Post by Adian Future on Jan 10, 2018 12:58:05 GMT -5
The back stage of Thy WWE comes into focus as the sounds of a crowd above is muffled by the concrete and steel maze. To most the backstage area of a wrestling promotion is a wild place people rushing back and forth making sure every last minute detail is set off on time and safely. It’s each of these tech’s jobs to be seen and not heard. Which is why it is so obvious when a superstar walks in because every drop of their aura is about being known, being seen. Their presences is burning for competition and recognition.
This was not more apparent than when Adrian Future walked into the room. The young gun stood there in a full suit, smoky blue with a white shirt and brown tie to match is belt and shoes. The backstage was no stranger to him as the sight of wrestling trusses and catering table had been as much a part of his child hood as learning shapes and letters. He less walked and more glided through this ocean of activity, not unlike a shark.
His face seemed cool and collected but something in his eyes told a different story. The many Tech workers seemed to move just out of view as he walked by as they had seen enough eyes like that to know that woe was coming to anyone who might step in the line of sight. They knew who his father was, they had seen the tapes, heard the stories, and most of them knew that the son of the Icon champion was most likely not too far from the world famous tree.
d but there didn’t seem to be much mirth behind it. In his path was the backstage interview team. They were standing talking with each other seeming to be having a good time. As soon as Adian was within sight though the camera man and lady working the boom mic quickly began to get ready to record. When you are a backstage crew person anytime a wrestler comes toward you looking like how Adian looked now best thing to do was keep the camera’s rolling.
The Man of Tomorrow walked right up to the group frustrating the young man with the mic who was the obvious interviewer. Still trying to find words the young man tried to speak but Adian but his hand up to stop him.
AF: Is that thing rolling?
The camera man nodded.
AF: Good. Keep it fixed on me and raise your ratings.
Adian smiled again and adjusted his tie. He stood there for a moment just looking towards the camera. No one said anything. After a few seconds Adian’s eye’s drifted over to the interviewer.
AF: Are you just gonna stand there like a tool or are you going to introduce me to the public?
Interviewer: Oh!
AF: Oh? Is this your first day?
Interviewer: No it’s just-
AF: It’s just, it’s just
Interviewer: I didn’t even know we were doing any-
AF: Well it’s obvious that you don’t know. The world can see it now.
Interviewer: alright-
AF: don’t cut this out either. In the package don’t cut this out so everyone can see this joker.
The camera man and boom mic operator shifted uncomfortably as their friend and co-woker got an ear full. Adian waited again for another second as the young interviewer took a deep breath and raised the mic speak.
Interviewer: Hello Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is-
Adian put his hand over the mic interrupting the young interviewer mid-sentence. Then he pulls the mic out of his hands.
AF: No one gives two shits who you are! You know what you have lost your mic privileges. Get out of here. You know what no stay right here and put your nose against the wall.
The interview looks at Adian with confusion and opens his mouth to question but Adian speaks over him.
AF: Buh Buh buh Buh you heard what I said. Nose to the wall. You’ll get this back when the grown ups are done doing your job for you.
The young man looked at his coworkers for help but after realizing that they wouldn’t be able to save him from this he turned around and faced toward the wall just to the left of Adian Future who readjusted his suit and put the microphone up to his lips to speak.
AF: Ladies and Gentlemen I apologies for that fricken tool. And even though I know it is silly to reintroduce myself I will do so again because it seems like people in the back, out there in the stands, and certainly management has forgotten who the hell I am!
My name is Adian Future. I am the best thing that has happened to the sport of kings sense the crowd was molded. My DNA is swimming in wrestling greatness and from the moment I walked into this piss poor excuse for a bingo hall THY WWE stock has been hitting the roof. You’re welcome by the way.
But with all this greatness I brought through your doors, even after winning match after match, beating your has beens, your never weres, your never gonna bes the powers that be STILL. Keep. Giving me. Table scraps. This is ridiculous! No no this is beyond ridiculous…it’s straight up stupidity. It’s a lack of understanding beyond that of anyone who claims to be smart enough to dress themselves in the morning.
Adian shakes his head in disappointment before continuing.
AF: I played along when you wanted me to face a red neck, no talent wash out like Travis Deacon Hall. I even played along when you had the audacity to place me in a “prove yourself” challenge, which I won because of course I did. And I told you, I fricken told you that I wouldn’t be playing around anymore. So what is it that you do? Who is it that your give me to face?....Troy Motor.
Again Adian stops speaking. He lets out a sigh as he closes his eyes and begins to run the bridge of his nose between the eyes. The young interviewer starts to turn around but Adian quickly snaps his fingers at him and points back to the wall. The interviewer’s shoulders slump and he turns back. After a second Adian opens his eyes and looks back into the camera.
