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Post by "The Boss" Dennis Slater on Jul 5, 2020 11:13:08 GMT -5
Winner receives a match against "Blazed Up" Dank Sinatra at the following edition of EWF Evolution to crown the first ever EWF Television Champion. If the TV Champ can successfully retain five times they are able to have a title v. title match against the EWF World Champion. This match will be capped at 10...if anyone joins after this match has 10 they will have to wait for the next show OR be booked against another new member that joins after.
PARTICIPANTS: No particular order 1. "The Shining Star" Anthony Royal (0-0) 2. "Blindman" Bruce Cross (1-2) 3. Candlejack (0-0) 4. "The Ghetto Superstar" Charles Prince (0-1) 5. "Classy" Christopher Charles (1-1) 6. "Hoodstar" DeShaun Jenkins (1-2) 7. "The Greatest Person to Ever Live" Enforcer (0-0) 8. Jason "Blackheart" Thunder (0-0) 9. The Master (0-1) 10. "The Six Shooter" Tobias Blume (0-0)
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classy
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Post by classy on Jul 5, 2020 19:20:31 GMT -5
Tony Martini - Wrestling fans, I’m “Tough” Tony Martini and boy do I have a surprise guest for you tonight on the EWF Evolution after show, “Classy” Christopher Charles has joined us!
Christopher Charles walks into view of the camera with dark black sunglasses covering most of his face, he acknowledges Tony Martini but doesn’t say a word as he steps in front of the large EWF logo and stares to the camera.
Tony Martini - Now, Christopher, the wrestling world would like to…
Christopher Charles grabs the microphone from Tony Martini’s hand.
Christopher Charles - Really? You think anyone in the entire world, let alone the wrestling world, wants to hear your old voice? See that wrinkly face? Witness the shimmer of that bald head? Get out of here!
Christopher Charles motions off camera as Tony Martini walks away in bewilderment.
Christopher Charles - I’ll tell everyone what the wrestling world would like to know…no, better yet, I will tell the wrestling world what it needs to know. The wrestling world needs to know that on the fourth day of the month of July in the year of 2020 the wrestling industry witnessed what will forever become known as the Jersey City Screwjob! That’s right boys and girls, the EWF employed an incompetent human being as a referee and that incompetent, out of shape, sorry excuse for a living organism is the very reason right now that “Classy” Christopher Charles is no longer an option to win the Emperor’s Cup and the EWF World Championship! What was witnessed on this date was the ultimate travesty in the history of this sport! You think Vinny Mac exposing himself while Bret Hart sat in a Shawn Michaels induced Sharpshooter and Earl Hebner calling for the bell will live in infamy? It’s already forgotten! You think December 7th, 1941 will live in infamy? Let me tell you something, Franklin Roosevelt got that all wrong in his Pearl Harbor speech! The true date that will live in infamy is July 4th, 2020! The entire nation will remember this and instead of fireworks on the 4th of July next year we are going to see everyone mourning what could have been the greatest moment the wrestling world would have ever witnessed.
Christopher Charles snaps off his black sunglasses, exposing his eyes to the camera.
Christopher Charles - Now, I had Lou Natic beat dead to rights for well over a three count, shoulders down on the mat I could have went to Starbucks ordered a Mocha Latte, driven back, parked the car and waltzed to the ring and Lou Natic would have still been knocked out. To the EWF management I demand an appeal and an automatic opportunity to face the EWF World Champion because we all know the true champion…the man who was destined to win that tournament…just got screwed out of his destiny! The possibility of the EWF becoming the single classiest promotion in sports entertainment flushed itself right down the toilet because of some klutzy officiating!
Christopher Charles sighs deeply and continues on his tirade.
Christopher Charles - How am I rewarded? What does the not so classy Boss think is equivalent to the opportunity I just lost? An opportunity to fight for the Television Championship? A title I not only have to win but defend at every single Evolution! Then after 5 of them I can get what is rightfully mine…the EWF World Championship! Dennis Slater just caught me from his chair in the gorilla position to let me know what the Classiest Player in the Game has to do at Emperor’s Cup! I have to go in the ring with not one but five other pieces of garbage. “Classy” Christopher Charles has to lace up the nicest pair of boots in the industry and scuff them up again. I’m giving fair warning to every single opponent in that match…the best pure athlete that God’s green Earth has ever seen is staring this camera in the eyes and this is the man that you have to deal with! Dennis Slater, in his infinite wisdom, has decided to make this a gauntlet match. Great, one of you poor bastards will have to draw number one and make it the entire way through! That’s not going to happen to me, I’m already in contact with the best contract attorneys in the Beverly Hills area to figure out how we can get this travesty against Lou Natic reversed. I guess in the interim, while all of that is caught up in legal proceedings, I’ll just have to bring some class to the Television Championship. I guess this is really, quite possibly, the greatest thing that could have ever happened for Evolution. Just think about it, after I beat these classless individuals its time to move on and slap some sense into Cheech and Chong’s old roommate and rename the Television Championship the Classy Championship. The ratings are going to spike I tell ya, go straight through the roof, when everyone knows that week in and week out they can see “Classy” Christopher Charles hit the ring and take care of business like only a classy gentleman can. To my opponents, too many of you to mention individually as I’m quite the busy man you see I’ve got to catch my stretch limo to catch my private jet back to Cali, you Stay Classy!
Christopher Charles drops the microphone on the ground and walks off as “Tough” Tony Martini walks back into sight of the camera and picks up the microphone.
Tony Martini - I’m sorry about that ladies and gentlemen, let me get our next guest in here…
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Royal
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Post by Royal on Jul 7, 2020 12:30:43 GMT -5
The scene opens on the deck of a massive yacht. Despite its massive size, the deck is quite empty, aside from a lone pool chair. On the chair sits a shirtless man, bathing in the sun. As the camera approaches, the man sits up. He pushes his hair back and removes his sunglasses, revealing cold, blue eyes. He flashes a huge, million dollar smile and begins so speak.
Royal: Hello, my name is Anthony Royal.
Once again, he flashes his huge smile.
Royal: And if you're unfamilar with the name, don't fret, I assure you soon, you will know exactly who I am and what I'm all about. For now, just know that I am the newest, and, dare I say, biggest, accusation in the short history of Empire Wrestling Federation. Now the question is, why am I here. Well, the answer is quite simple see...
Suddenly, Royal is interrupted by the arrival of a timid looking man with salt and pepper hair and a tuxedo, carrying a tray with a glass on it. Clearly he is a servant of some sort. Royal looks irate as the man comes into frame.
