Colin
The best handler ever since 2012: He is a gem
(CUTTO: Dirk Dickwood, Superagent sitting at the most fanciful of desks, cigar in one hand, glass of whisky in the other. He does not appear to be his usual composed business-like self, rather staring directly in to the camera with a vexed expression on his face.)
Dickwood: As of late, I've had a lot of time to sit and think. I thought this new regime was meant to return us from the insanity from the past. I thought under our glorious leader Eddie Mayfield, praise him be, we were supposed to move away from the ridiculous and the dangerous, the incriminating and the farcical. Basically, fine fans of NFW, I thought Eddie Mayfield was going to return this company to some solid wrestling roots. I thought Lord Mayfield, praise him be, was going to end the era of reckless endangerment. When I first came to this company with Phil Atken, I was surrounded by mayhem, Phil was put in increasingly dangerous positions week upon week while we witnessed Nova and his cronies almost tear down the arena we were in. I almost cried tears of joy to see Mayfield stand directly in front on the camera, in front of the NFWites as he informed everyone he was pulling to shutters down on the insanity of the past. I thought a new era was actually going to dawn in NFW.
(Dickwood downs the remainder of the whisky in his glass)
Dickwood: So how do you explain the Sears Tower match Mr. Mayfield? How do you explain a contest designed to end careers? Is that cleaning up NFW? Is that adding prestige to the company. Was that a contest designed to showcase the best wrestling competitors in the industry? Was that match wrestling at its best? Did the NFW fans get to see great technicians at their best? Did we truly get to find out who the man truly deserving of the Television Title was? I sure as hell don't think so.
(Dickwood briefly stares and admires the cigar in his hand before taking a drag from it.)
Dickwood: That match was designed as nothing more than a chance to destroy bodies. To mangle every wrestler in the match, damage every brain, concuss every mind. Not only that, more importantly, it almost destroyed ME. I wasn't allowed at ringside, Helga wasn't allowed at ringside, we weren't allowed to check on the status of OUR Entertainment Savior, we were forbade... forbode... forbod****onastick from looking after our client, her son and my business interest. That match was designed to destroy an income stream for me, it was designed to end a man like Phil Atken's career. He's not hardcore, nor is he built to be. He is a wrestler, not a stuntman. Much like every other man in that match Steady Eddie. Much like every other ****ing man in that god damn ****ing hell of a stunt show. They are not your playthings, they are your employees.
(Dickwood jerks up to his feet and tosses his whisky glass at the wall. He glares at camera with his hands pressed down on the table)
Dickwood: Phil Atken is a wrestler, Phil Atken isn't the best competitor in the ring, but that's why he had the foresight to hire me. Eddie Mayfield sought to destroy that link and destroy Phil Atken. He wanted to end his career and mine by proxy and I'm supposed to just sit there and accept that? I'm supposed to to accept the Sears Tower match because some sick freaks on the internet had a good ole jolly fashioned wank to it? Right now, as I stand here I still don't know Phil's condition. I still don't know if he'll ever wrestle again. I don't even know if he'll want to and I'm supposed to bend over backwards to kiss the ass of the man who sent him there? I'm supposed to respect El Presidente. I've been sitting in this office for a month now, pondering what I'm supposed to do. Helga is distraught, Phil is barely out of hospital and I'm supposed to be the one who tells him to wrestle for this company again? My personal and professional lives have been destroyed due to one man's decisions and I'm supposed to be a jolly old manager midget, there to amuse all. Not this time, this is not a Koopa situation, this isn't something I can turn a blind eye to.
Dickwood: As of right now, I don't give a **** about those perverted NFW fans and as far as Eddie Mayfield goes, you, you master of dignity, you can go to hell.
(Dickwood kicks over the camera stand and that's the last of that.)
Dickwood: As of late, I've had a lot of time to sit and think. I thought this new regime was meant to return us from the insanity from the past. I thought under our glorious leader Eddie Mayfield, praise him be, we were supposed to move away from the ridiculous and the dangerous, the incriminating and the farcical. Basically, fine fans of NFW, I thought Eddie Mayfield was going to return this company to some solid wrestling roots. I thought Lord Mayfield, praise him be, was going to end the era of reckless endangerment. When I first came to this company with Phil Atken, I was surrounded by mayhem, Phil was put in increasingly dangerous positions week upon week while we witnessed Nova and his cronies almost tear down the arena we were in. I almost cried tears of joy to see Mayfield stand directly in front on the camera, in front of the NFWites as he informed everyone he was pulling to shutters down on the insanity of the past. I thought a new era was actually going to dawn in NFW.
(Dickwood downs the remainder of the whisky in his glass)
Dickwood: So how do you explain the Sears Tower match Mr. Mayfield? How do you explain a contest designed to end careers? Is that cleaning up NFW? Is that adding prestige to the company. Was that a contest designed to showcase the best wrestling competitors in the industry? Was that match wrestling at its best? Did the NFW fans get to see great technicians at their best? Did we truly get to find out who the man truly deserving of the Television Title was? I sure as hell don't think so.
(Dickwood briefly stares and admires the cigar in his hand before taking a drag from it.)
Dickwood: That match was designed as nothing more than a chance to destroy bodies. To mangle every wrestler in the match, damage every brain, concuss every mind. Not only that, more importantly, it almost destroyed ME. I wasn't allowed at ringside, Helga wasn't allowed at ringside, we weren't allowed to check on the status of OUR Entertainment Savior, we were forbade... forbode... forbod****onastick from looking after our client, her son and my business interest. That match was designed to destroy an income stream for me, it was designed to end a man like Phil Atken's career. He's not hardcore, nor is he built to be. He is a wrestler, not a stuntman. Much like every other man in that match Steady Eddie. Much like every other ****ing man in that god damn ****ing hell of a stunt show. They are not your playthings, they are your employees.
(Dickwood jerks up to his feet and tosses his whisky glass at the wall. He glares at camera with his hands pressed down on the table)
Dickwood: Phil Atken is a wrestler, Phil Atken isn't the best competitor in the ring, but that's why he had the foresight to hire me. Eddie Mayfield sought to destroy that link and destroy Phil Atken. He wanted to end his career and mine by proxy and I'm supposed to just sit there and accept that? I'm supposed to to accept the Sears Tower match because some sick freaks on the internet had a good ole jolly fashioned wank to it? Right now, as I stand here I still don't know Phil's condition. I still don't know if he'll ever wrestle again. I don't even know if he'll want to and I'm supposed to bend over backwards to kiss the ass of the man who sent him there? I'm supposed to respect El Presidente. I've been sitting in this office for a month now, pondering what I'm supposed to do. Helga is distraught, Phil is barely out of hospital and I'm supposed to be the one who tells him to wrestle for this company again? My personal and professional lives have been destroyed due to one man's decisions and I'm supposed to be a jolly old manager midget, there to amuse all. Not this time, this is not a Koopa situation, this isn't something I can turn a blind eye to.
Dickwood: As of right now, I don't give a **** about those perverted NFW fans and as far as Eddie Mayfield goes, you, you master of dignity, you can go to hell.
(Dickwood kicks over the camera stand and that's the last of that.)