House Party (May 4, 2014) - Promos

Karl "The Show"
The Show is seen in the locker room of his local gym pacing

The Show: I am SICK and TIRED of all these "YOLO" wannabes talkin the talk but not walkin the walk.

The Show slams his hand on a locker, leaving a huge dent in it

The Show: EVERYONE AT WIR IS GOING TO TAKE NOTICE OF MY RAW POWER! Now, with Stephen Alexander in my corner there is no one that can stop me from being the champion. While I'm showing all the peasants of WIR why I am the most gifted and deserving champion, Thunder and Lightning is going to take over the Tag Division. I've got two arms to flex, and both of them need a title draped over them. Voltage is nothing more than your cookie cutter doormat for Celebrities like my self to walk on and display dominance.

Steven Alexander joins The Show, smiles and looks at the camera

The Show: Where there's Thunder, there's lightning,

flexing

and RAW POWER.

Fades to a screen saying "There's a storm brewing"

Voltage
You know, as I look forward to this tournament, I think about all the greats that have come before me. Without their drive, without their sacrifices, without their passion, there would be no WIR. Karl, you call yourself "The Show", which implies that these people are paying their hard earned money to see you compete. I don't buy that. I've seen the way you defend titles. You do whatever it takes to win. Well I do whatever it takes to give these people what they want, and that is a great match, and that is what I intend to do. Karl, may the best man win, but I have a feeling who that will be

El Toxico
Tad, you think your so tough? You think your better than me?! NO! I have come from wrestling in alleyways in Honduras, to wrestling in the greatest wrestling promotion, the WIR!! SISI!

You will just be another obstacle in my way to obtaining my lifelong dream! SISISI!

Tad Rodrickson
So you finally appear. Hahaha. You haven't even wrestled in the WIR ring yet and you consider yourself a wrestler. Now I haven't either but I've been in professional rings, unlike you. I've had the best training in the world, unlike you. I have the name, unlike you.

If you want step into Tad Rodrickson's world, I welcome you. But there is no leaving. Once you enter my ring, it is only that, mine. I decide who wins. I decide who stays. I decide who leaves.

And I'll you one more thing Toxico. After the match, after I get you on your back for the 1-2-3, I'm gonna rip that stupid mask of yours off. I am going to show to the world that El Toxico is a phony, El Toxico is a crook, El Toxico is a jive-ass Turkey!

Nolan Hawk
I know what you're thinking, who the hell is this guy. Coming out flapping his arms trying to high five us, why should we give a damn if he wins or loses? Well right now you have no reason to give a damn about me. But after House Party you will have a reason. At House Party everyone will witness the power of the Emerald Fusion. But I know what you're thinking now. Nolan, You aren't just going to be a flash in the pan are you? And I can answer that right now. No! NO I WILL NOT!!!! I might not be in the title tournament but after I win the four way and get the W.I.R Fan-base on my side, I'll climb the rankings and get the title, not for myself, but for all of you watching. So be ready for House Party when you will see Nolan Hawk defeat three amazing athletes and make a name for himself on behalf of W.I.R Fan-base.

Carl Jones
Ladies and gentlemen! You will shut your filthy, inbred mouths and listen to what I have to say... I have been sent out here as an ambassador representing team CJSwiftStarr. As many of you know, we have a vested interest in Mr. Ray, who just happens to becompeting here tonight. That's why I'm out here. I will be joining the commentary team, and making sure that no ringside bullshit occurs at the same time. Or, let me rephrase it this way... I'm here to make sure there's still a piece of Ransom Ray left, for us to DESTROY by the time this match is done. Oh, and Ms. Stokes! Unless you want a chair to your pretty, vulnerable little head, I'd recommend you call my friend D Swift back.

Lorn
As many are already well-aware, the expectation that the WIR has placed onto me…is that they want to see some sort of impact. Rest assured, that will happen, when my three opponents each take a trip to the void.

But to them, it was necessary that I come out here, in front of all of you…ordinary, nothing-special people, and “talk” about how I am going to do that. They want me to put into words what I am going to do, just because like the rest of the egotists backstage, they know not the concept of patience.

I don’t verbalize how I am going to make an impact. I just…do.

Hurting others comes naturally to me. I don’t necessarily derive pleasure from it; it just happens, often without my full intention. My entire life has revolved around hurting others. When you live for a long time, immersed in the emptiness, you tend to forget that you are even alive at all. With no regard for being alive, comes no capacity for mercy. The threshold of one’s ability to withstand pain…increases to unimaginable heights.

When you just stop feeling pain, you can start using it. When you stop feeling…anything, you can manipulate these feelings as a force to use outside of yourself. Unfortunately for my three opponents, every single detached emotion in my arsenal is going to be used on them. Nothing will be able to help any of you when you’re in the ring with me. You can hope, but I would not want any of you to waste your energy hoping, especially when, deep down inside, you all know full well what the outcome of this match will be, and you all know that facing me is a mistake that you will regret. That’s not a threat, that’s a promise.

The clock is ticking, boys. You can still throw in the towel and accept that it’s best not to get in my way. Make your choice.

Ransom Ray
Well, well, well, so the powers upstairs want ol' Ransom Ray to make an impact. A lesser man would complain about being put in some four way, but the fact is I'm not here to put little bits a gold jewelry around my waist, I'm here to let off some steam my cracking skulls, so with a four way the more the merrier.

First off, I've got some shitstain from Wales who thinks he is some sort of technical expert. Let me get this out of the way Mr. Jones, you may know how to slap on a a hold or two, but you ain't ever tried to put one on a ragin' bull and I can't wait to pry you off me, crack your back, and drop you straight on that little submission specialist head of yours. Good luck doin' a Koji Clutch when you can't even feel your damn arms.

