Post by Rawr on Aug 10, 2024 7:35:09 GMT
The stream goes live two days before Back in Business Night 1. A conference room inside Madison Square Garden serves as our host for this evening's proceedings. Inside the room are rows of chairs, filled with the gargantuan asses of members of the media. Not just the wrestling media (of which notable wrestling journalist Shake Meltzer is featured front and centre), but members of actual news publications, mostly affiliates of the pay-per-view conglomerations hosting Back in Business.
In front of them is a long table. Behind that table sits five chairs. In front of those chairs sits a microphone each, and behind them is a large FWA banner, decorated with sponsorship branding and logos.
There’s a quiet hum in the room as the journalists talk amongst themselves, it continues even as Jon Russnow steps into the room from stage left of the table. He takes a seat in the middle of the table and apparently will act as the MC for the evening.
Jon Russnow: “Ladies and gentlemen, representatives of the media, and those of you watching at home. Welcome.”
The microphone blares with slight feedback that silences those present and causes mass cringe and ear damage. Russnow can’t help but smile at the reactions of the journalists.
Jon Russnow: “In a few moments we will be hearing from the wrestlers competing in the main event of night 1 of Back in Business. Both teams have agreed to a temporary ceasefire in the spirit of promoting their match and Back in Business. Before we bring them out however, there is a change in tonight’s format. The main event competitors of night 2 have elected not to attend tonight’s press conference, in their place we will be replaying the main event of last year’s night 1 of Back in Business.”
There’s a murmur from the crowd, a few journalists raise their hands. Jon Russnow shouts from above his microphone at them to quiet down and be civil.
Jon Russnow: “So without further adieu, let me present the challengers.”
Russnow holds an arm up toward stage left where FTN have just walked through the door and are approaching the table. Chris’ face is low, his shoulders are slunk and he appears to be in bad spirits. Alyster’s body language mirrors his partner, though his face is obscured by his mask. They are both wearing black armbands.
Jon Russnow: “Alyster Black and Chris Peacock.”
Jon begins clapping which urges the journalists to join in. FTN don’t appear to appreciate it and are quick to take their seats.
Jon Russnow: “And the defending champions.”
Russnow holds his other arm out toward stage right where Danny Toner and Randy Ramon enter the scene. They both have their FWA World Tag Team Championship belts draped over their shoulders. Randy is sporting his signature headband and a pair of sunglasses, whilst Danny is dressed down, wearing a hoodie with the hood pulled over his head, sunglasses, and with his hands in his pockets. He and Randy take their seats, and a pair of attendants rush to display their title belts on a pair of stands in front of them. Danny makes a show of refusing to hand his title to the attendant, but eventually hands it over after being urged to by Randy. Danny then settles back, putting his feet up on the table and yawning loudly.
Jon Russnow: “Spectacular. Well boys, as discussed earlier, please keep from throwing hands tonight, save that for Back in Business, but please, feel free to verbally tear each other apart. The floor is yours.”
Russnow sits down between the two teams with a grin on his face so large that it defies physics. Both teams aren’t eager to begin, all eyeing each other from across the long table. It’s Randy Ramon that breaks the initial silence.
Randy Ramon: “I’ve said all that I need to say. But since we have both of your attention I will reiterate a few points.”
He raises his right hand, then extends his index finger. But as he does so Danny Toner reaches inside his hoodie and pulls out a bottle of Jameson.
Randy Ramon: “One, we’re going to maul you boys.”
Randy then raises his ring finger. Danny smacks the top of the bottle, spinning the cap off and sending it flying across the room.
Randy Ramon: “Two, we’re gonna kill you in front of the largest audience possible.”
He then drops both index and ring fingers, and raises his middle finger, pointing it directly at his opponents, all while Danny toasts a drink to his partner’s sentiments
Randy Ramon: “And three, we’re going to have fun fucking you both out of our tag division. Fuck both of you.”
