Post by Sang Réal on Feb 3, 2014 16:11:10 GMT -6
It is a gorgeous day. The sun is shining and there is not a cloud in the sky. It is a great day on the perfectly maintained golf course. Some people wonder the course, others are at the putting range and some are at the club house having lunch or drinking or whatever.
Two men are standing on the green playing golf. One is tall, with dark hair and the other is shgorter, with more of a dirty blonde hair. It is Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, the tag team known as Sang Réal.
Krown is pulling off the traditional badly dressed golfer look with the shorts and t-shirt and sweater vest looking top and visor hat. Murphy is wearing pants and a golf shirt, and his signature sunglasses, the gold, round framed ones he usually wears.
Krown lines up a shot and reels back, taking his swing. With a loud “thwack” sound, the ball goes sailing through the air. He points the golf club like a gun, and then pretends to fire, before turning back to the golf cart. Krown slides the club back into his golf back and gestures for Murphy to take his shot, almost with a bow as he points to the tee.
Murphy sets his drink down on the golf cart and pulls out a club. He looks it over for a moment, and then puts it back before he draws the club he wants. Taking his ball, he sets it down and lines up the shot, then swings and sends the ball flying.
Murphy: “Good morning. For those of you who are unaware of who we are, I am Connor Murphy and this is Gabriel Krown.”
Krown waves as he climbs into the golf cart.
Murphy: “And together, we are Sang Réal.”
Krown: "That is pronounced "re-all", not "reel", "re-all", there is an accent mark over the "e", making it a long "e" sound. Sang Real does not mean a damn thing. Sang Réal, however, means something."
Murphy: "And this week, Ashley and Bethany Kenyon, K.I.S.S., you two are going to learn what it means."
Krown: “And apparently the only non-sibling tag team currently employed here in the Unchained Wrestling Allliance, as well as the only one NOT named after our entrance music, or nicknamed after our entrance music. Now, granted, if we used Queen’s “Princes of the Universe”, we could pull it off, but I digress. Although I suppose it is nice they didn’t just go with the Worley Boys or Worley Brothers or the Kenyon Sisters or what have you.”
Murphy: “We are also apparently, the only team here that cannot be considered white trash or skanks.”
Krown: "Unlike the other two tag teams here."
Murphy holds up the gold club in his hand.
Murphy: “This golf club and the set it belongs to probably costs more than the Cornbeard Mafia’s education, if they even have one, and maybe less that all the tattoos K.I.S.S. has, which, to be fair, makes them look like skanks.”
Krown chuckles and shakes his head.
Krown: “Like you wouldn’t tap that?”
Murphy shrugs and shakes his head.
Murphy: “Maybe. I don’t really know. Never been all that into tattoos, and they do not look clean.”
The technical half of Sang Réal raises his hands, signaling his brawler style partner to stop.
Krown: “Whoa, save the rating for the special.”
Murphy: “Fine.”
Krown: “No, see, we actually hold ourselves to standards. We are not in this for the money, although, the money is good. This is a job after all. Nor are we in this because we were just drunk on the moonshine and stumbled into wrestling in search of tail. We were born into it.”
Murphy: “You see, ladies, and I use that term loosely, our fathers became legends in this business. They built legacies, made their names mean something. And this was back in the day when it was a lot harder to do, because they did not get to be on television or the Internet or pay-per-views. They were on the road nearly every week, making this business what it is today.”
Krown: “World championships, long hours on the roads, missing birthdays and holidays and whatnot, you know the drill, traveling through various territories for sometimes maybe a third of what we make, if it was a good show, of what we make today, without t-shirt sales or endorsements or whatever.”
The two men climb into the golf cart, with Krown driving. Murphy holds his drink as the cart drive along.
Murphy: “And then our brothers tried to make it in this business and they did meet with a degree of success. They both managed to become world champions, but they did have a few issues.”
Krown: “Well mine went full on nuthouse crazy, and yours discovered the joy of drugs, alcohol and women of questionable legal age willing to do a lot, especially Asian girls.”
The son of Irish-born legend Sheamus Murphy turns and lowers his sunglasses a bit as he looks at his tag team partner, the heir apparent to the Krown wrestling dynasty.
Murphy: “They did not need to know that.”
Krown: “Well it isn’t like it is a huge secret. I think that information is on Wikipedia or Google.”
