After Show for 3.23.13

[FGA Office]

Hey guys. I figured this would be a good way to keep storylines moving heading into the "off week".

After each show, I'll post an After Show thread for each show. The idea of the After Show is to give your in-character thoughts on what happened on the show.

You got attacked? Talk about it.

You got screwed? Talk about it.

You want to brag? Talk about it.

I'm not asking for anything much. This isn't even mandatory. But 5-6 lines at the most is perfectly fine. If you want to do more than that? By all means, go for it.

If you do respond to these threads, then your character's dialogue will be used in upcoming magazine shows, DVD tapings and news reports. Again, it's just a way to keep storylines moving.

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Someplace backstage of the Court Time Sports Center where shipping crates are located stands Wayne Carruthers with a scorned expression upon his face and a wired microphone in hand. After pacing around the area within the camera frame, Carruthers stops, with his side turned to the lens. Taking in a deep breath, he quickly releases the air out of his lungs before turning around to face the camera and placing the mic to his mouth.

Wayne Carruthers: Well that wasn't fun... I spent an entire night wondering, being anxious, and having second-thoughts about what I had gotten myself into when joining this company... Why? Because I was told there was an urgent matter that had to be taken care of before I could wrestle for the company, no less just step into an FGA Wrestling ring. So what did I do? I was told that I had to find a gentlemen, whose name -- and being -- was just a gag in itself!

Carruthers pauses, biting lips as he showed his discontent about the events leading up to this moment. Carruthers arched his back, taking in another breath but in a slower pace. Staring into the camera lens, the microphone is placed back near his mouth.

Wayne Carruthers: The entire day I poked and prodded every portion of this venue... The entire day I circled this entire arena, turned around, and did it again to only find myself deeper in anxiety, deeper in fear, and deeper in frustration... And what have I now become? After this entire day, how have I shown myself to my peers? I'm just a joke to them. A joke because people thought I was running a ruse, thinking I was playing them when in reality I had been the one that got played!

Carruthers pauses again, but rather continuing to show his disdain, he slightly smirks into the camera before letting out a scoff.

Wayne Carruthers: But don't you worry though... I won't be pulling out the corny catchphrases used by wrestlers past. I won't be regurgitating the same old spiel stated by so many newcomers in this business that have become stale and cliche... Rather, I'm just gonna do what I think is best by proving my worth in that ring in due time because I don't need a microphone to do just that. I don't need electronic tweeting from birds, a book of faces, your space, or a pressing of words to do just that... I only need one match, one opportunity, to have everyone witness me, Mister Unconventional, the Wild Thing, Wayne Carruthers.

Carruthers stoically stares into the camera raising his free hand to the level of his face, slowly but repeatedly flapping his fingers to his palm, gesturing a temporary goodbye to the viewers before the scene fades to pitch black.