Chris Peacock is fuming, he’s not looking at Ramon, he’s looking past him at the antics of Danny Toner. Alyster Black however is eying off Randy and raises a middle finger back. He leans over to his microphone to offer a retort.
Alyster Black: “Yeah, well I’d just like to say that you’re a piece of shit, and I hate you.”
Randy screams back at Alyster off-mic, telling him that the feeling is mutual.
Alyster Black: “You know what, Randy, this is a long time coming. I laid it out earlier but I want to say it some more time so that it’s fresh in everyone’s mind. You are a coward. You see, you and I, we should have had this dance two years ago. You and I should have settled our shit fighting over the X Championship. I mean, you still are the number one contender aren’t you? But no, we didn’t have our blow off, instead you went and committed mutual suicide along with my best friend. You could have tried to take the X Championship from me, but you took the coward’s way out instead. Or was it that you’re simply not gold hungry enough?”
Danny bursts out laughing and toasts to Alyster’s words. There’s an uncomfortable murmur amongst the media in attendance. Danny screams back at Alyster off microphone, “Yeah, let him have it ya mutt!”
Randy turns to his tag team partner and shakes his head. Danny raises a hand to protest his innocence. Randy then turns back to his microphone.
Randy Ramon: “I’m not scared of you Alyster, you just were never worth my time. Krash, he is something else, he’s a real wrestler. He is someone worth fighting. You meanwhile are just a hanger on, you hung on to Krash to make an impact, and now you’re hanging onto this failure of a person to stay relevant.”
Chris Peacock: “Oh please, he’s done more in this company than you have. He’s wrestled more matches than you, won more titles than you, and main evented more shows than you. And he’s a better friend than either of you ever were. He understands loyalty.”
Danny Toner: “Oh yeah, he wasn’t loyal enough to end your World title run, was he Chrissy boy? But hey, it’s good that you beat someone for that belt Aly, cause you couldn’t fuckin’ ever take it off me.”
Alyster is visibly upset, picking up a water bottle from the table and tossing it at Toner who ducks it. Danny laughs casually as he downs another gulp of the Irish whiskey.
Randy Ramon: “You’re sensitive tonight. Save it for Back in Business.”
Alyster Black: “Oh, fuck you.”
Randy Ramon: “I don’t understand why you’re getting so upset, this is just how things are done, isn’t it?”
That one stung, it was a line Alyster used to torment Randy during the Gang Star/Golden Rock feud. The masked man was not happy to have his own words thrown back in his face is about ready to throw hands, he stands up out of his chair but security steps in from stage left and right, ready to step in should he do anything. Chris reaches up and calms his partner down.
Randy Ramon: “Yeah, sit down. This whole thing was a waste of time. The face is that we’re ready to fight you boys, and you’re itching to get your hands on us. There is nothing more that needs to be said.”
Danny Toner: “That’s right. And I just want to say, I hope that we give the fans everything they want. Including an undisputed winner, we wouldn't want this to end in a Drew, I mean draw!”
This time it’s Chris Peacock who flies out of his chair, ready to leap across the table at Danny. But Alyster grabs him around the waist, and aided by Jon Russnow who gets up out of his chair and plays blocker, manages to hold him back. Chris sits back down, slamming his fist on the table while Alyster takes to the microphone.
Alyster Black: “Fuck you Danny, that was low, even for a scumbag like you. So fuck it, I can sink to your level. Game 7.”
This one manages to provoke the ire of Randy Ramon, who begins mouthing off away from the microphone. Danny is nonplussed, he picks up the bottle and toasts to FTN once more.
Alyster Black: “Yeah yeah, stay mad bro. Hey Danny, do you remember the last two times we were in New York together? I sure as fuck do. Remember the Black Caramel/Toner Bros match? Nah, how about the Warehouse? That goes out to both of you. And the people might not know what I’m talking about but you know what I’m referring to and that’s all that matters. Speaking of which, Danny, did you know that I’m undefeated in your stupid fucking Warehouse?”
