Post by Dominic Reynolds on Sept 20, 2011 21:04:06 GMT -5
Thy WWE Presents: Monday Night Raw
Date: September 19th, 2011
Venue: The Vice Pit in Las Vegas, Nevada.
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As our internet stream comes to life, all we can see is a grainy, static background flickering repeatedly. Within the grainy static, we can see a porcelain mask similar to the one worn by Caitlin Callihan. All of a sudden, two hands come together and crush the mask, immediately replacing the shot with our live stream of The Vice Pit in Las Vegas, Nevada. At most, there only looks to be twenty fans seated watching. The ring looks empty, there are no announcers at the announcer table. What is going on here?
"Missing Link" by Curve hits the soundspeakers, and the few fans in attendance immediately erupt in a chorus of boos for the now double champion - one official, one unofficial. Kendall makes his way out from the entrance, clad fully in a suit and tie, yet with a championship draped over either shoulder; SCW World title on one side, and the Thy WWE United States title on the other. Caitlyn Callahan silently follows behind him, dressed equally formally and with clipboard in hand as ever. He climbs up into the ring, grabbing a microphone and not even bothering to wait before the small crowd quiets down.
Alex Kendall: "Look, it doesn't particularly matter whatever we say out here all by ourselves, so let's just get straight to the point. Starr, get out here."
There's only a few seconds pause before "Superstar" by Lupe Fiasco hits. The General Manager slyly makes his way down the rampway with a microphone of his own, rolling underneath the bottom rope and climbing up to his feet. Alex and Austin grin at one another, the smugness in the air practically suffocating.
Alex Kendall: "You know, it's clever what you've been doing, all this trying to outdo what SCW did with RAW, all the opponents you've set me up against hoping they'll get rid of me. The fact is, Starr, it doesn't make a lick of difference who you set me up against, because you know full well that there's no one in this company that can beat me. And deep down, I suspect you already know that we're only a couple of months away before you have to call me 'Boss' again. That is, providing I keep you around - and providing I keep the company around, so - when you're standing in line at the unemployment office, I just want you to know that you signed my contract, and you put yourself there. Do me a favour and remember that, will you?"
Austin pauses for a short laugh before speaking himself.
Austin Starr: "Cute speech. It would be better if it wasn't for the fact that you, Alex - can I call you Alex? You're an afterthought. Sooner or later - depending on whenever I decide I'm bored of dealing with you, you're going to be stamped out, and by then I'll have gotten every use I need out of you."
Alex Kendall: "Use? What use?"
The General Manager points, his finger directed at Callahan, who looks up from her clipboard. Even from behind a mask, you can sense she's unsettled being in the same ring as him.
Austin Starr: "Her."
Alex is much more casual about the whole affair, grin widening.
Alex Kendall: "All of this for one more match with Caitlyn."
Austin Starr: "That's all I want. Once I've got that, you're as good as done."
Alex Kendall: "Then let's talk."
Kendall smirks, placing the United States Championship on the floor, still proudly cradling the SCW title.
Alex Kendall: "You claim you can get rid of me easily, and yet there's also something you want that I can provide. So, we're both businessmen. Let's call a compromise."
Austin Starr: "I'm listening."
Alex Kendall: "You and me have a match. Standard singles rules. If you win, you get the privilege of calling yourself SCW World Champion for a second time, in addition to being the man who killed the company - and that match that you've wanted for over a year now."
The cogs turn in Starr's head, his gaze shifting repeatedly between Kendall and Callahan.
Austin Starr: "You're saying that if I beat you, I get her - all to myself."
Alex Kendall: "All to yourself. But remember. If."
Starr's grin equals Kendall, and he steps forward, offering a handshake to finalize the agreement.
Austin Starr: "Deal."
But much to his chagrin, Kendall completely blanks the handshake, turning away from him and instead heading over to Callahan, who hands him her clipboard.
