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Pioneer Wrestling Association :: PWA-ON-DEMAND :: Archives :: Rampage - Chaos July 25th :: McNasty & Flynn vs. Raizzor & T-Wolf Author Topic: McNasty & Flynn vs. Raizzor & T-Wolf (Read 267 times) Chamelion Administrator PWA Owner member is offline Your AWESOME PWA World Champion! Joined: May 2006 Gender: Male Posts: 2,314 Location: Earth McNasty & Flynn vs. Raizzor & T-Wolf « Thread Started on Jul 18, 2008, 10:57pm » UFT Round One Match #4 Mark McNasty & Jamie Flynn vs. Raizzor & T-Wolf (Normal RP rules apply) Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Owner Sandra to Wilkie: Come on, Alex. We're wrestlers, not basement virgins. Chamelion Administrator PWA Owner member is offline Your AWESOME PWA World Champion! Joined: May 2006 Gender: Male Posts: 2,314 Location: Earth Re: McNasty & Flynn vs. Raizzor & T-Wolf « Reply #1 on Jul 21, 2008, 10:25pm » As the evening glow of the sun begins to nestle itself behind the jagged edges of the Red Rock Canyon, Raizzor steps through the sand and dirt, the crunch of his boots against the grit accompany the deep breaths he takes as he finishes his hike through the canyons in the Mojave desert. Raizzor chose to complete the six+ mile hike and followed the trails leading over 1000ft in elevation. In fact, the guide he was with found himself straining to keep up with Raizzor’s pace, and reluctantly the Soul-Taker had to slow down and allow the guide to dictate the rest of the hike. As they drew near the end, Raizzor silently opted to next time go it alone. However, he appreciated the location, close to his home and that of him gym located in downtown Vegas. Wiping his brow, he stands tall and admires the scenery. His mind, however, is filled with thoughts on the upcoming challenge he is set to face. Finally, after so long he will earn a chance to step back into the ring with a man who has mocked him for far too long, and is set to pay a very heavy price. “McNasty… week after week, I hear whispers from the shadows about how you puff your chest over your single victory over me six months ago. A victory that if you recall, started out with my clear and decisive pinfall over you. A fall, that had it occurred just weeks prior in the BWF would have landed your BWF world championship on my shoulders. In those three seconds, you were dethroned not once, but twice by my family… and the two subsequent pins to win that match? They simply opened the door for a new beginning for you. And I will admit you have taken the ball and ran with it since then.” “However, I claimed world championship gold here before you could… it’s something that I will always hold over you… and took over control of the entire federation while you scraped along with your buddy Wilkie and fail in an attempt to become tag team champions. These set backs didn’t deter you, however, and it’s that sort of determination that raises you above the regular folk… the problem is, you’ve allowed your ego to inflate to the point where you can not see clearly what stands in front of you.” “This tournament, designed to pair random people together to chase after the coveted PWA Tag-Team Championships, has created what many in the industry would label as a ‘Dream Team’. Myself, and my partner, T-Wolf. It’s this sort of power that usually leads to a total domination of the sport, and with those titles merely a few weeks away… they are but a small prize compared to something I have been waiting for even more… the chance to rectify the situation and prove to you that you are, with out a doubt, the most decorated, longest running fluke this federation has ever seen.” Moving back down the trails towards his car, he fishes the keys from his pocket and continues. “I make a promise here and now, that when we clash on Friday… my eyes will be set firmly on you, and the punishment and pain you’ve experienced in your battles with Phoenix will not compare to the torture you will endure at my hands. I will make your claims paper thin, your boasts of victory over me weak as thin ice crackling in the heat of a spring sun.. and your confidence shatter like a bat through a windshield.” “It should already be flimsy, for as world champion you have defiled that title since claiming it as your own. Shunning media appearances, too busy with your own world to do your part and taking time off, while others including Phoenix continued to put their bodies on the line to do their job.. and then this last week, with your fiasco with Deacon Frost… you have sullied the vision of what a true World Champion is all about. Lazarus may have only held the title for one month, but he fought week in and week out to the best of his ability… accepting draws in matches due to outside interference rather then just run and hide… and myself, defeating both Project X and surviving an Elimination Chamber match… eager to face Lex Demise at the next PPV only to be swindled by my own brother as I successfully made Demise tap.” His brow furrows as he thinks of that event, but he shrugs off any menacing thoughts for his brother, keeping his focus on the here and now. “I saw you argue to Phoenix that you needed that time off, a chance to recuperate. Of course you did McNasty.. because you can’t run with the big dogs without becoming winded… it’s easily explained in your weekly excuses… and may be the only reason you were barely.. and I can not stress this strongly enough… barely able to survive Phoenix at A Farewell to Arms. In this marathon called the PWA, you’re don’t have the conditioning to keep up. Friday, I will serve you notice that your time as World Champion is drawing close to an end… and perhaps Gabe Shelly will himself rectify an error that lasted three months in the last incarnation of the BWF and finally overcome the adversity that is Mark McNasty. That is, if there is anything left of you once I’ve taken my share.” He reaches the car and pulls open the rear passenger door. Flipping open a small blue cooler, he brings out a bottle of water and replenishes himself before turning his attention elsewhere. “Jamie Flynn. You are an interesting sort. You play your lot close to the vest, you don’t go out of your way to comment on that which you deem ‘obvious’ and simply nod your head when you complete your tasks, or walk away accepting things when they do not go your way. There is an emotional investment in this match between myself and McNasty, and on most occasions I would believe you to be one to let that go on unmolested. Sadly, as you are stuck with McNasty as your partner, you will likely feel obligated to watch his back for as long as it remains necessary to complete your assigned task; the culmination of this tournament and the award of Tag-Team Gold.” Another sip, lighter this time just to wet his lips. “So, I know I will be wasting my breath to warn you to stay out of my business. Instead, I will simply give you a different warning to heed; keep this TO business and we will face off in that ring man to man. I know you will do what it takes to overcome the odds of the Raizzor/T-Wolf combination and I accept that. Just be aware that McNasty’s soul belongs to me when that bell rings and ends the match, no matter the outcome.” “I also understand, that due to Matthews arrival here in the PWA, you will be hard pressed to split your focus between this tournament and his challenge at Summer Sizzler… I can only offer that I will attempt to lighten your load by ending your bid in this tournament as early as possible.” A whisper of a smile ghosts Raizzor’s lips. “There is a touch of humor in my last statement, a bad habit I seem to have picked up from my brother… fearing that Matthews will be any sort of real challenge for your I.C. Title is a bit of an overstatement. But as you yourself have certified, you overestimate your opponents, rather then underestimate and that is a solid belief to stand by.” “The fact that you do not weigh yourself down with unnecessary