How did we get here?
Dec 31, 2017 17:46:06 GMT
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Dec 31, 2017 17:46:06 GMT
December 20th- NBW’s Blood Factory
[Static Feed]
Fade in:
The screen clears and sitting at his rich mahogany wooden desk is Vincent Pryde dressed in a pale grey business suit with a vile of blood hanging from a necklace around his neck. He smiles sheepishly as he plays with the dangling life force as Onslaught stands with his massive arms crossed behind him.
“Hello everyone, I know you’re wondering why you are here…”
The camera pans around the room showing the champions of the New Blood Wrestling sitting in black steel chairs, from right to left, the Bum Fight Champion in Ralph “The Human Vomit”, the Women’s Champion in Vandalia “The Desert Rose”, the Tag Champions in the Snake Pit Rattlesnake and Viper, the First Blood Champion in KiD DeKaY, and the World Champion in Cassidy Kaine.
“You are all here as MY champions and as MY champions, you have proven your weight in gold tenfold…”
Viper and Rattlesnake scratch the back of their heads and it’s Rattlesnake who speaks first.
“So what’s the catch, Pryde? You still jerking it because UCI went under earlier this week?”
Pryde lightly chuckles.
“Ha, yeah no big shocker there… I’ve been doing my due diligence behind the scenes for awhile now and all that hard work is what brings us here to this very day…”
Cassidy Kaine pats his World title on his shoulder.
“I’m ready to step up for you, boss. It’s OUR time.”
Pryde smirks.
“A day late and a dollar short I'm afraid, kid… I may have been burning the midnight oil with the SYFY bigwigs to get this deal that we acquired, but they had some demands in return… They want fresh new champions…”
Pryde looks at Ralph and Vandalia.
“Don’t worry you two are safe… SYFY doesn’t recognize your titles, so you are free to be what you want to be.”
Vandalia scoffs at Pryde.
“¿Qué quiere decir con eso, jefe?”
“English baby doll, english. I don’t understand your taco bell lingo.”
Vandalia looks a bit offended but she swallows it down before talking.
“What do you mean by what you… Said, boss?”
Pryde looks at all the champions and then settles for Vandalia again.
“Deary, you are a great champion, you know I praise you at every turn… But SYFY has an image they want me to get to with NBW and that image is going to be one that is going to take the whole world by storm. Women’s titles and homeless people aren’t what the bigwigs want… It’s what I want, but not them, do you understand?”
Vandalia nods a bit and she jumps back as Ralph vomits onto the ground in front of her.
“Dear god, Ralph!”
Pryde shakes his head as Ralph wipes his mouth with the back of his arm.
“I’m sorry, just a bit of beef stew not sitting well…”
Viper covers his mouth and looks at the vomit chunks.
“Maybe a bit of toilet wine too there, chief?”
Ralph shrugs and rubs his ‘title’ belt with its cardboard plate and duct tape holding it all together on a cheap brown strap.
“Ralph, I gotta be honest, you have given NBW a lot of heart over the years, but SYFY doesn’t see the quality of entertainment that you and your other vagabond friends offer. You put the asses in seats, man… Which makes it so I can’t just turn my back on you and call it quits… But to make it right, I had to bring in one of our old champions to watch out for all of you crazies.”
Ralph rubs his greasy beard and he stares dazed at Pryde.
“You got me… ugh… a babysitter?”
Pryde waves it off.
“No sir, I brought Commish Lamarche back to the fold and he is going to be looking out for your guys’ safety. Something about the SYFY execs not wanting to see you guys kill yourselves for the sake of entertainment… They must’ve lost touch with the ancient romans and greeks…”
Pryde chuckles and young Cassidy Kaine raises his hand very awkwardly.
“I’m the World Champion, Mr. Pryde… You allowed me to play the ultimate underdog just like my old man did for you a decade ago… What does the SYFY bigwigs have in mind for me and my peers who have titles that matter to them? Are they really going to just strip us of our glory and send us on our way?”
Pryde tries to show he has sympathy but its not coming off very sincere.
“What do you want me to say, kid? My hands are tied… You think these SYFY guys want to see you defend your titles to this new crop of talent?”
KiD DeKaY speaks up.
“I've bled for my title and I have made many bleed for your sake as well… This new bunch of cannon fodder will have to rip my head off to claim my GOLD!”
“Guys, I get it and if you're willing to go to war then… I don't know, maybe they'll give you a chance… But that's a very big maybe.”
Rattlesnake and Viper both pat their gold.
“Be it UCI or any other talentless place these schmucks have come from… The Snake Pit isn't some push over hacks. We've been doing this for far too long to just move aside. NBW is OUR company and your new talent is going to learn that the hard way.”
The champions all stare holes through Pryde before they all exit the office one at a time. Cassidy Kaine stops and looks back to Pryde.
“I am The World Champion and I will not just hand this over.”
Cassidy clings to his title as he exits and Onslaught pats Pryde on the shoulder.
“That puny little shit will give you your title back… Don't worry about that. I'm still the champion you need, but I'm willing to play along with these SYFY head honchos for the time being.”
Pryde nods with his eyes a little wide.
“Thank you, mate. I know I can always count on you.”
Onslaught smirks and rubs his hands together.
