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 Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 1:59 pm
Mick Foley's Old-School WWE Theme hits the arena as the crowd instantly boos to his appearance! For the past two months Foley has been avoiding SWA after screwing Snypa out of the SWA World Championship.
Foley snatches a mic from the ring announcer.
"I would have appeared sooner, but I had some very important business to take care of abroad...." The crowd instantly boos and chants 'BS', Foley beginning to look annoyed.
"....and then I was stricken with a mystery illness which I have luckily recovered from...." More jeers quickly followed by a louder 'BS' chant.
"You don't believe me? Whatever. I AM the Owner of SWA and you WIL show me respect!" He shouts, the heat only getting hotter!
"I need to address a couple of things. Firstly Snypa, he got what he deserved....nothing and a firing! He refused to play by MY rules in MY house, so I kicked him out just like I said I would." Foley explains as the crowd begins a 'SNYPA' chant.
"Now, I have just returned and some of the loyal wrestlers around here have been telliing me none-stop that my General Manager, Tristan, has flipped his lid!" He says to more cheers.
"They tell me he has RE-HIRED Snypa! What the Hell? Apart from anything, I never gave you PERMISSION to hire anybody, let alone that twisted S.O.B!
"Then they say he's bringing some sort of title to SWA and that he's has created a alliance with two other wrestlers! ALL UNACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOUR! Mr. Tristan, we need to talk. Why didn't you at least ASK me? I like your ideas, I wouldn't be half as mad as I am now if you just told me what was going on! You wouldn't return my calls or anything!"
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 12:07 am
The lights in the arena cut off and the crowd erupted into cheers as the lights slowly came back illuminating the arena in a golded glow, as the Trinity logo flashes across the titantron. 3:33 The song So Sorry by ShovelhookWell I... never got to tell you to your face.
With you... such disappointment and a waste.
A disgrace... these words are really hanging off my chest.
Regrets... I haven't really had any of those yet.
Tristan trinity emerged onto the stage wearing his usual white buisiness suit. He held a mic in one hand and what looked like a very expensive bottle of champagne in his other. He slowly made his way down to the ring. Pausing a few times to pose for pictures with members of the audience. Eventually he made his way down to ringside. We never knew what to expect.
Less really is the operative word I guess.
Respect, doesn't really fit into your mold.
Regrets, you have a few that are getting old.Tristan walked up the steel steps and made his way into the ring. Handing Foley the bottle, on it was a ribbon attached to a welcome back card. He stepped away as his music died out. I just wanted the truth.
Now I just want you to lose.Tristan raised his mic to speak. "Now Mr. Foley please understand. I was not trying to undermine you in anyway. I did what i thought was best for the business. At first i didn't want to disturb your vacation with such minor needs. Then illness befell you. I then decided not to disturb your much needed and earned rest with more trivial manners. I re-hired Snypa that is true. I did it for ratings. Be honest... You noticed that little something extra in your bank transactions lately. Especially with my addition with DJ and Dauth." The crowd went into an uproar of boos at the mentions of Dauth's name. However a few audible cheers were heard from the loyalist. "Also before you get to it let me explain the new title. With our growing roster I felt another title was necessary. To promote a second best so-to-speak. I apologize if my actions seemed abrupt Mr. Foley, but I was just trying to do what I thought was best for business."
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 2:17 pm
Mr. Foley looked at Mr. Trinity in thought.
"You make some valid points, I like that you brought in a bright up-and-comer and a veteran to add some further excellent talent to SWAs exciting roster....and I think you're right that the roster is growing at a steady enough speed for another title...." He says.
"But the Snypa re-hiring I am 100% against!" He announces to boos. "You know how much I hate him and wanted him out of SWA! When I finally got my way, getting him out of SWA with that ridiculous iron-clad contract....what were those bimbo's of former-owners thinking when they let him sign that?
"Anyway, as I have said before, SWA is my house and I don't want HIM in it!" He says with venom. "I don't care if he's a ratings hit, I. Want. Him. OUT!!!! ASAP!"
