[“Hardcore Adam” is walking through the back hallways of the arena. He turns a corner and almost runs into a large man.]
Adam: Whoa! Oh, hey Tiger.
Tiger Johnson: How’s it going, Adam?
[The two give a manly forearm handshake]
Adam: Hey, I wanted to tell you thank you for having my back in that tag team match.
Tiger: No problem, boss.
Adam: I hope Mark, Tornado, and Warlock come to an understanding soon. I don’t think anyone wants them to succeed more than I do.
Tiger: Yeah, they’re all good kids with good hearts, but a little too impatient at the moment. Once they calm down and get their footing, they’ll be fine.
Adam: Yeah. I think the real people who expected them to be the second-comings of their fathers were the media talking-heads.
Tiger: I think all of us in this business have gone through what they’re feeling, and have made some reckless and not-so-wise decisions.
Adam: I hear that. My first few years in the SCSF weren’t that spectacular. I lost a LOT. And I used to get so furious that I was essentially treated as a joke and ostracized. It wasn’t until that I was able to pull-off that unlikely title victory before I started getting recognized and respected.
Tiger: Yeah. And I’ve made a bad choice or two early in my career. Remember after my leg injury the stint with the first iteration of The Mob?
Adam: Yeah, who can forget. But anyway, thanks again for watching out for me during the match.
Tiger: No problem, boss.
Adam: You know, not to sound too cliche’, but I think we make a pretty good tag team. I think we could probably make a run for the tag belts. Not looking for a decision now, but mull it over and let--
Tiger: No need to mull. I think we can do it.
Adam: Nice! Alright, let’s show everyone there’s still some fight left in these old dogs! Let’s start by taking out the Sons of Darkness. If we can top them, it can vault us into title contention.
Tiger: Let’s do it.
[Tiger and Adam walk away discussing strategy as the scene fades out.]
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Wednesday, April 30, 2014
A Common Bond
[Tornado's music plays and he walks down to the ring with none of the usual emotion.]
WarHead: This kid's got something on his mind. I can see it on his face.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Well, he's had a rough go of it lately.
[As Tornado is about to step into the ring his music stops and Warlock's music begins to play. Warlock appears and walks to the ring with a straight face.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: I'm checking my notes. I'm not aware of these guys having a match. I'm not sure what's going on here.
[Warlock climbs into the ring and shakes hands with Tornado. They both look around the arena. Tornado walks over to the corner of the ring and retrieves microphones for himself and Warlock.]
WarHead: This is definitely unusual. What is going on here?
Tornado: There are a lot of guys in the NRWL locker room these days. None of them have it any harder than guys like Warlock and myself. Other wrestlers come in and make a name for themselves with a clean slate. The climb to the top isn't scrutinized from the start. They are given time to grow. Not us. We are both second generation wrestlers. My father, Cyclone, is one of the greatest fighters in SCSF history. Warlock's father, The Druid, was an iconic member of the MoW roster. For those reasons alone, we are held to a higher standard.
Warlock: We came here to make names for ourselves, not to cater to people who just want to see more of their retired heroes. We aren't here so people can use us to latch onto their memories of the past. We have our own legacies to build.
Tornado: Even in the locker room, we don't quite fit in back there. The boys in the back don't give us the same amount of respect they give each other. It's like they don't believe we earned our spots in this company the same way they did. It's gotten old fast. So, we decided that it's time to stick together. If everyone is against us, then we might as well have each others' backs.
Warlock: But... two isn't enough.
[Nirvana's "Scentless Apprentice" begins to play through the arena. The crowd looks to the stage, waiting for someone to come out. A section of fans start to make noise. As attention shifts to them, a man in a hoodie and faded jeans comes walking toward the ring from the crowd.]
WarHead: Hey! Is that Mark Blood?
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: We haven't seen him lately. Where has he been?
[Mark Blood jumps the barricade and climbs into the ring. Warlock hands him his microphone. Mark Blood waits for the audience to settle before speaking.]
Mark Blood: If there is anyone who knows the difficulty of being given the shaft by the NRWL for being a second generation wrestler, it's me. Ever since I came here it's been an uphill battle. All I ever wanted to do was work my way to the top and become the champion, just like my friends in the ring here. But right from the start, I've been treated like a black sheep.
[The crowd begins to get noisy again with mixed emotions. Some supportive, others negative.]
Mark Blood: OK, so you want proof? Where do I begin? Right from the start, the office decreed me as a disappointment because I didn't win the NRWL Championship tournament when this company relaunched. Somehow, the second generation guy should have picked up the torch right off the bat. Remember the Colors Tournament? Johnny Young's team won that tournament. Ash's team lost. One of his excuses for losing? That I was on his team. I never forgot that. Last season, these two [Mark points to the announcer's table] continued to say "if he loses this match, he's done", "he's hasn't won a match in quite a while", while ignoring the fact that a lot of guys had lackluster showings all season long. I'm still here. Some of those other guys aren't. Let's not forget that I was involved in some of the more interesting, long running feuds with some of this industries biggest names. Johnny Young and I brawled many times. I took John Fraust to the absolute limits. Bruno, Slam Jackson, I could go on. Despite what I've done for this company I've never gotten respect... except from you fans.
[Mark Blood points to the people in the audience.]
Mark Blood: The reason I am still here is because you people always saw me for who I was. A fighter. One who kept getting into the ring no matter what. How many guys stayed out of the ring last season with injuries? I was almost blinded, and yet, I came back week after week and competed while other guys hosted awful talk shows or pretended to be injured worse than they were for sympathy. NRWL never cared that I kept going. You people did. That is why I came to this ring through the crowd tonight. The NRWL offices and locker room gave me the cold shoulder but you always stuck by me. Thank you.
[The crowd cheers for themselves.]
Mark Blood: I also noticed your appreciation for Tornado and Warlock. You cheer for them. You hold up signs in support of them despite the company ignoring them. These guys deserve better than the way this company perceives them. So we got together, the three of us, and decided that working together to fight the system is the way to succeed.
Tornado: This company wants us to stand in for our fathers, not be ourselves. The only way to prove them wrong is to fight back. This is your official notice. We're taking over and we're doing it our own way.
[Suddenly, Hardcore Adam's music begins to play and he steps out onto the stage with Tiger Johnson. Both men walk down to the ring and climb in.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Adam and Tiger? What is this about?
WarHead: Who cares! I'm still stinging from Mark Blood critiquing my announcing!
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: He jabbed both of us.
WarHead: Yeah, but I can't totally fault him for taking a jab at you, Amp.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Funny.
[Adam and Tiger both have microphones in hand.]
