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| [UWF/MBC] House Of Throwdowns [09.21.10] | |
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| KliqerT | Jan 26 2011, 01:07 PM Post #1 |
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* So with the Empress Cup in full swing and House of Throwdown's own recapper Scottie Saratoga undefeated at 2-0 with her third match tonight, this is Tara Marshall stepping in for recap duties this week. I promise to try and maintain the same level of wit... or at the very least outdo Nikki the Cat's terrible efforts some months ago. Before we get started, last week's RBR produces some interesting thoughts: * Orbit gets a measure of revenge against Gamma Ray, and for at least one shining moment all is right in the world. I shudder to think what depths Gamma will sink to this week in retaliation though. * Brianna... It figures. Kick her ass, Sylhouette. * Just like Scottie, MBC is up 2-1 in the World Series over the UWF. As someone who's called both places home for many years, I find this very interesting. Tommy Stephens usually finds himself in tough situations, but a loss this week pretty much cripples the UWF's chances at pulling this thing out. I wouldn't want to be in his shoes right now. * Serge Annis and Tumaffi... Seriously, enough is enough. The only suitable way to solve this is to bring back the Meatman Challenge. * And Jerry Titus has managed to pull off a rare feat: simultaneously he's the UWF's North American Champion in addition to being MBC's SBC titleholder. Huge feather in the second generation star's cap. That said, Gabe got robbed by not one but TWO crooked refs. =============================================================== * Okay, so off to the races with tonight's HoT. We're in Atlanta, GA, and we be clubberin'. * The first match on the docket is a debut on the UWF side of things, presumably to take the place of the newest MBC signee Liam Cassidy. His name is Carmine Condor, and he's... an interesting one. =============================================================== [The scene opens with Billy "Scud" McKenzie standing backstage with hunched luchadore in a dark red mask. The man has bad posture, but remains fit and athletic looking.] Scud: Hello I'm... [Scud's eyes shift nervously towards his guest, then back to the camera.] Scud: ... Billy "Scud" McKenzie, here with American luchadore Carmine Condor making his debut tonight... in the UWF. CC: That's right Billy, and I'm thrilled! Scud: UWF interviewer Moe Owens was scheduled to interview you and you asked for a switch. CC: Yes. [Scud gulps.] Scud: That doesn't have anything to do with the fact I said you probably wore a mask because of bad looks, does it? CC: No. But having seen so many of them without their masks, it is true that a majority of luchadores are sort of funny looking. Whether it's my case or not will remain a mystery to everyone but my girlfriends. That's the lucha tradition, Billy. And tradition's important in wrestling. Scud: That is true. CC: The reason I asked for the switch, in fact, is because I heard all that talk about tensions between the rosters, you know? And I just wanted to say that I've had no problems with MBC roster at all. One of the sisters was nice enough to give me the tour earlier on, and most guys were friendly. Or at least professional. Scud: The tensions have been palpable. CC: I guess so, but only a couple of them growled at me, which is pretty good for a standard locker room. Or maybe I'm still too new. The current merger complicates a lot of things, but we're all here for the same thing. Compete, and have fun. Scud: Which is what you are set to do against Jamie Kidd, tonight. CC: Yes I am, Billy! In Atlanta, Georgia, too. A city steeped in wrestling tradition. And I'm making my debut for a federation with a long history of it's own, against a man with some tradition himself, no? Scud: Yes indeed. CC: It'll be awesome, Billy. September twenty third, twenty ten, tonight's the night. I feel like a rookie that's just been called up, playing his first game in the pros. I admit it, I'm nervous. Scud: How is that? CC: Well, you never know what can happen on a debut. On January 7th 2006, I wrestled my first match in Mexico city. The promoter had decided I'd be El Condor Americana, and I thought that would be really cool. Like everyone else here, I'm proud to be an American, my man, but over there? They asked me to wave the American flag and walk out of the rudo dressing room for nearly a year! So here in Atlanta, I just hope it all goes well. But on a September 23rd, it has to be