exposition is a welcome change of pace. I know I will get a cliff-notes version of your beliefs when I hear back from you and only the pertinent information will be passed back. Not like McNasty, who likes to infuse 4th grade humor into his bits, or even my partner T-Wolf whose usual spiel requires a two-DVD set to contain. I can’t even say my own time here is finely tuned, but when you’ve been sitting behind a desk as long as I have… the desire to take matters into my own hands has created a build up of thoughts that do take a few moments to expound.” Finishing the bottle, he crumples it and tosses it in the backseat and closes the door. He then props open the drivers side door and leans over the lip, his face going blank. “Finally, to my partner T-Wolf. Our history is an arduous one at that. We have never seen eye to eye and our one classic battle for the I.C. Title left me wanting. I know who you used to be, but I do not know who you are. The community was left with the belief your career was over, and yet here you are… thrust into this tournament and finding your way to my side. The question on my mind is as follows; are you here to reclaim glory that was stripped from you? To climb from your Fall from Grace? Or is there something deeper, darker, lurking in that mind of yours… and will that work for or against me? Will the PWA see the culmination of a Dream Team’s rise to glory.. or are we set to repeat history… and take each other to hell? One thing is for certain… when the summer heat sizzles in four weeks… history will be made in the PWA. This, I promise all of you!” Slipping into the car, Raizzor turns the engine and presses the button to lower the windows. Without so much as a backwards glance, he steps on the gas and spreads pebbles and sand all over as he exits the area. End Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Owner Sandra to Wilkie: Come on, Alex. We're wrestlers, not basement virgins. Matt Rookie member is offline Joined: Jan 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 122 Re: McNasty & Flynn vs. Raizzor & T-Wolf « Reply #2 on Jul 22, 2008, 12:18am » "After a while that note's got to fade." Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Mark McNasty Superstar member is offline The Main Event Joined: Dec 2007 Gender: Male Posts: 619 Re: McNasty & Flynn vs. Raizzor & T-Wolf « Reply #3 on Jul 22, 2008, 3:55pm » We open inside a large gym. As the camera pans across the interior, we see: a dozen treadmills in front of at least ten tv's; a whole section of different weight machines; free weights; and the entrance to the men and womens locker rooms. Despite all this, the place seems rather empty. That is quickly explained as we see a clock that says 2 O clock on it; and judging by the darkness outside, lets say a.m. would be the chaser. A slight humming can be heard, and the camera following it over to the cardio machines where we see PWA World champion Mark McNasty running on an elliptical machine. McNasty has on a white tank top, and his vintage black baggy pants with "McNasty" written in blue up the side. To his left is another PWA champion - the IC champion Jamie Flynn. Wearing black sweats and a wife beater, he peeks over to see McNasty's heart rate on the machine's monitor. Flynn manages to spit out in-between breaths, Flynn-You... Should... Slow down, old man.. McNasty looks at Flynn and smiles. McNasty-Listen to you. Only forty-five minutes and you're winded. Should we stop before da poor baby passes out? McNasty flashes a half sarcastic, half "OH you got burned" smile. Flynn shrugs without breaking form too much. Flynn-I just pace my breathing... You'd wish you did... When your heart is in your throat. McNasty's smile is still strong. McNasty-Eh, usually takes another half hour for that to happen. But, I figure since we are going to be working together, we should do more than my usual work out. Ready for weights? Flynn-Yeah... I'm game. McNasty-Cool. McNasty hops off the machine and watches as the bars spin a few more times. McNasty-Heh, look at those things go. Flynn smiles his approval as he shakes his head, letting his machine wind down slowly. McNasty picks up his hand towel off the machine, and begins walking towards the weights. McNasty-So, what do I really need to know about Thunderwolf? Flynn hops off, and takes a sip from his bottle of Avian. Flynn-He's got terrible taste in music and worse taste in women? McNasty smirks, then mutters, McNasty-Well, he did do dirty things with Riona. Flynn scratches his five o'clock shadow. Flynn-So I hear... I don't know. We have some friends in common I guess, but if you're asking about what he can do in the ring? Hard to say. McNasty-So why the hell does everyone crap themself when they hear this guys name? Another shrug. Flynn-Pioneer fan boys? Some people are more easily amused than others. He's good, but I don't very easily buy other people's hype. Another swig from his water. Flynn-Still, we'd do better to expect he hasn't lost a step. McNasty speaks with a serious tone that seems foreign to him. McNasty-Agreed, at least until he shows us we can act like he has. Flynn-On that note... He walks over to the bench press. Flynn-Where do you usually start? McNasty walks over to the bench press weight stand. McNasty-150 if I'm sore. But, 175 sounds like a good starting point. Flynn starts pulling 45 pound weights for the side of the bar closest to him. Flynn-Works for me. The camera pans up to the same clock as we saw at the beginning of the promo. Now, it is 2 10 am. The scene very quickly dims, and when it comes back up, its 3 30 am. McNasty and Flynn have changed their clothes, and are walking out from the locker rooms talking. Flynn-So, you and Sommers seem to have a little rivalry going... Why you so quick to take a jab at him when the opportunity arises? McNasty responds without missing a beat. McNasty-Those Sommers, they've done a lot in their time. But, the problem is they can't accept or comprehend the idea that someone can beat them. Well, in the literal sense they can, and I wouldn't put it past them to say that. But, anyway,I beat Raizzor, and he thinks that I keep talking about it because "he's so great and impressive." However, the real reason I do it, is to remind him that he got arrogant. And, some "little newbie punk" put him in his place. He'll say it doesn't matter because he got the first pin, but thats the whole point. He's arrogant enough to try and make that a major point...but it isn't. That match was TWO out of three falls. The only pin that mattered was the last one. IF it had been a one falls match, I wouldn't have let myself get pinned. But, it wasn't, and thus, that pin means little to jack squat. Flynn-For some people holding onto their ego isn't just a want; its an irrational need. I've never grasped at straws to justify anything, not even a loss... So I guess I can't relate. McNasty and Flynn walk out the door, and McNasty smiles and nods at the girl at the desk as Flynn flicks his wrist at her. They walk out, and lean against their cars as they continue to talk. McNasty-But that's just the thing. For all the reason and intelligence the Sommers' boys are supposed to have, their egos make up a huge portion of who they are. Makes it a little more convenient that Raizzor shows up in this tourney, fighting us. Imagine how much he could blab to his secretary with a tag title over his shoulder if he helped beat the PWA and IC champs in the first round. Folding his arms, Flynn solemnly nods in agreement. Flynn-That's why we've got to watch how we tread. Drawing a partner like Thunderwolf is a double-edged sword, because no one knows where he's at right now. But I'd prefer to avoid the edge that's swung at us. As long as we stay solid and focused; shouldn't be a problem. This time, McNasty nods. McNasty-We've done quite a bit in our time. Nothing wrong with being proud of what we've done. But, even if we can be cocky, we can't be