Post by ecworiginal on Aug 5, 2011 23:35:37 GMT -5
Our scene opens on a bustling shopping plaza in downtown London. People are bustling through trying to get to their destinations as the camera peers around it is unclear who it is looking for. The camera begins to move toward a large store with Harrods across the front. Upon entering it is clear to see that this store is not on the low end of expenses. Our shot weaves through the expensive suits and dresses on its way to what appears to be the fitting room. In the back we see a man getting measured for a suit. That man is Desmond Wolfe. Wolfe sees the camera and waves it over. As the camera approaches Wolfe gets a confident grin on his face and begins to speak.
Wolfe: Isn't it beautiful? This suit is effortlessly elegant it was made in Italy from the finest wool, Canali’s Sharkskin suit in navy is a sophisticated piece of tailoring made only for the best. I have a suit like this for every day and do you know why? Because I represent class, when I go out I am dressed to the nines and I aim to impress. I have the look and the talent to be the very best wrestler in Saturday Night's Main Event and thanks to my good fortune at Seven Deadly Sins I am now in line for a tag team championship match. Hey, watch it there sweetheart don't start something you can't finish down there.
Wolfe laughs to himself as a gorgeous brunette woman in a low-cut button down shirt and short designer skirt measures his inseam and smiles at his witty comment. Wolfe adjusts himself and winks at the woman before speaking again.
Wolfe: Now, as I was saying, my partner and I will finally bring class to the SNME Tag Team Championships. I mean, look at the poor excuse for champions we have now. Jimmy and Jey, The Usos, these two are the offspring of a man who spent the majority of his career dancing to pop music and rubbing his giant buttocks against the faces of his opponents. They claim to come from some great Samoan heritage and that in itself is contradicting. The words Samoan and great should not be used in the same sentence. Samoans were savages just like the Celtic warriors I spoke of last week. The Usos dress like they are trying to impress people, but polo shirts and khaki pants doesn't exactly give off the champion look. You and your kind are nothing, but savages. You can try to cover it up with you're clothing and your hip hop music, but you will never be anything more than wild classless Samoans.
Wolfe pauses for a moment as the woman measures his arms and wrists brushing he curvaceous body against his own. Desmond glances down to her and smiles as she looks up at him. Wolfe then refocuses and speaks again.
Wolfe: A perfect example of how classless and worthless your people are would be that joke of a university that you revisited this week. You spent four years of your life dedicated to a University of a state that is nothing, but offspring of cast off citizens from poverty stricken nations. You spent your time in a college that proudly called itself Hawaiian, when being Hawaiian simply means you are an island outcast. Not to mention that god awful excuse for a sport you played while you attended that cesspool. That sport is not football, it is absolutely barbaric. Football, is a dignified game that we play here in England with teams like the Chelsea Football Club, and Manchester United. Your country butchered the word football and renamed our game soccer. You should be ashamed of yourself to play that sport for such a pathetic country and state.
Wolfe stops speaking as the beautiful woman begins to measure his neck. Desmond looks into her eyes with a cocky grin on his face as the woman begins to swoon for him. Wolfe chuckles a little as he looks at her perfect bottom as she walks away to record his measurements.
Wolfe: Jimmy, Saturday night will be a night that you will never forget. It will be a night the ends with you on your back, just like that woman will be in a few moments. See, women are attracted to men like me. Men of wealth, class, and dignity. I represent something you can only hope to be and Saturday night I will bend your body in ways you never thought it could bend. I will break your arm with the London Dungeon so you and your brother won't have to embarrass yourselves against the United Kingdom of Wrestling. Because like myself my partner is also a distinguished Englishman and possesses the same talents as myself in this ring. We will out-class you inside and outside the ring whether you like it or not. You can try to fight us, but it's useless to fight change and the winds of change are blowing in Saturday Night's Main Event. This Saturday Jimmy, you will be weighed, you will be measured, and you will be left wanting because in SNME there is no better than Desmond Wolfe.
The woman returns with Wolfe's ticket and Desmond whispers something into her ear. She blushes as Wolfe grabs her hand and beings to leave the room before turning to face the camera to throw up his signature two fingers with a confident grin on his face.
Wolfe: Isn't it beautiful? This suit is effortlessly elegant it was made in Italy from the finest wool, Canali’s Sharkskin suit in navy is a sophisticated piece of tailoring made only for the best. I have a suit like this for every day and do you know why? Because I represent class, when I go out I am dressed to the nines and I aim to impress. I have the look and the talent to be the very best wrestler in Saturday Night's Main Event and thanks to my good fortune at Seven Deadly Sins I am now in line for a tag team championship match. Hey, watch it there sweetheart don't start something you can't finish down there.
Wolfe laughs to himself as a gorgeous brunette woman in a low-cut button down shirt and short designer skirt measures his inseam and smiles at his witty comment. Wolfe adjusts himself and winks at the woman before speaking again.
Wolfe: Now, as I was saying, my partner and I will finally bring class to the SNME Tag Team Championships. I mean, look at the poor excuse for champions we have now. Jimmy and Jey, The Usos, these two are the offspring of a man who spent the majority of his career dancing to pop music and rubbing his giant buttocks against the faces of his opponents. They claim to come from some great Samoan heritage and that in itself is contradicting. The words Samoan and great should not be used in the same sentence. Samoans were savages just like the Celtic warriors I spoke of last week. The Usos dress like they are trying to impress people, but polo shirts and khaki pants doesn't exactly give off the champion look. You and your kind are nothing, but savages. You can try to cover it up with you're clothing and your hip hop music, but you will never be anything more than wild classless Samoans.
Wolfe pauses for a moment as the woman measures his arms and wrists brushing he curvaceous body against his own. Desmond glances down to her and smiles as she looks up at him. Wolfe then refocuses and speaks again.
Wolfe: A perfect example of how classless and worthless your people are would be that joke of a university that you revisited this week. You spent four years of your life dedicated to a University of a state that is nothing, but offspring of cast off citizens from poverty stricken nations. You spent your time in a college that proudly called itself Hawaiian, when being Hawaiian simply means you are an island outcast. Not to mention that god awful excuse for a sport you played while you attended that cesspool. That sport is not football, it is absolutely barbaric. Football, is a dignified game that we play here in England with teams like the Chelsea Football Club, and Manchester United. Your country butchered the word football and renamed our game soccer. You should be ashamed of yourself to play that sport for such a pathetic country and state.
Wolfe stops speaking as the beautiful woman begins to measure his neck. Desmond looks into her eyes with a cocky grin on his face as the woman begins to swoon for him. Wolfe chuckles a little as he looks at her perfect bottom as she walks away to record his measurements.
Wolfe: Jimmy, Saturday night will be a night that you will never forget. It will be a night the ends with you on your back, just like that woman will be in a few moments. See, women are attracted to men like me. Men of wealth, class, and dignity. I represent something you can only hope to be and Saturday night I will bend your body in ways you never thought it could bend. I will break your arm with the London Dungeon so you and your brother won't have to embarrass yourselves against the United Kingdom of Wrestling. Because like myself my partner is also a distinguished Englishman and possesses the same talents as myself in this ring. We will out-class you inside and outside the ring whether you like it or not. You can try to fight us, but it's useless to fight change and the winds of change are blowing in Saturday Night's Main Event. This Saturday Jimmy, you will be weighed, you will be measured, and you will be left wanting because in SNME there is no better than Desmond Wolfe.
The woman returns with Wolfe's ticket and Desmond whispers something into her ear. She blushes as Wolfe grabs her hand and beings to leave the room before turning to face the camera to throw up his signature two fingers with a confident grin on his face.