Post by Sang Réal on Oct 26, 2013 17:03:55 GMT -4
As part of the build up to Action Packed Wrestling’s latest pay-per-view, One Night in Hell, at the Tokyodome and Ryōgoku Kokugikan in Tokyo, Japan, Action Packed Wrestling has set up various events, such as press conferences, autograph sessions, meet and greets and various other media events to get the word out.
Outside the Ryōgoku Kokugikan, a press conference is taking place to help promote the show on pay-per-view and the matches from the second arena. There are many members of the media, be it radio, Internet and television present and assembled in front of the stage. It is a simple stage with a podium with the APW logo on it and a large One Night in Hell logo backdrop that opens like curtains. Former APW Monday Night Meltdown backstage interviewer Hannah Storm stands at the podium serving as the MC for this event. So far, several people have already spoken.
Hannah: “Ladies and gentlemen, presenting our next guests, two of the men that will compete right here at the Ryōgoku Kokugikan in a table match. They are Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, Sang Réal.”
Cameras flash as the two second generation wrestlers walk out from behind the backdrop. The two men are dressed in black suits and ties. Murphy has his signature golden round framed sunglasses on. Krown adjusts his tie as the two wrestlers approach the podium.
Murphy: “What is it about APW One Night in Hell and throwing a bunch of people into some sort of gimmick match to fill out a card? Last year the match in question was some sort of Japanese Deathmatch Battle Royal, which we were, thankfully, not in.”
Krown nods in agreement.
Krown: “I am questionably sane and even I didn’t understand that one.”
Murphy raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t comment.
Murphy: “Okay…anyway, this year it seems APW wants to lump a bunch of people into a table match and try to make that work.”
Krown: Yeah, how exactly will this thing work? Is it first person to put someone through a table wins? Or it is like a battle royal thing and it’s an elimination thing? I don’t quite follow here.”
Murphy: “The bigger issues I have with being in this match is not that we were lumped into it with people who just didn’t get on the show, but that we do not even rate the Tokyodome. No, we are getting thrown in the second arena, Ryōgoku Kokugikan.”
Krown looks behind him and gestures to the arena as if pointing out something terrible or unslightly.
Krown: “That sounds some character out of one of those ultra-violent porno cartoon Japan is famous for. You know, something classy that either depicts half naked schoolgirls getting violated by something with tentacles or schoolgirls in crazy fights, or, well just something with schoolgirls, or some sort of crazy fight themed show or something about a magic notebook, or ninjas. But that is neither here nor there. It is really more a matter of us being thrown in a second arena like we are not good enough for the first one.”
Murphy: “Just what is supposed to happen here? The APW expects a bunch of people to sit in some other arena with one or two matches happening and the rest of the pay-per-view on monitors? That sounds like it totally justifies the ticket price. Not that we care about all those peasants spending money, because we like their money, but we are insulted.”
Krown: “It is bad enough that we did not get placed in the Tag Team Championship match after we beat the reigning champions, Dying Breed, and half of the number one contenders, New Gen Rising, but to get thrown into this cluster of a match, and then dumped into the “B” arena? How many times are we to be insulted?”
Murphy: “First we get thrown into a number one contender’s match against a pair of thugs like the Unforgiven. Then we are given the wrong train information and no translator from the office and Kash replaces us with a pair of midgets, insulting us, our families and our legacies. And then he insults us further by ignoring our challenge to meet in the ring. Now we must endure this latest insult? Our father’s wrestled in the Tokyodome, and now we do not even have the satisfaction of wrestling in one of the greatest arenas in the world?”
Krown: “That is a crime against wrestling, but then again, so is Kash being the General Manager of Sunday Night Asylum. Say what you will about Stephan Raab, but at least he knew how to treat his talent.”
Murphy: “It is bad enough I have to come to Japan and listen to my parents tell me I should visit my brother, like he is so great. When did I become the Amber Tamblyn to his Sarah Michelle Gellar from The Grudge 2?”
Krown: “You would think all her years as The Slayer would have helped her there or Tamblyn’s God hook up would have saved the day, but oh well.”
