Post by fifthhorse on Jun 5, 2024 7:18:30 GMT 1
June 25th, 2024
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Eric Bischoff rubbed his head in frustration as he turned off the television. How had VICE gotten it all wrong? He was again, perpetuated to look like the bad guy; the one who had been the sole reason for the failure of WCW. He knew that Conrad would have a field day with this.
Ping.
Speak of the Devil, and he should appear, Eric thought to himself. He didn't want to get up and look at his phone, much less do a live reaction to the final episode of Who Killed WCW? He had been ridiculed for years, agreed to do the show, and now, he was probably going to be ridiculed for many more years.
Ping. Ping. Ping.
More notifications came in on his phone, and Eric knew that they weren't going to stop, so he finally stood from his spot on the couch and made his way towards where his phone sat next to a half-empty bottle of water.
Click.
Eric Bischoff rubbed his head in frustration as he turned off the television. How had VICE gotten it all wrong? He was again, perpetuated to look like the bad guy; the one who had been the sole reason for the failure of WCW. He knew that Conrad would have a field day with this.
Ping.
Speak of the Devil, and he should appear, Eric thought to himself. He didn't want to get up and look at his phone, much less do a live reaction to the final episode of Who Killed WCW? He had been ridiculed for years, agreed to do the show, and now, he was probably going to be ridiculed for many more years.
Ping. Ping. Ping.
More notifications came in on his phone, and Eric knew that they weren't going to stop, so he finally stood from his spot on the couch and made his way towards where his phone sat next to a half-empty bottle of water.
Sighing, Eric turned the phone over in his hand and read the first message that Conrad had sent him, and a surge of adrenaline ran through his body; a feeling he truly hadn't felt since the mid-nineties, at the five words that he saw on the screen:
"I'm in if you are."
"I'm in if you are."