Post by Brad Windsor on Feb 17, 2012 14:46:07 GMT -5
Early through the show, on the first few minutes of the explosive Dawn of Destruction pay-per-view, a segment begins with Kahlan’s face grinning inches away from the lens. She is obviously holding the camera by its front. The fans inside the arena go wild with cheering as soon as they witness the scene via the Tron. Extending the time lapse where the wicked expression simply leers into the camera, the blue haired enigma at last pulls away to straighten up. The move drops the camera back into the possession of its rightful owner, the unknown cameraman. Considering that a few nights ago this chick had took a fall from forty feet above the ground just to be then Choke-Slammed directly through the actual wrestling ring, she looks in pretty good shape.
“If you want to see some action then I suggest you follow me junior.” With her finger beckoning Kahlan puts emphasis on her sentence, before she turns away and starts walking down the corridor backstage. Obediently the camera starts to follow in her steps. Amid the march past random people and equipment required to run a wrestling television programme, every now and again the scene lewdly drops to the Ladder Queen’s lower body as she meanders her way forward. The tight, cute rump seems to have thrown the camera boy completely into a dreamy realm for when the legs stop moving the magnification gets bigger without any zooming. Suddenly the view takes a knock as the lens bumps into the standstill figure. The scene gets readjusted clumsily, just in time to catch Kahlan looking over her shoulder to wink. With her nodding towards the door they’re stood in front of she reaches out and swings it open.
Inside, Grimey C.Whiskey the current, most recent general manager of TNT is standing with hands in trouser pockets. He is suspiciously looking upward at the ceiling, but when he hears the door open he turns to regard the intruder. His expression remains unreadable as Kahlan walks in.
“GRIMEY!” Kahlan’s sweet voice rings around as she stomps forward and throws her arms around the man. The tight hug dishevels Whiskey’s prior composed stance but otherwise he stays rooted in his spot. Kahlan squeezes the GM for another ten to twenty seconds before letting go. Her more than friendly smile lingers for a few seconds longer than a genuine facial feature. “Grimey, I've come all this way to congratulate you on your success!” The affectionate voice however is as honest as one can sound.
“A job well did sir! It wasn’t easy taking over a deteriorated, uninteresting, on-the-brink –of-bankruptcy-company from that fool Smarky and make it profitable again. But you did it! Allow me to congratulate you on that accomplishment. That is beside the fact that this last pay-per-view, DOD was indeed a phenomenal success. You sir strike me as a man of vision, and I know you want to build on this success. When Smarky was running things, he had the Jake Diamond and the Hayden Hardkore. Yet, he still somehow managed to fail miserably at producing a watchable show. Today you don’t have them. Indeed you don’t have MANY with that sort of calibre. What you do have is a crop of young and upcoming talent trying desperately to break through their proverbial glass ceilings and make a name for themselves in the business instead… But worry not because I’m back babe.” Kahlan’s sly grin of minutes ago returns.
“I bring to you the word of the fans, the people who pay your salary as well as everyone else who work here. They talk to me, they tell of the things they wish to come true. After all this is no secret, everyone knows about this. I am their messiah. Consider me as your prophet on this case Grimey. They tell me they want to see change. Please don’t take this the wrong way, what you’re doing is excellent, what I mean is, what THEY mean is that they want a GHW World Championship change. Now what you need to do is to answer the fans’ call. Respond to their pleas. To do that and be successful, you need to name ME the number one contender for the GHW title. Do you see the genius behind this?! By naming the Cutting Enigma as the number one contender you’re GAURANTEED a title change of hands. How great is this? You’re about to give the fans the only individual with the most charismatic showmanship and unbeatable wrestling skills WITH A PAIR OF TITS!”
Kahlan’s head drops to her perched out bosom before her eyes come back up to regard Grimey with the return of her grin. She roughly pats the man on the shoulder. “’KAY MATE?”
TBCB Grimey
“If you want to see some action then I suggest you follow me junior.” With her finger beckoning Kahlan puts emphasis on her sentence, before she turns away and starts walking down the corridor backstage. Obediently the camera starts to follow in her steps. Amid the march past random people and equipment required to run a wrestling television programme, every now and again the scene lewdly drops to the Ladder Queen’s lower body as she meanders her way forward. The tight, cute rump seems to have thrown the camera boy completely into a dreamy realm for when the legs stop moving the magnification gets bigger without any zooming. Suddenly the view takes a knock as the lens bumps into the standstill figure. The scene gets readjusted clumsily, just in time to catch Kahlan looking over her shoulder to wink. With her nodding towards the door they’re stood in front of she reaches out and swings it open.
Inside, Grimey C.Whiskey the current, most recent general manager of TNT is standing with hands in trouser pockets. He is suspiciously looking upward at the ceiling, but when he hears the door open he turns to regard the intruder. His expression remains unreadable as Kahlan walks in.
“GRIMEY!” Kahlan’s sweet voice rings around as she stomps forward and throws her arms around the man. The tight hug dishevels Whiskey’s prior composed stance but otherwise he stays rooted in his spot. Kahlan squeezes the GM for another ten to twenty seconds before letting go. Her more than friendly smile lingers for a few seconds longer than a genuine facial feature. “Grimey, I've come all this way to congratulate you on your success!” The affectionate voice however is as honest as one can sound.
“A job well did sir! It wasn’t easy taking over a deteriorated, uninteresting, on-the-brink –of-bankruptcy-company from that fool Smarky and make it profitable again. But you did it! Allow me to congratulate you on that accomplishment. That is beside the fact that this last pay-per-view, DOD was indeed a phenomenal success. You sir strike me as a man of vision, and I know you want to build on this success. When Smarky was running things, he had the Jake Diamond and the Hayden Hardkore. Yet, he still somehow managed to fail miserably at producing a watchable show. Today you don’t have them. Indeed you don’t have MANY with that sort of calibre. What you do have is a crop of young and upcoming talent trying desperately to break through their proverbial glass ceilings and make a name for themselves in the business instead… But worry not because I’m back babe.” Kahlan’s sly grin of minutes ago returns.
“I bring to you the word of the fans, the people who pay your salary as well as everyone else who work here. They talk to me, they tell of the things they wish to come true. After all this is no secret, everyone knows about this. I am their messiah. Consider me as your prophet on this case Grimey. They tell me they want to see change. Please don’t take this the wrong way, what you’re doing is excellent, what I mean is, what THEY mean is that they want a GHW World Championship change. Now what you need to do is to answer the fans’ call. Respond to their pleas. To do that and be successful, you need to name ME the number one contender for the GHW title. Do you see the genius behind this?! By naming the Cutting Enigma as the number one contender you’re GAURANTEED a title change of hands. How great is this? You’re about to give the fans the only individual with the most charismatic showmanship and unbeatable wrestling skills WITH A PAIR OF TITS!”
Kahlan’s head drops to her perched out bosom before her eyes come back up to regard Grimey with the return of her grin. She roughly pats the man on the shoulder. “’KAY MATE?”
TBCB Grimey