Post by Sang Réal on Aug 5, 2013 18:25:39 GMT -4
(OOC: For some odd reason, I can't get into the color coding option for this RP. My apologies)
“Sinfonies de Fanfares: Rondeau” by Jean-Joseph Mouret plays to a montage of the second generation tag team, Sang Réal, Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, walking down the aisle or in action in the ring. The montage ends with the two raising their arms after a win. As the image of the two wrestlers with the arms raised in victory freezes, the words “Roll Call” appear as if written in gold cursive letters. Underneath the word “Roll Call”, “hosted by Sang Réal” appears in a smaller cursive style.
The Roll Call set is reminiscent of the set used for 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.
Murhpy and Krown are in the leather chairs. As always, they are dressed in suits. Murphy is wearing a black three piece suit with a black tie. Krown is dressed in a dark gray two piece suit with a red tie.
Murphy: “Welcome once again to the latest episode of the most popular…”
Krown: “And only…”
Murphy: “The most popular internet show on APW.com, Roll Call. As always, I am Connor Murphy along with my colleague, Gabriel Krown.”
Krown waves for a moment, and then lowers his hand.
Krown: “And as always, we are Sang Réal, and thus better than you all.”
Murphy: “This week on Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania, we finally, finally, get the chance we should have gotten almost a month ago when we first arrived and we get to step into the ring with the current APW World Tag Team Champions the Dying Breed. This is the match we should have had when we first arrived, without Unforgiven involved in a match they had no business being in. And if we win, we move ourselves right up to a title shot.”
Krown: “So needless to say, you may as well just put us there in the Tag Team Championship match at Shockwave and save us all some time, because we can beat Dying Breed. We would have beaten them weeks ago and already be the Tag Team Champions if had not been for Unforgiven sticking their nose into our attempting to win that triple threat match.”
Murphy: “Anthony Bailey, Jair Hopkins, whether you two want to admit it or not, that is the only reason you managed to walk out of Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania that night still the APW Tag Team Champions. We had you beat, then Blood and Sentinel had to cost us the victory, which gave you the opportunity to pick up the win. That will not happen this time.”
Krown: “It most certainly will not. You have to beat us without those two Hot Topic preferred customers in the match. Which you may be able to do, because...because….”
Krown stops for a moment, rubbing his chin. He seems deep in thought, like he is trying to reclaim a memory or something. Murphy glances towards him, waving his hand in a “come on” gesture.
Murphy: “Because?”
Krown: “Well I am not really sure because why actually? I mean, yeah, they are two-time Tag Team Champions, but that does not mean a lot when you think about it. And for the life of me, I cannot remember any of their matches except for their match against M&M, because it was the battle of stupidly named teams and the match they had with us and Unforgiven, but only because we were in it.”
Murphy pauses and appears to be in thought as well. It seems he too cannot come to an answer or recall such a thing.
Murphy: “Now that you mention it, I can barely recall any of their matches except for the triple threat about a month ago.”
Krown: “Well really, when you look at Logan Alexander and Aubrey J Parker, do you think delicious and colorful candy coated chocolate beloved by all, with mascots that haven’t changed like so many cereal mascots?”
With an incredulous look upon his face, Murphy turns to look at Krown.
Murphy: “What?”
Krown: “Well think about it. Sonny used to try and get people to try Coco Puffs, and now he’s like some ex-Meth addict trying ot avoid the stuff, but keeps giving in. Cookie Crisps used to have some pudgy stereotypically dressed criminal trying to steal the cereal, only to be thwarted by an old-timey cop looking guy, then the crook got a dog, then the dog was trying to convince people cookies can be for breakfast, and not it’s some wolf pulling a Wile E. Coyote to get cereal. Buzz went from trying to get people to taste Honey Nut Cheerios to apparently being the wielder of a magic honey wand and savior of his hive. And have you seen Cinnamon Toast Crunch? It’s gone from three chiefs making it, two one chief helping kids explain why it is so good, to pieces of cereal cannibalizing each other because they are delicious. Toucan Sam is sort of the same, following his nose to cereal, but now accompanied on adventures by three nephews like he’s Donald Duck or, to a lesser extent, Scrooge McDuck. At least Lucky and the Trix Rabbit haven’t changed. Kids keep trying to steal Lucky’s cereal while they continually deny an animal food because Trix is for kids, not a rabbit.”
Still with that incredulous look on his face, Murphy shakes his head, almost like he knows he’ll regret the follow up question.
Murphy: “What does that have to do with candy? Or this match.”
