Post by Michael Santiago on Jul 8, 2011 6:55:41 GMT -5
Scene One – You asked for it, here it is.
* The door of the RV flies open as Michael Santiago slowly descends the steps followed closely by Odin Balfore who is forced to duck as he steps through the doorway. Michael and Odin not in their usual wrestling attire but instead dressed down in street clothes, Odin in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and Michael in a pair of jeans and tank-top. *
Michael: So this is the place?
* Odin nods before cracking his neck. *
Michael: …shithole.
* Odin smirks as he pulls a small duffel bag from the storage area under the RV. He slings the bag over his shoulder before following behind Michael towards the small office building. *
Michael: You know, it’s pretty unprofessional that I've never been here before.
Odin: It’s nothing special, as I'm sure you can tell.
* Michael pushes through the door of the building and walks casually into the lobby, Odin strolling silently behind him. As they cross the bare, empty lobby they are greeted only by a security guard sitting on his ass at a desk, behind him plated letters decorate the wall “Wrestling Championship Federation”. As Michael and Odin seemingly ignore the guard and attempt to continue past him he jumps to his feet to gather their attention. *
Security Guard: Gentlemen, can I help you?
Odin: Yeah, I think you can, why don’t you point us in the direction of Mr. Lerch’s office.
Security Guard: I’m sorry, Mr. Lerch is very busy with an investor’s meeting.
Michael: That’s what we’re here for man, just relax and tell us where it is we need to go.
* The guard eyes Michael and Odin up and down judging by their clothing that they aren’t exactly the “executive type”. *
Security Guard: Listen guys, I don’t know what it is you are looking for Mr. Lerch for but he is in a very important meeting trying to make his company money, if the two of you need his valuable time then I suggest you call his secretary to set up a meeting for yourselves.
Michael: You listen you ignorant son of a bitch, we make this company plenty of money and we need to speak with that jack-off upstairs. So I suggest you look through your little directory and tell us where this meeting is taking place and stop wasting our time, because believe me, it’s a lot more valuable than that desk jockey upstairs’.
Security Guard: Ok, I've heard enough, its time the two of you leave.
* The guard reaches for his baton as Michael motions to Odin to take care of the situation, before the guard can free the baton from its pouch he is met by a boot to the face. Odin drops the duffel bag and then lifts the guard from the floor and gives him a knee to the gut before lifting him up for a powerbomb and driving him down through the desk. As the guard lays motionless, Michael grabs a hold of the directory and finds what he needs. He motions for Odin to follow him as he steps into the elevator. Once inside Michael presses the “7” button and as the doors close he surveys the damage Odin just inflicted to the boring lobby. *
Michael: How completely unnecessary.
Odin: Eh, it was fun… so he did mention secretary right? You think she’s hot?
Michael: Probably, most of these rich old perverts find young, barely legal eye candy to handle their “business”.
Odin: If she is hot we should give Gill a call, have him come up do some recruiting for Fort Suma Sanchez.
Michael: Not a bad idea…
* Finally the doors open on the seventh floor and Michael and Odin step out of the elevator, this floor much more lushly decorated than the lobby, paintings cover the walls, an identical replica of the WCF World Heavyweight Title sits on a pedestal and sitting behind a large mahogany desk is a young, beautiful blonde woman. *
Odin: Damn, you see her beezy? That’s what I'm talking about right there. Grade A pedigree.
Michael: Focus right now Odin, we have bigger things to attend to.
* Michael and Odin make a bee line for the desk and the girl greets them with a smile. *
Secretary: Hi, can I help you?
Odin: Yes… yes you absolutely can...
* Michael slaps Odin in the back of the head, trying to lure him from his stupefied daze. *
Michael: We’re here to see Mr. Lerch.
Secretary: I'm sorry, he’s in a meeting right now. Do the two of you have an appointment?
Michael: Not exactly you see, my associate and I are here about extremely urgent matters, very volatile information that could change the entire landscape of this company.
Secretary: I see, well why don’t the two of you take a seat in his office, he shouldn’t be too much longer.
