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October 9th, 2006, 10:54 AM
Fresh off of a match, we are taken to a pre taped vignette. Rich Storrs is sitting in a chair in the middle of the ring. It is completely dark except for a green spotlight shining directly on him. He slowly lifts his head to look at the camera. Once he sees the camera, he shows a shifty grin.
My name is Rich Storrs. And while I’m passionate about my money and investments, I’m even more passionate about wrestling. I have always dreamed of being a professional wrestler. After years of rigorous weight training and MMA training, I’m finally ready for the big time.
Rich gets out of the chair and paces several times in the ring. Then, he bounces off the ropes as he runs from one side of the ring to the other. He comes to a stop in the middle of the ring.
All my life, I lived in a mansion. But my real home is here in this ring. When I’m standing in this ring, I feel more powerful then I already am. And when I pin my opponent 1-2-3, it calls for a celebration.
Rich pulls a twenty-dollar bill out of one pocket, and a Cuban cigar and a match out of the other. He lights the twenty-dollar bill with the match and the cigar with the now burning twenty. He takes in a large puff of smoke, then lets the smoke poor out of his mouth slowly.
The entire PWW roster better watch out. When they step in the ring with me, they’re asking for a grade A ass kicking. I don’t fool around in this ring. I will win, and I will make it to the top.
Rich exits the ring and walks around at ringside. He stops, leans on the barricade wall, and stares at the empty arena seats.
And when I look down at all of those middle class people paying to see me straight off of the win, I’ll tell them… You Can Bank On That.
My name is Rich Storrs. And while I’m passionate about my money and investments, I’m even more passionate about wrestling. I have always dreamed of being a professional wrestler. After years of rigorous weight training and MMA training, I’m finally ready for the big time.
Rich gets out of the chair and paces several times in the ring. Then, he bounces off the ropes as he runs from one side of the ring to the other. He comes to a stop in the middle of the ring.
All my life, I lived in a mansion. But my real home is here in this ring. When I’m standing in this ring, I feel more powerful then I already am. And when I pin my opponent 1-2-3, it calls for a celebration.
Rich pulls a twenty-dollar bill out of one pocket, and a Cuban cigar and a match out of the other. He lights the twenty-dollar bill with the match and the cigar with the now burning twenty. He takes in a large puff of smoke, then lets the smoke poor out of his mouth slowly.
The entire PWW roster better watch out. When they step in the ring with me, they’re asking for a grade A ass kicking. I don’t fool around in this ring. I will win, and I will make it to the top.
Rich exits the ring and walks around at ringside. He stops, leans on the barricade wall, and stares at the empty arena seats.
And when I look down at all of those middle class people paying to see me straight off of the win, I’ll tell them… You Can Bank On That.