Post by Press1269 on Feb 11, 2020 18:15:29 GMT
[‘Country Fine’ James Radford stands in a hallway observing a monitor that is showing highlights of the previous match when his manager, Bobby Benson, steps up beside him. James is already dressed for his upcoming match, while Bobby is wearing a loud suit with his famed megaphone dangling from a loop on his belt. James glances over to Bobby and notices for the first time that his manager has a scowl on his face.]
JR: What seems to be the problem, Bobby?
[Benson turns his attention to James and shakes his head.]
BB: Your opponent tonight. I don’t like it.
[Radford’s eyebrows rise, and he shrugs his shoulders.]
JR: Why’s that?
[Benson’s hands become animated as he starts hopping around, working himself into a shoot.]
BB: James, this is terrible! She’s a damn shrink! They call her the ‘Good Doctor’ for Christ’s sake! If there’s anything in this world I can’t stand more than tax collectors, its good for nothing shrinks! Not to mention, did you see where we are on the card? God Damn it! When I signed us up for this Regalia Championship tournament, I was given assurances that you would have a higher standing in the pecking order of [R]ev Pro! I mean…you just got through main eventing at Union Battleground for the second time in a row, and yet where is Bryan Williams? Back in the main event, while we…WE ARE SECOND FROM THE FUCKING OPEN!
[Bobby looked like a cartoon character in his delivery, and if he had been one, this would be the part where steam was coming out of his ears. Radford rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the monitor as he spoke.]
JR: I don’t care anything about that, Bobby. The important thing is that I’m getting that exposure you’re always talking about, and an opportunity through this tournament to boot. As long as I get the chance to wrestle, where I’m at on the card isn’t a concern. I’m going to go out there and try and steal the show just like everyone else. Besides, what do you care what she does in her off time? Aren’t psychiatrists trying to help people?
[Bobby nearly falls back at the naivety of his client’s words, but even more so at his assertion that psychiatrists ‘help’ people.]
BB: James…are you freakin’ kidding me right now? Psychiatry doesn’t help people; it turns them into zombies! I’m not going to stand by while some crackpot tells me I’m crazy just because I’m passionate enough to speak my mind. Anger issues my ass. And why do they always have to go back to your childhood? Bunch of perverts! Telling people that they need the approval of their fathers and want to fuck their mothers! Well to hell with that, James! The more I think about it I’m glad you’re taking on Ember so you can go out there and stomp her ass!
[He pauses to take a short breath.]
BB: And as far as your wrestling goes, just leave the finer points of your career to me, cause obviously you don’t understand the first thing about positioning! When they drop you to the bottom of their card they might as well be telling you that they don’t expect much out of you, and while that might have been true a few months ago, it isn’t today! You’re a god damn commodity, baby! Countrifying Audience in huge venues, battling out with the likes of Indi Rhyder, Bryan Williams, and Dakota Smith! Don’t these fucking people know who the fuck you are?
[James sighs, and casts a sidelong glance back to Bobby.]
JR: We’re up next, so let’s go out and show them. Oh, and Bobby…
[Benson rubs his hands together and listens intently while nodding.]
JR: Don’t cheat. I’m still trying to wash out my reputation for your involvement during the cage match at Lights Out #36.
[With that, James walks out of frame towards guerrilla position, leaving Bobby to stare after him with all the air let out of his sails. The wily manager shakes his head in disbelief and then scrunches up his nose.]
BB: After all I’ve done for this guy, and I still get no respect.
[Bobby stands there for a minute, gears turning in his head, when he suddenly hears ‘Guitars and Cadillacs’ cue up in the arena, and he realizes he’s about to be late.
JR: What seems to be the problem, Bobby?
[Benson turns his attention to James and shakes his head.]
BB: Your opponent tonight. I don’t like it.
[Radford’s eyebrows rise, and he shrugs his shoulders.]
JR: Why’s that?
[Benson’s hands become animated as he starts hopping around, working himself into a shoot.]
BB: James, this is terrible! She’s a damn shrink! They call her the ‘Good Doctor’ for Christ’s sake! If there’s anything in this world I can’t stand more than tax collectors, its good for nothing shrinks! Not to mention, did you see where we are on the card? God Damn it! When I signed us up for this Regalia Championship tournament, I was given assurances that you would have a higher standing in the pecking order of [R]ev Pro! I mean…you just got through main eventing at Union Battleground for the second time in a row, and yet where is Bryan Williams? Back in the main event, while we…WE ARE SECOND FROM THE FUCKING OPEN!
[Bobby looked like a cartoon character in his delivery, and if he had been one, this would be the part where steam was coming out of his ears. Radford rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the monitor as he spoke.]
JR: I don’t care anything about that, Bobby. The important thing is that I’m getting that exposure you’re always talking about, and an opportunity through this tournament to boot. As long as I get the chance to wrestle, where I’m at on the card isn’t a concern. I’m going to go out there and try and steal the show just like everyone else. Besides, what do you care what she does in her off time? Aren’t psychiatrists trying to help people?
[Bobby nearly falls back at the naivety of his client’s words, but even more so at his assertion that psychiatrists ‘help’ people.]
BB: James…are you freakin’ kidding me right now? Psychiatry doesn’t help people; it turns them into zombies! I’m not going to stand by while some crackpot tells me I’m crazy just because I’m passionate enough to speak my mind. Anger issues my ass. And why do they always have to go back to your childhood? Bunch of perverts! Telling people that they need the approval of their fathers and want to fuck their mothers! Well to hell with that, James! The more I think about it I’m glad you’re taking on Ember so you can go out there and stomp her ass!
[He pauses to take a short breath.]
BB: And as far as your wrestling goes, just leave the finer points of your career to me, cause obviously you don’t understand the first thing about positioning! When they drop you to the bottom of their card they might as well be telling you that they don’t expect much out of you, and while that might have been true a few months ago, it isn’t today! You’re a god damn commodity, baby! Countrifying Audience in huge venues, battling out with the likes of Indi Rhyder, Bryan Williams, and Dakota Smith! Don’t these fucking people know who the fuck you are?
[James sighs, and casts a sidelong glance back to Bobby.]
JR: We’re up next, so let’s go out and show them. Oh, and Bobby…
[Benson rubs his hands together and listens intently while nodding.]
JR: Don’t cheat. I’m still trying to wash out my reputation for your involvement during the cage match at Lights Out #36.
[With that, James walks out of frame towards guerrilla position, leaving Bobby to stare after him with all the air let out of his sails. The wily manager shakes his head in disbelief and then scrunches up his nose.]
BB: After all I’ve done for this guy, and I still get no respect.
[Bobby stands there for a minute, gears turning in his head, when he suddenly hears ‘Guitars and Cadillacs’ cue up in the arena, and he realizes he’s about to be late.