Post by Sang Réal on Jul 12, 2013 8:37:33 GMT -4
There is one word to describe the interior of the private plane occupied by the second generation wrestlers, Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, who comprise the tag team of Sang Réal, and that word is luxury. There are two leather seats near a flat screen television, a table and a couch. All the upholstery is a rich leather and very comfortable.
Connor Murphy is dressed in a three piece black suit and dark green tie. He is seated in one of the chairs near the flat screen. The returning Gabriel Krown is lying down on the couch. His suit jacket is draped over one of the chairs.
Murphy turns in the chair. The son of legendary Irish brawler Sheamus Murphy is smiling.
Murphy: “Just when you thought it was safe to tag team, the best team in Action Packed Wrestling, Sang Réal, is back and ready to take on the world.”
Krown: “We are returning and yet somehow debuting at the same time.”
Murphy: “Tonight, we make our debut on Sunday Night Asylum, or as it is now called, Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania.”
From his laying position, Krown lifts his arms in a question gesture. He lets them drop down across his stomach.
Krown: “What happened? I take a few weeks off due to a concussion and suddenly, I find out Monday Night Meltdown is no longer a thing and we’re on Sunday Night Raab-Amania, a show that only airs every two weeks. How can I support my wife and children working only once every two weeks?”
Murphy: “”Okay, first of all, you are not paid by the hour or weekly. Second of all, you are not married and you have no kids.”
Krown: “Well my point still stands. I take time off and we get drafted? I didn’t think we even listed a show to be on other than Meltdown.”
Murphy: “We didn’t. But we also didn’t expect Sienna Harrison to pretty much tank the show. Guess that’s what happens when we are not there to bring in the ratings by wrestling or on commentary and she spends all show hating someone.”
The technical wrestler half of Sang Réal nods in agreement to that statement.
Krown: “Guess so. Who would have thought our not being there would have helped tank the show Sienna probably would have sunk faster than the Titanic herself?”
Murphy: “But now we are working for a general manager with class and taste, someone who will more than likely be running Action Packed Wrestling in the near future, Stephan Raab. Now, this man is clearly our type of guy. He is clearly a man of great vision.”
Krown: “He is our kind of guy alright. Say what you will about Stephan Raab, and there are a lot of negative things people have said, like he’s a violent thug or he has no business being a General Manager. But we do not agree with those people. This guy is all class.”
Murphy: “Is there really any doubt about that? After all, he gave us a shot at the APW Tag Team Championships, a shot we will take full advantage when we become the new APW Tag Team Champions.”
The fasten seatbelts sign comes on as the plane starts to descend. Krown gets up off the couch and grabs his jacket from the chair. He slips it on and gets into the chair next to Murphy’s. He fastens his seatbelt, as does his tag team partner.
Krown: “And we are definitely going to take our birthrights back.”
Murphy: “We watched as each of our brothers climbed the ranks to become World Champions and then wasted opportunity after opportunity after that for whatever stupid reasons.”
Krown: “Mine went crazy, his found drugs, alcohol and girls of questionably legal age.”
Murphy: “But we are not them. We are the true heirs to the Krown and Murphy wrestling legacies.”
Murphy gestures to himself and his partner and then lowers his hands.
Krown: “We were born to be champions. We were born to be wrestlers. And, most importantly, we have spent the vast majority of our career as a tag team, which is not something that either Unforgiven or Dying Breed can say.”
Murphy: “We are not just two singles wrestlers who decided “hey, we got nothing going on, so why don’t we just join together, pull a name out of our ass and become a tag team?”. No. We are an actual tag team. We have one entrance theme and we are there for each other. We are not just two guys trying to kill time as a team. We are a team.”
The younger brother of former ECWC World Champion Noah Krown reaches over and pulls the gold round framed sunglasses his partner wears from Murphy’s jacket pocket. He holds them up.
Krown: “Connor’s sunglasses are worth more then most people's first car. Fancy cars, tailored suits, swanky restaurants, and private planes, Sang Réal is not just a name we use, it’s a life style. We are second generation wrestlers; born to be in wrestling and born to be champions, because as far as we are concerned, those belts are our birthrights.”
Murphy reaches over and takes his sunglasses back, slipping them back into his pocket.
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At an airport, the white private plane lands on the tarmac. It rolls towards the hangers after touchdown. The aircraft stops inside the hanger. One of the pilots opens the staircase that also serves as the plane’s door. Murphy steps out and reaches into his pocket, pulling out the gold, round framed sunglasses of his and slips them on. Behind him, Krown exits the plane, buttoning his suit jacket after having slipped it back on. The two men walk to a waiting black limousine. The driver is already there with the door open. A flight attendant brings their bags to the waiting car and loads them into the trunk.
