Post by Sang Réal on Mar 30, 2014 12:07:55 GMT -6
The scene opens to what looks like the interior of a parking garage as the sun sets in the distance. The sound of vehicles, the noise of engines or breaking, echoes through out the garage. Along this particular stretch of the parking garage the overhead lights illuminate the cars as the natural light of the sun starts to fade. Only a few spots are still filled out as most of the cars here have already left.
A black limousine slowly starts to drive up into this particular part of the garage. Despite its size, in manages to turn without hurting anyone. The headlights are right there, shining into the camera, making it difficult to see. It is not difficult to hear the sound of car doors being closed after someone has opened them and exiting the car. Footsteps echo as two people walk forward.
The limousine’s headlights shut off, revealing Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, Sang Réal, standing in the parking area. Murphy lowers his signature gold, round framed sunglasses as he scans the parking area. Krown has a look of disgust on his face as he looks around.
Muphy: “Cornbread Mafia, you two have seemingly made a career out of losing to us. We beat you at Tragic Engagement and this past Monday, Cameron lost to my partner Gabriel here, thus letting your entire team down. What possible chance do you have to beat me at Monday Night Mayhem Shawn?”
The heir apparent to the Krown wrestling legacy manages to ignore where he is standing, as he looks towards the camera.
Krown: “I would say very unlikely indeed. It would be very unlikely.”
Murphy: “Now I am sure everyone out there thinks it was cheap of me to make a challenge you to a match Shawn, and then attack you in the back of an arena. However, what no one seems to recall is the simple fact that you two started this issue between us when you two attacked us in a parking lot the Mayhem after Tragic Engagement because you couldn’t stand that you lost to us, your betters.”
Krown: “Sure, it could be said that our method of winning might not have been one hundred percent kosher, but a win is a win, and we are wrestling royalty and thus can do whatever we want.”
Krown gestures to himself and to Murphy.
Murphy: “But how did you two respond? Did you stand up like men and demand a rematch? Did you walk out to the ring and challenge us to a fight? No. Like no good cowards, you two attacked us in a parking lot.”
Krown just shakes his head, trying to look disappointed.
Krown: “You almost made us miss our commentary duties for whatever match we did that for.”
Murphy: “You jumped us like thugs. Like some punk kid trying to steal our wallets or something.”
As soon as Murphy says that, Krown places his hand into his suit coat and looks around, like he actually now expects to be mugged or something.
Murphy: “If you lost to K.I.S.S., would you be jumping them, trying to beat them up every chance you got? Suppose you two lose to the Sin City Knights, or the Dark Camelot or the Children of Nephilim? If any of those teams beat you, would you be attacking them every chance you get?. Would you be running to the ring to get your hands on the Rising Sun Dynasty if they beat you?”
Sang Réal’s technical wrestling half stops looking for potential muggers and turns to the brawler member of the tag team.
Krown: “Does the Rising Sun Dynasty even still work here?”
The second son of Shameus Murphy glances towards Mark Krown’s youngest.
Murphy: “I am not totally sure.”
Krown: “Huh.”
Murphy: “Yeah didn’t see them on any official release announcements or anything, though I suppose it could be medical.”
Krown purses his lips like he is thinking and then just shrugs it off.
Krown: “Oh well. By all means continue.”
Murphy: “Thank you.”
Krown: “Welcome.”
Murphy turns his attention away from his tag team partner and back to the camera in front of him.
Murphy: “Now for some odd reason, we beat you two, and you just cannot deal with it. You cannot wrap your heads around the fact that you two lost this match, which I suppose makes sense as we did not think you had the finest education that money could buy, or the worst education money could buy, or even have gone to school. No matter how you look at it, we won and you lost. And you can say it was the tactics we used or whatever you want, but it does not negate the outcome of the match or the fact that we won.”
Murphy: “And just like we did at Tragic Engagement, we will win again. At Monday Night Mayhem, in Seattle, the center of filthy, unwashed hippies and unwashed, high grunge rock fans, and pretty much every one who is afraid of soap, I am going to beat you Shawn Worley.”
