Post by THE Tristan Slater on Feb 3, 2024 11:11:17 GMT -5
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WGWF Exclusive: Post First Dance
The WGWF Universe is still in shock over what’s just transpired as Mac Bane comes back through gorilla with the WGWF World Title followed by Tristan Slater. The two men weave through the gorilla position dodging various scowls on the faces of several producers and production staff as you can hear the deafening boos continue to ring out from the crowd gathered in El Paso, Texas for Monday Night Brawl’s First Dance Pay-Per-View Event that dominated the airways. Mac Bane is gassed following his war with Cholo as we see Tristan leading him to an awaiting car that has the engine running. Slater opens the back passenger side door and Mac quickly darts inside but before Slater can enter Denise Essex approaches.
DENISE ESSEX- “Tristan Slater, what the hell just happened out there?!?! You just screwed Cholo out of the World Title!”
TRISTAN SLATER: But did I do that? Or did I help rewrite history the way it should have gone at the Cannabis Cup? People are going to say what they want, they’re going to have opinions and thoughts as to why I did what I did, and if it’s answers you want it’s answers you’re going to get… on the next Monday Night Brawl.
Tristan dips into the back of the car and slams the door shut. The car peels out of the loading dock with the tail lights going out of view and fading into the darkness.
I suppose I have a lot to answer for coming off First Dance, wouldn’t you say? Not leaving with the IC Title hurt my pride and dealt a crushing blow to my ego… until I saw Robert Main sitting with a shit-eating grin on his face like he means jack shit to our industry anymore. Shoving him wasn’t enough for me. It didn’t pack enough of a punch but screwing Cholo out of something he didn’t earn has left the WGWF with repercussions that are still being felt to this day. Mac and I go back to the days of Thunder Pro Wrestling, and he’s a man who has always shown me loyalty and he’s always had my back without having some clause to that verbal contract of friendship. Considering I’ve got a lot to talk about in a confined space, let’s start with the most important piece of business.
Cholo.
Why did I do what I did?
Because I don’t like posers proclaiming to be the World Champion who doesn’t deserve it. That belt is meant to be carried by a man, not a bitch. You did nothing to step up for the WGWF against the tyranny that was TFO, nah, you sided with J Mont and in the process, you allowed him to outshine you while carrying the World Title, and that my boy is just unacceptable. You failed yourself, you failed the WGWF, and more importantly, you failed those snot-nosed kids. You did that, Cholo. Nobody else. You made your choice, so I made mine when it mattered the most.
I wish I could say I feel bad about it.
I wish I could say that I regret it, or take it back but the truth is I’m proud of it. How fitting that it took place in El Paso in front of all of your friends and family to witness their hero having everything he worked for stripped from him with such ease but in the process give the WGWF a Champion that they can be proud of, a Champion that can reign with an Iron Fist, and a champion that doesn’t need to have his nose up J Mont’s ass so that he can feel “safe”. Your actions have consequences and those consequences have repercussions which came by my hands. For the first time, the mighty Cholo has fallen and it happen to be on the same night he turned over the Intercontinental Championship only to lose the strap he never should have won. Go ahead and cry about it. Get all those tears out of the way because the more you whine and make excuses for being outsmarted the less I’ll have to hear about it when it happens again on Monday Night Brawl when the WGWF returns to CCPE Arena.
Every time we go home something big always seems to happen.
It’s almost like a foregone conclusion at this point, and I can’t think of a bigger headline than Cholo getting defeated… again. Now I know most of you might be scoffing at the mere thought of little ole me hanging a loss on his shoulders but stranger things have happened in this industry and more importantly within this company. We have haters shouting from the rooftops about how bad the WGWF is and yet here we are outperforming them all in every metric imaginable. We have more stars showing up with consistent promo work, or how about at any point there are about thirteen or fourteen pieces of talent that CAN run with the top strap without any problems? The WGWF isn’t for instant gratification, you have to bust your ass and SHOW the world why you are one of the best…
And that’s not you, Cholo.
The best don’t coward away from people like J Mont, they don’t take a backseat while claiming to be the World Champion. You had choices, and you failed. You’d rather keep the people that can beat you close to you so you didn’t have to worry about them and yet in the process you allowed yourself to fall right into the palm of our hands pretty easily. I understand you’re going to be a little bit bitter, I would be too… but if you think I fear you you're sadly mistaken.
Hell, I don’t fear you.
I pity you.
“You have four new voice messages. First message.”
“It’s John. I need you to call me as soon as you can. Saw what happened at First Dance and have a lot of questions…”
“Message deleted. Next message.”