AF: Who the hell is Troy Motor? And I know you are gonna say “Adian he was in the indies like you, he was really good. He-” blah blah blah. The fact, the actual fact of the matter is that if Troy Motor had been anywhere I was then that place had lower standards then I fricken thought.
I said I am sick of taking your no name, no talent, no potential having ass clowns and giving them a free peak at the top of the mountain by getting in the ring with me. If you want me to turn your wrestlers into overnight stars you have to pay me a whole lot more than you’re paying me now.
I am a top tier talent I deserve to face the top tier talent. I are literally throwing pearls before swine because I don’t think you even know the difference. Troy Motor isn’t fit to wring the sweat from my $125 boxers let alone get in the ring and actually wrestle me. I am Wrestling AF! I am the best thing you have by a god damn country mile and anyone with two eyes and a functioning brain can tell you that.
But where am I? Who am I facing? The fricken bargain bin…again.
Adian took a step closer to the camera. His intense eyes burning with focus.
AF: Troy...Are you listening? I really hope so because I want you to know that what is about to happen to you is not personal. I couldn’t possibly be personal because there is no version of reality where I would care about someone as low on the totem pole as you. However I think it would be only fair for you to be aware of what’s about to come your way.
I am not just going to beat you…I am going to destroy you. I whip your pathetic ass up and down the ring without breaking a sweat. I would have just pinned you but because of them, because they have decided to keep ignoring me I am going to break you and Troy…it’s going to hurt. You are going to feel it. And after I am done snapping you like a fricken twig I am going to pick you up, dust blood and bone chips off your shoulder…and kick your teeth down your god damn throat. Then….i will do it again.
They brought this on you. You should have begged to stay in your lane because now you’re walking into the ring with me, Mr. Infinity. Do you know how far out of your league I am? There is no possible way you could because if you had that amount of brain power you would quit and break contract right. Now.
This does not end well for you. Because on another night I would have just beat you….now…I am going to make an example out of you.
Adrian looks deep into the camera then points to it with his hand, putting up the finger gun and shooting it.
AF: Bang, you’re dead.
Adrian taps the guy the interview guy on the shoulder. You can hear the prodigal son say “think fast”. The young interviewer manages to get catch the mic that was tossed to him but before he can have any relief about it Adian Future nails him in the face with a vicious Flynn Effect. The young interviewer crumpled to the group like he all of his bones had been replaced by paper and Adian simply fixed his tie and continued walking down the hallway.
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OOC: Sorry about the late post. I can't see the clock on any of my screens so i don't know if there was still time with the extension.
This was not more apparent than when Adrian Future walked into the room. The young gun stood there in a full suit, smoky blue with a white shirt and brown tie to match is belt and shoes. The backstage was no stranger to him as the sight of wrestling trusses and catering table had been as much a part of his child hood as learning shapes and letters. He less walked and more glided through this ocean of activity, not unlike a shark.
His face seemed cool and collected but something in his eyes told a different story. The many Tech workers seemed to move just out of view as he walked by as they had seen enough eyes like that to know that woe was coming to anyone who might step in the line of sight. They knew who his father was, they had seen the tapes, heard the stories, and most of them knew that the son of the Icon champion was most likely not too far from the world famous tree.
d but there didn’t seem to be much mirth behind it. In his path was the backstage interview team. They were standing talking with each other seeming to be having a good time. As soon as Adian was within sight though the camera man and lady working the boom mic quickly began to get ready to record. When you are a backstage crew person anytime a wrestler comes toward you looking like how Adian looked now best thing to do was keep the camera’s rolling.
The Man of Tomorrow walked right up to the group frustrating the young man with the mic who was the obvious interviewer. Still trying to find words the young man tried to speak but Adian but his hand up to stop him.
AF: Is that thing rolling?
The camera man nodded.
AF: Good. Keep it fixed on me and raise your ratings.
Adian smiled again and adjusted his tie. He stood there for a moment just looking towards the camera. No one said anything. After a few seconds Adian’s eye’s drifted over to the interviewer.
AF: Are you just gonna stand there like a tool or are you going to introduce me to the public?
Interviewer: Oh!
AF: Oh? Is this your first day?
Interviewer: No it’s just-
AF: It’s just, it’s just
Interviewer: I didn’t even know we were doing any-
AF: Well it’s obvious that you don’t know. The world can see it now.
Interviewer: alright-
AF: don’t cut this out either. In the package don’t cut this out so everyone can see this joker.
The camera man and boom mic operator shifted uncomfortably as their friend and co-woker got an ear full. Adian waited again for another second as the young interviewer took a deep breath and raised the mic speak.
