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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2024 11:57 am
Bison stood in the ring, title belt on his shoulder. He raised the microphone. "Last week... was a humbling experience. I was fighting for my life, only to have my match cut short by Omen who proceeded to choke me out. It made me realize something. The Body by Mbadi brand... Bisonade, of which we have a new flavor bodyslamming strawberry lemonade-"Bison paused for the cheering. "- I had a good long look at myself. You see it's Drako who forgot who I am...its not Omen who has forgotten who it is I am....its me.. I forgot who I am. I am not a businessman. I'm not a marketer. I am an athlete, a fighter, a dominant force in this squared circle. I have lost focus. I spent so much energy building my brand that I have neglected my training. I've put a stop to that. I looked in the mirror and said 'Bison, if you're going to keep your career as a competitor, you need to find someone who can maintain your brand. Who can handle the business side...you need a wise man who handle your brand...a brand ambassador.' So...without further ado...allow me to introduce the new...Brand Ambassador of Body by Mbadi!"Bison motioned to the ramp.
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2024 1:56 pm
WHO GETTING THAT DOUGH? (DOUGH) WHO GETTING THAT CAKE? (CAKE) WHO GETTING THAT BREAD? (BREAD) PUT A TICKET ON YOUR HEAD IF YOU CAN'T RELATE (LATE) Hunnid Stax by Ab-Soul Blasted across the speakers, as the Titantron displayed an airplane hitting the tarmac. Stock photo dollar bills fell from the top of the screen as two golden dollar signs appeared, the words FIRST CLASS AGENCY displayed underneath. Off to the side of the stage 2 air cannons went off, launching dollar bills across the stage and the first few rows of the audience off the ramp. Boos erupted as the recognition of a certain slimeball became evident. Rosario walked out from the back, hair curled in an almost mullet manner, the sides cleanly tapered. He was clean shaven no longer wearing his ruffled beard. He wore a pair of dark jeans with a white business shirt and jacket over the top, his aging but defined chest being visible over the revealing white. He looked like business. Jr: What is this Schmuck doing out here! Is he supposed to be Bison's trusted representation? King: Of Course Jr! Look at him, this guy looks like business. Jr: Maybe Bad Business!Rosario had a microphone in hand. He reached down picking up one of the dollar bills laying on the ground and began walking down to the ring to meet his business partner. The boos continued but he wasn't bothered. Smart Marks always thought they knew what was going on, and he knew that they were always wrong. Rosario spotted one of the marks, a woman with a very angry face and stopped in his tracks, kissing the dollar bill and then graciously tossing it her way. the aftermath unknown to him as he kept walking looking once again straight at his business partner. Rolling in the ring... "Excellence...Fulfillment...Hydration! That's what we believe in. That's what we understand and that's what we achieve sip after sip. Match after Match.
See I took a break...The locker room was stale. Full of liars with no real purpose. This company became the trivial trope of two factions fighting for dominance. There was no room for real stories, conflicts, draws...Money. The focus now on which clubhouse you were in, my talent pool left to other pastures and I meandered on contract. I tried a few roles but they weren't for me. I'm not a competitor, I merely know what a competent one looks like. So I was left, watching...
Watching one of the most talented wrestlers of this generation eat through their competition. Spending years showing his worth and being denied his true reward time and time again. Either with booking, or even some of my own former talent abusing the rules. This man, This monster, This branding genius was snubbed. An absolute genius when it came to physical health. Look around, this arena, full to the brim with bottles and bottles of Bisonade.
So...Time and Time again. The fact became clear. Bison was wearing too many shoes, and even though he excelled at them all, one man only has so much time.
And see what really hurt me was that Bison was genuine. He wasn't gaming the system, he wasn't relying on his friends to elevate him. He was putting his body on the line every show and providing results. I know personally that people hate when the results teach them something new, and the new lesson was that Bison was and is this companies top guy! Hell it made me look at my own actions and say "Rosario, let's bring it back to basics. Lets show the world what pure heart raw strength looks like" And I immediately took a swig of my bisonade and found the energy to pick up the phone.
Some calls were made. Some decisions were had and now THE BOOOODY by MBAAAAADI has a partner. And I'm not just talking Walmart, Costco, Wegmanns, Tim Hortons and the Republic of Signapore. I'm talking about First Class Talent Agency, and we have a firm message for every perosn in the back....