Foley looks at Trinity now, hoping he hadn't offered Snypa the same contract he had before!
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 3:57 pm
Tristan looked up the ramp as if half expecting Snypa to charge out from somewhere and began to franticly look around the ring area.
"Mr. Foley... I understand how you feel about Mr. Rifle. No, He does not have the iron clad contract he did before, its just the generic same contract newcomers like N2o and Dj were offered. But Mr. Foley. If you'll look at the replays, I clearly have Snypa under control. He returned Freakshow safely. He hasn't done anything to harm the show at all. If you want him fired then I suppose theres not much I can do about it, since you are the boss."
Tristan stepped back away from Mick Foley. He tried his best to conceal his cocky smirk. These fools were playing right into his hands.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 7:31 pm
((Not gonna attack Foley...damn, I wanted him to go pay Foley a visit. Under the assumption this is also the first "hour" of the show. xd ))
On the screen is Snypa, who is wearing glow-in-the-dark contacts in a darkened area, holding what looks like a detonator.
"Mick...your wife and children are on vacation, right? I know where they are. But it wouldn't be right to bring your family into a fight that you started. So I waited until the taxicab picked them up. in reality, Dewey and Mick Jr. are my biggest fans. I autographed a couple of T-shirts and hats for them one night after Heatwave. Just ask Collette, who has an autographed poster. So I'd never hurt your family."
Snypa looks over at Tristan.
"So what's on your mind before I blow Mr. Foley's empty house up?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 1:53 am
Tristan's bowed his head when Snypa's rant ended. He took several deep breaths as he carefully chose his words.
"I would like to go on record and state that I am in no way responsible for Snypa's actions off the clock, and I was in no way involved in this situation, and therefor I am exempt from any legal responsibilities or potential ramifications. Snypa... You're pushing your luck now. Your contract is not Iron clad this time around. I can guarantee that if you destroy that house. Mr. Foley will undoubtedly terminate your contract, and press charges. I -"
Tristan cut his words short as his arm involuntarily twitched. Tristan set his mic down and fumbled around in his pocket, retrieving a bottle of pills. He popped the lid and proceeded to swallow two blue pills, and replace the bottle. By now Tristan looked towards Foley for a response.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 9:04 am
"I figured as much that you'd say that, Tristan. I accept full responsibility for what I do."
He thinks about pressing the button to mixed reactions.
"However, I know Mick Foley. Sure, he's a sniveling, whining coward who thinks firing people and pressing charges will make his problems go away. But in reality, they don't. Just ask my good friend Jarel. You fired him. And he kept coming back over and over again."
Snypa smiles at the detonator.
"In reality, Mick here would like to see my spirit broken. He'd like to see me give up. He'd like to see me a broken shell of my former self. Isn't that right, Mick? Don't you just wanna come find me and beat me to within an inch of my life? Prove to the world that you're not a hack? Prove to the world you can still go with the best of them in a hardcore situation? Well, this is as extreme as it gets, Foley. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside that you wanna get your hands on me."
Snypa sets down the detonator for a second.
"I mean, you're all about ratings and money. When I lost my job, SWA took a hell of a plummet. I'm talking about damn near zero viewers that next week. No ratings equals no money. But when breaking news hit SWA.com that Tristan offered me an appearance and a match with your former attack dog Laic, well- all of my loyal fans decided to turn on their TVs and get a look at the man they know loves them the most."
A 'Snypa' chant fills the arena briefly.
"So come on, Mick...me plus SWA equals big time bonuses for your wallet. I come back, kick your a**, and I spare your house from an arson investigation. Tristan doesn't have to worry about anything, and everyone goes home happy while you're being rushed to the nearest hospital."
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 2:41 pm
"I wouldn't go home happy because I know YOU'D still be around." Foley says, looking up at Snypa on the tron.
"You idiots want to see Snypa stay in SWA?" He looks at the fans, who start a 'SNYPA' chant.
"Mr. Trinity, you say you have Snypa under control? Well then stop popping those pills and get him here for his match later tonight!" He orders!