Hardcore Adam: Whoa, whoa. Guys. What is this about? Mark, Tornado, I've been tag team partners with both of you. Warlock, we've traveled together between shows. We're all friends here. You never told me you were this upset. I have to be honest. I think you're making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be.
Tiger Johnson: Hey, I get it. I mean, we are both good friends of all of your fathers and we--
Tornado: And that's the problem! You don't get it! It's not about our fathers. This is about what's best for us and only us.
Mark Blood: We aren't asking for much. We just want to be put against the same measuring stick as everyone else. We respect our families' legacies. We respect those who came before us. We just don't want to be treated like disappointments because we haven't been the replacements. We've only tried to be ourselves.
Tiger Johnson: We don't see you that way. We don't. We just think this tirade on the NRWL is a little extreme.
Hardcore Adam: Why didn't you talk to us about this? You know you can trust us.
Tornado: We're doing this alone.
Mark Blood: And let's not kid ourselves here, Adam. What are you going to do about it?
Hardcore Adam: We could work together to figure something out.
[Mark shakes his head and starts to turn around to walk away in frustration. Tiger grabs his shoulder.]
Tiger Johnson: Come on. Just listen to the man.
[Mark throws Tiger's hand off of his shoulder. He gets in Tiger's face.]
Mark Blood: We made it clear the three of us are doing this together. If you want to get in our way, fine. You two against Tornado and me.
[Hardcore Adam takes off his sunglasses and steps toe to toe with Tornado. Warlock steps up behind Mark Blood and Tornado. All five men hold a tense stare down before Adam and Tiger step out of the ring.]
WarHead: I think it's safe to say we have a match.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: These kids have a huge chip on their shoulder. I hope Hardcore Adam and Tiger Johnson know what they've gotten themselves in the middle of. This could get ugly.
WarHead: This kid's got something on his mind. I can see it on his face.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Well, he's had a rough go of it lately.
[As Tornado is about to step into the ring his music stops and Warlock's music begins to play. Warlock appears and walks to the ring with a straight face.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: I'm checking my notes. I'm not aware of these guys having a match. I'm not sure what's going on here.
[Warlock climbs into the ring and shakes hands with Tornado. They both look around the arena. Tornado walks over to the corner of the ring and retrieves microphones for himself and Warlock.]
WarHead: This is definitely unusual. What is going on here?
Tornado: There are a lot of guys in the NRWL locker room these days. None of them have it any harder than guys like Warlock and myself. Other wrestlers come in and make a name for themselves with a clean slate. The climb to the top isn't scrutinized from the start. They are given time to grow. Not us. We are both second generation wrestlers. My father, Cyclone, is one of the greatest fighters in SCSF history. Warlock's father, The Druid, was an iconic member of the MoW roster. For those reasons alone, we are held to a higher standard.
Warlock: We came here to make names for ourselves, not to cater to people who just want to see more of their retired heroes. We aren't here so people can use us to latch onto their memories of the past. We have our own legacies to build.
Tornado: Even in the locker room, we don't quite fit in back there. The boys in the back don't give us the same amount of respect they give each other. It's like they don't believe we earned our spots in this company the same way they did. It's gotten old fast. So, we decided that it's time to stick together. If everyone is against us, then we might as well have each others' backs.
Warlock: But... two isn't enough.
[Nirvana's "Scentless Apprentice" begins to play through the arena. The crowd looks to the stage, waiting for someone to come out. A section of fans start to make noise. As attention shifts to them, a man in a hoodie and faded jeans comes walking toward the ring from the crowd.]
WarHead: Hey! Is that Mark Blood?
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: We haven't seen him lately. Where has he been?
[Mark Blood jumps the barricade and climbs into the ring. Warlock hands him his microphone. Mark Blood waits for the audience to settle before speaking.]
Mark Blood: If there is anyone who knows the difficulty of being given the shaft by the NRWL for being a second generation wrestler, it's me. Ever since I came here it's been an uphill battle. All I ever wanted to do was work my way to the top and become the champion, just like my friends in the ring here. But right from the start, I've been treated like a black sheep.
[The crowd begins to get noisy again with mixed emotions. Some supportive, others negative.]
Mark Blood: OK, so you want proof? Where do I begin? Right from the start, the office decreed me as a disappointment because I didn't win the NRWL Championship tournament when this company relaunched. Somehow, the second generation guy should have picked up the torch right off the bat. Remember the Colors Tournament? Johnny Young's team won that tournament. Ash's team lost. One of his excuses for losing? That I was on his team. I never forgot that. Last season, these two [Mark points to the announcer's table] continued to say "if he loses this match, he's done", "he's hasn't won a match in quite a while", while ignoring the fact that a lot of guys had lackluster showings all season long. I'm still here. Some of those other guys aren't. Let's not forget that I was involved in some of the more interesting, long running feuds with some of this industries biggest names. Johnny Young and I brawled many times. I took John Fraust to the absolute limits. Bruno, Slam Jackson, I could go on. Despite what I've done for this company I've never gotten respect... except from you fans.
[Mark Blood points to the people in the audience.]
Mark Blood: The reason I am still here is because you people always saw me for who I was. A fighter. One who kept getting into the ring no matter what. How many guys stayed out of the ring last season with injuries? I was almost blinded, and yet, I came back week after week and competed while other guys hosted awful talk shows or pretended to be injured worse than they were for sympathy. NRWL never cared that I kept going. You people did. That is why I came to this ring through the crowd tonight. The NRWL offices and locker room gave me the cold shoulder but you always stuck by me. Thank you.
[The crowd cheers for themselves.]
Mark Blood: I also noticed your appreciation for Tornado and Warlock. You cheer for them. You hold up signs in support of them despite the company ignoring them. These guys deserve better than the way this company perceives them. So we got together, the three of us, and decided that working together to fight the system is the way to succeed.
Tornado: This company wants us to stand in for our fathers, not be ourselves. The only way to prove them wrong is to fight back. This is your official notice. We're taking over and we're doing it our own way.
[Suddenly, Hardcore Adam's music begins to play and he steps out onto the stage with Tiger Johnson. Both men walk down to the ring and climb in.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Adam and Tiger? What is this about?
WarHead: Who cares! I'm still stinging from Mark Blood critiquing my announcing!
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: He jabbed both of us.
WarHead: Yeah, but I can't totally fault him for taking a jab at you, Amp.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Funny.
[Adam and Tiger both have microphones in hand.]
Hardcore Adam: Whoa, whoa. Guys. What is this about? Mark, Tornado, I've been tag team partners with both of you. Warlock, we've traveled together between shows. We're all friends here. You never told me you were this upset. I have to be honest. I think you're making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be.
