Post by bfwamisfnshelton on Apr 29, 2016 17:59:59 GMT
Immediately following the events of EWC's FSW 16, the BFW World Heavyweight Champion can be seen hastily entering the back of an SUV. He leans forward and adjusts the rear view mirror to quickly fix his hair and clothes, which were obviously thrown on in a rush. Once he's satisfied Amis falls back into the chair, wincing as soon as he makes contact with the seat.
Driver: "Stiff back?"
The Driver in question is Amis' friend, manager and chauffeur, Lloyd. The two go way back, but that's another story for another time. Lloyd fixes the position of the rear view mirror before turning the ignition on the vehicle.
Amis Shelton: "Oh yeah, I do love the odd stiff match once in a while. No matter though, another shit-head put down, another win and another check into the bank. Where to next Lloyd?"
Lloyd: "Actually we're now going to Guerreros of Lucha. You're in the Interfed Super Falcon Cup, representing BFW."
Amis Shelton: "I am?"
Lloyd: "It's one of the first bookings you accepted Amis when you started this tour.."
Amis Shelton: "Oh yeah I remember now... Viva La Raza.."
Lloyd: "That reminds me.. They want you to cut a promo and send it to them. Advertising for your match."
Amis Shelton: "And how do you expect me to do that? There's no cameras, no interviewer, no green screen."
Lloyd: "Well you have your phone right? Cut a promo on your phone."
Amis faces Lloyd with a disgusted look.
Amis Shelton: "Let me get this straight, you want me to cut a promo in a moving car, on my phone.."
Lloyd: "They want something Amis.."
Amis Shelton: "Can't I just do like a documentary type thing where I film myself having coffee and then few hours later taking a leak in the bathroom?"
Lloyd: "No.. I think they just want one promo."
Amis Shelton: "This will either be the greatest promo in wrestling history.. Or a great flop. Here we go.."
After a few seconds of readying himself, Amis pulls out his phone and begins recording himself.
Amis Shelton: "Hola.. Buenos noches.. Mi nombre es Amis 'Fucking' Shelton. That's about as far as my Spanish goes.. Anyway. May 1st, I invade Guerreros of Lucha, not to take part in the Super Falcon Cup, but to win the entire fucking thing. Ten federations chose their representatives, that means that there's nine other SOBs that all have the one thing in common. They are all going to fall to Amis Shelton, starting with Dick Cheese Wiland from that Kentucky Fried Chicken fed, I forget the name.."
Lloyd: "Pollomania.."
Amis Shelton: "Pollomania? That doesn't even make any sense.."
Amis shakes his head. The car begins to pick up speed as they hit the highway.
Amis Shelton: "Regardless Wiland, whilst you look like a pansexual, I actually think you're decent in the ring from the few matches I've seen. But decent doesnt stand up to great and trust me, I am great. My BFW World Heavyweight Championship proves that I'm great, my contract at Extreme Wrestling Corporation proves that I'm great, hell this entire FN' WorldWide tour proves that I'm great and winning the Super Falcon Cup is gonna top it all off. So here's how I see the match between us going down. The bell rings and I kick your ass inside the ring, then we take it to the outside and kick your ass outside the ring and then back into the ring we go and all it will take is one You're Fucked and well.. You'll simply be just that.."
Amis raises his index finger, whilst quickly taking a sip of water.
Amis Shelton: "I will say this though, everybody at this tournament seems to have a giant ego. Which will make for a very interesting tournament but at the end of the day, all these Mickey Mouse promotions will have to wait for the next Super Falcon Cup, because Brutal Force Wrestling is the Real Fuckin' Deal and you can bet your ass that Amis Shelton is the Real Fuckin' Deal. Simple.
Amis then stops recording. He lets out a sigh and tosses the phone onto the seat next to him. The scene fades as Amis continues his journey to GoL.
Driver: "Stiff back?"
The Driver in question is Amis' friend, manager and chauffeur, Lloyd. The two go way back, but that's another story for another time. Lloyd fixes the position of the rear view mirror before turning the ignition on the vehicle.
Amis Shelton: "Oh yeah, I do love the odd stiff match once in a while. No matter though, another shit-head put down, another win and another check into the bank. Where to next Lloyd?"
Lloyd: "Actually we're now going to Guerreros of Lucha. You're in the Interfed Super Falcon Cup, representing BFW."
Amis Shelton: "I am?"
Lloyd: "It's one of the first bookings you accepted Amis when you started this tour.."
Amis Shelton: "Oh yeah I remember now... Viva La Raza.."
Lloyd: "That reminds me.. They want you to cut a promo and send it to them. Advertising for your match."
Amis Shelton: "And how do you expect me to do that? There's no cameras, no interviewer, no green screen."
Lloyd: "Well you have your phone right? Cut a promo on your phone."
Amis faces Lloyd with a disgusted look.
Amis Shelton: "Let me get this straight, you want me to cut a promo in a moving car, on my phone.."
Lloyd: "They want something Amis.."
Amis Shelton: "Can't I just do like a documentary type thing where I film myself having coffee and then few hours later taking a leak in the bathroom?"
Lloyd: "No.. I think they just want one promo."
Amis Shelton: "This will either be the greatest promo in wrestling history.. Or a great flop. Here we go.."
After a few seconds of readying himself, Amis pulls out his phone and begins recording himself.
Amis Shelton: "Hola.. Buenos noches.. Mi nombre es Amis 'Fucking' Shelton. That's about as far as my Spanish goes.. Anyway. May 1st, I invade Guerreros of Lucha, not to take part in the Super Falcon Cup, but to win the entire fucking thing. Ten federations chose their representatives, that means that there's nine other SOBs that all have the one thing in common. They are all going to fall to Amis Shelton, starting with Dick Cheese Wiland from that Kentucky Fried Chicken fed, I forget the name.."
Lloyd: "Pollomania.."
Amis Shelton: "Pollomania? That doesn't even make any sense.."
Amis shakes his head. The car begins to pick up speed as they hit the highway.
Amis Shelton: "Regardless Wiland, whilst you look like a pansexual, I actually think you're decent in the ring from the few matches I've seen. But decent doesnt stand up to great and trust me, I am great. My BFW World Heavyweight Championship proves that I'm great, my contract at Extreme Wrestling Corporation proves that I'm great, hell this entire FN' WorldWide tour proves that I'm great and winning the Super Falcon Cup is gonna top it all off. So here's how I see the match between us going down. The bell rings and I kick your ass inside the ring, then we take it to the outside and kick your ass outside the ring and then back into the ring we go and all it will take is one You're Fucked and well.. You'll simply be just that.."
Amis raises his index finger, whilst quickly taking a sip of water.
Amis Shelton: "I will say this though, everybody at this tournament seems to have a giant ego. Which will make for a very interesting tournament but at the end of the day, all these Mickey Mouse promotions will have to wait for the next Super Falcon Cup, because Brutal Force Wrestling is the Real Fuckin' Deal and you can bet your ass that Amis Shelton is the Real Fuckin' Deal. Simple.
Amis then stops recording. He lets out a sigh and tosses the phone onto the seat next to him. The scene fades as Amis continues his journey to GoL.