Post by THE Tristan Slater on May 13, 2018 15:53:13 GMT -5
WGWF EXCLUSSIVE:
POST MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL : 4/30/18
OSAKA, JAPAN
OSAKA-JO HALL
Our scene opens with a shot of Denise Essex standing on the Monday Night Brawl Interview Set backstage at the Osaka-Jo Hall in Osaka, Japan where Monday Night Brawl has come and gone. The words WGWF Exclusive appear on the bottom right hand portion of the screen while Denise gives us the opening introduction.
DENISE ESSEX- “Ladies and Gentleman joining me at this time is the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion and more recently crowned Champion of Champions; he is THE Tristan Slater.”
Camera’s pan back revealing THE Tristan Slater with the WGWF World Title draped over his right shoulder with a white towel hanging across both shoulders. He’s still in his ring gear as he has his hands on his hips.
DENISE ESSEX- “A lot going on tonight with you as in one night we’ve found out when, where and who your next challenger is going to be, we got an interesting Tag Team Attraction set for Moscow, Russia and capping it off was your victory over the Intercontinental and Television Champion in a thrilling Champions Showcase Triple Threat Affair…”
A smirk graces my face before leaning in and interrupting Denise.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “You forgot something.”
Denise appears perplexed for a mere moment before spouting off.
DENISE ESSEX- “What?”
I shift my gaze towards the camera for a moment before shifting it back towards the microphone in Denise’s hand.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I’ve once again changed my entrance music!”
I exclaim before sarcastically spout off.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Do these broadcast journalist not pay attention or what!?!?!”
I simply shake my head at Denise before another sly smirk graces my face.
DENISE ESSEX- “I didn’t even notice…”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Don’t worry Denise, nobody else did either.”
I state exuding sheer sarcasm with each and every word.
DENISE ESSEX- “Let’s start by talking about the opening of Monday Night Brawl in which Flash Rotten has named John “The Beast” Cable as the next challenger for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship and that match is slated to take place in just four weeks inside a Steel Cage in Beijing, China.”
I’m already rolling my eyes.
DENISE ESSEX- “What are your initial thoughts about this upcoming deal?”
As Heath Ledger of his joker fame would say… “and here we… go.”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “It seems like Flash Rotten likes to take one step forward followed by two steps back, if you ask me.”
DENISE ESSEX- “What makes you say that?”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “It’s not a huge secrete that the WGWF roster isn’t as deep as it once was and that literally for the last year plus I’ve had battles against some of the same people over and over and over and over and over and over and over again; but then you get nights like tonight in which something fresh is delivered like a Champions Showcase, and it gives you a glimmer of hope that things might be shifting and the scene might get different at the top of the mountain only to find out not even fifteen minutes into the program you’re told you’ll be seeing yet another John Cable versus Tristan Slater contest.”
I have a lot of issues with this contest but none of them rest with John being any sort of real threat because John has yet to realize that the only world where he is a World Champion caliber talent is that of his own because here in the real world we all know differently.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “It just screams “been there done that” because we have; so you’ll have to excuse me if I’m not leaping for joy over facing a guy that I’ve dealt with time and time and time again. It certainly wasn’t the announcement I was looking for but when you’re the World Heavyweight Champion it’s your job to get in the ring with anyone at any time; so looking at it from that perspective I have no issues at all in embarrassing John Cable harder than I did at the West Coast Rumble.”
More on that in the coming weeks.
… Surely you didn’t think I was blowing my load now, did you?
DENISE ESSEX- “Not only did we find out when the next title defense will be we also found out that in just two weeks it’s going to be John Cable and MDK versus Alyce Starchylde and well, you.”
Again with the eye roll.
DENISE ESSEX- “You don’t seem too thrilled about it.”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “What’s exciting about this at all? Am I supposed to jump for joy that I’m once again in the ring with three other people; two of which haven’t earned the right to be in my presence and the other is too busy running around playing games with a contract, nothing about this screams must see in my eyes. How many times have we seen this in the past? Too many to fucking count.”
