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| {The scene opens in a hotel named the grand Celia. The hotel is vacated in Miami Florida… In the grand Lounge there sits Chris Johnson. He seems to be waiting for someone. He checks his watch and shakes his head. He signals over to the reception desk. A man comes across wearing a suit. He seems to think that he owns the place and gives Chris Johnson a strange look. Chris looks him up and down as if to say. "What the hell you ooking at?" But then he realises that he is wearing his training clothes and as this is a very expensive and posh hotel, it isn’t tolerated to be wearing street clothes. Only the best will do in place like these.} Man: What is sir signalling over to the desk. Is one not happy with the facilities? Chris Johnson: One wants your ass to get out my face, and one also wants one of them asshole in the funny monkey hats to get there ass over here and get me what I ask for. Man: One doesn’t want you to be speaking to me in such a manor like that. That isn’t right sir. You expect to stay in such a grand hotel like this, then you will provide by the rules. Chris Johnson: I get what you are saying. Now Jacque get your French, frog leg eating ass over to that desk and get that young man over here right now, before I kick your over there. {The man walks over to the desk and speaks to the man at the desk….} Jacque: Err… David come here. That rude man over there, sitting by the lamp. He seems to want to speak to you, about something he requires. I think it may be a ride. {The bellboy walks over to Chris Johnson and asks him what he wants…} Chris Johnson: Where’s my ride punk? I asked for a ride like 2 hours and I haven’t seen anything of it yet. Now where the hell is it? I am late for my appointment with Mr Swift. Bellboy: Mr. Swift? You mean the Mr Swift of the TWW. You’re the Chris Johnson. Chris Johnson: Yeah that’s right. So where’s my ride? Bellboy: You fought in the Nation’s Title competition right? Yeah I remember. You got your ass kicked off Chris Matthews. Chris Johnson: Hey! You think I asked you here, for you to talk trash to me, Hell NO! Now I will ask you but one more time. Where is my F**king Ride? Bellboy: Err…Sorry I didn’t mean to annoy you sir. Err…you ride will be here any minute. Anyway I am a big fan of you and your wrestling, can I have your autograph? Chris Johnson: Sure, go get me a pen…and I will sign you a piece of paper. {The Bellboy gets a piece of paper and a pen and hands them to Chris Johnson. Chris Johnson takes the paper and looks the boy straight in the eye. He rips up the piece of paper. } Chris Johnson: You little punk! You don’t deserve a ten-cent tip, nevermind an autograph from the Last Resort. So I guess you can either get that pen out my face, or I’ll shove it up your skinny white ass. bellboy: Sorry Chris. Once again, your ride has just arrived. I hope you have a good journey. {Chris Johnson leaves the hotel and gets into his Limousine. The car rides off for the TWW arena. } { Ten Minutes Later } {The Limousine parks up outside the TWW arena. Were Chris Johnson is met by Mr. Swift. They shake hands and walk into the reception area. The woman receptionist gives Chris the eye. } Chris Johnson: Don’t get your hopes up woman. This body isn’t on the Market. Swift: Step into my office Chris…? {They go into the office. They take a seat. The office is filled with wrestling awards. The wall is jam packed full of TWW awards from different organisations. They Read: Best Wrestlers, Best Roster, Greatest shows, Best presidential office and many more. There is a water fountain in the corner of the room and a Babe of the week magazine on the side. } Swift: SO Chris, I believed you wanted to see me about something…. Chris Johnson: Yeah, I wanted to ask you about something. It’s kinder strange, but I think you will understand the facts I will bring to your attention today. First off the Nations title. WHY? You put me into this competition, without my consent and without me even knowing that I was going to be in the match. I was brought into the tournament at last minute. I wasn’t ready for the match and with a "great" opponent as Chris Matthews. He may have beaten me, but later on in this federation, I am sure that we will meet again, with the help of you. That’s right, this guy Chris Matthew’s is walking around like he is something special, just because he got one over on the Man. But when we meet again, I will personally make this whole fed bow at my feet. Swift: Okay I understand that you are pissed at the whole system at the moment, but you did lose to him, he pinned you for the one, two, and three. So you can hardly blame any but your self. Chris Johnson: Maybe Swift, but you see that this guy has been waiting for this competition, he has been preparing it, for quite a while, I had two days. Two days to walk into the fed and win some damn tournament. And now it’s my turn to get what I want. What I want is to be the world champion. I will go to all extremes to get what I want. When I put my mind to something, then there is no turning back. Whoever is world champ after the PPV. Then he will be my victim. He will definitely book into the Last Resort, and from the last resort, there is no turning back. Swift: You want the world title so soon in your career..? Chris Johnson: You will give me what I ask for, or else I will prove it to you and everyone in this fed, by kicking the ass of each and every punk that steps in the ring with me. For example…Chris Matthews. Even though he got a good first name, he will still go down for it. So now president Swift, you have no choice but to give me what I want, if you don’t give it too me. Then I will take it. Okay pal. Swift: Fine, do what you please…. { Chris Johnson stands up and is about to walk out of the office when he turns round and says…} Chris Johnson: YO, swift, is that old lady not given you enough at home or what, I saw that babe of the week magazine. That isn’t the way to go about things man. Masturbation ain’t never gonna solve shit. Go out, get a prostitute dude. Do things the way god intended, and f**k the nearest hoe you find. { Chris walk outside and gets into the Limousine, it drives off into the distance… } |
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