Michael: That would be great, thank you sweetheart… Oh, and… don’t tell Mr. Lerch we’re here yet, we want to see how surprised he is to see us when he walks in.
* The secretary nods and smiles. *
Odin: Listen, take this card, if you’re ever looking to get out of this place, maybe explore new, exciting opportunities, why don’t you give the number a call.
* Odin hands the secretary a Fort Suma Sanchez business card before smiling at the woman and strolling away, following Michael into Mr. Lerch’s office. Michael and Odin look around the office momentarily, taking in the tacky design. Odin takes a seat in Mr. Lerch’s chair and throws his feet up, reclining himself a bit. On the other side of the room Michael shuffles through papers in a filing cabinet, opening and closing drawers. Finally he pulls a folder out and peruses its contents and placing it on the floor beside him before pulling another folder out. He slams the drawer shut and makes his way to the desk, sitting across from Odin and throwing the folders down on the desk. As he does so Odin grabs the folders and begins looking through them. *
Odin: … You make how much more than me?
Michael: (chuckling a bit) Sorry man… I actually used you as my biggest bargaining chip. With you signed they were willing to pay through the nose to get the other half of “The Perfect Alliance” under contract.
Odin: …Son of a bitch…
Michael: I hope this old prick doesn’t take too long… investor’s meeting, what a crock of shit, he probably is out on the fairway playing eighteen holes.
Odin: Well I’d rather be in the other room playing the holes of that eighteen year old.
Michael: Is that all you think about? There are bigger things going on right now.
Odin: Why should I sit here and bore myself waiting for this guy when I could be imagining all the naughty things I could be doing to that girl out there.
Michael: Do you need a cold shower or something?
* As Michael finishes his sentence the door to the office suite opens and in steps Seth Lerch his head down reading the paperwork in his hands. It isn’t until he is within arm’s reach of Michael that he notices the two men in his office. *
Mr. Lerch: Excuse me gentlemen, can I ask what business it is you have in my office?
* Odin stands up from Mr. Lerch’s chair and gestures for Seth to sit. After a moment’s hesitation Seth obliges and takes his seat. *
Mr. Lerch: What’s this about?
Michael: Don’t act like you don’t know you rag-tag son of a bitch. You know exactly what this is about, you know why we’re here so don’t play dumb, spare yourself some dignity.
Mr. Lerch: Boys, I don’t handle the day to day business of WCF anymore, I only oversee the corporate end.
Michael: Bullshit Seth, BULLSHIT. You want to sit there and tell me that all you do is entertain investors and sign paychecks? You expect me to believe that you spend the kind of money that you spend to run the WCF and you maintain no creative control over what goes on? Do I look like a fucking moron to you?
Mr. Lerch: I swear, anything that happens down at the shows is completely out of my hands, We just had a big investors meeting, the entire landscape of WCF is going to change.
Michael: You’re so full of shit, I can see it oozing out of your ears. We all know if you choose to you can make whatever you like happen so spare me the song and dance, we’re here to discuss business and that’s what we’re going to do, the only honest thing you’ve said is that the landscape here is going to change… and it’s going to change in a big way believe me.
* Odin reaches into the duffel bag and pulls out the WCF United States title belt. He gives Lerch a look before laying it on the desk in front of him. *
Michael: You see that man right there? That seven foot tall giant, he is your WCF United States champion, he is among the most publically promoted wrestlers in the WCF. On top of that, as I'm sure you know, I have a shot at the WCF Hardcore title this coming week, my opponent none other than the reigning hardcore champion Philip Baines. That being said, when Monday Night Slam rolls around this week, I’m going to be leaving the arena as the new Hardcore champion… now, wouldn’t it be bad for business if after I win the championship your superstar United States champion over there, Odin and me, your newly crowned Hardcore champion decided to take our WCF belts and defend them in other promotions?
Mr. Lerch: Impossible, you couldn’t do that; it would be a breach of your contracts.
* Michael smirks and looks over to Odin who hands him the two folders that were sitting on the desk, from each folder Michael pulls out a few sheets of paper. He looks back at Lerch before quickly looking over the contracts. *
Michael: I guess you’re right… it would be a breach of our contracts… looks like you have your shit airtight.