Shaking his head, Murphy pushes his glasses back up. The cart stops and Krown steps out. Murphy takes a drink while Krown selects a club and goes to find his ball. Sang Réal’s technician takes his shot, knocking the ball towards the green. Murphy exits the cart and looks through his clubs before he chooses one and goes to his ball, swinging and knocking it onto the green.
Murphy: “You see, K.I.S.S., we were born into this business. This is all we ever planned on doing with our lives. We were born and raised to be wrestlers. Our brothers failed the family legacies, but we have no intention of doing that.”
Krown: “It helps that Blockbuster isn’t really around anymore as I can’t attack their employees because I don’t like a DVD cover, like my brother did. It is very helpful.”
Krown tosses his club to Murphy, who slides both of them into the golf bags and climbs into the cart. The two head to the green.
Murphy: “Now sure, we could try and go for single’s careers, but while that may help add to the family legacy, it does not really help us achieve anything of our own. So, with that in mind, we decided to form a tag team, and become the best tag team in wrestling today. We will be the best tag team in UWA and that starts this week at Monday Night Mayhem.”
Krown: “We got a similar background and family story, so it works. Now we have every intention of becoming the UWA Tag Team Champions as soon as those become things. We’re going to be the best, because were born to be the best.”
Murphy: “K.I.S.S., this is not sexism, because I look at you and I don’t see girls or ladies, but I see skanks, and I am sure you are very nice skanks, and I am into skanks, but I do have standards of skankiness that I will go for, and you do not strike me as being clean, so it is not sexism. It is simple genetics. We were born to be wrestlers. It is in our very blood. We were just born better than you two clearly were.”
The cart stops.
Krown: “We’ve been doing this since we were kids. We learned on the roads and in locker rooms in high school gyms and auditoriums all over the country. Most kids went to summer camp or a beach. Our summers were spent on the roads with our dads. We saw…things…”
As he talks, Krown sort of spaces out and looks out into the distance. Murphy snaps his fingers, trying to wake up Krown, who blinks a bit.
Krown: “Oh, hey. What’s up?”
Murphy just shakes his head and gets into the cart.
Murphy: “Anyway, this isn’t a job to us or a way to make a quick buck or whatever you two for hire girls think this is. This is who we are. This is what we do.”
Krown enters the cart and the two head off to the green.
Krown: “You look at our name, Sang Réal, the Old French word for “Royal Blood”. It is not just something we picked because we liked a song title. It is where they get the Holy Grail being the bloodline of Jesus idea, due to a possible mistranslation as which moves the G to the next word and makes it Holy Grail. For us, it is an idea, a way of life. Nice cars, first class flights, fancy restaurants, all the good things in life, and, of course, becoming the UWA Tag Team Championships.”
Murphy: “Ladies, and again, I use the term loosely, at Monday Night Mayhem, we make our official debut in UWA and we have every intention of making it successful.”
Krown: “What you may or may not realize is that there are only three real teams in UWA, the two of you, the hicks and us. So it is a small playing field. But, it is more than likely going to get bigger, either with more teams growing or by singles wrestlers just joining into a tag team because they have nothing else going on, which happens a lot. But, before that happens, we plan to have proven we are the best.”
The golf cart stops at the green. Krown and Murphy step out. Krown grabs a club and goes to his ball. He hits the ball, but it falls short of the green. Looking frustrated, he moves to his ball and knocks it again, but it misses the hole. He finally manages to get it in, looking as if he is about to snap, but manages to calm himself down. Annoyed, he walks back to the cart and roughly slides his club back into the bag.
Murphy: “Kenyon sisters, as I said, this is a matter of genetics. We are born and bred wrestlers, born into his business and trained since we were children to be wrestlers. We are going to prove that we are the best tag team in the Unchained Wrestling Alliance. That’s Murphy’s Law.”
The Irish-descended wrestler, Connor Murphy, talks to the back of the goldcart and takes out one of the golfclubs. He steps over to his ball and knocks it into the hole. Krown looks on, a little annoyed, but manages to recover and grabs his ball from the hole. Murphy walks back to the cart after taking his ball from the hole and replaces his club. He takes his drink off the cart.
Krown: “This is who were are, and this is what we do. We are the next first UWA Tag Team Championships, and we will prove why at Monday Night Mayhem and that’s Checkmate.”
