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Post by Cid Black on Mar 20, 2010 15:21:19 GMT -5
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Post by mauelraw03 on Mar 21, 2010 0:49:27 GMT -5
The Tron scene goes backstage in front of Tony Maxx's locker room.
Maxx had barely opened the door when the camera crew barged in.
Maxx: Alright. I know some of you maybe unhappy of what I've done at Blackjack. Oh, the guy's still out? Oh well, I'm not here at ScW to say sorry to your poor cameraman, which I hit smack in the nose one night. I'm here to avenge myself after that, that f**kin' loss days ago.
After everything that I've done to establish a reputation, here's Kombat just kicking it all away like a ton of rubbish. I can't just let him get away with that and party all year.
Maxx: Yeah, I want a rematch. No, I'm craving for it. But I know I'd have to go on a rough road before we finally meet again.
Maxx: I'm not plannin' to attack him again. Not that I don't want to--It's just not enough for what he'd done.
See, I've been having a back-up plan since I learned of my main event match-up--If I do lose. And I did. This plan's no ordinary plan. It's gonna rock the whole ScW universe for sure.
Then again, I've got the whole Sunday night Sin to talk about it.
Maxx: Hey, I'm in a match-up tonight right?. My first tag team match-up in all my years. You know, I've been training with Aaron Angel for weeks now, and I've seen good chemistry between us. I'm sure we got a great advantage in the tag team tournament, we both having high flying skills and all.
Maxx: And you better watch us, ScW, 'coz tonight, I'm gonna make an announcement that will shock you all. Wait for it. Now, scram!
Tony shoos away the camera guys and slams his door shut. This leaves the Sin crowd in buzzing in excitement. What kind of plan is that, really? The scene shifts elsewhere.
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Post by aaron on Mar 21, 2010 10:05:13 GMT -5
When the scene shifts it shifts to the other half of Angelic Maxximum. Aaron Angel is at the front of the boss' desk, and he's waiting with for someone if looks don't decieve.
After a few seconds he sighs and looks at the camera. He has to consult these piss-ant fans again.
Hey all. I'm so happy to be here tonight on my debut match to impress YOU! All you fans are what make the ScW. In fact without you...
without you...
Aaron Angel breaks and begins laughing hysterically.
Sorry. Couldn't do that with a straight face. Now... to be serious. I'll tell you all why I'm here. I'm here because of Maxx. I came here originally to kick a lot of ass in a little amount of time. I wanted to be crowned as some kind of champion. But I felt almost as pathetic as the guys watching this at their homes instead of getting ready in a locker room. You see, I'm not Maxx. I've never liked people who enjoy my blood sweat and toil for entertainment that can't even lift the remote half the damned time.
You people think I'm a f***ing play thing. Well guess what? Aaron Angel may have action figures in the near future, but they sure ain't as pathetic, or wimpy as you, even when innanimate. Which for the idiots at home, means they're not living or moving. You people make me sick. But Maxx, he may have seemed shady at first, but when I got to know him, we had everything in common in-ring, quite a bit in common out of the ring, and enough in common about our goals that we were a guaranteed money-maker come money-in-the-bank. But I wasn't here in time? And he was in the main-event? That's great, but when Kombat lucked out of the gold, and Dreary got the money-in-the-first-national-bank-of-droll, we were left with one option. Our plan A was all we had left. We're going to have to rock ScW the hard way. Only, since I've seen our competition, it may not be so hard. Sure the starting boys are good, but...
But there are some of you I want ot address in the locker room. I'll skip ahead to that. Wright, Lightning, I want to meet you here at the boss-hog's office. I'm dishing out a challenge to both of you. I want a special match that only six people know about. Angelic Maxximum, Wright Lightning, Cid Black, and another. A special friend, if you catch my drift.
I'm challenging you to a hardcore "special stipulation match" is all I can reveal. If you have the balls, please come out way. I'd love to beat you under these terms. Meet me in Cid's office. If you have the courage for it.
Aaron Angel opened the door, surprising the boss and walking on in.
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Post by raycostillo on Mar 23, 2010 14:00:58 GMT -5
We come in on Kydd Lightning and Eric Wright in conversation. Kydd leans to the right, favoring his injured ankle.
