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 Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 5:14 pm
Survival of the Sickest plays over the sound system as Jason Byers walks out from the back, with a cast over his hand. The fans boo as Byers walks down to the ring, accompanied by his two 'smokeshows'. The animosity is palpable as Byers smugly takes a mic in his good hand. "I don't think I need to tell you people what happened to me at the pay per view. Your hero, Draze, honorable and noble troll that he is, purposely tried to break my hand on Sunday. Congratulations. For the first time in your life, you've succeeded. The whole world knew you couldn't handle an opponent who was genetically superior, and so you resorted to troll tactics to take me out. What a champion, ladies and gentlemen. Give this man a round of applause." The fans cheer for 'The Dragon's Haze' being mentioned. Byers, looking disgusted, begins to speak again. "I was being sarcastic. Dicks. Anyway, now, thanks to this delusional fool, I'm not going to be able to wrestle until the next pay per view. Yes, I know, it's a tragedy you're not going to get to see me in action, at least not on free TV, but stay calm, Byers fans: just because I can't wrestle doesn't mean I won't even the score." The fans, who obviously believe that Byers deserved his injury, start chanting "shut the ******** up", in an effort to get the man out of the ring. It doesn't work. "I know you think you're smart, Draze. You think I'm going to interfere in your match, don't you? Give you the same Major League kick I gave Savannah a couple weeks ago? You have no idea how much I'd like to do that...but I won't. No, Draze, tonight I'm just going to sit back, crack open a beer and let Freakshow demolish you for me. See, that's the difference between you and me, Draze: I'm playing chess while everyone else is playing checkers. I'm so far ahead of you that I can stand here in this ring and tell you exactly what I'm planning and I'll still execute it perfectly. You know, it's a fine line....I have tiger blood, while you have panther piss." The camera cuts to a fan in the crowd holding up a "Byers Has Tiger Blood" sign. He's clearly in the minority, however, as the heat on Byers is getting louder. "So in spite of this little speech, I actually do have a favor to ask of you, Draze. Freakshow's going to beat the ever-loving piss out of you, make now mistake about it, but I need you to win. Yes, I said it. I want you to retain the television title. When I get my shot at you live on pay per view, I want to take that Television Championship from you myself. You may think you're tough as nails, Draze, but I'm battle tested bayonets. When that bell rings, you better be ready to bring it, because I plan on destroying you with my fists of fiery fury. I'm going to become Television champion, because I'm Jason Byers, and I'm WINNING, DUH!" Despite their dislike of him, a good number of fans in the arena chant along with Byers' catchphrase. He drops the mic in the centre of the ring and exits through the ropes the smokeshows are holding open for him.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 8:07 pm
The lights suddenly turned off around the arena, one by one, as the crowd started to make loud noises to accompany the accelerating darkness. Everything was quickly pitch black, before a single trumpet rang out around the arena .. This could have only come from one man.
The lights started to flicker back to life, but stayed flickering, soon changing to strobe lighting that made each and every waving arm in the arena seem to move in segments. A single green spotlight soon emerged on to the stage, as the familiar words of a prodigical superstar came out through the PA.
Something's tearing me down,
And I can't help but feel it's coming from you,
She's a gunshot bride with a trigger cries,
I just wonder what we've gotten ourselves in to ..
A figure emerged on stage, rising slowly from underneath the stage.
In a trail of fire I know we will be free again,
In the end we will be one,
In a trail of fire I burn before you bury me,
Set your sights for the sun!
Nuke Fusion lifted his head as the spotlight illuminated him, as he looked out towards the ring. Walking forward to the ramp, the green spotlight followed him, as he passed by the children reaching out to touch him. Making sure to keep as far away as he could, he actually stopped at one child and threatened him with a backhand for wearing another Superstar's shirt.
The crowd jeered heavily, as he carried on, sliding in to the ring and getting to his feet. It seemed like a more rushed entrance than usual, but perhaps he was down here for a reason then.
The lights slowly came back to life, but the green spotlight still illuminated the ring, casting it in a bright green light. Nuke looked over at Byers, and a smirk grew over his face. He called over for a microphone, and was quickly given one by an EEW stage hand.
"Byers. Jason Byers .. My old friend."
The crowd jeered loudly, heat being put forward to both Superstars.
"I see that you've been busy in EEW, and yet haven't taken the time to come and see me. Shame on you, shame on you. But I guess I can see past that all, as you really have been busy and all.
What I don't understand is that you deny me, but you come out here and preach to these inbred ******** assholes."
The crowd gave off a huge jeer, and some stage hands shook their heads in judgement.
"You know what? I don't care what you guys think. I was there at the last Pay-Per-View when you couldn't choose who you wanted to win the World Title. I could see just how fickle you people were, to cut loose any one who didn't 'make the grade', and to only cheer the people that did things for you. But that's just the American way now, isn't it?
You can all be patriotic when it comes to winning, but each and every one of you become ignorant when it comes to being on the losing side. Let's take 9/11 now, shall we?"