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 4:36 pm
"That's just sad to hear...because making your life miserable makes me feel special. That, and knowing I have one thing more than you: the respect and admiration of your wife and children." Snypa says to laughs.
"Even when you go home, you still have to look at my posters and my T-shirts. And my DVD that Mick Jr. has."
Snypa begins to lose the fake sweetness in his voice slowly.
"And I've got a little proposition that'll show how much you mean to me, Mick. If I win my match tonight against Chris Chaos, then I get a shot at completing my revenge by facing you in any match I want at any given time. And if I lose, I'll actually be a butler at the Foley house for the next month."
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 11:02 am
Tristan picked up his mic and spoke.
"A butler at the Foley house? How degrading. Even more degrading. Snypa... If you pull that trigger you'll be in the unemployment line waiting to get a check cut to you out of our tax dollars."
Tristan thought for a moment.
"I already have an opponent lined up for you next week. By now you should be familliar with him. Hes a shifty, beady eyed snakey, evil ruthless, scandalous, son of A b***h b*****d DEVIL HIMSELF!... Dauth. The fact is Snypa. If you want to get to Mr. Foley. The man who hired me and signs my paychecks. You need to get through me, and the other members of T.B.M"
Tristan reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked to be a contract. He handed it over to Foley.
"Mr. Foley if you would be so kind as to make that match official..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 7:42 pm
"Let me weigh my options here, Tristan...decimate two of you and get to Shadow and Mick here or be without a job? And to think Shadow was decent enough to keep our beef between the two of us."
Snypa ponders the thought for a moment...
"So, if I accept this match of yours- will you and Shadow agree to stay out of it until it's your turn?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 11:39 pm
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa, man."
Dauth came onto the stage with a mic to talk at Snypa, who wasn't even there. He turns and looks at the screen to get a good look at his opponent.
"Did you see what happened to my opponent tonight? What do you mean until it's 'Their turn'? That time won't even come because the fact is I'm gonna ******** your s**t up next week. And then Shadow is gonna ******** your s**t up, and then my friend Tristan might even jump in and ******** your s**t up even more! It'll be like a big '******** Snypa's s**t up-athon.' The only turns that are going to be taking here are the turns TBM are gonna take ******** your s**t up."
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 12:21 am
Tristan's eyes went wide at Dauths words. He was quick to cover for him.
"Hey Mr. Foley... Don't worry about that fine we're about to get from the F.C.C Just take it outta my check."
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 8:03 am
"Damn, I can't wait...Tristan, don't worry- I don't hate you. In fact, I actually commend you for offering up your buddy here for sticking his nose where it didn't belong. And Shadow, I know you can hear me...so listen well. If I see you anywhere near the ring next week, you'll wish you had saved it for your last match. And Tristan...you're crazy? Yeah, I know all about you. I'm without forgiveness or remorse...and I won't hesitate to break you down either. You say I owe you? Fine. I owe you a slaughter of your friends."
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 1:33 pm
Tristan pulled out his pill bottle and examined it.
"You know... they say it takes a week for the pills to leave you system. Here's a condition Snypa. Anyone that has ever known us knows that T.B.M never plays fair. If you lose to Dauth or any of our members then you may never EVER go after Foley again. Here's the Tristan Twist. Your matches next week. Are all consecutive. Consider it a three on one elimination style handi-cap match."
The crowd went into an uproar upon hearing that T.B.M would be reuniting for a show.
"Snypa. I view you like a dog. I adopted you from the pound, Took you to the groomers, fed you a treat, took you to the park, but you already had the taste of blood in your mouth. Now as much as I don't want to... it's time to put you down. If you win your match. We'll still attack you and beat you down. You're not ever going to get a hold of Foley. I'm sorry, but that interferes directly with my own plans. If I were you I would call it quits and just go back to chasing the title."
Tristan smiled again as he stared into the pill bottle and opened the cap.
"I'll give you the choice Snypa. Who would you rather face. Me? Or... My other half?"
Tristan waited on Snypa's reply as he also waited on Foley to sign the contract for the match.
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