Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2017 22:41:52 GMT
*Greg Ward Sr. is in his office writing and making plans for G-1 until he gets a knock on the door*
Greg Sr: Donata? (Who is it?)
Secretary: Ward-san no tame no pakkēji ga arimasu. (There's a package for you Mr. Ward.)
Greg Sr: Dōzo irasshai. (Come on in.)
*The secretary opens the door and Perro, Phantom, and Mr. Jones comes in with a package.*
Greg Sr: Boys! What do I owe this surprise?
*Perro looks at the secretary*
Perro: Watashitachi wa koko kara sore o toru koto ga dekimasu. Arigatōgozaimashita. (We can take it from here. Thank you.)
*The secretary closes the door behind her.*
Perro: It's here.
Greg Sr: Excellent. Let's open her up.
*Mr. Jones sets the package on the table and opens it. Greg Sr looks inside and pulls out the G-1 Openweight 6-Man Tag Team Championship belts.*
Greg Sr: Ah Yes. Boys, these are one of your goals, is it not?
Mr. Jones: It sure is unc. Why not just give them to us?
Perro: Because that's not our code.
Greg Sr: And they say you don't listen to me.
*Greg Sr walks over to his desk holding one of the belts as Perro takes a seat.*
Greg Sr: I know things haven't gone according to plan in your life lately but I want G-1 to be the place where you'll finally find a home. So win these titles as soon as possible.
Mr. Jones: You ain't said nothing but a word unc. We are the unofficial G-1 6-Man Tag Team Champions. Ain't nobody can touch us. Matter of fact, ain't nobody fucking with the Pack. No Body. We going to take these championship belts and run this bitch, you hear me cuzzo?
*Perro remains silent with a focus look in his eyes.*
Greg Sr: Fellas, give us a moment.
Mr. Jones: Alright unc.
Phantom: Yes sir.
*Phantom and Jones leaves as Greg Sr gets a drink for him and his son. He hands the drink to him and sits on his desk in front of Perro.*
Greg Sr: I know what's on your mind son. You left CWF because you didn't want to wait 5 to 10 years to finally get what should've been yours. You left EAW and EWC because you was too burnt out. And the only reason you left Seattle Pro is because you wanted to chase our dreams with me. And now, we are still trying to reach our goals despite everyone telling us to quit. And we won't. This is our dream. We now have a chance to finally have the big spotlight and we get to share it with others or never had the be spotlight on them. This is our shot son. We can't let setbacks to distract us. Understand?
Perro: I understand.
*Perro finishes his drink and heads for the door.*
Perro: Remember what I wanted to do if this never worked when I was a kid?
Greg Sr: Yes. (Laughs) You wanted to be a Right Fielder or Left Fielder.
Perro: Yeah. Either I become the savior of G-1 or I become the next baseball superstar. Whatever works for me.
*Perro leaves the office*
Greg Sr: Son, you have no idea how big you're going to be in G-1. No Idea.
*Fin*
Greg Sr: Donata? (Who is it?)
Secretary: Ward-san no tame no pakkēji ga arimasu. (There's a package for you Mr. Ward.)
Greg Sr: Dōzo irasshai. (Come on in.)
*The secretary opens the door and Perro, Phantom, and Mr. Jones comes in with a package.*
Greg Sr: Boys! What do I owe this surprise?
*Perro looks at the secretary*
Perro: Watashitachi wa koko kara sore o toru koto ga dekimasu. Arigatōgozaimashita. (We can take it from here. Thank you.)
*The secretary closes the door behind her.*
Perro: It's here.
Greg Sr: Excellent. Let's open her up.
*Mr. Jones sets the package on the table and opens it. Greg Sr looks inside and pulls out the G-1 Openweight 6-Man Tag Team Championship belts.*
Greg Sr: Ah Yes. Boys, these are one of your goals, is it not?
Mr. Jones: It sure is unc. Why not just give them to us?
Perro: Because that's not our code.
Greg Sr: And they say you don't listen to me.
*Greg Sr walks over to his desk holding one of the belts as Perro takes a seat.*
Greg Sr: I know things haven't gone according to plan in your life lately but I want G-1 to be the place where you'll finally find a home. So win these titles as soon as possible.
Mr. Jones: You ain't said nothing but a word unc. We are the unofficial G-1 6-Man Tag Team Champions. Ain't nobody can touch us. Matter of fact, ain't nobody fucking with the Pack. No Body. We going to take these championship belts and run this bitch, you hear me cuzzo?
*Perro remains silent with a focus look in his eyes.*
Greg Sr: Fellas, give us a moment.
Mr. Jones: Alright unc.
Phantom: Yes sir.
*Phantom and Jones leaves as Greg Sr gets a drink for him and his son. He hands the drink to him and sits on his desk in front of Perro.*
Greg Sr: I know what's on your mind son. You left CWF because you didn't want to wait 5 to 10 years to finally get what should've been yours. You left EAW and EWC because you was too burnt out. And the only reason you left Seattle Pro is because you wanted to chase our dreams with me. And now, we are still trying to reach our goals despite everyone telling us to quit. And we won't. This is our dream. We now have a chance to finally have the big spotlight and we get to share it with others or never had the be spotlight on them. This is our shot son. We can't let setbacks to distract us. Understand?
Perro: I understand.
*Perro finishes his drink and heads for the door.*
Perro: Remember what I wanted to do if this never worked when I was a kid?
Greg Sr: Yes. (Laughs) You wanted to be a Right Fielder or Left Fielder.
Perro: Yeah. Either I become the savior of G-1 or I become the next baseball superstar. Whatever works for me.
*Perro leaves the office*
Greg Sr: Son, you have no idea how big you're going to be in G-1. No Idea.
*Fin*