Post by Sang Réal on Mar 20, 2015 15:44:35 GMT -6
A limousine rolls down the highway at night. Even though it is night, the city has not yet fallen asleep as its lights cancel the light from the stars.
The interior of the limo is black leather with mini-bar and fridge inside, as well as a television, which is not on at the moment.
Inside the limo sits the UWA World Tag Team Champions, Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, Sang Réal. As always, the two look like champions, dressed in suits and ties. Krown’s suit is a dark grey with a black tie while Murphy went with a black suit with a green tie and, of course, the gold, round framed sunglasses that he always wears. The two are clearly ready for a night out on the town.
Seated between them are the UWA Tag Team Championship title belts. The city passes by them as the limo drives through the city.
Murphy: “We wanted competition. We have already shown the world that we are the greatest team in the UWA by beating the entire tag team division. Now we want to continue to prove that.”
Krown: “Because, obviously, the gold and leather belts we have do not signify that we are indeed the greatest tag team in the UWA.”
With both hands, Krown gestures to the championships that occupy the middle of the seat.
Murphy: “In regards to Lacy Roberts and Bob Brooks, we do not see a tag team. We see two singles wrestlers pretending to be a tag team and challenging the greatest tag team in the UWA today.”
Krown: “And for the record, we have four wins Lacey, not two, and that is out of the few matches we had.”
The heir of the Krown wrestling family holds up four fingers to emphasize and symbolize the four wins Sang Réal managed to gain. Murphy seems to ignore this.
Murphy: “In one night, we beat three teams, K.I.S.S., formerly the best team here, Bene Elohim, who, at this point, I am not sure whose lackeys they are but have made a great career as background extras for whatever the Children of Nephilim are going on about, and the Cornbread Mafia, who seem more concerned about being honorary Sin City Knights, like you, to became the UWA Tag Team Champions. We then went on to beat the shattered remains of the Sin City Knights so badly that they had to get themselves disqualified to attempt to save face.”
Again, Krown gestures to the titles seated between him and Murphy.
Krown: “Seems like we can make a claim to be the best based on that and these titles here.”
Murphy: “You are claiming to be the best UWA Television Champion in history, which is not exactly the most humble declaration to begin with, but really, who have you beaten? You won the title off of Amy Zing, a woman who wonders why she won it in the first place. You then defended it against Pauly O’Connor, who I don’t think has won a match since he returned to be Aerynn Donnelly’s thug and then Faith, who you have to wonder why a rookie with one match to her name even gained a title shot in the first place.”
Krown: “There have been two UWA Television Champions in the history of this company Lacey, you and Amy Zing and that’s not exactly a long and storied history. Got to be honest, but declaring yourself the best champion of all time when you are only the second champion is really arrogant, and we should know, we are arrogant. But we are only declaring ourselves the best team in the UWA, not the greatest champions of all time, and there is a difference. But we could make that claim.”
Murphy: “Indeed we could. Look at the people who have held the titles before us. Quentin Sharpe and your new friend, Silver Baron, who’s pretty much just a pathetic clown at this point, and we will take credit for breaking him after his humiliation, never deserved to be UWA Tag Team Champions in the first place. Sharpe had one match as the Protector and was, for some reason, thrust into a title match with Silver Baron as his partner, which he did not deserve either and they won. They then immediately went about acting like they were the greatest team in the history of wrestling, a team the like of Frenzy, Razor’s Edge and Hell’s Henchmen, and their reign lasted almost two months longer than their nearly two month reign.”
Krown nods and takes a rather sarcastic tone of voice as he gives two thumbs up in an exaggerated way.
Krown: “No, but they beat the Cornbread Mafia in a match they never deserved to be in and then Bene Elohim, but they are totally the best team ever in all history.”
He rolls his eyes.
Murphy: “And then you have K.I.S.S., who won the titles, and then did everything else except being a tag team and defending the titles. Now, we will admit a lack of defenses on our part, and that is why we have yet to declare ourselves the greatest tag team champions in UWA history. We defend the titles, we may consider it.”
Krown: “Although considering every time these titles have been defended they have changed hands, we would quite literally need only one successful title defense to make the claim of the greatest tag team champions in history.”
Murphy nods in agreement with that statement.
