Post by Gunner Hughes on Apr 26, 2013 22:33:04 GMT -5
The scene opens up and we see the NAW Champion Gunner Hughes leaning back in a large wooden throne-type chair in the middle of a darkened room. He’s dressed in his usual street attire, but he also has a golden crown on his head, a large goblet in his hand, and across his lap lays the NAW Championship spread out and displayed for the camera to see. He raises the goblet to his lips and takes a drink as the camera slowly begins to zoom in and focus on him, and then when the view comes to a standstill he finally begins to speak.
Gunner: “Here I sit…on my throne….as the king of the NAW.”
He takes another drink out of the goblet.
Gunner: “I am the NAW Champion. There is no denying that fact. As much as Virgil Keenan complains about how and why that happened, this title belt is in my hands. But is this the image that people really see when they look at me? A king standing atop of his throne in the jungle that is NAW?”
Gunner removes the crown and tosses it aside, followed by the goblet.
Gunner: “Perhaps. But this is not a true image of what kind of champion I am. King of his jungle? Maybe. A leader? Not quite yet…we don’t even have a full roster to lead.”
He then lifts up the NAW Championship and leans forward, holding it up to the camera as he continues.
Gunner: “You see, there are some people in the NAW who think that wrapping this title belt around their waist is going to magically give them the qualities of a champion and instantly garner them a leader.”
He laughs and lowers the title belt back down as he leans back into his chair.
Gunner: “One man in particular, the number one contender Virgil Keenan believes that wearing this title belt will make people forget that he’s garbage who has no respect for anybody around him. Which kind of makes me wonder who he thinks he’ll actually be leading if he were to become champion? With the way he’s carried himself and acted towards our roster, does he honestly think there’s a single person in the NAW who has respect for him?”
Gunner shakes his head.
Gunner: “As much Virgil thinks it may be true….this title belt is not a crown. This title belt will not make Virgil a leader in the NAW, and it will not make anybody look up to him as a champion. Virgil is tainted. There is no amount of gold that can overshadow that. He has countlessly shown his ignorance has no boundaries. He walks into the NAW and trash talks every single person in existence with his middle school insults and then he thinks we should thank him for it? We should rejoice?”
He laughs again.
Gunner: “That’s sounds like the mentality of a damned rapist. Bend people over, disrespect them, and then tell them it’s for their own good. True Virgil Keenan style I guess. The language makes much more sense to me now.”
He leans forward and peers closely into the camera.
Gunner: “Which brings me to a very important point I need to make right now before moving any further. For all you parents who may be watching right now, consider this your disclaimer. Get your kids away from the television.”
Gunner pauses and looks down for a moment, appearing to be in thought, then he looks back up and continues on.
Gunner: “One thing I always try to maintain, is the integrity of what we do in the NAW. I recognize that the NAW has a fan base that involves young children and other people who may find certain content inappropriate or offensive so I always try to watch what I say when I’m in front of a live camera. But with the introduction of Virgil Keenan into the NAW and into this match with me at Spring Breakdown…it appears that can no longer be possible. When a grown man tells another grown man to fuck off and uses names and insults that you’d rather expect to hear from a 16 year old, it completely throws out the rule of decency in what we do. When a man consistently refers to shoving various items up people’s asses when trying to form what he considers his promos….that completely throws out the rule of decency in what we do.”
Gunner leans back in his seat, a confused look on his face, appearing to be wondering what to say next
Gunner: “For the first time in my NAW career….I’m speechless. I always knew Virgil was a little raunchier than most, but I just figured that was the only way he knew how to express himself. I mean hell, I’m from the streets myself so I know how different people talk when they’re trying to make a point. But when a grown man tells another grown man to “suck his dick” in a wrestling match?”
He shrugs.
Gunner: “I don’t even know what to say to that. Here I am ready to walk down to the ring and beat the hell out of Virgil Keenan for 30 minutes in front of all these fans….but what in the hell is Virgil planning here? Is this what they call an ironman match in Canada?”
Gunner shakes his head.
