Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 13:12:14 GMT
Due to technical difficulties, we couldn't air "Eagle's Nest Live!" in its original form this past Monday on Sacrifice. Thankfully, we here at IWF.com would like to present this portion of the show in its entirety.
{ We cut back to the stage in Boston to find an unusual sight. We find an almost-exact replica of a common den that you’d find in most American houses, featuring photos and other memorabilia on its walls, a black leather sofa, a 55-inch high-definiation “smart” TV with Skype plus the other bells and whistles, and a large, white dry-erase board above the monitor that reads “REDEMPTION WHAT?! EAGLE’S NEST LIVE IS BACK!!” in black marker. }
Vasco Dias: Oh no...don’t tell me we get to see THIS again?!
Terri Morasco: Well my friends...looks like it’s time for the IWF debut of “Eagle’s Nest Live!” with Jack Gaither!
Vasco Dias: Great. Juuuuuuust great…
{ Rage Against the Machine’s “Bulls on Parade” begins to play as Jack Gaither--sporting a gold “IWF Alumni” golfer’s polo shirt, blue jeans, and leather cowboy boots, steps into the picture. A spiffy new “Eagle’s Nest Live!” coat of arms logo appears on the bottom-left corner of the screen, and for those keeping score at home, a ticker on the bottomdisplays Twitter messages using the hashtag “#EaglesNestLive.” }
Jack Gaither: Well, well...lookie what we have here! Ain’t it great to be back...in Boston?!
{ The Boston fans cheer as Jack gazes around his newly-redesigned set. }
Jack Gaither: I gotta admit, Boston has been--and always will be--one of my FAVORITE stops with any promotion I’ve ever been in...and IWF ain’t no damn exception. And what better way could I do somethin’ about bein’ here in this grand ol’ barn...but bring back the most celebrated interview segment in all of wrasslin’, “Eagle’s Nest Live!”
{ The fans go wild once more as Jack’s grin grows wider by the second. }
Jack Gaither: Ain’t this set lookin’ nice? I mean, shit...y’all can have yourselves a l’il orgy in here and nobody would pay it no mind. But on this here program, the only thing I promote...is sayin’ what ya want, whenever ya want, and however ya want. Except there’s one l’il condition--on this here program, I am the judge, jury, and--
Fiona McFly (interrupting off-screen): Wait a minute...no, no, NO!!!
{ The crowd goes apeshit as Fiona McFly, sporting a red “Trump-Pence 2016” T-shirt, khaki shorts, and white Nike golf shoes, strolls onto the set, twirling her trusty leather bullwhip and cracking it, causing her fiancee to take a step backward. }
Fiona McFly: What kind of rubbish is this?! You...proclaiming to be the “judge and jury” of this programme?! I don’t think so...hunny-bunny!
{ Jack’s smile fizzles as he shakes his head. }
Jack Gaither: Babe...this show is my concept--always has been for the last four years.
Fiona McFly: Not anymore. You see, whilst I fully understand that you WANT to do something of a different capacity in IWF, it still boils down to one simple fact--that EVERYTHING you’ve touched in regards to this “talk show” has turned into outright anarchy. So with that in mind, and you can personally thank Mr. Simon de Montfort, this programme...is going to have a co-hostess, one that will keep ALL toes--including yours--in line. And what better personality to serve as the co-hostess of “Eagle’s Nest Live!”...without the FUTURE of the IWF Diamonds division!
{ The gallery roars with delight with this bit of news. Jack, to his credit, can only shake his head in disbelief. }
Jack Gaither: Now, now...I hope ya do realize that ENL does have a tendency to become a l’il...rowdy...as you suggest, right?
Fiona McFly: Of course I do! But I look at things like this...you can’t have Pat Sajak on the tele without Vanna White by his side--so here, you can’t have Jack Gaither without the lovely darling Fiona McFly, right? Because if you decline...let’s just say my Cat O’ Nine Tails needs a little target practice!