Murphy: “Not exactly a high standard to meet.”
Krown: “Personally I like that a drug using slut who literally walked up to a champion and said she was going to take the title, practically demanding to be handed the title shot, is not only questioning our character, but is saying we feel like we should be handed everything because we are second generation. That’s a whole pot kettle thing. And I mean a pot like a cooking pot, not one of the many drugs you are on.”
Murphy: “Does seem a bit hypocritical of her to question our character when she is not exactly a role model.”
Krown nods.
Krown: “Indeed it does.”
Murphy: “I also like how she brought up our short-lived alliance with Kyle Travis considering that she ripped us off during that time talking about how management held certain people down.”
Krown: “Must be hard to come up with original material when you are high.”
Murphy: “What has been your defining rivalry Lacey? Was it your rivalry with Amy Zing? Is that all? You two exchanged words, she kicked you in the head twice and then you took a title from her. Now here you are, the UWA Television Champion, and yet every night Amy walks out, the crowd practically blows the roof off the place while they still jeer you. She’s still the person they pay to see. The biggest match you had was with her.”
Krown: “Isn’t it amazing that for all you thought the title would bring you, you still really do not matter compared to her? But to counter that, with or without the titles, all those worthless peasants will pay good money to see someone beat us. They probably don’t care who takes the titles from us, as long as we lose them. They don’t care that you have a title.”
Murphy: “We spent almost half a year wrestling the Cornbread Mafia in a rivalry that was nominated to Feud of the Year and had a match inside a steel cage that should not only have been nominated for Match of the Year, but should have been the match for the titles. When you look at the history of the UWA tag team division, the Sang Réal and Cornbread Mafia feud put it on the map. And then there was Ragnarok versus the Sin City Knights, back when the Sin City Knights actually mattered and were not some shadow of their former self. The only reason they won is because they made it a handicap match. And we started the year off by becoming the new UWA Tag Team Championships in one of the biggest matches in Mayhem history.”
Krown: “And then you add that Role Call is the only webshow on the UWA, it seems people want to see us.”
Murphy: “We were born into this business Lacey Roberts. Like you, we are second generation wrestlers. We grew up in this business. We traveled the road with our dads, watched them wrestle in high school gyms and arenas all over the country. We saw them win titles and make a name for themselves. There was no other job in the world for us Lacey. There was nothing else for us to do.”
Krown: “This was our destiny and these titles are our birthright. We are "royal blood".”
Murphy: “And we watched our brothers get into this business and they squandered it. They had a little success and it consumed them. So we had to carry on the family names.”
Krown: “It was sort of like when the heir apparent to a throne dies and his sibling has to take the job. It’s actually exactly like that.”
Murphy: “I look at you Lacey, and I see my brother Mark. He had success in this business and became a world champion on two occasions. He had everything going for him, the look, the ability, the charisma and the drive to be the best. But he ruined it all with dugs and alcohol and girls of questionable legality. Now I think he wrestles occasionally here and there, but is mostly passed out on some underage Japanese school girl with half a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a needle in the arm. And that Lacey, sooner or later, is where I see you ending up, a pathetic failure of a second generation wrestler desperately clinging to whatever remains of your shattered career as you start selling your drug destroyed, alcohol abused body for your next fix and trying to lie to yourself that your looks have not become that of a crack whore. Or worse, you just keep using and using and show up to shows completely wasted, barely able to stand, let alone wrestle and we all look at what a sad, pathetic waste of talent you have become.”
Krown: “You know, sort of most of us look at Silver Baron now given what happened at Tragic Engagement.”
Murphy: “When they find you dead in a few years from an overdose, no one is going to be surprised. Oh sure, we’ll all say it was a great tragedy and everyone will act sad, but in reality, no one of us will be shocked when someone finds you dead in a pool of your own vomit, just disappointed, but accepting it was inevitable.”
Krown: “Hope you started that bucket list Lacey, because you only have a few years left, but hey, at least your overdose is going to be epic.”
Murphy: “And speaking of pathetic wastes, we of course, cannot forget about Bob Brooks.”
Krown: “Even though everyone else has, and honestly, if he did not have Lacey’s coattails to ride, he’d probably already be gone.”