destiny. Scud: How so? CC: As I told Moe last time, I started training on September 23rd 2006. And now, four years later to the exact day, I start my UWF career. That gives me a good feeling, Billy. I'm nervous, but mostly because I can't wait to get out there are show everyone what I've got. Remind everyone how it's not how good you look on the outside that matters. [The Carmine Condor points to his heart.] CC: It's how good you are in here that matters. Scud: I can think of a few guys that could stand to learn from that message. CC: I don't mind repeating it, my man. Loud and proud! Tonight, Atlanta witnesses the flight of the Condor! Scud: He's making his debut tonight: Carmine Condor, ladies and gentlemen. [Condor spreads his hands, miming a bird taking flight as the scene fades out.] =============================================================== * Condor's first test in the UWF is against Jamie Kidd, otherwise known as the lesser known cousin of Alex and Daniel Kidd, two of the company's veteran stars. He's a nice kid, but has been toiling around in the indies for the past 10 years looking for his big break. I dunno if this will get him signed to the UWF, but he's also currently half of the ACW Southwest Tag Champions. * He's got the enthusiasm down, I'll give him that. Shame most of his aerial repertoire is not what you'd call visually appealing. Still, most of his moves hit his opponent and did what they were generally supposed to. This was a pretty good back and forth affair, but the crowd gradually got into the Condor's fractured air attacks. In the end Condor catches Jamie with a big dropkick that sends him into the turnbuckles, hops up and hits what he calls the Toad Splash (and what I call maybe the ugliest looking frog splash I've ever seen) for the victory. * WINNER: In 4:11, Carmine Condor. * And out to celebrate with the fans goes our winner. A man, or bird, of the people. =============================================================== [The scene opens to the dressing room of Leanna Love. She's clad in a black, cropped tank top and sweats, her feet bare. She's pulling back her blonde hair and tying it in a ponytail as the camera zooms closer.] LL: I'll admit that, the last time you saw me, I was a little...pissed off. I'd let that loudmouth, Gaia Basher, get to me. And, as a result, I ended up losing my first match in the Empress Cup. [She sighs and places her hands on her hips, her ponytail now in place.] LL: While I will be the first to admit that it was _very_ satisfying, slapping the taste out of her big mouth. It wasn't so satisfying finding myself laid out on the mat and staring up at the lights. [A rueful smile crosses her lips at the memory.] LL: But it was just the reminder that I needed. No matter how far I've come, there's always a bit of the old Leanna Love under the surface. Some of you may remember her. She was the woman that would let her anger get her into situations that a clear head would have helped her to avoid. So, I want to thank Gaia, strangely enough. That loss helped me see that I need to keep that old Leanna in check. Because I don't have time to waste on petty grudges and settling scores, especially if I want to find success. And that warning couldn't have come at a better time because I'm up against Tommy Jackson tonight. [Her expression is serious now.] LL: We're talking about a woman that has had an impressive career in this business. And has beaten some of the best. She's also coming off of a big win against Johanna Suprema. So, most would probably expect her to ride that momentum to yet another win tonight. And that would be true against most wrestlers, but it won't happen with me. Because I'm looking to finally reverse my luck around here. I'm tired of the setbacks and re-starts. Now, I take control of my career again, starting with this match. I have to admit that I have a great deal of respect for you, Tommy, and think your signing was a good thing for the UWF. But that's not about to stop me from going out there and doing everything in my power to win this match. So, I hope you're ready. Because I'm refocused, re-energized, and ready to reclaim my spot as one of this division's best. [Fade.] =============================================================== [Fade to backstage. This is where we find a stack of crates... and seated atop the stack of crates would be Tamara "Tommy" Jackson. Get used to it... the gal doesn't wait in the locker room. Not that she needs one... she comes dressed to work already. That attire, of course, is her overalls over a T-shirt. Her bottle of liquid, whatever