{ Fiona smiles, twirling her whip before cracking it again--twice. Jack, realizing that he’s not going to win this argument, simply bobs his head in approval. }
Fiona McFly: Good! With that in mind--
Jack Gaither (interrupting): With THAT in mind, I think it’s time we get this here shindig started with our inaugural special guest, right? Well...he’s a Hall of Famer--
Fiona McFly (interrupting): ….a complete piece of shite…
{ Jack chuckles out loud. }
Jack Gaither: That...plus he’s got a l’il bit of ‘splainin’ to do after the vents of Lineage. Ladies, gents, Republicans and Democrats...we give you SPIKE KANE!!!
{The boos from the crowd almost sound like thunder as Spike Kane walks onto the set, donning his new “All Bloody Hail!” T-shirt, cut off camo shorts, and an InFamous cap. He walks up to both Jack and Fiona, but doesn't offer his hand to either before sitting down.}
Spike Kane: Nice digs, right? A bit if a step up from my old Spike TV set….but don't be thinking there's any orgies going on tonight….
{ Both Jack and Fiona laugh out loud as they take positions on dual swiveling office chairs that are situated behind an oak desk, allowing their guest to be comforable on the sofa. }
Jack Gaither: Shit...if ANYONE wants to have an orgy ‘round here, then I strongly suggest ya call Laura what’s-her-face. I hear she comes with more tits and ass on her than that Makosi chick from a series of Big Brother UK.
{ The Northern Irishwoman clears her throat, poking her fiancee in the ribs for that smart-ass comment...if there ever was one to be had. }
Fiona McFly: Only Jack Gaither would stoop to such terrible puns. At least I’m not the one who has the...Spike-y hairstyle.
Jack Gaither: PFFFFFT..and who says *I* make the bad puns in our house, huh?! Anyhoo, let’s get down to it, shall we?
Fiona McFly: I was hoping I’d play with that gentleman on the sofa for a while longer...if only ‘cause I want HIM to realise just how much it truly hurts to be fooled around in the manner similar to how he’s fooled all of us. Myself, Jack...even our dearest lovely Johnny Gillmen.
{ The crowd cheers at the mention of Johnny’s name. }
Jack Gaither: Okie-doke, so yeah Spikey-dude...like, what’s the haps? You’ve got lots and lots and lots and lots--
{ Fiona smacks Jack across the back of his hand with her hand viciously. }
Jack Gaither: YIPE!
Fiona McFly: Like he was saying...Spike, explain yourself what happened at Lineage. And unlike Hillary Clinton...tell the truth.
Spike Kane: Don't bring your circus of an election into this. Especially whilst wearing that joke of a T-shirt, oh and Jackey boy….we just call it big brother. Truth is, I don't have to answer your question if I don't want to. I'm not just your guest, I'm Spike Kane. The single most decorated superstar in this business, an nCw hall of fame member, and an IWF hall of fame member. However, I'll indulge you two twits. You see….I had a point to prove. I had a message to send, to the entire roster, and to Warren specifically. Mainly? You don't fuck with Spike Kane….and secondly? You don't trust Spike Kane. I put this to you Fiona, my fellow Belfast born beauty…..I've never loved Warren. Yet he only loved me when he thought I was dying….so who is the real fraud?
{Spike smirks at them, giving Fiona a quick wink, more to wind Gaither up than anything. Jack gives Spike that classic “you Klingon bastard” look--eyes wide open, and a scowl that’s as big as Texas. Yet Fiona is able to chime in before things go out of hand.}
Fiona McFly: Wait a minute...wait a gorram minute. Are you trying to tell US...that you had been faking cancer ever since your match with Mr. Gillmen--his first one in IWF mind you--and that you are, in fact, one hundred per cent again!?!
{ Jack perks both brows up before mustering a scowl, knowing full well that the cat is out of the bag. }
Jack Gaither: Jesus, it’s a fuckin’ miracle. Even if it says so on paper, you, though..are no Hall of Famer in my eyes--and the eyes of others, ESPECIALLY Warren. Ya ain’t even a lousy sumbitch with a twenty-year career and an ego problem--oh noooo, you’ve graduated to the sort. You...are a FRAUD--a fraud with no conscience, no soul, and like what Johnny was tryin’ to use as a common theme in his shoot earlier this evenin’...a man with no heart and character.
