Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2014 21:39:39 GMT -6
The Introduction.
Darkness.
“Missouri isn’t ready for this.” A male voice says.
“They weren’t ready for it first time.” A female voice says.
“Nobody will ever be ready for what is about to BUST down their door and kick them square in the balls without even thinking twice about it.” The male voice says once more.
“How do you prepare someone, prepare a company, prepare an entire city much less for what is about to happen?” The female voice chimes in once again.
Through the darkness, the taller of the two reaches up and grasps a string attached to a light that is hanging from the ceiling and pulls down on it illuminating the male and female figures standing with their backs to the camera. The male, with shoulder length blonde hair and the female with long flowing scarlet red hair and as we pan out on their backs they each have their own respective body shop style work shirt vests. The male vest has a large nautical star and in the center it says ‘R20” and the female version is exactly the same however in the center it says “TMR” which means that his could only be the pair known to the wrestling world as The Rocket and Tamara Marie Rose.
“Babe I just don’t think they’re really ready for this ride.” She says turning around with a rather large smile on her face as places he hand her husband’s shoulder.
“No, no they aren’t but you know what?” He says spinning around so that we can now see the ICWA National Heavyweight Championship secured around his waist.
“We don’t give a damn if they’re ready or not now do we babe?” He looks down at his wife who is shaking her head in agreement.
“Check it out.” He says looking around for a moment.
“The rumors about what I did, what WE did? Those rumors? Oh those rumors are without a doubt, one hundred and ten percent TRUE!” He says with a little laughter thrown in.
“Yeah, I leveraged the offer I got from MSW into what I thought, at the time, was a better one money wise...” He grins and begins shaking his head.
“And I can admit, it turned out to be one of the biggest mistakes of my LIFE!” He yells as he unstraps the National Heavyweight Championship from around his waist and slings it over his shoulder.
“So what did I do?” He pauses for a moment.
“Excuse me, what did WE do?” He says motioning back and forth between his wife and himself.
“What did WE do my dear?” He says looking over to his wife.
“Well, for starters WE made a deal with the devil.” She says with a smile.
“That devil is the reason we’re back and THIS time! This time, we aren’t going anywhere.” Her husband shakes his head in agreement.
“Like the lady said, no where however, LEGACY is always an option... But back to the damn point!” He says very emphatically.
”ALL of YOU. EVERY last stinking one of YOU!” Tamara says pointing at the camera.
“The MSW fans and the Entire MSW locker room is LIVID with not just me but my amazingly talented husband as well.” Both of them have confused looks on their faces.
“What the hell did I do to them?” Says a very confused Rocket.
“Apparently you had some kind of ties to the people there and in the back.” He shakes his head as Tamara attempts to calm him down.
“I am the longest reigning ICWA National Heavyweight Champion! I am an ICON in this business and I can say with one hundred percent certainty that I have never, not once, have I met ANYONE currently on the MSW roster... Full time roster that is.” He says as he begins pacing back and forth before turning to the camera and winking his eye.
“EXACTLY!” Yells his wife standing right next to him.
“But all of that is about to change...” He hands the National Heavyweight Championship belt to his wife and takes his place in front of the camera.
“See, MSW saw where the money was and the powers that be just couldn't pass up the chance to have someone like me, an ICON in this business who also just so happens to be one of the most hated men in ALL of professional wrestling, join the ranks of guys like the Heavyweight Champion Bryce Manning...” He stops and thinks about that name for a moment.
“So when I said I have never met anyone currently on the MSW full time roster... I kinda lied just tiny bit. Ya see, Bryce Manning and I have a bit of unfinished business and before I leave this business, this industry I am going to finish that business of ours Bryce.” He says nodding his head and smiling.
“I join the ranks of guys like THE Peyton Kaiser, the Hero!” He nods his head.
“Yup! guys like the ones that tore the roof off straight off the building in the PURE 15 Championship fatal four way match at Back to Basics.” He nods his head and takes a deep breath.