that liquid may be, is in her hand. When she notices the camera, she speaks.] TJ: Last chance tonight to make a move in the Empress Cup... and it's Leanna Love opposite me. I'll tell you that I do respect what Leanna has done in that ring, but watching her as of late and what's going on with her sister... [A pause, as if she's thinking about what she wants to say.] TJ: I know it's probably not my business... but it just seems to me Leanna is being a bit pushy when it comes to what her sister wants to do... and what it comes to what she's saying to Gaia Brasher. Hey, I already faced Gaia in the ring and know she's a great wrestler... I also know she's straight up with people. I don't see why Leanna has to get all up in her face about everything. [A swig from that bottle of liquid.] TJ: And I will say that, while I respect the fact that Leanna means business every time she steps into that ring... if she wants to get all up in my face because she's got problems with Gaia... she's gonna find out the hard way I'll get all up in her face just the same. And then I'll show her what it means to get to scrapping. [A nod.] TJ: And that isn't because I don't respect the gal... because you have to respect what Leanna does. It's because I don't let people get up in my face and get away with it. It's because I won't let people who got a problem with somebody else take it out on me. And it's because scrapping is what I'm so good at. [Fade out.] =============================================================== * The first of two Empress Cup matches on the night, between two perennially overlooked competitors that are each as tough as nails. And with Leanna and Tommy tied at 3 points in their bracket, the match winner would be heading on to the next round. They fought a similar style against one another, but Leanna's luck ran out when a woman dressed all in black and wearing a mask showed up to assault her when the referee's back was turned. Soon thereafter Tommy picks up a win with a facebuster, but when the replay showed what had really happened, Jackson wasn't happy about the assist. * WINNER: In 6:44, Tamara "Tommy" Jackson. * As mad as Tommy was, Leanna was even angrier after being helped up by the officials. I pity whoever's under that mask, and I have my suspicions that she's one dead mama bear. * Next up is MBC's latest find, one "Jersey Drifter" Liam Cassidy, taking on Jonas "Dutch" Elm in a match you could only find in the nightmares of wrestling purists. Condor's match before wasn't pretty, but at least he had a basic grasp of things. These two may have set the business back 20 years with this one. Elm dominated Cassidy from the moment the bell rang, opting to throttle him instead of show any real skill. But just when I couldn't take any more of this spectacle of suck, Cassidy got in one single punch. Lightning fast, dropped Elm like a ton of bricks and Liam scores the pinfall. Simply horrifying, although a little satisfying in the end. * WINNER: In 3:20, Liam Cassidy. * Heading into the commercial break, which features some goodness from Domino's Pizza and Dean Winters in an Allstate ad. OMG. Becky's not even hot! * Up next is the second Empress Cup match, featuring this show's usual recapper. To the back! =============================================================== [Usually, nothing good happens backstage. Sadly, this is one of those moments. Huddled together in a dark corner of the backstage area are two individuals. They're the slacker types that you generally find to be up to no good. Both are wearing brown wooly pants. Yes, brown wooly pants.] Slacker #1: Explain to me again why we're doing this? Slacker #2: Why? For the glory of Scottie Saratoga! [Ah, yes. Die hard Scottie Saratoga fans. She must be so proud.] Slacker #1: And I guess I'm missing the significance of what we're about to do. Slacker #2: See, that’s your problem. You don't pay attention to the big picture. Scottie is facing Tesla St. James tonight right? Slacker #1: Yeah, I guess. Slacker #2: And what's St. James' nickname? Slacker #1: That hot red head I want to show my... Slacker #2: Concentrate! Slacker #1: Ummmm... oh yeah. The Buffalo. Not because she's fat but... Both: Because she can't win the big one! Slacker #2: And see tonight, it’s a big one. If she beats Scottie she moves on to the next round of the Empress Cup. Slacker #1: So we're putting on this stupid costume to remind her that she's a Buffalo? Slacker #2: Exactly! Slacker #1: So why do I have to be the ass end? [As he asks, he slips one half of a wooly blanket over himself. His partner does the same, but