Fiona McFly: You should be ASHAMED of yourself. In fact, what I ought to do is take my bullwhip and crack it on YOU--that’ll make things between you and me all even. But...before the hormones get a little on the riotous side, what have you got to say for yourself...you naughty, naughty little darling you?!
{Spike simply smirks at the couple}
Spike Kane: Like either of you have the right to call anyone a fraud? Typical Gaither tactic though, right? Anything to excuse twenty years of accolades, match of the year awards, championships, everything...just to make you feel better about yourself. I am the most decorated superstar IWF has ever, and will ever see. You two? You're happy enough to wallow in mediocrity. Not me. Not my son either. Warren will come back stronger than ever, with a passion like never seen before….you can count on that.
{ Fiona sighs to herself, shaking her head as Jack develops a sly grin on his mug, itching to get the last laugh. }
Jack Gaither: Yeah yeah yeahhhh...just keep on talkin’ bubba, you’re gonna get the Zika virus. Lemme tell YOU somethin’ sunshine...EVERYBODY pays the piper. EVERYBODY’S gotta fork over a supreme price for their mistakes, and ya wanna know somethin’ else?! Awards and accolades don’t mean JACK SHIT in the real world--it’s all about heart and character, and as Christ as my witness, I WILL tell ya straightforward. Ya ain’t got none, you’re a fraud who demeans the great folks of your own residence, and that’s all I’m gonna say about that!
{ Fiona grits her teeth. }
Fiona McFly: You can thank Mr. de Montfort for what I’m about to say...on a live microphone, no less. I didn’t need to resort to this manner in order to win this year’s Iron Maiden or reach the semifinal of the Heiress series when others laughed at me for wanting to be the FUTURE of the IWF women’s division, but you...you’ve left me with no choice. You lack compassion, you lack soul, you lack conscience...and from the bottom of my heart, I will say the one thing to you that I’ve been dying to say for a full years’ time--in a dialect that only YOU can understand…
{ Fiona stands up, picking her trusty whip off the top of the desk as the crowd comes to a crescendo. }
Fiona McFly: Dul abhaile agus a fuck tú féin, tú cunt slimy!
{ The Boston crowd goes apeshit over McFly’s very rare use of the Irish tongue--not to mention her use of the proverbial “colorful metaphor.” }
Terri Morasco: Wow…
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{ We cut back to the stage in Boston to find an unusual sight. We find an almost-exact replica of a common den that you’d find in most American houses, featuring photos and other memorabilia on its walls, a black leather sofa, a 55-inch high-definiation “smart” TV with Skype plus the other bells and whistles, and a large, white dry-erase board above the monitor that reads “REDEMPTION WHAT?! EAGLE’S NEST LIVE IS BACK!!” in black marker. }
Vasco Dias: Oh no...don’t tell me we get to see THIS again?!
Terri Morasco: Well my friends...looks like it’s time for the IWF debut of “Eagle’s Nest Live!” with Jack Gaither!
Vasco Dias: Great. Juuuuuuust great…
{ Rage Against the Machine’s “Bulls on Parade” begins to play as Jack Gaither--sporting a gold “IWF Alumni” golfer’s polo shirt, blue jeans, and leather cowboy boots, steps into the picture. A spiffy new “Eagle’s Nest Live!” coat of arms logo appears on the bottom-left corner of the screen, and for those keeping score at home, a ticker on the bottomdisplays Twitter messages using the hashtag “#EaglesNestLive.” }
Jack Gaither: Well, well...lookie what we have here! Ain’t it great to be back...in Boston?!
{ The Boston fans cheer as Jack gazes around his newly-redesigned set. }
Jack Gaither: I gotta admit, Boston has been--and always will be--one of my FAVORITE stops with any promotion I’ve ever been in...and IWF ain’t no damn exception. And what better way could I do somethin’ about bein’ here in this grand ol’ barn...but bring back the most celebrated interview segment in all of wrasslin’, “Eagle’s Nest Live!”
{ The fans go wild once more as Jack’s grin grows wider by the second. }
Jack Gaither: Ain’t this set lookin’ nice? I mean, shit...y’all can have yourselves a l’il orgy in here and nobody would pay it no mind. But on this here program, the only thing I promote...is sayin’ what ya want, whenever ya want, and however ya want. Except there’s one l’il condition--on this here program, I am the judge, jury, and--
Fiona McFly (interrupting off-screen): Wait a minute...no, no, NO!!!
