Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2013 1:57:54 GMT -5
OOC: Maple Leaf Wrestling is a company created by another fed owner, friend of Keith and myself who created a circle of feds for free use in his fed for character development and story. In this joint roleplay we picked one in particular from his list, called Maple Leaf Wrestling as the team makes their venture into Canada.
Marshal Dylan, “Good evening wrestling fans… Marshal Dylan here once again beside Mr. Style and Class himself Collin Rogers and what a night we have in store for you here on Saturday Evening Wrestling.”
Collin Rogers, “Absolutely Marshal… All of the titles are on the line tonight…"
Marshal Dylan, “Wait wait... what's going on here? We're supposed to kick off the show with our first title match!"
Collin Rogers, “I'm not sure, Marshal! I don't know what to think of this theme music... I'm not sure what to think about any of this!"
It appeared to be a blackout in the arena, an amount of smoke filling up at the curtain as the crowd is cheering unexpected of what is to actually come; that was until the four men came from behind the curtain with a spotlight on them as they walk through the smoke. Standing there are four men, infamous in their own right. Four men that left a company with a wake but in their own way. The man who's only prize left to capture is that of the heavyweight championship; The Hottest Commodity, the current Knoxville television champion to never lose the belt; The Turncoat and the uncrowned champion; Mr. Mainstream and DC's finest himself, the man that should have never lost the titles. Four men that in their own right have torn up everywhere that they have gone. Each man have been part of their respective groups and now each man was here in Maple Leaf Wrestling. But why? What brought them?
Scotty Addams, Drew Stevenson, Frankie Cocheese and Frank Washington. There was a pop that blew the roof off of the building when they got to the ring, but things were going to change quickly. The lights come back on, the music fades out and they all four together stand in the middle of the ring with smirks on their faces, they wear their black t-shirts with the Jokers Wild insignia across their chests. In the middle stands Scotty Addams, raising the microphone with his smirk, leaving his sunglasses on.
Scotty, "You know what they say... the only two kinds of people that wear sunglasses inside are either assholes or they're blind and as far as I can see... yeah see what I did there? Ha, as far as I can see I'm not blind so I guess that makes me an asshole. See, you can call the four of us the Jokers Wild. You can look at us and you can see greatness radiating off of us. You look at us four in the ring and you see the four single hottest talents a certain contractor down in Knoxville, Tennessee let go. You see four guys that a certain contractor, a certain "promoter" if you can even call him that, tells everybody that he let our contracts run out and chose to not re-sign us because we caused too many problems. But the reality of it is this: the cold hard reality of all of this bullshit is that our contracts weren't expired and now a certain "promoter" is sitting down there in Knoxville letting his roster take pot-shots while he let the best thing to come through his company in it's history slip right through his fingers. He KNEW that if he kept us around any longer that the over-hyped morons, roided up junkies, which hey there buddy, you want to know how to run a stable? Pay attention 'cause Jokers Wild is about to run this bitch. The false three time champions, "grand slam" that shoulda never won champions, and flip floppers wouldn't be on the top for very much longer. He KNEW he wouldn't be able to protect them any longer."
He paused for a second, with a big smirk and a laughter.
Scotty, "He knew that guys like Drew Stevenson, Frankie Cocheese, Scotty Addams and Frank Washington would be at the top in no time at all. To all the "suits" down there.... they fucked up. They threw the best thing happening away. He didn't want this. He didn't want what you're seeing now in front of you because he didn't like us. Petty... yet typical. He knew that guys like us called bullshit when we saw it. He knew that if we stuck around he couldn't keep protecting his investment that he was making out to be a sinking ship, anyway. You see this group of gentlemen that stand by my side? When it comes to this business, we're the best. Nah, we're better than the best. We're the best of the best and he knew that his shit was starting to stink and he couldn't get away without flushing that toilet for too much longer. With all of those giant pieces of crap floating at the top down there in Knoxville, the guys like us were getting together to clean it up. To make something of it. No padded records, no 'one true god' bullshit who believes in his over-hype, no fake beasts just us four, The Jokers Wild."
He paused for a moment, looking around with the crowd giving him some pop.
Scotty, "But those of you that stand there and cheer on my every word? You're just as much of the problem. You're just as much of the problem as those "Gods" and those "Beasts" and those "I steal my slogans from established wrestlers currently on TV" and those bald guys with vagina's. So you can shut your damn traps and listen up because we're here in Maple Leaf Wrestling... not because we're here to be your next top stars. If we were here to be your next top stars you'd already see your championships around our waists. There's a little promotion just up the street called Canadian X Pro... we're going to be up the street and we're going to be terrorizing. We're going to be up the street where there's not going to be any over-grown southern hick "promoters" holding us back, giving padded records. See, we're going to CXP to rule. We're going to CXP to prove a point. We're going to prove the point that nobody can hold us back from what we want. We're going to prove the point that Knoxville just fucked up on the biggest thing to hit professional wrestling since Hogan's leg drop in '96."
