Post by ADudeFromCLE on Apr 30, 2017 21:55:57 GMT
After Monday Night Sacrifice Monday, April 17, 2017 Chrysler Center, Ann Arbor, Michigan.
The Renegades private locker room in the Chrysler Center in Ann Arbor MI. Shortly after Sacrifice went off the air, the locker room is empty save for a couple of bags over by the lockers. The shower in the backroom cuts off a few minutes later Will, wearing just a towel around his waist and one over his head comes walking into the locker room from the back room.
"So I was thinking we get some soul food while we here in Motown."
Only silence responds to him, he wipes his face and removes the towel off of his head and looks around.
"Where da fuck did everyone go?"
He looks around the room as if someone is going to come jumping out at him, but no one else is there, just a lone note left on his bag. He sits down resting the towel that was on his head over his shoulders, he grabs the letter and opens it, reading it his face goes from confusion, to disbelief to chuckling.
"Dis stupid jit. Well...I guess that is that for now."
He shrugs to himself as the door to his locker room swings open and bursts in Grandpa Kaos.
"WOOOO! WHOS READ TO GET SOME SOUL FOOD!"
"Just you and me gramps."
"What? Where's my granddaughter and your hobbit brother?"
Will hands him the letter as he walks off back to the back room again, then comes back out in a pair of jeans hanging off his ass.
"So....they ran off to elope in Vegas?"
"Seems like."
"And, they don't know when they are coming back?"
"Dat's what it says."
"Have you tried callin them?"
"Naw fuck that if this is what that idiot wants to do den fuck em, it’s his life to fuck up."
Grandpa Kaos thinks for a second then nods in agreement.
"You know what my boy, this is a blessing. An opportunity. A gift if you will."
Will just looks at him confused as he tosses on a white fitted tank top then a fancy white and gold button down shirt over top of that.
"How ya figure?"
"Because my boy...now, like he said in his letter here, it's time for you to bust heads and show people whatcha all about. My boy, we are going to make you a STAR!"
"I just wanna wrestle yo."
"And wrestle you will my boy! Wooo! Let me make a call."
Grandpa Kaos pulls out his phone and hits a speed dial number, a few seconds later.
"Riley my dear is Sergei here. Sergei Kaos, yes the new managers for The Renegades, darling listen. Chris...ah so you got a notice from him also yes, apparently Chris is taking an undisclosed amount of time off but...Will however is not. And unlike last time Chris went to go do his own thing, this time Will needs something to do.....yes a match next week would be perfect. I'm thinking someone hot and up and coming, someone on the rise, someone that could push Will in his first match but also showcase what he's all about...who? Why...yes actually that would be perfect, thank you Riley talk to you soon."
Grandpa Kaos hangs up his phone as Will slides on his clean white Air Force 1's.
"Well...who ya got? Cable Arcane? Andrew Jacobsen? That fucker Spike Kane?"
"Even better my boy!"
They just stare at each other for a few seconds.
"So...."
"You will be making your IWF singles debut against the one and only Jayson Mathews!"
Will was expecting someone, anyone else but he thinks about it for a second then shrugs.
"Cool J-Dawg is a good cat that should be a fun match."
"Son this is going to be the start of something great you just watch and see, let me make a few more calls we got to get you some new suits, a new look, maybe a few watches, total make over Will, you'll be a champion by the time I'm done with you just wait and see!"
Grandpa Kaos storms out of the room while dialing away on his phone, Will just scratches the back of his head.
"Dawg, I just wanna wrestle, whattever comes of that does..."
We open up in front of a huge black IWF Banner advertising the upcoming Sacrifice show in Toledo Ohio. Grandpa Kaos is standing in front of it in a perfectly tailored gray 3 piece suit.
"Hello and welcome IWF faithful! Man what a show last week huh? Was that some crazy shit or what? I know you all tuned in just like I did to see the ups and downs of our IWF superstars and man was last week a roller coaster of emotions, from what we now know could have been The Renegades last tag team match ever, to the return of the prodigal son Warren Kane. But man, the hits just keep hitting right folks? And now we are onto the next show right here in the middle of the heartland of America, Toledo Michigan!"
Grandpa Kaos looks off camera with a raised eyebrow.
"Wait really? This is Ohio? Ok sorry about that folks, I never did any business in this area so I am not familiar with it I didn't know we were across the state lines, this week right here in Toledo Ohio do we ever have a treat for you folks. Last week, last week was a downer, my boy's they didn’t face off too well against the Lost Boys, and they, the Lost Boy's that is, came away with a hard earned, well fought victory."
Grandpa Kaos claps for them. Not sarcastically, but an actual genuine clap.
