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| Craig | Apr 18 2008, 08:52 AM Post #1 |
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FIW’s resident nerd Toby Bostock is wandering the halls seemingly on a mission to find somebody as he searches around. A door opens and ‘Jericho’ walks out, carefully closing it behind him signalling that the person inside does not want to be disturbed. Jericho turns to find Toby stood behind him and Bostock raises his trusty microphone… Toby: Jericho! A pleasure to meet you! He offers his hand but the erratic manager simply looks down at it and back at Toby’s hopeful face. Bostock retracts his hand and smiles warmly. It is obvious that Toby was not looking for Jericho but beggars can’t be choosers. Tobes is not going to pass this opportunity up. Toby: Did you hear the comments by the Saints of South Ireland? Fighting talk wouldn’t you say? Jericho: What I heard from those two boys was a lot of anger. Anger that will lead to frustration as my ‘project’ ventures onto World Wide for the very first time. As I recall, the rather large and unpleasant individual refereed to me as less than a man. Boy, why don’t you ask your Momma whether I am a man? I am positive that she will remember our encounter despite myself being one of hundreds she opens her legs to week after week on her back. Toby shuffles uncomfortably, not really sure how to respond to the accusation. Jericho: I call that man and his boyfriend a coward because that’s what he is, a dirty low-life coward! His big brother sends his brother like a lamb to the slaughter out to the ring to face Pac-Bull like Abraham offering his son. His wounded nature is not unexpected, you see the truth is a like a sword, it cuts deep. Look at Pac-Bull, he had a tryout for TNA Wrestling just last night but we didn't accept a contract with them. Pac-Bull likes it here, plenty of fresh meat to tear through. Toby: He did bring up that you and Pac-Bull walked away from a fight last week. Jericho: Oh, I do apologise. Are you the manager of Pac-Bull? Toby: Erm…no, no I’m not. Jericho: That’s right, you are not. Ol’ Jericho is. What I did last week was smart management, something the big inbred Irishman will have no sense of. I made a decision based on business acumen. There is no money to be made just throwing my ‘project’ into a brawl against three men. What I did was wet the appetite of their Full Intensity Rasslin’ fans. Make no mistake, my instrument of destruction would have fought all three of them to the bitter end had it not been for my incredibly smart intervention. I prefer to do these matters on a much grander scale. The man known as Jericho rubs his thumb and index finger together in the accepted gesture for money, Toby at least understands. Jericho: As far as their fledgling friendship with my Hellkitty, well that’s just pure crap those boys be spouting. Far be it from me to throw cold water over their aspirations but she does what I demand. I own her. If I want her to buddy up with any heathen, she will. If I want her to go to that ring and fight one of the McConnaigh’s then she’ll do it. If I want her at ringside to watch Pac-Bull put Owen McConnaigh down for the count then she’ll do that too, comprende? Toby: She has no choice? Jericho: You speak the truth. The Hellcat Championship is in my possession and my Hellkitty will do as I desire. Unfortunately I will not be at ringside personally to oversee such a demolition, as is my usual routine but perhaps I will send the girl. Owen McConnaigh, you better have given your soul to the Lord because your ass will belong to Pac-Bull this Sunday. Jericho completes his sentence with his usual charisma and the door behind Bostock opens. The lights dim slightly as Pac-Bull appears behind Toby. Heavy breathing is replaced by snarling and snorting before the FIW interviewer makes his excuses to dash off. |
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