Post by Ashton Thomas on Aug 9, 2022 22:21:33 GMT -5
Every show needs a jerk and every story an antagonist... I guess you could say I'm that guy
*a dark figure lights a cigar to reveal the face of Ashton Thomas as he takes a puff of the cigar, he blows the smoke directly at the camera*
You may not know me, okay let's be real you probably don't know me... but we all know you should. It's been a while since I stepped inside a square circle. It's safe to say that this business is still filled with the same ten seconds of fame pieces of trash it was filled with when I stepped away from it. I mean really the low-life filthy scum that this business still wreaks of makes me regret wanting to step back inside a ring. Like come on really please appreciate the fact that this business needs me, I don't need this business I made my money, I had my share of women, the long endless nights, and not to mention my waist has been gilded in gold countless time after time it just got old... it got boring. I guess you could say I have grown lustful?
*The figure proceeds to light a candle on the desk and sits down in a luxurious-looking office chair*
Real leather is the only material that will do for Ashton Thomas, I don't wallow in cheapness like the abundant wastes that permeate this company, I watched from the shadows weeks after week... night after night, and the talent or lack thereof in this company you're almost as bad as the people that support this. It's time to be introduced to the intensity, the greatness that is Ashton Thomas.
*Ashton Thomas gets open and walks over to a bar stocked with the most expensive brands of liquor, begins to pour himself a drink*
I've acquired a taste for expensive whisky but most recently I have once again acquired a different kind of taste, one might say more of an itch a longing to return this sport back to the days of the respected, maybe even say clean up the trash if you will. This company at least from afar resembles that of a poverty-stricken town the poor wallowing souls with no way to go but down... rock bottom the pit of despair in which they can't seem to scratch and claw themselves out of. A company filled with content, not a soul here seems willing to push forward... why? because they are okay with what they see staring back at them in the mirror a life of lies is what they live because everybody gets a trophy these days, everybody is included... Stars don't shine anymore these days it's become more of a slight twinkle than a shine and it's not just this business it's not even just this company it's this planet as a whole people are afraid to step on toes afraid to be an asshole. This company needs an asshole, somebody who honestly doesn't care who cares, a savior, if you will this company, needs the "Intellectual Adonis" Ashton Thomas.
*Ashton Thomas walks back over to the desk and blows the candle out the room gets dark and the camera cuts off*
*a dark figure lights a cigar to reveal the face of Ashton Thomas as he takes a puff of the cigar, he blows the smoke directly at the camera*
You may not know me, okay let's be real you probably don't know me... but we all know you should. It's been a while since I stepped inside a square circle. It's safe to say that this business is still filled with the same ten seconds of fame pieces of trash it was filled with when I stepped away from it. I mean really the low-life filthy scum that this business still wreaks of makes me regret wanting to step back inside a ring. Like come on really please appreciate the fact that this business needs me, I don't need this business I made my money, I had my share of women, the long endless nights, and not to mention my waist has been gilded in gold countless time after time it just got old... it got boring. I guess you could say I have grown lustful?
*The figure proceeds to light a candle on the desk and sits down in a luxurious-looking office chair*
Real leather is the only material that will do for Ashton Thomas, I don't wallow in cheapness like the abundant wastes that permeate this company, I watched from the shadows weeks after week... night after night, and the talent or lack thereof in this company you're almost as bad as the people that support this. It's time to be introduced to the intensity, the greatness that is Ashton Thomas.
*Ashton Thomas gets open and walks over to a bar stocked with the most expensive brands of liquor, begins to pour himself a drink*
I've acquired a taste for expensive whisky but most recently I have once again acquired a different kind of taste, one might say more of an itch a longing to return this sport back to the days of the respected, maybe even say clean up the trash if you will. This company at least from afar resembles that of a poverty-stricken town the poor wallowing souls with no way to go but down... rock bottom the pit of despair in which they can't seem to scratch and claw themselves out of. A company filled with content, not a soul here seems willing to push forward... why? because they are okay with what they see staring back at them in the mirror a life of lies is what they live because everybody gets a trophy these days, everybody is included... Stars don't shine anymore these days it's become more of a slight twinkle than a shine and it's not just this business it's not even just this company it's this planet as a whole people are afraid to step on toes afraid to be an asshole. This company needs an asshole, somebody who honestly doesn't care who cares, a savior, if you will this company, needs the "Intellectual Adonis" Ashton Thomas.
*Ashton Thomas walks back over to the desk and blows the candle out the room gets dark and the camera cuts off*