Post by KRENSHOV on Feb 21, 2007 13:44:40 GMT -5
Few people ever call Eli Potts’ home phone in New Jersey, that number is reserved for friends and family. 99% of the time, he is on his cell phone dealing with business or associates to the wrestling world. As Eli entered his home cradling a bag full of groceries in one hand, and holding his cell phone to his ear with the other, he kicked off his shoes and entered the kitchen.
“I told you, nobody saw it coming. Evan Cartwright sure didn’t. Chris had him so convinced that he was with us, and now look at him. I wonder if he’ll ever walk again. Then Ravager, well… he thought he was cunning. It didn’t matter though, he never saw Jay O’Brien coming.” Eli snickered as he began pulling a few things out of the bag when he noted his answering machine on the far counter. The answering machine light was blinking, indicating he had messages. Odd, he thought, even those who had his home number called his cell phone, they knew he was never home. “Hey, I’m going to have to call you back.—Yep, talk to you later.” With the flick of his finger, his cell phone snapped shut, and he made his way to the answering machine.
You have four new messages.
Four? I was only gone a half hour, he thought.
First message: “Eli Potts,” the voice was unmistakable, “It’s me, Joseph Winchell III. Sorry to call you at this number, but I lost my cell phone, and I found this number on an old record. Please give me a call back as soon as you get the chance.”
Eli huffed a slight breath of amusement. Next message: “It’s me again, and well, if you’re there pick up the phone. I have a plan to get back at Rex Caliber and get my company back! Please call me ASAP!”
The maniacal manager scratched his head, and grew a look of slight disbelief. How long would it take Winchell to learn that enough is enough.
Next Message: “Eli… I’ve got this funny feeling you’re there. And if I was to ever call in a favor, now would be the time. Call me back, please.”
This was not the Joseph Winchell that Eli remembered. In fact, this sounded like a desperate man looking for help anywhere he could get find some.
Next Message: “Eli man… pick up. C’mon you gotta be there. Pick up… alright, fine. Look just call me back, I’ve got this genius plan! It all stemmed from when I saw you guys bring in O’Brien as an Untouchable. If you guys brought me into the Untouchables, not only would we be unstoppable, but Rex would flip! Doesn’t that sound awesome? Call me back Eli.” End of messages.
Winchell wants to be an Untouchable. Was he kidding? Eli put his face in his hands, trying to rub out the confusion… this is retarded. Before he could think another thought, his cordless house phone rang. The caller ID read, “UNAVAILABLE”, and Eli was thinking about letting the phone go to the answering machine. There was a strong chance it was Winchell… reluctantly, Eli answered.
“Hello?” He gulped down the uneasy feeling, “H-h-hey um, Mr. Winchell.” God this is awkward.
“Yeah, I got the messages.—What do I think? Well, first I have to ask, how are you going to get your company back by joining the Untouchables?—Uh huh.—Yeah—So you just want the Untouchables to attack Rex every chance we get, and make life hell for him?—Look, Joseph, I don’t think that’s going to work.—Why not? Rex doesn’t like us as it is, pissing him off on your account isn’t exactly on our agenda.”
Eli let out a sigh, as Winchell went on a small tangent. “I understand you helped get Kenny back in the country, and trust me, we both appreciate it. Without you, Kenny wouldn’t be one of the most recognized superstars in NAPW… but as far as I’m concerned, the debt was repaid.—What do I mean? Joey, Kenny destroyed half of the damn roster for you. He ended careers for you. Not only that, but he did what he could for you in the Man In Black scandal. Which, that turned into a heavy fiasco with the DOOMriders, but that’s finally settled… I think.—So what if you didn’t win, there’s no way we could anticipate there was going to be ten men in on the scandal! Kenny did what he could, which was more than anyone else on the roster could have.” Eli gritted his teeth, as he was obviously getting frustrated with the conversation. “You want my honest opinion on the idea? It sucks. Rex Caliber would come down on us like a hammer if we brought you into the Untouchables.—Oh, that’s mature. We’re not scared of him, it’s just we have our own plans. Plans that were set back on the account of you losing control of the company! Now we have to work that much harder just to achieve something simple. If you weren’t so thick headed, things would be so much easier. Now we have to deal with Rex Caliber!—That’s exactly what I’m saying Joey. No, you cannot join the Untouchables. The Untouchables are an elite group, and so far you’ve proven you are far from elite in the ring, and just look at your managing skills! You threw away your company for a mask.—Are you seriously begging? The answer stands at no.—No.—Joey, I said no.—NO!”
