Post by Ryan Hughes on Oct 19, 2011 10:58:45 GMT -5
The crowd are well in to the first GHW LIVE of the Post-Smarky Era, and the action they have been treated to indicates that this ear may not be so grimy after all. As the show comes back from a commercial break, the noise level rises as the fans whoop and holler to the folks back home. While the camera pans the cheering masses, the voices of our commentators are heard as they welcome the viewer back to the broadcast, as per usual.
"Welcome back to LIVE, as we continue on this rollercoaster ride following a hectic night at Full Circle, where titles changed hands and the landscape of GHW was changed heavily!"
"I think that landscape looks a whole lot nicer to the FBI, Matt. Last night, Steven Glover Jr and Corrin Cobain defeated the Legion to become our new Tag Team Champions, and Freddie McGavin pulled off the win of his career in the Death From Above match to earn an opportunity at a title of his choosing at any point up to Dawn Of Destruction."
"It was certainly a good night for-"
Colin is interrupted by a static sound, follwed by a brown noise of sorts. This soon turns in to "Don't You Think This Outlaw Bit Has Done Got Out Of Hand" by James Hetfield as the group being talked about appear from behind the curtain. As expected, Ryan Hughes walks in front, leading the Fucking British Invasion as they arrive to a chorus of boos from the fans. Behind him, the father and son of Steven Glover Jr. and Sr. alongside Corrin Cobain and his valet Keeley. Glover Jr and Cobain raise their newly won Tag titles simultaneously as they strut down the ramp. Behind them, and bringing up the rear of the group is Freddie McGavin. He carries the clear plastic briefcase, containing the thing he risked his career for last Sunday- the Golden Ticket. He carries it with pride, despite the obvious limp hindering his attempt at a swagger. In front, Hughes holds his arms out with a shit eating grin, opening himself to more welcome insults from the patriotic men and women in the bleachers. One by one, the five men and Keeley enter the ring, each of them taunting the fans except for Ryan who strolls over to grab a microphone from Charlie Coors. Coors hands him the mic, but Ryan grabs him for he can retreat, snarling something menacingly in his ear and handing him a small scrap of paper with writing on it. Whatever was said has caused Charlie to take back the mic and raise it to his lips.
"Please welcome... the GREATEST grouping in the h-history of this sport, the FBI!"
After announcing that statement-albeit reluctantly, the announcer quickly hands the microphone back to Hughes before rushing back to his seat. The entrance music of the stable comes to a halt, and the boos continue as Ryan raises the mic to his own lips.
"Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Ryan Hughes and this is monopolization at it's finest."
Another opening statement from the Mancunian Mastodon, another tirade of jeers. Hughes simply smiles his shit eating smile, before continuing.
"It was well over a month ago when I arrived with my band of merry men, and told you of my pipe dream in which we would run the rule over this company and take it for everything it is worth. Well, to you guys it was a pipe dream. To me, it was real. And in the space of a couple of hours, the tides of power have shifted in to our favor! My hand-picked protege, Freddie McGavin, bested five other men in one of the most grueling matches in this company, the Death From Above ladder match. And the prize for such a feat? A ticket which allows this man to fight for any championship at any point in the next three months!"
And on that note, Dick Fingers lifts up his briefcase holding the glittering ticket to the big time, much to the chagrin of the fans here in Boston.
"That in itself is a tremendous achievement, but as you know, that wasn't all that the FBI did last night. The two men stood either side of me kicked the Legion to the kerb, and took their Tag Team Championships to boot! I think it's a good thing that the apple hasn't fallen far from the tree in this case, Steve; it looks like your seed has come good. I can guarantee that those tag team titles will not leave our grasp- ever. That is because our former General Manager and my personal friend, Smarky Smark, made our application to use the Freebird Rule official. Between the four of us, we are pretty much unstoppable, right?"
Again, the crowd boos, wanting to send out the message that they aren't unstoppable; they just suck.
"The point we are trying to make is this. Within the short space of a month, we have our hands on one set of titles with an almost certain chance of gaining another. And when I do the inevitable and win the Undisputed New Age Championship, the FBI will have total control. We will take over GHW in the same way that capitalism and BAD FAMILY VALUES have taken over this sorry state of a country. The FBI is like a plague that cannot be stopped. All you can do is sit there, and watch on helplessly as the old ways of this company die a sad, sad death, and our way, the GOOD way, the PROPER way, becomes your new status quo. We will show each and every one of you that Born British is Born Better, because I'm Ryan Hughes and you're not!"
Hughes drops the mic to a tirade of boos from the crowds, as "Don't You Think This Outlaw Bit Has Done Got Out Of Hand" comes back on the speakers, starting from the chorus. He smiles, and gives hi-fives to his comrades as they each make their exit from the ring, leaving the commentators to ponder what the future holds for a company beings controlled yet further by the force of the Fucking British Invasion.
"Hate him all you want, Ryan Hughes has a point. The FBI have been dominant- dare I say it- more so than the Templar at this point?"