Danny rolls his eyes. He claps his hands on his cheeks, feigning shock at this revelation.
Danny Toner: “Who gives a flying fuck, ya ugly piece of shit. So what if you got lucky in the Warehouse, you couldn’t lace my boots where it counts. And that’s when the world title is on the line. But shit, if it gives you confidence why don’t we do this under Warehouse rules? We’re all beyond a stand match at this point anyway.”
All three men involved in the match are almost immediately in agreement.
Jon Russnow: “Warehouse rules? That’s fine, we’ll make that official right now. The main event of Back in Business night one will be FTN challenging Danny Toner and Randy Ramon for the FWA World Tag Team Championship under Warehouse rules.”
There’s a quiet hum for a moment that’s broken by Peacock.
Chris Peacock: “We’re going to take those belts from you, you know that right? And it’s going to be the most satisfying achievement of either of our careers.”
Randy and Danny chortle.
Randy Ramon: “You’ll die trying. I had such high hopes for you, Chris, and you turned out to be such a disappointment. I cannot wait to kick your teeth down your throat and knock your ass out.”
Chris and Randy stare each other down whilst Alyster stands up and holds his microphone up. But is quickly interrupted by Danny Toner.
Danny Toner: “Oh shut the fuck up, no one cares about what you have to say you dumb fuck.”
Alyster shakes his head.
Alyster Black: “Nah, you need to hear this one Danny, it’s really important too.”
Alyster reaches for his mask and begins to peel it off.
Danny Toner: “What the fuck? Are you finally gonna expose that ugly mug of yours? Please don’t, think of the children.”
Alyster doesn’t take the mask off, he only peels it up over his mouth so that he can spit at Danny Toner. He catches him right in the cheek and Danny loses it. Leaping from his chair over to Alyster. Randy doesn’t bother trying to restrain him. He sits back in his chair, looking over at Chris Peacock who is staring daggers at him.
Security storms the stage, peeling Alyster and Toner away from one another. They can both be heard screaming for security to let them go and to let the other go so that they can fight. They’re both dragged away screaming at one another while Chris and Randy stand up, get face to face and stare each other down as the stream ends.
In front of them is a long table. Behind that table sits five chairs. In front of those chairs sits a microphone each, and behind them is a large FWA banner, decorated with sponsorship branding and logos.
There’s a quiet hum in the room as the journalists talk amongst themselves, it continues even as Jon Russnow steps into the room from stage left of the table. He takes a seat in the middle of the table and apparently will act as the MC for the evening.
Jon Russnow: “Ladies and gentlemen, representatives of the media, and those of you watching at home. Welcome.”
The microphone blares with slight feedback that silences those present and causes mass cringe and ear damage. Russnow can’t help but smile at the reactions of the journalists.
Jon Russnow: “In a few moments we will be hearing from the wrestlers competing in the main event of night 1 of Back in Business. Both teams have agreed to a temporary ceasefire in the spirit of promoting their match and Back in Business. Before we bring them out however, there is a change in tonight’s format. The main event competitors of night 2 have elected not to attend tonight’s press conference, in their place we will be replaying the main event of last year’s night 1 of Back in Business.”
There’s a murmur from the crowd, a few journalists raise their hands. Jon Russnow shouts from above his microphone at them to quiet down and be civil.
Jon Russnow: “So without further adieu, let me present the challengers.”
Russnow holds an arm up toward stage left where FTN have just walked through the door and are approaching the table. Chris’ face is low, his shoulders are slunk and he appears to be in bad spirits. Alyster’s body language mirrors his partner, though his face is obscured by his mask. They are both wearing black armbands.
Jon Russnow: “Alyster Black and Chris Peacock.”
Jon begins clapping which urges the journalists to join in. FTN don’t appear to appreciate it and are quick to take their seats.
Jon Russnow: “And the defending champions.”
