2014.07.17: PWN - LEGACY - You're FUCKED!
17th July, 2014.
You're FUCKED!
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The scene opened up in the locker rooms of the team Joey Edwards and Wayne Williams, accompanied by Richard Steen. Both Edwards and Williams are dressed in training gear, with only a few hours before the main show begins, the pair were in their element as they paced the locker room, their minds on the upcoming match whilst Richard Steen sat comfortably on the bench, with an relaxed expression on his face as he looked at his two former students, smiling in pride.
Richard Steen: "I know you two have got this, I just know it!"
Steen said, in his Southern accent as he laid backwards against the wall, dressed in a smart Grey suit and tie, clasping his hands together whilst Edwards and Williams continued to pace up and down the locker room. The camera crew then finally enter the premises, as before they were located by the door - but now, the viewers could get a closer view of the trio. Williams paused and looked at the camera, a look of enjoyment on his face as he stood there.
Wayne Williams: "Oh boy! I can't wait! I'm feelin' like a little kid around Christmas time waitin' for his present. Waitin' for Santa Clause to arrive. Wanna know what my present is ladies and gentlemen? My present is the team of Hayden Phoenix and Ian Windermear! That's right folks! Two for the price of one and if I'm gonna be honest with ya, I can't wait to get the show on the road!"
Williams chuckled as he finished his sentence, playing with his hair whilst turning his back against the camera allowing Edwards to emerge in front of him, for some time to speak to the viewers. He looked at the camera with his familiar smirk plastered on his face, whilst he clasped his hands together.
Joey Edwards: "Wayne's right you know. It does feel like Christmas has come early for us. Another week for us to prove why we are the deadliest duo in this company. Boys, I'm glad to say the wait is over - and you finally get to see what we have to say, as late as it is. But that doesn't matter, what matters is that we've shown up, haven't we? What matters is that we've stayed committed to our duties, haven't we? What matters is that at Break on Through you're going to be facing opponents tougher than W.A.S.T.E. Opponents tougher than any combination around the world. You're facing the wondrous leaders of a generation. And you should be honored.
But you're not. You're making assumptions. You think that every match that we're going to compete in is going to involve outside interference that will effect the match, well you're wrong. So, you don't want Richard Steen by our side? FINE! Steen will be watching from the commentary table or whatever. He won't be near the ring. Because you guys are so delusional and believe that Steen maybe a distraction, we won't have him by our sides supporting us. Thats all he does, SUPPORT US. But apparently, thats wrong according to you guys. But its fine, at the end of the day the winners of the match are the guys in that ring competing, and it's going to be US.
WHY you ask?"
Edwards was interrupted.
Richard Steen: "Allow me to elaborate to why you're going to win, Joey."
Joey nodded in approval to Richard continuing, taking a few steps backwards whilst Steen rose to his feet with a smug look in his face as he looked at the camera.
Richard Steen: "My clients mister Wayne Williams and Joey Edwards are going to win at Break on Through because they have what it takes to challenge for the Legacy World Heavyweight Championship. They've already won their opening matches, they've already shown their talent and enthusiasm to this profession and they are ready to venture down different avenues. Joey Edwards and Wayne Williams are going to win because simply they are better than their opponents. They have a winning mentality which won't be broken by a pair of misfits who represent the mid carders of this company. Perhaps the lower carders. To summarize, they represent mediocrity, and mediocrity simply isn't good enough. But they are still insistent that they are going to walk away as the victors. They still believe that they have what it takes to beat my clients, then go on and beat W.A.S.T.E.
Statistically we're better and in the ring we're better. Ian Windermear has got something to prove; his got to prove that he belongs because at the moment, his at the bottom of the food chain. He believes his relevant in his situation but he isn't. He is merely a welcome mat and my boys are going to be treddin' all over his ass. Windermear thinks he can take us on and question the talent that my clients possess. Windermear, I'm not sure if you've done the research but my client are thirteen time world champions if you combine their title accolades. THIRTEEN! How many world championships have you won Windermear? In fact, how many matches in your career have you won? Because to me, it just seems like you're the resident slacker.
And I know what you're going to say in response to this! DON'T YOU WORRY. It's not about you're history, it's about the present. Well Windermear, the present, is unfortunately still the same for you - and the present tells us, that you're still a loser whilst my clients are WINNERS! The biggest winners in the game ladies and gentlemen. They're the big time players who are climbing the ladder, whilst you my friend are the small fish in the small pond. What wrong? Cats got your tongue Ian."
The trio chuckle as Steen finished his sentence, quoting the title of Windermears promo shot earlier on in the week, he then reengages with his speech.
Richard Steen: "The thing is boys, you're fucked. And my clients here, can't wait to meet you in that four sided ring. And you don't have to worry about me boys, I won't be interfering like you guys already suggested. I'll merely spectate and support my team, you don't have to worry about me. You should be worrying about what my guys are going to do to you. THEN, you should be worrying about what W.A.S.T.E are going to do to you, because whether you like it or not, the two of you can't beat an army."
