How I retired 'The Pureblood'

[Millson and Simpson]

'Semi-Sweet Symphony' plays along the sound system, and the crowd boo heavily as Mighty Man Millson II, along with his bodyguard Big Robertson Ryder, step into view on the stage. MMM II smiles and raises his hands, as 4 gold pyro rockets blast from the ground. The Ultimate Ego slowly walks down the ramp, glaring at the kids in the vicinity, as he does. He pauses once he reaches the ring, turns around and points to the stage. Big Robertson Ryder stands at the stage, flexes his muscles, and walks down to join Mighty Man Millson II. The Daddy’s Boy runs quickly up the steps and reaches the apron, as Ryder steps over the ropes into the ring. In one swift movement, MMM II jumps over the rope, and pulls himself up to the top turnbuckle. Millson pulls his hands up and down 3 times, to the pre-recorded chants of M...M...M. The Mighty One jumps down from the turnbuckle, and joins Ryder in the middle of the ring. They stand apart and both execute simultaneous uppercuts, but keep both arms in front of them, and hold that pose. The Guyanese Goliath then leans over the top rope and grabs a microphone from ringside, before handing it to the Tyrant of Technique.

The big buzz this week is how a combination of James Walker, Thomas Walker and Eric Steele retired 'The Pureblood' Skull by beating him and Matt Violence down brutally before the match had started. But you see, the old Skull would naver have capitulated like he did that night, unless he was badly hurt. And just to give you idiots in the crowd a history lesson, who beat up Skull so badly that the referee stopped his match last week? I'll give you a clue. He is the Tyrant of Technique, The Ultimate Ego, and the man that single-handedly retired Skull. He is Mighty Man Millson II.

The Giant Jebronie claps, as the crowd boo Millson even more.

Now all I want is for Roadkill to come out here, and acknowledge that they didn't retire Skull. I did. The spotlight deserves to be on me.

TBC- Roadkill or anyone else.

[Thomas Walker]

A few moments pass before finally, in familiar fashion, the Walker brothers and longime friend/manager Steeleappear on screen though at first all that is visible is a close up of Tommys cheek

Thomas Walker: "Is this thing on?"
James Walker: "What? Yeah the red light is flashing I think that means its running, get a move on."
Thomas Walker: "Ok, geez."
James Walker: "Make it quick we've got reservations at 8."
Thomas Walker: "Alright, alright. Milson? Are you reading me?"
MMM: "What!?"

Focusing the camera to show the boys personal dressing room all three smile at the camera, with Eric even offering a quick wave.

Thomas Walker: "Ah good, I think he can hear me. Listen son anyone could have got a win from Skull over the last month or so but you had no hand in that. You were merely one of the schmucks that now get to claim credit for a victory that three, four months ago you would never have recieved. Even Skull would have put your in your place back then. He has been nothing for a while though, infact I'd go as far as to say he was never anything but if you people really want to pinpoint the moment that started his downward spiral and eventual retirement then look no further than August 17th."

The men in the ring, the commentators and the fans alike all think back to the events of that night. Some cottoning on quicker than others to that night being the one which saw James and Thomas tear through both Skull, Dreamer and somewhat Hayden Hardkore in a glass panes ladder match. Thomas elaborates further:

Thomas Walker: "August 17th saw him lose to the so called rookie champion, not only did he miss out on the opportunity of a life time to get his hands on the king of the deathmatch championship but the downright inhumane punishment he went through that night was a sign to anyone watching out there or backstage that his days were numbered. He was like the wounded, lame animal of the herd and sooner or later some big bad lion was gonna come along and take a big ol' bite. So in the body of a lowly peasant with the mindset of a champion he was bound to run headlong into an ambush sooner or later and, as much as you may want credit for it, it was us who set that trap and got the kill. I'll acknowledge your victory over a beaten man but it means nothing as even in his heavily disadvantaged state he managed to get through you and keep running. He managed to get through the pie in the sky match or whatever name they gave it and kept on running. It was only when WE lured him into our midst with the promise of his precious necklace that he had ran out of road. He was on the edge of the precipice if you will and WE pushed him into the chasm never to return."

"You may not like to hear the truth, you may prefer to be told you're perfect and wonderful and handsome or whatever else your boys tell you when the cameras are off but let me give you a wake up call. While you may have made a bit of a name for yourself you are nothing when compared to us. You beat a once mediocre Fighty fighty person at the lowest point of his career, big woop. We'll talk about us giving any glimmer of our spotlight to the likes of you when "Big Mighty Ltd" can say they not only won a championship from the three time KING of the deathmatch, they defended said championship against legends not even just within these halls but within the wrestling business as a whole. Our first month here and we beat world champions, deathmatch champions and one half of the current tag team champions. Make even a fraction of that impact and we may talk about us getting acquainted a little better, otherwise no dice."

All three this time giving a short wave to the camera, James signs out with only two words before the camera shuts off.

James Walker: "Roadkill out."

Big Al: "Short and sweet, not wasting any more of the champions times than needs be."
Fuzz Jennings: "I guess so. We'll be right back."

The show cuts to a commercial break.

End Of Thread (Comments Welcome)
Notes: I said my piece and left so I seemed silly to keep this open, if you wish to continue it come meet my folks backstage or something.