This is going to be the single worst Main Event of the year when you look at the facts. Fact; MDK and Alyce won’t oppose each other. Fact; John Cable will spoon feed us his typical song and dance at the last possible second. Fact; the only person I have any interest in dealing with is the only person to hold a legitimate victory over me in the last twelve months that didn’t revolve around a fucking count out.
DENISE ESSEX- “You closed out Brawl tonight with a victory within the Champions Showcase Triple Threat by scoring a victory over Andy Johnson following a pretty vicious attack at the hands of Silence.”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Naturally I’m sure that this will be a point of conversation amongst my peers this week regardless if I knew about Silence’s involvement or not. Truth is I was out on the floor while all of this was going down and had I known about it I would have bitch slapped Silence around like I did the only other time we’ve been in the same ring at the same time.”
Yeah, beat that monster too.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “There’s very few guys on this roster that I respect and it happens that both Connolly and Johnson are two guys that I do have respect for. Had I known what transpired I wouldn’t have taken a victory over Andy like that, so I’m going to go on record here and now and issue Andy Johnson and open contract at any time to get in the ring with me in singles action.”
Can’t get more upfront than that.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Andy deserves it and I’m more than willing to oblige. That’s how easy it is to get in the ring with me when you actually deserve it.”
With that THE Tristan Slater simply winks at Denise before he walks off set leaving the scene to fade out.
INTERNATIONAL INNCIDENT:
MOSOW, RUSSIA
GRAND KREMLIN PALACE
FEATURUING RUSSIAN PRESIDENT VLADIMIR PUTIN
The scene is set at the Grand Kremlin Palace in Moscow Russia where a Press Conference has been put together by the Russian President Vladimir Putin for the WGWF regarding Monday Night Brawl airing live on Monday Night.
We are located in the Press Room of the Grand Kremlin Palace as the Dmitry Sergeyevich Peskov, the Russian Press Secretary stands behind podium in the front of the room while to his right is Russian President Vladimir Putin while to his left representing the WGWF is Flash Rotten and next to Flash is THE Tristan Slater who is in a fine suit with the WGWF World Title over his left shoulder.
We join the Press Conference already in progress.
Dmitry Sergeyevich Peskov- “It’s at this time we would like to ask Worlds Heavyweight Champion Tristan Slater to say a few words on behalf of WGWF.”
He states with a thick Russian accent as THE Tristan Slater steps forward before making his way towards the podium where Dmitry Sergeyevich Peskov extends his hand to shake Slater’s. Tristan holds up the left index finger on his left hand before leaning down towards the microphone.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “It’s pronounced THE Tristan Slater.”
Standing upright the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion shakes the hand of Dmitry Sergeyevich Peskov before shifting his attention towards the media that’s gathered.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “On behalf of the WGWF we want to thank the country of Russia for allowing us to be here for our next edition of Monday Night Brawl which will air around the world. This isn’t something that happens every day..”
There’s a voice translating into Russian as I speak. It’s annoying.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I know that I can speak for just about everyone on the roster when I say how awesome it’s going to feel to take center stage in Moscow for a night of thrilling in ring action as this Summer Madness World Tour starts to kick into high gear.”
That goddamn translator’s voice speaking each word that I am saying really starts to get under my skin.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “We’re going to deliver…”
That’s it!
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Can someone shut him the fuck up!”
I spout out shifting my attention just off stage to the Russian translator as I point in his direction.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “If they don’t speak English they don’t deserve to know what the hell I’m saying.”
There’s a gasp from the collective members of the media as I shift my attention towards President Putin.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “No offense to you, sir.”
I forgot he was even there as I shift my attention back towards the members of the media.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I don’t know if anyone in this room knows just who the hell I am so allow me to forgo the formalities and pleasantries by simply cutting to the chase. I’m that dude that doesn’t give two shits if you like, love or hate the ground I walk on because I will always shoot straight. The fact of the matter is what you’re going to see Monday Night on Brawl is this guy right here put my fist down the throat of anything that moves..”
