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The Heavies; SS&S Thread... or not. Whatever.
Topic Started: Mar 3 2009, 12:17 AM (76 Views)
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Prime: What?!

The question is bellowed out through a partly opened locker room door. The camera dares venture through the door, and beyond it spies Smarty Smark, Prime, Jim O'Brien, and every last member of SS&S associates sitting around feeling the overwhleming doom and gloom being emitted by the Dual Crown champion. As he pours forth the emotion, Prime paces at a mad pace, smothering his features with his meaty palms. After a few more laps, Prime streaks his hands from his face and casts enraged eyes to his comrades. None of which can bring themselves to look at the desperate man.

Prime: Are you fucking kidding me, Smark?! A ReVolt battle royal where the winner gets a shot at my Dual Crown champinship?! Who the hells idea was this?!

Prime demands answers, and after a moment of tense silence, Smark takes it upon himself to break the silence.

Smark: Keenan...

He says in a hushed voice. Prime damns the very name with a balled fist. He then turns from the group and lays his eyes upon the far wall of the room while throwing his voice over his shoulder. The remainder of the associates sit in silence amongst themselves. The feel in the room is far less jovial than one would expect when you "run" ReVolt.

Prime: Bastard...

Prime spits with regards to Reed G Keenan. Prime turns about to face his comrades, more specifically, Jim O'Brien.

Prime: Well, seeing as Kennan's one stubborn sum bitch, I don't see any way of negotiating some kind of an out, am I right?

Not a peep. But Prime already knows the answer.

Prime: So what are we going to do?

This is one question that isn't cast out for sake of thinking out loud. Prime wants an answer this time, and again, it's Smarty Smark who breaks the heavy silence. However, I don't think Prime is going to like this particular answer.

Smark: You could always go through with this...

Smark says rising from the bench where he had been sitting between O'Brien and Some Kind of Monster. Prime throws his eyes at Smarty who crosses the room, closing the gap between himself and the Goliath champion. He comes in peace, wih his hands held open and moving at a careful pace.

Smark: I mean... what's the big deal? So Keenan throws together a little celebatory rumble... nothing we can't handle, am I right guys?

Smark tosses his question out into the open air for sake of trying to rally the troops together. All he seems to arouse re a few mumblings and rumblings.

Smark: So what's to worry about? A few names scattered in with a bunch of nobodies. Let me first point out that there are more of those nobodies in this match than there are names. So what we're looking at here is a ring full of desperate men. As the old saying goes... desperate men will do desperate things.

Smark's so fond of those old sayings!

Smark: Like for example, form unlikely alliances to dispose of mutual threats. Or perhaps fight in such a way that only a desperate man ever could. Far be it for me to sound like I've been there, but from an experienced point of view, a man will only fights as best he can when he has to. And considering what's on the line, rags to riches is quite the motivator.

Prime: You're not making me feel any better about this, Smark.

Prime interrupts the Super Agent. Smark simply wags a knowing finger however, and continues.

Smark: Just hear me out... you came to me when you won that Dual Crown championship, and you demanded that I get you the best damn competition FIW had to offer. Well, this may not be a measuring stick born of my own ingenius mind, but I'll tell you one thing, champ... this will certainly seperate the best from the rest! And when the time is nye, and you're standing across the ring from your dream contender, I have the utmost confidence that you'll do what you do best, and that's win! What more could you ask for?

Smark says with a huge smile. He's feeling his own spew, but Prime, ever reserved and doubtful, shakes them all off. Smarks smile drops.

Prime: You're an idiot, Smark.

Prime spits.

Prime: First of all, what I could ask for is a name. I'd like to know just who in the hell is coming after my titles! It's not a matter of fearing the roster... it's fearing the unknown! I have no fucking clue who's going to be in that ring with me until the last available minute! I've got twenty-four sum bitches about to pitch sound bytes about how they're gonna run wild through this battle royal and how they're going to effortlessly best me for these Dual Crown titles. What the hell am I suppose to do against all that arrogance and fool hardy momentum? Pitch twenty-four rebutles?! Bullshit...

Prime resorts to vulgarity to sum up his feelings.

Prime: The whole idea is bullshit. No... what I'm going to do is what any man would do if he had the means. I'm going to call in the heavies.