Man: P-pardon my interruption Mr. Royal sir...
Royal: Pardoned you are not, Cordell! What could possibly be so important that you would interrupt me introducing myself to my new friends?
The man, now known to be Cordell, gulps and stammers.
Cordell: It's just, I have the drink you requested, sir.
Royal's facial expression lightens and he smiles.
Royal: Oh my goodness Cordell, well why didn't you jusy say that? Give it here.
Cordell hands Royal the drink. Royal takes a swig and promptly spits in on the floor of the deck. He then throws the glass at the feet of Cordell, shattering it as Cordell recoils.
Royal: Make it again! And clean this up!
Cordell produces a small broom and dust pan (where from is a mystery, but it seems as if this type of thing happens often and he simply came prepared). He kneels down and brushes the glass pieces into the pan. He then stands and clears his throat.
Cordell: Err, Mr. Royal, could I ask what was wrong with the drink.
Royal flashes Cordell an irate look and explodes.
Royal: Who are you to ask anything of me!?
Royal points to himself.
Royal: Jump!
He then points at Cordell.
Royal: How high? Understood?
Cordell nods.
Cordell: Understood sir. It's just, I want to know what I did wrong to avoid doing it again.
Again, Royal's expression lightens.
Royal: Oh, Cordell! I suppose that is personally reasonable. Pardon my temper, you know how I get sometimes. To be honest, there was absolutley nothing wrong with the first drink. It was actually quite good. I just don't want you to ever get too comfortable. Gotta keep you on your feet, ya know?
Royal lets out an obnoxious laugh.
Royal: Now chop, chop, make with the drink.
Royal waves his hands at Cordell, gesturing for him to go away. Cordell begins to walk away.
Royal: Oh, and Cordell, please don't interrupt again. Use your head.
Cordell nods his heads and disappears out of the camera's view to do as he was told. Royal shakes his head in disgust.
Royal: I apologize for his interruption. Cordell is an imbecile, but I keep him employed out of the simple goodness of my heart. Now, where was I before all that nonsense?
Royal rubs his chin as he regains his thoughts.
Royal: Ah yes, the question of why I am here in the EWF. I mean, look around you, clearly I don't NEED the EWF, I'm doing quite well for myself. The answer is quite simple. I'm here to take over.
Royal smirks into the camera.
Royal: You see, I've kept an eye on the EWF here in its early stages, and I have to say, it's quite impressive. I look at this place and I see loads of potential. It's well run. It's got talented workers. It's just missing one little piece. One mega star to lead it to the glory land. One great leader! It's simply missing Anthony Royal.
Royal flashes an arrogant grin.
Royal: Now, unfortunately, in this instance my usual "fashionably late" approach may have backfired, because it seems I've missed out on your little World Champion tournament. But that's fine, because I've been officially booked in the Television Championship Contender's Gauntlet at Emperor's Cup. And as far as I'm concerned, that's the next best thing.
Royal: Now don't get me wrong, I'm a main event player and nothing but. The idea of winning a Television Title doesn't neccessarily excite me. But what is exciting is the fact that after five successful title defenses, I can cash in the Television Championship for a World Title shot. So you see, my path to the top of the mountain is quite clear. Win the gauntlet at Emperor's Cup, go on to beat Dank Sinatra to win the Television Championship, turn away 5 unfortunate souls who think they can take the title from me, and then, boom, Anthony Royal is the World Heavyweight Champion.
Royal smiles at the thought of being champion.
Royal: Now now, I know I'm getting a little ahead of myself. The first step is winning the gauntlent, which will be no easy task. Right now that means outlasting 8 other indviduals who have the same goal as me, with the potential for more bodies to be added. But the fact is, whether it's 8 other guys, 18 other guys, 80 other guys, it really doesn't matter, because I'm the best in the world at this. And I know you've all heard that before. And I know it sounds like just more loudmouth, hyperbolic BS, but I don't care if you believe it, because once I arrive, you'll have no choice but to believe.
Royal glares into the camera.
Royal: Now, as far as the others in this match go, Bruce Cross, Candlejack, Charles Prince, Christopher Charles, Deshaun Jenkins, Jason Thunder, The Master, and anyone else who may get tossed into the mix in the interim, I'm not familar with any of them and thus of course have no ill-will towards them. But the simple fact is, they are all standing in my way. And you don't know me, so of course you have no way of knowing this, but rest assured it is a concept that you will become quite familar with, and that is that those who have the...
Royal pauses and appears to be in thought.
Royal: The nerve? The courage? The audacity? Call it what you will. But those who stand before me will suffer a fall sooner or later. And for those who share the ring with me in this gauntlet, the answer is sooner, the answer is Emperor's Cup.
Royal gives the camera an intense glare.
Royal: Emperor's Cup is the first step in my rise to the top. From there, Mr. Blazed Up will fall at my feet, and before you know it, I'll be the measuring stick for all of EWF.
With that, Royal smirks, puts his sunglasses back on and lays down in his chair.
Royal: But for now, I have some relaxing to do, so if you could please see your way off my boat, that would be appreciated.
Royal waves the camera away. The camera turns and heads the other way. We hear Royal yelling off camera...
Royal: Cordell! My drink!
As the scene fades to black.
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Post by Lucifer's Legion on Jul 10, 2020 8:14:39 GMT -5
The Master sits on a throne of bones in a dimly lit room. At either side of his throne of bones stands The Monster and The Creature in their eery silence. The Master sits with his black sunglasses on even though the room is clearly dark.
The time for Lucifer’s Legion to show itself without that Evil Pastor has come and gone. The in-ring debut of The Master has also come and gone, and to those with a blind trust in the forces of good don’t see the slightest difference! Without The Evil Pastor to confuse my Monster and my Creature, Animabus Damnatis was able to stand toe to toe with American Muscle and take them to the brink. The Animabus Damnatis of week’s prior could barely have a match with two tiny Mexicans let alone two of the strongest in this company. At Emperor’s Cup my Monster and my Creature will walk to the ring and participate with four other teams to crown our first Tag Team Champions. In a match where weapons are legal to cause pain to your opponents I’m pretty sure the entire cosmos is aware that this gives a strong advantage to Animabus Damnatis. The Monster and The Creature, they do not feel pain…the do not feel remorse, the only feel what The Master tells them to feel and what I will tell them to feel at Emperor’s Cup is an undying hunger for EWF championship gold.
