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Re: "Scumbag" Teddy (Black Bear, but commonly misheard as Blackbeard) Soloway IV of the Isles of Skellige
Picture this: In the conclusion of the above scene where Sanders stands in the hallway with Soloway’s precious trombone in his hands, Guy steps forward wearing a concerned expression.
Guy: I’m not so sure that’s the best idea, Bryan. Two wrongs and all that.
Sanders: So you’re saying I should do nothing to get back at him? To make him feel the same way I felt?
Guy: Just...just maybe this isn’t the best way to go about things. You take the high road and maybe show that you can be the better man about this.
Sanders: Better man...better man…Better man doesn’t get you too far in this business, much less this world. I’m living proof of that. I’m the one trying to make a name for myself without stepping on anyone to get there. Yet here I am without anything to show for that.
Guy: Soloway isn’t even that bad of a guy he just...like to have fun, I guess.
Sanders: Fun at my expense, and that’s when it become a problem.
Sanders sets down the trombone.
Sanders: I’ll settle this another way.
Which brings us to this week, with Sanders now watching as Teddy Soloway celebrates a major victory over the Global Champion. After playing a victory tune on that trombone, Soloway asks for a microphone a starts speaking as soon as he receives it.
Soloway: Woo! There’s no way you could have expected anything less! I’m undefeated for a reason and that’s because when it’s time to perform on the big stage, I show up, and I get the job done. Let’s not forget that I already beat like half the guys in the chamber like it was nothing, and now i’ve beaten the clown with the big belt. Now I don’t even need a belt to prove it when I say that I am just better than everyone else.
Soloway grins wide despite the crowd booing him.
Soloway: And you don’t even have to take my word for it. Look! Ask my good friend Bryan Sanders who had a first-row seat to a marquee match he’d never even be considered to be a part of, much less win. Oh, you thought you’d distract me, didn’t you, Bryan? What a shame. Little did you know that I love an audience. Next time don’t be so selfish, man. Bring a friend or two, buy that friendship if you have to. Hell, everyone will want to fake being friends with you anyway if it means being ringside at the most spectacular specimen to ever step foot in this company.
Soloway laughs gleefully, full reveling in this moment. The worst part being that there were no cheap shots, no shenanigans, Soloway was simply better than Vindy tonight, and you can’t take that away from him.
Soloway: The numbers don’t lie. I beat the Global Champion Voice Vindy, who beat Zack Starr who beat Aaron Waite. That’s three in one shot. Call it fifteen and ZERO! There is no stop--
Sanders: Teddy...Teddy! Easy there, you’re getting yourself all worked up over all of this. Just relax. Look, I’ll admit that I’m a little offended, and not by what you just said about me, I’ve known you long enough to figure out that you’re an insecure, pathological liar who can’t be taken seriously. But it did hurt my feelings when you went on that little spiel and didn’t even think to thank me.
Soloway: Thank you?!
Sanders: Ah, there it is. I appreciate it, buddy. You are absolutely welcome.
The crowd laughs as Sanders gets Soloway to walk right into that.
Sanders: But yes, thank me because it was my being out here that inspired you to go above what everybody expected you to do. So I feel like I should reap a little bit of these rewards. Since apparently this wasn’t just an ordinary match, I’d like to officially announce that I am current three and ZERO!
Soloway’s eyes fly open in shock and the crowd quickly adds salt to the wounds with their chant of three and ze-ro.
Soloway: NO! NOOOOOO! You can’t be... you...three and...NO! I’m the one that’s undefeated! Me! You’re making it all up.
Sanders: Which reminds me, Teddy. That $24.72 you owed me for my clothes? Forget about it! An anonymous fan footed the bill. I’d consider that a personal victory for myself, wouldn’t you? So I guess we can make it four and zero now!
Soloway: STOP THAT!
Sanders: Oh yeah! That $63.29 for the car window? Water under the bridge! As it turn out one of the workers there is a fan and decided that the repair would actually be on the house. What a great bit of luck that was. For those of you keeping score, I believe that puts me at a whopping five and zero!
Soloway: Those weren’t even matches! And how can you say you beat anyone when you never step foot inside of this ring? You’re a hypocrite and a fraud.
Sanders: I don’t know, Teddy. If you don’t like this little streak I’ve been on, it would seem there’s only one way for you to personally put an end to it, now isn’t there?
The crowd pops and their cheers are the seal of approval on this potential match.
Soloway: You me in that ring so bad? Fine, you got it! I’m going to put an end to you and that fake streak of yours!
Sanders: Sounds fine to me, Teddy. See you at UnChained.
