Post by Frank Washington on Dec 12, 2013 5:33:18 GMT -5
December 22, 2013 Canadian X Pro comes to Ottawa to showcase the first ever Canadian Classic Christmas available on iPPV. As Canadian X rises from the ashes a new era is on the horizon but not exactly the one the Valours quite imagined… or did they? On a stacked card Jokers Wild have immediately made themselves known, being booked in two championship matches and a Number One Contender match for the CanX Heavyweight Championship. As they say jokers are always wild and soon enough everybody in the northern territory will take notice whether or not they like it.
The scene opens up in the frigid city of Ottawa in the province of Ontario, Canada outside of a small “Mom and Pop” hardware store in the evening time. The skies were cloudy with the possibility of snow forecast for later in the night, the white powder already occupying pockets in the parking lot that have yet to be cleared off. Frank Washington can be seen standing near the entrance at the edge of the parking lot wearing a red San Francisco 49ers coat that fit his upper body snuggly unzipped revealing a black t-shirt sporting the Jokers Wild logo to go with his blue jeans and black Nikes. He stood there with an arrogant grin as the cameras began to roll.
Frank Washington: So this is the best Canadian X can give me eh? You sign a group of red hot professional wrestlers and you book one of them in an…
He’ll shake his head and roll his eyes sarcastically.
…”Xtreme Rules” match? This is a joke right? What exactly is an “Xtreme Rules” match anyway, just some over glorified death match where you can only win by submission or knocking your opponent unconscious? Maybe Canadian X misunderstood my agent, Alex Smith, but when you brought Jokers Wild, Frank Washington into the promotion you signed a wrestler not some deranged circus sideshow performer! Jokers Wild is here to take over and put asses in seats, we don’t do flaming tables and barbed wire, that kind of garbage has no place in a wrestling ring.
He’ll nonchalantly shrug as he motions to the camera to follow him into the hardware store. As he steps inside the camera pans around the small hardware shop organized into a dozen or so aisles with a single register near the entrance. Frank rubs his hands together as the warm of the building is a welcome contrast to the harsh and bitter cold of the outside air. The camera follows Frank as he walks down and aisle where trash cans, hammers, thumbtacks among other tools and accessories can be found.
See for my opponent, Dakota Smith a place like this might as well be Disneyland; a bunch of assorted tools just like himself. Dakota you’re everything that’s wrong with professional wrestling, you think because you can swing a chair wild and hard like a hell-bent maniac that you somehow belong in this industry. Instead of diligently fine tuning your craft and technical ability to become a better wrestler you’d rather roll around in a pile of thumbtacks and crack people over the head with a light tube. You’re a man with no skill and it shows in your sloppy mat technique, honestly you remind of the guys who flunked out of the wrestling academy on day one because it was too hard for you to execute a proper wrist lock! The fact that Canadian X signed you is appalling seeing what a walking insurance risk you are.
Frank picks up a ball-peen hammer and looks at it, turning it over in his hand as he rests the head of the hammer in his other palm.
I’m no stranger to “hardcore” matches where everything short of stabbing your opponent with a knife is legal. I’ve been shoved off ladders, put through tables and even slammed through the ring but it was never by choice, never once did I revel in the environment it created because honestly, it’s below me. Everyone with half a brain knows that in this business the real money is made by showcasing your God given technical talent and showcasing your mastery of ring psychology, hell Mr. Mainstream himself can tell you that there’s never been an instance of a hardcore spot monkey selling out Madison Square Garden. I came into this business to become one of the best wrestlers to ever step foot into this industry and if I have to personally revolutionize the Xtreme Championship division then so be it!
Frank drops the hammer into the trashcan unceremoniously as he flashes a cocky grin.
So go ahead Dakota preach to the world until you’re red in the face about how you embrace violence, the carnage and destruction while you shorten your own career. Bring the whole hardware store as your own personal arsenal if you truly think that’s what it takes to win because I for one have no plans of stooping down to your level. I’m going to force you to go outside your comfort zone, I’m going to force you to try to get on my level and step into my environment and beat some wrestling logic into your stubborn rock head ass. As one of history’s great strategists Sun Tzu once said “one mark of a great warrior is that he fights on his own terms or fights not at all” and once my arm is raised at Canadian Classic Christmas? You can say goodbye to this hardcore death match crap, you can say goodbye to your bats, thumbtacks, and barbwire because in its place I will bring in a belt where legends of wrestling’s present and future poured their very souls into. A belt where wrestling is always at the forefront, a belt where only the workhorses of this industry can hang because of the fierce competition surrounding it. I will dump that Xtreme Championship in the trash where it belongs and bring in my own Revolutionary title and reinvent this whole damn division! The ratings speak for themselves; Canadian X Pro is alive today because Jokers Wild signed their names on that dotted line and that my friend is indisputable. Enjoy your reign while you can because once I wrestle circles around you in that ring I guarendamntee you’ll wish you paid better attention at the academy. Are you ready for the Revolution?