arrogant. If Thunderwolf is a threat, we need to show why we are the top tier champs in this place. And, even if we know we can take Raizzor, we have to remember it won't necessarily be an easy fight. We can walk into this match knowing we can win, but we can't walk in thinking we have it won. Flynn smiles honestly. Flynn-Then I think we're in agreement. Same time tomorrow? McNasty-Sounds good man. McNasty casually holds out his hand. McNasty-Lets show these has-beens why we are the ones on top of PWA these days. Flynn shakes to that. Flynn-I wouldn't have it any other way. Scene fades for now. We open inside a coffee shop. The place is busy as can be, as we look across the shop. Sitting at a small table is none other than PWA world champ, Mark McNasty. McNasty has on black running shorts, and a tight blue shirt, and he looks to be relaxing after some more training. Currently, McNasty is residing in a quieter corner of the store, sitting in a comfy looking arm chair beside a metal table. He smiles as he looks at the camera, then begins talking. McNasty-My partner Jamie Flynn makes a very valid point. All some people want to do is say the same things over and over and over. Raizzor, I feel insulted that you truly think you can threaten me with stale comments, and repetitive quips. And, in all sincerity, it makes you look like the pitiful one dude. McNasty-How many times must I say this for you to understand; you got the first fall in a TWO, OUT, Of, THREE, falls match. In fact, you prove my point yourself. You say that if this was BWF, you'd have won a title off me because of your one pin. But, this isn't BWF, you didn't win shit off me, and your pin means JACK SHIT! But, you are not looking at the big picture. You are instead cutting a corner out of the picture, expanding that corner, and trying to pass it off as the big picture. But, lucky me, I have a copy of the original. McNasty smirks. McNasty-Because Raizzor, a true competitor can adapt. They can do what they must to overcome. This match was two out of three falls. That means that I could afford to lose one fall. After that, well, I didn't get pinned again, and I won the match. If it had been a one fall to a finish match, I would've gone about it a whole different way. But, it wasn't and you did not win. Therefore, your insignificant pin is really nothing more than a safety blanket you still keep to help calm yourself. Its the one thing you have that helps you protect your ego against me. Because since all we have had was that one match, you can still let yourself think that the pin you got means my win was a fluke; or some other rubbish. But, the fact of the matter is, I got two clean fall pins on you. How many people can brag about that? Not many I believe. McNasty-As for your boasting of how you became PWA champ before me, McNasty sighs. McNasty-I really hoped everyone had finally wised up. I hoped I'd never have to get into this again. But, you just won't learn. How can you brag that you were PWA champ before me when I was IC champ and COULD NOT get a title shot? HUH! So you had the title first, big fucking deal. You did not have another title at the time, and you did not go on to secure the longest reign with said title. Saying you had the title first when I couldn't be given a shot because of your brother's rules is in no way my fault, and thus, really a void point. McNasty-You want to take shots at my ego Raizzor? Everything I said to build myself up to where I am is based on FACT! I am not the common champion who puts himself above everyone else unjustly. I am the champion because I took down all the big players who tried to stand in my way. McNasty taps his fingers as he lists name. McNasty-PX suffered a pinfall at my hands while he was still champ. Phoenix lost two matches to me AFTER he'd already been given a title shot and I was still waiting for mine. Lex Demise couldn't beat me even after he waltzed into PWA and claimed I was below him. Corey Lazarus couldn't win a title match between us if his life depended on it. Need I continue? McNasty-The point Raizzor is this; my ego is in check. I simply am proud of what I've accomplished, and have no problem reminded bums like you what I am capable of. You are the old timer who is past his time. And, you hope to simply relaunch yourself by using me as the stepping stool. Sadly for you, I don't let anyone walk on me. McNasty-As for you, your ego is as strong as ever and on more of a rampage than Godzilla ever went on. See, you say the team of yourself and t-wolf is a dream team. But, it doesn't really seem like that much of a dream to anyone today. Thunderwolf hasn't been around much in eight years, and hes becoming more of faded memory. Sure, back in his day the pairing of Raizzor and T-wolf might have made world news...but those days are long gone. Now, people are more interested in the new talent. Its the guys like me who carry the torch of the PWA now. McNasty-Speaking of which, I find it funny that YOU want to question my title reign, and tell the world I'm a bad poster boy for PWA. BUT, when I ask for a competent opponent to truly defend my title again, you give me GABE SHELLEY! How does that happen Raizzor? How do you put two and two together and get Shelley as number one contender to the PWA title? What has that guy done to deserve a chance at my title? I mean, shit, if I was one of the guys in the back waiting for my first shot at the PWA title, and I'd been working my ass off for months; only to see Gabe Shelley get a shot out of nowhere...I'd fucking revolt. Is that really what you want dead man? You really want half the PWA locker room pissed at you because they feel gypped? Its like I said on PWA radio, what kind of message does it say to all the jobbers in the back that Gabe attacks me...and you give him a shot? Fuck, I can't even walk through the parking lot feeling safe anymore. For all I know, Scotty Snow could be the guy standing by the valet parking sign, waiting to pull a crowbar on me or something. Or, God forbid, the fucking O Connors could try to blow up my damn car again. McNasty speaks in a sarcastic tone. McNasty-Ok boys, heres the deal. If you ding or key McNasty's car, tv title shot. Slash his tires, that's a GB shot. Break some windows and steal his hubcaps, that's an IC shot. BUT, if you total McNasty's car beyond recognition, THEN you get world title shots. McNasty looks serious one more. McNasty-You really do make me sick Raizzor. You're so caught up in your own stupid plot to get revenge on me that you're letting the PWA go to waste. Summer Sizzler is the biggest even of the summer, and you're letting two former talents who just left out of nowhere now fight the two biggest champs because they got in a few cheap shots. No build up, no paying dues; its as plain as that. Great job making this place the best it can be. McNasty leans back in the chair. Its obvious the look on his face is one that's looking down on Raizzor. McNasty-As for explaining myself, I've done that in length already. Frost and myself are both victims of your bias Raizzor. You hold Frost down, and you have been trying very hard to soften me up for this "RANDOM" match against you. You know what a monster Frost is, but for some reason you feel its ok to be a cock tease, and give him multiple non title matches with champions. At the same time, you want to put me in the ring with the god damn tank that is Deacon Frost one week before this match with you. McNasty laughs. McNasty-Isn't that convenient. As for your partnership with Thunderwolf, you two will be in quite the tight spot trying to overcome the unity that myself and Flynn have made since getting tied together in this tournament. As champions, we know the sweet taste of gold and victory. And, we just happen to be hungry for more. As for yourselves, you aren't even aware of the other's intents. Hell, T-wolf hasn't even shown if he will be an asset to his partner, or if he will hinder him. Yeah