Murphy enters the limo followed by Krown. The driver closes the door behind Krown and then walks around to close the trunk before getting in and starting the limo. The engine comes to life and the limo starts to roll out of the hanger.
Like the private plan that brought them there, the interior of the limousine Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown are in is luxurious. The seats are black leather. There is a small television and a black minifridge. There are seats along the sides, under long tinted windows.
Krown has taken to occupying the side seat, while Murphy is sitting on the backseat. The former ACW Specialist and Tag Team Champion slips his sunglasses off and slides them into his jacket pocket.
Murphy: “Sang Réal is old French for “royal blood” and we are just that; “royal blood”. Our fathers were there in the late seventies to the eighties to the nineties helping build professional wrestling to what it is today. Whether anyone wants to admit it or not, that makes us wrestling royalty.”
Krown: “Dying Breed can’t be a lifestyle. “Dying” is in the name. How can you have a lifestyle based around dying? The same applies to The Unforgiven. I mean what?”
Krown shrugs and looks around, like he expects someone to just answer him. However, Murphy is not providing any.
Murphy: “There really was no other name we could have taken that would have made any sense. We are royal blood.”
Krown: “What sort of a name is M&M for Logan Alexander and Aubrey Jessica Parker? They are not a delightful candy of chocolate and a candy coated shell, nor does the letter “M” appear anywhere in their names. Envikado isn’t even a word, or that decent of a combination of their names, unlike Iron Nightrmare, but no one cares about them. Knox, Chris Madison and Niobe calling themselves Black Hand and I keep thinking “why are they talking about a Serbian separatist group that is responsible for starting World War I?”. Vox Populi, shows that our General Manager Stephan Raab has class, while showing Jennings to be an overeducated richboy hypocrite. Natural Born Killaz can’t spell, Foul Play hasn’t really done anything and New Gen Rising just sounds like a boy band album name. That makes Sang Réal is the best named team here.”
Murphy: “We have been called young arrogant punks, but at least are willing to admit that it really is a fair assessment of us.”
Krown: “What kind of a name is Dying Breed anyway? Is it a race thing? Does it have something to do with two guys dressed like extras from a rap group pairing with a Billy D. Williams wannabe? Is it some sort of death wish thing? I don’t really get it. Someone needs to explain that to me.”
Again, Krown looks around like he expects his questions answered. But again, there is no answering his questions.
Murphy: “Anthony Bailey, Jair Hopkins, you two are two time APW Tag Team Champions. We will admit that is a major accomplishment. You beat a poorly named team and managed to hold on to those titles for a few months. However, your reign as Tag Team Champions is going to end at Raab-A-Mania when we beat you for those titles.”
The former ACW Tag Team Champion and technical wrestler smiles and laughs a bit.
Krown: “The beauty of this match is that we don’t have to beat you to win the match. We just have to win this match. It doesn’t matter who we pin or get to submit, we just need to get the pin or submission. That’s the beauty of this match. And we are going to beat you.”
Murphy: “We can either beat you, Dying Breed, or the Unforgiven. Either way we win the match and we become champions.”
Krown: “That is another name that makes no sense to me. I mean the Unforgiven? What exactly are you unforgiven for? For showing up and trying to act creepy and violent when no one is really buying the creepy? So you took out Alexander Bankmanship or whatever his stupidly long name, and his sidekick. No one cares. I was more interested in why he used a mouthful like Bankmanship or what his family’s name was when they came to America? Bankmanshipovich? Bankmanshipski? O’ Bankmanshipagan? No one cares that you took them out.”
He throws his arms up in frustration, sliding his hands though his hair and shaking his head.
Murphy: “Look Zack and Sentinel, no one really does care that you took those guys out. They care that we took out Warren Peace and Yanzel Holmes. People just expect it out of you because you have this whole dark, Goth thing going on. When we do it, no one sees it coming. But, when we win the APW Tag Team Championships at Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania, everyone will see it coming.”
Krown: “Yes, I am sure you are all upset and you are going to hurt us or something because you have this whole creepy and spooky thing, but so did the Addams Family, and at least they were more entertaining than your cryptic nonsense.”
Krown actually starts to whistle the Addams Family theme and snaps his fingers while Murphy just shakes his head.
Murphy: “We are not afraid of either of you Zachariah Blood and Sentinel, and we know we are a better team than the thrown together combination of Dying Breed that you, Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins, are. At Raab-A-Mania or Asylum or whatever it is called, we will prove it by beating both of you and winning the Tag Team Champions.”