Somewhat of a pop, mixed with boos. A lively response but definitely mixed. With a smile stretched along his incredibly smug face, Scotty Addams hands Mr. Mainstream the microphone as he paces the squared circle. The fans are in an uproar, really anxious to hear what the man, the myth and the legend himself has to say.
Drew, “You hit the nail on the head when you referred to me as the uncrowned champion Scotty. You see, I stepped into Knoxville and I humbled myself – I put myself on a level that I NEVER put myself on and that’s because flat out, I KNOW just how good that I am. For the sake of the company however, I humbled myself and I sat there and I ran with this little underdog gimmick until the cows came home and for a man with THIRTY ONE World Heavyweight titles under his belt and SIX Hall of Fame inductions? I would say that I deserve a damn Oscar for that performance. Instead however, I was never recognized for the contributions that I gave over in Knoxville because even though I would pour my heart and soul out into that ring each and every week? I sat back and watched as two men who I won’t name decided to utilize their little creative control in their contract and got EXACTLY what they wanted even when one of them didn’t deserve it after that half assed crap that they decided to put out in the biggest night of said promotion stationed over in Knoxville.”
Pausing, the fans were in awe.
Drew, “You were told that it was because of “contractual” crap as to why we left but that’s the biggest load of crap since the Montreal screw job. What happened was that Frankie Cocheese and I put out the best work, we hyped up the match the best and we busted our asses the hardest in that ring and what we had to show for it was absolutely NOTHING! Instead, the former champion utilized his little creative control stint and Cocheese, a man who was a former two time World Champion over in Knoxville got bent over and screwed harder than Sasha Grey after Lextington Steele just got through with her.”
Gasping, the fans knew that what they were seeing was most certainly not a work – it was real and they are glued to their seats.
Drew, “Oh it’s true and all the while, the man was so damn loyal that he took his multiple poundings and when he finally had enough of receiving no lube before his screwing? The man got Benoit’d and forgotten about simply because they over in Knoxville decided that it would be best to make him become forgotten than for everybody to ever find out that the “suit” simply made the biggest mistake of the promotions lifespan by “not signing” its two biggest stars back to another contract and by “not signing”, I mean they screwed up and refuse to admit it but that’s perfectly fine because now you get to watch and I WILL drop these names since they decided to take pot shots first but now you get to watch Chris Sawyer aka Kobaine and his little fairy ass who also pretends to be Cassidy Michaels, which by the way, Frankie says to lose his number because silly fa**ot, dicks are for chicks and he doesn’t swing that way.”
The fans in attendance straight out “ohhh” and “ahhh” at that remark, can we say BURN as Kelso would have said right about now.
Drew, “Next guy to have taken that little pot shot is Alan Christopher! Alan, before you stand there and tell everybody that we “took our ball” and went home – you might want to know what REALLY went on before you open your mouth thinking that you know everything because you decided to open up a can of worms that you knew nothing about. Well Alan, from now on? Until you know what in the hell is going on; I suggest that you keep your trap shut or else I’ll gladly make a one time return and yes, you’ll then be the Regal of the Knoxville promotion when your ass never finds his way out of the mid card scene. Yes, I just used my shovel and I did it BETTER than anybody else in that once great Knoxville promotion as well.”
Continuing to pace the ring, he took in a much needed deep breath and then leaned up against the top rope resting his large arms on the top rope.
Drew, “Now that we got those dumbasses out of the way – Canadian X and The Joker’s Wild. What you are about to witness is something that you NEVER thought you would see in the history of an Independent promotion; yours truly, Mr. Mainstream, Drew FREAKING Stevenson in Canadian X. You see for all of you watching, *I* am a man who needs no introduction in this business. I have single handedly sold out Madison Square Garden on MULTIPLE occasions and WE are the reason why this small little rinky dink circus in Canada is going to become the HOTTEST promotion today so for all of you little guys on Twitter tweeting away trying to come at me? You’ll have to EARN your shot at me because I’m bigger and I’m BETTER than all of you out there and that’s the honest to God truth!”
Smiling, he reaches over and offers Frank Washington the microphone next. Frank Washington grins as he grabs hold of the microphone, pacing around the ring for a moment as the crowd sat at the edge of their seats.
