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Post by Rock N' Roll God on Feb 9, 2024 16:39:47 GMT -6
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Post by Chris King on Feb 23, 2024 15:22:19 GMT -6
The current Ecwf trios champions dressed in their best suits are standing against a backdrop with their trios titles draped over their shoulders. Matt is to the left, Adam to the ring and Rob in the middle as he dwarfs Matt and Adam. They all three are smirking into the camera as Matt removes his very expensive looking sunglasses. He places his sunglasses in his suit coat pocket as Matt looks into the camera.
“I’m not the type of that says I told you so but look at what we have and look at what is no longer in your possession.(the three of them hold the belts up) These trios championships and our family wrote the book on six man tag team matches. So it’s no surprise that we have these titles in our possession. It looks good on us doesn’t it? We proved that we are better in every category. You got brains, Braun, wealth, and class. We change the game and raise the bar. What you’re looking at is, epic impact the greatest trio that has ever been seen. Our brothers paved the way and now we’re taking the ball and running with it. Bottom line is there is no one who can stop us. There are those who think they can but there is the problem. Just don’t even think about facing us. These belts are going to be in our possession for a very long time.”
Matt stated as he moved to the side and allowed Adam to step forward.
“Yes look at what we have here and that’s the three future stars of this company. We are going to be here when all the other guys are retired. Some should retire now and get it over with. These Rogue Horsemen or as I refer to them lost ponies. The lost ponies are in the wrong place at the wrong time. Armstrong and the Clayton brothers really thought they had us but we proved them wrong didn’t we? We won the very prizes that they held so near and dear to their hearts. You never doubt a crew, especially ones whose last name is frenzy. Our brothers are hall of famers here and myself and Rob are going there soon as well. We are the youngest guys to ever hold these belts. You think we’re gonna allow some sore losers to take our moment from us? You got another thing coming. I myself can’t wait for this match so we can put these horses out of their misery. This song and dance routine is getting old and it’s almost like beating a dead horse. Oh and looks like that will become a reality. We are just better at this than you three and you can take that to the bank.”
Rob steps forward and starts golf clapping into the camera.
“Looks like we have ourselves a problem don’t we. Looks like we have three guys who are trying to get back these titles. Well the problem is that you’re stepping into the ring with real champions. The business is in our blood and we are born to hold gold. It’s honestly that simple and now here we are again. After we beat you fools. You’ll realize that this isn’t the work for you. In fact what you fools should be doing is washing cars not fighting for titles. Hey so you want to step into our world and try to make some noise. Key word in all of that is try. You will try your best and it won’t be enough again. This is where these belts stay around our waists. We carry ourselves like champions and we will be at the top of the trios division for a long time. Are you ready to admit it’s time to walk away from this division? You three had a good run but this run is about to be generational.”
Rob smirks a bit as he goes to the background and starts doing pull ups on a nearby metal ladder hanging from the ceiling.
“We were born ready! We were made for this and anyone who doesn’t see that is blind as a bat. It’s okay though because we will do what we will always do. We will go out to that ring and out class, out shine and out work you three. Oh, we've been waiting for this for a long time. Clayton Brothers and Robert Armstrong, I don’t think you’re ready for this match against us. Now that we have beaten you. It’s gonna be hard for you three to get your win back. Oh and it’s not gonna be a struggle or a five star match. No no we’re gonna beat you guys quick. Oh and not to worry, the belts are in good hands. It’s all over for you three because the superior one said so.”
Matt dusts off his shoulders as Adam chimes in.
“What you three fail to realize is that we’re just getting started and you don’t have a chance against a well oiled machine like us. Plus we already beat you clowns and maybe you should change your name to the rogue donkeys because that’s exactly what you guys looked like out there in that match. We beat you easily and you know what we can do and we’ll do it again. Hands down we are heads and shoulders above everyone in this entire company. We have been born for this. Be prepared for an epic impact come Untaken.”
Adam smirks a bit as Rob steps forward.
“Victory is ours and there is nothing any of you can do about it. See you all at Untaken!”
The three frenzy brothers walk off
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Post by roguehorsemen on Feb 23, 2024 18:47:49 GMT -6
{The screen static jumps and we find ourselves of all places in the Bauhaus nightclub in Roppongi, Tokyo, Japan where we find all three members of the Rogue Horsemen-David and Patrick Slayton, the Dynasty tag team, along with Robert Armstrong-as they are currently in Japan helping out their uncle’s company on the start of their first Japan tour and thus, we find them hanging out in one of the faction’s well known and beloved hang out spots over the years}
David: Well here we are, pay per view time yet again and this time it’s for the Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation on their Undertaken show and it’s putting the brothers here against this Greatness faction for our ECWF World Trios championships.
Now gentlemen, I’m going to be upfront with you three and say that openly and without hesitation that no matter how good that you think that you are going into this match, there is no a goddamn chance in hell of coming out of this event with those titles still strapped around your waists because those are the rightful property of the Rogue Horsemen and unlike those little shits who were lucky enough to sneak a win over us…you are not going to be *that* lucky because while you three might enjoy the finer way of life, we Rogues have made a business of enjoying the finer way of life as well….but only when the job is finished and our goals have been achieved.
Patrick: Preach on, my brother, PREACH!!
David: Since this unit was founded back in nineteen ninety four, the Rogue Horsemen have always been at the top of the heap, a faction composed of some of the true elite bastards from across the globe and then some and with each version of this stable always coming out holding a massive array of titles…and when we do loose one of our championships, then the gloves come off and we welcomingly bath our hands in the hot, hot blood of our opponents until they scream for mercy and simply surrender up what is rightfully *OURS*, no matter what the cost is in the end because when you stand against the Rogue Horsemen, you’re not standing against some kind of fucking joke like the Kingdom or Crisis Core…NO! You’re standing against some of the hardest fighting bastards in this or any other company and we’ve proven it time and time again everywhere that we go and we’ve done so for *years*!!