Next up is Lorn. This chap thinks he is gonna change the world. Boy, the only thing that you're gonna change is the color of the canvas when I split your silver locked skull open across my knee. You can act as lifeless as you want, I'll make you a f'n method actor when I snap your neck, you won't be playin' dead any more you shit hog.

Last and certainly f'n least we got some big man named Nolan Hawk. This free spirited shit whistle likes to flap his arms as if he is gonna take off and fly. Boy, you gonna be flyin' outta my ring when I put my boot so far up your ass that your damn guts will be feelin' my toes! You can hop off ropes tryin' to appease them shit whistles in the audience, the fact is ain't none of them give two shits and a nickel if you alive or dead, they just paid to see some blood and I'm sure as hell gonna give them their money's worth. Hopefully they got a gurney big enough to haul your big dumb ass outta this arena.

Sonny Carson
Do you know what the difference between me and someone like Hex is? Talent. You see, Hex is seen as some hero to the fans, as some tough guy that people just love to cheer for. The reality is that he's just a gimmick. This is supposed to be the era of wrestling where your ability in the ring is what gets you over, but apparently hitting people in the head with a chair is good enough for Hex. It doesn't matter to me that he's "hardcore" or that he wrestles in deathmatches. I'm the best wrestler in the world, and I don't say that as a gimmick, I don't say it as a catchphrase, I don't say as a thing to put on t-shirts or a thing for the crowd to chant as I come out. I say it as a motherfucking fact.

So when you put the best wrestler in the world against some Sandman wannabe who only knows how to swing a chair and throw a punch, you can take it to the damn bank that I'm going to be coming out on top. So boo me and cheer him all you want, because the sound that comes out of your mouth won't change anything.

Hex
''Hex walks into the camera shot, which is in a dark alley lit by a single lamp post. The alley is dirty and covered in trash. Hex holds a baseball bat in his right hand''

Hex: Hello WIR.

My name is Hex, and this is my world.

I grew up dirt poor, living on the streets, in shelters, in trailer parks. I'm generally regarded as the lowest of the low....

...but that didn't stop me.

Hex looks at his bat then back at the camera

You see, ever since I can remember all I've wanted to do is become a Pro-Wrestler. So I started sneaking into the local Indy shows, I was too poor to afford a ticket. I started studying their moves, studying the holds and all of the brutal locks that hurt your opponent.

But while a Headlock may be a brutal maneuver, a headlock with BARBED WIRE is devastating. I DO know how to wrestle clean, but anybody with half a brain should know that a weapon hurts more, and I am here to HURT people. I've been around this business long enough to do what works, and every time I step in that ring I'm going to do what works.

For 15 years I've studied this craft, this art. And now I come to WIR to try and live out my fantasy. A fantasy where the poor kid from the streets becomes a World Champion. I've been waiting YEARS for this moment, the moment to crush anything and anybody keeping me from the World Championship.

Everybody in the tourney is going down, because nobody wants this as bad as I do.

Carson is just the beginning. I'll defeat anybody in my way, and when it's all said and done, you're looking at the NEW WIR World Champion.

Erik Von Jarrett
It was written in the stars, wasn't it, Kyle? You and I were destined to meet in the squared circle. You want to know a secret? I'm glad. I'm happy that I get to shut you up first. You walk around talking all this trash about how hard you've had it. You growing up hard made you hard. You think compassion is for the weak. You think that the only thing that makes a man more than what he is, is his power. You think you're scary, don't you?

Well I got news for you son: You're wrong. You think I'm scared of some skinny-ass, sawn off, pip squeek from the land that dentistry forgot!? Well I ain't, little man. All you are, all you've ever been, is a punk! If theres one thing I love as much as I love America, it's shutting punks like you up. I wanted to have a wrestling match, Kyle. I wanted to walk in, look you in the eye, shake your hand and find out who the better man is. But you wouldn't have that would you? Oh no! You had to talk trash. About me. About this country and about the fine people living in it. You got under my skin, Kyle. Congratulations are in order, I suppose. You've broken me in that way, haven't you? You've broken my patience. I'm gonna pay you back, not by breaking you. Oh no, Kyle, I'm not gonna break you. I'm gonna beat you. I'm gonna look right into your dead eyes and with the power of America at my back I'm going to put you on the mat for the one, two, three. I've heard how you do things in England, but right here, in the U.S.A, we don't break people.

After I beat you Kyle, I'm gonna offer you my hand. I'm gonna offer you the second chance to shake that hand. I'm gonna offer you the second chance to realise that this is the greatest country in the world. Then, I'm gonna go to the local sports bar and have a nice cold, domestic beer

But, if you reject me again? If you reject your second chance, I'm sorry, Kyle. Sorry that you're so damn dumb. Sorry that the next time we meet, I won't just beat your ass. I'm gonna break the breaker.

Kyle Scott
For years I've been waiting to get my hands on you Von Jarrett, I first saw your story on a shitty "Comedy" show in the UK called Russell Howard's Good News, it showed us some heart-warming video about how you were over in Afghanistan, "defending" your country, yet all you were doing was killing innocent women and children.

Some people call me a demon, but the things you've done, that must make you the devil himself.

You were building an orphanage, who for? Why do you care about these weak beings? You clearly don't have a good heart, so why don't you use your power for your own good. I admit, you could beat me, but you have these people holding you back. One wrong move and these people start to hate you. When you make that move that's when you're at your weakest, and that's when I strike.

I told you that you had a weakness, and I've found it.