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The limo reaches its destination; the Von Braun Center in Huntsville, Alabama where Sunday Night Asylum, or Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania as it has come to be called since Stephan Raab became the General Manager of Asylum, is set to take place.
The vehicle pulls into a parking spot and stops. The driver gets out of the limousine and opens the door. Murphy and Krown step out of the vehicle. Murphy adjusts his jacket and tie a bit. Krown looks around the arena’s parking area with a satisfied smile due to the fact that he is finally medically cleared to return to the ring.
The driver opens the car, getting their bags and hands them off to Murphy and Krown. Murphy’s is a black rolling suitcase. He pulls the handle up and sets it on the ground. Krown’s bag is a simple blue gym bag. He slings it over his shoulder. The two start for the arena as the driver closes the limo’s door.
Murphy: “Gentleman, and I use the term loosely, when you all get right down to it, we have the look and breeding to be the APW Tag Team Champions. It’s not a race thing or a class thing; it is a we are wrestling royalty, born to be wrestlers, to be champions thing. We were born for this moment; the moment when we become champions.”
Krown gestures to himself and Murphy.
Krown: “Those belts will look a lot better on us with our finely made, tailored suits that we wear and the tailored robes we wear to the ring. We just look the part of champions.”
Murphy: “We are the best team in Action Packed Wrestling. We are young, hungry and ready to prove to the world we are as good as we say we are.”
Krown: “We’re a perfect mix when you really think about it. We got that whole power and brawling style in my partner here and I am a great technical wrestler. We can either put your shoulders on the mat or we can make you tap out. Either way, we win. And it really doesn’t matter who we beat, as long as we beat someone, we win.”
Murphy: “And when we win and become APW Tag Team Champions, we will hold those belts with pride and honor, and when we do, we will then strive to become one of the greatest tag teams to ever hold the APW Tag Team Champions in the history of Action Packed Wrestling.”
The two stop at the door to enter the arena. They turn and face away from the door, towards the cameraman that is following them.
Murphy: “That’s Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “That’s Checkmate.”
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And we are going to become the new APW Tag Team Champions, whether any of the poor, illiterate, inbred hicks filling this arena or all the people watching us at home like it.”
Murphy: “We have the breeding, the bloodlines, the class and the skills to become APW Tag Team Championships and at Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania, when we make our debut, we are going to prove that every one of those advantages make us better than all of you.”
Krown: “Because we just are Sang Réal”
Murphy opens the door to the arena and enters. Krown follows after him. The door starts to close behind them. The scene fades out as the door closes shut.
Connor Murphy is dressed in a three piece black suit and dark green tie. He is seated in one of the chairs near the flat screen. The returning Gabriel Krown is lying down on the couch. His suit jacket is draped over one of the chairs.
Murphy turns in the chair. The son of legendary Irish brawler Sheamus Murphy is smiling.
Murphy: “Just when you thought it was safe to tag team, the best team in Action Packed Wrestling, Sang Réal, is back and ready to take on the world.”
Krown: “We are returning and yet somehow debuting at the same time.”
Murphy: “Tonight, we make our debut on Sunday Night Asylum, or as it is now called, Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania.”
From his laying position, Krown lifts his arms in a question gesture. He lets them drop down across his stomach.
Krown: “What happened? I take a few weeks off due to a concussion and suddenly, I find out Monday Night Meltdown is no longer a thing and we’re on Sunday Night Raab-Amania, a show that only airs every two weeks. How can I support my wife and children working only once every two weeks?”
Murphy: “”Okay, first of all, you are not paid by the hour or weekly. Second of all, you are not married and you have no kids.”
Krown: “Well my point still stands. I take time off and we get drafted? I didn’t think we even listed a show to be on other than Meltdown.”
Murphy: “We didn’t. But we also didn’t expect Sienna Harrison to pretty much tank the show. Guess that’s what happens when we are not there to bring in the ratings by wrestling or on commentary and she spends all show hating someone.”
The technical wrestler half of Sang Réal nods in agreement to that statement.
Krown: “Guess so. Who would have thought our not being there would have helped tank the show Sienna probably would have sunk faster than the Titanic herself?”
Murphy: “But now we are working for a general manager with class and taste, someone who will more than likely be running Action Packed Wrestling in the near future, Stephan Raab. Now, this man is clearly our type of guy. He is clearly a man of great vision.”
Krown: “He is our kind of guy alright. Say what you will about Stephan Raab, and there are a lot of negative things people have said, like he’s a violent thug or he has no business being a General Manager. But we do not agree with those people. This guy is all class.”
Murphy: “Is there really any doubt about that? After all, he gave us a shot at the APW Tag Team Championships, a shot we will take full advantage when we become the new APW Tag Team Champions.”