Russnow holds his other arm out toward stage right where Danny Toner and Randy Ramon enter the scene. They both have their FWA World Tag Team Championship belts draped over their shoulders. Randy is sporting his signature headband and a pair of sunglasses, whilst Danny is dressed down, wearing a hoodie with the hood pulled over his head, sunglasses, and with his hands in his pockets. He and Randy take their seats, and a pair of attendants rush to display their title belts on a pair of stands in front of them. Danny makes a show of refusing to hand his title to the attendant, but eventually hands it over after being urged to by Randy. Danny then settles back, putting his feet up on the table and yawning loudly.
Jon Russnow: “Spectacular. Well boys, as discussed earlier, please keep from throwing hands tonight, save that for Back in Business, but please, feel free to verbally tear each other apart. The floor is yours.”
Russnow sits down between the two teams with a grin on his face so large that it defies physics. Both teams aren’t eager to begin, all eyeing each other from across the long table. It’s Randy Ramon that breaks the initial silence.
Randy Ramon: “I’ve said all that I need to say. But since we have both of your attention I will reiterate a few points.”
He raises his right hand, then extends his index finger. But as he does so Danny Toner reaches inside his hoodie and pulls out a bottle of Jameson.
Randy Ramon: “One, we’re going to maul you boys.”
Randy then raises his ring finger. Danny smacks the top of the bottle, spinning the cap off and sending it flying across the room.
Randy Ramon: “Two, we’re gonna kill you in front of the largest audience possible.”
He then drops both index and ring fingers, and raises his middle finger, pointing it directly at his opponents, all while Danny toasts a drink to his partner’s sentiments
Randy Ramon: “And three, we’re going to have fun fucking you both out of our tag division. Fuck both of you.”
Chris Peacock is fuming, he’s not looking at Ramon, he’s looking past him at the antics of Danny Toner. Alyster Black however is eying off Randy and raises a middle finger back. He leans over to his microphone to offer a retort.
Alyster Black: “Yeah, well I’d just like to say that you’re a piece of shit, and I hate you.”
Randy screams back at Alyster off-mic, telling him that the feeling is mutual.
Alyster Black: “You know what, Randy, this is a long time coming. I laid it out earlier but I want to say it some more time so that it’s fresh in everyone’s mind. You are a coward. You see, you and I, we should have had this dance two years ago. You and I should have settled our shit fighting over the X Championship. I mean, you still are the number one contender aren’t you? But no, we didn’t have our blow off, instead you went and committed mutual suicide along with my best friend. You could have tried to take the X Championship from me, but you took the coward’s way out instead. Or was it that you’re simply not gold hungry enough?”
Danny bursts out laughing and toasts to Alyster’s words. There’s an uncomfortable murmur amongst the media in attendance. Danny screams back at Alyster off microphone, “Yeah, let him have it ya mutt!”
Randy turns to his tag team partner and shakes his head. Danny raises a hand to protest his innocence. Randy then turns back to his microphone.
Randy Ramon: “I’m not scared of you Alyster, you just were never worth my time. Krash, he is something else, he’s a real wrestler. He is someone worth fighting. You meanwhile are just a hanger on, you hung on to Krash to make an impact, and now you’re hanging onto this failure of a person to stay relevant.”
Chris Peacock: “Oh please, he’s done more in this company than you have. He’s wrestled more matches than you, won more titles than you, and main evented more shows than you. And he’s a better friend than either of you ever were. He understands loyalty.”
Danny Toner: “Oh yeah, he wasn’t loyal enough to end your World title run, was he Chrissy boy? But hey, it’s good that you beat someone for that belt Aly, cause you couldn’t fuckin’ ever take it off me.”
Alyster is visibly upset, picking up a water bottle from the table and tossing it at Toner who ducks it. Danny laughs casually as he downs another gulp of the Irish whiskey.
Randy Ramon: “You’re sensitive tonight. Save it for Back in Business.”