"Well The Templar won Jake Diamond a New Age Championship. Hughes hasn't yet. The FBI have a long way to go to match up to those guys. But the signs are promising... or threatening, depending on which side of the fence you stand on..."
EOT
"Welcome back to LIVE, as we continue on this rollercoaster ride following a hectic night at Full Circle, where titles changed hands and the landscape of GHW was changed heavily!"
"I think that landscape looks a whole lot nicer to the FBI, Matt. Last night, Steven Glover Jr and Corrin Cobain defeated the Legion to become our new Tag Team Champions, and Freddie McGavin pulled off the win of his career in the Death From Above match to earn an opportunity at a title of his choosing at any point up to Dawn Of Destruction."
"It was certainly a good night for-"
Colin is interrupted by a static sound, follwed by a brown noise of sorts. This soon turns in to "Don't You Think This Outlaw Bit Has Done Got Out Of Hand" by James Hetfield as the group being talked about appear from behind the curtain. As expected, Ryan Hughes walks in front, leading the Fucking British Invasion as they arrive to a chorus of boos from the fans. Behind him, the father and son of Steven Glover Jr. and Sr. alongside Corrin Cobain and his valet Keeley. Glover Jr and Cobain raise their newly won Tag titles simultaneously as they strut down the ramp. Behind them, and bringing up the rear of the group is Freddie McGavin. He carries the clear plastic briefcase, containing the thing he risked his career for last Sunday- the Golden Ticket. He carries it with pride, despite the obvious limp hindering his attempt at a swagger. In front, Hughes holds his arms out with a shit eating grin, opening himself to more welcome insults from the patriotic men and women in the bleachers. One by one, the five men and Keeley enter the ring, each of them taunting the fans except for Ryan who strolls over to grab a microphone from Charlie Coors. Coors hands him the mic, but Ryan grabs him for he can retreat, snarling something menacingly in his ear and handing him a small scrap of paper with writing on it. Whatever was said has caused Charlie to take back the mic and raise it to his lips.
"Please welcome... the GREATEST grouping in the h-history of this sport, the FBI!"
After announcing that statement-albeit reluctantly, the announcer quickly hands the microphone back to Hughes before rushing back to his seat. The entrance music of the stable comes to a halt, and the boos continue as Ryan raises the mic to his own lips.
"Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Ryan Hughes and this is monopolization at it's finest."
Another opening statement from the Mancunian Mastodon, another tirade of jeers. Hughes simply smiles his shit eating smile, before continuing.
"It was well over a month ago when I arrived with my band of merry men, and told you of my pipe dream in which we would run the rule over this company and take it for everything it is worth. Well, to you guys it was a pipe dream. To me, it was real. And in the space of a couple of hours, the tides of power have shifted in to our favor! My hand-picked protege, Freddie McGavin, bested five other men in one of the most grueling matches in this company, the Death From Above ladder match. And the prize for such a feat? A ticket which allows this man to fight for any championship at any point in the next three months!"
And on that note, Dick Fingers lifts up his briefcase holding the glittering ticket to the big time, much to the chagrin of the fans here in Boston.
"That in itself is a tremendous achievement, but as you know, that wasn't all that the FBI did last night. The two men stood either side of me kicked the Legion to the kerb, and took their Tag Team Championships to boot! I think it's a good thing that the apple hasn't fallen far from the tree in this case, Steve; it looks like your seed has come good. I can guarantee that those tag team titles will not leave our grasp- ever. That is because our former General Manager and my personal friend, Smarky Smark, made our application to use the Freebird Rule official. Between the four of us, we are pretty much unstoppable, right?"
Again, the crowd boos, wanting to send out the message that they aren't unstoppable; they just suck.
"The point we are trying to make is this. Within the short space of a month, we have our hands on one set of titles with an almost certain chance of gaining another. And when I do the inevitable and win the Undisputed New Age Championship, the FBI will have total control. We will take over GHW in the same way that capitalism and BAD FAMILY VALUES have taken over this sorry state of a country. The FBI is like a plague that cannot be stopped. All you can do is sit there, and watch on helplessly as the old ways of this company die a sad, sad death, and our way, the GOOD way, the PROPER way, becomes your new status quo. We will show each and every one of you that Born British is Born Better, because I'm Ryan Hughes and you're not!"
Hughes drops the mic to a tirade of boos from the crowds, as "Don't You Think This Outlaw Bit Has Done Got Out Of Hand" comes back on the speakers, starting from the chorus. He smiles, and gives hi-fives to his comrades as they each make their exit from the ring, leaving the commentators to ponder what the future holds for a company beings controlled yet further by the force of the Fucking British Invasion.
"Hate him all you want, Ryan Hughes has a point. The FBI have been dominant- dare I say it- more so than the Templar at this point?"
"Well The Templar won Jake Diamond a New Age Championship. Hughes hasn't yet. The FBI have a long way to go to match up to those guys. But the signs are promising... or threatening, depending on which side of the fence you stand on..."
EOT
