TBirdSCIL
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The Dogs of War vs. The Krymson Dragons
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ecwapresident
League Member
We're BACK!! Or.. is that We're NEW??
**The scene opens just outside a small brown bricked building. The camera pans upwards to catch a glimpse of the sign "Sommers Gym" before moving inside. Once inside, we're greeted with the sights and sounds of rigorous training from about a half dozen up-and-coming wrestlers. We skip over them, however, to move towards the back where two full sized wrestling rings stand side by side. In one of them, the Krymson Dragons are competing against two old friends; Sirus Moran and Grifter.. also known as the Brothers Grimm from the PWA. We watch for a few moments as the four men work out some moves, and then finally, call it quits. The Dragons shake hands with the Grimms, who head back towards the showers, and that’s when the smaller of the two Dragons; Chamelion, turns towards the camera.**
Chamelion: Welcome! Welcome.. Please do come in….
**He stops, shrugs**
Chamelion: Ok, so you’re already in…anyway, welcome to our gym.. in it’s third incarnation, and the best yet. This here is my big brother, Raizzor…
**Chamelion jerks a thumb over his shoulder to the larger man, who merely nods as he exits the ring.**
Chamelion: Talkative sort, Ain’t he? Can never get him to shut up!
**Chamelion sits down on the bench by the lockers and grabs a cold water bottle from a small green cooler. He takes a quick gulp then tosses another fresh bottle to Raizzor, who deftly catches it.**
Chamelion: Mmm.. always good after a long work out. It feels great to be back in training, really was starting to wonder if we’d ever get back into the game. It’s been a while.. been resting at home for a few months, collecting our breaths, healing from the long grueling war in the PWA, the W4F and the ECWA.. which, to let you all know.. ended up being one and the same. But I’m not here to blab much about history… because it doesn’t matter here much…. But for introductions sake, a little history never hurt anyone.
**Taking another gulp, Chamelion sits the water bottle down**
Chamelion: My name is Mark Sommers, A.K.A; Chamelion. I began wrestling in June of 1999 and have been most fortunate to be a three time PWA World Champion and winner of a Rumble where I bested 47 other competitors.. I also won the premier title match for the Inter-federation undisputed Championship from four federations… a glorious few years, I might add… and very much an ego boost. I’ve been good, I’ve been bad, but most of all, I’ve always been a little crazy.
**From behind him Raizzor merely nods, allowing a crease of a smile to show momentarily**
Chamelion: I’m engaged to a wonderful woman called Sandra, who you will be seeing here very shortly… I’m tough, I’m no nonsense in the ring and I’ll do whatever it takes to beat my victims.. so you’ve been warned… warned well.. best take heed.. because the Krymson Dragons have been withhold gold for way too long, and we aim to return to the top of the mountain… right, Brother?
**Raizzor nods and looks up, his cold dark eyes pierce into the camera**
Raizzor: My brother is far more on history then I am.. in fact, I do not care to speak much, and let my actions do all the talking… I will however, enlighten you, so you are prepared for what is yet to come. I also have held three PWA World Titles… Been a Tag-Team Champion four times.. once, by myself… I have beaten monsters that stand nearly 8 feet tall and dealt with men who could be called demons.. I have been vicious, hanging men from the necks, and I have been gentle.. whatever serves my needs… They have called me the soul-taker, for many men never returned after fighting me.. and some that did, were never the same. We are not here to brag, GLCW, merely to let you know what you are about to face. We have seen all there is to see in wrestling, been involved in the most grueling, blood curdling matches ever devised, and we are still here.. still ready to serve up your bodies to the devil himself if it means victory… and mercy, is not a word we understand.
**Chamelion smirks**
Chamelion: He says it well, and he means every word. Which brings us to our very first match here in the GLCW.. against the Dogs of War…
**Chamelion cracks a wide grin, then coughs**
Chamelion: I’m sorry, I just had a momentary flash from that song.. what was it again? Oh yeah.. “Who let the dogs out?” catchy, if not ANNOYING tune, if I do say so myself…. and yet, the question is legit.. who did let you two out? Let’s see, we have ‘The Wolf’ Chris McMillan and Jason Payne.. cool! My brother and I viewed a few of your matches.. a good win you had at Riptide at the end of April.. .Martial Law did seem to have you down and out.. so now we know just how sneaky you can be… It’s good to know your vict.. I mean, opponents.. and we look forward to meeting you in the ring very soon.
Raizzor: The rankings say you are #1 to seek the titles.. when we clash, Dogs of War, the Tag-Team division will be rocked to it’s very foundation, and turned upside down, when we replace you oh so quickly and begin our hunt for the very gold you seek. You must ask yourself.. why would we be placed into contention right away with the #1 contenders, unless the GLCW understands true power.. it knows that as tough as dogs may be.. dragons are where the power lies.. for there will be no rest for you, when the darkness comes to claim your souls…
**Chamelion shivers and grins**
Chamelion: He always gets me with that! But he’s right, doggy-dogs.. we’ve got what it takes, and when we meet.. you’re going to find out first hand, just what it means to face the Krymson Dragons!! You’re looking at the Soul-Taker…
**Thumbs back at Raizzor again**
Chamelion: ..and the most Devious SOB to ever grace a GLCW ring, and we’re going to take you down.. HOOK…LINE.. and SINKER…. GOT IT?
**Standing up, Chamelion nods to his brother, and they turn and walk away with out so much as a glance back, and we fade to black.**
**The scene opens just outside a small brown bricked building. The camera pans upwards to catch a glimpse of the sign "Sommers Gym" before moving inside. Once inside, we're greeted with the sights and sounds of rigorous training from about a half dozen up-and-coming wrestlers. We skip over them, however, to move towards the back where two full sized wrestling rings stand side by side. In one of them, the Krymson Dragons are competing against two old friends; Sirus Moran and Grifter.. also known as the Brothers Grimm from the PWA. We watch for a few moments as the four men work out some moves, and then finally, call it quits. The Dragons shake hands with the Grimms, who head back towards the showers, and that’s when the smaller of the two Dragons; Chamelion, turns towards the camera.**
Chamelion: Welcome! Welcome.. Please do come in….
**He stops, shrugs**
Chamelion: Ok, so you’re already in…anyway, welcome to our gym.. in it’s third incarnation, and the best yet. This here is my big brother, Raizzor…
**Chamelion jerks a thumb over his shoulder to the larger man, who merely nods as he exits the ring.**
Chamelion: Talkative sort, Ain’t he? Can never get him to shut up!
**Chamelion sits down on the bench by the lockers and grabs a cold water bottle from a small green cooler. He takes a quick gulp then tosses another fresh bottle to Raizzor, who deftly catches it.**
Chamelion: Mmm.. always good after a long work out. It feels great to be back in training, really was starting to wonder if we’d ever get back into the game. It’s been a while.. been resting at home for a few months, collecting our breaths, healing from the long grueling war in the PWA, the W4F and the ECWA.. which, to let you all know.. ended up being one and the same. But I’m not here to blab much about history… because it doesn’t matter here much…. But for introductions sake, a little history never hurt anyone.
**Taking another gulp, Chamelion sits the water bottle down**
Chamelion: My name is Mark Sommers, A.K.A; Chamelion. I began wrestling in June of 1999 and have been most fortunate to be a three time PWA World Champion and winner of a Rumble where I bested 47 other competitors.. I also won the premier title match for the Inter-federation undisputed Championship from four federations… a glorious few years, I might add… and very much an ego boost. I’ve been good, I’ve been bad, but most of all, I’ve always been a little crazy.
**From behind him Raizzor merely nods, allowing a crease of a smile to show momentarily**
Chamelion: I’m engaged to a wonderful woman called Sandra, who you will be seeing here very shortly… I’m tough, I’m no nonsense in the ring and I’ll do whatever it takes to beat my victims.. so you’ve been warned… warned well.. best take heed.. because the Krymson Dragons have been withhold gold for way too long, and we aim to return to the top of the mountain… right, Brother?
**Raizzor nods and looks up, his cold dark eyes pierce into the camera**
Raizzor: My brother is far more on history then I am.. in fact, I do not care to speak much, and let my actions do all the talking… I will however, enlighten you, so you are prepared for what is yet to come. I also have held three PWA World Titles… Been a Tag-Team Champion four times.. once, by myself… I have beaten monsters that stand nearly 8 feet tall and dealt with men who could be called demons.. I have been vicious, hanging men from the necks, and I have been gentle.. whatever serves my needs… They have called me the soul-taker, for many men never returned after fighting me.. and some that did, were never the same. We are not here to brag, GLCW, merely to let you know what you are about to face. We have seen all there is to see in wrestling, been involved in the most grueling, blood curdling matches ever devised, and we are still here.. still ready to serve up your bodies to the devil himself if it means victory… and mercy, is not a word we understand.
**Chamelion smirks**
Chamelion: He says it well, and he means every word. Which brings us to our very first match here in the GLCW.. against the Dogs of War…
**Chamelion cracks a wide grin, then coughs**
Chamelion: I’m sorry, I just had a momentary flash from that song.. what was it again? Oh yeah.. “Who let the dogs out?” catchy, if not ANNOYING tune, if I do say so myself…. and yet, the question is legit.. who did let you two out? Let’s see, we have ‘The Wolf’ Chris McMillan and Jason Payne.. cool! My brother and I viewed a few of your matches.. a good win you had at Riptide at the end of April.. .Martial Law did seem to have you down and out.. so now we know just how sneaky you can be… It’s good to know your vict.. I mean, opponents.. and we look forward to meeting you in the ring very soon.