Alyster Black: “Oh, fuck you.”
Randy Ramon: “I don’t understand why you’re getting so upset, this is just how things are done, isn’t it?”
That one stung, it was a line Alyster used to torment Randy during the Gang Star/Golden Rock feud. The masked man was not happy to have his own words thrown back in his face is about ready to throw hands, he stands up out of his chair but security steps in from stage left and right, ready to step in should he do anything. Chris reaches up and calms his partner down.
Randy Ramon: “Yeah, sit down. This whole thing was a waste of time. The face is that we’re ready to fight you boys, and you’re itching to get your hands on us. There is nothing more that needs to be said.”
Danny Toner: “That’s right. And I just want to say, I hope that we give the fans everything they want. Including an undisputed winner, we wouldn't want this to end in a Drew, I mean draw!”
This time it’s Chris Peacock who flies out of his chair, ready to leap across the table at Danny. But Alyster grabs him around the waist, and aided by Jon Russnow who gets up out of his chair and plays blocker, manages to hold him back. Chris sits back down, slamming his fist on the table while Alyster takes to the microphone.
Alyster Black: “Fuck you Danny, that was low, even for a scumbag like you. So fuck it, I can sink to your level. Game 7.”
This one manages to provoke the ire of Randy Ramon, who begins mouthing off away from the microphone. Danny is nonplussed, he picks up the bottle and toasts to FTN once more.
Alyster Black: “Yeah yeah, stay mad bro. Hey Danny, do you remember the last two times we were in New York together? I sure as fuck do. Remember the Black Caramel/Toner Bros match? Nah, how about the Warehouse? That goes out to both of you. And the people might not know what I’m talking about but you know what I’m referring to and that’s all that matters. Speaking of which, Danny, did you know that I’m undefeated in your stupid fucking Warehouse?”
Danny rolls his eyes. He claps his hands on his cheeks, feigning shock at this revelation.
Danny Toner: “Who gives a flying fuck, ya ugly piece of shit. So what if you got lucky in the Warehouse, you couldn’t lace my boots where it counts. And that’s when the world title is on the line. But shit, if it gives you confidence why don’t we do this under Warehouse rules? We’re all beyond a stand match at this point anyway.”
All three men involved in the match are almost immediately in agreement.
Jon Russnow: “Warehouse rules? That’s fine, we’ll make that official right now. The main event of Back in Business night one will be FTN challenging Danny Toner and Randy Ramon for the FWA World Tag Team Championship under Warehouse rules.”
There’s a quiet hum for a moment that’s broken by Peacock.
Chris Peacock: “We’re going to take those belts from you, you know that right? And it’s going to be the most satisfying achievement of either of our careers.”
Randy and Danny chortle.
Randy Ramon: “You’ll die trying. I had such high hopes for you, Chris, and you turned out to be such a disappointment. I cannot wait to kick your teeth down your throat and knock your ass out.”
Chris and Randy stare each other down whilst Alyster stands up and holds his microphone up. But is quickly interrupted by Danny Toner.
Danny Toner: “Oh shut the fuck up, no one cares about what you have to say you dumb fuck.”
Alyster shakes his head.
Alyster Black: “Nah, you need to hear this one Danny, it’s really important too.”
Alyster reaches for his mask and begins to peel it off.
Danny Toner: “What the fuck? Are you finally gonna expose that ugly mug of yours? Please don’t, think of the children.”
Alyster doesn’t take the mask off, he only peels it up over his mouth so that he can spit at Danny Toner. He catches him right in the cheek and Danny loses it. Leaping from his chair over to Alyster. Randy doesn’t bother trying to restrain him. He sits back in his chair, looking over at Chris Peacock who is staring daggers at him.
Security storms the stage, peeling Alyster and Toner away from one another. They can both be heard screaming for security to let them go and to let the other go so that they can fight. They’re both dragged away screaming at one another while Chris and Randy stand up, get face to face and stare each other down as the stream ends.