Frank turns his back to the camera as the camera abruptly fades to black.
The scene opens up in the frigid city of Ottawa in the province of Ontario, Canada outside of a small “Mom and Pop” hardware store in the evening time. The skies were cloudy with the possibility of snow forecast for later in the night, the white powder already occupying pockets in the parking lot that have yet to be cleared off. Frank Washington can be seen standing near the entrance at the edge of the parking lot wearing a red San Francisco 49ers coat that fit his upper body snuggly unzipped revealing a black t-shirt sporting the Jokers Wild logo to go with his blue jeans and black Nikes. He stood there with an arrogant grin as the cameras began to roll.
Frank Washington: So this is the best Canadian X can give me eh? You sign a group of red hot professional wrestlers and you book one of them in an…
He’ll shake his head and roll his eyes sarcastically.
…”Xtreme Rules” match? This is a joke right? What exactly is an “Xtreme Rules” match anyway, just some over glorified death match where you can only win by submission or knocking your opponent unconscious? Maybe Canadian X misunderstood my agent, Alex Smith, but when you brought Jokers Wild, Frank Washington into the promotion you signed a wrestler not some deranged circus sideshow performer! Jokers Wild is here to take over and put asses in seats, we don’t do flaming tables and barbed wire, that kind of garbage has no place in a wrestling ring.
He’ll nonchalantly shrug as he motions to the camera to follow him into the hardware store. As he steps inside the camera pans around the small hardware shop organized into a dozen or so aisles with a single register near the entrance. Frank rubs his hands together as the warm of the building is a welcome contrast to the harsh and bitter cold of the outside air. The camera follows Frank as he walks down and aisle where trash cans, hammers, thumbtacks among other tools and accessories can be found.
See for my opponent, Dakota Smith a place like this might as well be Disneyland; a bunch of assorted tools just like himself. Dakota you’re everything that’s wrong with professional wrestling, you think because you can swing a chair wild and hard like a hell-bent maniac that you somehow belong in this industry. Instead of diligently fine tuning your craft and technical ability to become a better wrestler you’d rather roll around in a pile of thumbtacks and crack people over the head with a light tube. You’re a man with no skill and it shows in your sloppy mat technique, honestly you remind of the guys who flunked out of the wrestling academy on day one because it was too hard for you to execute a proper wrist lock! The fact that Canadian X signed you is appalling seeing what a walking insurance risk you are.
Frank picks up a ball-peen hammer and looks at it, turning it over in his hand as he rests the head of the hammer in his other palm.
I’m no stranger to “hardcore” matches where everything short of stabbing your opponent with a knife is legal. I’ve been shoved off ladders, put through tables and even slammed through the ring but it was never by choice, never once did I revel in the environment it created because honestly, it’s below me. Everyone with half a brain knows that in this business the real money is made by showcasing your God given technical talent and showcasing your mastery of ring psychology, hell Mr. Mainstream himself can tell you that there’s never been an instance of a hardcore spot monkey selling out Madison Square Garden. I came into this business to become one of the best wrestlers to ever step foot into this industry and if I have to personally revolutionize the Xtreme Championship division then so be it!
Frank drops the hammer into the trashcan unceremoniously as he flashes a cocky grin.
So go ahead Dakota preach to the world until you’re red in the face about how you embrace violence, the carnage and destruction while you shorten your own career. Bring the whole hardware store as your own personal arsenal if you truly think that’s what it takes to win because I for one have no plans of stooping down to your level. I’m going to force you to go outside your comfort zone, I’m going to force you to try to get on my level and step into my environment and beat some wrestling logic into your stubborn rock head ass. As one of history’s great strategists Sun Tzu once said “one mark of a great warrior is that he fights on his own terms or fights not at all” and once my arm is raised at Canadian Classic Christmas? You can say goodbye to this hardcore death match crap, you can say goodbye to your bats, thumbtacks, and barbwire because in its place I will bring in a belt where legends of wrestling’s present and future poured their very souls into. A belt where wrestling is always at the forefront, a belt where only the workhorses of this industry can hang because of the fierce competition surrounding it. I will dump that Xtreme Championship in the trash where it belongs and bring in my own Revolutionary title and reinvent this whole damn division! The ratings speak for themselves; Canadian X Pro is alive today because Jokers Wild signed their names on that dotted line and that my friend is indisputable. Enjoy your reign while you can because once I wrestle circles around you in that ring I guarendamntee you’ll wish you paid better attention at the academy. Are you ready for the Revolution?
Frank turns his back to the camera as the camera abruptly fades to black.
