Post by shocking1981 on Mar 4, 2009 23:16:30 GMT -5
Blake Parish is sitting in the locker room unwrapping his hands after a long work out session when he hears a knock on the door.
Parish: Come in! He calls with his back to the door.
Unknown: Thought I told you never sit with your back to the door?
Parish stops. Stands.
Parish: You also told me never enter a new company without someone to watch your back, and it worked out pretty well for you, didn't it... He turns to face the voice. Wrestling IV?
Mr. Wrestling IV: That's Mr Wrestling IV to you, boy! The 2 men square off as if about to trade blows, Mr. Wrestling IV drops his bag while Parish bites the loose tape on his fists free. And it sure did.
They hug and Mr Wrestling IV lefts Parish in the air with a bear hug, then place him down again.
Parish: Boy? Anyway, Welcome to Michigan and the MWA, Old man.
Wrestling IV: Watch it. I could still gorilla press you into the lockers.
Parish: And I could snap your arm in 5 places... God, it's good to have a familiar face around here.
Wrestling IV: Good to be here. Thanks for putting in a good word for me with the Hunters. I appreciate it. But, you should really face the door. ALWAYS!!! You never know when some son of a b***h is gonna sneak in and BANG!!! Chair shot and you miss an opportunity.
Parish: Well, with my partner now here, I have someone to watch my back for me and someone to win some gold with. Right, Short-stack?
Wrestling IV: Yeah yeah, Goldilocks. Now, what is the deal with Sara Sanderson? She is one hot little number.
Parish: And I already have that number, thank you. Wait, you saw Sara out there? Did it have anything to do with the little ruckus I heard?
Wrestling IV: What? That? It was nothing. That little weasel Garrett Rodgers. I hated him in the ring, and I hate him more now cause he won't shut up! The douche bag made a crack about my mask, like he'd never seen one before... I wanted to break him in 2.
Parish: Don't worry about Rodgers. We already have opponents this week. Some guys called J.C. Punk and Mars.
Wrestling IV: What are they like?
Parish: I have no idea, I think they might have been sign when you were, and I haven't seen them. But I can introduce you to the bosses and see what they know.
Wrestling IV: Excellent. Then we can get down to business. No Flash, No Flare... "Simply Wrestling"
Parish and Mr. Wrestling IV leave the locker room and head to the office of Charlotte and J.J. Hunter, exchanging kindhearted insults along the way
Parish: Come in! He calls with his back to the door.
Unknown: Thought I told you never sit with your back to the door?
Parish stops. Stands.
Parish: You also told me never enter a new company without someone to watch your back, and it worked out pretty well for you, didn't it... He turns to face the voice. Wrestling IV?
Mr. Wrestling IV: That's Mr Wrestling IV to you, boy! The 2 men square off as if about to trade blows, Mr. Wrestling IV drops his bag while Parish bites the loose tape on his fists free. And it sure did.
They hug and Mr Wrestling IV lefts Parish in the air with a bear hug, then place him down again.
Parish: Boy? Anyway, Welcome to Michigan and the MWA, Old man.
Wrestling IV: Watch it. I could still gorilla press you into the lockers.
Parish: And I could snap your arm in 5 places... God, it's good to have a familiar face around here.
Wrestling IV: Good to be here. Thanks for putting in a good word for me with the Hunters. I appreciate it. But, you should really face the door. ALWAYS!!! You never know when some son of a b***h is gonna sneak in and BANG!!! Chair shot and you miss an opportunity.
Parish: Well, with my partner now here, I have someone to watch my back for me and someone to win some gold with. Right, Short-stack?
Wrestling IV: Yeah yeah, Goldilocks. Now, what is the deal with Sara Sanderson? She is one hot little number.
Parish: And I already have that number, thank you. Wait, you saw Sara out there? Did it have anything to do with the little ruckus I heard?
Wrestling IV: What? That? It was nothing. That little weasel Garrett Rodgers. I hated him in the ring, and I hate him more now cause he won't shut up! The douche bag made a crack about my mask, like he'd never seen one before... I wanted to break him in 2.
Parish: Don't worry about Rodgers. We already have opponents this week. Some guys called J.C. Punk and Mars.
Wrestling IV: What are they like?
Parish: I have no idea, I think they might have been sign when you were, and I haven't seen them. But I can introduce you to the bosses and see what they know.
Wrestling IV: Excellent. Then we can get down to business. No Flash, No Flare... "Simply Wrestling"
Parish and Mr. Wrestling IV leave the locker room and head to the office of Charlotte and J.J. Hunter, exchanging kindhearted insults along the way
