Post by Sang Réal on Jun 26, 2014 9:40:51 GMT -6
It is hard to tell where this stretch of chainlink fencing is, or what exactly it is. It is a tall stretch of fencing, filling the scene. While it is obviously in the pattern of what appears to be a chainlink fence, the darkness of the area itself does not help. Is this indeed a stretch of chainlink fence, buried in the ground and serving to protect something? Or is it part of the steel cage that will be lowered down over the ring in the Energy Solutions Area in Salt Lake City, Utah when Sang Réal and the Cornbread Mafia once again meet? It is hard to tell.
Through the darkness, footsteps can be heard. It sounds as though two people are approaching the fence through the darkness. As they move closer, it is easier to determine the outlines of who is moving towards the fencing. One is taller than the other. As they move closer, they come into view better. The taller one has dark hair and grey suit with a black tie, as well as a pair of gold round-framed sunglasses. The shorter man, with blonde hair, is wearing a black suit and black tie.
Connor Murphy lowers those signature gold round-framed sunglasses of his as he looks at the fences. Krown laces his fingers through the links, shaking them. The links rattle as he does so.
Murphy: “At Searing Agony, this is all going to end for you, Cornbread Mafia. There will be no more of us having to deal with your quaint, indecipherable accents and folksy hick ways, because we are going to finish this inside a steel cage.”
Murphy slides his sunglasses back into position.
Krown: “In the storied history of this sport, there are some matches that just get used to settle things between wrestlers. These matches have been things like last man standing or loser leaves town or usually brutal “I quit” matches and even the steel cage match, the very match you two find yourself in with us at Searing Agony.”
Murphy: “Why the steel cage? Why did we pick this one type of match to be the match that settled things in?”
Krown again shakes the fencing, causing it to make a rattling clanging clashing noise as the links move.
Krown: “Most of the others were a little too complicated to get things done in. Sort of hard to do a tag team “I quit” match, though would be interesting.”
Murphy: “Fair point, but that is not why we chose the steel cage match. We chose the steel cage because when we beat you, we want you and the entire world to know we beat you. We want a definitive victory at Searing Agony.”
Murphy looks right and left, taking in the length. He then looks up and down to take in the height.
Krown: “See, we figure that way, you can’t complain we cheated or anything if we win. You can’t get some fat guy to restart the match despite the fact he does not actually possess the authority to do something like that, which was totally fair for you to do for some reason.”
Krown steps back from the chain links, looking them over, taking it all in for a moment
Murphy: “Fifteen feet of solid steel surrounding the ring and the only way to win is by pinfall, submission, or getting out of the cage. And the cage can be used as a weapon. It is unforgiving and so are we. We are going to make you bleed.”
Murphy twirls his finger in a small circle. Lights click out, revealing this is taking place in a warehouse of sorts. The camera zooms out, revealing that Sang Réal are standing inside a fully assembled steel cage, perhaps the very one they will be in at Searing Agony against the Cornbread Mafia. Krown spreads his arms, moving in a circle as he gestures to the fifteen foot high structure of steel chain link squares held together by a scaffolding and clamps.
Krown: “It’s a steel cage, we can do that, and there’s nothing you can say about it. And it is historic. This is not only the first ever steel cage match in UWA history, but it is also the first ever tag team steel cage match in UWA history. It’s doubly historical that way.”
Krown stops spinning. He staggers a biutm, having made himself dizzy, but is able to recover.
Murphy: “And here it ends. ""Anyone can "start", only the thoroughbred will "finish"."
Krown: “Pinfall, submission, climb over the cage or through the door, that’s how you win.”
As the technical half of the team is explaining how to win, he acts these out. For the pinfall, he makes a fast three count. For the submission, he mimics someone taping out. For the climbing over, he lifts his arm up, and then makes a motion of going down by pointing down and for going through the door, he just points at the door on the other side.
Murphy: “That first time we beat you, we knew we could do it. We had said you two were not in our league and you proved it. We outsmarted you. The second time, we did not expect you two hicks to get help from a guy who had no actual authority to restart the match. You didn’t prove you could beat us. You did not prove anything that night expect that you cannot beat us.”
Krown: “Have you even really earned a win or proved you could get one? I mean one disqualification and having a match restarted by a guy who really had no power to do that should not count. But you gained that disqualification and everyone acted like it was such a huge win, that you had finally shown the world you could beat us. And then, when it came down to it, you needed help to actually beat us. And then you had two months off.”