"I thought you'd agree to it, which was why I went through the trouble of having the contract printed and approved before this little meeting here."
He turns it around, showing the contract to Starr, who doesn't even read it - his gaze is still locked on the masked woman.
Alex Kendall: "There is, of course, a number of clauses in there that we had to insist on. Given that the next upcoming event is Wrestlemania of all things, the value of my name as United States Champion and yours as General Manager, the fact that Caitlyn herself is not a contracted wrestler here in Thy WWE, we felt it was only fair that my earnings for this contest should be equivalent to ten per--"
Austin Starr: "I don't care! I said deal already, give just give me a goddamn pen."
Alex removes a pen from the clipboard's pin, and no sooner than he's about to hand it to him we hear "I Believe" by Creed suddenly begin playing. Kenneth Walker comes storming out from the backstage area, practically sprinting to the ring and sliding under the bottom rope, glaring a murderous look at Kendall. Holy shit, this is huge. Alex is rather happy to see him, but still looks pompous as hell doing it.
Alex Kendall: "Ah, Kenneth Walker, my old champion. It's been a long time."
Kenneth Walker: "Finish your sentence."
Kendall's smile vanishes, instead replaced by a raised eyebrow.
Alex Kendall: "Excuse me?"
Kenneth Walker: "You were saying how much you want to be paid for this match. How much?"
The response comes without a moment's hesitation.
Alex Kendall: "The equivalent of a ten percent share."
Walker is speechless. The small crowd is much more vocal about it, shouting and cursing at such an outrageous demand.
Kenneth Walker: "...Ten percent for one match."
Alex Kendall: "Given the circumstances and stipulations, it sounds perfectly fair. Mr. Starr here seems to agree. In fact, he was about to sign the contract, so if you don't mind--"
Kendall is about to offer the clipboard to Starr when Walker immediately snatches it out of his hand, ripping the contract from the clipboard and tearing it to pieces as quickly as he can. He throws the now empty clipboard to the floor, leering at Alex, only for Austin to suddenly shove him, yelling at him about what he thinks he's doing. It degrades into a shouting match between Walker and Starr, Starr insisting on having 'his revenge' and Ken telling him to think sense for the sake of the company. Kendall simply frowns, picking up his title from the mat.
Alex Kendall: "Well, it seems we don't have anything more to discuss, so if you gentlemen don't mind--"
Kenneth Walker: "Hold on a second."
Walker breaks away from the argument, just to stop Alex leaving through the middle rope. The SCW invader cocks his leg back into the ring, curious.
Kenneth Walker: "I don't have a clue what you're planning, Kendall, but no matter what it is, I can't run the risk of you being in a position to pull the plug on this company like you walked away from SCW, nor can I allow Austin to put you in that position to begin with. You want to talk about a match, how about we resolve every one of those issues at Wrestlemania?"
Ken indicates all four individuals in the ring with a circle of his finger.
Kenneth Walker: "You and Callahan versus Austin and myself. Tornado tag team rules. Austin gets his match, and I get to stop you from killing this company."
A smirk comes across Starr's face. like a cat who's got the cream. Alex and Callahan have a few words, before that same smile is on Alex's face.
Alex Kendall: "And when I win, I get my ten percent."
Kenneth Walker: "If you win."
Alex shakes his head, taking a step towards the two. Callahan keeps her distance.
Alex Kendall: "No, Mr. Walker."
Alex sticks his hand out towards Ken - that evil smirk still plastered over his face.
Alex Kendall: "When."
Ken stares at Alex, and then to the hand. Reluctantly, he offers his own firm, defiant handshake. The two keep the grip for several seconds, muttering words to each other the camera doesn't pick up before they pull away. The screeching of Missing Link begins playing again, as both Alex and Caitlyn leave the ring, satisfied with what's unfolded - while Austin and Walker stare frustratedly at each other in the ring, with both of them continuing to jaw at each other. Either way you look at it though, the huge match has been signed. It's gonna be great. Our stream then cuts out.