Gunner: “I sure hope not. You know, I had all these things I planned on saying to Virgil directly once that camera there started rolling….I mean it’s been such a long road to where we both are today in the NAW and this is a fight that everybody knew was coming eventually, but when a man tells you to suck his dick in a sporting competition….well, talking to him directly any further just seems kind of pointless doesn’t it? Once it gets to that point he’s proven that he’s gone way past promoting a fight and instead into a personal fantasy or something. He no longer deserves my direct attention at that point. The mask does make more sense to me now though. I’ll bet he has a matching dildo. In fact, I think he might even have mentioned it somewhere during the explanation of his fetish didn’t he? Anyway, although I don’t find a grown man asking his competitors for oral sex funny, what I do find funny is the fact Virgil has said several times that this is professional wrestling and he’s the wrestler and I’m the thug, yet he’s the one talking like he’s from the back alley. Ignorance at its finest I guess. He then talks about how bad everybody else in this company is, but yet in the same breath he uses the couple of wins he managed to muster here as a measuring stick to try to convince people he has worth. And he calls me the fraud? He’s still bragging about winning a title belt from a company that doesn’t even function anymore, and then about challenging a champion there that doesn’t even exist. How much more phony can you get than that?”
He pauses, allowing the audience to ponder the question a moment before continuing on.
Gunner: “He’s looked only at the battles that I’ve had in the ring in the NAW and then he tries to analyze the path that I took to where I am today, without even knowing the steps I’ve taken to get here. And because the steps that I did take were shorter than the ones he needed to take in order to land in the same position here in the NAW, he believes that I’ve never endured struggle. I’m a fighter. I’ve said it numerous times in my short career in the NAW. Virgil himself has also labeled me as such numerous times. Almost a year ago I walked in here and decided to see if I had what it takes to compete in the art of professional wrestling. I wrestled in high school, dabbled in boxing a little bit, but neither was really my thing at the time. I really didn’t have much time for competition back then, because every single day I was already competing for my life in the streets….trying to prevent others from violently taking what was mine. Living that way for so many years, a man eventually builds a certain skillset that he learns to use to his advantage. But it doesn’t come easy…not in the slightest. There’s never progress without struggle, and when it came to struggle I lived in a god damned skirmish from hell. I’ve had bones broken, I’ve had skin sewn shut, I’ve had teeth replaced…..all in the name of struggle. So when Virgil Keenan opens his mouth and says I’ve never struggled and wonders how I refined my skills having only been a professional wrestler for six months….he obviously has no clue of the man behind the wrestler. I never once said that I was a better wrestler than anybody in the NAW. I’ve never once said I was faster, or stronger, or even more athletic than anybody else. I don’t care if you can do a standing backflip or a run a god damned three minute mile…..my craft is fighting and I am better at it than anybody. I have never once claimed otherwise. That is no gimmick…that is real life. Virgil claims that he’s not a gimmick, but yet he walks around projecting his adolescent outlook and fetishes from behind a lucha libre mask. I sure the hell hope that’s a gimmick.”
Gunner reaches inside his jacket pocket and produces a mask, similar design to one of one of Virgil’s masks. He then holds it up to the camera as he resumes.
Gunner: “Virgil questions my character and what I choose to do in my past time, but who is he to judge anybody’s character when he don’t even know who he is himself? He’s a man who hides behind one of these masks while psychoanalyzing the world around him, afraid of what he might see if he actually looked at himself in the mirror as just a man with daddy issues instead of a false wrestling icon living amidst the bliss of his ignorance. His ignorance has held him back so much in his life that it’s taken him all this time to get to where I’ve gotten in only six months. He should be taking lessons from me instead of looking for loopholes to discredit my title run. I set a pace that he couldn’t, so if anybody should be blowing anybody….”
He stops and tosses the mask to the side, cracking a smile as he shakes his head again.
Gunner: “Well, I won’t go there. Might get the kid all excited before our match and give him the wrong idea. See, Virgil thinks that the NAW needs a leader and that he is the man who should be that leader….somebody who takes the initiative as he put it. He wants the people in the NAW to stand behind him, which sounded like a pretty bold and honorable request at the time he said it….but after the dick sucking comment I really have to question now what he meant by “behind him”. May sound like a ridiculous claim, but you have to remember that this is the same guy who called somebody a fagfuck when he first arrived here. I have no clue what a fagfuck is or where exactly Virgil has experienced one in his career, but I really don’t wish to find out and I’d imagine the people of the NAW don’t either. He may have to find somebody else to stand behind him.”
He smiles as he takes the NAW title belt from his lap and drapes it over his shoulder, allowing the camera a moment to focus on it a bit before moving on again to continue.