Raizzor: The rankings say you are #1 to seek the titles.. when we clash, Dogs of War, the Tag-Team division will be rocked to it’s very foundation, and turned upside down, when we replace you oh so quickly and begin our hunt for the very gold you seek. You must ask yourself.. why would we be placed into contention right away with the #1 contenders, unless the GLCW understands true power.. it knows that as tough as dogs may be.. dragons are where the power lies.. for there will be no rest for you, when the darkness comes to claim your souls…
**Chamelion shivers and grins**
Chamelion: He always gets me with that! But he’s right, doggy-dogs.. we’ve got what it takes, and when we meet.. you’re going to find out first hand, just what it means to face the Krymson Dragons!! You’re looking at the Soul-Taker…
**Thumbs back at Raizzor again**
Chamelion: ..and the most Devious SOB to ever grace a GLCW ring, and we’re going to take you down.. HOOK…LINE.. and SINKER…. GOT IT?
**Standing up, Chamelion nods to his brother, and they turn and walk away with out so much as a glance back, and we fade to black.**
ecwapresident
League Member
Reviewing history
(The scene opens inside the offices of the Sommers Gym, where Chamelion is leaning back in a large leather chair, remote control in hand, flipping through the archived tapes of “The Wolf”. Staring intently, he watches each match from start to finish, and sighs once he finishes. Raizzor then enters the room, and catches Chamelion’s sigh.)
Raizzor: Problem?
(Chamelion looks up and tosses the remote onto the desk.)
Chamelion: Problem?? Problem?? Do you realize we’ve been fooled?
(Raizzor quirks an eyebrow and waits)
Chamelion: The Dogs of War, brother.. do you have any idea exactly who they are?
Raizzor: I’m sensing the obvious answer is going to be the wrong one.
(Sighing, Chamelion stands, pushing the chair back and it bounces off the filing cabinet. Chamelion barely acknowledges it as he leans over the desk, glaring at his brother.)
Chamelion: They’re frauds!! How the hell they’re ranked #1 is beyond me. We were so glad to finally be booked, we didn’t research far enough back… Jason Payne’s new… and The Wolf?? Give me a break.. the man’s record since injuring his knees has been dismal at best…
Raizzor: So, if they’re history is so negative, then our task will not be as difficult.
(Chamelion stops, and blinks. He looks at his brother for a moment before breaking into a grin)
Chamelion: That’s what’s so cool about you, brother.. you see things that no one else can see.
(Raizzor rolls his eyes, growls and leaves the office.)
Chamelion: Cranky…
(Chamelion pulls the chair back and sits down. He smirks as he begins playing the archived videos again.)
Chamelion: So we jumped the gun a little.. it happens… it’s difficult coming into a new fed and blending in with the competitors and understanding their motives, history and record… truth is, this federation doesn’t have a lot of the things I’ve been used too.. and what it does is different.. but that’s where the challenge lies.. to not only train, fight and succeed in the squared circle, but to understand the mechanics and fit in… So, Jason Payne.. you carried the Dogs of War to victory.. but your partner, the Wolf.. seems to be quite the handicap for you… not that it will be easy pickings, but the Dragons smell blood.. a weakness to which we will explore in great detail.
(Pausing on the tag match with the Dogs of War, Chamelion blinks and smiles.)
Chamelion: We’ll be waiting for you, Dogs of War.. bring your best.. bring whatever skills you think you possess as a tag team… /heh/ just don’t get the idea it’ll do you any good.. we’re big fish swimming in a smaller pond, and we’re going to show you what it’s really like to fight champions… GOT IT?
(Chamelion winks and turns his bak on us as he goes back to studying the tapes… and we fade out)
(The scene opens inside the offices of the Sommers Gym, where Chamelion is leaning back in a large leather chair, remote control in hand, flipping through the archived tapes of “The Wolf”. Staring intently, he watches each match from start to finish, and sighs once he finishes. Raizzor then enters the room, and catches Chamelion’s sigh.)
Raizzor: Problem?
(Chamelion looks up and tosses the remote onto the desk.)
Chamelion: Problem?? Problem?? Do you realize we’ve been fooled?
(Raizzor quirks an eyebrow and waits)
Chamelion: The Dogs of War, brother.. do you have any idea exactly who they are?
Raizzor: I’m sensing the obvious answer is going to be the wrong one.
(Sighing, Chamelion stands, pushing the chair back and it bounces off the filing cabinet. Chamelion barely acknowledges it as he leans over the desk, glaring at his brother.)
Chamelion: They’re frauds!! How the hell they’re ranked #1 is beyond me. We were so glad to finally be booked, we didn’t research far enough back… Jason Payne’s new… and The Wolf?? Give me a break.. the man’s record since injuring his knees has been dismal at best…
Raizzor: So, if they’re history is so negative, then our task will not be as difficult.
(Chamelion stops, and blinks. He looks at his brother for a moment before breaking into a grin)
Chamelion: That’s what’s so cool about you, brother.. you see things that no one else can see.
(Raizzor rolls his eyes, growls and leaves the office.)
Chamelion: Cranky…
(Chamelion pulls the chair back and sits down. He smirks as he begins playing the archived videos again.)
Chamelion: So we jumped the gun a little.. it happens… it’s difficult coming into a new fed and blending in with the competitors and understanding their motives, history and record… truth is, this federation doesn’t have a lot of the things I’ve been used too.. and what it does is different.. but that’s where the challenge lies.. to not only train, fight and succeed in the squared circle, but to understand the mechanics and fit in… So, Jason Payne.. you carried the Dogs of War to victory.. but your partner, the Wolf.. seems to be quite the handicap for you… not that it will be easy pickings, but the Dragons smell blood.. a weakness to which we will explore in great detail.
(Pausing on the tag match with the Dogs of War, Chamelion blinks and smiles.)
Chamelion: We’ll be waiting for you, Dogs of War.. bring your best.. bring whatever skills you think you possess as a tag team… /heh/ just don’t get the idea it’ll do you any good.. we’re big fish swimming in a smaller pond, and we’re going to show you what it’s really like to fight champions… GOT IT?
(Chamelion winks and turns his bak on us as he goes back to studying the tapes… and we fade out)
Mister Dread
League Member
Schooling
::FADEIN on a the loading area backstage. There is an office of sorts back there, blantantly plegerized from the APA. A card table, a few folding chairs, a couple of floor lamps, and a mini fridge are nestled in a corner of the loading bay. “The Wolf” Chris McMillan and Jason Payne are sitting at the table, engaged in conversation. McMillan sips from his ever-present cup of coffee as Payne leans his elbows on the table. The camera comes in closer, and the audio comes up::
THE WOLF: … did you SEE those guys? “We’re gonna show you what it’s really like to fight champions”, they say.
PAYNE: Mmm hmm. And they were ripping on me for being new around here. Like THEY’VE got any room to talk. Idiots.
THE WOLF: The thing that really gets me, though, is that they came out here and called us frauds. FRAUDS?!?! Who in the hell do they think they are, anyway? We’re where we are for a reason. We’re here because we’re all there is when it comes to tag team wrestling. These Krymson Dragon freaks are just gonna be a speedbump on our way to the Unholy Alliance.
PAYNE: Well, we ARE facing an unknown. At least they’ve been able to watch our tapes, scout our moves a little. What do we have of them? Thirty seconds of them sparring in their gym with a couple of jobbers, that’s what. How are we supposed to get ready for this match?
THE WOLF: I suppose we can’t. Jay. But does that really worry you? We’ll do the same thing we’ve always done when it comes to the Krymson Dragons. They might be better prepared, but we’ve got the WILL, Jason. We’ve got the drive that guys like them are missing. The thing that keeps them from going to the top. They talk big … well, ONE of them does, anyway … but when it comes down to it, they’re gonna fold like everyone else.
PAYNE: I’m just saying that we shouldn’t tip our hand, Chris. Keep something in reserve, you know?
THE WOLF: Hey, don’t I always have a little something left up my sleeve? Don’t worry about that.
::The Wolf turns to face the camera, pushing up out of his seat and coming close. Payne follows suit::
THE WOLF: But there’s someone who should be worried. Someone who thinks that Chris McMillan is a liability to the Dogs of War. Someone who, quite frankly have no business even addressing us, much less stepping into the ring with us. See, you’ve only gotten half of the story, Krymson Dragons. There’s so much you don’t know, and obviously don’t have the initiative to find out on your own. But I’m not gonna hand it to you. I’m not gonna make things any easier for you. Whatever you have, you EARN. If you’re good enough, you can be standing in our spot. Too bad for you that you’re not.
PAYNE: I’m glad, at least, that you’re not expecting this match to be easy. That says a little something about your character. But the fatal flaw in your plan is thinking that you’re even in our league. As much as you’ve been training, as much preperation as you’ve had, and whatever skills you think you’re bringing … you’d better triple it AT LEAST, if you’re gonna have a hope of pinning either of us. Bad knees or not, “The Wolf” is one of the best tevhnical wrestlers anywhere, and NOBODY knows the inside of a wrestling ring like I do. So go ahead and posture, come out on camera and strut, make yourselves look good, boys. Because when you get in the ring, these little video spots are all you’re gonna have left. After the Dogs of War are through stomping on your heads, maybe then you’ll learn a little respect. You get what you give as far as respect goes, boys. But in the ring against the Dogs of War … you’re gonna get A LOT more than you give. You’re gonna get a lesson on what tag-team wrestling is all about. You’re gonna learn just what it means to be a part of the GLCW tag scene. I think it’s gonna be a hard lesson for the two of you to learn, as arrogant and cocksure as the two of you are.
THE WOLF: A hard one, but a valuable one. When you’re staring up at the lights of the Value City Arena, and your entire world has become nothing more than the wracking pain in your body and the boot that’s about to come down on your head, then you’ll have found out what the Dogs of War are all about. So go ahead and hit the gym, boys. You’re gonna need it.