* Seth’s face is overcome with a smug smirk as he leans back in his chair. Michael smirks back before tearing the papers in half and throwing them to the floor. The smirk quickly fades from Seth’s face and he edges towards the torn papers. *
Michael: I guess that solves that problem, you see, we don’t need contracts Seth, we don’t need your hypocritical rules and your upper management guidance. We are the upper echelon inside that ring, we go where we want, when we want. So if Odin and I decide that we’re going to take WCF gold and defend it wherever we feel, I dare you to try and stop us.
*Odin grabs Lerch by the collar of his shirt and gets into his face. *
Odin: We’re the new measuring stick here pal. You make the rules, we break them. It’s as simple as that, our will is law.
* Odin lets go of Lerch’s collar, pushing him backwards in his chair as he does so, grabbing the belt from the table Odin turns and makes his way towards the door, Michael gives Lerch the “wink and the gun” and follows Odin towards the door, as they step out of the office Gilligan is standing on the secretary’s desk as she twirls the Fort Suma Sanchez business card through her fingers. Michael grabs the duplicate WCF Heavyweight title from its pedestal and Odin grabs Gilligan by the back of his neck, lifting him off the desk, as Odin and Michael walk towards the elevator Gilligan places his opposite fingers against his ear in a “call me” gesture directed at the secretary. She smiles back as The Perfect Alliance disappear inside the elevator as the doors close. *
~~~ End Scene ~~~
Scene Two – Taking Over
* The door of the WCF production studio opens abruptly, allowing sunlight to momentarily flood the room. Michael and Odin walk in and are met by Hank Brown. *
Hank: You guys… you guys can’t be here.
Odin: Excuse me?
Hank: I have explicit orders from management that the two of you are not to get any air time.
Odin: For what reason?
Hank: I don’t know the whole situation, all I know is that the two of you can’t have any air time, I could lose my job, I'm sorry.
Michael: So you really value your job so much Hank that you’re going to stand there and tell us… The Perfect Alliance what we can and can’t do?
Hank: Please guys, I'm sorry. It’s nothing personal…
* Michael looks from Hank to Odin before gesturing to Odin. Odin immediately reacts by grabbing Hank by the neck and slamming him face first into the wall before throwing him out the door they had just entered through. *
Michael: It’s nothing personal Hank…
* Michael and Odin turn back towards the other occupants of the room. *
Odin: Does anyone else have anything to add?
* The other WCF employees keep their mouths shut, knowing better than to end up like Hank. *
Michael: Good… So then, we need a camera… who wants to be the lucky one?
* Reluctantly one of the cameramen steps forward. *
Michael: Very good, now let’s make this as painless as possible ok?
* The red light illuminates and Michael and Odin take their cues. *
Odin: You know, there was a time where I thought that being the champion meant something, I thought that wrestling for the fans made you special. Now I realize it just made me stupid, all the time wasted, and what do I have to show for it? Just a lot of blood, sweat and tears.
* Odin lifts his United States title from his bag and brings it into the camera’s view. *
Odin: I thought this belt stood for something, but all it is, is a bull’s-eye. Santi and I have decided it’s high time that we start doing things our way here in WCF and that means everything from wrestling who we want to taking what we want.
* Odin gestures to Michael who pulls the fake WCF World Heavyweight title out of the bag and shows it to the camera. *
Odin: You see, we don’t do things by the establishment’s rules anymore; we call the shots because we’re bigger than this sport. We are the guys who put the asses in the seats. The nimrods that work upstairs, the pencil pushing desk jockeys, they can all kiss our asses.
Michael: Everyone from Seth Lerch to Creeping Death, to the new “executive committee”, all the way down to the schmuck holding this camera, bend over and kiss our ass. We don’t work for WCF anymore, we don’t work for Seth Lerch anymore, we don’t work for WCF anymore and we sure as hell don’t work for the fans anymore. We’re free agents and do you know what that means?
Odin: It means it gives us the freedom to do any god damn thing we want. We came in here today and that little weasel Hank Brown tried to tell us we weren’t allowed to have any airtime, that management was putting us under a scope and monitoring what it is we do… where is he now? Laying outside on the ground with a concussion.
