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Paradise; [HCM, R&R]
Topic Started: Jun 29 2010, 02:17 AM (79 Views)
Kyle
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Prepare yourself.
Imagine the most relaxing and remote beach you can in your mind, that's where we're at now. The water is clear blue, completely see through in color. With the sun glaring down from above it manages to hit the sand at just the right angle giving the illusion of millions of sparkling diamonds. Rotate the direction of view a little to the left bringing Hollywood Chainsaw Massacre into picture.

Keith and Clay are both in swimming shorts that have unique designs accustom to their class, each man is also wearing their half of the FIW World Tag Team Championships, the gold gleaming brilliantly. For some reason in between the two is a monkey, except he's dressed in a jacket and hat that makes him look like a butler. Held in his little hands is a tray with a bottle of Popsi stuck in a bucket filled to the top containing ice. Neither man is taking life too seriously at the moment. Underneath them both is a lounge chair and the shade is just right provided by the large umbrella stuck in the sand.

To go along with the other animal is a beautiful white tiger that has completely stretched itself out. Making sure that it stays where it is; a collar has been placed around the neck of the tiger attached to a solid chain that is sunk deep into the ground via a metal stake that has been hammered.

Keith Williams: "Ah, what a great day it is. Hollywood Chainsaw Massacre is back on top as the most dominant tag team in the world. The Popsi is ice cold. And we just recently acquired a tiger, because having a tiger says you're one classy motherfucker."

He reaches over to grab a glass that has already been poured with Popsi. Williams sips from the glass and lets out a refreshing sigh.

Keith Williams: "The only unfortunate thing is that Ash Koopa seems to have been knocked for a loop after I smashed in his head. What opportunities have I had outside of this recent rumble? There have been none. I still don't consider the rumble a respectable rematch either. I want Jenny Chennault one on one, all to myself. She continues to talk trash and use sailor like language, but that's only because she knows her time is coming to an end. The Dual Crown isn't the business of Ash Koopa, it's MY business!"

Another sip of Popsi, another refreshing sigh. A turn of attention towards Clay Krueger shows him continuing to hold his tongue as he lets his partner express himself. 'Chainsaw' just relaxes and continues to enjoy the scenery.

Keith Williams: "Alas, I have my GOLD back. Clay Kruger also has his GOLD back. On Sunday we reclaimed what is rightfully ours, with my partner getting the much needed revenge he needed over that loser, Snake. S-Neo is nothing but a faint memory, because we're moving on to bigger and better things. They've proven to be nothing except one win wonders. All this time they questioned our unity, yet they themselves didn't work cohesively. I even seem to believe seeing Neo help throw Snake over the top after catching a replay of that rumble match. Hollywood Chainsaw Massacre is the greatest tag team in FIW today. We accept only the best competition for our straps, we expect nothing less."

The Hollywood Playboy lounges further in his chair, spreading out all limbs as he lazily places the glass in his hand back on the tray held by the monkey butler.

Keith Williams: "This week on ReVolt we're back in tag team action where we belong. Drake Love and Pyotr Sadovsky seem to have a bone to pick with the both of us. After enough shots to the head I would think the bald headed one would get it. You're never going to win this battle you're trying to wage with me, Drake. The only way in hell you're ever getting at me is if you get through Clay. We work as a team, Hollywood Chainsaw Massacre is a legacy that will not be stopped. I have his back, and he has mine. I'm not going to just let some has been walk back in the company I've worked hard to preserve. You had your chance in the spotlight, and you blew it. I'm sorry your rookie got in the way, but I had to teach him a harsh lesson of this business."

Interrupting him for a bit, the tiger lets out a loud growl and gets to its feet. It steadily paces back and forth where it can because of the length of the chain. Noticing his animal friend's anxiety, Keith fetches a raw steak from a cooler that lies just behind him. He throws the meat at the tiger and it gladly eats it in a few bites.

Keith Williams: "Pyotr Sadovsky thinks because I crashed his match last week he has a reason to be mad at me. It's not my fault you weren't prepared and aware of your surroundings. I have every right to be pissed off after what happened. I was in that rumble the longest of anyone. Keith Williams was the better man to win on Sunday, not you. You should have just put yourself out of the picture, because when you decided to go after the DC you gave me a reason to break you. I don't give a shit about you, comrade. We've tangled before in the past with me coming out on top. If I have to I'll snap your arm right off your body. I'm a giant killer. After what I did last week do you really think I'm intimidated by this challenge? I'm a man with GOLD in his sights, and I'll do whatever it takes to obtain it. Hollywood Chainsaw Massacre is going to do exactly to Drake and Pyotr what we did to Rick Nuller. Deliver a hot, sloppy Alabama Hot Pocket."

