Post by Toothpick Teddy on Dec 7, 2009 19:37:19 GMT -5
The gray silence of the Real Extreme Wrestling arena is shattered by the soothing melody of a violin as the lights turn on and bathe the entrance ramp in passionate rose red hues. The crowd passes whispers in confusion until they see who it is that has decided to grace them with his presence.
To this pleasant music, walks former REW tag team champion, Jacques Fureau. The respectful man bows down as he passes down the ramp and with a cat's grace climbs into the ring. Before the scrawny ring announcer could screw up his proper introduction, the man of class, honor and dignity takes the microphone into his own hands, waiting for the confused babbling of the crowd to stop.
Allison Cowell : Well, I wonder what Fureau's reason is for coming out here tonight?
Simon Layfield : Whatever it is, it can't be good!
Jacques moves the microphone to his lips and with the other hand silences the crowd with a mere wave. Their attention fixed on him, he begins to speak.
Jacques Fureau : "A few weeks ago, I got a call from a certain Mr. Money and was asked to fly in here from my home in Zurich and help a certain Mr. Money defend his tag titles. The man was desperate, the moaning tone in his voice brought pity to my noble heart and I complied, coming here and rescuing him. We won the the tag team titles...but last week as some of you may have noticed, a match was booked for those very same titles...a match in which the titles were lost. If I had been there and held equal responsibility for losing them, I would not be complaining here right now.
But something was amiss. I was not asked to defend the very same titles I helped Mr. Money hold on to the week before. The reason was that Mr. Money told me that he will be defending MY title with a different partner. Clearly, I was not in the running to hold this title, but I was merely called in to help Money keep it on an off week. In other words, that you simpletons can understand, I was used.
Unfortunately for you, Mr. Money, I do not appreciate being used. It will not come off your hands without consequences. What you have done is a breach of contract. I came here to hold the tag gold with you and you breached that contract by keeping me out of a match which you understandably and predictably lost. Fortunately, I need not bother with learning your American laws because I call upon the most competent lawyer that I have seen in this country to join me in this case.
John M. White, I am sure you already knew I was referring to you. I am asking YOU, to represent me in filing a lawsuit against Mr. Money for breaching his contractual obligations as to the tag title situation. Of course, you will be compensated rather generously for your services, especially once Mr. Money loses his case.
You've made a mistake to use me, Money. Now you will pay for it. "
The crowd by this time is booing their little asses off because Fureau dared to insult one of their favorite wrestlers and dared to call him out on a pure and simple truth of what he has done. Jacques Fureau stands in the ring, looking at the foolish crowd and shaking his head at their impertinence. Will John M White agree to represent Fureau in this case?
TBC