Your time is over. Your legacies are finished. A new era has arrived. My client is going to look at every single one of you in the eyes and show you exactly what pure, raw power looks like. Every lock up will be lost, every strike will be felt, and every body will be pinned."As Rosario said those words he stood face to face to Mbadi, being firm but genuine. He then smiled before patting him on the shoulder. The man was double his size, but the power of bisonade does that doesn't it? The crowd watched on as Rosario looked at the hard camera as he raised the microphone to his mouth. "I know money is low right now but remember. This is the Wrestling Business so consider this a corporate takeover!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2024 4:58 pm
"Body by Mbadi is reaching a whole new level. With Rosario taking care of my business, I can focus on what I need to: being a competitor. Being a fighter. I will make sure no one takes this belt from me, and make sure anyone who crosses me learns real quick, that I alone stand at the top of the mountain, the pinnacle of wrestling. I AM THE MAN TO BEAT, THE FINAL BOSS. IN THE LANDS OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING, I AM THE KING. So while you buy my workout tapes from body by mbadi dot com, while you drink your Bisonade, while you wear my merchandise, you pay homage to me. As for you, Omen! Tonight, you face judgement for your transgressions and you will... HAIL, TO THE ALPHA MALE!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2024 12:24 am
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
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A voice echoed throughout the arena, as what appeared to be a holographic image of Freakshow walked out of the back.
" For those that don't know... My name is FRANKLIN E. DISASTERLY, or Frank E. Disasterly... And while I bear a resemblance to... And have similar names to one of the greatest legends in this ring to ever do it... I am not him... What I AM, however, is the WISEMAN to YOUR PRIMAL CHIEF.... "
the hologram clasped his hands together, as if praying.
There was a beat of drums, as the lights dimmed
Gemini Syndrome's 'Primordial' started to play
" Imagine anything is possible, and you're a magician Able to manifest a perfect world that you envision Primordial, do you remember at all? Does anyone recall where they came from? This incarnation is ripe for the fall (is ripe for the fall) Primordial, we were designed to evolve We're meant to overcome human nature or nothing at all Primordial There is a hidden place inside of you You would recognize as home And it has been your destination all along.... "
Out of the curtain, stepped WWFG Hall of Famer, Chrono Clepsydra, he wore a necklace with black and green skulls, carrying small bag.
Making his way down the the ring, he soaked in the moment, hearing the crowd confused about this interaction... Why was Chrono here exactly?
Grabbing a mic, he merely raised a finger as if to say 'Give me a moment of your time'
" Many, many years ago I was one of your first matches ever Bison, or rather... A version of myself that was quite... Malicious... , and you took me to the limit, but you weren't ready, not yet. But I watched you grow over time, I watched you develop... Championships, accolades, the world was yours for the taking... I know what you're thinking, why was I called the Primal Chief... You see long before I got the 'God of Time' moniker, I was the Behemoth, a Tyrannical Behemoth you see... A primitive creature of untold power... The chief part because of the leadership role I was tasked with for years...."
Chrono paused, and looked over at the Intercontinental Championship on Bison's shoulder
" And from the greatest WWFG Intercontinental Champion of all time, to the current one, you wear that championship with pride, you brought the honor back to it. But you're missing something... You have your spokesperson, your 'wiseman' and focusing on competition is great, the right step. 'But' calling yourself 'King' ? Probably not the best idea. "
Chrono took off the skull necklace, and offered it to Bison. " You... Are the new Primal Chief, I choose you as that dominant successor who will take that Intercontinental Championship, take any title you see in front of you and hold it to the highest of esteems. You say you're the Alpha Male, no... You're above that now.... And if you need a little... extra.."
Chrono spoke opening the bag he had, reaching inside, he clutched the contents and put it in Bison's hand and closed it. " You may not know what this is, but you will... And it will solidify you as 'The' Primal Chief...'
Walking away, Chrono stopped and faced Rosario and merely nodded his head in approval, before leaving.
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2024 1:04 am
Bison stared at the legend who once sparked his young career. He took the necklace. He then took the mask, raising it high as he draped the skulls around his neck.
"WWFG fans, both live here...and sitting at home.. I am Bison Mbadi. I am your Intercontinental champion...and I am...your new Primal Chief...
ACKNOWLEDGE ME!"
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