I am changing things up and may be looking to trade away some guys. If you are interested in Drew McIntyre, PAC, Jay White, Charlie Haas, Swerve Strickland, Ilja Dragunov, Wheeler YUTA, Austin Theory, Daniel Garcia, Doug Williams, Low Ki, Elix Skipper, Chad Gable or Jason Jordan, let me know. Only looking for talent exchanges.
I might want Drew or Gable.
"You were part Canadian as soon as your dick took up permanent residence in Moosejaw." - Hoodge
"and 29 Fingers, what the fuck is that shit? Who wrote a song about your anal world record set at the Stuckeys just outside of San Diego?" - Moose
"But yeah, I'd rather stick my dick in a dead guys asshole then watch Anchorman again." - Creeps
Foley: Bianca, I think that’s an awesome idea. Give me a couple hours to clear it with legal, and we’ll send you over the contract.
Roman: I’m sorry, what contract?
Bianca: Thanks, Mick - you let them know I don’t fight for cheap, okay?
Foley: We’ll take care of you.
Bianca: Awesome. Roman, I’ll be seeing you—and you better bring your best.
Bianca walks off while Brock snickers.
Roman: Don’t you laugh.
Lesnar: You’re fighting a girrrrrl.
Roman: I am not fighting a girl—Mick, you take that back right now, you understand me? This is my show, you work for me.
Foley: Actually, Roman, I don’t think I do.
Voice: But you do work for me.
Vince McMahon comes in.
McMahon: Now you listen here, Mick. These are my guys, Brock and Roman. These guys are a license to print money. And you are not going to waste their talent, you are not going to waste my money, on some sideshow freak entertainment intergender match, do you hear me?
Foley: Vince, you know I respect you.
McMahon: Darn right you do.
Foley: And I owe you so much.
McMahon: Darn right you do.
Foley: But I hate to break it to you ... I don’t work for you either.
McMahon: You don’t work for me? Cut the crap, Mick, why else would I be drafted.
Foley: I think you were drafted as an announcer.
McMahon: An announcer?!
Roman: What kind of idiot would draft Vince McMahon as an announcer.
Brock: Hey, don’t listen to him, you were a great announcer, boss.
McMahon: You’re darn right I was, SHUT UP, Roman!
Roman: I don’t need to hear this. Mick. Tell us who you work for.
Foley: I’ll let him tell you. BOSS!
Out from the nearby office comes …
… GREG DEMARCO!
Greg: All right, what’s going on out here?
Foley: Greg, these guys don’t like the idea of putting Roman against Bianca.
Lesnar: Excuse me, Mick, I think it’s great.
Greg: Look, I don’t mind an intergender match if it’s booked right, but I get it. They’re stars in their own divisions. Roman, let’s meet in the middle. You face a man, I pick that man, fine with you?
Vince: Now you listen here, you don’t just get to ambush the Head of the Table with whoever you like—
Post by Road Warrior Shark on May 10, 2022 15:03:42 GMT -5
I think this next pick is vastly underrated WRT his place in history. Not only for the NWO and Monday Night 'War' but for his thinking of wrestling as a TV product first, and touring company second. An effective announcer, heat magnet, and fantastic talker, and insightful podcaster,
Foley: Bianca, I think that’s an awesome idea. Give me a couple hours to clear it with legal, and we’ll send you over the contract.
Roman: I’m sorry, what contract?
Bianca: Thanks, Mick - you let them know I don’t fight for cheap, okay?
Foley: We’ll take care of you.
Bianca: Awesome. Roman, I’ll be seeing you—and you better bring your best.
Bianca walks off while Brock snickers.
Roman: Don’t you laugh.
Lesnar: You’re fighting a girrrrrl.
Roman: I am not fighting a girl—Mick, you take that back right now, you understand me? This is my show, you work for me.
Foley: Actually, Roman, I don’t think I do.
Voice: But you do work for me.
Vince McMahon comes in.
McMahon: Now you listen here, Mick. These are my guys, Brock and Roman. These guys are a license to print money. And you are not going to waste their talent, you are not going to waste my money, on some sideshow freak entertainment intergender match, do you hear me?
Foley: Vince, you know I respect you.
McMahon: Darn right you do.
Foley: And I owe you so much.
McMahon: Darn right you do.
Foley: But I hate to break it to you ... I don’t work for you either.
McMahon: You don’t work for me? Cut the crap, Mick, why else would I be drafted.
Foley: I think you were drafted as an announcer.
McMahon: An announcer?!
Roman: What kind of idiot would draft Vince McMahon as an announcer.
Brock: Hey, don’t listen to him, you were a great announcer, boss.
McMahon: You’re darn right I was, SHUT UP, Roman!
Roman: I don’t need to hear this. Mick. Tell us who you work for.
Foley: I’ll let him tell you. BOSS!
Out from the nearby office comes …
… GREG DEMARCO!
Greg: All right, what’s going on out here?
Foley: Greg, these guys don’t like the idea of putting Roman against Bianca.
Lesnar: Excuse me, Mick, I think it’s great.
Greg: Look, I don’t mind an intergender match if it’s booked right, but I get it. They’re stars in their own divisions. Roman, let’s meet in the middle. You face a man, I pick that man, fine with you?
Vince: Now you listen here, you don’t just get to ambush the Head of the Table with whoever you like—