Tiger Johnson: Hey, I get it. I mean, we are both good friends of all of your fathers and we--
Tornado: And that's the problem! You don't get it! It's not about our fathers. This is about what's best for us and only us.
Mark Blood: We aren't asking for much. We just want to be put against the same measuring stick as everyone else. We respect our families' legacies. We respect those who came before us. We just don't want to be treated like disappointments because we haven't been the replacements. We've only tried to be ourselves.
Tiger Johnson: We don't see you that way. We don't. We just think this tirade on the NRWL is a little extreme.
Hardcore Adam: Why didn't you talk to us about this? You know you can trust us.
Tornado: We're doing this alone.
Mark Blood: And let's not kid ourselves here, Adam. What are you going to do about it?
Hardcore Adam: We could work together to figure something out.
[Mark shakes his head and starts to turn around to walk away in frustration. Tiger grabs his shoulder.]
Tiger Johnson: Come on. Just listen to the man.
[Mark throws Tiger's hand off of his shoulder. He gets in Tiger's face.]
Mark Blood: We made it clear the three of us are doing this together. If you want to get in our way, fine. You two against Tornado and me.
[Hardcore Adam takes off his sunglasses and steps toe to toe with Tornado. Warlock steps up behind Mark Blood and Tornado. All five men hold a tense stare down before Adam and Tiger step out of the ring.]
WarHead: I think it's safe to say we have a match.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: These kids have a huge chip on their shoulder. I hope Hardcore Adam and Tiger Johnson know what they've gotten themselves in the middle of. This could get ugly.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Two Types of Wise Guys
[Jay Phillips is in the interview area
with Hardcore Adam]
Jay: It's my pleasure to have Hardcore
Adam, joining me once again.
Adam: Good to see you again Jay, I
could get used to these interviews. Maybe I'll see you next week too!
[Jay chuckles]
Jay: Perhaps. But before we get ahead
of ourselves, I want to ask you about last week. You teamed with
Tornado and suffered a defeat against The 4 Elements. How do you plan
to bounce back from that loss?
Adam: Losing your first match to start
a new season is never ideal. But I've been around the ring long
enough, I know how to clear my head, and focus on the next match.
Jay: Your next matches can be very
crucial.
Adam: Exactly. It's a fact, if I want
to face Bruno Kowalski, or whoever may be NRWL champion, I'm going to
have to step my game up, and make sure-
[Hardcore Adam trails off and looks off
camera. Franco Mancini steps into view and goes face to face with
Adam]
Franco: Am I hearing right? You're
thinkin' you still have a chance at NRWL Championship? Look it, I
don't want to hurt your feelings or nothin', but...it's not
happening! This business is all about what have you done for me
lately. You're nothin' but a novelty act. You're living off your
past! So why not just retire and quit embarrassing yourself?
Adam: I know who you are. And I don't
mean your name. You're one of these young guns that comes in, claims
they're the best, fight a few matches, then disappear forever. I've
seen too many people like you to keep count. So if you want to talk
about embarrassing yourself, just keep talking. You'll probably be
gone in the next month anyway.
Franco: That's where you're wrong,
Adam. You lost a tag match. A match you were in the ring for a grand
total of 20 seconds! Me? I wrestled two matches last show, and won
both! And you know what I think I'm going to do? I think I'll wrestle
another match...against you. I'll move a bit closer to getting gold,
and you'll be movin' to a nursing home!
[Franco Mancini laughs and walks off.
Hardcore Adam turns his attention back to Jay Phillips]
Adam: Jay, I'll end the interview with
this: I'm looking forward to this “bounce back” match.
[Hardcore Adam walks off]
Jay: Ladies and gentlemen, that was
Hardcore Adam.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Hardcore Aspirations
[Jay Phillips is standing in the interview area]
Jay: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest, Hardcore Adam.
[Adam steps into the scene]
Jay: Adam, let me first say that I am a big fan and huge admirer of yours. You’ve had a storied career in wrestling and you are, for all intents and purposes, guaranteed NRWL Hall of Fame induction whenever you decide to retire.
Adam: Thanks for kind words, Jay.
Jay: You’ve been a staple in this company for quite some time now, yet unfortunately you’ve only held 1 title - the tag team title back in Season 1 with Mike Blood. And even then, it was a short-lived reign.
Adam: Yeah, I think it lasted a whole hour or so, didn’t it?
Jay: You weren’t even beaten for the belt. Mike Blood’s retirement vacated your tag team title.
Adam: Yeah, it kinda sucks. But I knew going in that it was Mike’s last match. I don’t hold anything against him. I’m happy he got to go out a champion, and I’m proud to have helped him do that. But it still stings having a title stripped from you instead of being bested for it.
Jay: Since then, you’ve had some incredible matches, but haven’t really had any sort of title shot, have you?
Adam: Not in recent memory, no. The closest I got was last season’s Fatal 4-Way for #1 contender.
Jay: Any thoughts on the upcoming Season 6?
Adam: Yes. I don’t know how much more time I have in this business. It’s a young man’s game, and my body reminds me of that after every match. The clock’s ticking, so I’m going to come out swinging for the fences. I want one last crack at the gold. And I’m going to do all that I can to get myself a shot at it.
Jay: Thank you very much Hardcore Adam. Best of luck to you this season! We’ll all be watching anxiously and I personally will be pulling for you.
Adam: Thanks, Jay.
Jay: Tune in this Thursday night as Hardcore Adam and the rest of the NRWL roster kick off Season 6! See you there!
[scene fades out]
Jay: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest, Hardcore Adam.
[Adam steps into the scene]
Jay: Adam, let me first say that I am a big fan and huge admirer of yours. You’ve had a storied career in wrestling and you are, for all intents and purposes, guaranteed NRWL Hall of Fame induction whenever you decide to retire.
Adam: Thanks for kind words, Jay.
Jay: You’ve been a staple in this company for quite some time now, yet unfortunately you’ve only held 1 title - the tag team title back in Season 1 with Mike Blood. And even then, it was a short-lived reign.
Adam: Yeah, I think it lasted a whole hour or so, didn’t it?
Jay: You weren’t even beaten for the belt. Mike Blood’s retirement vacated your tag team title.
Adam: Yeah, it kinda sucks. But I knew going in that it was Mike’s last match. I don’t hold anything against him. I’m happy he got to go out a champion, and I’m proud to have helped him do that. But it still stings having a title stripped from you instead of being bested for it.
