Post by Rastafari on Jan 3, 2010 0:39:41 GMT -5
*phone ringing*
Scott Pandora: Bloody hell what time is it.
*phone still ringing*
Scott Pandora: Alright alright one second geez.
*he rises out of bed and answers the phone*
Scott Pandora: Yeah? This is him. Look, its 6 in the morning do you really need to do this now? Call me back around noon or something. Yeah NOON. 6 hours from now you moron. Thank you.
*he hangs up the phone and goes back to sleep*
*phone rings*
Scott Pandora: Son of a...
*phone stops ringing suddenly*
Scott Pandora: What the.....Can't a guy get some sleep around here?
a few hours later.
*Scott Pandora walks away from the coffee machine with a cup of steaming coffee, another cheap hotel room, another "Where the hell am I" wake up call. He's been getting these early morning calls for a while now. Not only do they call him when he's sleeping, they call him when he's trying to work, they call him when he's trying to train, they call him every hour of the day basically. Who they are and why they are calling is a mystery, but each time they call it seems to get on Scott's nerves. He drinks some of his coffee then makes his way over to the window of the motel room. Looking out he notices rain and simply shakes his head while sitting back at the table and sipping at his coffee. The phone rings once again and this time he just ignores it*
Scott Pandora: Every day its the same thing I swear. Its almost as annoying as a Saber promo. Speaking of Saber, I guess the little guy got his ass handed to him by none other than Chris Staggs. I have to say I was quite shocked at that as well. I didn't thing Staggs had it in him. Now don"t think that I'm going to be all buddy buddy with you Staggs, I'm all for people putting Saber in his place, he needs to learn how to respect the veterans of this business, but I'm not about to go ahead with your little fantasy of Sparrow and The Staggs. Listen up Chris, I'm going to say this as nice as I can because I think you deserve a little bit of respect, even if you may not comprehend what I'm saying sometimes. Sparrow, the personality that you seem to recall from FWF, the persona that you remember as a dark, demented, twisted soul, he is no longer a part of me. I've moved on from Sparrow. I am Scott Pandora, the Supreme Standard, the epitome of extreme, the epitome of excellence, the epitome of entertainment, the epitome of EVERYTHING! I have moved on because for one, there was nothing left for Sparrow to do, I did it all as Sparrow. No, I needed a change, I needed a new life, a new attitude. The fans, being the sheep they are, could not fathom the idea of me changing my personality, they couldn't accept the reality that Sparrow is dead, don't let that be you Chris, don't deny the fact that Sparrow is dead. Accept it. There will be no Sparrow and The Staggs, no matter how much your deluded mind wants there to be. Sorry to burst your bubble.
*phone rings again, Pandora continues to ignore it*
Scott Pandora: As for you Saber, how did you like them apples? I had every intention of putting you down, I had every intention of busting you open, snapping your neck and putting you out of this business for good, you should thank Staggs for saving you a brutal beat down. You don't EVER come up into my face like that again you understand? I am not Colt Crawford, I do not back down when someone steps into my face. I am not Brian Clark, I will not simply allow you to throw egg on my face and expect me to stand there and take it. Lets just simply say that if Staggs had not stepped in and attacked you, chances are you'd have spent the holidays in the hospital. Simply put Saber, you're not ready for the big leagues just yet, you've still got a lot to learn.
