[Critique] PrimeTime Masters
Drew Kutler
Prime Time
[It's Not A Catchy Gimmick]
It's Two Men..
[Simply Re-Inventing..]
The Whole Fuckin' Game.
[Two men..standing square in the middle of your television set..dark surrounds
their every being..The camera pans from the bottom of their feet to the tips of
their faces..What stories could they hold? What legacy may follow them? Are
they men of great power..Men of total dominance? Men with the power to dictate
the world? Or are they..an idle pawn, in the world of big stars, money, and
women..? These unanswered questions that lay before you, hold the key to your
fear. Why are you scared? Because you simply..Don't know..Not knowing is a key
phobia in this world..Not knowing where you step, and where you tread, may very
well lead to one man's downfall..The ancient floor planks make a sound, which
is easily heard from all corners of this abandoned home. Why do you step
forward, when you fear what lays ahead? Because a tingling sensation in the
back of your head, leads your curiosity to run wild. You gradually, continue to
step forth, without knowing of the tainted measures that could be ahead..You
are one step in front of the room where the unknown men stand still..You spit
on the ground, as a salty taste fills your mouth, the sweat becomes unbearable,
as you hope the small sound doesn't make these figures turn to you.. For they
are only a few feet in front of you..You take a quick step back, as the men
turn and face you, their menacing grin, is illuminated by the fire..The first
and smaller man's facial features now become visisble.. male, brown eyes, dread
locks, and a small scarr above his right eye, and on his chin. The second man,
much taller, goatee, crew cut, and a huge build..They beckons for you to come
closer, leading you forth with their left index finger's.. You think
about it, you want to leave, to run, to hide..But the tingling
sensation returns, and your curiosity is outrageously beckoning you closer..
You can now see what each man is clad in.. the smaller man has a white t-shirt
that reads "PrimeTime" in bold red letters, cargo pants, and etnies shoes..The
taller man is wearing a white polo shirt, khaki pants, and nice shoes..As the
smaller man's mouth slowly begins to open, you become frightened, for you do
not know what is within these men of mystery..]
Cyrus Masters: What? You thought we were some generic _DARK_ wrestlers? Yeah, I
wouldn't stoop that low if my life depended on it. [chuckles] ALW? What a
un-talented promotion. Sure, Emery can go out and claim he is the number one
promotion in the whole circuit, but everyone knows Emery simply has a big lot
of washed-out untalented wrestlers. This is when all things change in the ALW.
The rules stripped, the icons created. Ajax, and myself have finally brought
_PrimeTime_ to this promotion. No more old wrestlers who call themselves
legends..We are the leaders of the new revolution in wrestling. The New Breed
you may call it..Above The Law eh? What really is Above The Law though? A few
blunts, a couple 40's..is that Above The Law? Extreme measures taken in the
wrestling ring..broken bones, broken rules, is that Above The Law? Simply put,
being this good..Is _CLEARLY_ Above The Law. Take my words ot the bank, they
are as good as gold. You will soon be able to see what the PrimeTime Masters
can actually conjure in the ring come Sunday...
[Cyrus takes a small step back and pats the larger man Ajax on the back, who
now steps forward..]
Ajax Masters: Outlaw, you've found yourself teamed with Shawn Hawke..I bet you
had no idea what you were getting into. You want to know what your getting into
Outlaw? Your getting in the way of a 6'10", 310 pound man, and the ALW World
Tag-Team Titles. But honestly, do you think you will be standing for much
longer? No, that is entirely not precise. Come Sunday, you will be thrown down
the ladder of greatness you currently stand upon. Thrown down to the depths of
which you aren't custom to..For as long as I can remember Outlaw, you've been
the man on top of things, you've been the man never scared of anything, or
anyone...Sure you were great, sure you were a leader, but come a couple days,
you won't excel for much longer. As soon as I come into that ring Outlaw, I'm
coming right for you..No mercy, no regret, no sorrow, just Cyrus and I gunning
after your ass. Your my target Outlaw..and if your wondering, I'm the
equivalent of a homing missile..Alright, that sounded pretty fuckin' sad..But
nevertheless, your my target Outlaw, and I never miss.