Krown: “And then we will go on to beat you at Spring Slaughter, just like we did at Tragic Engagement, because we’re just better than you in terms of wrestling ability, breeding, education, and pretty much everything else.”
Murphy: “You see Shawn, Cameron, it really doesn’t matter what stipulation you have decided upon, because I am going to beat you. And even if I do not, even if by some fluke, some miracle, you manage to win Shawn, and it is unlikely, but even if it happens, we can still beat you in any match you could choose.”
Krown: “And you could pick from a wide array of stipulations.”
Krown spreads his arms outward, like he is trying to demonstrate how many options are open to the Worley brothers for a potential match stipulation.
Murphy: “It could be something like a hog pen match, or a ladder match, or a steel cage or a parking lot brawl, which would be strangely appropriate. You could choose a Hell in a Cell, a street fight, a falls count anywhere match, or hardcore match. The stipulation could be a tornado tag team match, or a blindfold match, or a dumpster match, or a table match. You could even pick a barbed wire match, or a Japanese death match, though I doubt either of you could find Japan on a map. The point is that there is not match you two can pick that will not see you two losing to us again, just like every time we get into the ring with you.”
Even if he could help himself, Krown more than likely would not even try as he smirks at the mention of his pinning Cameron Worley this past week.
Krown: “This past Monday proved it. All this next Monday will prove is that you’re just going to embarrass yourselves again in the ring with us. But, being embarrassing yourselves hardly seems like something new to you. I mean look at you two hicks. You should be used to be embarrassment.”
Murphy: “We have beaten you, humiliated you, and yet, you still keep trying. We are not sure if that is perseverance or if you two really are two stupid to know when to give up, but we are leaning towards the later. You two are not capable of beating us. And the kicker is that we were done with you.”
Krown: “Done. Finished. Ready to move on to other things. No longer interested in you. It’s not you; it’s me…wait, that last one is a break up line. That’s not really relavent.”
Murphy lowers his sunglasses as he turns to look at Krown, glaring a bit.
Krown: “What?”
Shaking his head and sliding his sunglasses back into position, Murphy turns his attention away from his tag team partner and back to the task at hand.
Murphy: “You know what is sort of funny?”
Mark Murphy’s younger brother, Shameus Murphy’s youngest son chuckles a bit, shaking his head. Krown starts to chukle to, and then just starts laughing. Murphy stops, but Krown keeps going, laughing and leaning against the front of the limo. Again, Murphy lowers his sunglasses as he looks at Krown, who is still laughing and then eventually stops, wiping his eye. He looks at Murphy.
Krown: “What?”
Just ignoring it this time, Murphy turns his attention back to the camera.
Murphy: “We beat you and we were perfectly willing to wait to face you again, at some point. And we would had to have considering there are only about five or six tag teams that is not Sang Réal here in UWA, depending how many combinations of Dark Camelot there are, and if Children of Nephilim are entering the tag team division. Either way, you stupid hicks, there were very good odds that we would have faced each other again.”
Murphy: “But no, you two just could not accept the fact that you lost. Rather than stand like men, admit that it just was not your night and move on, you had to be a couple of poor losers and try to jump us. You can’t beat us in the ring, so you try to take us out in the parking lot. Nice to see Southern pride still means something other than just being an inbred, uneducated, possibly racist hick.”
Krown nods.
Krown: “Really hard to tell if it is state pride, Southern pride or just could old fashioned Southern racism that has you two wearing that flag on your gear. Of course, it could just be from your love of the General Lee from Dukes of Hazard and you honestly had no idea it was the flag of the Confederate States of America, but like you even know what those are.”
Murphy: “Whatever happens, whatever we do to you, you two brought it on yourselves because you just had to start something. You couldn’t wait for another shot at us. You just had to go and pick a fight that you cannot win.”
Krown just shakes his head, wagging his finger and making a “tsk, tsk, tsk” noise.
Murphy: “You see, Shawn, I know I can beat you. I know my partner here can beat you. I know I can beat Cameron. We all know my partner here can beat Cameron. And the entire world knows Sang Réal can beat the Cornbread Mafia. We did not start this fight. You two started it. However, we are going to finish it.”