Gunner: “There are so many questions surrounding this match, but Virgil doesn’t seem to want to talk about the facts…only his perverted observations. He thinks that a run over a list of people who ended up being duds is what makes me proud to walk the NAW as its champion. He thinks that adding to an already padded record is what drives me to train as hard as I do and fight as hard as I do once the bell sounds. He thinks that it’s my job to inspire my opponents to get off of their asses and fight me….but he doesn’t know me. Virgil Keenan knows nothing about Gunner Hughes. Virgil Keenan knows nothing about being a champion, and neither have any of the fools who have tried to take this title from me thus for. Since when does a champion need to inspire his challenger? What does Virgil expect me to come to his locker room and lace up his boots for him before our match? Maybe give him a little pep talk to help him with the butterflies in his stomach?”
He laughs and shakes his head.
Gunner: “I don’t think so. It’s not my job to hold my opponent’s hand before our match…it’s my job to destroy him once it starts. It’s my job to uphold the sanctity of the NAW and rid its roster of the undesirables who are just wasting space. I’ve done that job for almost a half a year now and I’ve done it well. The last person who tried to screw with our company and how it operates left the NAW like a scared little kid who just got his lunch money taken by the school bully after I was through with him. So you see, much like Virgil has taken credit for.…I too have done my fair share of cleaning up the roster. Except in my case, Virgil looks it as coasting by and padding a record. He doesn’t realize that no matter how small, every jungle has a lion. And when that lion becomes king of his jungle, you don’t blame the lion…you blame the jungle.”
Gunner stands up from his seat, slowly walking towards the camera view a few steps which is zooming out as he nears. He again holds up the NAW Championship out in front of him.
Gunner: “Regardless of what anybody thinks, I have poured my heart and soul into the NAW and into this title belt. I have trained week after god damned week to be able to walk out to that ring and beat whoever the NAW puts in front of me, regardless of whether my opponents were prepared for the fight or not. I have used every bit of energy I can summon every week to represent the NAW as its champion…and I have done a damn good job of it. It might not have been as glamorous as some people like…it might not have garnered the label of the toughest streak in professional wrestling that some people are after, but what it did do it put this NAW Championship around my waist.….the king of the NAW jungle.”
He lowers the title belt and leans forward to glare into the camera as it zooms in on his face. He bores a hole in the lens with his fiery gaze.
Gunner: “So prepare yourself NAW…prepare for Gunner Hughes to lower himself to the level of Virgil Keenan and get a little vulgar. I’m going to beat some respect into that kid and then I’m going to send him away the same as he arrived……a fucking loser!”
He starts to laugh, getting a maniacal grin on his face as he continues to stare into the camera.
Gunner: “This is your disclaimer.”
Gunner pushes the camera over and it hits the ground, breaking into static before the scene fades.
Gunner: “Here I sit…on my throne….as the king of the NAW.”
He takes another drink out of the goblet.
Gunner: “I am the NAW Champion. There is no denying that fact. As much as Virgil Keenan complains about how and why that happened, this title belt is in my hands. But is this the image that people really see when they look at me? A king standing atop of his throne in the jungle that is NAW?”
Gunner removes the crown and tosses it aside, followed by the goblet.
Gunner: “Perhaps. But this is not a true image of what kind of champion I am. King of his jungle? Maybe. A leader? Not quite yet…we don’t even have a full roster to lead.”
He then lifts up the NAW Championship and leans forward, holding it up to the camera as he continues.
Gunner: “You see, there are some people in the NAW who think that wrapping this title belt around their waist is going to magically give them the qualities of a champion and instantly garner them a leader.”
He laughs and lowers the title belt back down as he leans back into his chair.
Gunner: “One man in particular, the number one contender Virgil Keenan believes that wearing this title belt will make people forget that he’s garbage who has no respect for anybody around him. Which kind of makes me wonder who he thinks he’ll actually be leading if he were to become champion? With the way he’s carried himself and acted towards our roster, does he honestly think there’s a single person in the NAW who has respect for him?”
Gunner shakes his head.
Gunner: “As much Virgil thinks it may be true….this title belt is not a crown. This title belt will not make Virgil a leader in the NAW, and it will not make anybody look up to him as a champion. Virgil is tainted. There is no amount of gold that can overshadow that. He has countlessly shown his ignorance has no boundaries. He walks into the NAW and trash talks every single person in existence with his middle school insults and then he thinks we should thank him for it? We should rejoice?”
He laughs again.
Gunner: “That’s sounds like the mentality of a damned rapist. Bend people over, disrespect them, and then tell them it’s for their own good. True Virgil Keenan style I guess. The language makes much more sense to me now.”
He leans forward and peers closely into the camera.
