Post by Sang Réal on Apr 17, 2014 16:51:59 GMT -6
Two high backed leather chairs have been set up outside the door of the Veterans Memorial Coliseum in Portland, Oregon, the site of UWA Spring Slaughter. Behind them are the doors ot the main entrance. The wind russles the few remaining leaves in the trees. These chairs look a bit familiar as they were last seen being used by Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown for their live debut of Role Call.
With that in mind, it is no surprise that Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown are seated in those chairs, dressed in their usual suit and tie. Murphy has on, as always, his signature gold, round framed sunglasses.
Murphy: “I don’t think the big question going into the Sang Réal versus Cornbread Mafia match at Spring Slaughter is “what will the Cornbread Mafia choose for the stipulation?”. No. See I think the question should be what happens if the Cornbread Mafia loses the match that they themselves chose?”
Krown: “You have to admit that it is a very good question to ask.”
Murphy: “No one cared about you two prior to your attempting to take us on, do you realize that? Everyone was looking at K.I.S.S. to be a huge team, to become the standard of the UWA tag team division. Now look where they are. They are in a match with the Rising Sun Dynasty, who no one cares about and really never did anything and the Sin City Knights have yet to actually debut or do anything.”
Krown tapes his chin in thought
Krown: “I am pretty confident that Rising Sun Dynasty took my advice and committed seppuku after losing to K.I.S.S. because I had not seen or heard from them since.”
He shrugs.
Murphy: “People are talking about the Children of Nephilim, Aryenn Donnally, and the UWA World Heavyweight Championship. They are talking about the impressive wins Dark Carnival is managing to rack up. When it comes to the UWA tag team division, they are not talking about K.I.S.S. or the Sin City Knights or the Rising Sun Dynasty. They are talking about Sang Réal and the Cornbread Mafia.”
Krown: “So how does it feel to be in the first major feud of the UWA tag team division? I bet it feels great for you two, being the underdog everyone is rooting for. It probably feels just as great as when your sister tells you that she isn’t pregnant with your inbred hillbilly offspring. How does it feel to come from nothing to actually mattering for a few weeks?”
Murphy: “Right now, they are talking about Sang Réal and the Cornbread Mafia. After Spring Slaughter, they will still be talking about Sang Réal and the Cornbread Mafia. They will be talking about how Sang Réal went to that ring, and destroyed the Cornbread Mafia in a match that the Mafia selected.”
Krown: “You two have the right to pick the stipulation, we win the match. That’s how this thing is going to work. That is the only way this is going to work. You do not have any other option, or any choice but to lose this match.”
Murphy: “You two have everything to prove. I don’t know if you remember, but we beat you two at Tragic Engagement. We are going to beat you again. We proven we can beat you. Neither of you proved that you are a match for us, either as individuals or as a tag team. The one victory, the only win, either of you two ever managed to get was a complete fluke. You proved that you can survive, but not win. Everything to prove, but you have neither the skill nor ability to do it.”
Krown: “Face it you worthless genetic backbirths, it is over. It doesn’t matter what you two pick, if you even bother to pick anything, because we are going to win.”
Murphy: “So with so many matches to choose from, so many options in the annals of wrestling, so many choices, what do you to decide?”
Krown leans forward in the chair and places his hands on his chin.
Krown: “Yes, what indeed? What was your brilliant match idea to give us what for and put us in our place? Do tell us please”
Murphy: “Did you choose a steel cage match, a match where you have every opportunity to get us into the ring and give us the beating that everyone seems to think we so richly deserve?”
Sang Réal’s technical half shakes his head.
Krown: “No they didn’t.”
Murphy: “Did you choose a hog pen match, where you two could beat us by throwing us in the mud like the dirty pigs you learned about the birds and the bees with?”
Again, Krown shakes his head.
Krown: “I don’t believe that was the match they chose. And if you missed it, he is implying you had sex with pigs, which is probably true.”
Murphy: “Did you choose a street fight, where you could just hit us with weapons until we cannot get up?”
Yet again, Krown shakes his head.
Krown: “That doesn’t sound like what they picked either.”
Murphy: “Did you pick a tornado tag team match, just to make it interesting and isolate any double team attempts we could make.”
Once more, Krown shakes his head no.
Krown: “Considering how smart that idea sounds, the answer I am going with is no. No is my final answer.”
Murphy: “Did you pick a strap match? Did you pick a loser leaves town match? Or even a casket match or a ladder match? Did you pick a falls count anywhere? Did you pick a submission match or an iron man match?”
Krown: “For anyone playing along at home, the answer to those questions is no.”
Murphy: “So what brilliant match concept did you two pick? What was your genius move in choosing how best to get payback on Sang Réal?”
Krown: “Oh yes, do enlighten us to the genius of the inbred South Carolinian moonshine making hick, the master strategists that you all are.”
Murphy: “You picked a regular match with the stipulation that should we lose, we cannot cheat in a match or we are out of the running for the UWA Tag Team Championships, which do not exist yet, as far as I can tell.”
Both members of Sang Réal clap. It is a slow, mocking, sarcastic clap rather then a cheering kind of clap or even a gold clap or an opera clap.
