Post by Sang Réal on Apr 27, 2013 14:34:32 GMT -4
For nearly two years, the most popular webseries on the American Championship Wrestling website was “Roll Call”. The show was hosted by Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, Sang Réal, the newest members of the Action Packed Wrestling roster.
The set is reminiscent of Masterpiece Theater, with those high backed leather chairs, and a fireplace and mantle with bookshelves in the background. Above the mantle is a portrait of a four leaf clover with a crown in the center with the DNA double helix behind it.
Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, Sang Réal, are seated in the chairs. The two men are wearing navy blue three piece suits and black shoes. Krown is wearing a purple tie while Murphy is wearing a dark green suit and his gold framed round sunglasses. Krown is sitting with his left leg over his right, while Murphy has his legs crossed.
Murphy: “Allow us to introduce ourselves. I am Connor Murphy and this is my tag team partner, Gabriel Krown. Together, we are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “It is pronounced “sang” and “ree-all”. There is an accent mark over the “e” which gives it a long “e” sound. If it didn’t have that accent mark on the “e” then it’d be Sang Real. That doesn’t mean anything. Sang Real would just be nonsense words, or the name of a crappy boy band.”
Murphy: “The term Sang Réal translates to “royal blood” in Old French.”
Krown: “And indeed, we are royalty as far as wrestling is concerned.”
Murphy: “We have heard people in the locker room going on and on, wondering about the name and what royalty has to do with being Irish.”
Krown: “Clearly, these people have failed to put two and two together as we have mentioned that we are second generation wrestlers and consider ourselves wrestling royalty. I don’t really understand how they didn’t make the connection, but I assume they are stupid.”
Murphy: “We are Murphy gestures to himself and Krown Sang Réal, “royal blood” because we are second generation wrestlers. Our fathers were in this business in the late 70s and into the 80s, making their names into legends. The names Murphy and Krown are up there in wrestling history. They are wrestling royalty. We are their sons, their blood. Thus we are “royal blood”, Sang Réal.”
Krown: “It has nothing to do with being Irish or anything like that. It is about the fact that the both of us are legacies in this business. We are second generation wrestlers.”
Murphy gestures to himself.
Murphy: “I am Connor Murphy. I am the son of Sheamus Murphy. My father was one of the toughest brawlers to ever step foot in the ring. He tore his way across Europe and the States. My older brother is Mark Murphy, the self-proclaimed “Great One”, “the Majestic One” and he became a world champion before he derailed his career and faded into obscurity.”
Krown: “He discovered alcohol, drugs, and Asian girls of questionable legality because sometimes it is just hard to tell if they are 18 or not because they are so tiny.”
Murphy nods and then gestures to the next chair at his tag team partner Gabriel Krown.
Murphy: “This is Gabriel Krown.”
Krown waves and then lowers hand.
Krown: “How are you all doing?”
Murphy: “He is the son of Mark Krown, a former World champion and a man who at one point in time was the number one ranked wrestler in the world. He was one of the greatest technical wrestlers in the game during his time. His brother Noah became a world champion before he vanished from wrestling.”
Krown: “He sort of went completely insane. I mean there were warning signs, like his random acts of violence and one time he did lock the Checkmate onto a guy working at Blockbuster because the then reigning world champion was on a DVD cover and Noah snapped. It was just little things like that, which caused us to have to lock him in a nuthouse before he just started killing people and wearing small animals as hats.”
Krown shakes his head.
Murphy: “Suffice to say, that they were not exactly the great successors to the family legacies that everyone thought they would be.”
Krown: “The terms “huge disappointment” and “one hit wonders” come to mind when people think about Mark Murphy and Noah Krown.”
Murphy: “Our fathers were world champions. Our brothers were world champions. We decided that rather repeat what our families had already done, we would try something else. So we decided to become the greatest tag team in wrestling today.”
Krown points to himself and Murphy repeatedly.
Krown: “And we are an actual tag team. We are not just two singles wrestlers who randomly seemed to come together because we were not doing anything and just figured we should be a tag team as we had nothing going on. No, we are a legitimate tag team.”
Krown stops pointing.
Murphy: “And we are that nice little mix of a team. We’re not two high flying, quick wrestlers, nor are we two powerhouses. We are a brawler and a technical wrestler. It is a nice mix that gives us some options.”
Krown: “Which is something you want in a tag team, as opposed to say, a midget and a giant both of who can barely wrestle.”