Murphy: “We deserve better than this.”
Again, Krown nods in agreement to his partner’s words.
Krown: “We do. We really do.”
Murphy: “We are fine with Kash ducking us as his best days are not only behind him, but never really existed to begin with. But to be thrown into the second arena, like we are not even good enough to wrestle in the Tokyodome? That is the biggest insult.”
Looking a little upset, Krown slaps the back of his left hand against his right palm.
Krown: “How many insults and slights are we to take by this stoner who could no longer cut it in the ring? This is a grievous outrage that shall not go unpunished or unresolved! We demand restitution! We demand satisfaction! Unlike Mic Jagger we plan to get satisfaction! We will not stand for getting no satisfaction! We will be satisfied!”
Murphy: “But apparently, the only way we are going to get our justice is to go to that ring and put everyone else through a table. And how is that even wrestling?”
Krown: “I know, right? A table match requires no finesse, no real art. It is just people trying to put someone else through a table. This is not a match, this is a fight. At least though, we are not degrading a championship in some sort of Bra & Panties Match. That’s at least a perk of this so-called match.”
Murphy: “All we need to do is beat Evan McDonald, Fev, Atlas Adams, Nathaniel Havok, Scott Wilson, and Peter Shelly. We can do that.”
Krown: “I’ve beaten Evan McDonald. He is hardly a sensation. I am pretty sure Fev was a guy on That 70’s Show back in the day, so we are not too worried about facing him.”
The brawling member of Sang Réal raises an eyebrow and glances at his partner.
Murphy: “That doesn’t sound right.”
Krown brushes it off and keeps going.
Krown: “Okay. Wait, isn’t Fev a type of hat or something? No wait, that’s a fez, not fev, whatever that means. Yeah, we are still not worried.”
Murphy: “So that is two down.”
Krown: “Then there is Atlas Adams, who I am pretty sure is brand new. Honestly, I have never seen him wrestle and didn’t even know he worked here. Not all that concerned about him. And the same goes for Peter Shelly. I have no idea who that is and do not care. Then finally is Scott Wilson, and I really doubt we have to worry all that much about a 70 year old actor from The Walking Dead. How tough could he be? I mean it’s not like we’re facing Andrew Lincoln or Steven Yun or Nolan Reeds. They would be tough, but not the guy playing Hershel. We can beat him easily.”
Murphy: “Wrong Scott Wilson.”
The technical wrestling half of Sang Réal snaps his fingers.
Krown: “Damn. Why are people never who I think they are or want them to be?”
Murphy shakes his head, trying to ignore Krown.
Murphy: “Moving on, and saving the best for last, Nathaniel Havok. Seriously, you were doing better when you were wearing a mask and preventing to be Sven Jorgenson or whatever Tulsa Rygankov or whoever you spent those months pretending to be.”
Krown shakes his head, looking a little disappointed.
Krown: “Really, have you done anything since? We’re still kind of new, we have something of an excuse, but you don’t. We thought’d be running this place when you were drafted to Sunday Night Asylum, and yet, you are no where near the Undisputed Championship. You were not even included in the match, and that is just sort of sad as they went out of there way to find a guy to fill the last spot. Really, what happened to you Havok? I think you need this win more than anyone else here does, but unfortunately, you are not going to get it. We are.”
Murphy: “All we need to do is go to that ring, work together and put you people through tables. This is not exactly rocket science. It is just a fight and we can fight.”
Krown: “Put some people through a table? That is something we are going to make sure we do. We are going out to that ring and we are putting everyone else through whatever tables are there at happen to be in the ring or laying around at ringside.”
Murphy: “We have one advantage over everyone else and that is the fact that we are one of the best tag teams here in Action Packed Wrestling. See, all we need to do is stick together, take out everyone else in the match and then it is just Murphy versus Krown.”
Krown: “And then, when that happens, I am going to win this match.”
For a moment, it looks like Murphy is about to say something when he turns to Krown and looks at him.
Murphy: “What? You are going to win?”