JOHN CABLE- “It’s John again, is this the part where you ignore me? I just wan…”
“Message deleted. Next message.”
JOHN CABLE: It’s been two days and no cal…”
“Message deleted. Next message.”
JOHN CABLE: YOOOOO! This is…
“Message deleted. Last was your last new message.”
Click.
Everyone wants to know what’s up, and why wouldn’t they? My actions are the actions everyone is speaking about between TWO fucking Pay-Per-Views. I’ve already spoken to you, Cholo. Now allow me to address you, Robert. You seem to think you’re a pretty big goddamn deal when you show up out of the blue and make stupid looks in my direction. You can claim you were minding your own business but we both know you can’t do that if your life depended on it. So, how long are you around for this time? I ask because we all know that you’re usually here today and gone tomorrow.
I guess you learned not to shoot that smug smirk in my direction.
I hope that you pay close attention to how this unfolds on Monday Night Brawl because should you feel the tingle in your loins to show back up I’ll be right there to make you my bitch again. You and Cholo have a lot in common when it comes to being overrated… and I do enjoy exposing that to the masses. Oh, wait, it's too late because hasn’t that just happened in Thunder Pro with failing to definitively move forward in the Sex Cup? Sure you made the next round, but not because you beat the Cabal. Don’t worry old man, I’ll be sure to firmly remind you that when it comes to the WGWF it’s the house that I built.
People can claim they’re the guy.
** Looks at John Cable **
What separates me from the rest is that I can, and will, back it up. Tune in Monday Night if you need any further assurances to that bold statement.
The Promo:
The scene fades in as Tristan Slater sits, isolated from the world that runs around him in front of a brick wall dressed in a black hoodie halfway zipped over a white t-shirt with sweat trickling down his face.
TRISTAN SLATER: Questions.
Tristan states as he begins to remove the tape from his right wrist down to the knuckles.
TRISTAN SLATER: Everyone has them regarding what took place at First Dance.
A soft, malicious tone escapes the lips of Slater as he begins removing the tape on his left wrist and knuckles. Slater discards the tape tossing it to the floor before shifting his gaze toward the lens of the camera.
TRISTAN SLATER: Did I leave with the Intercontinental Championship as I should have? No. Not only did I not escape with the title I was the first person eliminated from the Chamber, but do you see me complaining? Do you see me making excuses? Do you see me running away making backhanded compliments? No. You don’t. Why? Because nobody said this was going to be easy, and sometimes things just don’t go your way. You can persevere through those tough times or you can walk away. Perseverance is what I choose to do, and knowing that it’s not a matter of if it’s a matter of when I get a shot at that very title that alluded me. Professional Wrestling is all about the grind, it’s about maximizing your minutes and making an impact.
Tristan gets out of his chair and takes several steps toward the camera.
TRISTAN SLATER: … and I think it’s safe to say I did both of those in spades. As I look ahead I know this road is going to be filled with sunshine and rainbows because I understand that I’m going to have a fiery latino looking for the sweet tastes of revenge coming off First Dance.
Tristan leans toward the lens with his cold blue eyes.
TRISTAN SLATER: You’re welcome, Cholo.
Tristan leans back to an upright position.
TRISTAN SLATER: Finally someone woke you up from that fantasy world in which good always prevails because now I’ve GIVEN you something worth fighting for. You have grown soft, and thanks to guys like Mac Bane and myself we’re going to toughen you back up. We are going to take you back to the Cholo that stood opposite of Mike Mason, who laid down everyone in his path… and you’ll thank us for giving you that edge because with it you’re not a puss.
There is a sly smirk from Tristan before he continues.
TRISTAN SLATER: I’m looking forward to Monday Night; probably more so than any other night I’ve graced the WGWF ring because, for the first time, I get to pick up the scraps that Mac Bane has left. We’ve established that we can get inside your head, we’ve established that we can manipulate you, we can control you, we can snap our fingers and have you dance to the beat of our drum. This is personal for you. Everyone can see it, but to us, this is just a game. Toying with your emotions, blinding your ego, and crushing your pride have just been collateral damage in a much bigger picture.
Tristan then states.
TRISTAN SLATER: The Saviors of the WGWF have arrived, but not just for you Mr. Santana, we’ve got other plans and you are just a mere footnote in them. We aren’t the guys that shoot off at the mouth, that make bold statements without backing them up. You are about to find out exactly what I’m all about one way or the other, and while I expect you to act on emotion and I expect you to downplay me that’s only going to make things that much sweeter when I’m standing over your body and you’re looking up at those lights… and just because Mac Bane is going to be ringside doesn’t mean he’s going to stick his nose in our business for much like I need to show you that I mean business I need to show him too. I can’t do that if he plays a role because all that does is give you another excuse to use as a crutch.