Now done with what he has to say, Williams leaves the floor, or rather the sand, open to Krueger for him to speak.
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Clay nods in agreement with everything Keith said, he opens his mouth and is about to speak when Lara Toni approaches. The beautiful wife of Clay Krueger is dressed in a skimpy black bikini accompanied by sarong and she rather draws the breath away.

Clay: “I’m about to speak, do you mind?”

Lara: “I was just coming to thank Keith for my training, the training he gave me before the Cruiserweight Invitational and ReVolt Rumble. Anyway, why are you hanging around here and not having a big celebration like last time?”

Clay scoffs and shakes his head, no celebration it seems.

Clay: “Shall I tell you why not? Last time we won the Tag Team Championships from the Koreans and it was an occasion worth celebrating. Defeating S-Neo and regaining our titles is not a celebratory occasion, it’s deserved.”

Lara shrugs and walks off, kicking a beach ball back at Clay and he catches it.

Clay: “You and I, Keith, we are the CHAIRmen of FIW. Boom! Down goes Drake Love. Boom! Down goes Sadovsky, Koopa and Chennault!”

They relive their respective chair shots, demonstrating how they blasted so many with the steel equalisers.

Clay: “Did you catch Drake Love, bitching? I hit him with a chair and suddenly he’s carrying it around like a safety blanket. Don’t get me wrong, he’s held gold in FIW before and we know that feels. Fair enough, it’s an impressive resume. But he talks about an education, allow the lesson to begin. What Drake needs to realise is that since he was here, the pecking order has changed. There is a better class of villain now who grace the FIW ring than he was used to before, that’s Hollywood Chainsaw Massacre.”

A glass of cold refreshing Popsi is delivered to Clay Krueger and he takes a sip, swigging it around in his mouth before spitting out into the sand as if it were a taste test of a fine wine. Accepting the specimen, the butler monkey places a napkin beside Clay and then the glass atop it.

Clay: “The steel chair was a message that neither one of us is to be messed with. You go after Keith Williams, you get Clay Krueger and vice versa. Couldn’t agree more with your sentiments on that one, partner. I’m actually glad that he has kept that chair, he can sit on it at ringside while be put the Pocket to Pyotr Sadovsky. He’s got no right facing you or even speaking your name until he’s proven his mettle.”

Krueger and Williams bump fists - HCM 4 Life!

Clay: “At this time, I want to read out an obituary for S-Neo.”

His wife’s ears prick up.

Lara: “Rub it in why don’t you?! Are you crazy??”

Clay: “As a former psychiatric patient I take great offence to that. I said I want to read out an obituary but I can’t, Because there is so little to say. They really don’t deserve remembering.”

Clay gloats. Oh how I’ve missed saying that.

Clay: “The fact of the matter is that Hollywood Chainsaw Massacre are the only cohesive unit left on the roster. I don’t count Bad Girls since they started lezzing up, hey Keith, what do you think about inviting them in? Every great Hollywood outfit has dancers. We could have a private show every nigh-”

Krueger’s jovial comment is interrupted by a cold icy stare from Lara Toni, Bad Girls in HCM not quite such a good idea then.

Clay: “I’d have sympathy for Neo, except we did warn him… didn’t we? I told him that Snake’s petulance would come around to bite them on the ass and I was right! I warned Neo that Snake couldn’t be trusted but the biggest ego in the world wouldn’t take my word for it. Snake was a ticking time bomb, I could see that when he stole Krychek’s Cruiserweight Championship.”

A smug grin fills Clay’s face, he did say that.

Clay: “Before I forget, bravo Keith! Not only on the Tag Team Championship victory but the Rumble performance and the way you made an impact in the Dual Crown Championship match. For too long you have been overlooked and Tanaka will have to give you a rematch now.”

The tiger continues to prowl and purr loudly. Clay points to the big cat.

Clay: “That tiger reminds me of Drake. High up on the food chain but not the King of the jungle. The King of jungle is a lion, we are the lions and Drake is the tiger. He plays second fiddle to Hollywood Chainsaw Massacre and he always will. The problem is that we’re surrounded by stupid people. Look at Drake, declaring he still wants revenge despite repeated warnings. El Valiente has a dream yet it’s a meaningless tag team match, not a title shot or a contendership and Neo still doesn’t quite get it that he’s an island unto himself.”