On the topic of championship gold, my own quest for the top prize of the EWF slipped through my hands. John Cavanagh ended that promptly but just like Animabus Damnatis I took the so called Legend of the EWF to the limit and was almost able to eliminate him from the Emperor’s Cup before the pay-per-view even came to us. I must say, almost beating someone as talented and evil as Cavanagh may be the highlight of my EWF career for now but that will all change at Emperor’s Cup. At Emperor’s Cup the EWF has decided to take ten of the men on this roster, The Master included, and toss us all in a gauntlet match with the winner set to face Dank Sinatra to crown the first Television Champion at the next Evolution event. The quest for championship gold may not be the most important in the grand scheme of the cosmos but it must be known that it is a quest all the same. It is a quest that must be completed to show the goody goodys that the powers of evil will overpower the powers of good one day. The civil unrest of multiple countries, the worldwide spread of a disease, these are all the great works of the dark! To my nine opponents, we ill not all meet in the ring at once. It seems as if Lucifer decides it is my fate to enter at number one then I must defeat nine different men on the EWF roster, some who have already debuted and fell well shy of expectations and some who have yet to show their faces to the EWF universe.
A loud female scream is heard as The Monster and The Creature move their heads around for the first time looking for where the scream came from.
Oh yes, she is coming…the EWF will never be the same when all of Lucifer’s Legion is finally able to be united.
The Master begins to laugh and spits his red mist to the camera lens and the scene cuts.
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Post by "Hoodstar" DeShaun Jenkins on Jul 12, 2020 13:19:24 GMT -5
DeShaun Jenkins is seen walking through the blocks of the East New York neighborhood in Brooklyn. While some of the houses have tiny well maintained gardens others seem run down and forgotten. Hoodstar walks through the block when he comes to a woman walking her pet chihuahua.
Woman - Hey boo! How you been?
Hoodstar - I been better Shawna.
Shawna - I know I saw that match you had at Evolution, watch it every week with little Jerome and Ny'Asia, they were so upset when you didn't qualify!
Hoodstar - Yeah Shawna, I bet, you preaching to the choir homegirl. The Hoodstar ain't satisfied with his most recent performance. Don't get me wrong I gave it my all, just came up a little short this time na'meen?
Shawna - Yeah boo, keep up the hard work you'll get yours!
Shawna walks away with her pet chihuahua as Hoodstar turns back to face the camera.
Hoodstar - Ya know man, the streets 'round here been buzzin'. They wanna know what the hell done happened with Hoodstar? I torched that Erik Crowley fool at the first Evolution then came up empty handed twice now. Man, I ain't feelin' loses...ain't that I'm gettin' all hurt and wanna give up y'all ain't shit close to that Hoodstar here to set the prime example for the lil' homies in the hood. You don't give up, you just work harder, study more, train harder, you build that drive to keep goin' forward. You keep on keepin' on and you do the right thing and ery'thing finna be aite! Let's not forget to thank the Lord for our blessings y'all. Real talk, I was blessed to land this EWF contract in the middle of a pandemic when so many other wrestlers are straight up outta work. I was blessed to have an opportunity to qualify for the Emperor's Cup, unfortunately that opportunity wasn't meant to be. Now here I am, blessed as nine others are, to take part in a gauntlet to figure out who's finna face off against the laid back homie Dank Sinatra to become the first ever EWF Television Champion. I gotta say, Hoodstar was really hoping to be the first cat to hold down the fort as the face of the franchise as the first ever EWF World Champion. Now, I ain't tryin' to sound bitter envious but whichever one of you eight cats bring home that gold just know at some point down the line Hoodstar is looking for his own shot at the big one. And ya know what's lovely? The Television Championship provides me a direct avenue to get to that ultimate goal. Think about it y'all! Hoodstar right now is eight wins away from being the EWF World Champion regardless of who wins this Emperor's Cup tournament!
A yellow cab drives by and honks its horn at DeShaun who waves back to the car.
Hoodstar - That right there? That's the homie Trammell, unfortunately he had to learn how to walk the straight and narrow after doing a little stretch up North but luckily he doin' the right thing like Spike Lee nowadays. I ain't lookin' too far to the future with my previous eight wins statement but it's the truth for every single one of us in this match, feel me? One of us wins this we get to face Dank, so if I can win this and then beat Dank not only am I making history but I only need six more wins. Retain that gold five times in a row and then put in on the line against whoever the World Champion is at that time. Sounds like a sweat deal for anybody, I can't let this here opportunity slip through my hands. It's lookin' like Dennis Slater stay keepin' himself busy bringing in new talent. Lookin' at the roster it seems like we addin' every couple of days, that's a thing of beauty but it's makin' it a lil' difficult to get ready for this Gauntlet Match you booked, feel me big homie? You got just as many cats makin' they EWF debut as cats that's been in a ring here at least once. Enforcer, Candlejack, Tobias Blume and Jason Thunder these cats ain't just brand new to the roster they ain't even bother to show they faces just yet. All I know is one looks like a monster that spends all of his time keepin' his body in tip top shape in the gym, trust me big man I can respect that but from one Brooklyn boy to another you know that old cliche "the bigger they are the harder they fall" if you and I wind up against each other we gonna have the Battle of Brooklyn and trust me Hoodstar finna take that dub home all day. Another one of these clowns is literally dressin' up as a clown. I just don't get what the obsession is with clowns ever since the first It remake hit the theaters, these shits ain't scary you need to go back to kickin' it at the carnival and blowin' up balloon animals homie. As for Thunder, I don't really know shit about you and I gotta think you're more of an after thought than anything else in this match. Tobias Blume? I never met the cat but from what I been hearin' he might be a lil' similar to Hoodstar. The homie grew up livin' rough in Beantown and kept to the right side of the track, gotta give you props for that brotha and I'll even go a step further and wish you the best of luck but if we gotta luck up I'mma do what I gotta do to keep on keepin' on in this Gauntlet! Now the other new cat, Anthony Royal, he's the only one of these cats to show his face on an EWF screen so far. I don't know what's up with all these rich, exploitative assholes that Dennis Slater been bringin' in lately but this dude has got to be playin' right? Homie got himself a butler like anybody give a damn how rich you are homie! Let's get serious and get down with the get down inside the ring at Emperor's Cup and I'll smack a lil' sense in to you.
Hoodstar begins to continue down the block and stops at a run down house. The house has plywood over the windows, burn marks on the house and a gate with a locked Masterlock.
