average or some other utterly unimportant piece of information. Renee, Dalton Castle is not an important wrestler by any stretch of the imagination. Look at me! I need top tier level talent, because I AM top tier level talent! Edge may have pulled a fast one on me like a scrub, but he's a former World Champion! What has Dalton Castle done? Was he voted Most Likely to Take Catering Leftovers in Doggie Bags?
Renee Young: He's a former Gateway Champion and he, unlike you, has had a tag team partner and held the tag titles as well.
EC3: You cut me deep, blondie. No, none of that bothers me. Dalton Castle is one man, and there's no single man on this roster that can match me in skills. You're going to find that out real quickly.
Renee Young: You have to consider the possibility that his "Boys" may factor into the match as well.
EC3: His "boys"?
EC3 exhaled loudly, huffing and rolling his eyes with a near high school level of exaggeration.
EC3: Does everyone in this god damn company run with a posse? What is this, a maximum security prison?
He angrily ripped up Dalton Castle's flyer, crumbled it up, and threw it off camera.
EC3: Alright, I'm done with this. I appreciate that Dalton Castle was finally able to use that Bachelor's Degree in marketing to good use, but I'm not going to lose to some puffed up peacock and his manservants. I earned my way into this company by being in the absolute top one percent, Renee. I may have been screwed out of the King of the Ring tournament by Edge and his derpy sidekick, but I am not allowing this to happen. I will find someone to have my back eventually. But for now, my focus is on putting this circus freak with the porn mustache away. Him and his stupid manservants.
Renee Young: Yeah, okay. Well, good luck putting your coalition together.
Renee rolled her eyes and walked off, leaving the cameraman to zoom in on the One Percenter as he watched Renee's exit. He threw his arms up.
EC3: No respect.
He shook his head quietly as his arms came to a rest in an akimbo position. The scene faded to black.
EC3 was breathing heavily as he watched the screen backstage, arm covering his abdomen as he winced in pain. He looked on angrily as the video recap showed Edge pinning him 1...2...3 from Warfare two weeks ago. To add insult to injury, he watched on as he attempted to attack Edge from behind and wind up eating a picture perfect RKO for his troubles. Almost on cue, a stabbing of pain in the back of his neck seared down his body as he groaned.
Renee Young: EC3, I wanted to get your thoughts about--
EC3 rolled his eyes and interjected before she could finish her sentence.
EC3: My thoughts? Nice, Renee. Real banger job with the cutting edge journalism. I... wasn't ready. I--
He winced hard as he felt another jolt of pain.
EC3: Edge, the stupid coward that he is, caught me off guard with that spear. I was just trying to talk some sense into the guy and he attacked me without provocation! I am a man of exceptional class and I wanted to have a conversation. But apparently that's not how people like to do business here. Glorified retirees like Edge and Randy Orton want to attack me while my guard is down? That's fine. I can play that game, too.
Renee Young: What do you mean by that?
EC3: Christ, Renee. Do I need to spell it out for you? Did you win this job in a contest?
She narrowed her eyes at him menacingly, but said nothing. He smirked.
EC3: Allow me to break it down for you. If those two dopes want to mess with me, I guess I'm going to need to have someone to watch my back as well. And it won't take long, either. Lots of wrestlers here in the EBWF who have brains, I'll bet they'll be lining up to team up with a guy like me.
Two weeks later...
Backstage at the Quicken Loans Arena, EC3 furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at a printed piece of stock paper that was in his hand. He shook his head with an exasperated look on his face as he scanned the document. Approaching him, once again, was Renee Young who looked him up and down. She gave him a wry smile.
Renee Young: So, how have you been managing the line of wrestlers wanting to team up with you?
Her fingers went up into air quotes at "team up". EC3 reared back and greeted her remark with sarcastically uproarious laughter.
EC3: Did you just come up with that yourself? I tell you, Renee. That glorious wit is going to serve you well in your next job as a Starbucks barista.
Renee's smirk faded as she glowered at the unamused One Percenter.
Renee Young: It's no wonder you can't manage to get any friends around here.
EC3: Oh, don't you worry Renee. I'll find some allies soon. These miserable jack wagons in EBWF just haven't figured out something that you already know. I'm a championship pedigree competitor. No, that's not why I'm here. Have you seen this thing?
He turned the printed stick paper around so it could face the camera behind Renee. Renee scanned it and nodded.
Renee Young: Dalton Castle's King of the Ring pamphlet?
EC3: Yep. What the hell is this? A flyer? Are we selling admission to an improv show? This is by far the dumbest thing I have ever seen in my career as a wrestler.
Renee Young: You know, Dalton Castle has quite the history in EBWF. He's a huge fan favorite amongst the EBWF Universe.
EC3: Oh, the EBWF Universe has voted for this guy? That's a real comfort Renee. Why you don't you tell me his grade point average or some other utterly unimportant piece of information. Renee, Dalton Castle is not an important wrestler by any stretch of the imagination. Look at me! I need top tier level talent, because I AM top tier level talent! Edge may have pulled a fast one on me like a scrub, but he's a former World Champion! What has Dalton Castle done? Was he voted Most Likely to Take Catering Leftovers in Doggie Bags?
Renee Young: He's a former Gateway Champion and he, unlike you, has had a tag team partner and held the tag titles as well.
EC3: You cut me deep, blondie. No, none of that bothers me. Dalton Castle is one man, and there's no single man on this roster that can match me in skills. You're going to find that out real quickly.
Renee Young: You have to consider the possibility that his "Boys" may factor into the match as well.
EC3: His "boys"?
EC3 exhaled loudly, huffing and rolling his eyes with a near high school level of exaggeration.
EC3: Does everyone in this god damn company run with a posse? What is this, a maximum security prison?
He angrily ripped up Dalton Castle's flyer, crumbled it up, and threw it off camera.
EC3: Alright, I'm done with this. I appreciate that Dalton Castle was finally able to use that Bachelor's Degree in marketing to good use, but I'm not going to lose to some puffed up peacock and his manservants. I earned my way into this company by being in the absolute top one percent, Renee. I may have been screwed out of the King of the Ring tournament by Edge and his derpy sidekick, but I am not allowing this to happen. I will find someone to have my back eventually. But for now, my focus is on putting this circus freak with the porn mustache away. Him and his stupid manservants.
Renee Young: Yeah, okay. Well, good luck putting your coalition together.
Renee rolled her eyes and walked off, leaving the cameraman to zoom in on the One Percenter as he watched Renee's exit. He threw his arms up.
EC3: No respect.
He shook his head quietly as his arms came to a rest in an akimbo position. The scene faded to black.
