Post by “The Relentless” Conor Caine on Apr 26, 2023 15:43:00 GMT -5
[Earlier in the show]
The fans leap to their feet as Conor Caine walks out from behind the curtain, JWA Heavyweight Title over his shoulder - the centre-plate clutched over his heart.
LeRay: A great reception for the new JWA Heavyweight Champion!
Beeman: The belt and the reception are both more than he deserves!
Dressed in street clothes, Caine looks around at the cheering fans before beating his chest in solidarity with them, and hoisting the belt in the air. He heads to the ring and calls for a mic.
Caine: It was a long, tumultuous journey to get here, but I did what I said I was gonna do and I fought like hell against two of the best wrestlers in the world - and, my God, there were more than a few times I feared that Red Pirate Rogers was gonna slip my grip and kick my head clean off - but we’re here now and The Relentless Era can truly begin!
Caine raises the belt again and the fans cheer. He takes it in for a moment then puts the belt over his shoulder and continues…
Caine: That’s right, this isn’t the end of the journey - it’s just the beginning. This belt isn’t a trophy: When you carry the JWA Heavyweight title on your shoulder, you’re carrying a heritage of excellence; a legacy of bravery and integrity; you’re carrying history on your shoulder and, if you carry it right, you can become part of history itself. And that is what The Relentless Era is: it’s my opportunity to honour the reigns of the giants who wore this belt before me: giants like Arizona Chance (cheers), Mack Caliber (cheers), and Red Pirate Rogers (pop to the rafters), to name but a few. I’ll carry this belt with the reverence and dignity they did, and prove why my time is now by answering every challenge and vanquishing any challenger!
The fans cheer as Conor takes a circle of the ring, before stopping dead-centre.
Caine: But that’s the path ahead. Before I start on that path, there’s just one piece of business to take of care of first… Duke Mongoose and “Lord” Taylor Thorin!
The fans boo and start a chorus of “Duke Sucks” and “Thorin Sucks” chants.
Caine: I haven’t forgotten that little cheap shot after the main event last week, Duke. And I know I’m not the only one sick and tired of you two running around with your sycophantic little man-servants, blindsiding anybody you can to get ahead. Well, you blindsided the wrong guy for the last time when you cheap-shotted me last week, so here’s what it’s gonna be… next week, I’m gonna see you two jabronis right here in this ring.
The fans pop.
Caine: And I know Kip wants to ban your little bootlickers from ringside but I’ve learned from experience that those snakes are even slipperier when you can’t keep an eye on them. So rather than ban them from ringside, I’m asking Kip to allow them to come down here where everybody can keep an eye on them… and when I say “everybody,” I mean everybody.
Caine: I’m proposing we have a lumberjack match, with the entire locker room at ringside! Let’s see what crap you two can pull off when every single person you’ve crossed lately is standing at either side of you, and your back-up is well and truly neutralised! And if you think you’ll be teaming up on Conor Caine, you’re dead wrong. This is gonna be a tag team lumberjack match, playa: Nona’s Boy and Lord Silver Spoon versus Conor Caine and the one, the only… Mack Caliber!
The fans explode with the mere mention of Mack’s name.
Caine: It’s time to pay the piper boys, and the piper’s currency is… Relentless Aggression!
Caine’s music hits and he climbs a turnbuckle to celebrate with the fans.
The fans leap to their feet as Conor Caine walks out from behind the curtain, JWA Heavyweight Title over his shoulder - the centre-plate clutched over his heart.
LeRay: A great reception for the new JWA Heavyweight Champion!
Beeman: The belt and the reception are both more than he deserves!
Dressed in street clothes, Caine looks around at the cheering fans before beating his chest in solidarity with them, and hoisting the belt in the air. He heads to the ring and calls for a mic.
Caine: It was a long, tumultuous journey to get here, but I did what I said I was gonna do and I fought like hell against two of the best wrestlers in the world - and, my God, there were more than a few times I feared that Red Pirate Rogers was gonna slip my grip and kick my head clean off - but we’re here now and The Relentless Era can truly begin!
Caine raises the belt again and the fans cheer. He takes it in for a moment then puts the belt over his shoulder and continues…
Caine: That’s right, this isn’t the end of the journey - it’s just the beginning. This belt isn’t a trophy: When you carry the JWA Heavyweight title on your shoulder, you’re carrying a heritage of excellence; a legacy of bravery and integrity; you’re carrying history on your shoulder and, if you carry it right, you can become part of history itself. And that is what The Relentless Era is: it’s my opportunity to honour the reigns of the giants who wore this belt before me: giants like Arizona Chance (cheers), Mack Caliber (cheers), and Red Pirate Rogers (pop to the rafters), to name but a few. I’ll carry this belt with the reverence and dignity they did, and prove why my time is now by answering every challenge and vanquishing any challenger!
The fans cheer as Conor takes a circle of the ring, before stopping dead-centre.
Caine: But that’s the path ahead. Before I start on that path, there’s just one piece of business to take of care of first… Duke Mongoose and “Lord” Taylor Thorin!
The fans boo and start a chorus of “Duke Sucks” and “Thorin Sucks” chants.
Caine: I haven’t forgotten that little cheap shot after the main event last week, Duke. And I know I’m not the only one sick and tired of you two running around with your sycophantic little man-servants, blindsiding anybody you can to get ahead. Well, you blindsided the wrong guy for the last time when you cheap-shotted me last week, so here’s what it’s gonna be… next week, I’m gonna see you two jabronis right here in this ring.
The fans pop.
Caine: And I know Kip wants to ban your little bootlickers from ringside but I’ve learned from experience that those snakes are even slipperier when you can’t keep an eye on them. So rather than ban them from ringside, I’m asking Kip to allow them to come down here where everybody can keep an eye on them… and when I say “everybody,” I mean everybody.
Caine: I’m proposing we have a lumberjack match, with the entire locker room at ringside! Let’s see what crap you two can pull off when every single person you’ve crossed lately is standing at either side of you, and your back-up is well and truly neutralised! And if you think you’ll be teaming up on Conor Caine, you’re dead wrong. This is gonna be a tag team lumberjack match, playa: Nona’s Boy and Lord Silver Spoon versus Conor Caine and the one, the only… Mack Caliber!
The fans explode with the mere mention of Mack’s name.
Caine: It’s time to pay the piper boys, and the piper’s currency is… Relentless Aggression!
Caine’s music hits and he climbs a turnbuckle to celebrate with the fans.