his end has a hole in it. As he answers...] Slacker #2: Because we both know I'm the brains in this outfit. [...he puts on a lifelike buffalo head, horns and all.] Slacker #2: Now I hear her coming! Let's go! [In full buffalo costume regalia, the duo of slackers jump out into the hall. They put themselves directly in the path of a rather attractive woman and scream at the top of their lungs.] Slackers #1 and #2: BUFF-A-LO!!! BUFF-A-LO!!! BUFF-A-LO!!! [This however, is not Tesla St. James. Instead, it is a good friend of hers, Rose Malone. Knowing full well the meaning of this gesture, she responds in the best way she knows how. By superkicking the buffalo in the face. And down it goes, as if "Buffalo" Bill Cody shot it himself] Rose Malone: One step closer to extinction. Slacker #2: My jaw! Slacker #1: Dude! You're sitting on my face! [Rose shakes her head as she looks at the crumpled pile of buffalo slacker. To be honest though, their timing wasn't that far off. Passing this scene, and not even noticing the pile of human failure, is Tesla St. James. She has her hands in her hair and is obviously distracted. ] RM: Don't worry, Tes. Already took care of them. [Rose cracks her knuckles and smiles, but Tesla doesn't hear Rose and continues to walk down the hall. Something obviously has her off her game.] RM: Tesla? Hey! [Rose takes off at a trot to catch up to Tesla, and -- knowing better than to grab her -- taps her on the shoulder.] RM: Where are you off to? [Tesla doesn't respond at first. But Rose taps her a second time. Finally, Tesla stops, spins around and it seems that it takes a moment for things to register with Tesla.] TSJ: Oh... hey Rose... sorry... I was zoned out. RM: Are you OK? TSJ: No, not really. I can't really think straight right now. And actually I'm glad I ran into you. [Rose raises an eyebrow.] RM: You are? Why's that? TSJ: Aye, I need to find your sister. RM: Ah... you're not going to have much luck with that. Maybe I can help you. What is it you wanted to discuss with her? TSJ: This Bastard Underground thing she started... I don't know what to think of it. I like the concept but it’s like she's stabbing the rest of us in the back. I don't know if I should shake her hand or punch her. RM: [smirking] She might take that as a compliment. But I know how you feel. On the one hand she clearly isn't the only one who feels betrayed or overlooked by her own league, which she's supported a long time... on the other hand, she may be doing more damage than good. Her and whoever her backers are. TSJ: When it comes to you and her, I'm your number one fan. But I'll be damned if she's not making it hard. [Tesla runs a hand through her hair and lets out a defeated sigh.] TSJ: I don't know why this has me so bothered. I haven't had a chance to prep for my match against Saratoga tonight because I've been so distracted with this. RM: If it helps, I can try to arrange a meeting for the two of you. She's not taking all my calls like she used to... and she's on the road all the time now... but I can still get through to her sometimes. But! [Rose smiles.] RM: That's not your concern right now. Your concern is Saratoga. Because I'm a good little student and you're still my sensei, I've been watching her tapes. Want to talk about it? TSJ: Rose, I would love you forever if we could. Come on. Let’s find someplace quiet so I can hopefully concentrate. [Tesla leads Rose back down the hall, absent mindedly stepping on the hand of one of the buffalo slackers.] Slackers #2: AAARGGH! RM: Oh, I meant to tell you: that superkick you taught me still works like a charm. [Fade.] =============================================================== [The camera fades in to see Scottie Saratoga in the middle of a workout. Her face is a little red, sweat is on her forehead, her ponytail is hanging straight up in the air... ... as the camera pans back, we see that Scottie is attached to some gravity boots, and is doing a set of upside-down sit-ups. She is counting softly, as when she reaches '20' she stops, grabs a towel from the floor, and wipes her forehead before addressing the camera, still upside-down.] SS: This is not the week to slow down. I have two wins in the Empress Cup already, but next week is Tesla St. James, who is one of the favorites. I've seen enough of her matches to know that she's tough as nails, and... [Just then, a pair...no, six pairs of go-go boots step into view. Scottie looks up and almost immediately makes _this_ face: (-_-;) ...as we all hear a familiar voice.] "Hi!!!" [The camera pans upwards, where we see another girl who proved herself to be tough as nails when she beat Nina Grimsson's brains in on the last edition of Rampage Bloody Rampage...Miyuki Ozaki! With her pretty little face marked by bruises and a Hello Kitty! band-aid on her cheek, the Japanese-born ball of energy still manages to light up the room with a huge grin. Meanwhile, Scottie is all sorts of: (?