Raizzor, lucky you to get that guy as your partner. McNasty lets himself laugh again. Breaking the darker mood. McNasty-Raizzor, T-wolf, Jamie Flynn and myself both know flat out we want to win this. And, despite anything else there may be between us, knowing that puts us on the same level. That fact that we want to win and become tag champs gives us the driving factor we need to work as a coherent unit. As for the motives behind the two of you, well: Raizzor simply wants to kill an old grudge and win gold at the same time to boost his ego; and who knows why the fuck T-Wolf came crawling out of his cave into the light. But regardless, you two have shown no true sense of unity yet. And, that will seriously damper your efforts in this match. As for me, McNasty settles down into the chair. He picks up his coffee off the table and takes a sip. He smirks as he puts it back down. McNasty-French Vanilla, classic. Heh. Anyway, as for me, I'm feeling pretty good right now. Jamie and myself have a few solid days of training behind us, and even looking at our competition as competent, things still seem good for us. Will T-Wolf FINALLY show and maybe give us a challenge? Eh, I'd think so. Otherwise, he's going to get a few VERY angry voice mails from Raizzor. McNasty smirks one more time. McNasty-And Raizzor, on a last note, if you want my soul that bad, come get it bitch. McNasty flips off the camera before once again picking up his coffee and drinking from it. Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged YOUR PWA CHAMPION Left Feelin' Nasty: Raizzor X2, Nick Matthews, Project X X2, Kyle Stevenson, Corey Lazarus X2, Jacob Collins, Pohatu, Lex Demise, Sean O’Connor, Phoenix X3, Deacon Frost, Kyle Malone, Matt Engel mcskills Star member is offline Joined: Jan 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 256 Re: McNasty & Flynn vs. Raizzor & T-Wolf « Reply #4 on Jul 22, 2008, 10:29pm » Take Your Place Inside The Fire With Her Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Chamelion Administrator PWA Owner member is offline Your AWESOME PWA World Champion! Joined: May 2006 Gender: Male Posts: 2,314 Location: Earth Re: McNasty & Flynn vs. Raizzor & T-Wolf « Reply #5 on Jul 22, 2008, 10:34pm » The Weight of the Wold. A strenuous hike, an even tougher work out session and hours upon hours of studying matches and promos from both Jamie Fynn and Mark McNasty, has left Raizzor feeling empowered in his quest to surpass his opponents this coming Friday in the United Forces Tournament. As we open to the visual before us, Raizzor is in the quiet corner of his gym shadow boxing, attired in knee long black shorts and black tank top, his hair is pulled back and held in place by a black and red bandanna. His muscles ripple as he jabs and rabbit punches, occasionally turning towards the bag hanging from the low ceiling and dealing it some intense blows. Slowing down to catch his breath, Raizzor glowers as his mind wanders through the situation before him. Needless to say, he is clearly not happy about a certain individual and surprisingly, at the moment, it’s not Mark McNasty. “It comes as no surprise to me that I am in this alone. T-Wolf, with his grandiose return to rile the crowd and act the big shot, has apparently decided to tuck tail and hide until Friday, opting to disregard his contractual duties prior to Rampage. I would be upset, even offended, if it was not already in the back of my mind that he would do this to me. It’s as I said previously; what is T-Wolf here to do? Well, the answer now seems obvious. The only question left to answer is; will he be able to maintain his personal level of talent inside the ring on Friday and help me pull off the victory, or will I have to do it all on my own and not only best both the I.C. and World Heavyweight champion, but carry a self-absorbed glory hound whose time has come and gone?” He jabs at the bag hard. “Only time will tell.” Pivoting away, he continues some fleeting punches, just to keep a rhythm while he speaks. “While T-Wolfs ‘inactions’ leave much to be desired, I need to put that aside and instead focus on my two opponents. Flynn, I do not deny that my statements suggest that my focus will be solely on McNasty… the truth is still this; he is my target, plain and simple. When it comes to breaking bones, drawing blood and ripping him to shreds, he is INDEED the focus of my thoughts. But do not take that as a sign of weakness, that I am over looking you. When you stand across the ring from me, my eyes will be on you, my mind will be working it’s cognitive powers to study your movements, deduce your next move and pick apart your offense with the single intention of taking you down and hopefully eliminating you from the match. This is why I have been studying your tapes nightly; watching what makes you weak and what makes you strong. I have no intention of forgetting you are in this match and viable threat to my victory. Just realize that I have no ill will towards you so what I said about McNasty does not apply to you, but I won’t take you lightly or less.” Two quick jabs, then slows down again. “On your claims I have a chip on my shoulder, I consider it slightly different. Yes, his words irritate me, but no more then when Sirus comments on how many times I’ve retired. It’s tiresome but it is not the sole reason for my desire to rectify the situation. You should understand what McNasty is actually doing; each time he gloats that he has bested me; he is merely setting me up on a pedestal. It’s actually no different then when I claim that T-Wolf and I are a ‘Dream Team’ as the fans would label us. I’m putting T-Wolf up on the very same pedestal, much as McNasty does with me when he claims how big of a deal it was to defeat me. And as we may find out, that pedestal that T-Wolf resides on is about to crumble, and leave him buried under tons of rubble. When I get my hands on McNasty, I plan to show the world that McNasty is beatable, that his glory of winning against me will be quenched. You may wonder that if his words elevate me so, why would I want to change that? Because, unlike T-Wolf, I want my legacy to go down as a man who earned his place… who fought to the very end of the match, exhaled his last breath and deserved to have his hand raised in victory. I’m not T-Wolf Flynn, I’m better.” “Much of the rest of your words mirrored what I said and predicted. We agreed in many ways, and you were indeed short and to the point. I do not have much more that I need to say about you, save that while you will stand with McNasty and watch his back, which is honorable… you are defending an morally corrupt, honor less man? And I ask you; do you do this simply for the greater gold, or are you less of a man you claim to be?” He raises an eyebrow, the challenge in his question clear. “McNasty’s own self admission to his actions of an innocent suggests clearly he is not to be trusted or supported. As World Champion he has continuously proven himself unable to carry the title with distinction and honor, and attacking a young person who only sought his scribe clearly describes the man to be untrusting. I wonder, in the same situation, would you be a man? Or as McNasty has proven himself to be; a child? I do not stand here and accuse, Flynn, I question…. And I pray I already know the answer, and it is one of honor.” A fleeting smile caresses his lips, and he nods as he resumes, knowing that he is close to contradicting his own history. “I do not deny that in my own past I have been the author of questionably dishonorable actions, but they were always focused on those who could take care of themselves and take up action against me in the ring. No different then actions of the MoA, DEATH or any other stable who would go to extremes to garner an advantage… and sadly, it seems that come this Friday I may be forced to push my own limits and carry out actions that may be less then respectful. I have two men standing across