Post by "The Icon" Chris Lee on Aug 14, 2011 20:20:47 GMT -6
.::. The room is filled with commotion. Multiple acne-faced young men wearing WpW polo’s run back and forth, carrying chairs, cameras…you name it. The distinct sound of an opening door catches everyone off guard. The bustle screeches to a halt, eyes turning to see what superstar shows up next. This time, its none other than WpW All-Time Television champion Chris Lee. .::.
.::. Wearing black Russell athletic shorts, silver Nikes, and a throwback white “Big Nasty - EHWF Hardcore Champ” t-shirt, Lee strides in confidently. A bottle of water in his left hand, his right is soon shaking the hand of every person in the room. Smiling and making small talk, Lee seems to be right as home in the environment. .::.
.::. After exchanging pleasantries for about a minute, an older gentlemen approaches Lee and grabs him by the left arm. Lee turns on his heels and looks the man in the eyes, a little taken back by the gesture. The man speaks softly, understanding he caught “WpW’s Most Violent Man” a little off-guard. .::.
WpW Staff: Chris, we need to get you on camera. It’s a big travel day for GoldPush, we’ve got a busy night scheduled. Already shot three and have another five or six superstars stopping by as soon as they get to town.
.::. Lee, a twelve year veteran, understands the life of pro wrestling production teams. A vital part of the puzzle, he doesn’t wish to put them further behind tonight. .::.
Chris Lee: I gotcha, man. How much time do I have?
.::. The production hand smiles as he responds. .::.
WpW Staff: You don’t have a time limit. The brass just said to let you have at it.
.::. Lee nods and follows the staff member into a mass of people toward the back of the room. When we find “The Icon” again, he is standing in front of a GoldPush 56 backdrop. Pictures of Firebomb, Lee, and various other superstars adorn the print. Lee appears to be running things over in his head when the head producer calls out… .::.
Producer: Chris, you ready.
.::. Lee just nods. .::.
Producer: 5...4...3...2...GO
.::. On command, Lee jolts to action. His look stern, chest hard, words forceful. .::.
Chris Lee: I made my intentions fairly clear prior to GoldPush 55. Consider step one complete. I went toe-to-toe with Sebastian and as promised, bounced that bastard to win, again, the All-Time TV Title. As one of a select few to have held the WpW All-Time TV Title on more than one occasion, I further solidified my spot as one the premier performers in this organization…ever.
As expected, unfortunately, no one other than Sebastian…New Era’s Knucklehead…felt compelled to enter the ring with Chris Lee at the Stan Sheriff Center. I suppose my reputation as World Pro Wrestling’s most violent man has preceded me.
.::. Lee takes a swig from the bottle of water in his left hand. .::.
Chris Lee: I knew how the fans of World Pro Wrestling would receive my return, I knew how the industry in general would receive my return. I am, admittedly, disappointed in how the wrestlers themselves have responded to my return. See, I’ve been pretty free with my thoughts on the state of this organization from top to bottom. I was pretty clear about my disappointment in what this once-proud organization is being represented by. You’d think that would encourage some of those bad-asses backstage to find their way into the ring with me…take their shot at Chris Lee…get in the mix for the All-Time Television Title.
Instead, WpW….we’ve got nothing.
.::. Lee smirks confidently. .::.
Chris Lee: …and yes, I do consider EB Marcus “nothing”.
EB Marcus took to WpW 88 earlier this week and proceeded to spew shit typical of an unproven…unworthy…dime a dozen, made for television hack. Either in an attempt to be funny, which failed, or simply out of ignorance…EB tried to compare me, Chris Lee, to a long line of successful yet not “Iconish” performers.
I like Lilly on a personal level, allows found her fair and enjoyed getting to know her early on in my World Pro Wrestling career. She hasn’t done what I’ve done, lets face it. Mike Sensation, had everything you wanted in a legitimate superstar…but not on the Chris Lee level. You see where this is going, EB? Comparing me to Lilly, Phil, or Sensation is like comparing you to PDJ, Grendel, or any other top-flight performer in this industry. It don’t work.
.::. Voice growing louder, Lee tears into EB Marcus. .::.
