Post by Manhattan White on Aug 27, 2011 7:22:28 GMT -4
~*~A flame cuts through the darkness. The camera pulls back as the flame touches the tip of a cigar, the tobacco leaves catching fire, a trail of smoke curls upward. As the camera pulls back further, we find the curling smile of one of APW's newest superstars, Manhattan White. His eyes close as he savors the flavor of the cigar, before his eyes snap open.~*~
Good day. My name is Manhattan White, but Mister Bodacious obviously already knows that. He's obviously done his homework.
~*~Manhattan rolls his eyes as some of the ash falls off the tip of his cigar.~*~
He read my company bio and made his assumptions. He saw that I'm from New Jersey and made the same tired jokes about my home being a cesspool, a stinking rat-hole slathered in despair and underachieving drains on society; not to be confused with his quirky babysitter with the gambling problem, affinity for prunes, and a butthole that Bobby hopes never quits. That is no joke. That isn't some easy shot at Bodacious' manhood, because I'm not one to judge a man and what or who he does behind closed doors. I'm just showing the world, that I too can read a man's bio and make silly assumptions on his character.
I also left a life of comfortable luxury to come work for APW because the one and only driving force in my life is to ruin the bodies and lives of other people. Apparently, that is a mistake?
~*~Manhattan looks around, confused by what he just said, and the camera pulls back to find his eyes have fallen on the wrestling ring he's been standing beside this entire time.~*~
Oh, good. For a second there, I was worried I'd joined a ballet company, rather than a professional wrestling organization. What, between Bobby's frilly strutting that he does around the ring before his matches, and his glaring misconception that a want to hurt people is a bad idea. A bad idea? Bobby, I realize that you're on your way out of here, the writing's on the wall. You main event in the last Asylum, obviously carried by the other names in the match, and now you're in the second match of the following Pay Per View against the new guy. The new guy. Clearly your contract is up. Clearly you're out of here. But what isn't so obvious is whether or not your lack of responsiveness in the ring is because you know you're out of here, or because you just aren't worth the damn that APW has put behind your name.
You have a certain swagger, I'll give you that, a likeability that makes it attractive for companies like APW to give guys like you a little limelight that may or may not be worthy of such attention. But aside from luck and the pushes that APW's given you out of the kindness of their heart and for the betterment of business, you have nothing on me but the knowledge of my bio and some guesses you've made about me.
~*~Manhattan flashes a sarcastic smile and gives two big, overly enthusiastic thumbs up. And then the smile slides off his face and his hands drop out of the shot.~*~
Bobby, this is the beginning, and you my friend, will be able to use that to your advantage from here on out. "Bobby Bodacious was the beginning, he started it all!"
~*~Mr. White actively sees the headlines in the air ahead of him. He stares and admires them for a moment before returning to the camera.~*~
You are the start of the end, Bobby. Shockwave marks the closing of a chapter in APW's push of superstars with a name, a look, and a marketability. Notice neither of those three things sounded anything like, talent, skill, or insatiable desire to win. You go through the motions and you've done it long enough to get by. All of that is over. All of that comes to a close at Shockwave. And here is why my madness isn't such a bad idea, after all. Here is why I will succeed in this business, in this company, because of my sole purpose for being here, my sole desire for being in APW is to destroy.
Because I don't have that swagger. I don't have that look. I have a madness that goes beyond t-shirts and catchphrases. I have a need to inflict pain that drowns out and smashes any dice rolling gimmicks. There are no dances here during signature finishing moves, no Twitter accounts for my fans to follow when they aren't eating my cereal or rolling around in bedsheets with my face on them. I am here to put an end in the sadness that exists inside APW's wrestling ring. I am here to put an end to the train wrecks that APW calls wrestling matches. And that is where my unquenchable thirst for inflicting pain will come in handy.
It isn't autobiography sales that get you title shots, not anymore, not with me here. Because when Shockwave comes, whether you were just looking to quit, or whether it is just a matter of your contract running out, it doesn't matter anymore. Because on Sunday night, I'm taking you out. I'm putting you down. Sell your likeness to whatever you want after that, because none of that will matter. Because my madness will have put an end to the sadness of your career. I will have shown you exactly where you're wrong about Manhattan White. My need for destruction, is the end, the end of Bobby Bodacious.
~*~A smile crosses Manhattan's face that hints at something more sadistic than what APW is used to seeing. So much so that the camera pulls away as the scene fades to black.~*~