“That was one hell of a match.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“But none of the names I have just said want anything to do with me and why? Was it because of what I did?” He nods his head up and down.
“Probably. More than likely that’s exactly what the case is and do I blame them?” He shrugs his shoulders and then begins nodding his head up and down.
“Actually, yeah as a matter of fact, actually I do blame them because most of them with the exception of Bryce Manning don’t know a single thing about me.” He shrugs his shoulders once again.
“But as was said, that’s all about to change.” He says with a smile.
“I quit this place.” His wife finally chimes in.
“I walked from this place and didn't feel a damn thing whenever I left.” She says with an icy look in her eye.
“See when I was here before, I was doing what management told me to do.” She smiles and nods her head.
“Yeah, they told me to go out there and smile and be the good girl for once in my career and I followed them blindly until one day when I’d just really had enough of their crap!” She looks at her husband, still holding his Championship.
“I’m good at things and to certain people, male and female alike... But I refuse to be good to the ingrates and wannabes in the state of Missouri and MSW.” She shakes her head and lays her husbands Championship over her shoulder and turning her head back to the camera.
“I have one goal in this business and that is to be the Champion of a Women’s Division and I have come close on multiple occasions but I haven’t climbed that mountain top just yet... But I will.” She says smiling as the light hits her scarlet lips just the right way.
“People are going to mention my name in the same sentence as Kat Jones, Artemis Kaiser and Marie Porter... But I don’t just want to be mentioned in the same breath as those amazingly talented athletes oh no, I want to eclipse them completely and you know what? I will.” She says exuding mass amounts of confidence.
Rocket watched his wife throughout the entire message. He truly liked what he was seeing but in the back of his mind he was wondering if she could truly recapture what made her the most hated woman in the ICWA right here in MSW. Tamara on the other hand knows who she is and what she is capable of but like her husband also has that fear that she’ll never get back to being who she was in the ICWA and that frightens her more than anything in her professional life.
“The lady of my house has spoken.” She takes a step back as her husband continues.
“People are pissed okay? Look, I get it and they totally have a right to be but don’t you dare think for one single solitary second that I am going to walk down that ramp and step through those ropes and grab a microphone and apologize to a single person in that arena, or in the back for that matter, for what my wife and I have done.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“You people didn't even know that my arrival was on the horizon and here you are casting stones at me, while you live in your glass houses of righteousness, for leveraging an offer when you know good and damn well that YOU, yes YOU, would done the exact same thing had our position been reversed.” He throws his hands up. in front of him
“But that’s okay, you weren't in my position and you know what? Some of you, notice how I said some of you, never will be.” He shrugs and takes a step back.
“I’m rich! I don’t NEED to be a part of MSW, i’m not here for the fans or the people in the locker room. We came to MSW because WE WANTED to.” He begins tapping the side of his head.
“See I know that every single guy in that locker room wants the chance to kick my ass just like Tam knows that every single female on the roster wants a piece of her also. We aren't as stupid as a lot of you SHEEP would be led to believe. ” She can be seen nodding her head.
“We didn't become wealthy because we didn't use our heads and furthermore this business is a thinking man and woman’s game. To be in it, you've got to use your head and that’s exactly what we've done.” He says as he looks back at his wife for her to hand him his Championship belt.
“I didn't get this belt by just doing things on the fly.” He shakes his head while holding the belt out in front of him.
“There is always a plan when I am the guy involved.” He reaches into his pockets and pulls out a one hundred dollar bill and waves it in front of the camera.
“This business that we’re in is about how you use the brain that the good Lord has given you and when you bet on me, you make cash just like this crisp clean hundred dollar bill.” He smiles and puts it back in his pocket.
“The MSW locker is pissed at my wife and I?” He shrugs his shoulders.
“Who gives a damn?! Because we do what we want, when we want and how we want whatever it is done.” A smug smiles appears across his face.
“The MSW is about to get the wake up call that it’s needed for the last couple of months.” Rocket and Tamara begin laughing.