With a smirk on his face from what he’s been able to accomplish, Sanders walks off to prepare for this battle.
Guy: I’m not so sure that’s the best idea, Bryan. Two wrongs and all that.
Sanders: So you’re saying I should do nothing to get back at him? To make him feel the same way I felt?
Guy: Just...just maybe this isn’t the best way to go about things. You take the high road and maybe show that you can be the better man about this.
Sanders: Better man...better man…Better man doesn’t get you too far in this business, much less this world. I’m living proof of that. I’m the one trying to make a name for myself without stepping on anyone to get there. Yet here I am without anything to show for that.
Guy: Soloway isn’t even that bad of a guy he just...like to have fun, I guess.
Sanders: Fun at my expense, and that’s when it become a problem.
Sanders sets down the trombone.
Sanders: I’ll settle this another way.
Which brings us to this week, with Sanders now watching as Teddy Soloway celebrates a major victory over the Global Champion. After playing a victory tune on that trombone, Soloway asks for a microphone a starts speaking as soon as he receives it.
Soloway: Woo! There’s no way you could have expected anything less! I’m undefeated for a reason and that’s because when it’s time to perform on the big stage, I show up, and I get the job done. Let’s not forget that I already beat like half the guys in the chamber like it was nothing, and now i’ve beaten the clown with the big belt. Now I don’t even need a belt to prove it when I say that I am just better than everyone else.
Soloway grins wide despite the crowd booing him.
Soloway: And you don’t even have to take my word for it. Look! Ask my good friend Bryan Sanders who had a first-row seat to a marquee match he’d never even be considered to be a part of, much less win. Oh, you thought you’d distract me, didn’t you, Bryan? What a shame. Little did you know that I love an audience. Next time don’t be so selfish, man. Bring a friend or two, buy that friendship if you have to. Hell, everyone will want to fake being friends with you anyway if it means being ringside at the most spectacular specimen to ever step foot in this company.
Soloway laughs gleefully, full reveling in this moment. The worst part being that there were no cheap shots, no shenanigans, Soloway was simply better than Vindy tonight, and you can’t take that away from him.
Soloway: The numbers don’t lie. I beat the Global Champion Voice Vindy, who beat Zack Starr who beat Aaron Waite. That’s three in one shot. Call it fifteen and ZERO! There is no stop--
Sanders: Teddy...Teddy! Easy there, you’re getting yourself all worked up over all of this. Just relax. Look, I’ll admit that I’m a little offended, and not by what you just said about me, I’ve known you long enough to figure out that you’re an insecure, pathological liar who can’t be taken seriously. But it did hurt my feelings when you went on that little spiel and didn’t even think to thank me.
Soloway: Thank you?!
Sanders: Ah, there it is. I appreciate it, buddy. You are absolutely welcome.
The crowd laughs as Sanders gets Soloway to walk right into that.
Sanders: But yes, thank me because it was my being out here that inspired you to go above what everybody expected you to do. So I feel like I should reap a little bit of these rewards. Since apparently this wasn’t just an ordinary match, I’d like to officially announce that I am current three and ZERO!
Soloway’s eyes fly open in shock and the crowd quickly adds salt to the wounds with their chant of three and ze-ro.
Soloway: NO! NOOOOOO! You can’t be... you...three and...NO! I’m the one that’s undefeated! Me! You’re making it all up.
Sanders: Which reminds me, Teddy. That $24.72 you owed me for my clothes? Forget about it! An anonymous fan footed the bill. I’d consider that a personal victory for myself, wouldn’t you? So I guess we can make it four and zero now!
Soloway: STOP THAT!
Sanders: Oh yeah! That $63.29 for the car window? Water under the bridge! As it turn out one of the workers there is a fan and decided that the repair would actually be on the house. What a great bit of luck that was. For those of you keeping score, I believe that puts me at a whopping five and zero!
Soloway: Those weren’t even matches! And how can you say you beat anyone when you never step foot inside of this ring? You’re a hypocrite and a fraud.
Sanders: I don’t know, Teddy. If you don’t like this little streak I’ve been on, it would seem there’s only one way for you to personally put an end to it, now isn’t there?
The crowd pops and their cheers are the seal of approval on this potential match.
Soloway: You me in that ring so bad? Fine, you got it! I’m going to put an end to you and that fake streak of yours!
Sanders: Sounds fine to me, Teddy. See you at UnChained.
With a smirk on his face from what he’s been able to accomplish, Sanders walks off to prepare for this battle.