Murphy slips his sunglasses off, sliding them in his pocket. Krown runs his hand along the cage, walking the length of the steel structure.
Murphy: “And of course, had the situation been reversed, and you scored the pin and it may have had a level of controversy around it, I am sure Chubby MacLots-o-lard would not have walked out and restarted the match for us. But of course, you two act like what happened was totally acceptable, as if we deserved it. The referee counted three, and we won and that should have ended it.”
Krown mimics a three count, and then gestures to the cage.
Krown: “But we will end it inside a fifteen foot high steel cage. You can’t get a fat guy to restart the match if we supposedly pin the wrong man, because there really are no tags in this type of match, so whoever we pin is going to be legal. Grabbing the ropes will not matter. This is a match that is going to have a winner and it will be a definite winner, because it would be very difficult for both of us to exit the cage. And, of course, both members of a team have to exit the cage. Did we not mention that? Because, you know, something like that should be fairly obvious.”
Murphy: “It amazes me how confident you two are considering you have yet to prove you can beat us. At Spring Slaughter, we beat you. Krown beat you in a six person tag team match. We have shown we can beat you. Yet you two act like a disqualification and having Bloaty J. Thunderthighs restart a match you lost for arbitrary reasons make you the greatest and most dominate tag team in wrestling, and you call us arrogant.”
The two second generation wrestlers look at each other for a moment, chuckle and shake their heads. Krown gestures to himself and Murphy.
Krown: “First of all, we have shown we can beat you and we are going to drive that home until you get it. Second of all, we get to act like we are greatest and most dominate tag team in wrestling, so don’t steal our thing. Why would you make that a thing that you’d do? It’s our thing. Don’t steal our thing. We don’t pretend to be rednecks or hicks to steal your thing, so don’t steal our thing.”
Murphy: “And that is another reason we picked a steel cage. As far as we are concerned, this game is tied two-to-two, though there are asterisks next to yours. This match settles it. This gives us a clear, definitive winner and it gives us the bragging rights. When we win, this ends and we prove blood is better than moonshine.”
Krown: “We already know we are better than you two hicks. Now it is time to prove it.”
Murphy: “The second reason we decided upon a steel cage is just to hurt you. That cage can be used as a weapon. And we are going to use that as a weapon. We are going to make you bleed. We are going to hurt you.”
Krown: “It comes down to that whole we made you and we can break you thing. I mean it is pretty obvious by your two month vacation that no one wants you here. We don’t. None of the morons filling the stands care about you. I do not see them holding up signs wanting to see you or anyone admitting they paid to see the Cornbread Mafia. You don’t have a shirt. We have a t-shirt.”
As if to illustrate his point, Krown opens his suit jacket and then the white shirt underneah to reveal a Sang Réal t-shirt underneath. The shirt is black with a red drop of blood on the front. In the blood is a crown in the middle of a four leaf clover. This time it is the son of the Irish wrestling legend Sheamus Murphy, Connor Murphy, who gestures to the cage.
Murphy: “We chose the steel cage so that once and for all, we can settle this. We chose the steel cage because it will provide us with a clear winner. No controversy, no asterisks, no Tons O’Flab coming out to restart a match, which he has no authority to do; just two teams, a cage and a winner. We chose the steel cage because as I have already said, we made the Cornbread Mafia and we are going to break the Cornbread Mafia.”
Krown: “We are going to break you and watch the crumbs fall like cornbread when you break it apart.”
To illustrate his point, the possibly crazy, or at least slightly unstable, second generation wrestler, heir to the Krown wrestling family name, Gabriel Krown, goes through the motion of tearing something apart and sprinkling the remains on the ground.
Murphy: “You are not some great team we cannot beat. You are not the future of the tag team division here in UWA. You are not the most dominant tag team here. All you are is the team we have allowed ourselves to be distracted by. You are the team that no one cares about, no one has been missing and no one wants to see. You are the team that we will end inside a steel cage at Searing Agony.”
Krown: “We know we can pin you. We’ve proven we can beat you. You haven’t really proven you can beat anyone at all. And honestly, we would really like to put you two behind us and get on with our lives so that we can climb that ladder to tag team glory and you can disappear for another two or three months while other people that people actually give a crap about wrestle.”
Murphy: “We have let you ride our coattails for far too long. We should have just walked, but no. You jumped us in the parking lot after losing, because you could not handle it, and then had to have someone abuse authority he never had to get a win. The Cornbread Mafia has needed Sang Réal to keep it alive, not the other way around. It has never been the other way around.”
