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 Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 5:58 pm
((Planned Promo)) As Nuke left the stage, the fans were still all confused. One happened to yell out, quite loudly, "Where is Selena"? The fans continued to bicker amongst themselves, until the titantron was donned with a picture of the LWL logo, and music began to accompany it. The song, "Remedy" by Seether. Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me
And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you
My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear
If you want me hold me back Suddenly, a bald headed man, not very big at all, and quite young, around his late 20s, stepped out from the back. He was in a suit, and he headed down the ramp, and went up the Steel Steps, and he entered the ring. He then opened his jacket, and a pulled a microphone out from a hidden pocket. "My name is Mitchell Hooke. I am a member of LWL Management, and when Selena Richards is not available, I am in charge of LWL. This is the perfect opportunity to finally introduce myself to the LWL Universe. The LWL World Heavyweight Champion, Nuke Fusion, just walked out on his main event match because we did not tell him we were going to add two other superstars, Mr.Jamie Bader, and another superstar who is making his return to LWL here tonight. Now, I understand the World Champion's frustration right now, but I need cooperation. I am under a lot of stress as the Executive President of Talent Relations. Did you know that today, I signed Matt Draven to a contract? Not only that, but I have been in contact with four other superstars to bring them in, and I also reconfigured the contract of the superstar re-debuting tonight in the fatal four way match that our World Champion just walked out on! See, I am the guy who hires people here in LWL. It has been my job ever since I was brought into the company when it first started to open its doors and allow all of you paying customers to come in and watch some of the best entertainers in the world!" Mitch got really into that last sentence, and the fans let out a pop for it! Mitch then cleared his throat, and adjusted his tie. "...And again, that is all due to my hardwork and dedication to this company. I remember when I first hired Nuke Fusion. I helped construct his contract, I gave him the opportunity to come out to the ring, and insult everyone while calling out our then LWL World Champion, Hiro." The fans let out another pop for Hiro. The former champion, who had a war with Rebz just about 20 minutes earlier. "Alright, calm down. Hiro is a great competitor, but even he fell to Nuke. In his debut match, Nuke Fusion captured the LWL World Title from a Missing in Action Hiro. That of course forced us to reconfigure his contract for the first time since he signed the original. With that, he got paid more, and had new benefits. However, I do remember telling you the first time I hired you....."Card is Subject to Change"......Now...Explain to me again why you decided to up and leave without competing? I really would like to know." Some fans let out an "Ohhhhhh". Some lady in the front row said "Nuke just got owned". Mitch then put a hand in his pocket, and awaited a response.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 7:54 am
For the second time in short succession, the lights flickered on and off around the arena, as a green spotlight illuminated the stage. From the back walked a man, a champion, a God. A stern look upon his face, he held a microphone in one hand and the LWL World Championship in his other.
Walking to the ramp, he looked left and right to the fans either side of him, then up at the ring. His mouth contorted, the cogs in his mind evidently turning, something building up inside of Fusion. Starting a slow walk down the ramp, fans from both sides reached out to touch The Prodigy; reaching the ring, he took the long route up the steel steps, on to the apron.
Stopping and taking a look at the man representing LWL management, he looked him up and down, and a malicious smirk grew upon the side of his face. Stepping in to the ring through the second and top rope, he immediately walked up in to the face of the smaller man, looking down at him. Raising the World Championship high in to the air, the crowd gave off an enormous cheer, as Nuke's eyes widened and he bared his teeth, grinning from ear to ear as if a man possessed.
Turning his head and stepping back, the crowd anticipated Nuke turning on the balding man and beating him in to the ground. But, taking a deep breath to regain his composure, Fusion turned and placed his World Championship on top of the ropes, turning again to face the man who had just called him out. He rose the microphone to his lips, the metaphorical venom easily visible on the lips of The Prodigy.
"I am your LWL World Champion, the man that runs this show, whether you like that fact or not. I am the Prodigy, the Magnum Opus, the Nuclear God. I guess that you may also call me your Dissident Champion of sorts, knowing that I just don't like to be around these parts any more.
