Post by Sir Chris Cairns on Jun 26, 2015 20:47:54 GMT -6
Smith: Please! PLEASE! I'm begging you... all of you... to just give Chris Cairns one more chance!
Buckingham Palace. The Creation Wrestling II roster are once more crowded around the table in the war room. Commissioner John Smith stands at the head of the table, his suit jacket removed and his shirt sleeves rolled up as he leans forward with both palms pressed down on the fine, regal oak. His arms shake. His salmon coloured shirt is soaked with sweat. Damien Shite-Knight glowers at the Creation Wrestling II Commissioner.
Shite-Knight: We already DECIDED on this, Smith! We took a vote just two days ago and we all voted to overthrow Cairns! We are NOT backtracking on this!
Smith: Fuck you, Damien! You've been here all of, what, ten minutes?
Damien jumps up from his seat, snarling as he goes to make a beeline for Smith. Smith jumps back, fearful and cowering, but Nationwide and Welshie Welsh both manage to grab at Shite-Knight and restrain him just before he can manage to attack Smith.
Shite-Knight: YOU'VE NO IDEA THE HUMILIATION CAIRNS HAS PUT ME THROUGH! THE INDIGNITY!! HE DRESSED ME IN A MAID COSTUME... TRICKED ME INTO SIGNING A CONTRACT TO BE HIS MAID... HE EVEN LEGALLY CHANGED MY SURNAME TO SHITE-KNIGHT! I WANT HIM DEAD! DEAD!!
Various CreationStars plead for Shite-Knight to calm down as Nationwide and Welshie jostle with him. They eventually force him back down into his seat. He raises his hands in surrender, shouting at his colleagues to get off him. They eventually do so, but they remain stood cautiously to either side of him. It's a tense atmosphere. John Smith remains with his back pressed to the wall, breathing heavily. It is the booming, demonic Necron the Grim Harvester who speaks next.
Necron: Why should we give Cairns another chance, Smith? He couldn't even be bothered to show face at Titan, when Stephon Davis was right there for the taking. This time last year Cairns would stop at nothing to get at Stephon Davis, but this year has been severely disappointing, to say the very least! Creation Wrestling II will stand for this shoddy leadership no longer!
Numerous CreationStars are very vocal with their agreement, but Smith appeals for quiet.
Smith: Look, I understand that you are all very concerned about the direction this organisation is taking. I have also been questioning whether or not Cairns is still fit to be our leader, but after all he has done for us, we owe him one last chance before we take any drastic action.
Necron: So what do you propose, Smith?
Smith ponders for a moment and then clears his throat.
Smith: Okay, okay - just hear me out. I spoke to Commissioner Nathaniel Davis-
Everyone: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Smith: -And he has agreed to book Cairns for Heatwave 12. It's gonna be SIR Chris Cairns vs. Stephon Davis one more time in Kowloon Park and it's gonna be a No Disqualification match! I am CONFIDENT that this will light a fire under Cairns and get him back to his leading ways! We need to give Cairns the chance to show us all, and remind us all, of just who exactly he is. Just give me until Heatwave 12 to work on this and I am CERTAIN that I can return Chris Cairns to the old Chris Cairns who brought us all this far on our journey. I propose that we keep our faith in Chris Cairns... for now... and we judge him based on his performance at Heatwave.
Silence. Necron looks deep in thought. Damien Shite-Knight looks towards the living corpse and screws his face up in disgust.
Shite-Knight: Necron! You're not seriously considering this nonsense, are you?!
Nationwide butts in.
Nationwide: It's not up to Necron, it's up to ALL of us! I've been with Cairns for 25 years and I'm prepared to travel down the road with him for just a little while longer!
Cheery Bus Driver: I agree!
Santa Claus: Me too!
Various other CreationStars make their opinions known, with the vast majority seeming to back Cairns. Damien Shite-Knight shakes his head in disbelief. Necron lets out a heavy sigh.
Necron: ...Very well. We give Cairns until the conclusion of his match at Heatwave to prove that he is still worthy of being our leader; that he is still ruthless and passionate enough; that he is still a merciless conquerer... but if he shows even the slightest sign of weakness at Heatwave... then on that very night in Kowloon Park... Sir Chris Cairns... will perish.
