Sydney Super Dome, Sydney, Australia
The theme for Chaos blares over the PA system, as the camera's go in and out on signs the fans are holding. Some of the stand out ones are, Shaz=WITW, Kyojin For GM, Smyth=BadBusiness, Kayfabolous blog on me, and Where is Rob Rage? The camera's cut to the announce table, where we see Mike Johnson and Rocky Reynolds.
Mike: Folks! Thanks for joining us! Tonight, we have some huge things set to occur!
Rocky: Two matches that two lucky fans got to pick.
Mike: And we still don't know what those matches are, but I'm sure they will be amazing!
Rocky: Shaz defends his World title against Oscar Layman.
Mike: I can't wait to see who Oscar is this week! I'm putting money on The Rock.
Rocky: We also have Shining Light in action since his devilish actions at Full Throttle.
*In no time at all, Kayfabulous appear from behind the curtain to a rousing ovation from the audience. Sklyer and Ron take a quick moment to briefly pose in the classic â€œY2Jâ€ pose at the top of the ramp, backs turned to the crowd, whilst showing off their new T-shirts they have over their wrestling gear.. They make their way down the ramp while high fiving some of the fans in the front row. Before they step in the ring, though, they walk over to an enthusiastic fan, donned in Kayfabulous merchandise, and take a picture with him using his camera. When they approach the ring, Ron gets in first while Skyler walks to the other side to grab a mic for him and his buddy. Now, center of the ring and music ending, Ron starts off the show by pointing to his shirt*.
â€œHuh? Huuuuuuuh? Howâ€™d you like our shirts? You seeâ€¦.â€
â€œYouâ€™re joking, right?â€
*Ron looks over at Skyler who shakes his head and narrows his eyes at him with disappointment.*
â€œWhat? Is there a problem?â€
â€œRon, Ron, Ron, these people didnâ€™t come here to hear a history lesson. They came here to watch us fight, am I right?!â€
*The pop they receive from the crowd answers his question.*
â€œI mean, thatâ€™s why they wanted to see us and letâ€™s not forget that. We can break kayfabe in our next blog, bro, but itâ€™s time for war now. Itâ€™s just too bad. I was hoping we could get some payback from, and Iâ€™ll have to steal this one Ali Kazam, Razor Del Rio, and Van Hooligan X. But I guess Black Blooded will have to do.â€
â€œHave to do? I hear theyâ€™re pretty tough.â€
*Before Skyler can speak, Ron clearly mouths the word â€œnotâ€ directly to the camera and snickers.*
â€œThose Chuck Palumbo wannabes? I can understand The Infection since wellâ€¦they kinda beat us but we get dropped, at Destined for Immortality, for those two leather chap wearing freak shows? Seriously, someone should tell creative that biker gangs, scraggly beards and spiky helmets went out of season circaâ€¦as a matter of fact, I donâ€™t think they were ever in season to begin with!â€
*Taking content in his joke, Skyler doubles over in laughter, wrapping an arm around Ronâ€™s shoulders to keep him from rolling onto the floor.*
â€œAnd can someone tell me whatâ€™s up with them swearing every five seconds? Seriously, itâ€™s always *bleep* this and *bleep* that. Iâ€™m not even gonna chalk that up to tourettes as much as to just a poor way of vocalization. Itâ€™s no wonder those two wound up nearly dead last in that â€œTop 300 Indy Tag Teamâ€ list we made last year. As if we care about how many championships theyâ€™ve held in the past. Thatâ€™s whatâ€™s wrong with so many tag teams nowadays. You barely have any teams that make a lasting impression on the company or on wrestling together especially here in the IWA. Youâ€™ve teams like The Infection, whoâ€™ll talk your ear off about how many championships theyâ€™ve won in â€œCompany Aâ€ and â€œCompany Bâ€ but isnâ€™t it ironic that those very same companies went down under?â€
*Skyler retains his composure in an instant, almost appearing bitter. Instead of answering the question right away, he looks down at the ground, the smile wiped off his face and anger steadily rising.*