Gunner: “Which brings me to a very important point I need to make right now before moving any further. For all you parents who may be watching right now, consider this your disclaimer. Get your kids away from the television.”
Gunner pauses and looks down for a moment, appearing to be in thought, then he looks back up and continues on.
Gunner: “One thing I always try to maintain, is the integrity of what we do in the NAW. I recognize that the NAW has a fan base that involves young children and other people who may find certain content inappropriate or offensive so I always try to watch what I say when I’m in front of a live camera. But with the introduction of Virgil Keenan into the NAW and into this match with me at Spring Breakdown…it appears that can no longer be possible. When a grown man tells another grown man to fuck off and uses names and insults that you’d rather expect to hear from a 16 year old, it completely throws out the rule of decency in what we do. When a man consistently refers to shoving various items up people’s asses when trying to form what he considers his promos….that completely throws out the rule of decency in what we do.”
Gunner leans back in his seat, a confused look on his face, appearing to be wondering what to say next
Gunner: “For the first time in my NAW career….I’m speechless. I always knew Virgil was a little raunchier than most, but I just figured that was the only way he knew how to express himself. I mean hell, I’m from the streets myself so I know how different people talk when they’re trying to make a point. But when a grown man tells another grown man to “suck his dick” in a wrestling match?”
He shrugs.
Gunner: “I don’t even know what to say to that. Here I am ready to walk down to the ring and beat the hell out of Virgil Keenan for 30 minutes in front of all these fans….but what in the hell is Virgil planning here? Is this what they call an ironman match in Canada?”
Gunner shakes his head.
Gunner: “I sure hope not. You know, I had all these things I planned on saying to Virgil directly once that camera there started rolling….I mean it’s been such a long road to where we both are today in the NAW and this is a fight that everybody knew was coming eventually, but when a man tells you to suck his dick in a sporting competition….well, talking to him directly any further just seems kind of pointless doesn’t it? Once it gets to that point he’s proven that he’s gone way past promoting a fight and instead into a personal fantasy or something. He no longer deserves my direct attention at that point. The mask does make more sense to me now though. I’ll bet he has a matching dildo. In fact, I think he might even have mentioned it somewhere during the explanation of his fetish didn’t he? Anyway, although I don’t find a grown man asking his competitors for oral sex funny, what I do find funny is the fact Virgil has said several times that this is professional wrestling and he’s the wrestler and I’m the thug, yet he’s the one talking like he’s from the back alley. Ignorance at its finest I guess. He then talks about how bad everybody else in this company is, but yet in the same breath he uses the couple of wins he managed to muster here as a measuring stick to try to convince people he has worth. And he calls me the fraud? He’s still bragging about winning a title belt from a company that doesn’t even function anymore, and then about challenging a champion there that doesn’t even exist. How much more phony can you get than that?”
He pauses, allowing the audience to ponder the question a moment before continuing on.
Gunner: “He’s looked only at the battles that I’ve had in the ring in the NAW and then he tries to analyze the path that I took to where I am today, without even knowing the steps I’ve taken to get here. And because the steps that I did take were shorter than the ones he needed to take in order to land in the same position here in the NAW, he believes that I’ve never endured struggle. I’m a fighter. I’ve said it numerous times in my short career in the NAW. Virgil himself has also labeled me as such numerous times. Almost a year ago I walked in here and decided to see if I had what it takes to compete in the art of professional wrestling. I wrestled in high school, dabbled in boxing a little bit, but neither was really my thing at the time. I really didn’t have much time for competition back then, because every single day I was already competing for my life in the streets….trying to prevent others from violently taking what was mine. Living that way for so many years, a man eventually builds a certain skillset that he learns to use to his advantage. But it doesn’t come easy…not in the slightest. There’s never progress without struggle, and when it came to struggle I lived in a god damned skirmish from hell. I’ve had bones broken, I’ve had skin sewn shut, I’ve had teeth replaced…..all in the name of struggle. So when Virgil Keenan opens his mouth and says I’ve never struggled and wonders how I refined my skills having only been a professional wrestler for six months….he obviously has no clue of the man behind the wrestler. I never once said that I was a better wrestler than anybody in the NAW. I’ve never once said I was faster, or stronger, or even more athletic than anybody else. I don’t care if you can do a standing backflip or a run a god damned three minute mile…..my craft is fighting and I am better at it than anybody. I have never once claimed otherwise. That is no gimmick…that is real life. Virgil claims that he’s not a gimmick, but yet he walks around projecting his adolescent outlook and fetishes from behind a lucha libre mask. I sure the hell hope that’s a gimmick.”