Cyrus Masters: Many a wrestler in this promotion base themselves on trying to
be number one. Number one is the portion of greatness that the PrimeTime
Masters possess. I'm going to lay it out there for you.. Simply put, we ARE
number one..No doubt about it. Once you see our athletic skills, you haven't
seen a wrestling bout. My agility out-does anyone's in this promotion. You have
guys out there, Mr. Tough Guy, Millionaire Mike, Randall Brock.. All of these
men believe one thing..That they are the best. Are they the best? Fuck no. They
are men who believe that they are the best because asshole Emery judges them to
be the best before he even see's their talent. You think for a second a guy
like H2O would have been allowed to be in the main event? Fuck no..Fuck no.
Emery is all about the so called Stars, who could care less about the talent
that is trying to make their way to the top. The talent that actually works
their ass off to become something, the talent that shows their athletic skills
in the ring night after fuckin' night. And for what? Do we ever get a fuckin'
push? Hell no..._HELL_ no. Emery you need to open your eyes man, you need to
see what's taking place around you. You need to realize that PrimeTime Master's
aren't two people to fuck with. We don't play games, we go out there night
after night to win. Nothing more, nothing less. When we are booked, and trust
me it will never be in the high-card because of Emery's antics, but when we
_ARE_ booked. We won't slack off, we won't sit by and hope our past wins us a
matchup like your so-called star's Emery. We will work our ass off night after
night until we have proved everything there is to prove, and we sit a-top your
promotion Emery. It may be us sitting on top without your recognition, hell,
maybe the fans will see us as the top performers, maybe the other people in the
talent roster will recognize us as star's. God knows, maybe one day even you
Emery will see that we are the future of this god damned promotion, whether you
like it or not. I've come to the ALW for one reason..That reason is to prove to
each and everyone of you, that PrimeTime is NOW!
Cyrus Masters: Our destiny begins with Shawn Hawke and Outlaw. Hawke, I don't
know much about you my friend. But what I do know, is you won't stand a chance
in the ring with Ajax and I. We are physically and mentally built up for our
opening bout. No one, not you Outlaw, nor you Hawke will stop us from reigning
on top of this game. You just don't get it do you Outlaw? Starting as of now,
we will bomb your ass, night after fuckin' night. Day after fuckin' day. When
you can't take it anymore Outlaw..We will bomb your fuckin ass once
more..no..twice more. You just don't realize that we aren't 100% dedicated to
the game, we are 250% dedicated. We want the world to take in the new-breed,
and destroy all that is old-school about the game. Revolutionize..that's the
key word...Ajax?
Ajax Masters: Outlaw, Shawn Hawke, stepping into our domain is like stepping
into abomination from a higher-archy of power. We are the dictators, your the
idle surfs, or peon's of this thing we call the game..How will feel to be
crushed by a man of my stature? You can clearly look at me, and fall into awe.
I'm not your average man, i'm above all standards of man, i'm a giant, plain
and simply put. How will you defeat a giant? Let's compare this to a brick wall
Outlaw..Will you throw yourself into this brick wall until it decimates? But
what if this brick wall is unlike any other, what if this brick wall can not
fall. I am telling you right now Outlaw, I _WILL_ not fall, or will I suffice
to your mind-games. You speak of the honor code Outlaw, a code I do not follow.
Honor is not in my book, destruction, abomination..these are things I hold to
be true in _MY_ book. PrimeTime isn't an idle tag-team to be thrown about into
various matchups..no..PrimeTime is a force to be reckoned with..A force that
will re-write all record books and say.._WE ARE THE NEW FUCKIN' GAME_. This
force, is what will take _YOU_ Outlaw and make your life in the ALW, a living
hell. How will it feel when all that you have known, all that you have fought
for over the years, was taken away from you..out from under you..and displayed
by the PrimeTime Masters? I know your game Outlaw, I know your a ticking time
bomb ready to set off at any moment, but Outlaw..I have the knowledge, the key
to defusing your time bomb, and with time..All that you have ever gained in
this game, will mean nothing. When your standing square in the center oif the
ring, and your looking up at all six foot ten of me, you will realize that you
have finally found your match..That wrestling, will never be the same again..