the ring from me, who have in their short tenures here in the PWA proven themselves enough to carry championship gold. I can not dally around, I can not cut corners or think twice my actions. I know you to be skilled, strong and single minded inside the ring Flynn. You speak fluently and you do not resort to childish measures. Just realize that unless you go back and review many of the things I have said in the past, both to Phoenix, Project X and in the Elimination Chamber contest… I may carry myself as the Demon, Monster of the PWA… but I do not pretend to be more then I am… I merely play the mind games that have effectively carried me to victory time and time again… and the soul of McNasty I wish to collect? It is simply a state of mind, so do not concern yourself with mocking my promise of taking McNasty’s Soul.. concern yourself with how I do it.” He suddenly stops, dropping his hands to his side. In this pose, he takes three deep breaths, clearing his mind and body of unwanted thoughts. Turning slowly towards us, his demeanor darkens. Some would consider it a change of attitude, perhaps a fall into darkness. Most, however, just know it as Raizzor becoming quite intent on his prey, where nothing else of consequence matters. “Now, McNasty… I’ve told Flynn my reasons for wanting this match, and you’ve gone out to declare the reasons different. Arrogant? Mark, I have lost many matches in my career, some with far more stakes then ours. I have been bested by those who truly do not deserve a second thought, and it has not bothered me in the slightest. You believe you boast your win because you’re a ‘Newbie Punk’? Can you really claim such a boast when I know differently? You’re experienced, you have a BWF history and a long reign as World Champion over there… in fact, you could have gone the distance if not for a Sommers Brother. So I do not claim arrogance for losing to you, and neither should you. The fact I focus on the first pinfall is simple… before you were able to begin your life here, you had to overcome the odds… and you did, but not before falling at the most opportune time. I took the first fall, with everything I had… to show the world I could have been BWF Champion…. You say you didn’t put your best in to prevent that? Just goes to show, that as usual… if it’s not important to YOU, it does not matter to be any good. It’s the same story with the month leading up to your match with Phoenix, and the same story with Deacon Frost. You’re a half-assed champion, and Friday I will solidify that by pinning you squarely in the center of the ring and evening the score.” He begins to unwrap the tape from his wrists, walking towards the locker area. Still, he ignores all the sounds and sights around him. “As I listen to your words you share with Flynn, I can not help but wonder if he is slightly pulling your strings? You have spoken some words and thoughts with an air of maturity that lacks from your previous efforts. Did you train with him in the art of weights, as he trained with you in the art of common sense? This is okay, it is what tag partners are supposed to do… and I feel it would be the only way you could successfully skim past me this time. McNasty, I see this match as a chance to beat some sense into you and rectify things, but I know very well that should you lose, you will simply state I needed a partner to get it done.. so I do this not to shut you up, but.. how do you say? To covet the ease of my own ego? “ “When I commented how I rose quicker in the ranks in my short time here and captured the PWA World Title, you go and claim that the I.C. Title held you back? This is something you have been known to do, blame what you have for preventing you from getting what you want. My brother tells me how many times you begged for a tag title shot, only to be held back by what you had. So you are a man who covets more then he deserves? You rush to gain prestige instead of honoring what you have? Your eyes are bigger then your stomach, McNasty, and it continues to sell the fact that you will perform less to your ability if it means climbing the ladder faster then you should. See, this tournament breaks a cardinal PWA rule on holding two titles… if it had not, you would be excluded from this event entirely. So, be grateful that the PWA and sponsors have allowed this. As for myself, I said prior that the titles are mere icing, and you are the main course.” Stopping in front of his locker, he sits down and shakes his head slowly, once. “I would not be so quick as to lay the blame on me for the obstacles you have had to endure these last few weeks. In fact, how can you claim wanting a real challenge for Summer Sizzler and turn around and cry foul that I place you against a worthy opponent like Deacon Frost? You feel that I am trying to soften you up? I do not need you softened up to overcome you, McNasty, far from it. No, I pitted Frost against you specifically for him to get a trial against the current world champion, for a win over you would surely elevate him to the top ranks…and a victory by you would erase much of what has been said about you by myself and Phoenix. Instead, you goad him into agreeing to lay down for you… giving you yet another free ride and in the process, lowers him back down the ladder… and you can blame me all you want for his position, but the man first wanted a crack at the tag titles, and was given a fair shot to redeem a chance after the double pin, and instead follows in your footsteps of taking a short cut.” “Let’s be honest, the both of us McNasty. We have egos, and if you’d listened to me in previous promos and with my brother, we are open about our ego. Why, because we have earned the right. It does not mean we go into any match with a clouded mind that the only outcome is victory, but that when we do step between the ropes, our confidence is high that we can overcome the adversity of our opponents. It’s the same way you and Flynn are thinking; confidence in the outcome, acceptance it will have to be earned. Confidence and ego share a fine edge, McNasty… and we will both claim the other of having the worst side of that edge… it’s a natural thing to do. Your two falls against me give you the ego that the newbie bested the veteran, but my one fall against you gives me the confidence that I will do it yet again… and this time, where two falls are required to get the job done, I only need the one…to leave you questioning your future.” He sighs, as what he has to say next has already been made clear, but as McNasty cries in frustration at having to be repetitive, so apparently must Raizzor. “Yes, McNasty, I know that T-Wolf and I do not share a unity that you and Flynn do. We are indeed, ‘strange bedfellows’ in this event. I let my knowledge of who he was cloud the fact that he may not be the same man today, this is a fault of mine I will have to accept. However, it may be the only chink in our armor and one that T-Wolf and I will have to work together to close. We do not like each other, this has always been the case, but the respect we share is grown of years and years of conflict and a shared passion for this sport. If my partner can step up, wipe the dust from his shoulders and speak with the clarity that carried him through multiple championships, then we may very well give you reason to pause and question your chances. If he does not, if in the end I have to carry the Weight of the World on my shoulders, then I will have but one goal… carry through my promise of breaking you down, McNasty… even at the cost of advancing in the tournament… and leave you with the only option but to gloat that you again surpassed me… but only because you shared in the glory with Jamie Flynn… and that, my friend, will leave the door open for me to later come back.. and finish the job!” A ring breaks into Raizzor’s finale and opens his locker and brings out his cell phone, lifting it to his ear. We wait as he listens intently and after