Post by Warren Shaw on Dec 5, 2014 1:08:11 GMT
“Marty, I want you to think long and hard about this, sir.”
The scene opens and all we see is Warren Shaw. He's staring towards the camera on his laptop with an unbridled intensity and focus, recording a video diary in the process.
“Lora is in bed resting after the stress of today. Let me be the first to apologise for the dramatics – she just feels terrible about what she said on Sunday night and as well she should. Now, I know that you're a shrewd, ruthless business man so trying to reason with your emotions is useless. So here it is, Marty, my friend. Let me propose something else.
You need to keep The Shaws' in your camp because we are your first Tag Team Champions.
This week was supposed to feature a sit down meeting with you and our opponents this Sunday, just so we could get on the same page. There's no way we can risk dissension among the ranks this close to the finals, so the idea was that we'd talk it over and decide which team would lay down for the other, advance to the finals feeling fresh and ready to go.
It's not too late, Mr. Sunshine.
You can still do this the easy way and instruct the guys to throw this fight and walk away without so much as a scratch on either of them. If you don't? Well, regardless on how sorry we both are for what's happened, we'll have no problems in beating both Jack and Vladimir fairly. I mean, we're the better team, after all. Right?
We're facing a guy who hates tag team matches and a guy who's bored by traditional wrestling bouts. That's not the best combination to go against a well-oiled tag team unit with more than eight years together, is it? It's not surprising that Owyns hates tag team matches – he's never won one. Last week was a handicap match; you know that as well as I do, Marty. He lost every tag team match he had in his previous company and he was given six attempts to win something. He failed in every one of them. You don't want a guy like that representing Team Marty in the finals of the tag team tournament. If that wasn't enough, he's teamed with a total meat-head who'd sooner throw a fight through disqualification. Mort would just love that, wouldn't he? Marty Sunshine's guys can't even win a title. Pathetic. I don't want to see it and I know you don't either.
You need a team representing you in that final on December 21st that finish matches and get the job done. Lora has successfully claimed the finish of the night award twice in a row now. She's the only person in the company at the moment to hold such an honour. As a team, we're flawless submission specialists and we're undefeated. We're your golden guys, Marty. I promise you. Not a guy like Jack Owyns, who can't win tag team matches, or defend against submissions, or who suffers from a bad left knee. If you don't do the right thing and order them to stand down on Sunday, his knee won't just be “bad” on Monday morning – it'll be done.
Of course, it's not like we're one trick ponies, Marty. Submission isn't our only ace in the hole. Lora and I are also the best team in terms of wrestling techniques and take down defences. That's the kind of skill a team representing Marty Sunshine needs. In addition to that, we're also a team comprised of the most intelligent – me; and the sneakiest – Lora. That's a cocktail fit for any tag team champions, wouldn't you say? If – in the unlikely event – we're on the back foot, there's always ways to outsmart and bend the rules. Furthermore, we'll get away with it.
Jack is fast inside the ring but Lora keeps up with him. Speed plus technique and submission ability equates to another win and – let's just be honest here – another finish of the night award.
We're sorry for what happened but just think about this with a business head. On Sunday, you'll send Jack Owyns and Vladimir Vishnevsky down to that ring and they will lose; either because they laid down for us as per your instructions or because we taught them a lesson in tag team combat that they're just not equipped for.
We are going to the finals of that tag team tournament. I just hope we're still representing the illustrious Marty Sunshine Esquire.
Call us back soon, sir.”
Warren maintains a serious expression, as he shuts the lid of the laptop and ends the video stream.
The scene opens and all we see is Warren Shaw. He's staring towards the camera on his laptop with an unbridled intensity and focus, recording a video diary in the process.
“Lora is in bed resting after the stress of today. Let me be the first to apologise for the dramatics – she just feels terrible about what she said on Sunday night and as well she should. Now, I know that you're a shrewd, ruthless business man so trying to reason with your emotions is useless. So here it is, Marty, my friend. Let me propose something else.
You need to keep The Shaws' in your camp because we are your first Tag Team Champions.
This week was supposed to feature a sit down meeting with you and our opponents this Sunday, just so we could get on the same page. There's no way we can risk dissension among the ranks this close to the finals, so the idea was that we'd talk it over and decide which team would lay down for the other, advance to the finals feeling fresh and ready to go.
It's not too late, Mr. Sunshine.
You can still do this the easy way and instruct the guys to throw this fight and walk away without so much as a scratch on either of them. If you don't? Well, regardless on how sorry we both are for what's happened, we'll have no problems in beating both Jack and Vladimir fairly. I mean, we're the better team, after all. Right?
We're facing a guy who hates tag team matches and a guy who's bored by traditional wrestling bouts. That's not the best combination to go against a well-oiled tag team unit with more than eight years together, is it? It's not surprising that Owyns hates tag team matches – he's never won one. Last week was a handicap match; you know that as well as I do, Marty. He lost every tag team match he had in his previous company and he was given six attempts to win something. He failed in every one of them. You don't want a guy like that representing Team Marty in the finals of the tag team tournament. If that wasn't enough, he's teamed with a total meat-head who'd sooner throw a fight through disqualification. Mort would just love that, wouldn't he? Marty Sunshine's guys can't even win a title. Pathetic. I don't want to see it and I know you don't either.
You need a team representing you in that final on December 21st that finish matches and get the job done. Lora has successfully claimed the finish of the night award twice in a row now. She's the only person in the company at the moment to hold such an honour. As a team, we're flawless submission specialists and we're undefeated. We're your golden guys, Marty. I promise you. Not a guy like Jack Owyns, who can't win tag team matches, or defend against submissions, or who suffers from a bad left knee. If you don't do the right thing and order them to stand down on Sunday, his knee won't just be “bad” on Monday morning – it'll be done.
Of course, it's not like we're one trick ponies, Marty. Submission isn't our only ace in the hole. Lora and I are also the best team in terms of wrestling techniques and take down defences. That's the kind of skill a team representing Marty Sunshine needs. In addition to that, we're also a team comprised of the most intelligent – me; and the sneakiest – Lora. That's a cocktail fit for any tag team champions, wouldn't you say? If – in the unlikely event – we're on the back foot, there's always ways to outsmart and bend the rules. Furthermore, we'll get away with it.
Jack is fast inside the ring but Lora keeps up with him. Speed plus technique and submission ability equates to another win and – let's just be honest here – another finish of the night award.
We're sorry for what happened but just think about this with a business head. On Sunday, you'll send Jack Owyns and Vladimir Vishnevsky down to that ring and they will lose; either because they laid down for us as per your instructions or because we taught them a lesson in tag team combat that they're just not equipped for.
We are going to the finals of that tag team tournament. I just hope we're still representing the illustrious Marty Sunshine Esquire.
Call us back soon, sir.”
Warren maintains a serious expression, as he shuts the lid of the laptop and ends the video stream.
