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Post by Wade Mason on Nov 17, 2009 14:52:15 GMT -5
[Single Match] Teresa Quaranta Vs. Russell Franchise
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Saturday November 21st at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Sunday November 22nd at 11:59pm EST Kirsten Shelley: 2 weeks ago, Russell Franchise was drugged backstage by AJ Adams, wanting to take his place in the Qualifier for the Scramble match. Chris Anderson ordered a drug test on Franchise, who failed. Mason had no choice but to strip him of the title. Franchise is going to be looking to bounce back and get back on the track to winning back his title, against a member of the Blacklist.
Not just any member, the TGW Champion. Both competitors are looking for momentum going into Onslaught, so will have it?
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Post by teresaquaranta on Nov 20, 2009 18:52:52 GMT -5
.::. cassadaga/ we used to vacation / no god / etcetera .::. You're probably wondering what happened to AJ Adams, if the wild rumors and speculaton on the internet is any indicator. Where's his girlfriend? I saw him at the magic shop. No no, he was at Hot Topic exactly at the same time. But, but his fake Twitter says... here's the newsflash. AJ Adams doesn't have a Twitter account. Or a girlfriend. Or a career. Not anymore.
AJ Adams is dead.
He will never be back.
I killed him.
You're welcome.
I swallowed the soul of TGW's bright and shining star like the old guy from Mortal Kombat, just like I did to Cody Only. Just like I did to David Blazenwing. And I can guarantee that all three of them are on the shelf for good and you will never - ever - see any of them in a TGW ring again. Are you still here? The house lights are up. The flags have been taken down and replaced with new ones. The troops on the street wear black. The media is run by the state, throwing up sweet sweet propaganda 24 hours a day. French Montana, for all his barely comprehensible blather about revolution, arrived about a month late. A state of chaos isn't a sign of a place that needs a revolution, order and complacency is.
The Blacklist already smashed that system. We are now in the post-revolutionary period. You know, the part where the losers are rounded up and executed?
Maybe French should take a few seconds off from combing his hair and look up Jake Norton and Aaron Shadows. Ask them what I do to vagary spewing self professed revolutionaries.
Spoiler: The same thing that happens to everyone else. I destroy them.
If there were ever any lucky breaks, we're the ones who got them, by virtue of being, you guessed it, better than everyone else. Not that we needed any. V and Jack Darling were, what? Given the week off? What kind of wrestling promotion can look at those two guys and say "Nah, that's all right, I've got this epic Jake Venom/French Montana feud, and I'm gonna ride it and see where it takes my company"? Simple question with an even simpler answer:
It's the kind of promotion that's desperate to keep the safety and credibility of its roster intact. I don't know how well that's gonna work out for them - Reina's going to destroy Shane Magnus and take the last spot in this Scramble this week. I'm going to spend two hours putting the boots to the two or three people insane enough to try taking the title - something will happen in the Onslaught main event, and the destruction of TGW will be finished.
To be honest, I feel like the climactic ending to this movie was a little rushed - Smash Cut to me kicking Blazenwing, Smash Cut to me covering Blazenwing, roll credits, me jumping AJ Adams this week as the post credits plothole tie up, end film, bring the lights up, go home. After this, in the immortal words of Jimmy Euringer, the rest is all bullshit. Everything that you've seen since, everything that's wrong with this place can be summed up in what we saw at the top of the show. That's what we've come to: Jack Darling pelted with shit by Jake Norton and two other apes. Don't make any mistake, that isn't a fluke or a one time wacky stunt, that's what TGW is. That's The Resistance. That's what this show would be without us at the helm. A show so interesting that people don't bother showing up on time, wander about backstage without any reason to be there, where the referees are complete incompetents, where - did we even get a final decision on that tag match? Who cares. Either way you slice it, we walked away the winners. It's also a place featuring Russell Franchise.
Franchise, after months of fighting nobodies, finally got himself into a confrontation with someone decent - and lost.
That was predictable.
And he did so even when he was doped out of his mind with his performance enhancing drugs.
That was pathetic.
Franchise, don't you know that stuff shrinks your pee pee, puts acne on your back, makes you grow breasts? Then again, they didn't even say what kind of drugs he's been using. I've got no ideas if I'm going to have to fight some guy raged out on PCP Monday night? I'm afraid for my safety.
Just kidding.
