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 Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:14 pm
At the opening of the show, the titantron goes to AJ Warner with his entourage behind him, a woman's hands seen rubbing his shoulders as he sits on a bench in the dark outside. The camera is focused on the side of his face as AJ is seen looking into a lake with a look of content. "My parents were athletes in almost every possesion. My uncles cousin or some weird s**t like that, was Bob Warner. He played two years, and the rest of my distant relatives and what have you have gone to college. What was I to them five years ago?" AJ shook his head and tok a long puff of a cigarette before looking back to the lake. "They would discorn me at Thanksgiving, and hell, on damn Boxing Day they would exclude me. And now what? 'Hey AJ, your nephew Roger really wants to meet you.' ******** Roger!" Warner took another hit of his cigarette and chuckled. "You know, there was that time where these fans were like that. They kept me out of their heads, didn't think I was championship material...
And now looks who laughing. You and the rest of my Warner family, besides my son, are too caught up into your own s**t you can't focus on another superstars, and then one day, that superstar is like a baby. A great ******** baby, that grows up to me the one. He grows up to be a hero to noble, amd a villian to weak. Well I grew up to be too good for the damn Hall of Fame, too great to be in the same sentence as all the guys on this roster." AJ's red-heded vixen who had not yet been given a name started kissing him on the neck as he spoke and Warner flicked his cigarette on the ground.
"Do I need to show you people who AJ Warner is? You guys thought I was great when I was 'Super Crazy' with that damn peasent John Cena. And now that I'm my own man, my own guy, breaking necks and cashing checks, that you... envy. You wish to be a God Among Men. Yeah you Kelly. Cyrus Everblaze, Tyler Boelock, you guys have the audacity to say you guys are the best damn thing to exist and when you tuck yourselves in alone in your studio apartment, your last though it always, 'How does AJ do it?' This ability some other God graced me, it's not a skill you can get, it's a skill you're born with, a skill I was born with among a couple of no-brained dropouts. And instead of talking about how... let's talk about when."
The camera shifted facing AJ's face and there showed the arena those very fans were in tonight, with an FFA:TF banner hanging from the top of the arena to show the fans at home what Warner was doing. AJ cracked his neck after his vixen stopped finally kissing on his neck after AJ snapped his fingers. "Tonight, one of you punks get ready for this. And when I say this, this isn't your average Joe, this isn't a semi-pro, this right here, THIS is a God. Among. Men."
Fifty-four minutes and thirty-nine seconds later...
"The Ecstasy of Gold" - Ennio Morricone
The lights shut down except the golden spotlights roaming around the arena. AJ pushed the curtain out of his way with his posse in his robe and all, with a little smirk on his face as this would be the debut of a God. A God among men. With the spotlight shining on him, Warner quickly wiped that smirk away once he saw people in the audience though. Oh god did AJ hate them so ******* much. All they were there to do is bug the s**t out of him it seemed like. Warner walked with his posse down the ramp. giving the audience members next to the ramp looks of disgust.
DING DING DING!
"This contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing two-hundred twenty-nine pounds, he is a God Among Men, AYYY, JAYYY, WARRR-NERRRRR!"
AJ's vixen took off the robe for him at the end of the ramp. Warner shoo'ed them away and hopped on the apron, not wasting a second to get into the ring. Warner hopped onto the corner to his far right and just looked at the crowd with a little smirk as they kept jeering him, almost to the point where you could barely hear the damn music. AJ flexed his greased up muscles to make the other three turnbuckles explode blue pyro much like Kane's. Warner hopped down and nodded to the ref, awaiting the arrival of whoever his opponent would be.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:50 pm
"Don't fret precious I'm here.
step away from the window..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:57 pm
AJ had a little grin across his face. Maybe a debut against a hasbeen wasn't a bad idea.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:58 pm
The crowd gives mixed reactions as the name "Hunter Sullivan" flashes across the titan-tron. The lights begin to fade, dimming to a calming light. Green and purple start to glow and flash, the arena ogles looking to the stage as A Perfect Circle starts to play and blare. Sullivan is waiting in the gorilla position for the lyrics to hit before bursting out onto the stage. Fans are already responding in a harsh chorus of cheers and even jeers from the fans who are smart enough to get over the return factor..*
"Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep
Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come"
*With the signal of the beginning lyrics Hunter storms out of his position, of course to a series of chants and and cheers. Hunter's artier showed off as he started moving his way across the stage. The green and purple lights reflected and caused glimmer on his body. A cool, calculating smirk seemed steady and planted on his face, an unnerving confidence, a form of malevolence shines through. The ramp was laid out before him, en route to his goal.*
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble
Head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums
*Sullivan walked calmly and professionally down the ramp. The steel ramp under Hunter's feet reacted with a clank, none of which could be heard over the music and jeers in unison. Soon Sullivan found himself on the matting surrounding the ring. He reacted quickly, rolling into the ring and heading towards the turnbuckle that was closest. Soon climbing up it he merely looked around and reacted with a combined smirk-scoff.*Pay no mind what other voices say
They don't care about you, like I do, like I do
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a ******** about you, like I do.