{ The crowd goes apeshit as Fiona McFly, sporting a red “Trump-Pence 2016” T-shirt, khaki shorts, and white Nike golf shoes, strolls onto the set, twirling her trusty leather bullwhip and cracking it, causing her fiancee to take a step backward. }
Fiona McFly: What kind of rubbish is this?! You...proclaiming to be the “judge and jury” of this programme?! I don’t think so...hunny-bunny!
{ Jack’s smile fizzles as he shakes his head. }
Jack Gaither: Babe...this show is my concept--always has been for the last four years.
Fiona McFly: Not anymore. You see, whilst I fully understand that you WANT to do something of a different capacity in IWF, it still boils down to one simple fact--that EVERYTHING you’ve touched in regards to this “talk show” has turned into outright anarchy. So with that in mind, and you can personally thank Mr. Simon de Montfort, this programme...is going to have a co-hostess, one that will keep ALL toes--including yours--in line. And what better personality to serve as the co-hostess of “Eagle’s Nest Live!”...without the FUTURE of the IWF Diamonds division!
{ The gallery roars with delight with this bit of news. Jack, to his credit, can only shake his head in disbelief. }
Jack Gaither: Now, now...I hope ya do realize that ENL does have a tendency to become a l’il...rowdy...as you suggest, right?
Fiona McFly: Of course I do! But I look at things like this...you can’t have Pat Sajak on the tele without Vanna White by his side--so here, you can’t have Jack Gaither without the lovely darling Fiona McFly, right? Because if you decline...let’s just say my Cat O’ Nine Tails needs a little target practice!
{ Fiona smiles, twirling her whip before cracking it again--twice. Jack, realizing that he’s not going to win this argument, simply bobs his head in approval. }
Fiona McFly: Good! With that in mind--
Jack Gaither (interrupting): With THAT in mind, I think it’s time we get this here shindig started with our inaugural special guest, right? Well...he’s a Hall of Famer--
Fiona McFly (interrupting): ….a complete piece of shite…
{ Jack chuckles out loud. }
Jack Gaither: That...plus he’s got a l’il bit of ‘splainin’ to do after the vents of Lineage. Ladies, gents, Republicans and Democrats...we give you SPIKE KANE!!!
{The boos from the crowd almost sound like thunder as Spike Kane walks onto the set, donning his new “All Bloody Hail!” T-shirt, cut off camo shorts, and an InFamous cap. He walks up to both Jack and Fiona, but doesn't offer his hand to either before sitting down.}
Spike Kane: Nice digs, right? A bit if a step up from my old Spike TV set….but don't be thinking there's any orgies going on tonight….
{ Both Jack and Fiona laugh out loud as they take positions on dual swiveling office chairs that are situated behind an oak desk, allowing their guest to be comforable on the sofa. }
Jack Gaither: Shit...if ANYONE wants to have an orgy ‘round here, then I strongly suggest ya call Laura what’s-her-face. I hear she comes with more tits and ass on her than that Makosi chick from a series of Big Brother UK.
{ The Northern Irishwoman clears her throat, poking her fiancee in the ribs for that smart-ass comment...if there ever was one to be had. }
Fiona McFly: Only Jack Gaither would stoop to such terrible puns. At least I’m not the one who has the...Spike-y hairstyle.
Jack Gaither: PFFFFFT..and who says *I* make the bad puns in our house, huh?! Anyhoo, let’s get down to it, shall we?
Fiona McFly: I was hoping I’d play with that gentleman on the sofa for a while longer...if only ‘cause I want HIM to realise just how much it truly hurts to be fooled around in the manner similar to how he’s fooled all of us. Myself, Jack...even our dearest lovely Johnny Gillmen.
{ The crowd cheers at the mention of Johnny’s name. }
Jack Gaither: Okie-doke, so yeah Spikey-dude...like, what’s the haps? You’ve got lots and lots and lots and lots--
{ Fiona smacks Jack across the back of his hand with her hand viciously. }
Jack Gaither: YIPE!
