Post by Robert Garrett on Jan 31, 2016 16:41:47 GMT -5
As the scene fades in you can see Robert Garrett sitting back in a chair that directors are often said to sit in. The camera pans around to show that he is seated in the locker room getting set for his first match in a few months against Triana. The Star smirks at the camera before holding up a hand mirror to fix his hair.
Ive got to say, there is nothing better than being a big deal all around the world. You know what I mean? Like I film a movie, everybody talks about me and how excited they are to see the movie. I return to this hell hole, and everywhere you look there are "Natural One" shirts, hats, sunglasses. Hell, there are even fans with my head shots just hoping they get to be close to the greatness that is Robert Garrett. But one thing that never changes is the disrespect that is put towards me. I should be begged to come back, headlining the show every night. But instead I have to sit back and open the show, because for whatever reason the boss here doesn't believe in saving the best for last. But I guess if you want views fast then you have The Natural One come out and make them watch. I mean, lets face it here. I am the reason Thy WWE has the money that they have. Without me, there would be no shows. Week after week we sell out crowds in places such as Madison Square Garden, and who are they truly here to see? Trust me, its not Blade LaVigne, and it most definitely isn't that son of a bitch Joey the Bastard. No, they are here to take in all that is Natural. So I suggest that the new boss pull his head out of his ass real quick and see who brings in the big bucks.
Robert takes the mirror down from his face and still has a big grin that is creeping across his face. Setting the mirror down The Natural One points at his face to show everybody that he is the money maker. He rests his face after smiling for a minute and gets out of his chair looking through a bag in his locker.
Another thing that bothers be is exactly who I just mentioned, the boss. See, Joey thinks that he can just run this place into the ground and make it all about him. Well guess what bud, I have bad news for you. This is my place, and you're just a supporting cast member. See, I know that you beat up Vince but did you really succeed in anything? Honestly I could have done that while laying in my death bed. But we get it bud, you need to run this company to overcompensate for that tiny little thing that you call your dick. I'm sure your girl Triana can tell us all about that, couldn't she. Maybe after I put her ass to sleep tonight, I'll take her out for dinner and then show her what a real man is like.
The Star turns and winks at the camera with a smirk once again spreading across his face. He reaches up and grabs the sports coat that was hanging in his locker, sliding it on over his shirtless torso. He leans in close to the camera to check his face once more in the reflection and slides his hand over his hair. Stepping back Robert turns back around to his locker and pulls out his sunglasses, before putting them on his face. He reaches into the bag once more and pulls out the head shots that he gives out along with a sharpie to sign them.
Triana, I know that you are coming off a recent win over FEAR, but honey you need to know that I'm not FEAR. In fact, I am better than anything FEAR has ever been in his career. Just be ready for me to bring it, because I am. You may be a token member of THY and probably the best woman to step in the squared circle but you haven't came across me yet. Your New Age counterparts can attest to the fact that I am a different breed of superstar. I step on the scene and pound Motor into the ground, then I take down the Hardcore son of a bitch in Comely, and guess what? He has yet to be seen since I choked his ass out on RAW. The next person I was to face was a man by the name of Bob Cena, the man who currently holds the InterNational championship. Care to tell me what happened in that match? If not I'll go ahead and tell you! That's right, I beat him the very WEEK before he won that title. Something tells me that after this Monday night, things wont be any different and there will be yet another beaten New Age member at my feet. So Triana, you better get ready because its about to get natural in here.
The Star looks over the top of his sunglasses with a wink before turning his back to the camera. The scene fades out as Robert walks out of the locker room and towards the ring.
Ive got to say, there is nothing better than being a big deal all around the world. You know what I mean? Like I film a movie, everybody talks about me and how excited they are to see the movie. I return to this hell hole, and everywhere you look there are "Natural One" shirts, hats, sunglasses. Hell, there are even fans with my head shots just hoping they get to be close to the greatness that is Robert Garrett. But one thing that never changes is the disrespect that is put towards me. I should be begged to come back, headlining the show every night. But instead I have to sit back and open the show, because for whatever reason the boss here doesn't believe in saving the best for last. But I guess if you want views fast then you have The Natural One come out and make them watch. I mean, lets face it here. I am the reason Thy WWE has the money that they have. Without me, there would be no shows. Week after week we sell out crowds in places such as Madison Square Garden, and who are they truly here to see? Trust me, its not Blade LaVigne, and it most definitely isn't that son of a bitch Joey the Bastard. No, they are here to take in all that is Natural. So I suggest that the new boss pull his head out of his ass real quick and see who brings in the big bucks.
Robert takes the mirror down from his face and still has a big grin that is creeping across his face. Setting the mirror down The Natural One points at his face to show everybody that he is the money maker. He rests his face after smiling for a minute and gets out of his chair looking through a bag in his locker.
Another thing that bothers be is exactly who I just mentioned, the boss. See, Joey thinks that he can just run this place into the ground and make it all about him. Well guess what bud, I have bad news for you. This is my place, and you're just a supporting cast member. See, I know that you beat up Vince but did you really succeed in anything? Honestly I could have done that while laying in my death bed. But we get it bud, you need to run this company to overcompensate for that tiny little thing that you call your dick. I'm sure your girl Triana can tell us all about that, couldn't she. Maybe after I put her ass to sleep tonight, I'll take her out for dinner and then show her what a real man is like.
The Star turns and winks at the camera with a smirk once again spreading across his face. He reaches up and grabs the sports coat that was hanging in his locker, sliding it on over his shirtless torso. He leans in close to the camera to check his face once more in the reflection and slides his hand over his hair. Stepping back Robert turns back around to his locker and pulls out his sunglasses, before putting them on his face. He reaches into the bag once more and pulls out the head shots that he gives out along with a sharpie to sign them.
Triana, I know that you are coming off a recent win over FEAR, but honey you need to know that I'm not FEAR. In fact, I am better than anything FEAR has ever been in his career. Just be ready for me to bring it, because I am. You may be a token member of THY and probably the best woman to step in the squared circle but you haven't came across me yet. Your New Age counterparts can attest to the fact that I am a different breed of superstar. I step on the scene and pound Motor into the ground, then I take down the Hardcore son of a bitch in Comely, and guess what? He has yet to be seen since I choked his ass out on RAW. The next person I was to face was a man by the name of Bob Cena, the man who currently holds the InterNational championship. Care to tell me what happened in that match? If not I'll go ahead and tell you! That's right, I beat him the very WEEK before he won that title. Something tells me that after this Monday night, things wont be any different and there will be yet another beaten New Age member at my feet. So Triana, you better get ready because its about to get natural in here.
The Star looks over the top of his sunglasses with a wink before turning his back to the camera. The scene fades out as Robert walks out of the locker room and towards the ring.