A soft exhale from Slater who begins to unzip his hoodie.
TRISTAN SLATER: You’ve already gotten enough of those. You might think you know what’s up but you don’t have a clue. This is the beginning of your end, Mr. Santana, and I’m about to show you why I am a multiple-time WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, and why it’s easy to get to the top… it’s a hell of a lot harder to stay at the top. I’ll see you soon, sweet prince.
Tristan winks at the camera before blowing it a kiss followed by running the thumb of his left hand across his throat.
Tristan’s phone rang early in the morning. We hear Tristan groan as he rolls over in bed and takes it from the nightstand. Tristan holds it up so he can see the display which reads- JOHN CABLE. Tristan answer the call on speaker.
TRISTAN SLATER: Do you have any idea what time it is?
John’s voice is heard.
“Well if you called me back I wouldn’t have to call so early and break your precious beauty sleep.”
TRISTAN SLATER: I’m sorry dude, it’s been a long few days.
“Are you sure about that? Because I kinda think you’re avoiding me after what happened at First Dance. You and Mac, eh?”
TRISTAN SLATER: So it seems.
“I’m not going to tell you how I feel about it, you already know. I just want to make sure that we aren’t going to have any problems.”
TRISTAN SLATER: Why would we? We’ve discussed this. I’m going to stay out of your way and you’re going to stay out of mine. What I elected to do doesn’t change that. I’m not going to get into specifics with you, but as long as you uphold our agreement so will I. If at any point you and Mac cross paths I’m not in the equation. My name is Paul and that’s between y’all.”
“Cool. I’m just trying to keep everything on the up and up between us because I can’t guarantee that I won’t make another run at that belt. I have a pretty solid track record when it comes to putting Bane down.”
Tristan rolls his eyes.
TRISTAN SLATER: Of course you do, and hey, how did that Smash Title match work out?
“Fuck off.”
John hangs up on Tristan leaving Slater to laugh under his breath as he tosses his phone back on the nightstand and the scene fades to black.
WGWF Exclusive: Post First Dance
The WGWF Universe is still in shock over what’s just transpired as Mac Bane comes back through gorilla with the WGWF World Title followed by Tristan Slater. The two men weave through the gorilla position dodging various scowls on the faces of several producers and production staff as you can hear the deafening boos continue to ring out from the crowd gathered in El Paso, Texas for Monday Night Brawl’s First Dance Pay-Per-View Event that dominated the airways. Mac Bane is gassed following his war with Cholo as we see Tristan leading him to an awaiting car that has the engine running. Slater opens the back passenger side door and Mac quickly darts inside but before Slater can enter Denise Essex approaches.
DENISE ESSEX- “Tristan Slater, what the hell just happened out there?!?! You just screwed Cholo out of the World Title!”
TRISTAN SLATER: But did I do that? Or did I help rewrite history the way it should have gone at the Cannabis Cup? People are going to say what they want, they’re going to have opinions and thoughts as to why I did what I did, and if it’s answers you want it’s answers you’re going to get… on the next Monday Night Brawl.
Tristan dips into the back of the car and slams the door shut. The car peels out of the loading dock with the tail lights going out of view and fading into the darkness.
I suppose I have a lot to answer for coming off First Dance, wouldn’t you say? Not leaving with the IC Title hurt my pride and dealt a crushing blow to my ego… until I saw Robert Main sitting with a shit-eating grin on his face like he means jack shit to our industry anymore. Shoving him wasn’t enough for me. It didn’t pack enough of a punch but screwing Cholo out of something he didn’t earn has left the WGWF with repercussions that are still being felt to this day. Mac and I go back to the days of Thunder Pro Wrestling, and he’s a man who has always shown me loyalty and he’s always had my back without having some clause to that verbal contract of friendship. Considering I’ve got a lot to talk about in a confined space, let’s start with the most important piece of business.
Cholo.
Why did I do what I did?
Because I don’t like posers proclaiming to be the World Champion who doesn’t deserve it. That belt is meant to be carried by a man, not a bitch. You did nothing to step up for the WGWF against the tyranny that was TFO, nah, you sided with J Mont and in the process, you allowed him to outshine you while carrying the World Title, and that my boy is just unacceptable. You failed yourself, you failed the WGWF, and more importantly, you failed those snot-nosed kids. You did that, Cholo. Nobody else. You made your choice, so I made mine when it mattered the most.
