Cut to: A well-dressed man at a news desk.
“…her knickers down and her bare bum on display. Officials have apologized for the incident and are investigating into how they got the wrong address.
“And now a look a sports. This weekend there will be excitement in Liverpool, as the New Frontier Wrestling federation invades the Olympia. Our own Andrew St. Andrews caught up with one of the men that will be in action. Andrew?”
Cut to: A crowded pub. It’s extremely loud, and in the foreground is a man dressed in a suit, holding a microphone, and one hand pressed hard into one ear.
“Thank you, Nigel. I’m coming to you live from The Bull and Bell pub, where our locals have embraced and adopted a man from across the pond as one of their own. With some thoughts on his upcoming matches, here’s the man they call Billy Lovemuscle.”
Pan over to: Billy Lovemuscle, at a table, sitting calmly among the frenzied crowd. Two men have slumped over, passed out, with their heads on the table. The rest of the surface of the table is covered with empty bottles and glasses. Billy lifts a glass and toasts the camera, tosses back the amber liquid, and slams the glass upside down on the table, eliciting a huge roar from the gathered crowd. The reporter enters the scene and stands next to Lovemuscle.
“Billy Lovemuscle, welcome to Liverpool.”
“Well thank you, neighbor. It ain’t the first time Ah bin here, but Ah do believe this might be the most fun Ah’ve had here in a long while.”
The crowd screams in appreciation.
“So tell our viewers, Mr. Lovemuscle, what they can expect this weekend.”
“Wellsir, Ah gotta admit that Ah ain’t bin in the ring for quite some time, an’ Ah’m jist hopin’ ta git a few good licks in, do right by mah partner, an’ not embarrass mahself. If’n things go well, Ah reckon Ah’ll be back here celebratin’ with mah new friends.”
Another audial eruption from the crowd.
“Jist fer the record, Ah ain’t no drunk an’ Ah ain’t no hick. An’ Ah aim ta prove both ta Felix Red tomorrow night… An’ then on Saturday, Ah fully reckon that Ah’ll put on a good show aginst Plumber Joe. Ah don’t try ta talk bad ‘bout nobody, but that ol’ boy sure does rub me the wrong way, an’ Ah’d like ta see what’s he’s got as far as skills go. He’s got a belt, an’ though we ain’t fightin’ fer it it’s definitely somethin’ Ah’ve got mah eye on.”
“It certainly is exciting for us any time we get American wrestling here in England and I dare say that we’re all looking for a smashing good time this weekend. Mr. Lovemuscle, thank you so very much for taking time from your busy schedule.”
“An’ I thank you, neighbor, but next time Ah’d ask that ya don’t call me Mr. Lovemuscle, pleasenthankyou. Billy’ll do jist fine.”
“Thank you again…Billy. From West Derby in Liverpool, I’m Andrew St. Andrews reporting. Back to you in the studio, Nigel.”
Cut to: the same well-dressed man at the news desk.
“Thank you Andrew. In other news today, a visit to the loo could prove deadly. We’ll have that story and more when we come back from this short break…”
“…her knickers down and her bare bum on display. Officials have apologized for the incident and are investigating into how they got the wrong address.
“And now a look a sports. This weekend there will be excitement in Liverpool, as the New Frontier Wrestling federation invades the Olympia. Our own Andrew St. Andrews caught up with one of the men that will be in action. Andrew?”
Cut to: A crowded pub. It’s extremely loud, and in the foreground is a man dressed in a suit, holding a microphone, and one hand pressed hard into one ear.
“Thank you, Nigel. I’m coming to you live from The Bull and Bell pub, where our locals have embraced and adopted a man from across the pond as one of their own. With some thoughts on his upcoming matches, here’s the man they call Billy Lovemuscle.”
Pan over to: Billy Lovemuscle, at a table, sitting calmly among the frenzied crowd. Two men have slumped over, passed out, with their heads on the table. The rest of the surface of the table is covered with empty bottles and glasses. Billy lifts a glass and toasts the camera, tosses back the amber liquid, and slams the glass upside down on the table, eliciting a huge roar from the gathered crowd. The reporter enters the scene and stands next to Lovemuscle.
“Billy Lovemuscle, welcome to Liverpool.”
“Well thank you, neighbor. It ain’t the first time Ah bin here, but Ah do believe this might be the most fun Ah’ve had here in a long while.”
The crowd screams in appreciation.
“So tell our viewers, Mr. Lovemuscle, what they can expect this weekend.”
“Wellsir, Ah gotta admit that Ah ain’t bin in the ring for quite some time, an’ Ah’m jist hopin’ ta git a few good licks in, do right by mah partner, an’ not embarrass mahself. If’n things go well, Ah reckon Ah’ll be back here celebratin’ with mah new friends.”
Another audial eruption from the crowd.
“Jist fer the record, Ah ain’t no drunk an’ Ah ain’t no hick. An’ Ah aim ta prove both ta Felix Red tomorrow night… An’ then on Saturday, Ah fully reckon that Ah’ll put on a good show aginst Plumber Joe. Ah don’t try ta talk bad ‘bout nobody, but that ol’ boy sure does rub me the wrong way, an’ Ah’d like ta see what’s he’s got as far as skills go. He’s got a belt, an’ though we ain’t fightin’ fer it it’s definitely somethin’ Ah’ve got mah eye on.”
“It certainly is exciting for us any time we get American wrestling here in England and I dare say that we’re all looking for a smashing good time this weekend. Mr. Lovemuscle, thank you so very much for taking time from your busy schedule.”
“An’ I thank you, neighbor, but next time Ah’d ask that ya don’t call me Mr. Lovemuscle, pleasenthankyou. Billy’ll do jist fine.”
“Thank you again…Billy. From West Derby in Liverpool, I’m Andrew St. Andrews reporting. Back to you in the studio, Nigel.”
Cut to: the same well-dressed man at the news desk.
“Thank you Andrew. In other news today, a visit to the loo could prove deadly. We’ll have that story and more when we come back from this short break…”
