Post by wwjbcd on Sept 21, 2014 4:31:09 GMT
Date: Sunday - October 5, 2014
Location: The Grand Ballroom of The Crowne Plaza in Knoxville, Tennessee
(Seating capacity of 850 people)
Commentary: Matthew Baily and West Newhaven
Promo Deadline: Wednesday - October 1, 2014 (10PM Central USA)
(Card Subject to Change)
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- The Main Event -
- Singles Match -
KONSTANTINE vs. "Perfectly Sane" Maxwell Schneider
With all of the previous talk of promoting new talent, co-Gm Robert Garland has traveled across the United States in an effort to find the two free agents with the most in common with The RWD's ideals. With that in mind and with contracts being signed, your main event for the night has been set. In one corner, a man who will do anything to make a name for himself and demonstrate his vision of conquest by any means necessary. In the other, an off-kilter individual who can barely remember his own name and wants, very much, to show the world that he's both out of his mind and ready for a fight! Both these individuals carry a touch of madness, but also great ambitions as they look to show us the true meaning of combat.
♫ rrrrRAH rrraAH KONSTANTINE, first to have Max eat his spleen! ♫
Life has a funny way of placing the things you need in your lap, with the things you want just out of reach.
Fortunately, "Perfectly Sane" Maxwell Schneider has a VERY long reach. A very, very, VERRRRRRRRRRY long reach.
Through Georgia, there were murmurs. Through Alabama, there were the sounds of screams. A man running a marathon to freedom, to take the freedom away from another man, to give to h
i
m
s
elf.
Oh, yes, KONSTANTINE, he knows! HE KNOWS.
In Georgia, reports of a massive and powerful brute of a man, a throwback to primitive man, tearing at his garments until he was barechested once more. Barechested like he should be, for he is The Portland Madman, and this is natural to him.
In Alabammy, his very presence got him into trouble with the locals, but they co
uldn't stand a chance against the force of nature that is Maxwell Schneider. "Perfectly Sane" if you know what's good for you!
KONSTANTINE.
By the time he reached Tennessee, there was no doubt in anyone's minds: Hurricane Schneider was tearing up the Southeastern states, knowing no mercy, feeling no pain, and laughing all the while. Laughing. LAUGHING! HAHA! LAUGHING!!! HAAAAAAAAA HAHAHA HA!
After escaping through the makeshift exit at the hoosegow back in Florida, while his presence was known as he ran the marathonto violence, the starting point, the TRUE starting point began when he first discovered he was booked in a match- first that he indeed signed up with the Revolutionary Wrestling Division, then that he had a match, then that it was in the main event, and finally, that his opponent was the megalomaniacal A L L - C A P S W A R R I O R, KONSTANTINE.
"When I get my hands on that smug punk, I'm gonna wrap him around th' ringpost!"
This was the first thing he had said since Florida and his short-lived escapades with Johnny Bonecrusher. (On a side note, when Johnny was released, he remained in Florida, as his man Ade had a match to get through in NFW! Which makes one wonder: where WAS Adrian Abernathy Gates while his manager rotted in the mental institution? Probably beating up bank robbers and taking their ill-gotten loot as his own!)
Anyway, those words were the first thing the little old lady also sitting on a bench in a park heard from the mastodonic Portlandian. All she wanted to do this day was feed the birds, do some people-watching, and bask in the remaining warmth of a dying Summer. Instead, she's come eye-to-eye with the Grim Reaper, or so she sees it from her perspective.
"Ya know, ol' Maxie-poo hasn't been in an official match since I put that Konvyct in his place and became th' last Regional Champion of th' AWA. That was back in 2009! I remember it like it was five years ago! The AWA died fer good, after that. Then I got a sweet gig as Petey Bauer's bodyguard in Legacy - man, I remember that like it was a few months ago! Legacy died fer good after that, too. I was about ta make my way ta Missouri, but I didn't even GET there and it died! I just might be cursed, lady, I JUST MIGHT BE CURSED!"
Not knowing what to say, and not wanting to incite any potential lashing out from the leviathanic wildman, the old lady merely says, "Oh, nooo..."