Murphy: “Shawn, what neither you or Cameron seem to be able to understand is that you two are outmatched and outclassed. You two were outmatched and outclassed at Tragic Engagement. Cameron was outmatched and outclassed last week. This week it is your turn to be outmatched and outclassed Shawn. You started a fight that you can not win, and were never really able to ever finish it at all. But we can win it, and we are able to finish it and we will.”
Murphy: “Now while you two are probably wondering why we are standing in the middle of what seems to be a parking lot.”
Murphy gestures to his surroundings as if showing them off to someone.
Murphy: “That is simple question, with a simple answer I would think you two simpletons could figure out. However, as I have my doubts about that, I will explain the obvious.”
Murphy claps his hands together and rubs them together for a moment.
Murphy: “You see Shawn, as I have previously stated, I know I can beat you, so I have already decided upon the stipulation for the Sang Réal versus Cornbread Mafia at Spring Slaughter. It occurs to me that much of our feud has happened in a parking lot. After our loss, you jumped us in a parking lot. You tried to get to us in a parking lot last week. It only seems fitting to end it in a parking lot. So at Spring Slaughter, it will be Sang Réal versus Cornbread Mafia in a parking lot brawl.”
Murphy: “You see, Shawn, our goal is not to win. Like Alexander, Genghis Khan, and Caesar or, in a more modern concept, Andrew “Ender” Wiggins, we don’t just want to win. We don’t just want to beat you. We want to win so thoroughly, beat you so bad that the idea, the very thought of ever challenging us again terrifies you. We want to beat you so badly that you do not rise to oppose us again.”
Krown nods in agree to his partner’s statement.
Krown: “We pretty much just want to crush you.”
The two second generation wrestlers turn and start to walk back to the end of the limousine. The headlights come back on, making it hard to see them.
Murphy: “Shawn, you cannot win this fight. You never have been able to since the minute you two started it. At Monday Night Mayhem, I am going to beat you and then Sang Réal will beat the Cornbread Mafia at Spring Slaughter and you two will finally, finally learn just how outclassed and outmatched you two have always been. That’s Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “You are going to learn that we are, and always have been your betters and that is Checkmate.”
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And we were just born better.”
Again, the sound of car doors echoes over the parking area. The engine of the limo starts and it pulls forward. The camera moves to catch the side profile of the limousine as it drives off toward the exit of the parking garage.
A black limousine slowly starts to drive up into this particular part of the garage. Despite its size, in manages to turn without hurting anyone. The headlights are right there, shining into the camera, making it difficult to see. It is not difficult to hear the sound of car doors being closed after someone has opened them and exiting the car. Footsteps echo as two people walk forward.
The limousine’s headlights shut off, revealing Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, Sang Réal, standing in the parking area. Murphy lowers his signature gold, round framed sunglasses as he scans the parking area. Krown has a look of disgust on his face as he looks around.
Muphy: “Cornbread Mafia, you two have seemingly made a career out of losing to us. We beat you at Tragic Engagement and this past Monday, Cameron lost to my partner Gabriel here, thus letting your entire team down. What possible chance do you have to beat me at Monday Night Mayhem Shawn?”
The heir apparent to the Krown wrestling legacy manages to ignore where he is standing, as he looks towards the camera.
Krown: “I would say very unlikely indeed. It would be very unlikely.”
Murphy: “Now I am sure everyone out there thinks it was cheap of me to make a challenge you to a match Shawn, and then attack you in the back of an arena. However, what no one seems to recall is the simple fact that you two started this issue between us when you two attacked us in a parking lot the Mayhem after Tragic Engagement because you couldn’t stand that you lost to us, your betters.”
Krown: “Sure, it could be said that our method of winning might not have been one hundred percent kosher, but a win is a win, and we are wrestling royalty and thus can do whatever we want.”
Krown gestures to himself and to Murphy.
Murphy: “But how did you two respond? Did you stand up like men and demand a rematch? Did you walk out to the ring and challenge us to a fight? No. Like no good cowards, you two attacked us in a parking lot.”
Krown just shakes his head, trying to look disappointed.
Krown: “You almost made us miss our commentary duties for whatever match we did that for.”
Murphy: “You jumped us like thugs. Like some punk kid trying to steal our wallets or something.”
