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Qonas
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posted on 9-27-2011 at 07:20 PM Edit Post Reply With Quote
Motor City Wrestling: Japan

LAX, 9/23/11, 2145 PST



Sir, a human being does not count as a carry-on.

: But she's cool with it! See the thumbs up?

Sir, we can't allow you to turn our airline into a human trafficking pipeline.

HHH: This is bullshit!

...no, sir, this is pretty simple human rights.

HHH: Whatever lady. When my mom-in-law wins a Senate seat, some laws are gonna change.

: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

HHH: Naitch! There ya are! What took so long?

: Had to give some IRS agents the slip, give a little lady a taste of Space Mountain, and I may or may not have forgotten my ticket and had to go back to my limo and get it!

Meanwhile, at the Hall of Justice on board MCW's private jet

: Alright I gotta say, this is one sweet jet.

: Only the best! You should see the one I use to travel to Wolverine road games.

Christian: I don't-

Qonas: Now, you've seen the jet and you saw the contract. I'm deadly serious; you are going to be the main focus for this season of Motor City Wrestling. Most of us owners, we were pretty sickened by how the old WWE treated ya. And most of the rest of the owners would know how to properly book you, but I'm not most owners. I go all in. I put together most of the top talent in Japan, threw in a little Flair and Triple H, and their sole purpose is going to be to make you a legend.

Christian: Nice. I'll prove I'm worth it.

Qonas: And we haven't even discussed your first scheduled match yet.

Back on AA Flight Whatever to Tokyo, Japan

: So I says to this Qonas, son, pay my debt and I'll sign a lifetime contract!

HHH: You know that's impossible with the state of the business right now, though.

: What?!

HHH: Naitch, things change every season. Nobody stays more than that unless they're drafted again.

: I'll kill him! I'll kill him!! He takes a swig from a tiny plastic airline vodka bottle. Well no, I won't, because he took my advice for this federation of his! Champ, I'm broadening your horizons!

HHH: Well yeah Naitch, I've never worked in Japan before. I mean we had those few WWE trips but those didn't really count, I mean actually work IN and FOR Japan. I can't wait to see their side of the business.

: It's gonna be great Champ, this Qonas drafted a lot of my friends so I'll introduce you and we'll hit the town and then the ring and own this island baby!

: WOOOOOOOOOO!

HHH: Yeah, this is going to be fun. And I'll get to escape the insanity over in America for a bit, AND get a first-hand view of some of that crazy Japanese porn. This will be sweet!

Back on MCW's private jet

Qonas: -championship match, right out of the gate. First show. Main event. Title on the line.

Christian: Right into the action, alright. I like that. Won't some of the Japanese wrestlers get annoyed they're being passed over though?

Qonas: Nope. I held a tournament among them to crown our first champion, while you and the other foreigners were being brought over here. I got my assistant watching things, so at any time no-



Qonas: -I'll get a text letting me know who the champ is. He pulls his cell phone out from his pocket, and checks it. AWESOME. Well Cap, your opponent will be the newly crowned Motor City Champion-

Tokyo International Airport

Flair and Triple H exit the plane, arm-in-arm with a couple Japanese stewardesses. An overworked staff member is behind the group, pushing the luggage carrier.

: Looks like Tokyo Disneyland is open for business, ha, WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

HHH: What Steph doesn't know won't hurt her, besides I get tired of those damn implants. They're like boulders Naitch.

: Speaking of boulders, here comes the bedrock of wrestling in Japan! Over here! YO MUTA!

: It is a honor, Naitch-san. Welcome back to Japan.

HHH: Uh...

: Now did a little bird deceive me or are you now CHAMPION!?

Muta: You are correct, I have indeed risen to the top once again. He throws the MCW belt over his shoulder. No one could vanquish me, and when I stood atop their defeated bodies I let them all know they could kiss my ass.

: HA! That's why you're the Champ!

Muta: Yes. Now I have to go, my mist needs refilling, but I wanted to be the first to welcome you. I take my leave. He bows and heads off.

On the MCW private jet, currently taxing on the tarmac.

Qonas: Hello? Cap? C.C.? You there? Your very first match, right out of the gate, will be a ladder match for the MCW Championship against the Great Muta.



Back inside the airport

HHH: So, uh, he does know we're in public right? I mean they don't all-

: Leaping in from out of nowhere. HA! You stand before us normal citizens, but soon you shall lie in the ring prone before us!

HHH: ...

: Tiger Masks! You're calling out the Nature Boy, the SIX-TEEN-TIME world's heavyweight CHAMPION?! Calling out the GAME, the CHAMP, the CEREBRAL ASSASSIN?!?! This is TRIPLE H! He smacks H across the chest.

HHH: Guys we're in an airport...