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Re: "Scumbag" Teddy (Black Bear, but commonly misheard as Blackbeard) Soloway IV of the Isles of Skellige
Picture this: The opening pyro show of UnChained has just completed; the crowd is rowdy; the atmosphere is electric; every body is ready for the show of their lives.
When Bryan Sanders’ theme hits the crowd goes wild, a surprisingly strong reaction for a man who hardly used to get much fanfare at all. That’s the power of passion that these people are feeding off of right now.
They’re not just cheering for him because of the hype of this pay per view event finally getting underway.
This is a genuine reaction to seeing a man who desperately wants to leave a mark on the business making his way out to fight for his pride and for respect. For so long Sanders has just been the man who is simply...there. A match here and there, maybe picking up a fan among those who truly root for the forsaken, the underdogs. Now he has a chance to make an impact on a big stage against an opponent who definitely has created some buzz for himself. A match that can make or break his career.
It helps that “Scumbag” Teddy… whatever the hell his name is, makes it so easy to dislike him. A man who has accomplished nothing acting like he has the whole world in the palm of his hand is begging for somebody to put him in his place. The jovial attitude, the lies, the hypocrisy, the poor trombone playing--there have to be thousands of people in this packed arena who are dying to see somebody shut Soloway up once and for all.
Sanders could be that guy.
The man who claimed to be 5-0 to make the allegedly 15-0 Soloway enraged enough to finally agree to wrestle him like a man, has made it midway down the ramp. He pauses now to soak in this moment. So many wrestlers on this card have been in and around the main event scene so long that moments like this must feel like an eternity ago. But for Sanders this is his here and now. Though one day he hopes he’ll be the last man to make his entrance on a show, not the first.
He looks around the arena and the men, women and children all cheering for him. How good that must feel. They want him to win, to take this big step in career. A woman in the front row even has a “Can’t put a price on respect!” sign in reference to the money Sanders claimed Soloway owed him which is what added fuel to the fire.
With a smile on his face, Sanders jogs over to the woman and doesn’t hesitate to autograph that sign to her delight. Then he poses for a picture with her and the half dozen other fans who try to squeeze into the shot.
BAM!
Like a runaway train plowing into a stalled car, Teddy Soloway drives himself into Sanders, sending his opponent for tonight sailing down the ramp. The momentum leads Sanders to hit the steel with a crash before rolling down to the foot of the ramp.
Just like the attitude of the building has completely shifted.
It was a room full of hype and hope--full of people eagerly waiting to see a great match. It doesn’t look like they’re getting anything now. The boos are a reflection of that acknowledgement. And now that Sanders’ music has been cut off, those boos are all you can hear. It fills the arena and spills out through the cracks in the wall. This was supposed to be Sanders’ night, his chance to break through the glass ceiling, but it’s all been taken away from him by the undisputed most selfish guy on the roster.
The worst part is that Soloway either doesn’t care, or is truly oblivious about why his actions warrant such a heated, negative reaction. Both options are equally frustrating. Either way, Soloway stands there and laughs over Sanders’ fallen body, pouring buckets of salt over gaping wounds. The force of the initial impact that he couldn’t brace for, combined with the ugly landing on the unbiased, ungiving ground has put Sanders in a tough spot.
It’s taking him some time to catch his breath and process what just happened to him, and with every second it takes him to peel himself off the ground, the anticipation within the crowd to see him get his retribution builds. He pushes himself up to his hands and his knees, coughing violently while trying to shake to the cobwebs out to clear his head. Out of nowhere Soloway drives his fist into Sanders’ face knocking him back down.
Just like that the life is sucked out of the building. That glimmer of possibility gone. Sanders was completely blindsided from the word go and Soloway wisely never let him come to his senses. Soloway laughs some more and walks over to the timekeeper’s area to retrieve a microphone.
“Well what do you know,” he says, well screams over the pissed off crowd. “My good friend, just doesn’t seem fit to compete.”
Soloway walks over to where he left Sanders on the ground. “I guess that means, that I’ve won this little battle of ours.” Soloway smiles the smile of a man who doesn’t realize a vast majority of the people here dislike him.
“Which that I, the man who pinned your Global Champion has moved up to 16-0!” He raises his arms in victory, but he’s the only one celebrating that so-called achievement.
“Not only that, but it’s only right that I absorb this clown’s questionable 5-0 streak as my own, giving me a respectable 21-0 undefeated record in this company.”
Soloway says that all without a hint of irony.
“It’s only right that I move on to bigger and better things, after this--things like getting my rightful title matches. Not only did that dancing clown Anthony Brown getting into that chamber after I beat him, but I couldn’t even make it to my World Title match against Vindy, and now he’s facing the guy who embarrassed this brand at Showdown.”