Potts turned off the phone and slammed it on the hook with authority. After a moment of animosity, Eli began to chuckle. The chuckle became a laugh, and the laugh became hysteria. Joseph Winchell III, now “Bad Boy” Joey Malone once again, actually wanted to be apart of the most elite group of wrestlers to ever grace the NAPW ring. He couldn’t hold back the laughter, and continued on and on.
Finally he got a hold of himself, and let the last few chuckles out before grabbing his cell phone. “Hey man, guess who just tried calling me, wanting to join the Untouchables.—No, it wasn’t Stylin’ Kyle Roberts. I mean, I give him some props; he finally ditched the guy who was weighing him down. He pretty much held those tag titles himself; he’ll tear things up as a singles wrestler. Guess again.—Hell no it wasn’t him, or any of the Royal Foundation. That group is the epitome of a bad joke. A real bad joke. I’ll give you one more guess.—Hah! Are you kidding? Johnny Rotten is a creature not fit to walk the earth. The day we let him in this group, is the day those liberal Canadian hippies ditch their version of what I call Communism-Lite, and get a real government order, like democracy. So, you want to know who called asking to be apart of the Untouchables?—Ok, are you sitting down?—Well, sit down.—Yes, you’re going to want to sit down for this.—Ok, you’re sitting, good. The person calling, wanting to be apart of our group, “Bad Boy” Joey Malone.”
It was too much for Eli to say, he could barely get it out without dying in laughter. “Yes I mean Joseph Winchell!—Hahaha, I know! The guy is so pathetic, I can’t believe I ever actually respected him. Sure he got Kenny back into NAPW, but look at the joke he has become. Joey never knows when to quit, to even take the job as a wrestler after all that embarrassment… I mean, where is his dignity! It’s freaking pathetic. Oh man, I’m going to be laughing about that for weeks.”
Eli finally gets back to putting his groceries away while talking on his cell to his anonymous contact, “yeah, that’s right. My client is now entering the tag team division with Jay O’Brien as his full-time partner. Yeah, it’s kind of weird having Kenny in the tag division, but I think it will work out. I mean, think about it; Kenny is the most dominant wrestler in the ring, bar none. Can we agree on that?—Thank you. Now you put him in the ring with the hottest new superstar, Jay O’Brien, and who’s going to stop them? Nobody, that’s who. You know, it’s weird, Kenny actually suggested bringing Jay into the Untouchables in the first place. When he first came in I saw the talent, but I didn’t really think about it much until Kenny said something about wanting to bring him into the group. The next thing you know, he’s the number one contender for the Provincial title, and hasn’t been pinned yet!—Yeah, he revoked his title shot, out of respect for our friend, Kurt Castle.—Dumb? You think that’s dumb? I think it shoes integrity and respect, these two are new found friends. Why try to ruin a budding relationship, personally and professionally, but letting something as small as a championship belt destroy a good thing.—No, I’m not trying to discredit Kurt’s Provincial title in the least! I’m just saying, it’s not always about championships.”
“Yeah, their first match is next week, against those monsters or whatever they are.” Eli finishes putting his last but of groceries away and disposes of the bag, “these guys honestly do not stand a chance.—So what if they’re big, if they want to see big they need to stand toe-to-toe with Kenny.—Who the hell are the Celtic Assassins? Former Tag Team Champions? So what?—You’re saying these monsters of Hollywood, or Hollystrange, or whatever, could be the Celtic Assassins?—Why does any of this matter? You think the Untouchables are scared? Of course they aren’t. Kenny and Jay are going to bring the heat against anyone and everyone. It doesn’t matter if it’s against some monsters or Celts, when it’s all said and done, the victors of the match will be the Untouchables.—You are ridiculous! So what if they beat Next Generation? Kurt and Kenny, who aren’t a full time tag team, beat Next Generation like they were nothing. In fact, they are nothing.—Yeah, I heard about how Next Generation is getting a tag title shot in a few weeks. I think it’s ridiculous. What have they done that’s so great? They won a few low-profile matches, and now they are the best thing since sliced bread? Please. Hopefully Rex gets his head of his ass when he sees the Untouchables tear through those terrible over-gimmicked wastes of space.”
