Post by Kid Dynamo on Jan 13, 2012 12:00:42 GMT -4
It’s not that I don’t trust you…
No, that’s EXACTLY what it is. I get it. I haven’t been around very long, so you don’t know if I’m just going to try and bring in whoever I can get from wherever I came from and continue to dilute the APW brand.
Did I say that?
No, but that’s gotta be the only reason. Now, you had no problem hiring her husband to be a House Show jobber.
That’s different! You’re telling me to give her a full contract for Overdrive!
Yes, and she deserves it.
Why do you say that?
(sigh) Follow me.
In a strange visual effect, the voices, though at least one is familiar, are attributed to silhouettes only. In fact, everyone that appears on camera is merely a blacked-out silhouette…
…as if none of them matter.
The two previously-talking silhouettes walk down a hallway to a workout facility with a wrestling ring in the center. There, the one person who is not just a silhouette is in the ring…
She’s bigger than I expected.
Shut up and watch.
As the camera focuses on Venus vs. another silhouette, the one thing that is undeniable is Venus’s precision. Every move she performs, and she is certainly opting for the more difficult repertoire, is executed without any form of botching or lack of grace.
The silhouette resorts to an eye-poke and takes the upper hand in the sparring contest, and whips Venus into the corner. Venus crashes, but is able to drop a shoulder down as the silhouette charges for a splash, instead taking the shoulder to the midsection. The silhouette, stunned and a little winded from the gut shot, stumbles away from the corner. Venus gets up and yells Vi-nasu Tora Doroppu! with a very American accent and dashes at the silhouette. The silhouette tries to catch her, but she tilt-a-whirls around his right arm, grabs his head, and slams his head down in an inverted DDT!
Wow.
Oh it’ll get better in a second.
Venus looks down, admiring her handiwork as the silhouette tries to remember who and where he is. Venus heads over to the near corner and climbs the turnbuckle. At the top, she stands up and does a little Japanese-style bow with her hands together in front of her, then leaps off of the turnbuckle and performs a technically flawless Shooting Star Press. The entire facility stops, as if the moment was so perfect that time itself desired to freeze and savor it as long as possible.
Okay. She’s hired.
Told ya.
Venus pounds the mat thrice as if to emulate a ref giving a three-count, then gets up to soak in the shocked look on everyone’s faces.
I guess you aren’t used to seeing stuff like that around here, huh?
In all honesty, it’s doubtful anyone noticed she spoke.
No, that’s EXACTLY what it is. I get it. I haven’t been around very long, so you don’t know if I’m just going to try and bring in whoever I can get from wherever I came from and continue to dilute the APW brand.
Did I say that?
No, but that’s gotta be the only reason. Now, you had no problem hiring her husband to be a House Show jobber.
That’s different! You’re telling me to give her a full contract for Overdrive!
Yes, and she deserves it.
Why do you say that?
(sigh) Follow me.
In a strange visual effect, the voices, though at least one is familiar, are attributed to silhouettes only. In fact, everyone that appears on camera is merely a blacked-out silhouette…
…as if none of them matter.
The two previously-talking silhouettes walk down a hallway to a workout facility with a wrestling ring in the center. There, the one person who is not just a silhouette is in the ring…
She’s bigger than I expected.
Shut up and watch.
As the camera focuses on Venus vs. another silhouette, the one thing that is undeniable is Venus’s precision. Every move she performs, and she is certainly opting for the more difficult repertoire, is executed without any form of botching or lack of grace.
The silhouette resorts to an eye-poke and takes the upper hand in the sparring contest, and whips Venus into the corner. Venus crashes, but is able to drop a shoulder down as the silhouette charges for a splash, instead taking the shoulder to the midsection. The silhouette, stunned and a little winded from the gut shot, stumbles away from the corner. Venus gets up and yells Vi-nasu Tora Doroppu! with a very American accent and dashes at the silhouette. The silhouette tries to catch her, but she tilt-a-whirls around his right arm, grabs his head, and slams his head down in an inverted DDT!
Wow.
Oh it’ll get better in a second.
Venus looks down, admiring her handiwork as the silhouette tries to remember who and where he is. Venus heads over to the near corner and climbs the turnbuckle. At the top, she stands up and does a little Japanese-style bow with her hands together in front of her, then leaps off of the turnbuckle and performs a technically flawless Shooting Star Press. The entire facility stops, as if the moment was so perfect that time itself desired to freeze and savor it as long as possible.
Okay. She’s hired.
Told ya.
Venus pounds the mat thrice as if to emulate a ref giving a three-count, then gets up to soak in the shocked look on everyone’s faces.
I guess you aren’t used to seeing stuff like that around here, huh?
In all honesty, it’s doubtful anyone noticed she spoke.
