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| Inexpensive Gifts; Johnny Amazing | |
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| Lita Maivia | Apr 16 2017, 03:47 PM Post #1 |
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"Stephen, Stephen, Stephen..." The scene fades in on the FIW Champion Johnny Amazing. He's occupying, peculiarly enough, a meeting room. There's a long table with nice, comfy chairs all around it. Johnny has taken up a random one somewhere at the midway point of the table. He's dressed pretty smartly in gray slacks and a white button down. He's even got a pair of glasses on! Wow! He looks so smart! Oh, he's also got his FIW Championship over his shoulder as he lounges back in his chair with his loafers up on the table. "You never cease to amaze me. And I'm the Amazing One!" Shaking his head, Johnny chuckles at the irony. "Here you've got a girlfriend that you don't deserve. A girlfriend that I still don't know how you managed to trick into dating you... and what are you doing? Complaining about another man making eyes at her - Newsflash, buddy! Guys will always make eyes at another man's girl. If she wasn't worth the attention, why are you with her?" Johnny shrugs his shoulders, seemingly unconcerned with Stephen wants to screw things up with Brittany. The odd part is him giving Stephen advice not to screw it up. "You're also buying gifts! Not for her, but for someone else. Nathaniel Alexander? Really? That astounds me! I'm baffled!" Judging by the look on his face, Johnny is anything but baffled by Stephen's behavior. He drops the facade and looks into the camera, stressing the "Come on, dude!" that goes unspoken. "But it's fine. You do you and I'll do me. Because... Stephen..." A grin slowly spreads across Johnny's face. "You would not believe who else has gotten some gifts for Nathaniel Alexander! Who, you say? Well, some would call him the greatest champion of all time." Shrugging his shoulders, Johnny glances down at his title belt with a proud smile. "And everyone would tell you that he is the only FIW Champion of the World! Me! Johnny Amazing!" As if he just unearthed the greatest twist in all of mankind, Johnny holds his hands out at his sides for Stephen to take it all in. "Now, my gifts are nowhere near as expensive as yours. No. Sorry! I don't splurge on ridiculous things like alcohol and cigars. At least, not for Nathaniel. If I'm buying a bottle of wine, it's for a certain lady that I've got my eye on. Maybe I'll get her something nice when she wins the Hellcats title back this week..." Johnny goes off topic for a moment, his attention diverted as he looks off towards the wall-length window on the other side of the room. Realizing that's a topic for another time, he shakes his head and looks back to the camera. "Anyway! The gifts I got Nathaniel didn't cost me a dime. They came from the heart!" He places a hand over his heart and nods with sincerity. "Now, I know that you and Nathaniel as such good friends!" Johnny stresses that with a clenched fist and passion in his voice. "So, what I've done is come up with a little trip down memory lane so that Nathaniel can remember the good friend that you've been to him. I mean, we want him to know all you've done for him over the years, right?" Where did that little remote come from? Johnny holds it up in the air and with a click, the lights go down low only to be replaced by a projector light that illuminates the screen at the end of the room. Another click brings up this Twitter exchange. [align=center] [/align]"Well! How dare he?! Clay Krueger is a feisty little weasel, isn't he? To just jump ship from the Diamond Standard to suddenly backing the Shotgun? There's no way that Nathaniel's very good friend is going to let his good buddy be talked to in such as-wait! Is that you?" Johnny feigns surprise as he points out the tweet at the bottom. His mouth is agape and he shakes his head. "I almost don't believe it." Still shaking his head, Johnny clicks the remote again to transition to a new Twitter exchange. "Who doesn't love answering random Twitter questions? Especially easy ones like who you'd team with if given the opportunity to pick anyone to have your back? Obviously, the Blue Label Society are the greatest tag team of all time so of course it's going to be-whaaaaaaa?!" [align=center] [/align]Johnny interrupts himself as the screen "catches his eyes" and his eyes almost fall out of his head. He does a double take, overselling the surprise even more so than before. "Stephen would pick Clay Krueger over you? But it's okay! It's okay. Don't worry!" Holding a hand up to keep anyone from worrying, Johnny takes a few deep breaths to get back on track. "I'm pretty sure he explained that you two are too similar for you to be the answer to that question. Thank goodness. A reasonable explanation. It's a good thing he thinks so highly of you that he'd never insult you." Click! "But would he let someone else?" [align=center] [/align]Johnny's mouth falls open in the classic "Buuuuuuuurn!" expression without ever even looking at the screen. He knows what's back there. "But it's cool! Your birthday was right around the corner and I'm sure you got the love and respect you deserve on the day of your birth!" Click! [align=center] [/align]Johnny is already shaking his head in disappointment. "Not only is Stephen capable of insulting you, but Joe Stanton piles on! What a terrible birthday! I mean, it was fantastic for those of us watching with a bucket of popcorn, but for you... damn! What a shitty birthday. And we gotta give the credit where it's due. To the man who made it all possible. Stephen J. Eversol. Your friend!" Acting as if Stephen threw an elaborate birthday party, Johnny gives him his much-deserved props. "But why in the world would Stephen have a reason to get shirty with you?! You guys are best friends! What is his problem?!" Ca-click! [align=center] [/align]Johnny is uber disappointed. It's like he's watching the end of the Brick Sharks or something. It's ultimate sadness as he shakes his head. "What kind of friend isn't happy when their friend gets a tremendous opportunity? I mean, you were selected to challenge for the FIW Championship! You were chosen for the greatest opportunity of all time! A shot at the best! Why wouldn't your friend be happy? I mean, you're happy that Stephen is the new chosen one, right? That it's now his opportunity at the FIW Championship. I mean, sure, you didn't earn it in the traditional sense. Your manager handed it to you. I get it. But, I mean, has Stephen really earned it in the traditional sense? Or are you the one who now gets to hand it over to him?" Click. The screen goes blank Johnny removes his feet from the table and sits up, getting serious now. "Let me make one thing perfectly clear. I'm not the kind of champion that dictates who gets shots at me. That's above my pay grade. What I am is the champion who calls it like it is. Doesn't mean I won't still defend my title, because that's what I do. You'd be hard pressed to find anyone on the roster who doesn't have some justification on why he or she deserves the opportunity of a lifetime. We all got here by working for it. So I'm not banking on Keith Williams "saving my ass". That's not how I'm looking at this. I'll defend my title if I have to - against anyone that Orion puts across the ring from me. But don't sit there and act like you deserve this any more than anyone else in the back. Because you don't. And whether my title is on the line or your title is on the line... I'm gonna prove it to you." With another click of the remote, the lights finally come up, helping to alleviate some of the ominous feeling throughout the room during that little speech directed at Eversol. "And for the record, my gifts may have came from the heart but renting this room wasn't cheap." Now that that's cleared up, Johnny rises from his seat and tosses the remote on the table. He shifts his belt over his shoulder and walks out of the room without another word. Fade. |
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