The walls are a symphony of framed photographs, capturing moments frozen in time – the triumphant celebrations in the ring, the fierce determination etched on his face, and the camaraderie shared with fellow wrestlers. Each image is a testament to the passion that courses through his veins, a visual narration of the stories told within the squared circle.
On one wall, a collection of championship belts gleams proudly, a reminder of the countless hours of sweat and dedication poured into mastering the craft. The glint of gold and silver catches the light, casting a luminous aura that seems to echo the spotlight of the arenas he has graced.
Shelves brim with trophies, medals, and plaques, from his childhood judo career all carefully arranged like a gallery of accolades. Each piece symbolizes a victory, an accomplishment, or a milestone – a tangible embodiment of the blood, sweat, and tears that have paved his way.
The centre of the room holds a massive wooden desk, its surface a mosaic of papers, notes, and a laptop that serves as a portal to the digital world. The desk is a hub of activity, a place where strategies are planned, contracts are reviewed, and the intricate dance of wrestling promotion unfolds.
Amidst the organized chaos, a worn leather chair beckons invitingly. It's the throne where Stu-E Price orchestrates his career and makes decisions that shape his future. The chair bears the imprint of countless hours spent poring over scripts, reviewing match footage, and engaging in negotiations that propel his journey forward.
A towering bookcase lines one wall, its shelves groaning under the weight of wrestling literature, biographies, and autobiographies. These books are a wellspring of knowledge and inspiration, a constant reminder that even in the throes of success, there is always more to learn and achieve.
Stu-E Price himself is seated at his desk, a figure of contemplation amidst the sea of memorabilia. His gaze may shift from the tangible symbols of his journey to the digital screen, but the essence of his dedication and his unyielding spirit remain palpable.
The office is not just a room; it's a living archive of a life devoted to wrestling. Every item, every memory, every piece of Stu-E's past resonates with his enduring commitment, encapsulating the essence of a wrestler who has etched his mark in the annals of the sport. It’s a shame he hasn’t really had chance to show it off as much, travelling back to England so much.
“The first piece of business I need to address is that Art of War is a pay-per-view event, which generally means the shows can go even further than Havoc, if you can even imagine that!”
He smiles as he addresses his audience watching the recorded footage later.
“So in light of that, Laney will not be in Florida for the show, especially now since her Mother has made a full recovery. I was in a position where I had to step up as a father and have her more than usual, so it’s just the right time with it being a pay-per-view and her wanting to just be with her Mam for a wee while.”
There’s a pause when he finishes that last sentence, followed by a subtle change in his expression and different tone of voice.
“And you know what that means, boys? It means you two bastards have my full attention, and I don’t have to play nice. Soon as I heard the match, Legion Vs. Stu-E Vs. Draconis I knew straight away. This isn’t a triple threat match, this is a bloody handicap match!
And despite the way you both look and talk, I’m not calling you retards, what I’m saying is I don’t buy your gimmick or your schtick, you’re both a set of bastards so it makes sense you’re just going to work together against me.”
Price shrugs his shoulders.
“You Legion, are full of shit, you put an 8 year old girl in to a position you knew damn well was wrong so don’t give me that crap about that night. You’re pathetic, have some God damn balls and just admit to the World that you and Fallen went to my locker room not giving a rat’s ass who was inside. It’s the only way you’ll ever have a chance of restoring any sort of decency to your name, but life moves fast. It won’t be too long before all you’re remembered for is having your baby makers battered by a little girl.
But to be honest, maybe that’s all you deserve to be remembered for, because I’ve met better wrestlers than you in small town leisure centres in the North of England.”
He holds his arms out, almost to say ‘enough said about you’ and shrugs his shoulders.
“And then we have Billy Draconis, I mean, is that even you’re real name? Your name reminds me of the worst wrestlers in small town leisure centres in the North of England, pick out an unpopular first name and team it with something popular like Game of Thrones? You’re so bloody lazy you even call yourself Dragon. I’ve seen more creativity when Laney was 1 learning her bloody A,B,C’s!
The biggest problem I have with you is that you were willing to stand up and back Legion, which told me everything I needed to know about you. All this crap I’ve heard about you ‘just wanting to be a good guy’ is pathetic, Michael Jackson did a better job at it to be brutally honest. I even offered up twenty thousand dollars to charity on twitter and you didn’t bite, which was another nail in your coffin for me.
You’re as fake as those stupid filters Laney uses on Snapchat, and just as pathetic. I couldn’t care less about you beating me all those months ago, it was my first match since HWA closed; you were expected to do it? I even had a tenner bet with a friend because I knew I was full of ring rust!”
Stu-E adjusts his seating position in his chair, sitting a bit further back in a relaxed comfort.
“So in closing, as you can tell I reckon you two are pretty much one of the same. Both liars, both fakes, and both bastards. I’m not expecting this to be a triple threat match in the slightest, because neither of you have the required decency or the brain power for it, so I’m just coming to Art of War ready to fight both of you by any means necessary. If I must bring an equaliser, then so be it.”
There’s a much different look upon his face, one of absolute seriousness, maybe sending Laney home could be the catalyst for HWA fans to see something drastically different from the fan favourite. But whatever it is, you’re left wondering as the scene fades out.
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