Post by THE Tristan Slater on Mar 10, 2019 12:21:13 GMT -5
It's a chilly, rainy day in Atlanta, Georgia as a grey overcast fills the sky. An aerial shot of Mercedes Benz Stadium is shown as thousands of fans are tailgating in the parking lot, loud music from all forms of the entertainment world can be heard. The atmosphere is unreal as we fade inside the Stadium to the press room where we see a room full of reporters gathered for a pre-pay-per-view press conference. We're currently in between talents that are speaking. Derrick Diamond is show walking out on the stage to a podium that displays the WrestleWars: One Night Only logo that sits in front of a large backdrop featuring the same logo.
DERRICK DIAMOND- "Ladies and Gentleman the next man we're going to bring to the stage is a man that truly needs no introduction as he's a former multiple time World Heavyweight Champion, former Intercontinental Champion as well as a former Television Champion... please welcome THE Tristan Slater!"
Photographers snaps pictures as THE Tristan Slater emerges out on to the stage. His appearance has changed since the last time we saw him. His hair has grown to shoulder length, he sports a nice and thick beard. He's dressed in a pair of black jeans with a white V-neck t-shirt with black shades covering his eyes. THE Tristan Slater reaches the podium where he dismisses Derrick with his hands as the music fades away. THE Tristan Slater places both hands on the podium as he starts to speak.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "Let's see if I remember how to do this."
Of course I remember how to fucking do this; I'm THE Tristan Slater and I'm the reason that most of you are even relevant to this day. Without my dedication, without me carrying this federation on my back none of you would be here.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "We're all gathered here today to further hype the One Night Only event that's slated to take place tomorrow night right here in Atlanta, Georgia. This night is about two things for everyone of us that's going to grace that squared circle; not only is this about defeating whoever our opponents are just to get a shot to be labeled as the greatest of all time."
Naturally I am the Greatest Of All Time and I don't need a title to prove that; especially when my track record proves that each and every time I step into the wrestling ring.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "When you're name is THE Tristan Slater you exude greatness at each and every turn so it's a no brainer that I will find myself inside War Games at the expense of both Nick and Hunter Ryan."
Here.We.Go.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "Apparently the world is clamoring for a reunion of the Glorious New Breed to take on The Ryan Brothers; be careful what you wish for because now you're going to get it and you're going to get it in the form of THE Tristan Slater as he single handedly shows up for WrestleWars: One Night Only and saves the day as he usually does."
Can't say that I'm wrong on that.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "We all know that the Ryan Brothers aren't going to pose much of a threat; and even if they did neither one of them can hold a candle to what I got. I don't need to stand in front of this microphone and express what I've accomplished in this business, I'm not going to remind you of my credentials, I'm not going to take you by the hand and bore you with what I used to do... instead I'm going to simply tell you that if you haven't already gotten tickets, you can't now. So go ahead and order the Pay-Per-View and take a good look at what the fuck I'm going to do when that first bell tolls, watch as I run circles around the Brother's Ryan while making them look completely and totally stupid; which news flash, isn't a difficult a thing to do..."
It's not that I don't respect the Ryan's for what they've managed to accomplish over the many years they've been in the business; but I also know that when push comes to shove there's not a lot they can do to stand toe to tow with someone of my credentials.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "Especially when it comes to Nick; all it takes is one look in the fucking mirror. My point at this time is simple, the Ryan Brothers are going to be taken out like yesterday's garbage and I will use them to stamp my ticket to War Games where all fucking bets are off. I don't give a flying fuck who wins or loses to get to War Games because the only thing that matters is who is left standing at the end of the night; and I like my chances. If you think you can stop me, try me."
And with that Tristan takes a step back from the podium where he refuses to answer any questions as the scene fades to black.
A Truthful Promo:
The excitement is in the air as nearly ninety thousand fans gather at the Mercedes Benz Stadium in Atlanta, Georgia for one special night of WGWF action in which a who's who of talent have elected to partake at WrestleWars: One Night Only. I mean, take a look at the matches slated to take place; MDK/Famine of the Vile, Kyle Shane and Raziel, Hardcore action, mixed tag action! Everything you could possible want as a fan is on deck to be delivered... and then you got Ryan Brothers.