Krown: “Well the M&M mascots never changed. Red, who is regular the plain chocolate, is smart, but a bit arrogant, sometimes easily annoyed, and a bit of a jerk. Yellow, the peanut one, is sort of slow and dim, but a nice guy. Blue, who is the peanut butter filled, is clever because he knows he’s delicious. Orange, who used to be just crispy and now is crispy pretzel, has always been paranoid due to his being delicious candy, but now has a pretzel sidekick. Green, who I am not sure what kid she is supposed to be I think coconut, was flirty and sexy, because she was the first female M&M. Finally there is Brown, which I am not sure of flavor again, but I am guessing plain, is clearly meant to be a smart, sophisticated Black woman. But, none of them remind me of Logan Alexander and Aubrey Jessica Parker, so I fail to get why they are called M&M.”
Murphy turns away from Krown, rubbing his forehead.
Murphy: “There is a very strange way that any of that makes sense. But somehow I get the point.”
As if agreeing, Krown nods. He seems satisfied with his insane logic.
Krown: “And neither of them have an “M” in their name.”
Shaking his head, Murphy looks back up and forward.
Murphy: “Getting back on topic, the only reason anyone cares about you two is because of those championships around your waist. Other than that, no one cares about you at all.”
Krown: “I mean really, they care about us. Right now, people are watching Roll Call and we are getting ratings. Did you see the ratings for “Would You F**k Her?”? They were amazing. They were at least high enough to prevent APW from shutting this show down, because honestly, it probably should have. We got a lot of letters about that episode.”
Murphy: “We have been on nearly every Monday Night Meltdown and Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania since our debut. We go out to the ring and do commentary and the ratings go up because people turn in to hear what we are going to say. We do Roll Call and the APW website gets flooded with viewers who know this show is going to be good. People want to see us, whether we are tag team champions or not. Why? Because we are interesting and controversial and as good as we say we are because we were born to be the best, that’s why.”
Krown: “I cannot, for the life of me, think of any time I was really super excited to see Dying Breed in the ring. You guys do nothing for me. You do nothing for the APW Tag Team Championships. You’re just sort of blah. You’re dull. I mean yeah, you can wrestle, but who the hell cares about that anymore? Today, it is all about being flashy and interesting and exciting and getting those morons in the stands to shell out money for your crap. That is why someone can be the worst wrestler in the world, yet can still be the face of a company, because the crowd reacts, so he gets the opportunity.”
Murphy: “Whether anyone likes it or not, that is exactly why we have this opportunity. We are not the worst wrestlers in the world, far from it. Regardless of that, those peasants will fill the arena or watch TV or download the show, and shell out money for a Sang Réal t-shirt, and they will jeer and boos us because we get a reaction from them. Unlike you two, we get that crowd to react for more than just our entrance and if we win.”
Krown: “They hate us, but we do not care, because we are better than them. We bath regularly, our parents we’re siblings and we have an education. Not many people in Kansas can say that as book learning is a sin. I can get the hate to hate me with five simple words.”
Krown raises his hand, counting off each word as he says it.
Krown: “Evolution is a proven fact.”
Murphy: “And that right there just alienated all of Kansas.”
Krown: “Ta-da!”
Murphy: “People hang on our words. They buy our crap. They watch this show. It makes no sense to me at all considering they do not like them, but as long as some kid is willing to hand over $20 for a t-shirt with our emblem on it, we are not going to care. No one said I had to like those people to take their money.”
Krown: “You see Dying Breed, before us, no one gave a crap about a guy like Yanzel Holmes. He told his tale, and no one gave a damn. He was a single dad, raised by his grandparents, who he called Mee-Ma and Pop-Pop, he quit the LAPD, because apparently, no one told him being a cop in a major city in the United States, a city he had lived all his life, was going to be a dangerous job. People shooting at him took him completely by surprise. And then he tried boxing, but quit that. And then he started wrestling to support his family. And no one cared. And then we came along.”
Murphy: “That was the only time anyone gave a crap about Yanzel. Suddenly, here was this every man, this single dad trying to right by his kids and his family, and we were just mocking him for it, demeaning his dream, saying all manner of mean and hurtful things about him.”
Krown: “All of which were true of course, but apparently, that didn’t matter. People were sympathizing with him, rallying behind him. They wanted to see him kick our ass. The loudest reaction he ever got was when he hit me with a chair. Before then, it was like “Yay, Yanzel Holmes. Okay, who’s next?”. No one cared.”
Murphy: “We got the crowd to care about Yanzel Holmes. The same could be said about Warren Peace. No one cared about that guy until we came along.”
Krown throws his arms up in the air and as if frustrated. He shakes his head.