_?) The TNT recapper rubs her forehead and winces, speaking with a weariness in her voice.] SS: Hey Miyuki.... everyone. What are you doing here? Miyuki: Oh, just checking up on Scottie-chan. Big match this week against Tesla-sensei! SS: But don't you have a match with Eriksen this week? [Miyuki dismisses that notion with a wave of her hand.] Miyuki: That no big deal! Why do you think Ayako was in Miss Morality pageant? Because she's pretty and talented? Don't be silly! [Miyuki points to the pretty and talented Ayako, who wasn't quite pretty or talented enough to win a fixed beauty pageant...although she's now sporting a sparkly tiara and a "Miss Germany" sash for some reason.] Miyuki: Ayako gathered information! We know Eveline-chan's greatest weaknesses now! [From seemingly out of nowhere, Ayako produces a large, leather-bound tome with gold leaf Japanese kanji written across the front. The subtitles translate it out to: "Eveline Eriksen: A study into the mind of a lonely sociopath"...not that Scottie would know that.] SS: And what would those be? Miyuki: Money as substitute for love and fulfillment, lack of strong male role model in life, abandonment issues and fear of human intimacy! She a real nutcase! [Miyuki twirls a finger to her head, indicating that Eveline's a bit cuckoo.] SS: I really don't think that's going to help you defeat her. She's almost six-feet tall and... Miyuki: Oh Scottie-chan, you worrying too much! [Miyuki points to one of her girls] Kiyomi six-four and she a pushover! Psychopath like Nina-chan or Eveline is easy to defeat. It's ones with inferiority complex like Tesla-sensei that overcompensate for shortcomings and think that world out to get them that are toughest! [Suddenly, Miyuki begins to giggle.] Miyuki: Just like you! [A look of utter horror appears on Scottie's face.] SS: What? Miyuki: Oh, I just kidding! No way Scottie is insane in the heads! [Miyuki looks to pat Scottie on the back, but realizing she's still upside-down...opts to pat her on the gravity boot. Meanwhile, there's a deep frown on Scottie's face...that assessment may have hit way too close to the mark.] SS: Yeah... well, whatever issues Tesla might have, she also has a nasty left hook and has been in more brawls than all of us in this room. I really need to focus to keep up this win streak I have going. [Scottie sits up and grabs the bar overhead, starting to unlock the gravity boots.] SS: I mean, we're both in good position to get to the Empress Cup. I won both of my matches, and you didn't lose either of yours, including against Brianna Landis. Miyuki(Under her breath): ...Kinsey-Fontana-Vasquez. SS: Huh? Miyuki(Without missing a beat): I say...Exactly! That the spirit, Scottie-chan! Keep eyes on the prize! We establish dominance of tag team by dominating Empress Cup! [There's those horrible two words again: "tag team". Scottie's eyes glaze over.] SS: Hey, I already told you not to get any crazy ideas! That was just a one time th-WOAH! [Distracted, Scottie loses her grip on the bar and falls back down, leaving her to sway in the wind.] Miyuki: Jeez Scottie-chan, you need to be more careful. SS: Yeah... yeah, I should. But like I said, the tag team was just a one ti... [Still upside-down, Scottie blinks rapidly.] SS: Umm... what is she.... um.... the one in the green? Miyuki: Yumi? SS: Right! Yumi...tell her not to stand-... *CRAAAAASSSH~!* SS: ...so close to that. [Scottie's face: (>_<) Miyuki's face: (o_o) Eep.] Miyuki: Uh...yeah. Yumi's kinda clumsy. SS: ..... [Awkward silence.] Miyuki: Was expensive? SS: Yes. Miyuki: Irreplacable? SS: Very much so. Miyuki: Angry? SS: Unbelievably. [There's an awkward moment of silence between the two, before Miyuki quickly quips.] Miyuki: Well, look at time! Have big match with Eveline to prepare for! Gotta go! [You've never seen six people disappear as quickly as Miyuki and her girls just did while bolting out the door.] SS: ..... [Still hanging upside-down, Scottie crosses her arms over her chest and closes her eyes, silently counting to herself to calm herself down. Just then, her phone begins to ring, but of course...she lets the machine pick it up.] *Beep* "Oh, I almost forget, Scottie-chan...call me about tag team name! Need one for distribution rights of