Fade to black.
Buckingham Palace. The Creation Wrestling II roster are once more crowded around the table in the war room. Commissioner John Smith stands at the head of the table, his suit jacket removed and his shirt sleeves rolled up as he leans forward with both palms pressed down on the fine, regal oak. His arms shake. His salmon coloured shirt is soaked with sweat. Damien Shite-Knight glowers at the Creation Wrestling II Commissioner.
Shite-Knight: We already DECIDED on this, Smith! We took a vote just two days ago and we all voted to overthrow Cairns! We are NOT backtracking on this!
Smith: Fuck you, Damien! You've been here all of, what, ten minutes?
Damien jumps up from his seat, snarling as he goes to make a beeline for Smith. Smith jumps back, fearful and cowering, but Nationwide and Welshie Welsh both manage to grab at Shite-Knight and restrain him just before he can manage to attack Smith.
Shite-Knight: YOU'VE NO IDEA THE HUMILIATION CAIRNS HAS PUT ME THROUGH! THE INDIGNITY!! HE DRESSED ME IN A MAID COSTUME... TRICKED ME INTO SIGNING A CONTRACT TO BE HIS MAID... HE EVEN LEGALLY CHANGED MY SURNAME TO SHITE-KNIGHT! I WANT HIM DEAD! DEAD!!
Various CreationStars plead for Shite-Knight to calm down as Nationwide and Welshie jostle with him. They eventually force him back down into his seat. He raises his hands in surrender, shouting at his colleagues to get off him. They eventually do so, but they remain stood cautiously to either side of him. It's a tense atmosphere. John Smith remains with his back pressed to the wall, breathing heavily. It is the booming, demonic Necron the Grim Harvester who speaks next.
Necron: Why should we give Cairns another chance, Smith? He couldn't even be bothered to show face at Titan, when Stephon Davis was right there for the taking. This time last year Cairns would stop at nothing to get at Stephon Davis, but this year has been severely disappointing, to say the very least! Creation Wrestling II will stand for this shoddy leadership no longer!
Numerous CreationStars are very vocal with their agreement, but Smith appeals for quiet.
Smith: Look, I understand that you are all very concerned about the direction this organisation is taking. I have also been questioning whether or not Cairns is still fit to be our leader, but after all he has done for us, we owe him one last chance before we take any drastic action.
Necron: So what do you propose, Smith?
Smith ponders for a moment and then clears his throat.
Smith: Okay, okay - just hear me out. I spoke to Commissioner Nathaniel Davis-
Everyone: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Smith: -And he has agreed to book Cairns for Heatwave 12. It's gonna be SIR Chris Cairns vs. Stephon Davis one more time in Kowloon Park and it's gonna be a No Disqualification match! I am CONFIDENT that this will light a fire under Cairns and get him back to his leading ways! We need to give Cairns the chance to show us all, and remind us all, of just who exactly he is. Just give me until Heatwave 12 to work on this and I am CERTAIN that I can return Chris Cairns to the old Chris Cairns who brought us all this far on our journey. I propose that we keep our faith in Chris Cairns... for now... and we judge him based on his performance at Heatwave.
Silence. Necron looks deep in thought. Damien Shite-Knight looks towards the living corpse and screws his face up in disgust.
Shite-Knight: Necron! You're not seriously considering this nonsense, are you?!
Nationwide butts in.
Nationwide: It's not up to Necron, it's up to ALL of us! I've been with Cairns for 25 years and I'm prepared to travel down the road with him for just a little while longer!
Cheery Bus Driver: I agree!
Santa Claus: Me too!
Various other CreationStars make their opinions known, with the vast majority seeming to back Cairns. Damien Shite-Knight shakes his head in disbelief. Necron lets out a heavy sigh.
Necron: ...Very well. We give Cairns until the conclusion of his match at Heatwave to prove that he is still worthy of being our leader; that he is still ruthless and passionate enough; that he is still a merciless conquerer... but if he shows even the slightest sign of weakness at Heatwave... then on that very night in Kowloon Park... Sir Chris Cairns... will perish.
Fade to black.