Michael: Now I'm sure that plenty of you are thinking to yourselves, how two superstars could rebel from their company. (Michael laughs a moment) That part was easy. We marched right down to WCF headquarters and into Seth Lerch’s office; we took our contracts, tore them up and told him where you could shove it. But our plan doesn’t stop there, no, no, we realized the financial straits, the legal ramifications this situation might put us in, so we decided to recruit an old friend who knows the ins and outs of the business and legal world and has the financial ability to support such a rebellion.
* Michael gestures towards the door and the camera pans to show a tall, older man enter wearing jeans, a collared shirt, cowboy boots and a cowboy hat. The man walks towards Michael and Odin with a large toothy grin. *
Odin: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the man that is going to make it all happen, the corporate force behind The Perfect Alliance, Benjamin Franklin Conrad
* The man adjusts his hat and looks at the camera, his smile growing even wider. *
Conrad: Wrestling Championship Federation, are you ready for a revolution? You know, I was home the other night sitting at my Texas ranch when the phone rings. I answer it and hear the call of a familiar voice. “Conrad, its time.” Three words, that was all I needed to hear and I knew that it could only mean one thing. These two men to my left, they were ready to take the wrestling world by storm. It meant that they are ready to redefine what this sport is. So here we stand, the line drawn in the sand, The Perfect Alliance against the Wrestling Championship Federation. One by one we will take all the gold the WCF has to offer. Michael Santiago, Odin Balfore, these men are the pinnacle of wrestling perfection. This week Odin will team up with Oblivion in a makeshift tag team match, but the real story of the week for the Perfect Alliance is Michael’s shot at the WCF Hardcore gold, it will be just one more trophy for TPA to collect. We already have the United States title, we have the newly crowned TPA title (fake WCF Heavyweight title) and before long someone in this hell hole will do something right and Michael and Odin will finally be able to showcase their tag skills together in a WCF ring. So we have spoken, so it shall come to pass.
* Michael and Odin sling the title belts over their shoulders and follow Conrad out of the shot of the camera. *
~~~End Scene~~~
* The door of the RV flies open as Michael Santiago slowly descends the steps followed closely by Odin Balfore who is forced to duck as he steps through the doorway. Michael and Odin not in their usual wrestling attire but instead dressed down in street clothes, Odin in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and Michael in a pair of jeans and tank-top. *
Michael: So this is the place?
* Odin nods before cracking his neck. *
Michael: …shithole.
* Odin smirks as he pulls a small duffel bag from the storage area under the RV. He slings the bag over his shoulder before following behind Michael towards the small office building. *
Michael: You know, it’s pretty unprofessional that I've never been here before.
Odin: It’s nothing special, as I'm sure you can tell.
* Michael pushes through the door of the building and walks casually into the lobby, Odin strolling silently behind him. As they cross the bare, empty lobby they are greeted only by a security guard sitting on his ass at a desk, behind him plated letters decorate the wall “Wrestling Championship Federation”. As Michael and Odin seemingly ignore the guard and attempt to continue past him he jumps to his feet to gather their attention. *
Security Guard: Gentlemen, can I help you?
Odin: Yeah, I think you can, why don’t you point us in the direction of Mr. Lerch’s office.
Security Guard: I’m sorry, Mr. Lerch is very busy with an investor’s meeting.
Michael: That’s what we’re here for man, just relax and tell us where it is we need to go.
* The guard eyes Michael and Odin up and down judging by their clothing that they aren’t exactly the “executive type”. *
Security Guard: Listen guys, I don’t know what it is you are looking for Mr. Lerch for but he is in a very important meeting trying to make his company money, if the two of you need his valuable time then I suggest you call his secretary to set up a meeting for yourselves.
Michael: You listen you ignorant son of a bitch, we make this company plenty of money and we need to speak with that jack-off upstairs. So I suggest you look through your little directory and tell us where this meeting is taking place and stop wasting our time, because believe me, it’s a lot more valuable than that desk jockey upstairs’.
Security Guard: Ok, I've heard enough, its time the two of you leave.
