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Can we change the name of the weekly from Precision. Like, it's not bad, but it just sounds off as a show name. WWEF is terrible to use in promos, and Precision just sounds weird. I dunno, maybe it's just me.
Kind of makes it silly when you have the creator of the console in the show's name. Microsoft Mayhem was also terrible. I don't feel like any name change is needed, and we've been building on this name for the past year.
Kind of makes it silly when you have the creator of the console in the show's name. Microsoft Mayhem was also terrible. I don't feel like any name change is needed, and we've been building on this name for the past year.
As he lay in the ring staring up at the lights, Joseph Diamond remained there, wondering what had happened to cause this nonsense. Not knowing who his opponent was definitely set him up for failure. There was no way he was responsible for this-
Oh no. Bill Bronson's on his way. He walks down to the ring in a methodical manner, eyeing his prey in the ring. As he makes his way down, Diamond slowly begins to come to and realizes his terror that was about to come. Scrambling to get out of the ring, Diamond starts to crawl towards the opposite side of the ring, but it is too late. Bill Bronson stands in the ring and looks down on his worthless opponent. Viciously, he grabs Diamond by the waist and pulls him to his feet. He tosses him into the corner and proceeds to send Joseph Diamond through it. Flopping to the mat with a loud thud, Diamond is in a state of panic. He tries to scramble away once more, but Bronson clocks him with a massive right hook, knocking his rival near unconsciousness. The crowd is cheering for the destruction of Diamond as he is pulled to his feet once more. Holding the limp champion up, Bronson smiles as he prepares to hit him with his Whirlwind Side Slam. He holds him and begins to do a full 360-degree turn, but...
*...gets hit in the back of the head by a steel chair. Seemingly out of nowhere, a black-clad, armed and frenzied Jack Rogue has entered the ring and viciously struck Bronson from behind with what is becoming his signature weapon. Rogue stares down at the veteran breathing heavily, then looks out into the jeering crowd. He starts to walk agitatedly around the ring, the Intercontinental Champion and Bill Bronson both prone next to each other in the centre, and kicks occasionally at the ropes, venting violent urges that seem to be bursting from his pores. Slowly, Bronson begins to stir sleepily and Jack stops dead, turns square on to Bronson, then swings the chair into the air and drives it face first with a metallic smack that makes the entire arena wince. The hardened Bill Bronson doesn't cry out, but the agony is evident on his face, and a gut-rending grunt escapes his bearded his face through gritted teeth and is picked up on the nearby camera*
*Bronson attempts to roll out of the ring under the bottom rope but Jack notices it and swiftly grabs his wrist, then hauls the three hundred pounder back into the middle of the ring. With Bill's chest now facing up, Rogue once again slams the steel chair down face first, this time into the ribs of Bronson. This time, a muffled yell of pain is heard, as Bill clutches at his chest and begins to blow in and out, his breaths laboured. Bronson's arms now covering his torso, Jack steps forwards and pushes the edge of the chair into his victim's windpipe, strangling him. Bronson struggles, panicked as his newly limited air intake is cut off with the sharp pressure on the front of his throat, and eventually throws the chair off him. Rogue then unfolds the chair, placing it down next to him. He grabs Bronson in a choke hold, once more attempting to strangle the veteran, and pulls Bill to his feet. Suddenly, Bronson delivers a punch to the gut of Rogue, who releases his stranglehold. Bill then goes for his signature right hook, but Jack grabs his arm then leverages him into the reverse headlock. He quickly drags Bronson next to the chair, tilts his body to the right slightly, then turns and spins the other way to deliver Annihilation, driving Bill face first through the plate steel chair with brutal impact*
*Bronson lies face down, his head half sandwiched by the wreckage of the mangled steel chair. Jack sits up, takes another look at his handiwork as the crowd boo loudly, and turns his eyes to Joseph Diamond. The Intercontinental champ is just coming to in the corner after losing to Victor Sokolov and being manhandled by Bronson after the match. He sees Rogue's eyes on him, glances once at the state his former attacker is in, and almost dives out of the ring, tumbling between the bottom and middle ropes and landing unsteadily on the ring floor. Jack shouts at Diamond unintelligibly, kicks at the ring ropes once more, then turns around and pauses. He's looking at the Intercontinental title belt, still lying on the ring canvas where the champion dropped it. Rogue walks slowly over to it, picks it up and stares into the centre of its middle plate*
Diamond: HEY! HEY! That's [mine]! Give it back!
*The belt's owner shouts at Jack but shows no intention of entering the ring to reclaim his championship, and one glance from Rogue has him backing up from where he stands by the apron. Jack slowly unfastens the buckle at the back and holds the belt's strap, the title dangling by his side, and looks out into the crowd, who are still booing loudly Rogue's assault of Bronson. The boos escalate when Jack throws his belt-holding hand into the air, holding the championship aloft*
Commentary: Jack Rogue doesn't have a match for Wrestle Dynasty next week as of yet... does this constitute a statement of intent?
*Rogue turns round to face the incensed champion once more, then walks over to the ropes and throws the championship at its owner. Only Diamond's quick reflexes prevent him from being clocked by his own title, as he catches it just in front of his face and leans against the barricade wall. Jack shakes his head at the champion, delivers a final stomp to the just stirring Bill Bronson, then leaves the ring under the bottom rope and walks up the ramp out of the arena as the show cuts to commercial*
-End of segment-
Build is short, yes... but I think it's a WrestleDynasty worthy match, don't you?