Frank, "Now many of you I bet are wonder just why? Why would Frank Washington, the current reigning Knoxville Television Champion dare to walk out of the company he was a champion of? Why would Frank join forces with Mr. Mainstream, The Hottest Commodity, and DC’s Finest? It’s simple really, it all comes down to respect. These guys busted their asses in the ring night after night, month after month just like I did to put on the very best show possible in the sport of professional wrestling! I’m a man that’s wrestled around the world and I’ve seen this very thing happen in one too many companies to good, honest, hardworking men and women. The “suits” only cared about promoting their handpicked stars and subtly arranging results to protect their investments like a nepotistic bureaucracy all the while turning a blind eye to certain “offenders” who lack even the slightest understanding of 'etiquette.'"
Frank shakes his head as a wry smile creeps across his face as he leans against the turnbuckle.
Frank, "The “suit” even went as far as to close his own promotion down after their latest PPV without even thinking for a moment of how many people it would affect only to reverse his stance less than 24 hours later! How in the world can a competent owner flip flop on the very existence of his own company! It wasn’t because we weren’t selling out the little rinky dink civic coliseum because business was booming… keyword was. No no no, it’s because when confronted by a few simple questions instead of answering them he accused Mr. Mainstream and DC’s Finest of hating him. When asked a simple set of questions he became defensive like a white collar criminal guilty of embezzlement. The “suit” had a meltdown and took his ball and went home!"
The crowd began to shower the ring in boos be it out of sympathy or out of utter spite thinking they were a group of disgruntled former employees. Frank simply grins at the reaction taking a moment to soak it in.
Frank, "Less than 24 hours later when I handed in my resignation I didn’t get even a simple “thank you for your service” or even “we wish you best on your future endeavors”. The “suits” didn’t even try to stop me from leaving and convince me to stay; I was allowed to just walk away into the sunset. Fast forward a week and it’s like the four of us never even existed or stepped foot in Knoxville. All the blood, sweat, and tears we poured into that ring, the countless hours we poured into our craft under their banner were swept under the rug like it was a “dirty memory”. The few names that are left back in Knoxville either out of some misguided loyalty or because of their anointed status by the “suits” are fighting over the Television Championship in a tournament – a belt I never lost mind you and a belt I never recovered my deposit on. Just like the Nature Boy Ric Flair before me I kept possession of the belt because I was never repaid. They’re content to fight over a paper championship that doesn’t mean jack shit because I personally liberated the Television Championship from Knoxville. I liberated that belt before the “suits” could drop their pants and defecate over the lineage and history it carried, a legacy of athletes who I know wouldn’t stand for this bureaucratic bullshit!"
They all spend a moment laughing and Frank holds out the microphone, and Frankie grabs it from him, stepping forward.
Scotty, "Do you get it yet? HUH?! Do you get what you just pissed away?! THIS is what you could have had, Knoxville! THIS is what you could have had in your walls. You could have had that edge. You could have had the unit of the four single best work horses your company has ever had with the exception of Double J, all in one unit, one cohesive unit in the same place at the same time to bring LIFE back to your promotion! But you thew it all away for sake of protecting your best friend. Well your best friend can kiss all of our asses because we all know the truth, he didn't win shit. Your best friend didn't win shit, and your current champion didn't win shit either. But the thing about us.... the thing about us is that Jokers... jokers are always wild; you never quite know what to expect and soon enough, we're gonna run rough shot all over Canadian X JUST to prove the point that we're the best... simply because we can. See you soon."
Scotty drops the microphone as the four men stand together and they raise their arms high and the camera's cut back ringside.
Marshal Dylan, “I... I'm not sure what we just saw here.."
Collin Rogers, “History, Marshal. We just witnessed history right here in Maple Leaf Wrestling! Canadian Pro better be ready!"
He paused for a second, with a big smirk and a laughter.
Scotty, "He knew that guys like Drew Stevenson, Frankie Cocheese, Scotty Addams and Frank Washington would be at the top in no time at all. To all the "suits" down there.... they fucked up. They threw the best thing happening away. He didn't want this. He didn't want what you're seeing now in front of you because he didn't like us. Petty... yet typical. He knew that guys like us called bullshit when we saw it. He knew that if we stuck around he couldn't keep protecting his investment that he was making out to be a sinking ship, anyway. You see this group of gentlemen that stand by my side? When it comes to this business, we're the best. Nah, we're better than the best. We're the best of the best and he knew that his shit was starting to stink and he couldn't get away without flushing that toilet for too much longer. With all of those giant pieces of crap floating at the top down there in Knoxville, the guys like us were getting together to clean it up. To make something of it. No padded records, no 'one true god' bullshit who believes in his over-hype, no fake beasts just us four, The Jokers Wild."
He paused for a moment, looking around with the crowd giving him some pop.