Really?
Not only do we have the Ryan's but the powers that be thought that it would be funny to reform The Glorious New Breed, if not for anything else a few giggles and snickers.
I'd rather been in the ring with Kyle Shane, didn't he talk about wanting to do a match? It's certainly more appealing than sticking the last guy that carried this federation on his shoulders than by squaring up against another guy that has done the EXACT same thing! But no, no they say. We're going to throw you in the ring with the Ryan's to give them some selembelce of a spotlight attraction; well, news flash, not even the star power that is THE Tristan Slater enough to make either Hunter or Nick look credible. I'TS NICK FUCKING RYAN! It's the same guy that's going to remind us over and over again about success had from years past, his one glimpse at Main Eventing for the WGWF back in a period that was darker than the one previous. He's a zebra in the sense that he doesn't change his stripes. The only piece of the puzzle that remotely makes sense is Hunter. At least he has a respectable reputation and doesn't have his own head shoved so far up his ass he can taste his tonsils. Yet in a way I'm actually looking forward to standing in the same ring as you if not for any other reason than to prove once again like so many others before me that you Nick, you sucked then and you suck now. Period. End of story.
As I sit here and think about how funny it's going to be to knock your dick in the dirt, even I must admit that I have a little sympathy for you. I mean if I had a run that nobody really talked like you did many, many moons ago I'd be a little butt-hurt too; then again when you're battling the likes of Seth Stevens or Andre Dixon in the Main Events its no wonder why it's a forgotten past cause if I had to live that all over again I'd put a fucking gun to my temple and pull the goddamn trigger because you sir, you are an anchor that weighs down anything you attach your name to and this match isn't any exception; right Hunter?Who am I kidding, Hunter probably shook his head when he saw he had to team with you because he above anyone else knows what it's like to carry you to any real success. Look at your past as the Initiative; which speaking of the Initiative, feelings get a little hurt when the rumored reunion fell through yet while you're down here sniffing the midcard per usual Famine is higher up on the card battling MDK? Which now makes me question Hunter's intelligence.
You should be honored that you're even getting this spotlight, especially from me.
It's bad enough that you're a complete waste of time and effort and come One Night Only I'll be sure that see's you suffering the bitter taste of defeat like you've done most of your entire career.
Now there's the case of you, Hunter.
Not many people can headline WrestleWars on more than one occasion, not many people can stand toe to toe with a Chris Page and get a deserving victory unlike your partner who barely manages to fluke one out with an inside cradle on a Monday Night Brawl. You are what makes the Ryan Reunion interesting because you of all people know how this one is going to play out; history has a real funny way of repeating itself, I say that because how many times has Nick Ryan convinced you to reform the Ryan Brothers and how many times has it fallen apart in a matter of months? Can you honestly tell me with a straight face that at any point of being affiliated with the Great and Powerful Nick Ryan that you were as successful as you where when you wasn't? That's right Hunter, we all know that you were more successful when he wasn't in the equation than you were when he was.
Ouch Nick, that's got to leave a mark.
... or a bitter taste in your mouth if not anything else.
That's not on me to be the judge of, but what is for me to be the judge of is just how long I'm going to pretend that both of you shitstains are walking into a losing situation if not for anything else than because the Glorious New Breed doesn't have to get a long to take out the trash when it comes to the Ryan Brothers. The formula for success is simple, divide and conquer, exploit Nick for the weakest link in the food chain before putting him down once and for all which shall see The Glorious New Breed successful and shall see us move forth to the War Games Main Event; but you ask, how can I be so confident in that outcome given the track record I've had when it comes to one Mr. Cable? Simple... it's the only way John can get his hands on me.
Hey Man Beast, fuck you.
That's right John... oh how our paths have the opportunity to cross one more time! The final chapter if you will in one of the greatest blood feuds of all time that is THE Tristan Slater versus John Cable. Hunter, you and I have a few things in common when it comes to Tag Team Wrestling that I'd be remised not to point out because both of us are incredibly good at carrying our teammates to victory; oh yeah, believe that, I carried that wanna be Beast just like you've carried Nick so I know what it's like to cut that anchor loose and achieve even more success in our industry.