Murphy: “Now we find ourselves in a new age for tag teams in Action Packed Wrestling. There are teams like the Dying Breed, M&M, Trust or Envikado taking over the division from the old teams that are no longer around, like Noble-Hart for example. Well right now Sang Réal wants a piece of that action.”
Krown: “Well actually we want the APW Tag Team Championships currently held by the Dying Breed, but one thing at a time.”
Murphy: “Wrestling is in our very blood. We were raised in this business. As soon as we learned how to crawl, we learned how to suplex. We learned to walk and run and we were shooting ropes. We spent our summer vacations on the road with our fathers, traveling up and down the country from show to show. Our classroom was the locker room of whatever arena, high school gym or state fair our fathers were wrestling in.”
Krown: “Not literally, of course, as we had an actual education. But you get the general idea of what we mean. We were born into wrestling. We were not going to take some 9 to 5 job or anything like that. No. Our place is in the ring, between the ropes and on the canvas. We were born to be wrestlers.”
Murphy: “It is in our blood, just like it is in the blood of Warren Peace.”
Krown: “Even if he doesn’t want to admit it, he is just like us, a second generation wrestler.”
Murphy: “Deny it all you want Warren, but deep down inside, you know the truth. This business is in your blood.”
Gabriel Krown lowers his leg, sitting straight.
Krown: “Now sure he never did anything for you or your mother, but to be fair, considering your mother looks like white trash with no teeth and will probably die of lung cancer before you hit forty, you aren’t exactly one to judge considering you could maybe drop a few bucks her way to help out. But that is neither here nor there, although you are a terrible son. I mean the worst.”
Murphy: “The difference is Warren Peace, we have embraced our heritage. Now our dads traveled for weeks on the road. They missed birthdays, graduations, anniversaries, and all sort of family events and functions, but they provided for their families. The irony is that, while you resent and maybe even hate your father, you went into the same exact line of work as he did. You became a wrestler.”
Krown: “We became wrestlers because of our fathers, but at least we have a level of pride for what we do. We consider ourselves royalty. I mean look at this set up. You, on the other hand, are like some sort of country knight back in the Middle Ages in that you’re second generation so just a little bit better than some peasant.”
The younger brother of former ECWC World Champion Noah Krown holds up his left hand and makes the “this much” or “little bit” gesture with his thumb and index fingers a few inches apart.
Murphy: “You are a former North American Champion and that is kind of impressive.”
Krown nods in agreement.
Krown: “It’d be more impressive if that reign wasn’t just as a two week place holder transition champion, or if you had done anything at all after losing the title, but that’d be asking too much of your limited ability.”
Murphy: “The other thing people have been going on about is how could we just pick on Yanzel Holmes? How could we sit there and make fun if this up and comer with such a heart warming story that you just can’t help cheer for? How could we do this to him?”
The two second generation wrestlers laugh.
Krown: “Actually it was pretty easy.”
Murphy: “Oh it was really easy.”
Krown: “The guy just had so much to work with. I mean we had a lot more, but we didn’t want anything that sounded racist and then we’d be listening to people complain about that.”
Murphy: “And we just didn’t want to hear about that. No, Yanzel was just an easy target.”
Krown: “That and we happened to be staying in the same hotel as Robina Hood, and as a hotel is a public place and thus a vampire does not need to be invited in as with a private residence, she could come and go as she pleased and neither of us really felt the need to wake up in the middle of the night and find she’s peeling our skin off or dangling us upside down and draining our blood, or you know, anything like that which she does to relax on a weekend.”
Murphy nods in agreement that time.
Murphy: “If Yanzel can’t handle what we are saying, then maybe he should just quit like with most everything else he’s done.”
Krown throws his arms up in the air and drops them as he shakes his head a little in a frustrated gesture. He leans his head over and places his head in his hand, with his elbow resting on the armrest of his chair.
Krown: “Man lives his whole life in Los Angeles, and it’s got gangs, Yakuza, Triad, probably the mob, pimps, hoes, dealers, thieves, rapists, murderers, domestic violence, and the occasional riot, you know, crime you’d expect in a major city. But he gets shot and quits when he realizes maybe being a cop in LA isn’t the safest job in the world. Then he goes into boxing, but he doesn’t instantly get into a prize fight in the MGM Grand or on HBO. So he decides to go into wrestling, where somehow, wrestling in a high school gym, in front of a hundred people for fifty bucks is a better idea than trying for boxing, which has bigger pay outs for smaller fights. Now we’re just waiting for him to quit again.”