I feel a tug on my right sleeve of my sport coat to which I shift my gaze to see Flash Rotten tugging at my sleeve while trying to pull me casually away from the podium. There’s a slight jerk from my from my arm away from Flash breaking free of his grasp as my attention shifts back towards the members of the media.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “You’re going to see exactly what it means to run to the beat of your own drum, to viciously, violently pummel the upper echelon of this roster with nothing but sheer malice, intent and for no other reason than because I can and nobody can stop me. I don’t play nice and I sure as shit am not about to start now! Not for Flash Rotten, not for President Putin and not for anyone of you in this room that may or may not understand the goddamn words coming out of my mouth!”
The Russian Press Secretary comes forward reaching out towards the podium to take the microphone which draws my gaze while I state.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Do you want to lose that arm today, son?”
He slowly takes a step backwards followed by a second.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “You’re smarter than you look.”
I shift my attention back towards the members of the media.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m the single biggest loose cannon you’ve ever seen and it’s something that a sold out crowd is going to witness first hand, live and in living color.”
I turn my attention back towards the Russian Press Secretary and President Putin before motioning with my hand off stage. Suddenly we see a waiter dressed in a white button down dress shirt, black tie, black slacks with black shoes carrying a large oval tray with shot glasses and a bottle of vodka.
He gives a shot to President Putin, The Russian Press Secretary, Flash Rotten and even THE Tristan Slater takes a shot glass where he raises it in the air.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Thank you for allowing us this opportunity.”
President Putin, Flash Rotten and Dmitry Sergeyevich Peskov take their shot while THE Tristan Slater holds his glass up in the air. President Putin takes notice of THE Tristan Slater’s glass where he motions for him to drink. A smirk finds its way across THE Tristan Slater’s face as he looks directly at President Putin.
THE Tristan Slater takes the shot glass before turning it upside down pouring the shot of Vodka out bringing another massive gasp from the crowd that’s gathered. Flash Rotten is completely livid as THE Tristan Slater spouts out.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Only pussies drink Vodka!”
THE Tristan Slater turns his back on President Putin where he walks off stage followed quickly by Flash Rotten as the comes to a close.
The undisputed Champion of Champions stands before you with his head held high and his arm raised in victory in what was a competitive contest between me, Connolly and Johnson… until I saw the replay. While out on the floor the largest walking retard entered the fray and laid waste to Andy; as you all saw, unfortunately I did not, thus it appears that I once again took advantage of a situation laid out in front of me. No one is more livid about the involvement of Silence more than I am for the sole fact that I actually respect both Connolly and Johnson and needed that to be clean, clear and decisive… yet it’s wasn’t and at the end of the day it’s a little more ammunition for my opponents if they use it correctly, but then again I am the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion which means I think I can do a pretty good job at defending it. It was thrilling to be in Osaka once again and in front of a crowd that actually respects what great in ring wrestling is all about. The reactions were amazing, the in ring work between the three of us captivated that arena, the fans and delivered one hell of a contest.
It’s that fact alone that has my head held high regardless of anyone else’s involvement.
It’s that fact alone that continues to cement my legacy of being the best goddamn worker in the business.
And it’s that fact alone that will continue to carry me to the highest of highs while you’re all forced to swallow that bitter horse pill each and every waking day that I am better than you.
Soak that up and drink that in because the truth fucking hurts.
Speaking of hurts… Flash Rotten’s crazy notion that it’s a great idea to have MDK/Cable versus Slater/Starchylde on our next edition of Brawl as we now invade Moscow, Russia. Who in the blue hell books this shit? Let me make sure I understand this correctly; you’re putting MDK and Alyce on opposite side of the ring and pitting Cable as MDK’s partner? Glorified three versus one Handicap Match, check. One versus all, I like the sound of that.
Why would anyone like the sound of that?
Because what better way to firmly cement what I already know to be true… I am THE man!
Why not start by discussing my next victim in regards to successful title defenses in one John Cable, shall we. John, you’re about as relevant as a fart in the wind right now as your downward spiral continues to showcase itself show after show since I embarrassed you at the West Coast Rumble. I nailed you with that knockout shot that still has you weak in the knee’s. What I find entertaining is how you walked out on Brawl and professed to be a contender when you left Wrestle Wars a bigger loser. Well sir, since you want a piece of me you’re not going to have to wait long… that is if you even show up for Monday Night Brawl in something more than a physical form.
