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Post by Rock N' Roll God on May 14, 2023 9:49:41 GMT -6
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Post by roguehorsemen on May 26, 2023 21:14:19 GMT -6
{The screen comes up and we find ourselves in the beautiful paradise that is Royal Kunia Hawaii as the camera pans over the beautiful waterfalls, grooves of palm trees, sparkling white beaches, and beautiful rolling hills and it is here that we find all three members of the ECWF World Trios champions in the forms of David and Patrick Slayton, the Dynasty, along with Robert Armstrong. Both men are wearing cargo shorts and while Patrick has a white muscle shirt that is semi-tight against the taller half of the Slayton Brothers' muscular form, David abandoned the shirt but both men have their titles slung over their shoulders while Rob is wearing a pair of black shorts with a white muscle shirt, his tattoos that line his arms and chest on display}
David: Hello ECWF, first off I wanted to apologize on behalf of my partners and myself for this coming in late but we’ve been working hard in preparation for our first title defense at Rain of Blood as we are set to defend our World Trios titles against the new kids in the Kingdom, in the Ariana and Cole Anderson with Jason Dimter. And I've got to say that while the Kingdom might be preparing for what they think is going to be a match on easy street for them...
Patrick: A real spot of arrogance on you kids' part, just kind of fucking popping up on the tron like that and being all boastful when you ain't got nothing.
David: But we’re not going to judge them too harshly, I mean we did put out an open challenge for our trios titles and the Kingdom did not disappoint by stepping up to the challenge…but in that same instant they also failed in that same instant they instantly dismissed us as being legitimate champions, and again that’s fair because this will be our first major defense of our titles because we are defending them on the pay per view.
But that’s where all of the understanding goes right into the trash heap along with the hopes of the Kingdom being able to walk out of Rain of Blood as the new champions because unlike the three of you who simply popped up on the tron, almost as if you three were too lazy to actually get out there and challenge us to our *faces*...unlike the three of you, my partners and I actually clawed and smashed our way through the other possible challengers to get to these titles and at the pay per view, you can be damned sure that not only are we going to retain our championships…but also the three of you are going to be serving as quite the examples of what will happen to anyone else who wants to try for our belts, because we plan on holding these straps until we’re good and ready to move onto something *bigger* and *better*.
Patrick: Preach it, my brother!!
{David then draps a brotherly arm across the shoulders of Robert and motions to him with his left hand}
David: Do you see this man? In the lead up to Starcade, Dan Anderson said that he was nothing more than some thug that he was going to destroy, but instead Dan Anderson barely, just fucking *barely* scraped by to retain his title but that didn’t get Robbie here down, oh no…Robert simply buckled down and accepted a different challenge and look at him now, he’s the pure fighting fury of this trios team.
Robert: That’s right, and despite Anderson’s tired old bullshit tirade about how I'm some "generic tough guy" just because he waited until his make up was all done and perfect, his hair perfectly coiffed, and all of that other bullshit to cut a promo in which he simply kept droning on and on and on about how great he supposedly was when in fact, it was Anderson who was counting his eggs before they hatched because I almost had him a couple of times...but then again he's the kind of no talent little squirt who loves to use the ancient carny art of "Ref-Fu" in order to take me to Dick Kick City.
It's amazing how little you actually understand what it means to be a Rogue Horsemen...you and the rest of your little fly by night pals because we don't get embarrassed nor do we just pack up and leave when the going gets fucking tough...no, what we do is buckle down and try, try again and with each bloody try, the outcomes becomes more and more bloody for our opponents, until finally...
{Robert purposefully adjusts the championship on his his right shoulder, slapping its face plate a couple of times}
Robert: Well, the proof is evident isn't it?
But I’m only bringing up the past because for the sake of explaining the present to you all and that present is that the three of us are going to walk into this match and we’re going to stretch each and every one of you until you reach that breaking point, stretched so badly that you’ll be crying out for mercies where there will be none to be had.
Patrick: And why is there not a single mercy to be had, because you’ve done and entered into the world of the Rogue Horsemen and we give *zero* fucks about what happens to those who cross into our world when our gold is on the line. We proved that time and time again in Japan with great success and now that we hold these straps, you can be rest-freaking-assured that we’re going to be holding these for a good long time.
{The camera then refocuses in on David who has a huge grin on his face as he looks at his two partners with pride}
David: That’s the level of confidence that we’re bringing into this match, boys and girl of the Kingdom. And yes, while we might be going into this match slightly blind because we haven’t seen the three of you do anything here in this company, that doesn’t mean that we’re not going to go into this match with all guns blazing just to prove why the Rogue Horsemen are the true elite of professional wrestling, no matter who is set in front of us.
But before you go off and start claiming that we’re just being a bunch of braggarts, just remember that we’ve got the high ground here because we’ve fought our way to the top of this mountain, just like every other version of the Rogues before us over the course of this faction’s history, and that path to the mountain has been paved with the broken bodies of past opponents from promotions all across the world…from North America to Japan to Mexico to Canada and beyond, the Rogues have always done two things exceptionally well;
Tear through the masses and claim championships.
{A slight smirk then crosses David’s handsome features as he gives the camera a solid look}
David: But then again, if by some happenstance you do manage to perform the impossible and beat us…well then, at that point my partners and I will get to indulge in that third thing that the Rogues have always done quite well at…
Robert: Yeah, but this one is more of a…matter of personal enjoyment more than anything.
David: That’s right, because Kingdom…if somehow you do manage to survive having us destroy you with some of the most effective, innovative, and *provocative* wrestling in the history of Trios wrestling…if somehow you manage to pull yourselves up from the edge of the pit of failure and beat us at Rain of Blood…well then, I can only hope that when the powers above created your bodies, that they added swivels to your heads because that’s what your freaking heads going to need to be on the most because oh what violence will come from *that* dirty deed.
{The smirk then disappears from David’s face}
David: But that’s not going to happen, because from the moment that bell rings at Rain of Blood…your combined asses belongs to the Rogue Horsemen. And I fully intend to enjoy tearing down the thrones of the Kingdom here in ECWF and sending you all to the Jade Court for that final verdict on your careers.
Patrick: Hope you kids are ready for a bloody bad time…because soon it’ll be showtime!
David: One final word…don’t prepare for a match, kids, prepare for a freaking *war*!
{The screen then fades to black}
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