Post by icon722 on Sept 12, 2020 0:31:54 GMT -5
EWF – Vin Halsted – The Prophecy Has Been Foretold
::A slick black 2021 BMW 7 Series M760i xDrive pulls up to the Global Luxury Suites at Jersey City Waterfront. Vin Halsted steps out of the car and tosses his keys to the valet. He’s wearing a custom made Kiton Men’s Light Grey Linen Suite with Mauri 4793 Adriano All-Over Alligator Wingtip Dress Shoes and his Rayban Wayfarer RB 2140 sunglasses. It’s about 6 pm on the night before EWF’s Imperial Insanity PPV and the sun about to set. The bellhop takes his travel bags out of the trunk before the valet parks Halsted’s pristine luxury sedan in the valet parking area. He tips the valet well, then walks into the luxury hotel’s lobby with the bellhop in tow. He looks over to see The Enforcer, Johnny Styles, and Hunter Valentine in the lobby waiting to greet their fellow Outlawz stablemate. Halsted smirks and walks over to his cohorts. He tips the bellboy before he parts ways with him.::
Halsted: Well, it looks like the gang’s all here!
Enforcer: Yeah… jeez, brother, who knew Jersey City was such a dump!!
Styles: Seriously, bro… thank God we found the only luxury hotel in town to stay in.
Valentyne: Yeah… no more roughing it on the road for us! Let those curtain-jerkers split the rat-infested rooms.
Styles: Yeah… we fancy!
Halsted: It’s as simple as this, guys… we earned everything we have by being the absolute best in this business for more than ten years. We climbed the ladders, we grabbed the brass rings, then we took over and owned every single fed we walked into. EWF is no different and there isn’t a damn soul who can do anything about it.
Styles: That’s why by having the four of us in the Imperial Insanity Battle Royal, we can shut every one of those poor bustards on the EWF roster up in one match!!
Halsted: It’s time we put our foot on their necks and ended their charades, hopes and dreams but taking out twenty-six pieces of trash all at once.
Valentyne: I think Enforcer said it best, brother… The prophecy has been made and we won’t anyone stand in our way!
Styles: I plan on smoking that Dank piece of shit as soon as I see him in the ring.
Enforcer: Not if I get to him first. He has a debt to repay me after our TV title match. I plan on cashing the receipt, tomorrow night.
Halsted: One of you absolutely will burn him up, but it doesn’t matter which one of us does it as long as he’s cleared out by the time the four of us are left standing as the Final Four. Let’s not get caught up on some worthless petty feud and stay focused on which one of us will walk out of there with the opportunity at the EWF World Heavyweight Championship. That’s all that matters, boys!
Valentyne: Don’t you need to keep an eye on that royal gnat?
Halsted: Nah, he’ll be in the trainer’s room getting treated for a Halsted Hangover after I tear him limb from limb in our EWF Old Glory Finals match.
Enforcer: That title will look good on you, brother!
::Halsted shrugs.::
Halsted: It’ll do for now, but you know how I feel about consolation prizes. That belt need me more than I need it and it will get the Halsted rub before I toss it aside for the bigger prizes in EWF. Then some poor midcard whore can have as their crowning career achievement when I’m done with it.
::Styes start preening up and down an imaginary runway while strutting like he’s wearing the new Old Glory Title. The rest of the crew starts to laugh.::
Styles: Oooh look at me, the EWF Old Glory Champion… this is the inaugural EWF belt that Vin Halsted won!!
Halsted: Exactly, Johnny… But enough about that, we have more important shit to take care of. I see that the “If I could Be Serious for a Moment” Canadian crew showed up after our little displays of mayhem and chaos. I gotta say, those two just resonated excitement, right?
Styles: Bro… I fell asleep during their interview.
Valentyne: Dude… it was all of thirty seconds!!
Styles; Which was twenty-nine seconds too long!!
Enforcer: I mean… he has a point.
Halsted: Fair enough!
Enforcer: I’m surprised that only about half of the active roster members showed up for this one but they probably shit themselves, turned tail and ran, when they realized all four of us would be in there as a united front.
Halsted: I have no doubt, brother… you foretold the Prophecy of The Outlawz earlier, today, after we changed the entire landscape of EWF at Evolution. I’ve had enough with these fuckin losers here. They all have excuses and losing records. It’s pathetic to think any of them can walk away the winner of the Imperial Insanity Battle Royal outside of one of us. I mean, c’mon, we have the silver spoons squad, the generic luchadors, the boring Canadians, the broken-down hardcore failures, the two silver spoons, the doped up loser, the overly-sexed pussy-whipped latinos, Bebop/Rocksteady/Shredder combo, the kid who cries under his daddy’s shadow, the street rats, and God knows how many filler guys. I feel like I’m stuck in a bad after school special.
Valentyne: I remember those!!
Styles: yeah, you just want to cheer on those little underdogs and hope they win!!
