PROMO - Chilling with old allies

[Rawknight 0]

Cut in on an Australian hotel room. Five Star accommodation for celebrity guests, and the home of a small impromptu party. Lounging nearly horizontal, beer held lazily in hand across one of the black leather sofas that fill the suite is a rough looking wrestler with long straggly hair, an unkempt goatee beard, dirty black jeans and a ragged t-shirt bearing the legend “Revolution Wrestling School.”

 

Sat upon another chair, leaning back and contented with a cold tinny of beer in his own hand sits a massive Maori, his arms covered in tribal tattoos, his head shaved save for a small triangle of hair at the front of his skull. The New Zealander wears an All-Black rugby shirt and black Adidas training pants. He stares across the room at the occupant of a second chair.

 

The occupant in question wipes a loose strand of hair back away from his face and re-adjusts his pony-tailed long black mane of hair. He takes a long swig of his Molson Canadian beer, breathes in and strokes an errant hand through the overgrown stubble that frames his own goatee. Watching himself on the TV screen applying a solid heel hold to the gigantic wrestler Janus, the glint of gold in his eyes, the steely determination on his face, the bestubbled wrestler turns to his compadres and raises a question.

 

Chris Card: Well people, what did you think?

 

Va’iga: You are SO the man Chris!

 

Rob Knight: The second Nats waived that gold belt up, you could just see that look in your eyes man. There was no way the big man was gonna avoid that tap.

 

Card: You know man, hearing that from the rest of the CoW, it’s still a good feeling. How long is it now?

 

Knight: Four long years. Since then we’ve seen the big man pick up a couple of tag straps and some hardcore stuff, you’ve got tag straps in two different places and some singles gold, and the trainees of all of you guys are kicking ass worldwide as we speak.

 

Card: How are my boys the business getting on?

 

Knight: They’re cool. The whole Chris Schett and Holly gimmick is getting over huge in the mid south indy scene.

 

Card *affecting a high voice*: DON’T CALL ME THAT!

 

Knight: Holly Schett! Holly Schett!

 

Card: How’s little V?

 

Va’iga: He’s a married man Chris! Him and Serena got hooked up.

 

Card: No way.

 

Va’iga: AND they got a kid now.

 

Knight: Congrats to the nappy head.

 

Va’iga: Hows that goth you hang around with?

 

Card: Oh don’t ask man. She’s been hanging around with this sick bladejob freak. They’re a totally sickening couple.

 

Knight: They’re all lovey dovey?

 

Card: No they draw blood and lick it up and shit. I’ve seen the EBM scene close up following that damn woman to HER clubs when we’ve been touring and shit, and she’s been rocking out like a bad ’un when she’s had the chance too, but this whole Natasha/Crowe thing., well it fucking sucks. It’s taking her off her game. It’s taking me off MY game. She’s lost focus, and you know focus is all that Chris Card’s about. She really wasn’t a major factor in me taking that strap.

 

Va’iga: Well you don’t NEED her help do you.

 

Knight: Shit man, you’re technical perfection.

 

Card: Yeah that’s right, but you know, she’s a shortcut. Like kicking a guy in the ‘nads. Hey I don’t need to do it. I’m the best damn wrestler there is out there. Takes a home town and a fast count to beat Chris Card. But you know, hell, if there’s shortcuts to be taken, it’s the same win pay whether it takes 5 minutes with cheating or 10 without.

 

Va’iga: Hell yeah.

 

Knight: Like you’d know, you don’t cheat well.

 

Va’iga: Well I just like wrapping chairs round skulls!

 

Card: I dunno what to do with her. You know she turned the career around. It’s the Gothic Diva that made this upper midcard sleazeball heel into the main event star you see today. But this whole Crow business is a strain man. I don’t want to be left teaming with some bloodsack just to keep my valet happy. But she’s a bonus. I dunno man, I dunno.

 

Knight: Are ya fucking her?

 

Card: No way man, she’s warped.

 

Va’iga: Is she helping ya?

 

Card: Well recently, not as much as she could.

 

Knight: You and the Goth One need to have a long chat my friend. Now who’s for some memories?

 

Rob Knight waves a tape in the air and then slings it at Card who slides it into his hotel room’s tape deck. The picture comes on, accompanied by much Japanese talk. The camera angle spins to show the three men in the room, four years previous, and in their old ring attires. The announcer calls them out in broken English.

 

Ring Announcer: “Representing the Commonwealth of Wrestlers….. From Canada… CHRIIIIIIIIIS CAAAAAAARD… From the United Kingdom ROOOOOOOOB KNIIIIIIIIGHT… From New Zealand.. VAAAAAA’IIIIIIIIIGAAAAAAAA!”

 

Card: Man those Canada tights are so dorky.

 

Knight: Man those Union Jack shorts are so… William Regal!

 

Va’iga: Dudes, let’s just watch us kick ass, and leave our current problems behind us.

 

As the three relive old memories and mull over current successes the scene fades out…

[Guest Crowe]

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