Krown: “See, we came to this conclusion when we realized that for nearly the entirety of this thing, we’ve been putting in all the work. We are on at least once every Monday Night Mayhem, either wrestling or at the announce table and when we announce, ratings actually seem to go up. You two get the rub off the fact that you hitched yourselves to us and have been riding that gravy train ever since. We get on every show. You two have had maybe all of five matches since you debuted and nothing for two whole months.”
Murphy: “See, I used to think this was pretty much the feud keeping the tag team division alive. After all, we saw K.I.S.S. join with Jeszika Gautier and Aerynn Donnelly and now Bene Elohim to face the Children of Nephilim. We saw the Silver City Knights seemingly break up to go after Jones and Dark Camelot. There are maybe 6 real tag teams, plus whatever the Children and Dark Camelot can make up as teams, and yet the only teams feuding are the Cornbread Mafia and Sang Réal. But, when you look at it, the only reason anyone knows this is happening is because Sang Réal is doing all the work while the hicks either jump them once in a parking lot, because that’s the honorable way to do things apparently, or sitting at home waiting for someone in the UWA to remember they hired two hicks as wrestlers.”
Krown: “And here was are, doing all the heavy lifting and you guys get a lot of time off. We kept this feud alive. We are doing all the work while you parasites get the rub. And what I love is that you two seemed to have ignored the accusation that you are parasites feeding off our fame.”
Murphy: “So finally, after two long months of having free time off for the epic win you gained after an abuse of power and lacking authority to restart a match restarted the match and allowed you to win, you are finally ready to make your highly unanticipated return to the UWA, only to have your asses kicked inside a steel cage. We’re cutting you loose. No more hand outs, no more free rides. At Searing Agony, we are going to be beat you and let you crawl back to your stinking hick hometown and move on.”
Sang Réal’s brawling half, Connor Murphy, slips his sunglasses back on.
Krown: “You guys are parasites and you have been feeding off of us for far too, too long. It’s time we cut you off and let you wither and die on your own. We do not need you. We never have. We never will. We’re ending this and you at Searing Agony.”
The two move to the door one on of the sides of the cage.
Murphy: ““Anyone can “start”, only the thoroughbred will “finish”. That’s Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “You two started it, but we are definitely going to finish it. That’s Checkmate.”
Slowly, Murphy pushes the cage door open. It hangs open.
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And we were just born better.”
The two men step out of the cage. The scene fades out on the steel cage.
Through the darkness, footsteps can be heard. It sounds as though two people are approaching the fence through the darkness. As they move closer, it is easier to determine the outlines of who is moving towards the fencing. One is taller than the other. As they move closer, they come into view better. The taller one has dark hair and grey suit with a black tie, as well as a pair of gold round-framed sunglasses. The shorter man, with blonde hair, is wearing a black suit and black tie.
Connor Murphy lowers those signature gold round-framed sunglasses of his as he looks at the fences. Krown laces his fingers through the links, shaking them. The links rattle as he does so.
Murphy: “At Searing Agony, this is all going to end for you, Cornbread Mafia. There will be no more of us having to deal with your quaint, indecipherable accents and folksy hick ways, because we are going to finish this inside a steel cage.”
Murphy slides his sunglasses back into position.
Krown: “In the storied history of this sport, there are some matches that just get used to settle things between wrestlers. These matches have been things like last man standing or loser leaves town or usually brutal “I quit” matches and even the steel cage match, the very match you two find yourself in with us at Searing Agony.”
Murphy: “Why the steel cage? Why did we pick this one type of match to be the match that settled things in?”
Krown again shakes the fencing, causing it to make a rattling clanging clashing noise as the links move.
Krown: “Most of the others were a little too complicated to get things done in. Sort of hard to do a tag team “I quit” match, though would be interesting.”
Murphy: “Fair point, but that is not why we chose the steel cage match. We chose the steel cage because when we beat you, we want you and the entire world to know we beat you. We want a definitive victory at Searing Agony.”
Murphy looks right and left, taking in the length. He then looks up and down to take in the height.
Krown: “See, we figure that way, you can’t complain we cheated or anything if we win. You can’t get some fat guy to restart the match despite the fact he does not actually possess the authority to do something like that, which was totally fair for you to do for some reason.”
