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"Oh, hello there, I hadn't realized that is was this late already. It quite nice to see that you fellows could make it. My name is Thurston Edward Marshall the third..."
He climbs out of his chair as the camera moves in, and you see him shake hands with someone who is off camera.
"I suppose this is about that Gladiator Wrestling Alliance that has been pestering me as of late, is it not?"
The camera shake up and down as if nodding
"Ahh, yes... It seems that they have invited me to come join to help them revive their absolutely DREADFUL lightweight division... ahh, I've seen some of the performances, and I do believe that I have seen a pair of untrained chimpanzees put on better demonstrations of mat skills than these incompetant mokes."
Thurston rises once again and stands behind the desk, strecthing out, and turns to look out the window once again.
"Well, I suppose that my opponents would like to be informed of who they will see in the future... that is, if the GWA sees the obvious talent that I have and presents me with a contract that is suitable of someone with... my prestige, my talent, and above all, my class. As I said before, my name is Thurston Edward Marshall the Third. Not Ted, not Thurston, but THURSTON EDWARD MARSHALL THE THIRD! Do not forget that! I have been educated in the finest institutions all my life... I was brought up in the fine area of Martha's Vineyard, away from the riff-raff that populates the inner cities, and, I might add, the Falconer division. I attended the finest boarding schools in the United States. I graduated from Wharton School of Business with a masters. I have a degree from Harvard Law school... both of them gained in 6 short years. My intelligence is unmatched within this or any other federation."
He pauses for a moment and ponders his next words
"I can tell that I have you hanging on my next words, my adoring fans and my future business partners... er, opponents.
The camera moves to give a profile view of him
"You must be wandering why I, a man of such power, intelligence, and savoir faire is willing to lower himself to the level of those I could face in the future. It's quite simple, as a matter of fact. One has to start at the bottom of the ladder. Today the Falconer division... tomorrow, who knows? I've conquered all that has been put before me so far, so this will be but a trifle. And after I am on top of the Falconer division... Well, we shall have to wait and see, shan't we? And a word for those in charge of writing up my contract... make it fairly lucrative... I can't be bothered with nickels and dimes. Sp when shall we schedule the signing? Not sure? Well, have your people call my people and we'll set something up. I'm a bit too busy to be bothered with you directly... good day now, I have work to do."
Thurston sits down in his chair and begins to page through a thick manilla folder. The camera continues to film. Finally he looks up at the camera again with a puzzled look on his face.
"What is the matter with you moronic peons?!?!? I said that I have work to do! Go on now, you slimy, filthy wastes of human life, get out of my office! You people and your inefficiency make me vomitous... BEGONE, you vile, insignificant...."
As the camera blinks off, you can still hear Turston ranting in the background, slowly fading out.
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