: HA! We shall see you at MCW 1! They run off. Literally sprinting.

: WE'LL BE THERE! WOOOOOOOOOOO!

HHH: Ric, nobody's even-

The steady hum of the background noise at the airport begins to grow louder and more distinct - "TELLY, TELLY, TELLY, TELLY!"

: Well now if it isn't the old Nature Boy and Hunter Hearst Helmsley.

: Just stares agape at Terry.

: Ha! Terry you bastard! He throws his arm around Funk's shoulder, the stewardess formerly walking with Flair looking miffed and walking away. Knew you were here but didn't think we'd catch you in the airport, tell me how things are shaping up here NICE CRIMSON MASK!

: Well thanks Ric-They turn and begin walking away from Triple H.



Meanwhile, deep within the bowels of the Tokyo Dome...

: For too long have I waited. For too long has Flair and Triple H and that pathetic Klique been allowed to sit like Nero on this throne, fiddling away and stuffing their fat faces, while the hard workers beneath them LIKE ME get SCREWED!

: Yep it sucks, are you going to eat your sashimi?

Shane: Don't be flippant about this Matt, you've been screwed by them just as I have. Why were you no longer working for the WWE? Why were you slumming it in TNA? And why, when Flair happened to arrive, did you then take a back seat?

Morgan: ....

Shane: Remember that Matt. It's why we're here. It's why I convinced that little midget to draft us, once I learned he had already nabbed those two pricks. Now is the time for MY revenge! Flair, Triple H, their Klique, the wrestling world, EVERYONE WILL PAY FOR CROSSING THE FRANCHISE!!

Morgan: .....you know I'm with you. But the sashimi is just sitting there and-

Matt is cut off by a loud beeping from the massive HD screen and computer hook-up in front of them. Shane hits a button and the screen flashes on.

: Flair and Triple H have landed. They are here. They suspect nothing. They will be led their to downfall at our hand.

Shane: HA HA HA, excellent! I knew I could count on you -He taps the side of his nose- "Mr. X".

Mr. X: You were not the only one dicked over by Flair. He will pay for his crimes against me.

The screen flashes off.

Shane: And so it begins, HA HA HA.

Morgan: Why do we have to call him Mr. X? He didn't even distort his voice, I know it's-



Morgan: ....whatever dude. Are you going to eat-

Shane: TAKE THE DAMN SASHIMI.





Why Don't You Put Out an APB - an Ask Pam Beesly!

So the pop culture zeitgeist of this shitty age I find myself living in doesn't just compel me to love these piggish oafs, but I now also have to admit that they're the equivalent to hard-working people who've earned legitimate acting careers? Fuck that noise, junior. - Paddlefoot

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posted on 10-1-2011 at 05:10 AM Edit Post Reply With Quote
Qonas' Office/Apartment/Italian Bistro, just outside of the Tokyo Dome

Having already buzzed in his expected guests, Qonas is leaning back in his executive chair, feet propped up on an old school desk requisitioned from a nearby public school. After a few moments, his door flies open.

: I am bloody well pissed off and I bloody well demand satisfaction if I am going to perform for this miserable little company of yours!

: Hey William, nice to see you too, how can I help you?

: Well I don't know what was running through your head, sunshine, but I CAN NOT work with this Fenian toerag!

: Ah don't listen ta him, he just keeps nitpickin' and complainin' about dumb things.

Regal: This.....this vile creature won't stop drinking!

Knox: Nope.

Regal: And has already locked me out of our accommodations because she brought back some sod to snog!

Knox: Yeah.

Qonas: Ok that's on me, I really should've given you guys separate rooms.

: ...........YES, YES you should have. And I highly suggest that if you expect me to get in your filthy ring and wrestle, you rectify this situation.

Rebecca rolls her eyes and head exaggeratedly.

Qonas: You'll get your room, Willseph, but after that I'm doing nothing. I made Ms. Knox your manager for a reason. And you won't do a thing because you're under contract, so you have to be out there, and you'll wrestle, because if you don't you will get annihilated out there. Didn't you read who you're facing tomorrow?

Regal: ....no.

Qonas: You should. Now go get some sleep, you'll have a room by the time you get back.

Regal: ......come along you barmy slapper.

Knox: AUGH for th' last time I don't understand your fekkin' slang!

They leave. Qonas lets out an annoyed breath and goes back to bed.

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posted on 10-4-2011 at 11:11 PM Edit Post Reply With Quote






Why Don't You Put Out an APB - an Ask Pam Beesly!

So the pop culture zeitgeist of this shitty age I find myself living in doesn't just compel me to love these piggish oafs, but I now also have to admit that they're the equivalent to hard-working people who've earned legitimate acting careers? Fuck that noise, junior. - Paddlefoot

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