Krown steps back from the chain links, looking them over, taking it all in for a moment
Murphy: “Fifteen feet of solid steel surrounding the ring and the only way to win is by pinfall, submission, or getting out of the cage. And the cage can be used as a weapon. It is unforgiving and so are we. We are going to make you bleed.”
Murphy twirls his finger in a small circle. Lights click out, revealing this is taking place in a warehouse of sorts. The camera zooms out, revealing that Sang Réal are standing inside a fully assembled steel cage, perhaps the very one they will be in at Searing Agony against the Cornbread Mafia. Krown spreads his arms, moving in a circle as he gestures to the fifteen foot high structure of steel chain link squares held together by a scaffolding and clamps.
Krown: “It’s a steel cage, we can do that, and there’s nothing you can say about it. And it is historic. This is not only the first ever steel cage match in UWA history, but it is also the first ever tag team steel cage match in UWA history. It’s doubly historical that way.”
Krown stops spinning. He staggers a biutm, having made himself dizzy, but is able to recover.
Murphy: “And here it ends. ""Anyone can "start", only the thoroughbred will "finish"."
Krown: “Pinfall, submission, climb over the cage or through the door, that’s how you win.”
As the technical half of the team is explaining how to win, he acts these out. For the pinfall, he makes a fast three count. For the submission, he mimics someone taping out. For the climbing over, he lifts his arm up, and then makes a motion of going down by pointing down and for going through the door, he just points at the door on the other side.
Murphy: “That first time we beat you, we knew we could do it. We had said you two were not in our league and you proved it. We outsmarted you. The second time, we did not expect you two hicks to get help from a guy who had no actual authority to restart the match. You didn’t prove you could beat us. You did not prove anything that night expect that you cannot beat us.”
Krown: “Have you even really earned a win or proved you could get one? I mean one disqualification and having a match restarted by a guy who really had no power to do that should not count. But you gained that disqualification and everyone acted like it was such a huge win, that you had finally shown the world you could beat us. And then, when it came down to it, you needed help to actually beat us. And then you had two months off.”
Murphy slips his sunglasses off, sliding them in his pocket. Krown runs his hand along the cage, walking the length of the steel structure.
Murphy: “And of course, had the situation been reversed, and you scored the pin and it may have had a level of controversy around it, I am sure Chubby MacLots-o-lard would not have walked out and restarted the match for us. But of course, you two act like what happened was totally acceptable, as if we deserved it. The referee counted three, and we won and that should have ended it.”
Krown mimics a three count, and then gestures to the cage.
Krown: “But we will end it inside a fifteen foot high steel cage. You can’t get a fat guy to restart the match if we supposedly pin the wrong man, because there really are no tags in this type of match, so whoever we pin is going to be legal. Grabbing the ropes will not matter. This is a match that is going to have a winner and it will be a definite winner, because it would be very difficult for both of us to exit the cage. And, of course, both members of a team have to exit the cage. Did we not mention that? Because, you know, something like that should be fairly obvious.”
Murphy: “It amazes me how confident you two are considering you have yet to prove you can beat us. At Spring Slaughter, we beat you. Krown beat you in a six person tag team match. We have shown we can beat you. Yet you two act like a disqualification and having Bloaty J. Thunderthighs restart a match you lost for arbitrary reasons make you the greatest and most dominate tag team in wrestling, and you call us arrogant.”
The two second generation wrestlers look at each other for a moment, chuckle and shake their heads. Krown gestures to himself and Murphy.
Krown: “First of all, we have shown we can beat you and we are going to drive that home until you get it. Second of all, we get to act like we are greatest and most dominate tag team in wrestling, so don’t steal our thing. Why would you make that a thing that you’d do? It’s our thing. Don’t steal our thing. We don’t pretend to be rednecks or hicks to steal your thing, so don’t steal our thing.”
Murphy: “And that is another reason we picked a steel cage. As far as we are concerned, this game is tied two-to-two, though there are asterisks next to yours. This match settles it. This gives us a clear, definitive winner and it gives us the bragging rights. When we win, this ends and we prove blood is better than moonshine.”
Krown: “We already know we are better than you two hicks. Now it is time to prove it.”
Murphy: “The second reason we decided upon a steel cage is just to hurt you. That cage can be used as a weapon. And we are going to use that as a weapon. We are going to make you bleed. We are going to hurt you.”
Krown: “It comes down to that whole we made you and we can break you thing. I mean it is pretty obvious by your two month vacation that no one wants you here. We don’t. None of the morons filling the stands care about you. I do not see them holding up signs wanting to see you or anyone admitting they paid to see the Cornbread Mafia. You don’t have a shirt. We have a t-shirt.”