Murphy: “Do you remember when you first arrived in the UWA Bob, and you were ready to take on the world and everyone cheered you on, thinking you were going to make your way up the ladder to championship glory and you’ve have t-shirts and action figures and be one of the top guys here?”
Krown: “Well neither do we.”
Murphy: “The simple fact of the matter is that you have always been a pathetic waste of space Bob. You have done absolutely nothing at all in the UWA except lay out Amy Zing, get your ass kicked by Amy Zing and be Lacey Robert’s little bitch. Not exactly a Hall of Fame career there Bobby. And you think you can just walk into the ring, team with a woman who regards you as nothing more than a puppet, and beat us? That’s funny.”
Krown: “Not as funny as your belief that Lacey or anyone here likes you, or that you actually matter at all here in the UWA, or the fact that you have absolutely no friends at all, but it is still funny.”
Murphy: “Bob, when you get right down to it, you have accomplished nothing and you never will. You do not matter Bob. You never have and you never will.”
Krown: “You could literally die tomorrow and no one’s going to bother with a three minutes of silence or ringing the bell here Bobby. No one is going to be wearing a black armband to mourn the loss of your perverted ass or hold up signs saying how much they miss you or thanking you. You just don’t matter and we do not mind.”
Murphy: “You are nothing compared to us Bob. You are nothing compared to anyone. You are nothing, and you never will be. No one cares that you have a camera or that you’re a pervert whose only sexual experience is fantasizing about Lacey kneeing you in the groin after she rejects you, because even in your fantasies, you cannot score with a skank like Lacey.”
Krown: “Pretty sure you could buy a sex doll, Bob, and you still would not get laid.”
Murphy: “Who have you beaten Bob? I am seriously asking because I do not think I have ever seen you win a match at all. Maybe you have and I am just not paying attention because you are completely and totally forgettable and a worthless pathetic waste of space that has no business here.”
Krown: “And you two think you can pull together and beat us? Lacey, you would be better going alone.”
Murphy: “Lacey, you think you can take any title you want whenever you want? Maybe you can, but if you want the UWA Tag Team Championships, you need a better partner that Bob Brooks. We have worked too long and too hard to become the UWA Tag Team Champions. We have sat through too many paper champions or people who never should have been champion in the first place to win these titles and we are not about to give a shot to a team that has not earned them. We are not giving you a shot just because you said you can take the titles from us. We earned these. You want the shot, then you have to earn it.”
Krown: “The very idea that you two can somehow pull together as a tag team is a fairy tale. It reminds me of a classic German tale about the wise and majestic owl.”
Murphy: “What?”
Krown clears his throat.
Krown: “A little girl wanders lost through the forest when she comes upon and owl. The girl says to the owl “excuse me Mr. Owl, do you know where my mother is?” The owl looks at the girl and replies “Why in the hell would I know where your mother is? Are you stupid? Why do all you fairy tale girls get lost in the woods and hallucinate talking animals?” Then the owl swooped down, ripped the little girl’s face off and ate her eyeballs.”
Murphy turns to Krown, taking his sunglasses off and looking at his partner with a look of amazed confusion.
Murphy: “What the hell?”
Krown: “It’s a German fairy tale. It’s kind of dark, and something may have been lost in translation, but I doubt it. The point is, Lacey and Bob are living in a fantasy world if they think we can beat us after having teamed once, and losing the match. Reality is an owl ripping their faces off and eating their eyes in the form of us nailing Toujours Pur and beating them, proving why we are the best tag team in the UWA today.”
Shaking his head a bit, Murphy manages to regain his composure and focus on the task at hand.
Murphy: “You two are not a tag team. You’re a champion a week away from being a dead from an overdose in a gutter after ruining his career and a nobody that no one has or every will give a damn about. We, on the other hand, are a tag team, and have been for years. Not only that, we are the reigning UWA Tag Team Champions, and the best team in the UWA today. That’s Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “You can try to beat us, but you are going to fail and just be another notch on our belts, something Lacey is familiar with, but Bob has never experienced. That’s Checkmate.”
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And we are a better team than you will ever be.”
The limo stops outside a night club. People are standing in line wanting to get inside. There are also paparazzi standing around in case celebrities show up, which tends to happen.