moments, speaks only ‘Thank you’ and clicks the phone closed. “It appears that I have been premature in my accusations of T-Wolf’s lack of interest, and that he has indeed cut a segment, which I have yet to see. T-Wolf, I do not take back what I have said, had you reneged on your promises my words would have rung true to the very core. I instead challenge you to prove me wrong, to state clearly that you are here to earn your right to call yourself one of the greatest of all time. Take issue with me when this event is over, in a match or a street fight or whatever. For now, however, let us play the mind games with our opponents and leave them to wonder if we are indeed on the same page or not... to take my words at face value or wonder if this is all our ploy. And then, when all is said and done; we will carry out our own business. This, I Promise!” With that, he turns away and we fade to black. End Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Owner Sandra to Wilkie: Come on, Alex. We're wrestlers, not basement virgins. Matt Rookie member is offline Joined: Jan 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 122 Re: McNasty & Flynn vs. Raizzor & T-Wolf « Reply #6 on Jul 23, 2008, 9:01pm » "Rising to the surface of mediocrity." Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Mark McNasty Superstar member is offline The Main Event Joined: Dec 2007 Gender: Male Posts: 619 Re: McNasty & Flynn vs. Raizzor & T-Wolf « Reply #7 on Jul 23, 2008, 10:50pm » We open inside a locker room in the back of a PWA house show. Mark McNasty is dressed in wrestling attire, and has arranged for a camera man to stop by before his match. McNasty-Really...That's really what I've been waiting for? I've heard nothing but legendary hype surrounding the all fuckin' mighty Thunderwolf...and that's what I get. Wow. And what a contender he is. Some of the first words out of his mouth revolve around how he admits that he has made a less than epic return. And, just to be a snob, he wants to rub it in our faces that we undeserving souls are not worthy of knowing why he's made a half assed effort. McNasty acts like he is getting hit in the face. McNasty-You bastard. McNasty can't hold back his smile any longer. McNasty-If this match was a fight off in GTA, instead of picking a some massive weapon, you would've just picked the knife against my rocket launcher. Instead of listing all these great reasons that I should fear and respect you T, you instead decide to start nitpicking. You want to assault me with little unimportant side notes. An example being that you put so much emphasis on the fact I got your absence of time wrong. Well excuse me! I was just going off of Rob Robinson, who I figured would actually know. On top of this, how long you've been gone really doesn't matter that much past a few months. Because, after you're gone say, longer than a year, you're really in the same boat as someone gone three years. To sum this up, it wasn't a big fucking deal. And, if you are going to make assumptions on me because of that one minuscule error, McNasty lets out a quick loud laugh, McNasty-This is going to be a rough match for you. The true icing on the cake though, is how you throw flaming pitch forks at me for missing one small detail, but then you go and fuck up you facts. I have never had a singles match with Riona Langly. Hell, the one time I was in what could be called a match with her, I didn't even interact with her much. That leads me to believe you are the one who needs fact checking school T. McNasty begins to laugh a little, but it turns into a loud deep laugh. McNasty-The funniest part of this "promo" you cut has to be your looking down on my being PWA champion. You believe you have the right to talk down to me, and down on my title reign, simply because you have entered the PWA. BUT, and this is a big but, you have shown NO reason anyone should believe you could take this title away from me. Instead, you are hiding behind a legacy you made years ago. As for me, my legacy is only getting stronger. Therefore from where I stand, you're the waste of breath T. And thus, MOVING ON. McNasty-Irony seems to be the theme you and T-wolf pulled out of the hat Raizzor. You asked if T would maintain his level of talent...and the answer is a resounding no. And to make things interesting, you throw in a lil of the pot calling the kettle black. You want to call T a "self-absorbed glory hound." Jeez, this coming from the president of the company who has entered himself into a tourney, against a man who pinned him twice in one match, for the vacant tag titles...Oh my god, that was a total act of randomness. Its SO obvious. McNasty looks slightly sickened. McNasty-You truly make me sick Raizzor. You are so quick and eager to throw around insults that I am not worthy of my title. You tell people that I'm a piece of garbage. But you, you have no problem using your power to get what you want in any way you can. Not ONCE since this tournament was announced have you even tried to deny my accusations of putting yourself against me in this match. No, what do you do? You try to hide your own shady actions by casting shadows upon me. McNasty shakes his head from side to side, not taking his eyes off the camera. McNasty-Simply pitiful. You even blatantly ignore what I have said. I have said multiple times now that Frost came to me! HE wanted to make a point to the likes of you. I merely agreed because it served a purpose for me as well. McNasty-I have stated before that I do not hold you in high regard Raizzor. I know you can bring a fight, but a lot of guys in PWA can. I've beat those guys, just like I beat you. McNasty looks and sounds calm. McNasty-Now, knowing you, you think I just boosted you back onto this imaginary pedestal by simply mentioning how I beat you. I would expect something like that from someone as egotistical as you. You try to imagine I'm doing so to calm your rage you feel from me rubbing in your face I got the better of you. And Raizzor, seriously, that's all it is. I state the fact I beat you to let you know that on that night, I whooped you sorry ass! I'm not boosting you up. I'm kicking you in the shins, giving you a nagging, drawn out pain. If you would've paid attention to the promo I released before, you would've heard me say I talk about my win over you "to remind [you] that [you] got arrogant." Some things truly never change. McNasty-While you rant on and on about how ego has nothing to do with this, you try to tear me down. You twist my words, and you imply things that have no backing. Man, you really are a Sommers through and through. Raizzor, I never said the first pinfall in a two out of three falls match was not worth my time. If I'd gotten it, I could have left the ring that much quicker. What I said was that I adapted to the situation. Losing the first fall did not end the match. IF the first fall had, you truly could have not gotten it so easily over me. This does not mean I did not fight because it was unimportant to me you jack ass. It means the level of importance rose once you got that first pin fall. AND, it was the last pin you got. Don't you freaking get the point already? McNasty pauses. McNasty-If you ride the dead horse any longer your pants are going to stink. McNasty-You are gloating about something that got you nothing. Nothing of value came out of that pinfall. I was the one who won the match, and can now rub dirt in your face because even when you had the advantage, you couldn't win! You had a pin over me; all you needed was one more. But instead, I got two consecutive falls over YOU! That says a whole lot more good stuff about me, and a whole lotta bad stuff for you. So stop trying to make steak outta frost bitten hamburgers. McNasty- As for not having the mantle to be PWA champion, thats just utter crap. The first time my nose was broken was during my tag title shot. I came out the following week to fight in battle dome. During which, I