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Post by Keith Williams on Jan 27, 2011 8:48:26 GMT
Keith Williams buries his forehead into this hand, trying to keep a headache from taking over his frontal cortex, and enters his office backstage at Reincarnation.
Realising there is someone sat in his chair, he begins getting annoyed, screaming about how the person sat in his chair is the last person he needs to see right now!
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Post by Bobby Williams on Jan 27, 2011 9:13:04 GMT
Nice to see you too, you old wanker!Keith approaches his desk, slamming both his fists down on the surface, coming face-to-face and locking eyes with his son, Bobby. So you finally got revenge on Lionheart for both of us. Redemption for what he did to Mom all those years ago. That's fine. But why am I still sat on the bench, lifting weights? What is that prick Jeff K doing back in TNB attacking the lesser talented Youngblod? You fired his ass after the A1 division went belly up. Little Faggots flying around the ring like a damn circus, too afraid to wrestle a grounded mat-game.
Better yet, Pops, what the hell is all this MoneyMaker Inc Crap? It should be all about how we embark on a regal reign with this company straight to the top. No questions asked, people are going to know that we ran this place better than Chris Lionheart. Better than Christian MoneyMaker. Better than David Cornell. And any other twat that thought he was that damn good. We're supposed to be proving that we ain't a pair of mugs, and all I hear is old men bitching to one another whilst the outlaws and the calvalary of active wrestlers are both too slow about getting on their horses and riding into battle.
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Post by Keith Williams on Jan 27, 2011 9:32:35 GMT
Keith doesn't move his hands, he is clearly fed up with everyone trying to act harder than ten-men at this PPV. Hunter knocking Syren out, then trying to get physical with him. Sentoryu taking a weapon and fucking 'killing' Fuyuki with it. Manor disregarding already-made-plans and wanting his way to happen because it was better, saying he'd take the night off. That... that... Jordan thinking she's fooling anyone managing those two ugly guys in drag. The Canadian Invasion, if you will, bursting on the scene and taking out Shawn Youngblood... This wasn't some kind of comic book where anything and everything should be expected, it was a wrestling company, dammit! W-R-E-S-T-L-I-N-G! And it was 'his' wrestling company!
(through gritted teeth) If Cornell and MoneyMaker feel short-changed by the past, this is there time to step up and once and for all prove to themselves, me, and the whole world that they can make exciting television for TNB. And executive decisions that are gold, rather than crap. I don't care if they have creative differences in the direction they would lead this company. Those two can feud with each other, and all the while TNB will slowly build up two factions. And when they end up going at it, it will be glorious. Or, it will all fizzle out, and Keith Williams still sits atop TNB as a King holding court. By creating the championship committee I have side-stepped the 'invasion, or takeover' on a staff-level. That whole power struggle thing from 2009 Will Not be happening again. Just like the logo on your vest. I'm the Ace in the deck. Everyone else is still playing Chase The Ace as they try to keep up.
Bobby sits and listens, nodding occasionally, seeming to take it all in. But Keith can see the cogs working inside Bobby's mind. He knows what the boy wants. He relaxes his stance from leaning on the table in anger.
Son... I may be a heartless bastard to everyone else, but you are the most important thing to me after your mother. And I'm not about to let your legacy be tarnished just because of who you are, a Williams. I will sign you to a TNB Wrestling contract. But don't expect a Super Man push straight to the moon. You have to find something and make it your own. You have to earn whatever comes your way in this company just like everyone else. Weather that may be anything or nothing. That responsibility is on YOUR shoulders, not mine. Do you understand?
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Post by Bobby Williams on Jan 27, 2011 9:37:44 GMT
I understand, Pops. So, have you got a match for me tonight? Anyone you need me to take off your hands?
Bobby whips his vest over his head and tenses his muscles, presumably looking for approval. Keith smiles, reaching out and rubbing his son's head, making a comment that it was good he shaved off that rediculous crew cut he had in 2009, before telling his son that although he could tell he had been hitting the gym, still being able to wrestle was more important than muscles.
Literally. And that's what we Williams do best. I'm going to go out to the ring and find me someone to wrestle against. Weather they are from MoneyMakerInc or just a random TNB guy. Watch my match - you might learn something new. See you later old man.
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