* The guard reaches for his baton as Michael motions to Odin to take care of the situation, before the guard can free the baton from its pouch he is met by a boot to the face. Odin drops the duffel bag and then lifts the guard from the floor and gives him a knee to the gut before lifting him up for a powerbomb and driving him down through the desk. As the guard lays motionless, Michael grabs a hold of the directory and finds what he needs. He motions for Odin to follow him as he steps into the elevator. Once inside Michael presses the “7” button and as the doors close he surveys the damage Odin just inflicted to the boring lobby. *
Michael: How completely unnecessary.
Odin: Eh, it was fun… so he did mention secretary right? You think she’s hot?
Michael: Probably, most of these rich old perverts find young, barely legal eye candy to handle their “business”.
Odin: If she is hot we should give Gill a call, have him come up do some recruiting for Fort Suma Sanchez.
Michael: Not a bad idea…
* Finally the doors open on the seventh floor and Michael and Odin step out of the elevator, this floor much more lushly decorated than the lobby, paintings cover the walls, an identical replica of the WCF World Heavyweight Title sits on a pedestal and sitting behind a large mahogany desk is a young, beautiful blonde woman. *
Odin: Damn, you see her beezy? That’s what I'm talking about right there. Grade A pedigree.
Michael: Focus right now Odin, we have bigger things to attend to.
* Michael and Odin make a bee line for the desk and the girl greets them with a smile. *
Secretary: Hi, can I help you?
Odin: Yes… yes you absolutely can...
* Michael slaps Odin in the back of the head, trying to lure him from his stupefied daze. *
Michael: We’re here to see Mr. Lerch.
Secretary: I'm sorry, he’s in a meeting right now. Do the two of you have an appointment?
Michael: Not exactly you see, my associate and I are here about extremely urgent matters, very volatile information that could change the entire landscape of this company.
Secretary: I see, well why don’t the two of you take a seat in his office, he shouldn’t be too much longer.
Michael: That would be great, thank you sweetheart… Oh, and… don’t tell Mr. Lerch we’re here yet, we want to see how surprised he is to see us when he walks in.
* The secretary nods and smiles. *
Odin: Listen, take this card, if you’re ever looking to get out of this place, maybe explore new, exciting opportunities, why don’t you give the number a call.
* Odin hands the secretary a Fort Suma Sanchez business card before smiling at the woman and strolling away, following Michael into Mr. Lerch’s office. Michael and Odin look around the office momentarily, taking in the tacky design. Odin takes a seat in Mr. Lerch’s chair and throws his feet up, reclining himself a bit. On the other side of the room Michael shuffles through papers in a filing cabinet, opening and closing drawers. Finally he pulls a folder out and peruses its contents and placing it on the floor beside him before pulling another folder out. He slams the drawer shut and makes his way to the desk, sitting across from Odin and throwing the folders down on the desk. As he does so Odin grabs the folders and begins looking through them. *
Odin: … You make how much more than me?
Michael: (chuckling a bit) Sorry man… I actually used you as my biggest bargaining chip. With you signed they were willing to pay through the nose to get the other half of “The Perfect Alliance” under contract.
Odin: …Son of a bitch…
Michael: I hope this old prick doesn’t take too long… investor’s meeting, what a crock of shit, he probably is out on the fairway playing eighteen holes.
Odin: Well I’d rather be in the other room playing the holes of that eighteen year old.
Michael: Is that all you think about? There are bigger things going on right now.
Odin: Why should I sit here and bore myself waiting for this guy when I could be imagining all the naughty things I could be doing to that girl out there.
Michael: Do you need a cold shower or something?
* As Michael finishes his sentence the door to the office suite opens and in steps Seth Lerch his head down reading the paperwork in his hands. It isn’t until he is within arm’s reach of Michael that he notices the two men in his office. *
Mr. Lerch: Excuse me gentlemen, can I ask what business it is you have in my office?
* Odin stands up from Mr. Lerch’s chair and gestures for Seth to sit. After a moment’s hesitation Seth obliges and takes his seat. *
Mr. Lerch: What’s this about?