Eli looks at his watch and is caught off guard, “Oh man I’ve been BS’ing too long. I’m suppose to meet Kenny and his trainers in the gym in a couple minutes. Yeah, that means I gotta go. Don’t worry, I’ll get at you sometime this week. But if I don’t, just make sure you watch what Kenny and Jay, the Untouchables, can do in the ring.”
“I told you, nobody saw it coming. Evan Cartwright sure didn’t. Chris had him so convinced that he was with us, and now look at him. I wonder if he’ll ever walk again. Then Ravager, well… he thought he was cunning. It didn’t matter though, he never saw Jay O’Brien coming.” Eli snickered as he began pulling a few things out of the bag when he noted his answering machine on the far counter. The answering machine light was blinking, indicating he had messages. Odd, he thought, even those who had his home number called his cell phone, they knew he was never home. “Hey, I’m going to have to call you back.—Yep, talk to you later.” With the flick of his finger, his cell phone snapped shut, and he made his way to the answering machine.
You have four new messages.
Four? I was only gone a half hour, he thought.
First message: “Eli Potts,” the voice was unmistakable, “It’s me, Joseph Winchell III. Sorry to call you at this number, but I lost my cell phone, and I found this number on an old record. Please give me a call back as soon as you get the chance.”
Eli huffed a slight breath of amusement. Next message: “It’s me again, and well, if you’re there pick up the phone. I have a plan to get back at Rex Caliber and get my company back! Please call me ASAP!”
The maniacal manager scratched his head, and grew a look of slight disbelief. How long would it take Winchell to learn that enough is enough.
Next Message: “Eli… I’ve got this funny feeling you’re there. And if I was to ever call in a favor, now would be the time. Call me back, please.”
This was not the Joseph Winchell that Eli remembered. In fact, this sounded like a desperate man looking for help anywhere he could get find some.
Next Message: “Eli man… pick up. C’mon you gotta be there. Pick up… alright, fine. Look just call me back, I’ve got this genius plan! It all stemmed from when I saw you guys bring in O’Brien as an Untouchable. If you guys brought me into the Untouchables, not only would we be unstoppable, but Rex would flip! Doesn’t that sound awesome? Call me back Eli.” End of messages.
Winchell wants to be an Untouchable. Was he kidding? Eli put his face in his hands, trying to rub out the confusion… this is retarded. Before he could think another thought, his cordless house phone rang. The caller ID read, “UNAVAILABLE”, and Eli was thinking about letting the phone go to the answering machine. There was a strong chance it was Winchell… reluctantly, Eli answered.
“Hello?” He gulped down the uneasy feeling, “H-h-hey um, Mr. Winchell.” God this is awkward.
“Yeah, I got the messages.—What do I think? Well, first I have to ask, how are you going to get your company back by joining the Untouchables?—Uh huh.—Yeah—So you just want the Untouchables to attack Rex every chance we get, and make life hell for him?—Look, Joseph, I don’t think that’s going to work.—Why not? Rex doesn’t like us as it is, pissing him off on your account isn’t exactly on our agenda.”
Eli let out a sigh, as Winchell went on a small tangent. “I understand you helped get Kenny back in the country, and trust me, we both appreciate it. Without you, Kenny wouldn’t be one of the most recognized superstars in NAPW… but as far as I’m concerned, the debt was repaid.—What do I mean? Joey, Kenny destroyed half of the damn roster for you. He ended careers for you. Not only that, but he did what he could for you in the Man In Black scandal. Which, that turned into a heavy fiasco with the DOOMriders, but that’s finally settled… I think.—So what if you didn’t win, there’s no way we could anticipate there was going to be ten men in on the scandal! Kenny did what he could, which was more than anyone else on the roster could have.” Eli gritted his teeth, as he was obviously getting frustrated with the conversation. “You want my honest opinion on the idea? It sucks. Rex Caliber would come down on us like a hammer if we brought you into the Untouchables.—Oh, that’s mature. We’re not scared of him, it’s just we have our own plans. Plans that were set back on the account of you losing control of the company! Now we have to work that much harder just to achieve something simple. If you weren’t so thick headed, things would be so much easier. Now we have to deal with Rex Caliber!—That’s exactly what I’m saying Joey. No, you cannot join the Untouchables. The Untouchables are an elite group, and so far you’ve proven you are far from elite in the ring, and just look at your managing skills! You threw away your company for a mask.—Are you seriously begging? The answer stands at no.—No.—Joey, I said no.—NO!”
