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Pioneer Wrestling Association :: PWA-ON-DEMAND :: Archives :: Manitoba Mayhem 2008 :: Brothers Grimm vs. Raizzor & The Phoenix Author Topic: Brothers Grimm vs. Raizzor & The Phoenix (Read 120 times) Chamelion Administrator PWA Owner member is offline Your AWESOME PWA World Champion! Joined: May 2006 Gender: Male Posts: 2,314 Location: Earth Brothers Grimm vs. Raizzor & The Phoenix « Thread Started on Aug 22, 2008, 11:02pm » THE GRIMMS RETIREMENT MATCH The Brothers Grimm vs. Raizzor & The Phoenix (Normal RP Rules apply) Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Owner Sandra to Wilkie: Come on, Alex. We're wrestlers, not basement virgins. rob Administrator Playing Boss member is offline Joined: Jan 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 671 Re: Brothers Grimm vs. Raizzor & The Phoenix « Reply #1 on Aug 23, 2008, 8:23am » [Rob Robinson is standing in front of the old school PWA logo backdrop in the old interview room of the PWA Dome. What he’s wearing isn’t really that important, you don’t really care anyway. What is slightly important is that he looks very serious and even a slight bit sad, without his usual cockiness or arrogance.] Rob Robinson - You’ll have to pardon the nostalgia here, folks. I picked this location because there’s a lot of history in this particular room and in this particular logo. I suppose I could have filmed this at the Hard Core Cafe or any of a number of locations, but what I’ve got to say is serious and I don’t want anything distracting from the message. Rob Robinson - A couple of days ago, I got a phone call. It was Sirus Moran himself. Sirus told me that he was set to retire, to spend his time focused on Valerie and the little Moran, but he felt like he still had one big match left in him. He told me that he and Grifter were going to reunite the Brothers Grimm for one more night and after being offered anyone in the world to face, they picked Raizzor and myself. Sirus knew I was retired, but he felt that this was the match that should cap his career and would I do it? Rob Robinson - Would I do it? That’s one of the world’s stupidest questions, right up there with “Do you want whipped cream on that?” Some things you just don’t have to ask. Obviously, I told Sirus I wouldn’t miss this for the world. Now, the thing is, for years now I’ve talked about how much I can’t stand Sirus and his extended family, how I wanted nothing more than for them to be gone from the PWA forever. But now that I’m faced with the reality of the situation, I have to admit that this is a bittersweet moment for me. It’s one of those times when you finally get what you’ve always wanted only to find out you didn’t really want it that much to begin with. Rob Robinson - Because as much as Sirus Moran has infuriated me and foiled my plans... I can’t believe I just got to say that someone foiled my plans, I’ve always deeply respected him. That may seem odd, but Sirus and I had at least one thing in common, we both love this business, it’s in our blood. Sirus always gave everything he had for the sport, and I respect that. In fact, it would be accurate to say that without Sirus, there wouldn’t be a PWA today. Its an accepted fact that he was the biggest star we had during my initial run, he was the guy people paid to see. Even during the tough times, he was the guy that could be counted on to show up and work his ass off to keep the company going. Rob Robinson - And then, of course, there was the fact that the Moran Clan took over the running of the PWA during a least a few of my sabbaticals, so in a very real way, there would have been no PWA without them. And if the PWA hadn’t done so well back then, there’s no way that Chamelion could have gotten the investors lined up to reopen it today. Rob Robinson - Besides the professional debt that I owe Sirus, there are a few personal things that he’s done for me as well. Over the years as we’ve traveled we’ve spent a lot of time together and I suppose things tend to rub off on people after a while. So, I owe my fondness for Callahan and his odd little establishment to Sirus. The same goes for my love of the Tragically Hip, one of the finest rock bands you’ve never heard of. Unless you’re a Canadian, I guess. But most of all, even though I wasn’t a good friend by any stretch of the definition, I mean, I actively conspired to cost the man his livelihood, Sirus and crew never gave up on me personally. They were always ready to lend a hand or several to do whatever needed to be done, or even just lend an ear during some of my more shameful Yoohoo fueled moments. Rob Robinson - So to say that this match means a lot to me would be an understatement. I get to come out of my own retirement for one night to take on the most decorated, and arguably best, tag team in PWA history and the greatest world champion in PWA history, with the only other man around that could live up to the moment. Raizzor and I don’t get along, and I don’t see that ever changing, but we also have something in common, our respect for the Grimms. So for one night, we’ll