Murphy and Krown pick up the titles as the limo’s door is opened. The two men step out of the vehicle and raise the titles as the cameras flash. The scene fades out as they walk inside the club.
The interior of the limo is black leather with mini-bar and fridge inside, as well as a television, which is not on at the moment.
Inside the limo sits the UWA World Tag Team Champions, Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, Sang Réal. As always, the two look like champions, dressed in suits and ties. Krown’s suit is a dark grey with a black tie while Murphy went with a black suit with a green tie and, of course, the gold, round framed sunglasses that he always wears. The two are clearly ready for a night out on the town.
Seated between them are the UWA Tag Team Championship title belts. The city passes by them as the limo drives through the city.
Murphy: “We wanted competition. We have already shown the world that we are the greatest team in the UWA by beating the entire tag team division. Now we want to continue to prove that.”
Krown: “Because, obviously, the gold and leather belts we have do not signify that we are indeed the greatest tag team in the UWA.”
With both hands, Krown gestures to the championships that occupy the middle of the seat.
Murphy: “In regards to Lacy Roberts and Bob Brooks, we do not see a tag team. We see two singles wrestlers pretending to be a tag team and challenging the greatest tag team in the UWA today.”
Krown: “And for the record, we have four wins Lacey, not two, and that is out of the few matches we had.”
The heir of the Krown wrestling family holds up four fingers to emphasize and symbolize the four wins Sang Réal managed to gain. Murphy seems to ignore this.
Murphy: “In one night, we beat three teams, K.I.S.S., formerly the best team here, Bene Elohim, who, at this point, I am not sure whose lackeys they are but have made a great career as background extras for whatever the Children of Nephilim are going on about, and the Cornbread Mafia, who seem more concerned about being honorary Sin City Knights, like you, to became the UWA Tag Team Champions. We then went on to beat the shattered remains of the Sin City Knights so badly that they had to get themselves disqualified to attempt to save face.”
Again, Krown gestures to the titles seated between him and Murphy.
Krown: “Seems like we can make a claim to be the best based on that and these titles here.”
Murphy: “You are claiming to be the best UWA Television Champion in history, which is not exactly the most humble declaration to begin with, but really, who have you beaten? You won the title off of Amy Zing, a woman who wonders why she won it in the first place. You then defended it against Pauly O’Connor, who I don’t think has won a match since he returned to be Aerynn Donnelly’s thug and then Faith, who you have to wonder why a rookie with one match to her name even gained a title shot in the first place.”
Krown: “There have been two UWA Television Champions in the history of this company Lacey, you and Amy Zing and that’s not exactly a long and storied history. Got to be honest, but declaring yourself the best champion of all time when you are only the second champion is really arrogant, and we should know, we are arrogant. But we are only declaring ourselves the best team in the UWA, not the greatest champions of all time, and there is a difference. But we could make that claim.”
Murphy: “Indeed we could. Look at the people who have held the titles before us. Quentin Sharpe and your new friend, Silver Baron, who’s pretty much just a pathetic clown at this point, and we will take credit for breaking him after his humiliation, never deserved to be UWA Tag Team Champions in the first place. Sharpe had one match as the Protector and was, for some reason, thrust into a title match with Silver Baron as his partner, which he did not deserve either and they won. They then immediately went about acting like they were the greatest team in the history of wrestling, a team the like of Frenzy, Razor’s Edge and Hell’s Henchmen, and their reign lasted almost two months longer than their nearly two month reign.”
Krown nods and takes a rather sarcastic tone of voice as he gives two thumbs up in an exaggerated way.
Krown: “No, but they beat the Cornbread Mafia in a match they never deserved to be in and then Bene Elohim, but they are totally the best team ever in all history.”
He rolls his eyes.
Murphy: “And then you have K.I.S.S., who won the titles, and then did everything else except being a tag team and defending the titles. Now, we will admit a lack of defenses on our part, and that is why we have yet to declare ourselves the greatest tag team champions in UWA history. We defend the titles, we may consider it.”
Krown: “Although considering every time these titles have been defended they have changed hands, we would quite literally need only one successful title defense to make the claim of the greatest tag team champions in history.”
Murphy nods in agreement with that statement.
Murphy: “Not exactly a high standard to meet.”
