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 Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2013 10:54 am
WWFG Superstars were lined around the ring, the champions and contenders were on the apron They were all called to the start of the show awaiting the General Manager 'The Hand That Feeds' by Nine Inch Nails began to play You're keeping in step
In the line
Got your chin held high and you feel just fine
Because you do
What you're told
The crowd roared with a mixture of cheers and boos, some hated Chrono, some enjoyed him. Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?
Stepping out of the stage the New General Manager made his way down to the ring, a smirk on his face. Not even pandering to the crowd He walked down the ramp, as Superstars cleared a path for him as he entered the ring.  Some of the wrestlers had angered expressions, others had clueless, some had a sense of approval. " Wrestlemania, it certainly was interesting wasn't it? I promised change... I delivered it.
We have new tag champions, A new Intercontinental Champion, new contenders, new talent stepping up, a new Mr. Money in the Bank..
We had veteran talent such as Nuke Fusion, Matt Shanahan and Jarel show the newcomers just how it's done.
We had Dion Necurat retain the WWFG Undisputed Championship, we have a new number one contender in Lauri Henry..
Yes, it certainly does seem the Vets stole the show..
What do these vets have in common that most lack? One could argue that it's ruthless aggression...
I disagree.. It's common sense" With that last line, Chrono turned his head and faced one of the participants in the WWFG Undisputed Championship main event, that wasn't the champion. " Common sense... And knowing what's right for business, because that's what this is at the end of the day.
An entertainment business, where these people in the arena.. The people watching at home....
Pay to be entertained, they don't want garbage, they don't want to pay to watch people they can't believe in.
They want a clear definition of who's good, who's bad. NOT some arrogant c**t who 'thinks' he's good.
Take for example our WWFG Undisputed Champion, Dion Necurat... " Chrono turned his head to face the champion. ' People know he's good, people know he's just, noble.. All of that crap. It doesn't matter. They believe in him.
His causes, his struggles, everything.
Then you have Boxer Anarchy.." Tilting his head, his gaze met Boxer, he paused and shook his head. " This man, is painted head to toe in red paint, bright green hair, has a tail. He looks like a demon, a devil at least he wants us to think..
Me personally I think he looks like a tomato... " The crowd broke out into a TO MA TO TO MA TO chant " But it doesn't matter, because at the end of the day. He does bad things because he is a bad person,
he's not going to sugar coat it, he's not going act like an a*****e to every single person and then pander to the crowd for forgiveness.
He doesn't care about your opinion. Make no mistake about it, he is a bad guy and people know it.
And that is what the people want. A good sense of who's who.. Not some in-between 'Oh I'm sometimes good, sometimes bad' nonsense." Chrono turned his head to the new Intercontinental Champion, Jimmy Monera.He looked him over a few times, and had a look of confusion on his face. " Congrats.. I say congrats because you're the new intercontinental champion.. There's just one problem.
I don't know who you are, and that presents a problem. My advice to you?
When this is over, find an interviewer in the back.. Tell your story, who you are. Let the world know just who you are.
You'll be better off for it, but before you do.. Know this. Next Supershow?
That newly won Intercontinental Championship of yours? Will be on the line against your number one contender in the main event.." Turning his head to Jamie Rock. " That's you isn't it? I noticed you also asked for promo time.. Well done... Good luck next week.." Scanning the array of Superstars, staring down specific ones. " Some of you... Have a problem with your schedules.. You see you like to sign up for a match to highlight your abilities...
Then don't bother showing up, however you're always the first to ask for title shots, opportunities and more money...
Yeah, that might have flown with the old GMs, but me? Not so much.
You request a match, and you don't show up for it and you have no excuse..
You're being dropped, suspended. Do it twice? You're fired. Simple as that.
There are enough ways to contact me and say 'This is why I can't make it to the match, or this is why I didn't show up.
If you feel you cannot make it to the arena, to have a match. Don't bother signing up for one.
These people pay good money to see you compete, they are the reasons why YOU are here.
They pay to be entertained, if you don't show up? Why bother continuing to work here?
The only one you're really hurting is yourself, not them. Because you can be replaced in a heartbeat.