Potts turned off the phone and slammed it on the hook with authority. After a moment of animosity, Eli began to chuckle. The chuckle became a laugh, and the laugh became hysteria. Joseph Winchell III, now “Bad Boy” Joey Malone once again, actually wanted to be apart of the most elite group of wrestlers to ever grace the NAPW ring. He couldn’t hold back the laughter, and continued on and on.
Finally he got a hold of himself, and let the last few chuckles out before grabbing his cell phone. “Hey man, guess who just tried calling me, wanting to join the Untouchables.—No, it wasn’t Stylin’ Kyle Roberts. I mean, I give him some props; he finally ditched the guy who was weighing him down. He pretty much held those tag titles himself; he’ll tear things up as a singles wrestler. Guess again.—Hell no it wasn’t him, or any of the Royal Foundation. That group is the epitome of a bad joke. A real bad joke. I’ll give you one more guess.—Hah! Are you kidding? Johnny Rotten is a creature not fit to walk the earth. The day we let him in this group, is the day those liberal Canadian hippies ditch their version of what I call Communism-Lite, and get a real government order, like democracy. So, you want to know who called asking to be apart of the Untouchables?—Ok, are you sitting down?—Well, sit down.—Yes, you’re going to want to sit down for this.—Ok, you’re sitting, good. The person calling, wanting to be apart of our group, “Bad Boy” Joey Malone.”
It was too much for Eli to say, he could barely get it out without dying in laughter. “Yes I mean Joseph Winchell!—Hahaha, I know! The guy is so pathetic, I can’t believe I ever actually respected him. Sure he got Kenny back into NAPW, but look at the joke he has become. Joey never knows when to quit, to even take the job as a wrestler after all that embarrassment… I mean, where is his dignity! It’s freaking pathetic. Oh man, I’m going to be laughing about that for weeks.”
Eli finally gets back to putting his groceries away while talking on his cell to his anonymous contact, “yeah, that’s right. My client is now entering the tag team division with Jay O’Brien as his full-time partner. Yeah, it’s kind of weird having Kenny in the tag division, but I think it will work out. I mean, think about it; Kenny is the most dominant wrestler in the ring, bar none. Can we agree on that?—Thank you. Now you put him in the ring with the hottest new superstar, Jay O’Brien, and who’s going to stop them? Nobody, that’s who. You know, it’s weird, Kenny actually suggested bringing Jay into the Untouchables in the first place. When he first came in I saw the talent, but I didn’t really think about it much until Kenny said something about wanting to bring him into the group. The next thing you know, he’s the number one contender for the Provincial title, and hasn’t been pinned yet!—Yeah, he revoked his title shot, out of respect for our friend, Kurt Castle.—Dumb? You think that’s dumb? I think it shoes integrity and respect, these two are new found friends. Why try to ruin a budding relationship, personally and professionally, but letting something as small as a championship belt destroy a good thing.—No, I’m not trying to discredit Kurt’s Provincial title in the least! I’m just saying, it’s not always about championships.”
“Yeah, their first match is next week, against those monsters or whatever they are.” Eli finishes putting his last but of groceries away and disposes of the bag, “these guys honestly do not stand a chance.—So what if they’re big, if they want to see big they need to stand toe-to-toe with Kenny.—Who the hell are the Celtic Assassins? Former Tag Team Champions? So what?—You’re saying these monsters of Hollywood, or Hollystrange, or whatever, could be the Celtic Assassins?—Why does any of this matter? You think the Untouchables are scared? Of course they aren’t. Kenny and Jay are going to bring the heat against anyone and everyone. It doesn’t matter if it’s against some monsters or Celts, when it’s all said and done, the victors of the match will be the Untouchables.—You are ridiculous! So what if they beat Next Generation? Kurt and Kenny, who aren’t a full time tag team, beat Next Generation like they were nothing. In fact, they are nothing.—Yeah, I heard about how Next Generation is getting a tag title shot in a few weeks. I think it’s ridiculous. What have they done that’s so great? They won a few low-profile matches, and now they are the best thing since sliced bread? Please. Hopefully Rex gets his head of his ass when he sees the Untouchables tear through those terrible over-gimmicked wastes of space.”
Eli looks at his watch and is caught off guard, “Oh man I’ve been BS’ing too long. I’m suppose to meet Kenny and his trainers in the gym in a couple minutes. Yeah, that means I gotta go. Don’t worry, I’ll get at you sometime this week. But if I don’t, just make sure you watch what Kenny and Jay, the Untouchables, can do in the ring.”