Chris Lee: The whole “one thing worth bragging about” deal kinda’ struck me wrong, kid. I don’t know the situation? Maybe you don’t know, EB…or maybe you just don’t care. Either way, I’m always down to teach a little shit some respect.
You know the difference with me, why I know I can help save this organization? I am an eight-time professional wrestling champion, EB Marcus…you? I’ve participated in one of the greatest matches in World Pro Wrestling history, people still talk about it….what have you done outside rolling around in a Fed Cup here and there? My name is etched on World Pro Wrestling’s list of 50 best. What about you, EB? Did I just glance over it?
How I have proved I’m different from the people that came before me…shit, how haven’t I?
.::. “The Icon” lowers his tone, taking back control of his red-hot temper. .::.
Chris Lee: Don’t take that to mean I’m done, EB. I’ve still got a tremendous amount that I want to accomplish in World Pro Wrestling before I unlace the boots for the last time. I want to be a Hall of Famer, a World Champion, the unquestioned GREATEST to ever step foot in a World Pro Wrestling ring.
You insinuate that I’m unlucky, boy? Shit, you’ve got to lock-up with me on Tuesday night. How will that feel, EB? What will be crossing your mind when you are face to face with one of the best in the business. You’re gonna’ grace us with your presence…that’s all well and good. Its easy to talk shit, though, EB. How’s the old saying go, when all is said and done, more is said than done? I assume you are pretty familiar with that.
You managed to piss me off pretty well in a span of about three minutes, no doubt about it. The thing is, EB, you aren’t the prize. I’ll beat you, dominate you, generally make you look foolish on national TV…rest assure. You deserve much more, though, for the blatant disrespect. Then again, I guess a career jerking the curtain for World Pro Wrestling is punishment enough.
.::. Lee stares directly into the camera. .::.
Chris Lee: Whatever questions may be left, I’ll answer on Tuesday at GoldPush. I’m here for the long haul, here to right some wrongs, and establish my legacy within this organization. Consider this a challenge to any and everybody in the industry. I’ve got an open-ended invitation out there for a match every two weeks for the World Pro Wrestling All-Time TV Title. You want a piece of the action, to get into the mix? Come…see…let me make you famous.
.::. Lee smirks as the camera clicks off, sending the screen into a show of static. .::.
.::. Rounds of applause can be heard from the production personal in the room, and a genuine “thank you” coming from Chris Lee himself. .::.
.::. Wearing black Russell athletic shorts, silver Nikes, and a throwback white “Big Nasty - EHWF Hardcore Champ” t-shirt, Lee strides in confidently. A bottle of water in his left hand, his right is soon shaking the hand of every person in the room. Smiling and making small talk, Lee seems to be right as home in the environment. .::.
.::. After exchanging pleasantries for about a minute, an older gentlemen approaches Lee and grabs him by the left arm. Lee turns on his heels and looks the man in the eyes, a little taken back by the gesture. The man speaks softly, understanding he caught “WpW’s Most Violent Man” a little off-guard. .::.
WpW Staff: Chris, we need to get you on camera. It’s a big travel day for GoldPush, we’ve got a busy night scheduled. Already shot three and have another five or six superstars stopping by as soon as they get to town.
.::. Lee, a twelve year veteran, understands the life of pro wrestling production teams. A vital part of the puzzle, he doesn’t wish to put them further behind tonight. .::.
Chris Lee: I gotcha, man. How much time do I have?
.::. The production hand smiles as he responds. .::.
WpW Staff: You don’t have a time limit. The brass just said to let you have at it.
.::. Lee nods and follows the staff member into a mass of people toward the back of the room. When we find “The Icon” again, he is standing in front of a GoldPush 56 backdrop. Pictures of Firebomb, Lee, and various other superstars adorn the print. Lee appears to be running things over in his head when the head producer calls out… .::.
Producer: Chris, you ready.
.::. Lee just nods. .::.
Producer: 5...4...3...2...GO
.::. On command, Lee jolts to action. His look stern, chest hard, words forceful. .::.
Chris Lee: I made my intentions fairly clear prior to GoldPush 55. Consider step one complete. I went toe-to-toe with Sebastian and as promised, bounced that bastard to win, again, the All-Time TV Title. As one of a select few to have held the WpW All-Time TV Title on more than one occasion, I further solidified my spot as one the premier performers in this organization…ever.