Krown: “Oh there was a class act. That guy had many daddy issues and abandonment issues. He was raised by a single mother, and yet, did nothing to help her out. The woman had like three or four teeth, maybe five, probably developing lung cancer and lived in squalor and her own filth, and here is her son, easily making near around a million dollars a year, plus whatever bonus he got from pay-per-view, and somehow, we’re the bad guys.”
Murphy: “The night he won the North American Championship from Young Mannie, the crowd cheered for a minute before they stopped caring he had won it because he was not the person they wanted to see win it. They wanted someone like Logan Alexander or Amy Zing to win the title. No one cared that Warren Peace had done it.”
Krown: “Then he steps into the ring with us and suddenly, everyone is cheering him. Everyone loves him.”
Murphy: “Right now, that is where Dying Breed is. Yes, you two are the current APW Tag Team Champions, but no one really cares about the two of you. They care about us.”
Krown: “They care about us because we are interesting. We generate controversy. We say what is on our mind because we are wrestling royalty and that makes us better than you.”
Murphy: “When you get right down to it, you two just do not matter any more. Your star has fallen and your time is over. Our time is beginning. We are going to walk into Raab-A-Mania and we are going to beat you. And then, sooner or later, we will beat you again and become the new APW Tag Team Champions.”
Krown: “We were born to be champions.”
Murphy: “There is no other team in that ring to interfere. A month ago, we should have beaten you and become the new APW Tag Team Champions. This time, it may not be for the championships, but we will still win and then get our chance at those titles.”
Krown : “Get ready to hear a sound you two have not heard for a long time, that crowd cheering you very loudly. They want to see you kick our asses. They want to see you win. However, we really do not give a crap about what they want. So while they will cheer you to victory, we will make sure that it is a victory they do not get to see.”
Murphy: “We can take you down with Toujours Pur, Murphy’s Law or Checkmate and either way, we win. That, Dying Breed, is Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “That’s Checkmate.”
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And after we beat you on Raab-A-Mania, we will do it again and become APW Tag Team Champions.”
Murphy: “As always, I am Connor Murphy along with Gabriel Krown and this has been Roll Call.”
“Sinfonies de Fanfares: Rondeau” by Jean-Joseph Mouret replays as “Roll Call hosted by Sang Réal” reappears on the screen, which then fades to black. The credits roll, followed by all copyright and legal notes before the APW logo flashes on the screen and then fades to black as well.
“Sinfonies de Fanfares: Rondeau” by Jean-Joseph Mouret plays to a montage of the second generation tag team, Sang Réal, Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, walking down the aisle or in action in the ring. The montage ends with the two raising their arms after a win. As the image of the two wrestlers with the arms raised in victory freezes, the words “Roll Call” appear as if written in gold cursive letters. Underneath the word “Roll Call”, “hosted by Sang Réal” appears in a smaller cursive style.
The Roll Call set is reminiscent of the set used for 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.
Murhpy and Krown are in the leather chairs. As always, they are dressed in suits. Murphy is wearing a black three piece suit with a black tie. Krown is dressed in a dark gray two piece suit with a red tie.
Murphy: “Welcome once again to the latest episode of the most popular…”
Krown: “And only…”
Murphy: “The most popular internet show on APW.com, Roll Call. As always, I am Connor Murphy along with my colleague, Gabriel Krown.”
Krown waves for a moment, and then lowers his hand.
Krown: “And as always, we are Sang Réal, and thus better than you all.”
Murphy: “This week on Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania, we finally, finally, get the chance we should have gotten almost a month ago when we first arrived and we get to step into the ring with the current APW World Tag Team Champions the Dying Breed. This is the match we should have had when we first arrived, without Unforgiven involved in a match they had no business being in. And if we win, we move ourselves right up to a title shot.”
Krown: “So needless to say, you may as well just put us there in the Tag Team Championship match at Shockwave and save us all some time, because we can beat Dying Breed. We would have beaten them weeks ago and already be the Tag Team Champions if had not been for Unforgiven sticking their nose into our attempting to win that triple threat match.”
Murphy: “Anthony Bailey, Jair Hopkins, whether you two want to admit it or not, that is the only reason you managed to walk out of Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania that night still the APW Tag Team Champions. We had you beat, then Blood and Sentinel had to cost us the victory, which gave you the opportunity to pick up the win. That will not happen this time.”
Krown: “It most certainly will not. You have to beat us without those two Hot Topic preferred customers in the match. Which you may be able to do, because...because….”
Krown stops for a moment, rubbing his chin. He seems deep in thought, like he is trying to reclaim a memory or something. Murphy glances towards him, waving his hand in a “come on” gesture.