Enforcer: it’s a sickening thought that we were even forced to be in such a cesspool of low-rent talent but the pay-off is what we want. Cavanaugh and Lou have been locked into a war that needs to end and we need to step in and right the wrongs here in EWF.
Halsted: So it has been written, boys.
Styles: So, let it be done!!
Valentyne: Man… I just got goosebumps!!
Enforcer: Stick around, man… the rocket ship is about to launch and The Outlawz are taking this damn place over!!
Halsted: it’s just that simple, EWF Universe… there is nothing anyone can do about it now. They can talk down about my twenty-four world championships, but at the end of the day, my in-ring work… Hell, all of our in-ring work in EWF and beyond speaks for itself. We have earned everything that we hold in our possession and that will be no different in EWF.
Styles: Forget the Four Horsemen…
Valentyne: Forget Evolution…
Enforcer: We are the top of the EWF food chain!!
Halsted: We are The Outlawz and we are going to reign down the righteous side of Hell!!
Styles: Now, that’s a reason for me to light up.
Halsted: Oh no, brother… we’re just gonna light up the entire EWF roster at Imperial Insanity just like we destroyed all of their merch earlier this week.
Valentyne: Abso-fuckin-lutely!!
Enforcer: There’s just no stopping us, kids!!
Halsted: The clichés, the wanna-be’s, the has-been’s, the never-were’s, the upstarts, the “monsters”… They will all get tossed away by our hands! In fact, I’m making a little challenge with you guys.
Styles: Yeah, what’s that?
Halsted: How about we see which one of us can throw out the most between us on our way to secure the final four?
Enforcer: Oh… I like that!!
Valentyne: Hey… of course, you do, since you start at number one.
Styles: Yeah… how’s that gonna work if I’m number thirty?
Halsted: I dunno, guys, but I got a little wager of some new Jersey City’s finest beachfront property that says that I will throw the most out in the Battle Royal!
Valentyne: Alright… for that… I’m in!
::The Enforcer rolls his eyes and shrugs.::
Enforcer: Yeah… Count me in… Me and Justice need a nice place to stay while we have to appear in that filthy arena.
Styles: Yeah… alright… even though the deck is stacked against me on this one.
Halsted: Isn’t that what a Battle Royal is all about?
::Styles, Valentyne and Enforcer all nod in agreement.::
Halsted: There’s four of us and twenty-six of them.
Styles: I, actually, like those odds better than the ones for the beachfront property.
::The four men laugh as the scene fades to black. END SCENE.::
::A slick black 2021 BMW 7 Series M760i xDrive pulls up to the Global Luxury Suites at Jersey City Waterfront. Vin Halsted steps out of the car and tosses his keys to the valet. He’s wearing a custom made Kiton Men’s Light Grey Linen Suite with Mauri 4793 Adriano All-Over Alligator Wingtip Dress Shoes and his Rayban Wayfarer RB 2140 sunglasses. It’s about 6 pm on the night before EWF’s Imperial Insanity PPV and the sun about to set. The bellhop takes his travel bags out of the trunk before the valet parks Halsted’s pristine luxury sedan in the valet parking area. He tips the valet well, then walks into the luxury hotel’s lobby with the bellhop in tow. He looks over to see The Enforcer, Johnny Styles, and Hunter Valentine in the lobby waiting to greet their fellow Outlawz stablemate. Halsted smirks and walks over to his cohorts. He tips the bellboy before he parts ways with him.::
Halsted: Well, it looks like the gang’s all here!
Enforcer: Yeah… jeez, brother, who knew Jersey City was such a dump!!
Styles: Seriously, bro… thank God we found the only luxury hotel in town to stay in.
Valentyne: Yeah… no more roughing it on the road for us! Let those curtain-jerkers split the rat-infested rooms.
Styles: Yeah… we fancy!
Halsted: It’s as simple as this, guys… we earned everything we have by being the absolute best in this business for more than ten years. We climbed the ladders, we grabbed the brass rings, then we took over and owned every single fed we walked into. EWF is no different and there isn’t a damn soul who can do anything about it.
Styles: That’s why by having the four of us in the Imperial Insanity Battle Royal, we can shut every one of those poor bustards on the EWF roster up in one match!!
Halsted: It’s time we put our foot on their necks and ended their charades, hopes and dreams but taking out twenty-six pieces of trash all at once.
Valentyne: I think Enforcer said it best, brother… The prophecy has been made and we won’t anyone stand in our way!
Styles: I plan on smoking that Dank piece of shit as soon as I see him in the ring.
Enforcer: Not if I get to him first. He has a debt to repay me after our TV title match. I plan on cashing the receipt, tomorrow night.
Halsted: One of you absolutely will burn him up, but it doesn’t matter which one of us does it as long as he’s cleared out by the time the four of us are left standing as the Final Four. Let’s not get caught up on some worthless petty feud and stay focused on which one of us will walk out of there with the opportunity at the EWF World Heavyweight Championship. That’s all that matters, boys!