Krown: “Personally I like that a drug using slut who literally walked up to a champion and said she was going to take the title, practically demanding to be handed the title shot, is not only questioning our character, but is saying we feel like we should be handed everything because we are second generation. That’s a whole pot kettle thing. And I mean a pot like a cooking pot, not one of the many drugs you are on.”
Murphy: “Does seem a bit hypocritical of her to question our character when she is not exactly a role model.”
Krown nods.
Krown: “Indeed it does.”
Murphy: “I also like how she brought up our short-lived alliance with Kyle Travis considering that she ripped us off during that time talking about how management held certain people down.”
Krown: “Must be hard to come up with original material when you are high.”
Murphy: “What has been your defining rivalry Lacey? Was it your rivalry with Amy Zing? Is that all? You two exchanged words, she kicked you in the head twice and then you took a title from her. Now here you are, the UWA Television Champion, and yet every night Amy walks out, the crowd practically blows the roof off the place while they still jeer you. She’s still the person they pay to see. The biggest match you had was with her.”
Krown: “Isn’t it amazing that for all you thought the title would bring you, you still really do not matter compared to her? But to counter that, with or without the titles, all those worthless peasants will pay good money to see someone beat us. They probably don’t care who takes the titles from us, as long as we lose them. They don’t care that you have a title.”
Murphy: “We spent almost half a year wrestling the Cornbread Mafia in a rivalry that was nominated to Feud of the Year and had a match inside a steel cage that should not only have been nominated for Match of the Year, but should have been the match for the titles. When you look at the history of the UWA tag team division, the Sang Réal and Cornbread Mafia feud put it on the map. And then there was Ragnarok versus the Sin City Knights, back when the Sin City Knights actually mattered and were not some shadow of their former self. The only reason they won is because they made it a handicap match. And we started the year off by becoming the new UWA Tag Team Championships in one of the biggest matches in Mayhem history.”
Krown: “And then you add that Role Call is the only webshow on the UWA, it seems people want to see us.”
Murphy: “We were born into this business Lacey Roberts. Like you, we are second generation wrestlers. We grew up in this business. We traveled the road with our dads, watched them wrestle in high school gyms and arenas all over the country. We saw them win titles and make a name for themselves. There was no other job in the world for us Lacey. There was nothing else for us to do.”
Krown: “This was our destiny and these titles are our birthright. We are "royal blood".”
Murphy: “And we watched our brothers get into this business and they squandered it. They had a little success and it consumed them. So we had to carry on the family names.”
Krown: “It was sort of like when the heir apparent to a throne dies and his sibling has to take the job. It’s actually exactly like that.”
Murphy: “I look at you Lacey, and I see my brother Mark. He had success in this business and became a world champion on two occasions. He had everything going for him, the look, the ability, the charisma and the drive to be the best. But he ruined it all with dugs and alcohol and girls of questionable legality. Now I think he wrestles occasionally here and there, but is mostly passed out on some underage Japanese school girl with half a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a needle in the arm. And that Lacey, sooner or later, is where I see you ending up, a pathetic failure of a second generation wrestler desperately clinging to whatever remains of your shattered career as you start selling your drug destroyed, alcohol abused body for your next fix and trying to lie to yourself that your looks have not become that of a crack whore. Or worse, you just keep using and using and show up to shows completely wasted, barely able to stand, let alone wrestle and we all look at what a sad, pathetic waste of talent you have become.”
Krown: “You know, sort of most of us look at Silver Baron now given what happened at Tragic Engagement.”
Murphy: “When they find you dead in a few years from an overdose, no one is going to be surprised. Oh sure, we’ll all say it was a great tragedy and everyone will act sad, but in reality, no one of us will be shocked when someone finds you dead in a pool of your own vomit, just disappointed, but accepting it was inevitable.”
Krown: “Hope you started that bucket list Lacey, because you only have a few years left, but hey, at least your overdose is going to be epic.”
Murphy: “And speaking of pathetic wastes, we of course, cannot forget about Bob Brooks.”
Krown: “Even though everyone else has, and honestly, if he did not have Lacey’s coattails to ride, he’d probably already be gone.”
Murphy: “Do you remember when you first arrived in the UWA Bob, and you were ready to take on the world and everyone cheered you on, thinking you were going to make your way up the ladder to championship glory and you’ve have t-shirts and action figures and be one of the top guys here?”