When will you learn that you’re nothing without my coat tails to hang on to?
When will you fully understand that the only reason anyone gave a crap about you was because of me?
Hell, with what I’ve seen out of you lately The Dark Shadow would present me a bigger challenge that you; but alas, one more time I’m going to put this size twelve and a half boot straight up your ass because apparently common sense isn’t your strongest suit. Step to me if you must, I just hope you’re prepared for that bitter taste of defeat.
That’s about all my time you’re fucking worth.
MDK on the other hand… now that’s a guy that’s worth plenty of my time.
Hi Danny, have you missed me?
Probably not… but I bet you’ve missed the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship! So look, while I’m sure you’re getting some sort of amusement with these contract cash in attempts I’ve become rather bored with it already. Each time you’ve stepped out, each time with your own referee I’ve welcomed you with open arms to bring your shit and each time you’ve coward away like a little bitch.
You already know I want a piece of you.
End the suspense, kid.
Better idea, instead why don’t you bring me everything that you’ve possibly got on Monday Night Brawl because beating John does absolutely nothing for me… beating you; now that does a lot for me. Your biggest argument at this point is that I’ve never legitimately beaten you, am I right? I mean that is all I seem to be hearing from that skirt that’s been on the tip of your jock as of late as well as you yourself. What better way to silence my single biggest critics than by doing what they seem to think I can’t do. Beat MDK. I’m on a roll like never before and I’m in a position within this company that requires me to constantly deliver while the rest of the roster is simply complacent. I’ve successfully defended this title in my second run MORE times than MDK has, period. What makes me the better man and better athlete is my killer instinct to get the job done by any means necessary even if it means exploiting rules to insure the outcome goes my way. This is the position that I’ve found myself in here and now with this ridiculous tag team attraction on the horizons and what is necessary over everything else is making MDK just another one of my bitches. With this situation life has given me lemons thus I’ve made some killer lemonade to sling out to anyone that bothers to step my way. I’ve established I’m smarter than most of you, I’ve established that I am the Champion of Champions within the WGWF and in just a few short nights I’m going to establish that I have legitimately beaten MDK. Deal with it.
… and then there’s Alyce.
Sweet, sweet Alyce.
How is my juicy, succulent peach?
Let’s not pretend that we’re going to get along nor pretend that this is even going to be a legitimate tag team affair as I am perfectly fine with taking all three of you on by myself if need be; sure I’ll be taken down by the numbers as they no doubt will catch up to just about anyone but at least I’ll go down knowing that nothing was held back and I’ll walk away without a knife planted in the middle of my spine. Naturally I’m going to have to grow eyes all over my fucking head to catch all the attacks from the three of you that shall no doubt be hurled my way, and while I might go down I won’t go down without fucking swinging.
Now that all that’s out of the way I want to speak on something that’s actually fucking important.
The next in line for a shot at the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship since MDK is more into playing meaningless mind games over stepping in the ring and challenging me for the strap. Since taking back my title in January I’ve stopped a monster in his tracks and out foxed a fox at Wrestle Wars Twelve while also being labeled Champion of Champions. Who’s next? Who wants to be next in line to get served? Kyle Shane? Are you really ready for what I can bring to the table at this juncture in my career? James Raven? The Student versus The Teacher aspect could draw some numbers. How about you Chris Dorling? You’ve been turning heads since your arrival to the company, or perhaps maybe it will be the rightful winner of the West Coast Rumble in one Chris Page.
It doesn’t matter who decides to step to the plate because I am always prepared to defend my title and defend my spot on top of this federation! I am ready, willing and able to slice through each and every one on this roster if it means getting the respect that I goddamn deserve. I don’t see anyone else doing the things I’m doing, I don’t see anyone else delivering in the ways that I am delivering and might I suggest all of you take fucking notice and elevate your games before you cross my path or else you’ll be slapped so hard your head won’t stop spinning!
I am the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion.
I will remain the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion.
Think you can stop me? Well come on down cause I serve anybody.