" Man, I got to say that it blows not being Mr. Money in the Bank. But at least you won that Hardcore battle royal on Sunday. You show everyone back there that Mister E. Wright is the hardest of the hardcore. Next up on the docket, those chumps Tony Maxx and Aaron Angel. Now, I got history with Maxx. I know well enough that he's a punk who couldn't get tha' job done against the champ and won't get the job done against us. "
He slaps Wright on the arm and then for a brief moment a look of pain crosses his face.
" Ugh. Damn ankle, man. I tell you E, after we win the tag titles and become the first Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Champions, me and you are gonna go hunting. We're gonna find whoever jumped me and return the favor. You smell me? "
There's a knock on the door from off-screen.
" Come in. "
A Production Assistant comes in, holding a clipboard and cupping his headset mike.
" Cid wants you in his office, guys. "
Kydd narrows his eyes, looks at Wright then back at the P.A.
" Why? What we do?"
The P.A shrugs, shakes his head.
" He just wants you in his office. "
Kydd looks at Wright once more then shrugs his shoulder.
" Boss man wants us, son. Let's go. "
Kydd exit right.
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Post by ericwright on Mar 23, 2010 17:55:45 GMT -5
Eric Wright grabs Kydd by the shoulder before he can get out the locker room door. Kydd turns around and looks at Eric...
Whoa Kydd, dont be so quick to bolt out of here. Now I dont know about you but I think we need to be a little more prepared before we see the boss. You and I both know what this is about at least somewhat. We know Aaron has some big secret stipulation he wants to put on our match. The problem is I dont really have a clue what Aaron's master plan is. Thats not really a problem because the way im looking at it right now, no matter what he wants they will still have no chance of beating us. Hell he wants a hardcore match maybe he wasnt paying attention when I single handily layed out half the federation to walk out of the harcore battle royal last week. The proofs right there Kydd.
A camera rolls over to the corner of the locker room where a dented up is leaning against a locker...
Yep there it is Kydd that chairs cracked alot of skulls, I could easily add to more to it. There is a kicker though, just who the fuck does Aaron think he is to start making demands. Hes never even been in an SCW ring, but somehow he thinks he has the right to even speak to us. Blows my mind im not to sure where Cid finds these people. Which brings me to Tony, now I know Tony just main evented in a world title match last week but lets be real with our selfs. He only got that match because he was hand picked by Kombat because Kombat simply wanted to pad his stats. Now we got Tony saying hes got a huge announcement hes going to rock SCWs world. This is the shit im talking about, everyone has a secret. I dont believe in secrets I think there just a way to cover up having nothing at all.
Hell listening to myself talk I realized we really have nothing to lose going into the bosses office Kydd. Guess we shouldnt keep him waiting just remember when we get in there we make the rules not Tony and Aaron. There the nobody and were the superstars that sell tickets the ones the fans pay to see simply put the most exciting wrestlers in SCW today. So fuck it lets go see what they have to say and no matter what happens in there we golden because i am always Wright.
Wright and Kydd walk out of there locker room coming to a stop in front of a door that says Cid Black. Wright knocks on the door as he heres a voice saying come in Wright and Kydd walk in the office as the camera cuts off...
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Post by mauelraw03 on Mar 23, 2010 23:27:45 GMT -5
Tony: That pile of sh**, told him to come early!
Tony Maxx is about to go out of his locker room and head for Cid Black's office. But then, he had barely opened the door when a man barged in.
He is a bit taller than Tony, and certainly has a more toned body, but he somewhat resembles the Master High-Flyer.
--" Tony, it's been a long time,yeah, nice to see 'ya. "
Maxx: Oh c'mon, Brett, what took you so f**kin long?
Brett Barry: Gosh, sorry 'bout that. Anyways, are you just about to head to the Boss's office WITHOUT ME?
Maxx: Being my cousin, you, of all people, should know that I...HATE...waiting!
Brett: Alright, just calm down man...Listen, I'm sorry for getting stuck in a hellish traffic for one hour or so, and keepin' you waiting.
Couldn't we just get to the plan--
Maxx: Right, good ol' Brett. Sorry for being such a grouch 'bout that. 'Ya see, I'm just so f**ked up right now. Got a lot to think about. C'mon, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout right?
Brett: Yeah. Hey wait, when do I get to introduce myself, huh?