The crowd were now thoroughly disgruntled, shouting abuse up at Nuke in the ring, who was more than happy to take it.
"So, let's evaluate; America is running out of oil, so they plan a way to get more. In comes Bush and his great plan to foil Bin Laden, by flying several US-operated planes in to the World Trade Center. You go to war, illegally I might add, and then ******** over Afghanistan and Iraq by killing thousands upon thousands of innocent civilians. How do you feel about that, you pathetic and insolent swine?"
Some of the more 'patriotic' members of the audience were actually trying to jump over the barrier, being stopped by a swarm of security for their ******** you, sit down and get back to drinking your beer and eating your pig snacks. You don't deserve any more than to die a slow and painful death, and you're going the right way to that end.
Now, to what I was saying .. If I point out that thousands of innocent civilians have died since your illegal invasion in the Middle East, I bet you that right now I will be monitored and the US government will attempt to censor me. ******** your government, ******** your city, ******** all of you inbred sons of bitches."
One fan managed to escape and jump the barrier. He dodged a security guard on the way over and slid in to the ring, only to be met with a hard kick to the head from Nuke's boot.
"I said sit the ******** down, why didn't you listen to me, you stupid b*****d? Go back to that cesspool you came from with the rest of the inbred colony, you trailer trash piece of s**t."
From all of the crowd interaction, it had seemed as if Nuke had forgotten Byers in the ring.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 7:17 pm
"Nuke, buddy, I've been meaning to come talk to you, but you know how it is. Between my whole rebranding process, kicking my ex-girlfriend in the skull and dealing with our p***y Television champion, there just aren't enough hours in the day." Byers smirks and the fans can barely contain their animosity toward the pair of Superstars in the ring. "Yes, it's true that America sucks, it's just science bro. I even got my Canadian citizenship a couple weeks ago so I don't have to live in a country populated by trailer trash who thinks 'irregardless' is a word. But there is one particular remark you made in there that even these rubes should be able to grasp: something to the effect of, if you're not winning then you don't matter. If that's the case, then does anyone in wrestling - yes, I said wrestling, not sports entertainment - matter more than Nuke Fusion and Jason Byers?" Byers actually chuckles a bit at the sheer amount of heat the two men are generating. The fans actually begin a 'USA' chant, much to Byers' amusement. After all, the company was billing him as residing in Florida. "So, let's recap, trolls: we matter, you don't. In fact, you're just lucky to see both of us in the ring at once. Now Nuke, as a winner myself, I know that people like us don't just come out to the ring for shits and giggles. In fact, I'd say this is bigger news than that whole 'Rapture' thing that was supposed to happen a couple days ago. How'd that turn out, by the way? In any case, I don't think the world can wait any longer to find out what it is you have to say.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 3:00 pm
Nuke was still leering over at the most disgruntled group of Superstars as Byers began his speech. Turning to face him, and pacing as he listened to his response, he then looked out again at the crowd.
"Well, I have this little proposition for you, buddy. Let's think back, way back, to the good old days."
Turning and pointing up at the titantron, it came to life, showing a mirage of different moments from when Nuke was teaming up with the - then Seraph - man in front of him. This went on for a minute or two, destruction laying in their wake, as two words came up on screen at the end; although they were seemingly censored out by a large radioactive sign covering them.
"These are times for the greats to shine through, and to show their talent and why they're better than everyone around them.
These are times for reunions, for those once banded together to come forth once more - in the face of adversity - and dominate.
These are the times that, in the darkness, we will shine through. Although, in a city like this, the darkness could in fact just be the foul odor forming in to a dense cloud of rancidness."
Jeers emanated from the crowd again.
"I say we come back, and go straight back to the top."
Pointing up at the titantron, the radioactive sign faded away, to reveal those two words.
TapOut Mafia.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 6:29 pm
The fans have a mixed reaction to the name displayed on the titantron. Some fans cheer, remembering the high quality of the TapOut Mafia's matches and promos from four years ago, others hate the idea of the two biggest egos in EEW joining together. Byers looks as though he is contemplating the idea for a moment before he begins to speak again. "TapOut Mafia...I never thought I'd hear that name again. I guess it just further proves that anything can happen in professional wrestling - that is, except beating me without breaking my hand. I'm looking at you, Draze. But I digress. Four years ago we ran Extreme Entertainment Wrestling. Like any good mafia, we were pulling the strings in everything that went on on this show. And if it hadn't been for my former girlfriend and her pathetic drug problem pulling me away from this ring, we'd still be in complete control right now." This generates Byers' biggest heat of the night. Taking a shot at a colleague with a drug problem, as it happens, is a great way to get over as a heel. "The most obvious common thread between Nuke and myself is that we're both winners. We both write the history books. Any time you see one of us in this ring it alters the course of professional wrestling forever. You ******** hicks should count yourselves very lucky to be here tonight, because you're witnessing the single most important event ever to occur in EEW. TapOut Mafia, effective tonight, is back!"
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