Krown: “You know, I am trying to come up with a word to describe that idea, but it is a toss up between pathetic and sad. I do not think pathetisad is a word. I am fairly confident the Germans have a word for it, but then again, they seem to have a word for everything so that is not hard to imagine they have one for this.”
Murphy: “So really, the only way we get our comeuppance is if you two can actually manage to beat us, which is something you two have yet to prove capable of doing, where as we could win and we just end up humiliating you? Even when you have a chance for some payback, you manage to screw it up. You put both of us in a must win situation without actually having ever proven that you can win a match. That’s just brilliant.”
Krown: “We are truly, truly impressed with that by the way. Of all the things that could be things that you do, of all the matches you could have picked, placing us in a must win situation is probably the dumbest idea you two could have come up with. I mean it is a special kind of stupid to put your opponent in that position when you yourself have yet to win a tag team match.”
Murphy rises to his feet. He takes off his sunglasses, pointing them forward.
Murphy: “This brings us back to our first question, what happens if you lose? You think you have us right where you want us. You think you can outsmart us or somehow beat us. I think that we are the ones that have you, you stupid hicks. Since day one, we have proven that when it comes to Sang Réal and the Cornbread Mafia, Sang Réal has the Cornbread Mafia outclassed and outmatched. Nothing about that is going to change at Spring Slaughter. You are still outclassed and outmatched.”
Krown rises to his feet with more of a bounce. His tie comes free of his jacket. He does not bother to fix it.
Krown: “We fail to see how this changes things between us, or how this changes what is going to happen. In a must win situation, it helps if you can actually win a match or two. So far, the best you two have managed is one of you getting a disqualification victory. You used your one trick, your only trick and we got you boys. We still have tricks. We have tricks most people have forgotten because we were born in this business and we have forgotten more about wrestling than you two will ever know.”
Murphy: “We said two weeks ago that you would choose the method of your execution. You chose poorly, so very, very poorly. We said that you two started the fight, but we would be the ones to end it. Well boys, we are going to end it. We are going to end it and show you two that you are not, nor will you ever be, nor have you ever been better than us. That is Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “Face it boys, we got you. You think you’ve got us in a trap, but it is in fact we who have trapped you. This little joke, that you are anywhere near capable of beating us, ends at Spring Slaughter. We are going to beat you, end this ridiculous rivalry and then we are going to get on with our lives, which involves us and UWA Tag Team Championships whenever those become a thing. That’s Checkmate.”
The second generation Irish descended wrestler gestures to himself and to his partner who poses a bit, then stops, with the sunglasses in his hands.
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And, it goes without saying, and we will prove it at Spring Slaughter, we were born better than you.”
The scene fades to black on the two second generation wrestlers as they stand in front of the chairs and arena where UWA hosts Spring Slaughter.
With that in mind, it is no surprise that Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown are seated in those chairs, dressed in their usual suit and tie. Murphy has on, as always, his signature gold, round framed sunglasses.
Murphy: “I don’t think the big question going into the Sang Réal versus Cornbread Mafia match at Spring Slaughter is “what will the Cornbread Mafia choose for the stipulation?”. No. See I think the question should be what happens if the Cornbread Mafia loses the match that they themselves chose?”
Krown: “You have to admit that it is a very good question to ask.”
Murphy: “No one cared about you two prior to your attempting to take us on, do you realize that? Everyone was looking at K.I.S.S. to be a huge team, to become the standard of the UWA tag team division. Now look where they are. They are in a match with the Rising Sun Dynasty, who no one cares about and really never did anything and the Sin City Knights have yet to actually debut or do anything.”
Krown tapes his chin in thought
Krown: “I am pretty confident that Rising Sun Dynasty took my advice and committed seppuku after losing to K.I.S.S. because I had not seen or heard from them since.”
He shrugs.
Murphy: “People are talking about the Children of Nephilim, Aryenn Donnally, and the UWA World Heavyweight Championship. They are talking about the impressive wins Dark Carnival is managing to rack up. When it comes to the UWA tag team division, they are not talking about K.I.S.S. or the Sin City Knights or the Rising Sun Dynasty. They are talking about Sang Réal and the Cornbread Mafia.”
Krown: “So how does it feel to be in the first major feud of the UWA tag team division? I bet it feels great for you two, being the underdog everyone is rooting for. It probably feels just as great as when your sister tells you that she isn’t pregnant with your inbred hillbilly offspring. How does it feel to come from nothing to actually mattering for a few weeks?”
Murphy: “Right now, they are talking about Sang Réal and the Cornbread Mafia. After Spring Slaughter, they will still be talking about Sang Réal and the Cornbread Mafia. They will be talking about how Sang Réal went to that ring, and destroyed the Cornbread Mafia in a match that the Mafia selected.”
Krown: “You two have the right to pick the stipulation, we win the match. That’s how this thing is going to work. That is the only way this is going to work. You do not have any other option, or any choice but to lose this match.”
Murphy: “You two have everything to prove. I don’t know if you remember, but we beat you two at Tragic Engagement. We are going to beat you again. We proven we can beat you. Neither of you proved that you are a match for us, either as individuals or as a tag team. The one victory, the only win, either of you two ever managed to get was a complete fluke. You proved that you can survive, but not win. Everything to prove, but you have neither the skill nor ability to do it.”