Soloway looks down at Sanders. “Hate it had to be you.”
He drops the microphone and turns to walk away, but Sanders was only playing possum! He tackles Soloway from behind sending both men crashing down to the ground. As Soloway lays on his stomach and tries to cover up, Sanders mounts and unleashed a barrage of lefts and rights, not caring where they hit as long as knuckles meet flesh and that that flesh is attached to Teddy Soloway.
Sanders wants Soloway to feel pain.
Sanders wants Soloway to feel regret.
Sanders wants to beat Soloway until he’s just a mass of flesh and bone on this ramp and the crowd is cheering him on every step of the way. Soloway jerks himself to the side causing Sanders to slip off, then Soloway desperately tries to crawl away looking satisfyingly pathetic for a man who was unjustifiably confident just a minute ago.
Sanders manages to grab Soloway by the ankles preventing any kind of escape. Soloway unsteadily rises to his feet on one leg then spins himself so that he and Sanders are face to face. The crowd is on fire now, dying for Soloway to get his comeuppance, especially after what he just pulled tonight. Even Sanders is starting to feel like, looking Soloway dead in the eyes and saying that he’s getting carried out in a body bag tonight.
Soloway’s eyes widen in fair as those words sink in. He’s not trying to go out like that. He reaches out with his hands to try to slap Sanders in the face, but not only is Sanders too far away, but every swipe threatens to send Soloway tumbling to the ground, putting him in a vulnerable position that he’d rather not be in again.
Ready to make good on his promise is Sanders to tosses down Soloway’s leg, then drives his shoulder into Soloway’s gut, pushing him backward until Soloway’s back crashes into the minitron. Soloway frantically drives a couple of elbows into Sanders upper back to get him to quit it, but Sanders is too hoppped up on adrenaline to let the pain get to him. Instead, Sanders drives Soloway spine-first into the minitron again and again and again until Soloway fall to his knees and becomes dead weight that Sanders can’t keep on his feet.
Sanders backs up and drags his thumb along the base of his throat, his intentions clear. He races forward with every malicious intention to sandwich Soloway’s head between his boot and the minitron, but Soloway thwarts those plans by narrowly dodging it.
Sanders’ foot crashes into the screen sending shockwaves of pain rippling up his right leg. He limps around as Soloway gets to his feet. Sanders turns around and Soloway pokes him in both eyes! The cheap move stuns Sanders long enough for Soloway to make a beeline out of the arena to the dismay of the crowd. Sanders leans against the wall and rubs his reddening, watery eyes.
His night ruined, and his star-making match put on hold--all his can do now is trudge backstage in disappointment.
When Bryan Sanders’ theme hits the crowd goes wild, a surprisingly strong reaction for a man who hardly used to get much fanfare at all. That’s the power of passion that these people are feeding off of right now.
They’re not just cheering for him because of the hype of this pay per view event finally getting underway.
This is a genuine reaction to seeing a man who desperately wants to leave a mark on the business making his way out to fight for his pride and for respect. For so long Sanders has just been the man who is simply...there. A match here and there, maybe picking up a fan among those who truly root for the forsaken, the underdogs. Now he has a chance to make an impact on a big stage against an opponent who definitely has created some buzz for himself. A match that can make or break his career.
It helps that “Scumbag” Teddy… whatever the hell his name is, makes it so easy to dislike him. A man who has accomplished nothing acting like he has the whole world in the palm of his hand is begging for somebody to put him in his place. The jovial attitude, the lies, the hypocrisy, the poor trombone playing--there have to be thousands of people in this packed arena who are dying to see somebody shut Soloway up once and for all.
Sanders could be that guy.
The man who claimed to be 5-0 to make the allegedly 15-0 Soloway enraged enough to finally agree to wrestle him like a man, has made it midway down the ramp. He pauses now to soak in this moment. So many wrestlers on this card have been in and around the main event scene so long that moments like this must feel like an eternity ago. But for Sanders this is his here and now. Though one day he hopes he’ll be the last man to make his entrance on a show, not the first.
He looks around the arena and the men, women and children all cheering for him. How good that must feel. They want him to win, to take this big step in career. A woman in the front row even has a “Can’t put a price on respect!” sign in reference to the money Sanders claimed Soloway owed him which is what added fuel to the fire.
With a smile on his face, Sanders jogs over to the woman and doesn’t hesitate to autograph that sign to her delight. Then he poses for a picture with her and the half dozen other fans who try to squeeze into the shot.
BAM!