Krueger finishes his Popsi and nips up to his feet. He approaches the tiger and begins stroking it.

Clay: “I think its time that the entire roster understands who are to be respected and feared. This is a notice that the best, just got better.”

He motions to his Tag Team Championship belt firmly fastened around his waist and it glints in the sun.
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Still on the beach, it's useful that monkey butlers are good for more than refreshing glasses of Popsi. Clay has had the monkey hold a TV monitor and has been watching the Snake promo recorded after ReVolt. He's also been applying sun cream to her back as she sits in front of him. Clay is having a grand ol' time finding Snake's promo amusing and he nudges a resting 'Hollywood Playboy'.

Clay: “Have you heard this drivel? And ever from anybody so bland?”

Keith shakes his head, let's face it he has bigger and better fish to fry than little Snake. Keith inquiries as to what he was saying.

Clay: “Let me put it this way, in the form of a question. Which FIW athlete garners no crowd reaction whether he's kissing up to the fans like a goody-two-shoes or heinously turning on his own partner?”

Pause.

Clay: “And here's your answer!”

Krueger points to Snake's picture on the little TV screen (monkey's can't hold plasmas now can they?!) and the two members of Hollywood Chainsaw Massacre cackle with laughter.

Clay: “The guy's got zero heat. It'd be sad if it wasn't so funny. Are we really supposed to believe that he only just noticed that Neo had the biggest ego in the company? Really??? We clocked it as soon as we met Neo, why's he so far behind the rest of us? It's like what I was saying earlier, we warned Neo that Snake would stab him in the back and he did. We warned Snake that Neo would put himself above the team... and he did! If they'd have listened to us, none of this would have happened and the world would be a better place for it. Once again, surrounded by stupid people. They bring it on themselves, really.”

HCM clink glasses in agreement, Clay even has a pinky sticking out. Class personified, I think you'll find.

Clay: “I mean, he says he could see William James' ego but not Neo's? Talk about rose-tinted specs. Smacks of desperation to me, all this talk of Krychek softening James up. Now he's trying to kiss up to Krychek like he used to the pathetic supporters by taking my achievement and pass it off to his 'leader'. If you really want to show him how you feel then let him give you a sloppy, wet, Alabama Hot Pocket... oh, wait... that'd be gimmick infringement. Just get down on your knees and give him a treat.”

More laughter from Hollywood Chainsaw Massacre. They are in a good mood today and why wouldn't they be? The small matter of Drake Love and Pyotr Sadovsky can wait.

Clay: “I see through what they were doing at ReVolt Against The Champions. This however many-on-one beat down of Neo Carner, they were trying to steal the spotlight from you, Keith. Your handsome face was all over that broadcast, and with good reason, yet they try to make a lasting impression by giving Neo a pair of concrete shoes. How desperate of them. Couldn't win a wrestling match like we did so must attack the egomaniac. What bravery on display. Pathetic!”

Krueger shakes his head in disgust and Lara follows suit. She then gets up to have her picture taken with the tiger.

Clay: “He said something about us having inflated egos, killing careers, no respect for the business, only in it for the money, willing to do whatever it takes to hold onto the titles... that does actually sound like us.”

Keith agrees. HCM summed up rather perfectly.

Clay: “And then of course he got in his little cheap shot about how I'm a Krychek rip-off.”

Keith spits out his Popsi in shock and shakes his head. The monkey provides a heated face towel for Keith to dab away any soda on his chin.

Clay: “Tell me about it! The difference between us, Snake and his new BFF is that we make an impact and a lasting impression. Clambering for revenge against us this week is Drake, Sadovsky, Cyclops, Rick Nuller, Neo and Ash Koopa. Who is gunning for Snake? Just Neo? Wow, way to big yourself up. Look at him joining the Brotherhood, can't beat them so join them it seems. If that were the case with HCM we'd have the entire roster stood with us and unlike Brotherhood, we don't let losers in. They must be the most ridiculous band on rag-tag degenerates I've ever seen, actually isn‘t there a law against so many ugly people being together in the same group? There should be. Not even a household name between them, we've got two right here!”

That draws an annoyed look from Lara, she's a former Hellcat Champion damnit!