Scotty, "But those of you that stand there and cheer on my every word? You're just as much of the problem. You're just as much of the problem as those "Gods" and those "Beasts" and those "I steal my slogans from established wrestlers currently on TV" and those bald guys with vagina's. So you can shut your damn traps and listen up because we're here in Maple Leaf Wrestling... not because we're here to be your next top stars. If we were here to be your next top stars you'd already see your championships around our waists. There's a little promotion just up the street called Canadian X Pro... we're going to be up the street and we're going to be terrorizing. We're going to be up the street where there's not going to be any over-grown southern hick "promoters" holding us back, giving padded records. See, we're going to CXP to rule. We're going to CXP to prove a point. We're going to prove the point that nobody can hold us back from what we want. We're going to prove the point that Knoxville just fucked up on the biggest thing to hit professional wrestling since Hogan's leg drop in '96."
Somewhat of a pop, mixed with boos. A lively response but definitely mixed. With a smile stretched along his incredibly smug face, Scotty Addams hands Mr. Mainstream the microphone as he paces the squared circle. The fans are in an uproar, really anxious to hear what the man, the myth and the legend himself has to say.
Drew, “You hit the nail on the head when you referred to me as the uncrowned champion Scotty. You see, I stepped into Knoxville and I humbled myself – I put myself on a level that I NEVER put myself on and that’s because flat out, I KNOW just how good that I am. For the sake of the company however, I humbled myself and I sat there and I ran with this little underdog gimmick until the cows came home and for a man with THIRTY ONE World Heavyweight titles under his belt and SIX Hall of Fame inductions? I would say that I deserve a damn Oscar for that performance. Instead however, I was never recognized for the contributions that I gave over in Knoxville because even though I would pour my heart and soul out into that ring each and every week? I sat back and watched as two men who I won’t name decided to utilize their little creative control in their contract and got EXACTLY what they wanted even when one of them didn’t deserve it after that half assed crap that they decided to put out in the biggest night of said promotion stationed over in Knoxville.”
Pausing, the fans were in awe.
Drew, “You were told that it was because of “contractual” crap as to why we left but that’s the biggest load of crap since the Montreal screw job. What happened was that Frankie Cocheese and I put out the best work, we hyped up the match the best and we busted our asses the hardest in that ring and what we had to show for it was absolutely NOTHING! Instead, the former champion utilized his little creative control stint and Cocheese, a man who was a former two time World Champion over in Knoxville got bent over and screwed harder than Sasha Grey after Lextington Steele just got through with her.”
Gasping, the fans knew that what they were seeing was most certainly not a work – it was real and they are glued to their seats.
Drew, “Oh it’s true and all the while, the man was so damn loyal that he took his multiple poundings and when he finally had enough of receiving no lube before his screwing? The man got Benoit’d and forgotten about simply because they over in Knoxville decided that it would be best to make him become forgotten than for everybody to ever find out that the “suit” simply made the biggest mistake of the promotions lifespan by “not signing” its two biggest stars back to another contract and by “not signing”, I mean they screwed up and refuse to admit it but that’s perfectly fine because now you get to watch and I WILL drop these names since they decided to take pot shots first but now you get to watch Chris Sawyer aka Kobaine and his little fairy ass who also pretends to be Cassidy Michaels, which by the way, Frankie says to lose his number because silly fa**ot, dicks are for chicks and he doesn’t swing that way.”
The fans in attendance straight out “ohhh” and “ahhh” at that remark, can we say BURN as Kelso would have said right about now.
Drew, “Next guy to have taken that little pot shot is Alan Christopher! Alan, before you stand there and tell everybody that we “took our ball” and went home – you might want to know what REALLY went on before you open your mouth thinking that you know everything because you decided to open up a can of worms that you knew nothing about. Well Alan, from now on? Until you know what in the hell is going on; I suggest that you keep your trap shut or else I’ll gladly make a one time return and yes, you’ll then be the Regal of the Knoxville promotion when your ass never finds his way out of the mid card scene. Yes, I just used my shovel and I did it BETTER than anybody else in that once great Knoxville promotion as well.”
Continuing to pace the ring, he took in a much needed deep breath and then leaned up against the top rope resting his large arms on the top rope.
Drew, “Now that we got those dumbasses out of the way – Canadian X and The Joker’s Wild. What you are about to witness is something that you NEVER thought you would see in the history of an Independent promotion; yours truly, Mr. Mainstream, Drew FREAKING Stevenson in Canadian X. You see for all of you watching, *I* am a man who needs no introduction in this business. I have single handedly sold out Madison Square Garden on MULTIPLE occasions and WE are the reason why this small little rinky dink circus in Canada is going to become the HOTTEST promotion today so for all of you little guys on Twitter tweeting away trying to come at me? You’ll have to EARN your shot at me because I’m bigger and I’m BETTER than all of you out there and that’s the honest to God truth!”