Jay: Since then, you’ve had some incredible matches, but haven’t really had any sort of title shot, have you?
Adam: Not in recent memory, no. The closest I got was last season’s Fatal 4-Way for #1 contender.
Jay: Any thoughts on the upcoming Season 6?
Adam: Yes. I don’t know how much more time I have in this business. It’s a young man’s game, and my body reminds me of that after every match. The clock’s ticking, so I’m going to come out swinging for the fences. I want one last crack at the gold. And I’m going to do all that I can to get myself a shot at it.
Jay: Thank you very much Hardcore Adam. Best of luck to you this season! We’ll all be watching anxiously and I personally will be pulling for you.
Adam: Thanks, Jay.
Jay: Tune in this Thursday night as Hardcore Adam and the rest of the NRWL roster kick off Season 6! See you there!
[scene fades out]
Friday, September 13, 2013
Standoff
[Jay Phillips is in the backstage interview area]
Jay: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the latest tag team to announce their participation in the upcoming tournament, “Hardcore” Adam and Tornado!
[Adam and Tornado step into view.]
JP: Adam, this will be your second shot at tag team gold. Give us your thoughts?
HCA: Well Jay, last time I was tag team champion, it was with a Hall of Famer. This time, it will be with the son of another Hall of Famer. We will win this tournament and quite frankly, I feel one of the belts is still mine. After all, I was never beaten for it. I was stripped of it when Mike Blood retired. So, we’re going to right the wrong, and bring that tag belt back around my waist.
JP: Adam, you mentioned Hall of Famer, Cyclone. Tornado, your father is legendary and was in just-as-legendary tag teams, winning the SCSF tag team titles with the iconic Crunchy, and then with the devastating Alien.
T: Jay, I watched my father from the crowd as a little kid. I saw him hold those belts and then some. I don’t need to be reminded of what he did. Adam and I are going to win these belts and I’m going to start my legacy. I was just on the phone with my father last night and he thinks people need to stop bringing him up every time they talk to me or they’re going to overlook something special right in front of them. I understand that I have big shoes to fi---
Off-Camera Voice: Whatever! Nobody cares about your daddy issues!
[Jay, Adam, and Tornado look off to the direction of the voice. The camera pans over The 4 Elements--Tommy Violence, Marcus, Max Destruction are standing next to Jay. Next to them is Mikey Armstrong in a wheelchair.]
Tommy Violence: Seriously. Give it a rest. Nobody wants to hear it. If all you are bringing to the table is a “stepping out of my father’s shadow” sob story, well, then take a spot behind Mark Blood. He already paved his way to failure with that tired, boring drama.
Marcus: See, this is how it works around here *does scare quotes with fingers* “Hardcore” Adam and Tornado. The people who pay money for tickets deserve better than you two. They need real heroes. And that’s why we’re also entering the tag team tournament. Tommy V and I will take of the tag team brackets…
Max Destruction: And when they’re done with that, I’ll be winning the #1 contender ladder match! And right after that, I’m going and I’m laying a beat down on Bruno Kowalski and taking the NRWL Championship belt for myself! All the gold will be locked up here, with The 4 Elements. Bruno, you made yourself a big mistake distancing yourself from me. You made a bigger mistake not making me your tag team partner. And you made the biggest mistake putting me in the #1 contender match. Enjoy your last few days with the NRWL Championship.
[Mikey Armstrong wheels closer to Jay. He pulls a crutch out from the back of the wheelchair. Slowly and almost exaggerated shakes, and stands up out of the wheelchair and leans on the crutch.]
Mikey Amrstrong: Look at that, Jay. I got up on my own two feet and am standing….all by myself!
JP: Well...you needed the crutch--
MA: I’m recovering from a career-ending, paralyzing injury.
JP: You just hurt your leg. That’s hardly paralyz--
MA: The outpouring of support and get-well soon from all the men, women, and children has been overwhelming! They really want to see me back in action! And I want to say to them, I’ll be back in the ring, dazzling audiences before you know it! You won’t have to put up with hacks like these two for much longer!
[At that line Tornado rushes towards Mikey, who quickly runs behind the other 3 members while holding his crutch up like a baseball bat. Tommy V, Marcus and Max form a wall, and Tornado and Adam stand face-to-face with them]
Tommy V: Easy there, junior. Do you really want to try something? Mikey in his injured state could take you both by himself, let alone having to deal with the rest of us.
[Tornado turns away]
Tommy V: Maybe if you were your dad, I’d be a little nervous…
[Tornado spins and slaps Tommy across the mouth. Marcus and Max are about to rush Tornado but Tommy holds them back. He steps up to Tornado.]
Tommy V: That was your freebie. You try anything else, and you can forget the tag team belts, because you’ll be in a body cast.
[“Hardcore” Adam pulls Tornado away from the confrontation and out of the camera view. Tornado and Tommy never stop staring into each others eyes. The scene fades out.]
Jay: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the latest tag team to announce their participation in the upcoming tournament, “Hardcore” Adam and Tornado!
[Adam and Tornado step into view.]
JP: Adam, this will be your second shot at tag team gold. Give us your thoughts?
HCA: Well Jay, last time I was tag team champion, it was with a Hall of Famer. This time, it will be with the son of another Hall of Famer. We will win this tournament and quite frankly, I feel one of the belts is still mine. After all, I was never beaten for it. I was stripped of it when Mike Blood retired. So, we’re going to right the wrong, and bring that tag belt back around my waist.
JP: Adam, you mentioned Hall of Famer, Cyclone. Tornado, your father is legendary and was in just-as-legendary tag teams, winning the SCSF tag team titles with the iconic Crunchy, and then with the devastating Alien.
T: Jay, I watched my father from the crowd as a little kid. I saw him hold those belts and then some. I don’t need to be reminded of what he did. Adam and I are going to win these belts and I’m going to start my legacy. I was just on the phone with my father last night and he thinks people need to stop bringing him up every time they talk to me or they’re going to overlook something special right in front of them. I understand that I have big shoes to fi---
Off-Camera Voice: Whatever! Nobody cares about your daddy issues!
[Jay, Adam, and Tornado look off to the direction of the voice. The camera pans over The 4 Elements--Tommy Violence, Marcus, Max Destruction are standing next to Jay. Next to them is Mikey Armstrong in a wheelchair.]
Tommy Violence: Seriously. Give it a rest. Nobody wants to hear it. If all you are bringing to the table is a “stepping out of my father’s shadow” sob story, well, then take a spot behind Mark Blood. He already paved his way to failure with that tired, boring drama.