And with that, Prime shoves past Smark and B-lines for O'Brien. Ever since the public thrashing of Onikage, there's been some subtle friction between the Dual Crown Champion, Prime, and the Grand Prix Champion, Jim O'Brien. And that friction is still subtly evident in this setting as much as it was out in the ring.

Prime stands before his associate. Jim looks up at him. Prime looks down at him. Prime glances at Harrison and Cage. Prime looks back down at Jim. Prime grins.
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“I can’t help but be a little concerned…”

…sayeth the Grand Prix Champion, looking up at Prime. Perhaps not comfortable with his current positioning in the room, Jim steps to a vertical base, facing the Evolution of Excellence. Prime’s grin evaporates, as he awaits the ‘words of wisdom’ from his fellow SS&S member. ‘Words’ he perhaps may not want to hear.

O’Brien: “Prime… James…” *smiles* “You’re the baddest man in the company. And you’ve got the baddest back-up that money could buy.”

Jim tilts his head towards Harrison, then Cage, Madrox, Blake, SKoM, then back to Prime.

O’Brien: “We’re all businessmen here. And you can trust that when it all comes down to it… We’ll do what’s best for business.”

Jim gives Prime an assuring smile & nod, which Prime returns with…
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[size0]Thanks, Lita! :)

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<option style="color:black">THE ROUGAROU</option>
<option> Name: </option>
<option>"The Rougarou" Silas Bergeron</option>
<option>Height:</option>
<option>6'6"</option>
<option>Weight:</option>
<option>296 lbs.</option>
<option>Hometown:</option>
<option>The Bayou</option>
<option>Entrance Music:</option>
<option>Led Zeppelin - 'When The Levee Breaks'</option>
<option>Wrestling Style:</option>
<option>Methodical Powerhouse</option>
<option>Signature Moves:</option>
<option> - Sword of Damocles </option>
<option> - Chokeslam </option>
<option> - Bayou Leg Sweep </option>
<option>Finishing Moves:</option>
<option> - Swamp Drop Brainbuster</option>
<option> - Honey Island Swamp Lock </option>
<option>Title History:</option>
<option> - 1x Fighting Spirit Champion</option>
<option>Other Cool Stuff:</option>
<option> - 2014 1st Runner Up, FIW Roleplay of the Year (Family Reunion)</option>
<option> - 2014 FIW Segment of the Year (The Rougarou Cometh)</option>
<option> - 2014 1st Runner Up, FIW Feud of the Year (vs. Mr. GEIST/Deacon DEATH)</option>
<option> - 2014 FIW Duo of the Year (w/ Butch Babineaux)</option>
<option> - 2014 1st Runner Up, FIW Newcomer of the Year</option>
<option> - 2014 & 2015 FIW Manager of the Year (Butch Babineaux)</option>
<option> </option>
<option> Now do you believe in The Rougarou? </option>
</select></center>
<center><select style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8pt; background-color: cadetblue; font-weight: bold; color:black">
<option style="color:black">#SWAGOLITION</option>
<option> Name: </option>
<option>"The Condemned" Lucas Bergeron</option>
<option>Height:</option>
<option>6'4½"</option>
<option>Weight:</option>
<option>235 lbs.</option>
<option>Hometown:</option>
<option>Kandiyohi, Minnesota</option>
<option>Entrance Music:</option>
<option>Black Sabbath - 'Hole in the Sky'</option>
<option>Wrestling Style:</option>
<option>Athletic - Strong Style - Brawler</option>
<option>Signature Moves:</option>
<option> - Exploder Suplex </option>
<option> - Powerbomb </option>
<option> - German Suplex </option>
<option>Finishing Moves:</option>
<option> - The Manhattan Project</option>
<option> - Honey Island Swamp Lock </option>
<option>Title History:</option>
<option> - n/a </option>
<option>Other Cool Stuff:</option>
<option> - 2015 FIW ReVolt Match of the Year (vs. Nemesis, 6/6/15)</option>
<option> - 2015 FIW Feud of the Year (vs. Nemesis)</option>
<option> - 2015 FIW Babyface of the Year</option>
<option> - 2015 FIW Duo of the Year (w/ The Rougarou)</option>
<option> </option>
<option> Just Give The Lunatic A Chance... </option>