Hoodstar - It's sad how real shit is out here nowadays. This place just got flamed up a few weeks ago, po-po says it was some crackheads...could be true, could be some lil' Billy Badass wannabes tryin' to impress some big homie right these parts, who knows? You know the po-po don't care what's really goin' down in the hood! But, I'm happy to say y'all there are a few familiar faces in this match. A few other guys who watched that opportunity at the World Championship slip right through they hands. Bruce Cross, I don't know what's up with dude. He got his ass handed to him by Lou Natic, showed a new attitude and purpose against Erik Crowley and then flamed out against Deathmatch Devin last show. I don't know if this dude Bruce Cross has enough heart to win this type of match so I'm considering you an after thought like Jason Thunder. Charles Prince, the homie from the C-P-T! Man, looks like you didn't have the greatest showing yourself at the last Evolution. Even though I love to see any brotha succeed I'm gonna have to be part of the problem for your success at this show because Hoodstar finna take this gauntlet home to the 718! The Master, another comic act like Candlejack. What's with dudes thinkin' they're in a horror movie when they're wrestling? This dude tryin' to hold down the dopest Dracula impersonation this side of Netflix. You put up a lil' fight last Evolution so I'm thinkin' you're ready for a lil' tussle at Emperor's Cup and Hoodstar is more than happy to oblige you with a lil' ass whoopin' if it comes to us in there. Then, I gotta talk about the other pompous rich asshole in this promotion, Anthony Royal's mental twin it would seem, Christopher Charles. The homie that calls himself Classy. I don't see how classy your ass finna be when you can't even take a defeat like a man. You sittin' there bitchin' and whinin' 'bout takin' an L against Lou Natic and sayin' the referee is to blame. Man, you need to pull your head outta that ass if you ever finna make a difference inside of those ropes. All I seen from you so far is a lil' pretty boy who doesn't wanna get hit and tries to cheat or run away whenever possible. Can't wait to get my hands on you and be the next guy to shut you up for a few minutes after pinnin' ya ass! I'm finna go hit the gym y'all, gotta keep with the regimen to get this dub at Emperor's Cup. Dank Sinatra, best of luck in the tournament but when Evolution comes you finna be lookin' across the ring at DeShaun Jenkins!
Hoodstar begins to walk off and the scene fades to black.
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Post by enforcer on Jul 12, 2020 23:15:36 GMT -5
*Scene* ::Enforcer is walking down Franklin Avenue in Brooklyn, New York. Enforcer has a New York Yankees hat on, Ray Ban sunglasses, a black T-Shirt on with Illuminati written in white. White on black Jordan patent leather shoes, and black Jordan shorts. Enforcer walks into the Brooklyn, Deli. Enforcer sees the manager of the Deli behind the counter.::
Enforcer:Oscar, how are you, my friend?
Oscar:Still trying to wake up but I am doing good, man.
Enforcer:You own this place Oscar. You’ve never been a morning person. Why don’t you make your employees do the morning shift?
Oscar:You know Anthony that I……
Enforcer:A control freak? Yes, everyone knows that, Oscar.
Oscar:Don’t hate just because I do things better than most people.
Enforcer:Modest as always.
Oscar:Are you really going to give me shit about my ego? You? The man who insists the sun rises and sets on him?
Enforcer:Yes, the sun does rise and set on me. You know me, Oscar. I am the greatest person to ever live and I have always worn my ego as a badge of honor. I am just confident in myself and I talk about it because I can always back up what I say. Especially inside the wrestling ring. I’m the best there is.
Oscar:Your ego is healthier than ever. I didn’t think it could get any bigger but you keep proving me wrong. Now I am going to have to lock the doors while you're here since your ego takes us to maximum capacity.
Enforcer:That would sting if I didn’t love me, some me.
Oscar:(Oscar rolls his eyes)Ok, Terrell. So, what can I get you this morning?
Enforcer:You know what sounds good is a short stack of pancakes with a side order of eggs.
Oscar:You want that peanut butter protein powder in the pancakes?
Enforcer:That sounds great. I like the way you’re thinking this morning, Oscar. You know despite you trying to hurt my ego’s feelings.
Oscar:You have feelings? Haha!
::Oscar walks back into the kitchen.::
Enforcer:Very funny. We should get you in front of Lorne Michaels.
Oscar:You should. My comedic skills would have Saturday Night Live.
Enforcer:Sure, buddy. If you say so.
::Enforcer takes a seat on one of the chairs at the counter to wait for breakfast.::
Enforcer: As the world probably knows by now my wife Justice and I have recently signed with Empire Wrestling Federation. While Justice is in the match to decide the inaugural EWF Women’s champion I am facing nine opponents to decide who will move on to face one “Blazed up” Dank Sinatra. That is seriously one hell of a name and a lot to unpack but I’ll worry about all that at a later date. First I have to get through these nine other competitors. Now this is a wide array of opponents in this match ranging from a couple trust fund babies, a cowboy, a wannabe devil, a couple wankstas, a blind man who thinks he is a video game character, and a man who was raised by politicians who became a bounty hunter, lawyer, and FBI agent. Which is all topped off with the greatest person to ever live. What a cast of misfits I have to get in the ring with at the Emperor's Cup.
::Oscar brings out Enforcer’s breakfast out to him at the counter.::
Oscar:Here you go, Anthony.
Enforcer:Thanks, Oscar.
::Enforcer picks the knife and fork up. He then places the napkins on his lap and slides the plate of eggs in front of him.::
Enforcer:So, here we go again. Yet another promotion I am gearing up to debut in. I have been asked several times over my twenty three year career what is it like to come into a new company? It feels like you would expect to debut in a new company. After over two decades in this business the nerves have waned because each time I have stepped into another promotion I come in prepared with a game plan. Much like I will when I step into the EWF for the very first time. Which is why I look at the nine men who will be opposing me at the Emperor’s Cup and see they’re nothing more than cretinous humanoids whose mommy lied to them each day of their life when they would tell their naive sons that they were actually worth a damn. I am going to show you momma’s boys how to get things done in this business not just because my ego demands it but I want that EWF World Television title to be draped over my shoulder and forever be known as the first ever TV champion in EWF.
::Enforcer takes a bite of the eggs in front of him.::
Enforcer:I am sure the mooncalves who think they know anything about this business and yes I am including my opponents in that. They are all expecting me to give you all the same tired lives many of us have said and heard millions of how I don’t know any of you sycophants so I must be better than all of you thus beating all of you will be a sinch for me. Why shouldn’t I? I am the greatest person to ever live after all. It is the same thing every match, right? Say the same old tired cliches, rinse, recycle, repeat. I am pretty sure how that goes.
::Enforcer looks over at Oscar who is making a fresh batch of coffee.::
Enforcer:Oscar, buddy, help me out,man. Saying the same tired ass cliches, rinse, recycle, and repeat those same lines over and over is the way to be successful in this business?