Gunner reaches inside his jacket pocket and produces a mask, similar design to one of one of Virgil’s masks. He then holds it up to the camera as he resumes.
Gunner: “Virgil questions my character and what I choose to do in my past time, but who is he to judge anybody’s character when he don’t even know who he is himself? He’s a man who hides behind one of these masks while psychoanalyzing the world around him, afraid of what he might see if he actually looked at himself in the mirror as just a man with daddy issues instead of a false wrestling icon living amidst the bliss of his ignorance. His ignorance has held him back so much in his life that it’s taken him all this time to get to where I’ve gotten in only six months. He should be taking lessons from me instead of looking for loopholes to discredit my title run. I set a pace that he couldn’t, so if anybody should be blowing anybody….”
He stops and tosses the mask to the side, cracking a smile as he shakes his head again.
Gunner: “Well, I won’t go there. Might get the kid all excited before our match and give him the wrong idea. See, Virgil thinks that the NAW needs a leader and that he is the man who should be that leader….somebody who takes the initiative as he put it. He wants the people in the NAW to stand behind him, which sounded like a pretty bold and honorable request at the time he said it….but after the dick sucking comment I really have to question now what he meant by “behind him”. May sound like a ridiculous claim, but you have to remember that this is the same guy who called somebody a fagfuck when he first arrived here. I have no clue what a fagfuck is or where exactly Virgil has experienced one in his career, but I really don’t wish to find out and I’d imagine the people of the NAW don’t either. He may have to find somebody else to stand behind him.”
He smiles as he takes the NAW title belt from his lap and drapes it over his shoulder, allowing the camera a moment to focus on it a bit before moving on again to continue.
Gunner: “There are so many questions surrounding this match, but Virgil doesn’t seem to want to talk about the facts…only his perverted observations. He thinks that a run over a list of people who ended up being duds is what makes me proud to walk the NAW as its champion. He thinks that adding to an already padded record is what drives me to train as hard as I do and fight as hard as I do once the bell sounds. He thinks that it’s my job to inspire my opponents to get off of their asses and fight me….but he doesn’t know me. Virgil Keenan knows nothing about Gunner Hughes. Virgil Keenan knows nothing about being a champion, and neither have any of the fools who have tried to take this title from me thus for. Since when does a champion need to inspire his challenger? What does Virgil expect me to come to his locker room and lace up his boots for him before our match? Maybe give him a little pep talk to help him with the butterflies in his stomach?”
He laughs and shakes his head.
Gunner: “I don’t think so. It’s not my job to hold my opponent’s hand before our match…it’s my job to destroy him once it starts. It’s my job to uphold the sanctity of the NAW and rid its roster of the undesirables who are just wasting space. I’ve done that job for almost a half a year now and I’ve done it well. The last person who tried to screw with our company and how it operates left the NAW like a scared little kid who just got his lunch money taken by the school bully after I was through with him. So you see, much like Virgil has taken credit for.…I too have done my fair share of cleaning up the roster. Except in my case, Virgil looks it as coasting by and padding a record. He doesn’t realize that no matter how small, every jungle has a lion. And when that lion becomes king of his jungle, you don’t blame the lion…you blame the jungle.”
Gunner stands up from his seat, slowly walking towards the camera view a few steps which is zooming out as he nears. He again holds up the NAW Championship out in front of him.
Gunner: “Regardless of what anybody thinks, I have poured my heart and soul into the NAW and into this title belt. I have trained week after god damned week to be able to walk out to that ring and beat whoever the NAW puts in front of me, regardless of whether my opponents were prepared for the fight or not. I have used every bit of energy I can summon every week to represent the NAW as its champion…and I have done a damn good job of it. It might not have been as glamorous as some people like…it might not have garnered the label of the toughest streak in professional wrestling that some people are after, but what it did do it put this NAW Championship around my waist.….the king of the NAW jungle.”
He lowers the title belt and leans forward to glare into the camera as it zooms in on his face. He bores a hole in the lens with his fiery gaze.
Gunner: “So prepare yourself NAW…prepare for Gunner Hughes to lower himself to the level of Virgil Keenan and get a little vulgar. I’m going to beat some respect into that kid and then I’m going to send him away the same as he arrived……a fucking loser!”
He starts to laugh, getting a maniacal grin on his face as he continues to stare into the camera.
Gunner: “This is your disclaimer.”
Gunner pushes the camera over and it hits the ground, breaking into static before the scene fades.