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<option style="color:black">THE MAN IN BLACK</option>
<option> Name: </option>
<option>Jim O'Brien </option>
<option>Height:</option>
<option>6'7"</option>
<option>Weight:</option>
<option>290 lbs.</option>
<option>Hometown:</option>
<option>Grant's Lick, Kentucky</option>
<option>Entrance Music:</option>
<option>Motörhead - 'Line in the Sand'</option>
<option>Wrestling Style:</option>
<option>Strong Style Powerhouse</option>
<option>Signature Moves:</option>
<option> - Belly-to-Belly Suplex</option>
<option> - Saito Suplex </option>
<option> - Jackknife Powerbomb </option>
<option> - Hells Bells-plex</option>
<option>Finishing Moves:</option>
<option> - Hells Bells</option>
<option> - F-Bomb</option>
<option>Title History:</option>
<option> - 2x Fighting Spirit Champion </option>
<option> - 1x co-holder of the FIW Tag Team Championships of the World (w/ Jorge O'Brien)</option>
<option> - 1x Ultimate Endurance Champion</option>
<option> - 1x Spirit Of Honour Champion</option>
<option> - 3x Dual Crown Champion</option>
<option> Other Cool Stuff: </option>
<option> - 2015 FIW Hall of Fame inductee</option>
<option> - 2004 TNT Superstar Of The Year</option>
<option> - 2004 Feud Of The Year (w/ Silent Rage)</option>
<option> - 2004 Match Of The Year participant (vs. Silent Rage @ FIW Genocide)
<option> - 2005 1st Runner-Up, TNT Superstar Of The Year</option>
<option> - 2005 Co-Match Of The Year participant (vs. Silent Rage @ FIW Anarchy In The UK)</option>
<option> - 2008 & 2012 Lady Luck Tournament Champion </option>
<option> - 2008 Grand Prix Tournament Champion</option>
<option> - 2008 Match of the Year participant (vs. Liam Mortell vs. Kiyoshi Nakahata @ FIW Summer of Sin) </option>
<option> - 2008 1st Runner-Up, FIW Feud of the Year participant (vs. Ash Koopa)</option>
<option> - 2008 1st Runner-Up, FIW (Face/Heel/Tweener) Turn of the Year</option>
<option> - 2009 ReVolt Match Of The Year participant (vs. Ethan Adams @ ReVolt Against The Champions X)</option>
<option> - 2009 FIW Tag Team Of The Year (The O'Brien Clan, w/ Jorge O'Brien)</option>
<option> - 2009 FIW Duo Of The Year (w/ Kendra O'Brien)</option>
<option> - April 2012 Superstar of the Month</option>
<option> - April 2012 Storyline of the Month ("Dirty Deeds...")</option>
<option> - May 2012 Superstar of the Month</option>
<option> - May 2012 Match of the Month participant (vs. Damien Holburn @ FIW Deadlock)</option>
<option> - July 2012 Co-Match of the Month participant (vs. Mad Dawg @ FIW ReVolt (07/01/12)</option>
<option> </option>
<option> So yeah, Jim was awesome. :-D </option>
</select></center>
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Nothing.

Two of the biggest men in FIW stand nose to nose in the awkward silence that has fallen upon the room. Not so much as a peep from anyone even though every last associate has been stirred to his feet. Even Jims wife, Kendra, stands with concern washing the color from her skin. It's moments like these where things can be shaken to the very foundation.

Prime smirks at Jim.

Ever cautious of his fellow man, Primes paranoia has consumed him to the point where it's questionable as to whether he can even trust his fellow associates. In his mind, Jims words are mired in conspiracy with cryptic undertones and decietful inuendos. Prime truly has the mind-set of a madman. Which raises the question... why would Prime put it to the associates then to help him in what Prime deduces as a moment of need. Why trust who you cannot trust?

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer springs to mind.

Instead of any kind of verbal response, Prime simply extends an open hand. After inspecting it for an eternity, that conveniently fits within a slight moment, Jim takes Primes hand in his and the two bohemoths shake for sake of their deals signifigance. Prime then slowly removes his hands from Jims, backs up the ten feet or so he needs to back up in order to retriev his championship belts, shoulders said belts, and then takes his leave of the SS&S locker room.