The fasten seatbelts sign comes on as the plane starts to descend. Krown gets up off the couch and grabs his jacket from the chair. He slips it on and gets into the chair next to Murphy’s. He fastens his seatbelt, as does his tag team partner.
Krown: “And we are definitely going to take our birthrights back.”
Murphy: “We watched as each of our brothers climbed the ranks to become World Champions and then wasted opportunity after opportunity after that for whatever stupid reasons.”
Krown: “Mine went crazy, his found drugs, alcohol and girls of questionably legal age.”
Murphy: “But we are not them. We are the true heirs to the Krown and Murphy wrestling legacies.”
Murphy gestures to himself and his partner and then lowers his hands.
Krown: “We were born to be champions. We were born to be wrestlers. And, most importantly, we have spent the vast majority of our career as a tag team, which is not something that either Unforgiven or Dying Breed can say.”
Murphy: “We are not just two singles wrestlers who decided “hey, we got nothing going on, so why don’t we just join together, pull a name out of our ass and become a tag team?”. No. We are an actual tag team. We have one entrance theme and we are there for each other. We are not just two guys trying to kill time as a team. We are a team.”
The younger brother of former ECWC World Champion Noah Krown reaches over and pulls the gold round framed sunglasses his partner wears from Murphy’s jacket pocket. He holds them up.
Krown: “Connor’s sunglasses are worth more then most people's first car. Fancy cars, tailored suits, swanky restaurants, and private planes, Sang Réal is not just a name we use, it’s a life style. We are second generation wrestlers; born to be in wrestling and born to be champions, because as far as we are concerned, those belts are our birthrights.”
Murphy reaches over and takes his sunglasses back, slipping them back into his pocket.
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At an airport, the white private plane lands on the tarmac. It rolls towards the hangers after touchdown. The aircraft stops inside the hanger. One of the pilots opens the staircase that also serves as the plane’s door. Murphy steps out and reaches into his pocket, pulling out the gold, round framed sunglasses of his and slips them on. Behind him, Krown exits the plane, buttoning his suit jacket after having slipped it back on. The two men walk to a waiting black limousine. The driver is already there with the door open. A flight attendant brings their bags to the waiting car and loads them into the trunk.
Murphy enters the limo followed by Krown. The driver closes the door behind Krown and then walks around to close the trunk before getting in and starting the limo. The engine comes to life and the limo starts to roll out of the hanger.
Like the private plan that brought them there, the interior of the limousine Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown are in is luxurious. The seats are black leather. There is a small television and a black minifridge. There are seats along the sides, under long tinted windows.
Krown has taken to occupying the side seat, while Murphy is sitting on the backseat. The former ACW Specialist and Tag Team Champion slips his sunglasses off and slides them into his jacket pocket.
Murphy: “Sang Réal is old French for “royal blood” and we are just that; “royal blood”. Our fathers were there in the late seventies to the eighties to the nineties helping build professional wrestling to what it is today. Whether anyone wants to admit it or not, that makes us wrestling royalty.”
Krown: “Dying Breed can’t be a lifestyle. “Dying” is in the name. How can you have a lifestyle based around dying? The same applies to The Unforgiven. I mean what?”
Krown shrugs and looks around, like he expects someone to just answer him. However, Murphy is not providing any.
Murphy: “There really was no other name we could have taken that would have made any sense. We are royal blood.”
Krown: “What sort of a name is M&M for Logan Alexander and Aubrey Jessica Parker? They are not a delightful candy of chocolate and a candy coated shell, nor does the letter “M” appear anywhere in their names. Envikado isn’t even a word, or that decent of a combination of their names, unlike Iron Nightrmare, but no one cares about them. Knox, Chris Madison and Niobe calling themselves Black Hand and I keep thinking “why are they talking about a Serbian separatist group that is responsible for starting World War I?”. Vox Populi, shows that our General Manager Stephan Raab has class, while showing Jennings to be an overeducated richboy hypocrite. Natural Born Killaz can’t spell, Foul Play hasn’t really done anything and New Gen Rising just sounds like a boy band album name. That makes Sang Réal is the best named team here.”
Murphy: “We have been called young arrogant punks, but at least are willing to admit that it really is a fair assessment of us.”
Krown: “What kind of a name is Dying Breed anyway? Is it a race thing? Does it have something to do with two guys dressed like extras from a rap group pairing with a Billy D. Williams wannabe? Is it some sort of death wish thing? I don’t really get it. Someone needs to explain that to me.”
Again, Krown looks around like he expects his questions answered. But again, there is no answering his questions.