*Pandora finishes his coffee and goes back to the window, he watches the rain fall for a few minutes before returning to his chair.*
Scott Pandora: So the Moderators decide to give me Tomas Luger, a man I've destroyed before. Tell me why I have to continue to wrestle the lowest forms of talent in the TWD when they know I obviously should be in contention for a title. Every 2 weeks I check the lineup, every lineup gives me some cream puff pasty who doesn't deserve to be in the TWD in the first place. Perhaps the Moderators were not listening when I said I'm done with attacking the lower talent and clearing roster space. Perhaps they need a reminder of just who the hell I am. Tomas Luger, you, like Eno Redrum, seemed to be unable to take the pressure of being a top TWD star and simply faded from the TWD. Unlike Eno, apparently your return has irked the fans as well as some of us in the back. You see Luger, your antics in the TWD are whats wrong with wrestling today. You completely destroy the progress that TWD has made in the last year to distance itself from the pretender federations out there. Its wrestlers like you that held the TWD back in the first place. You and Justin York, Jeffry James, Insane Insomnia and the worst of all, Adam Young. Guys like you made the TWD a joke the first year we were around. It was guys like you that prompted me to come out from behind the scenes and simply eliminate you one by one. Everyone from Katu Tui to Pete Darkness learned a lesson and never returned. You however, seemed to have not learned a thing, therefore I will simply eliminate you once and for all. You can go around thinking about how you want to quit the business, well the simple thing would be to just walk away. I'll even give you the chance to do that before our match. All you have to do is walk away and say goodbye to the TWD forever. You could choose to go through with the match, and if you do, I can promise you that you will not leave the ring a happy man.
*He looks up at the camera and looks straight into the lens*
Scott Pandora: This is not a joke, this is not funny business, this is my life Tomas. You parody game shows, you run amok like a chicken with its head cut off and the fans, well they used to eat it up, but apparently they too have tired of your lackadaisical effort to improve your talent. While you could never match up with me, you do have the potential to one day perhaps become a popular superstar. Unlike Saber, you have talent, however you don't seem to have the drive. Saber has the drive, he just does not have the talent, or the brains. I'm not stupid Luger, I know you're capable of being a star, the question is, do YOU know that? Come ShowDown, it won't matter anyway, I can put you out of your misery, or you can walk away, the choice is up to you. All the pep talks in the world are not going to help you when you step face to face with me. Consider yourself warned.
*the phone rings again and Pandora picks it up, he answers, then hangs up right away, then tosses the phone on the hotel bed. He then gets up and walks to the bathroom and closes the door, the scene fades to black.*
Scott Pandora: Bloody hell what time is it.
*phone still ringing*
Scott Pandora: Alright alright one second geez.
*he rises out of bed and answers the phone*
Scott Pandora: Yeah? This is him. Look, its 6 in the morning do you really need to do this now? Call me back around noon or something. Yeah NOON. 6 hours from now you moron. Thank you.
*he hangs up the phone and goes back to sleep*
*phone rings*
Scott Pandora: Son of a...
*phone stops ringing suddenly*
Scott Pandora: What the.....Can't a guy get some sleep around here?
a few hours later.
*Scott Pandora walks away from the coffee machine with a cup of steaming coffee, another cheap hotel room, another "Where the hell am I" wake up call. He's been getting these early morning calls for a while now. Not only do they call him when he's sleeping, they call him when he's trying to work, they call him when he's trying to train, they call him every hour of the day basically. Who they are and why they are calling is a mystery, but each time they call it seems to get on Scott's nerves. He drinks some of his coffee then makes his way over to the window of the motel room. Looking out he notices rain and simply shakes his head while sitting back at the table and sipping at his coffee. The phone rings once again and this time he just ignores it*
Scott Pandora: Every day its the same thing I swear. Its almost as annoying as a Saber promo. Speaking of Saber, I guess the little guy got his ass handed to him by none other than Chris Staggs. I have to say I was quite shocked at that as well. I didn't thing Staggs had it in him. Now don"t think that I'm going to be all buddy buddy with you Staggs, I'm all for people putting Saber in his place, he needs to learn how to respect the veterans of this business, but I'm not about to go ahead with your little fantasy of Sparrow and The Staggs. Listen up Chris, I'm going to say this as nice as I can because I think you deserve a little bit of respect, even if you may not comprehend what I'm saying sometimes. Sparrow, the personality that you seem to recall from FWF, the persona that you remember as a dark, demented, twisted soul, he is no longer a part of me. I've moved on from Sparrow. I am Scott Pandora, the Supreme Standard, the epitome of extreme, the epitome of excellence, the epitome of entertainment, the epitome of EVERYTHING! I have moved on because for one, there was nothing left for Sparrow to do, I did it all as Sparrow. No, I needed a change, I needed a new life, a new attitude. The fans, being the sheep they are, could not fathom the idea of me changing my personality, they couldn't accept the reality that Sparrow is dead, don't let that be you Chris, don't deny the fact that Sparrow is dead. Accept it. There will be no Sparrow and The Staggs, no matter how much your deluded mind wants there to be. Sorry to burst your bubble.
