Poet Justice Posted December 11, 2018 Share Posted December 11, 2018 http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/SWF2banner_zps2338f30e.jpg Supreme Wrestling Federation HQ January 2016 Richard Eisen, SWF Owner There was a quiet knock on Eisen's office door. "Come in." Richard Eisen was an aging man. The past few years took a devastating toll on the once robust wrestling promoter; these days, he was feeble, even pathetic. His once dark hair had all but greyed, and the hands that once formed the mighty fists that clenched the world of professional wrestling now shook in sickly fashion at the simplest of tasks. "Hey Dad." Jerry Eisen, interim SWF head booker Eisen grunted in acknowledgement of his eldest, looking back down at the paperwork that was on his desk. Jerry hesitates, noticing that his father is preoccupied. "The Patriots won today..." said Jerry. "I know," said Eisen, without looking up at his son. "...uh...Brady threw for 4 touchdowns. Gronk had a pretty big run after catch today as well..." Seeing his dad's reluctance, Jerry stops talking. Eisen finishes signing off on some documents, and slowly looks up. He takes a deep sigh. "I know that's not why you're here, son." Jerry nervously darts his eyes left to right. Avoiding eye contact, Jerry nods, resigned. "No, that isn't why I'm here..." For the past four months, Jerry Eisen had been serving as the temporary head booker for SWF. In place of the unceremoniously fired Peter Michaels, Jerry had done an admirable job; he had a demonstrable record for his tireless work in making SWF watchable after the infamous "Black Wednesday" departures. Still, he lacked the talent and creativity that previous bookers Michaels and Sam Keith had shown, and even blatant nepotism could not justify a permanent position for Jerry. "You see, I just got off the phone with the SWF Board of Directors..." "I see." "Well, they haven't been too pleased with recent numbers. Viewership is at historical lows, our sponsorships are pulling out and there seems to be a lack of interest for our current storylines." "I mean what do they expect? We lost Marat, Parsons, Frehley...Faith...and we haven't exactly replaced them." "No...we haven't. But the Board doesn't understand...or care about all that. They're just worried about their own bottom line." Richard Eisen clenched his jaw. The Board of Directors were a pain in his ass. It constantly undermined his decisions, now that its members were majority owners of the company that he founded. They were mostly venture capitalists with only an introductory understanding to professional wrestling. These fat rats looked down on men like Eisen, saw him as a carny and a grifter, all while simultaneously exploiting his creation for their own profit. The Board, Allen Packer, BriCo...he hated all of them. At least with Sam Strong and Tommy Cornell, he still damn respected them. "Anyways, listen Dad. They've picked Peter's replacement..." Eisen's eyes widened. "That's not THEIR decision to make!" exclaimed Eisen. "I wish it wasn't...but it's basically their company now..." "It DOESN'T matter. They don't know SQUAT about this business. And now they want to hand over the reigns to some inept YES MAN?" Furious, Eisen pounds his desk. His papers fly across the room. "To their credit...they told me they wanted the best creative mind they could find. 'Someone with a empirical track record to write the best episode of wrestling each week,' they said." "What do they know about good pro wrestling?" Jerry sighs. A sense of impending doom fills the owner's son. "Well, they were pretty enamored by DaVE's rise. They saw how the small New York company was able to compete with us and HGC/TCW despite its significantly smaller assets. To be fair, they aren't entirely wrong, in its prime, DaVE was prolific." "Oh GOD...they hired VILBERT? That New Yorker COCKROACH???" "No...worse..." <div style="background-color:#ffffff;color:black;border-style:solid;border-width:2px";"> HEADLINE: John "Nemesis" Campbell Announced as SWF's new 'Head of Creative' John 'Nemesis' Campbell by Meltzer Alvarez BRIDGEPORT, Mass. A brief press conference announced the hiring of former DaVE head booker John 'Nemesis' Campbell as Supreme Wrestling Federation's new 'Head of Creative'. This marks the return of Campbell, who was last employed by SWF in 1997, and was subsequently fired after an incident with former Total Championship Wrestling owner Tommy Cornell. "I'm pleased to return to where it started," said Campbell. "I know it's easy to dwell on the past, but I think it's important to talk about SWF moving forward. I have big plans to shake things up, you're definitely going to want to tune in for Supreme TV every Tuesday." It is unknown whether SWF owner Richard Eisen, who has vocally denounced Campbell in the past, was on board for the hiring. For the past five years, Campbell had been serving as the head booker for local Southern California wrestling promotion, Invincible Pro Wrestling. Tags: Nemesis | SWF | Eisen | hirings </div> To be continued... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Poet Justice Posted December 11, 2018 Author Share Posted December 11, 2018 <p></p><div style="text-align:center;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><span>http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/SWF2banner_zps2338f30e.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><strong> Supreme Assault TV</strong></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><strong> February 1997 </strong></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><img alt="0EFTINC.png" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/0EFTINC.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:8px;"><strong>Announce Team</strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><img alt="uwpdGLB.png" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/uwpdGLB.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="S8HFLXN.png" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/S8HFLXN.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:8px;">Peter Michaels & Danny Jillefski</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> The straight-shooting Peter Michaels and the always-sardonic Danny Jillsefski are discussing the night's main event, a battle royal to determine the #1 contender for Christian Faith's World Heavyweight Championship. Just finished in the ring is a squash of Gene Curtis at the hands of Jim Force. The face-painted, muscle-bound star is flexing as the ringside workers clean off the sweat in preparation on the next match. Michaels sells Bruce the Giant's impressive size and strength, while Jillsefski annoyingly roots for the heel Sam Keith to regain his title. </span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><img alt="K5RgShI.png" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/K5RgShI.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:8px;">Nemesis</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> Backstage, Nemesis is preparing for his match. He has a pre-match usual routine: stretch, whiskey, water, piss, walk to the ring...sometimes in a different order. He's composed, ready for this "throw-away" match.</span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><img alt="JxhFwA4.png" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/JxhFwA4.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:8px;">Tommy Cornell</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> On the other side of the locker room, youngster Tommy Cornell is wrapping his wrists in white tape. He's a bit jittery, as the 18 year old "Wonder Boy" is facing his biggest opponent to date. The veteran road agent, Chief Twin Eagles approaches Cornell, putting a hand on his shoulder in a fatherly fashion.</span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> "Tommy, listen. I know you're nervous, it's your biggest match to date. But take it like any other match, remember what we went over before the show."</span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> Tommy awkwardly nods.</span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> "Yeah...yeah, I got it."</span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> "Now, John's a great opponent, but he has a...he has a tendency to do things he's not asked to do...when he's in the ring."</span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> The young Brit seems puzzled.</span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> "Anyways, Tommy, don't let it worry you. Just do as your told, and you'll be fine."</span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> Twin Eagles gives Cornell a reassuring pat on the back and then moves on to talk to the rest of the roster about the main event battle royal. </span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div><span>http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/SWF2banner_zps2338f30e.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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