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Post by Wally Lee on Feb 9, 2018 0:14:35 GMT -5
"Do I have to explain myself for this one?"
The scene opens in the back of the a rusted Ford Pick-Up. We see Wally Lee sitting in the back hatch on a fold-out chair. He's wearing his usual overalls without a shirt underneath, camouflage in design. He shakes his head as he laughs softly to himself. The day is a sunny one for Delaware this time of year, not a cloud in the sky as Wally fixes his eyes back to the camera.
"I really shouldn't have too... But the fact of the matter is that... Spirit and Pride Wrestling fans, unfortunately the powers at be are insisting on punishing you guys by not allowing me to the have honor of stepping into that ring on the twelfth of February... Baltimore, Maryland...."
He stops for a moment to shake his head thinking at the sheer thought of being suspended.
"It's one thing to get disrespected... But it's another thing to get disrespected and have your intelligence assaulted at the same time... You see I know damn well why I won't be wrestling in Baltimore... And I wouldn't suggest you guys drink the Kool-Aid on whatever bullshit SAP wants to feed you... The dirt sheets and the twitter machine has this story all twisted. But that's why I'm here. I'm going to set the record straight with you guys... And with SAP as a whole."
Wally smirks briefly before reaching to his side. He dips his hand deep into a cooler filled to the brim with ice. He fishes around the bottom before pulling out a Stone Coldy... He rubs the condensation and wet sides off of the beer before cracking it open loudly. He makes a quick raising toast to the camera before downing a bit of the amber elixir.
"You see this brew right here... Just like me. We're truth serum... The same way some people can't stomach the sweet taste of a cold one is the same way some people can't stomach the fucking truth. The truth is that in an arms race to bring a big amount of star power to the company... You know that name value... SAP hitched its wagon to people who only have eyes for themselves...
You see I could name names, but frankly you guys already know who the fuck I'm talking about... The people who get debuts of pomp and circumstance... The people who get lauded over by management in one of those... 'OhEmGee' I can't believe we signed them moments... The people who are.... AWESOME friends with the people who run this place. Those are the people I'm talking about..."
Wally stops for a moment taking in another deep swig of his drink before he places it on the arm rest of his chair.
"One of the big issues I have is cucks like Manny Fernanny who want to jump in conversation they weren't involved in and say... "Well uhhh yous should have said something while she was here manggggggg!
Give me a fucking break... As fast as she came, was as fast as she went. Plus it doesn't matter when I said something... As long as I said something. You see I'm not stupid, not in the slightest... I know my role in this company... I know how this company sees me... I know my career trajectory in SAP. And you know for a moment there I was really happy on being SAP's young up and comer... Why wouldn't I be... SAP has given me a lot in my career... My first main event match to be specific.
That's why I bit my tongue when these people walked into SAP... I bit my tongue when they took air time away from other people who could have used it... You know people who actually have something to say... I bit my tongue when My own flesh and blood were berated and attacked and disrespected... My own grandkids...
I bit my tongue when I got relegated to jerking curtains and opening up for people who's main purpose in the industry apparently is to kill any kind of buzz or joy coming from that crowd..."
Wally makes a small burp before finishing off his can. He crushes the can with his grip and sends it flying behind him, with the sound of the aluminum clunking against the hood of the truck filling a small spell of silence.
"But the one thing I won't bite my tongue for... Is when I get brought up... The only thing I have in my career is my balls and my fucking name. I don't break my balls for anyone, and I don't let my name get dragged by anyone...
And when it's said from one of those people who walked out the door almost as fast as they stepped through.... That they're leaving because apparently NO ONE can handle their level of 'talent' and the NO ONE was ready for them... Well that fucking rubs me in all the wrong ways. Because no matter who or what this company has thrown in front of me I've knocked it out of the fucking park. Not just in victory but even in defeat.
Look at my track record... I brought that A plus game out of Ashley! I helped reinvent what it meant to have a fucking bomb ass debut when I walked into that ring with Eli!
You want to talk about levels... You talk about Wally Lee, because even when it seems like your steps above me... By the end of the night you can't look me in the eyes and tell me I help take that shit even higher..."
He stops, taking a breath. His hands fall back into the cooler fishing out another adult beverage as the wind picks up slightly in the background, whipping his overalls a bit before he retrieves his drink.
"No... I didn't get suspended for any other reason than dishing out that truth... And that truth is that the level was higher than you anticipated... My grandkids showed you that firsthand, and you went running for the hills.
All that pomp, all that circumstance... Self-proclaimed as Phe's "handpicked" over the rest of us nobodies huh? You see while I can't claim being a SAP original I can claim that I put on my work boots just like everyone one else in this company... I'm never late for work. and no matter what I put my fucking best out there and I always deliver something these people can hold on tight too...
And what about you?... Guess you ended up being just hype. And while you're walking out the door... Where's Wally going to be? At work... Suspended, not suspended... Wrestling, on commentary, selling merch, selling fucking programs because MY HEART is in this company... Not just my Ego...
And so while we have to speak on Ego's let's talk about the crux of the predicament I've been unjustly placed in... You see the best-friend had to go to bat to defend what turned out to be a fruitless signing... I spoke my mind and now I find myself on the outside looking in at Cavalcade...
You got spots that are already predetermined... That's fine... I've always liked to handle my shit for myself... You see I already told you guys I'm not going to be that Two-Thousand Seventeen Wally that's just happy to be there... I'm not going to sit back and smile when this company tries to put me in a fucking box... No. No fucking way."
Wally cracks open his second as he leans forward in his seat. His eyes cast a steely gaze to the camera as he's nearly crushing the can in his grasp as a bit of the contents spill over and glide down the back of his hand.
"You want to talk about suspensions... Well lets talk about the suspension of belief... Because you have to be in fuck-all LaLa Land if you think for a moment that I'm not going to be at the Talmadge L. Hill Field House! I'm going into Baltimore... I'm walking right through that crowd... I'm going to step into that ring... And I'm not moving an inch until I get my Cavalcade shot... The shot that I deserve... The shot I worked my ass off for... The shot that frankly I REFUSE to miss...
You can send security after me... I'll be their ass... You can send the Quinn clan at me... I'll take care of them to... I don't care what man or woman in that locker room comes out to try and stop me, because this right here.... This is momentum... This company knows they fucked up suspending me... The fans know you guys fucked up suspending me... And now it's all going to come to a head... Cavalcade is going to be my moment... And you guys can try as hard as you can to keep me from it, but you'll fail... Because this momentum is just going to run right over anyone who gets in my way..."
Wally takes a deep chug, killing off the beer before tossing it aside. He smiles brightly as he unwinds and leans back in his seat. His hands dip low towards his set as he yells loudly
"SO PHE! PHEEEEE! LETS LINK UP IN CHARM CITY!!!! AND THEN PERSONALLY YOU CAN SUSPEND THIS DIC-"
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