Ajax Masters: You Outlaw, your a man of discipline..Cyrus, I.. We are the thing
that creeps upon you, the thing in the back of your head telling you that you
don't have much time left in this game, we are the ones who lead the revolution
in the ALW. The new breed revolution that in which will take over the game...
[Ajax takes a seat on a wooden bench to the right side of your television.
Cyrus steps forward, as Ajax looks down..]
Cyrus Masters: Basically Ajax, you pretty much scared the living shit out of
me, and probably the whole fuckin' audience. You've got alot of backing to your
words, hell you don't even have to prove anything, nor say anything, looking at
you freaks the shit out of me. Nevertheless..Indictment. A pay-per-view for the
ages says Emery, a card that could not be booked better than this..Please, give
me a fuckin' break. Millionaire Mike, and Mr. Tough Guy headlining..and you
think it's the best booking job you've ever done? [chuckles] You must not
comprehend what the _BEST_ really is. You could book Ajax..You could book me..
you could book both of us together, and we will still turn your show from, a
washed-out Milly Mike, and Mr. Tough Guy main event, to a fuckin' PrimeTime
display of utter talent. You want to see head's beaten? Men's honor stripped
from them within a matter of moments? Blood? Suicidal moves? Broken bones?
Broken rules? Then watch this Sunday, as the PrimeTime Masters take two men,
and turn them into boys. Shawn Hawke, the "Ideal Assassin"..Being Ideal isn't
being a no-talent pussy like yourself Mr. Hawke.. Being Ideal is being
differant than the rest, being out of control, being out of the ordinary,
re-inventing one show, and turning it into a whole new show. That's what I
do..That's what..
[Turns to Ajax and points at him..turns back to the camera smirking..]
Cyrus Masters: That's what.._WE_ do. Ajax, and I..We are a family. A family of
two young wrestler's out there to prove to the world that we actually have what
it takes. Shawn Hawke, Outlaw..Your no family..Your two men who have brash
ego's and wish you were still as good as you both once were. That's not saying
much for you Hawke, you never were anything to begin with. But Outlaw, you were
something...keyword.._WERE_. Hawke, I don't plan on hearing much from you,
basically because you shouldn't have much to talk about. No one knows you, nor
does anyone care about you. I've seen some of your past work Hawke, some of
your past interviews, to tell the truth, it reminds me of an irritating buzzing
sound that can't be avoided..hmph..I'll just try my best to listen to your
meanless words come time you do speak your thoughts, fuck..maybe your to scared
to speak once you saw my big friend speak his mind. Hell, I would be scared,
and I am just lucky he's on my side. Hawke, I'd watch your ass kid. We've
selected you as our first target's..What happens next? Well, Sunday PrimeTime
get's it's first chance to display our skills. We won't sit by as other
wrestler's try and put on a better show than us..No one, I mean _NO ONE_ will
put on a better show than the PrimeTime Masters. Ajax, and I, are coming out
there Sunday, gunning at one thing, the ALW World Tag-Team Titles. No one has
them as of yet, therefore they are vacant. Vacant they currently stand, vacant
they will not be for much longer. PrimeTime holds the key to the future of not
only wrestling, but the future of Tag-Team Wrestling. Many a man believes they
are the best, many a man believes they are champions. But until you've stepped
in the ring with Ajax or I..Your not a champion, one of the best, nor are you
even a man. Your an idle pawn to be thrown about, made fun of, and even laughed
at. All of you speak harsh, brash, words..Not many of you can back up those
words. Sure, call us cocky, brash, arrogant..but know this...we _WILL_ back up
all words we preach. Say we can't do it, say we aren't good enough, say we are
rookies..Good. We will use all of that in the front of our minds, to help us
push that much more. Defeat Outlaw? Many say it can't be done..Some say it
won't be..Some say it's an impossible task. Fuck that, we are about to do it
anyways...
[Ajax steps up once more, and looks into the camera, as Cyrus prancess around
in a circle, and looks back smiling..]
