Post by John on May 30, 2020 7:39:47 GMT -8
“It has been 152 days.” Katrine Bush says as she slowly walks into view with a cute little smile on her face.
“That’s twenty one weeks and five days for those keeping count. Or, three thousand, six hundred and fourty eight hours.”
The background is completely dark behind Katrine.
“Two hundred eighteen, eight hundred and eighty thousand seconds.” She says as she raises her chin just a touch to have it look like it she is looking down to the camera.
“Thirteen million, one hundred thirty two thousand,eight hundred seconds.” Miss Bush says as she shifts her weight to her left hip.
“That! Is how long the greatest champion in Whirlwind Wrestling history has been your champion. Undeniable. Indisputable. Single handedly, he has been keeping this company alive during these, trying times. While most of the roster has gone home, collected a check from Trump and pissed and moaned about how they can’t work, how much they miss working, how they wish they could get their hands on our storied and illustrious undefeated champion, a warrior in every sense of the word. This, unfortunate work stoppage hasn’t stopped the 5 words you love to say on a daily basis, The Bad Ass James Kelloggs from touring the world, defending the only championship belt that matters in professional wrestling today, putting real world meaning behind its name, International, as the Bad Ass One has been living up to be just that. International.” Miss Bush shifts her weight again and places her hands on her hips.
“From the far east, to the far west, to the tip of Iceland and the most southern tip of Africa and every country in between. From the underground to the mainstream, From sandpits to busted up warehouses and the finest hotels in the world. Your champion has been going everywhere and anywhere he is allowed to do what he does best. Put asses in seats and blood on the mat. A hundred men and a few unlucky women have tried and they all have failed. The trail of bodies he has left beaten and bloody knows no borders. And now. He has returned home. Behold! Your greatest champion in history.”
Mrs Bush smiles and steps out of the way as the lights inside the Gimnasio Nuevo Leon come on and in the middle of the floor is a WhirlWind Wrestling ring, minus ring ropes. In its place is a huge plexiglass cage. In the middle of the ring is the Bad Ass James Kelloggs with two girls, naked of course, but with how they are standing, and holding huge fan feathers, they are pretty much almost covered up. The Bad Ass one is shirtless and is only wearing black jeans. He is seated on a throne made from championship belts that he has collected over the past 152 days, they have been riveted and screwed together. At first sight, you can tell that James looks different. Sporting a few more scars, from the wars he has endured. The International Championship belt rests across his lap.
James slides off of his throne. He holds the belt by the end of the strap and drags it behind him as he makes his way up to the side of the plexiglass cage that he is in. He has transformed his body over the past 152 days. He is more ripped. More jacked. Sporting a six pack, and a tan from the endless hours in the gym and in the ring. He glares down at the camera as it moves forwards and tightens up the shot some. He then slams his title belt up against the plexiglass and it dangles and taps against the plexiglass as he keeps a steady stare on the camera, looking through the lens and into your eyes at home. Finally after a couple of seconds of this. He releases the belt and allows it to fall to the mat. He balls his fists up and takes a small step back.
“Blow me.” James says as he then extends both arms outwards and slowly takes a couple of steps back towards his throne. The lights inside the gym go back out except for a spotlight on the belt on the mat. It is not nice and new and shiny when we last saw it but rather beat up and looked like it has been dragged along the floor for the past 152 days……..
“That’s twenty one weeks and five days for those keeping count. Or, three thousand, six hundred and fourty eight hours.”
The background is completely dark behind Katrine.
“Two hundred eighteen, eight hundred and eighty thousand seconds.” She says as she raises her chin just a touch to have it look like it she is looking down to the camera.
“Thirteen million, one hundred thirty two thousand,eight hundred seconds.” Miss Bush says as she shifts her weight to her left hip.
“That! Is how long the greatest champion in Whirlwind Wrestling history has been your champion. Undeniable. Indisputable. Single handedly, he has been keeping this company alive during these, trying times. While most of the roster has gone home, collected a check from Trump and pissed and moaned about how they can’t work, how much they miss working, how they wish they could get their hands on our storied and illustrious undefeated champion, a warrior in every sense of the word. This, unfortunate work stoppage hasn’t stopped the 5 words you love to say on a daily basis, The Bad Ass James Kelloggs from touring the world, defending the only championship belt that matters in professional wrestling today, putting real world meaning behind its name, International, as the Bad Ass One has been living up to be just that. International.” Miss Bush shifts her weight again and places her hands on her hips.
“From the far east, to the far west, to the tip of Iceland and the most southern tip of Africa and every country in between. From the underground to the mainstream, From sandpits to busted up warehouses and the finest hotels in the world. Your champion has been going everywhere and anywhere he is allowed to do what he does best. Put asses in seats and blood on the mat. A hundred men and a few unlucky women have tried and they all have failed. The trail of bodies he has left beaten and bloody knows no borders. And now. He has returned home. Behold! Your greatest champion in history.”
Mrs Bush smiles and steps out of the way as the lights inside the Gimnasio Nuevo Leon come on and in the middle of the floor is a WhirlWind Wrestling ring, minus ring ropes. In its place is a huge plexiglass cage. In the middle of the ring is the Bad Ass James Kelloggs with two girls, naked of course, but with how they are standing, and holding huge fan feathers, they are pretty much almost covered up. The Bad Ass one is shirtless and is only wearing black jeans. He is seated on a throne made from championship belts that he has collected over the past 152 days, they have been riveted and screwed together. At first sight, you can tell that James looks different. Sporting a few more scars, from the wars he has endured. The International Championship belt rests across his lap.
James slides off of his throne. He holds the belt by the end of the strap and drags it behind him as he makes his way up to the side of the plexiglass cage that he is in. He has transformed his body over the past 152 days. He is more ripped. More jacked. Sporting a six pack, and a tan from the endless hours in the gym and in the ring. He glares down at the camera as it moves forwards and tightens up the shot some. He then slams his title belt up against the plexiglass and it dangles and taps against the plexiglass as he keeps a steady stare on the camera, looking through the lens and into your eyes at home. Finally after a couple of seconds of this. He releases the belt and allows it to fall to the mat. He balls his fists up and takes a small step back.
“Blow me.” James says as he then extends both arms outwards and slowly takes a couple of steps back towards his throne. The lights inside the gym go back out except for a spotlight on the belt on the mat. It is not nice and new and shiny when we last saw it but rather beat up and looked like it has been dragged along the floor for the past 152 days……..