Post by Sang Réal on Apr 11, 2014 6:39:41 GMT -6
While UWA Monday Night Mayhem is still going on, that does not seem to matter to the members of Sang Réal. Tonight did not go as planed for the arrogant second generation wrestlers. Tonight was to be the night they proved that the Cornbread Mafia was nothing to them, pick the stipulation for their match at Spring Slaughter and end those ridiculous hicks.
That plan, however, did not come to fruition. While it was only a disqualification victory for the Worleys, it was still a victory; one that allows them to pick the stipulation for the match at Spring Slaughter and challenges Sang Réal’s claim that the Cornbread Mafia is outclassed and outmatched against them.
Suffice to say, this has not made them happy. However, and somewhat surprisingly, it is Connor Murphy that appears to be taking it a lot harder than Gabriel Krown. This may be due to the fact that the usually calmer Murphy was the one that lost the match. Murphy is still in his wrestling gear, even though the match has been over for awhile.
Gabriel Krown leans against the wall in the locker room with his arms crossed as he watches Connor Murphy pace across the room, running his hands through his hair and opening them in his hands like claws. Krown watches him go back and forth.
Krown: “Calm down. I’m supposed to be the one everyone worries is going to snap like a twig and start to eat Jason Chase’s throat or punch out a ticket vender because some movie is sold out or something.”
Murphy: “That worthless, miserable piece of…”
Krown: “I am just saying, you are going to wear a hole in the floor.”
Murphy stops pacing and turns to face his partner, pointing at Krown.
Murphy: “He did not beat me tonight. It was a fluke.”
Krown: “I know. I am just saying, you’re stepping on my supposedly being the crazy one. Calm down. If you end up being the crazy one, then what, I get to be the ladies man? That’s not going to work now is it?”
Murphy takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself down. However, before he can, there is a knock on the door.
Murphy: “What?!”
Krown: “Come in.”
The locker room door opens and in enters Trent Paige. Murphy steps away from Krown, placing his hands on his hips as he turns away and then running one hand over his mouth. Krown moves away from the wall.
Paige: “Connor Murphy, tonight…”
The son of Shameus Murphy turns to face Paige before he can finish his question.
Murphy: “Shawn Worley did not beat me. What happened tonight was not Shawn Worley beating me. No, he got the win, but he did not beat me. He did not outsmart me. All he did was get lucky. Tonight was a fluke. Everyone out there is acting like it was some huge victory, some epic win, when all it was, the only thing it was, was a miscalculation on my part. Plain and simple, he got lucky. That is not what will happen at Spring Slaughter.”
Krown: “It is what it is what it is and what it is is what it is. Now I really have no idea why my partner here decided to make hitting a low blow on Shawn Worley a thing that he would do, but it happened. We cannot change history. If we could, we probably wouldn’t waste it on warning our past selves about low blowing a hick. We’d probably kill Hitler or steal ancient coins for money or something.”
Murphy turns away from Paige and then turns to face the camera.
Krown moves in and looks towards the camera in front of them as well.
Murphy: “Shawn Worley you did not prove you could beat me. You just proved you could survive.”
Krown: ““Now Shawn, we give you credit. Somehow, you managed to get the only Latin American woman in South Carolina. I didn’t think such a thing existed. I thought it was like a Yeti or the Loch Ness Monster; a myth. But, as far as the match tonight goes, he is right, you got lucky.”
Murphy: “That is all it was, just luck. Yes, you got the win, but you did not prove you could beat me.”
Krown: “See people love the Cornbread Mafia because they are those lovable good old boys. They remind people of the Dukes of Hazard. Everyone loves the Dukes of Hazard. They defied authority, drove a cool car and fought for what’s right. Except boys, we are not Boss Hog and Sheriff Roscoe P. Coltrane. You got by us once, it is not something you are going to be able to do again.”
Murphy: “You did not prove you could beat me, just survive. You want to count that as a win? Fine. Congratulations, a Worley finally managed not to lose a match. Stop the presses, alert CNN, or maybe a better news network, tell everyone on Facebook and Twitter that a Worley brother managed to win a match. You survived Shawn, but you did not prove that you could beat me. You two have yet to prove that you can beat Sang Réal.”
Krown: “Granted, you got beat down most of it, but you still sort of won. Now if you could just keep racking up the disqualifications, you may have a career.”
Murphy: “You two good old boys can celebrate winning one match, pathetic as it was, but winning one match does not win a feud. We can beat you. We have beaten you in the past and at Spring Slaughter, we will beat you again. All they managed to accomplish tonight is to get the right to choose the match we get to beat you in.”
Krown: “Tragic Engagement, Monday Night Mayhem, the score is still two-to-one. All you can do at Spring Slaughter is tie the game and you are not going to, because we have already established that you cannot beat us.”
