PROMO: ...and Telling Them Off

[Guest OKCoyote]

Shortly following SWF Ramadomination, in a post-show interview on SWF.com Unlimited...

 

"This is Ben Hardy here backstage with newcomer Kevin Coyote," reports the SWF's resident interviewer, broadcasting just after the recent pay per view in Medina, Saudi Arabia. "Kevin made his SWF debut here tonight, defeating Ced Ordonez in his first match. However, Ced Ordonez took an awful beating from several men disguised as security officers just prior to the match, making the match an easy one. So tell me, Mr. Coyote, did you set up the pre-match attack?"

 

Hardy holds up the microphone for Coyote, who begins speaking immediately. "Did I set that up? What the hell does it matter? Look, dog, the important thing is I went out there all set to earn my first victory in the SWF, and that's exactly what I did. I defeated Ced Ordonez, and I'll leave anyone else I face in the same condition. There's a little something for everyone here to think about over the holidays. So how 'bout that, dog?"

 

Coyote storms off, leaving a bewildered Hardy by himself with the microphone.

 

A short time later, after the cameras have stopped rolling...

 

Backstage, long after the show, former SWF superstar and current road agent William Heartford III - once known as Judge Mental - works on packing his bags in preparation for the return trip to the United States, eager to return for the holiday season. As he zips up the last piece of luggage, he receives a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he is surprised to see Kevin Coyote staring daggers at him. "Yes?" he asks unobtrusively.

 

"What the hell do you call that?" Coyote roars.

 

"Call what?"

 

"The little brawl before my match took place. Why did your goons come out and attack Ced Ordonez? I wanted to face him myself, and what CC pulled certainly wasn't communicated to me beforehand!"

 

Heartford frowns at Coyote's lack of respect for Creative Control. "Look, Douglas," he starts, using Coyote's real last name, "I had nothing to do with that decision. I was aware of it, yes, but I'm not the one who ordered it."

 

"I don't care," Coyote shouts. "You CC types are all alike. Why, Judge? Why was this done?"

 

Heartford sighs. "It was done because CC wanted to cut a few extra minutes, to add length to the Wildchild/Johnny Dangerous match and the main event."

 

"That's bull and you know it, dog," replies Coyote. "I saw the tape of my match, and it looks like you cut space to air highlights from some stupid HamSauce match!" Coyote angrily points a finger in Heartford's face. "Listen, Judge. You didn't have faith in my abilities back on Smark Enough, when you cut me in week three, and even now, when I've proven myself, when I've managed to land a contract and get into the SWF anyway, you still don't have faith in my ability to wrestle televised matches."

 

Heartford slaps Coyote's finger away. "All right, Douglas, you want the truth? Then here it is. You're right; I didn't have faith in your abilities back on Smark Enough. I thought you were a cocky punk kid with no respect for anyone, who thought you could break into the business based on... I don't know, by divine right or something. So yes, I cut you. And I certainly didn't have anything to do with offering you a new contract."

 

"Is that so," mutters Coyote.

 

"Yes, that's exactly it. In fact, the rumor in the back is that you only got signed because you know somebody in the company - a friend, or a relative or something."

 

"What!" shouts a horrified Coyote. "That's ridiculous! Look, dog, I am capable of working at this level, and I intend to prove it. Here's what I want you to do. You go back to your buddies in CC and you tell them that after the break, when it comes time to book the return show, I want them to pick four guys. Any four. I don't care who you throw at me. And once they've done that... I want a gauntlet match."

 

Heartford scoffs as his indifferent expression breaks into a sarcastic smirk. "You're kidding, right? You want a gauntlet match? You?"

 

Coyote nods soberly. "If I have to plow through opponent after opponent to prove myself here... then that's what I'm going to do."

[Toxxic 0]

Sounds good to me. Prepare for Kevin Coyote vs Cutthroat, Blazenwing, Danny Dagda and Bill Fillmaff!

[The Ill One 0]

You forgot Ted Flink. You can't forget Ted Flink.

[devo 0]

Or Sexton Hardcastle.

[The Ill One 0]

I'd say Angel but that fucker wouldn't show...