"Great showing boys that was a great match and I for one cannot wait to see what you two do in the future. BUT. That's not why you are here today is it folks? No, no today you are here to be a part of history, to witness a dawning of a new era.
Now, as I alluded to earlier, this past week we may have seen the end of The Renegades as one of the brothers, Chris, and his fiancé, my granddaughter, decided to fuck off the rest of the family and run off to Vegas to elope and have their honeymoon."
Sergei doesn’t look happy about this, but such is life.
"But as they say, the show must go on, and The Renegades had TWO members in their team not just one, so while one is off running around being...what the word?"
He looks off camera again and we hear lightly someone say the word "jit"
"Right, off being a little jit, whatever that means. While he’s off doing that, I now get the opportunity to introduce to you fine folks at home your newest singles competitor, and FUTRE IWF Champion. He stands at five foot ten, a lean mean cut two hundred and FIFTEEN pounds of walking suplexes, he's the mean machine, the suplex savant, the destroyer of limbs, the conquistador of concussions, the one, the only, Atlanta Pitbull himself, WILL FENELL!!!!"
Grandpa Kaos holds his arms out to introduce Will who walks on camera, wearing a black finely tailored black 3 piece suit, sans the tie, and a pair of aviator glasses, he looks a bit uncomfortable in the clothing, but he makes it work.
Will Confession Cam.
"I'll be honest, I'm not a suit dude, pair of ratted up jeans and a t-shirt and I'll make dat shit look fly ya know what I'm saying? But Sergei, well he done think dat if I dress the part, I'll be da part, and ya know what, da way shit's being going here in the IWF for us, might as well take the chance right? And see what happens, fuck it.""Take a good hard look boy's because this right here!"
He motions up an down "showing" off Will.
"This right here is what the future looks like, this right here is what the future of the IWF and ALL its championships look like. With my guidance and this man's god given abilities he WILL raise to the top of the company and he WILL put anyone who gets in his way square on their...what’s the word you use, dome?"
Will nods and takes a small step in front of Sergei taking the glasses off and tucking them into his shirt.
"Don't get it twisted boy's the packaging may have changed, but the same ol pitbull still resides in dis here body. It's been a long time coming for me to go out der and showcase what I can do, what I know I am better than ANYONE else in this company of doing, and that's going out to dat right, and out WRESTLIN' ANYONE who done get in my way.
See boy's, what some of yall might not know is dis, I've always wanted, dis, DIS right here in the IWF, dis is what I've always wanted to do since I was a wee little jit growing up in da Southside of Atlanta. It's well documented that I am a very accomplished Olympic level wrestler, but for years, I've been trying to keep dis Renegades thing alive for me and my brother to enjoy, TOGETHER, always putin’ him over first, making sure the little one got his shine, his spotlight before I ever did, because I never cared about dat shit, I just want to bust heads and collect my check. But now...now dat dumb ass has left me high and dry well...now I want to bust heads, and collect gold.
I've done held every tag team strap there is to hold in dis world, from Africa to Japan to Russia, I've been everywhere, and we've won, everywhere. But now, now it's my time to get my grind on and prove to myself, and to all of y’all, that I am what I say I am, pound for pound HE BEST GOD DAMN WRESTLER IN THE WORLD.
That's why, as much as this situation with my brother and his bitch is frustrating and annoying, I'm going to take this opportunity by the horns and make it MY BITCH.
And I couldn’t be happier that my first match, my first singles match ever here in the IWF is with what one man called the HEART of the IWF. The SOUL of the IWF. And to be honest, I don't think I can argue wit dat man because that is what you are Jayson.
Jayson Mathews, is the heart and soul of the IWF, they could have tossed me in the ring with anyone, and it would have been a good match, but they are pitting me against my own boy? Shit, this is going to be a barn burner. I know, some people think of Jayson as a joke, as bum, that he shouldn’t be here in the IWF at all, but dem people, dem people be wrong. Jayson, he will push me, even though he aint even close to being on the same level as a WRESTLER as me, he is a FIGHTER, and that kid knows no quit.
I love it.
Jayson will fight me bell to bell, and ya know what, he's the type of cat that after the bell, after I take him on a tour of Boom City, where I am the mayor, show him the sites like the Ghetto University, where I am also the dean, and then give him the key to the city when I lock in the Dirty South Lock and he is forced to tap out, after all dat, he'll shake my hand, laugh, and say “let’s do it again”.
FUCK YES.
I love shit like that, I love cats like that, no fucking excuses, no fucking crying, win or lose this kid just wants to compete, and we will Jayson, oh boy are we ever going to compete. So I'll see ya down in dat ring boy, bring ya best because ya damn well know I'm going to bring mine.
Let the best man win partner"
He gives the camera a 2 sweet before cutting to black.
Well howdy there pardner.