"I think I am!" he rebuts. "But I got a GOOD feelin' fer this RWD! Already I'm in the main event, and the poor sap they put me up against sure does have a chip on his shoulder! Well, I hope KONSTANTINE doesn't miiiiind me dippin' him along with that chip in a BIG ol' bowl of pain and suffering, and eat 'em up whole! There's one thing I hate, there's one thing I hate, there's ONE THING I HATE!"
"Eh? Eh? Oh, God, what is it?" the old lady says, feeling her life flash before her eyes.
Maxwell notes her discomfort and backs off a bit before saying in a more hushed tone, "Guys like KONSTANTINE, miss! They talk a big game, fer sure, but they're... they're CRAZY!"
The old lady bites her tongue clean off.
"He's been readin' too many comic books; he thinks he's like a Doctor Doom or somethin'! I think he took a wrong turn at Albuquerque, cuz he ain't in the right place! The comic book convention's the OTHER way! HAAAAAAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA!"
The old lady tries to slink away, but, seeing as she's an old lady, she fails.
"Well, when I'm through with that nut, he's gonna have all the time in the WORLD ta read his comic books... when I leave him in TRACTION! He's in the wrong field of work, lady! World domination's on the SECOND floor! Us wrasslers're on the FIRST floor: first on our miiiiiinds, first in our hearts!"
The old lady tries to ignore Maxwell and look the other way, but there's no avoiding the foul-smelling buffalo ogre.
Maxwell snaps his fingers; an idea has formulated in his complicated mind!
"Saaaay, that's a point! Alls I gotta do is, perform some amateur surgery on that no-good KONSTANTINE, take out his mind and his heart and transplant it into- NO!!! NOT another body, another FLOOR! The FIRST floor! We'll make a man outta you YET, kid! Hey, I'm doin' ya a FAVOUR! When you crazy body's been replaced, you'll actually stand a chance against me! Ain't that what ya WANT? Well, you're welcome then,... but it STILL won't be enough! Nope, I didn't come outta retirement just ta lose to a, a, a PSYCHOPATH!"
The old woman edges further and further towards the edge of the bench. Maxwell pays her no mind.
"KONSTANTINE! Can you conquer Mount Schneider? ♫ I don't thiiiiink sooooo! ♫ Oh, you'll try, YOU'LL TRY, but I ain't NEVER been scaled, much less by the likes of YOU, Lex Luthor! I ain't no Superman, but I think I can fit th' bill, if I wanna - and I DO!"
Finally, the old woman manages to fall off the bench, hitting the concrete not to hard for a healthy person, but dry brittle old lady bones couldn't stand a chance, so she's grounded!
Maxwell notices this, jumps up to his feet, and looks around before calling out, "Hey! Help! She's fallen... and she can't get up!"
♫ rrrrRAH rrraAH KONSTANTINE, first to have Max eat his spleen! ♫
Life has a funny way of placing the things you need in your lap, with the things you want just out of reach.
Fortunately, "Perfectly Sane" Maxwell Schneider has a VERY long reach. A very, very, VERRRRRRRRRRY long reach.
Through Georgia, there were murmurs. Through Alabama, there were the sounds of screams. A man running a marathon to freedom, to take the freedom away from another man, to give to h
i
m
s
elf.
Oh, yes, KONSTANTINE, he knows! HE KNOWS.
In Georgia, reports of a massive and powerful brute of a man, a throwback to primitive man, tearing at his garments until he was barechested once more. Barechested like he should be, for he is The Portland Madman, and this is natural to him.
In Alabammy, his very presence got him into trouble with the locals, but they co
uldn't stand a chance against the force of nature that is Maxwell Schneider. "Perfectly Sane" if you know what's good for you!
KONSTANTINE.
KONSTANTINE!
He's coming for you!
By the time he reached Tennessee, there was no doubt in anyone's minds: Hurricane Schneider was tearing up the Southeastern states, knowing no mercy, feeling no pain, and laughing all the while. Laughing. LAUGHING! HAHA! LAUGHING!!! HAAAAAAAAA HAHAHA HA!
After escaping through the makeshift exit at the hoosegow back in Florida, while his presence was known as he ran the marathon
"When I get my hands on that smug punk, I'm gonna wrap him around th' ringpost!"