feel through the bottom of the cage, due to your fucking negligence. AND, what did I do after that? I came out the very next week again; obviously still not at full health. The next time my nose was broken was the night I beat Corey Lazarus for this title. Did I bitch? Hell no! I came out and got in the ring with Matt Engel. Do you know how long it takes for a broken nose to heel? A lot fucking longer than a week! Yet each time, I come out the following week to perform for the PWA fans. What do you want from me, to jump off a fucking cliff? Then would I have the balls that being champ requires? McNasty looks hostile. His eyes show anger, as his voice conveys what could pass for contempt. McNasty-YOU ARE A HYPOCRITE! You tell me to be glad with what I have. You say I don't appreciate my gold. But then, you go and talk down on the PWA tag titles you are fighting for. They are what should matter to you Raizzor. Being champion means more than any grudge should. I am glad to have what I had, and I am proud of what I did to pave the road to my title reign. Also having those tag titles would cement me as the true champion I say I am. You however have manipulated this tournament and those sponsors you speak so highly of, to allow you the one opportunity that can pass as coincidence to try and get revenge on me. You are such a sad person. McNasty finally looks away as he shakes his head again. McNasty-As for your sorry excuse of a mind game, leaving me and Flynn to wonder if the two of you are on the same page, it doesn't matter. The two of us have been training as if the two of you were the worlds most revered tag team in history. Whether you two are actually on the same page or not doesn't affect our game plan in the least. Because if you are working together, no surprise. If one of you decks the other mid-match, yay. McNasty twirls a finger in a little circle. McNasty-So what I'm really trying to say is, you need some new mind games; your current one is an old model. McNasty-So Raizzor, keep doing what you're doing if you want me to keep telling everyone what an unjustified pompous ass you are. And T...well, I guess the same goes for you. I was wrong to call you guys team geriatric on PWA Radio. No, you two are more deserving of "Ego Trip". So sad that its going to be an uneventful, incredibly short trip. McNasty stands and walks off. Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged YOUR PWA CHAMPION Left Feelin' Nasty: Raizzor X2, Nick Matthews, Project X X2, Kyle Stevenson, Corey Lazarus X2, Jacob Collins, Pohatu, Lex Demise, Sean O’Connor, Phoenix X3, Deacon Frost, Kyle Malone, Matt Engel Chamelion Administrator PWA Owner member is offline Your AWESOME PWA World Champion! Joined: May 2006 Gender: Male Posts: 2,314 Location: Earth Re: McNasty & Flynn vs. Raizzor & T-Wolf « Reply #8 on Jul 24, 2008, 8:32pm » Fade into the Sommers Gym, and into the main office area where Chamelion sits, feet propped up on the desk, wearing reading glasses and scanning over some papers. Across the desk from him, sitting back and looking relaxed is Raizzor, with a white towel around his neck and a bottle of water in his hand. Chamelion peers up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Tough week for you so far, huh? McNasty being all ‘nasty’ to you and Flynn accusing you of talking out of both sides of your mouth. Seems to be another normal week in the PWA for us brothers.” Raizzor takes a sip, capping the bottle as he sets it in his lap. “I’m used to it. Those glasses wouldn’t happen to actually have lenses in them this time, would they?” Smirking, Chamelion takes them off and pushes his finger through the left frame. “Nope, never needed them, hopefully never will. We’re still young tigers, brother… no matter what our opposition says on occasion. Still, it’s makes for a fun visual.” He grins over the rims. “Ready to go over your material for Toshi tomorrow?” “Yes.” He slips them back on, and peers through the first two sheets in his hands. “Okay. Flynn really came back at you this week, didn’t he? I swear, these guys really think their fine words and pretty phrases mean shit when it comes time to ‘do the deed’ in the ring. What’s your take on it?” Calmly, Raizzor reflects a second. “My take is that Flynn doesn’t truly understand the meaning of focus. He feels that my personal issues towards McNasty means I won’t be ready to fight him. He used the word, preoccupied in such a way as to believe I only care about one thing in this match. The truth is, he’s misinterpreted my words, thought I don’t blame him. I am focused, as I said… because with McNasty I have more then just a match victory at stake, there’s a bit of pride involved. I am not above desire, or revenge, and while it may seem childish and maybe just maybe in a way it is… find one man or woman in this company or any other who has never struggled to prove themselves in an area they once faltered. But just because I have this focus on McNasty does not mean my peripheral vision is any less acute. I am not going into this match with tunnel vision and no idea of who Flynn is and what he can do. I’m sorry that I have more of a goal then anyone else here, and that it motivates me more so then just the promise of a potential tag title. They want to mock that I made this personal, then let them mock. I don’t take back or change my tune in this, McNasty is my goal… but not to the point I don’t see the world around me.” Chamelion nods, flipping through more papers, looking at high lighted notes. “As has become custom with anyone we face, you get the ‘over the hill’ comment. Apparently Flynn has both complimented that they need to come into this match believing you’re at your best while at the same time saying your past your prime. Ya know, bro, we should just answer these kind of comments in a video, make a DVD and then just select the chapters we want and play them back anytime we have a match.. we wouldn’t have to cut any more promos.” Unscrewing the cap of the bottle, Raizzor takes a long drink while Chamelion finishes his sarcastic comment. “Brother, we’ve been doing this nine years. It’s going to be one of the most obvious attack angles anyone uses… from Flynn, however, I didn’t expect this. He’s using it to try to influence the fans that Thunderwolf and I are the old school veterans who need to step aside for the young brash kids like himself or McNasty. Compared to many in this business, I’m no where near ready to hang up my boots. I don’t compete 24/7 anymore, but Flynn’s been gone for a time himself so he can’t say much to that. It’s a matter of fighting the right fights at the right time. Since I am currently not a champion, I have that option.” Papers rustle as Chamelion brings the bottom sheet to the top. “Ok, try this one on for size; Flynn questions your morals and honor, citing that by admitting your past mistakes, you are not in position to question the actions of Mark McNasty.” “Bullshit.” Raizzor’s spitting of the word makes Chamelion blinks. “If it were law that once you make an error you could never stand for what’s right ever again, then there are no men or women in this federation who could claim honor or valor. Error is a human trait, and I admit to past mistakes. But when Flynn said I have not been listening, he is talking to a mirror. I clearly stated the differences between my history and McNasty’s recent actions. All that I have done; was against those who could retaliate. But an innocent, wanting no more then an autograph? What validated McNasty’s attack? A kick to the shin? Pathetic. No, I have teetered on the edge of good and evil, and done my own share of questionable deeds in my life, but when it comes to honor and respect… the man I am today is far more then McNasty could ever hope to be, and Flynn best remember this.” Putting the papers down, Chamelion shrugs. “I Think that’s it on Flynn, unless you have something else?” “Yes, as Flynn accuses me of changing who I am when it