View source for 2014.06.11: PWN - LEGACY - You'll Reign Nothing

<center>Jun 11 2014<br>
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'''“You know... I was sitting on a stool at a bar in downtown Los Angeles, checking out the opening game for the Dodgers with my cousin [Cryse]; when Uncle [King] put his hand on my shoulder and dropped the bombshell on us that he was sticking his neck out — again — and had been bitten by the bug of wanting to kick-start his own wrestling promotion.”'''

A sombre sigh escapes via the lips of Eli “Prince” Treborn; as he blinks his eyes whilst reminiscing on the profound moment when his uncle reveal his future endeavors to him and his cousin.

'''“You can imagine my surprise, as I figured he was finished with all that... But low and behind, within about a week or two, I got the call to come down here to Carson and check out what you're all witnessing right now — LEGACY Wrestling.”'''

A quick little nonchalant nod of his head follows that set of remarks, and as unimpressed as he may come across to the naked eye; make no mistake about it, when it came to matters of The Family... Eli was and always will be on board with it — no matter what and no questions asked.

'''“Without so much as a passing glance at the company and what it was going to be all about, I signed on the dotted line; I crossed the T's and I dotted the I's before the ink on anybody else's contract was even dry.”'''

An egotistical wink of an eye can be seen coming from the young gun, in an obviously blatant attempt to antagonize whoever those previous comments were directed toward.

'''“At the start, this place seemed to have some momentum behind it... LEGACY Wrestling had potential, there was an air of promise around here; you know? Washington, Stevenson, Othneil... All worthy names of a contract here. All big signings in their own right. All me as the cherry on top of that delicious talent pie and you've got yourself one hell of a hearty meal there.”'''

A rub of the lip with a fingertip of the only physical follow up Prince could muster up for that small section of openly vocal and opinionated speech; actually taking some time out to debate just what exactly he was going to say next, and how he was going to go about this possible volatile situation he'd been booked in.

'''“But then... Out of nowhere, Uncle must have had a severe bout of Alzheimer or something. Maybe he got confused and mistook LEGACY for Force 1 Wrestling, because why he went ahead and signed the Mallory Costas of tag-teams in The Lozios is beyond me.”'''

A simply shrug of the broad shoulder blades comes close to sitting Prince's temper off into high gear, but somehow he manages to control himself at least for the time being.

'''“For literally is decades, I've had to watch The Lozios do what they do best; no, not wrestle... complain. All Miles and Dante are even good for is whining and crying about how their family never gets the type of exposure that the Treborn Legacy gets around here in The Golden State.”'''

Balling up both his fiery fists, Prince rubbed them up against his eyes to mock his opponents and simulate crying.

'''“Boo hoo, Lozios! Maybe if you had half the talent that the Treborn Legacy has, then maybe you'd get half the recognition that we get. Maybe if your names didn't sound like you just jumped out of the pages of a Jane Austen novel, then maybe — just maybe — this business might take you two more seriously.”'''

Extending both his arms out either side of his fit body, Prince displays a cocky grin that would make even the most disciplined of men rage and long to take his head clean off his shoulders.

'''“The fact of the matter is this, Lozios... No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try to change people's opinion of you; no matter how much to achieve or how many titles to rack up between the pair of you — you'll forever play second fiddle to the Treborn Legacy. That's for the simple fact that you're just not as good as we are. Max and Lorenzo ain't as good as Cryse is, and you two ain't as good as Ripper and myself.”'''

Running the tip of his damp tongue over his bottom lip, Prince's supremacist attitude was freely flowing throughout his entire promo; one that would surely incise his opponents in the exact way that he wanted it to.

'''“You can piss and moan aobut it as much as you like, but Treborn's have been kicking the ass of Lozios for generations... This week won't be any different. Because Ripper and I are going to carry on the Family Tradition of Treborn's kicking the ass of Lozios, when we kick your asses all over the Carson Community Center.”'''

Prince's unbridled confidence radiated off of him, so much so that anybody else surrounding him right now would be able to bask in the glow of his egomania.

'''“Don't come sobbing to us after your loss, Lozios... Because all you'll get is a stern 'I told you so' out of Ripper and I. We didn't come here to be second best to anybody, especially not two player hating sons of bitches like you two goofballs.”'''

Prince copped that Infamous smirk yet again, and even took to some slight snickers.

'''“We came here for one reason, and one reason only; and that's to capture the LEGACY Wrestling tag-team championships... I mean, who better to hold a title in a promotion known as LEGACY than The Legacy itself? The Treborn Legacy, that is... a legacy that I'm the 'Heir Apparent' to; and one that I'm not about to just sit idely by and allow you two chumps to piss all over by defeating us in our debut match.”'''

Prince nods, solidifying his points.

'''“Get ready to lose, get ready to complain; and get ready to fall in line. That's all you're good for, and this week? Ripper and I are going to prove that not only to LEGACY Wrestling, but to the entire world; once again.”'''</center>