*The music died off and Sullivan dropped back to the mat, looking around the ring, he stands around awaiting his time to wrestle the one they call Warner.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 9:04 pm
AJ picks up a mic from Tony Chimmel and holds his gut laughing. "I'm a god among men, not a god among clowns. What do you want kid?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 9:36 pm
Hunter pastes side to side before he opens his mouth and speak.
"How about ya shut up for a moment, that would be helpful. Frankly I'm sure these people are more interested in seeing me then they are with being tossed through another reinvention, a new moniker, and another re-debut of AJ warner."
The fans cheer a moment before they cut him off.
"I'm not all the sure why you guys are cheering me. I don't remember ever being a good guy. That, however, isn't the issue right now is it Warner? Because I was out back, y'know, talking to the old fellahs of.. old. When I heard your little promo working, and i was listening, and listening until finally I heard yourself say you were a God, amongst men. Now initially i'm thinking, this must be some sort of copyright infringement, because last time I checked, I'm the anointed one, The messiah of all wrestling feds, and most importantly, G.o.D."
Hunter moves along the ring and glances at the fans at ringside as well as Warner at random intervals.
"Then I thought, "Eh, he'll find something new to go by this time next month." So I'm not all that worried. Afterall, how many incarnations of AJ Warner HAVE there been? Bad Chyld, and, speaking of copyright infringement, the ever popular 'Super Crazy', the Canadian Hero, sure at one point I'm sure we shared a small place in the Dark carnival, so you were even a crazy evil clown at one point. What next AJ? Going to pull out the shades, fancy clothes, long cars and call yourself the Hollywood kid? Common Warner, i know Wrestling is the place where all stupid-uncreative ideas go to die, but sheesh, could at least try and show some commitment to an idea."
"Then we got you blabbering about how your family doesn't love you for you, well booo ******** hoo. No one really cares about your personal life jobber. No one cares who your long lost uncle was, who your dad was, no one cares if your related to Barack ******** Obama. Priority number one is Wrestling. Actually sometimes I wonder if these fans like shitty gimmicks and self degrading storylines better. but for me, it's the wrestling. but Thats another topic for another day. See, when you come out he proclaiming your a god, well I gotta wonder if you're all that ready to back it up? I'm sure you think you are and all that, but you also thought you were a clown..... and i'm not all the certain you never cried tears of blood at one point.... anydoodle, point is, i don't take heed to what you THINK you know."
"Thats kinda the reason i'm out here. Kinda. See the reason I'm out here is simple, not so much you individually, while you do contribute, but Twisted fl- I mean FFA, is full of no talents. That's why I left. I didn't see the challange anymore, so i went on to greener and better pastures, BTWF, GWA, PWA, I spent time improving and getting better while you were standing around trying to think of the next catchy phrase to rhyme off. So i guess I agree with you in one point, you're to great to be placed in the same sentence as these punks backstage. But even in agreeing to that i'm really not saying much. My wives shitzu in all it's uglyness can claim the same feat."
"I digress, i'm here to slap some talent into the federation, if i feel like it after tonight, or i might just go back to Kansas and collect my normal paycheck dealing with people who deserve my attention."
"One last thing, The problem Warner in being better then everyone on this roster is simple."
"I'm not on this roster."
Hunter slides off his coat as he starts to pace the ring, waiting for either a verbal response or the bell to ring, either way, he's ready.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 12:14 am
AJ chuckled nervously and got into Hunter's face with a little smirk. "Gimmicks aren't on my mind, neither is your shitty old gimmick, whatever wrestling ability you had, you know what's really on my mind?" Warner tilted the mic closer to his mouth and had a crooked grin. "Who the ******** are you?" The fans booed and obviously started cheering the opposing superstar's name over the few that were cheering AJ's. The Bad Chyld backed off of Hunter and looked around the arena. "You know what the difference is between you and me Hunter? You could say it's our moveset, because if anyone here knew our moveset, mine consists of a book and yours is a footnote. You could say who the better Canadian is, because there's no doubt its the Canadian Hero, AJ Warner. But the thing that gets me pissed is... you care." Warner chuckled and the fans stood quietly wondering what the Mega-Heel was saying as he circled around Hunter. "You actually care what these people think? I think that's whats holding you back, kid. You try to come out here and entertain the fans while putting on a good-show, well, you may be a multi-tasker in more ways than one with Noble and whoever else was in the Circle Jerking Clan, but AJ Warner just comes out here and beats his opponent to a bloody ******** pulp and embraces it."
Warner stopped circling the ring and leaned against the turnbuckle with a big grin. "And BTWF, GWA, I mean, come on kid, you might as well spoke Chinese because I don't know what the ******** a PWA is, unless it's a little acronym for you. Put. Wrestling. Aside. Hunter, put wrestling aside. Because if I really wanted to kick an old mans a**, I would've called out your damn grandma, but hell, she'd be more worthy of an opponent than your faggoty a**." The fans oohed and started a 'SHUT THE ******** UP' chant, but there was no way Warner was even close to done.