Murphy: “But you know something, we are going to put this one match behind us and focus on Spring Slaughter. We are going to focus on the pay-per-view and the chance, once and for all, to prove that we are the better team. At Spring Slaughter the only thing that will happen is that the Cornbread Mafia will lose to Sang Réal.”
Krown adjusts his tie a little. Murphy steps away for a moment.
Paige: “Well due to what happened tonight, Shawn Worley can…”
Again, before can finish his question, Murphy turns back towards him and grabs the mic in hand, pulling it towards him.
Murphy: “So the Worleys can choose the stipulation for the match? Big deal. We do not care. We can and will beat them.”
Krown has to lean in a little to get close to the microphone due to Murphy’s pulling it closer towards him.
Krown: “We have proven time and time again that we are better than they are. Did you see that match? I did. If Worley had not managed to get my partner here disqualified, then we would not be having this conversation. The conversation we would be having would be about us getting to choose the stipulation, but we already decided that a few weeks ago with a parking lot brawl. But we are here, wondering what they will pick.”
Murphy: “We are wondering, but as far as we are concerned, it really does not matter what they pick. You see, it does not matter what they pick for the match at Spring Slaughter because we have already established we are better than those peasants. We are better. We are”
Krown: “We know that they at not the better team, but, in fact, we are the better team than they are, not the other way around. We are the better team, not them. I am pretty sure tonight was the first time either of them won a match. I fail to see how that makes them better.”
Murphy releases the mic and Trent’s hand. The backstage interviewer looks at him a bit before attempting to ask another question.
Paige: “Well now…”
Trent Paige seems unable to get a question or statement out before he is interrupted yet again.
Murphy: “I did not underestimate Shawn Worley. I estimated him just enough. He never pinned me. He never made me tap out. Maybe he got to me, but he did not outsmart me or play me. We are going to put tonight behind us and look to the future, to Spring Slaughter and our opportunity to prove just how much better we are than those two hicks.”
Krown: “Those two are peasants. They always have been. They always will be. We are Sang Réal, “Royal Blood”. We are wrestling royalty who were born for this. It is what we do. Those two make moonshine and inbred mutant hick children while listening to some preacher tell everyone how Jesus is great and everything else is the devil’s work or democrats or the homosaexual agenda or illegals or whatever..”
Murphy: “One victory does not change anything. When it comes to Sang Réal versus the Cornbread Mafia, those two are just as outmatched and outclassed as they were this all started. Nothing has changed.”
Krown: “Are we underestimating them? No. If anything we are overestimating them. I mean they did show up to the match without being drunk on illegal hooch, which we were honestly not expecting them to do. If we were completely underestimating them, we would assume that they were drunk to begin with.”
Murphy: “All our lives we have been working to make it as wrestlers, to add to the legacies our fathers built and to make our own. Those two stumbled into this business. They are trash compared to us.”
Paige: “Well do you have…”
Murphy: “Do we have anything left to say to those two hicks? Yeah, we do.”
Krown: “It’s us. We can be a lot more insulting.”
Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, Sang Réal, turn from and face forward, towards the camera as they seek to address their opponents for Spring Slaughter directly.
Murphy: “Listen to me very carefully you drunk, inbred pieces of garbage. This little fantasy you have, that you can beat us, that you are anything other than losers, will end at Spring Slaughter. We are going out to that ring and we are going to show you how outclassed and outmatched you are.”
Krown: “You two are nothing to us. You are peasants taking on your betters. We are out of your league. In fact, we are so far out of your league that if your league we to explode in a supernova our league would no see it for a billion years.”
Murphy: “This façade that you two are wrestlers, are a tag team, are even worthy of standing in the same ring as us ends at Spring Slaughter. We told you two hicks weeks ago that while we did not start this fight, we were damn sure going to be the ones to end it. Whatever stipulation you two decide on will not matter. We are going to prove to you how outmatched and outclassed you are. You two are beneath us. That’s Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “Tonight changes nothing, except that they get to decide the stipulation for our match at Spring Slaughter, but other than that, nothing changes. Nothing changes because we have proven we can beat them. We know we can beat them. We know we can because we are simply better than them. We are better wrestlers and a better team and Spring Slaughter will just confirm that. That’s Checkmate.”
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And, it should really go without saying when it comes to the Cornbread Mafia, we were just born better.”
Paige: “And there you have it.”
Krown: “You’re still here?”
Paige: “Yes.”
Krown: “Well get out.”
Paige: “But I...”
Krown: “Out now. We got things to do.”
Paige: “But...”
Krown: “Go. Scoot. Skedaddle. Shoo.”
Paige: “Okay fine.”
Trent Paige exits the locker room, closing the door behind him. He looks at it for a moment before he turns to face the camera.
Paige: “Well there you have it. At Spring Slaughter Sang Réal and the Cornbread Mafia will face off one more time with the Worleys choosing the stipulation for the match.”