*phone rings again, Pandora continues to ignore it*
Scott Pandora: As for you Saber, how did you like them apples? I had every intention of putting you down, I had every intention of busting you open, snapping your neck and putting you out of this business for good, you should thank Staggs for saving you a brutal beat down. You don't EVER come up into my face like that again you understand? I am not Colt Crawford, I do not back down when someone steps into my face. I am not Brian Clark, I will not simply allow you to throw egg on my face and expect me to stand there and take it. Lets just simply say that if Staggs had not stepped in and attacked you, chances are you'd have spent the holidays in the hospital. Simply put Saber, you're not ready for the big leagues just yet, you've still got a lot to learn.
*Pandora finishes his coffee and goes back to the window, he watches the rain fall for a few minutes before returning to his chair.*
Scott Pandora: So the Moderators decide to give me Tomas Luger, a man I've destroyed before. Tell me why I have to continue to wrestle the lowest forms of talent in the TWD when they know I obviously should be in contention for a title. Every 2 weeks I check the lineup, every lineup gives me some cream puff pasty who doesn't deserve to be in the TWD in the first place. Perhaps the Moderators were not listening when I said I'm done with attacking the lower talent and clearing roster space. Perhaps they need a reminder of just who the hell I am. Tomas Luger, you, like Eno Redrum, seemed to be unable to take the pressure of being a top TWD star and simply faded from the TWD. Unlike Eno, apparently your return has irked the fans as well as some of us in the back. You see Luger, your antics in the TWD are whats wrong with wrestling today. You completely destroy the progress that TWD has made in the last year to distance itself from the pretender federations out there. Its wrestlers like you that held the TWD back in the first place. You and Justin York, Jeffry James, Insane Insomnia and the worst of all, Adam Young. Guys like you made the TWD a joke the first year we were around. It was guys like you that prompted me to come out from behind the scenes and simply eliminate you one by one. Everyone from Katu Tui to Pete Darkness learned a lesson and never returned. You however, seemed to have not learned a thing, therefore I will simply eliminate you once and for all. You can go around thinking about how you want to quit the business, well the simple thing would be to just walk away. I'll even give you the chance to do that before our match. All you have to do is walk away and say goodbye to the TWD forever. You could choose to go through with the match, and if you do, I can promise you that you will not leave the ring a happy man.
*He looks up at the camera and looks straight into the lens*
Scott Pandora: This is not a joke, this is not funny business, this is my life Tomas. You parody game shows, you run amok like a chicken with its head cut off and the fans, well they used to eat it up, but apparently they too have tired of your lackadaisical effort to improve your talent. While you could never match up with me, you do have the potential to one day perhaps become a popular superstar. Unlike Saber, you have talent, however you don't seem to have the drive. Saber has the drive, he just does not have the talent, or the brains. I'm not stupid Luger, I know you're capable of being a star, the question is, do YOU know that? Come ShowDown, it won't matter anyway, I can put you out of your misery, or you can walk away, the choice is up to you. All the pep talks in the world are not going to help you when you step face to face with me. Consider yourself warned.
*the phone rings again and Pandora picks it up, he answers, then hangs up right away, then tosses the phone on the hotel bed. He then gets up and walks to the bathroom and closes the door, the scene fades to black.*