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Date: September 19th, 2011
Venue: The Vice Pit in Las Vegas, Nevada.
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As our internet stream comes to life, all we can see is a grainy, static background flickering repeatedly. Within the grainy static, we can see a porcelain mask similar to the one worn by Caitlin Callihan. All of a sudden, two hands come together and crush the mask, immediately replacing the shot with our live stream of The Vice Pit in Las Vegas, Nevada. At most, there only looks to be twenty fans seated watching. The ring looks empty, there are no announcers at the announcer table. What is going on here?
"Missing Link" by Curve hits the soundspeakers, and the few fans in attendance immediately erupt in a chorus of boos for the now double champion - one official, one unofficial. Kendall makes his way out from the entrance, clad fully in a suit and tie, yet with a championship draped over either shoulder; SCW World title on one side, and the Thy WWE United States title on the other. Caitlyn Callahan silently follows behind him, dressed equally formally and with clipboard in hand as ever. He climbs up into the ring, grabbing a microphone and not even bothering to wait before the small crowd quiets down.
Alex Kendall: "Look, it doesn't particularly matter whatever we say out here all by ourselves, so let's just get straight to the point. Starr, get out here."
There's only a few seconds pause before "Superstar" by Lupe Fiasco hits. The General Manager slyly makes his way down the rampway with a microphone of his own, rolling underneath the bottom rope and climbing up to his feet. Alex and Austin grin at one another, the smugness in the air practically suffocating.
Alex Kendall: "You know, it's clever what you've been doing, all this trying to outdo what SCW did with RAW, all the opponents you've set me up against hoping they'll get rid of me. The fact is, Starr, it doesn't make a lick of difference who you set me up against, because you know full well that there's no one in this company that can beat me. And deep down, I suspect you already know that we're only a couple of months away before you have to call me 'Boss' again. That is, providing I keep you around - and providing I keep the company around, so - when you're standing in line at the unemployment office, I just want you to know that you signed my contract, and you put yourself there. Do me a favour and remember that, will you?"
Austin pauses for a short laugh before speaking himself.
Austin Starr: "Cute speech. It would be better if it wasn't for the fact that you, Alex - can I call you Alex? You're an afterthought. Sooner or later - depending on whenever I decide I'm bored of dealing with you, you're going to be stamped out, and by then I'll have gotten every use I need out of you."
Alex Kendall: "Use? What use?"
The General Manager points, his finger directed at Callahan, who looks up from her clipboard. Even from behind a mask, you can sense she's unsettled being in the same ring as him.
Austin Starr: "Her."
Alex is much more casual about the whole affair, grin widening.
Alex Kendall: "All of this for one more match with Caitlyn."
Austin Starr: "That's all I want. Once I've got that, you're as good as done."
Alex Kendall: "Then let's talk."
Kendall smirks, placing the United States Championship on the floor, still proudly cradling the SCW title.
Alex Kendall: "You claim you can get rid of me easily, and yet there's also something you want that I can provide. So, we're both businessmen. Let's call a compromise."
Austin Starr: "I'm listening."
Alex Kendall: "You and me have a match. Standard singles rules. If you win, you get the privilege of calling yourself SCW World Champion for a second time, in addition to being the man who killed the company - and that match that you've wanted for over a year now."
The cogs turn in Starr's head, his gaze shifting repeatedly between Kendall and Callahan.
Austin Starr: "You're saying that if I beat you, I get her - all to myself."
Alex Kendall: "All to yourself. But remember. If."
Starr's grin equals Kendall, and he steps forward, offering a handshake to finalize the agreement.
Austin Starr: "Deal."
But much to his chagrin, Kendall completely blanks the handshake, turning away from him and instead heading over to Callahan, who hands him her clipboard.
"I thought you'd agree to it, which was why I went through the trouble of having the contract printed and approved before this little meeting here."