Clay: “The Brotherhood will always be our bitch, ready to slap around when we see fit. I’ve never been beat by any Brotherhood member! Snake is just lost in the shuffle of the other six or seven hangers-on. And for all his bravado about how they're better than us... you beat Snake one-on-one, I pinned Snake for the titles and I pinned Krychek last week with a foot on his chest, no less. I told Snake that when we stopped his miracle tag team reign, he'd be back down in the midcard... and there he is! Second match of the night? Wow, what a slap in the face! Where are we? Fourth. We'd be the Main Event if it wasn't for El Valiente's idiotic 'dream' and it being Havok's show…”

Clay pauses, he's remembering something.

Clay: “That reminds me, I need to have a word with Havok at some point this week to find out what stipulation he has prepared for us. He's a good friend, he'll have something lined up to our advantage.”

Keith looks pleased with that, the two members of HCM chill on the sandy beach having put the world (and FIW Universe) to rights. HCM are legit, they don't appreciate people talking about them without permission.
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Keith Williams: "Somebody get me a monkey!"

We return to the comfortable beach oasis that Hollywood Chainsaw Massacre has called home for the time being. Keith leads a butler monkey over to where he is by grabbing the coat on its back. The monkey stands beside him with a monitor held by both little hands.

Keith Williams: "The Russian retard has managed to crawl out of his hole to make a few comments. He seems to remember our one on one encounter where I beat him, but he doesn't remember the other encounter we had where I nearly tore his arm off."

The Hollywood Playboy touches a button on the monitor and it displays the following:

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Ka-Blam. There's Jenny going crashing down, down, down, from a long way up. All the while Sadovsky is trying to punch his way out out of a variety of holds, which is difficult to manage from out of the Fujiwara Armbar. Very difficult indeed. Doesn't stop him pulling Keith off by the Moustache. Well, any possible way he has that he can think of to get any type of advantage. Pyotr is on top in a flash, putting a pummelling down on Keith's face, while Jenny tries to roll away after that huge suplex, and instead gets whipped across the floor into a guard-rail, and with the blood-loss [and possibly some mysterious lurgy] starting to catch up with him he stumbles after her. His face is covered in blood by this point. Meanwhile, Keith has held onto one fist, and twisted around into a Kimura, or a Chickenwing Armlock, and forces Pyotr down and off him with that Dirty Sanchez!

CM: The Dirty Sanchez!

JH: That just sounds... Wrong.

Sadovsky is flailing around with his free arm towards the ropes, as Jenny's fist tape has been painted red. The Russian Bear is utterly refusing to tap. Williams hooks his leg over and rolls him onto his Back!!!

One!

Two!!

THREE!!!


MA: Here are your winners, by Pinfall, the team of Nick Allen and Keith WIIIIIIILLIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAMMSSSSSS!!!

CM: Get this man a Dual Crown shot, Post Haste!!!

JH: Hold on a second, that was Sadovsky. No easy feat, to be sure, but...

CM: Dual. Crown.


Williams touches the same button again on the monitor and it goes back to darkness with nothing on it.

Keith Williams: "You can promise all you want, Pyotr, but you'll always come up short in the end. Which is actually a funny thing considering your size. I've beat you before, and last week I nearly broke your back with a chair. When are you going to get it? Bring the fight, that's what I expect out of you. You may not come into this expecting to win, with the idea that you can just cause all the chaos you want. I've had matches where I went into it with only the intention of killing my opponent. I nearly have in several instances. Despite all your past failures you haven't learned a thing from them."

He brushes back his hair and laughs, running his fingers through that thick, manly mustache.

Keith Williams: "Our team is superior, you nailed that one right on the head. The reason is because we've worked to be the best. Nobody believed in us when we were competing for the tag-titles in our first actual match together. Clay and I transform the impossible into success. We don't take no for an answer when it comes to our good fortune. It's unfortunate this week that you two were paired with one another, neither of you being any better of a partner to the other. A team designed with only the intention of failure in mind."

Evil smile.

Keith Williams: "Let the hate take over, let it blind you and lead you into a trap. Hollywood Chainsaw Massacre will not be outsmarted, or out wrestled. Pyotr and Drake both have their own reasons for hating our greatness. On one hand I nearly crippled Sadovsky with a steel chair, and then you have Love who wants revenge for that rookie. This week is only going to be a repetition of what has happened previously. Keith Williams coming out on top with a pile of bodies left mangled in the ring."

Cheers! He toasts to the camera with that lasting thought in mind as he drinks more of the ice cold Popsi at hand.
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