Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2014 18:56:34 GMT -6
“This is ridiculous.”
“Out right, stupid.”
“How do you plan on building your company.”
“How do you......”
“This is stupid.”
[The thoughts of Calib Wallace. He stares at his agent Ryan Cooke, just in anger, trying to figure out what in the wild world of sports is going on.]
“How in the blue effin hell do you run a show without the guy who brings ratings. The guy who is the most over in the place. The guy who runs shop without any hiccups.”
[He shakes his head.]
“It's like when Wheates suddenly decided to put a whole team on the box instead of Michael Jordan. I'd be confused if Bert Blyleven and the rest of the Twins team made the picture. Huge change and not sure why.”
[Cooke frowns.]
“I get it Calib, but you cannot argue with booking. It's the best idea for the company as to why it's done.”
[He stands up.]
“Best for the company? Are you retarded? The best thing for the company would be to have the best star in the world headline their show. The pinnacle of wrestling stops at Calib Wallace, and these jack offs don't understand it.”
[Cooke laughs.]
“Dude it's a tournament. I'm sure your gonna be booked next show in it. Just give it a week.”
[Calib finishes his drink, and sits down.]
“Give it a week? I gave it three now and I'm not booked. I'm better than everyone in this place. Hands down. Show me a resume that tops mine, plus colateral, and then tell me to give it a week. I'm going on a month now without a booking!”
[Cooke tries to gain compsier, but he's starting to get it.]
“They aren't smart. Deal with it Calib. They will realize the talent they have once they hopefully book you next show in their tournament.”
[Calib slams a shot of burbon.]
“I got your tournament next show. I got it right in my left.......”
[You gotta censor something.]
“Whatev's MSW, I guess I'll just have to take what's mine.”
“That's your strap, your title, your pride.”
“I'm way too tight to not with this thing.”
“Punks.”
“Out right, stupid.”
“How do you plan on building your company.”
“How do you......”
“This is stupid.”
[The thoughts of Calib Wallace. He stares at his agent Ryan Cooke, just in anger, trying to figure out what in the wild world of sports is going on.]
“How in the blue effin hell do you run a show without the guy who brings ratings. The guy who is the most over in the place. The guy who runs shop without any hiccups.”
[He shakes his head.]
“It's like when Wheates suddenly decided to put a whole team on the box instead of Michael Jordan. I'd be confused if Bert Blyleven and the rest of the Twins team made the picture. Huge change and not sure why.”
[Cooke frowns.]
“I get it Calib, but you cannot argue with booking. It's the best idea for the company as to why it's done.”
[He stands up.]
“Best for the company? Are you retarded? The best thing for the company would be to have the best star in the world headline their show. The pinnacle of wrestling stops at Calib Wallace, and these jack offs don't understand it.”
[Cooke laughs.]
“Dude it's a tournament. I'm sure your gonna be booked next show in it. Just give it a week.”
[Calib finishes his drink, and sits down.]
“Give it a week? I gave it three now and I'm not booked. I'm better than everyone in this place. Hands down. Show me a resume that tops mine, plus colateral, and then tell me to give it a week. I'm going on a month now without a booking!”
[Cooke tries to gain compsier, but he's starting to get it.]
“They aren't smart. Deal with it Calib. They will realize the talent they have once they hopefully book you next show in their tournament.”
[Calib slams a shot of burbon.]
“I got your tournament next show. I got it right in my left.......”
[You gotta censor something.]
“Whatev's MSW, I guess I'll just have to take what's mine.”
“That's your strap, your title, your pride.”
“I'm way too tight to not with this thing.”
“Punks.”