::FADE TO BLACK::
::FADEIN on a the loading area backstage. There is an office of sorts back there, blantantly plegerized from the APA. A card table, a few folding chairs, a couple of floor lamps, and a mini fridge are nestled in a corner of the loading bay. “The Wolf” Chris McMillan and Jason Payne are sitting at the table, engaged in conversation. McMillan sips from his ever-present cup of coffee as Payne leans his elbows on the table. The camera comes in closer, and the audio comes up::
THE WOLF: … did you SEE those guys? “We’re gonna show you what it’s really like to fight champions”, they say.
PAYNE: Mmm hmm. And they were ripping on me for being new around here. Like THEY’VE got any room to talk. Idiots.
THE WOLF: The thing that really gets me, though, is that they came out here and called us frauds. FRAUDS?!?! Who in the hell do they think they are, anyway? We’re where we are for a reason. We’re here because we’re all there is when it comes to tag team wrestling. These Krymson Dragon freaks are just gonna be a speedbump on our way to the Unholy Alliance.
PAYNE: Well, we ARE facing an unknown. At least they’ve been able to watch our tapes, scout our moves a little. What do we have of them? Thirty seconds of them sparring in their gym with a couple of jobbers, that’s what. How are we supposed to get ready for this match?
THE WOLF: I suppose we can’t. Jay. But does that really worry you? We’ll do the same thing we’ve always done when it comes to the Krymson Dragons. They might be better prepared, but we’ve got the WILL, Jason. We’ve got the drive that guys like them are missing. The thing that keeps them from going to the top. They talk big … well, ONE of them does, anyway … but when it comes down to it, they’re gonna fold like everyone else.
PAYNE: I’m just saying that we shouldn’t tip our hand, Chris. Keep something in reserve, you know?
THE WOLF: Hey, don’t I always have a little something left up my sleeve? Don’t worry about that.
::The Wolf turns to face the camera, pushing up out of his seat and coming close. Payne follows suit::
THE WOLF: But there’s someone who should be worried. Someone who thinks that Chris McMillan is a liability to the Dogs of War. Someone who, quite frankly have no business even addressing us, much less stepping into the ring with us. See, you’ve only gotten half of the story, Krymson Dragons. There’s so much you don’t know, and obviously don’t have the initiative to find out on your own. But I’m not gonna hand it to you. I’m not gonna make things any easier for you. Whatever you have, you EARN. If you’re good enough, you can be standing in our spot. Too bad for you that you’re not.
PAYNE: I’m glad, at least, that you’re not expecting this match to be easy. That says a little something about your character. But the fatal flaw in your plan is thinking that you’re even in our league. As much as you’ve been training, as much preperation as you’ve had, and whatever skills you think you’re bringing … you’d better triple it AT LEAST, if you’re gonna have a hope of pinning either of us. Bad knees or not, “The Wolf” is one of the best tevhnical wrestlers anywhere, and NOBODY knows the inside of a wrestling ring like I do. So go ahead and posture, come out on camera and strut, make yourselves look good, boys. Because when you get in the ring, these little video spots are all you’re gonna have left. After the Dogs of War are through stomping on your heads, maybe then you’ll learn a little respect. You get what you give as far as respect goes, boys. But in the ring against the Dogs of War … you’re gonna get A LOT more than you give. You’re gonna get a lesson on what tag-team wrestling is all about. You’re gonna learn just what it means to be a part of the GLCW tag scene. I think it’s gonna be a hard lesson for the two of you to learn, as arrogant and cocksure as the two of you are.
THE WOLF: A hard one, but a valuable one. When you’re staring up at the lights of the Value City Arena, and your entire world has become nothing more than the wracking pain in your body and the boot that’s about to come down on your head, then you’ll have found out what the Dogs of War are all about. So go ahead and hit the gym, boys. You’re gonna need it.
::FADE TO BLACK::
ecwapresident
League Member
Offering a serving of knowledge
(The scene fades into Chamelion sitting on one of the turn buckles in the ring that’s nestled in the back of the Sommers Gym. He’s paying close attention as Raizzor and Grifter tangle in the center, practicing some moves and shaking off the ring rust. Nodding approvingly, Chamelion is startled by a tap on his shoulder and he turns slightly to see Sirus Moran standing there.)
Chamelion: What’s up?
Sirus: Anything above my height, why do you ask?
(Chamelion blinks, smirks and shakes his head)
Chamelion: I’m never going to figure you out.
Sirus: It’s a gift. I just came to tell you that a fresh set of promos are airing on TV and they said the Dogs of War would be up next.
(Chamelion’s smile breaks into a wide grin, and he turns and shouts into the ring.)
Chamelion: Break time, boys! Bro, we got some business to take care of!
(Chamelion hops down off the turnbuckle, and slides out of the ring, with Raizzor following close behind. The Grimms tag along as the four men enter the office just as the commercials end and return to GLCW Television. Chamelion plops down in the large leather chair, sliding papers aside for Raizzor, who just leans against the desk. Sirus folds his arms and leans against the door frame while Grifter pulls up a folding chair and turns it around, sitting and leaning on the backing. The four watch the Dogs of War promo, and by the time it is over, Sirus is cracking up against the door frame, Grifter raises an eyebrow, and Raizzor merely peers at his brother, who is trying desperately not to fall out of his chair from the shock.)
Chamelion: Jobbers?? He called you guys jobbers?? Ok, now that is just too precious.
(Sirus nods, and Grifter pushes the chair back and stands.)
Sirus: You can’t really go and blame them, Mark.. we’ve not yet signed with the GLCW, so we’ve not even had a match here yet.
Chamelion: Yeah, but ARE you going to sign?
Sirus: Dunno.. I’m kinda liking my retirement.. Besides, ‘Al’ is busy endorsing Grizzly Beer, and Uncle Mack is still trying to parlay the old PWA stock into a new marketing scheme. Who knows though, it will be nice to get back into the ring with Raizzoom!!
(A sharp growl catches their attention as Raizzor turns and casts a dark glare at Sirus.)
Raizzor: Would you just DROP it, already?
(Sirus grins knowingly, leaving us to wonder just how focused he really is, and he motions to Grifter and the Grimms leave the office)
Chamelion: Lighten up Brother, we’ve got to focus ourselves here. The DOW Jones boys said some pretty clever things…and I don’t need you off in some dream land of old.
(Raizzor sighs, and nods. He turns towards the camera that seems to be ever present and brushes the long dark hair out of his face, clearing his eyes to stare coldly into the lens)
Raizzor: We are new here, in no uncertain terms that is true. But we are far from green. You talk of drive and desire.. two words that have defined the Krymson Dragons since the very beginning. You may not be able to view our history as we have yours.. but that can be rectified…
(Raizzor turns to his brother who nods and picks up the theme)
Chamelion: It sure can! Tell you what boys.. we’ll send you a few of our matches so you can review them and see how we work in the ring. Why would we do this, you may wonder.. it’s simple.. when we face off in the ring, and secure a victory from you, it won’t be because we’re unknowns, that you were not as prepared as you could be.. but because we met on equal ground.. eye to eye.. and the Dragons prove their worthyness to not only face the #1 Tag-Team contenders.. but to surpass them in greatness and position ourselves to capture fresh gold.
Raizzor: The Irony of this situation is that from your point of view, we’re new, untested and have not earned the right to believe in our power, our capabilities. And from our point of view, watching your matches and reviewing the history of the GLCW, we have only what we know of your mat skills. We’re only just now learning what kind of minds you possess.
Chamelion: Which, suffice it to say, is disappointing.. At least from The Wolf.. Payne seems like the wiser of the two.. he knows that to face an unknown force, is to not take lightly what is to come. We know this will be our first match is many months, and that ring rust is going to be thrown into the mix, but boys.. listen up. We’ve faced monsters, fought forces you could never begin to understand.. and where those forces and monsters no longer exist, the Krymson Dragons still stand tall. This is true because we have the strength, the presence of mind, and the skills to stand against any type of opponent we may come against. I have the skill and the speed, my brother has the size and the strength.. and together, we’re going to come in there and crush and grind you to a sticky paste. Uh, not that it’s personal.
Raizzor: If you so demand us to bring forth triple of what we’ve spoken of, do not worry, for words are merely just the bait.. the driving force that leads to the final confrontation. You will not be taken lightly, by any means, and no matter how much ‘posturing’ you believe we are doing.. we have the power to back it up.
Chamelion: Arrogant? Hell, of course we’re arrogant! We’ve earned the right to be. Ok, maybe not HERE, but you don’t just ignore everything you’ve done for the sake of a new home. Yes, we’re on the bottom rung, yes we’re looking up.. and no, we’re not trying to peek at your panties!! We’re climbing, slow and steady but we’re only going in ONE direction. Those we face are going to be kicking hard at our hands to get us to slip, but we’re glued to our determination, we’re solid in our beliefs and we’ll do anything it takes to reach the top of the mountain, no matter what the cost may be in the end.
Raizzor: You want to know what you’re against, then watch what we send you, study it very well.. for it will be but a taste of what the Dragons are capable of… and it will be a sour taste in your mouth.
Chamelion: Party times over boys.. step into the darkness and deal with the most Devious SOB you’ve ever come face to face with.. and get ready for the ride of your lives.. GOT IT?
(The scene fades out with the two brothers turning away to discuss strategy)
(note – the following links provide some history, just to be fair – just search for Krymson Dragons)
http://www.geocities.com/tanky1964/pastppv/genesis2001.html
http://www.geocities.com/tanky1964/pastppv/highstakes2001.html
Understanding Raizzor (search Raizzor):
http://www.geocities.com/tanky1964/pastppv/battledome2001.html
Understanding Chamelion (Search Chamelion):
http://www.geocities.com/tanky1964/pastppv/xmas2001.html
(The scene fades into Chamelion sitting on one of the turn buckles in the ring that’s nestled in the back of the Sommers Gym. He’s paying close attention as Raizzor and Grifter tangle in the center, practicing some moves and shaking off the ring rust. Nodding approvingly, Chamelion is startled by a tap on his shoulder and he turns slightly to see Sirus Moran standing there.)