Like a runaway train plowing into a stalled car, Teddy Soloway drives himself into Sanders, sending his opponent for tonight sailing down the ramp. The momentum leads Sanders to hit the steel with a crash before rolling down to the foot of the ramp.
Just like the attitude of the building has completely shifted.
It was a room full of hype and hope--full of people eagerly waiting to see a great match. It doesn’t look like they’re getting anything now. The boos are a reflection of that acknowledgement. And now that Sanders’ music has been cut off, those boos are all you can hear. It fills the arena and spills out through the cracks in the wall. This was supposed to be Sanders’ night, his chance to break through the glass ceiling, but it’s all been taken away from him by the undisputed most selfish guy on the roster.
The worst part is that Soloway either doesn’t care, or is truly oblivious about why his actions warrant such a heated, negative reaction. Both options are equally frustrating. Either way, Soloway stands there and laughs over Sanders’ fallen body, pouring buckets of salt over gaping wounds. The force of the initial impact that he couldn’t brace for, combined with the ugly landing on the unbiased, ungiving ground has put Sanders in a tough spot.
It’s taking him some time to catch his breath and process what just happened to him, and with every second it takes him to peel himself off the ground, the anticipation within the crowd to see him get his retribution builds. He pushes himself up to his hands and his knees, coughing violently while trying to shake to the cobwebs out to clear his head. Out of nowhere Soloway drives his fist into Sanders’ face knocking him back down.
Just like that the life is sucked out of the building. That glimmer of possibility gone. Sanders was completely blindsided from the word go and Soloway wisely never let him come to his senses. Soloway laughs some more and walks over to the timekeeper’s area to retrieve a microphone.
“Well what do you know,” he says, well screams over the pissed off crowd. “My good friend, just doesn’t seem fit to compete.”
Soloway walks over to where he left Sanders on the ground. “I guess that means, that I’ve won this little battle of ours.” Soloway smiles the smile of a man who doesn’t realize a vast majority of the people here dislike him.
“Which that I, the man who pinned your Global Champion has moved up to 16-0!” He raises his arms in victory, but he’s the only one celebrating that so-called achievement.
“Not only that, but it’s only right that I absorb this clown’s questionable 5-0 streak as my own, giving me a respectable 21-0 undefeated record in this company.”
Soloway says that all without a hint of irony.
“It’s only right that I move on to bigger and better things, after this--things like getting my rightful title matches. Not only did that dancing clown Anthony Brown getting into that chamber after I beat him, but I couldn’t even make it to my World Title match against Vindy, and now he’s facing the guy who embarrassed this brand at Showdown.”
Soloway looks down at Sanders. “Hate it had to be you.”
He drops the microphone and turns to walk away, but Sanders was only playing possum! He tackles Soloway from behind sending both men crashing down to the ground. As Soloway lays on his stomach and tries to cover up, Sanders mounts and unleashed a barrage of lefts and rights, not caring where they hit as long as knuckles meet flesh and that that flesh is attached to Teddy Soloway.
Sanders wants Soloway to feel pain.
Sanders wants Soloway to feel regret.
Sanders wants to beat Soloway until he’s just a mass of flesh and bone on this ramp and the crowd is cheering him on every step of the way. Soloway jerks himself to the side causing Sanders to slip off, then Soloway desperately tries to crawl away looking satisfyingly pathetic for a man who was unjustifiably confident just a minute ago.
Sanders manages to grab Soloway by the ankles preventing any kind of escape. Soloway unsteadily rises to his feet on one leg then spins himself so that he and Sanders are face to face. The crowd is on fire now, dying for Soloway to get his comeuppance, especially after what he just pulled tonight. Even Sanders is starting to feel like, looking Soloway dead in the eyes and saying that he’s getting carried out in a body bag tonight.
Soloway’s eyes widen in fair as those words sink in. He’s not trying to go out like that. He reaches out with his hands to try to slap Sanders in the face, but not only is Sanders too far away, but every swipe threatens to send Soloway tumbling to the ground, putting him in a vulnerable position that he’d rather not be in again.
Ready to make good on his promise is Sanders to tosses down Soloway’s leg, then drives his shoulder into Soloway’s gut, pushing him backward until Soloway’s back crashes into the minitron. Soloway frantically drives a couple of elbows into Sanders upper back to get him to quit it, but Sanders is too hoppped up on adrenaline to let the pain get to him. Instead, Sanders drives Soloway spine-first into the minitron again and again and again until Soloway fall to his knees and becomes dead weight that Sanders can’t keep on his feet.
