Post by Gentleman George on Sept 21, 2024 12:42:12 GMT
The scene opens in a quiet, upscale press conference room. Lady Victoria Winchester stands at the podium, poised and confident. Dressed in an elegant black dress with gold accents, she exudes grace and authority. With a sly smile, she addresses the gathered reporters, her voice smooth and assured.
“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. As much as the Dapper Duke, Gentleman George, enjoys his moments in the spotlight, he feels that enough of his precious time has been wasted discussing Terry Grudge. You see, George is a man of class, a man of refinement. And quite frankly, he’s grown tired of elevating Grudge’s name by simply speaking it aloud.”
Lady Victoria brushes a lock of her hair back, her eyes scanning the room with seductive confidence.
“Therefore, I’ve been sent to address all of you today on his behalf. Consider this a generous favor, as the Dapper Duke would rather focus on more important matters—such as continuing his dominance in the ring and solidifying himself as the face of British wrestling. Terry Grudge? Oh, he’s nothing more than a footnote in the illustrious career of George Thompson.”
She pauses, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
“Mr. Grudge, bless his heart, still clings to this notion that brute strength will somehow carry him to victory when they face off in England. But let’s be honest, shall we? Grudge is a relic. A man clinging to outdated values of brute force and brawling, while Gentleman George is the very epitome of technique, sophistication, and pure wrestling talent. Strength without precision is simply wasted energy.”
Lady Victoria crosses her arms lightly, her gaze becoming more intense.
“Terry can shove and push, bark and shout all he likes, but when it’s time to meet in that ring, the difference between them will be clearer than ever. George will systematically pick him apart, using his superior intellect and refined technical skill. The Gentleman’s Honor will be locked in before Terry even knows what’s happening, and soon, his time will be up—just like the rest of those who have dared to step into the ring with the Dapper Duke.”
She leans in slightly, her tone lowering to a sultry, almost teasing whisper.
“So, let Terry Grudge enjoy his fleeting moments of bravado. Let him believe, for now, that he has a chance. Because the truth is, when the match ends, Terry will realize—along with everyone else watching—that he was never truly in George’s league.”
Lady Victoria straightens up, her voice returning to its calm, assured tone.
“George doesn’t need to waste another breath on Terry Grudge, because, in the end, the results are inevitable. Gentleman George Thompson will emerge victorious, as he always does. And when that happens, Terry will learn what it truly means to face a man of class and caliber.”
With that, she offers a polite, yet dismissive smile to the reporters.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have more important matters to attend to, as does the Dapper Duke. I trust you’ll all be watching closely when the time comes.”
Lady Victoria nods to the reporters, turns on her heel, and walks away, leaving the room buzzing with anticipation.
“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. As much as the Dapper Duke, Gentleman George, enjoys his moments in the spotlight, he feels that enough of his precious time has been wasted discussing Terry Grudge. You see, George is a man of class, a man of refinement. And quite frankly, he’s grown tired of elevating Grudge’s name by simply speaking it aloud.”
Lady Victoria brushes a lock of her hair back, her eyes scanning the room with seductive confidence.
“Therefore, I’ve been sent to address all of you today on his behalf. Consider this a generous favor, as the Dapper Duke would rather focus on more important matters—such as continuing his dominance in the ring and solidifying himself as the face of British wrestling. Terry Grudge? Oh, he’s nothing more than a footnote in the illustrious career of George Thompson.”
She pauses, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
“Mr. Grudge, bless his heart, still clings to this notion that brute strength will somehow carry him to victory when they face off in England. But let’s be honest, shall we? Grudge is a relic. A man clinging to outdated values of brute force and brawling, while Gentleman George is the very epitome of technique, sophistication, and pure wrestling talent. Strength without precision is simply wasted energy.”
Lady Victoria crosses her arms lightly, her gaze becoming more intense.
“Terry can shove and push, bark and shout all he likes, but when it’s time to meet in that ring, the difference between them will be clearer than ever. George will systematically pick him apart, using his superior intellect and refined technical skill. The Gentleman’s Honor will be locked in before Terry even knows what’s happening, and soon, his time will be up—just like the rest of those who have dared to step into the ring with the Dapper Duke.”
She leans in slightly, her tone lowering to a sultry, almost teasing whisper.
“So, let Terry Grudge enjoy his fleeting moments of bravado. Let him believe, for now, that he has a chance. Because the truth is, when the match ends, Terry will realize—along with everyone else watching—that he was never truly in George’s league.”
Lady Victoria straightens up, her voice returning to its calm, assured tone.
“George doesn’t need to waste another breath on Terry Grudge, because, in the end, the results are inevitable. Gentleman George Thompson will emerge victorious, as he always does. And when that happens, Terry will learn what it truly means to face a man of class and caliber.”
With that, she offers a polite, yet dismissive smile to the reporters.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have more important matters to attend to, as does the Dapper Duke. I trust you’ll all be watching closely when the time comes.”
Lady Victoria nods to the reporters, turns on her heel, and walks away, leaving the room buzzing with anticipation.