Smiling, he reaches over and offers Frank Washington the microphone next. Frank Washington grins as he grabs hold of the microphone, pacing around the ring for a moment as the crowd sat at the edge of their seats.
Frank, "Now many of you I bet are wonder just why? Why would Frank Washington, the current reigning Knoxville Television Champion dare to walk out of the company he was a champion of? Why would Frank join forces with Mr. Mainstream, The Hottest Commodity, and DC’s Finest? It’s simple really, it all comes down to respect. These guys busted their asses in the ring night after night, month after month just like I did to put on the very best show possible in the sport of professional wrestling! I’m a man that’s wrestled around the world and I’ve seen this very thing happen in one too many companies to good, honest, hardworking men and women. The “suits” only cared about promoting their handpicked stars and subtly arranging results to protect their investments like a nepotistic bureaucracy all the while turning a blind eye to certain “offenders” who lack even the slightest understanding of 'etiquette.'"
Frank shakes his head as a wry smile creeps across his face as he leans against the turnbuckle.
Frank, "The “suit” even went as far as to close his own promotion down after their latest PPV without even thinking for a moment of how many people it would affect only to reverse his stance less than 24 hours later! How in the world can a competent owner flip flop on the very existence of his own company! It wasn’t because we weren’t selling out the little rinky dink civic coliseum because business was booming… keyword was. No no no, it’s because when confronted by a few simple questions instead of answering them he accused Mr. Mainstream and DC’s Finest of hating him. When asked a simple set of questions he became defensive like a white collar criminal guilty of embezzlement. The “suit” had a meltdown and took his ball and went home!"
The crowd began to shower the ring in boos be it out of sympathy or out of utter spite thinking they were a group of disgruntled former employees. Frank simply grins at the reaction taking a moment to soak it in.
Frank, "Less than 24 hours later when I handed in my resignation I didn’t get even a simple “thank you for your service” or even “we wish you best on your future endeavors”. The “suits” didn’t even try to stop me from leaving and convince me to stay; I was allowed to just walk away into the sunset. Fast forward a week and it’s like the four of us never even existed or stepped foot in Knoxville. All the blood, sweat, and tears we poured into that ring, the countless hours we poured into our craft under their banner were swept under the rug like it was a “dirty memory”. The few names that are left back in Knoxville either out of some misguided loyalty or because of their anointed status by the “suits” are fighting over the Television Championship in a tournament – a belt I never lost mind you and a belt I never recovered my deposit on. Just like the Nature Boy Ric Flair before me I kept possession of the belt because I was never repaid. They’re content to fight over a paper championship that doesn’t mean jack shit because I personally liberated the Television Championship from Knoxville. I liberated that belt before the “suits” could drop their pants and defecate over the lineage and history it carried, a legacy of athletes who I know wouldn’t stand for this bureaucratic bullshit!"
They all spend a moment laughing and Frank holds out the microphone, and Frankie grabs it from him, stepping forward.
Frankie, "You know something? The boys down in Knoxville think I was just going to take it all in stride. But you know what? I don't care how good the money is, I'm tired of getting fucked over! Cocheese doesn't get down like that! It's like my brothers already said, I was getting fucked and they all knew it! When I first came down there, I had to be the fall guy! They couldn't STOMACH the thought of home grown talent taking the fall and when I sided myself with people I THOUGHT would pick up the pace, they didn't and -I- ended up having to be the fall guy!"
He jabs at his chest when he says he ended up having to be the fall guy.
Frankie, "Then they realize that I'm MONEY and what do I do? I steamroll everybody. EVERYBODY! And I find myself not only as their midcard champion, but their Heavyweight champion. But oh no, they couldn't have that. They had to strip me of their midcard title. I had to swallow that, but later on I come to find out that they had plans to let a certain somebody keep that belt if he won the world and introduce a new belt. Why couldn't somebody like me do that?! They wanted to walk all over me and I thought nothing of it because the money was good. Once again, I was the fall guy! Let me give you a history lesson!"
He steps forward, his three brothers in arms behind him.
Frankie, "I won their world title, they stripped me of the mid card and they had to give some 'roided up FREAK who split for 6 months a shot, and his pitiful attempts to intimidate me amounted to jack SHIT! Then a FRIEND of mine tried to parody that fool and nobody got it because it went over their southern INBRED HEADS!"
He makes a motion over his head with his free hand.