As if to illustrate his point, Krown opens his suit jacket and then the white shirt underneah to reveal a Sang Réal t-shirt underneath. The shirt is black with a red drop of blood on the front. In the blood is a crown in the middle of a four leaf clover. This time it is the son of the Irish wrestling legend Sheamus Murphy, Connor Murphy, who gestures to the cage.
Murphy: “We chose the steel cage so that once and for all, we can settle this. We chose the steel cage because it will provide us with a clear winner. No controversy, no asterisks, no Tons O’Flab coming out to restart a match, which he has no authority to do; just two teams, a cage and a winner. We chose the steel cage because as I have already said, we made the Cornbread Mafia and we are going to break the Cornbread Mafia.”
Krown: “We are going to break you and watch the crumbs fall like cornbread when you break it apart.”
To illustrate his point, the possibly crazy, or at least slightly unstable, second generation wrestler, heir to the Krown wrestling family name, Gabriel Krown, goes through the motion of tearing something apart and sprinkling the remains on the ground.
Murphy: “You are not some great team we cannot beat. You are not the future of the tag team division here in UWA. You are not the most dominant tag team here. All you are is the team we have allowed ourselves to be distracted by. You are the team that no one cares about, no one has been missing and no one wants to see. You are the team that we will end inside a steel cage at Searing Agony.”
Krown: “We know we can pin you. We’ve proven we can beat you. You haven’t really proven you can beat anyone at all. And honestly, we would really like to put you two behind us and get on with our lives so that we can climb that ladder to tag team glory and you can disappear for another two or three months while other people that people actually give a crap about wrestle.”
Murphy: “We have let you ride our coattails for far too long. We should have just walked, but no. You jumped us in the parking lot after losing, because you could not handle it, and then had to have someone abuse authority he never had to get a win. The Cornbread Mafia has needed Sang Réal to keep it alive, not the other way around. It has never been the other way around.”
Krown: “See, we came to this conclusion when we realized that for nearly the entirety of this thing, we’ve been putting in all the work. We are on at least once every Monday Night Mayhem, either wrestling or at the announce table and when we announce, ratings actually seem to go up. You two get the rub off the fact that you hitched yourselves to us and have been riding that gravy train ever since. We get on every show. You two have had maybe all of five matches since you debuted and nothing for two whole months.”
Murphy: “See, I used to think this was pretty much the feud keeping the tag team division alive. After all, we saw K.I.S.S. join with Jeszika Gautier and Aerynn Donnelly and now Bene Elohim to face the Children of Nephilim. We saw the Silver City Knights seemingly break up to go after Jones and Dark Camelot. There are maybe 6 real tag teams, plus whatever the Children and Dark Camelot can make up as teams, and yet the only teams feuding are the Cornbread Mafia and Sang Réal. But, when you look at it, the only reason anyone knows this is happening is because Sang Réal is doing all the work while the hicks either jump them once in a parking lot, because that’s the honorable way to do things apparently, or sitting at home waiting for someone in the UWA to remember they hired two hicks as wrestlers.”
Krown: “And here was are, doing all the heavy lifting and you guys get a lot of time off. We kept this feud alive. We are doing all the work while you parasites get the rub. And what I love is that you two seemed to have ignored the accusation that you are parasites feeding off our fame.”
Murphy: “So finally, after two long months of having free time off for the epic win you gained after an abuse of power and lacking authority to restart a match restarted the match and allowed you to win, you are finally ready to make your highly unanticipated return to the UWA, only to have your asses kicked inside a steel cage. We’re cutting you loose. No more hand outs, no more free rides. At Searing Agony, we are going to be beat you and let you crawl back to your stinking hick hometown and move on.”
Sang Réal’s brawling half, Connor Murphy, slips his sunglasses back on.
Krown: “You guys are parasites and you have been feeding off of us for far too, too long. It’s time we cut you off and let you wither and die on your own. We do not need you. We never have. We never will. We’re ending this and you at Searing Agony.”
The two move to the door one on of the sides of the cage.
Murphy: ““Anyone can “start”, only the thoroughbred will “finish”. That’s Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “You two started it, but we are definitely going to finish it. That’s Checkmate.”
Slowly, Murphy pushes the cage door open. It hangs open.
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And we were just born better.”
The two men step out of the cage. The scene fades out on the steel cage.