I would know, I've taken advantage of situations where people have no-showed and won championships" Chrono paused, surveyed the crowd the stars surrounding the ring, the champions in the ring. " Now I open the floor to you, the Champions of WWFG to say your two cents.."
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Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2013 4:12 pm
Just as the GM of the WWF:G had finished speaking, the sound of an upbeat guitar riff would overtake the speakers, the titantron coming to live above the set with scenes of Salem Croft in action during his various exploits in the company. The bouncing melody was met with almost immediate negativity, the crowd booing loudly as a hobbled Charismatic Calamity stepped out from behind the curtain, dressed in street clothes.
"Get that camera out of my FACE!" he roared at one of the ringside personnel as they tried to get a close-up on Salem. Shoving the lens back with the hand he held his microphone with, the infuriated athlete shielded his face with the Money In The Bank briefcase using his spare hand. "And cut that damn music off! The video, the stage lighting, all of it! I'm tired of my image being used for the benefit of you people!"
Salem began pacing with agitation from one side of the stage to the other, using the case to hide his face from the arena while he spoke over the growing boos that were festering in the air. Rather than the bronze build of his bare chest, a simple black tee depicting Salem's infamous change jar was emblazoned on his shirt, some ruffed-up jeans of a matching color completing the ensemble. Though the audience couldn't see it, Salem's abdomen was wrapped up from his navel to his pectorals, following the vicious beating he'd suffered after his recent MITB match. Still, the rookie appeared quite lively as he grimaced, looking around the arena with a microphone in one hand and his treasured briefcase in the other.
"...the only reason I'm even out here right now, is because I'm tired of my movement being made a mockery of by the hands of you." he added, gesturing with the microphone towards Chrono, lowering the case slowly to reveal a manic expression across his features. His eyes were wide, but the crow's feet to the sides of his lashes told a late-night story of possible drinking or violence. His lips were twisted, knotted into a gnarled scowl, a disgusted look on the lad's face while he gradually lowered the case down to his side, bringing the microphone back up to continue speaking.
"See...since this is open to the champions...and since the only person who's bona fide championship material in this arena is me, tonight...I think I'll share my two cents if that's okay." Salem chided, putting emphasis on his reference to the final words in Chrono's speech. But without waiting for permission, Salem simply continued, talking once more over the crowd that jeered at him for his unannounced presence.
”See…when I first heard that you were going to be our new GM, I was like many others – surprised. After all, you’re Chrono – the “God of Time”, the champion of champions, the man who’s lived and seen it all…what would possess you to start running the WWF:G, of all places? There’s so many other companies, many of which you have hands in…so what brought you here? But then, I thought about it…and I realized, just as the sign changed on the door from “Reboot” to “Era of Change”. I understood what finally happened…”
“…In your old age, you’ve developed Alzheimer’s.” Salem said, drawing a ton of heat from the crowd, coupled with a bit of cheers from those who considered themselves of the ‘smark’ variety. But once again, Salem started pacing back and forth against the platform, his edginess leaking through to his actions, some more.
”Because after all, ‘time’ is one of the only true constants of this world…and being the embodiment of it, surely you’ve been beaten up and bruised enough in your years that some memory loss has to have seeped in, some confusion as to what your purpose is taking hold of your clarity. Because just like time, there’s another constant…and that constant is change…but that domain belongs to me, old man.” he continued, glaring down towards the ring with a pause in his step.
"See, Chrono, I've been beating this drum before you ever became the conductor of this marching band...and I’m tired of the same old song-and-dance that you people like to parade around to. You all talk about change, and yet you boo the one person who stands apart from all you cookie-cutter cretins that you call 'contenders', never bothering to leave the sanctuary of your temples in search of real enlightenment.”
Hesitating to look down at his briefcase, Salem held it up for the world to see, his claim to future glory in the palm of his very hand.
”Because that’s what I am, Chrono…Boxer…Cyrus…Dion…Brody..Ryan. I’m enlightened. Each of you, in your own subtle ways…have shown me just what it means to not be a champion. A leader. You, Boxer…you stand there, angry and frustrated at how I beat you in MITB. But honestly – where would you have been, if not for your flunkies now known as the defunct ‘Chaos Unleashed’? You couldn’t even beat me in the qualifiers…now that I’m Mr. Money In The Bank, what makes you think I owe you anything? And Cyrus – for years, you talk about ‘The Dream’. But every year, you remind your faithful that your quest for gold is just that…a dream. A fallacy. A sham. You had one breakout year, and that was it…now, you live in the shadow of your former self, while I’ve stepped out from your darkness and onto the precipice of what you most desire…the Undisputed Championship.”