Let's face it - nothing that Franchise has ever ground up, shot or smoked will compensate for the fact that he's been on a nice steady drip of Vitamin Failure since the day he bursted out of mom's tummy like the parasite from Alien.
Kaori Shikagami. David Blazenwing (lost his smile era Blazenwing, which for the uneducated - and that's all of you - means he was even worse than usual). Jared Light. Steve Canyon. Kaori Shikagami again. Just sitting on the sidelines, barely escaping with a win while Kazuma Tsurgua did the heavy lifting against JAGI. A dead guy could have pulled that off. Belle Landru. Steve Canyon again. Alyson Starr. David Blazenwing again.
Short of a countout "win" against Q where he punted him in the nuts and decided that he was too unbearably boring to even roll up, Russell Franchise's entire TGW career, his unstoppable winning streak, his reign as Volitionary champion has been against a who's who of who cares - maybe Wade Mason thinks he was protecting you or giving you a chance to actually learn how to become good at your job, but he didn't. He screwed you over, just like the fans in San Diego screwed you over. They pumped you up. They made you believe your own hype. They made you think you were something, calling yourself the Constant of TGW just because he actually went out and gave an effort every week. They didn't have a choice.
Fools in need, so foolish to believe.
I have ALWAYS wanted to say that, by the way.
This place needed a hero, needed someone to step up and defy the odds and give the universe a chance to take their side, for fate to throw them a few lucky breaks. But the heroes this place built - AJ Donavon. Cody Only. AJ Adams. David Blazenwing. Shane Magnus. Russell Franchise. They were all false idols with no faith in themselves, and that worship made him totally unprepared to face someone like Jack Darling, made him totally unprepared to face V even if he'd come out of a NyQuil induced coma five minutes before the show.
We came, we saw, we conquered.
They saw the Blacklist, they wet their pants, they rolled over like dogs.
That's the history of TGW in a nutshell.
Franchise shouldn't be yelling at AJ Adams, he shouldn't be shoving him in the hallways. He should be thanking AJ Adams for giving him an out, an excuse, a decent way to keep his pride. Thanks to AJ, he managed to hold off on getting exposed for a whole seven days. Seven days to talk to your family, seven days to sign autographs without seeing the disappointed looks in children's eyes, seven days without controversy, seven. Without being a punchline on Around the Horn or getting destroyed by the first REAL champion this company has ever had.
And you will be destroyed - in spirit and probably in body, too. But unlike AJ Adams, I'm going to make sure that you understand what you're getting out of that pain. No more responsibility. No more pain. No more fear. No more broken expectations or looking up at the Volitionary Title you'll never see again anyway you cheesy fool, you prancing jester, you worthless twit. I will make sure that the last words from your mouth, my reward for your suffering... is a Thank You. Your gratitude won't be a reward for my time, but every bit helps. Onto Onslaught after that. Onto the end. If you ask me, this whole thing went easier than I expected. I was hoping I'd be putting Anthony Johns' face through concrete by now and not this illiterate John Cena wannabe, but C'est la vie.
I guess in the end even God couldn't save you people.
See you Monday night, foolish believer.
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Post by Russell Francis on Nov 21, 2009 12:32:59 GMT -5
Ring Ring Ring....
Ring Ring Ring....
Ring Ring Ring....
Franchise: Um....hello.
Please tell me you didn't do what I thought you did.
Franchise: Ah, you know that ain't me!
You didn't touch the drugs, don't lie to me!
Franchise: Of all the people in the world, why would I lie to you!
I've raised you better than this!
Franchise: Ma, you know I ain't touch that stuff! I was set up!
Mother Francis, totally ignoring the 3 hour time difference from North Carolina and California, has heard the news all around town. Media outlets, from ESPN to even the local sports operations, have been knocking on the door, asking for interviews about her baby son being stripped of the title on Monday night! She says enough is enough, and calls her son at 8 on the dot, Charlotte time (around 5 AM San Diego Time)
Ma Francis: Russell, why did you let this happen to you?
Franchise: What you think I had the opportunity to stop it? A nobody slips something into my drink and gets me caught for something I didn't do! I'm appealing the ruling, which is letting me wrestle this week.
Ma Francis: Why did you let those crackers get the best of you? I've always taught you gotta be on your guard when you're on top!
Franchise: Mom, I've heard it all before....
Ma Francis: Well, apparently the talks haven't gotten into your mind, has it! You always talk about being the best, and what do you do, you let one moment cost you everything! That's what all the critics want you to do, let your guard down. It only takes one moment to ruin a life and a career!