Maybe the match is right but the teams are wrong. Is it to late to ask for Slater and Hunter versus Cable and Nick Ryan? At least Hunter will pull his weight... or will he?
Not like it really matters because this match is nothing more than a formality to get to what matters; being named the Greatest WGWF Superstar of all time because once I lay waste to the Ryan Sisters I'm going to be in my element; what I mean by my element is I'm not going to have to carry John Cable, I'm not going to have to rely on anyone but myself which is exactly as God intended as I will do battle against any and everyone that crosses my path. There's a plethora of individuals that I have scores to settle on what will be the final curtain call for the WGWF. I'd love to see MDK and Kyle Shane locked inside War Games. If there's three pieces of talent that epitomize what this company is all about it's THE Tristan Slater, MDK and Kyle Shane; but only one of us will be able to stand on top of the mountain... and I fully intend on it being me. MDK and I aren't strangers, you took nearly a two year winning streak away from me not to mention the World Title and I haven't forgotten. On this stage it now becomes payback time. I'm going to be that guy that spoils it for you. I'm going to get my revenge on the single biggest stage of them all and there's nothing that you're going to be able to do to stop me... unless Famine stops you.
Kyle Shane on the other hand is yet another guy that I overshadowed in the last run with this company to the degree he called me out for this specific event. We all know I'm going to dance inside this crazy Main Event and I can only imagine that you will too, so you're going to get your wish but you're also going to understand real quick that I've surpassed you on all levels and you're not good enough to lace my fucking boots. You're welcome to try Kyle; but it will be a losing effort because I'm the guy that carried this federation back when no one else could. I take that shit seriously, I take being the focal point seriously and above all else I take being labeled as the Greatest of all Time seriously. Bring me whatever the fuck you want homie because I'm going to welcome you with open arms and a bitch slap across the face! You might be a God of Game but I am THE Tristan Slater and I am THE Main Event of Main Event's and that shit eats you up.
We also know that John Cable via THE Tristan Slater will make his way into the War Games and he so desperately wants to get his hands around my neck. Our story is a tired tale that shall finally see it's conclusion. Will this be the LAST time I ever step foot inside a squared circle to deal with you in any way, shape or form because nobody is tired of you more than I am. You try so hard to make yourself like your a legitimate star but in actuality you're a legitimate choke artist as this night will prove. The facts are when it comes to dealing with you you're your own worst enemy because you allow yourself to fight off emotion, and your emotions are in fact your single biggest downfall. So when you find your way into War Games I've got but two things to say to you; first, you're welcome for even being involved; two, I will beat you and establish once and for all exactly why I am and always will be just fucking better than you.
What about Chris Page?
Natural expectations would say that you're going to find your way into a match of this caliber but I'd also venture to say that even you know that if history shows us anything you always end up on your back when you cross my path. This situation won't be an exception. Sure you've got tenure here and have had seven reigns as World Heavyweight Champion... and you've lost it seven times. Does that really mean you're that good? Or how about several of those reigns being with a no name roster where you were the biggest fish in the smallest pond; with all that in question can you really classify yourself as one of the greatest of all time? News Flash, you're not. The only thing you've ever been good at is politicking your way to top of your own organization and staying on top of your own organization. There's nothing about you that intimidates me and if you step to me I'm going to serve you faster than a hooker on the Las Vegas strip.
You're time has come and gone.
Step to the side and stay to the side this time because when I'm done embarrassing you're not going to want to come back.
The bottom line of all this is simple if you ask me; we're all fighting for a spot inside War Games so that we can individually prove that we deserve to be the greatest of all time... and as I said before only one of us will be the last man standing. There's a lot of talent involved in this party from the unpredictable Grimoire Xmyles who is a threat to anyone involved in any equation to the vivacious Heather Halliwell to Andy Johnson or a Terry Borden. You're all good but you're not great. When you feast your eyes on THE Tristan Slater you're looking at perfection personified in every sense of the words. I've got a big fucking mouth but I'm more than capable of backing it up. Don't believe me? Just wait because I'll be more than happy to prove it when I'm standing in the middle of the ring with my arm raised in the air as Donald Masters makes that final announcement; your winner and the Greatest of All Time is THE Tristan Slater... reality will set in and I'll be right there saying I told you so.
