Post by stevengold78 on Nov 27, 2012 20:05:21 GMT -5
OCC: Alex Morgan appears with permission of his handler...
It's moments after the show at Villanova, and "Stunning" Steven Gold is on his way out of the arena, his gear bag over one shoulder, a huge smile on his face.
Unlike the times he's been seen in recent weeks, Mr. Gold looks a little sharper dressed...silk suit, leather shoes, a very expensive looking gold watch. This isn't the same "Stunning" Steven Gold that rolled into the WBSW a few weeks ago.
He pulls his cell phone from his pocket, punches a few buttons....
Gold: "Yeah, Marty, I'm ready...bring the car around to the main dock area. Great, see you in a few minutes."
Across the backstage area, Alex Morgan is seen heading to the parking area, a briefcase in his hand...he spots Gold...
Morgan: "HEY GOLD....HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!!
Gold: Hey Gold? What, I'm not Steven to this guy anymore? What the hell is this all about?"
As Morgan approaches, it's pretty clear from the look on his face that he is not terribly happy with one of his main stars and the OWA InterGlobal Heavyweight champion. In an angry gesture, he tosses the briefcase onto a stack of gear boxes and gets nose to nose with Gold.
Morgan: "Just what the hell do you think you were doing out there tonight?"
Gold: "Ummm...well, beating Tony Edison in what I think was a pretty good match? Is that what you mean?"
Morgan: "Funny...why did you attack Gunner Hughes?"
Gold: "Oh yeah, that...well, what can I say, other than the greasy little street punk had a slap to the back of his head coming to him, and I figured who better than me to give it to him."
Morgan: "Look Mister, you are about one wrong word from a suspension for that move tonight. You two wanna fight this out, you want to settle this, do it the way it's supposed to be done...in the damn ring."
Gold: "Hey, I've got no problem with that plan, but you're the one who can make it happen. I know you've gotten the paperwork for my end of the deal from Vicki Frost...just work out the contract with Hughes. I've offered to put the InterGlobal title on the line, so order your champion to match that and put the WBSW title on the line."
Morgan: "Well that's all well and good friend, but right now, you might have a bigger problem. You got little to no positive reaction with the win over Tony, and they were openly hating you after attacking the champ."
Gold: "Yeah, well, I heard the boos, and as I was walking away and pulling pieces of the punk's hair off my title belt, I came to one decision -- I don't give a fat rats ass what these people think of me. They want to cheer me, fine...they want to boo me, fine...I am here to win titles, make money, and you are the man to clear that path for me.
"You know damn well that this match is gonna be a big fight and bring in big money. You know we're gonna sell out whatever arena we go to. Hell, I'd go so far as to put money down to say that of we did this on pay-per-view, it'd make the money collossal. Even that greaser Hughes will get rich off this show."
Morgan: "Slow down hot shot...stuff like PPV isn't in our grasps right now. Remember, this is a small company, and we can't afford to go there right now."
Gold: "Extreme Impact Worldwide can do it for you...well, actually, with you."
Gold pulls a business card from his pocket and hands it to Morgan, who looks at it with wide eyes...the card simply states...Extreme Impact Worldwide, Adrian Slayer, President
Morgan: "Wait one second...Extreme Impact is one of the largest wrestling promotional companies in the world. Are you under contract with them?"
Gold: "Better than that Mr. Morgan. I am a junior partner with EIW. I have an office in the EIW building in Seattle, and a direct line Adrian Slayer."
Morgan: "Adrian Slayer...as in "The Extreme" Adrian Slayer, the 12-time world heavyweight champion?" You are one of his partners?"
Gold: "That's right, and as soon as you are ready to take this place and make it a little more profitable, we'll be ready to talk. As for now, I'm going in search of the makings of an Extreme Impact stable right here in the WBSW...I'll be looking to get a tag team that's already here under contract, and I'm promising huge signing bonus to whoever wants to come on board.
Oh, and I have a friend on the way to join me here. Big guy, great wrestler, and someone who is familiar with Mr. Hughes, because they come from the same little town in Oregon."
Morgan gets a look on his face like the whole things sounds a little ridiculous, but that looks disappears when the two men hear the sound of a car horn...they turn to see a black stretch limo pull up outside the doors...
Gold: "Well, my ride is here, so gotta go. Oh, and by the way, I'm no longer living in Scranton....sold the RV for a tidy little profit. I've moved into a suite at the Philadelphia Hilton. I'll be living there and doing EIW work from there. Come by some time, I'll buy ya a drink."
Gold grabs his bag and steps out of the building, then loads into the limo. Morgan can only watch as he sees the car pull away....
