-Video. Start.-
"Some reach for the highest honors in this business."
A newspaper article showing an image of Dallas Cruz and Major Devastation winning the second FWD tournamanet appeared, with the headline -DUAL WINNERS AT THIS YEAR'S FWD-.
"Some would rather reek their vengeance upon anyone in their path."
Another newspaper was dropped on top of the first, with the main image being that of Mike Landry standing over a broken and beaten Phoenixfire, the headline saying -PSYCHO LANDRY DOUSES THE FIRE-.
"And then there are those that reach for the highest prizes offered."
The previous two articles were covered up as a new one fell on top of them, this newspaper showing the picture of Saint Joey holding the EWA Sprocket Championship high above his head, with the headline -SAINT FINALLY A CHAMPION-.
"But I say... ******** that s**t."
The scene flashed in an instant to show a large room. The room was decorated with large pictures of Matt Shanahan in his greatest moments, the biggest one in the center of wall being a painting of him riding a black panther. Above it, a bloodied baseball bat was mounted on the wall, right under the FFA:US Championship. Beside the title on each side, the ICW Championship and the ICW World Heavyweight Championship were both mounted. In the middle of the room sat a large desk, adorned with many decorations, a telephone topped with a naked woman, and a large computer screen. Beside the desk on the right was a large, stuffed black bear standing up on its hind legs, and right behind the desk sat Matt Shanahan. He turned in his chair to face the camera, showing off his usual black muscle shirt, aviator-covered eyes, and his slick black hair. He smirked at the camera as he leaned foward his black leather chair.
"Welcome, bitches. I know what you're thinking: What is this? What's going on? Why is Matt Shanahan in a fancy office? Well, allow me to inform you, ********. Due to a corporate take over of some smaller, insignificant wrestling businesses, you are now looking at the Mother ******** C.E.O. of the Global Revolution Wrestling."
The camera panned in to show a name plate on the desk, saying:
Matt Shanahan
M.F.C.E.O. of Global Revolution Wrestling
The camera began to shoot to other images inside of the room, as Matt continued to talk. The first image it showed was a picture of him standing over an unconcious Freakshow, holding the FFA:US Championship high. The next showed two pictures: the first being of him standing with Nova Starr attached to his waist, and the other with him, Nuke Fusion, and Chrono Clepsydra, each with their arms crossed. The last scene it showed was him with Saint Joey, and a picture of him next to Kelly King, except it was clear that the image was photoshopped to have Shanahan's head on the body. Mainly because, the man originally in the photo was the same height as Kelly King.
"You see, the wrestling world needs innovation. We aren't living in the times of EEW and DCW anymore, assholes. No, it seems like all you'll find on your televisions are EWA and WWE:Evolution. I used to be able to find -me- on every station I'd search through. But now? s**t's gotten staler than a cracker at a picnic. And it's making me sick. I'll tell you why it's gotten stale too."
The image went back to Matt at his desk, showing him pouring a bottle of Jack Daniels into a coffee mug, adorned with images of Playboy models.
"The wrestlers of today are ******** pussies, that's why. The last badass thing I've seen in the ring was when -I- knocked that quitter Freakshow out with a baseball bat. Everyone's all about politics, titles, getting their dicks sucked, and all around faggotry. This ******** industry needs to be amped up, and I'm just the man to do it."
Shanahan paused to take a huge chug from his coffee mug, before letting out a content sigh and throwing the mug at the camera. As soon as it hit it, the scene flashed to Matt walking down a long hallway, the camera staying in front of him.
"I'm sure you're asking by now, 'But Matt, how the ******** do you plan on doing this?'... Well, it's simple, c**t-lickers. GRW isn't just some fancy name to grab your attention. No, it has a purpose. We're traveling the globe, bitches. But we ain't staying in arenas full-time. No, we're going to different climates and s**t. Environments, weather conditions, special locations, you name it. From a back lot in Philadelphia, to the mists of the Amazon Rain Forest. Damn right, I'm talking outdoor wrestling as well. Wrestling in the snow, on ice, in the rain, in a dry heat, on top of a mountain, you name it, and our development team has thought of it. Who's helping in that department you ask? The ******** beautiful Yuke Clepsydra, that's who."
