Post by Gentleman George on Sept 6, 2024 14:18:11 GMT
In an interview with the Leicester Mercury, George Thompson sits confidently, the gleaming Duke of Rutland’s Cup on the table beside him. Dressed in his signature sharp suit and bowler hat, Thompson is unfazed by the controversy surrounding his victory.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” Thompson begins, his voice dripping with condescension. “Geoff Hammill is a fine competitor, but at the end of the day, he was simply outclassed. The fact that he couldn’t continue—whether due to blood loss, exhaustion, or sheer lack of fortitude—is irrelevant. The rules are the rules, and I follow them to the letter.”
He pauses, glancing at the cup, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“I was offered the chance to accept a no contest? What kind of nonsense is that? This is professional wrestling, not a gentleman’s tea party. We step into the ring to win, not to shake hands and agree to ties like polite society at the cricket club. Hammill knew what he was getting into, just as every other competitor did. He chose to step into the ring with me, and he paid the price.”
Thompson adjusts his bowler hat, clearly enjoying the moment.
“And let me remind you, the Duke of Rutland himself presented me with this trophy. The Duke. If that doesn’t signify who the real aristocrat of this sport is, I don’t know what does. While Hammill’s blood was spilling on the canvas, I remained calm, composed, and in control. That’s what it means to be a gentleman. To have poise under pressure, to have the presence of mind to win even when the situation isn’t ideal.”
Lady Victoria Winchester, standing beside him, nods approvingly.
“As for the so-called ‘controversy,’ it’s nothing but the whining of those who can’t handle the truth. The truth is, I am the best. Whether it’s William Payable, William Miller Harris, or Geoff Hammill, I’ve proven that no one in this tournament was on my level. I’ve always said I would be the face of this promotion, and now with this Cup in my possession, it’s undeniable. King George VI Wrestling Club is entering a new era—one led by true class and excellence. And as long as I hold this title, it will stay that way.”
Thompson rises, leaving no room for rebuttal, the interview ending as he walks out, the cup in hand.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” Thompson begins, his voice dripping with condescension. “Geoff Hammill is a fine competitor, but at the end of the day, he was simply outclassed. The fact that he couldn’t continue—whether due to blood loss, exhaustion, or sheer lack of fortitude—is irrelevant. The rules are the rules, and I follow them to the letter.”
He pauses, glancing at the cup, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“I was offered the chance to accept a no contest? What kind of nonsense is that? This is professional wrestling, not a gentleman’s tea party. We step into the ring to win, not to shake hands and agree to ties like polite society at the cricket club. Hammill knew what he was getting into, just as every other competitor did. He chose to step into the ring with me, and he paid the price.”
Thompson adjusts his bowler hat, clearly enjoying the moment.
“And let me remind you, the Duke of Rutland himself presented me with this trophy. The Duke. If that doesn’t signify who the real aristocrat of this sport is, I don’t know what does. While Hammill’s blood was spilling on the canvas, I remained calm, composed, and in control. That’s what it means to be a gentleman. To have poise under pressure, to have the presence of mind to win even when the situation isn’t ideal.”
Lady Victoria Winchester, standing beside him, nods approvingly.
“As for the so-called ‘controversy,’ it’s nothing but the whining of those who can’t handle the truth. The truth is, I am the best. Whether it’s William Payable, William Miller Harris, or Geoff Hammill, I’ve proven that no one in this tournament was on my level. I’ve always said I would be the face of this promotion, and now with this Cup in my possession, it’s undeniable. King George VI Wrestling Club is entering a new era—one led by true class and excellence. And as long as I hold this title, it will stay that way.”
Thompson rises, leaving no room for rebuttal, the interview ending as he walks out, the cup in hand.