I wish I could say I feel bad about it.
I wish I could say that I regret it, or take it back but the truth is I’m proud of it. How fitting that it took place in El Paso in front of all of your friends and family to witness their hero having everything he worked for stripped from him with such ease but in the process give the WGWF a Champion that they can be proud of, a Champion that can reign with an Iron Fist, and a champion that doesn’t need to have his nose up J Mont’s ass so that he can feel “safe”. Your actions have consequences and those consequences have repercussions which came by my hands. For the first time, the mighty Cholo has fallen and it happen to be on the same night he turned over the Intercontinental Championship only to lose the strap he never should have won. Go ahead and cry about it. Get all those tears out of the way because the more you whine and make excuses for being outsmarted the less I’ll have to hear about it when it happens again on Monday Night Brawl when the WGWF returns to CCPE Arena.
Every time we go home something big always seems to happen.
It’s almost like a foregone conclusion at this point, and I can’t think of a bigger headline than Cholo getting defeated… again. Now I know most of you might be scoffing at the mere thought of little ole me hanging a loss on his shoulders but stranger things have happened in this industry and more importantly within this company. We have haters shouting from the rooftops about how bad the WGWF is and yet here we are outperforming them all in every metric imaginable. We have more stars showing up with consistent promo work, or how about at any point there are about thirteen or fourteen pieces of talent that CAN run with the top strap without any problems? The WGWF isn’t for instant gratification, you have to bust your ass and SHOW the world why you are one of the best…
And that’s not you, Cholo.
The best don’t coward away from people like J Mont, they don’t take a backseat while claiming to be the World Champion. You had choices, and you failed. You’d rather keep the people that can beat you close to you so you didn’t have to worry about them and yet in the process you allowed yourself to fall right into the palm of our hands pretty easily. I understand you’re going to be a little bit bitter, I would be too… but if you think I fear you you're sadly mistaken.
Hell, I don’t fear you.
I pity you.
“You have four new voice messages. First message.”
“It’s John. I need you to call me as soon as you can. Saw what happened at First Dance and have a lot of questions…”
“Message deleted. Next message.”
JOHN CABLE- “It’s John again, is this the part where you ignore me? I just wan…”
“Message deleted. Next message.”
JOHN CABLE: It’s been two days and no cal…”
“Message deleted. Next message.”
JOHN CABLE: YOOOOO! This is…
“Message deleted. Last was your last new message.”
Click.
Everyone wants to know what’s up, and why wouldn’t they? My actions are the actions everyone is speaking about between TWO fucking Pay-Per-Views. I’ve already spoken to you, Cholo. Now allow me to address you, Robert. You seem to think you’re a pretty big goddamn deal when you show up out of the blue and make stupid looks in my direction. You can claim you were minding your own business but we both know you can’t do that if your life depended on it. So, how long are you around for this time? I ask because we all know that you’re usually here today and gone tomorrow.
I guess you learned not to shoot that smug smirk in my direction.
I hope that you pay close attention to how this unfolds on Monday Night Brawl because should you feel the tingle in your loins to show back up I’ll be right there to make you my bitch again. You and Cholo have a lot in common when it comes to being overrated… and I do enjoy exposing that to the masses. Oh, wait, it's too late because hasn’t that just happened in Thunder Pro with failing to definitively move forward in the Sex Cup? Sure you made the next round, but not because you beat the Cabal. Don’t worry old man, I’ll be sure to firmly remind you that when it comes to the WGWF it’s the house that I built.
People can claim they’re the guy.
** Looks at John Cable **
What separates me from the rest is that I can, and will, back it up. Tune in Monday Night if you need any further assurances to that bold statement.
The Promo:
The scene fades in as Tristan Slater sits, isolated from the world that runs around him in front of a brick wall dressed in a black hoodie halfway zipped over a white t-shirt with sweat trickling down his face.
TRISTAN SLATER: Questions.
Tristan states as he begins to remove the tape from his right wrist down to the knuckles.
TRISTAN SLATER: Everyone has them regarding what took place at First Dance.
A soft, malicious tone escapes the lips of Slater as he begins removing the tape on his left wrist and knuckles. Slater discards the tape tossing it to the floor before shifting his gaze toward the lens of the camera.