Fiona McFly: Like he was saying...Spike, explain yourself what happened at Lineage. And unlike Hillary Clinton...tell the truth.
Spike Kane: Don't bring your circus of an election into this. Especially whilst wearing that joke of a T-shirt, oh and Jackey boy….we just call it big brother. Truth is, I don't have to answer your question if I don't want to. I'm not just your guest, I'm Spike Kane. The single most decorated superstar in this business, an nCw hall of fame member, and an IWF hall of fame member. However, I'll indulge you two twits. You see….I had a point to prove. I had a message to send, to the entire roster, and to Warren specifically. Mainly? You don't fuck with Spike Kane….and secondly? You don't trust Spike Kane. I put this to you Fiona, my fellow Belfast born beauty…..I've never loved Warren. Yet he only loved me when he thought I was dying….so who is the real fraud?
{Spike smirks at them, giving Fiona a quick wink, more to wind Gaither up than anything. Jack gives Spike that classic “you Klingon bastard” look--eyes wide open, and a scowl that’s as big as Texas. Yet Fiona is able to chime in before things go out of hand.}
Fiona McFly: Wait a minute...wait a gorram minute. Are you trying to tell US...that you had been faking cancer ever since your match with Mr. Gillmen--his first one in IWF mind you--and that you are, in fact, one hundred per cent again!?!
{ Jack perks both brows up before mustering a scowl, knowing full well that the cat is out of the bag. }
Jack Gaither: Jesus, it’s a fuckin’ miracle. Even if it says so on paper, you, though..are no Hall of Famer in my eyes--and the eyes of others, ESPECIALLY Warren. Ya ain’t even a lousy sumbitch with a twenty-year career and an ego problem--oh noooo, you’ve graduated to the sort. You...are a FRAUD--a fraud with no conscience, no soul, and like what Johnny was tryin’ to use as a common theme in his shoot earlier this evenin’...a man with no heart and character.
Fiona McFly: You should be ASHAMED of yourself. In fact, what I ought to do is take my bullwhip and crack it on YOU--that’ll make things between you and me all even. But...before the hormones get a little on the riotous side, what have you got to say for yourself...you naughty, naughty little darling you?!
{Spike simply smirks at the couple}
Spike Kane: Like either of you have the right to call anyone a fraud? Typical Gaither tactic though, right? Anything to excuse twenty years of accolades, match of the year awards, championships, everything...just to make you feel better about yourself. I am the most decorated superstar IWF has ever, and will ever see. You two? You're happy enough to wallow in mediocrity. Not me. Not my son either. Warren will come back stronger than ever, with a passion like never seen before….you can count on that.
{ Fiona sighs to herself, shaking her head as Jack develops a sly grin on his mug, itching to get the last laugh. }
Jack Gaither: Yeah yeah yeahhhh...just keep on talkin’ bubba, you’re gonna get the Zika virus. Lemme tell YOU somethin’ sunshine...EVERYBODY pays the piper. EVERYBODY’S gotta fork over a supreme price for their mistakes, and ya wanna know somethin’ else?! Awards and accolades don’t mean JACK SHIT in the real world--it’s all about heart and character, and as Christ as my witness, I WILL tell ya straightforward. Ya ain’t got none, you’re a fraud who demeans the great folks of your own residence, and that’s all I’m gonna say about that!
{ Fiona grits her teeth. }
Fiona McFly: You can thank Mr. de Montfort for what I’m about to say...on a live microphone, no less. I didn’t need to resort to this manner in order to win this year’s Iron Maiden or reach the semifinal of the Heiress series when others laughed at me for wanting to be the FUTURE of the IWF women’s division, but you...you’ve left me with no choice. You lack compassion, you lack soul, you lack conscience...and from the bottom of my heart, I will say the one thing to you that I’ve been dying to say for a full years’ time--in a dialect that only YOU can understand…
{ Fiona stands up, picking her trusty whip off the top of the desk as the crowd comes to a crescendo. }
Fiona McFly: Dul abhaile agus a fuck tú féin, tú cunt slimy!
{ The Boston crowd goes apeshit over McFly’s very rare use of the Irish tongue--not to mention her use of the proverbial “colorful metaphor.” }
Terri Morasco: Wow…