Post by evanmcdonald1 on Nov 9, 2012 20:29:02 GMT -4
Evan’s debut match in APW was set and he had a big challenge ahead of him, a Fatal Four Way Extreme Rules match against three other newcomers, Mascara, Scrap and Chris Gunn, not only that but the Scotsman had an appearance on a talk show, what will happen?
A local talk show
November 9th, 2012, 11:00pm
Why did I agree to do this show again? Oh, that’s right, free publicity! Well that and it’s an excuse to do a promo without waiting for APW’S camera crew.
The show has just returned from commercial break and me and my lady friends are up next, the applause is heard throughout the studio a stagehand approaches me. “You’re up next Evan.” The stagehand told me and I ignored him before making my way to the stage area with an attractive woman on each arm.
“Ladies and gentlemen, up next is a professional wrestler who will soon be debuting in the popular wrestling promotion APW and from what I hear he’s quite the lady’s man.” The host said and the last comment earned a few wolf whistles from the crowd. “Please welcome “The Scottish Sensation” Evan McDonald!” The host announces and I frowned before making my way out accompanied by the two women, I sat down and the two women sat next to me and proceeded to start feeling me up. “Welcome to the show Evan…..”
“First off, get my nickname right, it’s “Your Scottish Sensation” not “The Scottish Sensation”.” I interrupted him and the host cleared his throat. “Second, how about we cut to the chase?”
“Right, right, so Evan, you came all the way down here from Edinburgh Scotland to compete for APW despite the fact that there are quite a few wrestling promotions in the UK.” The host started and I rolled my eyes. “So why come all the way down here to wrestle?”
“Why? For starters, as much as I love English women they simply can’t compete with American women!” I said before giving the two beauties quick kisses on their cheeks getting a few more wolf whistles from the crowd. “By the way ladies, as hard as it is to believe, I am single!” I added and the ladies in the crowd cheered. “As for my other reason, fame and glory, the UK doesn’t have wrestling feds as big as say WWE or APW, there’s also the fact that I saw how successful WWE was with their brand extension and I decided that I wanted a piece of the action.”
“So, why not go with the WWE then?” The host acts and I rolled my eyes with a scoff.
“Please, that dump is so stuck in the past you’d think it was a museum!” I responded getting a few laughs from the crowd. “With APW though I can forge my own destiny and not have to worry about some old has been hogging all the glory.”
“How about we talk about your lady friends, do they distract you?” The host asked and I chuckled.
“All the time.” I answered and the crowd laughed at that. “If you meant as far as my wrestling career goes, I give them strict instructions before each off my matches, stay backstage, don’t interfere unless needed and if she screws up I send her packing.” I explained before grinning. “I also have strict instructions for what happens after the match but if I went into any more detail you’d have to cut this segment from the show.”
“Yes, thank you for that.” The host said with a nervous grin, he obviously had caught on to what I meant by that very quickly. “Let’s take some questions from the audience, err, yes the man in the black shirt.” The host said and the cameraman panned over to the man.
“What are your thoughts on your opponents this week?” The man asked and my grin grew wider, this was the question that I was waiting for.
“Ah yes, for the uninformed my first APW match is a Fatal Four Way Extreme Rules Match against Scrap, Chris Gunn and Mascara.” I started and the crowd wooed at that. “Never heard of them? There’s a good reason for that, they are making their debuts as well and I’ll personally see to it that their careers will end before they even begin.”
“That’s a bit harsh isn’t it?” The host asks with a nervous laugh and I shook my head.
“Not at all, I need to send an effective message to the other wrestlers in APW and what better way to do that then to be the man who killed three careers in one night?” I pointed out and the host bit his lip unsure of how to respond to that. “I’ll start with the only other man to promote this match so far Scrap but trust me; this’ll be as short as your sex life.”
“Hey wait a minute…..” The host trailed off upon realizing what I had just said but I didn’t let him finish as I turned to the camera.
“Scrap, you may claim to be a king but I am here to dethrone you in your first match so you may as well go around calling yourself “the pauper” from now on.” I said with my ever present smirk on my face. “For that matter, what the bloody *bleep* does……seriously, its post watershed and you still censored that?! Ah forget it! What exactly does ATL stand for and why are you the king of it? Actually on second thought don’t answer that, not only do I not care but it won’t matter after this week’s addition of Meltdown.”
“Am I going to get a word in at some point?” The host asks awkwardly and I turned to him.
“No.” I said simply and the host threw his arms up in frustration. “Moving along, next up on the chopping block is “The Golden Boy” Chris Gunn who seems to think that just because he’s had a stint in Japan and that he looks like a bloody cartoon character makes him special, please, I’ve been to Japan and I’ve wrestled there, do you see me basing my whole character around that fact, no? Well that’s because I have more common sense than that!”
“Is he even sticking to the script we gave him at this point?” The host asked a stagehand who shook his head. “Ah screw it; this segment will probably give the show massive ratings anyway!”
“Ratings matter in this day and age?” I asked with a scoff before turning back to the camera. “Last but not least we have our obligatory Luchador from Mexico Mascara, you may think your hot stuff just because you wrestle a high flying style but all I’ll need to do is ground you with one of my power moves and that’ll be the end for you, be sure to enjoy your trip back to Mexico thanks to the fine folks at the department of immigration after I’m done with you.”
“Err, speaking of time our time is almost up, any final words Evan?” The host asked and I grinned in response to that.
“Yes, this has been “Your Scottish Sensation” Evan McDonald not only providing folks with a reason to watch this talk show but reminding the fans at home and my opponents why I am the best at what I do and the best that England has to offer.” I added before the crowd applauded.
“Give it up for Evan McDonald everybody!” The host called out as me and my lady friends made our way backstage.
