Post by Gentleman George on Oct 20, 2024 12:17:51 GMT
The scene opens at a post-event press conference, where Gentleman George Thompson, now the Commonwealth Heavyweight Champion, sits behind a podium with the championship belt proudly displayed in front of him. Lady Victoria Winchester stands elegantly by his side, exuding the same poise and sophistication. Flashbulbs pop as reporters eagerly wait for his response to his victory. George adjusts the microphone, offering a small, calculated smile before addressing the room.
George: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sure you all witnessed what just transpired out there. What you saw tonight was not only a victory—it was the inevitable. From the moment this Triangular Match was announced, there was never any doubt in my mind that I would leave Jamaica with this belt. You see, I didn’t just compete—I dominated. Every move, every counter, every strategy was carefully crafted to ensure one thing: that George Thompson would stand before you as the Commonwealth Heavyweight Champion.”
He leans back slightly, his tone calm but dripping with arrogance, as Lady Victoria nods approvingly.
George: “Now, let’s talk about Barry Bridges and Half-Nelson McGrath. Barry, you had your moment, didn’t you? That fleeting glimmer of hope when you eliminated McGrath with the Bridge Drop. But that’s the thing, isn’t it? Hope. It’s what keeps men like you going, isn’t it? Hope that maybe, just maybe, you can relive the glory of your past. But tonight, reality came crashing down, didn’t it? You had your hands on the prize, and yet, I was the one who capitalized. I was the one who had the final say.”
George takes a moment to look at the belt before returning his gaze to the crowd.
George: “And McGrath… the so-called powerhouse from Queensland. You may have strength, but you lacked the finesse and intelligence to finish the job. Yes, you threw me and Bridges around, but when it came to the critical moments, you simply couldn’t keep up. Strength without strategy is like a ship without a rudder, and tonight, you found that out the hard way.”
Lady Victoria steps in, her voice smooth and commanding.
Lady Victoria: “Both McGrath and Bridges fought valiantly, but this match wasn’t about survival. It was about brilliance, precision, and seizing the moment. And George did just that—he outmaneuvered both of them when it mattered most. The fact that he pinned Barry Bridges to win the title solidifies what we’ve been saying all along: George Thompson is not only the future of British wrestling, but now, the present.”
George, with a confident smirk, leans forward again.
George: “In the end, it wasn’t about who was the strongest or who had the most experience. It was about who had the intelligence to win. And tonight, I proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am not just a contender—I am the Commonwealth Heavyweight Champion. And for anyone who thought otherwise, well, this belt speaks for itself.”
With that, George stands up, draping the belt over his shoulder, and offers a final nod to the press.
George: “This is just the beginning. And to anyone who dares challenge me, just remember—what happened to Bridges and McGrath will happen to you.”
The scene fades as George and Lady Victoria exit the press conference, leaving the reporters buzzing with questions.
George: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sure you all witnessed what just transpired out there. What you saw tonight was not only a victory—it was the inevitable. From the moment this Triangular Match was announced, there was never any doubt in my mind that I would leave Jamaica with this belt. You see, I didn’t just compete—I dominated. Every move, every counter, every strategy was carefully crafted to ensure one thing: that George Thompson would stand before you as the Commonwealth Heavyweight Champion.”
He leans back slightly, his tone calm but dripping with arrogance, as Lady Victoria nods approvingly.
George: “Now, let’s talk about Barry Bridges and Half-Nelson McGrath. Barry, you had your moment, didn’t you? That fleeting glimmer of hope when you eliminated McGrath with the Bridge Drop. But that’s the thing, isn’t it? Hope. It’s what keeps men like you going, isn’t it? Hope that maybe, just maybe, you can relive the glory of your past. But tonight, reality came crashing down, didn’t it? You had your hands on the prize, and yet, I was the one who capitalized. I was the one who had the final say.”
George takes a moment to look at the belt before returning his gaze to the crowd.
George: “And McGrath… the so-called powerhouse from Queensland. You may have strength, but you lacked the finesse and intelligence to finish the job. Yes, you threw me and Bridges around, but when it came to the critical moments, you simply couldn’t keep up. Strength without strategy is like a ship without a rudder, and tonight, you found that out the hard way.”
Lady Victoria steps in, her voice smooth and commanding.
Lady Victoria: “Both McGrath and Bridges fought valiantly, but this match wasn’t about survival. It was about brilliance, precision, and seizing the moment. And George did just that—he outmaneuvered both of them when it mattered most. The fact that he pinned Barry Bridges to win the title solidifies what we’ve been saying all along: George Thompson is not only the future of British wrestling, but now, the present.”
George, with a confident smirk, leans forward again.
George: “In the end, it wasn’t about who was the strongest or who had the most experience. It was about who had the intelligence to win. And tonight, I proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am not just a contender—I am the Commonwealth Heavyweight Champion. And for anyone who thought otherwise, well, this belt speaks for itself.”
With that, George stands up, draping the belt over his shoulder, and offers a final nod to the press.
George: “This is just the beginning. And to anyone who dares challenge me, just remember—what happened to Bridges and McGrath will happen to you.”
The scene fades as George and Lady Victoria exit the press conference, leaving the reporters buzzing with questions.