Post by Mother Russia Account Now on May 22, 2016 21:36:17 GMT -6
The scene opens up with Frank Debauchee standing tall. His hands are on his hips, his head tilted to the left like a dog that heard a high pitched noise. Beside him is the most dominant female to ever embark between the ropes of professional wrestling - Olga. Her arms are folded over one another, her emerald eyes piercing deep into the lens.
"That's why I find this whole ordeal ironic. Jay B has the audacity to complain to US of all people about his placement here in MSW. You stand there with your head held high acting like this company has vilified you? Acting as though somehow you've been cheated? Some gall. That's why it's going to be even sweeter when my girl Olga whips your ass."
Olga lifts her chin up as Frank continues to control the camera.
"Olga and I? We're the real deal chump. Look at us? We're chisel from granite stone. Every distinguished feature you see on this beautiful body was inconceivable before my arrival. I'm a walking sculpture for god sakes. Frank Debauchee is heaven on earth Olga? She's my wrath."
Frank gives the camera a smug look while Olga's eyebrows narrow. Her fists begin to clench together, cracking her knuckles.
"So you continue to pout that you have to face a woman. Go ahead, worked well for Duke Andrews. The whole two seconds he lasted in the ring with Olga. Threaten her, continue to fuel her with motivation. After all it's your funeral. I look forward to standing at ring side and watching my Russian Queen tear you limb from limb, piece by piece. Doing us all the favor of ridding MSW of your ridiculous Jersey Shore antics. Because that's what's going to happen. Now it's personal."
His demeanor changed, he wasn't his normal peppy self and for good reason. He approaches the camera, taking a few steps in. Olga just silhouetted him in the back. She showed zero emotion, just like she would in the ring.
"You can cling to your little momentum you have from War. That sad little gimmick of the Bro-Olympics. Keep questioning everyone why you can't possibly get ahead. The answer is smacking you right in that spray tanned face. You're a joke, a farce. You're the guy Missouri can get behind and laugh at. You're definitely not a main attraction. You're the clown between intermissions of this circus. The sooner you realize this the easier your stay at MSW will be."
His index finger jabs into the lens. His cut off sleeves showing his distinguished arms in full flex.
"Take a good look at yourself punk. You look like one of those children throwing a fit in the candy store when mom says no. You want to cry about injustice? You're preaching to the wrong choir. You weren't showcased at Unstoppable twenty-three in a match? We weren't even invited. You haven't got your name tossed in a main-event? We haven't even made it past the third match on the card. Your name is on the website logo, not even a mention of us but ONCE three unstoppables ago. Get out of here with this company doing you wrong. Take your primadonna attitude and check it at the door."
Frank takes a few steps back and paces. Olga again just standing there gazing into the camera, piercing you with those dagger like eyes. Frank couldn't believe the spiel Jay B gave him. If anyone has been misrepresented by this shit hole of a company it had been Frank.
"For a minute I nearly had you confused for a man. Now I'm standing here wondering if I shouldn't step forward and complain to management that Olga doesn't want to wrestle a bitch. That's precisely what you are isn't it? That's what the "B" stands for?So in reality I don't know why you're complaining. Let's look at the others in this organization that fall into the same category. Scott Fat-Tums, he bails from the company and suddenly they roll out the red carpet. Main-events, pictures on the website, opportunity after opportunity. Chris Williams, loses one title match and why not just throw him into another. We'll just continue to nibble on scrap don't worry. The Alley Cats, not one of them can muster up a win between the three of them but Olga and I will continue to sideline? See there Jay Bitch, you're in good company so shut your trap."
"After Olga defeats you, and I promise you it won't be fast. Her and I are thinking about taking the first plane out of this dump. FACT!"
Debauchee slaps the camera to the floor because fuck you, that's why.