Post by Mongrel on Apr 4, 2016 9:45:19 GMT -6
The sound of a phone ringing is heard. Clearly a recording not just from the lack of picture but because phones play songs now and this is the sound a phone connecting from the callers side.
"Dane, Here."
"Hello, Mister Dane. This is William Saint."
"Saint....?"
"Yes but you probably know me moreso by the moniker of The Mongrel."
"Riiiight. Jeeze, you really are a comic book super villain. For what do I owe the privilege of the phone call Bill?"
"Far from a comic book villain, Mister Dane."
Throat clearing is audibly heard.
"Excuse me. I hope I'm not interrupting anything of importance?"
"You know how it is. Leaving a photo shoot on my way to an interview for a profile piece being done on me. Actually your probably don't know how that is. Anyway, you've got the length of this limo ride to say what you have to say."
"Then I shall indeed make it as quick as possible. I am curious if you aware of Pure Amusement Wrestling?"
"Only in that it is the literal tent pole wrestling organization Munin is hiding in. And that somehow she thinks she can still stake claim to the GZW World Heavyweight Championship when she's a curtain jerker for an actual horse and pony show."
"As flowery as your description of the truth is I have been propositioned into signing with them."
"Joining the circus, look at you Bill! I didn't know you'd been putting yourself through school this whole time. Clown College is a fine American establishment. Did I miss the graduation? I'll send flowers, the ones that spit water for your lapel."
"I'm unaware of where the flippant attitude is originating from, Mister Dane, but this call is in no way an attempt antagonize you in anyway. It is simply my attempt, among many that I am making to several other Globalstars, to insure that those still grasping onto the sinking Machine of GZW2K1 had a place to continue their passion for the sport."
"Flippant? I'm impressed Bill. I wasn't aware your vocabulary extend beyond grr...argh. I'm not grasping onto a sinking ship. I'm at the forefront of something we like to call a rebranding. A reformation project of you will. Excuse me for not jumping at the chance to be paid in peanuts and popcorn to wrestle."
"Well I was simply planting the seed. It is obvious that your mind isn't fertile enough at the moment, Mister Dane."
"Sure thing Bill. Look I'll send you some signed copies from my latest shoot, you can sell them during intermission. I also like to help out a fellow or I guess former Globalstar."
"Fair enough, Mister Dane. Just know that I can be your conduit to P.A.W. if and when you decide to stopping sipping the proverbial Kool-Aid that the Machine is supplying."
The phone abruptly clicks and a dial tone sounds.
Joshua Dane
"Dane, Here."
"Hello, Mister Dane. This is William Saint."
"Saint....?"
"Yes but you probably know me moreso by the moniker of The Mongrel."
"Riiiight. Jeeze, you really are a comic book super villain. For what do I owe the privilege of the phone call Bill?"
"Far from a comic book villain, Mister Dane."
Throat clearing is audibly heard.
"Excuse me. I hope I'm not interrupting anything of importance?"
"You know how it is. Leaving a photo shoot on my way to an interview for a profile piece being done on me. Actually your probably don't know how that is. Anyway, you've got the length of this limo ride to say what you have to say."
"Then I shall indeed make it as quick as possible. I am curious if you aware of Pure Amusement Wrestling?"
"Only in that it is the literal tent pole wrestling organization Munin is hiding in. And that somehow she thinks she can still stake claim to the GZW World Heavyweight Championship when she's a curtain jerker for an actual horse and pony show."
"As flowery as your description of the truth is I have been propositioned into signing with them."
"Joining the circus, look at you Bill! I didn't know you'd been putting yourself through school this whole time. Clown College is a fine American establishment. Did I miss the graduation? I'll send flowers, the ones that spit water for your lapel."
"I'm unaware of where the flippant attitude is originating from, Mister Dane, but this call is in no way an attempt antagonize you in anyway. It is simply my attempt, among many that I am making to several other Globalstars, to insure that those still grasping onto the sinking Machine of GZW2K1 had a place to continue their passion for the sport."
"Flippant? I'm impressed Bill. I wasn't aware your vocabulary extend beyond grr...argh. I'm not grasping onto a sinking ship. I'm at the forefront of something we like to call a rebranding. A reformation project of you will. Excuse me for not jumping at the chance to be paid in peanuts and popcorn to wrestle."
"Well I was simply planting the seed. It is obvious that your mind isn't fertile enough at the moment, Mister Dane."
"Sure thing Bill. Look I'll send you some signed copies from my latest shoot, you can sell them during intermission. I also like to help out a fellow or I guess former Globalstar."
"Fair enough, Mister Dane. Just know that I can be your conduit to P.A.W. if and when you decide to stopping sipping the proverbial Kool-Aid that the Machine is supplying."
The phone abruptly clicks and a dial tone sounds.
Joshua Dane