Marcus: See, this is how it works around here *does scare quotes with fingers* “Hardcore” Adam and Tornado. The people who pay money for tickets deserve better than you two. They need real heroes. And that’s why we’re also entering the tag team tournament. Tommy V and I will take of the tag team brackets…
Max Destruction: And when they’re done with that, I’ll be winning the #1 contender ladder match! And right after that, I’m going and I’m laying a beat down on Bruno Kowalski and taking the NRWL Championship belt for myself! All the gold will be locked up here, with The 4 Elements. Bruno, you made yourself a big mistake distancing yourself from me. You made a bigger mistake not making me your tag team partner. And you made the biggest mistake putting me in the #1 contender match. Enjoy your last few days with the NRWL Championship.
[Mikey Armstrong wheels closer to Jay. He pulls a crutch out from the back of the wheelchair. Slowly and almost exaggerated shakes, and stands up out of the wheelchair and leans on the crutch.]
Mikey Amrstrong: Look at that, Jay. I got up on my own two feet and am standing….all by myself!
JP: Well...you needed the crutch--
MA: I’m recovering from a career-ending, paralyzing injury.
JP: You just hurt your leg. That’s hardly paralyz--
MA: The outpouring of support and get-well soon from all the men, women, and children has been overwhelming! They really want to see me back in action! And I want to say to them, I’ll be back in the ring, dazzling audiences before you know it! You won’t have to put up with hacks like these two for much longer!
[At that line Tornado rushes towards Mikey, who quickly runs behind the other 3 members while holding his crutch up like a baseball bat. Tommy V, Marcus and Max form a wall, and Tornado and Adam stand face-to-face with them]
Tommy V: Easy there, junior. Do you really want to try something? Mikey in his injured state could take you both by himself, let alone having to deal with the rest of us.
[Tornado turns away]
Tommy V: Maybe if you were your dad, I’d be a little nervous…
[Tornado spins and slaps Tommy across the mouth. Marcus and Max are about to rush Tornado but Tommy holds them back. He steps up to Tornado.]
Tommy V: That was your freebie. You try anything else, and you can forget the tag team belts, because you’ll be in a body cast.
[“Hardcore” Adam pulls Tornado away from the confrontation and out of the camera view. Tornado and Tommy never stop staring into each others eyes. The scene fades out.]
Sunday, November 18, 2012
A Helping Hand
*Hardcore Adam is in the locker room lacing up his boots. A door opens off screen and he looks up. He cautiously stands up to face John Fraust.*
John Fraust: Hey man. I see you are going to be in the big Fatal Four Way match tonight. Winner gets a title shot. I just wanted to tell you good luck.
Hardcore Adam: Well, thanks. I appreciate the support.
JF: Of course. Look, I can admit when I'm wrong and I was wrong before our match. You're one of the good ones. You haven't lost a step. Who knows? Maybe your brightest days are ahead of you. I was wrong and I apologize.
HA: *Speaking a cold, stand off tone* It's fine. It's the business, right? It's what we do.
JF: Yeah. Well, if you need anything out there tonight, or beforehand, you just let me know. I've got your back.
HA: Yeah, you know, with all due respect, I think I'll be fine. Are we done here?
JF: What's with the cold shoulder? I'm trying to help you out here.
HA: Do you think I wear sunglasses to the ring because I'm blind? I see what you've been up to. You come out, attack the NRWL, the wrestlers, the fans, you seem to have made acquaintances with Killer Malone, and the both of you vicious attack Mark Blood. I don't know what that kid did to you. He's just trying to make it in a business that rewards very few people. You're a snake. You aren't even good at hiding the fact.
JF: You really don't get it, Adam. I think we can help each other out. Be careful what you say. Be careful what you do. You call me a snake but you've got it completely backwards. If you'd listen to what I have to tell you, you'd understand.
HA: Understand this. Not. Interested.
*John Fraust walks out of the locker room. As the door closes behind him, he looks back and sneers at the door. Killer Malone walks up beside him.*
Killer Malone: Well? What did he say?
JF: Didn't even listen.
KM: What to go back in there and make him listen?
*John Fraust thinks about it for a moment.*
JF: No. I think we'll take a different approach here. This is going to be harder than I thought. Let's get ready for our matches tonight.
John Fraust: Hey man. I see you are going to be in the big Fatal Four Way match tonight. Winner gets a title shot. I just wanted to tell you good luck.
Hardcore Adam: Well, thanks. I appreciate the support.
JF: Of course. Look, I can admit when I'm wrong and I was wrong before our match. You're one of the good ones. You haven't lost a step. Who knows? Maybe your brightest days are ahead of you. I was wrong and I apologize.
HA: *Speaking a cold, stand off tone* It's fine. It's the business, right? It's what we do.
JF: Yeah. Well, if you need anything out there tonight, or beforehand, you just let me know. I've got your back.
HA: Yeah, you know, with all due respect, I think I'll be fine. Are we done here?
JF: What's with the cold shoulder? I'm trying to help you out here.
HA: Do you think I wear sunglasses to the ring because I'm blind? I see what you've been up to. You come out, attack the NRWL, the wrestlers, the fans, you seem to have made acquaintances with Killer Malone, and the both of you vicious attack Mark Blood. I don't know what that kid did to you. He's just trying to make it in a business that rewards very few people. You're a snake. You aren't even good at hiding the fact.
JF: You really don't get it, Adam. I think we can help each other out. Be careful what you say. Be careful what you do. You call me a snake but you've got it completely backwards. If you'd listen to what I have to tell you, you'd understand.
HA: Understand this. Not. Interested.
*John Fraust walks out of the locker room. As the door closes behind him, he looks back and sneers at the door. Killer Malone walks up beside him.*
Killer Malone: Well? What did he say?
JF: Didn't even listen.
KM: What to go back in there and make him listen?
*John Fraust thinks about it for a moment.*
JF: No. I think we'll take a different approach here. This is going to be harder than I thought. Let's get ready for our matches tonight.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Matchmaker
*"What You Got" by Reveille blasts over the speakers and the crowd is
instantly on its feet. Ash emerges backstage with the NRWL Championship
belt held overhead. He makes his way down the ramp, slapping fans'
hands and pumping up the crowd on his way. He climbs into the ring and
continues riling up the crowd. After a minute, he puts the belt around
his waist, takes the mic and the cheers quell...*
Ash: Hey everyone. Guess what? The fans' favorite wrestler....IS THE NRWL CHAMPION!!!