suits me.. that I am either a Monster or a Man playing Mind Games. Consider this; to McNasty I am the monster that will haunt his dreams, but to Flynn I am a competitor, a fighter with the intention of out maneuvering both of them and coming out with the victory. To be successful, one must know when to change their tactics, otherwise they become stale and predictable. I am sure Flynn will enjoy trying to pick that one apart, but he should go back a few months, and check out what happened both against Project X and in the E.C Match. I knew I had to become one thing against PX, and another in that cage… and both times I succeeded. I know when to shift gears, to alter my style and ultimately come out on top.” Smirking, Chamelion picks up another few sheets of paper and chuckles. “Ah, now the moment you’ve been waiting for. Let’s talk about Mark McNasty!” Raizzor actually smiles lightly. “Lets.” Chamelion nods and draws his finger down the first page. “Ah yes. McNasty accuses you of fixing the tournament. That you aligned yourself purposely with Thunderwolf to go against McNasty and Flynn.” He smirks. “You didn’t, did you?” Raizzor sighs, shaking his head. “No. But does it matter because he won’t believe me. He has it in his head that I designed all of this to get to him and no amount of words will change that. He forgets, however, that I did not create this tournament, but merely signed on when the sponsors put it together. I didn’t draw the pairs, I didn’t line up the brackets. Luck put me here, and that’s fact.” “Hard for some to believe, scoring Thunderwolf. He does intimidate well, even if his performance lately has been sub par.” Raizzor growls. “And if that continues, I will take care of Thunderwolf long before Flynn or McNasty could.” Chamelion nods. “Ok, next up; Reminding you about Frost, and the actions of last week being his idea.” “So? Frost wants to prove a point to me? He went about it all wrong. McNasty should have declined, or asked for another opponent. Instead, he mocks the sport with his antics. He thinks it gets him a free week and I’ll look at Frost with a new found respect? Again, they’re going about it in the worst possible way. McNasty has proven himself the master of taking the easy way out, and that isn’t the way a true champion acts.” “Well, he HAS won quite a few difficult bouts, Brother. You’re not denying that, are you?” “No, of course not. He beat Phoenix three times. First time cause Phoenix had just finished fighting, the second time just by sheer luck to be on top of him when they hit the floor and the final time… only due to myself, restarting the match to give them a chance to finish the Iron man match with a real winner. Now, I may have missed McNasty’s words concerning my actions in that regard. He may have felt I started it to try to make him lose, but the truth is I did it out of respect to both men… to have a true ending for them and the fans. Though, as he’s been proving time and again; he’ll believe his own little world over truth anytime it suits him.” “Still sounds like your mocking his talent.” “It does, doesn’t it? I’m not above a little mockery myself, Little Brother.. especially from someone who’s great victories come on the tail of constant game playing and politicking to make it easy on themselves. I know the locker room has been frustrated time and again that McNasty puts in ‘time off’ requests, while others fight their hardest to be seen… and he himself, with Deacon Frost, has said this. I have always noticed Frost, which is why he’s still in a position to be a champion. McNasty can state “I needed the time off” but why so much now that he’s champion, when before he went through the hoops and paces with the right ideals?” The top sheet gets shifted to the back and Chamelion continues. “Its kind of like being a kid, bro. Beg for the toy you want, by making so many promises, and then disappearing to your bedroom with the shiny new piece of plastic and forgetting your obligations. Still, when it matters most, he’s on top of his game. In fact, I’ve quite enjoyed his tense attitude this week… refreshing.” “I do agree. He’s been very focused. I wonder if he’s preoccupied.” Chamelion blinks, wondering if Raizzor just made a joke. Instead he brings up the next issue. “Ah yes. Accusing you of shoddy workmanship on the Battledome Cage.” “Typical; assign blame to where it’s most convenient, and as current President, McNasty and Phoenix find it funny to lay blame on me for every little mishap. It’s a weak argument and to clear the air; all PWA equipment is checked weekly. If they found a weak link, I am sorry. But it made for a good ending and McNasty got the win, so why does he continue to bitch?” “Well, easy to blame others then oneself. Which by the way, bro, you are going a bit overboard on the whole first pinfall deal. I should have kept it at a one pinfall match and none of this would be taking place. This is the second time McNasty’s gained an advantage cause we’ve given him more space.” “It is. As for the pinfall, you’re correct, had it been just one.. perhaps he would have fought harder, but so would have I. I suppose I wanted to drive home the point that for all his gloating on besting me, I do have one thing to my advantage that the likes of Phoenix, Lazarus and all those others he’s claimed to have beaten do not. I have pinned McNasty, and on Friday, I plan to do it again.” “SEE! That’s the way to go about it Bro. Sometimes you just have to chip away to find the right path. Hmm, let’s see; Ah yes, you’re a hypocrite for saying McNasty disrespects his reign as champion as you ‘talk down’ the tag titles, because they don’t matter to you as much.” “Now who’s twisting words, Little Brother? I respect every title here, and would defend the Television Championship with as much energy and satisfaction as the World Title. I don’t recognize them on tiers, but just each as a title that represents me as a champion. What McNasty fails to understand is that they are not as important to me right now as he is. It doesn’t mean I disrespect the titles, just that they are not my only current goal. Once past McNasty… then they would become the sole focus of my intentions. But I will not look ahead until what is in front of me is taken care of.” “Hey, don’t take it out on me, I’m just repeating what Marky Mark said. Still, I think that’s it. We covered the necessities and I think you’re ready for your interview with Toshi tomorrow. How do you feel?” Raizzor looks at his brother like he asked the dumbest question in the world. “Feel? Brother, I am in the top shape of my career. I am still capable of facing anyone and winning. Nine years in this business hasn’t slowed my step, and in fact has simply given me more ways to accomplish my goals. Tomorrow I set out to prove that, and disprove any of McNasty’s claims. Pinfalls, Focus.. they can try to break down what I’ve said, but when it’s over.. its going to be our actions in that ring that tell the real story…and whether I can rely on Thunderwolf or not, isn’t going to matter. This, I Promise.” Chamelion grins and sits back in the chair, folding his arms behind his head. “Good. Now about the position of President.” Fade. « Last Edit: Jul 24, 2008, 8:46pm by Chamelion » Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Owner Sandra to Wilkie: Come on, Alex. We're wrestlers, not basement virgins. mcskills Star member is offline Joined: Jan 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 256 Re: McNasty & Flynn vs. Raizzor & T-Wolf « Reply #9 on Jul 24, 2008, 9:50pm » ::In The Air Tonight Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Matt Rookie member is offline Joined: Jan 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 122 Re: McNasty & Flynn vs. Raizzor & T-Wolf « Reply #10 on Jul 24, 2008, 10:48pm » "We're fighting in a tournament for tag belts. Not Christ's love." Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Forum Jump--------------------» Home