Krown: “Face it you worthless genetic backbirths, it is over. It doesn’t matter what you two pick, if you even bother to pick anything, because we are going to win.”
Murphy: “So with so many matches to choose from, so many options in the annals of wrestling, so many choices, what do you to decide?”
Krown leans forward in the chair and places his hands on his chin.
Krown: “Yes, what indeed? What was your brilliant match idea to give us what for and put us in our place? Do tell us please”
Murphy: “Did you choose a steel cage match, a match where you have every opportunity to get us into the ring and give us the beating that everyone seems to think we so richly deserve?”
Sang Réal’s technical half shakes his head.
Krown: “No they didn’t.”
Murphy: “Did you choose a hog pen match, where you two could beat us by throwing us in the mud like the dirty pigs you learned about the birds and the bees with?”
Again, Krown shakes his head.
Krown: “I don’t believe that was the match they chose. And if you missed it, he is implying you had sex with pigs, which is probably true.”
Murphy: “Did you choose a street fight, where you could just hit us with weapons until we cannot get up?”
Yet again, Krown shakes his head.
Krown: “That doesn’t sound like what they picked either.”
Murphy: “Did you pick a tornado tag team match, just to make it interesting and isolate any double team attempts we could make.”
Once more, Krown shakes his head no.
Krown: “Considering how smart that idea sounds, the answer I am going with is no. No is my final answer.”
Murphy: “Did you pick a strap match? Did you pick a loser leaves town match? Or even a casket match or a ladder match? Did you pick a falls count anywhere? Did you pick a submission match or an iron man match?”
Krown: “For anyone playing along at home, the answer to those questions is no.”
Murphy: “So what brilliant match concept did you two pick? What was your genius move in choosing how best to get payback on Sang Réal?”
Krown: “Oh yes, do enlighten us to the genius of the inbred South Carolinian moonshine making hick, the master strategists that you all are.”
Murphy: “You picked a regular match with the stipulation that should we lose, we cannot cheat in a match or we are out of the running for the UWA Tag Team Championships, which do not exist yet, as far as I can tell.”
Both members of Sang Réal clap. It is a slow, mocking, sarcastic clap rather then a cheering kind of clap or even a gold clap or an opera clap.
Krown: “You know, I am trying to come up with a word to describe that idea, but it is a toss up between pathetic and sad. I do not think pathetisad is a word. I am fairly confident the Germans have a word for it, but then again, they seem to have a word for everything so that is not hard to imagine they have one for this.”
Murphy: “So really, the only way we get our comeuppance is if you two can actually manage to beat us, which is something you two have yet to prove capable of doing, where as we could win and we just end up humiliating you? Even when you have a chance for some payback, you manage to screw it up. You put both of us in a must win situation without actually having ever proven that you can win a match. That’s just brilliant.”
Krown: “We are truly, truly impressed with that by the way. Of all the things that could be things that you do, of all the matches you could have picked, placing us in a must win situation is probably the dumbest idea you two could have come up with. I mean it is a special kind of stupid to put your opponent in that position when you yourself have yet to win a tag team match.”
Murphy rises to his feet. He takes off his sunglasses, pointing them forward.
Murphy: “This brings us back to our first question, what happens if you lose? You think you have us right where you want us. You think you can outsmart us or somehow beat us. I think that we are the ones that have you, you stupid hicks. Since day one, we have proven that when it comes to Sang Réal and the Cornbread Mafia, Sang Réal has the Cornbread Mafia outclassed and outmatched. Nothing about that is going to change at Spring Slaughter. You are still outclassed and outmatched.”
Krown rises to his feet with more of a bounce. His tie comes free of his jacket. He does not bother to fix it.
Krown: “We fail to see how this changes things between us, or how this changes what is going to happen. In a must win situation, it helps if you can actually win a match or two. So far, the best you two have managed is one of you getting a disqualification victory. You used your one trick, your only trick and we got you boys. We still have tricks. We have tricks most people have forgotten because we were born in this business and we have forgotten more about wrestling than you two will ever know.”
Murphy: “We said two weeks ago that you would choose the method of your execution. You chose poorly, so very, very poorly. We said that you two started the fight, but we would be the ones to end it. Well boys, we are going to end it. We are going to end it and show you two that you are not, nor will you ever be, nor have you ever been better than us. That is Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “Face it boys, we got you. You think you’ve got us in a trap, but it is in fact we who have trapped you. This little joke, that you are anywhere near capable of beating us, ends at Spring Slaughter. We are going to beat you, end this ridiculous rivalry and then we are going to get on with our lives, which involves us and UWA Tag Team Championships whenever those become a thing. That’s Checkmate.”
The second generation Irish descended wrestler gestures to himself and to his partner who poses a bit, then stops, with the sunglasses in his hands.
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And, it goes without saying, and we will prove it at Spring Slaughter, we were born better than you.”
The scene fades to black on the two second generation wrestlers as they stand in front of the chairs and arena where UWA hosts Spring Slaughter.