Post by Athena on May 29, 2017 2:54:04 GMT -5
The camera crew enters the ramp at the McCarran International Airport, located in Paradise, 5 miles south from downtown Las Vegas, Nevada. It was around 9 am and the weather was gorgeous as ever, the sun shining brightly, the air warm, yet with a nice breeze. Focusing the shot on a private jet parked conveniently closer to the main entrance, the crew noticed Wes Danielson sitting comfortably on one of the wings of the plane. With a casual smirk on his face, Wes waved his hand to the crew.
Hey, fellas, didn’t expect you to be here. What a surprise. Yeah, so welcome to my crib. Come on in.
The crew members look at each other with confusion in their faces as Wes jumps of the wing of the plane to the ground and takes a step on the staircase leading towards the entrance to the plane itself. Walking up the stairs he motions with his hand for the crew to follow him.
Follow me…
Entering you can easily notice that this is quite a lavish jet, with everything you can dream of inside. The interior is mostly dark wood and ivory leather, chairs so comfortable, that it seems like they are actually calling your name.
As you can see, MY private jet is decorated in a very classical manner, we used a blend of dark wood and pale leather. Everything made from the highest quality materials, soft and smooth leather and glistening wood surfaces.
Taking a few steps in, Wes quickly point to the minibar.
Ahh, my favorite place in the world. Of course, what self-respecting owner of a private jet doesn’t have a nice bottle or two of Moët & Chandon Dom Perignon White Gold. Also, something to burn your throat: Monkey Shoulder Blended Malt Scotch, Bushmills Black Bush Whiskey, Compass Box Hedonism Quindecimus Whisky, a few different types of vodka… And well, when you just need drink - some bottles of cold Corona’s and Desperado’s. Anything for any palate. Only the best of the best for the best, fuck the rest and so on.
Wes was pulling out bottle after bottle, showing almost the entire bar, but the camera started slowly moving away to Sparta, who was resting comfortably in one of the chairs, reading something on his phone. The Notorious One quickly got back into the frame, walking towards Sparta and spoke out.
Hey, dude, wanna add something?
Sparta looked up at Wes and just stared for a solid few seconds and then looked back at his phone.
No… No, I don’t.
No, you don’t, huh? Well, okay, let us carry on, shall we? This was my crib, now… Get out of here you silly little tinkers.
The crew looked at Wes with their brows raised as Sparta looked up for a second as well.
I always wanted to do MTV Cribs… Yet, I do think that we should maybe see more of MY luxurious private jet and the glorious assets that it possesses, but I believe that there is a far more important matter for us to discuss. You know, that me and this lovely young chap, were booked for a tag team match against Leon and Amber Torres. A husband and wife duo, who came out of early retirement, caused by… Well, laziness I guess. Or, lack of talent. Or both, I don’t know. But, the end of it all is, that Tweedle-weave and Tweedle-The Marine 57, are now active competitors. Sparta, do you have any thoughts on this high caliber competitions we are about to face?
Camera focusing on Sparta, he once again looked up, shook his head and looked back down at his phone.
No… No, I don’t.
No, you don’t… Well, I have something to add then. During these little segments, when you are talking about your competition, you always mention about their status. My status is of the high rollin’ newcomer, who wants to show to the world how glorious his and his teammates are. And about the opponents status? For example, that they are a veteran of the business, who had a 100+ matches over their decorated career, multiple title reigns and other accolades.
Wes grabbed some papers of the top of the coffee table in front of Sparta as he started looking through them, searching for something.
Leon Torres. Leon… Torres. The Unstoppable High Flyer. Okay, sure, fair enough… What else. Aww, Sparta, look, he knows how to do a Standing Cutter. How adorable. Hmmm… Married to Amber… Blah, blah, blah… Changed his theme song multiple times. Blah blah blah. “ZXWWF Heavyweight Champion 1x (As Suicide)”.... Wait, what? Well, slap my ass and call me Mary, this guy was Suicide.
Hearing the surprising news even Sparta looked up from his phone, the look on his face clearly slightly stunned.
Now that explains why the Straight-Edge Saviors/Community/Society/Support Group failed as hard as it did. It is already hard to compete in that suit, blurry eye sight and all, especially when you have Less Fortunate the Rapper lumbering in it. Poor Phillip Brooks. He does know how to pick ‘em. He could have had anyone in that suit. Christopher Daniels, Frankie Kazarian, Charo... Have any thoughts, Spartacus?
Still thinking hard on this revelation, Sparta looked at the wall for a second, sighing and then looking back at his phone.
No… No, I don’t.
Okay, now, let us look what has Amber achieved… Twitter of the Year. Tweet of the Year. Twillian of the Year. Twight of the Year… And she married Leon. Wait, so as I understand it, Amber’s biggest achievements in life is having a Twitter and marrying Suicide… Well, this match sounds like fun. I think, Sparta, we have a match of the year contender. No, scrap that. Shortest match of the year contestant. Because, guys, yeah, it is cute to see a couple as a tag team. Cute that you two try to prove something. I don’t know, that you are more than just a Twitter handler and a pair of expensive Yeezy’s. You were coasting on the fact that Amber has come from decorated family of athletes. But, you have just drawn the rotten lottery ticket, baby. On Primetime, you will step into the ring with two of the most professional, athletic and gifted wrestlers in the business. Two prize fighters, who combined make for an unstoppable force. Who have their eyes set on the GZWA Tag Team Champs and the belts they possess. And you? Well, you are just our warm up match. And this has been the word by the Notorious One. Sparta, any thoughts.
Sparta once again looked up at Wes and then at the camera.
Keep 911 on speed dial. Because, it is all downhill from here.
Wes grinned as he finally set down comfortably in the seat and waved the camera crew, so that they would leave the jet before takeoff.
