Attitude Talks 26.10.2021 (Aid, Max Thomas and The Skeleton :-p )

The show cuts to a convenient camera feed from inside The Old Crown.
D.E.A.T.H. are leaned up against the bar, reveling in their victories.
Cartwright with half the tag championships around his waist, while Max Thomas has the other half as well as the World Glory championship over both of his shoulders.
There are wide, proud grins on their faces.

Max Thomas: Damn right we are Annie.
It's called 'celebrating', it's what winners do.
Something that you wouldn't know anything about, would you Aid?
But I will give credit where credit is due.

The double champ sets down his glass of Sierra Mist and claps in the direction of the camera, Cartwright raising his glass sarcastically to join in.

Bravo Aid, bravo.
Your timing is impeccable.
You could have -easily- beat the ten count and continued the match, but you stayed out juuuuust that last little half a second too long...
And got yourself counted out.
Thus clinging on to that corporate endorsed, endless winning streak that has what...
Nine, ten asterisks by it at this point?
But still.
Still Aid, bravo on skating by yet again and delaying the inevitable.

Max's demeanor changes and he looks right down the camera lens.

I heard your little challenge Aid.
And if that's what you want.
Two no DQ matches in one night?
Against the two who nearly took you, your girlfriend, your hanger on, and his useless sister out?
Look if you want to give the wrestling industry the biggest present you ever could and retire on your birthday, I'm not going to stop you.
After all.
With that busted neck of yours, it wouldn't be hard to-

Random fan: You suck Thomas!

Max is cut off by a random pub patron voicing his opinion.
He looks irritated for just a moment but recomposes himself and sets the championship belts on his stool.
He walks off out of frame.

Max Thomas: Hey man, we're just trying to enjoy-

Suddenly the sound of a pint glass shattering off someone's skull can be heard from off screen.
Cartwright wincing then laughing at the sight.

Don't you ever talk to us like that!
Pathetic waste of-!

The sound of a very one sided fight can be heard, leaving Cartwright at the bar in shot.--

(OORP: Over to you Carty.)

Max comes back into frame as the feed returns to the lads of D.E.A.T.H., holding the random Aid fan by the head.

Before throwing him over the bar with a crash and the shattering of glass.

Max cracks his neck and wipes the blood off his knuckles onto his shirt.

Max Thomas: You know Aid you're right.
We did make a mistake leaving you breathing.
A mistake we don't plan on making again.
You want your match against Cartwright tomorrow night?
Have at it.
Because all it's going to take is one Cartwright Crash.
One drop on that bag of broken glass you call a neck.

Max finishes cleaning the rando's blood off his knuckles and looks right into the camera with an unconcerned look on his face.

You want to spend your birthday getting carried out on a stretcher?
Fine by me.
You want to spend your birthday in the hospital, being asked to flex your fingers to see if you aren't paralyzed?
Fine by me.
Because that's the reality of the situation Aid.
Whether it's the legendary Cartwright who takes you out.
Or you have the misfortune of getting into the ring with me again and I get to do the honors.
It's going to be more than just your career that dies on Attitude.
Then we can focus on taking out your pathetic little entourage one by one.

A wide smirk crosses his lips.

No pressure birthday boy.

The champ picks up his Sierra Mist and takes another drink, getting back onto his barstool.

(OORP: Any last remarks Carty?)

(OORP: Am actively paying attention to this, carry on.)

Filthy gets up and dust himself off. Filthy, Cartwright and everyone else have a puzzle reaction, as if they have heard a voice in their head from a samurai. Everyone else had a moment and wonder...



Filthy: "How odd I could of sworn I heard a voice of...never mind"

Cartwright and everyone else nod their head and agree to move on. 


Filthy: "Anyways, back to this general manager that has his favorite spoil brats, getting every opportunity! You know what Cartwright and Max? I'm going to give you guys an inside scoop. A simple recipe that was pass down by my great great great grand father. Maybe those guy's need to get their ass kick! Maybe then they will work hard the right way!"


Filthy takes off his black leather trench coat, and toss it on the ground. He then adjust his leather black gloves, making sure it fits tightly.

Guess I can now finally finish this

Super Aid wrote:Guess I can now finally finish this

Yes, I can imagine Aid sitting there for like ten minutes while the fun stuff happens, watching and wishing he was there! 8)

This is what happens when Carty and Max are in a pub or bar

hahah I think it ended perfectly!!

Max, Cartwright and Filthy are now no longer seen

Aid, Annie and Mason are shown once more in the studio

Annie Fong: What?

Mason Keller: What do you mean what?

Annie Fong: What, the, heck, did, we, just, see?

Aid: Filthy's once a year appearance.
Lets just call it that

Mason Keller: Just call it that?

Aid: Well, yeah

Mason Keller: Look what he did!
Look what he did to that truck!
And he didn't need much effort to do that!

Aid: Pity about the two guys he appeared with

Mason Keller: WHAT!

Aid: A shaking stack of bones.
Shaking in fear of receiving an even bigger beating than the one I gave him at Night Of Glory Thirty Five.
Which surprise surprise, he never told Filthy about, NOT!
And a sorry samurai.
Who fears  losing the World Heavyweight Championship for the second time.
Not to someone from outside Ring Of Glory this time.
But to me.
All this, on the same night.
On Attitude.
Tomorrow night.
On my birthday.
Here, in my home city

Aid looks towards the camera in front

Aid: And has for you Filthy.
You want to make more than your once a year appearance?
Go right ahead.
There's still time left this year for that to happen.
After I get done with those other two you're currently with.
Then feel free to come.
Feel free, to come.
And try.
To kick, my ass.
But be warned Filthy.
You had better be ready.
And prepared.
To experience what Cartwright and Max will experience tomorrow night.
When I get my hands on them

Aid looks away from the camera

Mason Keller: You challenging Filthy to fight you?
A fight that will never happen?!

Aid: We'll see Mason.
We'll see what happens first tomorrow night.
But for tonight at least, I'm done talking.
Tomorrow night, it will be walking the walk.
On what's going to be, probably the biggest Attitude show in history.
And one of the biggest shows in Ring Of Glory history period

Annie Fong: And speaking of done, this show is now done too.
So from our guest Aid.
Mason Keller.
And me Annie Fong.
Goodnight everyone.
And tune in.
To join us.
Tomorrow night.
For an historic edition of Attitude

Unknown music starts to play as the show fades out to black and ends

Ya Filthy goit. Get back up into the rafters