Turning to gaze at Dion, Salem smirked, as though he were amused at what he saw while staring at the current-reigning world title holder.
”…And on that note…Dion, you can call yourself the champion all you like. But you and I both know…your days are numbered. You showed me at Wrestlemania that your honor is your weakness…your compassion, your mercy. Those things don’t belong in a wrestling ring, where bodies are broken and careers are destroyed. If you aren’t willing to sacrifice everything…you’ll never obtain anything worth measure. And I’m willing to sacrifice anyone, anything to become the next world champion…a path that ‘Ryan the Lion’ seems to walk, as well. Congratulations, Ryan – at Money In The Bank, you showed the first sign of character that the F:G Universe has ever seen out of you…that is, you actually showed us that you have a character. Unlike people such as Brody, who seem content in just wasting away, doing as he’s told, willing to accept defeat and embarrassment for the sake of…what? I really hope they pay you well around here, Robinson…maybe you threw my two cents away because you get paid enough for sucking…”
Holding his microphone hand up, Salem stopped himself from finishing whatever he was about to say, taking a moment to catch his breath and compose himself as the crowd stewed in their animosity for the Next-Generation Sensation.
”You know what, on second thought…I’m sorry, Brody – I mean, they can’t be paying you very much…after all, they have to float the payroll of Wrestling’s Beloved Grandfather…” he said, turning his eyes slowly back to Chrono. ”But you forget…I’m ‘Wrestling’s Favorite Son’. I’m the M.W. Deuce. I’m the Next-Generation Sensation, I’ve cashed in these petty coins of change for MONEY IN THE BANK, and I WILL NOT BE IGNORED ANY LONGER!” Salem screamed, his face red with fury as he was hunched over by the end of his sentence, whether from the force of his scream or the strain it put on his aching muscles. Taking a second to catch his breath, Mr. MITB appeared visibly tired – a thin layer of sweat coating his brow as he slowly started backing up towards the curtain, a sadistic grin on his lips.
”…And soon enough…you people will know what true change is…when the two words that haunt you the most go from this contract, to that belt…Salem…Croft.”
With that, Salem backed away through the tarp, vanishing from sight.
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Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2013 4:36 pm
Rolling his eyes, Chrono merely looked at everyone in the ring, then the audience, the crowd.
"Who the hell was that guy? Is he one of those fast talking lawyers that talks a lot of crap?"
He paused, coming to a realization.
"Aaaah He's Money in the Bank.. He was carrying a briefcase... and saying a lot of catchprases that everyone else does..
With all the talk of two cents, and the briefcase.. Gotta be a banker..
You know the same amount of crap all the other previous winners of the money in the bank say before they cash in...
And lose..
They mine as well refer to him as 'Mr. Loser in Waiting' Oh, hey! Think that's what I'm going to stick to him.
Now then anyone relevant that IS a champion have any words to say?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2013 5:18 pm
Dion stepped up, microphone in hand. He had chuckled quite a bit throughout Salem's rant.
"I just have one thing to say to our new Mr. Money in the Bank. That's a pretty suitcase you've got there. I'd like to double my win record against MITB winners," he said to cheers.
"But lets be serious for a moment. Salem is right, after all; my days are indeed numbered...but not to herald the end of my reign. Rather, they only go up. You see, I've been counting the days of my reign, and I have held onto this title for nearly a year now," he said, looking towards the belt. "I have never had to change a thing when it came to defending this belt. WrestleMania was no different."
Dion stood next to Chrono. "This man struck true to the iron. He knows me well; he knows I uphold honor in the ring above the desire to win. After the pointless attack at WrestleMania, I made sure Talon really wanted to continue. And not once did I intentionally exploit his weakness. He fought true, through pain and agony...and while he did not win the belt, he won something far greater...my respect." The crowd cheered and applauded for the two men that finished the main event. Dion rose his belt again, this time towards Talon. "Talon, you fought true and fought like a warrior. The next time we meet, lets be at 100%...and lets make it a more memorable match than at WrestleMania."
