Post by Sang Réal on Feb 21, 2014 18:10:56 GMT -6
Tragic Engagement, the first pay-per-view of the UWA, is coming live from Reno, Nevada, “the Biggest Little City in the World”. However, that is not where this takes place. No, for this is Las Vega, Nevada, the state’s most populated and famous city. Here fortunes can be made and lost in a matter of minutes, with one hand or a roll of the dice. Dreams are born and killed here in the bright lights of the strip.
It is here, almost half a state away, in one of the great entertainment cities of the world, in a nice hotel room overlooking the strip, Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, Sang Réal, are staying before Tragic Engagement. This is their kind of town, vibrant, with a hint of elegance and class, but still with enough flash for the arrogant second generation wrestlers.
The two are relaxing it seems inside their hotel room. The two men appear to be getting massages. Murphy’s finishes first and her stands, wrapping a towel around his waist and heading to a hot tub. He pulls off the towel, revealing a black bathing suit. Krown is still on the table, getting a massage from a lovely young brunette in a white uniform. Murphy’s masseuse, a very attractive blonde in a similar uniform folds up her table.
Murphy: “Gentlemen, greetings from beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada. Why are we in Vega you ask? Because Reno wishes it was as good as Las Vegas, just as you, Cornbread Mafia, wish you were as good as we were.”
The masseuse works Krown’s shoulder with her elbow.
Krown: “Boys, we caught your little country time jamboree promo a few days ago, and we have just one thing to say. What? I mean honestly, I didn’t understand a single word you people said. I mean for a region of the country where a vast majority of the people who complain that immigrants do not speak English come from, maybe you should learn to actually speak the language yourself instead of whatever that gibberish was. I think it was English, but I have no idea what the hell either of you said. All I really got was your neighbor have never seen a camera crew before and can only imagine that after a while, he chased them off with a shotgun out of fear that “they was stealin’ yer souls fer da devil”, then went home, had some moonshine and went to bed with his sister/wife.”
Murphy: “I’m from Atlanta, Georgia, which I am sure you can’t find on a map, but I assure you it is in the southern United States, and even I found your delightful interaction with your neighbor to be almost a stereotype, which means it was exactly what people would have expected the South to be like.”
Krown: “I think all that was missing was that barefoot girl with the tied off flannel top and Daisy Duke shorts, who may have been their sister or wife or both, the family hunting dog and the guy playing the rape banjo.”
Murphy: “That would have sold it.”
The masseuse starts to work Krown’s lower back, sliding her hands down.
Krown: “See, before we could have just accused you of being simple backwoods country folk hicks. Now we can actually state that you ARE simple backwoods country folk hicks. So it makes us look a lot better. Still jerks, but at least we are not making wild accusations.”
Murphy: “You look at us, at this room and we have class. We have a certain level of dignity and a lifestyle we are accustomed to. Look at how we dress and we look the part of champions. This room is probably bigger than the cabin you two were raised in, and costs more than your entire hometown is probably worth. We take the time and energy to look as good as we do and not just throw on whatever doesn’t mess the worst from our floors or whatever was washed in a bucket last night.”
Krown: “Ya’ll fellers is heading ta da big city, with them fancy lights what are all different colors and they’s gots more cars than just old Jed’s pick-up truck and Cletus’s station wagon thar and thar ain’t no pigs runnin’ round town fer da sharrif ta find.”
Murphy: “Now you two think that we think we are better than you, and you are wrong. We know we are better than you. We are better born, better bred and better trained.”
Krown: “It also helps that our parents were not siblings and we went to school where evolution was taught in science as opposed to a school that picks its curriculum from what the Bible teaches.”
Murphy: “We are wrestling royalty. Our fathers made their names in this business. Our brothers became champions. We have been a tag team for over two years, and we have wrestled some of the best teams out there. We have been up and down the road, been part of numerous events in countries you two could not spell, let alone find on a map or pronounce.”
Krown: “What have you two been doing? Running moonshine and wondering how the General Lee survived all those crashes, opposing gay marriage because Jesus would want a heterosexual white utopia and avoiding taxes on your still, because again, it’s what Jesus would want?”
Murphy: “It is not just about our bloodlines that make us superior to you two. It is also our lifestyle. We may play hard, but we train hard. We eat right, and we spend hours in the gym. Our fathers put that work ethic into us at a very young age and we have kept that since. We watched our brothers fall, and have no intention of doing the same.”
Krown: “There are only three teams in UWA right now. There is ourselves, the two of you and K.I.S.S. I know that is a big number for you two, but it is not a lot of teams. That means right now, all of us have to make an impact before UWA decides to throw singles wrestlers together in a desperate attempt to get more teams and start a tournament, when really, all we need is a triple threat match that can done on Mayhem. However, that’s probably not going to happen, so we need to make an impression and if we haveo use your face to do it, we will.”
