Post by Backstage Rumblings on Feb 17, 2022 8:58:22 GMT -8
1WM Glory cuts to backstage into a dark and somewhat smokey locker room. Pacing back and forth with the Glory Championship on his shoulder is Jack Riggs. Sitting behind him are Dexter and Eric Calloway. Jack finally stops and looks at the camera, spitting a bit as he starts to speak loudly.
JACK RIGGS: Bro! Bro! Bro! Shut the fuck up, my dude. You can be a bro all day long in your free time but when you are stepping into the ring with the motherfuckin' Glory Champion there ain't no time for that. All there is gonna be time for is violence.
Jack stops for a second, shaking his head. He rubs his hand over his bald head and he takes a breath.
JACK RIGGS: The 1WM staff wanna make me play nice and keep this a regular match. Good! I can beat a motherfucker and brutalize them with or without rules. I can break a man's body and his fuckin' spirit at any time I fuckin' feel like it. If you think this weak ass shit is going to slow me down even for a second than you guys are dumber than I fuckin' thought. I'm the workhorse of 1WM. I'm the man defending this strap week in and week out in every main event they can throw me in. You can pretend that World strap is the most important in this company but we all know that's bullshit. This Glory strap is the top prize in the belt because the baddest motherfucker to step foot inside the 1WM ropes is holding it right now.
Jack looks back at his fellow Kali Kartel fans who are both nodding their head. Jack turns back to the camera, adjusting the belt on his shoulder.
JACK RIGGS: Tom Brody, you are a big, tough and impressive dude. I'm not gonna take anything away from you. We are gonna throw some fuckin' hands and we are gonna do some damage. These motherfuckers in Boston are gonna see some real violence but are you leaving with my strap? Fuck no. Are you gonna get a win and be a big man tonight? Fuck no. Are you gonna get your face smashed and your back pinned to the mat? Maybe... Or maybe I'll make you tap the fuck out. Only time will tell but the one thing that is certain is I'm leaving Boston with my belt and maybe with a few new brusies from big bro Tommy. I'm looking forward to it, my dude. Let's fuckin' do this.
"Bakersfield Butcher" Jack Riggs
JACK RIGGS: Bro! Bro! Bro! Shut the fuck up, my dude. You can be a bro all day long in your free time but when you are stepping into the ring with the motherfuckin' Glory Champion there ain't no time for that. All there is gonna be time for is violence.
Jack stops for a second, shaking his head. He rubs his hand over his bald head and he takes a breath.
JACK RIGGS: The 1WM staff wanna make me play nice and keep this a regular match. Good! I can beat a motherfucker and brutalize them with or without rules. I can break a man's body and his fuckin' spirit at any time I fuckin' feel like it. If you think this weak ass shit is going to slow me down even for a second than you guys are dumber than I fuckin' thought. I'm the workhorse of 1WM. I'm the man defending this strap week in and week out in every main event they can throw me in. You can pretend that World strap is the most important in this company but we all know that's bullshit. This Glory strap is the top prize in the belt because the baddest motherfucker to step foot inside the 1WM ropes is holding it right now.
Jack looks back at his fellow Kali Kartel fans who are both nodding their head. Jack turns back to the camera, adjusting the belt on his shoulder.
JACK RIGGS: Tom Brody, you are a big, tough and impressive dude. I'm not gonna take anything away from you. We are gonna throw some fuckin' hands and we are gonna do some damage. These motherfuckers in Boston are gonna see some real violence but are you leaving with my strap? Fuck no. Are you gonna get a win and be a big man tonight? Fuck no. Are you gonna get your face smashed and your back pinned to the mat? Maybe... Or maybe I'll make you tap the fuck out. Only time will tell but the one thing that is certain is I'm leaving Boston with my belt and maybe with a few new brusies from big bro Tommy. I'm looking forward to it, my dude. Let's fuckin' do this.
Jack slaps the belt on his shoulder before grabbing his hat out of his locker room, throwing it on his head and storming out of the locker room as Eric and Dexter watch him head out before the the scene fades away.
"Bakersfield Butcher" Jack Riggs