He then turned to his new opponent. "Now, Lauri...I do owe credit where credit is due. Without your help, I would have never won this belt to begin with. Despite what others may think, I do know you did not intend to hand me the belt. I have actually been anticipating competing with you, if only to silence the skeptics. I do respect you as a competitor, as anyone here should," More cheers as Dion faced Lauri fully. "Make no mistake, however; I can be equally as tenacious as you, Lone Wolf. I will give you a fight you won't soon forget...and I, for one, am looking forward to it."
Dion had one more person in mind to talk to. "Finally...you, Hiro. We know what you did, scheming your way to the top only to send a message...a message to 'burn the place down'. You have your grievances...as do I. However...you crossed a man that does not forgive easy. You may try to burn these lands to the ground...but I will stand on the front line, ensuring you do not succeed. This I vow." With that, Dion dropped the mic, and took his place back with the champions.
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Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 5:06 pm
Suddenly a voice rang over the PA. "Hold on... I got something to say." Half of the crowd roared, knowing who's voice it was, while the other half needed a face to go with the voice. Soon enough movement from the cluster of wrestlers surrounding the ring revealed who it was. The rest of the crowd letting out a pop as Talon climbed up onto the steel steps, making his way onto the apron with a mic in hand. As he stepped into the ring he continued to talk. "Now Chrono, I know you were looking for Champions to say something, and due to the lack of gold hanging around my waist it's obvious I'm not a Champion. However I do believe what I got to say fills half your quota cause this is relevant. I can assure you.." Stepping towards the middle of the ring, a few paces away from Chrono gesturing to his new boss. "So let's begin... WrestleMania. A night of change indeed.. Contrary to what Mr. Croft had mentioned to earlier, the very foundation of the F:G has indeed shifted.. However! Not in the context of 'NEW' Management. Or 'NEW' talent climbing the ranks. Or even 'NEW' found hatred for a guy who's whole existence seems to be getting people to hate him." Talon put a lot of emphasis on the word new, as he also threw up quotation gestures as he spoke it. "No... Now I'm not gonna come out here tell everybody what happened at WrestleMania, cause let's face everyone saw WrestleMania. No... What I am out here for is tell everyone what happened after WrestleMania... You see after the match, I was beaten... I was down... I felt damn near broken.. Hell if I wasn't half the man I was I probably would of quit right there. In a way I guess you can say I almost lost my smile." Talon paused as he got a small pop from the HBK reference. "However I took a moment to myself to reflect.. You see I've been reading those tweets, listening to those panels, and realized.. Something has changed. Over the years I've grown too humble, too laid back, and too nice. For too long I've gone with the flow of things, and I won't lie it paid off. somewhat. I was able to get a MITB contract out of it, and a appearance in the Main Event at WrestleMania. That's nice and all but nice don't seem to win the big ones. So-" Talon paused and pointed to Chrono. "Pay attention boss cause this is the relevant part.." Talon then stopped and turned his attention back to the crowd and the rest of the superstars. "No longer am I coming out to this ring to put on a show.. There will be no more flashy and unnecessary moves, though effect, are mostly used to dazzle the crowd. There will be no more fireworks in my entrance, you people don't come to see fireworks. I'm getting down to brass tacks like I did in Speed. From now on I'm only coming to this ring to wrestle. I'm only coming to the ring to WIN. Chrono you say I'm not as good as I used to be. Well you want to old me? You got it. Dion you want me at 100%? You'll get it. The WWF:G Universe you want change? You want entertainment? You want something to believe in..? Then I'll give it to you." Before he finished, Talon backed up to the ropes, closest the ramp, turning to turn his attention to both Chrono and Dion. "Boss... Champ... Change has indeed arrived.." With that Talon flicked his wrist tossing the mic a couple feet away letting it drop against the canvas. Talon walked backwards through the superstars up the ramp, the whole time staring down those in the ring and on the apron. He would then through is fists out to his sides, as the crowd roared in enthusiasm, what could Talon tirade will mean? How much of a difference could Old Talon be to New Talon?
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