The second born son of legendary Irish-born wrestler Shameus Murphy rises from the hot tub and drives himself off. He heads to the bathroom in the hotel room. Krown finishes his massage. His masseuse leaves, taking her table with her. Krown gets up and goes off camera, getting dressed.
Krown: “So while you two are down there doing whatever it is you do while a preacher gets killed by snakes or goes on about how the Christian God is better than all the others out there and Obama is the devil, we are going to be here, relaxing and getting ready for Tragic Engagement.”
After a moment, Murphy steps out of the bathroom, wearing a tuxedo. He adjusts the buttons on his sleeve and fixes his bowtie.
Murphy: “We are born champions. We look the part and we were breed for it. We were born better than you were and we are going to prove that we are better than you at Tragic Engagement. We have the style, the class, the skill and the breeding to be the best team in the UWA and we are going to prove it. We were born to be champions. What were you born to be? Nothing but peasants and that is all you will ever be to us. No matter how many matches you win, or how many shirts you sell or how loud the fans cheer for you, you two will always be peasants compared to us.”
Walking into the room, he picks up a pair of black shoes and starts to put them on. At this time, Krown steps out, also dressed in a tuxedo, adjusting his tie as he enters the main part of the room. Murphy finishes putting his shoes one and gets up. The two men head ot the door and exit the room.
Krown: “Face it Worley boys, you two are outclassed and outmatched. And, at least everyone watching this promo will be able to understand what we said without the use of subtitles. It is time we showed the UWA and the world what the Murphy and Krown names mean. We are going to make you respect them, one way or another.”
The two second generation wrestlers exit the room and head for an elevator. Murephy presses the button.
Murphy: “So we are going to spend a few days in Las Vega, just relaxing in style, take our plane to Reno, arrive at Tragic Engagement and we are going to prove that we are better by beating the two of you.”
Krown: “Because this is Las Vega, and this town loves a winner, and we were born to be winners, where as you two were born to be losers, and so Jerry Springer and Cops still have people on the show.”
The doors open and both men step in.
Muphy: “What happens here may stay here, but what we do to you at Tragic Engagement, beating you on a worldwide pay-per-view stage, that is for the entire world to see. We have you outclassed and outmatched and you do not have what it takes to win. That is Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “Face it. We are just better than you. That’s Checkmate.”
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal”
Krown: “And we were born better than you.”
The elevator doors close and the two men make their way into the city of a night on the town in Las Vegas before heading to Reno.
It is here, almost half a state away, in one of the great entertainment cities of the world, in a nice hotel room overlooking the strip, Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, Sang Réal, are staying before Tragic Engagement. This is their kind of town, vibrant, with a hint of elegance and class, but still with enough flash for the arrogant second generation wrestlers.
The two are relaxing it seems inside their hotel room. The two men appear to be getting massages. Murphy’s finishes first and her stands, wrapping a towel around his waist and heading to a hot tub. He pulls off the towel, revealing a black bathing suit. Krown is still on the table, getting a massage from a lovely young brunette in a white uniform. Murphy’s masseuse, a very attractive blonde in a similar uniform folds up her table.
Murphy: “Gentlemen, greetings from beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada. Why are we in Vega you ask? Because Reno wishes it was as good as Las Vegas, just as you, Cornbread Mafia, wish you were as good as we were.”
The masseuse works Krown’s shoulder with her elbow.
Krown: “Boys, we caught your little country time jamboree promo a few days ago, and we have just one thing to say. What? I mean honestly, I didn’t understand a single word you people said. I mean for a region of the country where a vast majority of the people who complain that immigrants do not speak English come from, maybe you should learn to actually speak the language yourself instead of whatever that gibberish was. I think it was English, but I have no idea what the hell either of you said. All I really got was your neighbor have never seen a camera crew before and can only imagine that after a while, he chased them off with a shotgun out of fear that “they was stealin’ yer souls fer da devil”, then went home, had some moonshine and went to bed with his sister/wife.”
Murphy: “I’m from Atlanta, Georgia, which I am sure you can’t find on a map, but I assure you it is in the southern United States, and even I found your delightful interaction with your neighbor to be almost a stereotype, which means it was exactly what people would have expected the South to be like.”
Krown: “I think all that was missing was that barefoot girl with the tied off flannel top and Daisy Duke shorts, who may have been their sister or wife or both, the family hunting dog and the guy playing the rape banjo.”
Murphy: “That would have sold it.”
The masseuse starts to work Krown’s lower back, sliding her hands down.