Deal with it.
DERRICK DIAMOND- "Ladies and Gentleman the next man we're going to bring to the stage is a man that truly needs no introduction as he's a former multiple time World Heavyweight Champion, former Intercontinental Champion as well as a former Television Champion... please welcome THE Tristan Slater!"
Photographers snaps pictures as THE Tristan Slater emerges out on to the stage. His appearance has changed since the last time we saw him. His hair has grown to shoulder length, he sports a nice and thick beard. He's dressed in a pair of black jeans with a white V-neck t-shirt with black shades covering his eyes. THE Tristan Slater reaches the podium where he dismisses Derrick with his hands as the music fades away. THE Tristan Slater places both hands on the podium as he starts to speak.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "Let's see if I remember how to do this."
Of course I remember how to fucking do this; I'm THE Tristan Slater and I'm the reason that most of you are even relevant to this day. Without my dedication, without me carrying this federation on my back none of you would be here.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "We're all gathered here today to further hype the One Night Only event that's slated to take place tomorrow night right here in Atlanta, Georgia. This night is about two things for everyone of us that's going to grace that squared circle; not only is this about defeating whoever our opponents are just to get a shot to be labeled as the greatest of all time."
Naturally I am the Greatest Of All Time and I don't need a title to prove that; especially when my track record proves that each and every time I step into the wrestling ring.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "When you're name is THE Tristan Slater you exude greatness at each and every turn so it's a no brainer that I will find myself inside War Games at the expense of both Nick and Hunter Ryan."
Here.We.Go.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "Apparently the world is clamoring for a reunion of the Glorious New Breed to take on The Ryan Brothers; be careful what you wish for because now you're going to get it and you're going to get it in the form of THE Tristan Slater as he single handedly shows up for WrestleWars: One Night Only and saves the day as he usually does."
Can't say that I'm wrong on that.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "We all know that the Ryan Brothers aren't going to pose much of a threat; and even if they did neither one of them can hold a candle to what I got. I don't need to stand in front of this microphone and express what I've accomplished in this business, I'm not going to remind you of my credentials, I'm not going to take you by the hand and bore you with what I used to do... instead I'm going to simply tell you that if you haven't already gotten tickets, you can't now. So go ahead and order the Pay-Per-View and take a good look at what the fuck I'm going to do when that first bell tolls, watch as I run circles around the Brother's Ryan while making them look completely and totally stupid; which news flash, isn't a difficult a thing to do..."
It's not that I don't respect the Ryan's for what they've managed to accomplish over the many years they've been in the business; but I also know that when push comes to shove there's not a lot they can do to stand toe to tow with someone of my credentials.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "Especially when it comes to Nick; all it takes is one look in the fucking mirror. My point at this time is simple, the Ryan Brothers are going to be taken out like yesterday's garbage and I will use them to stamp my ticket to War Games where all fucking bets are off. I don't give a flying fuck who wins or loses to get to War Games because the only thing that matters is who is left standing at the end of the night; and I like my chances. If you think you can stop me, try me."
And with that Tristan takes a step back from the podium where he refuses to answer any questions as the scene fades to black.
A Truthful Promo:
The excitement is in the air as nearly ninety thousand fans gather at the Mercedes Benz Stadium in Atlanta, Georgia for one special night of WGWF action in which a who's who of talent have elected to partake at WrestleWars: One Night Only. I mean, take a look at the matches slated to take place; MDK/Famine of the Vile, Kyle Shane and Raziel, Hardcore action, mixed tag action! Everything you could possible want as a fan is on deck to be delivered... and then you got Ryan Brothers.
Really?
Not only do we have the Ryan's but the powers that be thought that it would be funny to reform The Glorious New Breed, if not for anything else a few giggles and snickers.