Frankie, "And what do they do during that? They put me in match after match under no DQ thinking it would punish me, but I took it in stride. Then when I fought that 'roid freak they wanted me to drop the ball! As much work as I gave to that shithole, they wanted me to drop the ball and I did, and I took it in stride. Roll with the punches, right? I roll with the punches and I snatch what I deserve right back! I snatch what I deserve right back all the while their talent continues to bury me! Belittle me and all of the impressive accolades I've accomplished! Meanwhile, their homegrown talent and the SUIT'S BEST FRIEND wins the right to challenge ME for the title. As much hard work as I've given, having to work with someone who is always a late comer to the party, and an obvious manipulator who tries to subtly backstab you with kindness... Let me tell you something. I'm from Washington DC, the home of the Republicans and the Democrats. You can't out politic a Washington and I saw him coming a mile away! But I let him have what he wants because I was in a bind where he had let me have what I want... well actually, it wasn't exactly what I wanted, but then he later pretends like it is! And he comes late to the party, and he comes and takes what I've earned away from me! And then I go to the back, and I get people telling me how great I was doing, but I could've been greater. These people tell me I was doing good, and then turn around behind my back and tell me I've shit the bed! What kind of shit is that?"
He looks behind him at the others who shrug.
Frankie, "It's some manipulative shit, that's what it is! Then I step in with my brother Drew, and we tear the house down, we put every ounce of hard work and energy into what we have to some people who don't give a SHIT! And it was evident if you've seen it! Then we catch the suit with his pants down trying to give us bullshit excuses. You've already heard this from Drew but let me say... I'm tired of the bullshit and I walked. You can say I've taken my ball and left but you'd be lying! You didn't know the half of it until now. Speaking of taking my ball and leaving, let me share my thoughts on those clowns that felt the need talk nice to my face and then potshot me after my ass walked out the door."
He points towards the camera, eyes narrowing. His face reddens, showing the intensity of his speech.
Frankie, ""The OTHER roided up freak and his faction of laughable jobbers! Let me tell you something about the head of that faction. For a guy that big and that muscled out, he sure is the laziest fucking SMARK I've ever met! That's right, you're nothing but a FAN! You don't know SHIT about this business and need to shut your mouth! He's the kind of asshole who if he saw you talking to somebody else he'd but in with his opinion. Look, we know what you like and dislike, we don't need to hear it like you're some superior asshole because you're NOT! You claim you're putting everybody over when the fact of the matter is you're just getting your ass beat because you're LAZY! You're lazy, you admitted you don't want to put out the effort everybody else does, and then expect to be pushed to the top while putting on a front that you're happy where you're at. You're full of SHIT! I had to work with you and motivate you, as much as I was against working with you in the first place, but in the end none of it mattered because the whole thing ended up in a no contest so your effort didn't amount to SHIT just like your career! The only way you'll EVER understand ANY of this is if someone takes a sledgehammer and cracks open your head like a melon and directly WRITES it into your brain with a pen because you're a god damned brick wall! Maybe if they slam a dictionary into it too so your prententious ass can understand what that word means, and you can understand what it means to be passive aggressive when you falsely toss that claim out to others because that's what YOU are you kiss-ass! You're a god damn yes man that sits there and tells the suit everything he wants to hear but I'll give you one thing. Even YOU admitted me taking a fall for the LAST time for that company was bullshit!"
He pauses, taking a moment to clear his throat. The fans are actually in silence as Frankie rants. Surely they understand some of it but there is probably a good bit of it that is just going over their heads, and who's to blame them? An irate Frankie is given a microphone. He's going to say what he feels whether you understand it or not.
Frankie, "Then you got that lying two faced piece of shit that's under him and his 'girlfriend' and I use that term loosely. He'll sit there and claim how great and how original I am, and his 'girlfriend' will sit there and do the same. She'll sit there and be all over my NUTS..."
He raises his finger.
Frankie, "And I use that term figuratively, going on about how great I am but when my ass is out the door, she doesn't even hit me up but that's okay because I know deep down inside you're not hiding a tuna taco. Then your boyfriend wants to potshot us and tell us we were some good old boys club. Let me tell you something. If we were some good old boys club, it was only because you were too pussy to come talk to us and see how we really get down so you send your 'girlfriend' to try and get to know us and find out... hey, we're people you can have a beer with. You put on this front that you're a tough guy and a martyr but you're really just a timid little bitch! You've made that known already with your tranny ass girlfriend! Let me tell you something. The thing about a martyr is, when a martyr dies for a cause, he's a martyr because people give a shit afterwards! If the suit would've had some balls and kicked your ass to the curb after you attacked my girlfriend, and my brothers when we were out the door, nobody would've missed your ass except for that buttbuddy you call a faction leader. I could've taken ALL of you jokers BY MYSELF and that's the God honest TRUTH! Speaking of my girlfriend. You had a gem in her and the suits in the back just want to sit on her and not use her to her full potential. You guys want to complain about her work rate?."