Paige lowers the mic and glances back at the door, then back to the camera.
Paige: “We done? Great. I’m out of here.”
The scene fades out as he walks away from the locker room door.
That plan, however, did not come to fruition. While it was only a disqualification victory for the Worleys, it was still a victory; one that allows them to pick the stipulation for the match at Spring Slaughter and challenges Sang Réal’s claim that the Cornbread Mafia is outclassed and outmatched against them.
Suffice to say, this has not made them happy. However, and somewhat surprisingly, it is Connor Murphy that appears to be taking it a lot harder than Gabriel Krown. This may be due to the fact that the usually calmer Murphy was the one that lost the match. Murphy is still in his wrestling gear, even though the match has been over for awhile.
Gabriel Krown leans against the wall in the locker room with his arms crossed as he watches Connor Murphy pace across the room, running his hands through his hair and opening them in his hands like claws. Krown watches him go back and forth.
Krown: “Calm down. I’m supposed to be the one everyone worries is going to snap like a twig and start to eat Jason Chase’s throat or punch out a ticket vender because some movie is sold out or something.”
Murphy: “That worthless, miserable piece of…”
Krown: “I am just saying, you are going to wear a hole in the floor.”
Murphy stops pacing and turns to face his partner, pointing at Krown.
Murphy: “He did not beat me tonight. It was a fluke.”
Krown: “I know. I am just saying, you’re stepping on my supposedly being the crazy one. Calm down. If you end up being the crazy one, then what, I get to be the ladies man? That’s not going to work now is it?”
Murphy takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself down. However, before he can, there is a knock on the door.
Murphy: “What?!”
Krown: “Come in.”
The locker room door opens and in enters Trent Paige. Murphy steps away from Krown, placing his hands on his hips as he turns away and then running one hand over his mouth. Krown moves away from the wall.
Paige: “Connor Murphy, tonight…”
The son of Shameus Murphy turns to face Paige before he can finish his question.
Murphy: “Shawn Worley did not beat me. What happened tonight was not Shawn Worley beating me. No, he got the win, but he did not beat me. He did not outsmart me. All he did was get lucky. Tonight was a fluke. Everyone out there is acting like it was some huge victory, some epic win, when all it was, the only thing it was, was a miscalculation on my part. Plain and simple, he got lucky. That is not what will happen at Spring Slaughter.”
Krown: “It is what it is what it is and what it is is what it is. Now I really have no idea why my partner here decided to make hitting a low blow on Shawn Worley a thing that he would do, but it happened. We cannot change history. If we could, we probably wouldn’t waste it on warning our past selves about low blowing a hick. We’d probably kill Hitler or steal ancient coins for money or something.”
Murphy turns away from Paige and then turns to face the camera.
Krown moves in and looks towards the camera in front of them as well.
Murphy: “Shawn Worley you did not prove you could beat me. You just proved you could survive.”
Krown: ““Now Shawn, we give you credit. Somehow, you managed to get the only Latin American woman in South Carolina. I didn’t think such a thing existed. I thought it was like a Yeti or the Loch Ness Monster; a myth. But, as far as the match tonight goes, he is right, you got lucky.”
Murphy: “That is all it was, just luck. Yes, you got the win, but you did not prove you could beat me.”
Krown: “See people love the Cornbread Mafia because they are those lovable good old boys. They remind people of the Dukes of Hazard. Everyone loves the Dukes of Hazard. They defied authority, drove a cool car and fought for what’s right. Except boys, we are not Boss Hog and Sheriff Roscoe P. Coltrane. You got by us once, it is not something you are going to be able to do again.”
Murphy: “You did not prove you could beat me, just survive. You want to count that as a win? Fine. Congratulations, a Worley finally managed not to lose a match. Stop the presses, alert CNN, or maybe a better news network, tell everyone on Facebook and Twitter that a Worley brother managed to win a match. You survived Shawn, but you did not prove that you could beat me. You two have yet to prove that you can beat Sang Réal.”
Krown: “Granted, you got beat down most of it, but you still sort of won. Now if you could just keep racking up the disqualifications, you may have a career.”
Murphy: “You two good old boys can celebrate winning one match, pathetic as it was, but winning one match does not win a feud. We can beat you. We have beaten you in the past and at Spring Slaughter, we will beat you again. All they managed to accomplish tonight is to get the right to choose the match we get to beat you in.”
Krown: “Tragic Engagement, Monday Night Mayhem, the score is still two-to-one. All you can do at Spring Slaughter is tie the game and you are not going to, because we have already established that you cannot beat us.”
Murphy: “But you know something, we are going to put this one match behind us and focus on Spring Slaughter. We are going to focus on the pay-per-view and the chance, once and for all, to prove that we are the better team. At Spring Slaughter the only thing that will happen is that the Cornbread Mafia will lose to Sang Réal.”