I'd rather been in the ring with Kyle Shane, didn't he talk about wanting to do a match? It's certainly more appealing than sticking the last guy that carried this federation on his shoulders than by squaring up against another guy that has done the EXACT same thing! But no, no they say. We're going to throw you in the ring with the Ryan's to give them some selembelce of a spotlight attraction; well, news flash, not even the star power that is THE Tristan Slater enough to make either Hunter or Nick look credible. I'TS NICK FUCKING RYAN! It's the same guy that's going to remind us over and over again about success had from years past, his one glimpse at Main Eventing for the WGWF back in a period that was darker than the one previous. He's a zebra in the sense that he doesn't change his stripes. The only piece of the puzzle that remotely makes sense is Hunter. At least he has a respectable reputation and doesn't have his own head shoved so far up his ass he can taste his tonsils. Yet in a way I'm actually looking forward to standing in the same ring as you if not for any other reason than to prove once again like so many others before me that you Nick, you sucked then and you suck now. Period. End of story.
As I sit here and think about how funny it's going to be to knock your dick in the dirt, even I must admit that I have a little sympathy for you. I mean if I had a run that nobody really talked like you did many, many moons ago I'd be a little butt-hurt too; then again when you're battling the likes of Seth Stevens or Andre Dixon in the Main Events its no wonder why it's a forgotten past cause if I had to live that all over again I'd put a fucking gun to my temple and pull the goddamn trigger because you sir, you are an anchor that weighs down anything you attach your name to and this match isn't any exception; right Hunter?Who am I kidding, Hunter probably shook his head when he saw he had to team with you because he above anyone else knows what it's like to carry you to any real success. Look at your past as the Initiative; which speaking of the Initiative, feelings get a little hurt when the rumored reunion fell through yet while you're down here sniffing the midcard per usual Famine is higher up on the card battling MDK? Which now makes me question Hunter's intelligence.
You should be honored that you're even getting this spotlight, especially from me.
It's bad enough that you're a complete waste of time and effort and come One Night Only I'll be sure that see's you suffering the bitter taste of defeat like you've done most of your entire career.
Now there's the case of you, Hunter.
Not many people can headline WrestleWars on more than one occasion, not many people can stand toe to toe with a Chris Page and get a deserving victory unlike your partner who barely manages to fluke one out with an inside cradle on a Monday Night Brawl. You are what makes the Ryan Reunion interesting because you of all people know how this one is going to play out; history has a real funny way of repeating itself, I say that because how many times has Nick Ryan convinced you to reform the Ryan Brothers and how many times has it fallen apart in a matter of months? Can you honestly tell me with a straight face that at any point of being affiliated with the Great and Powerful Nick Ryan that you were as successful as you where when you wasn't? That's right Hunter, we all know that you were more successful when he wasn't in the equation than you were when he was.
Ouch Nick, that's got to leave a mark.
... or a bitter taste in your mouth if not anything else.
That's not on me to be the judge of, but what is for me to be the judge of is just how long I'm going to pretend that both of you shitstains are walking into a losing situation if not for anything else than because the Glorious New Breed doesn't have to get a long to take out the trash when it comes to the Ryan Brothers. The formula for success is simple, divide and conquer, exploit Nick for the weakest link in the food chain before putting him down once and for all which shall see The Glorious New Breed successful and shall see us move forth to the War Games Main Event; but you ask, how can I be so confident in that outcome given the track record I've had when it comes to one Mr. Cable? Simple... it's the only way John can get his hands on me.
Hey Man Beast, fuck you.
That's right John... oh how our paths have the opportunity to cross one more time! The final chapter if you will in one of the greatest blood feuds of all time that is THE Tristan Slater versus John Cable. Hunter, you and I have a few things in common when it comes to Tag Team Wrestling that I'd be remised not to point out because both of us are incredibly good at carrying our teammates to victory; oh yeah, believe that, I carried that wanna be Beast just like you've carried Nick so I know what it's like to cut that anchor loose and achieve even more success in our industry.
Maybe the match is right but the teams are wrong. Is it to late to ask for Slater and Hunter versus Cable and Nick Ryan? At least Hunter will pull his weight... or will he?
