Match Announced for the GUN Show
Jan 3, 2018 23:19:41 GMT -5
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Post by jamesmueller on Jan 3, 2018 23:19:41 GMT -5
Mueller sits at a desk, lamp casting an orange glow across his face as he twiddles a pencil. He sits with his leg folded over one another, laptop sitting on top, and visibly the page to the GUNS big show coming up can be seen. He puts the pencil above his ear and grabs the beer sitting next to him.
Something's missing... Something... But what is it...
Mueller sets his beer down and begins to spin the pencil around his fingers.
We need... We need one more match. We need... We need an opener.
Mueller thinks and thinks and thinks some more... Until it hits him. He sits up.
Wait a minute....
Mueller puts his laptop down on the desk and begins to type furiously. So furious that we fade out...
We open up to a solid brick wall, outside somewhere that's indistinguishable. Dead patches of grass creep on the bottom of the wall with a bit of snow here and there, slowly melting away. James Mueller, in a black coat and scarf over his normal street clothes, walks into view. He turns to address the camera.
A little over a decade away, I was one of the fiercist competitors in the Xtreme Hardcore Federation. I was one of the very few XHF Grandslam Champions to have walked those hallways. At one point, I entered a fierce series of battles against Kanyon. We had competitions, we had a match, and in the end I became the XHF Commissioner. Not only did I rule the squared circle as a ring general, but I ruled the ring as an authority figure. I could hand out suspensions, I could sign contracts, and most importantly... I could make matches.
Mueller looks away for a second, as a metal bell rings for a few seconds from beyond the wall.
That was then. Now? Well now, I've come across this.
Mueller pulls out a folded group of papers from his coat.
This was my contract when I became XHF Commissioner. This was activated a decade ago. This contract... Did not have an expiration date on it. This contract technically means that... I'm still XHF Commissioner. Now... The XHF is dead and gone as an active wrestling organization, I get that, it has since grown into the network we are in today. But I believe that this contract also states that in the event the XHF were to expand across multiple federations... If it were to become the umbrella that encompasses a number of organizations, such as the GUNS... I'm still an XHF Commissioner.
Mueller stuffs the paper back into his coat.
And as XHF Commissioner, I am making a match for the GUNS own show... The GUN Show. A match that isn't worth the main event spotlight, mind you, but I think we can find a spot for it somewhere. You see, I got a buddy that wants to get back into the business. He was never in XHF or any groups I was in, I got to know this man from my time spent in Thailand, training in the MMA scene.
Another bell rings, this time outside of the wall. Mueller turns his attention to his right, as a metal gate begins to open. The camera pans out to expose that Mueller was standing in front of a prison.
I think we're going to give him a chance to prove himself.
A massive, tall, black man walks out from the prison. He walks over to Mueller. James hands him a cigarette and the man begins to light it, smoke, and then turns his attention to the camera. He says nothing though.
And who better to prove himself than in a No Disqualification Match. Marquise Beef, here, will take on none other than XHF's own...
Beef grins as he takes a drag.
XHF's Owner, Mongo the Destroyer.
We'll see you there, Mongo.
Something's missing... Something... But what is it...
Mueller sets his beer down and begins to spin the pencil around his fingers.
We need... We need one more match. We need... We need an opener.
Mueller thinks and thinks and thinks some more... Until it hits him. He sits up.
Wait a minute....
Mueller puts his laptop down on the desk and begins to type furiously. So furious that we fade out...
We open up to a solid brick wall, outside somewhere that's indistinguishable. Dead patches of grass creep on the bottom of the wall with a bit of snow here and there, slowly melting away. James Mueller, in a black coat and scarf over his normal street clothes, walks into view. He turns to address the camera.
A little over a decade away, I was one of the fiercist competitors in the Xtreme Hardcore Federation. I was one of the very few XHF Grandslam Champions to have walked those hallways. At one point, I entered a fierce series of battles against Kanyon. We had competitions, we had a match, and in the end I became the XHF Commissioner. Not only did I rule the squared circle as a ring general, but I ruled the ring as an authority figure. I could hand out suspensions, I could sign contracts, and most importantly... I could make matches.
Mueller looks away for a second, as a metal bell rings for a few seconds from beyond the wall.
That was then. Now? Well now, I've come across this.
Mueller pulls out a folded group of papers from his coat.
This was my contract when I became XHF Commissioner. This was activated a decade ago. This contract... Did not have an expiration date on it. This contract technically means that... I'm still XHF Commissioner. Now... The XHF is dead and gone as an active wrestling organization, I get that, it has since grown into the network we are in today. But I believe that this contract also states that in the event the XHF were to expand across multiple federations... If it were to become the umbrella that encompasses a number of organizations, such as the GUNS... I'm still an XHF Commissioner.
Mueller stuffs the paper back into his coat.
And as XHF Commissioner, I am making a match for the GUNS own show... The GUN Show. A match that isn't worth the main event spotlight, mind you, but I think we can find a spot for it somewhere. You see, I got a buddy that wants to get back into the business. He was never in XHF or any groups I was in, I got to know this man from my time spent in Thailand, training in the MMA scene.
Another bell rings, this time outside of the wall. Mueller turns his attention to his right, as a metal gate begins to open. The camera pans out to expose that Mueller was standing in front of a prison.
I think we're going to give him a chance to prove himself.
A massive, tall, black man walks out from the prison. He walks over to Mueller. James hands him a cigarette and the man begins to light it, smoke, and then turns his attention to the camera. He says nothing though.
And who better to prove himself than in a No Disqualification Match. Marquise Beef, here, will take on none other than XHF's own...
Beef grins as he takes a drag.
XHF's Owner, Mongo the Destroyer.
We'll see you there, Mongo.