Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2017 21:03:28 GMT -8
There were certain things in life that felt so good, they almost felt like they were destined to happen. Like hitting a grand slam right out of the ball park. It was making that hail-mary shot across the ice into the opposite net in sudden death overtime. That fourth down call to run the field instead of punt.. Or like Kobe Bryant with yet another triple-double. These are all amazing things. True legendary once-in-a-lifetime accomplishments that many will only see from the couches in their living room, yet will fantasize about having just one opportunity to catch a glimmer of the real thing live and in the flesh...
These were just a day-in-the-life for the hottest prospect the GWD had signed in it's infancy, the unprecedented, fifth generation athlete; Geoffrey Thomas Anderson the Fifth...GTA V!
The feed cuts opens to show a black room with only a small hoop visible. A scratch is heard – an off-stage hand lighting a match – and that match ignites the hoop, creating a controlled inferno only around the hoop.
“Ahem.”
It was definitely a man's voice clearing it's throat as the cameras quickly spun around in time to see hands belonging to that voice releasing an NFL regulation football from their grasp, the camera watching the literal perfect spiral the ball made as it sailed through the hoop, and to the other side. The cameraman rushed over to where the ball landed, shock and amazement were the only words that came to mind as the sight was finally revealed; the ball remained unscathed by the flames it just passed through! It was a true work of art. A pass that could have made legendary quarterback Brett Favre blush...
“Just another day...”
The voice finally spoke, becoming all-too-apparent to the viewing audience this legendary pass must have come from GTA himself! The cameraman turned back to Geoffrey's direction while a team of professionals worked swiftly to extinguish the flames from GTA's showmanship hoop. The camera first feasted it's eyes on the, as GTA himself called them earlier on Twitter, “Temple of Abs”, a sight most women would gush and go heart-eyed at for the opportunity to just touch something so majestic. That was a sight dashed to many as the man spoke.
“Much as my forefathers did before me, alone I sit atop the precipice of perfection, often wondering if ever there were another name that could do what one of the Anderson bloodline do even once. I know, however, that just for the average human to even find a being as talented as an Anderson – that is to say, find a member of our lineage as no one else is as poised for greatness such as ourselves – is like finding a needle in a hay stack. Now you want to find a second? Granted, it would be a shorter needle, most likely rusted out and thus not really the same as the original anyway...much like those who believe they could even be on the level below the level of the Anderson Lineage...”
“Those like Brady Vega, my inaugural debut opponent for which would be your sneak peak to just what I would accomplish inside of a GWD ring. Poor guy. Brady Vega, the answer to the question who had the worst, most unfortunate night to attempt a debut into a new company. And that's a pity. That's a pity, because I won't have even had the proper time to get acquainted with you before it is time to sweep away the dirt and grime from our...no, MY ring. Brady Vega, the speed bump placed haphazardly by management before realizing the real star they had just signed – me. Brady Vega – the poster child to the slogan they can't all be winners. But, that's okay, kid. You're going out there in the Out for Justice Battle for Los Angeles just like I am, and you're giving it the ol' college try. And you haven't even soiled yourself yet at the fear of facing the physical, living embodiment of the Sculpture of Michelangelo as it pertains to wrestling. I guess yet...there's still time, I suppose...”
GTA flashed an overly-confident smirk. Even more confident than the smirk he always wore, that is. He looked down at his physique, smiling even wider this now. And who could blame him, really? The man could have been a Chippendale's dancer and instead chose to beat up those less fortunate than him for a living. Maybe it was because he didn't want to deny all those other dancers a chance to earn a living?! But then, that would assume that GTA actually cared about the ones less perfected than himself...and we know that can't be true.
“Brady Vega doesn't have abs like this. Muscles on top of muscles, veins over veins, and the confidence to match both the look AND the ability when the bell rings. An ability, Brady, you will soon find out in the Out For Justice Battle for Los Angeles event. Try to keep your chin up. After all, your night is an important one. You're the one who will forever be remembered as the launchpad to the super-stardom that took Geoffrey Thomas Anderson the Fifth to the very top of the GWD mountain. Well, kind of. I mean, you're the one getting beaten by a living legend, but let's be honest...there wasn't anything that was going to stop me from attaining my maximum potential, the same legendary status as my great grandfather before me! You were the one that was convenient for the task, if you catch my drift...”
Geoffrey reaches off-screen, and comes back with a hand mirror for his cameraman to see. GTA slowly held the mirror up, first admiring his abs on the ascent, then with the mirror at face level, smoothly he brushed his hair out of his eyes with his free hand. Seriously, it was like watching a L'oreal commercial...