Franchise: If you're not going to be supportive about this, I might as well....
Ma Francis: Listen here, fool! I ain't raised no son to give up on something when the going gets tough...
Franchise: I ain't giving up, I'm getting my title back soon...
Ma Francis: Well, you sound like a quitter, and I ain't raised no quitter, otherwise, you would have been raising hell after you got stripped of a major title. You're either going to go quietly while the whole world laughs at you or you make enough noise to even scare the mightiest giants!
Franchise (pause) Is that all ma?
Ma Francis: You are a grown ass man! You can make your own path in life! I just hope it's not the wrong path!
Franchise: I've never let you down before!
Ma Francis: Don't let this be the start!
Ma Francis hangs up the phone. Franchise was left to sit in the darkness of his apartment to ponder what really needed to happen! After being stripped of his title, he's left to wonder what could have been. He didn't even lose it in a match, which would have been acceptable. But he was stripped of a title due to a crap drug test.
Somewhere, Franchise had to find his motivation . It was somewhere...he needed to find it quickly before doing anything else!
Franchise placed his webcam on as he switched into some clothes he wore last night to the clubs...
Franchise: Teresa...let's cut the shit out! I don't wanna here you wax and wane about shit even you can't control!
Ever since you gotten here, you talk about the nobodies and no names that are in TGW. That's all I hear you bitch about. You even bitch about me defending a worthless title against no names. But my friend, it's not like you have something or someone to look forward to!
Yes, I've defended my title against names like Kaori and Q, but it's not like you haven't faced opponents before! Who besides Blazenwing have you beaten here that had a big name? Shane Mangus...yeah, toss away match of the year! RU Trippin'? If that's your big name competitor that you have a big win over, you must be "trippin"!
The fact of the matter is, you need me! You see, I'm the only person in TGW that actually makes noise when he enters the ring! I might have entered as a nobody, but before my title run was cut short by a jackass, I was and will always be the CONSTANT of TGW! And you make call me a Nobody, but the fact of the matter is, nobody knew who the fuck you were when you came in with the Blacklist, and just because you carry the TGW Title doesn't mean that everybody knows who you are now!
Teresa, you can make all the jokes about me. You can talk about the show that I put on for the fans, playing jokes and hyping up everybody! It's not like you do shit around here....you come in and you play up like a conceded wrestler that has no better use of her time than to wrestle for a lowly organization like TGW! It's like you could have wrestled anywhere else, but out of the great charity that is in your cold, cold heart, you choose to help a desperate TGW that needs all the help it can!
Teresa, if you want to know who I think is the biggest joke in the TGW, I think it's you! I think you're a great wrestler, but all that is hidden by the fact that you are the most conceded, despicable person who has ever gotten into the ring. You talk about the talent level in this shallow pool, why don't you come to the deep side and take me on!
Sure, I don't have my title, the title I defended longer than anybody else in this god forsaken organization, but why don't we give the people what they want, a battle of the titans!
I won't even do my so called gimmick, as you call it! I'll just come to the ring and whoop your ass all over the Googleplex! Hell, if I have time, I might take you on a tour through San Diego with my foot in your ass!!!
You talk about bringing a pain that makes me forget about everything. I'm about to give you a pain that makes you remember me! When you leave the ring after our fight, the pain will make you remember that you can't and will never beat a "nobody" like me! When you wake up the next morning, the pain you feel in your arms when you brush your big ass teeth will make you remember the empty threats you've pushed around as the TGW champion! The pain in your head when you're enjoying your Thanksgiving meal of beef enchiladas alone in your dank apartment will make you remember what I was able to do, the ability to make even unbelievers believe in me! And the pain you feel at Onslaught will be a even greater pain, because at Onslaught, I will repeat what will begin at Animosty and I will stand over you with your TGW Title around my waist!
I don't need drugs to defeat you, Teresa! I don't need the fans, I don't need Wade Mason, or even my "A" Game to finish the job! I am that DAMN GOOD at what I do! I promise you, Teresa, come Monday night, the things that I'll do to you will be the stuff of legend! No gimmicks, no show, just PURE DESTRUCTION!
I've been slacking about stopping the Blacklist from getting the best of True Glory! Beginning now, I get real damn serious! Monday night, you want a true contender, somebody to put you up as a big show, you got your wish! We are going to fight the match that becomes legendary!
Bring your pain, BITCH!
Webcam ends!
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