animated series! Ja ne!" *Click* ["Animated series"!? Scottie doesn't even want to know. Still hanging there, Scottie sadly laments.] SS: But...it was just a one time thing! [Fade out.] =============================================================== * I've never seen a temple vein throb as hard as that before. I suppose if Scottie's going to devote herself fulltime to being a tag team partner to Miyuki and a cross platform media star I can keep filling in for her. * Tesla St. James and Scottie Saratoga wrestled what was in my opinion the match of the night. Both seemed to understand what was at stake as far as the tourney went... Scottie wins, and she's undefeated and moving on for sure. Tesla wins, she leapfrogs over Fiona Cassidy and has a chance to move on herself. Moves, counters, these two tore the house down with a great technical contest. It looked like it was going to go down to the wire, potentially even a time limit draw, but Laura Davis decided to put a stop to that. Davis came out and caused Tesla to get distracted just long enough for Scottie to pounce and unapologetically score a three count after a double knee facebreaker put TSJ down. * WINNER: In 13:36, Scottie Saratoga. * So it's Scottie going undefeated here in the first round of the Empress Cup and punching her ticket to the second round. That shrug she gave Tesla after the match kind of said it all. No sympathy, no how, no way. * The smirk from Laura Davis after the match said a lot too. * On to the interpromotional main event! =============================================================== [The scene opens from black to reveal Cain Morningstar sitting upon a black leather chair. He is wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white long sleeve thermal style shirt, his head is freshly shaven as he stares at a paused image of Pablo O'Connor upon his flat screen television. He exhales deeply as he begins to speak his gae never leaving the television.] CM: Heaven and Hell, it's an aptly named pay per view for the team formerly known as Heaven's Hunted... but for you Pablo O'Connor and Brett young it's not so fitting... as you'll only be seeing Hell as Saul and I finally end what was started so long ago. [Cain grabs the remote from the arm of the chair and quickly turns off the television as he stands to face the camera.] CM: It's hard to believe this started over a card my brother so foolishly wanted to give you after we injured your shoulder. [chuckles] Pablo all you had to do was accept the fact that it was an accident but know you're puppeteer Stephanie forced you to walk to the ring and play the role of a tough guy... so you tossed insult after insult at me... and yet when that evening ended you were once again being helped to the back as Saul and I left you laying in a heap in the ring. And since then the result has always been the same for you... your ass being handed to you by US! Do you know why that is Pablo? Do you understand the true reason you're left laying on the ground in the fetal position begging for mercy? [He runs his right hand over his goatee as he pauses for a breif second.] CM: It's because unlike Saul and unlike myself you don't have anyone watching your back. Brett Young has been nothing more than an absentee landlord, sitting idly by in the back as you get your head stomped in week after week. Think about it Pablo or does your puppeteer not allow you to think for yourself? I only recall one instance where Brett Young was there as Saul and I were trying to beat sense into you... trying to make you realize you picked a fight with two dogs you won't be able to win... [Cain stares at the camera with an expression that feigns sympathy.] CM: What's it going to take Pablo for you to open your eyes? Do you need another lesson before Heaven and Hell? Do you need to have you head slammed into another wall before you realize at Heaven and Hell you're just going to get hurt once again cause I truly don't think Brett Young will be there for you Pablo... and Stephanie well she'll probably just be hiding her donkey face in a locker... and really can you blame her? [Cain smirks as Saul comes running into the room with a book in hand. Saul's long black hair is tied back into a pony tail and he is attired in a pair of dark blue jeans with few holes in them. Knowing Saul he didn't buy them that way, and an old school "You've been Hunted", PCW t-shirt. He has a smile across his face as he looks at his brother.] SM: I told you I would find them... Right here St. George and the Dragon. [Saul points feverishly at a picture of St. George as he slays the