Post by stevengold78 on Nov 23, 2012 21:55:26 GMT -5
The camera pans the room, the inside of Pal Joey’s Tavern, one of the favorite hang-outs for the students at Youngstown State University in Ohio. Even though it’s Thanksgiving weekend, there’s a pretty lively crowd in the place for a night of beer and college football on the television.
A large crowd is hanging around near the center of the place, and with good reason – one of YSU’s favorite sons in home. “Stunning” Steven Gold is in the house, and he’s buying rounds for anyone around. The camera turns to the OWA Inter-Global Champion, who is holding a Heineken in one hand and a rather buxom-looking blonde co-ed in the other (so to speak).
“It’s always nice to go to a comfortable surrounding where the fans are friendly and the women are lovely…take Rachel here. Never mind, I’ll be taking her later.”
The crowd responds with laughs and whistles. Gold needs to quiet the crowd so he can get through this promo.
“Okay, okay, okay, gang, hang on a second. I have a camera here, I need to address something real fast. Tony Edison, allow me to be the first to welcome you home. I know what that can be like – that’s why when friends of mine back here in Youngstown invited me to spend the holiday weekend, I jumped at the chance. See, what you might not know is that this is where I starred as the Youngstown State quarterback, where I led my team to two bowl wins, raised millions of dollars for the college before I got into professional wrestling.
“So I welcome you home, and I hope you’re having a good time back in Scranton – it’s a nice place, I must admit. You and your partner there, Eric Loomis…I gotta tell ya, the Uproars…that is a great name for a tag team. And you list of titles that you’ve held, very impressive.
“Hey look, I love to have fun…hell, I’m spending my Friday night in my old college hang, I’m drinking good beer, and I have a beautiful blonde on my arm. This is the start of the holidays, a time of joy, a time to enjoy yourself, to have some fun. So yeah, I could go out there and we could have a great battle, a great technical wrestling match. I got no problem with that whatsoever.
“But, to paraphrase the great Frank Sinatra, then you go and screw it up by saying something stupid like “I’m a Gunnar Hughes guy.” Well, whoop-de-freakin-doo for you. You’re a Gunny Hughes tag-a-long, you seem to have no problem that the man wearing the WBSW title is a low-life, a scuzball, a worthless, crooked little thug who should be rotting away somewhere in a jailcell. A man who needed a cheap shot, a sucker punch, a cheaters move, a losers away, a shortcut just to get the better of me.
“Look Tony, Gunny at this point can’t even fool himself into believing he can beat me in a straight-up match, so if you want to put your money on a losing horse, cool by me…that’s your choice. It’s stupid, but that’s cool, free country and all of that. But by announcing yourself as a Gunny geek, you put the target right in the middle of your forehead, and that’s where I’m gonna plant the Kickoff boot Saturday night when I knock your fool head right off.
“So welcome home, and good luck. And hey, best of luck to Eric as well…I’d love to see him wipe the floor with the Gunny-boy. And I tell ya what, after I beat you and make you see the error of your ways, we will leave The Pavilion, we will hit all the best watering holes in Villanova, and we will burn the town down my friend…see ya Saturday night.”
A large crowd is hanging around near the center of the place, and with good reason – one of YSU’s favorite sons in home. “Stunning” Steven Gold is in the house, and he’s buying rounds for anyone around. The camera turns to the OWA Inter-Global Champion, who is holding a Heineken in one hand and a rather buxom-looking blonde co-ed in the other (so to speak).
“It’s always nice to go to a comfortable surrounding where the fans are friendly and the women are lovely…take Rachel here. Never mind, I’ll be taking her later.”
The crowd responds with laughs and whistles. Gold needs to quiet the crowd so he can get through this promo.
“Okay, okay, okay, gang, hang on a second. I have a camera here, I need to address something real fast. Tony Edison, allow me to be the first to welcome you home. I know what that can be like – that’s why when friends of mine back here in Youngstown invited me to spend the holiday weekend, I jumped at the chance. See, what you might not know is that this is where I starred as the Youngstown State quarterback, where I led my team to two bowl wins, raised millions of dollars for the college before I got into professional wrestling.
“So I welcome you home, and I hope you’re having a good time back in Scranton – it’s a nice place, I must admit. You and your partner there, Eric Loomis…I gotta tell ya, the Uproars…that is a great name for a tag team. And you list of titles that you’ve held, very impressive.
“Hey look, I love to have fun…hell, I’m spending my Friday night in my old college hang, I’m drinking good beer, and I have a beautiful blonde on my arm. This is the start of the holidays, a time of joy, a time to enjoy yourself, to have some fun. So yeah, I could go out there and we could have a great battle, a great technical wrestling match. I got no problem with that whatsoever.
“But, to paraphrase the great Frank Sinatra, then you go and screw it up by saying something stupid like “I’m a Gunnar Hughes guy.” Well, whoop-de-freakin-doo for you. You’re a Gunny Hughes tag-a-long, you seem to have no problem that the man wearing the WBSW title is a low-life, a scuzball, a worthless, crooked little thug who should be rotting away somewhere in a jailcell. A man who needed a cheap shot, a sucker punch, a cheaters move, a losers away, a shortcut just to get the better of me.
“Look Tony, Gunny at this point can’t even fool himself into believing he can beat me in a straight-up match, so if you want to put your money on a losing horse, cool by me…that’s your choice. It’s stupid, but that’s cool, free country and all of that. But by announcing yourself as a Gunny geek, you put the target right in the middle of your forehead, and that’s where I’m gonna plant the Kickoff boot Saturday night when I knock your fool head right off.
“So welcome home, and good luck. And hey, best of luck to Eric as well…I’d love to see him wipe the floor with the Gunny-boy. And I tell ya what, after I beat you and make you see the error of your ways, we will leave The Pavilion, we will hit all the best watering holes in Villanova, and we will burn the town down my friend…see ya Saturday night.”