The son of Sheamus Murphy and younger brother of Mark Murphy chuckles a bit. Krown straightens up in his chair.
Murphy: “And we are pretty sure that it will not be a long wait. The old saying is “when the going gets tough, the tough get going”. In the case of Yanzel Holmes, it’s “when the going gets tough, quit and hopefully find something easier”.”
Krown: “And then he’s got to go tell Meemaw and Pop-pop and his children that he failed again. Luckily, his Meemaw and Pop-pop are senile and forgetful and his children already see him as a failure and probably lack any respect for him at this point.”
Murphy slaps his forehead.
Murphy: “Oh geez, we’re probably going to hear people going on about that comment and how unfair it is that we’re picking on Yanzel Holmes.”
The voice of Gabriel Krown rings with false sympathy for Yanzel Holmes.
Krown: “Oh boo-hoo.”
Murphy: “Unlike Yanzel Holmes, we’re not in this for the money, because we think it’s a way to make a quick buck or get rich.”
Krown: “Although the money is nice. We are making a lot of it.”
Murphy leans forward in his chair and takes his sunglasses off. He points forward with them in his hand.
Murphy: “Yanzel Holmes, you have no respect for wrestling. You didn’t get into wrestling because you were a fan or because you had a passion for this. This is all about them one and that is ha huge insult to us and everyone who came here for the right reason. And it pisses us off that the locker room and fans are going on about how offended they are that we made fun of your worthless money grubbing ass.”
Krown’s voice takes on the tone of false sympathy again.
Krown: “But no, poor Yanzel Holmes, getting picked on. Boo-hoo, boo-hoo. Never mind he only here cause he trying to make money and has no passion, desire and love of the business beyond it being a paycheck cause he has failed at everything he’s ever tried to do, but despite that he is to be pitied because he had it rough.”
Murphy: “At least they teamed you two up, because you’re both kind of pathetic. Yanzel is a quitter and Warren Peace is a terrible son.”
Krown looks towards Murphy and nods in agreement. Murphy places his gold framed round sunglasses on again.
Krown: “The absolute worst. His mom is toothless white trash and he does nothing to help her, yet no one says anything about it. But we mock Yanzel, and suddenly we’re the devil.”
Murphy: “Well it doesn’t matter if you are a gold digger or a terrible son. What matters is that you two are not a tag team. We are. Look at us. We are young thoroughbreds born into this business.”
Krown gestures to the three piece navy blue suit that he is wearing.
Krown: “For God sakes Warren, this suit costs more than your mom’s house. Then again, so does a roll of toilet paper because she lives in squalor and squalor is cheap.”
Murphy: “More importantly, we Murphy gestures to himself and Krown again are a tag team. We are an actual and established tag team. We know how the other thinks. We know how the other wrestles. We know each other’s strengths and weaknesses. That is something you two do not have. It is something that will bring us the victory at Monday Night Meltdown.”
Krown: “The resurgence of tag team wrestling in Action Packed Wrestling is here and Sang Réal is ready to be at the forefront of that resurgence, just as soon as we beat a guy who’ll probably tap out the second I start working his leg and his partner, the guy who’ll find out his mom’s finally just died in the pile of filth she calls a home when he goes for his annual visit next year.”
Murphy: “Gentlemen, we are Sang Réal and we were born better than you Yanzel Holmes and clearly had better fathers than you Warren Peace, because they bred us to be successful. They raised us to be the greatest tag team in wrestling and we are going to rise to the top of the tag team division here in Action Packed Wrestling. We have every intention of becoming the APW Tag Team Champions and we don’t care if we beat Dying Breed or whoever the APW Tag Team Champions are. We are going to become the APW Tag Team Champions sooner or later.”
Krown: “Those belts are our birthrights because we were born into this business and we accept that this is what we were born to do and embraced it, unlike you Warren who did it out of spite.”
Murphy: “We’re the young guns and we are ready to take Action Packed Wrestling by storm. It starts at Meltdown with us beating the two of you Warren Peace and Yanzel Holmes.”
Krown: “We’ll see you two there, unless Yanzel quits before then because his voice takes that false sympathetic tone again wrestling is too hard.”