… FUCK.
After I dispose of John Cable.
Deep sigh.
POST MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL : 4/30/18
OSAKA, JAPAN
OSAKA-JO HALL
Our scene opens with a shot of Denise Essex standing on the Monday Night Brawl Interview Set backstage at the Osaka-Jo Hall in Osaka, Japan where Monday Night Brawl has come and gone. The words WGWF Exclusive appear on the bottom right hand portion of the screen while Denise gives us the opening introduction.
DENISE ESSEX- “Ladies and Gentleman joining me at this time is the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion and more recently crowned Champion of Champions; he is THE Tristan Slater.”
Camera’s pan back revealing THE Tristan Slater with the WGWF World Title draped over his right shoulder with a white towel hanging across both shoulders. He’s still in his ring gear as he has his hands on his hips.
DENISE ESSEX- “A lot going on tonight with you as in one night we’ve found out when, where and who your next challenger is going to be, we got an interesting Tag Team Attraction set for Moscow, Russia and capping it off was your victory over the Intercontinental and Television Champion in a thrilling Champions Showcase Triple Threat Affair…”
A smirk graces my face before leaning in and interrupting Denise.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “You forgot something.”
Denise appears perplexed for a mere moment before spouting off.
DENISE ESSEX- “What?”
I shift my gaze towards the camera for a moment before shifting it back towards the microphone in Denise’s hand.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I’ve once again changed my entrance music!”
I exclaim before sarcastically spout off.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Do these broadcast journalist not pay attention or what!?!?!”
I simply shake my head at Denise before another sly smirk graces my face.
DENISE ESSEX- “I didn’t even notice…”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Don’t worry Denise, nobody else did either.”
I state exuding sheer sarcasm with each and every word.
DENISE ESSEX- “Let’s start by talking about the opening of Monday Night Brawl in which Flash Rotten has named John “The Beast” Cable as the next challenger for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship and that match is slated to take place in just four weeks inside a Steel Cage in Beijing, China.”
I’m already rolling my eyes.
DENISE ESSEX- “What are your initial thoughts about this upcoming deal?”
As Heath Ledger of his joker fame would say… “and here we… go.”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “It seems like Flash Rotten likes to take one step forward followed by two steps back, if you ask me.”
DENISE ESSEX- “What makes you say that?”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “It’s not a huge secrete that the WGWF roster isn’t as deep as it once was and that literally for the last year plus I’ve had battles against some of the same people over and over and over and over and over and over and over again; but then you get nights like tonight in which something fresh is delivered like a Champions Showcase, and it gives you a glimmer of hope that things might be shifting and the scene might get different at the top of the mountain only to find out not even fifteen minutes into the program you’re told you’ll be seeing yet another John Cable versus Tristan Slater contest.”
I have a lot of issues with this contest but none of them rest with John being any sort of real threat because John has yet to realize that the only world where he is a World Champion caliber talent is that of his own because here in the real world we all know differently.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “It just screams “been there done that” because we have; so you’ll have to excuse me if I’m not leaping for joy over facing a guy that I’ve dealt with time and time and time again. It certainly wasn’t the announcement I was looking for but when you’re the World Heavyweight Champion it’s your job to get in the ring with anyone at any time; so looking at it from that perspective I have no issues at all in embarrassing John Cable harder than I did at the West Coast Rumble.”
More on that in the coming weeks.
… Surely you didn’t think I was blowing my load now, did you?
DENISE ESSEX- “Not only did we find out when the next title defense will be we also found out that in just two weeks it’s going to be John Cable and MDK versus Alyce Starchylde and well, you.”
Again with the eye roll.
DENISE ESSEX- “You don’t seem too thrilled about it.”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “What’s exciting about this at all? Am I supposed to jump for joy that I’m once again in the ring with three other people; two of which haven’t earned the right to be in my presence and the other is too busy running around playing games with a contract, nothing about this screams must see in my eyes. How many times have we seen this in the past? Too many to fucking count.”
