Post by stevengold78 on Nov 11, 2012 3:36:17 GMT -5
"Stunning" Steven Gold has arrived at the University of Pittsburgh and, with his gear bag over his shoulder, is walking with ease through the back stage area at the Peterson Event Center when his phone starts buzzing...
It's a text from Victoria Frost...
Evening champ...hope it's okay to refer to you in this fashion. I've already spoken to Alex Morgan and the wheels are rolling for your title match...so now go do your job. BTW go to YouTube and search Gunner Hughes boat...fascinatiing stuff.
Gold cruises into a locker room, drops the bag and punches up YouTube on his phone...searches for Gunner Hughes boat....and he just can't help but laugh to himself as he watches...
"Good lord...another two-bit punk ass with delusions of granduer. And nothing original...insult me, insult my new associate. I have seen this gig so many times it's not even interesting any more....hold on? What the hell?"
Gold is surprised to see that Hughes wasn't smart enough to turn off the camera as he got involved in what clearly appears to be a highly-illegal activity with a rather odd-looking Hispanic man...
"Well, well, well....stolen boat full of contraband of some sort. Isn't that interesting? And now, the norm 'It's not going to be a wrestling match, it's gonna be a fight.' And this is what Alex Morgan wants representing his company? Well, I think a call to the boss, and what the hell, the police would probably find this fascinating."
Gold walks out of the locker room, phone in hand, walking with purpose thought the PEC....but slows down when he spots a rolling tool box to his left. He walks over, and starts going through the drawers until he finds what he wants....
He pulls out a 3-foot-long wrecking bar, gives it a long lookover, and smiles.
"Yeah, kid, I'm ready to dance. You want to wrestle, we wrestle....you want to fight, I can split your skull, no problem. By the time I'm through with you, not only will I have both championships, and your sorry ass will be in jail where little punk asses belong."
It's a text from Victoria Frost...
Evening champ...hope it's okay to refer to you in this fashion. I've already spoken to Alex Morgan and the wheels are rolling for your title match...so now go do your job. BTW go to YouTube and search Gunner Hughes boat...fascinatiing stuff.
Gold cruises into a locker room, drops the bag and punches up YouTube on his phone...searches for Gunner Hughes boat....and he just can't help but laugh to himself as he watches...
"Good lord...another two-bit punk ass with delusions of granduer. And nothing original...insult me, insult my new associate. I have seen this gig so many times it's not even interesting any more....hold on? What the hell?"
Gold is surprised to see that Hughes wasn't smart enough to turn off the camera as he got involved in what clearly appears to be a highly-illegal activity with a rather odd-looking Hispanic man...
"Well, well, well....stolen boat full of contraband of some sort. Isn't that interesting? And now, the norm 'It's not going to be a wrestling match, it's gonna be a fight.' And this is what Alex Morgan wants representing his company? Well, I think a call to the boss, and what the hell, the police would probably find this fascinating."
Gold walks out of the locker room, phone in hand, walking with purpose thought the PEC....but slows down when he spots a rolling tool box to his left. He walks over, and starts going through the drawers until he finds what he wants....
He pulls out a 3-foot-long wrecking bar, gives it a long lookover, and smiles.
"Yeah, kid, I'm ready to dance. You want to wrestle, we wrestle....you want to fight, I can split your skull, no problem. By the time I'm through with you, not only will I have both championships, and your sorry ass will be in jail where little punk asses belong."