May 16th 2011
Welcome to another edition of the J-Transfer! I’m Jay Phillips! Well, the Playstation Network is FINALLY back up so I can not post these videos and interv----what? What do you mean it didn’t effect the regular internet?? Oh man! I didn’t know the Internet still worked without the Playstation Network! I’ve just been playing Solitaire all this time on my computer! Man!
Anyway! Here’s some vids from last week just after the matches took place!
*clip cuts to Jay running up to Nick Belhor walking down the hallway and looking less than pleased*
Jay: Nick! Can you comment on the matches your guys were in?
Nick: Mr. Phillips, if I have to see you again this week, you’ll be paid a visit by the Sons of Darkness.
Jay: *worried* I’m sorry Mr. Belhor. Just your thoughts and I’ll go?
Nick: My thoughts are this. The NRWL, it’s executives, and it’s officiating have shown their true colors tonight. Once, yet again, they have pushed a member of the Sons of Darkness down!
Jay: What do you mean?
Nick: I’m talking about inappropriate disqualification of Abbadon!
Jay: But---you---elbowed Storm….?
Nick: I DID NO SUCH THING!!!! Storm Harrison left the ring to come at me—
Jay: I thought Abbadon threw him out?
Nick: --and I was trying to assist him back in, and my foot got caught on a badly set piece of padding and I tripped and landed on him. I tried to stop myself but couldn’t! And the ref stops the match. This federation is a joke.
Jay: So….what’s next for the Sons of Darkness?
Nick: What’s next is this. I will have them in a match where they are the most dangerous – together! We have certain unfinished business with one Rex Anarchy. Just because that miserable bedbug Scotty Paris cost Apollyon the belt, doesn’t mean Rex is safe. And while we’re at it, we might as well kill two birds with stone. Bruno Kowalski is making waves and turning heads. I’m sure he will be granted a title shot before either of the more deserving Sons of Darkness. So we will put him out of commission too.
Jay: So you’re proposing the Sons of Darkness vs. Rex Anarchy and Bruno Kowalski?
Nick: I’m not proposing it. I’m demanding it. Not get away from me, Jay!
*clips ends. Next one starts in Scotty “The Body” Paris’s private, gigantic locker room, right after his match with Apollyon. He’s bruised and his hair is disheveled. He is getting a rub down from a very attractive could-be-swimsuit-model masseuse. On a separate table, Trixie is getting her own massage from a guy who could pass as an Abercrombie & Fitch model. Scotty is yelling into his phone*
Scotty: --What are you talking about?? That match was great!!! …………Yeah, ok. I suppose I “technically” lost, but you know what? Nobody gave me a snowball’s chance in a microwave, and I went out there and gave that brainless musclehead a fight he won’t forget! Everyone is amazed by me! I came out of that smelling like roses! I’m amazing! I just keep getting better and better! Winner of the incredible ladder match! Got a title shot in this here briefcase *reaches down and pats the briefcase under the massage table* and now I’m known as the man who beat the Incredible Hulk, Apollyon, within an inch of his life! ……………..Right. Well, I’m just going to keep going up and make a splash at the next show by beating down another visible character. And I mean visible because his clothes are louder than a rock concert. I’m going to take on that weirdo Slam Jackson ………………Yeah, I know he’s deranged, but he CAN’T be worse than Apollyon! So he can go out there, clap his hands, pump his fists, rile up his Sham-nation, and then, I’ll beat them and laugh in their faces as watch their hero fall. I tell you, things are looking good for Scotty “The Body”, because I make it that way!
*clip cuts to Meinrad standing in the backstage interview area with Jay*
Meinrad: Let me tell you this, Jay. I’m pretty angry about last week. I wasn’t included on the card. And then, I lose in an exhibition match to a nobody! Well, I want this Armstrong guy in the ring again. One on one! I want to see what this kid has! And he’d better have something, because I’m bring the hammer of Brakkus down on him! I want to show him what it takes in the NRWL from the start! I want him in a TLC match. Let’s see what time of man he is!
*Clips cuts to in the ring action. Ash and Pedro Muchacho are in each other’s face with Jay Phillips in between them holding a mic*
Pedro: --Come on, hombre. Leyts see what chu got!
Ash: Oh I got plenty! I got a car! And a 3 bedroom apartment! And LED TV! And a—
Pedro: I meen een the reeng! *slaps head* Hay-soos Cristo!
Ash: Listen, Muchacho! You might be on quite the roll, but so am I! You beat some tough opponents, but I’ve beaten tougher ones. You might have talent, but I have more talent. But the one thing you don’t have, is the support of all these great fans!
*crowd cheers. Ash takes a few steps back and raises his arms out to the side and opens and closes his hands, asking for more noise. The crowd obliges. Pedro covers his ears and shakes his head and waves his arms at the crowd trying to get them to quiet down. They cheer louder. He finally gives up and yells into the microphone*
Pedro: Ok, hombre! Eets chu and me!
Ash: What’s chewing you?
Pedro: No! CHU! *points at Ash* ….. AND! …..ME! *points at himself*
Ash: Oh. Well you got it! Get ready to celebrate Cinco de My-Oh-My-Pedro-Sucks!
*Crows cheers with approval. Pedro stomps angrily in the ring at the insult.*
*Clip cuts to Slugger Malone walking up to his dressing room. He reaches for the doorknob but notices the door is ajar. Cautiously, he pushes it open. The door swings open and Slugger’s brow furls and his mouth turns into an angry frown. Painted all over his dressing room’s walls are stick figures of animals, people and other crude objects.*
Slugger: Son of a…. It’d better not be that freak in the loincloth…
*Slugger looks to his dressing room table and sees the tell-tale piece of bark*
Slugger: Ok. He’s asking for The Beating of his life. And I won’t disappoint him!
*clips end*
Once again, so much going on! The action never stops in the NRWL! This was the J-Transfer! See you next time!