Oscar:As someone who is a big time wrestling fan but has never spent a day in the business I am expert on these kinds of things.
Enforcer:So, I lucked out that I was here when I came to this realization.
Oscar:Damn right you are so lucky. This might just be your luckiest day ever. But to answer your question in my professional opinion, which you know makes me right about these sort of things. The answer is yes, you must say the same old tired lines in your promos every time you speak to the public.
Enforcer:Is that why my opponents are saying the same things I have heard for over twenty years?
Oscar:That would be a yes.
Enforcer:Why would they do that,Oscar?
Oscar:The medical term for this kind of behavior is called feeblemind simpletons.
Enforcer:Now, it all makes sense, Oscar. I appreciate you and your expertise.
Oscar:I am here to pass along my vast knowledge to the world. Now, if you will excuse me I have to scoot the bum that is sleeping near the front door of the restaurant and make sure he didn’t defecate on the sidewalk.
::Oscar walks out from behind the counter towards the front door.::
Enforcer:You do noble work, Oscar.
::Enforcer turns back around to his breakfast.::
Enforcer:See that guys. You are all predictable miscreants that don't stand a chance of beating me. Not because you suck or anything like that. I am just vastly superior to each of you. It is really that simple. I mean I can’t make it any simpler for you Lenny from “Of Mice and Men” fools. I mean just look at Christopher Charles. OOOh, a first name for your last name. That had to sting as a child. No wonder why you have a Napoleon complex and blaming the referee for your loss on the 4th of July. How classy, Charl….I mean Christopher. It is that whole two first names thing. I would apologize about getting your name wrong but I’d be lying. You really should talk to your parents about that. Until you do you can bitch, piss, and moan about you losing your previous match and not being able to measure up in the EWF which quite frankly will be the benchmark of this business. When you get eliminated during our gauntlet match it won’t be because of the referee it will only be because of your lack of talent.
::Enforcer finishes his eggs and takes a drink of coffee. He sets the cup back down on to the counter.::
Enforcer:Which brings me to Anthony Royal. The supposed shining star of EWF. Well, I guess everyone needs a catchy name right, Mr. Royal? So, what is it about you that makes you a shining star? Is it because you are another douchebag trust fund baby, like your little buddy Mr. Charles? Mr. Royal, you can admit it to me that the yacht you were on wasn’t actually yours, right? Don’t worry, we won’t tell. That yacht was actually a Carnival Cruise boat. I applaud you for the effort of trying to keep up appearances. It has to be tough to make people think you are filthy rich. As tough as it might be it is rather pathetic. But hey to each their own. You, like any other pathetic spoiled little brat are already looking ahead instead of thinking ahead. Which will ultimately be your demise and not get you anywhere near the Television title. So, Mr. Royal you can push your “staff” around all you want. They supposedly get paid to take your shit but I assure you that the EWF isn’t missing anything because the mega star that EWF longs for is me. While you on the other hand, we just wish you were missing.
::Enforcer slides the plate of pancakes in front of him. He grabs some syrup and pours the syrup on to the pancakes.::
Enforcer:Then there is Lucifer’s least favorite bastard child, The Master. Master, you have these grandiose plans of your boys becoming World Tag Team champions while you beat Mr. Sinatra for the World Television title. Look, as someone who knows he is going to hell for all the misdeeds and sins I have done throughout my life I can tell you that Lucifer sees you and your boys as a Sunday Choir from some redneck church in the boonies of some hillbilly town. While that woman screaming was probably the mom from Big Bang Theory. You are scaring nobody, Master because we know just like Aziz Ansari you are the Master of nothing.
::Enforcer takes another bite of his pancakes. He pauses for a moment while he finishes chewing his bite of pancakes.::
Enforcer:It always fascinates me how people could quite possibly walk the same path or at the very least more similarly than one could possibly imagine. The man who goes by the name of Hoodstar and I share a hometown. That of course, is Brooklyn. While it wasn’t in the same neighborhood what we have in common is surviving the same streets and everything that came along with those streets. The people and the things that came along with them. While your simplistic view of the world allowed you to just survive I ended up thriving. I thrived because I took what I have learned from the same Brooklyn streets you did and invested in myself. Which took me from dirt poor to building an amount of wealth that will make my family live comfortable for generations to come. Can you say the same thing Mr. Jenkins since you are living ghetto fabulous? I highly doubt it because you just want to be a star in the hood. Way to underachieve. Which is what you’ll do in our gauntlet match at the Emperor's Cup because we all know you aren’t getting close to the EWF World Television title belt.
::Enforcer takes the last bite of his pancakes. He sets the utensils on top of the plate. He reaches over and grabs his cup of coffee. He then takes a sip of his coffee. Enforcer takes his napkin from his lap and wipes his mouth then cleans his hands.::
Enforcer:Now we have five more opponents whose balls haven't dropped yet to be man enough to tell us what they are going to do to us. That is cool. I see where the five of you stand. Our favorite video game character is blind to the fact of what it takes to be successful in this business. Which will make my life easier. Mr. Blume must be shooting blanks to focus on becoming anything close to resembling a decent wrestler.So, he’ll be an obvious pushover. I gotta know, what in the hell is a Candlejack? Did you rob a Bed and Bodyworks? While Mr. Thunder is too busy at one of his jobs to let us know how he feels about this gauntlet match. It is the weekend so he must still be working at the Burger King Drive Thru. Which brings me to Mr. Prince. The ghetto superstar of EWF. Mr. Prince, are you too busy being a superstar in your own mind?
::Enforcer tosses the napkin on to the empty plate in front of him.::
Enforcer:When you think of all the people that are in this gauntlet match. So, when you think of all the belligerent recalcitrants that I just spoke about that are in this gauntlet match you may ask who will win the gauntlet match? The man that will win it will be the man who can be the most pragmatic. The one that will not let their emotions or ego get in their way. All my life I have able to subdue my emotions while raising my intelligence, physical ability and knowledge of this business to the highest level. Consequently I predict I will win this gauntlet match and move on to face Mr. Sinatra to become the inaugural EWF World Television champion.
::Enforcer picks up his coffee cup and takes another sip of coffee as the camera fades to black.::
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Post by Royal on Jul 15, 2020 10:02:02 GMT -5
The scene opens with a message flashing across the screen that reads, "The following message has been produced, directed and paid for by Anthony Royal." The message fades away and we see none other than Anthony Royal standing in front of a black back drop. He is wearing a charcoal gray Versace suit and a gaudy, gold Rolex on his left wrist. He looks in the camera and begins to speak.