Maxx: Just--just wait, okay? Once we get finished with this you won't even need to do that. Once...once we get this thing goin', everyone will know your name...OUR names, I should say.
Brett: Right, I'll just wait and see that. Now, first things first, mate.
Maxx: Come on, follow me.
The two head to the office, where Maxx's official tag partner Aaron Angel was already waiting...with a few other guests.
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Post by raycostillo on Mar 24, 2010 1:32:55 GMT -5
We fade in on Kydd and Wright at the door of Cid Black's office. Kydd looks over his shoulder at Wright and shrugs. They step in. Track right, following them. The office is spacious and well furnished, big enough to easily fit twenty people. A basketball game places on the big screen. A large platter of cheese and meats lays ordained in the coffee table. Champagne flanks the hors d'œuvre. As Kydd walks by the couch, he plucks a cheese cubes and pops it into his mouth. Wiping his hand, he greets Black and Angel thorough his chewing.
" Boss. " He nods at Black. "Resident nobody. " He nods at Angel.
He finishes chewing, swallows and dusts his hand.
" So, you called us in Boss? I hear the newbie wants to suggest some stipulations to our match. Before anyone says anything, I would just like to say that me and E'll be more than happy to kick his and his teammates ass in whatever type of match he wants. "
From off-frame a door open. Kydd turns around. We pan after him as Tony Maxx and his associate Brett Barry enter.
" Hey! It's Tony and his boyfriend. We were just talkin' about you, son. E, what was I saying before I came in here? " He asked Eric.
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Post by aaron on Mar 25, 2010 18:11:15 GMT -5
This resident nobody is somebody enough to-Maxximum! And Mr. Mystery. Good to see you're all aboard with this then.
[coior=green]Tony arrived, cutting him off and changing his mind entirelyto a new topic.[/color]
Good to see a lot of things. If you're so confident that you can beat us in any match, and since you've practically accepted anyway, I'll let you in on the stipulations.
Boss, get ready, because the three of us are facing that pathetic duo for a place on the fed. If they win, they decide what to do with our contracts, but if we win, it's vice-versa.
That means the other way around for you two halfwits.
And you just heard that they don't have any fear of losing. Think about it. We just need your permission and we'll erase all the pathetic lowlifes from sin-city's society. Think about it, we're already going to win, and when we do, we'll be a making a new era. The Extreme Era! Nobody will be able to stop us boss... save for you of course. Are you in?
Aaron Angel slapped down a rolled up contract from within his trench coat pocket. All he needed here was his opposition's signature, and the same from the boss. Then the match stipulations would change entirely.
How could he lose? Really? He was a high-flying master just short of discovery, and his partner was almost the next VIP champion. Up against a couple of losers like Lightning and Eric Wright, a few nobodies who couldn't wreslte their way out of a paper bag. There was no losing. Again though, it was dependant on the signatures.
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Post by mauelraw03 on Mar 25, 2010 21:06:37 GMT -5
While all this was happening, Tony Maxx was lolling right on one corner of the room. His cousin though, Brett Barry, was was anxiously looking at their two soon-to-be opponents. He decides to approach his soon-to-be partner, Aaron Angel.
Brett: Ugh...I suppose my good ol' cousin Tony has already introduced me.
So, hi. Brett Barry. Nice to meet you.
Angel has nothing to say. He just shakes the man's hand.
Meanwhile, Tony was thinking deep. He was thinking of his next moves...not ignoring the fact that they might actually have a chance to lose tonight and give away their contracts to Kydd and Eric.
Tony: Well, I guess I should talk then.
We, all three of us, have all agreed on this stipulation. 'Ya see, this is all part of the big plan we were talking about. And after this match...and you lose...well, I can't tell what kind of emotion you'll be expressing tonight...but I'm guessing some sort of surprise, really.
So yeah...All we need is your signatures and the deal is set. We need your response right now. Or else...then we'd have to do it the hard way. So you've got just two choices: One, you agree with the deal and head to the ring with all our contracts on the line...
Or two...well, you walk away and we're gonna have to beat down you both into submission. You get the point?...
He turns back to the same corner after a long pause. He starts thinking hard again. Brett was seen talking to the Boss, shakes his hand...then sits beside Aaron Angel. The scene shifts to Kydd and Wright, with Kydd now deciding on signing his name or not.
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