Krown: “See, before we could have just accused you of being simple backwoods country folk hicks. Now we can actually state that you ARE simple backwoods country folk hicks. So it makes us look a lot better. Still jerks, but at least we are not making wild accusations.”
Murphy: “You look at us, at this room and we have class. We have a certain level of dignity and a lifestyle we are accustomed to. Look at how we dress and we look the part of champions. This room is probably bigger than the cabin you two were raised in, and costs more than your entire hometown is probably worth. We take the time and energy to look as good as we do and not just throw on whatever doesn’t mess the worst from our floors or whatever was washed in a bucket last night.”
Krown: “Ya’ll fellers is heading ta da big city, with them fancy lights what are all different colors and they’s gots more cars than just old Jed’s pick-up truck and Cletus’s station wagon thar and thar ain’t no pigs runnin’ round town fer da sharrif ta find.”
Murphy: “Now you two think that we think we are better than you, and you are wrong. We know we are better than you. We are better born, better bred and better trained.”
Krown: “It also helps that our parents were not siblings and we went to school where evolution was taught in science as opposed to a school that picks its curriculum from what the Bible teaches.”
Murphy: “We are wrestling royalty. Our fathers made their names in this business. Our brothers became champions. We have been a tag team for over two years, and we have wrestled some of the best teams out there. We have been up and down the road, been part of numerous events in countries you two could not spell, let alone find on a map or pronounce.”
Krown: “What have you two been doing? Running moonshine and wondering how the General Lee survived all those crashes, opposing gay marriage because Jesus would want a heterosexual white utopia and avoiding taxes on your still, because again, it’s what Jesus would want?”
Murphy: “It is not just about our bloodlines that make us superior to you two. It is also our lifestyle. We may play hard, but we train hard. We eat right, and we spend hours in the gym. Our fathers put that work ethic into us at a very young age and we have kept that since. We watched our brothers fall, and have no intention of doing the same.”
Krown: “There are only three teams in UWA right now. There is ourselves, the two of you and K.I.S.S. I know that is a big number for you two, but it is not a lot of teams. That means right now, all of us have to make an impact before UWA decides to throw singles wrestlers together in a desperate attempt to get more teams and start a tournament, when really, all we need is a triple threat match that can done on Mayhem. However, that’s probably not going to happen, so we need to make an impression and if we haveo use your face to do it, we will.”
The second born son of legendary Irish-born wrestler Shameus Murphy rises from the hot tub and drives himself off. He heads to the bathroom in the hotel room. Krown finishes his massage. His masseuse leaves, taking her table with her. Krown gets up and goes off camera, getting dressed.
Krown: “So while you two are down there doing whatever it is you do while a preacher gets killed by snakes or goes on about how the Christian God is better than all the others out there and Obama is the devil, we are going to be here, relaxing and getting ready for Tragic Engagement.”
After a moment, Murphy steps out of the bathroom, wearing a tuxedo. He adjusts the buttons on his sleeve and fixes his bowtie.
Murphy: “We are born champions. We look the part and we were breed for it. We were born better than you were and we are going to prove that we are better than you at Tragic Engagement. We have the style, the class, the skill and the breeding to be the best team in the UWA and we are going to prove it. We were born to be champions. What were you born to be? Nothing but peasants and that is all you will ever be to us. No matter how many matches you win, or how many shirts you sell or how loud the fans cheer for you, you two will always be peasants compared to us.”
Walking into the room, he picks up a pair of black shoes and starts to put them on. At this time, Krown steps out, also dressed in a tuxedo, adjusting his tie as he enters the main part of the room. Murphy finishes putting his shoes one and gets up. The two men head ot the door and exit the room.
Krown: “Face it Worley boys, you two are outclassed and outmatched. And, at least everyone watching this promo will be able to understand what we said without the use of subtitles. It is time we showed the UWA and the world what the Murphy and Krown names mean. We are going to make you respect them, one way or another.”
The two second generation wrestlers exit the room and head for an elevator. Murephy presses the button.
Murphy: “So we are going to spend a few days in Las Vega, just relaxing in style, take our plane to Reno, arrive at Tragic Engagement and we are going to prove that we are better by beating the two of you.”
Krown: “Because this is Las Vega, and this town loves a winner, and we were born to be winners, where as you two were born to be losers, and so Jerry Springer and Cops still have people on the show.”
The doors open and both men step in.
Muphy: “What happens here may stay here, but what we do to you at Tragic Engagement, beating you on a worldwide pay-per-view stage, that is for the entire world to see. We have you outclassed and outmatched and you do not have what it takes to win. That is Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “Face it. We are just better than you. That’s Checkmate.”
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal”
Krown: “And we were born better than you.”
The elevator doors close and the two men make their way into the city of a night on the town in Las Vegas before heading to Reno.