â€œAbsolutely not. Itâ€™s a crying shame but in the end, their creative control and backstage politics cost a lot of people their jobs and now, theyâ€™re gonna try to do it again at Destined for Immortality when they â€œclean up the divisionâ€ so to speak by becoming the new tag team champions. Well, good people, wrestling fans, smarks, marks, I promise you that itâ€™s not happening again! NEVER AGAIN! As Ralphus as my witnessâ€¦â€¦.no really. Ralphus is my witness. Heâ€™s sitting up there in Row 11. Say hi, Ralphus!â€
*The cameras pans up to the 11th row where, just as advertised, Ralphus is sitting down while keeping a tub if extra large popcorn on his lap. He briefly waves to the camera and itâ€™s revealed that heâ€™s wearing a Kayfabulous â€œIn the knowâ€ T-shirt that reads â€œJericho was MY bitch!â€. The cameras pan back in the ring where Kayfabulous still stand.*
â€œ*clears throat* Anyways, rest assured, folks, this isnâ€™t the end of Kayfabulous and it sure as hell isnâ€™t going to be the end of the tag team division! Those titles come later but for now, I say itâ€™s time to bring out these Hellâ€™s Angels rejects and show â€˜em what a dose of kayfabe upside the head feels like! Whatâ€™d you say, Ron?!â€
â€œWhat I say? I sayâ€¦â€
*But before Ron can get another word out, the sound of incoming motorcycles cuts him off. Both men look towards the entrance ramp and await their adversaries to arrive.*
*Black Blooded ride out to a loud chorus of boos, Vivica behind Mr. Black on his bike as usual. They roll to a stop at the foot of the ramp, Vivica hopping off as the men park on either side of the ramp. A terrified crew member hands them each microphones as they look up at Kayfabulous in the ring, a smirk on Mr. Blood's face as Mr. Black stands behind him, emotionless, both men wearing their JBW Tag championships.*
Mr. Blood: Well shit, we didn't even know that you boys thought you could wrestle. I mean your little website is cute and all, and Black over here thinks that the fat one is funny as hell, but just how in the fuck does any of that shit translate into you two boys being in that ring, our ring... thinking y'all got a shot at actually facing the Dominant fucking Predators of this Industry and surviving? Much less coming out with any sort of a victory. See this gold round our waist boys? These belts ain't from some bullshit dead indy fed, they come from the house of Jabe, JBW where we reign undefeated, JBW where shit like what went down at Full Throttle doesn't fucking happen.
Mr. Black: Another home away from home.
*The Crowd starts chanting I**W**A**I**W**A**I**W**A*
Mr. Blood: See boys, y'all either ain't paying any god-damned attention or you are just too fucking stupid too put two and two together but the only reason that those fucking walking lobotomies still carry the IWA gold is because of a little punk bitch that decided to bite that hand that fed him, but we aren't worried about that piece of shit, in face we expect that issue to be handled soon.
Vivica: That mean jerk! He's gonna pay for hurting Unca! Daddy said that when we get him I get to make him bleed first for being such a good girl!
Mr. Black: That's right princess
*Black Blooded walk up the steps and into the ring, coming to stand directly across from Kayfabulous, the crowd chanting "Crazy Bitch" as Vivica walks down the apron, before bending backwards over the ropes to get in, flashing the crowd her panties. She skips around all four men before finally stopping next to Mr. Black, wrapping herself around his massive left arm and leg. *
Mr. Blood: As for you boys? Like I said, Black here thinks your hilarious, but that don't matter a goddamn bit when you want to stand here in our fucking ring like you are actually men. Like you two pieces of shit can actually fucking compete with real fighters like us. See, that part? That part we don't find so fucking amusing. So it's time for some real entertainment boys, it's time for you to officially be welcomed into our division. Let's see if either of you have what it takes to survive it.
*Black Blooded throw their microphones sharply out of the ring, as Vivica takes each man's tag title, and holding them close, exit's the ring to stand by Mr. Black's big black bike*