Post by Jesse‘Wild Buck’Roscoe (Admin) on Nov 22, 2020 2:01:34 GMT
Jesse 'WILD BUCK' Roscoe is looking more rugged than ever. You can tell he hasn't shaved in days or showered either. He's sat on the steps to the Don Coleman Coliseum just watching the traffic flow by. The life has left his face - he's a broken man.
Roscoe: Can't I even get a damn moment to myself out 'ere?
He rests his head in his hand for a moment letting out a deep disturbed sigh.
Roscoe: Okay. I know what you want. You here to get ma word on the debut show right?
He stands and paces across the service entrance to the arena. The huge doors ingulf the cowboy. Just a simple reference to the big project he's working on and all that's going through his mind. In the far distance people are running around with equipment getting the show ready.
We follow Roscoe who comes to a stop at an old school Dodge truck. He leans over into the flat bed to collect his stetson.
Roscoe: Well I don't feel right without it.
Suddenly his face is alight. Life has come back to the old man. He's found his passions and inhibitions under that hat.
Roscoes: Well partner let me tell you this. I don't give a hoot or holla what size the programmes are, what height the speakers are set or whether to have odd or even chairs in a row. I built this company to be real, rugged, brutal. This is a home for the outcasts. We ain't pretty so who cares if the programmes are perfect or if the arena fits the professional look. Let me tell you now if you want a clean cut muscle man soap opera head east to New York or Florida. But down here we are damn dirty fist fightin sonova guns. We're outlaw's!
He leans back against the truck and again sighs. This time not to disappear but as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.
Roscoe: Feels good to get that off my chest. Let me get this straight, I'm a fighter and always will be. I may be one of the fellas running this wild train. I sure can feel the sharks circling me already. There's only seven others on the roster so far and there all coming for my throat. But don't get it into your head I'm easy pickings. I love this game and I'll go out fighting. I ain't leaving that ring until I'm dead. I'm a wrestler first, boss man second and don't you dare get that confused any of you.
That said I'm sure as hell looking forward to tusslin with this lot. We've got a great bunch of wrestlers so far. I'm sure as the dog is blind that I'm in for the biggest test of my life. And on night one I got John Blade. Let me tell ya, this boy is in the prime of his career. He's been up and down this country mixing it up with the best the game. I'll tell you this. I'm glad I got such a tough challenge on our maiden show. I gotta prove that I'm still in my prime and what better way to do it than against such elite competition. I wish the best for Blade, of course I do. But what's best for business? How I can look after this company is by making sure I'm a champion. Sorry Blade it ain't your time yet son. You just gonna have to let the old man have his fill first. Now you want to talk business?! You'll have to wait for the pre show and I'll let you know about everything going on here.
Roscoe: Can't I even get a damn moment to myself out 'ere?
He rests his head in his hand for a moment letting out a deep disturbed sigh.
Roscoe: Okay. I know what you want. You here to get ma word on the debut show right?
He stands and paces across the service entrance to the arena. The huge doors ingulf the cowboy. Just a simple reference to the big project he's working on and all that's going through his mind. In the far distance people are running around with equipment getting the show ready.
We follow Roscoe who comes to a stop at an old school Dodge truck. He leans over into the flat bed to collect his stetson.
Roscoe: Well I don't feel right without it.
Suddenly his face is alight. Life has come back to the old man. He's found his passions and inhibitions under that hat.
Roscoes: Well partner let me tell you this. I don't give a hoot or holla what size the programmes are, what height the speakers are set or whether to have odd or even chairs in a row. I built this company to be real, rugged, brutal. This is a home for the outcasts. We ain't pretty so who cares if the programmes are perfect or if the arena fits the professional look. Let me tell you now if you want a clean cut muscle man soap opera head east to New York or Florida. But down here we are damn dirty fist fightin sonova guns. We're outlaw's!
He leans back against the truck and again sighs. This time not to disappear but as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.
Roscoe: Feels good to get that off my chest. Let me get this straight, I'm a fighter and always will be. I may be one of the fellas running this wild train. I sure can feel the sharks circling me already. There's only seven others on the roster so far and there all coming for my throat. But don't get it into your head I'm easy pickings. I love this game and I'll go out fighting. I ain't leaving that ring until I'm dead. I'm a wrestler first, boss man second and don't you dare get that confused any of you.
That said I'm sure as hell looking forward to tusslin with this lot. We've got a great bunch of wrestlers so far. I'm sure as the dog is blind that I'm in for the biggest test of my life. And on night one I got John Blade. Let me tell ya, this boy is in the prime of his career. He's been up and down this country mixing it up with the best the game. I'll tell you this. I'm glad I got such a tough challenge on our maiden show. I gotta prove that I'm still in my prime and what better way to do it than against such elite competition. I wish the best for Blade, of course I do. But what's best for business? How I can look after this company is by making sure I'm a champion. Sorry Blade it ain't your time yet son. You just gonna have to let the old man have his fill first. Now you want to talk business?! You'll have to wait for the pre show and I'll let you know about everything going on here.
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