He paused
Frankie, "Instead you give her a REASON and maybe she'd prove you wrong; Instead you just try to split me from her claiming she's been hurting me from the get go when the only thing you're hurting now is yourselves because my ass is out the door. And you go on about how our contracts ran out. What's that mean? That you didn't want to resign us when you knew we were MONEY! So now I'm taking my money where it's appreciated. Knoxville, we caught you with your pants down trying to fuck us again, and now we're going to show the rest of the wrestling world what they've been missing. We were going to give Knoxville MONEY! We were going to form and start showing them what a TRUE brotherhood is! Joker's Wild is money, and the suits down in Knoxville tried to kill our formation! That's why we left! They tried to get rid of us before we even started... but here we stand!"
He pauses once more, looking out at the fans, who for the most part have died down.
Frankie, "You suits down in Knoxville want to claim I never have enough intensity anymore... how's that for intensity, you jackasses! If you don't like anything I've said, well, in short, you can all kiss my dick and tell me how it tastes!"
He shoves the microphone towards Scotty Addams who steps back forward to stand with all of his teammates in the center of the ring.
He jabs at his chest when he says he ended up having to be the fall guy.
Frankie, "Then they realize that I'm MONEY and what do I do? I steamroll everybody. EVERYBODY! And I find myself not only as their midcard champion, but their Heavyweight champion. But oh no, they couldn't have that. They had to strip me of their midcard title. I had to swallow that, but later on I come to find out that they had plans to let a certain somebody keep that belt if he won the world and introduce a new belt. Why couldn't somebody like me do that?! They wanted to walk all over me and I thought nothing of it because the money was good. Once again, I was the fall guy! Let me give you a history lesson!"
He steps forward, his three brothers in arms behind him.
Frankie, "I won their world title, they stripped me of the mid card and they had to give some 'roided up FREAK who split for 6 months a shot, and his pitiful attempts to intimidate me amounted to jack SHIT! Then a FRIEND of mine tried to parody that fool and nobody got it because it went over their southern INBRED HEADS!"
He makes a motion over his head with his free hand.
Frankie, "And what do they do during that? They put me in match after match under no DQ thinking it would punish me, but I took it in stride. Then when I fought that 'roid freak they wanted me to drop the ball! As much work as I gave to that shithole, they wanted me to drop the ball and I did, and I took it in stride. Roll with the punches, right? I roll with the punches and I snatch what I deserve right back! I snatch what I deserve right back all the while their talent continues to bury me! Belittle me and all of the impressive accolades I've accomplished! Meanwhile, their homegrown talent and the SUIT'S BEST FRIEND wins the right to challenge ME for the title. As much hard work as I've given, having to work with someone who is always a late comer to the party, and an obvious manipulator who tries to subtly backstab you with kindness... Let me tell you something. I'm from Washington DC, the home of the Republicans and the Democrats. You can't out politic a Washington and I saw him coming a mile away! But I let him have what he wants because I was in a bind where he had let me have what I want... well actually, it wasn't exactly what I wanted, but then he later pretends like it is! And he comes late to the party, and he comes and takes what I've earned away from me! And then I go to the back, and I get people telling me how great I was doing, but I could've been greater. These people tell me I was doing good, and then turn around behind my back and tell me I've shit the bed! What kind of shit is that?"
He looks behind him at the others who shrug.
Frankie, "It's some manipulative shit, that's what it is! Then I step in with my brother Drew, and we tear the house down, we put every ounce of hard work and energy into what we have to some people who don't give a SHIT! And it was evident if you've seen it! Then we catch the suit with his pants down trying to give us bullshit excuses. You've already heard this from Drew but let me say... I'm tired of the bullshit and I walked. You can say I've taken my ball and left but you'd be lying! You didn't know the half of it until now. Speaking of taking my ball and leaving, let me share my thoughts on those clowns that felt the need talk nice to my face and then potshot me after my ass walked out the door."
He points towards the camera, eyes narrowing. His face reddens, showing the intensity of his speech.
