Gordert slowly paces back and forth with his hands behind his back with a disgruntle look. “I am here because I was the best in the business. But, that’s not who I am anymore thanks to the voting of this year and I’m stuck being another superstar in the backstage. My partner is walking around the back with his chest puffed out with two championships from some tournament I have never heard of and I don’t really care for people being so smug about carrying around enough gold that could feed a small village in Africa.”
Gordert stops pacing and places his hand in his pockets of his jeans
“This tournament is called King of the Canvas and there is many superstars trying to place their name in the history books with the likes of GBL, Jed and Cartwright. After December 5, you will see my name written next to them. Joey, you may be my partner, but I will do everything in my power to see that I am a champion again. I am pretty sure you don’t want to be called a hoarder of gold. That would mean you have even large target on your back and you’re just asking to be knocked down from cloud nine.”
He takes couple steps backward and leans down picking up two light tube in both of his hands.
“If I don’t win, have mercy on the souls of the victims of my tirade.”
The screens blackens and the light tubes lighten up red in his' hands
“And mine”
[End]
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