Krown: “Well neither do we.”
Murphy: “The simple fact of the matter is that you have always been a pathetic waste of space Bob. You have done absolutely nothing at all in the UWA except lay out Amy Zing, get your ass kicked by Amy Zing and be Lacey Robert’s little bitch. Not exactly a Hall of Fame career there Bobby. And you think you can just walk into the ring, team with a woman who regards you as nothing more than a puppet, and beat us? That’s funny.”
Krown: “Not as funny as your belief that Lacey or anyone here likes you, or that you actually matter at all here in the UWA, or the fact that you have absolutely no friends at all, but it is still funny.”
Murphy: “Bob, when you get right down to it, you have accomplished nothing and you never will. You do not matter Bob. You never have and you never will.”
Krown: “You could literally die tomorrow and no one’s going to bother with a three minutes of silence or ringing the bell here Bobby. No one is going to be wearing a black armband to mourn the loss of your perverted ass or hold up signs saying how much they miss you or thanking you. You just don’t matter and we do not mind.”
Murphy: “You are nothing compared to us Bob. You are nothing compared to anyone. You are nothing, and you never will be. No one cares that you have a camera or that you’re a pervert whose only sexual experience is fantasizing about Lacey kneeing you in the groin after she rejects you, because even in your fantasies, you cannot score with a skank like Lacey.”
Krown: “Pretty sure you could buy a sex doll, Bob, and you still would not get laid.”
Murphy: “Who have you beaten Bob? I am seriously asking because I do not think I have ever seen you win a match at all. Maybe you have and I am just not paying attention because you are completely and totally forgettable and a worthless pathetic waste of space that has no business here.”
Krown: “And you two think you can pull together and beat us? Lacey, you would be better going alone.”
Murphy: “Lacey, you think you can take any title you want whenever you want? Maybe you can, but if you want the UWA Tag Team Championships, you need a better partner that Bob Brooks. We have worked too long and too hard to become the UWA Tag Team Champions. We have sat through too many paper champions or people who never should have been champion in the first place to win these titles and we are not about to give a shot to a team that has not earned them. We are not giving you a shot just because you said you can take the titles from us. We earned these. You want the shot, then you have to earn it.”
Krown: “The very idea that you two can somehow pull together as a tag team is a fairy tale. It reminds me of a classic German tale about the wise and majestic owl.”
Murphy: “What?”
Krown clears his throat.
Krown: “A little girl wanders lost through the forest when she comes upon and owl. The girl says to the owl “excuse me Mr. Owl, do you know where my mother is?” The owl looks at the girl and replies “Why in the hell would I know where your mother is? Are you stupid? Why do all you fairy tale girls get lost in the woods and hallucinate talking animals?” Then the owl swooped down, ripped the little girl’s face off and ate her eyeballs.”
Murphy turns to Krown, taking his sunglasses off and looking at his partner with a look of amazed confusion.
Murphy: “What the hell?”
Krown: “It’s a German fairy tale. It’s kind of dark, and something may have been lost in translation, but I doubt it. The point is, Lacey and Bob are living in a fantasy world if they think we can beat us after having teamed once, and losing the match. Reality is an owl ripping their faces off and eating their eyes in the form of us nailing Toujours Pur and beating them, proving why we are the best tag team in the UWA today.”
Shaking his head a bit, Murphy manages to regain his composure and focus on the task at hand.
Murphy: “You two are not a tag team. You’re a champion a week away from being a dead from an overdose in a gutter after ruining his career and a nobody that no one has or every will give a damn about. We, on the other hand, are a tag team, and have been for years. Not only that, we are the reigning UWA Tag Team Champions, and the best team in the UWA today. That’s Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “You can try to beat us, but you are going to fail and just be another notch on our belts, something Lacey is familiar with, but Bob has never experienced. That’s Checkmate.”
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And we are a better team than you will ever be.”
The limo stops outside a night club. People are standing in line wanting to get inside. There are also paparazzi standing around in case celebrities show up, which tends to happen.
Murphy and Krown pick up the titles as the limo’s door is opened. The two men step out of the vehicle and raise the titles as the cameras flash. The scene fades out as they walk inside the club.