Frankie, ""The OTHER roided up freak and his faction of laughable jobbers! Let me tell you something about the head of that faction. For a guy that big and that muscled out, he sure is the laziest fucking SMARK I've ever met! That's right, you're nothing but a FAN! You don't know SHIT about this business and need to shut your mouth! He's the kind of asshole who if he saw you talking to somebody else he'd but in with his opinion. Look, we know what you like and dislike, we don't need to hear it like you're some superior asshole because you're NOT! You claim you're putting everybody over when the fact of the matter is you're just getting your ass beat because you're LAZY! You're lazy, you admitted you don't want to put out the effort everybody else does, and then expect to be pushed to the top while putting on a front that you're happy where you're at. You're full of SHIT! I had to work with you and motivate you, as much as I was against working with you in the first place, but in the end none of it mattered because the whole thing ended up in a no contest so your effort didn't amount to SHIT just like your career! The only way you'll EVER understand ANY of this is if someone takes a sledgehammer and cracks open your head like a melon and directly WRITES it into your brain with a pen because you're a god damned brick wall! Maybe if they slam a dictionary into it too so your prententious ass can understand what that word means, and you can understand what it means to be passive aggressive when you falsely toss that claim out to others because that's what YOU are you kiss-ass! You're a god damn yes man that sits there and tells the suit everything he wants to hear but I'll give you one thing. Even YOU admitted me taking a fall for the LAST time for that company was bullshit!"
He pauses, taking a moment to clear his throat. The fans are actually in silence as Frankie rants. Surely they understand some of it but there is probably a good bit of it that is just going over their heads, and who's to blame them? An irate Frankie is given a microphone. He's going to say what he feels whether you understand it or not.
Frankie, "Then you got that lying two faced piece of shit that's under him and his 'girlfriend' and I use that term loosely. He'll sit there and claim how great and how original I am, and his 'girlfriend' will sit there and do the same. She'll sit there and be all over my NUTS..."
He raises his finger.
Frankie, "And I use that term figuratively, going on about how great I am but when my ass is out the door, she doesn't even hit me up but that's okay because I know deep down inside you're not hiding a tuna taco. Then your boyfriend wants to potshot us and tell us we were some good old boys club. Let me tell you something. If we were some good old boys club, it was only because you were too pussy to come talk to us and see how we really get down so you send your 'girlfriend' to try and get to know us and find out... hey, we're people you can have a beer with. You put on this front that you're a tough guy and a martyr but you're really just a timid little bitch! You've made that known already with your tranny ass girlfriend! Let me tell you something. The thing about a martyr is, when a martyr dies for a cause, he's a martyr because people give a shit afterwards! If the suit would've had some balls and kicked your ass to the curb after you attacked my girlfriend, and my brothers when we were out the door, nobody would've missed your ass except for that buttbuddy you call a faction leader. I could've taken ALL of you jokers BY MYSELF and that's the God honest TRUTH! Speaking of my girlfriend. You had a gem in her and the suits in the back just want to sit on her and not use her to her full potential. You guys want to complain about her work rate?."
He paused
Frankie, "Instead you give her a REASON and maybe she'd prove you wrong; Instead you just try to split me from her claiming she's been hurting me from the get go when the only thing you're hurting now is yourselves because my ass is out the door. And you go on about how our contracts ran out. What's that mean? That you didn't want to resign us when you knew we were MONEY! So now I'm taking my money where it's appreciated. Knoxville, we caught you with your pants down trying to fuck us again, and now we're going to show the rest of the wrestling world what they've been missing. We were going to give Knoxville MONEY! We were going to form and start showing them what a TRUE brotherhood is! Joker's Wild is money, and the suits down in Knoxville tried to kill our formation! That's why we left! They tried to get rid of us before we even started... but here we stand!"
He pauses once more, looking out at the fans, who for the most part have died down.
Frankie, "You suits down in Knoxville want to claim I never have enough intensity anymore... how's that for intensity, you jackasses! If you don't like anything I've said, well, in short, you can all kiss my dick and tell me how it tastes!"
He shoves the microphone towards Scotty Addams who steps back forward to stand with all of his teammates in the center of the ring.
Scotty, "Do you get it yet? HUH?! Do you get what you just pissed away?! THIS is what you could have had, Knoxville! THIS is what you could have had in your walls. You could have had that edge. You could have had the unit of the four single best work horses your company has ever had with the exception of Double J, all in one unit, one cohesive unit in the same place at the same time to bring LIFE back to your promotion! But you thew it all away for sake of protecting your best friend. Well your best friend can kiss all of our asses because we all know the truth, he didn't win shit. Your best friend didn't win shit, and your current champion didn't win shit either. But the thing about us.... the thing about us is that Jokers... jokers are always wild; you never quite know what to expect and soon enough, we're gonna run rough shot all over Canadian X JUST to prove the point that we're the best... simply because we can. See you soon."
Scotty drops the microphone as the four men stand together and they raise their arms high and the camera's cut back ringside.
Marshal Dylan, “I... I'm not sure what we just saw here.."
Collin Rogers, “History, Marshal. We just witnessed history right here in Maple Leaf Wrestling! Canadian Pro better be ready!"