Morgan: "I think I could use that drink right now."
It's moments after the show at Villanova, and "Stunning" Steven Gold is on his way out of the arena, his gear bag over one shoulder, a huge smile on his face.
Unlike the times he's been seen in recent weeks, Mr. Gold looks a little sharper dressed...silk suit, leather shoes, a very expensive looking gold watch. This isn't the same "Stunning" Steven Gold that rolled into the WBSW a few weeks ago.
He pulls his cell phone from his pocket, punches a few buttons....
Gold: "Yeah, Marty, I'm ready...bring the car around to the main dock area. Great, see you in a few minutes."
Across the backstage area, Alex Morgan is seen heading to the parking area, a briefcase in his hand...he spots Gold...
Morgan: "HEY GOLD....HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!!
Gold: Hey Gold? What, I'm not Steven to this guy anymore? What the hell is this all about?"
As Morgan approaches, it's pretty clear from the look on his face that he is not terribly happy with one of his main stars and the OWA InterGlobal Heavyweight champion. In an angry gesture, he tosses the briefcase onto a stack of gear boxes and gets nose to nose with Gold.
Morgan: "Just what the hell do you think you were doing out there tonight?"
Gold: "Ummm...well, beating Tony Edison in what I think was a pretty good match? Is that what you mean?"
Morgan: "Funny...why did you attack Gunner Hughes?"
Gold: "Oh yeah, that...well, what can I say, other than the greasy little street punk had a slap to the back of his head coming to him, and I figured who better than me to give it to him."
Morgan: "Look Mister, you are about one wrong word from a suspension for that move tonight. You two wanna fight this out, you want to settle this, do it the way it's supposed to be done...in the damn ring."
Gold: "Hey, I've got no problem with that plan, but you're the one who can make it happen. I know you've gotten the paperwork for my end of the deal from Vicki Frost...just work out the contract with Hughes. I've offered to put the InterGlobal title on the line, so order your champion to match that and put the WBSW title on the line."
Morgan: "Well that's all well and good friend, but right now, you might have a bigger problem. You got little to no positive reaction with the win over Tony, and they were openly hating you after attacking the champ."
Gold: "Yeah, well, I heard the boos, and as I was walking away and pulling pieces of the punk's hair off my title belt, I came to one decision -- I don't give a fat rats ass what these people think of me. They want to cheer me, fine...they want to boo me, fine...I am here to win titles, make money, and you are the man to clear that path for me.
"You know damn well that this match is gonna be a big fight and bring in big money. You know we're gonna sell out whatever arena we go to. Hell, I'd go so far as to put money down to say that of we did this on pay-per-view, it'd make the money collossal. Even that greaser Hughes will get rich off this show."
Morgan: "Slow down hot shot...stuff like PPV isn't in our grasps right now. Remember, this is a small company, and we can't afford to go there right now."
Gold: "Extreme Impact Worldwide can do it for you...well, actually, with you."
Gold pulls a business card from his pocket and hands it to Morgan, who looks at it with wide eyes...the card simply states...Extreme Impact Worldwide, Adrian Slayer, President
Morgan: "Wait one second...Extreme Impact is one of the largest wrestling promotional companies in the world. Are you under contract with them?"
Gold: "Better than that Mr. Morgan. I am a junior partner with EIW. I have an office in the EIW building in Seattle, and a direct line Adrian Slayer."
Morgan: "Adrian Slayer...as in "The Extreme" Adrian Slayer, the 12-time world heavyweight champion?" You are one of his partners?"
Gold: "That's right, and as soon as you are ready to take this place and make it a little more profitable, we'll be ready to talk. As for now, I'm going in search of the makings of an Extreme Impact stable right here in the WBSW...I'll be looking to get a tag team that's already here under contract, and I'm promising huge signing bonus to whoever wants to come on board.
Oh, and I have a friend on the way to join me here. Big guy, great wrestler, and someone who is familiar with Mr. Hughes, because they come from the same little town in Oregon."
Morgan gets a look on his face like the whole things sounds a little ridiculous, but that looks disappears when the two men hear the sound of a car horn...they turn to see a black stretch limo pull up outside the doors...
Gold: "Well, my ride is here, so gotta go. Oh, and by the way, I'm no longer living in Scranton....sold the RV for a tidy little profit. I've moved into a suite at the Philadelphia Hilton. I'll be living there and doing EIW work from there. Come by some time, I'll buy ya a drink."
Gold grabs his bag and steps out of the building, then loads into the limo. Morgan can only watch as he sees the car pull away....
Morgan: "I think I could use that drink right now."