Michael: Don’t act like you don’t know you rag-tag son of a bitch. You know exactly what this is about, you know why we’re here so don’t play dumb, spare yourself some dignity.
Mr. Lerch: Boys, I don’t handle the day to day business of WCF anymore, I only oversee the corporate end.
Michael: Bullshit Seth, BULLSHIT. You want to sit there and tell me that all you do is entertain investors and sign paychecks? You expect me to believe that you spend the kind of money that you spend to run the WCF and you maintain no creative control over what goes on? Do I look like a fucking moron to you?
Mr. Lerch: I swear, anything that happens down at the shows is completely out of my hands, We just had a big investors meeting, the entire landscape of WCF is going to change.
Michael: You’re so full of shit, I can see it oozing out of your ears. We all know if you choose to you can make whatever you like happen so spare me the song and dance, we’re here to discuss business and that’s what we’re going to do, the only honest thing you’ve said is that the landscape here is going to change… and it’s going to change in a big way believe me.
* Odin reaches into the duffel bag and pulls out the WCF United States title belt. He gives Lerch a look before laying it on the desk in front of him. *
Michael: You see that man right there? That seven foot tall giant, he is your WCF United States champion, he is among the most publically promoted wrestlers in the WCF. On top of that, as I'm sure you know, I have a shot at the WCF Hardcore title this coming week, my opponent none other than the reigning hardcore champion Philip Baines. That being said, when Monday Night Slam rolls around this week, I’m going to be leaving the arena as the new Hardcore champion… now, wouldn’t it be bad for business if after I win the championship your superstar United States champion over there, Odin and me, your newly crowned Hardcore champion decided to take our WCF belts and defend them in other promotions?
Mr. Lerch: Impossible, you couldn’t do that; it would be a breach of your contracts.
* Michael smirks and looks over to Odin who hands him the two folders that were sitting on the desk, from each folder Michael pulls out a few sheets of paper. He looks back at Lerch before quickly looking over the contracts. *
Michael: I guess you’re right… it would be a breach of our contracts… looks like you have your shit airtight.
* Seth’s face is overcome with a smug smirk as he leans back in his chair. Michael smirks back before tearing the papers in half and throwing them to the floor. The smirk quickly fades from Seth’s face and he edges towards the torn papers. *
Michael: I guess that solves that problem, you see, we don’t need contracts Seth, we don’t need your hypocritical rules and your upper management guidance. We are the upper echelon inside that ring, we go where we want, when we want. So if Odin and I decide that we’re going to take WCF gold and defend it wherever we feel, I dare you to try and stop us.
*Odin grabs Lerch by the collar of his shirt and gets into his face. *
Odin: We’re the new measuring stick here pal. You make the rules, we break them. It’s as simple as that, our will is law.
* Odin lets go of Lerch’s collar, pushing him backwards in his chair as he does so, grabbing the belt from the table Odin turns and makes his way towards the door, Michael gives Lerch the “wink and the gun” and follows Odin towards the door, as they step out of the office Gilligan is standing on the secretary’s desk as she twirls the Fort Suma Sanchez business card through her fingers. Michael grabs the duplicate WCF Heavyweight title from its pedestal and Odin grabs Gilligan by the back of his neck, lifting him off the desk, as Odin and Michael walk towards the elevator Gilligan places his opposite fingers against his ear in a “call me” gesture directed at the secretary. She smiles back as The Perfect Alliance disappear inside the elevator as the doors close. *
~~~ End Scene ~~~
Scene Two – Taking Over
* The door of the WCF production studio opens abruptly, allowing sunlight to momentarily flood the room. Michael and Odin walk in and are met by Hank Brown. *
Hank: You guys… you guys can’t be here.
Odin: Excuse me?
Hank: I have explicit orders from management that the two of you are not to get any air time.
Odin: For what reason?
Hank: I don’t know the whole situation, all I know is that the two of you can’t have any air time, I could lose my job, I'm sorry.
Michael: So you really value your job so much Hank that you’re going to stand there and tell us… The Perfect Alliance what we can and can’t do?
