Post by Deleted on May 25, 2014 20:30:30 GMT -6
The cameras faded into the scene of a living room. Sat comfortably in an arm chair reading a book entitled "Peterson's Philanthropist and More", the man lowered his book so now his face was in view for the viewers to see. Immediately you could begin to recognize his face as it was the same face on the cover of the book. The man smiled at the camera placing his book aside on a table nearby before bringing his hands together and engaging with the camera, his charming smile indicated that there was not one bad bone in his body.
He was dressed rather casually wearing a dark grey blazer, underneath this a white button shirt, grey slim trousers and loafers to finish off his outfit. The room was of reasonable size, with a book shelf located behind him which were stacked with resources, a circular clock hung above the man showing the Greenwich time.
"I'm glad you could join me."
The man said, clasping his hands together quickly whilst he crossed his legs.
"For those who don't know me, and that's probably quite a lot of you, my name is James Phillip Peterson. A book author, psychologist, therapist and a professional wrestler. Yes I have quite the work load but it keeps me occupied. So you're probably wondering what is this gimp doing on the front of my screen? Allow me to answer your question. This gimp has recently signed a contract for Missouri State Wrestling, so ladies and gentlemen soon you will be seing me in action competing in the four sided ring. I know what you're thinking. What the hell is this guy doing? Why on Gods green earth has he decided to come to Missouri State Wrestling? And how the hell did he manage to make it as a professional wrestler? You see ladies and gents.. firstly, I know I don't look like anything special. I don't look like a professional wrestler. By the clothes I'm wearing and where I am from, many of you probably envision me as a monarch or some sort. But you see, looks can be deceptive and you will find that out once you see me compete in the ring on my debut. Continuing, despite having numerous qualifications in other fields of life, I chose wrestling because it was a way for me to express myself, to be extricate. My knowledge of the human mind works to my advantage when I am in the wrestling ring also. I may not be the biggest.. the fastest.. or the best. But I sure am the smartest in the ring; which always enables me to expose my opponents."
Peterson rose up to his feet, grabbing a walking stick to help himself stand up straight. He then hobbled over to a cabinet which he unlocks via a key and took out a handbook.
"As you can see at this current moment I am in no state to compete but in a week or two, I will arrive in Missouri and begin my journey."
He opened a page in his handbook.
"This ladies and gentlemen is a journal I like to keep with me when I'm on the road traveling to shows and arenas. At the moment this journal is completely empty but once I begin my journey to the top of this establishment, this journal will begin to flood with experiences, championship reigns, allies and enemies. It's all apart of the journey. Ladies and gentlemen I hope to see you soon, it's been a pleasure.
With that said, Peterson hobbled away back into his arm chair collapsing onto it and reopening the book he was previously reading at the beginning. The cameras fade to black.
He was dressed rather casually wearing a dark grey blazer, underneath this a white button shirt, grey slim trousers and loafers to finish off his outfit. The room was of reasonable size, with a book shelf located behind him which were stacked with resources, a circular clock hung above the man showing the Greenwich time.
"I'm glad you could join me."
The man said, clasping his hands together quickly whilst he crossed his legs.
"For those who don't know me, and that's probably quite a lot of you, my name is James Phillip Peterson. A book author, psychologist, therapist and a professional wrestler. Yes I have quite the work load but it keeps me occupied. So you're probably wondering what is this gimp doing on the front of my screen? Allow me to answer your question. This gimp has recently signed a contract for Missouri State Wrestling, so ladies and gentlemen soon you will be seing me in action competing in the four sided ring. I know what you're thinking. What the hell is this guy doing? Why on Gods green earth has he decided to come to Missouri State Wrestling? And how the hell did he manage to make it as a professional wrestler? You see ladies and gents.. firstly, I know I don't look like anything special. I don't look like a professional wrestler. By the clothes I'm wearing and where I am from, many of you probably envision me as a monarch or some sort. But you see, looks can be deceptive and you will find that out once you see me compete in the ring on my debut. Continuing, despite having numerous qualifications in other fields of life, I chose wrestling because it was a way for me to express myself, to be extricate. My knowledge of the human mind works to my advantage when I am in the wrestling ring also. I may not be the biggest.. the fastest.. or the best. But I sure am the smartest in the ring; which always enables me to expose my opponents."
Peterson rose up to his feet, grabbing a walking stick to help himself stand up straight. He then hobbled over to a cabinet which he unlocks via a key and took out a handbook.
"As you can see at this current moment I am in no state to compete but in a week or two, I will arrive in Missouri and begin my journey."
He opened a page in his handbook.
"This ladies and gentlemen is a journal I like to keep with me when I'm on the road traveling to shows and arenas. At the moment this journal is completely empty but once I begin my journey to the top of this establishment, this journal will begin to flood with experiences, championship reigns, allies and enemies. It's all apart of the journey. Ladies and gentlemen I hope to see you soon, it's been a pleasure.
With that said, Peterson hobbled away back into his arm chair collapsing onto it and reopening the book he was previously reading at the beginning. The cameras fade to black.