So Frenzy brothers, whatever you decide to do don’t automatically start any promos against us with the lines of “oh…we’re going to conquer you three without any problem” because all that will do at this point is make whatever beating we give you even *worse* then what is already planned and from what I can tell is in the eyes of this man right here…
{David reaches over and places his right hand onto the left shoulder of Robert Armstrong who has been doing nothing throughout this entire promo but looking balefully at the camera as David indicated Armstrong’s eyes}
David: What’s going on behind these man’s eyes would scare the Devil himself with the levels of violence that Robert constantly focuses on in order to improve on what he can do in that ring each and every week, and he does this because he’s constantly wishing to improve on himself and his skills as a professional wrestler, much like a man that he respects in the form of Michael Bishop…but unlike Bishop who you’ve probably never heard nor care about, Robert here is in constantly desire to improve and become even more vicious in that ring as he went from being a professional wrestler to an undefeated MMA fighter before that siren’s call brought him back to professional wrestling.
Robert’s also the man who Kevin Hunter’s boys got their little sneak thief win over and as such, he feels an even hotter boiling desire to make up for that mistake, a mistake that wasn’t even his own fault but he feels that way nonetheless and as such, he’s even more driven to tear people apart in that ring, so he’s looking very much forward to this match so that he can feel “redeemed” for his supposed failure in our last defense of what *OUR* titles that you three are simply holding on to for us to come and collect them.
But now I shall leave you in the capable hands of my brother, Patrick?
{David takes a step back and picks a mug of something off of a table next to him as the taller and much more brutally honest and physical half of the Dynasty in Patrick steps up a bemused look on his bearded face}
Patrick: Now Frenzy brothers, the three of us know from the common fare here in ECWF that you are no doubt used to only having to deal with useless fucks who love to brag about how great they are in the ring but in the end, they really don’t care about this business enough to try and cut a decent ass promo to help support their way here in this company.
But we ain’t your common fare here in ECWF are we?
No we sure the fuck are not.
As a matter of fact we tear through those fucks in the Kingdom each and every time that we’re put in the ring against them, no matter what combination that they try and the sad thing that they believe in their own supposed greatness that they don’t even try to put up a proper fight because they feel that they puff out their chest, beat on them while proclaiming that they are the Kingdom, and that will be that when in fucking reality all that does is make the Rogues laugh our collective asses off as we take a shot because that’s all the Kingdom is to us.
David: A fucking drinking game.
Patrick: NOW!! We three fine fucks on the other hand…from what I can see is that you’re too busy letting your egos run too loose and that’s why at the pay per view, it’s going to be a hard but easy fight because you’re too busy being all wrapped up in your own supposed superiority…as for having already beaten us, when did that shit supposedly go down again?
Brother David…you got anything?
{David shakes his head in the negative}
Patrick: Brother Robert?
{Robert doesn’t say anything but his expression simply becomes darker and more focused on the camera before the view re-centers on Patrick}
Patrick: Oh that’s right, that would be as in “never fucking happened” because you three combined shits of dip can’t even say your opponents’ names right and that’s forgivable…I mean stupid is as stupid does and all that levels of bullshit.
No, your time with the Dynasty’s property ends very soon and very fucking bloody and there is not a singular thing to do about it because none of you are prepared for what a fully pissed off and ready to fucking fight Rogue Horsemen can do in that ring and that’s the pure and simple truth, no matter how hard you three fucks try to re-write history or the future to say or make it so!!
{Robert reaches up and uses the knuckles on his right hand just enough on his chin to crack his neck very loudly before he looks hard at the camera, and when he speaks-each word is bit off as he is trying to restrain himself just a little}
Robert: Now you listen to me, you collective heads of fucking knuckle, and listen closely because I’m only going to say this once and once only.
At Untaken, Undertaken, Unforgiven, Unresolved, or what the fuck ever you want to call this pay per view. Like my two partners, we heard that little white wash promo of yours and while you believe that you’re going to come out the champions in our match at the show, the honest damned reality of it is that is not going to happen because while you believe yourselves to be a quote “well oiled machine”...the simple truth is that yes, you can bloody well claim that because you’re brothers and brothers can claim that.
But do you have the sheer number of victories on the *GLOBAL* scale of things like the three of us do?? Can you walk into a promotion and earn instant and I do mean *INSTANT* rep because you’re apart of one of the longest running stables in this industry?!
That would be a flat out and out *NO*, because all the three of you are a small time family unit that has to call on other members of the family to help bully people around to get your shit in unlike the Rogues who go out there and fucking *EARN* every single bit of reputation that we have achieved in this sport and at the pay per view, I’m going to enjoy my fucking self as I throw each and every one of you around that ring before I force your bones to creak in ways that will make you fucking want to climb back up into your collective’s mother’s *WOMB* and stay there until you god-damn rot in private!!
So shove your arrogance and disbelief somewhere and prepare yourselves for a damn war because while normally, I’d be coming for the sake of having one of the greatest fights of my career, instead I’m coming for a FUCKING MASSACRE and there isn’t a damned thing that you three shits can do to stop it!!
David: The Rogues are coming for their property, Frenzy Brothers.
Patrick: So get them really good and shiny before you drop them at the feet of your collective Masters before you scamper back to the shit hole that you call a home.
Robert: Because Untaken will be your own personal Verdun…and you’ll be just lucky to fucking *survive*.
{The screen static jumps to black}
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