Not like it really matters because this match is nothing more than a formality to get to what matters; being named the Greatest WGWF Superstar of all time because once I lay waste to the Ryan Sisters I'm going to be in my element; what I mean by my element is I'm not going to have to carry John Cable, I'm not going to have to rely on anyone but myself which is exactly as God intended as I will do battle against any and everyone that crosses my path. There's a plethora of individuals that I have scores to settle on what will be the final curtain call for the WGWF. I'd love to see MDK and Kyle Shane locked inside War Games. If there's three pieces of talent that epitomize what this company is all about it's THE Tristan Slater, MDK and Kyle Shane; but only one of us will be able to stand on top of the mountain... and I fully intend on it being me. MDK and I aren't strangers, you took nearly a two year winning streak away from me not to mention the World Title and I haven't forgotten. On this stage it now becomes payback time. I'm going to be that guy that spoils it for you. I'm going to get my revenge on the single biggest stage of them all and there's nothing that you're going to be able to do to stop me... unless Famine stops you.
Kyle Shane on the other hand is yet another guy that I overshadowed in the last run with this company to the degree he called me out for this specific event. We all know I'm going to dance inside this crazy Main Event and I can only imagine that you will too, so you're going to get your wish but you're also going to understand real quick that I've surpassed you on all levels and you're not good enough to lace my fucking boots. You're welcome to try Kyle; but it will be a losing effort because I'm the guy that carried this federation back when no one else could. I take that shit seriously, I take being the focal point seriously and above all else I take being labeled as the Greatest of all Time seriously. Bring me whatever the fuck you want homie because I'm going to welcome you with open arms and a bitch slap across the face! You might be a God of Game but I am THE Tristan Slater and I am THE Main Event of Main Event's and that shit eats you up.
We also know that John Cable via THE Tristan Slater will make his way into the War Games and he so desperately wants to get his hands around my neck. Our story is a tired tale that shall finally see it's conclusion. Will this be the LAST time I ever step foot inside a squared circle to deal with you in any way, shape or form because nobody is tired of you more than I am. You try so hard to make yourself like your a legitimate star but in actuality you're a legitimate choke artist as this night will prove. The facts are when it comes to dealing with you you're your own worst enemy because you allow yourself to fight off emotion, and your emotions are in fact your single biggest downfall. So when you find your way into War Games I've got but two things to say to you; first, you're welcome for even being involved; two, I will beat you and establish once and for all exactly why I am and always will be just fucking better than you.
What about Chris Page?
Natural expectations would say that you're going to find your way into a match of this caliber but I'd also venture to say that even you know that if history shows us anything you always end up on your back when you cross my path. This situation won't be an exception. Sure you've got tenure here and have had seven reigns as World Heavyweight Champion... and you've lost it seven times. Does that really mean you're that good? Or how about several of those reigns being with a no name roster where you were the biggest fish in the smallest pond; with all that in question can you really classify yourself as one of the greatest of all time? News Flash, you're not. The only thing you've ever been good at is politicking your way to top of your own organization and staying on top of your own organization. There's nothing about you that intimidates me and if you step to me I'm going to serve you faster than a hooker on the Las Vegas strip.
You're time has come and gone.
Step to the side and stay to the side this time because when I'm done embarrassing you're not going to want to come back.
The bottom line of all this is simple if you ask me; we're all fighting for a spot inside War Games so that we can individually prove that we deserve to be the greatest of all time... and as I said before only one of us will be the last man standing. There's a lot of talent involved in this party from the unpredictable Grimoire Xmyles who is a threat to anyone involved in any equation to the vivacious Heather Halliwell to Andy Johnson or a Terry Borden. You're all good but you're not great. When you feast your eyes on THE Tristan Slater you're looking at perfection personified in every sense of the words. I've got a big fucking mouth but I'm more than capable of backing it up. Don't believe me? Just wait because I'll be more than happy to prove it when I'm standing in the middle of the ring with my arm raised in the air as Donald Masters makes that final announcement; your winner and the Greatest of All Time is THE Tristan Slater... reality will set in and I'll be right there saying I told you so.
Deal with it.