Deals With Devils? Prestige Title Qualifier
Apr 19, 2023 13:05:09 GMT -5
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Post by Aaron Warthog on Apr 19, 2023 13:05:09 GMT -5
The image opens to what appears to be the golden stretch of land known as Sand Key Park in Clearwater, Florida.
Walking onto the sandy beach is Warthog, who seems to enjoy the feel of the sand between his toes as he looks towards the camera.
Aaron Warthog - Ah gotta say, Florida has its benefits. Ah'm still glad that Mr. Marshall decided Ah was worth giving a contract to. Ah've been livin' in high cotton ever since, but it's tima Ah started justifyin' to him that Ah'm worth every penny he put on tha Warthog.
Warthog cracks his knuckles, thinking about what he's got coming his way soon enough.
Aaron Warthog - Ah've been granted an opportunity at a title shot, the new Prestige Title, and Ah don't want to let that get away from me. Most wouldn't look at a guy like me and think Pres-ti-gi-ous, but Ah'm dead-set on proving all of them wrong. That new shiny piece of gold will look great around mah... arm... at least until ol' Terry gets some extenders put on it!
With a flex of his sizeable girth, Warthog reminds the people just how large and powerful he really is. He can't shake the smile on his face, though, even as he shows off his physique.
Aaron Warthog - Ta get that shot, Ah have to get past two boys who will be looking to take me down. First there's that Volkane fella. Ah looked three times thinking it was supposed to be Volkano, but nope. It's a foreign way of saying it, Ah guess. Well, Volkane, you may be tall, but that won't help you against the power of tha Warthog! Ah'm sure Ah'll be able to smash those stilt legs of yours into smithereens, showing you that basketball playas have no place in the world of professional wrestling!
Warthog pounds on his chest for a second, before looking left and right and leaning forward.
Aaron Warthog - Okay, so Ah don't know if you play basketball. But Ah do know you have made some big mistakes, ma friend. Those Prestige Worldwide people? They're obviously scammin' you. They wanted ta talk to me, but I just ignored them, because even Ah knew better than that. Take it from a Warthog who's been around, there are always people lookin' to take your hard-earned money. All they're gonna do is distract you, making it even easier for me ta smash straight through you to get to that title shot!
A beach ball lands nearby, catching Warthog's eye. He leans over and picks it up, turning to the slightly-frightened boy who's coming up towards him. With one toss, Warthog sends the ball to him, with the kid taking it. Warthog nods to him, and the boy runs off, with Warthog turning back to the camera.
Aaron Warthog - Gotta love kids, like that Jared Reed guy. The babyface on him is so strong, Ah'm sure half the audience will be wanting to console him every time he takes a knee ta the gut. In a lotta ways, Reed reminds me of myself when Ah first came into the business. Course, Ah was built like a steel freight train, while Reed's more like a peddlecar, but Ah'm sure he'll grow into things some more as he gets older.
Warthog laughs, enjoying the thought of Reed still growing a little taller and stronger in the future, but still being a boy at the moment.
Aaron Warthog - Ah don't mean ta mock you, Jared. Good ol' Terry sees something in you, and Ah can respect that. But it takes time to truly become something in this business. It takes blood, sweat, tears, and a lotta beers, if you know what Ah mean. You're comin' into this one at a severe disadvantage in both size and experience. Your best bet would be to let Volkane and I beat the holy hell out of each other and stay out of our way, but you're not tha type to do that, are you, kid?
With a nod of respect, Warthog stares through the camera, as if trying to talk directly to Reed.
Aaron Warthog - You come out there and you try ta prove yourself to Uncle Terry, but don't try too much. You have a long career ahead of you, and Ah'd hate to be the one to end it prematurely. But sometimes Ah just don't know my own strength, so if Ah run you over with the Stampede and break you... well, Ah'm sorry. But Ah ain't going to be playing it easy for anyone this time. Ah'm wanting mah chance at that championship. Ah DESERVE mah chance at that championship!
Warthog takes a few steps away, moving into the soft waves at the edge of the beach. He stands there, as the cameraman stays back, out of the water.
Aaron Warthog - These waves here, they come and they go. But chances for guys like me? They aren't as often. So Ah'm not blowing this. Volkane, prepare to get your spout capped and your flow rerouted. Jared, get ready to have your perfect shiny record crushed to tiny pieces. Because the Warthog is comin' through, and once I've smashed through both of you guys, Ah'm going to make that championship mine!
With a laugh, Warthog raises his hands in the air on either side... then falls backwards, into the shallow water. As the waves crash around him, Warthog moves his arms back and forth, before getting back to his feet. For a moment, you can see the world's largest sand angel in the soft, wet sand, before it's washed away again. We focus on the waves for a moment, before moving away again.
The screen shifts to a shot of a downtown highway, somewhere in Clearwater. We see various cars driving by, people on their way to their mundane jobs, desperately trying to make it to another weekend. As other vehicles go by, the camera focuses on a large red pickup, weaving slightly back and forth in its lane as it comes by. As it passes, we can hear something quite disturbing...
Aaron Warthog - 'Cause Ah Got Friends In Low Places, Where The Whiskey's Drowned....
The truck goes past, but we're not spared the singing of Aaron Warthog, as the camera is now inside the cab as Warthog bounces up and down in his seat, enjoying himself.
Aaron Warthog - The beeeeerrr chasin' mah blues away... and Ah'll be OKAY!!!
It's fair to say that Warthog will never be invited onto any singing shows. Well, maybe the Masked Singer, they had Rudy Guiliani, after all. The singing continues for a bit, but thankfully ends as Warthog makes the turn into a parking lot. He looks around at the dingy, greasy bar in front of him, taking it in.
