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 Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2019 6:27 pm
In a slow walk out onstage, a dour Emiko, microphone in hand, stood as fans gave a mixed response of welcome. Rising the mic to her lips, she took a breath in and exhaled, made a statement. "I am sorry." Miss Emiko's expression was apologetic, her tone, just as sincere. "You have all made your voices heard and I will give answers to your questions. Starting with the circumstances surrounding Faded Glory, and of Andy Styles." Lowering the microphone, she began to walk the ramp to ring. This needed to be stated in the center of all attention. Emiko's walk wasn't a silent one, feeding the crowd more information. "At Faded Glory, Cyrus acted heinously. So terribly so, that Guy Cancer's life was nearly lost, though he is in stable condition at this time, his recovery is a long one." Approaching ring, she fell silent to take the stairs and a few steps along the apron, Emiko ducked under the top rope, sat upon the middle, and swiveled her hip for knees first. Centering herself in middle of the ring, Miss Emiko continues. "As for Cyrus Leone.. he will be suspended for an indefinite period of time. During his suspension, Mr. Leone will be assigned an Anger Management Therapist, pay a fine of two hundred fifty thousand dollars, and mail a letter of apology to both myself and Mr. Cancer.
Following Faded Glory, Andy Styles decided to put on an appalling display of complete disrespect to the GZW Royal Heavyweight Championship and that, as well, will not go unpunished. He too, will be required in providing a written letter of apology, with a suspension, and a fine of ten thousand. Until the apology is received and the fine paid, Mr. Styles will be suspended." Her statement made, she didn't dare mention that they GZW lost their Ice Mountain sponsor, due to the carnage Cyrus brought.
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2019 3:35 am
The lights went out in the arena for a moment, the only light visible was the titantron and it went to static for a moment before revealing a male, sitting on a proper suit. It was Andrew Styles, sitting down on a leather couch, wearing a black suit with a red dress shirt underneath. He was clapping ominously as the crowd started booing loudly at the man that disrespected the entire federation by stomping the GZW Royal Championship.
Your feed is too easy to takeover, Emiko, get more competent crew. You should fix that, you know? Anyways, I was listening to what you just said. It was quite interesting.
There was a butler that stepped behind Styles, handing him a glass of whiskey, apparently, there was more than met the eye on that feed. Styles was pretty much an established guy and he had no real problems when it came to money. That due to his several business ventures and power taking defunct federations. He had been gone from wrestling but not out of business. He had virtually attained a small fortune in his ventures.
You see, you fail to mention two things. One, I did not get paid of what I'm owed. I think you retracted way more than ten thousand from what I'm owed, so you're not getting a single cent from me. Two, I'm never EVER going to apologize for what I did for it was what I felt after you felt the need to disrespect working men that made the novelty of working under your miserable company.
He stopped talking for a moment as he took a generous sip from the whiskey that he had been served before resuming. He was more than ready to simply show how little he cared.
It is my utmost pleasure to inform you that you gave me exactly what I wanted. So, without further ado...I'll be making your life miserable. This is the decreet of yours truly, not Andrew Styles the wrestler but Matthew Scarlet-James, the man behind the whole gimmick. So, my answer to you, little witch? Expect my 'apology letter' while sitting down on a piece of ice. Melting under you bit by bit until you end up drowning in the vast ocean like a stowaway. I'll see you around.
The crowd was booing loudly as the male threw an half-full glass at the camera, cutting off the feed and thus disconnecting his pirate feed from GZW's production set. His message was delivered and his words seemed to be true enough, leaving quite an impact, just like he had done when he literally stomped the federation's championship.
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2019 3:34 pm
Stepping toward the ropes, for her exit, Emiko froze in stunned confusion at the loss of light! She soon was staring at a static screen in puzzlement.. Miss Emiko nearly rolled her eyes at the sight of Andrew Styles and gave an exasperated sigh, as he arrogantly spoke. With the end of Matthew Scarlet-James shattering message, Emiko took a step back, fixated her eyes to the hard cam, and took a moment before giving a response. "I would like to thank you, though.. I'm not even sure for what. What I do know is, you will soon face some charges for that signal intrusion, and I'm sure, yes, you won't care. AND, while you are scoffing at that.. I will go over the numbers, since you feel so wronged of payment. Although, however you feel about this company, does not make it justified in marring the GZW Royal Heavyweight Championship." A pause. Emiko's eyes dropped, her face appeared to soften, she seemed slightly troubled. Bringing her sights back to focus, she continued. "My words on Kody Gordert, were to motivate. As well, to you. Unfortunately, it seems you can't handle a bit of criticism." Brows raised, Emiko's temper had went up a couple degrees. "Now, on the subject of me waiting on you? No, no no no, no.. Nothing against how high and mighty you see yourself, great self-esteem is wonderful, but there will be no holding my breath for you to accept this piece of humble pie. I won't be waiting around just for you, GZW will welcome you back just the same, as it will welcome other legends." Giving a minor smirk, a wink. ((if anyone wants to post, message me))
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