Earl Wilson Stadium, Las Vega Nevada.
Soon to hold the much anticipated Sin City Wrestling’s mega-event; Into The Void.
A show that is stacked from the top to the bottom with blood feuds and heated rivalries. One match may seem not to have a lot of history behind it to the uneducated but in reality has been around since the beginning of time in a manner of speaking.
Johnny: History is littered with cases of ungrateful people biting the hand that feeds them.. Adam and Eve were ejected from Eden because they did not heed the Lord’s decree to not eat the forbidden fruit.
Brutus literally stabbed Caesar in the back.
Wyatt Peterson has already betrayed his mentor… now at I.T.V. he will get his own ‘Second Battle of Philippi’.
After this loss, his head weighed down but the guilt of his own betrayal Brutus took his own life. Turn that lasso into a noose Wyatt, it’s the only way the redeem youself.
Climb to the tope rope, drape that noose over your thick head; toss the slack over the lighting rig. Make your peace with the world then save goodbye to it… don’t worry if you cannot take that final step, if you don’t have the balls to take that final step, I’ll do what Cobra Kai couldn’t and I will sweep the leg.
SNAP! Just like that all will be right with the world.
The Embodiment of Cool Britannia; Johnny ‘The Brand’ Brown, is stood on the pitchers mound. He is dressed in full cricket gear with ‘The Brand’s’ unique twist. He is covered in so many adverts the ‘whites’ look more like Time’s Square has thrown up on them.
Even his pads are covered.
From his kitbag of tricks Johnny pulls out a single stump and a mallet, he drives the stump into the dry dirt, before tossing the mallet back in the kit bag. From the bag Johnny pulls out a cricket ball then tosses it to Chuck Steinberg, who is dressed equally bizarrely, sans the knee pads. Not being very sporty; despite his career choice at SMI, Chuckie barely manages to catch the ball, he tries to toss it around and look confident but looks more like he is holding a hot potato. The ball has the faces of Wyatt Peterson, Narly and Radical on it; the three men who Johnny is planning on dismantling at the Supercard.
Chuck: Jonathan I don’t think we should be doing this. Obviously I’d love to play myself, the sound of the leather on willow and all that but, this is a baseball field, it’s like playing rugby on a soccer pitch.
Chuck’s attempt at a British accent is poor to say the least.
Johnny: For the last time Baldo if you say soccer again my size 13 is gonna ‘Cupid Stunt’ yer shiny little melon. You’re the bowler and I’m going over there at that cage thing ta set up me stumps. When I say bowl… and fer Christ sakes do it over-arm like I showed ya; ya girl. Now keep stum I’m working on me promo fer the big show.
Leaving a nervous looking Chuck on the pitchers mound Johhny takes the kitbag to home plate to find a spot for the stumps and bails. As he goes about his work he continues spouting his mouth off as only he can.
Johnny: Not for a second do I think the Wyatt will give himself the ultimate hog-tie. He does have the iron-nerve of his idols, the True Brit doubts his true grit. He is only in this business for a fist full of dollars or perhaps a few dollars more.
He doesn’t care about the SCW Sinners, not that I do either, but the difference is I don’t pretend to. I’m not the one with stupid foam Stetson being sold at live events, I don’t ask them to yeehaw along with me.
He’s a fake cowboy, like all those rednecks in Wal-Mart ‘Cowboy’ t-shirts or that naked idiot in New York playing a guitar in his pants.
Chuck: Do you want me to throw the ball at you yet?
A nervous Chuck calls from the mound interrupting ‘The Brand’s’ verbal beatdown. Looking pi$$ed off Johnny storms over to his agent, brandishing his cricket bat looking like he’s going to use it for a non-sporting activity.
Johnny: I thought I told you to keep stum, shut up, be quiet!!
Chuck: That’s what stum means? I had no idea? Why didn’t you say that. Johnny put the bat down you’re making me feel uneasy. Look Johnny I appreciate the aggression its what makes you so great, but come one man don’t direct it at me I’m your agent, save it for Peterson and the Surf Boys.
Johnny: I’ve got plenty of aggression to go around Chuckles. Those two retarded waveriders are overdue for a beating. Did you here the crowd laugh when they pulled their comedy routine on me at Climax Control? No-one laughs at Johnny Brown, I’m not some greasepaint wearing clown, this place may be like a circus with the bunch of freaks on staff and the idiotic Amanda Hugginkiss and her “funny” song on each show but I set a new standard.
Now throw the feckin’ ball!!!!!
