Post by jackmonroe on Aug 3, 2013 9:51:24 GMT -5
William Bachlet: Oh i'm glad you are here, I'm sure my secretary has br-
A hand grasping a champagne bottle reaches up and shushes William Bachlet. The camera pans over to a nicely dressed man with each of his arms around a lovely pair of platinum blonde women.
Jack Monroe: Don't you worry. You give me money, and I'll beat down any punk you put in front of me. You give me a man and I'll take his women, You give me a champion and I'll take his belt. I'll talk more with you later about my contract because I don't work cheap. I'm a man with expensive taste, but I guess I can give you guys a sample of what I can do.
Jack hands one of the women his champagne and the other his watch. He rolls his sleeves up and approaches Bachlet.
William: You don't look dressed to compete, you do have your gear right? I've already scheduled you.
Jack: I'd ask you against who, but looking around the locker room I don't recognize any one of these guys anyway. I've wrestled from Memphis to Japan and everywhere in between. I've had more gold around my waist than Mr. T has had around his neck. Just know that this is considered a favor and I do plan on calling on you to return my favor at some point.
William: Go lace up your boots.
Jack: Oh I will, but I want you out there watching me like the rest of them.
The lovely platinum blonde women hold the door open for jack and carry his belongings out behind him.
A hand grasping a champagne bottle reaches up and shushes William Bachlet. The camera pans over to a nicely dressed man with each of his arms around a lovely pair of platinum blonde women.
Jack Monroe: Don't you worry. You give me money, and I'll beat down any punk you put in front of me. You give me a man and I'll take his women, You give me a champion and I'll take his belt. I'll talk more with you later about my contract because I don't work cheap. I'm a man with expensive taste, but I guess I can give you guys a sample of what I can do.
Jack hands one of the women his champagne and the other his watch. He rolls his sleeves up and approaches Bachlet.
William: You don't look dressed to compete, you do have your gear right? I've already scheduled you.
Jack: I'd ask you against who, but looking around the locker room I don't recognize any one of these guys anyway. I've wrestled from Memphis to Japan and everywhere in between. I've had more gold around my waist than Mr. T has had around his neck. Just know that this is considered a favor and I do plan on calling on you to return my favor at some point.
William: Go lace up your boots.
Jack: Oh I will, but I want you out there watching me like the rest of them.
The lovely platinum blonde women hold the door open for jack and carry his belongings out behind him.