Krown turns to look up at Murphy, being a few inches shorter than him.
Krown: “Yeah, that is what I said. I am going to beat you in a tables match.”
Murphy takes off his sunglasses and folds them up, pointing them at his tag team partner.
Murphy: “Based on what?”
Krown: “That I am a better wrestler than you.”
Murphy: “That is where you are wrong. Between the two of us, I am the only one that has a singles title.”
Krown chuckles a bit, amused by his partner’s words. He shakes his head.
Krown: “That was years ago, and it was a throw away gimmick championship that no one cared about. It was not even a midcard title. That belt was just the ACW’s attempt to get in on that whole brief month and a half resurgence in popularity that mixed martial arts had a few years ago when people started trying to prove it was a legitimate sport and gave it reality shows. The only person who even held it and gave it a bit of credit was Hyena, and he was like the last guy to hold it.”
Murphy: “Well it is still one more singles title than you have held.”
Krown: “I would have won it if you gave me a title shot, but you ducked me.”
Murphy: “I did not duck you.”
Krown: “Did to.”
Murphy: “Did not.”
Krown: “Did.”
Murphy: “Did not.”
Krown: “Did.”
Murphy: “Did not.”
Krown: “Did.”
Murphy: “Did not.”
Krown: “Did.”
Murphy: “Did not.”
Krown: “Did.”
Murphy: “Did not.”
Krown: “Did.”
Murphy: “Did not.”
Krown: “Did.”
Murphy: “Did not.”
Krown: “Did.”
Murphy: “Did not.”
Krown: “Did.”
Murphy: “It doesn’t matter. I can still beat you. My brother could beat your brother and my dad could damn sure beat your dad.”
Krown throws his head back as he barks out a laugh.
Krown: “Please! The Krown family is great technical wrestlers. Your family is just brawlers.”
Murphy: “That gives me an edge at One Night in Hell. This is fight, not a match. Your technical ability is not going to mean a damn thing going into this match. This is all me.”
Krown: “That may be, but if I take out your legs, you can’t really use that brawling offense now can you?”
Connor Murphy moves closer to Krown, glaring down at him.
Murphy: “Maybe you and I should settle this here and now?”
Gabriel Krown steps closer Murphy, glaring up at him.
Krown: “Maybe we should.”
The cameras flash as the two members of Sang Réal stare each other down. Several members of APW security and officials gather just in case this face-to-face turns into a fight. Murphy and Krown take their eyes off each other long enough to notice this. Murphy raises his hands in a calming gesture.
Murphy: “Wait a minute! What the hell are we doing?”
Krown looks a little confused.
Krown: “I think I was about to kick your ass.”
Murphy: “This isn’t right. Can’t you see what is happening? This match is tearing us apart.”
Running his hands through his hair, Krown looks shocked.
Krown: “Oh my God! What is happening to us? It’s this match. This terrible, terrible match filled with people we shouldn’t be in the ring with because they are nothing. We are a tag team and here we are bickering like a duck and rabbit with a bald man holding a gun to us.”
Murphy gestures to himself and then gestures to Krown.
Murphy: “We are a team.”
Krown: “Yeah, a team, right.”
The two turn back to the gathered members of the media assembled before the stage and podium.
Murphy: “This is why WE are going to be the ones to win this match. Not just you or just me, but US. We go out there and we are going to win this match as a team.”
Krown: “Not only are we the best, yet most underrated, tag team in Action Packed Wrestling, but we are genetically gifted. We have wrestling in our blood and it does not matter where this match is, we are going to win it.”
Murphy: “Evan McDonald, Fev, Atlas Adams, Nathaniel Havok, Scott Wilson, and Peter Shelly, we don’t really care who you are. Most of you have barely done anything since you got here and one of you, Havok, has yet to back up any claims you made about how great you are. This table match at One Night in Hell is our match, our moment and our time and that is Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “We are a tag team and that is how we are going to wrestle this, as a team, and that is how we are going to win. And that is Checkmate.”
Murphy: “And we are Sang Réal.”