“We’re on our way MSW and we’ll be there in no time!” Rocket begins tapping the expensive fossil watch on his wrist as we fade out.
“They weren’t ready for it first time.” A female voice says.
“Nobody will ever be ready for what is about to BUST down their door and kick them square in the balls without even thinking twice about it.” The male voice says once more.
“How do you prepare someone, prepare a company, prepare an entire city much less for what is about to happen?” The female voice chimes in once again.
Through the darkness, the taller of the two reaches up and grasps a string attached to a light that is hanging from the ceiling and pulls down on it illuminating the male and female figures standing with their backs to the camera. The male, with shoulder length blonde hair and the female with long flowing scarlet red hair and as we pan out on their backs they each have their own respective body shop style work shirt vests. The male vest has a large nautical star and in the center it says ‘R20” and the female version is exactly the same however in the center it says “TMR” which means that his could only be the pair known to the wrestling world as The Rocket and Tamara Marie Rose.
“Babe I just don’t think they’re really ready for this ride.” She says turning around with a rather large smile on her face as places he hand her husband’s shoulder.
“No, no they aren’t but you know what?” He says spinning around so that we can now see the ICWA National Heavyweight Championship secured around his waist.
“We don’t give a damn if they’re ready or not now do we babe?” He looks down at his wife who is shaking her head in agreement.
“Check it out.” He says looking around for a moment.
“The rumors about what I did, what WE did? Those rumors? Oh those rumors are without a doubt, one hundred and ten percent TRUE!” He says with a little laughter thrown in.
“Yeah, I leveraged the offer I got from MSW into what I thought, at the time, was a better one money wise...” He grins and begins shaking his head.
“And I can admit, it turned out to be one of the biggest mistakes of my LIFE!” He yells as he unstraps the National Heavyweight Championship from around his waist and slings it over his shoulder.
“So what did I do?” He pauses for a moment.
“Excuse me, what did WE do?” He says motioning back and forth between his wife and himself.
“What did WE do my dear?” He says looking over to his wife.
“Well, for starters WE made a deal with the devil.” She says with a smile.
“That devil is the reason we’re back and THIS time! This time, we aren’t going anywhere.” Her husband shakes his head in agreement.
“Like the lady said, no where however, LEGACY is always an option... But back to the damn point!” He says very emphatically.
”ALL of YOU. EVERY last stinking one of YOU!” Tamara says pointing at the camera.
“The MSW fans and the Entire MSW locker room is LIVID with not just me but my amazingly talented husband as well.” Both of them have confused looks on their faces.
“What the hell did I do to them?” Says a very confused Rocket.
“Apparently you had some kind of ties to the people there and in the back.” He shakes his head as Tamara attempts to calm him down.
“I am the longest reigning ICWA National Heavyweight Champion! I am an ICON in this business and I can say with one hundred percent certainty that I have never, not once, have I met ANYONE currently on the MSW roster... Full time roster that is.” He says as he begins pacing back and forth before turning to the camera and winking his eye.
“EXACTLY!” Yells his wife standing right next to him.
“But all of that is about to change...” He hands the National Heavyweight Championship belt to his wife and takes his place in front of the camera.
“See, MSW saw where the money was and the powers that be just couldn't pass up the chance to have someone like me, an ICON in this business who also just so happens to be one of the most hated men in ALL of professional wrestling, join the ranks of guys like the Heavyweight Champion Bryce Manning...” He stops and thinks about that name for a moment.
“So when I said I have never met anyone currently on the MSW full time roster... I kinda lied just tiny bit. Ya see, Bryce Manning and I have a bit of unfinished business and before I leave this business, this industry I am going to finish that business of ours Bryce.” He says nodding his head and smiling.
“I join the ranks of guys like THE Peyton Kaiser, the Hero!” He nods his head.
“Yup! guys like the ones that tore the roof off straight off the building in the PURE 15 Championship fatal four way match at Back to Basics.” He nods his head and takes a deep breath.
“That was one hell of a match.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“But none of the names I have just said want anything to do with me and why? Was it because of what I did?” He nods his head up and down.