Sanders backs up and drags his thumb along the base of his throat, his intentions clear. He races forward with every malicious intention to sandwich Soloway’s head between his boot and the minitron, but Soloway thwarts those plans by narrowly dodging it.
Sanders’ foot crashes into the screen sending shockwaves of pain rippling up his right leg. He limps around as Soloway gets to his feet. Sanders turns around and Soloway pokes him in both eyes! The cheap move stuns Sanders long enough for Soloway to make a beeline out of the arena to the dismay of the crowd. Sanders leans against the wall and rubs his reddening, watery eyes.
His night ruined, and his star-making match put on hold--all his can do now is trudge backstage in disappointment.
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Re: "Scumbag" Teddy (Black Bear, but commonly misheard as Blackbeard) Soloway IV of the Isles of Skellige
is steven spielgberg gonna make this promo into a movie, didn't read that much when i was in school ffs.... gg tho
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Re: "Scumbag" Teddy (Black Bear, but commonly misheard as Blackbeard) Soloway IV of the Isles of Skellige
just trying to get sanders over
pls buy his shirt
pls buy his shirt
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Re: "Scumbag" Teddy (Black Bear, but commonly misheard as Blackbeard) Soloway IV of the Isles of Skellige
I read all of that during school
bless <3
bless <3
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Re: "Scumbag" Teddy (Black Bear, but commonly misheard as Blackbeard) Soloway IV of the Isles of Skellige
Picture this: Bryan Sanders is celebrating his victory, standing on the middle turnbuckle with both hands raised high in the air.
This must feel so good.
It was only just a few days ago that Sanders was blindsided by Teddy Soloway before what Sanders was hoping to be a star-making performance at Unchained. Instead mutual feelings of disdain erupted into an all-out brawl that spilled out of the ring, up the ramp and ended on the stage with Soloway barely able to escape Sanders’ clutches after instigating the altercation to begin with.
Tonight was Sanders’ opportunity to show himself, the fans and especially Soloway that he may have been down at the pay per view, but he’s not out. He’s not a victim. He’s not going to let anybody stop him from finally making something of himself on this show.
Zynda may not be the brand’s biggest names, but Sanders can’t look at Zynda and not see himself--both are on the bottom of the totem pole, talents who are just there but who constantly, desperately hoping to be so much more.
At least tonight Sanders proved that he’s at least a notch above the likes of Zynda. Perhaps he can use this as the foundation.
*Sarcastic, slow clapping is heard coming through the speakers.*
There’s just one obstacle to get through before he’s in the clear.
With a big grin on his face, Soloway almost seems genuinely happy at Sanders’ success--despite the two being engaged in such a heated rivalry for over a month now. The crowd boos as Soloway makes his way down the ramp--still clapping, and still smiling. Once he gets into the ring, Soloways asks for a microphone and doesn’t even bother waiting for the crowd noise to die down before speaking.
Soloway: Congrats, buddy! So happy to see that you’re doing alright after that...unfortunate incident at the pay per view. Look, things got off on a bad start between us, but I really do think there’s time for all of this to end before it crosses the point of no return.
Sanders gives Soloway a curious glance.
Soloway: When I went 22-0 tonight after inspiring you to pull yourself up by the bootstraps and get this victory, I realized that we’re going to get nowhere if we keep fighting each other. See, I have a date with the Global Champion after pinning him--remember? You were there. While you--well--I’m sure there’s something for you to do around here. What I’m trying to say is that I think we should call a truce.
Soloway reaches out his hand and waits for Sanders to shake it. Completely caught off guard by this action, Sanders puts his hands on his hips then looks around at the crowd. The audience doesn’t waste chiming in with their opinion, filling the room with the sound of their boos indicating their distrust of Soloway and this alleged peace offering.
Soloway: Don’t listen to these clowns. HEY! SHUT UP! Don’t listen to them, Bryan. Think for yourself. Think and realize that there’s nothing you want to do more in this moment than shake my hand.
Sanders considers that for a moment, then motions that he wants Soloway to hand him the mic.
Sanders: Actually, right now, there’s something I want to do even more than that.
He hand the mic back to Soloway.
Soloway: And just what could that possibly b--
Sanders springs forward and connects with a Codebreaker before Soloway could even fully get the question out! The crowd bursts into cheers as Soloway stands over Soloway’s body with an arm raised in the air.
This must feel so good.
It was only just a few days ago that Sanders was blindsided by Teddy Soloway before what Sanders was hoping to be a star-making performance at Unchained. Instead mutual feelings of disdain erupted into an all-out brawl that spilled out of the ring, up the ramp and ended on the stage with Soloway barely able to escape Sanders’ clutches after instigating the altercation to begin with.