He turns it around, showing the contract to Starr, who doesn't even read it - his gaze is still locked on the masked woman.
Alex Kendall: "There is, of course, a number of clauses in there that we had to insist on. Given that the next upcoming event is Wrestlemania of all things, the value of my name as United States Champion and yours as General Manager, the fact that Caitlyn herself is not a contracted wrestler here in Thy WWE, we felt it was only fair that my earnings for this contest should be equivalent to ten per--"
Austin Starr: "I don't care! I said deal already, give just give me a goddamn pen."
Alex removes a pen from the clipboard's pin, and no sooner than he's about to hand it to him we hear "I Believe" by Creed suddenly begin playing. Kenneth Walker comes storming out from the backstage area, practically sprinting to the ring and sliding under the bottom rope, glaring a murderous look at Kendall. Holy shit, this is huge. Alex is rather happy to see him, but still looks pompous as hell doing it.
Alex Kendall: "Ah, Kenneth Walker, my old champion. It's been a long time."
Kenneth Walker: "Finish your sentence."
Kendall's smile vanishes, instead replaced by a raised eyebrow.
Alex Kendall: "Excuse me?"
Kenneth Walker: "You were saying how much you want to be paid for this match. How much?"
The response comes without a moment's hesitation.
Alex Kendall: "The equivalent of a ten percent share."
Walker is speechless. The small crowd is much more vocal about it, shouting and cursing at such an outrageous demand.
Kenneth Walker: "...Ten percent for one match."
Alex Kendall: "Given the circumstances and stipulations, it sounds perfectly fair. Mr. Starr here seems to agree. In fact, he was about to sign the contract, so if you don't mind--"
Kendall is about to offer the clipboard to Starr when Walker immediately snatches it out of his hand, ripping the contract from the clipboard and tearing it to pieces as quickly as he can. He throws the now empty clipboard to the floor, leering at Alex, only for Austin to suddenly shove him, yelling at him about what he thinks he's doing. It degrades into a shouting match between Walker and Starr, Starr insisting on having 'his revenge' and Ken telling him to think sense for the sake of the company. Kendall simply frowns, picking up his title from the mat.
Alex Kendall: "Well, it seems we don't have anything more to discuss, so if you gentlemen don't mind--"
Kenneth Walker: "Hold on a second."
Walker breaks away from the argument, just to stop Alex leaving through the middle rope. The SCW invader cocks his leg back into the ring, curious.
Kenneth Walker: "I don't have a clue what you're planning, Kendall, but no matter what it is, I can't run the risk of you being in a position to pull the plug on this company like you walked away from SCW, nor can I allow Austin to put you in that position to begin with. You want to talk about a match, how about we resolve every one of those issues at Wrestlemania?"
Ken indicates all four individuals in the ring with a circle of his finger.
Kenneth Walker: "You and Callahan versus Austin and myself. Tornado tag team rules. Austin gets his match, and I get to stop you from killing this company."
A smirk comes across Starr's face. like a cat who's got the cream. Alex and Callahan have a few words, before that same smile is on Alex's face.
Alex Kendall: "And when I win, I get my ten percent."
Kenneth Walker: "If you win."
Alex shakes his head, taking a step towards the two. Callahan keeps her distance.
Alex Kendall: "No, Mr. Walker."
Alex sticks his hand out towards Ken - that evil smirk still plastered over his face.
Alex Kendall: "When."
Ken stares at Alex, and then to the hand. Reluctantly, he offers his own firm, defiant handshake. The two keep the grip for several seconds, muttering words to each other the camera doesn't pick up before they pull away. The screeching of Missing Link begins playing again, as both Alex and Caitlyn leave the ring, satisfied with what's unfolded - while Austin and Walker stare frustratedly at each other in the ring, with both of them continuing to jaw at each other. Either way you look at it though, the huge match has been signed. It's gonna be great. Our stream then cuts out.
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