As expected, unfortunately, no one other than Sebastian…New Era’s Knucklehead…felt compelled to enter the ring with Chris Lee at the Stan Sheriff Center. I suppose my reputation as World Pro Wrestling’s most violent man has preceded me.
.::. Lee takes a swig from the bottle of water in his left hand. .::.
Chris Lee: I knew how the fans of World Pro Wrestling would receive my return, I knew how the industry in general would receive my return. I am, admittedly, disappointed in how the wrestlers themselves have responded to my return. See, I’ve been pretty free with my thoughts on the state of this organization from top to bottom. I was pretty clear about my disappointment in what this once-proud organization is being represented by. You’d think that would encourage some of those bad-asses backstage to find their way into the ring with me…take their shot at Chris Lee…get in the mix for the All-Time Television Title.
Instead, WpW….we’ve got nothing.
.::. Lee smirks confidently. .::.
Chris Lee: …and yes, I do consider EB Marcus “nothing”.
EB Marcus took to WpW 88 earlier this week and proceeded to spew shit typical of an unproven…unworthy…dime a dozen, made for television hack. Either in an attempt to be funny, which failed, or simply out of ignorance…EB tried to compare me, Chris Lee, to a long line of successful yet not “Iconish” performers.
I like Lilly on a personal level, allows found her fair and enjoyed getting to know her early on in my World Pro Wrestling career. She hasn’t done what I’ve done, lets face it. Mike Sensation, had everything you wanted in a legitimate superstar…but not on the Chris Lee level. You see where this is going, EB? Comparing me to Lilly, Phil, or Sensation is like comparing you to PDJ, Grendel, or any other top-flight performer in this industry. It don’t work.
.::. Voice growing louder, Lee tears into EB Marcus. .::.
Chris Lee: The whole “one thing worth bragging about” deal kinda’ struck me wrong, kid. I don’t know the situation? Maybe you don’t know, EB…or maybe you just don’t care. Either way, I’m always down to teach a little shit some respect.
You know the difference with me, why I know I can help save this organization? I am an eight-time professional wrestling champion, EB Marcus…you? I’ve participated in one of the greatest matches in World Pro Wrestling history, people still talk about it….what have you done outside rolling around in a Fed Cup here and there? My name is etched on World Pro Wrestling’s list of 50 best. What about you, EB? Did I just glance over it?
How I have proved I’m different from the people that came before me…shit, how haven’t I?
.::. “The Icon” lowers his tone, taking back control of his red-hot temper. .::.
Chris Lee: Don’t take that to mean I’m done, EB. I’ve still got a tremendous amount that I want to accomplish in World Pro Wrestling before I unlace the boots for the last time. I want to be a Hall of Famer, a World Champion, the unquestioned GREATEST to ever step foot in a World Pro Wrestling ring.
You insinuate that I’m unlucky, boy? Shit, you’ve got to lock-up with me on Tuesday night. How will that feel, EB? What will be crossing your mind when you are face to face with one of the best in the business. You’re gonna’ grace us with your presence…that’s all well and good. Its easy to talk shit, though, EB. How’s the old saying go, when all is said and done, more is said than done? I assume you are pretty familiar with that.
You managed to piss me off pretty well in a span of about three minutes, no doubt about it. The thing is, EB, you aren’t the prize. I’ll beat you, dominate you, generally make you look foolish on national TV…rest assure. You deserve much more, though, for the blatant disrespect. Then again, I guess a career jerking the curtain for World Pro Wrestling is punishment enough.
.::. Lee stares directly into the camera. .::.
Chris Lee: Whatever questions may be left, I’ll answer on Tuesday at GoldPush. I’m here for the long haul, here to right some wrongs, and establish my legacy within this organization. Consider this a challenge to any and everybody in the industry. I’ve got an open-ended invitation out there for a match every two weeks for the World Pro Wrestling All-Time TV Title. You want a piece of the action, to get into the mix? Come…see…let me make you famous.
.::. Lee smirks as the camera clicks off, sending the screen into a show of static. .::.
.::. Rounds of applause can be heard from the production personal in the room, and a genuine “thank you” coming from Chris Lee himself. .::.
