Post by asp on Sept 6, 2011 19:51:04 GMT -4
The scene begins in a small meeting room, personably at the APW headquarters. At the head of the table, ASP is sitting in a suit and tie, there are three other suited individuals sitting in the area with ASP. Everyone has documents in front of them and a suited man is leaning towards ASP showing him sections of the document.
Suit: Now, APW does apologize for the remarks that Adam Young has said about you and your family, and if you would like to file a complaint about him, you are more than welcome to. But on the day you were contracted to APW, you agreed that APW does not agree or condone other talents opinions or actions toward other contracted individuals.
ASP: This is why you brought me here? You think I care that Adam Young said stuff about me that doesn’t make any sense? Let me assure you, I may have been here at APW for five minutes like Adam Young has said, but I don’t care what he says about me in his promos that lasts less than five minutes! He can make up lies about how my wife is a coke head, or claim that my son is retarded, but the truth is he has to lie about everything. You know why? Because if he told the truth about a single thing, like how he has wrestled since 1999 but guys that have wrestled for a month could easily tear his ass apart. He can go over to OVW and be torn apart by cheerleaders! For all I care, he can go to a local playground and be torn apart by kids that haven’t out grown my son. I understand that APW doesn’t control what other wrestlers talk about, and by all accounts, I don’t care what a talent less hack has to say about me. Why should I care about what Adam Young says about me? Adam Young is a guy that when I look at him, and hear what he says, I realize that this is a man that hasn’t shown any sort of talent in his career. Puke face? The guy calls me puke face. A guy that is older than me says the phrase puke face! What should my response be? Takes one to know one. I know you are, but what am I? I’ rubber, and you glue, whatever you say bounces off me, and sticks to you!
The gentleman around the table begin chuckling to themselves. A gentleman on the right of the table starts in on the fun.
Suit: You know, there’s a rumor going around the office that when Adam Young signed his contract, he actually misspelled his name.
A gentleman across the table joins in on the fun too.
Suit: You know what he should have done, ask one of the other fifty million Adam Young’s to spell it for him!
ASP: How is he going to find an Adam Young in the phone book? He’ll be looking under the T’s!
All four men at the table start bursting into laughter. One gentleman puts his head on the table and is slamming his hand onto the table from laughing so hard.
ASP: How many Adam Young’s does it take to do a promo?
All three of the men ask at the same time, “How many?”
ASP: One, but it only lasts thirty seconds!
All of the men begin laughing again, and one of them continues the joking.
Suit: I hear that isn’t the only thing he does that lasts thirty seconds!
Everyone in the room bursts into more laughter, and some tears begin pouring down their faces.
ASP: So guys, do I have to sign anything agreeing to some sort of… anything?
Suit: No, no… Nothing like that. Screw it.
ASP: I see why you guys make the big bucks from APW…
One of the suited men gets up and begins walking off.
Suit: I’ll be back, need a break.
ASP points to the man up from his seat.
ASP: You know the rules Jack, take the coffee cup when you are away.
Suit: I’ll be right back, I don’t need the coffee cup!
ASP: Our champion C.J. Gates always takes the coffee cup when he’s away, you’ll take the coffee cup too!
The suited man on the right looks back at the suit by the door.
Suit: Take the coffee cup, you know the rules.
Suit: Just because C.J. Gates always takes the coffee cup doesn’t mean I have to also.
ASP: Take the coffee cup before I make you take it!
The suit slowly takes the coffee cup from the table. He walks off and mutters to himself.
Suit: Fine, I’ll take the cup but only because I want to take the coffee cup.
ASP: I do agree… Some of our rules do not make any sense…
The scene fades to black with all of the men nodding their heads.
Suit: Now, APW does apologize for the remarks that Adam Young has said about you and your family, and if you would like to file a complaint about him, you are more than welcome to. But on the day you were contracted to APW, you agreed that APW does not agree or condone other talents opinions or actions toward other contracted individuals.
ASP: This is why you brought me here? You think I care that Adam Young said stuff about me that doesn’t make any sense? Let me assure you, I may have been here at APW for five minutes like Adam Young has said, but I don’t care what he says about me in his promos that lasts less than five minutes! He can make up lies about how my wife is a coke head, or claim that my son is retarded, but the truth is he has to lie about everything. You know why? Because if he told the truth about a single thing, like how he has wrestled since 1999 but guys that have wrestled for a month could easily tear his ass apart. He can go over to OVW and be torn apart by cheerleaders! For all I care, he can go to a local playground and be torn apart by kids that haven’t out grown my son. I understand that APW doesn’t control what other wrestlers talk about, and by all accounts, I don’t care what a talent less hack has to say about me. Why should I care about what Adam Young says about me? Adam Young is a guy that when I look at him, and hear what he says, I realize that this is a man that hasn’t shown any sort of talent in his career. Puke face? The guy calls me puke face. A guy that is older than me says the phrase puke face! What should my response be? Takes one to know one. I know you are, but what am I? I’ rubber, and you glue, whatever you say bounces off me, and sticks to you!
The gentleman around the table begin chuckling to themselves. A gentleman on the right of the table starts in on the fun.
Suit: You know, there’s a rumor going around the office that when Adam Young signed his contract, he actually misspelled his name.
A gentleman across the table joins in on the fun too.
Suit: You know what he should have done, ask one of the other fifty million Adam Young’s to spell it for him!
ASP: How is he going to find an Adam Young in the phone book? He’ll be looking under the T’s!
All four men at the table start bursting into laughter. One gentleman puts his head on the table and is slamming his hand onto the table from laughing so hard.
ASP: How many Adam Young’s does it take to do a promo?
All three of the men ask at the same time, “How many?”
ASP: One, but it only lasts thirty seconds!
All of the men begin laughing again, and one of them continues the joking.
Suit: I hear that isn’t the only thing he does that lasts thirty seconds!
Everyone in the room bursts into more laughter, and some tears begin pouring down their faces.
ASP: So guys, do I have to sign anything agreeing to some sort of… anything?
Suit: No, no… Nothing like that. Screw it.
ASP: I see why you guys make the big bucks from APW…
One of the suited men gets up and begins walking off.
Suit: I’ll be back, need a break.
ASP points to the man up from his seat.
ASP: You know the rules Jack, take the coffee cup when you are away.
Suit: I’ll be right back, I don’t need the coffee cup!
ASP: Our champion C.J. Gates always takes the coffee cup when he’s away, you’ll take the coffee cup too!
The suited man on the right looks back at the suit by the door.
Suit: Take the coffee cup, you know the rules.
Suit: Just because C.J. Gates always takes the coffee cup doesn’t mean I have to also.
ASP: Take the coffee cup before I make you take it!
The suit slowly takes the coffee cup from the table. He walks off and mutters to himself.
Suit: Fine, I’ll take the cup but only because I want to take the coffee cup.
ASP: I do agree… Some of our rules do not make any sense…
The scene fades to black with all of the men nodding their heads.
