Post by Edward Sands on Nov 20, 2010 14:01:46 GMT -5
We open in the same office setting we have seen a few times now with Sands sitting in front of his own banner.
“So that’s it. Max Whitman finally beats me. Must mean I’m not as good as I said I was right? Maybe Max is the better man after all. Sorry but I call Bullshit on that. Whitman is a chump of a wrestler…much like this place is a chump of a company. I made a single mistake, everyone does it once in a while…and Whitman was able to pull of the fluke win of the century against me. Max don’t think for a second that just cause you decided to grab my hand after the match and hold it in the air that I’m going to give you instant respect.”
Ed slams his fist against the top of the desk.
“No, I came here and stated that I was going to make you a better man…but you throw it back in my face. You said you didn’t me to make you better…well so far the only time you have done jack shit around here has been with me involved. So keep an eye open Whitman…cause this isn’t close to being over.”
He seems to relax suddenly as he leans back in the chair.
“However this week I get to face another man I’ve already beaten. Lance Cladwell. Now Lance, let me get this right…I beat you and your brother two weeks ago, with that jobber of Whitman at my side. Those where your words by the way that Whitman didn’t really matter. Now you’re going it on your own…and you think you can beat me? It being in Canada doesn’t really matter much to me, that’s like a second home for me. Most of my wrestling career has been in the Great White North…hell my wife is from there. This is almost a homecoming for me as well. See it was in Canada that I became the highlight I am now. Before that I was wrestling out west, going as The High Tide Eddie Sands…some crappy surfer gimmick. But it was Canada that made me the true star, that made me a six time world champion. As for you being a better wrestler then me…I think I can prove that this Saturday Night when I put you down for the three.”
Edward holds up three fingers.
“Because see it doesn’t matter if I’m wrestling in the USA…or the Great White Northern Canada…my home is between these ropes, and when we step between them, I’m the best this business has ever seen. See you Saturday Lance.”
Sands smiles as it goes to black.
“So that’s it. Max Whitman finally beats me. Must mean I’m not as good as I said I was right? Maybe Max is the better man after all. Sorry but I call Bullshit on that. Whitman is a chump of a wrestler…much like this place is a chump of a company. I made a single mistake, everyone does it once in a while…and Whitman was able to pull of the fluke win of the century against me. Max don’t think for a second that just cause you decided to grab my hand after the match and hold it in the air that I’m going to give you instant respect.”
Ed slams his fist against the top of the desk.
“No, I came here and stated that I was going to make you a better man…but you throw it back in my face. You said you didn’t me to make you better…well so far the only time you have done jack shit around here has been with me involved. So keep an eye open Whitman…cause this isn’t close to being over.”
He seems to relax suddenly as he leans back in the chair.
“However this week I get to face another man I’ve already beaten. Lance Cladwell. Now Lance, let me get this right…I beat you and your brother two weeks ago, with that jobber of Whitman at my side. Those where your words by the way that Whitman didn’t really matter. Now you’re going it on your own…and you think you can beat me? It being in Canada doesn’t really matter much to me, that’s like a second home for me. Most of my wrestling career has been in the Great White North…hell my wife is from there. This is almost a homecoming for me as well. See it was in Canada that I became the highlight I am now. Before that I was wrestling out west, going as The High Tide Eddie Sands…some crappy surfer gimmick. But it was Canada that made me the true star, that made me a six time world champion. As for you being a better wrestler then me…I think I can prove that this Saturday Night when I put you down for the three.”
Edward holds up three fingers.
“Because see it doesn’t matter if I’m wrestling in the USA…or the Great White Northern Canada…my home is between these ropes, and when we step between them, I’m the best this business has ever seen. See you Saturday Lance.”
Sands smiles as it goes to black.