*crowd explodes with cheers*
Ash: Boy, does this feel good! A guy can get used to this *shines belt around his waist with the sleeve of his hoodie* My hat, if I had one, goes off to Johnny Young. He gave me a tough fight. But I knew it wasn't going to be a walk in the park because--
*"Breathe Into Me" by Red starts playing and Jacob Washingtong steps out to the stage. He walks down to the ring and stops on the mat outside of the ring. He takes a mic.*
Jacob: I'm really sorry to interrupt your celebration here, Ash, but I just can't stand by idly and let you make an idiot out of yourself. Listen to you! It's embarrassing! You're doing everything in your power to squeeze every last bit of approval from these people out here. Are you really that insecure? Just stop it already.
Ash: Who.....*who* are you? I'm sorry sir, but you must be lost. It's a big arena so it's understandable. Please see an usher and they will help you locate your seat.
*crowd laughs at Jacob*
Jacob: *smiling* Oh ho ho! Aren't you a clever boy? Cracking jokes and dishing out fourth-grade level digs. Way to act the champion. What exactly did you do to earn that title shot? I'll answer that for you. Nothing. And now you're out here parading it around like you're great or something.
Ash: I am great! Just like these fans here! You're not bad yourself. You did quite well in your match. But...you're a rookie, and that's all I got for you.
Jacob: So you beat Johnny Young! Big whoop! He hasn't done anything worth anything his entire NRWL career. And actually, neither have you! In fact, I'll go a step further and say that EVERYONE who has ever held the best since Season 3, is a complete and total joke! As of now, that belt really has no value, if any dork can hold it and it's not offered to deserving talent!
Ash: Let's cut to the chase, Jacob, cause I'm done wasting time with you. Your out here because you want a crack at this I'll bet. Am I right?
Jacob: Yeah!
Ash: Why do you deserve a title shot?
Jacob: I--
Ash: I'll answer for you. You don't!
*crowd cheers with approval. Jacob smiles and rolls his eyes. He walks over to the steps and climbs them slowly and steps into the ring. He steps toe-to-toe with Ash and looks him in the eye, still smiling wily. Just then, "Stain" by Full Devil Jackets plays. Ash and Jacob turn their gaze towards the top of the ramp, and Johnny Young steps out to a thunderous applause from the crowd. He walks down to the ring, grabs a mic, and steps in and leans back against the turnbuckle.*
Johnny: Aaawww yeeeaahh...how about we start talking about how the Star Player fits into all this? Ash, who is this guy you let into the ring?
Ash: Jared Wilkenson.
*Jacob turns to Johnny and stands right in his face*
Jacob: My name is Jacob Washington. You got something to say to me?
Johnny: Jacob....Jacob...? Oh! You're the guy who said a minutes ago that I never accomplished anything in the NRWL. Interesting...I didn't think being a 2-time NRWL Champion qualified as "not accomplishing anything." Congratulations on your incredible display of ignorance. I'm wondering when I'm going to get a rematch, because Jacob, you clearly aren't next in line for anything! You are irrelevant.
Jacob: Might I point out, that you lost your title....to THIS guy? *Jacob points at Ash* That's all the proof anyone needs to know that you are a bigger joke than he is. But me, I'm the real deal! I'm gonna--
*"Wake Up* by myDownfall starts blasting and "Hardcore" Adam comes out to cheers. He also climbs into the ring with a mic.*
Adam: All this talk about "rookies" and "deserving" and "next in line,"....you know, I'm usually pretty low key. I don't ask for a lot. I go out, I do my job, and I go home. But it certainly seems that the only way you get cracks at the belt is by coming out here, beating your chest, and crying for a shot. That's not my style, but if that's what it takes, then here we go. Ash, congratulations on your first title win, but I'm better than you. Johnny, you're the star player, but I'm better than you. Jacob, you're tough as nails, but I'm better than you. I want a shot at that belt.
*Tiger Johnson's theme hits and Tiger walks down to the ring. He climbs in with a mic*
Tiger: Ok, listen up everybody. Everyone in this ring can might have a valid claim for a title shot. But here's another way to look at who should get a title shot. I've been in the business for a long time. "Hardcore" Adam can attest to that. Hell, I remember when he was just called "Adam" and was known as the "Master of Submissions." But besides that, I'm the biggest man in the NRWL, I'm the toughest man in the NRWL, and I have the most devastating moves in the NRWL. I'm sure Adam can vouch for the power of the leg. So that belt should belong to the toughest guy in the federation, and that's me!
*Jacob, Johnny, Adam, and Tiger all get in each others' faces and start quarreling*
Ash: Guys! Guys! Cool it! I'm the champion, and not only am I the champion, but I'm also the fans favorite! *crowd cheers* I have my finger on the vein of what the fans want because I'm on the same page as they are! And rather than listen to you guys all talk about how great you are, we want to see you show us how great you are! So, I propose a Fatal 4-Way match between you, with the winner getting #1 contender and a shot at the belt the following show!
*crowd cheers are prospective match*
Ash: But remember, once one of you proves that you're better than the other three, you still have the hard part after that - ME! *Ash hold the belt overhead to a loud cheer* Good luck, gentlemen. I'll see one of you at the following show!
*"What You Got" blasts and Ash exits the ring, holding the belt up in one hand the his fist up in the other, pumping up the crowd as he walks backwards up the ramp. The four men in the ring stare at him as he walks away, and then they all turn and face each other silently as the scene fades*
Ash: Hey everyone. Guess what? The fans' favorite wrestler....IS THE NRWL CHAMPION!!!
*crowd explodes with cheers*
Ash: Boy, does this feel good! A guy can get used to this *shines belt around his waist with the sleeve of his hoodie* My hat, if I had one, goes off to Johnny Young. He gave me a tough fight. But I knew it wasn't going to be a walk in the park because--
*"Breathe Into Me" by Red starts playing and Jacob Washingtong steps out to the stage. He walks down to the ring and stops on the mat outside of the ring. He takes a mic.*
Jacob: I'm really sorry to interrupt your celebration here, Ash, but I just can't stand by idly and let you make an idiot out of yourself. Listen to you! It's embarrassing! You're doing everything in your power to squeeze every last bit of approval from these people out here. Are you really that insecure? Just stop it already.
Ash: Who.....*who* are you? I'm sorry sir, but you must be lost. It's a big arena so it's understandable. Please see an usher and they will help you locate your seat.
*crowd laughs at Jacob*
Jacob: *smiling* Oh ho ho! Aren't you a clever boy? Cracking jokes and dishing out fourth-grade level digs. Way to act the champion. What exactly did you do to earn that title shot? I'll answer that for you. Nothing. And now you're out here parading it around like you're great or something.
Ash: I am great! Just like these fans here! You're not bad yourself. You did quite well in your match. But...you're a rookie, and that's all I got for you.