put the past aside and we’ll put on a hell of a show and give the Grimms a legendary send-off. Rob Robinson -I mentioned that Sirus is the greatest World champion ever and the Grimms are the most decorated and best tag team champions ever and I meant that. They reached that status by loving the sport rather than the titles. So, while the easy way would be to lay down for the Grimms on their big night and let them leave as winners, that’s not the way they’d want it. To do that would be to disrespect their legacy. They picked Raizzor and I, not only because of our long histories together, but because of our sizable egos. The Grimms may not have any egos, but Raizzor and I together more than make up for them. They knew that while other guys may be awed into a less than stellar performance, they’d get nothing but the best from Raizzor and myself. Rob Robinson - Whereas Sirus is Mr. Fair Play, I’ll use ever dirty trick I’ve got to beat him and I’m not ashamed to admit it. That’s what the Grimms wanted and that’s what they’ll get. They may walk out of Manitoba with the win, but if they do, they’ll have earned it. And that’s the greatest testament I can offer them, that they’ve never taken the easy way and they fought for and earned everything they’ve gotten. Rob Robinson - So, at Manitoba Mayhem, the event made for the Grimms, be ready for a legendary match. You’re going to see four PWA legends going at it for one last time. This is the kind of match you’ll tell your grandkids about. I wouldn’t come out of retirement for just any match, I felt my final fight was a good legacy to leave, but I couldn’t possibly miss this one. And win or loss, I know that this will be a fitting end to my in-ring career and I’m determined to make it a fitting one for the Brothers Grimm, too. [Fade to black.] Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged moran Rookie member is offline Joined: Dec 2007 Gender: Male Posts: 211 There's a light over at the Moran-stein place. « Reply #2 on Sept 9, 2008, 12:57pm » It may very well by a dark and stormy night .. but then it could be nice and sunny for you see we are indoors. See the walls? We appear to be in a deep cellar that may once have been a prison and an alchemists laboratory. Of course, it may also be Doctor Remo’s summer cottage by the looks of things. However, suffice it to say that it is built underground, has a nice dirt floor and oodles and oodles of electric doo-dads doing all sorts of higgeldy piggledy things and make a cacophony of hootenannies. What takes the focal point of the room is a table that you might find in a morgue or, oh sayyyyyyyyyy Doctor Frankensteins lab. Draped over the table is a white cloth and under that table lies a body. And there’s love in the heart, the heart is in the chest, the chest is in the body, the body is on the table, the table on the floor ohhhh hey ho the ---- oh. Sorry. Please understand that after this is done that I’m out of a job. Oh sure, the Morans will take care of me and get me an office job but I really do like the interaction with people. Ahem. Scattered about the room are staples that you’d expect to find in a place like this. There’s a Jacob’s ladder, a therminizer, a large collection of glass tubes and vials filled with various colors of liquids. Think chains are bolted to the wall over to the left because you just never know when you need to chain someone up. Come to think of it, maybe this is Randall’s summer home. Off to one side is a multitude of dead things. There is a full skeleton hanging on a stand; a stuffed owl clutching a stuffed mouse; a Winnipeg Blue Bombers jersey; a jar of what might be spider legs or might be those licorice candies that look like pipes with the red beads at the end; Jackalope antlers; a sign the reads Abe Vigado yet no Abe Vigoda. “Throw open the switches on the sonic oscillator... and step up the reactor power three more points!” We turn around to see Sirus giving orders to Grifter by a wall. Sirus has on a white lab coat with dirt green pants and a short sleeve shirt that you might see doctors wear. Grifter is wearing an old suit that looks like a blind 113 year-old woman with no hands sewed together. He should have just cut some holes in a potato sack if you ask me, which you didn’t. Fair enough. Sirus rubs his hands maniacally together and his wide grin on his face makes the L7 on his forehead wrinkle up. Gridter shuffles over to a wall and starts to turn dials and flip switches with no apparent rhyme or reason but sparks do fly, machines hum, radio stations get dialed in and dogs take notice, so something must have happened. “Come my trusty friend.” Sirus waves Grifter over and they walk to the draped corpse on the table. Grifter grabs a corner of the cloth and starts to lift it up and take a peek at what lies inside but quickly gets his hand slapped. “Sorry my friend, but he isn’t quite ready to be seen. Ve have had many trials and errors and I feel we are close but the conditions must be just right. We have found the perfect body and have tried to add the perfect ingredients to bake the perfect man. Some parts