Post by Emi's Imaginary Friend on Jul 13, 2012 11:43:21 GMT -5
The camera fades in, treating the viewers with a pleasant landscape rich with nature. Trees gently dancing with the wind under a bright blue sky covered only by small bubbles of white clouds. As the camera pans down, we see what appears to be the entrance to some kind of public park, the wooden sign above the gates were too damaged to make out. Under these gates we see the back of John Fisherman, who appears to be entering the park. He was wearing his trademark fishing hat, a pair of cargo pants and what appeared to be some kind of hooded jacket used commonly by actual fishermen. He also happens to be carrying what appeared to be fishing equipment, including a rod and a tackle box. As the camera tries to approach him, he notices and turns around to face the camera. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses and his chin beard was tied into a short single braid. Upon looking into the camera, he let out a grin.
"Hi. I'm John Fisherman. Now I know what you're thinking. What the hell am I doing here? Well, since everyone in MPW don't seem to be concerned about their matches, I thought that I'd take this time to let you guys get to know me a little. Hey, everyone else seems to be doing it!"
John gives the camera another cheeky grin before continuing into the park. There was a hint of sarcasm in his last sentence. Anyway, the camera then fades into another scene, now following John Fisherman through the forestry of the park. They were clearly traversing further into the park. As he follows the path beneath his boots, he occasionally took a few glances back at the camera behind him.
"You know what I love in my spare time? There's nothing better than a nice fishing trip. It's what I do to unwind."
Once again the camera fades into another scene. This time, we see John Fisherman, finding a spot next to a large lake, where he is in the middle of setting up his equipment.
"This seems like a good spot. You know, most people don't see any similarities between fishing and wrestling, but I do. You see, when a fish gets hooked on the line, there's that struggle when you try to reel it in, almost like a wrestling match. Sometimes they put up a fight, but sometimes they're just too weak to resist. Either way, I always catch the fish. Get the point?"
With that said, he continues setting up his equipment. The camera then skips forward. Now his equipment is set, he has even stood up a portable fishing chair. At this point, he has already cast his line into the water and rested it on the ground. All that's left to do is wait for one to take the bait. As he waits, John is holding a can of beer in his hand.
"What's that?"
One of the cameramen behind the camera whispers something to him.
"Oh, Jasmine? No. After what Kurt said about her, she prefers to stay off camera until our match this Monday. She's quite sensitive when it comes to people talking about her appearance. She is a mystery though. Good luck trying to crack Ms. Biguns open. Even I don't know whether she's single or not!" *laughs* "She's not the type of woman who spares time for pleasantries. Not like me. I like a good night out as much as the next guy. I'm starting to ramble a little bit now. Sorry, I think I'm gonna have to move. We're not getting any nibbles here."
As John sits up to pack up his things once again, the camera again fades into another scene, this time with John walking further through the park, occasionally looking back to the camera following him from behind.
"Look, I'm not saying that it's a bad thing. She's a very talented manager. She's even managed champions in her time. That's why she chose me as her newest client. She knows that it's only a matter of time before I climb to the top of this company. Between us though, I reckon I could make it on my own as well, but let's be honest. If she offered to be your manager, would you say no?"
A sudden change of scenery fades into the camera. This time, the camera crew seem to be sitting in a small rowing boat. The camera was looking out at the foliage that surrounded the vast lake. The water was clear and still, glistening under the sunlight. On the opposite side of the boat sat John Fisherman, with his fishing rod cast into the water. At this point, his sunglasses were tucked into his jacket pocket.
"This is nice. You know, I could nap out here all day, but to be honest, I've got a few things to get off my chest. First of all, I watched your promo Kurt, and I've got to tell you the truth. You're not funny. You say those things about my manager, and you think that I'm the loser? Ms. Biguns hired me as her client for a reason. She knows that I'm going to be the next big thing, and she knows that you'll be weeping in my shadow once I'm done with you. You can tell me how awesome you are all you want, and you can tell me how great you are, you haven't stepped in the ring with someone like me yet. You're dancing in the big leagues now boy, so how about you grow some pubic hair before you start?"
John takes a sip from his beer can.
"And as for you, Mister Styles, or whatever your name is. You seem alright. You seem like the only one around here who knows what wrestling is besides me. There's just one problem. You're working in the same company as John Fisherman. Oh don't worry, you can still settle for second best, along with that little poofter Kurt, but as long as I'm here, you'll never be able to climb to the top of the mountain, because that spot is reserved for yours truly."
Rant over, John sits back and guzzles another can of beer.
"There. Glad we've reached an understanding..."
Before he could finish, his fishing reel begins rotating. Obviously he had caught something. John grabs onto the rod and starts to pull the fish in. The camera then skips forward beyond the struggle, and fades into a close shot of a perch sitting in his hands.
"How about that then? It's not too big, but it's not too small. Either way, I always catch the fish."
As John throws the fish back into the water, the camera fades out.
Later that day...
With the promo over, Ms. Jasmine Biguns, still off camera, was sitting at her desk in her office, with her client sitting on the opposite side of the desk.
"Jasmine, I said what I had to say. Why are you still mad?"
"John, I told you not to stoop to their level. This is supposed to be a wrestling show, remember?"
"Listen Jasmine, I had a lot of things to say. Heck, I don't think I've even said enough to be honest. But now I've said it, I can now relax for this upcoming match. There's nothing wrong with a little promo now and again."