Jacob: So you beat Johnny Young! Big whoop! He hasn't done anything worth anything his entire NRWL career. And actually, neither have you! In fact, I'll go a step further and say that EVERYONE who has ever held the best since Season 3, is a complete and total joke! As of now, that belt really has no value, if any dork can hold it and it's not offered to deserving talent!
Ash: Let's cut to the chase, Jacob, cause I'm done wasting time with you. Your out here because you want a crack at this I'll bet. Am I right?
Jacob: Yeah!
Ash: Why do you deserve a title shot?
Jacob: I--
Ash: I'll answer for you. You don't!
*crowd cheers with approval. Jacob smiles and rolls his eyes. He walks over to the steps and climbs them slowly and steps into the ring. He steps toe-to-toe with Ash and looks him in the eye, still smiling wily. Just then, "Stain" by Full Devil Jackets plays. Ash and Jacob turn their gaze towards the top of the ramp, and Johnny Young steps out to a thunderous applause from the crowd. He walks down to the ring, grabs a mic, and steps in and leans back against the turnbuckle.*
Johnny: Aaawww yeeeaahh...how about we start talking about how the Star Player fits into all this? Ash, who is this guy you let into the ring?
Ash: Jared Wilkenson.
*Jacob turns to Johnny and stands right in his face*
Jacob: My name is Jacob Washington. You got something to say to me?
Johnny: Jacob....Jacob...? Oh! You're the guy who said a minutes ago that I never accomplished anything in the NRWL. Interesting...I didn't think being a 2-time NRWL Champion qualified as "not accomplishing anything." Congratulations on your incredible display of ignorance. I'm wondering when I'm going to get a rematch, because Jacob, you clearly aren't next in line for anything! You are irrelevant.
Jacob: Might I point out, that you lost your title....to THIS guy? *Jacob points at Ash* That's all the proof anyone needs to know that you are a bigger joke than he is. But me, I'm the real deal! I'm gonna--
*"Wake Up* by myDownfall starts blasting and "Hardcore" Adam comes out to cheers. He also climbs into the ring with a mic.*
Adam: All this talk about "rookies" and "deserving" and "next in line,"....you know, I'm usually pretty low key. I don't ask for a lot. I go out, I do my job, and I go home. But it certainly seems that the only way you get cracks at the belt is by coming out here, beating your chest, and crying for a shot. That's not my style, but if that's what it takes, then here we go. Ash, congratulations on your first title win, but I'm better than you. Johnny, you're the star player, but I'm better than you. Jacob, you're tough as nails, but I'm better than you. I want a shot at that belt.
*Tiger Johnson's theme hits and Tiger walks down to the ring. He climbs in with a mic*
Tiger: Ok, listen up everybody. Everyone in this ring can might have a valid claim for a title shot. But here's another way to look at who should get a title shot. I've been in the business for a long time. "Hardcore" Adam can attest to that. Hell, I remember when he was just called "Adam" and was known as the "Master of Submissions." But besides that, I'm the biggest man in the NRWL, I'm the toughest man in the NRWL, and I have the most devastating moves in the NRWL. I'm sure Adam can vouch for the power of the leg. So that belt should belong to the toughest guy in the federation, and that's me!
*Jacob, Johnny, Adam, and Tiger all get in each others' faces and start quarreling*
Ash: Guys! Guys! Cool it! I'm the champion, and not only am I the champion, but I'm also the fans favorite! *crowd cheers* I have my finger on the vein of what the fans want because I'm on the same page as they are! And rather than listen to you guys all talk about how great you are, we want to see you show us how great you are! So, I propose a Fatal 4-Way match between you, with the winner getting #1 contender and a shot at the belt the following show!
*crowd cheers are prospective match*
Ash: But remember, once one of you proves that you're better than the other three, you still have the hard part after that - ME! *Ash hold the belt overhead to a loud cheer* Good luck, gentlemen. I'll see one of you at the following show!
*"What You Got" blasts and Ash exits the ring, holding the belt up in one hand the his fist up in the other, pumping up the crowd as he walks backwards up the ramp. The four men in the ring stare at him as he walks away, and then they all turn and face each other silently as the scene fades*
Friday, October 26, 2012
The Return Of John Fraust
*The fans in the NRWL Arena hear music begin to play and an ominous video begins to play on the screen. When the word "Fraust" appears on the screen, the crowd erupts into cheers. After a few moments, John Fraust appears at the top of the stage and stands there surveying the crowd. For the first time in years, the legendary John Fraust has returned to the NRWL. He is wearing a classic "You Suck!" t-shirt, the name of the stable he was once a part of so many years before. Despite the throwback shirt, he appears to be a changed man. He looks more weathered and wise. He is no longer the young wrestler who last stepped into the ring before Season Three. This is a man who has returned with a goal in mind. He walks down to the ramp with a laser focus on the ring. He climbs in and grabs a microphone from the ring announcer outside the ring. Fraust stands there for a full minute waiting for the crowd to calm down. Finally, he speaks....*
John Fraust: So this is the NRWL in 2012.
*The crowd begins to cheer again.*
JF: Do you remember... remember my name?
*The crowd starts chanting "Fraust!" over and over again. Fraust looks out at the crowd with a stone face.*
JF: So you do remember. It's funny. It's been a very, very long time. There are probably a lot of questions about my absence and in time they will be revealed but the most important thing that you all should be asking is why? And why now? That I can answer for you now. You see, when I stepped away, the NRWL was at its peak. Things were good. There were some big stars, big names, that carried the company and it was only going up from there. But then, what happened? The NRWL is now nine years old but only on its fifth season. There was an awfully large gap there. But it did come back. The great NRWL finally made its return.... only it didn't. It turns out that this NRWL isn't really great at all.
*The fans begin to boo.*
JF: It's true. The NRWL came back but it brought no stars with it. Where did everyone go? Beats me but the only recognizable face was Johnny Young, a man who was an overhyped, underwhelming wrestler at best. All the other guys had no identity at all and because of it, the NRWL had no identity as a whole. And as for Johnny Young? He's the champion now! That's a problem. I helped build this place and the legacy has been completely tarnished. And worst of all, you fans accept it. Shame on all of you for accepting this watered down product. It's truly sad that you keep this mess alive when you know things could be so much better.