As soon as Murphy says that, Krown places his hand into his suit coat and looks around, like he actually now expects to be mugged or something.
Murphy: “If you lost to K.I.S.S., would you be jumping them, trying to beat them up every chance you got? Suppose you two lose to the Sin City Knights, or the Dark Camelot or the Children of Nephilim? If any of those teams beat you, would you be attacking them every chance you get?. Would you be running to the ring to get your hands on the Rising Sun Dynasty if they beat you?”
Sang Réal’s technical wrestling half stops looking for potential muggers and turns to the brawler member of the tag team.
Krown: “Does the Rising Sun Dynasty even still work here?”
The second son of Shameus Murphy glances towards Mark Krown’s youngest.
Murphy: “I am not totally sure.”
Krown: “Huh.”
Murphy: “Yeah didn’t see them on any official release announcements or anything, though I suppose it could be medical.”
Krown purses his lips like he is thinking and then just shrugs it off.
Krown: “Oh well. By all means continue.”
Murphy: “Thank you.”
Krown: “Welcome.”
Murphy turns his attention away from his tag team partner and back to the camera in front of him.
Murphy: “Now for some odd reason, we beat you two, and you just cannot deal with it. You cannot wrap your heads around the fact that you two lost this match, which I suppose makes sense as we did not think you had the finest education that money could buy, or the worst education money could buy, or even have gone to school. No matter how you look at it, we won and you lost. And you can say it was the tactics we used or whatever you want, but it does not negate the outcome of the match or the fact that we won.”
Murphy: “And just like we did at Tragic Engagement, we will win again. At Monday Night Mayhem, in Seattle, the center of filthy, unwashed hippies and unwashed, high grunge rock fans, and pretty much every one who is afraid of soap, I am going to beat you Shawn Worley.”
Krown: “And then we will go on to beat you at Spring Slaughter, just like we did at Tragic Engagement, because we’re just better than you in terms of wrestling ability, breeding, education, and pretty much everything else.”
Murphy: “You see Shawn, Cameron, it really doesn’t matter what stipulation you have decided upon, because I am going to beat you. And even if I do not, even if by some fluke, some miracle, you manage to win Shawn, and it is unlikely, but even if it happens, we can still beat you in any match you could choose.”
Krown: “And you could pick from a wide array of stipulations.”
Krown spreads his arms outward, like he is trying to demonstrate how many options are open to the Worley brothers for a potential match stipulation.
Murphy: “It could be something like a hog pen match, or a ladder match, or a steel cage or a parking lot brawl, which would be strangely appropriate. You could choose a Hell in a Cell, a street fight, a falls count anywhere match, or hardcore match. The stipulation could be a tornado tag team match, or a blindfold match, or a dumpster match, or a table match. You could even pick a barbed wire match, or a Japanese death match, though I doubt either of you could find Japan on a map. The point is that there is not match you two can pick that will not see you two losing to us again, just like every time we get into the ring with you.”
Even if he could help himself, Krown more than likely would not even try as he smirks at the mention of his pinning Cameron Worley this past week.
Krown: “This past Monday proved it. All this next Monday will prove is that you’re just going to embarrass yourselves again in the ring with us. But, being embarrassing yourselves hardly seems like something new to you. I mean look at you two hicks. You should be used to be embarrassment.”
Murphy: “We have beaten you, humiliated you, and yet, you still keep trying. We are not sure if that is perseverance or if you two really are two stupid to know when to give up, but we are leaning towards the later. You two are not capable of beating us. And the kicker is that we were done with you.”
Krown: “Done. Finished. Ready to move on to other things. No longer interested in you. It’s not you; it’s me…wait, that last one is a break up line. That’s not really relavent.”
Murphy lowers his sunglasses as he turns to look at Krown, glaring a bit.
Krown: “What?”
Shaking his head and sliding his sunglasses back into position, Murphy turns his attention away from his tag team partner and back to the task at hand.
Murphy: “You know what is sort of funny?”