The scene quickly flashed to show a board room meeting, with Matt Shanahan sitting at the table, along with a few other men and women. At the front of the room stood Yuke Clepsydra, showing off a chart of a maze with a wrestling ring in the middle of it, with the words -PYRAMID MATCH- on the top.
Yuke: "So, as you can see, this match would be innovation at it's finest. The morons make their way to the middle of the pyramid, where a wrestling ring will be. They'll get in, and from there it's basically a ladder match. The Pyramid match, for a special Egyptian themed Pay-Per-View. What do you bitches think?"
Matt chuckled and looked around the room, before looking at Yuke.
"That's ******** gold. I'll get the creative team working on that ASAP. Don't you guys agree?"
Everyone in the room began to clap enthusiastically at the idea, except for one dude in the back who was playing with iPod. Yuke stared him down for a long moment, before charging forward and jumping over the oval table, dropkicking the nonchalant man in the face. He fell over in his chair with a loud yelp, with Yuke landing on top of him. Shanahan stood up from his chair and looked over at the two on the floor, before smirking coldly.
"You see that? Yuke Clepsydra just owned your a**, b***h."
The scene flashed back to show Matt Shanahan walking down the same hallway.
"Not only that, but every match we produce is currently being tested..."
The scene went to show Jason Byers and Alastor Adonilm standing in a wrestling ring, but outdoors. The outside of the ring was covered in snow, and surrounded by a steel cell. The scene around them seemed to be on top of a tall, snowy mountain. On the backs of both men were small parachutes, both of which were already undone. They began to charge at eachother, until a strong gust of wind came in, catching the parachutes. The strong force picked Jason Byers up and out of the ring, before smashing him into the unforigiving fence of the cell, and dropping him to the ground below. He let out a loud yelp, before slowly pushing himself back to his feet, the wind disappearing.
"... By the best researchers in the business. Only the best have volunteered to give it a shot..."
The scene flashed back to Matt, just in time to show him pushing open a door. Inside the room was a normal wrestling ring, with Brantley Sumemrs and Dallas Cruz in a lock up inside the ring. Outside the ring on each side, sat an opened deep freezer. Matt paused to watch, as Dallas landed a low blow on Brantley with the heel of her boot. He let out a gasp of pain, before he was pushed through the ropes and into the empty deep freezer. Dallas quickly slid out of the ring and slammed the lid shut, climbing on top of it right afterwards. Shanahan walked over and snickered at the sight.
"Hey sexy b***h, testing out the Freezer match, huh?"
Dallas gave Matt a complete look of shock and anger, which was momentarily replaced with complete surprise. This was because the lid was forced open, sending her down to the ground, as an angry and very cold Brantley stood up and climbed out of the freezer. Shanahan blinked, before turning back to the camera and making his way out of the room. On his way out, the camera showed him walking by Chrono Clepsydra and patting him on the back.
"I love the Freezer match idea, broski. It's ******** legit."
Chrono simply nodded at Matt, before looking back to the brawl unfolding by the ring. Shanahan continued to walk out of the room, as his voice continued to play through the video.
"As you can see, all of our matches are currently under testing right now, to make sure that they're badass enough for the public, and safe enough so that pussies don't cry about getting banged up abit."
Matt walked out of the room, as the sounds of Brantley yelling profanities at Dallas Cruz could be heard. The scene flashed again, to show Matt Shanahan back in his office and going to sit in his chair.
"In case you haven't got it yet, let's just make it clear. This isn't some p***y s**t business. If you're worried about your championships or if you're gonna get hurt, don't bother applying. And for those that -are- interested, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking this industry is going to tank like every other indy business. But I assure you, it won't. With my highly paid team of experts and specialists, this company won't be going down without a fight. EWA and WWE:Evolution have been at the top of the pack for -way- too long. It's time for some new blood... And the best in the business, is here to give it to you. Because if there's one thing for certain, it's this: Matt Shanahan always gets his way. And his way as of right now, is it revolutionize this industry. Starting with this..."
Matt paused to look at the phone on his desk, and pressed a button on it.
"Hey, sexy secretary, get me Eras Clepsydra. I just got tired of EWA being the best business around."
Matt let go of the button and looked to the camera, an arrogant smirk crossing his face.
"It's time to crank this s**t to a whole new level... Do you have the guts to try it out?"