Ajax Masters: Outlaw, This game isn't about talking the best, or looking the
best, its presenting yourself in the ring the best. In this sport the game
simply doesn't wait. If your not out there night after night, day after fuckin'
day, then your going to be dropped to the bottom faster than you can count to
10. I know firsthand man..I've been in that fuckin' position and trust me it
ain't great Outlaw. Is that honestly where you want to be man? Right now hell,
your around the top of the ladder..but what happens when I beat the living shit
out of you this weekend? You'll be going down the ladder so hard, you'll hit
your nuts on every fucking rung on it. This is our chance for the revolution to
begin, our chance for the spotlight starts Sunday. We've been sitting here for
2 fuckin' months, and I'm not taking it anymore. I love this game, this game
loves me..This is my life. Do you honestly think I'm going to let you take away
my life Outlaw? If you do, then I'd like to ask if anyone has ever come up to
you and simply stated..Just how fuckin' dumb are you? You don't understand how
much I want this Outlaw. You don't understand how badly I can defeat you. You
still think your the best, but open your eyes man! Come on! Your not the best
anymore! New people have come, new talent, your old-school antics are not alive
anymore, their dead.. soon how your career will be. Take heed to my words
Outlaw, because Sunday will be oh one fuck of a bloody sunday. Shawn Hawke, I
honestly, don't know who tha' fuck ya' are kid. But you know, that's a good
thing, because basically, that means you don't know who I am. And oh god, there
isn't anything better than stepping into a ring, with a man who knows nothing
about me. You, I can clearly predict, are just another one of those jackasses
that run around in circles, talking shit, and trying to take names. You see
Hawke, I don't try and take names, I _DO_ take names...Shawn Hawke, Outlaw.
Your not a team, your not even two men who want to try and work together, your
two men that will get ego-busted some Sunday. I'm not here to speak misguided
phrases, I'm hear..simply put, to tell of your destiny. Outlaw, your going to
come out, speak a few words, go in your little _POLISH_ library that you've
found yourself in many a time, then your going to give me a little phrase from
some novel that you have supposedly read, by this time, your already speaking a
mile a minute, trying to show the world that it's philosophy that runs the
game. Your going to come in Sunday, confident with your idiotic partner Shawn
Hawke. By this time, you know, your ready, your all pumped up and you think
this will be one more mark in the win column for you. You step into the ring
through the middle rope, and you bump into something, what's this? A 6'10"
giant of a man? You will see Cyrus using high-flying tactics you've never even
visioned before, and when you think it's all over, and you think you've lost,
but you still have your honor..I'm stepping back into the ring, and beating
your ass until your so brusied up, you can't even see the light of day..
[Cyrus steps up to the camera, as both men look sternly into it. Cyrus bends
over looking into the camera, he flips up his dreadlocks behind his head, and
holds up his middle finger to the camera..]
Cyrus Masters: You see this finger? It means fuck you emery, fuck what you
have, fuck the alw, fuck your honor, fuck outlaw's philosophy's on life, and
fuck everyone who doesn't think we can handle the ring..
[Ajax puts on a goofy face and then turns and holds out his hands and looks at
Cyrus..]
Ajax Masters: Cyrus! There is no time for this!
[Cyrus smirks, puts on a goofy look, as he looks at Ajax. Cyrus turns back
sternly to the camera as Ajax holds up his index finger indicating "one"..]
Cyrus Masters: Your right! It's PRIMETIME!
[Both men shake their heads, and walk off as the camera stays on the scene for
awhile, and then fades to black..As a INDICTMENT PPV commercial comes to your
screen.]
=================================
Drew Kutler
Guerril...@aol.com
_LoneStar Championship Wrestling_
[Handler Of]
["The Modern Day Lucifer" Omen]-[PrimeTime Masters]
"Don't Hate Me Because I Hate You."
Josh O.
channels.
>You spit on the ground, as a salty taste fills your mouth
No, I didn't spit.
>You take a quick step back, as the men turn and face you
No, I didn't step back.
--
Josh
- Stop ordering me around, damn it!