Krown adjusts his tie a little. Murphy steps away for a moment.
Paige: “Well due to what happened tonight, Shawn Worley can…”
Again, before can finish his question, Murphy turns back towards him and grabs the mic in hand, pulling it towards him.
Murphy: “So the Worleys can choose the stipulation for the match? Big deal. We do not care. We can and will beat them.”
Krown has to lean in a little to get close to the microphone due to Murphy’s pulling it closer towards him.
Krown: “We have proven time and time again that we are better than they are. Did you see that match? I did. If Worley had not managed to get my partner here disqualified, then we would not be having this conversation. The conversation we would be having would be about us getting to choose the stipulation, but we already decided that a few weeks ago with a parking lot brawl. But we are here, wondering what they will pick.”
Murphy: “We are wondering, but as far as we are concerned, it really does not matter what they pick. You see, it does not matter what they pick for the match at Spring Slaughter because we have already established we are better than those peasants. We are better. We are”
Krown: “We know that they at not the better team, but, in fact, we are the better team than they are, not the other way around. We are the better team, not them. I am pretty sure tonight was the first time either of them won a match. I fail to see how that makes them better.”
Murphy releases the mic and Trent’s hand. The backstage interviewer looks at him a bit before attempting to ask another question.
Paige: “Well now…”
Trent Paige seems unable to get a question or statement out before he is interrupted yet again.
Murphy: “I did not underestimate Shawn Worley. I estimated him just enough. He never pinned me. He never made me tap out. Maybe he got to me, but he did not outsmart me or play me. We are going to put tonight behind us and look to the future, to Spring Slaughter and our opportunity to prove just how much better we are than those two hicks.”
Krown: “Those two are peasants. They always have been. They always will be. We are Sang Réal, “Royal Blood”. We are wrestling royalty who were born for this. It is what we do. Those two make moonshine and inbred mutant hick children while listening to some preacher tell everyone how Jesus is great and everything else is the devil’s work or democrats or the homosaexual agenda or illegals or whatever..”
Murphy: “One victory does not change anything. When it comes to Sang Réal versus the Cornbread Mafia, those two are just as outmatched and outclassed as they were this all started. Nothing has changed.”
Krown: “Are we underestimating them? No. If anything we are overestimating them. I mean they did show up to the match without being drunk on illegal hooch, which we were honestly not expecting them to do. If we were completely underestimating them, we would assume that they were drunk to begin with.”
Murphy: “All our lives we have been working to make it as wrestlers, to add to the legacies our fathers built and to make our own. Those two stumbled into this business. They are trash compared to us.”
Paige: “Well do you have…”
Murphy: “Do we have anything left to say to those two hicks? Yeah, we do.”
Krown: “It’s us. We can be a lot more insulting.”
Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, Sang Réal, turn from and face forward, towards the camera as they seek to address their opponents for Spring Slaughter directly.
Murphy: “Listen to me very carefully you drunk, inbred pieces of garbage. This little fantasy you have, that you can beat us, that you are anything other than losers, will end at Spring Slaughter. We are going out to that ring and we are going to show you how outclassed and outmatched you are.”
Krown: “You two are nothing to us. You are peasants taking on your betters. We are out of your league. In fact, we are so far out of your league that if your league we to explode in a supernova our league would no see it for a billion years.”
Murphy: “This façade that you two are wrestlers, are a tag team, are even worthy of standing in the same ring as us ends at Spring Slaughter. We told you two hicks weeks ago that while we did not start this fight, we were damn sure going to be the ones to end it. Whatever stipulation you two decide on will not matter. We are going to prove to you how outmatched and outclassed you are. You two are beneath us. That’s Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “Tonight changes nothing, except that they get to decide the stipulation for our match at Spring Slaughter, but other than that, nothing changes. Nothing changes because we have proven we can beat them. We know we can beat them. We know we can because we are simply better than them. We are better wrestlers and a better team and Spring Slaughter will just confirm that. That’s Checkmate.”
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And, it should really go without saying when it comes to the Cornbread Mafia, we were just born better.”
Paige: “And there you have it.”
Krown: “You’re still here?”
Paige: “Yes.”
Krown: “Well get out.”
Paige: “But I...”
Krown: “Out now. We got things to do.”
Paige: “But...”
Krown: “Go. Scoot. Skedaddle. Shoo.”
Paige: “Okay fine.”
Trent Paige exits the locker room, closing the door behind him. He looks at it for a moment before he turns to face the camera.
Paige: “Well there you have it. At Spring Slaughter Sang Réal and the Cornbread Mafia will face off one more time with the Worleys choosing the stipulation for the match.”
Paige lowers the mic and glances back at the door, then back to the camera.
Paige: “We done? Great. I’m out of here.”
The scene fades out as he walks away from the locker room door.