-Video. End.-
"Some reach for the highest honors in this business."
A newspaper article showing an image of Dallas Cruz and Major Devastation winning the second FWD tournamanet appeared, with the headline -DUAL WINNERS AT THIS YEAR'S FWD-.
"Some would rather reek their vengeance upon anyone in their path."
Another newspaper was dropped on top of the first, with the main image being that of Mike Landry standing over a broken and beaten Phoenixfire, the headline saying -PSYCHO LANDRY DOUSES THE FIRE-.
"And then there are those that reach for the highest prizes offered."
The previous two articles were covered up as a new one fell on top of them, this newspaper showing the picture of Saint Joey holding the EWA Sprocket Championship high above his head, with the headline -SAINT FINALLY A CHAMPION-.
"But I say... ******** that s**t."
The scene flashed in an instant to show a large room. The room was decorated with large pictures of Matt Shanahan in his greatest moments, the biggest one in the center of wall being a painting of him riding a black panther. Above it, a bloodied baseball bat was mounted on the wall, right under the FFA:US Championship. Beside the title on each side, the ICW Championship and the ICW World Heavyweight Championship were both mounted. In the middle of the room sat a large desk, adorned with many decorations, a telephone topped with a naked woman, and a large computer screen. Beside the desk on the right was a large, stuffed black bear standing up on its hind legs, and right behind the desk sat Matt Shanahan. He turned in his chair to face the camera, showing off his usual black muscle shirt, aviator-covered eyes, and his slick black hair. He smirked at the camera as he leaned foward his black leather chair.
"Welcome, bitches. I know what you're thinking: What is this? What's going on? Why is Matt Shanahan in a fancy office? Well, allow me to inform you, ********. Due to a corporate take over of some smaller, insignificant wrestling businesses, you are now looking at the Mother ******** C.E.O. of the Global Revolution Wrestling."
The camera panned in to show a name plate on the desk, saying:
Matt Shanahan
M.F.C.E.O. of Global Revolution Wrestling
The camera began to shoot to other images inside of the room, as Matt continued to talk. The first image it showed was a picture of him standing over an unconcious Freakshow, holding the FFA:US Championship high. The next showed two pictures: the first being of him standing with Nova Starr attached to his waist, and the other with him, Nuke Fusion, and Chrono Clepsydra, each with their arms crossed. The last scene it showed was him with Saint Joey, and a picture of him next to Kelly King, except it was clear that the image was photoshopped to have Shanahan's head on the body. Mainly because, the man originally in the photo was the same height as Kelly King.
"You see, the wrestling world needs innovation. We aren't living in the times of EEW and DCW anymore, assholes. No, it seems like all you'll find on your televisions are EWA and WWE:Evolution. I used to be able to find -me- on every station I'd search through. But now? s**t's gotten staler than a cracker at a picnic. And it's making me sick. I'll tell you why it's gotten stale too."
The image went back to Matt at his desk, showing him pouring a bottle of Jack Daniels into a coffee mug, adorned with images of Playboy models.
"The wrestlers of today are ******** pussies, that's why. The last badass thing I've seen in the ring was when -I- knocked that quitter Freakshow out with a baseball bat. Everyone's all about politics, titles, getting their dicks sucked, and all around faggotry. This ******** industry needs to be amped up, and I'm just the man to do it."
Shanahan paused to take a huge chug from his coffee mug, before letting out a content sigh and throwing the mug at the camera. As soon as it hit it, the scene flashed to Matt walking down a long hallway, the camera staying in front of him.
"I'm sure you're asking by now, 'But Matt, how the ******** do you plan on doing this?'... Well, it's simple, c**t-lickers. GRW isn't just some fancy name to grab your attention. No, it has a purpose. We're traveling the globe, bitches. But we ain't staying in arenas full-time. No, we're going to different climates and s**t. Environments, weather conditions, special locations, you name it. From a back lot in Philadelphia, to the mists of the Amazon Rain Forest. Damn right, I'm talking outdoor wrestling as well. Wrestling in the snow, on ice, in the rain, in a dry heat, on top of a mountain, you name it, and our development team has thought of it. Who's helping in that department you ask? The ******** beautiful Yuke Clepsydra, that's who."