dragon.] SM: I can't believe we're going to wrestle an actual Dragon! [Cain chuckles ever so slightly as he looks at his brother as he stares at the picture in the book.] CM: St. George and The Dragon ... those are worse names than Heaven's Hunted was ... They must of came from that Bastard place because they sure sound like bastards ... SM: We've never lost to a bastard ... [Saul pauses as he looks at the picture one more time and a look of disappointment crosses his face.] SM: Wait a minute... this dragon is dead... so are we just facing St. George? CM: We facing a man who calls himself Dragon not an actual Dragon ... SM: Well that's... that's... what's it called... false advertisement... yeah that's it! [Cain looks at his brother for a long moment with a smirk upon his face before he speaks again.] CM: Pablo, do yourself a favor and watch what we do with St. George and The Dragon ... and maybe just maybe you'll finally realize what a mistake you made when you pissed off The Morningstars. [All fades to black.] =============================================================== [CUT - Voice on the phone ...] "Yeah I am toughing through it." [Pause.] "No I haven't taken any pills to ease the pain. I know better then that and Pablo has been a rock to lean on out on the road." [We fade in to UWF veteran - "Fantasy" Brett Young standing, talking on his cell phone. Dressed in normal every day t-shirt and jeans, but a right knee brace covers the veteran.] "I'll be fine. There is no way I am taking time off with what those two head case brothers have been doing. Pablo and I owe them and come Heaven and Hell you can bet we are going to finally end things once and for all." [Another slight pause.] "Yeah he has been a model partner Chad. As funny as it sounds I haven't had this much fun in tag team wrestling since you and I were tearing it up across the globe." [A smile forms across Brett's lips as he talks about the American Dreams days with his former partner.] "Yeah I'll stay out of the gym and keep ice on my knee. Don't worry! You stay warm down there in Florida and keep training the next generation of stars out there. I've talked to Pablo and we are going to make a stop down at the Zone before the PPV." [Pause.] "You take care too partner. Later!" [As Brett hangs up his phone he looks up and flashes a smile.] "Amigo! I was just talking about you." [Walking on screen, dressed in a powder blue button up shirt with a very expensive looking navy blue suit jacket over it and navy blue slacks, it's the "Up All Night" Pablo O'Connor, and he looks as if he's been busy.] POC: Hey man, sorry I'm a little late. Been dealing with some business junk. BY: Oh? POC: Yeah, every few years we go through negotation stuff with the cherry cola endorsements. It's a pain in the ass but for a decade it sure has put a ton of money in the bank. BY: Where is Stephanie? POC: She's closing that deal and also selling a gimmick I did years ago to some company in Phoenix. BY: Sounds like you both got a million eggs up in the air. Are you going to be ready for the match against the Chromosomes? POC: Don't worry, man. I am SO ready to get inside the ring and smash those Chromosome dudes into leaking bags of plasma! BY: Woah, I thought you went through anger management! That's too aggresive my man! [Pablo shivers with disgust at the thought of anger management. Then shakes it off.] POC: Yeah.. I guess you're right man. I just need some release for all this pent up anger I have for those Morningstar yokels! [Brett nods his head and puts his hand on Pablo's shoulder.] BY: I know you've had the most to put up with when it comes to the Morningstars but don't lose your head. Keeping our cool and doing things the right way will give us the upper hand against those two thugs and then.. The sky is the limit man! Think about it ... Brett Young and Pablo O'Connor tag team champions! It could happen. Especially if we beat the Chromosomes, who have a title shot at Heaven and Hell, along the way to putting those two jerks in their place! [Pablo takes a long, deep, sigh. He smiles, perhaps a bit of a forced smile, but he smiles and nods his head.] POC: You're right, Brett. You are right. First we'll take care of those couple of Bobs and then payback, sweet payback on the Morningstars. [Pablo's face darkens then he remembers who he is with and he flashes the forced smile again.] POC: All on the up and up like, clean redeeming payback! BY: There we go. You've come a long way since you joined the UWF Pablo. It's been a honor slapping hands with you. Let me go check on a few things I have up in