Aaron Warthog - Huh. Strange the reporter lady wanted ta meet here. But Ah guess I've been interviewed in worse places.
Warthog shrugs his large shoulders and heads for the door, smashing it open... literally. The door falls to the side, with Warthog looking down at it, then at the few people staring at him from the darkened room inside.
Aaron Warthog - Shoot. Ah'm sorry, folks! Ah'll have this fixed in a jiffy!
He works on the door for a few seconds, managing to prop it back into place, before moving inside, where he sees a lady waving him over. As Warthog gets closer, his eyes get wider, taking in the scantily-clad woman waiting for him. She's smiling, stepping up towards him. He reacts, reaching out a hand for a shake, but she steps past it and wraps her arms around his shoulders, giving him a hug.
Lena Wriedt - It's so good to finally meet you, Aaron!
Warthog, a little flustered, just lets her hang there for a second or two before pulling himself free.
Aaron Warthog - ... Always nice to meet mah fans! But Ah thought this was an interview for mah Prestige Title shot?
Lena Wriedt - Oh, yes, well, I do want to interview you, Aaron. Just come over here and we'll... talk.
Lena drags Warthog to the side, where a grungy table has managed to stay upright. They sit down, with Warthog immediately looking for a menu. He doesn't notice the man to the right, who appears to be snapping as many pictures of them as possible.
Aaron Warthog - So, ah, what's good here? Any BBQ?
Lena Wriedt - I don't know if they serve food here, Aaron. But I could always get you something... hot...
Lena leans forward suggestively, with Warthog looking a little uncomfortable. He pushes up from the table, almost knocking it over.
Aaron Warthog - Ah think you have the wrong idea about me, Miss. Ah'm actually happily married, to the greatest woman in the world, mah Memphis. So Ah think maybe Ah should just go.
Lena Wriedt - Oh, that's too bad, Aaron... just when we were getting some real quality time together...
With one motion, Lena brings up a tablet from her side, pressing a button. Immediately, the pictures are there... shots of Warthog hugging Lena, their time sitting at the table, and more. Interestingly, there are a lot of shots from previous weeks, where it looks like Warthog running into Lena at the grocery store, outside the arena, and more. Warthog looks on with confusion, trying to figure it out.
Aaron Warthog - You're a really strange fan, Lena, but Ah won't tell no one how to live their lives. You do you. Hey, wait... how are there pics from right now?
Warthog looks to the right, finally spotting the man standing there, holding up his small camera and taking a few more shots of Warthog's wide-eyed face. He then gives Warthog a snarky wave.
Lena Wriedt - Take a seat, Aaron. We really need to talk.
Lena suddenly seems more business-like, straightening up and studying the shellshocked Warthog. His mind running like a hamster on a wheel, Warthog plops back into the booth. It cracks dangerously, but holds up.
Aaron Warthog - What's goin' on here?
Lena Wriedt - It's simple, Aaron. For a few weeks now, we've been watching you, and we think you're... perfect... for what we need.
Aaron Warthog - Ah... Ah'm not into any of that S&M stuff, that's another tag-team out there...
Lena Wriedt - Not that, Aaron. We need your strength... for a job we're going to be doing.
Aaron Warthog - A job? ... Like, movin' furniture or something?
Lena Wriedt - More like... moving a million dollars. Maybe two.
Aaron Warthog - What? Like somethin' illegal? Ah'm an honest man, Lena, Ah just put food on my family's table and Ah live mah life on the right side o' things...
Warthog shakes his head and starts to get up again, but Lena stops him, grabbing him by the wrist as she shows the pictures again.
Lena Wriedt - I admire your love for your family, Aaron. That's one reason we chose you. Because you see these pictures? If you don't want your darling Memphis to see these and realize you've been stepping out on her, you'll do everything we say.
Aaron Warthog - Me? Cheat on Memphis? She'd never believe that...
Lena Wriedt - I wouldn't trust in that, Aaron. I can be very persuasive.
Warthog gulps nervously, as Lena gives him a wink. There's another snap of the camera.
Aaron Warthog - Darn it, quit that!
Lena Wriedt - Trust me, Aaron. You really have no choice. Work with us, do what we want you to do... or see your once-in-a-lifetime marriage fall apart. It's all on you.
Lena smiles darkly, even as Warthog's head slowly lowers, looking lost at the moment. The screen cuts for a moment, giving us a time cut, and we rejoin to see Warthog, shoulders slumped, knocking aside the broken door and leaving. Lena sits back, content, as the cameraman sits down opposite from her.
Cameraman - You think he'll do it?
Lena Wriedt - Of course. He has no choice. I knew he'd be easy to control. What a moron. He's just... perfect.
Lena laughs, even as we cut away from her and go outside to Warthog's truck. He appears to be dialing a number on his phone, one he never expected to ever call. The phone rings, before finally picking up.
Voice - Hello?
Aaron Warthog - ... Hey. It's, uh, It's Aaron Warthog. Ah know we haven't spoken in a while. But Ah'm in kind of a bind right now, and, uh, Ah'm not sure what ta do. You might be the only one who could help...
As Warthog finishes talking, the camera switches over to the other side of the phone call. We see a large desk, stationed in an amazing office. The chair slowly swivels around, revealing a man who has made so many impacts on wrestlers' lives, for good and for bad.
Jonathan Barrows: Well, well, well. Mr. Warthog. How very... intriguing...
The former owner of the GCWA, and the man most blame for the destruction of one Peter Vaughn, sits forward in his chair, smirking.
Jonathan Barrows: How can I help?
Barrows' smile is the last thing we see, as the shot fades out.