This is going to be the single worst Main Event of the year when you look at the facts. Fact; MDK and Alyce won’t oppose each other. Fact; John Cable will spoon feed us his typical song and dance at the last possible second. Fact; the only person I have any interest in dealing with is the only person to hold a legitimate victory over me in the last twelve months that didn’t revolve around a fucking count out.
DENISE ESSEX- “You closed out Brawl tonight with a victory within the Champions Showcase Triple Threat by scoring a victory over Andy Johnson following a pretty vicious attack at the hands of Silence.”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Naturally I’m sure that this will be a point of conversation amongst my peers this week regardless if I knew about Silence’s involvement or not. Truth is I was out on the floor while all of this was going down and had I known about it I would have bitch slapped Silence around like I did the only other time we’ve been in the same ring at the same time.”
Yeah, beat that monster too.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “There’s very few guys on this roster that I respect and it happens that both Connolly and Johnson are two guys that I do have respect for. Had I known what transpired I wouldn’t have taken a victory over Andy like that, so I’m going to go on record here and now and issue Andy Johnson and open contract at any time to get in the ring with me in singles action.”
Can’t get more upfront than that.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Andy deserves it and I’m more than willing to oblige. That’s how easy it is to get in the ring with me when you actually deserve it.”
With that THE Tristan Slater simply winks at Denise before he walks off set leaving the scene to fade out.
INTERNATIONAL INNCIDENT:
MOSOW, RUSSIA
GRAND KREMLIN PALACE
FEATURUING RUSSIAN PRESIDENT VLADIMIR PUTIN
The scene is set at the Grand Kremlin Palace in Moscow Russia where a Press Conference has been put together by the Russian President Vladimir Putin for the WGWF regarding Monday Night Brawl airing live on Monday Night.
We are located in the Press Room of the Grand Kremlin Palace as the Dmitry Sergeyevich Peskov, the Russian Press Secretary stands behind podium in the front of the room while to his right is Russian President Vladimir Putin while to his left representing the WGWF is Flash Rotten and next to Flash is THE Tristan Slater who is in a fine suit with the WGWF World Title over his left shoulder.
We join the Press Conference already in progress.
Dmitry Sergeyevich Peskov- “It’s at this time we would like to ask Worlds Heavyweight Champion Tristan Slater to say a few words on behalf of WGWF.”
He states with a thick Russian accent as THE Tristan Slater steps forward before making his way towards the podium where Dmitry Sergeyevich Peskov extends his hand to shake Slater’s. Tristan holds up the left index finger on his left hand before leaning down towards the microphone.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “It’s pronounced THE Tristan Slater.”
Standing upright the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion shakes the hand of Dmitry Sergeyevich Peskov before shifting his attention towards the media that’s gathered.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “On behalf of the WGWF we want to thank the country of Russia for allowing us to be here for our next edition of Monday Night Brawl which will air around the world. This isn’t something that happens every day..”
There’s a voice translating into Russian as I speak. It’s annoying.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I know that I can speak for just about everyone on the roster when I say how awesome it’s going to feel to take center stage in Moscow for a night of thrilling in ring action as this Summer Madness World Tour starts to kick into high gear.”
That goddamn translator’s voice speaking each word that I am saying really starts to get under my skin.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “We’re going to deliver…”
That’s it!
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Can someone shut him the fuck up!”
I spout out shifting my attention just off stage to the Russian translator as I point in his direction.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “If they don’t speak English they don’t deserve to know what the hell I’m saying.”
There’s a gasp from the collective members of the media as I shift my attention towards President Putin.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “No offense to you, sir.”
I forgot he was even there as I shift my attention back towards the members of the media.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I don’t know if anyone in this room knows just who the hell I am so allow me to forgo the formalities and pleasantries by simply cutting to the chase. I’m that dude that doesn’t give two shits if you like, love or hate the ground I walk on because I will always shoot straight. The fact of the matter is what you’re going to see Monday Night on Brawl is this guy right here put my fist down the throat of anything that moves..”