The cameras once again flash as Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown walk back from the podium and disappear behind the One Night in Hell logo backdrop that serves as a curtain for the stage. The scene fades out as Hannah Storm goes back to the podium.
Outside the Ryōgoku Kokugikan, a press conference is taking place to help promote the show on pay-per-view and the matches from the second arena. There are many members of the media, be it radio, Internet and television present and assembled in front of the stage. It is a simple stage with a podium with the APW logo on it and a large One Night in Hell logo backdrop that opens like curtains. Former APW Monday Night Meltdown backstage interviewer Hannah Storm stands at the podium serving as the MC for this event. So far, several people have already spoken.
Hannah: “Ladies and gentlemen, presenting our next guests, two of the men that will compete right here at the Ryōgoku Kokugikan in a table match. They are Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, Sang Réal.”
Cameras flash as the two second generation wrestlers walk out from behind the backdrop. The two men are dressed in black suits and ties. Murphy has his signature golden round framed sunglasses on. Krown adjusts his tie as the two wrestlers approach the podium.
Murphy: “What is it about APW One Night in Hell and throwing a bunch of people into some sort of gimmick match to fill out a card? Last year the match in question was some sort of Japanese Deathmatch Battle Royal, which we were, thankfully, not in.”
Krown nods in agreement.
Krown: “I am questionably sane and even I didn’t understand that one.”
Murphy raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t comment.
Murphy: “Okay…anyway, this year it seems APW wants to lump a bunch of people into a table match and try to make that work.”
Krown: Yeah, how exactly will this thing work? Is it first person to put someone through a table wins? Or it is like a battle royal thing and it’s an elimination thing? I don’t quite follow here.”
Murphy: “The bigger issues I have with being in this match is not that we were lumped into it with people who just didn’t get on the show, but that we do not even rate the Tokyodome. No, we are getting thrown in the second arena, Ryōgoku Kokugikan.”
Krown looks behind him and gestures to the arena as if pointing out something terrible or unslightly.
Krown: “That sounds some character out of one of those ultra-violent porno cartoon Japan is famous for. You know, something classy that either depicts half naked schoolgirls getting violated by something with tentacles or schoolgirls in crazy fights, or, well just something with schoolgirls, or some sort of crazy fight themed show or something about a magic notebook, or ninjas. But that is neither here nor there. It is really more a matter of us being thrown in a second arena like we are not good enough for the first one.”
Murphy: “Just what is supposed to happen here? The APW expects a bunch of people to sit in some other arena with one or two matches happening and the rest of the pay-per-view on monitors? That sounds like it totally justifies the ticket price. Not that we care about all those peasants spending money, because we like their money, but we are insulted.”
Krown: “It is bad enough that we did not get placed in the Tag Team Championship match after we beat the reigning champions, Dying Breed, and half of the number one contenders, New Gen Rising, but to get thrown into this cluster of a match, and then dumped into the “B” arena? How many times are we to be insulted?”
Murphy: “First we get thrown into a number one contender’s match against a pair of thugs like the Unforgiven. Then we are given the wrong train information and no translator from the office and Kash replaces us with a pair of midgets, insulting us, our families and our legacies. And then he insults us further by ignoring our challenge to meet in the ring. Now we must endure this latest insult? Our father’s wrestled in the Tokyodome, and now we do not even have the satisfaction of wrestling in one of the greatest arenas in the world?”
Krown: “That is a crime against wrestling, but then again, so is Kash being the General Manager of Sunday Night Asylum. Say what you will about Stephan Raab, but at least he knew how to treat his talent.”
Murphy: “It is bad enough I have to come to Japan and listen to my parents tell me I should visit my brother, like he is so great. When did I become the Amber Tamblyn to his Sarah Michelle Gellar from The Grudge 2?”
Krown: “You would think all her years as The Slayer would have helped her there or Tamblyn’s God hook up would have saved the day, but oh well.”
Murphy: “We deserve better than this.”
Again, Krown nods in agreement to his partner’s words.
Krown: “We do. We really do.”