The Wrestle Dynasty Pre-Show has begun and to kick it off is the familiar music of the resident "King Of The World", Andersen Vega. The audience lets their voices be heard with an uneven chorus of cheers and boos, the latter being the more dominant, as Andersen Vega walks out from behind the curtain for what could possibly be the first of three times tonight, as he's set to take on former Precision European Champion and General Manager, Ryan Blake, in what will undoubtedly be a very physical contest, and also, should he win his war with Blake, he would have his long overdue opportunity at the World Championship inside an Elimination Chamber match in this evening's main event. Andersen Vega looks as focused as ever, making an emphatic B-line for the squared circle. He walks around the ring and towards the timekeeper's area, grabs a microphone and rolls into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Vega walks around the ring for a collective number of moments, soaking in the cheers and boos and taking a deep breath before raising the microphone to his mouth.
Andersen Vega: "Ya know, for the first time in a long time I had the satisfaction of feeling that. That reaction, the positive and negative was once the one thing that gave me the motivation to walk out here every single night and put on the best performance that I could muster from this beat up corpse of mine."
Again, a mixed reaction is garnered from members of the audience.
Andersen Vega: "Over the past few months my motivation has been severely lacking and so I found myself searching for a fire to light me up. You guys just did that. I know that I've spouted my disdain for you people on several an occasion here and I'm not some bullshitter that'll spout lies just to get a reaction, because I meant it and to a certain extent, I still feel the same way because I felt and I feel like I was there for you for so long, to fight the battles that you wanted me to fight and then when I had a battle that I needed you guys to get me through, I felt like you weren't there."
A light chorus of boos resonate from some probably drunk members of the audience.
Andersen Vega: "I've lived the past year in hatred and depression and quite frankly it's sucking out the enjoyment and the passion to do anything and quite frankly I'm sick of it, because I don't want to be that way no more so from the bottom of my black heart, I'm sorry... And I forgive you." A round of applause and light sounds of cheers can be heard resonating from the audience, which give Vega a small but heartwarming smile.
Andersen Vega: "Now, I need to address something else because I've been here a long damn time. I signed my name to the dotted line in Sony Storm on the 28th of August 2014 and walking into that locker room for the first time and seeing faces like Christian Chaos, Cornelius Matthews, Jack Ambrose, Mike Thunder, Noah Styles, JD Grayson, Ian Jaxs, the legendary Cris Cali..."
Vega chuckles at that last name before continuing.
Andersen Vega: "And The Scat."
A loud pop is garnered for one of the greatest competitors to ever step foot in this place.
Andersen Vega: "It was certainly incredible because I knew that I was walking into the greatest locker room of talent in professional wrestling history and to be apart of it was undoubtedly the biggest honour that has ever been bestowed onto me, and I'm eternally grateful that those guys were able to accept me as part of their family... Even if it took them a while, haha!... But, I've been in the unfortunate position for so long of seeing the greatest era in professional wrestling history come to an end. All of those names that I've just mentioned, bar two, have all moved on from this business, whether it's been a lack of passion, injury or just feeling like they could do no more for the business. I now find myself in a locker room with some of the best in the world, and doing this for as long as I have, I've found it difficult to keep up with them. I'd lost everything that once made me believe that I was the "King Of The World" and I'd come to the mindset that I was no-where near as good as I thought myself to be for so long... And I fucking hate that mindset because hearing your reaction as my music hit lit a fire back into me and now I know for an absolute fact that I am the best! There isn't a man, woman or child in this world that is as good as I am at what I do and I'm tired of everyone and myself saying otherwise because they know, and I know that saying otherwise is a fucking travesty! And tonight, I'm going to prove to everyone! To everybody who dared to doubt me and to prove that what I've said all these years wasn't a lie! Ladies And Gentlemen! I am Andersen Vega! King Of The World and The God Amongst Men!
Andersen Vega, in managing to amp himself up has also managed to motivate the audience as they begin to chant "Vega! Vega! Vega!".
Andersen Vega: "Tonight, I represent Sony Storm! Not Precision! I represent the guys that made Sony Storm the single greatest wrestling show of all time! As much as I hate The Scat, I respect him even more and I promise you that I will not go out like him! I've wanted to be World Champion for so long and tonight, I live that dream! Ryan Blake, Robert, The Blade, Noah Styles, Buster Gates and Will Neilson! You're all standing in between me and my destiny and for that I will run through you all and claim what has been rightfully mine for over 2 years! Tonight, I go to war! Not once, but twice! And like The Charge Of The Light Brigade I face impossible odds! But with a cannon to the right of me! A cannon to the left of me! And a cannon in front of me! I will draw my sword and charge! But unlike the Light Brigade! I will cut my adversaries down! My charge will not be in vein! Tonight! I will go through hell! And I will reemerge the Undisputed! Heavyweight! Champion! Of The World! And with that, Andersen Vega drops his microphone and his music hit. With the fans on their feet, and determination in Vega's eyes, the Pre-Show cuts to a commercial break.
Quite possibly my last promo this year so I tried my best.