Chamelion: What’s up?
Sirus: Anything above my height, why do you ask?
(Chamelion blinks, smirks and shakes his head)
Chamelion: I’m never going to figure you out.
Sirus: It’s a gift. I just came to tell you that a fresh set of promos are airing on TV and they said the Dogs of War would be up next.
(Chamelion’s smile breaks into a wide grin, and he turns and shouts into the ring.)
Chamelion: Break time, boys! Bro, we got some business to take care of!
(Chamelion hops down off the turnbuckle, and slides out of the ring, with Raizzor following close behind. The Grimms tag along as the four men enter the office just as the commercials end and return to GLCW Television. Chamelion plops down in the large leather chair, sliding papers aside for Raizzor, who just leans against the desk. Sirus folds his arms and leans against the door frame while Grifter pulls up a folding chair and turns it around, sitting and leaning on the backing. The four watch the Dogs of War promo, and by the time it is over, Sirus is cracking up against the door frame, Grifter raises an eyebrow, and Raizzor merely peers at his brother, who is trying desperately not to fall out of his chair from the shock.)
Chamelion: Jobbers?? He called you guys jobbers?? Ok, now that is just too precious.
(Sirus nods, and Grifter pushes the chair back and stands.)
Sirus: You can’t really go and blame them, Mark.. we’ve not yet signed with the GLCW, so we’ve not even had a match here yet.
Chamelion: Yeah, but ARE you going to sign?
Sirus: Dunno.. I’m kinda liking my retirement.. Besides, ‘Al’ is busy endorsing Grizzly Beer, and Uncle Mack is still trying to parlay the old PWA stock into a new marketing scheme. Who knows though, it will be nice to get back into the ring with Raizzoom!!
(A sharp growl catches their attention as Raizzor turns and casts a dark glare at Sirus.)
Raizzor: Would you just DROP it, already?
(Sirus grins knowingly, leaving us to wonder just how focused he really is, and he motions to Grifter and the Grimms leave the office)
Chamelion: Lighten up Brother, we’ve got to focus ourselves here. The DOW Jones boys said some pretty clever things…and I don’t need you off in some dream land of old.
(Raizzor sighs, and nods. He turns towards the camera that seems to be ever present and brushes the long dark hair out of his face, clearing his eyes to stare coldly into the lens)
Raizzor: We are new here, in no uncertain terms that is true. But we are far from green. You talk of drive and desire.. two words that have defined the Krymson Dragons since the very beginning. You may not be able to view our history as we have yours.. but that can be rectified…
(Raizzor turns to his brother who nods and picks up the theme)
Chamelion: It sure can! Tell you what boys.. we’ll send you a few of our matches so you can review them and see how we work in the ring. Why would we do this, you may wonder.. it’s simple.. when we face off in the ring, and secure a victory from you, it won’t be because we’re unknowns, that you were not as prepared as you could be.. but because we met on equal ground.. eye to eye.. and the Dragons prove their worthyness to not only face the #1 Tag-Team contenders.. but to surpass them in greatness and position ourselves to capture fresh gold.
Raizzor: The Irony of this situation is that from your point of view, we’re new, untested and have not earned the right to believe in our power, our capabilities. And from our point of view, watching your matches and reviewing the history of the GLCW, we have only what we know of your mat skills. We’re only just now learning what kind of minds you possess.
Chamelion: Which, suffice it to say, is disappointing.. At least from The Wolf.. Payne seems like the wiser of the two.. he knows that to face an unknown force, is to not take lightly what is to come. We know this will be our first match is many months, and that ring rust is going to be thrown into the mix, but boys.. listen up. We’ve faced monsters, fought forces you could never begin to understand.. and where those forces and monsters no longer exist, the Krymson Dragons still stand tall. This is true because we have the strength, the presence of mind, and the skills to stand against any type of opponent we may come against. I have the skill and the speed, my brother has the size and the strength.. and together, we’re going to come in there and crush and grind you to a sticky paste. Uh, not that it’s personal.
Raizzor: If you so demand us to bring forth triple of what we’ve spoken of, do not worry, for words are merely just the bait.. the driving force that leads to the final confrontation. You will not be taken lightly, by any means, and no matter how much ‘posturing’ you believe we are doing.. we have the power to back it up.
Chamelion: Arrogant? Hell, of course we’re arrogant! We’ve earned the right to be. Ok, maybe not HERE, but you don’t just ignore everything you’ve done for the sake of a new home. Yes, we’re on the bottom rung, yes we’re looking up.. and no, we’re not trying to peek at your panties!! We’re climbing, slow and steady but we’re only going in ONE direction. Those we face are going to be kicking hard at our hands to get us to slip, but we’re glued to our determination, we’re solid in our beliefs and we’ll do anything it takes to reach the top of the mountain, no matter what the cost may be in the end.
Raizzor: You want to know what you’re against, then watch what we send you, study it very well.. for it will be but a taste of what the Dragons are capable of… and it will be a sour taste in your mouth.
Chamelion: Party times over boys.. step into the darkness and deal with the most Devious SOB you’ve ever come face to face with.. and get ready for the ride of your lives.. GOT IT?
(The scene fades out with the two brothers turning away to discuss strategy)
(note – the following links provide some history, just to be fair – just search for Krymson Dragons)
http://www.geocities.com/tanky1964/pastppv/genesis2001.html
http://www.geocities.com/tanky1964/pastppv/highstakes2001.html
Understanding Raizzor (search Raizzor):
http://www.geocities.com/tanky1964/pastppv/battledome2001.html
Understanding Chamelion (Search Chamelion):
http://www.geocities.com/tanky1964/pastppv/xmas2001.html
Mister Dread
League Member
And here's desert.
::FADEIN on the rickety, sagging ring at the Basham-Schultz Wrestling Academy, the dim and unsavory haunt of the Dogs of War. “The Wolf” Chris McMillan sits slumped in a corner, leaning up against a turnbuckle as they discuss the upcoming match. Payne has hold of the ring ropes, using them in a modified runner’s stretch. McMillan looks up, taking notice of the camera crew. He hops to his feet and taps Payne on the shoulder, gesturing towards the camera crew::
THE WOLF: All right, I gotta give a little ground. I must admit, I like the way your collective mind works. I can understand and respect being cocky. I can understand getting a little rib in at your opponent’s expense. I can appreciate that. But what I can appreciate even more is stepping on the heads of two piles of mucus like the Krymson Dragons. Look, guys, I’m glad we amuse you, but I’m looking forward to seeing how amused you are after we beat your asses at Riptide in Columbus.
:
ayne steps forward, leaning his forearms on the ring ropes::
PAYNE: Hey, thanks for sending us those tapes, by the way. I was looking for something to fill the time while waiting for the new season of Alias to start, and a little light comedy fits the bill nicely. Look, guys, I gotta tell you … you said that it’s nothing personal, right? Well, you couldn’t be more wrong. It’s always personal when you step into the ring with the Dogs of War, because it’s about dominance. It’s about seeing who’s the best. It’s about two men walking out of the ring, and two men left staring into the void of there own soulless existence.
THE WOLF: I’ve said it before, and I’ve said it again. Reality is perception, gentlemen, and right now your vision of reality is very narrow and ill-defined. When your perception changes, your reality is shattered. And when you wrestle the Dogs of War, your perception most definitely changes. Where once you were gods among men, kings of your own little domains, you are left with the horrific realization that you’re not what you thought you were at all. You learn that there’s a whole other world out there, and instead of being kings in your own domain, you’re nothing more than lowly serfs living to serve US. You talk about getting into the ring with the most devious SOB I’ve ever come face to face with … well, I’ve got to look into the mirror every day and come to terms with the atrocities I’ve committed. I’ve got to live with MYSELF. After that, wrestling you won’t be a problem.
PAYNE: Krymson Dragons, huh? Everything looks good on paper, boys. You’ve got the look, you’ve got the talk, and you’ve got the image. Hell, you might even have the skill. I don’t think you’ve got the HEART, though, and this is what it’s all about. It always is.
THE WOLF: Right. I’ve seen your tapes, and once again I’m forced to give you some props. You sorta don’t suck in the ring. But like Jason said, the deciding factor isn’t going to be who’s bigger, or stronger, or faster, or better looking, or who has a bigger baseball card collection. The deciding factors, as always are going to be hunger, drive, determination, willpower, focus, and SPIRIT, above all. It’s what sets the Dogs of War apart from all these other cookie-cutter “Superstars”. We EMBODY indomitable spirit. We ARE tenacity. You can bring your best, Dragons. It just ain’t gonna be good enough.
PAYNE: Now get out of my gym. We’re through talking.
::FADE TO BLACK::
::FADEIN on the rickety, sagging ring at the Basham-Schultz Wrestling Academy, the dim and unsavory haunt of the Dogs of War. “The Wolf” Chris McMillan sits slumped in a corner, leaning up against a turnbuckle as they discuss the upcoming match. Payne has hold of the ring ropes, using them in a modified runner’s stretch. McMillan looks up, taking notice of the camera crew. He hops to his feet and taps Payne on the shoulder, gesturing towards the camera crew::
THE WOLF: All right, I gotta give a little ground. I must admit, I like the way your collective mind works. I can understand and respect being cocky. I can understand getting a little rib in at your opponent’s expense. I can appreciate that. But what I can appreciate even more is stepping on the heads of two piles of mucus like the Krymson Dragons. Look, guys, I’m glad we amuse you, but I’m looking forward to seeing how amused you are after we beat your asses at Riptide in Columbus.