the air myself and I'll be ready to go work on our gameplan. POC: No problem amigo, get it done! [Brett nods and walks off screen. As he leaves the forced smile fades away into a less happy expression as the scene fades.] =============================================================== [Cut to a gym, where we find James St. George, one half of the eponymous MBC tag team St. George & the Dragon, currently lying on a bench and doing a set of reps with a rather heavy set of weights. His partner "The Dragon" Adam Drake? Flipping through the latest issue of the Daily Telegraph. Keen eyes can make out it's the gossip pages.] AD: S'not right...nice bird like her goin' out with a yob like him. [He looks up in annoyance.] What's he's got that I don't?! JSG: [not missing a beat and punctuating each checkpoint with a soft grunt] Manners. Style. Money. In line for the throne of England. AD: Besides all that! [Adam tosses aside the paper. With a sigh, James sets the weights back into place and pulls himself back up. ] AD: Somethin' eatin' you, James? You're not still thinkin' about that pillock Haliburton an' his two bully boys, are ya? We'll get 'em! JSG: Eh, not this time. [He shrugs] Been thinking more about our next match. Those Morningstars...there's something not right about them. Like they're trying too hard to play tough guys. AD: Don't sugarcoat it, James. They're a right pair of nutters is what they are! [That gets a chuckle out of St. George.] JSG: Well, all I can say is those two should pay attention about what happened to the first Morningstar. When pride goes before a fall, it's a painful dose of reality indeed! AD: [grinning] Homilies, homilies... JSG: You going to have a go at the weights then, Adam? [Drake just picks up the paper again, this time the sports section. He lets out a small snort of disgust.] AD: What's Ferguson thinkin' keepin' Obertan on the team?! [Fade out as James just shakes his head.] =============================================================== * I sense a disturbance, in the tag team force... Several, actually. Is there one tag team in the company right now that isn't facing some sort of meta crisis? * Okay, the Russian dudes. Fine. But they're not here tonight. * This one is an interesting mix of styles, thanks to St. George's power and the Dragon's aerial tactics splitting up the Morningstars and keeping them off-balance. Drake's quickly cut off from his partner though, Cain and Saul pummeling him and keeping him away from James St. George. James is itching to get back in there, and after a final desperate lunge by Drake the ACW Southwest Champion comes in and starts to go to work on the brothers. But all is for naught, as Mr. Haliburton pops out of the crowd and trips St. George up for a powerbomb-lung blower combination attack for the shocking three count! * WINNERS: In 8:28, The Morningstars. * Does anyone win clean on this show? * Anyways, the Morningstars didn't get much chance to celebrate their win because Pablo O'Connor and Brett Young show up to get them some. A regrouped St. George and the Dragon likewise try to get their hands on Haliburton, but out comes the Problem Solvers to make this a four team race. Lots of wild fighting breaks out around ringside, and... * HE'TH GOT A BICYCLE! HE'TH GOT A BICYCLE! * No seriously, Pablo came out with a bicycle and smashed Cain Morningstar in the head with it. After a short melee between all eight guys, arena security managed to break it up. I tend to think it's more about protecting the arena than the wrestlers, mind you. * And that's all folks, see you next time for the greatest program in the history of our sport. Man, I need to get out of Atlanta. |
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| Overly_Critical_Jue | Jan 26 2011, 01:28 PM Post #2 |
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Amigo, I ain't anybody but Juan Vasquez!
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Trouble in paradise for the Lez-b-Friends?
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| KliqerT | Jan 26 2011, 01:31 PM Post #3 |
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Doughy
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No, I think the Morningstars will be A-OK. |
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| Overly_Critical_Jue | Jan 26 2011, 04:43 PM Post #4 |
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Amigo, I ain't anybody but Juan Vasquez!
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I just laughed at a Beeby joke and it wasn't even Tom Landis!
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