Oh, do you want to know why I don't like to be around here any more? I mean, I just found another one, and he's standing in front of me. A runt of a man, balding at a young age, and with the muscular build of an anorexic cocaine addict who hasn't eaten in months. You're an admin boy, some one who should be in an office in the shack you call LWL headquarters, and I wouldn't hesitate in saying that you probably a**-lick more than an a**l pornstar."
The crowd cheered through the whole retort, and as Nuke's final words came to a close, the entirety of the crowd were on their feet and fully backing their Champion.
"To think that a man named Hooke thinks that he can just call me out, when instead he should be calling out young boys in green spandex calling themselves 'Peter Pan', not only down to the fact that you have a very unfortunate surname, but also just down to looking at you, there's an undeniable knowledge that you enjoy children in tight clothing."
The crowd were going wild, as The Nuclear God was back to his best, back to the rebellious days of The Prodigy. That same venom was now shot all over the place, but Fusion would not relent, as he continued to talk down to the man whom he had to call his 'boss'.
"Let's get down to business though, shall we? While my contract may state that 'card subject to change', it doesn't stop me from choosing if and when I even turn up for your house shows. The only obligation that I have is to defend my Championship when you decide to put me in a match for it, and even then there are limitations on the amount of times I can legally defend it within time periods.
So if you want to go all legal on me, I'll have you remember that I was the founder of one of the most legendary companies around today, WWE:E. While taking on the responsibilities of such a big venture, I had to learn the rule books cover to cover, three times over. If I decide not to turn up for a show, I don't get paid, simple as; with the investments that I have in companies such as WWE:E, EWA, and even other sports .. I'd say that my wealth will continue to last for a while yet, even if I do object to participating one week here.
Yes, you gave me an opportunity at the LWL Championship, and I took that chance with both hands. I mean, did you realise that I've been World Champion for five months, and in that time nobody has come even close to relinquishing my grasp upon the gold over there?"
Nuke pointed at the gold behind him, which he has been rarely seen holding for a long while, especially looking back at his promo segment a few shows ago.
"I'll admit that I was thinking about leaving this company, and concentrating on furthering myself in other ventures. But after hearing you come out here and attempt to berate me, I think I might just stick around and see just how much I can humiliate you in front of all of these people."
Nuke grinned again, as the crowd gave a massive pop to Fusion, now awaiting to see what the reaction of Mr. Hooke would be.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 9:11 am
Mitchell Hooke kept a scowl on his face. He looked up at Nuke, then around at the fans who cheered him. "How these fans....can just sit there and cheer the man who tried to walk out of his main event match....I dont know...Not my problem. You want to stay around in this company just to humiliate a man that is just out here delivering the facts to these fans...then fine. I will contest nothing that you said, as I am not a lawyer, but a business man. Now, are you going to come down to this ring, and fight in the main event here tonight?" The fans cheered for the end of the sentence, wanting to see Nuke wrestle.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 12:06 pm
Nuke looked out at the fans, then back at Hooke.
"So you're just going to play off the crowd's reaction in an attempt to sucker me back in to your main event tonight? You think I'm going to fall that easy? Unfortunately for yourself, I will not be competing tonight. I will, however, stick around and do a little bit of commentary as I now find my schedule cleared up some what .."
The crowd cheered, on the knowledge that their biggest superstar wasn't just about to walk out on them.
"But you need to remember one thing, Mitchell Hooker, you dirty little rent boy. I'm doing this to keep these fans happy, and not to please you or any other suit that you might try to shove down my throat in an attempt to get me to compete. Pay me for my work tonight or not, I don't really care; I'm taking the night off from competing."
Turning and taking his World Championship off from the top rope, he raised it in to the air as he gained another pop from the crowd. Walking past Mitchell Hooke, he stepped out on to the apron and jumped on towards the commentary table, where he took a seat next to the generic guys and their microphones.
Placing on a headset, he shot a sarcastic smile towards the 'Executive President of Talent Relations' and was all ready for the match to get away.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 12:13 pm
Mitchell looked at Nuke, then back down to the ground. He looked around at the crowd, and his scowl stayed on his face. He exited the ring, and took hold of a steel chair, setting it down himself, and sitting in it, awaiting the other contestants in the match.
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