Post by Rogues Gallery on Sept 21, 2024 10:03:05 GMT -5
Shortly after Symphony Of Destruction:
It's all dead in the water.
What is?
Rogues Gallery, Jeremy The Wicked and Superunknown stand alone in the limited access parking lot of the Hard Rock Stadium.
All of it…
You mean our run in CPW?
Yeah dude, that was our big shot. We lost the contendership to a couple of airheads!
That was our third match, our third! You gotta slow down my friend.
Shadow said you'd say that…
Superunknown crosses his arms.
Really…?
Yeah, he thinks you're lazy.
Superunknown chuckles.
He might be right about that.
Superunknown shrugs his shoulders.
We'll get there. Just tell your imaginary friend to be patient. Will ya? We're going to be fine.
Well… now, those two airheads are Triple Crown Champions. And here today, in the present, Rogues Gallery prepares to take on Ripper at Hardcore Heaven. They haven't yet gotten at a shot at the Triple Crown titles yet. However, it’s early, like Superunknown said, they'll get there. Until then, they have to settle things with Ripper. The last two times these two teams squared off against each other it ended with Ripper winning by disqualification. They ended up brawling last Pure Mayhem before Superunknown was able to defeat Ryan Ashworth. So needless to say, they are feeling very confident going into Hardcore Heaven.
Here they sit on thrones within Superunknown's Fortress of Solitude.
What's your little imaginary friend say?
Jeremy The Wicked smiles.
He says we should make those two Ripper boys feel some serious pain. He says, it's too bad this isn't a no DQ match… That we could have a ball bashing them over the head with a pair of chairs.
I like that, but no… it looks like if we're going to walk away with a victory, we're going to have to operate within the rules, at least somewhat. Maybe we can get away with some shit here or there, buy I highly doubt we're going to be able to get away with bringing weapons into the mix. That's fine by me though, last Mayhem I demonstrated we don't need to cheat or break any rules to beat the Ashworths… In fact, we're quite capable of doing it in a fair setting. You see, no matter what, the odds are still stacked against them. Rogues Gallery is, at the end of the day, a much better team.
Shadow said that too…
Of course he did. It's undeniable. We're undeniable. I possess a crystal starship, but I don't have a crystal ball, but if I had to guess… Ripper is going to stay hung up on our theatrics. They don't get us, they can't decide if we are coming or going. Up or down. We keep them guessing and we'll continue to catch them off guard and beat them to the line and to the mat.
Yeah for real… those boys are going to say a bunch of garbage, but at the very end of the day, all their lip flapping don't mean shit. It's Rogues Gallery or fucking bust around here. Our time to shine and no fucking mass holes from Boston or Cape Cod… Wherever the fuck they are from are going to dull our shit. I'm wrestling royalty and you… your a god damned, super freak. What chance does Ripper even have? We might not be Dukes, but we're still the Lords of that ring and at Hardcore Heaven we're going to show Ripper what it means to kiss the ring.
Amen brother.
A little while later…
The sun has set, Jeremy The Wicked sits alone in his apartment. He's preparing to hop on a flight and head out to Nashville, Tennessee tomorrow. Not to drink and hang in country and western bars, but to step into the ring against two men who have come to be his rivals in Ripper.
He shoves a t-shirt in his travel bag before stepping out of his room to grab something else, but as he enters the hallway he stops dead in his tracks. The Shadow is standing before him. Although JTW can't tell for certain, he imagines Shadow is grinning maniacally.
Are you ready for tomorrow…? More importantly, is Duncan..?
Yeah.
Are you sure..? You don't want to fuck this up.
We won't.
Good, I'm counting on you then. Make this a match NO ONE forgets, especially Ripper. Do you know what to do..?
JTW lowers his head.
Yes, we're going to break them. We're going to embarrass them. Most importantly, we're going to show them why you should never fuck with Rogues Gallery.
Very well then, now… Sleep. You need your rest, you can finish packing in the morning.
