Post by Frank Washington on Dec 20, 2013 23:00:04 GMT -5
The scene opens up at the San Jose Championship Belts shop deep inside the heart of San Jose, California. The shop was nearly empty save for three men as the shop was supposed to be closed for lunch at midday. Frank Washington can be seen with a belt resting on his shoulder wearing a black Jokers Wild shirt, a 49ers NFC Champions 2012 hat, blue jeans and his black Nikes. The man next to him was his longtime friend and sometimes onscreen manager Alex Smith, a 40 year veteran of the wrestling business and radio personality from Grand Rapids, Michigan. Alex was wearing a finely tailored grey suit and maroon tie, drinking out of his signature white coffee mug with “Unscripted, with Alex Smith” visible on the side in black lettering. The owner of the shop was in the back room as the two friends waited patiently.
Alex Smith: You sure about doing this Frank? I mean can you even legally do this?
Frank grins arrogantly as he adjusts the belt on his shoulder.
Frank Washington: I never received my deposit back on this belt have I? As far as I’m concerned I can do whatever I want with this belt. I poured my very heart and soul in the ring when this belt was on the line and I seized the moment from the very man who wanted nothing more than to toss me under the bus for his own gain. This belt represents the value of hard work and determination, more importantly this belt represents the very spirit and essence of what it means to be a professional wrestler… everything the Xtreme Championship isn’t. But unlike Dakota I don’t need to walk into Angelo Valour’s office and demand to be awarded a championship just to sign my name on that dotted line, I don’t need to maneuver myself into a no-rules environment to attempt to mask my flaws as a wrestler.
Frank takes the belt off his shoulder and gazes down at it for several moments. Alex takes a sip of his coffee nodding several times as Frank puts the belt back on his shoulder.
As far as I’m concerned the lineage of this very belt ended when I took this belt with me and left the south and my deposit was denied to me. Scotty was right when he said this belt will treat you well if you treat it with the respect it deserves and I can’t think of a better way to treat this belt than to officially sever any former ties it once had, to prevent this very belt from being devalued by the likes who refuse to acknowledge the very tradition and history it stands for. To make it my own, to leave my own mark on it and cement the legacy and prestige it so rightly deserves!
Frank chuckles in a sinister manner as he pats the center plate of the belt.
And once I wrestle circles around that tardcore reject Dakota Smith and make him tap in the middle of that ring? I will dump the Xtreme Championship in the trash and represent it with my own Revolutionary Championship and save Canadian X from senseless barbaric bloodshed! I will initiate my own personal Revolution in this division while Jokers Wild captures the Legacy and Heavyweight Championships, proving to the great white north and to the world that Canadian X is Jokers Territory.
Alex will nod again and grin.
Alex Smith: That’s what I like to hear Frank. It’s about time a group of individuals got together to try to take professional wrestling back to its roots. Too many people today spit on the very history of this great sport and lack wrestling etiquette. If someone tried to bring a grocery cart of weapons into a wrestling arena in the 80s you would’ve been blackballed for being too dangerous to work with not to mention probably hit with a nasty lawsuit. As far as I’m concerned there’s no place for this “garbage” in a wrestling ring. I’ve taught you well Frank, it’s been a pleasure to see you grow over the years and with people like you, Drew Stevenson, Scotty Addams, and Frankie Cocheese carrying the banner of the present the future looks bright! You make me proud.
Frank shrugs grinning.
Frank Washington: Hey I’ve learned from one of the best damn managers in this business haven’t I?
As he finishes a middle aged balding man sporting a scruffy beard emerges from the back grinning as he walks over and shakes the hands of Frank and Alex.
Thomas my friend it’s been a while!
Thomas: Since 2008 to be exact. Good to see you’re still in professional wrestling, means good business for people like myself. I take it that’s the belt I’m going to be working with?
Frank will nod and take the belt off his shoulder, taking one last look at it before handing it over.
Frank Washington: Alex, I take it you sent him the design plans for the new belt?
Alex Smith: Of course, emailed them over a few days ago.
Thomas smiles looking at the finely crafted belt.
Thomas: You sure got a beauty to work with here. Red strap for the belt and a complete overhaul of the center and side plates right?
Frank Washington: Sharp memory my friend. I need this done in a short amount of time; after all I got a match to win on the 22nd. I’ve already wired the payment to your bank account and threw in a nice tip in advance as compensation.
Thomas lets loose a hearty chuckle and holds on tightly to the belt as if it were a precious art canvas, treating it if it were the next Mona Lisa.
Thomas: That’s why I like you Frank. I’ll do my best and get this out to you in short order.
Frank Washington: I appreciate it.
Thomas takes the belt and heads to the backroom once more as Alex and Frank head for the exit. Frank stops briefly to turn to the camera one last time.
Christmas will be coming early on the 22nd as Jokers Wild performs a clean sweep across Canadian X. Like a set of dominos all adversaries will fall one by one before our feet as we take our rightful places at the top of the company. I dare you to try stop us John Pariah, Dakota Smith; because in the end you’ll be just another footnote in the history of Jokers Wild.
Alex Smith: And that my friend… is Revolutionary!
The camera then abruptly fades to black.