Tonight was Sanders’ opportunity to show himself, the fans and especially Soloway that he may have been down at the pay per view, but he’s not out. He’s not a victim. He’s not going to let anybody stop him from finally making something of himself on this show.
Zynda may not be the brand’s biggest names, but Sanders can’t look at Zynda and not see himself--both are on the bottom of the totem pole, talents who are just there but who constantly, desperately hoping to be so much more.
At least tonight Sanders proved that he’s at least a notch above the likes of Zynda. Perhaps he can use this as the foundation.
*Sarcastic, slow clapping is heard coming through the speakers.*
There’s just one obstacle to get through before he’s in the clear.
With a big grin on his face, Soloway almost seems genuinely happy at Sanders’ success--despite the two being engaged in such a heated rivalry for over a month now. The crowd boos as Soloway makes his way down the ramp--still clapping, and still smiling. Once he gets into the ring, Soloways asks for a microphone and doesn’t even bother waiting for the crowd noise to die down before speaking.
Soloway: Congrats, buddy! So happy to see that you’re doing alright after that...unfortunate incident at the pay per view. Look, things got off on a bad start between us, but I really do think there’s time for all of this to end before it crosses the point of no return.
Sanders gives Soloway a curious glance.
Soloway: When I went 22-0 tonight after inspiring you to pull yourself up by the bootstraps and get this victory, I realized that we’re going to get nowhere if we keep fighting each other. See, I have a date with the Global Champion after pinning him--remember? You were there. While you--well--I’m sure there’s something for you to do around here. What I’m trying to say is that I think we should call a truce.
Soloway reaches out his hand and waits for Sanders to shake it. Completely caught off guard by this action, Sanders puts his hands on his hips then looks around at the crowd. The audience doesn’t waste chiming in with their opinion, filling the room with the sound of their boos indicating their distrust of Soloway and this alleged peace offering.
Soloway: Don’t listen to these clowns. HEY! SHUT UP! Don’t listen to them, Bryan. Think for yourself. Think and realize that there’s nothing you want to do more in this moment than shake my hand.
Sanders considers that for a moment, then motions that he wants Soloway to hand him the mic.
Sanders: Actually, right now, there’s something I want to do even more than that.
He hand the mic back to Soloway.
Soloway: And just what could that possibly b--
Sanders springs forward and connects with a Codebreaker before Soloway could even fully get the question out! The crowd bursts into cheers as Soloway stands over Soloway’s body with an arm raised in the air.
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The celebration is well underway as Soloway soaks in his thrilling come-from-behind victory against Zack Zynda. After playing the trombone for a bit, he rolls out of the ring and grabs a microphone. He stands on the announce table to ensure that everyone in the building can see him.
Soloway: Twenty-Three and Zero. That’s right. And, if you don’t believe the numbers, you can go back and watch each and every guaranteed classic on your own time! Just remember this: one of those wins was against your Global Champion Voice Vindy. Right here in the middle of the ring, your boy “Scumbag” Teddy (Black Bear, but commonly misheard as Blackbeard) Soloway IV of the Isles of Skellige, came out here and thought what nobody thought could be done.
Soloway laughs drawing the ire of the crowd.
Soloway: You all remember that, right? How I pinned that clown’s shoulders to the mat for the three count right in front of your eyes. Rewind the tape however many times you want. Call your mama and ask her if it was just a dream. It won’t change facts, and the facts are loud and clear: I am BETTER than the Global Champion. I am BETTER than everybody on this roster. Ever since I came here, I’ve beaten the best of the best and I’m starting to think it’s time that I’m rewarded for bringing this show to new heights.
The crowd cheers loudly and Soloway smiles thinking it’s all for him. But what he doesn’t realize is that Sanders has slipped into the ring behind him and has Soloway’s trombone in his hands.
Soloway: See?! See?! Now you’re all starting to get it. Why fight the future? Just embrace me and all that I’ll bring to this company once I get my rightful title match and--
It isn’t until the crowd starts chanting Sanders’ name that Soloway realizes that something is up. He turns around and that’s when he sees Sanders midway up the ramp with Soloway’s trombone. Soloways leaps off the announce table and starts a chase, but Sanders uses his head start to his advantage by disappearing backstage before Soloway even makes it to the foot of the ramp.
Soloway: Twenty-Three and Zero. That’s right. And, if you don’t believe the numbers, you can go back and watch each and every guaranteed classic on your own time! Just remember this: one of those wins was against your Global Champion Voice Vindy. Right here in the middle of the ring, your boy “Scumbag” Teddy (Black Bear, but commonly misheard as Blackbeard) Soloway IV of the Isles of Skellige, came out here and thought what nobody thought could be done.