*The fans, now booing loudly, seem to have no effect. Fraust merely shakes his head and looks down at the mat for a moment.*
JF: It gets worse, you know. The suits seem to at least agree that they hired a bunch of nobodies to be their stars so they hired back some old faces. Only, look who they brought back? Hardcore Adam? Tiger Johnson? Marcus? None of these guys were worth anything then and they certainly aren't now. After I heard that this was going on I knew I had to stop it. Someone needs to step in and save the NRWL. Not the wrestlers, not you disappointing fans, but the legacy of the NRWL itself. That's why I am here now, to be the one man army that pulls this company up from the pit of irrelevance it is teetering on and ---
*Music beings to play and the fans start cheering when Hardcore Adam comes out to the ring. Adam slaps hands with a few fans on the way to the ring, however, he never takes his eyes off of John Fraust. He grabs a microphone from ringside and climbs into the ring.*
Hardcore Adam: Says the man who never was NRWL Champion. Says the man who bailed out on the NRWL when he realized that his scheme to put himself at the top of the heap failed. Oh, the fans remember you, John Fraust. The hardcore legend himself who one day, out of the blue, thought that buddying up with Mike Blood and looking like the model "champion wrestler" would bring him success. That didn't happen though. I know. I was there. You watched as opportunity knocked on other, more honest people's, doors. You took your ball and went home. Now, years later, you decide that you are still better than everyone else and it's up to you to fix what isn't even broken. I've got news for you, Fraust. The talent backstage right now is more than capable to carry the NRWL for the next decade. A lot of us came back because we wanted to be a part of the new golden era. I don't know if you noticed, but the NRWL is more successful now than it was before. The crowds are bigger. There's more intense energy in the ring than ever before. The only thing that needs to be fixed around here is your attitude and I'm the guy who is going to do it.
*The crowd goes wild as two legends stand face to face in the ring on the verge of exploding into a brawl.*
JF: You've made a huge mistake, Adam. You think you're hardcore. Why don't you prove it? You and me. One on one. Extreme Rules.
HA: And I thought you'd never ask. See you at the next event, savior.
*Fraust smiles and begins to turn away but then turns back and sucker punches Adam in the jaw. Hardcore Adam retaliates and both men trade blows. Hardcore Adam is clotheslined out of the ring. John Fraust slides out of the ring but before he can continue his attack, Adam quickly pulls a kendo stick out from under the ring apron and jabs him in the gut with it. Adam begins to crack the kendo stick against Fraust's shoulders and back. Fraust runs to another side of the ring and pulls out a sledgehammer. Adam picks up the steel steps and both men begin sparring with words. Before they can resume combat, several wrestlers from backstage break up the fight. Both men argue with each other as they are pulled away. The fans cheer wildly and can't wait until they get to see the continuation of the match in just a few short days.*
John Fraust: So this is the NRWL in 2012.
*The crowd begins to cheer again.*
JF: Do you remember... remember my name?
*The crowd starts chanting "Fraust!" over and over again. Fraust looks out at the crowd with a stone face.*
JF: So you do remember. It's funny. It's been a very, very long time. There are probably a lot of questions about my absence and in time they will be revealed but the most important thing that you all should be asking is why? And why now? That I can answer for you now. You see, when I stepped away, the NRWL was at its peak. Things were good. There were some big stars, big names, that carried the company and it was only going up from there. But then, what happened? The NRWL is now nine years old but only on its fifth season. There was an awfully large gap there. But it did come back. The great NRWL finally made its return.... only it didn't. It turns out that this NRWL isn't really great at all.
*The fans begin to boo.*
JF: It's true. The NRWL came back but it brought no stars with it. Where did everyone go? Beats me but the only recognizable face was Johnny Young, a man who was an overhyped, underwhelming wrestler at best. All the other guys had no identity at all and because of it, the NRWL had no identity as a whole. And as for Johnny Young? He's the champion now! That's a problem. I helped build this place and the legacy has been completely tarnished. And worst of all, you fans accept it. Shame on all of you for accepting this watered down product. It's truly sad that you keep this mess alive when you know things could be so much better.
*The fans, now booing loudly, seem to have no effect. Fraust merely shakes his head and looks down at the mat for a moment.*
JF: It gets worse, you know. The suits seem to at least agree that they hired a bunch of nobodies to be their stars so they hired back some old faces. Only, look who they brought back? Hardcore Adam? Tiger Johnson? Marcus? None of these guys were worth anything then and they certainly aren't now. After I heard that this was going on I knew I had to stop it. Someone needs to step in and save the NRWL. Not the wrestlers, not you disappointing fans, but the legacy of the NRWL itself. That's why I am here now, to be the one man army that pulls this company up from the pit of irrelevance it is teetering on and ---
*Music beings to play and the fans start cheering when Hardcore Adam comes out to the ring. Adam slaps hands with a few fans on the way to the ring, however, he never takes his eyes off of John Fraust. He grabs a microphone from ringside and climbs into the ring.*
Hardcore Adam: Says the man who never was NRWL Champion. Says the man who bailed out on the NRWL when he realized that his scheme to put himself at the top of the heap failed. Oh, the fans remember you, John Fraust. The hardcore legend himself who one day, out of the blue, thought that buddying up with Mike Blood and looking like the model "champion wrestler" would bring him success. That didn't happen though. I know. I was there. You watched as opportunity knocked on other, more honest people's, doors. You took your ball and went home. Now, years later, you decide that you are still better than everyone else and it's up to you to fix what isn't even broken. I've got news for you, Fraust. The talent backstage right now is more than capable to carry the NRWL for the next decade. A lot of us came back because we wanted to be a part of the new golden era. I don't know if you noticed, but the NRWL is more successful now than it was before. The crowds are bigger. There's more intense energy in the ring than ever before. The only thing that needs to be fixed around here is your attitude and I'm the guy who is going to do it.
*The crowd goes wild as two legends stand face to face in the ring on the verge of exploding into a brawl.*
JF: You've made a huge mistake, Adam. You think you're hardcore. Why don't you prove it? You and me. One on one. Extreme Rules.
HA: And I thought you'd never ask. See you at the next event, savior.
*Fraust smiles and begins to turn away but then turns back and sucker punches Adam in the jaw. Hardcore Adam retaliates and both men trade blows. Hardcore Adam is clotheslined out of the ring. John Fraust slides out of the ring but before he can continue his attack, Adam quickly pulls a kendo stick out from under the ring apron and jabs him in the gut with it. Adam begins to crack the kendo stick against Fraust's shoulders and back. Fraust runs to another side of the ring and pulls out a sledgehammer. Adam picks up the steel steps and both men begin sparring with words. Before they can resume combat, several wrestlers from backstage break up the fight. Both men argue with each other as they are pulled away. The fans cheer wildly and can't wait until they get to see the continuation of the match in just a few short days.*
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