Murphy: “Either way, we will be at Monday Night Meltdown and we are going to win, because we were born for this.”
Murphy and Krown fist bump as the scene fades out and the screen goes to black.
The set is reminiscent of Masterpiece Theater, with those high backed leather chairs, and a fireplace and mantle with bookshelves in the background. Above the mantle is a portrait of a four leaf clover with a crown in the center with the DNA double helix behind it.
Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, Sang Réal, are seated in the chairs. The two men are wearing navy blue three piece suits and black shoes. Krown is wearing a purple tie while Murphy is wearing a dark green suit and his gold framed round sunglasses. Krown is sitting with his left leg over his right, while Murphy has his legs crossed.
Murphy: “Allow us to introduce ourselves. I am Connor Murphy and this is my tag team partner, Gabriel Krown. Together, we are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “It is pronounced “sang” and “ree-all”. There is an accent mark over the “e” which gives it a long “e” sound. If it didn’t have that accent mark on the “e” then it’d be Sang Real. That doesn’t mean anything. Sang Real would just be nonsense words, or the name of a crappy boy band.”
Murphy: “The term Sang Réal translates to “royal blood” in Old French.”
Krown: “And indeed, we are royalty as far as wrestling is concerned.”
Murphy: “We have heard people in the locker room going on and on, wondering about the name and what royalty has to do with being Irish.”
Krown: “Clearly, these people have failed to put two and two together as we have mentioned that we are second generation wrestlers and consider ourselves wrestling royalty. I don’t really understand how they didn’t make the connection, but I assume they are stupid.”
Murphy: “We are Murphy gestures to himself and Krown Sang Réal, “royal blood” because we are second generation wrestlers. Our fathers were in this business in the late 70s and into the 80s, making their names into legends. The names Murphy and Krown are up there in wrestling history. They are wrestling royalty. We are their sons, their blood. Thus we are “royal blood”, Sang Réal.”
Krown: “It has nothing to do with being Irish or anything like that. It is about the fact that the both of us are legacies in this business. We are second generation wrestlers.”
Murphy gestures to himself.
Murphy: “I am Connor Murphy. I am the son of Sheamus Murphy. My father was one of the toughest brawlers to ever step foot in the ring. He tore his way across Europe and the States. My older brother is Mark Murphy, the self-proclaimed “Great One”, “the Majestic One” and he became a world champion before he derailed his career and faded into obscurity.”
Krown: “He discovered alcohol, drugs, and Asian girls of questionable legality because sometimes it is just hard to tell if they are 18 or not because they are so tiny.”
Murphy nods and then gestures to the next chair at his tag team partner Gabriel Krown.
Murphy: “This is Gabriel Krown.”
Krown waves and then lowers hand.
Krown: “How are you all doing?”
Murphy: “He is the son of Mark Krown, a former World champion and a man who at one point in time was the number one ranked wrestler in the world. He was one of the greatest technical wrestlers in the game during his time. His brother Noah became a world champion before he vanished from wrestling.”
Krown: “He sort of went completely insane. I mean there were warning signs, like his random acts of violence and one time he did lock the Checkmate onto a guy working at Blockbuster because the then reigning world champion was on a DVD cover and Noah snapped. It was just little things like that, which caused us to have to lock him in a nuthouse before he just started killing people and wearing small animals as hats.”
Krown shakes his head.
Murphy: “Suffice to say, that they were not exactly the great successors to the family legacies that everyone thought they would be.”
Krown: “The terms “huge disappointment” and “one hit wonders” come to mind when people think about Mark Murphy and Noah Krown.”
Murphy: “Our fathers were world champions. Our brothers were world champions. We decided that rather repeat what our families had already done, we would try something else. So we decided to become the greatest tag team in wrestling today.”
Krown points to himself and Murphy repeatedly.
Krown: “And we are an actual tag team. We are not just two singles wrestlers who randomly seemed to come together because we were not doing anything and just figured we should be a tag team as we had nothing going on. No, we are a legitimate tag team.”
Krown stops pointing.
Murphy: “And we are that nice little mix of a team. We’re not two high flying, quick wrestlers, nor are we two powerhouses. We are a brawler and a technical wrestler. It is a nice mix that gives us some options.”
Krown: “Which is something you want in a tag team, as opposed to say, a midget and a giant both of who can barely wrestle.”
