After watching Frankie D and his manager pretty much run my name through the mud and numerous other things, it's time to put things in motion. Here we go...
We open up on a shot of me walking down a hallway of what appears to be a house. I turn around to make sure that the camera crew is following me. Not like they haven't been here before, hell Tamara and I pay them very good money to do this kind of stuff whenever we need them to but anyway, I continue down the hallway and turn into my home office where my Championship belts are displayed and numerous other things. I turn around and see them stopped in front of my desk as I look at them and cock my head to the side and motion with my index finger for them to come around behind me.
"Nah uh, come right on around here because I want everyone..."
I look right into the camera saying this.
"Even Frankie DeDouchebag, Mark Robbingson and that guy Brent or whatever his name is to see that everything all three of these maroon's have been saying is complete bullsh*t."
The camera comes around behind me as I sit down in my computer chair and turn toward the screen pulling up an internet browser (No product placement here folk!) and I type in the web address to the Global Wrestling Alliance website.
"As you can plainly see this is the website for the Global Wrestling Alliance, which is the company we work for... DUH! Anyway, let's do a little browsing over a few things."
I see the tab marked 'Talent/Staff Index which brings me to another page that has a list of choices on it. from Champions to Roster to Staff.' I move the cursor over the Champions page link before turning back to the camera for a moment.
"Sh*t is about to get real really fast now. See pal, I'm going to expose you to the world as the fraud you truly are and once the truth is out there you can't explain it all away so easily."
I click the link to the 'Champions' page and watch as the page loads. Once it's loaded we can see that the first Champion listed is Trey Waters.
"No big surprise there, Trey is the Global Champion and he should be at the top of the company but let's keep going cause it gets better."
I scroll down the page a little more and we see Vacant where the International Championship is listed.
"Not a surprise here being that Bennett just won the thing last week. You know, where you actually pin someone or make someone tap out. That's called winning a match."
I scroll down somemore and we now see that listed as the GWA Television Champion is none other then The Rocket, which is me in case you didn't know just whose internal monologue you were listening to right now.
"Would you look at that! So Frank DeDouchebag is the Television Champ huh? Funny because that picture looks a whole hell of a lot like me."
I take a minute to look over to my left and into a little mirror I have next to me and then back at the picture on the screen and then again back to the mirror.
"Funny, unless I have a dopleganger running around GWA posing as the TV Champion but the only person posing as the TV Champion is you Frankie. You see, as much as you might want it to really be the truth it's just not unfortunatley. The history books still read my name as the rightful Television Champion not yours."
I turn around now facing the camera.
"Also, be a man and don't have someone talk for you. Seriously how much of a noob can you be to have your supposed Tag Team Partner's manager talk for you? What's the matter Frank, you couldn't find the words because you've run out of all the stupid material that you continue to tell people in your promo's and on twitter?"
I chuckle for a minute.
"It's funny watching all these women that come into the company left and right and then here you come and try hitting on them and they turn you down one right after the other. It's funny, I can't tell you many times I have laughed my ass off watching my timeline on Twitter blow up with all these stupid pick up lines you use only to get shot down. Hell, even Tam has been sitting here in this very room laughing her ass off to all these women shooting you down."
It's funny. For someone who came in and called the Veteran and current Television Champion, The Rocket, out to only be the true flavor of the month.
"You know, I sit here and I watch the twitter wars and I watch your ridiculous promo's where you do a lot of stupid sh*t like putting my wife's face on your tights like it's some kind of psyche out or something and I pitty you. I really do because you don't seem to realize that with every stupid and ignorant thing you do and say that the ass kicking you are building yourself is getting taller and taller by the day. I told you i'd let you worry about Jay B and Keith Holdren this week but you know something I could be Michigan in no time flat. Hell I could even show up at your hotel room after the show, kick your ass and leave you laying in a tub full of ice unconscious but whenever I choose to come in and take back what you stole me from me, your not going to know when and you damn sure won't know where but that belt is coming back to me."
I begin to turn back toward the computer but I stop and face the camera again.
"Also, shred those stupid tights. You look like a child running around his underoo's with his favorite superhero on them."
I turn begin to turn back to the computer but I stop again.
"Oh and another thing, tell that idiot Mark or whatever that if he ever goes and opens up the bible and read the story of Joshua that he'll know why I was named after him and it might do you some good to open a bible and pray a little. It might help... But notice that I said might. Gotta think about these things and remember, you know when and you won't know where but I will come and take back what you stole from me and sooner or later you are going to pay for doing what you did to my wife. Be seeing you, Frank. Be seeing you real soon."
I smile and turn right back to the computer as my image begins to fade out.
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