Valentyne: Don’t you need to keep an eye on that royal gnat?
Halsted: Nah, he’ll be in the trainer’s room getting treated for a Halsted Hangover after I tear him limb from limb in our EWF Old Glory Finals match.
Enforcer: That title will look good on you, brother!
::Halsted shrugs.::
Halsted: It’ll do for now, but you know how I feel about consolation prizes. That belt need me more than I need it and it will get the Halsted rub before I toss it aside for the bigger prizes in EWF. Then some poor midcard whore can have as their crowning career achievement when I’m done with it.
::Styes start preening up and down an imaginary runway while strutting like he’s wearing the new Old Glory Title. The rest of the crew starts to laugh.::
Styles: Oooh look at me, the EWF Old Glory Champion… this is the inaugural EWF belt that Vin Halsted won!!
Halsted: Exactly, Johnny… But enough about that, we have more important shit to take care of. I see that the “If I could Be Serious for a Moment” Canadian crew showed up after our little displays of mayhem and chaos. I gotta say, those two just resonated excitement, right?
Styles: Bro… I fell asleep during their interview.
Valentyne: Dude… it was all of thirty seconds!!
Styles; Which was twenty-nine seconds too long!!
Enforcer: I mean… he has a point.
Halsted: Fair enough!
Enforcer: I’m surprised that only about half of the active roster members showed up for this one but they probably shit themselves, turned tail and ran, when they realized all four of us would be in there as a united front.
Halsted: I have no doubt, brother… you foretold the Prophecy of The Outlawz earlier, today, after we changed the entire landscape of EWF at Evolution. I’ve had enough with these fuckin losers here. They all have excuses and losing records. It’s pathetic to think any of them can walk away the winner of the Imperial Insanity Battle Royal outside of one of us. I mean, c’mon, we have the silver spoons squad, the generic luchadors, the boring Canadians, the broken-down hardcore failures, the two silver spoons, the doped up loser, the overly-sexed pussy-whipped latinos, Bebop/Rocksteady/Shredder combo, the kid who cries under his daddy’s shadow, the street rats, and God knows how many filler guys. I feel like I’m stuck in a bad after school special.
Valentyne: I remember those!!
Styles: yeah, you just want to cheer on those little underdogs and hope they win!!
Enforcer: it’s a sickening thought that we were even forced to be in such a cesspool of low-rent talent but the pay-off is what we want. Cavanaugh and Lou have been locked into a war that needs to end and we need to step in and right the wrongs here in EWF.
Halsted: So it has been written, boys.
Styles: So, let it be done!!
Valentyne: Man… I just got goosebumps!!
Enforcer: Stick around, man… the rocket ship is about to launch and The Outlawz are taking this damn place over!!
Halsted: it’s just that simple, EWF Universe… there is nothing anyone can do about it now. They can talk down about my twenty-four world championships, but at the end of the day, my in-ring work… Hell, all of our in-ring work in EWF and beyond speaks for itself. We have earned everything that we hold in our possession and that will be no different in EWF.
Styles: Forget the Four Horsemen…
Valentyne: Forget Evolution…
Enforcer: We are the top of the EWF food chain!!
Halsted: We are The Outlawz and we are going to reign down the righteous side of Hell!!
Styles: Now, that’s a reason for me to light up.
Halsted: Oh no, brother… we’re just gonna light up the entire EWF roster at Imperial Insanity just like we destroyed all of their merch earlier this week.
Valentyne: Abso-fuckin-lutely!!
Enforcer: There’s just no stopping us, kids!!
Halsted: The clichés, the wanna-be’s, the has-been’s, the never-were’s, the upstarts, the “monsters”… They will all get tossed away by our hands! In fact, I’m making a little challenge with you guys.
Styles: Yeah, what’s that?
Halsted: How about we see which one of us can throw out the most between us on our way to secure the final four?
Enforcer: Oh… I like that!!
Valentyne: Hey… of course, you do, since you start at number one.
Styles: Yeah… how’s that gonna work if I’m number thirty?
Halsted: I dunno, guys, but I got a little wager of some new Jersey City’s finest beachfront property that says that I will throw the most out in the Battle Royal!
Valentyne: Alright… for that… I’m in!
::The Enforcer rolls his eyes and shrugs.::
Enforcer: Yeah… Count me in… Me and Justice need a nice place to stay while we have to appear in that filthy arena.
Styles: Yeah… alright… even though the deck is stacked against me on this one.
Halsted: Isn’t that what a Battle Royal is all about?
::Styles, Valentyne and Enforcer all nod in agreement.::
Halsted: There’s four of us and twenty-six of them.
Styles: I, actually, like those odds better than the ones for the beachfront property.
::The four men laugh as the scene fades to black. END SCENE.::