Murphy: “Now we find ourselves in a new age for tag teams in Action Packed Wrestling. There are teams like the Dying Breed, M&M, Trust or Envikado taking over the division from the old teams that are no longer around, like Noble-Hart for example. Well right now Sang Réal wants a piece of that action.”
Krown: “Well actually we want the APW Tag Team Championships currently held by the Dying Breed, but one thing at a time.”
Murphy: “Wrestling is in our very blood. We were raised in this business. As soon as we learned how to crawl, we learned how to suplex. We learned to walk and run and we were shooting ropes. We spent our summer vacations on the road with our fathers, traveling up and down the country from show to show. Our classroom was the locker room of whatever arena, high school gym or state fair our fathers were wrestling in.”
Krown: “Not literally, of course, as we had an actual education. But you get the general idea of what we mean. We were born into wrestling. We were not going to take some 9 to 5 job or anything like that. No. Our place is in the ring, between the ropes and on the canvas. We were born to be wrestlers.”
Murphy: “It is in our blood, just like it is in the blood of Warren Peace.”
Krown: “Even if he doesn’t want to admit it, he is just like us, a second generation wrestler.”
Murphy: “Deny it all you want Warren, but deep down inside, you know the truth. This business is in your blood.”
Gabriel Krown lowers his leg, sitting straight.
Krown: “Now sure he never did anything for you or your mother, but to be fair, considering your mother looks like white trash with no teeth and will probably die of lung cancer before you hit forty, you aren’t exactly one to judge considering you could maybe drop a few bucks her way to help out. But that is neither here nor there, although you are a terrible son. I mean the worst.”
Murphy: “The difference is Warren Peace, we have embraced our heritage. Now our dads traveled for weeks on the road. They missed birthdays, graduations, anniversaries, and all sort of family events and functions, but they provided for their families. The irony is that, while you resent and maybe even hate your father, you went into the same exact line of work as he did. You became a wrestler.”
Krown: “We became wrestlers because of our fathers, but at least we have a level of pride for what we do. We consider ourselves royalty. I mean look at this set up. You, on the other hand, are like some sort of country knight back in the Middle Ages in that you’re second generation so just a little bit better than some peasant.”
The younger brother of former ECWC World Champion Noah Krown holds up his left hand and makes the “this much” or “little bit” gesture with his thumb and index fingers a few inches apart.
Murphy: “You are a former North American Champion and that is kind of impressive.”
Krown nods in agreement.
Krown: “It’d be more impressive if that reign wasn’t just as a two week place holder transition champion, or if you had done anything at all after losing the title, but that’d be asking too much of your limited ability.”
Murphy: “The other thing people have been going on about is how could we just pick on Yanzel Holmes? How could we sit there and make fun if this up and comer with such a heart warming story that you just can’t help cheer for? How could we do this to him?”
The two second generation wrestlers laugh.
Krown: “Actually it was pretty easy.”
Murphy: “Oh it was really easy.”
Krown: “The guy just had so much to work with. I mean we had a lot more, but we didn’t want anything that sounded racist and then we’d be listening to people complain about that.”
Murphy: “And we just didn’t want to hear about that. No, Yanzel was just an easy target.”
Krown: “That and we happened to be staying in the same hotel as Robina Hood, and as a hotel is a public place and thus a vampire does not need to be invited in as with a private residence, she could come and go as she pleased and neither of us really felt the need to wake up in the middle of the night and find she’s peeling our skin off or dangling us upside down and draining our blood, or you know, anything like that which she does to relax on a weekend.”
Murphy nods in agreement that time.
Murphy: “If Yanzel can’t handle what we are saying, then maybe he should just quit like with most everything else he’s done.”
Krown throws his arms up in the air and drops them as he shakes his head a little in a frustrated gesture. He leans his head over and places his head in his hand, with his elbow resting on the armrest of his chair.
Krown: “Man lives his whole life in Los Angeles, and it’s got gangs, Yakuza, Triad, probably the mob, pimps, hoes, dealers, thieves, rapists, murderers, domestic violence, and the occasional riot, you know, crime you’d expect in a major city. But he gets shot and quits when he realizes maybe being a cop in LA isn’t the safest job in the world. Then he goes into boxing, but he doesn’t instantly get into a prize fight in the MGM Grand or on HBO. So he decides to go into wrestling, where somehow, wrestling in a high school gym, in front of a hundred people for fifty bucks is a better idea than trying for boxing, which has bigger pay outs for smaller fights. Now we’re just waiting for him to quit again.”
