Post by cqf3 on Dec 2, 2008 21:07:39 GMT -5
OoC: The following takes place before TV Crimes, and is aired just before the Powell/Washington match
*The PWE log flickers in and on screen and suddenly Charles Forde is on screen smiling, he is wearing a trenchcoat with a Union Jack theme and is leaning against a wall. Forde stands and looks into the camera which zooms in.*
Forde: Tonight... tonight is a special night. It is the night where Professional Wrestling Evolved meets the national stage, where this infant company is thrust into global recognition as the world's leader in quality wrestling.
*Forde turns and sighs, his back is facing the camera*
Forde: Yet people wonder what shall become of this upstart Federation, why should I consider it... Why? I can tell you why ladies and gentlemen!
*Forde turns again facing the camera with an arrogant smile*
Forde: I am Charles Quincy Forde the Third, I am why you will spend your preciously earned paycheck to go to a second rate arena and jeer. I, not anyone else, am your personal demon you can not help but try to excommunicate... but you can't because without me, you have nothing. I am this company's income, I am this company's payroll, I AM THIS COMPANY'S FINANCIAL AID!
*Forde takes a step back as if soaking in hate that will come*
Forde: All throughout my career this has been the saga, you lower class whelps can't stand to see someone succeed to a degree you can never achieve. That is why you do not accept me, and you never will... and I shall never shed a tear over that for I know that deep down, every single one of you would KILL to be in my shoes. Yes, you wish you were of noble birth and had an easy life growing up. You all wish that you had fiscal security throughout your lifetime, especially now in YOUR economic recession.
*Forde strokes his chin.*
Forde: It's always been like this, whenever economic hardship's come the people look for a "Common Man" an Average-Joe type individual. Yet you always vilify my type, the rich, the successful, it's always our fault. To be frank, that is why none of you will ever achieve success to my level!
*Forde walks back holding his arms out*
Forde: Success isn't a catholic society! Their is a reason that the successful people are in the upper echelon of society! That's where I am, now you know where to find your Uncrowned Champion... The Epitome of England, CHARLES QUINCY FORDE THE THIRD!
End
*The PWE log flickers in and on screen and suddenly Charles Forde is on screen smiling, he is wearing a trenchcoat with a Union Jack theme and is leaning against a wall. Forde stands and looks into the camera which zooms in.*
Forde: Tonight... tonight is a special night. It is the night where Professional Wrestling Evolved meets the national stage, where this infant company is thrust into global recognition as the world's leader in quality wrestling.
*Forde turns and sighs, his back is facing the camera*
Forde: Yet people wonder what shall become of this upstart Federation, why should I consider it... Why? I can tell you why ladies and gentlemen!
*Forde turns again facing the camera with an arrogant smile*
Forde: I am Charles Quincy Forde the Third, I am why you will spend your preciously earned paycheck to go to a second rate arena and jeer. I, not anyone else, am your personal demon you can not help but try to excommunicate... but you can't because without me, you have nothing. I am this company's income, I am this company's payroll, I AM THIS COMPANY'S FINANCIAL AID!
*Forde takes a step back as if soaking in hate that will come*
Forde: All throughout my career this has been the saga, you lower class whelps can't stand to see someone succeed to a degree you can never achieve. That is why you do not accept me, and you never will... and I shall never shed a tear over that for I know that deep down, every single one of you would KILL to be in my shoes. Yes, you wish you were of noble birth and had an easy life growing up. You all wish that you had fiscal security throughout your lifetime, especially now in YOUR economic recession.
*Forde strokes his chin.*
Forde: It's always been like this, whenever economic hardship's come the people look for a "Common Man" an Average-Joe type individual. Yet you always vilify my type, the rich, the successful, it's always our fault. To be frank, that is why none of you will ever achieve success to my level!
*Forde walks back holding his arms out*
Forde: Success isn't a catholic society! Their is a reason that the successful people are in the upper echelon of society! That's where I am, now you know where to find your Uncrowned Champion... The Epitome of England, CHARLES QUINCY FORDE THE THIRD!
End