I feel a tug on my right sleeve of my sport coat to which I shift my gaze to see Flash Rotten tugging at my sleeve while trying to pull me casually away from the podium. There’s a slight jerk from my from my arm away from Flash breaking free of his grasp as my attention shifts back towards the members of the media.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “You’re going to see exactly what it means to run to the beat of your own drum, to viciously, violently pummel the upper echelon of this roster with nothing but sheer malice, intent and for no other reason than because I can and nobody can stop me. I don’t play nice and I sure as shit am not about to start now! Not for Flash Rotten, not for President Putin and not for anyone of you in this room that may or may not understand the goddamn words coming out of my mouth!”
The Russian Press Secretary comes forward reaching out towards the podium to take the microphone which draws my gaze while I state.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Do you want to lose that arm today, son?”
He slowly takes a step backwards followed by a second.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “You’re smarter than you look.”
I shift my attention back towards the members of the media.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m the single biggest loose cannon you’ve ever seen and it’s something that a sold out crowd is going to witness first hand, live and in living color.”
I turn my attention back towards the Russian Press Secretary and President Putin before motioning with my hand off stage. Suddenly we see a waiter dressed in a white button down dress shirt, black tie, black slacks with black shoes carrying a large oval tray with shot glasses and a bottle of vodka.
He gives a shot to President Putin, The Russian Press Secretary, Flash Rotten and even THE Tristan Slater takes a shot glass where he raises it in the air.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Thank you for allowing us this opportunity.”
President Putin, Flash Rotten and Dmitry Sergeyevich Peskov take their shot while THE Tristan Slater holds his glass up in the air. President Putin takes notice of THE Tristan Slater’s glass where he motions for him to drink. A smirk finds its way across THE Tristan Slater’s face as he looks directly at President Putin.
THE Tristan Slater takes the shot glass before turning it upside down pouring the shot of Vodka out bringing another massive gasp from the crowd that’s gathered. Flash Rotten is completely livid as THE Tristan Slater spouts out.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Only pussies drink Vodka!”
THE Tristan Slater turns his back on President Putin where he walks off stage followed quickly by Flash Rotten as the comes to a close.
The undisputed Champion of Champions stands before you with his head held high and his arm raised in victory in what was a competitive contest between me, Connolly and Johnson… until I saw the replay. While out on the floor the largest walking retard entered the fray and laid waste to Andy; as you all saw, unfortunately I did not, thus it appears that I once again took advantage of a situation laid out in front of me. No one is more livid about the involvement of Silence more than I am for the sole fact that I actually respect both Connolly and Johnson and needed that to be clean, clear and decisive… yet it’s wasn’t and at the end of the day it’s a little more ammunition for my opponents if they use it correctly, but then again I am the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion which means I think I can do a pretty good job at defending it. It was thrilling to be in Osaka once again and in front of a crowd that actually respects what great in ring wrestling is all about. The reactions were amazing, the in ring work between the three of us captivated that arena, the fans and delivered one hell of a contest.
It’s that fact alone that has my head held high regardless of anyone else’s involvement.
It’s that fact alone that continues to cement my legacy of being the best goddamn worker in the business.
And it’s that fact alone that will continue to carry me to the highest of highs while you’re all forced to swallow that bitter horse pill each and every waking day that I am better than you.
Soak that up and drink that in because the truth fucking hurts.
Speaking of hurts… Flash Rotten’s crazy notion that it’s a great idea to have MDK/Cable versus Slater/Starchylde on our next edition of Brawl as we now invade Moscow, Russia. Who in the blue hell books this shit? Let me make sure I understand this correctly; you’re putting MDK and Alyce on opposite side of the ring and pitting Cable as MDK’s partner? Glorified three versus one Handicap Match, check. One versus all, I like the sound of that.
Why would anyone like the sound of that?
Because what better way to firmly cement what I already know to be true… I am THE man!
Why not start by discussing my next victim in regards to successful title defenses in one John Cable, shall we. John, you’re about as relevant as a fart in the wind right now as your downward spiral continues to showcase itself show after show since I embarrassed you at the West Coast Rumble. I nailed you with that knockout shot that still has you weak in the knee’s. What I find entertaining is how you walked out on Brawl and professed to be a contender when you left Wrestle Wars a bigger loser. Well sir, since you want a piece of me you’re not going to have to wait long… that is if you even show up for Monday Night Brawl in something more than a physical form.