:
ayne steps forward, leaning his forearms on the ring ropes::PAYNE: Hey, thanks for sending us those tapes, by the way. I was looking for something to fill the time while waiting for the new season of Alias to start, and a little light comedy fits the bill nicely. Look, guys, I gotta tell you … you said that it’s nothing personal, right? Well, you couldn’t be more wrong. It’s always personal when you step into the ring with the Dogs of War, because it’s about dominance. It’s about seeing who’s the best. It’s about two men walking out of the ring, and two men left staring into the void of there own soulless existence.
THE WOLF: I’ve said it before, and I’ve said it again. Reality is perception, gentlemen, and right now your vision of reality is very narrow and ill-defined. When your perception changes, your reality is shattered. And when you wrestle the Dogs of War, your perception most definitely changes. Where once you were gods among men, kings of your own little domains, you are left with the horrific realization that you’re not what you thought you were at all. You learn that there’s a whole other world out there, and instead of being kings in your own domain, you’re nothing more than lowly serfs living to serve US. You talk about getting into the ring with the most devious SOB I’ve ever come face to face with … well, I’ve got to look into the mirror every day and come to terms with the atrocities I’ve committed. I’ve got to live with MYSELF. After that, wrestling you won’t be a problem.
PAYNE: Krymson Dragons, huh? Everything looks good on paper, boys. You’ve got the look, you’ve got the talk, and you’ve got the image. Hell, you might even have the skill. I don’t think you’ve got the HEART, though, and this is what it’s all about. It always is.
THE WOLF: Right. I’ve seen your tapes, and once again I’m forced to give you some props. You sorta don’t suck in the ring. But like Jason said, the deciding factor isn’t going to be who’s bigger, or stronger, or faster, or better looking, or who has a bigger baseball card collection. The deciding factors, as always are going to be hunger, drive, determination, willpower, focus, and SPIRIT, above all. It’s what sets the Dogs of War apart from all these other cookie-cutter “Superstars”. We EMBODY indomitable spirit. We ARE tenacity. You can bring your best, Dragons. It just ain’t gonna be good enough.
PAYNE: Now get out of my gym. We’re through talking.
::FADE TO BLACK::
ecwapresident
League Member
Fortune Cookie w/ the Bill
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-21-03 AT 01:59 AM (EST)](Scene fades in to Chamelion walking down the street, wearing a thin dark green jacket as he turns onto a sidewalk heading up to an apartment comple)x. He stops, and looks into the ever present lens, allowing his words and thoughts to be delivered to the fans of the GLCW.)
Chamelion: Back and forth, back and forth. Like a great game of tennis, this is getting monotonous really fast. Come on, DOW Jones Boys.. we show you what we’re all about and other then a SLIGHT change of tone, you’ve basically repeated yourselves. We already said it was about desire, determination and all those other words that fill our need to succeed. We already talked about where we stood in the world, the things we’ve accomplished, and the dreams we have yet to achieve.. I’m quickly remembering what the hardest part of this whole wrestling ‘game’ is all about….
(He continues to walk to the complex, pulling a set of keys from his jacket pocket. Opening the large glass door, Chamelion enters.)
Chamelion: Now the Wolf likes what we do, that just SOOO impresses me. I wasn’t looking for any props from you, kiddo.. just pointing out that the Dragons are a lot more then the talk we dish out. The truth really comes from the fact that we’re brothers, and know each other and our abilities better then anyone. As for history, our greatest accomplishments were achieved on our own. .combined we’re six time PWA World Champions.. and for as big and illustrious as the PWA Superstar rankings were, I did manage to secure 13 consecutive PPV wins in the PWA. Why am I telling you this? Simple.. the PWA was a world renowned organization, and not a regional promotion like this one. The men I fought not only could talk a great game, wrestle a mean fight, but you should have SEEN the effort their agents went into promoting their media sources. In case your confused, I’m talking graphics for their promos when they got transcribed to the WWW! It was simple amazing… real money was involved there, boys.. real money.
(Reaching the forth floor, Chamelion stops and leans against the wall beside the stairwell.)
Chamelion: So why are the Dragons here? Why aren’t we off in some huge conglomerate wrestling alliance, wrecking havoc with the big boys? Because we like what this place has to offer.. it’s simple, down to Earth, and doesn’t have the politics involved that nearly drove us out of wrestling all together. We’re hear to show our skills in the ring, not fight battles with embittered Presidents like Robinson or Ben Duke. No, we want to enjoy the battles that wrestling gives, without having to watch our backs at every turn. It became a nightmare, boys.. one I hope you never have to get involved in.
(Pushing away from the door, Chamelion walks down the short hall towards door 47. He pulls his keys back out, but doesn’t enter the apartment yet. He looks back over his shoulder)
Chamelion: You want to know if we have Heart? I’m not going to waste a lot of time telling you how much heart we have… that’ll be demonstrated inside the ring. What I will tell you is this… dream your little dreams, DOW.. believe you’ve been given a piece of cake match… and let yourselves fall into old habits.. for it’s all going to change in a few days.. because the TRUE DOMINATE force just arrived, and the Dragons are going to eat you up like the little puppies you are.. GOT IT?
(Opening the door, Chamelion enters the apartment…)
Chamelion: Hunny, I’m home……….
(Wipe Out)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-21-03 AT 01:59 AM (EST)](Scene fades in to Chamelion walking down the street, wearing a thin dark green jacket as he turns onto a sidewalk heading up to an apartment comple)x. He stops, and looks into the ever present lens, allowing his words and thoughts to be delivered to the fans of the GLCW.)
Chamelion: Back and forth, back and forth. Like a great game of tennis, this is getting monotonous really fast. Come on, DOW Jones Boys.. we show you what we’re all about and other then a SLIGHT change of tone, you’ve basically repeated yourselves. We already said it was about desire, determination and all those other words that fill our need to succeed. We already talked about where we stood in the world, the things we’ve accomplished, and the dreams we have yet to achieve.. I’m quickly remembering what the hardest part of this whole wrestling ‘game’ is all about….
(He continues to walk to the complex, pulling a set of keys from his jacket pocket. Opening the large glass door, Chamelion enters.)
Chamelion: Now the Wolf likes what we do, that just SOOO impresses me. I wasn’t looking for any props from you, kiddo.. just pointing out that the Dragons are a lot more then the talk we dish out. The truth really comes from the fact that we’re brothers, and know each other and our abilities better then anyone. As for history, our greatest accomplishments were achieved on our own. .combined we’re six time PWA World Champions.. and for as big and illustrious as the PWA Superstar rankings were, I did manage to secure 13 consecutive PPV wins in the PWA. Why am I telling you this? Simple.. the PWA was a world renowned organization, and not a regional promotion like this one. The men I fought not only could talk a great game, wrestle a mean fight, but you should have SEEN the effort their agents went into promoting their media sources. In case your confused, I’m talking graphics for their promos when they got transcribed to the WWW! It was simple amazing… real money was involved there, boys.. real money.
(Reaching the forth floor, Chamelion stops and leans against the wall beside the stairwell.)
Chamelion: So why are the Dragons here? Why aren’t we off in some huge conglomerate wrestling alliance, wrecking havoc with the big boys? Because we like what this place has to offer.. it’s simple, down to Earth, and doesn’t have the politics involved that nearly drove us out of wrestling all together. We’re hear to show our skills in the ring, not fight battles with embittered Presidents like Robinson or Ben Duke. No, we want to enjoy the battles that wrestling gives, without having to watch our backs at every turn. It became a nightmare, boys.. one I hope you never have to get involved in.
(Pushing away from the door, Chamelion walks down the short hall towards door 47. He pulls his keys back out, but doesn’t enter the apartment yet. He looks back over his shoulder)
Chamelion: You want to know if we have Heart? I’m not going to waste a lot of time telling you how much heart we have… that’ll be demonstrated inside the ring. What I will tell you is this… dream your little dreams, DOW.. believe you’ve been given a piece of cake match… and let yourselves fall into old habits.. for it’s all going to change in a few days.. because the TRUE DOMINATE force just arrived, and the Dragons are going to eat you up like the little puppies you are.. GOT IT?
(Opening the door, Chamelion enters the apartment…)
Chamelion: Hunny, I’m home……….
(Wipe Out)
Mister Dread
League Member
Hidden camera hotel action!
::FADEIN on a dingy, dimly lit, generic looking motel room. “The Wolf” Chris McMillan occupies the room’s sole chair, his feet kicked up on the small circular table. A cup of coffee steams close at hand. Jason Payne is stretched out on one of the room’s tiny beds, his feet kicking against the headboard. Payne’s face is mere inches from the TV screen as the latest Krymson Dragon promo plays::
PAYNE: Dude, you know … if they added a few extra letters to their name, they’d have an AWESOME rock band thing going on. Like …
:ayne takes on a big announcer’s voice::
PAYNE: LIVE! This Sunday at the Nassau Colliseum, it’s the MONSTERS OF METAL XVIII! Featuring SLAYER! RATT! MOTLEY CRUE! WHITESNAKE! With a special guest appearance by PAUL REUBENS! And our featured opening act, THE KRYMSON DRAGHYNS! THIS SUNDAY! BEEEEE THERRRRREEE!
::The Wolf smirks at Payne, dropping his feet to the floor as he reaches for his cup::
THE WOLF: Settle down, Beavis. Anyway, don’t you feel a little bad after watching that?
PAYNE: What do you mean?
THE WOLF: Didn’t you hear them? We’re BORING them. We’re REPETITIOUS. Although, I think you’ve gotta be to drill a point through skulls as thick as theirs.