Royal: Hello, my name is Anthony Royal.
He flashes the camera a giant, toothy, politician smile.
Royal: And I'm here today to deliver what I would consider to be a bit of a Public Service Announcement to the other men in the Television Championship Contender's Gauntlet match at Emperor's Cup. You see, I've already made my intentions in this match quite clear, but in the interim, some of these other men have opened their mouths and some of their own messages have been quite concerning to me.
Royal feigns a look of concern
Royal: You see, I'm terribly afraid that some of the men in this match are making a tragic, tragic mistake. And that is, that they are greatly underestimating and overlooking me. But, I understand. It's quite easy to hear the words that I say and label me another arrogant blowhard. But that's a mistake. Underestimating me is something that leaves one susceptible to not just being humiliated and embarassed, but also seriously hurt. And since I am a man of such great honor, I find it neccessary to make this little PSA to make these men aware of their mistakes. Hopefully, you will take these words seriously and will be fully prepared for what is coming your way.
Royal gives the camera a wicked glare.
Royal: Now, about these foolish men who have opened their mouths and raised my ire, let's start with The Enforcer. The Enforcer, ooohhhh.
Royal wiggles his fingers and feigns fear.
Royal: The Enforcer, huh? You poke fun at my moniker and walk around with a straight face calling yourself that? What did you do, read a BuzzFeed top 20 Generic Names article to come up with that gem? Let me ask you this, what is it exactly that you are The Enforcer of? A hockey team? The PTA? The Jackass Brigade? Really that only thing that was "enforced" to me when you opened your stupid mouth is that you are just another blowhard miscreant whose ego and self-worth by far outweigh your actual skill set and intelligence. But don't worry Enforcer, I have quite the experience with humbling egomaniacs like yourself, and I will have no problem doing it in the most violent way possible at Emperor's Cup.
Royal flashes a sinister smile, relishing the thought of hurting Enforcer.
Royal: I'll tell you what though, it's nice that you've got such funny jokes in your back pocket. Saying I rented a Carnival Cruise ship! Real slayer there my friend! I actually bruised my knee from slapping it so hard whilst laughing at that ingenious comedy. Maybe if....
Royal scrunches his face up as if in thought.
Royal: Well, let's be honest, this is probably more of a when situation. So, WHEN this stint in EWF doesn't work out for you, perhaps you can get yourself a Netflix stand up special. They seem to hand those out pretty willy nilly. But, we'll see how easy it is for you to laugh at your little jokes and chow down on what I assume is pig slop your little buddy's restaurant serves when you're missing a few teeth. Because you see, you've now made the mistake of calling me out. Before, this was business. You were simply a means to an end. But now, you and I have a personal issue, and you're going to find out real damn quick that when someone creates a personal issue with me, said issue gets resolved quickly and violently. And trust me big fella, you may think you're special, but you're no different from anybody else. Plenty who've crossed me have fallen at my feet, and you will simply be another. I am going to make an example out of you. Hey, but you know what, Enforcer? It's not all bad. As a favor to you, after my victory, maybe I'll invite your wife, Justice, to my celebratory night on the town so that I can show her what it's like to be with a real man.
Royal winks into the camera.
Royal: But, The Enforcer isn't the only one who's made the mistake of crossing me. You got Mr. Hoodstar, talking about doing it for the "Lil Homies" and talking about "smacking a lil sense into me" like it's just that easy. You think because I spent more on brunch today than you make in six months that I won't shove my foot so far down your throat that you'll find toenail clippings in your bowel movements for a month!?
Royal laughs.
Royal: You're an absolute joke. I know it, deep down in your heart of hearts, you know it, and after Emperor's Cup, the world will know it. But you know what Hoodstar, I'm not that different from you. I care about the "Lil Homies" too. I mean, children are our future after all. So, I just can't stomach the idea of children looking up to a pathetic loser like you. That's why at Emperor's Cup, I'm going to put you down like the mangy mutt that you are so the "Lil Homies" can have a real hero to look up to.
Royal flashes another of what is becoming his patented toothy, politician smile.
Royal: Then you got that freak show The Master.
Royal does an exaggerated shiver at the mention of The Master
Royal: You sit on your throne of bones and think that makes you intimidating? That's like a monkey scurrying up a tree and suddenly thinking it's tall. To be frank, the only thing about you that scares me is just what the hell you might smell like. You can be as spooky as you want, but I don't need smoke and mirrors. The entire roster, yourself included, will fear me when it's all said and done, not because of a spooky atmosphere or threatening words, but because of destructive actions.
Royal gives the camera an intense glare.
Royal: The only man in this match who I might be able to respect at all, Christopher Charles, has to this point been intelligent enough to not disparage me. As long as it stays that way, we have no quarrel and can perhaps even become friends. Or not, I really don't care. All I care about is having my hand raised in victory, regardless of who I have to go through. And as for the other men in this match who have thus far remained silent, Bruce Cross, Charles Prince, Jason Thunder, Tobias Blume and that Great Value Pennywise Candlejack, do yourselves a favor and keep in that way. Don't give me a reason for things with you to be personal. One way or another, I'm winning this match. One way or another, I'm beating Dank Sinatra and becoming the first EWF Television Championship. And one way or another, I'm cashing the title in and becoming World Heavyweight Champion. And no one can stop me.
Royal lets out a small chuckle.
Royal: I'm Anthony Royal. I'm better than all of you. And I approve this message.
With that, Royal flashes another giant, exaggerated smile as the scene fades to black.
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Post by classy on Jul 16, 2020 22:13:09 GMT -5
"Classy" Christopher Charles is seen poolside wearing Gucci sunglasses, a black Speedo bathing suit, a sun reflector pointing the sun directly towards his face and a bottle of Ace of Spades on ice next to him.
Christopher Charles - It's the classiest man in the business reporting to you live, from pool side in my beautiful Beverly Hills mansion to make sure that all of you common Joe Schmos are able to get a glimpse of the lifestyle that you all wish you could afford to live. These sunglasses cost more than most of you idiots who pay for the EWF programming make in one week! I've been doing a lot of soul searching since the infamous Jersey City Screwjob occurred and I have to say my feelings on the situation...they haven't changed one bit! The classiest man in the business demands his EWF World Championship opportunity and I will not rest until it is granted!
Christopher places the sun reflector on the glass table next to him.