Murphy: “Anthony Bailey, Jair Hopkins, you two are two time APW Tag Team Champions. We will admit that is a major accomplishment. You beat a poorly named team and managed to hold on to those titles for a few months. However, your reign as Tag Team Champions is going to end at Raab-A-Mania when we beat you for those titles.”
The former ACW Tag Team Champion and technical wrestler smiles and laughs a bit.
Krown: “The beauty of this match is that we don’t have to beat you to win the match. We just have to win this match. It doesn’t matter who we pin or get to submit, we just need to get the pin or submission. That’s the beauty of this match. And we are going to beat you.”
Murphy: “We can either beat you, Dying Breed, or the Unforgiven. Either way we win the match and we become champions.”
Krown: “That is another name that makes no sense to me. I mean the Unforgiven? What exactly are you unforgiven for? For showing up and trying to act creepy and violent when no one is really buying the creepy? So you took out Alexander Bankmanship or whatever his stupidly long name, and his sidekick. No one cares. I was more interested in why he used a mouthful like Bankmanship or what his family’s name was when they came to America? Bankmanshipovich? Bankmanshipski? O’ Bankmanshipagan? No one cares that you took them out.”
He throws his arms up in frustration, sliding his hands though his hair and shaking his head.
Murphy: “Look Zack and Sentinel, no one really does care that you took those guys out. They care that we took out Warren Peace and Yanzel Holmes. People just expect it out of you because you have this whole dark, Goth thing going on. When we do it, no one sees it coming. But, when we win the APW Tag Team Championships at Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania, everyone will see it coming.”
Krown: “Yes, I am sure you are all upset and you are going to hurt us or something because you have this whole creepy and spooky thing, but so did the Addams Family, and at least they were more entertaining than your cryptic nonsense.”
Krown actually starts to whistle the Addams Family theme and snaps his fingers while Murphy just shakes his head.
Murphy: “We are not afraid of either of you Zachariah Blood and Sentinel, and we know we are a better team than the thrown together combination of Dying Breed that you, Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins, are. At Raab-A-Mania or Asylum or whatever it is called, we will prove it by beating both of you and winning the Tag Team Champions.”
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The limo reaches its destination; the Von Braun Center in Huntsville, Alabama where Sunday Night Asylum, or Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania as it has come to be called since Stephan Raab became the General Manager of Asylum, is set to take place.
The vehicle pulls into a parking spot and stops. The driver gets out of the limousine and opens the door. Murphy and Krown step out of the vehicle. Murphy adjusts his jacket and tie a bit. Krown looks around the arena’s parking area with a satisfied smile due to the fact that he is finally medically cleared to return to the ring.
The driver opens the car, getting their bags and hands them off to Murphy and Krown. Murphy’s is a black rolling suitcase. He pulls the handle up and sets it on the ground. Krown’s bag is a simple blue gym bag. He slings it over his shoulder. The two start for the arena as the driver closes the limo’s door.
Murphy: “Gentleman, and I use the term loosely, when you all get right down to it, we have the look and breeding to be the APW Tag Team Champions. It’s not a race thing or a class thing; it is a we are wrestling royalty, born to be wrestlers, to be champions thing. We were born for this moment; the moment when we become champions.”
Krown gestures to himself and Murphy.
Krown: “Those belts will look a lot better on us with our finely made, tailored suits that we wear and the tailored robes we wear to the ring. We just look the part of champions.”
Murphy: “We are the best team in Action Packed Wrestling. We are young, hungry and ready to prove to the world we are as good as we say we are.”
Krown: “We’re a perfect mix when you really think about it. We got that whole power and brawling style in my partner here and I am a great technical wrestler. We can either put your shoulders on the mat or we can make you tap out. Either way, we win. And it really doesn’t matter who we beat, as long as we beat someone, we win.”
Murphy: “And when we win and become APW Tag Team Champions, we will hold those belts with pride and honor, and when we do, we will then strive to become one of the greatest tag teams to ever hold the APW Tag Team Champions in the history of Action Packed Wrestling.”
The two stop at the door to enter the arena. They turn and face away from the door, towards the cameraman that is following them.
Murphy: “That’s Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “That’s Checkmate.”
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And we are going to become the new APW Tag Team Champions, whether any of the poor, illiterate, inbred hicks filling this arena or all the people watching us at home like it.”
Murphy: “We have the breeding, the bloodlines, the class and the skills to become APW Tag Team Championships and at Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania, when we make our debut, we are going to prove that every one of those advantages make us better than all of you.”
Krown: “Because we just are Sang Réal”
Murphy opens the door to the arena and enters. Krown follows after him. The door starts to close behind them. The scene fades out as the door closes shut.