PAYNE: Maybe they've got a point. You don’t think we’re repetitious, do you?
::The Wolf leans forward, a frown crossing his face as Payne sits up on the bed::
THE WOLF: I’m not sure. Let’s do a rundown.
PAYNE: Sure. Okay, did we talk about tenure?
THE WOLF: Check.
PAYNE: Spirit, determination, hunger, and drive?
THE WOLF: Check.
PAYNE: Did we mention our superior skills?
THE WOLF: Check.
PAYNE: Did we talk about rigorous training?
THE WOLF: Sure did.
PAYNE: Okay, how many references have we made to lame 80’s WWF television?
THE WOLF: Uhhh … I think two, but one of them was pretty obscure.
PAYNE: We’ll have to work on that, We usually have three or four out by now. Okay, did we make any derogatory comments about their mothers, penis size, bladder control, or any combination of the three?
THE WOLF: Not yet. I was saving that for later.
PAYNE: Okay … hey, Chris? Do you think anybody has figured out that we’ve got a formula?
THE WOLF: Nahhh, don’t worry about it. These morons don’t know the difference. Besides, the only people that pay any attention to these things at all is the opposition, and do you really think that they’re bright enough to figure it out?
PAYNE: Well, don’t you ever get the feeling that this formula of ours is becoming a little … well, formulaic?
THE WOLF: Don’t sweat it, Jay. If it ain’t broke, don’t f(BEEP)k with it. Anyway …
::The audio trails off as we FADE TO BLACK::
::FADEIN on a dingy, dimly lit, generic looking motel room. “The Wolf” Chris McMillan occupies the room’s sole chair, his feet kicked up on the small circular table. A cup of coffee steams close at hand. Jason Payne is stretched out on one of the room’s tiny beds, his feet kicking against the headboard. Payne’s face is mere inches from the TV screen as the latest Krymson Dragon promo plays::
PAYNE: Dude, you know … if they added a few extra letters to their name, they’d have an AWESOME rock band thing going on. Like …
:
ayne takes on a big announcer’s voice::PAYNE: LIVE! This Sunday at the Nassau Colliseum, it’s the MONSTERS OF METAL XVIII! Featuring SLAYER! RATT! MOTLEY CRUE! WHITESNAKE! With a special guest appearance by PAUL REUBENS! And our featured opening act, THE KRYMSON DRAGHYNS! THIS SUNDAY! BEEEEE THERRRRREEE!
::The Wolf smirks at Payne, dropping his feet to the floor as he reaches for his cup::
THE WOLF: Settle down, Beavis. Anyway, don’t you feel a little bad after watching that?
PAYNE: What do you mean?
THE WOLF: Didn’t you hear them? We’re BORING them. We’re REPETITIOUS. Although, I think you’ve gotta be to drill a point through skulls as thick as theirs.
PAYNE: Maybe they've got a point. You don’t think we’re repetitious, do you?
::The Wolf leans forward, a frown crossing his face as Payne sits up on the bed::
THE WOLF: I’m not sure. Let’s do a rundown.
PAYNE: Sure. Okay, did we talk about tenure?
THE WOLF: Check.
PAYNE: Spirit, determination, hunger, and drive?
THE WOLF: Check.
PAYNE: Did we mention our superior skills?
THE WOLF: Check.
PAYNE: Did we talk about rigorous training?
THE WOLF: Sure did.
PAYNE: Okay, how many references have we made to lame 80’s WWF television?
THE WOLF: Uhhh … I think two, but one of them was pretty obscure.
PAYNE: We’ll have to work on that, We usually have three or four out by now. Okay, did we make any derogatory comments about their mothers, penis size, bladder control, or any combination of the three?
THE WOLF: Not yet. I was saving that for later.
PAYNE: Okay … hey, Chris? Do you think anybody has figured out that we’ve got a formula?
THE WOLF: Nahhh, don’t worry about it. These morons don’t know the difference. Besides, the only people that pay any attention to these things at all is the opposition, and do you really think that they’re bright enough to figure it out?
PAYNE: Well, don’t you ever get the feeling that this formula of ours is becoming a little … well, formulaic?
THE WOLF: Don’t sweat it, Jay. If it ain’t broke, don’t f(BEEP)k with it. Anyway …
::The audio trails off as we FADE TO BLACK::
ecwapresident
League Member
Goatmilk with your cookies, boys?
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-22-03 AT 06:46 AM (EST)](The scene begins inside an elegant Asian restaurant, and the camera focuses in on one specific table. Sitting together are the Krymson Dragons and their respective wives. Chamelion, with Sandra and Raizzor with Jasmine. It appears they’re about finished with dinner and are discussing things over half empty glasses of white wine.)
Chamelion: Ya think I got their goat the last time, Bro?
(Raizzor takes a sip of his wine and nods solemnly.)
Raizzor: Apparently. Their comments did seem to be on a single track.
Chamelion: Right, I didn’t realize it was such a sore subject for them, bringing up that they can’t seem to get out of a rut and try new things. They call it formula.. well, formula may work in Hollywood and sequels, but the DOW Jones Boys are dealing with a whole new level of competition, and they really should up their game. They just spent their entire last promo harking over one point I brought up, totally ignoring everything else I said.
Raizzor: Perhaps they’ve realized that we mean business. Hard to argue a point you know to be correct.
Chamelion: True, very true. But I can’t help but kinda like the guys. At least they’re a cut above the generic competition we’ve sometimes faced, they can recognize an opponents capabilities.. they admit it that there is others out their with the power to make it. I knew the DOW Jones Boys would not be a piece of cake, so I think there’s a little touch of mutual respect going down here. But that won’t stand in the way of what we have to do.
(Sandra looks over to her husband)
Sandra: You do have a knack, Mark, of mixing a complement and an insult into the same mix.
(Chamelion smirks)
Chamelion; It’s a gift.
(With a small laugh from across the table, Jasmine shakes her head.)
Jasmine: Something’s just never change in this family. I knew getting together with Michael would be an adventure.. from managing him in his Hardcore title match at Battledome in 99, to following through the horrors of Nightmare.
(Chamelion sinks in his chair)
Chamelion: Do you HAVE to remind us of that time..
(Raizzor’s cold eyes focus on his younger brother.)
Raizzor: What you did back then, brother, will never be forgotten by me. But it’s that darkness, cruel side of yours that is a driving force behind what the Dragons are capable of.
Sandra: Besides, we’re all sitting here together because we’re a family that’s honest and trusting now. So, no need to open old wounds.
Chamelion: Well, sister-in-law…
(Chamelion looks at Jasmine intently.)
Chamelion:… you certainly kept my brother sane and able to come back. And Raizzor’s right, we need that cruel, devious side of me to propel us back to the top of the game. Jason and the Wolf think they got our number…and they’re going to enter the match with confidence they think they’ve earned… but if they’re gonna lose focus after a few words from me that really was nothing more then well intentioned advice, then they’re going to be in for a hell of a wake up call.
Raizzor: I think it’s time we created a game plan for the match. The work we’ve done to scout them out should not go to waste.
Chamelion: I know. I’ve been thinking about that too. There’s a couple different ways we can go about it too. When we get home, I’ll run them by you… but if it works, not only will we win, not only will we show the GLCW that we’re here to dominate the tag team scene… but I’ll also show the Dow Jones Boys, exactly WHY I’m the most devious SOB in the business today!
Raizzor: Excellent, little brother. Let them hold onto their dreams for the moment… bask in what they’ve accomplished to date.. so it will be all so much more painful when we rip it all away from them. I can taste the flowing blood now…
Sandra/Jasmine: HEY! We’re eating here!
(Raizzor stops.. a slight redness to his cheeks. Chamelion snickers.)
Chamelion: Countless opponents, the deadliest of matches. And brought to his knees by two lovely women.
(Raizzor growls and turns his head away, causing the women to laugh as well.)
Chamelion: But it’s true! Jason, Wolfy.. pout all you want about formulas.. because we’re going to be the unknown ingredient that causes your little potion to destabilize, boil out of the control and inadvertadly explode in your faces.. leaving you burned and face up on the mat, with the Dragons soaring high.. GOT IT?
(Fade)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-22-03 AT 06:46 AM (EST)](The scene begins inside an elegant Asian restaurant, and the camera focuses in on one specific table. Sitting together are the Krymson Dragons and their respective wives. Chamelion, with Sandra and Raizzor with Jasmine. It appears they’re about finished with dinner and are discussing things over half empty glasses of white wine.)
Chamelion: Ya think I got their goat the last time, Bro?
(Raizzor takes a sip of his wine and nods solemnly.)
Raizzor: Apparently. Their comments did seem to be on a single track.
Chamelion: Right, I didn’t realize it was such a sore subject for them, bringing up that they can’t seem to get out of a rut and try new things. They call it formula.. well, formula may work in Hollywood and sequels, but the DOW Jones Boys are dealing with a whole new level of competition, and they really should up their game. They just spent their entire last promo harking over one point I brought up, totally ignoring everything else I said.
Raizzor: Perhaps they’ve realized that we mean business. Hard to argue a point you know to be correct.
Chamelion: True, very true. But I can’t help but kinda like the guys. At least they’re a cut above the generic competition we’ve sometimes faced, they can recognize an opponents capabilities.. they admit it that there is others out their with the power to make it. I knew the DOW Jones Boys would not be a piece of cake, so I think there’s a little touch of mutual respect going down here. But that won’t stand in the way of what we have to do.
(Sandra looks over to her husband)
Sandra: You do have a knack, Mark, of mixing a complement and an insult into the same mix.
(Chamelion smirks)
Chamelion; It’s a gift.
(With a small laugh from across the table, Jasmine shakes her head.)