Shadow reaches forward and touches Jeremy on the forehead with a pointy finger. Jeremy falls backward, slipping into a deep sleep.
It's all dead in the water.
What is?
Rogues Gallery, Jeremy The Wicked and Superunknown stand alone in the limited access parking lot of the Hard Rock Stadium.
All of it…
You mean our run in CPW?
Yeah dude, that was our big shot. We lost the contendership to a couple of airheads!
That was our third match, our third! You gotta slow down my friend.
Shadow said you'd say that…
Superunknown crosses his arms.
Really…?
Yeah, he thinks you're lazy.
Superunknown chuckles.
He might be right about that.
Superunknown shrugs his shoulders.
We'll get there. Just tell your imaginary friend to be patient. Will ya? We're going to be fine.
Well… now, those two airheads are Triple Crown Champions. And here today, in the present, Rogues Gallery prepares to take on Ripper at Hardcore Heaven. They haven't yet gotten at a shot at the Triple Crown titles yet. However, it’s early, like Superunknown said, they'll get there. Until then, they have to settle things with Ripper. The last two times these two teams squared off against each other it ended with Ripper winning by disqualification. They ended up brawling last Pure Mayhem before Superunknown was able to defeat Ryan Ashworth. So needless to say, they are feeling very confident going into Hardcore Heaven.
Here they sit on thrones within Superunknown's Fortress of Solitude.
What's your little imaginary friend say?
Jeremy The Wicked smiles.
He says we should make those two Ripper boys feel some serious pain. He says, it's too bad this isn't a no DQ match… That we could have a ball bashing them over the head with a pair of chairs.
I like that, but no… it looks like if we're going to walk away with a victory, we're going to have to operate within the rules, at least somewhat. Maybe we can get away with some shit here or there, buy I highly doubt we're going to be able to get away with bringing weapons into the mix. That's fine by me though, last Mayhem I demonstrated we don't need to cheat or break any rules to beat the Ashworths… In fact, we're quite capable of doing it in a fair setting. You see, no matter what, the odds are still stacked against them. Rogues Gallery is, at the end of the day, a much better team.
Shadow said that too…
Of course he did. It's undeniable. We're undeniable. I possess a crystal starship, but I don't have a crystal ball, but if I had to guess… Ripper is going to stay hung up on our theatrics. They don't get us, they can't decide if we are coming or going. Up or down. We keep them guessing and we'll continue to catch them off guard and beat them to the line and to the mat.
Yeah for real… those boys are going to say a bunch of garbage, but at the very end of the day, all their lip flapping don't mean shit. It's Rogues Gallery or fucking bust around here. Our time to shine and no fucking mass holes from Boston or Cape Cod… Wherever the fuck they are from are going to dull our shit. I'm wrestling royalty and you… your a god damned, super freak. What chance does Ripper even have? We might not be Dukes, but we're still the Lords of that ring and at Hardcore Heaven we're going to show Ripper what it means to kiss the ring.
Amen brother.
A little while later…
The sun has set, Jeremy The Wicked sits alone in his apartment. He's preparing to hop on a flight and head out to Nashville, Tennessee tomorrow. Not to drink and hang in country and western bars, but to step into the ring against two men who have come to be his rivals in Ripper.
He shoves a t-shirt in his travel bag before stepping out of his room to grab something else, but as he enters the hallway he stops dead in his tracks. The Shadow is standing before him. Although JTW can't tell for certain, he imagines Shadow is grinning maniacally.
Are you ready for tomorrow…? More importantly, is Duncan..?
Yeah.
Are you sure..? You don't want to fuck this up.
We won't.
Good, I'm counting on you then. Make this a match NO ONE forgets, especially Ripper. Do you know what to do..?
JTW lowers his head.
Yes, we're going to break them. We're going to embarrass them. Most importantly, we're going to show them why you should never fuck with Rogues Gallery.
Very well then, now… Sleep. You need your rest, you can finish packing in the morning.
Shadow reaches forward and touches Jeremy on the forehead with a pointy finger. Jeremy falls backward, slipping into a deep sleep.