Murphy: “Because?”
Krown: “Well I am not really sure because why actually? I mean, yeah, they are two-time Tag Team Champions, but that does not mean a lot when you think about it. And for the life of me, I cannot remember any of their matches except for their match against M&M, because it was the battle of stupidly named teams and the match they had with us and Unforgiven, but only because we were in it.”
Murphy pauses and appears to be in thought as well. It seems he too cannot come to an answer or recall such a thing.
Murphy: “Now that you mention it, I can barely recall any of their matches except for the triple threat about a month ago.”
Krown: “Well really, when you look at Logan Alexander and Aubrey J Parker, do you think delicious and colorful candy coated chocolate beloved by all, with mascots that haven’t changed like so many cereal mascots?”
With an incredulous look upon his face, Murphy turns to look at Krown.
Murphy: “What?”
Krown: “Well think about it. Sonny used to try and get people to try Coco Puffs, and now he’s like some ex-Meth addict trying ot avoid the stuff, but keeps giving in. Cookie Crisps used to have some pudgy stereotypically dressed criminal trying to steal the cereal, only to be thwarted by an old-timey cop looking guy, then the crook got a dog, then the dog was trying to convince people cookies can be for breakfast, and not it’s some wolf pulling a Wile E. Coyote to get cereal. Buzz went from trying to get people to taste Honey Nut Cheerios to apparently being the wielder of a magic honey wand and savior of his hive. And have you seen Cinnamon Toast Crunch? It’s gone from three chiefs making it, two one chief helping kids explain why it is so good, to pieces of cereal cannibalizing each other because they are delicious. Toucan Sam is sort of the same, following his nose to cereal, but now accompanied on adventures by three nephews like he’s Donald Duck or, to a lesser extent, Scrooge McDuck. At least Lucky and the Trix Rabbit haven’t changed. Kids keep trying to steal Lucky’s cereal while they continually deny an animal food because Trix is for kids, not a rabbit.”
Still with that incredulous look on his face, Murphy shakes his head, almost like he knows he’ll regret the follow up question.
Murphy: “What does that have to do with candy? Or this match.”
Krown: “Well the M&M mascots never changed. Red, who is regular the plain chocolate, is smart, but a bit arrogant, sometimes easily annoyed, and a bit of a jerk. Yellow, the peanut one, is sort of slow and dim, but a nice guy. Blue, who is the peanut butter filled, is clever because he knows he’s delicious. Orange, who used to be just crispy and now is crispy pretzel, has always been paranoid due to his being delicious candy, but now has a pretzel sidekick. Green, who I am not sure what kid she is supposed to be I think coconut, was flirty and sexy, because she was the first female M&M. Finally there is Brown, which I am not sure of flavor again, but I am guessing plain, is clearly meant to be a smart, sophisticated Black woman. But, none of them remind me of Logan Alexander and Aubrey Jessica Parker, so I fail to get why they are called M&M.”
Murphy turns away from Krown, rubbing his forehead.
Murphy: “There is a very strange way that any of that makes sense. But somehow I get the point.”
As if agreeing, Krown nods. He seems satisfied with his insane logic.
Krown: “And neither of them have an “M” in their name.”
Shaking his head, Murphy looks back up and forward.
Murphy: “Getting back on topic, the only reason anyone cares about you two is because of those championships around your waist. Other than that, no one cares about you at all.”
Krown: “I mean really, they care about us. Right now, people are watching Roll Call and we are getting ratings. Did you see the ratings for “Would You F**k Her?”? They were amazing. They were at least high enough to prevent APW from shutting this show down, because honestly, it probably should have. We got a lot of letters about that episode.”
Murphy: “We have been on nearly every Monday Night Meltdown and Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania since our debut. We go out to the ring and do commentary and the ratings go up because people turn in to hear what we are going to say. We do Roll Call and the APW website gets flooded with viewers who know this show is going to be good. People want to see us, whether we are tag team champions or not. Why? Because we are interesting and controversial and as good as we say we are because we were born to be the best, that’s why.”
Krown: “I cannot, for the life of me, think of any time I was really super excited to see Dying Breed in the ring. You guys do nothing for me. You do nothing for the APW Tag Team Championships. You’re just sort of blah. You’re dull. I mean yeah, you can wrestle, but who the hell cares about that anymore? Today, it is all about being flashy and interesting and exciting and getting those morons in the stands to shell out money for your crap. That is why someone can be the worst wrestler in the world, yet can still be the face of a company, because the crowd reacts, so he gets the opportunity.”