“The GWD will open with a Battle in Los Angeles, but by the end of the night only a roar will be heard. A roar of success, dedication...and the pure, unbridled beauty of a man who will soon eclipse all of the rest. And we're not talking about you, Brady.”
These were just a day-in-the-life for the hottest prospect the GWD had signed in it's infancy, the unprecedented, fifth generation athlete; Geoffrey Thomas Anderson the Fifth...GTA V!
The feed cuts opens to show a black room with only a small hoop visible. A scratch is heard – an off-stage hand lighting a match – and that match ignites the hoop, creating a controlled inferno only around the hoop.
“Ahem.”
It was definitely a man's voice clearing it's throat as the cameras quickly spun around in time to see hands belonging to that voice releasing an NFL regulation football from their grasp, the camera watching the literal perfect spiral the ball made as it sailed through the hoop, and to the other side. The cameraman rushed over to where the ball landed, shock and amazement were the only words that came to mind as the sight was finally revealed; the ball remained unscathed by the flames it just passed through! It was a true work of art. A pass that could have made legendary quarterback Brett Favre blush...
“Just another day...”
The voice finally spoke, becoming all-too-apparent to the viewing audience this legendary pass must have come from GTA himself! The cameraman turned back to Geoffrey's direction while a team of professionals worked swiftly to extinguish the flames from GTA's showmanship hoop. The camera first feasted it's eyes on the, as GTA himself called them earlier on Twitter, “Temple of Abs”, a sight most women would gush and go heart-eyed at for the opportunity to just touch something so majestic. That was a sight dashed to many as the man spoke.
“Much as my forefathers did before me, alone I sit atop the precipice of perfection, often wondering if ever there were another name that could do what one of the Anderson bloodline do even once. I know, however, that just for the average human to even find a being as talented as an Anderson – that is to say, find a member of our lineage as no one else is as poised for greatness such as ourselves – is like finding a needle in a hay stack. Now you want to find a second? Granted, it would be a shorter needle, most likely rusted out and thus not really the same as the original anyway...much like those who believe they could even be on the level below the level of the Anderson Lineage...”
“Those like Brady Vega, my inaugural debut opponent for which would be your sneak peak to just what I would accomplish inside of a GWD ring. Poor guy. Brady Vega, the answer to the question who had the worst, most unfortunate night to attempt a debut into a new company. And that's a pity. That's a pity, because I won't have even had the proper time to get acquainted with you before it is time to sweep away the dirt and grime from our...no, MY ring. Brady Vega, the speed bump placed haphazardly by management before realizing the real star they had just signed – me. Brady Vega – the poster child to the slogan they can't all be winners. But, that's okay, kid. You're going out there in the Out for Justice Battle for Los Angeles just like I am, and you're giving it the ol' college try. And you haven't even soiled yourself yet at the fear of facing the physical, living embodiment of the Sculpture of Michelangelo as it pertains to wrestling. I guess yet...there's still time, I suppose...”
GTA flashed an overly-confident smirk. Even more confident than the smirk he always wore, that is. He looked down at his physique, smiling even wider this now. And who could blame him, really? The man could have been a Chippendale's dancer and instead chose to beat up those less fortunate than him for a living. Maybe it was because he didn't want to deny all those other dancers a chance to earn a living?! But then, that would assume that GTA actually cared about the ones less perfected than himself...and we know that can't be true.
“Brady Vega doesn't have abs like this. Muscles on top of muscles, veins over veins, and the confidence to match both the look AND the ability when the bell rings. An ability, Brady, you will soon find out in the Out For Justice Battle for Los Angeles event. Try to keep your chin up. After all, your night is an important one. You're the one who will forever be remembered as the launchpad to the super-stardom that took Geoffrey Thomas Anderson the Fifth to the very top of the GWD mountain. Well, kind of. I mean, you're the one getting beaten by a living legend, but let's be honest...there wasn't anything that was going to stop me from attaining my maximum potential, the same legendary status as my great grandfather before me! You were the one that was convenient for the task, if you catch my drift...”
Geoffrey reaches off-screen, and comes back with a hand mirror for his cameraman to see. GTA slowly held the mirror up, first admiring his abs on the ascent, then with the mirror at face level, smoothly he brushed his hair out of his eyes with his free hand. Seriously, it was like watching a L'oreal commercial...
“The GWD will open with a Battle in Los Angeles, but by the end of the night only a roar will be heard. A roar of success, dedication...and the pure, unbridled beauty of a man who will soon eclipse all of the rest. And we're not talking about you, Brady.”
Geoffrey Thomas Anderson the Fifth.
He arrives. And the GWD would never be the same again.
He arrives. And the GWD would never be the same again.