“You were great out there Evan!” One of the women said and I grinned at that.
“We should celebrate in your dressing room!” The other woman said and I grinned as they dragged me into the dressing room as the scene fades.
A local talk show
November 9th, 2012, 11:00pm
Why did I agree to do this show again? Oh, that’s right, free publicity! Well that and it’s an excuse to do a promo without waiting for APW’S camera crew.
The show has just returned from commercial break and me and my lady friends are up next, the applause is heard throughout the studio a stagehand approaches me. “You’re up next Evan.” The stagehand told me and I ignored him before making my way to the stage area with an attractive woman on each arm.
“Ladies and gentlemen, up next is a professional wrestler who will soon be debuting in the popular wrestling promotion APW and from what I hear he’s quite the lady’s man.” The host said and the last comment earned a few wolf whistles from the crowd. “Please welcome “The Scottish Sensation” Evan McDonald!” The host announces and I frowned before making my way out accompanied by the two women, I sat down and the two women sat next to me and proceeded to start feeling me up. “Welcome to the show Evan…..”
“First off, get my nickname right, it’s “Your Scottish Sensation” not “The Scottish Sensation”.” I interrupted him and the host cleared his throat. “Second, how about we cut to the chase?”
“Right, right, so Evan, you came all the way down here from Edinburgh Scotland to compete for APW despite the fact that there are quite a few wrestling promotions in the UK.” The host started and I rolled my eyes. “So why come all the way down here to wrestle?”
“Why? For starters, as much as I love English women they simply can’t compete with American women!” I said before giving the two beauties quick kisses on their cheeks getting a few more wolf whistles from the crowd. “By the way ladies, as hard as it is to believe, I am single!” I added and the ladies in the crowd cheered. “As for my other reason, fame and glory, the UK doesn’t have wrestling feds as big as say WWE or APW, there’s also the fact that I saw how successful WWE was with their brand extension and I decided that I wanted a piece of the action.”
“So, why not go with the WWE then?” The host acts and I rolled my eyes with a scoff.
“Please, that dump is so stuck in the past you’d think it was a museum!” I responded getting a few laughs from the crowd. “With APW though I can forge my own destiny and not have to worry about some old has been hogging all the glory.”
“How about we talk about your lady friends, do they distract you?” The host asked and I chuckled.
“All the time.” I answered and the crowd laughed at that. “If you meant as far as my wrestling career goes, I give them strict instructions before each off my matches, stay backstage, don’t interfere unless needed and if she screws up I send her packing.” I explained before grinning. “I also have strict instructions for what happens after the match but if I went into any more detail you’d have to cut this segment from the show.”
“Yes, thank you for that.” The host said with a nervous grin, he obviously had caught on to what I meant by that very quickly. “Let’s take some questions from the audience, err, yes the man in the black shirt.” The host said and the cameraman panned over to the man.
“What are your thoughts on your opponents this week?” The man asked and my grin grew wider, this was the question that I was waiting for.
“Ah yes, for the uninformed my first APW match is a Fatal Four Way Extreme Rules Match against Scrap, Chris Gunn and Mascara.” I started and the crowd wooed at that. “Never heard of them? There’s a good reason for that, they are making their debuts as well and I’ll personally see to it that their careers will end before they even begin.”
“That’s a bit harsh isn’t it?” The host asks with a nervous laugh and I shook my head.
“Not at all, I need to send an effective message to the other wrestlers in APW and what better way to do that then to be the man who killed three careers in one night?” I pointed out and the host bit his lip unsure of how to respond to that. “I’ll start with the only other man to promote this match so far Scrap but trust me; this’ll be as short as your sex life.”
“Hey wait a minute…..” The host trailed off upon realizing what I had just said but I didn’t let him finish as I turned to the camera.
“Scrap, you may claim to be a king but I am here to dethrone you in your first match so you may as well go around calling yourself “the pauper” from now on.” I said with my ever present smirk on my face. “For that matter, what the bloody *bleep* does……seriously, its post watershed and you still censored that?! Ah forget it! What exactly does ATL stand for and why are you the king of it? Actually on second thought don’t answer that, not only do I not care but it won’t matter after this week’s addition of Meltdown.”
“Am I going to get a word in at some point?” The host asks awkwardly and I turned to him.
“No.” I said simply and the host threw his arms up in frustration. “Moving along, next up on the chopping block is “The Golden Boy” Chris Gunn who seems to think that just because he’s had a stint in Japan and that he looks like a bloody cartoon character makes him special, please, I’ve been to Japan and I’ve wrestled there, do you see me basing my whole character around that fact, no? Well that’s because I have more common sense than that!”
“Is he even sticking to the script we gave him at this point?” The host asked a stagehand who shook his head. “Ah screw it; this segment will probably give the show massive ratings anyway!”
“Ratings matter in this day and age?” I asked with a scoff before turning back to the camera. “Last but not least we have our obligatory Luchador from Mexico Mascara, you may think your hot stuff just because you wrestle a high flying style but all I’ll need to do is ground you with one of my power moves and that’ll be the end for you, be sure to enjoy your trip back to Mexico thanks to the fine folks at the department of immigration after I’m done with you.”
“Err, speaking of time our time is almost up, any final words Evan?” The host asked and I grinned in response to that.
“Yes, this has been “Your Scottish Sensation” Evan McDonald not only providing folks with a reason to watch this talk show but reminding the fans at home and my opponents why I am the best at what I do and the best that England has to offer.” I added before the crowd applauded.
“Give it up for Evan McDonald everybody!” The host called out as me and my lady friends made our way backstage.
“You were great out there Evan!” One of the women said and I grinned at that.
“We should celebrate in your dressing room!” The other woman said and I grinned as they dragged me into the dressing room as the scene fades.