“Probably. More than likely that’s exactly what the case is and do I blame them?” He shrugs his shoulders and then begins nodding his head up and down.
“Actually, yeah as a matter of fact, actually I do blame them because most of them with the exception of Bryce Manning don’t know a single thing about me.” He shrugs his shoulders once again.
“But as was said, that’s all about to change.” He says with a smile.
“I quit this place.” His wife finally chimes in.
“I walked from this place and didn't feel a damn thing whenever I left.” She says with an icy look in her eye.
“See when I was here before, I was doing what management told me to do.” She smiles and nods her head.
“Yeah, they told me to go out there and smile and be the good girl for once in my career and I followed them blindly until one day when I’d just really had enough of their crap!” She looks at her husband, still holding his Championship.
“I’m good at things and to certain people, male and female alike... But I refuse to be good to the ingrates and wannabes in the state of Missouri and MSW.” She shakes her head and lays her husbands Championship over her shoulder and turning her head back to the camera.
“I have one goal in this business and that is to be the Champion of a Women’s Division and I have come close on multiple occasions but I haven’t climbed that mountain top just yet... But I will.” She says smiling as the light hits her scarlet lips just the right way.
“People are going to mention my name in the same sentence as Kat Jones, Artemis Kaiser and Marie Porter... But I don’t just want to be mentioned in the same breath as those amazingly talented athletes oh no, I want to eclipse them completely and you know what? I will.” She says exuding mass amounts of confidence.
Rocket watched his wife throughout the entire message. He truly liked what he was seeing but in the back of his mind he was wondering if she could truly recapture what made her the most hated woman in the ICWA right here in MSW. Tamara on the other hand knows who she is and what she is capable of but like her husband also has that fear that she’ll never get back to being who she was in the ICWA and that frightens her more than anything in her professional life.
“The lady of my house has spoken.” She takes a step back as her husband continues.
“People are pissed okay? Look, I get it and they totally have a right to be but don’t you dare think for one single solitary second that I am going to walk down that ramp and step through those ropes and grab a microphone and apologize to a single person in that arena, or in the back for that matter, for what my wife and I have done.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“You people didn't even know that my arrival was on the horizon and here you are casting stones at me, while you live in your glass houses of righteousness, for leveraging an offer when you know good and damn well that YOU, yes YOU, would done the exact same thing had our position been reversed.” He throws his hands up. in front of him
“But that’s okay, you weren't in my position and you know what? Some of you, notice how I said some of you, never will be.” He shrugs and takes a step back.
“I’m rich! I don’t NEED to be a part of MSW, i’m not here for the fans or the people in the locker room. We came to MSW because WE WANTED to.” He begins tapping the side of his head.
“See I know that every single guy in that locker room wants the chance to kick my ass just like Tam knows that every single female on the roster wants a piece of her also. We aren't as stupid as a lot of you SHEEP would be led to believe. ” She can be seen nodding her head.
“We didn't become wealthy because we didn't use our heads and furthermore this business is a thinking man and woman’s game. To be in it, you've got to use your head and that’s exactly what we've done.” He says as he looks back at his wife for her to hand him his Championship belt.
“I didn't get this belt by just doing things on the fly.” He shakes his head while holding the belt out in front of him.
“There is always a plan when I am the guy involved.” He reaches into his pockets and pulls out a one hundred dollar bill and waves it in front of the camera.
“This business that we’re in is about how you use the brain that the good Lord has given you and when you bet on me, you make cash just like this crisp clean hundred dollar bill.” He smiles and puts it back in his pocket.
“The MSW locker is pissed at my wife and I?” He shrugs his shoulders.
“Who gives a damn?! Because we do what we want, when we want and how we want whatever it is done.” A smug smiles appears across his face.
“The MSW is about to get the wake up call that it’s needed for the last couple of months.” Rocket and Tamara begin laughing.
“We’re on our way MSW and we’ll be there in no time!” Rocket begins tapping the expensive fossil watch on his wrist as we fade out.