Christopher Charles - Now that the obligatory demand is out of the way it's time to move on to what is most pressing. The EWF Television Championship Gauntlet match where Christopher Charles takes the first step towards righting the wrong that occurred in Jersey City at the last Evolution event. It seems as if some of the less impressive athletes this match has to offer have decided to open their mouths. First and foremost I'm going to start with a man who at least comes from the same class as myself, that being Anthony Royal. Now Anthony, its obvious that you and I both enjoy some of the finer things that this world has to offer. I'm sure we could get together and compare notes on how our favorite sports cars perform, the latest fashion trends, high powered boats and super model girlfriends but that wouldn't be the point of what we have signed up for. It's unfortunate that our first encounter may have to be as opponents in the ring, you seem like the kind of guy I could rent out a club with and invite all of the beautiful women of any city and they would all show up to be around us. Let's just make sure this isn't something we do in Jersey City, I've been looking around and it's looking kind of rough in the female department.
Christopher laughs and brushes his hair back with his hands beginning to smirk for the camera.
Christopher Charles - Then of course we can't forget the man that scares all of the little children, The Master. The man who literally walks around every EWF show pretending that he is a vampire. This guy might actually try to suck my blood! I'm sure for a vampire the blood of someone like myself is much more valuable for the blood of some normal everyday pion that is signed up for this match like Bruce Cross or Charles Prince. This guy seems so full of him self just because he got lucky and took old man Cavanagh to the limit. Listen Count Chocula, John Cavanagh beat you and advanced...don't remind me that I beat Lou Natic and advanced! I am tired of people bringing up this stupid damn tournament!
Christopher takes off his Gucci sunglasses and a look of anger and rage comes over his face.
Christopher Charles - Enforcer, the Brooklyn guy who seems to think basketball shorts are actually ever ok to be worn, I just don't know who you are or what your purpose for being around here is. You claim to be "The Greatest Person to Ever Live" what a crock! The entire world, and that includes the wrestling world in case you were wondering, already knows that I, Christopher Charles, am the greatest person to ever live. Yes, oh of course, Albert Einstein was a genius, George Washington was brave, Joe DiMaggio was talented but if you take the three of them and mix them up together you get about half the talent that I have in my pinky! I don't think you can really be serious trying to give me a problem about my name...Christopher Charles? You can't be serious, can you? This coming from the man who is literally named Enforcer. My parents had to give me a name, the family name is Charles, how idiotic do you feel now? Enforcer, what is your real name? You're just as bad as The Master you hide behind some nonsense ring name, let's face it that in itself is the greatest shame you can bestow on your paltry family big boy.
Christopher cracks his knuckles.
Christopher Charles - Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I can't forget about one of "Brooklyn's Finest" the illiterate, uneducated mutt that calls himself Hoodstar! DeShaun Jenkins, the guy who is living all ghetto fabulous walking around one of the most disgusting neighborhoods I have ever seen. DeShaun, I can't believe Brooklyn looks that disgusting for what they want for some of those brownstones! My family owns a couple and I have to say you and Enforcer both coming from that burro makes me realize that when I inherit those brownstones its time to rent them out. Egotistical maniacs like Enforcer, gang banging wannabes like DeShaun Jenkins...yeah I've got to admit Brooklyn definitely ranks at number two on the crappiest places lists. That's right behind Jersey City for all of those stupid fans that buy tickets to our shows just to get a glimpse at the perfection that is "Classy" Christopher Charles. To the rest of my opponents who have been too scared to come forward, as well as the men I mentioned already...stay classy!
Christopher smiles as we go to black.
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Post by enforcer on Jul 17, 2020 19:56:48 GMT -5
*Scene* ::Enforcer is wearing a black three piece Armani Suit, black dress shoes, white dress shirt, a purple, silver, and black tie with a purple pocket square in his front pocket on his jacket. Enforcer is walking on Liberty Street in New York City. Enforcer looks at his Day Date 40 yellow gold and diamond Rolex. Enforcer then walks to the front door at 33 Liberty Street which is the Federal Reserve Bank of New York. A security opens the door for the Enforcer. Enforcer walks into the Federal Reserve where he is met by a Federal Reserve Employee.:: Federal Reserve Employee:Welcome back, Mr. Cross.Enforcer:Thank you. It is good to see you today, Mr. Kaufman. Mr. Kaufman:Right this way. We’ll go down to the vault.::Enforcer follows Mr. Kaufman and an armed security guard over to the elevator. The security guard presses down and the elevator doors open up. Mr. Kaufman and Enforcer enter the elevator followed by the security guard. The doors shut behind them and the elevator proceeds to start going down. The elevator ride down to the valit was short and silent. The doors open and the security guard exits the elevator first who is followed by Enforcer and Mr. Kaufman. They walk into a heavily guarded vault that has stocks upon stacks of gold from the floor to the ceiling. Mr. Kaufman walks over and takes a key and unlocks a two security deposit box. One quite a bit bigger than the other. He turns to Enforcer.:: Mr. Kaufman: We’ll be right outside, Mr. Cross.Enforcer:Thank you. ::Enforcer walks over to the smaller security deposit box and unlocks it with a key of his own. He pulls the security deposit box out and sets it on a table in the middle of the room. He opens up the security deposit box. He reaches into the inside of his jacket and pulls out an envelope and drops it in the security deposit box.:: Enforcer:I find it amusing that the trust fund babies of Mr. Charles and Mr. Royal thinks of me as another peon. It just proves their simplistic views on life. I’m sure they grew up never having to go without and ever putting the proper work in. That is why they are at best mediocre people and even worse wrestlers who have done nothing of note in their lives. Which is fine and all. That is until they crossed paths with me to try to deny me of something that I want. Which is the EWF World Television title. Simply put boys, you aren’t going to deny me of what I want. That is a date with Mr. Sinatra to obtain MY World Television title. Now, my little trust babies, while you get to enjoy the riches that your family has left you, I on the other hand have created my own wealth. Which is why I have multiple security deposits in the Federal Reserve of New York. While you two are asking for an allowance from Mommy and Daddy I can do what I want when I want. If you want to get into a pissing contest about who has the most spoils and the better toys. I assure you both I would win just like I’d win a match inside the squared circle. The sense of entitlement the two of you have is hilarious. It really truly is. The amount of money each of you have is truly immaterial considering the two of you truly have no clout. You see, it is rather easy to bully the poor who work for you because they need the job and the money the job provides. That really isn’t clout. That is just the two of you being an asshole. Which is that you two are package deal that are worth a dime a dozen. Each of