The former ACW Specialist and Tag Team Champion raises his glass.
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And we were born better than you.”
The scene fades out as the two second generation wrestlers climb into the golf cart and head off to the next hole.
Two men are standing on the green playing golf. One is tall, with dark hair and the other is shgorter, with more of a dirty blonde hair. It is Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, the tag team known as Sang Réal.
Krown is pulling off the traditional badly dressed golfer look with the shorts and t-shirt and sweater vest looking top and visor hat. Murphy is wearing pants and a golf shirt, and his signature sunglasses, the gold, round framed ones he usually wears.
Krown lines up a shot and reels back, taking his swing. With a loud “thwack” sound, the ball goes sailing through the air. He points the golf club like a gun, and then pretends to fire, before turning back to the golf cart. Krown slides the club back into his golf back and gestures for Murphy to take his shot, almost with a bow as he points to the tee.
Murphy sets his drink down on the golf cart and pulls out a club. He looks it over for a moment, and then puts it back before he draws the club he wants. Taking his ball, he sets it down and lines up the shot, then swings and sends the ball flying.
Murphy: “Good morning. For those of you who are unaware of who we are, I am Connor Murphy and this is Gabriel Krown.”
Krown waves as he climbs into the golf cart.
Murphy: “And together, we are Sang Réal.”
Krown: "That is pronounced "re-all", not "reel", "re-all", there is an accent mark over the "e", making it a long "e" sound. Sang Real does not mean a damn thing. Sang Réal, however, means something."
Murphy: "And this week, Ashley and Bethany Kenyon, K.I.S.S., you two are going to learn what it means."
Krown: “And apparently the only non-sibling tag team currently employed here in the Unchained Wrestling Allliance, as well as the only one NOT named after our entrance music, or nicknamed after our entrance music. Now, granted, if we used Queen’s “Princes of the Universe”, we could pull it off, but I digress. Although I suppose it is nice they didn’t just go with the Worley Boys or Worley Brothers or the Kenyon Sisters or what have you.”
Murphy: “We are also apparently, the only team here that cannot be considered white trash or skanks.”
Krown: "Unlike the other two tag teams here."
Murphy holds up the gold club in his hand.
Murphy: “This golf club and the set it belongs to probably costs more than the Cornbeard Mafia’s education, if they even have one, and maybe less that all the tattoos K.I.S.S. has, which, to be fair, makes them look like skanks.”
Krown chuckles and shakes his head.
Krown: “Like you wouldn’t tap that?”
Murphy shrugs and shakes his head.
Murphy: “Maybe. I don’t really know. Never been all that into tattoos, and they do not look clean.”
The technical half of Sang Réal raises his hands, signaling his brawler style partner to stop.
Krown: “Whoa, save the rating for the special.”
Murphy: “Fine.”
Krown: “No, see, we actually hold ourselves to standards. We are not in this for the money, although, the money is good. This is a job after all. Nor are we in this because we were just drunk on the moonshine and stumbled into wrestling in search of tail. We were born into it.”
Murphy: “You see, ladies, and I use that term loosely, our fathers became legends in this business. They built legacies, made their names mean something. And this was back in the day when it was a lot harder to do, because they did not get to be on television or the Internet or pay-per-views. They were on the road nearly every week, making this business what it is today.”
Krown: “World championships, long hours on the roads, missing birthdays and holidays and whatnot, you know the drill, traveling through various territories for sometimes maybe a third of what we make, if it was a good show, of what we make today, without t-shirt sales or endorsements or whatever.”
The two men climb into the golf cart, with Krown driving. Murphy holds his drink as the cart drive along.
Murphy: “And then our brothers tried to make it in this business and they did meet with a degree of success. They both managed to become world champions, but they did have a few issues.”
Krown: “Well mine went full on nuthouse crazy, and yours discovered the joy of drugs, alcohol and women of questionable legal age willing to do a lot, especially Asian girls.”
The son of Irish-born legend Sheamus Murphy turns and lowers his sunglasses a bit as he looks at his tag team partner, the heir apparent to the Krown wrestling dynasty.
Murphy: “They did not need to know that.”
Krown: “Well it isn’t like it is a huge secret. I think that information is on Wikipedia or Google.”