This was the first thing he had said since Florida and his short-lived escapades with Johnny Bonecrusher. (On a side note, when Johnny was released, he remained in Florida, as his man Ade had a match to get through in NFW! Which makes one wonder: where WAS Adrian Abernathy Gates while his manager rotted in the mental institution? Probably beating up bank robbers and taking their ill-gotten loot as his own!)
Anyway, those words were the first thing the little old lady also sitting on a bench in a park heard from the mastodonic Portlandian. All she wanted to do this day was feed the birds, do some people-watching, and bask in the remaining warmth of a dying Summer. Instead, she's come eye-to-eye with the Grim Reaper, or so she sees it from her perspective.
"Ya know, ol' Maxie-poo hasn't been in an official match since I put that Konvyct in his place and became th' last Regional Champion of th' AWA. That was back in 2009! I remember it like it was five years ago! The AWA died fer good, after that. Then I got a sweet gig as Petey Bauer's bodyguard in Legacy - man, I remember that like it was a few months ago! Legacy died fer good after that, too. I was about ta make my way ta Missouri, but I didn't even GET there and it died! I just might be cursed, lady, I JUST MIGHT BE CURSED!"
Not knowing what to say, and not wanting to incite any potential lashing out from the leviathanic wildman, the old lady merely says, "Oh, nooo..."
"I think I am!" he rebuts. "But I got a GOOD feelin' fer this RWD! Already I'm in the main event, and the poor sap they put me up against sure does have a chip on his shoulder! Well, I hope KONSTANTINE doesn't miiiiind me dippin' him along with that chip in a BIG ol' bowl of pain and suffering, and eat 'em up whole! There's one thing I hate, there's one thing I hate, there's ONE THING I HATE!"
"Eh? Eh? Oh, God, what is it?" the old lady says, feeling her life flash before her eyes.
Maxwell notes her discomfort and backs off a bit before saying in a more hushed tone, "Guys like KONSTANTINE, miss! They talk a big game, fer sure, but they're... they're CRAZY!"
The old lady bites her tongue clean off.
"He's been readin' too many comic books; he thinks he's like a Doctor Doom or somethin'! I think he took a wrong turn at Albuquerque, cuz he ain't in the right place! The comic book convention's the OTHER way! HAAAAAAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA!"
The old lady tries to slink away, but, seeing as she's an old lady, she fails.
"Well, when I'm through with that nut, he's gonna have all the time in the WORLD ta read his comic books... when I leave him in TRACTION! He's in the wrong field of work, lady! World domination's on the SECOND floor! Us wrasslers're on the FIRST floor: first on our miiiiiinds, first in our hearts!"
The old lady tries to ignore Maxwell and look the other way, but there's no avoiding the foul-smelling buffalo ogre.
Maxwell snaps his fingers; an idea has formulated in his complicated mind!
"Saaaay, that's a point! Alls I gotta do is, perform some amateur surgery on that no-good KONSTANTINE, take out his mind and his heart and transplant it into- NO!!! NOT another body, another FLOOR! The FIRST floor! We'll make a man outta you YET, kid! Hey, I'm doin' ya a FAVOUR! When you crazy body's been replaced, you'll actually stand a chance against me! Ain't that what ya WANT? Well, you're welcome then,... but it STILL won't be enough! Nope, I didn't come outta retirement just ta lose to a, a, a PSYCHOPATH!"
The old woman edges further and further towards the edge of the bench. Maxwell pays her no mind.
"KONSTANTINE! Can you conquer Mount Schneider? ♫ I don't thiiiiink sooooo! ♫ Oh, you'll try, YOU'LL TRY, but I ain't NEVER been scaled, much less by the likes of YOU, Lex Luthor! I ain't no Superman, but I think I can fit th' bill, if I wanna - and I DO!"
Finally, the old woman manages to fall off the bench, hitting the concrete not to hard for a healthy person, but dry brittle old lady bones couldn't stand a chance, so she's grounded!
Maxwell notices this, jumps up to his feet, and looks around before calling out, "Hey! Help! She's fallen... and she can't get up!"
THE END.
so quickly so sad!