were hard to find you know. Vhy, we have Big Bubba Badd’s perseverance, McDee’s winning personality, Rage’s fear and Fear’s rage, a scale from Chamelion, some unknown substance from the Cereal Killers and Gareth Evans’ …. No you’re right, we couldn’t get anythnig useful from Evans.” Grifter looked up at his ‘master’ and smirks. “This, my greatest creation, this will help us to gain victory over the Phoenix and Raizzor. Alone, they are but one person each, but together, OH YES, together they are TWO people acting as some sort of team. Are they as clever as us? No. Do they have a tag team name? No. Do they have a cleverly named finishing move like us? No. Do they have a history with us? Well, yes .. but then that was the whole point wasn’t it? You and I my friend, we have created a great thing out of nothing. We came to the PWA untried and not very tested .. but then I never did test very well so bonus for me. Who would have thought that a guy that people called a loony, a moron, a nincompoop, a man-child, a walking joke and a guy like me could have formed such a powerful tag team?” Grifter does a double take and lunges at Sirus who ducks out of the way. Off camera we hear a crash. “Hey, a nickle.” Sirus straightens up with a coin in his hand and a beam in his smile. “The PWA has always been a patch work. Sometimes it was only held together by the merest of patches. Sometimes you had a group of five different people but when they worked together you had a hand. Some people were the heart, some were the brains, some were an … well, a posterior. You take all of those body parts and add them together and you have the PWA. I have never wondered too long about what part I might leave behind because quite frankly I’m afraid to know. I may think one thing and everyone else might think I’m the part you see walking away. The Phoenix, well he makes up part of the brain of the PWA. He ran the show and set me straight. We may not always have seen eye to eye and he probably tried to run my out of town more than he took my hand in help, but he is always thinking … unless he’s on a diary related bender. I tried to run the PWA once and I think the best thing I can say is that I didn’t run it into the ground and it was still healthy when I handed the reigns over. What I did for maybe two months was enough, I am not strong enough to run a federation. Luckily that isn’t what I do eh? If nothing else, the Phoenix is an incredible thinker … makes me glad I’m only wrestling against him.” Oh snap. “And what can I say about Raizzor that hasn’t already been said? He’s kind, caring, thoughtful and the best friend a guy could want.” Wait, did he just --- “Raizzor is like the back bone of things. He’s always there holding people up. He can bend but hasn’t broken yet. When times are tough and spirits are low he’ll put everyone on his shoulders and carry them until times are good again. Right, shoulders. Raizzor is the shoulders of this operation. As we walk through the murk at times we need a keen vision to see past the troubles and to look towards the bright future. Hunh, as the eyes of the show, Raizzor has a solid footing on things and while he might slip once and a while, he will stand through it all. Wow, classifying Raizzor is a pain in the posterior.” Sirus brightens up, sticks a finger in the air as if to sat ‘ah ha’ but gets a semi-frightened look on his face and thinks better of saying anything. “At any rate I get to go out with giant pieces of my puzzle in my own home town. I’m am not diluted enough to think that I can resurrect my career like I can my friend here,” Sirus pats the body under the sheet “and I don’t want to look like one of the walking dead that I have been for the past while. There is no energy drink in existence that could help me do this for much longer. My energy is on my family, and we all know how big that is. I do not want to seem like I am a monster and looking to just up and leave, but I have created a memory in peoples minds of me, for better or for worse, and that will have to do. I have been doing this off and mostly on for a while now and I will have to settle for the amount of titles that I along with Grifter have won. I will take my final bow with Grifter by my side and say farewell to wrestling. Doesn’t mean I won’t stop by for a visit, but my in ring days as a wrestler will be over. And if I can help resurrect Raizzor like I can my buddy here than so be it.” Sirus looks not quite as happy as he normally does. Saying goodbye to something you love is a hard thing to do at the best of times, and this is the best of times. “At any rate, I think we are about ready to see my master creation! Grifter, if you will?” Grifter slaps his legs with his hands in an attempt for a drum roll. Sirus grabs the sheet and whips it off to reveal … … ‘Al’ with an empty bottle of Grizzly Beer. Fade out … (And if you didn’t see that coming, then you probably won’t miss him. Well, this has been better than my recent fair but still not vintage … hence the retirement.) Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Forum Jump--------------------» Home