Post by William Saint on Apr 14, 2016 22:51:15 GMT
The newly signed Pure Amusement Wrestling roster member, William Saint, limps his way backstage post Box Office segment. Another Wicked broadcast that the near seven footer appeared on and another Wicked broadcast that the near seven footer was brutally attacked by GroundZero Wrestling 2K1. This time it wasn't just one, but two GZW2K1 Globalstars that served up the physical assault.
John Champa and Joshua Dane. "Greatness in the Flesh" and "The True Real World Champion". Together they served a severe beating to the man formerly known as The Mongrel. It was apparent that the takeover was being ushered in full speed and there was only one man that was actually standing front and center.
"Damn!"
With a huge exhale, William allowed his hulking form to fall down into a steel folding chair. Two medics that had been quietly following several steps behind him began to quickly advance upon him but were suddenly stopped by an off screen voice.
"I got'em, boys."
The medics quizzically look at one another. The camera pans back to reveal the off screen voice belonged to fellow PAW newcomer, Tapioca Joe.
"Trust me, boys, I got this covered. Mister Saint here would agree, huh?"
Through bruised squinted eyes, William peers in the direction of the medics.
"Yes, I am fine for the moment. You gentlemen have my word that I will stop by medical before I leave the arena.
The two medics are about to protest but are cut off by the reassurance of Tap and the stern expression from William. Having to be satisfied with that, the medics reluctantly turn and make their way elsewhere. William breathes heavy as Tap gives him the worse over.
"Thank you for the assistance, sir. I definitely did not the poking and prodding at this exact moment. I'm William Saint. Please excuse the seat, sir."
William extends his massive right hand which Tap clasps firmly.
"I know who you are and thank nothing of it. You've been through a helluva beatdown out there, son. I don't expect you to get up and shake my hand."
The men release hands, Tap putting his behind his back while William rests his in his lap.
"I'm Tap, short for Tapioca."
"I've heard some monikers in my day but Tapioca takes the top. I take it you're a wrestler with a ten dollar handle like that?"
"Yes, indeed. Tapioca Joe is the full name. I hope I don't offend you, but why in the hell are you continuing to take these ass whooping from those GZW folks? Don't get me wrong it's quite admirable to find someone in our sport that still believes in something honorable and willing to stand up for it, but you have no true allegiance to anyone around here especially since none of the PAW guys and gals are rushing to help you defend anything.
"No disrespect, Mister Tap, but I didn't see you coming out to battle against Mister Champa and Mister Dane either."
The aged veteran chuckles to himself as he shifts his body weight from his left leg to his right.
"No disrespect taken, Saint. I see your point clear as the day is long."
A seemingly long moment of silence is shared between the two. William rubs a rising lump forming on his bald head as Tap looks on.
"I tell you what, since I like your moxie and the fact we're both new faces around here, from this point on I got your back, Saint. I may look like an old fogie but I can hold my own in a scrap if need be."
"I deeply appreciate that, Mister Tapioca, but this may be a battle you may want to simply be an observer."
A slight frown comes across Tap's face. He folds his arms across his chest.
"Well let's start off by calling me one of three things: Tapioca Joe, Tapioca, or Tap. Drop the mister part. Next, in all my thirty plus years of doing this thing we call wrestling never once have I been an observer. It's just not in my DNA, son. Lastly, I wasn't asking if I could help or not. I'm telling you that I'm going to help. Now let's go and get you over to medical."
Not giving the big man any chance to argue, Tap moves over to help him up to his feet. Not putting up any fuss, William allows the older man to help him up.
"Thank you, Tap."
"It's only the right thing to do, son."
The newest members of Pure Amusement Wrestling slowly make their way through the winding corridors of the Pure Arena.
John Champa and Joshua Dane. "Greatness in the Flesh" and "The True Real World Champion". Together they served a severe beating to the man formerly known as The Mongrel. It was apparent that the takeover was being ushered in full speed and there was only one man that was actually standing front and center.
"Damn!"
With a huge exhale, William allowed his hulking form to fall down into a steel folding chair. Two medics that had been quietly following several steps behind him began to quickly advance upon him but were suddenly stopped by an off screen voice.
"I got'em, boys."
The medics quizzically look at one another. The camera pans back to reveal the off screen voice belonged to fellow PAW newcomer, Tapioca Joe.
"Trust me, boys, I got this covered. Mister Saint here would agree, huh?"
Through bruised squinted eyes, William peers in the direction of the medics.
"Yes, I am fine for the moment. You gentlemen have my word that I will stop by medical before I leave the arena.
The two medics are about to protest but are cut off by the reassurance of Tap and the stern expression from William. Having to be satisfied with that, the medics reluctantly turn and make their way elsewhere. William breathes heavy as Tap gives him the worse over.
"Thank you for the assistance, sir. I definitely did not the poking and prodding at this exact moment. I'm William Saint. Please excuse the seat, sir."
William extends his massive right hand which Tap clasps firmly.
"I know who you are and thank nothing of it. You've been through a helluva beatdown out there, son. I don't expect you to get up and shake my hand."
The men release hands, Tap putting his behind his back while William rests his in his lap.
"I'm Tap, short for Tapioca."
"I've heard some monikers in my day but Tapioca takes the top. I take it you're a wrestler with a ten dollar handle like that?"
"Yes, indeed. Tapioca Joe is the full name. I hope I don't offend you, but why in the hell are you continuing to take these ass whooping from those GZW folks? Don't get me wrong it's quite admirable to find someone in our sport that still believes in something honorable and willing to stand up for it, but you have no true allegiance to anyone around here especially since none of the PAW guys and gals are rushing to help you defend anything.
"No disrespect, Mister Tap, but I didn't see you coming out to battle against Mister Champa and Mister Dane either."
The aged veteran chuckles to himself as he shifts his body weight from his left leg to his right.
"No disrespect taken, Saint. I see your point clear as the day is long."
A seemingly long moment of silence is shared between the two. William rubs a rising lump forming on his bald head as Tap looks on.
"I tell you what, since I like your moxie and the fact we're both new faces around here, from this point on I got your back, Saint. I may look like an old fogie but I can hold my own in a scrap if need be."
"I deeply appreciate that, Mister Tapioca, but this may be a battle you may want to simply be an observer."
A slight frown comes across Tap's face. He folds his arms across his chest.
"Well let's start off by calling me one of three things: Tapioca Joe, Tapioca, or Tap. Drop the mister part. Next, in all my thirty plus years of doing this thing we call wrestling never once have I been an observer. It's just not in my DNA, son. Lastly, I wasn't asking if I could help or not. I'm telling you that I'm going to help. Now let's go and get you over to medical."
Not giving the big man any chance to argue, Tap moves over to help him up to his feet. Not putting up any fuss, William allows the older man to help him up.
"Thank you, Tap."
"It's only the right thing to do, son."
The newest members of Pure Amusement Wrestling slowly make their way through the winding corridors of the Pure Arena.