Jasmine: Something’s just never change in this family. I knew getting together with Michael would be an adventure.. from managing him in his Hardcore title match at Battledome in 99, to following through the horrors of Nightmare.
(Chamelion sinks in his chair)
Chamelion: Do you HAVE to remind us of that time..
(Raizzor’s cold eyes focus on his younger brother.)
Raizzor: What you did back then, brother, will never be forgotten by me. But it’s that darkness, cruel side of yours that is a driving force behind what the Dragons are capable of.
Sandra: Besides, we’re all sitting here together because we’re a family that’s honest and trusting now. So, no need to open old wounds.
Chamelion: Well, sister-in-law…
(Chamelion looks at Jasmine intently.)
Chamelion:… you certainly kept my brother sane and able to come back. And Raizzor’s right, we need that cruel, devious side of me to propel us back to the top of the game. Jason and the Wolf think they got our number…and they’re going to enter the match with confidence they think they’ve earned… but if they’re gonna lose focus after a few words from me that really was nothing more then well intentioned advice, then they’re going to be in for a hell of a wake up call.
Raizzor: I think it’s time we created a game plan for the match. The work we’ve done to scout them out should not go to waste.
Chamelion: I know. I’ve been thinking about that too. There’s a couple different ways we can go about it too. When we get home, I’ll run them by you… but if it works, not only will we win, not only will we show the GLCW that we’re here to dominate the tag team scene… but I’ll also show the Dow Jones Boys, exactly WHY I’m the most devious SOB in the business today!
Raizzor: Excellent, little brother. Let them hold onto their dreams for the moment… bask in what they’ve accomplished to date.. so it will be all so much more painful when we rip it all away from them. I can taste the flowing blood now…
Sandra/Jasmine: HEY! We’re eating here!
(Raizzor stops.. a slight redness to his cheeks. Chamelion snickers.)
Chamelion: Countless opponents, the deadliest of matches. And brought to his knees by two lovely women.
(Raizzor growls and turns his head away, causing the women to laugh as well.)
Chamelion: But it’s true! Jason, Wolfy.. pout all you want about formulas.. because we’re going to be the unknown ingredient that causes your little potion to destabilize, boil out of the control and inadvertadly explode in your faces.. leaving you burned and face up on the mat, with the Dragons soaring high.. GOT IT?
(Fade)
Mister Dread
League Member
The War of the Words
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-25-03 AT 10:50 PM (EST)]::FADEIN on the faded, sagging ring at the Basham-Schultz Wrestling Academy. “The Wolf” Chris McMillan sits perched on the top turnbuckle, attired as usual in jeans, harness boots, and a motorcycle jacket over a faded Dogs of War t-shirt. The lights are low, casting shadow across the room::
THE WOLF: We’re going around in circles, gentlemen. You come out here and take a dig at us, we come out and take one at you, then we start all over again. I know that this is the way it’s always been done, and it’s most likely the way that it will continue to be done until the end of time, but it’s getting us nowhere. I don’t see a point to all this. I mean, do you honestly think that anything you’ve got to say is going to change my beliefs, shake my confidence, or hinder my skill in the ring? You’d be a fool to think that anything you can say is going to rock me back on my heels, just like I have no delusions that anything I can come out here and say is going to really have any bearing on the outcome of our match.
::The Wolf hops down from the turnbuckle, pacing the ring::
THE WOLF: And yet we’ll continue this façade, this useless war of words, because for the moment that’s all we have TO do. Oh sure, we could jump you in the locker room, or on the street, or just about anywhere. We could take the upper hand, place you at a disadvantage before we got anywhere near the ring, but we won’t. That just isn’t our style. As far as I'm concerned, things like that completely negate the entire purpose of our sport. This is about who's the better team, the dominant atheletes, not who's willing to smack someone in the head with a lead pipe while they're sucking down fried shrimp at the Sizzler. So we’ll all just talk in circles, tossing inane comments and banalities at each other like we always do. Like EVERYONE always does.
::The Wolf stalks to the center of the ring::
THE WOLF: I know that you’re expecting me to come out here and come up with the usual not-so-witty rejoinders to every comment you make. I know that you’re expecting me to go on and on, picking apart every word that comes out of your mouthes and twisting it to my own purposes, but I fail to see the point. I never have, and yet I continue to play along. Why, you ask? Because it’s expected. It’s how things are done. How things have ALWAYS been done. Well, I’m tired of playing by these rules. I’m through arguing and jawing. We can all talk whatever game we want, but it really doesn’t have anything to do with anything. It’s a passtime, something to make us feel like we’ve accomplished something. Been on the move. Shucking and jiving, hopping and bopping, when in reality we’ve all been sitting around with thumbs in orifices waiting for nothing more than the opportunity to climb into the ring and prove ourselves. As far as I’m concerned, the only thing left is to get in the ring and see who is the real deal and who’s just blowing smoke.
::FADE TO BLACK::
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-25-03 AT 10:50 PM (EST)]::FADEIN on the faded, sagging ring at the Basham-Schultz Wrestling Academy. “The Wolf” Chris McMillan sits perched on the top turnbuckle, attired as usual in jeans, harness boots, and a motorcycle jacket over a faded Dogs of War t-shirt. The lights are low, casting shadow across the room::
THE WOLF: We’re going around in circles, gentlemen. You come out here and take a dig at us, we come out and take one at you, then we start all over again. I know that this is the way it’s always been done, and it’s most likely the way that it will continue to be done until the end of time, but it’s getting us nowhere. I don’t see a point to all this. I mean, do you honestly think that anything you’ve got to say is going to change my beliefs, shake my confidence, or hinder my skill in the ring? You’d be a fool to think that anything you can say is going to rock me back on my heels, just like I have no delusions that anything I can come out here and say is going to really have any bearing on the outcome of our match.
::The Wolf hops down from the turnbuckle, pacing the ring::
THE WOLF: And yet we’ll continue this façade, this useless war of words, because for the moment that’s all we have TO do. Oh sure, we could jump you in the locker room, or on the street, or just about anywhere. We could take the upper hand, place you at a disadvantage before we got anywhere near the ring, but we won’t. That just isn’t our style. As far as I'm concerned, things like that completely negate the entire purpose of our sport. This is about who's the better team, the dominant atheletes, not who's willing to smack someone in the head with a lead pipe while they're sucking down fried shrimp at the Sizzler. So we’ll all just talk in circles, tossing inane comments and banalities at each other like we always do. Like EVERYONE always does.
::The Wolf stalks to the center of the ring::
THE WOLF: I know that you’re expecting me to come out here and come up with the usual not-so-witty rejoinders to every comment you make. I know that you’re expecting me to go on and on, picking apart every word that comes out of your mouthes and twisting it to my own purposes, but I fail to see the point. I never have, and yet I continue to play along. Why, you ask? Because it’s expected. It’s how things are done. How things have ALWAYS been done. Well, I’m tired of playing by these rules. I’m through arguing and jawing. We can all talk whatever game we want, but it really doesn’t have anything to do with anything. It’s a passtime, something to make us feel like we’ve accomplished something. Been on the move. Shucking and jiving, hopping and bopping, when in reality we’ve all been sitting around with thumbs in orifices waiting for nothing more than the opportunity to climb into the ring and prove ourselves. As far as I’m concerned, the only thing left is to get in the ring and see who is the real deal and who’s just blowing smoke.
::FADE TO BLACK::
ecwapresident
League Member
Final??? Thoughts.
(The scene fades into the Dragons back in the gym, getting in some last minute training for their first GLCW match against The Dogs of War. We watch for a few moments as the brothers perfect some basic moves before calling it a day and sliding out of the ring. Without a word, Raizzor stalks past the camera, grabs his towel and heads towards the showers. Chamelion, on the other hand, sticks his face right into the camera and smiles.)
Chamelion: Hi guys! Come by for one last set of words from the Dragons? How very sweet.. Please, please, do follow me.
(Chamelion continues over to the lockers, picking up his own towel and wiping the sweat from his face. He looks back at the camera.)
Chamelion: Let me take a stab, Chris. Ran out of ideas, huh? Cause you’re right of course, this banter back and forth really is getting us no where.. other then to rile each others nerves, and we’re really not wanting to do that either. There’s a form of mutual respect going on here, even if it is buried under a ton of dirty words. But that’s what the fans want…that’s well, what we have to give them.
(Chamelion sits down and begins to unlace his dark green leather boots.)
Chamelion: And I’m no fool, Chris. I know my words make you go.. HA.. your doing the same thing we are. It’s whichever team proves themselves in the right that can come back and say ‘I told you so’… that’s where all the digs before hand pay off. But the fact is, the Dragons are here for one purpose only… to become the GLCW Tag-team Champions, and unfortunately, you two stand in the way. I mean, it’s not really your fault, the staff booked you against us.. and the tag-team division isn’t all that great at the moment.. but it doesn’t matter to us how many teams there are, and how many think they’re the ‘stuff’ around here.. we’re not going to let their words, their jibes and their boasting get to us.. it’s just not our style.
(Pushing off his boots, Chamelion leans back and breaths a sigh of relief.)
Chamelion: That’s much better. Listen, kiddo.. I’ve orchestrated coups to take over entire federations, I’ve owned a couple myself.. I know this ‘game’, inside and out.. I’m not kidding you when I say I’m the most devious SOB around.. and I’m not kidding you that when we go into that ring against you, we’ll take everything we’ve learned, all the scouting we’ve done and put it to use.. you want to best us, learn some new tricks and hope against all hope we’ve never seen them before…because between my brother and I we have 9 years under our belts and a total of 26 championships.. and we mean to show you the FULL power of the Krymson Dragons, because it’s not just you we have to impress, it’s the entire federation.. and we mean to turn some heads.. even if a few of them crack in the process.. GOT IT?
