Hello?
Joe you joined ASW to? What are the odds?
Alyasis? Damn it's been a long time.
That it has. When did you find out about it?
GI has been trying to get me to sign up for weeks.
He is there too? It's like an ICW reunion or some shit.
It is, isn't it. Have they given us matches yet?
Yeah, but I have no clue who you're fighting.
I'll probably have to find out on my own. Or get a call from President Rose.
Joe gets a buzz on his cell phone.
Hang on I have another call.
Ironically enough, it is another of Joe's friends, whom before he had hired as a cameraman and most recently, his agent, Josh.
Joe I just got off the phone with your brother.
He told you, didn't he?
Yes he did, I think you're going to need a personal cameraman again, are you not?
Yes, but right now I just want to know who I'm fighting.
GI told me. He said it was Fat Boy Sampson.
Joe laughs.
I couldn't make this shit up if I wanted to.
Well that's interesting.
Normally I'd ask if you wanted to meet at the old ICW offices but you sold them, didn't you?
Yup, the last of ICW is now erased from the surface of the earth.
Joe lets out a deep sigh.
It had to happen sooner or later.
So do you want to meet somewhere and talk about this guy or what?
I say we get the gang together and throw a little party. You know, Alyasis, Eric, Jeremy, all of their friends....just bring as many people as we can and celebrate what is going on in all our lives. Later tonight or tomorrow.
Well I'm coming over there...shouldn't take me more than 10 minutes. By the way, New Age Wrestling interviewed Judgement, they want one with you. An article on the both of you is being compiled, it even includes your little fued.
I remember that.
Joe rubs his neck and winces.
Boy do I remember that. Speaking of Judgement, he's on the phone with me right now, so I need to let you go.
Okay see you in 10 minutes.
Joe hits a button and then is back talking to Judgement.
You still there?
I'm here. Who was it?
Josh. I have a match with Fat Boy Sampson.
Seriously?
Yes. And Josh will be over here in 10 minutes for a quick promo so I need to let you go. We're planning on getting everyone together for a party or something today or tomorrow.
That's cool. I'll talk to you in West Virginia.
They hang up and Joe waits for Josh. About fifteen minutes later, Josh has arrived and has a camera set up. He hits record to film a short video to his opponent, and all of ASW.
All Star Wrestling huh? Perfect. While none of the people on this roster outside of a few may be stars, I know that the name of this fed is absolutely perfect for The Cool One. I am a star. I am a hall of famer. I am a legend. At thirty years of age I'm still considered to be in my prime. I've done what most can only DREAM of. Most people that fight me, they do dream of greatness and unfortunately for them, dreams don't come true. Hang on to that dream, because it's all some of you will ever have. For people like me, dreams do come true. I'm walking, talking proof of that. Yet I still crave more. I love the feel of victory. Which is why I'm going ahead and giving the World Heavyweight Champion due notice. You had better hang onto that belt while you can. I realize I have to work with the system and earn my way up to it, dispite my legendary status, but I will get up there, and when that time comes, the ASW World Heavyweight Champion will be Joe Cool.
My opponent this week is a huge huge larger than life man known as Fat Boy Sampson. My only problem in this match will be hernia that comes with trying to lift him up for my Solitaire Unraveling. I may just have to make him tap out. Some of you should hope I get a hernia, perhaps it will keep me from taking you on. I see no person on this roster that looks to be an obsticle, save my brother GI, or my best friend Judgement. GI seems to have the same attitude, and while I personally think he may be in over his head with some of you, he seems confident in himself. He's young, he's ready to make a bigger mark. Me, I've done almost everything I've wanted to.
So back to Fat Boy. When I heard his name I thought it was a joke. Maybe they didn't actually find me an opponent. There's no guy on this roster that calls himself Fat Boy Sampson, right? Lo and behold, there is. And he's fat. There's not much I can say about him. He really isn't worth the time and effort it's going to take to fly to the arena in West Virginia. He really isn't. But nonetheless Fat Boy, I'm going to go there, I'm going to make quick work of you. But hey, I'm not telling you anything, that you don't already know.