The Search Has Ended

“Wild” Bill Bronson catches up with The Mad Redneck. He has just entered the CFW's training facility.

“Wild” Bill Bronson: Well folks. I am here with one of the newest members of the CFW roster…. The Mad Redneck. So, Redneck it seems you have arrived. We had heard the rumors that you may be arriving. What is on your agenda in the CFW?

The Mad Redneck: Bill, I am here after retiring the now bankrupt CFWA’s Heavyweight Championship. I am here to renew an old rivalry. I want The Management Planner. He ducked out of our previous organization before I got a chance to give him his proper butt whoppin’. I still owe him for all the grief he caused me.

“Wild” Bill Bronson: So you are starting out going after the title. Don’t you think you should prove your worth before you go asking for a title shot?

The Mad Redneck: A title shot? I never heard myself ask for a title shot. I want a piece of Planner’s behind. He knew he couldn’t beat me so he ran scared before I could show him who the better man is. In fact, I still owe him for a young man named Johnny. I bet Planner has forgotten him. He has probably forgotten all those who he stepped on, on his way to the top. Well, Planner I am here now. Try and step on a man of your equal. Oh, wait try and step on a man that is better than you. I know what he will say.

“Wild” Bill Bronson: You already know what Planner will say?

The Mad Redneck: Yes, I do. He will say that I am not worthy of getting him in the ring. It will be another classic Planner swerve. He fears me, and he should. He tried to take me out, but couldn’t get the job done. That is why he ran. That’s ok Planner keep running. I can wait. Eventually you will stop running, and when you do I will be right there to serve you with a good ole fashioned beat down. So, if you see fit throw me someone to take out on my way to getting you in the ring. I want to see the look on your face when you are slammed into the turnbuckle abdomen first, then staring up at the lights as the referee counts you out. That is if I don’t decide to make your eyes bulge when I choke you out.

“Wild” Bill Bronson: Well, I will let you go Redneck. There you have it folks. Redneck has come here to take Planner out.

“Wild” Bill Bronson leaves The Mad Redneck to his thoughts, and awaiting a response from the GM.

The Management Planner is in a meeting with some colleagues when Tits McGhee hands him a note…

TMP: “Excuse me gentlemen, it seems I have some business to take care of.”

Planner exits the room and makes his way back to his office – but is stopped in the hall by Alyssa Tyler.

Alyssa: “Mr General Manager sir, can I please talk to you about The Mad Redneck’s comments?”

TMP: “Well well well, if it isn’t Miss Tyler…I wanna be on you.”

Alyssa: “I’m sorry?”

TMP: “No matter. I was just on my way back to my office to draft a statement regarding that Redneck idiot’s interview, but I guess I’ll just have to say a few words now won’t I?

“First off, Redneck had better watch his mouth. It’s one thing to challenge the Champ, another to challenge the General Manager, but it’s another thing altogether to get the name of the federation wrong! This moron has CFWA hangover, it’s been his life for so long he probably still thinks he’s there! He’s a big dumb oaf!

“Now, to the matter at hand. I defeated Redneck fair and square all those months ago, and I’ve made the most of my success. What has he done? Won some simple title in a defunct fed? He’s living in the past, and I plan on bringing him into the present.”

Alyssa looks impressed – does she want a ticket to the gun show perhaps?

TMP: “In the real world, I am the Champ. I am the GM. I am better than Redneck. He is only in my federation to make me money – I own his ass, and I can get rid of him at any time I choose. If he thinks he’s gonna take my title away from me, he’d better think again – the consequences would be dire for him if he did!

“And I’ve not forgotten Johnny. He spends his days being looked after by specialist staff at the San Diego Disability Center. He gets to play with toys, listen to stories, and get fed by beautiful women. What 18 year old wouldn’t want that? Bottom line is, I gave his parents some money, and the whole situation is over and done with.

“But enough with such trifles. I will soon be announcing the first set of match-ups for the CWF – and you can guarantee that this stupid Redneck is gonna face some serious competition! Watch out Red, you can’t handle me. You’re going down – just as I’ve planned!”

Planner takes Alyssa’s hand, kisses it tenderly, then walks away. What a gentleman!

The Management Planner wrote:

TMP: “Well well well, if it isn’t Miss Tyler…I wanna be on you.”

LOL!!! I can't stop laughing