Another awkward silence befalls the locker room again as Prime heads out into the hallway, not once bothering to look back at his brothers, and taking with him all that he holds most precious, those Dual Crown championships.

Free of the judgmental eyes of his comrades, or so he would assume them to be, Prime backs himself up against a wall and swings his titles from his shoulders so that he might cradle them in his arms. Hoisting the silver and gold up for a closer look, Prime admires his name-sake etched in each championship plate and then lowers them from sight. Haunting thoughts carry Prime away and leaves an empty shell in his stead.

Are these the final days of Primes shallow championship run?

Stirring Prime from his tormenting madness is (insert name here) as they walk out into the hallway and confronts the champion.
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Chris Cage: Pull your damn head out of your ass.

Shockingly, it is SS&S's newest found associate that leans up against the inside frame of the door in which Prime just took his leave from within. Arms folded and the back of his head pressed against it, Cage's eyes are closed as he tilts his head to the right out the door a bit so Prime can see who exactly is speaking to him.

Chris Cage: I haven't been around the FIW block enough times to know exactly just who the hell you are to be honest, but I know one thing that is always consistent everywhere I've been. Paranoia. That overwhelming feeling in your stomach that creeps up at the most inopportune moments of your career, of your day, of your moment... and causes you to doubt what you strive to believe in.

Prime, you and I have no history. I honestly wouldn't even care if we had history together. Fact of the matter is you need to put a little bit of trust in your team here, whether you want to or not. Do you think it was easy for me to swallow a small feeble portion of my own pride to turn to these people? To call them my "friends" of all terms?

You have more than three of the best in the FIW on your side in that very rumble, that's including yours truly.


Cage launches himself up into a standing position with the foot that was lifted against the door frame as well and steps forward three paces looking down the hallway. He turns to look back inside the room over his shoulder at everyone discussing inaudible topics and subjects and then lowers his head, still yet to make eye contact with Prime.

Chris Cage: Your paranoia of any one of twenty four members of the FIW roster facing you for your title at the last second is clouding your judgment. Far too much, even for my liking. If this were any other time where I didn't feel sorry or pity the present Champion, I wouldn't have opened my mouth and instead instilled fear of even myself coming after your belts. But this is not one of those cases.

Your making irrational decisions based off of horrible thinking patterns. You have an army behind you willing to do more than just wage war. They're willing to suicide bomb themselves into your opponents so you have any kind of advantage. You think not knowing who you will face for your title is scary? Cry me a river. There's a box of tissues back inside the room you can wipe your eyes and blow your nose with. If you can't live up to the pressure of being the Champ, a poor one so far at that, then you might as well hand your belts over now to myself or anyone else as right now you're proving anyone is more worthy of those straps then you.


Cage finally turns and makes his way towards Prime, extending one finger outward he taps on each belt now over each of Prime's shoulders again while eyeing them up then eyeing Prime up himself afterward.

Chris Cage: Are my words and points making sense here? Or are they falling on over-muscular, steroid induced def ears? YOU are the Champ. It's your duty AS Champ to keep a clutch on those belts for as long as you can without backing down to any challenge. No matter what is thrown at you. You overcome the obstacles and you prove you are worthy to say you're the best. The moment you take to hesitate about a challenge you show the kink in your armor and allow even the smallest of normal adversaries to pierce you and steal them right out from under you.

Prime seems to look away for a moment before-

Chris Cage: Hey! Look at me! Get your head in the fucking game!

Cage suddenly winds up and abruptly stops just before slapping Prime across the face, but keeps the palm of his hand about a fraction of an inch from Prime's face who didn't even flinch. Prime stares at Cage who shows signs of a sly grin beneath his serious nature.

Chris Cage: See? There you go. Wasn't so hard was it?

You have your team in the rumble too. And you know what happens if one of us walks out the last man remaining in that ring.


Cage pats one of the two belts on Prime's shoulders with the back of his hand points at Prime for a split second before walking backwards toward the room door.

Chris Cage: Don't worry. We got your back. Whether you want or believe us.

Cage nods his head before turning and making his way back inside leaving Prime alone in the hallway again. The door remains open, but it is unclear if anyone else has anything to say to him.
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