Jimmy Fuller
but depending on your fed they may allow it. Perhaps break the conversation
down into smaller paragraphs to get your point across as well as get your
character across. It really truly depends on the fed head. Some fed heads
like long paragraphs while others are more like myself and want smaller
paragraphs.
Jimmy Fuller
"It's coming right for us!!!"
"Drew Kutler" <guerril...@aol.comeEatMe> wrote in message
news:20010408143700...@ng-ch1.aol.com...
TJ58
TJ Masters
Handler of:
"Simply Perfect" TJ Masters
The Reaper (AWP, CSW)
Jase7779
>
>No, I didn't spit.
I did. We all chew baccer' down here in......
[dramatic pause...]
Eh_Vee_Dubba_Ya
[Waits for Foley cheap pop.]
Jase
* Disappointed. Oh well, cheap plug :)
avw...@yahoo.com
http://www.efeduniverse.com/avw/
Handler of Hook Watkins
I suck, but hey, I'm a Free Agent now~!
DrewK911
>
>TJ Masters
>Handler of:
>"Simply Perfect" TJ Masters
>The Reaper (AWP, CSW)
>
-Drew
*Undefeated against guys named TJ, last names rhyming with blasters.
Josh O.
>*Undefeated against guys named TJ, last names rhyming with blasters.
What does W-L record have to do with successful e-wrestling? I'm betting this
Masters guy is alot more mature than you are, and doesn't mind losing for
angles sake.
--
Josh
- AOL Feds are all about tha Dubbaya, Babay~!
--
Josh
Handles: Joshua Blake (I'm around)
Drew Kutler
>Masters guy is alot more mature than you are, and doesn't mind losing for
>angles sake.
>
To bad he roleplayed more times than me.. Talkin' out of your ass, a way of
life? Nah, just ignorance in it's finest form.
>--
>Josh
> - AOL Feds are all about tha Dubbaya, Babay~!
>
>
>--
>Josh
>Handles: Joshua Blake (I'm around)
>
Josh O.
>life? Nah, just ignorance in it's finest form.
Ignorance, naw... Just got burned once in an AOL fed, and I've never looked at
them the same again. I'm sure this TJ guy switched over to "NET" for the same
reason.
--
Josh
Brendan Horton
>of
>life? Nah, just ignorance in it's finest form.
To(o) bad those three sentences make absolutely no sense coming one after
another (or at all for that matter) and just reinforce the statement made by
that other dude . . . Josh. If you want to provide yourself with some sort of
defense or rebuttal, please make it legible and even possibly sensible, if it
isn't to(o) much to ask. Thank you. You can read this in between masturbation
sessions if you wish. Damn, almost a whole post of mine without one slip of
immaturity. Oh well . . .
- Brendan Horton
Respond. I dare you.
(1,938,583,283,381.50 - 0 - 0) UNDEFEATED BABY~!
Josh O.
--
Josh
- Amen!
H2O
AOL feds were always better than Net feds. RP feds where win loss records matter were always better than angle feds. Shootclub was a rare and great hyrbid of both. But AOL feds were the high point of e-feds period.
DeadHead4Obama
eWrestlings been on the decline as of late and I think its this type of attitude thats to blame. We were all immature douche nozzles back in the day that cared way too much about this hobby that is supposed to be _FUN_!!!
I think the big test here to decipher the greatness of both would be the longevity -- are there even AOL feds out there anymore? Are they just 'board feds' now??? What even _IS_ a net fed, since ya know, we all use the Internet to access this wonderful hobby...
I guess my point is that eW comes in all sizes and flavors. Everyone has to the rgiht to believe THEIR brand is the best, but the truth is... It's just different slivers of the same onion man.
H2O
Once upon a time there was quite a lot of hate sent my way from this new group and I thought it was pretty funny to come back here and "have the last word."
I don't think the opinion I was expressing actually even exists in anyone who has thought about e-feds in a decade so I doubt its killing e-wrestling today.
The only e-feds I'm in today are the IWA (not really an E-fed) TWG (not really an e-fed) and a real e-fed I play with a few local friends which I do play on the AOL fed model.