Murphy: “We are fine with Kash ducking us as his best days are not only behind him, but never really existed to begin with. But to be thrown into the second arena, like we are not even good enough to wrestle in the Tokyodome? That is the biggest insult.”
Looking a little upset, Krown slaps the back of his left hand against his right palm.
Krown: “How many insults and slights are we to take by this stoner who could no longer cut it in the ring? This is a grievous outrage that shall not go unpunished or unresolved! We demand restitution! We demand satisfaction! Unlike Mic Jagger we plan to get satisfaction! We will not stand for getting no satisfaction! We will be satisfied!”
Murphy: “But apparently, the only way we are going to get our justice is to go to that ring and put everyone else through a table. And how is that even wrestling?”
Krown: “I know, right? A table match requires no finesse, no real art. It is just people trying to put someone else through a table. This is not a match, this is a fight. At least though, we are not degrading a championship in some sort of Bra & Panties Match. That’s at least a perk of this so-called match.”
Murphy: “All we need to do is beat Evan McDonald, Fev, Atlas Adams, Nathaniel Havok, Scott Wilson, and Peter Shelly. We can do that.”
Krown: “I’ve beaten Evan McDonald. He is hardly a sensation. I am pretty sure Fev was a guy on That 70’s Show back in the day, so we are not too worried about facing him.”
The brawling member of Sang Réal raises an eyebrow and glances at his partner.
Murphy: “That doesn’t sound right.”
Krown brushes it off and keeps going.
Krown: “Okay. Wait, isn’t Fev a type of hat or something? No wait, that’s a fez, not fev, whatever that means. Yeah, we are still not worried.”
Murphy: “So that is two down.”
Krown: “Then there is Atlas Adams, who I am pretty sure is brand new. Honestly, I have never seen him wrestle and didn’t even know he worked here. Not all that concerned about him. And the same goes for Peter Shelly. I have no idea who that is and do not care. Then finally is Scott Wilson, and I really doubt we have to worry all that much about a 70 year old actor from The Walking Dead. How tough could he be? I mean it’s not like we’re facing Andrew Lincoln or Steven Yun or Nolan Reeds. They would be tough, but not the guy playing Hershel. We can beat him easily.”
Murphy: “Wrong Scott Wilson.”
The technical wrestling half of Sang Réal snaps his fingers.
Krown: “Damn. Why are people never who I think they are or want them to be?”
Murphy shakes his head, trying to ignore Krown.
Murphy: “Moving on, and saving the best for last, Nathaniel Havok. Seriously, you were doing better when you were wearing a mask and preventing to be Sven Jorgenson or whatever Tulsa Rygankov or whoever you spent those months pretending to be.”
Krown shakes his head, looking a little disappointed.
Krown: “Really, have you done anything since? We’re still kind of new, we have something of an excuse, but you don’t. We thought’d be running this place when you were drafted to Sunday Night Asylum, and yet, you are no where near the Undisputed Championship. You were not even included in the match, and that is just sort of sad as they went out of there way to find a guy to fill the last spot. Really, what happened to you Havok? I think you need this win more than anyone else here does, but unfortunately, you are not going to get it. We are.”
Murphy: “All we need to do is go to that ring, work together and put you people through tables. This is not exactly rocket science. It is just a fight and we can fight.”
Krown: “Put some people through a table? That is something we are going to make sure we do. We are going out to that ring and we are putting everyone else through whatever tables are there at happen to be in the ring or laying around at ringside.”
Murphy: “We have one advantage over everyone else and that is the fact that we are one of the best tag teams here in Action Packed Wrestling. See, all we need to do is stick together, take out everyone else in the match and then it is just Murphy versus Krown.”
Krown: “And then, when that happens, I am going to win this match.”
For a moment, it looks like Murphy is about to say something when he turns to Krown and looks at him.
Murphy: “What? You are going to win?”
Krown turns to look up at Murphy, being a few inches shorter than him.
Krown: “Yeah, that is what I said. I am going to beat you in a tables match.”