When will you learn that you’re nothing without my coat tails to hang on to?
When will you fully understand that the only reason anyone gave a crap about you was because of me?
Hell, with what I’ve seen out of you lately The Dark Shadow would present me a bigger challenge that you; but alas, one more time I’m going to put this size twelve and a half boot straight up your ass because apparently common sense isn’t your strongest suit. Step to me if you must, I just hope you’re prepared for that bitter taste of defeat.
That’s about all my time you’re fucking worth.
MDK on the other hand… now that’s a guy that’s worth plenty of my time.
Hi Danny, have you missed me?
Probably not… but I bet you’ve missed the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship! So look, while I’m sure you’re getting some sort of amusement with these contract cash in attempts I’ve become rather bored with it already. Each time you’ve stepped out, each time with your own referee I’ve welcomed you with open arms to bring your shit and each time you’ve coward away like a little bitch.
You already know I want a piece of you.
End the suspense, kid.
Better idea, instead why don’t you bring me everything that you’ve possibly got on Monday Night Brawl because beating John does absolutely nothing for me… beating you; now that does a lot for me. Your biggest argument at this point is that I’ve never legitimately beaten you, am I right? I mean that is all I seem to be hearing from that skirt that’s been on the tip of your jock as of late as well as you yourself. What better way to silence my single biggest critics than by doing what they seem to think I can’t do. Beat MDK. I’m on a roll like never before and I’m in a position within this company that requires me to constantly deliver while the rest of the roster is simply complacent. I’ve successfully defended this title in my second run MORE times than MDK has, period. What makes me the better man and better athlete is my killer instinct to get the job done by any means necessary even if it means exploiting rules to insure the outcome goes my way. This is the position that I’ve found myself in here and now with this ridiculous tag team attraction on the horizons and what is necessary over everything else is making MDK just another one of my bitches. With this situation life has given me lemons thus I’ve made some killer lemonade to sling out to anyone that bothers to step my way. I’ve established I’m smarter than most of you, I’ve established that I am the Champion of Champions within the WGWF and in just a few short nights I’m going to establish that I have legitimately beaten MDK. Deal with it.
… and then there’s Alyce.
Sweet, sweet Alyce.
How is my juicy, succulent peach?
Let’s not pretend that we’re going to get along nor pretend that this is even going to be a legitimate tag team affair as I am perfectly fine with taking all three of you on by myself if need be; sure I’ll be taken down by the numbers as they no doubt will catch up to just about anyone but at least I’ll go down knowing that nothing was held back and I’ll walk away without a knife planted in the middle of my spine. Naturally I’m going to have to grow eyes all over my fucking head to catch all the attacks from the three of you that shall no doubt be hurled my way, and while I might go down I won’t go down without fucking swinging.
Now that all that’s out of the way I want to speak on something that’s actually fucking important.
The next in line for a shot at the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship since MDK is more into playing meaningless mind games over stepping in the ring and challenging me for the strap. Since taking back my title in January I’ve stopped a monster in his tracks and out foxed a fox at Wrestle Wars Twelve while also being labeled Champion of Champions. Who’s next? Who wants to be next in line to get served? Kyle Shane? Are you really ready for what I can bring to the table at this juncture in my career? James Raven? The Student versus The Teacher aspect could draw some numbers. How about you Chris Dorling? You’ve been turning heads since your arrival to the company, or perhaps maybe it will be the rightful winner of the West Coast Rumble in one Chris Page.
It doesn’t matter who decides to step to the plate because I am always prepared to defend my title and defend my spot on top of this federation! I am ready, willing and able to slice through each and every one on this roster if it means getting the respect that I goddamn deserve. I don’t see anyone else doing the things I’m doing, I don’t see anyone else delivering in the ways that I am delivering and might I suggest all of you take fucking notice and elevate your games before you cross my path or else you’ll be slapped so hard your head won’t stop spinning!
I am the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion.
I will remain the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion.
Think you can stop me? Well come on down cause I serve anybody.
… FUCK.
After I dispose of John Cable.
Deep sigh.