Fade out:
-Next, the meeting with SYFY to make the first Monday Bloody Monday happen...
[Static Feed]
Fade in:
The screen clears and sitting at his rich mahogany wooden desk is Vincent Pryde dressed in a pale grey business suit with a vile of blood hanging from a necklace around his neck. He smiles sheepishly as he plays with the dangling life force as Onslaught stands with his massive arms crossed behind him.
“Hello everyone, I know you’re wondering why you are here…”
The camera pans around the room showing the champions of the New Blood Wrestling sitting in black steel chairs, from right to left, the Bum Fight Champion in Ralph “The Human Vomit”, the Women’s Champion in Vandalia “The Desert Rose”, the Tag Champions in the Snake Pit Rattlesnake and Viper, the First Blood Champion in KiD DeKaY, and the World Champion in Cassidy Kaine.
“You are all here as MY champions and as MY champions, you have proven your weight in gold tenfold…”
Viper and Rattlesnake scratch the back of their heads and it’s Rattlesnake who speaks first.
“So what’s the catch, Pryde? You still jerking it because UCI went under earlier this week?”
Pryde lightly chuckles.
“Ha, yeah no big shocker there… I’ve been doing my due diligence behind the scenes for awhile now and all that hard work is what brings us here to this very day…”
Cassidy Kaine pats his World title on his shoulder.
“I’m ready to step up for you, boss. It’s OUR time.”
Pryde smirks.
“A day late and a dollar short I'm afraid, kid… I may have been burning the midnight oil with the SYFY bigwigs to get this deal that we acquired, but they had some demands in return… They want fresh new champions…”
Pryde looks at Ralph and Vandalia.
“Don’t worry you two are safe… SYFY doesn’t recognize your titles, so you are free to be what you want to be.”
Vandalia scoffs at Pryde.
“¿Qué quiere decir con eso, jefe?”
“English baby doll, english. I don’t understand your taco bell lingo.”
Vandalia looks a bit offended but she swallows it down before talking.
“What do you mean by what you… Said, boss?”
Pryde looks at all the champions and then settles for Vandalia again.
“Deary, you are a great champion, you know I praise you at every turn… But SYFY has an image they want me to get to with NBW and that image is going to be one that is going to take the whole world by storm. Women’s titles and homeless people aren’t what the bigwigs want… It’s what I want, but not them, do you understand?”
Vandalia nods a bit and she jumps back as Ralph vomits onto the ground in front of her.
“Dear god, Ralph!”
Pryde shakes his head as Ralph wipes his mouth with the back of his arm.
“I’m sorry, just a bit of beef stew not sitting well…”
Viper covers his mouth and looks at the vomit chunks.
“Maybe a bit of toilet wine too there, chief?”
Ralph shrugs and rubs his ‘title’ belt with its cardboard plate and duct tape holding it all together on a cheap brown strap.
“Ralph, I gotta be honest, you have given NBW a lot of heart over the years, but SYFY doesn’t see the quality of entertainment that you and your other vagabond friends offer. You put the asses in seats, man… Which makes it so I can’t just turn my back on you and call it quits… But to make it right, I had to bring in one of our old champions to watch out for all of you crazies.”
Ralph rubs his greasy beard and he stares dazed at Pryde.
“You got me… ugh… a babysitter?”
Pryde waves it off.
“No sir, I brought Commish Lamarche back to the fold and he is going to be looking out for your guys’ safety. Something about the SYFY execs not wanting to see you guys kill yourselves for the sake of entertainment… They must’ve lost touch with the ancient romans and greeks…”
Pryde chuckles and young Cassidy Kaine raises his hand very awkwardly.
“I’m the World Champion, Mr. Pryde… You allowed me to play the ultimate underdog just like my old man did for you a decade ago… What does the SYFY bigwigs have in mind for me and my peers who have titles that matter to them? Are they really going to just strip us of our glory and send us on our way?”
Pryde tries to show he has sympathy but its not coming off very sincere.
“What do you want me to say, kid? My hands are tied… You think these SYFY guys want to see you defend your titles to this new crop of talent?”
KiD DeKaY speaks up.
“I've bled for my title and I have made many bleed for your sake as well… This new bunch of cannon fodder will have to rip my head off to claim my GOLD!”
“Guys, I get it and if you're willing to go to war then… I don't know, maybe they'll give you a chance… But that's a very big maybe.”
Rattlesnake and Viper both pat their gold.
“Be it UCI or any other talentless place these schmucks have come from… The Snake Pit isn't some push over hacks. We've been doing this for far too long to just move aside. NBW is OUR company and your new talent is going to learn that the hard way.”
The champions all stare holes through Pryde before they all exit the office one at a time. Cassidy Kaine stops and looks back to Pryde.
“I am The World Champion and I will not just hand this over.”
Cassidy clings to his title as he exits and Onslaught pats Pryde on the shoulder.
“That puny little shit will give you your title back… Don't worry about that. I'm still the champion you need, but I'm willing to play along with these SYFY head honchos for the time being.”
Pryde nods with his eyes a little wide.
“Thank you, mate. I know I can always count on you.”
Onslaught smirks and rubs his hands together.
Fade out:
-Next, the meeting with SYFY to make the first Monday Bloody Monday happen...