TRISTAN SLATER: Did I leave with the Intercontinental Championship as I should have? No. Not only did I not escape with the title I was the first person eliminated from the Chamber, but do you see me complaining? Do you see me making excuses? Do you see me running away making backhanded compliments? No. You don’t. Why? Because nobody said this was going to be easy, and sometimes things just don’t go your way. You can persevere through those tough times or you can walk away. Perseverance is what I choose to do, and knowing that it’s not a matter of if it’s a matter of when I get a shot at that very title that alluded me. Professional Wrestling is all about the grind, it’s about maximizing your minutes and making an impact.
Tristan gets out of his chair and takes several steps toward the camera.
TRISTAN SLATER: … and I think it’s safe to say I did both of those in spades. As I look ahead I know this road is going to be filled with sunshine and rainbows because I understand that I’m going to have a fiery latino looking for the sweet tastes of revenge coming off First Dance.
Tristan leans toward the lens with his cold blue eyes.
TRISTAN SLATER: You’re welcome, Cholo.
Tristan leans back to an upright position.
TRISTAN SLATER: Finally someone woke you up from that fantasy world in which good always prevails because now I’ve GIVEN you something worth fighting for. You have grown soft, and thanks to guys like Mac Bane and myself we’re going to toughen you back up. We are going to take you back to the Cholo that stood opposite of Mike Mason, who laid down everyone in his path… and you’ll thank us for giving you that edge because with it you’re not a puss.
There is a sly smirk from Tristan before he continues.
TRISTAN SLATER: I’m looking forward to Monday Night; probably more so than any other night I’ve graced the WGWF ring because, for the first time, I get to pick up the scraps that Mac Bane has left. We’ve established that we can get inside your head, we’ve established that we can manipulate you, we can control you, we can snap our fingers and have you dance to the beat of our drum. This is personal for you. Everyone can see it, but to us, this is just a game. Toying with your emotions, blinding your ego, and crushing your pride have just been collateral damage in a much bigger picture.
Tristan then states.
TRISTAN SLATER: The Saviors of the WGWF have arrived, but not just for you Mr. Santana, we’ve got other plans and you are just a mere footnote in them. We aren’t the guys that shoot off at the mouth, that make bold statements without backing them up. You are about to find out exactly what I’m all about one way or the other, and while I expect you to act on emotion and I expect you to downplay me that’s only going to make things that much sweeter when I’m standing over your body and you’re looking up at those lights… and just because Mac Bane is going to be ringside doesn’t mean he’s going to stick his nose in our business for much like I need to show you that I mean business I need to show him too. I can’t do that if he plays a role because all that does is give you another excuse to use as a crutch.
A soft exhale from Slater who begins to unzip his hoodie.
TRISTAN SLATER: You’ve already gotten enough of those. You might think you know what’s up but you don’t have a clue. This is the beginning of your end, Mr. Santana, and I’m about to show you why I am a multiple-time WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, and why it’s easy to get to the top… it’s a hell of a lot harder to stay at the top. I’ll see you soon, sweet prince.
Tristan winks at the camera before blowing it a kiss followed by running the thumb of his left hand across his throat.
Tristan’s phone rang early in the morning. We hear Tristan groan as he rolls over in bed and takes it from the nightstand. Tristan holds it up so he can see the display which reads- JOHN CABLE. Tristan answer the call on speaker.
TRISTAN SLATER: Do you have any idea what time it is?
John’s voice is heard.
“Well if you called me back I wouldn’t have to call so early and break your precious beauty sleep.”
TRISTAN SLATER: I’m sorry dude, it’s been a long few days.
“Are you sure about that? Because I kinda think you’re avoiding me after what happened at First Dance. You and Mac, eh?”
TRISTAN SLATER: So it seems.
“I’m not going to tell you how I feel about it, you already know. I just want to make sure that we aren’t going to have any problems.”
TRISTAN SLATER: Why would we? We’ve discussed this. I’m going to stay out of your way and you’re going to stay out of mine. What I elected to do doesn’t change that. I’m not going to get into specifics with you, but as long as you uphold our agreement so will I. If at any point you and Mac cross paths I’m not in the equation. My name is Paul and that’s between y’all.”
“Cool. I’m just trying to keep everything on the up and up between us because I can’t guarantee that I won’t make another run at that belt. I have a pretty solid track record when it comes to putting Bane down.”
Tristan rolls his eyes.
TRISTAN SLATER: Of course you do, and hey, how did that Smash Title match work out?
“Fuck off.”
John hangs up on Tristan leaving Slater to laugh under his breath as he tosses his phone back on the nightstand and the scene fades to black.