Mark Murphy’s younger brother, Shameus Murphy’s youngest son chuckles a bit, shaking his head. Krown starts to chukle to, and then just starts laughing. Murphy stops, but Krown keeps going, laughing and leaning against the front of the limo. Again, Murphy lowers his sunglasses as he looks at Krown, who is still laughing and then eventually stops, wiping his eye. He looks at Murphy.
Krown: “What?”
Just ignoring it this time, Murphy turns his attention back to the camera.
Murphy: “We beat you and we were perfectly willing to wait to face you again, at some point. And we would had to have considering there are only about five or six tag teams that is not Sang Réal here in UWA, depending how many combinations of Dark Camelot there are, and if Children of Nephilim are entering the tag team division. Either way, you stupid hicks, there were very good odds that we would have faced each other again.”
Murphy: “But no, you two just could not accept the fact that you lost. Rather than stand like men, admit that it just was not your night and move on, you had to be a couple of poor losers and try to jump us. You can’t beat us in the ring, so you try to take us out in the parking lot. Nice to see Southern pride still means something other than just being an inbred, uneducated, possibly racist hick.”
Krown nods.
Krown: “Really hard to tell if it is state pride, Southern pride or just could old fashioned Southern racism that has you two wearing that flag on your gear. Of course, it could just be from your love of the General Lee from Dukes of Hazard and you honestly had no idea it was the flag of the Confederate States of America, but like you even know what those are.”
Murphy: “Whatever happens, whatever we do to you, you two brought it on yourselves because you just had to start something. You couldn’t wait for another shot at us. You just had to go and pick a fight that you cannot win.”
Krown just shakes his head, wagging his finger and making a “tsk, tsk, tsk” noise.
Murphy: “You see, Shawn, I know I can beat you. I know my partner here can beat you. I know I can beat Cameron. We all know my partner here can beat Cameron. And the entire world knows Sang Réal can beat the Cornbread Mafia. We did not start this fight. You two started it. However, we are going to finish it.”
Murphy: “Shawn, what neither you or Cameron seem to be able to understand is that you two are outmatched and outclassed. You two were outmatched and outclassed at Tragic Engagement. Cameron was outmatched and outclassed last week. This week it is your turn to be outmatched and outclassed Shawn. You started a fight that you can not win, and were never really able to ever finish it at all. But we can win it, and we are able to finish it and we will.”
Murphy: “Now while you two are probably wondering why we are standing in the middle of what seems to be a parking lot.”
Murphy gestures to his surroundings as if showing them off to someone.
Murphy: “That is simple question, with a simple answer I would think you two simpletons could figure out. However, as I have my doubts about that, I will explain the obvious.”
Murphy claps his hands together and rubs them together for a moment.
Murphy: “You see Shawn, as I have previously stated, I know I can beat you, so I have already decided upon the stipulation for the Sang Réal versus Cornbread Mafia at Spring Slaughter. It occurs to me that much of our feud has happened in a parking lot. After our loss, you jumped us in a parking lot. You tried to get to us in a parking lot last week. It only seems fitting to end it in a parking lot. So at Spring Slaughter, it will be Sang Réal versus Cornbread Mafia in a parking lot brawl.”
Murphy: “You see, Shawn, our goal is not to win. Like Alexander, Genghis Khan, and Caesar or, in a more modern concept, Andrew “Ender” Wiggins, we don’t just want to win. We don’t just want to beat you. We want to win so thoroughly, beat you so bad that the idea, the very thought of ever challenging us again terrifies you. We want to beat you so badly that you do not rise to oppose us again.”
Krown nods in agree to his partner’s statement.
Krown: “We pretty much just want to crush you.”
The two second generation wrestlers turn and start to walk back to the end of the limousine. The headlights come back on, making it hard to see them.
Murphy: “Shawn, you cannot win this fight. You never have been able to since the minute you two started it. At Monday Night Mayhem, I am going to beat you and then Sang Réal will beat the Cornbread Mafia at Spring Slaughter and you two will finally, finally learn just how outclassed and outmatched you two have always been. That’s Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “You are going to learn that we are, and always have been your betters and that is Checkmate.”
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And we were just born better.”
Again, the sound of car doors echoes over the parking area. The engine of the limo starts and it pulls forward. The camera moves to catch the side profile of the limousine as it drives off toward the exit of the parking garage.