you pose no threat to what anybody is doing much less to someone on my level of being the absolute greatest person to ever live. There is no ifs, ands, or buts about it. You two don’t hold a candle to me. Which is why I can come out each day of my life talking the talk because I can back it up by walking the walk. Which I am sure you two spoiled miscreants cannot do in any way shape or form. ::Enforcer reaches into his right pants pocket. He looks down at the thing taken out of his pocket that is cupped in his right hands. He sets it into the security deposit box. He closes the security box up and places it back into its place. Enforcer then slides the bigger security deposit box out of its place and puts it on the table in the middle of the room. He opens the box and takes a look at what is inside the security deposit box. He cracks a big smile and shuts the box back up, picks the box up, and puts it back. Enforcer walks out of the vault where the security guard and Mr. Kaufman is waiting for him. They walk over to the elevator and Mr. Kaufman presses the up button. The elevator doors open. Mr. Kaufman enters the elevator first, followed by The Enforcer, and the security guard. Mr. Kaufman presses the button for the lobby. The doors close and the elevator starts to go up. The elevator gets back to the lobby and the doors open. Mr. Kaufman and Enforcer exit the elevator.:: Enforcer:Thank you once again for your assistance, Mr. Kaufman. You make coming here very easy for me. Mr. Kaufman:Glad to be of assistance, Mr. Cross.::Enforcer walks out of the front door back onto Liberty Street where a 2021 silver Mercedes S Coupe is waiting for him. Enforcer walks over to the Mercedes and opens the door and takes a seat in the passenger seat to see his wife, Justice Orton Cross, behind the wheel in the driver seat. Justice starts to drive.:: Justice Orton-Cross:Everything taken care of?Enforcer:Yes, exactly like we wanted. Justice Orton-Cross:Perfect!Enforcer:Now that we have got that out of the way we can now fully focus on the Emperor's Cup. Justice Orton Cross:I cannot wait to lay my claim on the Women’s division by becoming the first ever EWF Women’s champion.Enforcer:Being as unbiased of a person there ever was :I have no doubt you will do so,babe. Justice Orton-Cross:(Smiling) Why thank you.Enforcer:Just stating the facts. Justice Orton-Cross:Well said. Enforcer:While you become the first ever Women’s Champion I will get one step closer to being the World Television Champion when I beat the EWF’s version of the Bad News Bears. I mean there is this generation’s version of the Mean Street Posse, Mr. Charles and Mr. Royal. Justice Orton-Cross:Are those the trust fund babies.Enforcer:The one and the same. Justice Orton-Cross:All those hand me down rich boys can’t even last thirty seconds.Enforcer:What? Justice Orton-Cross:What? Get your mind out of the gutter. I meant they can’t last thirty seconds in the ring but from what I have heard from friends who have dated guys like them that doesn’t apply to just the ring.::Enforcer chuckles.:: Justice Orton-Cross:What?
Enforcer:I didn’t say anything. Justice Orton-Cross:I mean yeah, good, I didn’t want to have to set you straight.Enforcer:No need for all that. Especially so close to the Emperor's Cup. Justice Orton-Cross:That’s right.Enforcer:I mean just look at who I have to face. The trust fund babies who of course are going to ask what exactly do I enforce? Like they are in remedial promo school or something. The other one has a worse rap career than CB4. Boys, let me fill you in on something that might actually save your wrestling careers. Toothy smiles and some garbage raps will not make you EWF World Heavyweight champion, I assure you. You are neither Waylon Mercy or the Doctor of Thuganomics. You two are simply in over your heads and will realize that when you hear the ring bell rings. You both are looking far into the future at the World Heavyweight title instead of what is looking at each of you right in the face. Not only the World television title but me. Justice Orton-Cross:That is what is wrong with the new crop of wrestlers. They were told that they were good enough as children and expect to be handed everything they want.Enforcer:When you are right you are right. Justice Orton-Cross:Which is always.Enforcer:You’ve never been wrong a day in your life. While the trust fund babies delude themselves into thinking they have a shot at becoming the Television title and then the World title there are seven more wrestlers in this match. The team of Ghetto Fabolous and the five dwarfs. Gentlemen, you have not only let me down, the entire EWF but also the entire world of which is also pathetic mooncalves. The seven of you simply don’t have what it takes to knock me off my pedestal. I am championship material while your wrestling career would make Barry Horowitz and Gillberg cringe. Each of you can try to say your great but as it was once said. It is unholy to try to fill my shoes. That is why none of you can lay claim to being the greatest person to ever live. This is the beginning of what all of you hoped wouldn’t be happening. The cream rising to the top and there is nothing that you spoiled brats, wanna be thugs, cowboys, and blinde gamers can do to stop me. ::The camera fades to black::
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Post by Lucifer's Legion on Jul 17, 2020 20:26:18 GMT -5
The Master sits on a throne made of bones with a pit of fire burning in front of him and a large Rottweiler next to him on a thick change. To either side stand the ever present yet ever silent The Monster and The Creature known to the tag team wrestling world as Animabus Damnatis. The scream of a woman is heard but there is no one else present in this horribly lit room.
The night of reckoning that is EWF Emperor's Cup is upon us. In just 24 little hours four different tag teams and nine different superstars will fall to the powers that are held among the three members of Lucifer's Legion. The tag team ladder match is quite literally a match from hell. Five different teams, ten different bodies, twenty different sets of arms and legs all to do battle against one another. Add in the heights and dangers of a steel ladder being used as a weapon and you will see one of the most horrific sights of the entire history of the EWF. My Monster and my Creature are prepared to use all of the carnage they are accustomed to using, all of the nightmares that they possess to hurt American Muscle, The Destruction, Los Despiadados and The Arizona Outlaws. These eight souls have already been marked for destruction. The reckless ones, the college jocks, the face painted clowns and the vein tough guys will all see their world's go up in flames at the hands of Animabus Damnatis at Emperor's Cup.
For those poor miserable bastards that are scheduled to face The Master in this gauntlet match, you as well have been fated to come up with the short end of the stick. The loud mouths of the group Enforcer, Christopher Charles, DeShaun Jenkins and Enforcer who have come forward to the light to provide the empty minded masses with rhetoric will pay the most dearly. These four have decided that they have the power to defeat The Master and the powers of Lucifer's Legion. These four have decided that they are somehow prepared to deal with the pain and fury that I will unleash at Emperor's Cup. These four have all decided incorrectly that they have the ability to win this gauntlet. For the other five...Jason Thunder, Charles Prince, Candlejack, Bruce Cross and Tobias Blume, I understand that you are frightened but it may be time to let the world know your last words before this matchup ensues. Never doubt the power of The Master, never doubt the power of Lucifer's Legion.
The Master sits still as the female scream is heard again.
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