Earning your pay (Edwards)

[dru]

*Takes place two segments after the Edwards/Thorne exchange*


The entrance the of Dru Nedermeyer plays over the PA, and the man himself steps out into the Saitama Super Arena. With mic in hand, Dru makes his way down to the ring and enters, quickly addressing the crowd soon after.

Who here enjoyed the contest between Mr. Thorne and Emil Edwards earlier, eh?

A mixed reaction is heard from the crowd. Dru continues.

Ryen Thorne is no stranger to what it takes to be a success here in Japan. His roots, much like mines, are firmly planted here in Japan. But Emil Edwards? His roots are planted in his own self deluded world. Earlier this week, Mr. Edwards crossed a line that's never, EVER supposed to be crossed. At a function held by one of out coveted talents Keith Wyle, Mr. Edwards spat the most disgusting milk shake I've ever tasted in my life, right in my face.

The crowd boos heavily.

Oh wait, it gets worse, people. Then he had the nerve to run away saying he was smarter then me.

The crowd boos even louder.

However, it seems Mr. Edwards isn't as smart as he thinks he is. Because if he was, he'd know that I'm not just a contracted wrestler in XWA. I'm also XWA's Senior Male Talent Coordinator. In simple terms, I'm to the men of XWA, what Sara Warfield is to the Diamonds. Rodolphe Gallas gives us the heads up on what's to go down at each show, and we in turn see that it's done. We ALSO, as I documented a few weeks ago with MG, have the ability to make or break matches as we see fit. You getting this, Emil? See where this is heading? You claim to be sooooooooooo smart, hawking your god awful products and talking just to here your own punk ass speak. Tonight, We're gonna see just how tough you are. Yes, you wrestled Ryen Thorne earlier. But guess what? YOUR NIGHT'S NOT OVER!

With a grin, Dru continues. The crowd roars in anticipation.

No no no. If you're getting undressed right now, put your gear back on. Cuz tonight, I'M running the show. And tonight, you're wrestling another match. This one's gonna be different though. It's gonna be an VIEWER'S HANDICAP MATCH. You, against two other men. Who these men are? I dunno. I really can't decide. So what we're gonna do is is put up a little number on the bottom of the screen...

A graphic pops up on screen.

And you, the fans get to choose between 4 men to decide who rapes Edwards tonight. Your choices?

Choice No.1, The most miserable man in wrestling, VIKRAM!!!

The crowd roars for choice No. 1.

Choice No. 2, Mr. Prime Time himself, HOGAN CHASE!

An even louder cheer is heard for choice 2.

Choice No. 3? Let me go outside of the box for this one...Hmmm...Or better still...let me look to one of Japan's finest. Edward's wanted a Japanese superstar before, so how about choice 3 be KODANASHI SAIZO!!!

The crowd comes alive at the mention of Japan's own Saizo.

And the 4th choice? OOooooooooooooooh the 4th choice. We're gonna call this one the "Mystery Choice". Who it is I won't reveal. But I will say that it's a choice that's gonna blow everyone's minds. So there you have it people. The number's on the screen. And the phone lines are open now. They'll be open for a half hour, standard text messaging rates apply. Oh and by the way Emil. I forgot to mention that I've already confirmed this with Mr. Gallas AND Mr. Blackheart. And if by any chance you decide you wanna cop out of this here match, you'll be in breach of contract. And if you do that, then I get the distinction of being able to FIRE YOUR ASS on live TV.

Not so smart after all, are we?

Dru lowers his mic.

[emil]

THE FOLLOWING ADVERT IS PROMOTED BY THE MAN WHO DEFEATED DRU NEDERMEYER!

Suddenly Emil Edwards makes his appearance with his headphone and carrying his sports bag, he looks pissed off, he gets in the ring and adresses Dru

Sorry to burst your bubble small-headed, salami-skinned, testosterone-filled twerp, but I am yet again smarter than you!

the crowd boos as Emil laughs arrogantly

Of course I assume that your dumb fat ass didn't thought of something that's called "abuse of power" What you are doing here, it's a complete and shameless abuse of power! You are forcing a honest man, a man who has done everything to save everyone from fat, diabetis, cardiovascular diseases, not being able to ride in the roller coasters and etcetera... To undergo some barbaric and undeserved punishment, for the sole fact that he ridiculed you! The mighty Duh Nedermeyer was ridiculed by me, the famous Emil Edwards!

the crowd boos as Emil taunts Dru squating in front of him

Well you say that someone will be fired, I assume that will be you Duh Nedermeyer, because right after the show in front of this whale-killers, cross-eyed, Japanese jackasses! I'll go straight to Gallas and demand that you are ceased immediatly of your charge! So say whatever you want to these Sandal-wearing, raw-fish eaters, because they will be your last words as a whatever the hell you loser are!

[gallas]

Much to Emil's surprise, Gallas' mug pops up on the Jumbotron no sooner then after he finished Via satellite. With a huge smile on his face, Gallas addresses the fans.

Unfortunately you are incorrect Mr. Edwards. 'Tis not an abuse of power at all. You see, in 'zis company, you reap what you sew. And in all honesty, I was within a pen's reach of signing you pink slip for what you had done to Monsieur Nedermeyer. I would suppose in you ignorance you failed to read 'ze part in your contract that prohibits ANY form of physical altercation with an XWA Executive unless sanctioned in 'ze ring my either myself of Madame Blackheart. Which INCLUDES 'ze spitting of milkshakes into 'ze face of 'ze man who is pretty much 'ze male in line of power behind myself and Monsieur Steel.

Gallas folds his hands together at his desk and adds...

Besides. Who do you think gave 'ze approval for 'zis idea, hmm? Or did you 'zink a poll was opened out of 'ze clear blue nowhere? You should be GREATFUL 'zat Monsieur Nedermeyer came up 'zis idea, for mines was going to be far more harsh.

I don't think Edwards even realizes he's digging himself a REAL shallow grave.

Come on now, Mike. Don't tell me you DON'T think this funny as hell.

I never said it wasn't, but still. Someone need to get in Emil's ear and tell him to zip it before he makes a bad situation for him even worse tonight. Or for the whole month even.