"Alright John, do what you want. We still haven't even made our debut here yet. I still have faith in you. Just, next time you decide to film a promo, let me know first, okay?"
"Okay."
John was about to leave, before Ms. Biguns pulled him back.
"Oh, and John..."
"Yeah?"
"Knock that smirk off that pig Kurt's face for me, will you?"
"Hi. I'm John Fisherman. Now I know what you're thinking. What the hell am I doing here? Well, since everyone in MPW don't seem to be concerned about their matches, I thought that I'd take this time to let you guys get to know me a little. Hey, everyone else seems to be doing it!"
John gives the camera another cheeky grin before continuing into the park. There was a hint of sarcasm in his last sentence. Anyway, the camera then fades into another scene, now following John Fisherman through the forestry of the park. They were clearly traversing further into the park. As he follows the path beneath his boots, he occasionally took a few glances back at the camera behind him.
"You know what I love in my spare time? There's nothing better than a nice fishing trip. It's what I do to unwind."
Once again the camera fades into another scene. This time, we see John Fisherman, finding a spot next to a large lake, where he is in the middle of setting up his equipment.
"This seems like a good spot. You know, most people don't see any similarities between fishing and wrestling, but I do. You see, when a fish gets hooked on the line, there's that struggle when you try to reel it in, almost like a wrestling match. Sometimes they put up a fight, but sometimes they're just too weak to resist. Either way, I always catch the fish. Get the point?"
With that said, he continues setting up his equipment. The camera then skips forward. Now his equipment is set, he has even stood up a portable fishing chair. At this point, he has already cast his line into the water and rested it on the ground. All that's left to do is wait for one to take the bait. As he waits, John is holding a can of beer in his hand.
"What's that?"
One of the cameramen behind the camera whispers something to him.
"Oh, Jasmine? No. After what Kurt said about her, she prefers to stay off camera until our match this Monday. She's quite sensitive when it comes to people talking about her appearance. She is a mystery though. Good luck trying to crack Ms. Biguns open. Even I don't know whether she's single or not!" *laughs* "She's not the type of woman who spares time for pleasantries. Not like me. I like a good night out as much as the next guy. I'm starting to ramble a little bit now. Sorry, I think I'm gonna have to move. We're not getting any nibbles here."
As John sits up to pack up his things once again, the camera again fades into another scene, this time with John walking further through the park, occasionally looking back to the camera following him from behind.
"Look, I'm not saying that it's a bad thing. She's a very talented manager. She's even managed champions in her time. That's why she chose me as her newest client. She knows that it's only a matter of time before I climb to the top of this company. Between us though, I reckon I could make it on my own as well, but let's be honest. If she offered to be your manager, would you say no?"
A sudden change of scenery fades into the camera. This time, the camera crew seem to be sitting in a small rowing boat. The camera was looking out at the foliage that surrounded the vast lake. The water was clear and still, glistening under the sunlight. On the opposite side of the boat sat John Fisherman, with his fishing rod cast into the water. At this point, his sunglasses were tucked into his jacket pocket.
"This is nice. You know, I could nap out here all day, but to be honest, I've got a few things to get off my chest. First of all, I watched your promo Kurt, and I've got to tell you the truth. You're not funny. You say those things about my manager, and you think that I'm the loser? Ms. Biguns hired me as her client for a reason. She knows that I'm going to be the next big thing, and she knows that you'll be weeping in my shadow once I'm done with you. You can tell me how awesome you are all you want, and you can tell me how great you are, you haven't stepped in the ring with someone like me yet. You're dancing in the big leagues now boy, so how about you grow some pubic hair before you start?"
John takes a sip from his beer can.
"And as for you, Mister Styles, or whatever your name is. You seem alright. You seem like the only one around here who knows what wrestling is besides me. There's just one problem. You're working in the same company as John Fisherman. Oh don't worry, you can still settle for second best, along with that little poofter Kurt, but as long as I'm here, you'll never be able to climb to the top of the mountain, because that spot is reserved for yours truly."
Rant over, John sits back and guzzles another can of beer.
"There. Glad we've reached an understanding..."
Before he could finish, his fishing reel begins rotating. Obviously he had caught something. John grabs onto the rod and starts to pull the fish in. The camera then skips forward beyond the struggle, and fades into a close shot of a perch sitting in his hands.
"How about that then? It's not too big, but it's not too small. Either way, I always catch the fish."
As John throws the fish back into the water, the camera fades out.
Later that day...
With the promo over, Ms. Jasmine Biguns, still off camera, was sitting at her desk in her office, with her client sitting on the opposite side of the desk.
"Jasmine, I said what I had to say. Why are you still mad?"
"John, I told you not to stoop to their level. This is supposed to be a wrestling show, remember?"
"Listen Jasmine, I had a lot of things to say. Heck, I don't think I've even said enough to be honest. But now I've said it, I can now relax for this upcoming match. There's nothing wrong with a little promo now and again."
"Alright John, do what you want. We still haven't even made our debut here yet. I still have faith in you. Just, next time you decide to film a promo, let me know first, okay?"
"Okay."
John was about to leave, before Ms. Biguns pulled him back.
"Oh, and John..."
"Yeah?"
"Knock that smirk off that pig Kurt's face for me, will you?"