"If you're gonna debut Hunter, do it on your own time. I'm here to have a comptetive match. If I wanted to fight someone like you, I would've curb stomped a baby. Oh, and don't pull this God s**t on me, Hunter, I swear to the 72 Virgins (such as Kelly King, Mike Landry, Matt Stone) that better be a fancy nickname you got from your cell mate, because to me, being a God isn't a fancy title. It's a lifestyle. I prove it, I show it, and most of all, I deserve it. So Hunter, you can try to prove you're worth to these fans, but you're not ruining my air-time, on my show." The fans were booing AJ or either cheering Hunter, but there were mixed reactions all over the arena. After a long pause, AJ got pissed and started yelling in his mic. "DID YOU HEAR ME f*****t GET THE ******** OUT OF MY RING!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 1:59 pm
(this was written before Kelly's post, so play nice and pretend it was said before he comes to the stage, it still makes sense. kthxloveyou)
Hunter smirks as he wanders around the ring listening to his opponents rabble and babble.
"Ha... hahaha... HAHA.. oh dear. I'm sorry. That's just a auto-response when my braincells start dying. There are that many plot holes in everything you just said it actually must hurt being such an idiot. Lets start at the top Warner, lets start at your first idea of an insult. Who am I. Well Warner, you say that, and follow up as if I really do care if Joe blow in the front row there is cheering me or knows what my name is. But your right, apparently you don't know who the ******** i am. My first hint, the fact you rhyme off lies, made assumptions, and we all know that assumptions makes an a** out of u and umptions... wait...."
Hunter cocks an eyebrow before shaking his head and continuing.
"Warner i'm a Technical Ikon, I know the mat far better then you, i can wrestle better then you, and I can talk better then you. I'm the full-round package that a wrestler needs to be. You think you have a book full of moves and I'm a foot note? Please, the fact you haven't seen me in about three years must have really effected your knowledge of how DAMN GREAT i am. But that'll change in approximately one minute when i wrap you in knots and introduce you to why i'm a master of the chain wrestling genre. Again, you do seem to get at least, one thing right."
"i care about how we are different. Not what they think about me, not entertaining these people with jokes or tossing around the guys they dislike. I'm concerned with coming back here and showing people here in the FFA that they are talentless, useless, and below me. You were just the first guy i found the opportunity to face. I don't actually care what you think feel or anything you have to say, not what these fans think or say. the fact they cheer me means nothing to me. but, what does matter is like i said, how are we different. And how are we different Warner? One strong, dominate reason Warner, It's because I'm simply better. I don't contradict myself on a secondly basis, i back up what i say, through action. If i promise something, i'll go until i fulfill it. Fans might like that when it comes to you, thus the cheering you hear around you. But not when what I'm promising is to destroy their heroes along with their villains."
"see Warner, i'm not making a debut, not returning. I'm showing up. I will not be signed to a contract, ******** i don't even need to get paid. I've come back to show the owners of this s**t hole, which has opened and closed more times then your mothers legs on a sunday night, that I'm disowning it. I No longer recognize this place as "home" or even where my roots are. It's like a famous saying from where i don't remember, arrive, raise hell, leave."
"But i'm not leaving yet. Not getting out of your ring, and yeah it's your ring, cause i'd be ashamed to put my name anywhere near it. Never mind own it. See, you set an open challenge, and i accepted it, unlike you, i don't turn my back on decisions and i deal with what i do and say like a man. So to you i say, if you really want me to leave, I'll leave. But i gotta ask what kind of god fears a mortal?"
"So if you've had enough of this dicking around, get that ref to ring the bell so i can start ******** up your s**t."
Hunter actually tosses away the microphone clearly finished with the chitter chatter with this never-was. He steps back and prepares himself for a match, his first in about three years from this place. However, before Hunter can do much more then that the Stage lights up and the sound system blares.....
(doesn't everyone love time traveling.)
*P.S Warner, try next time not to call me old timer, and kid, in the same paragraph*
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 2:02 pm
"Faint Toxic" hits the PA system, loud and proud.
It takes almost no time for Mr. CEO and Karen to come through the doors of the stage, the fans booing still from AJ's cockiness. Together they stood for a moment, Karen holding a microphone to her lips. "It's very interesting for Fate tonight to see AJ Warner and Hunter Sullivan standing together in the ring considering one has only recently returned and the other is not even legally under contract to FFA..."
Mr. CEO crossed his arms. "However, I see this as a grand opportunity to give the fans a present in the form of surprise. No one expected to see Hunter on the card in any way shape or form tonight... which is now exactly what they will get! I'm making it official, despite AJ's clear wishes otherwise. We will see AJ Warner vs Hunter Sullivan right here TONIGHT!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 2:17 pm
AJ sighed at this circus there was around him. Twenty-thousand people were screaming for a guy (not under contract) who said this federation sucks, had to go against him a Darth Vader-esqe CEO, and a dyke, but Warner was the bad guy. AJ just nodded and shot daggers into Hunter's eyes as his music cued right after Karen's did.
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