The scene quickly flashed to show a board room meeting, with Matt Shanahan sitting at the table, along with a few other men and women. At the front of the room stood Yuke Clepsydra, showing off a chart of a maze with a wrestling ring in the middle of it, with the words -PYRAMID MATCH- on the top.
Yuke: "So, as you can see, this match would be innovation at it's finest. The morons make their way to the middle of the pyramid, where a wrestling ring will be. They'll get in, and from there it's basically a ladder match. The Pyramid match, for a special Egyptian themed Pay-Per-View. What do you bitches think?"
Matt chuckled and looked around the room, before looking at Yuke.
"That's ******** gold. I'll get the creative team working on that ASAP. Don't you guys agree?"
Everyone in the room began to clap enthusiastically at the idea, except for one dude in the back who was playing with iPod. Yuke stared him down for a long moment, before charging forward and jumping over the oval table, dropkicking the nonchalant man in the face. He fell over in his chair with a loud yelp, with Yuke landing on top of him. Shanahan stood up from his chair and looked over at the two on the floor, before smirking coldly.
"You see that? Yuke Clepsydra just owned your a**, b***h."
The scene flashed back to show Matt Shanahan walking down the same hallway.
"Not only that, but every match we produce is currently being tested..."
The scene went to show Jason Byers and Alastor Adonilm standing in a wrestling ring, but outdoors. The outside of the ring was covered in snow, and surrounded by a steel cell. The scene around them seemed to be on top of a tall, snowy mountain. On the backs of both men were small parachutes, both of which were already undone. They began to charge at eachother, until a strong gust of wind came in, catching the parachutes. The strong force picked Jason Byers up and out of the ring, before smashing him into the unforigiving fence of the cell, and dropping him to the ground below. He let out a loud yelp, before slowly pushing himself back to his feet, the wind disappearing.
"... By the best researchers in the business. Only the best have volunteered to give it a shot..."
The scene flashed back to Matt, just in time to show him pushing open a door. Inside the room was a normal wrestling ring, with Brantley Sumemrs and Dallas Cruz in a lock up inside the ring. Outside the ring on each side, sat an opened deep freezer. Matt paused to watch, as Dallas landed a low blow on Brantley with the heel of her boot. He let out a gasp of pain, before he was pushed through the ropes and into the empty deep freezer. Dallas quickly slid out of the ring and slammed the lid shut, climbing on top of it right afterwards. Shanahan walked over and snickered at the sight.
"Hey sexy b***h, testing out the Freezer match, huh?"
Dallas gave Matt a complete look of shock and anger, which was momentarily replaced with complete surprise. This was because the lid was forced open, sending her down to the ground, as an angry and very cold Brantley stood up and climbed out of the freezer. Shanahan blinked, before turning back to the camera and making his way out of the room. On his way out, the camera showed him walking by Chrono Clepsydra and patting him on the back.
"I love the Freezer match idea, broski. It's ******** legit."
Chrono simply nodded at Matt, before looking back to the brawl unfolding by the ring. Shanahan continued to walk out of the room, as his voice continued to play through the video.
"As you can see, all of our matches are currently under testing right now, to make sure that they're badass enough for the public, and safe enough so that pussies don't cry about getting banged up abit."
Matt walked out of the room, as the sounds of Brantley yelling profanities at Dallas Cruz could be heard. The scene flashed again, to show Matt Shanahan back in his office and going to sit in his chair.
"In case you haven't got it yet, let's just make it clear. This isn't some p***y s**t business. If you're worried about your championships or if you're gonna get hurt, don't bother applying. And for those that -are- interested, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking this industry is going to tank like every other indy business. But I assure you, it won't. With my highly paid team of experts and specialists, this company won't be going down without a fight. EWA and WWE:Evolution have been at the top of the pack for -way- too long. It's time for some new blood... And the best in the business, is here to give it to you. Because if there's one thing for certain, it's this: Matt Shanahan always gets his way. And his way as of right now, is it revolutionize this industry. Starting with this..."
Matt paused to look at the phone on his desk, and pressed a button on it.
"Hey, sexy secretary, get me Eras Clepsydra. I just got tired of EWA being the best business around."
Matt let go of the button and looked to the camera, an arrogant smirk crossing his face.
"It's time to crank this s**t to a whole new level... Do you have the guts to try it out?"
-Video. End.-