Shaking his head, Murphy pushes his glasses back up. The cart stops and Krown steps out. Murphy takes a drink while Krown selects a club and goes to find his ball. Sang Réal’s technician takes his shot, knocking the ball towards the green. Murphy exits the cart and looks through his clubs before he chooses one and goes to his ball, swinging and knocking it onto the green.
Murphy: “You see, K.I.S.S., we were born into this business. This is all we ever planned on doing with our lives. We were born and raised to be wrestlers. Our brothers failed the family legacies, but we have no intention of doing that.”
Krown: “It helps that Blockbuster isn’t really around anymore as I can’t attack their employees because I don’t like a DVD cover, like my brother did. It is very helpful.”
Krown tosses his club to Murphy, who slides both of them into the golf bags and climbs into the cart. The two head to the green.
Murphy: “Now sure, we could try and go for single’s careers, but while that may help add to the family legacy, it does not really help us achieve anything of our own. So, with that in mind, we decided to form a tag team, and become the best tag team in wrestling today. We will be the best tag team in UWA and that starts this week at Monday Night Mayhem.”
Krown: “We got a similar background and family story, so it works. Now we have every intention of becoming the UWA Tag Team Champions as soon as those become things. We’re going to be the best, because were born to be the best.”
Murphy: “K.I.S.S., this is not sexism, because I look at you and I don’t see girls or ladies, but I see skanks, and I am sure you are very nice skanks, and I am into skanks, but I do have standards of skankiness that I will go for, and you do not strike me as being clean, so it is not sexism. It is simple genetics. We were born to be wrestlers. It is in our very blood. We were just born better than you two clearly were.”
The cart stops.
Krown: “We’ve been doing this since we were kids. We learned on the roads and in locker rooms in high school gyms and auditoriums all over the country. Most kids went to summer camp or a beach. Our summers were spent on the roads with our dads. We saw…things…”
As he talks, Krown sort of spaces out and looks out into the distance. Murphy snaps his fingers, trying to wake up Krown, who blinks a bit.
Krown: “Oh, hey. What’s up?”
Murphy just shakes his head and gets into the cart.
Murphy: “Anyway, this isn’t a job to us or a way to make a quick buck or whatever you two for hire girls think this is. This is who we are. This is what we do.”
Krown enters the cart and the two head off to the green.
Krown: “You look at our name, Sang Réal, the Old French word for “Royal Blood”. It is not just something we picked because we liked a song title. It is where they get the Holy Grail being the bloodline of Jesus idea, due to a possible mistranslation as which moves the G to the next word and makes it Holy Grail. For us, it is an idea, a way of life. Nice cars, first class flights, fancy restaurants, all the good things in life, and, of course, becoming the UWA Tag Team Championships.”
Murphy: “Ladies, and again, I use the term loosely, at Monday Night Mayhem, we make our official debut in UWA and we have every intention of making it successful.”
Krown: “What you may or may not realize is that there are only three real teams in UWA, the two of you, the hicks and us. So it is a small playing field. But, it is more than likely going to get bigger, either with more teams growing or by singles wrestlers just joining into a tag team because they have nothing else going on, which happens a lot. But, before that happens, we plan to have proven we are the best.”
The golf cart stops at the green. Krown and Murphy step out. Krown grabs a club and goes to his ball. He hits the ball, but it falls short of the green. Looking frustrated, he moves to his ball and knocks it again, but it misses the hole. He finally manages to get it in, looking as if he is about to snap, but manages to calm himself down. Annoyed, he walks back to the cart and roughly slides his club back into the bag.
Murphy: “Kenyon sisters, as I said, this is a matter of genetics. We are born and bred wrestlers, born into his business and trained since we were children to be wrestlers. We are going to prove that we are the best tag team in the Unchained Wrestling Alliance. That’s Murphy’s Law.”
The Irish-descended wrestler, Connor Murphy, talks to the back of the goldcart and takes out one of the golfclubs. He steps over to his ball and knocks it into the hole. Krown looks on, a little annoyed, but manages to recover and grabs his ball from the hole. Murphy walks back to the cart after taking his ball from the hole and replaces his club. He takes his drink off the cart.
Krown: “This is who were are, and this is what we do. We are the next first UWA Tag Team Championships, and we will prove why at Monday Night Mayhem and that’s Checkmate.”
The former ACW Specialist and Tag Team Champion raises his glass.
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And we were born better than you.”
The scene fades out as the two second generation wrestlers climb into the golf cart and head off to the next hole.