Murphy takes off his sunglasses and folds them up, pointing them at his tag team partner.
Murphy: “Based on what?”
Krown: “That I am a better wrestler than you.”
Murphy: “That is where you are wrong. Between the two of us, I am the only one that has a singles title.”
Krown chuckles a bit, amused by his partner’s words. He shakes his head.
Krown: “That was years ago, and it was a throw away gimmick championship that no one cared about. It was not even a midcard title. That belt was just the ACW’s attempt to get in on that whole brief month and a half resurgence in popularity that mixed martial arts had a few years ago when people started trying to prove it was a legitimate sport and gave it reality shows. The only person who even held it and gave it a bit of credit was Hyena, and he was like the last guy to hold it.”
Murphy: “Well it is still one more singles title than you have held.”
Krown: “I would have won it if you gave me a title shot, but you ducked me.”
Murphy: “I did not duck you.”
Krown: “Did to.”
Murphy: “Did not.”
Krown: “Did.”
Murphy: “Did not.”
Krown: “Did.”
Murphy: “Did not.”
Krown: “Did.”
Murphy: “Did not.”
Krown: “Did.”
Murphy: “Did not.”
Krown: “Did.”
Murphy: “Did not.”
Krown: “Did.”
Murphy: “Did not.”
Krown: “Did.”
Murphy: “Did not.”
Krown: “Did.”
Murphy: “Did not.”
Krown: “Did.”
Murphy: “It doesn’t matter. I can still beat you. My brother could beat your brother and my dad could damn sure beat your dad.”
Krown throws his head back as he barks out a laugh.
Krown: “Please! The Krown family is great technical wrestlers. Your family is just brawlers.”
Murphy: “That gives me an edge at One Night in Hell. This is fight, not a match. Your technical ability is not going to mean a damn thing going into this match. This is all me.”
Krown: “That may be, but if I take out your legs, you can’t really use that brawling offense now can you?”
Connor Murphy moves closer to Krown, glaring down at him.
Murphy: “Maybe you and I should settle this here and now?”
Gabriel Krown steps closer Murphy, glaring up at him.
Krown: “Maybe we should.”
The cameras flash as the two members of Sang Réal stare each other down. Several members of APW security and officials gather just in case this face-to-face turns into a fight. Murphy and Krown take their eyes off each other long enough to notice this. Murphy raises his hands in a calming gesture.
Murphy: “Wait a minute! What the hell are we doing?”
Krown looks a little confused.
Krown: “I think I was about to kick your ass.”
Murphy: “This isn’t right. Can’t you see what is happening? This match is tearing us apart.”
Running his hands through his hair, Krown looks shocked.
Krown: “Oh my God! What is happening to us? It’s this match. This terrible, terrible match filled with people we shouldn’t be in the ring with because they are nothing. We are a tag team and here we are bickering like a duck and rabbit with a bald man holding a gun to us.”
Murphy gestures to himself and then gestures to Krown.
Murphy: “We are a team.”
Krown: “Yeah, a team, right.”
The two turn back to the gathered members of the media assembled before the stage and podium.
Murphy: “This is why WE are going to be the ones to win this match. Not just you or just me, but US. We go out there and we are going to win this match as a team.”
Krown: “Not only are we the best, yet most underrated, tag team in Action Packed Wrestling, but we are genetically gifted. We have wrestling in our blood and it does not matter where this match is, we are going to win it.”
Murphy: “Evan McDonald, Fev, Atlas Adams, Nathaniel Havok, Scott Wilson, and Peter Shelly, we don’t really care who you are. Most of you have barely done anything since you got here and one of you, Havok, has yet to back up any claims you made about how great you are. This table match at One Night in Hell is our match, our moment and our time and that is Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “We are a tag team and that is how we are going to wrestle this, as a team, and that is how we are going to win. And that is Checkmate.”
Murphy: “And we are Sang Réal.”
The cameras once again flash as Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown walk back from the podium and disappear behind the One Night in Hell logo backdrop that serves as a curtain for the stage. The scene fades out as Hannah Storm goes back to the podium.