Murphy: “Whether anyone likes it or not, that is exactly why we have this opportunity. We are not the worst wrestlers in the world, far from it. Regardless of that, those peasants will fill the arena or watch TV or download the show, and shell out money for a Sang Réal t-shirt, and they will jeer and boos us because we get a reaction from them. Unlike you two, we get that crowd to react for more than just our entrance and if we win.”
Krown: “They hate us, but we do not care, because we are better than them. We bath regularly, our parents we’re siblings and we have an education. Not many people in Kansas can say that as book learning is a sin. I can get the hate to hate me with five simple words.”
Krown raises his hand, counting off each word as he says it.
Krown: “Evolution is a proven fact.”
Murphy: “And that right there just alienated all of Kansas.”
Krown: “Ta-da!”
Murphy: “People hang on our words. They buy our crap. They watch this show. It makes no sense to me at all considering they do not like them, but as long as some kid is willing to hand over $20 for a t-shirt with our emblem on it, we are not going to care. No one said I had to like those people to take their money.”
Krown: “You see Dying Breed, before us, no one gave a crap about a guy like Yanzel Holmes. He told his tale, and no one gave a damn. He was a single dad, raised by his grandparents, who he called Mee-Ma and Pop-Pop, he quit the LAPD, because apparently, no one told him being a cop in a major city in the United States, a city he had lived all his life, was going to be a dangerous job. People shooting at him took him completely by surprise. And then he tried boxing, but quit that. And then he started wrestling to support his family. And no one cared. And then we came along.”
Murphy: “That was the only time anyone gave a crap about Yanzel. Suddenly, here was this every man, this single dad trying to right by his kids and his family, and we were just mocking him for it, demeaning his dream, saying all manner of mean and hurtful things about him.”
Krown: “All of which were true of course, but apparently, that didn’t matter. People were sympathizing with him, rallying behind him. They wanted to see him kick our ass. The loudest reaction he ever got was when he hit me with a chair. Before then, it was like “Yay, Yanzel Holmes. Okay, who’s next?”. No one cared.”
Murphy: “We got the crowd to care about Yanzel Holmes. The same could be said about Warren Peace. No one cared about that guy until we came along.”
Krown throws his arms up in the air and as if frustrated. He shakes his head.
Krown: “Oh there was a class act. That guy had many daddy issues and abandonment issues. He was raised by a single mother, and yet, did nothing to help her out. The woman had like three or four teeth, maybe five, probably developing lung cancer and lived in squalor and her own filth, and here is her son, easily making near around a million dollars a year, plus whatever bonus he got from pay-per-view, and somehow, we’re the bad guys.”
Murphy: “The night he won the North American Championship from Young Mannie, the crowd cheered for a minute before they stopped caring he had won it because he was not the person they wanted to see win it. They wanted someone like Logan Alexander or Amy Zing to win the title. No one cared that Warren Peace had done it.”
Krown: “Then he steps into the ring with us and suddenly, everyone is cheering him. Everyone loves him.”
Murphy: “Right now, that is where Dying Breed is. Yes, you two are the current APW Tag Team Champions, but no one really cares about the two of you. They care about us.”
Krown: “They care about us because we are interesting. We generate controversy. We say what is on our mind because we are wrestling royalty and that makes us better than you.”
Murphy: “When you get right down to it, you two just do not matter any more. Your star has fallen and your time is over. Our time is beginning. We are going to walk into Raab-A-Mania and we are going to beat you. And then, sooner or later, we will beat you again and become the new APW Tag Team Champions.”
Krown: “We were born to be champions.”
Murphy: “There is no other team in that ring to interfere. A month ago, we should have beaten you and become the new APW Tag Team Champions. This time, it may not be for the championships, but we will still win and then get our chance at those titles.”
Krown : “Get ready to hear a sound you two have not heard for a long time, that crowd cheering you very loudly. They want to see you kick our asses. They want to see you win. However, we really do not give a crap about what they want. So while they will cheer you to victory, we will make sure that it is a victory they do not get to see.”
Murphy: “We can take you down with Toujours Pur, Murphy’s Law or Checkmate and either way, we win. That, Dying Breed, is Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “That’s Checkmate.”
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And after we beat you on Raab-A-Mania, we will do it again and become APW Tag Team Champions.”
Murphy: “As always, I am Connor Murphy along with Gabriel Krown and this has been Roll Call.”
“Sinfonies de Fanfares: Rondeau” by Jean-Joseph Mouret replays as “Roll Call hosted by Sang Réal” reappears on the screen, which then fades to black. The credits roll, followed by all copyright and legal notes before the APW logo flashes on the screen and then fades to black as well.
