Post by jeff on Feb 8, 2022 14:10:49 GMT
(Maxwell Jacob Friedman walks through the curtain with a smile plastered on his face.)
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: I love it when a plan comes together.
(Wardlow follows him as the two walk past a table that has bottles of water on it. Wardlow manages to snag one. As he opens it, MJF grabs it from him.)
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: Thanks, Wardlow. This is just what I needed.
(Wardlow cracks his neck.)
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: I know Braun Strowman wasn't the smartest guy in the world but how did he not see that coming? Did he really think you two were suddenly going to become this generation's Colossal Connection or something?
WARDLOW: I don't know.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: We already knew Strowman was walking into Ascension with an intellectual disadvantage but now he's walking with a physical disadvantage, too. We should see Foley right now and make him give me that title. I'm serious. Nobody needs to see me compete in a… Kitchen Nightmares match.
(MJF looks uncomfortable at the thought of competing in such a match.)
WARDLOW: Something tells me Foley won't give in.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: Yeah, no shit, genius.
(Wardlow rolls his eyes as he takes another sip of water before carelessly tossing the bottle down the hall.)
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: Foley's here to mess with me and he's going to do everything in his power to keep me down while his golden boy Cody hogs the main event.
WARDLOW: Yeah.
(Wardlow looks off into the distance, uninterested.)
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: What's wrong with you?
WARDLOW: Nothing.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: Come on, big man. Let's hear it. What's wrong? That little ponytail a little too tight?
(As MJF goes to mockingly tug on Wardlow's hair, the big man grabs his arm suddenly.)
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: Hey! Easy there!
(Wardlow lets go.)
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: What the hell's your problem?
WARDLOW: Out there.
(He points towards the ring.)
WARDLOW: I could have killed those two. Easily.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: … yeah, and?
WARDLOW: You think I like losing?
(MJF is a little surprised. He takes a moment to process everything.)
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: … Wardlow, I don't give a shit if you lose every match of your WLCW career. You are not here to win matches. You are not here to win championships. You are here to make sure that I become the face of WLCW. That's it. Could you have beaten 2-point-0 by yourself? Yeah. You pretty much did after the match was over anyway. But that's not why you were out there. You were out there to make sure Strowman didn't enter our match at a hundred percent. And you did a great job, bud. Really. But you need to realize at the end of the day, your happiness is as low on my list of priorities as giving to the homeless. Got it?
(Wardlow doesn't look happy with the answer. Then again, Wardlow doesn't look happy very often.)
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: If that doesn't work for you, by all means, go. I'm sure WLCW is looking for more generic big men with no charisma. God knows there aren't enough of those guys roaming the earth.
(Wardlow doesn't respond.)
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: That's what I thought. Now let's go before this shithole of a city falls below sea level.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: I love it when a plan comes together.
(Wardlow follows him as the two walk past a table that has bottles of water on it. Wardlow manages to snag one. As he opens it, MJF grabs it from him.)
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: Thanks, Wardlow. This is just what I needed.
(Wardlow cracks his neck.)
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: I know Braun Strowman wasn't the smartest guy in the world but how did he not see that coming? Did he really think you two were suddenly going to become this generation's Colossal Connection or something?
WARDLOW: I don't know.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: We already knew Strowman was walking into Ascension with an intellectual disadvantage but now he's walking with a physical disadvantage, too. We should see Foley right now and make him give me that title. I'm serious. Nobody needs to see me compete in a… Kitchen Nightmares match.
(MJF looks uncomfortable at the thought of competing in such a match.)
WARDLOW: Something tells me Foley won't give in.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: Yeah, no shit, genius.
(Wardlow rolls his eyes as he takes another sip of water before carelessly tossing the bottle down the hall.)
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: Foley's here to mess with me and he's going to do everything in his power to keep me down while his golden boy Cody hogs the main event.
WARDLOW: Yeah.
(Wardlow looks off into the distance, uninterested.)
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: What's wrong with you?
WARDLOW: Nothing.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: Come on, big man. Let's hear it. What's wrong? That little ponytail a little too tight?
(As MJF goes to mockingly tug on Wardlow's hair, the big man grabs his arm suddenly.)
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: Hey! Easy there!
(Wardlow lets go.)
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: What the hell's your problem?
WARDLOW: Out there.
(He points towards the ring.)
WARDLOW: I could have killed those two. Easily.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: … yeah, and?
WARDLOW: You think I like losing?
(MJF is a little surprised. He takes a moment to process everything.)
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: … Wardlow, I don't give a shit if you lose every match of your WLCW career. You are not here to win matches. You are not here to win championships. You are here to make sure that I become the face of WLCW. That's it. Could you have beaten 2-point-0 by yourself? Yeah. You pretty much did after the match was over anyway. But that's not why you were out there. You were out there to make sure Strowman didn't enter our match at a hundred percent. And you did a great job, bud. Really. But you need to realize at the end of the day, your happiness is as low on my list of priorities as giving to the homeless. Got it?
(Wardlow doesn't look happy with the answer. Then again, Wardlow doesn't look happy very often.)
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: If that doesn't work for you, by all means, go. I'm sure WLCW is looking for more generic big men with no charisma. God knows there aren't enough of those guys roaming the earth.
(Wardlow doesn't respond.)
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: That's what I thought. Now let's go before this shithole of a city falls below sea level.