The son of Sheamus Murphy and younger brother of Mark Murphy chuckles a bit. Krown straightens up in his chair.
Murphy: “And we are pretty sure that it will not be a long wait. The old saying is “when the going gets tough, the tough get going”. In the case of Yanzel Holmes, it’s “when the going gets tough, quit and hopefully find something easier”.”
Krown: “And then he’s got to go tell Meemaw and Pop-pop and his children that he failed again. Luckily, his Meemaw and Pop-pop are senile and forgetful and his children already see him as a failure and probably lack any respect for him at this point.”
Murphy slaps his forehead.
Murphy: “Oh geez, we’re probably going to hear people going on about that comment and how unfair it is that we’re picking on Yanzel Holmes.”
The voice of Gabriel Krown rings with false sympathy for Yanzel Holmes.
Krown: “Oh boo-hoo.”
Murphy: “Unlike Yanzel Holmes, we’re not in this for the money, because we think it’s a way to make a quick buck or get rich.”
Krown: “Although the money is nice. We are making a lot of it.”
Murphy leans forward in his chair and takes his sunglasses off. He points forward with them in his hand.
Murphy: “Yanzel Holmes, you have no respect for wrestling. You didn’t get into wrestling because you were a fan or because you had a passion for this. This is all about them one and that is ha huge insult to us and everyone who came here for the right reason. And it pisses us off that the locker room and fans are going on about how offended they are that we made fun of your worthless money grubbing ass.”
Krown’s voice takes on the tone of false sympathy again.
Krown: “But no, poor Yanzel Holmes, getting picked on. Boo-hoo, boo-hoo. Never mind he only here cause he trying to make money and has no passion, desire and love of the business beyond it being a paycheck cause he has failed at everything he’s ever tried to do, but despite that he is to be pitied because he had it rough.”
Murphy: “At least they teamed you two up, because you’re both kind of pathetic. Yanzel is a quitter and Warren Peace is a terrible son.”
Krown looks towards Murphy and nods in agreement. Murphy places his gold framed round sunglasses on again.
Krown: “The absolute worst. His mom is toothless white trash and he does nothing to help her, yet no one says anything about it. But we mock Yanzel, and suddenly we’re the devil.”
Murphy: “Well it doesn’t matter if you are a gold digger or a terrible son. What matters is that you two are not a tag team. We are. Look at us. We are young thoroughbreds born into this business.”
Krown gestures to the three piece navy blue suit that he is wearing.
Krown: “For God sakes Warren, this suit costs more than your mom’s house. Then again, so does a roll of toilet paper because she lives in squalor and squalor is cheap.”
Murphy: “More importantly, we Murphy gestures to himself and Krown again are a tag team. We are an actual and established tag team. We know how the other thinks. We know how the other wrestles. We know each other’s strengths and weaknesses. That is something you two do not have. It is something that will bring us the victory at Monday Night Meltdown.”
Krown: “The resurgence of tag team wrestling in Action Packed Wrestling is here and Sang Réal is ready to be at the forefront of that resurgence, just as soon as we beat a guy who’ll probably tap out the second I start working his leg and his partner, the guy who’ll find out his mom’s finally just died in the pile of filth she calls a home when he goes for his annual visit next year.”
Murphy: “Gentlemen, we are Sang Réal and we were born better than you Yanzel Holmes and clearly had better fathers than you Warren Peace, because they bred us to be successful. They raised us to be the greatest tag team in wrestling and we are going to rise to the top of the tag team division here in Action Packed Wrestling. We have every intention of becoming the APW Tag Team Champions and we don’t care if we beat Dying Breed or whoever the APW Tag Team Champions are. We are going to become the APW Tag Team Champions sooner or later.”
Krown: “Those belts are our birthrights because we were born into this business and we accept that this is what we were born to do and embraced it, unlike you Warren who did it out of spite.”
Murphy: “We’re the young guns and we are ready to take Action Packed Wrestling by storm. It starts at Meltdown with us beating the two of you Warren Peace and Yanzel Holmes.”
Krown: “We’ll see you two there, unless Yanzel quits before then because his voice takes that false sympathetic tone again wrestling is too hard.”
Murphy: “Either way, we will be at Monday Night Meltdown and we are going to win, because we were born for this.”
Murphy and Krown fist bump as the scene fades out and the screen goes to black.