Hank: Please guys, I'm sorry. It’s nothing personal…
* Michael looks from Hank to Odin before gesturing to Odin. Odin immediately reacts by grabbing Hank by the neck and slamming him face first into the wall before throwing him out the door they had just entered through. *
Michael: It’s nothing personal Hank…
* Michael and Odin turn back towards the other occupants of the room. *
Odin: Does anyone else have anything to add?
* The other WCF employees keep their mouths shut, knowing better than to end up like Hank. *
Michael: Good… So then, we need a camera… who wants to be the lucky one?
* Reluctantly one of the cameramen steps forward. *
Michael: Very good, now let’s make this as painless as possible ok?
* The red light illuminates and Michael and Odin take their cues. *
Odin: You know, there was a time where I thought that being the champion meant something, I thought that wrestling for the fans made you special. Now I realize it just made me stupid, all the time wasted, and what do I have to show for it? Just a lot of blood, sweat and tears.
* Odin lifts his United States title from his bag and brings it into the camera’s view. *
Odin: I thought this belt stood for something, but all it is, is a bull’s-eye. Santi and I have decided it’s high time that we start doing things our way here in WCF and that means everything from wrestling who we want to taking what we want.
* Odin gestures to Michael who pulls the fake WCF World Heavyweight title out of the bag and shows it to the camera. *
Odin: You see, we don’t do things by the establishment’s rules anymore; we call the shots because we’re bigger than this sport. We are the guys who put the asses in the seats. The nimrods that work upstairs, the pencil pushing desk jockeys, they can all kiss our asses.
Michael: Everyone from Seth Lerch to Creeping Death, to the new “executive committee”, all the way down to the schmuck holding this camera, bend over and kiss our ass. We don’t work for WCF anymore, we don’t work for Seth Lerch anymore, we don’t work for WCF anymore and we sure as hell don’t work for the fans anymore. We’re free agents and do you know what that means?
Odin: It means it gives us the freedom to do any god damn thing we want. We came in here today and that little weasel Hank Brown tried to tell us we weren’t allowed to have any airtime, that management was putting us under a scope and monitoring what it is we do… where is he now? Laying outside on the ground with a concussion.
Michael: Now I'm sure that plenty of you are thinking to yourselves, how two superstars could rebel from their company. (Michael laughs a moment) That part was easy. We marched right down to WCF headquarters and into Seth Lerch’s office; we took our contracts, tore them up and told him where you could shove it. But our plan doesn’t stop there, no, no, we realized the financial straits, the legal ramifications this situation might put us in, so we decided to recruit an old friend who knows the ins and outs of the business and legal world and has the financial ability to support such a rebellion.
* Michael gestures towards the door and the camera pans to show a tall, older man enter wearing jeans, a collared shirt, cowboy boots and a cowboy hat. The man walks towards Michael and Odin with a large toothy grin. *
Odin: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the man that is going to make it all happen, the corporate force behind The Perfect Alliance, Benjamin Franklin Conrad
* The man adjusts his hat and looks at the camera, his smile growing even wider. *
Conrad: Wrestling Championship Federation, are you ready for a revolution? You know, I was home the other night sitting at my Texas ranch when the phone rings. I answer it and hear the call of a familiar voice. “Conrad, its time.” Three words, that was all I needed to hear and I knew that it could only mean one thing. These two men to my left, they were ready to take the wrestling world by storm. It meant that they are ready to redefine what this sport is. So here we stand, the line drawn in the sand, The Perfect Alliance against the Wrestling Championship Federation. One by one we will take all the gold the WCF has to offer. Michael Santiago, Odin Balfore, these men are the pinnacle of wrestling perfection. This week Odin will team up with Oblivion in a makeshift tag team match, but the real story of the week for the Perfect Alliance is Michael’s shot at the WCF Hardcore gold, it will be just one more trophy for TPA to collect. We already have the United States title, we have the newly crowned TPA title (fake WCF Heavyweight title) and before long someone in this hell hole will do something right and Michael and Odin will finally be able to showcase their tag skills together in a WCF ring. So we have spoken, so it shall come to pass.
* Michael and Odin sling the title belts over their shoulders and follow Conrad out of the shot of the camera. *
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