May 9th 2011
Jay Phillips once again with The J-Transfer! We’re a mere 36 hours before the next show, and I’ve been busy hoofing it to and fro to get the latest from the NRWL talent! Let’s get right to the clips!
*Cut to Jay running down the arena hallways up to Nick Belhor*
Jay: Mr. Behlor! What’s up next for the Sons of Darkness, both of which are coming off a loss at the last show.
*Nick Belhor glares angrily at Jay*
Nick: You watch what you say, Phillips! Or you’ll be leaving this arena in a mop bucket. The NRWL execs are content on doing everything in their power to keep my disciples pushed off to the side. It’s criminal, really. First, they change Apollyon’s title shot into a Triple Threat, throwing a useless Scotty Paris wildcard into the mix. Then they claim that Apollyon has used his title shot and must work for another one. The nerve! THEN, they book Abbadon into a No-DQ match. I’m sorry, I thought this was supposed to be “wrestling.” You know, where you use your physical and athletic prowess to win. Not a weapon. What a joke of a federation. But, we will adhere to the rules, so here’s what going to happen. First, Apollyon is taking on that parasitic mite Scotty “The Body” Paris for his blatent interference with Apollyon’s title shot – and after the match, there won’t be a more fitting nickname for Paris than “The Body.” And Secondly, Abbadon is taking on Storm Harrison. The execs insist Abbadon work through the ranks, so he will challenge someone who is at least talented in order to re-prove his worthiness. It wouldn’t make sense to challenge someone like Mark Blood…
Jay: Apollyon vs Scotty “The Body” Paris and Abbadon vs Storm Harrison!
Nick: Get away from me, Phillips
*clips cuts to Bruno Kowalski in the ring*
Bruno: --so here’s what I’m thinking. We have an NRWL champion. I respect him and his accomplishments, but he has something I want. My goal is to hold that belt that he currently has. I’m not asking for a title shot because I understand those have to be earned, but what I want is a match with Rex Anarchy. He’s got the belt which makes him the best. If I can beat the best one-on-one, then I think I’ll have earned a shot at the belt. So what do you say, Rex? Iron sharpens iron, but let’s make sure that gold you have around your waist doesn’t become iron sulfide.
*Clips cut to a scene out in the woods. There is an primitive lean-to and small campfire. Ingoyama is kneeling in front of the fire cooking a piece of meat over it. Suddenly, a big piece of bark comes sailing into the scene and lands in Ingoyama’s camp. He picks it up and looks at it. Drawn on it are two crudely drawn stick figures, one punching the other. The one getting punched has a brown skirt drawn on it. The one delivering the punch appears to be wearing a red mask and has what appears to be the flag of Mexico over his head. Ingoyama’s face turns to a frown. He clinches his teeth, turns and picks up his spear, puts on his war mask, and runs into the woods. Scene cuts out.*