(Pushing himself to his feet, Chamelion grabs his towel and heads to the showers himself. Fade)
(The scene fades into the Dragons back in the gym, getting in some last minute training for their first GLCW match against The Dogs of War. We watch for a few moments as the brothers perfect some basic moves before calling it a day and sliding out of the ring. Without a word, Raizzor stalks past the camera, grabs his towel and heads towards the showers. Chamelion, on the other hand, sticks his face right into the camera and smiles.)
Chamelion: Hi guys! Come by for one last set of words from the Dragons? How very sweet.. Please, please, do follow me.
(Chamelion continues over to the lockers, picking up his own towel and wiping the sweat from his face. He looks back at the camera.)
Chamelion: Let me take a stab, Chris. Ran out of ideas, huh? Cause you’re right of course, this banter back and forth really is getting us no where.. other then to rile each others nerves, and we’re really not wanting to do that either. There’s a form of mutual respect going on here, even if it is buried under a ton of dirty words. But that’s what the fans want…that’s well, what we have to give them.
(Chamelion sits down and begins to unlace his dark green leather boots.)
Chamelion: And I’m no fool, Chris. I know my words make you go.. HA.. your doing the same thing we are. It’s whichever team proves themselves in the right that can come back and say ‘I told you so’… that’s where all the digs before hand pay off. But the fact is, the Dragons are here for one purpose only… to become the GLCW Tag-team Champions, and unfortunately, you two stand in the way. I mean, it’s not really your fault, the staff booked you against us.. and the tag-team division isn’t all that great at the moment.. but it doesn’t matter to us how many teams there are, and how many think they’re the ‘stuff’ around here.. we’re not going to let their words, their jibes and their boasting get to us.. it’s just not our style.
(Pushing off his boots, Chamelion leans back and breaths a sigh of relief.)
Chamelion: That’s much better. Listen, kiddo.. I’ve orchestrated coups to take over entire federations, I’ve owned a couple myself.. I know this ‘game’, inside and out.. I’m not kidding you when I say I’m the most devious SOB around.. and I’m not kidding you that when we go into that ring against you, we’ll take everything we’ve learned, all the scouting we’ve done and put it to use.. you want to best us, learn some new tricks and hope against all hope we’ve never seen them before…because between my brother and I we have 9 years under our belts and a total of 26 championships.. and we mean to show you the FULL power of the Krymson Dragons, because it’s not just you we have to impress, it’s the entire federation.. and we mean to turn some heads.. even if a few of them crack in the process.. GOT IT?
(Pushing himself to his feet, Chamelion grabs his towel and heads to the showers himself. Fade)
Mister Dread
League Member
Sizzler!
::FADEIN on the Sizzler in Mount Pleasant, Michigan. “The Wolf” Chris McMillan and Jason Payne occupy a table in the far corner. Two huge platters of fried shrimp sit before them, with a massive communal bowl of cocktail sauce dominating the center of the table::
THE WOLF: You’ve gotta love all-you-can-eat shrimp at the Sizzler. And the cheesy bread … mmmmm.
PAYNE: But this camera crew isn’t here to watch us eat shrimp and talk about cheesy bread. No, they’re here so we can talk about the Krymson Dragons.
THE WOLF: You know, it’s really annoying the way you guys follow us EVERYWHERE we go. I mean, just once I’d like to take a dump without it being highlighted on Wired next week. But be that as it may, Dragons … according to you you’ve had a long and storied career. Staging coups of entire federations, huh? Not exactly my style. Just a little too flashy for my taste. I’m a wrestler, not a political figure. I’m not out to overthrow anyone, except in the ring. Now, you wanna talk about your accolades in the ring? Titles you’ve won? Well, I don’t care. I could rattle off a list of tag titles that the Dogs of War have held all over the Midwest and northern territories, but I won’t. None of that matters here, as far as we’re concerned. We came to GLCW to be reborn, not to hash over stuff we’ve already done.
The Wolf pauses to stuff a couple shrimp in his mouth::
PAYNE: Nine years in the business, huh? Well, I’ve been pro for just as long. Yet you want to talk about me being a new guy around here, huh? Well, that doesn’t matter much either. The Dogs of War might be a fairly new tag team ‘round here, but the Wolf and I have been wrestling together for years. The advantage that you seem to think you’ve got in that respect doesn’t exist. We’re as well-oiled a machine as you’re ever likely to see, yourselves included. You’re going to bring everything you’ve learned, and everything you’ve got scouted into the ring against us? Good. You won’t have any excuses, then, when it comes time for you to explain why you got beat in the middle of the ring.
THE WOLF: You know I was thinking about what you said earlier, Chamelion … wait, shouldn’t that be Chameleon? Well, whatever. You were right when you said that the whole reason we do this is so that the winner can make the loser eat his own words. That’s the point I was trying to make, more or less. I mean, no wrestler in their right mind is going to come out and say ‘Hey, you’re right. We’re pretty good, but I think you’re gonna beat us after all.’ That’d just be stupid. All of us have been making some big claims, Chamelion. Making ourselves out to be gods in this sport, trying to convince ourselves and each other that we’re invincible. Unpinnable. Unbeatable. Immortal. But we’re not. The sad truth of the matter is that we’re just men, trying to bolster our own spirits. You said this is about bragging rights … well, it is. Bragging rights and the GLCW Tag Team Championship.
PAYNE: The Dogs of War have been through a lot. We’ve seen a lot, and done even more. One thing we’ve never done, though, is put the GLCW tag straps around our waists. That goal is in sight now, though. We’re the number one contenders for those belts, and the last thing we’re gonna do is let a couple of ham-and-eggers like you stop us. You should know better than to stand in front of a charging bull, gentlemen, but that’s exactly what you did when you signed on to go toe-to-toe with the Dogs of War. We’re the bull, the tag titles are our red flag, and you’re the idiot trying to grab on to the rope.
THE WOLF: You want bragging rights, Krymson Dragons? You want to make us eat our words? Well, we’re about to FORCE-FEED yours to you, along with a big fat slice of humble pie. The training, the scouting … you’ll soon realize that it was all for nothing. I just hope you don’t choke on your own humility. Now get out of here, we’re trying to eat.
::FADE TO BLACK::
::FADEIN on the Sizzler in Mount Pleasant, Michigan. “The Wolf” Chris McMillan and Jason Payne occupy a table in the far corner. Two huge platters of fried shrimp sit before them, with a massive communal bowl of cocktail sauce dominating the center of the table::
THE WOLF: You’ve gotta love all-you-can-eat shrimp at the Sizzler. And the cheesy bread … mmmmm.
PAYNE: But this camera crew isn’t here to watch us eat shrimp and talk about cheesy bread. No, they’re here so we can talk about the Krymson Dragons.
THE WOLF: You know, it’s really annoying the way you guys follow us EVERYWHERE we go. I mean, just once I’d like to take a dump without it being highlighted on Wired next week. But be that as it may, Dragons … according to you you’ve had a long and storied career. Staging coups of entire federations, huh? Not exactly my style. Just a little too flashy for my taste. I’m a wrestler, not a political figure. I’m not out to overthrow anyone, except in the ring. Now, you wanna talk about your accolades in the ring? Titles you’ve won? Well, I don’t care. I could rattle off a list of tag titles that the Dogs of War have held all over the Midwest and northern territories, but I won’t. None of that matters here, as far as we’re concerned. We came to GLCW to be reborn, not to hash over stuff we’ve already done.
The Wolf pauses to stuff a couple shrimp in his mouth::
PAYNE: Nine years in the business, huh? Well, I’ve been pro for just as long. Yet you want to talk about me being a new guy around here, huh? Well, that doesn’t matter much either. The Dogs of War might be a fairly new tag team ‘round here, but the Wolf and I have been wrestling together for years. The advantage that you seem to think you’ve got in that respect doesn’t exist. We’re as well-oiled a machine as you’re ever likely to see, yourselves included. You’re going to bring everything you’ve learned, and everything you’ve got scouted into the ring against us? Good. You won’t have any excuses, then, when it comes time for you to explain why you got beat in the middle of the ring.
THE WOLF: You know I was thinking about what you said earlier, Chamelion … wait, shouldn’t that be Chameleon? Well, whatever. You were right when you said that the whole reason we do this is so that the winner can make the loser eat his own words. That’s the point I was trying to make, more or less. I mean, no wrestler in their right mind is going to come out and say ‘Hey, you’re right. We’re pretty good, but I think you’re gonna beat us after all.’ That’d just be stupid. All of us have been making some big claims, Chamelion. Making ourselves out to be gods in this sport, trying to convince ourselves and each other that we’re invincible. Unpinnable. Unbeatable. Immortal. But we’re not. The sad truth of the matter is that we’re just men, trying to bolster our own spirits. You said this is about bragging rights … well, it is. Bragging rights and the GLCW Tag Team Championship.
PAYNE: The Dogs of War have been through a lot. We’ve seen a lot, and done even more. One thing we’ve never done, though, is put the GLCW tag straps around our waists. That goal is in sight now, though. We’re the number one contenders for those belts, and the last thing we’re gonna do is let a couple of ham-and-eggers like you stop us. You should know better than to stand in front of a charging bull, gentlemen, but that’s exactly what you did when you signed on to go toe-to-toe with the Dogs of War. We’re the bull, the tag titles are our red flag, and you’re the idiot trying to grab on to the rope.
THE WOLF: You want bragging rights, Krymson Dragons? You want to make us eat our words? Well, we’re about to FORCE-FEED yours to you, along with a big fat slice of humble pie. The training, the scouting … you’ll soon realize that it was all for nothing. I just hope you don’t choke on your own humility. Now get out of here, we’re trying to eat.
::FADE TO BLACK::