Interviewer: Hello Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is-
Adian put his hand over the mic interrupting the young interviewer mid-sentence. Then he pulls the mic out of his hands.
AF: No one gives two shits who you are! You know what you have lost your mic privileges. Get out of here. You know what no stay right here and put your nose against the wall.
The interview looks at Adian with confusion and opens his mouth to question but Adian speaks over him.
AF: Buh Buh buh Buh you heard what I said. Nose to the wall. You’ll get this back when the grown ups are done doing your job for you.
The young man looked at his coworkers for help but after realizing that they wouldn’t be able to save him from this he turned around and faced toward the wall just to the left of Adian Future who readjusted his suit and put the microphone up to his lips to speak.
AF: Ladies and Gentlemen I apologies for that fricken tool. And even though I know it is silly to reintroduce myself I will do so again because it seems like people in the back, out there in the stands, and certainly management has forgotten who the hell I am!
My name is Adian Future. I am the best thing that has happened to the sport of kings sense the crowd was molded. My DNA is swimming in wrestling greatness and from the moment I walked into this piss poor excuse for a bingo hall THY WWE stock has been hitting the roof. You’re welcome by the way.
But with all this greatness I brought through your doors, even after winning match after match, beating your has beens, your never weres, your never gonna bes the powers that be STILL. Keep. Giving me. Table scraps. This is ridiculous! No no this is beyond ridiculous…it’s straight up stupidity. It’s a lack of understanding beyond that of anyone who claims to be smart enough to dress themselves in the morning.
Adian shakes his head in disappointment before continuing.
AF: I played along when you wanted me to face a red neck, no talent wash out like Travis Deacon Hall. I even played along when you had the audacity to place me in a “prove yourself” challenge, which I won because of course I did. And I told you, I fricken told you that I wouldn’t be playing around anymore. So what is it that you do? Who is it that your give me to face?....Troy Motor.
Again Adian stops speaking. He lets out a sigh as he closes his eyes and begins to run the bridge of his nose between the eyes. The young interviewer starts to turn around but Adian quickly snaps his fingers at him and points back to the wall. The interviewer’s shoulders slump and he turns back. After a second Adian opens his eyes and looks back into the camera.
AF: Who the hell is Troy Motor? And I know you are gonna say “Adian he was in the indies like you, he was really good. He-” blah blah blah. The fact, the actual fact of the matter is that if Troy Motor had been anywhere I was then that place had lower standards then I fricken thought.
I said I am sick of taking your no name, no talent, no potential having ass clowns and giving them a free peak at the top of the mountain by getting in the ring with me. If you want me to turn your wrestlers into overnight stars you have to pay me a whole lot more than you’re paying me now.
I am a top tier talent I deserve to face the top tier talent. I are literally throwing pearls before swine because I don’t think you even know the difference. Troy Motor isn’t fit to wring the sweat from my $125 boxers let alone get in the ring and actually wrestle me. I am Wrestling AF! I am the best thing you have by a god damn country mile and anyone with two eyes and a functioning brain can tell you that.
But where am I? Who am I facing? The fricken bargain bin…again.
Adian took a step closer to the camera. His intense eyes burning with focus.
AF: Troy...Are you listening? I really hope so because I want you to know that what is about to happen to you is not personal. I couldn’t possibly be personal because there is no version of reality where I would care about someone as low on the totem pole as you. However I think it would be only fair for you to be aware of what’s about to come your way.
I am not just going to beat you…I am going to destroy you. I whip your pathetic ass up and down the ring without breaking a sweat. I would have just pinned you but because of them, because they have decided to keep ignoring me I am going to break you and Troy…it’s going to hurt. You are going to feel it. And after I am done snapping you like a fricken twig I am going to pick you up, dust blood and bone chips off your shoulder…and kick your teeth down your god damn throat. Then….i will do it again.
They brought this on you. You should have begged to stay in your lane because now you’re walking into the ring with me, Mr. Infinity. Do you know how far out of your league I am? There is no possible way you could because if you had that amount of brain power you would quit and break contract right. Now.
This does not end well for you. Because on another night I would have just beat you….now…I am going to make an example out of you.
Adrian looks deep into the camera then points to it with his hand, putting up the finger gun and shooting it.
AF: Bang, you’re dead.
Adrian taps the guy the interview guy on the shoulder. You can hear the prodigal son say “think fast”. The young interviewer manages to get catch the mic that was tossed to him but before he can have any relief about it Adian Future nails him in the face with a vicious Flynn Effect. The young interviewer crumpled to the group like he all of his bones had been replaced by paper and Adian simply fixed his tie and continued walking down the hallway.
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OOC: Sorry about the late post. I can't see the clock on any of my screens so i don't know if there was still time with the extension.
