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| From one HOF to another.; Thaddius.. and Hart? | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 10 2011, 12:03 PM (35 Views) | |
| tadpeters | Feb 10 2011, 12:03 PM Post #1 |
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Scene opens up, and boy has it been a long time since I typed that in these forums. It's Thaddius' large office, the red carpet that leads to the desk, the giant, oak desk, bookshelves, candles, high ceiling and big chair. The whole nine yards just like Thaddius has always wanted. Thad has a half-cocked smile on his face tonight while the camera is trained on him. In between the fingers of his left hand is a cigar, the smoke spiraling up into the air as he begins to speak to the camera for his camera-time. "The past year and a half has been an interesting one to say the least. You have to look at it from MY standpoint, alright? Where the year of 2008-2009 was dominated by the factions of the Dead Zone and Team THAD, 2010 was not. We were still around, but the 2010 year sealed the deal for those two giant structures and they have not been found since. The Dead Zone retreated back to their crypt where they've been presumabely hiding for all this time, and Team THAD went its seperate ways, although...." Camera pans around the room, showing Justin Rom playing with an iphone, Todd Sands leaning against the wall, arms crossed, Kris Taylor sitting in a chair across from the desk with a smirk on his face and Dan Shoryu with an eyebrow raised, a cigar almost popping out the side of his mouth as well. "While it may look like it on public television, I can assure you that I, Thaddius, have always got a contigent here in the RCWF. It's my company, so it all makes sense, right? I've always got someone to back me up, and with that said, the question isn't who, it's how many. Team THAD may not be on-screen, but we're letting Gregg Martin and his Corporation handle the dirty business for a while. As a businessman, I can understand when to play the field. So this brings me to the point of my interview tonight..." A knock at the door and someone in leather jacket, big pink glasses and long, stringy, wet hair comes walking in. He walks straight over to Thad's desk and looks at him with that classic smirk. "Nate, it seems you have attracted the interest of a special someone who has decided to once again sign a long-term contract with the RCWF. As these hip kids like to say nowerdays, "don't get it twisted" because Bret "Hitman" Hart is one of the most decorated performers in all of RCWF's history. We didn't just decide to bring him back just because he's featured on SVR11, after all. Justin Rom: "God dangit Thad, you broke the wall again." Thaddius looks over at Rom and just stares at him. Rom lowers his head and goes back to his iphone. "It seems as though, Nate, you might think you are finished dealing with this man, but I can tell you from personal experience that Oliver never lets things die. He will keep coming after you until there is that one final deciding match that ends it all. After all, me and Hart have definitely had battles of our own throughout the RCWF timeline, isn't that right?" Hart turns to the camera, glasses still over his eyes. He sticks his hands into his pockets and casually begins. "Y'know, I thought hell had frozen over when Thad called me and wanted to know if I wanted to return to the RCWF. When that phone rang, I was like you, Nate. I know what it's like to be blacklisted out of your own fed. To be fired without notice. You think you've had it rough for just one time? Try five! Five times I've been thrown out of his organization. Be glad that you get to deal with Thaddius now, when we're all older. Because back in the early days, instead of beating you down with whoever he has aligned with him, he'd just fire you." Thad smirks a bit, puffing on his cigar. The rest of the room is in silence, listening to what the iconic Bret Hart has to say, not for his achievements in the WWE or WCW, but just for what he stands for in the RCWF fantasy world alone. "I told him yes, because I've had an itch to return to the ring. I've had an itch to come back and show all these new kids what it's like to be the Hitman. They have probably read all about me on RCWF.INFO and learned about my past, but it's time for everyone to see the true Bret Hart return to the RCWF and give it another shot. Another shot for the World Championship? A title belt I've held more than anybody else in RCWF history." Thaddius coughs a bit. "Other than this prick." Thad pats Hart on the shoulder, smiling, allowing him to continue. "So that brings me to you, Nathan Moore. You seem to be all about calling yourself 'the greatest.' You must really think you are the best thing since sliced bread, huh? You prance around like your Shawn Michaels' son playing your own trumpet about all the great things you've done here. Well, let me enlighten you bud. The RCWF was in existence nine years before the NGPW was even started and you ever came here, and I was wrestling while you were still wearing diapers. I was winning World Titles four years before your dad even decided to take wrestling up as a career, so don't give me any of that INDUSTRY crap, Moore. If you are trying to find an 'INDUSTRY' of the RCWF, then you are looking at him." Hart casually takes his hands out of his pockets and crosses his arms over his leather jacket. "Don't think this is over, Nate, because I don't just let things go. You seem to have a big inspiration from Shawn Michaels, and that's where I start to dislike you. I think, in my eyes, you are nothing but a rookie to me. You were johnny-on-the-spot when the RCWF needed you and you were the pet project those years for success. It's about time you backed up your claims and put your money where your mouth is." Hart acts like he's finished, but then turns back to the camera, staring at it through those Hart glasses. "Because I'm the best there is... The best there was... And the best there ever will be. And I'm telling Thaddius to reinstate you to a wrestling contract, because I'm coming after you, rookie." Thad rubs his hands together, grinning. He pats Hart on the shoulder and looks at the camera. "Nothing personal, Nate.. You know I've always thought of you as another son, but money talks and bullshit walks. I hope you're not too rusty!" |
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