Soloway laughs drawing the ire of the crowd.
Soloway: You all remember that, right? How I pinned that clown’s shoulders to the mat for the three count right in front of your eyes. Rewind the tape however many times you want. Call your mama and ask her if it was just a dream. It won’t change facts, and the facts are loud and clear: I am BETTER than the Global Champion. I am BETTER than everybody on this roster. Ever since I came here, I’ve beaten the best of the best and I’m starting to think it’s time that I’m rewarded for bringing this show to new heights.
The crowd cheers loudly and Soloway smiles thinking it’s all for him. But what he doesn’t realize is that Sanders has slipped into the ring behind him and has Soloway’s trombone in his hands.
Soloway: See?! See?! Now you’re all starting to get it. Why fight the future? Just embrace me and all that I’ll bring to this company once I get my rightful title match and--
It isn’t until the crowd starts chanting Sanders’ name that Soloway realizes that something is up. He turns around and that’s when he sees Sanders midway up the ramp with Soloway’s trombone. Soloways leaps off the announce table and starts a chase, but Sanders uses his head start to his advantage by disappearing backstage before Soloway even makes it to the foot of the ramp.
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After securing a victory over Joseph Gregory and extending his victory streak to an alleged 24-0, Soloway rolls out of the ring and grabs a microphone. He was able to ignore rival Bryan Sanders parading around the ring with his stolen trombone--forcing him to use a backup--but Soloway clearly has a bone to pick with Sanders now.
Soloway: All right, Bryan, you had your fun trying to be me for a week. It’s too bad that didn’t translate to even getting a match--a shame too, because I would have loved seeing you get slapped around... as usual.
Sanders: Wrestle a match tonight? And risk not seeing you wrestle up close and personal? I wouldn’t dream of it.
Soloway: Normally I would be flattered--
Sanders: My pleasure…
Soloway: But I know that that’s a lie considering you spent half the match trying to distract me!
Sanders: Oh, you mean when I was playing the instrument?
Soloway: Yeah that’s what I meant.
Sanders: Come on, Teddy, I was just trying to get some practice in. It was nothing personal.
Soloway: No! You’re not the musician here. I am! I am the multi-talented superstar that is bringing this brand to new heights!
Sanders: That’s why I took the trombone, Teddy! I was hoping it would help me be more like you.
Sanders smriks when he says that, clearly talking out of his ass to get under Soloway’s skin.
Soloway: You’ll never be like me, Bryan! Never!
Sanders: See that hurts, Teddy, because you haven’t given me a chance to prove that. Which is a shame because I had the perfect opportunity to show that I’m better than you at UnChained. Remember that night, Teddy? Remember how you jumped me from behind because you were scared to wrestle me?
Soloway: You’ve gotta be kidding me! I wasn’t scared at all.
Sanders’ face is beginning to turn red as Soloway’s refusal to admit any wrongdoing is beginning to upset me.
Sanders: Then why did you do it then, huh? It wasn’t fear, if it wasn’t because you’re just not man enough to settle something that you started, then tell me why you did it!
Soloway: I was...I was doing you a favor!
Sanders: Hah! You’re kidding with that one, right?
Soloway: I’m the man you pinned the Global Champion clean as a whistle right here in the middle of the ring.
Sanders: How long are you going to ride on the coattails of that one win?
Soloway: At least until you can say the same thing too! And it wasn’t just one win, it was one of many. Don’t you dare forget that I’m twenty-four and zero.
Sanders: Have you even actually wrestled that many matches?
Soloway: Twenty four and zero! Not a single man on roster can say that they’ve gotten the best of me, but you swear that you would have gotten lucky enough to do it. My favor was sparing you the embarrassment of getting styled on on such a big stage.
Sanders: The only embarrassing thing about that night was you running away with your tail tucked between your legs.
Soloway: I don’t even have a tail! What are you talking about?
Soloway shamelessly laughs heartily at his bad joke.
Sanders: You can make your jokes, but notice that you’re the only one laughing, Teddy. So if you’re not going to admit why you did what you did at UnChained. I’ll tell you. It’s because you knew that you pissed off the wrong man. You thought that you’d get away with your nonsense in the cafeteria, but it’s like I’ve been saying time and time again: I’m not a man who’ll let someone walk all over me and not repay them in kind. I will not stop until--
Soloway: You will not stop until they fire your ass because all you do is harrass me every moment of every day. You’re trying to get me to admit to something that isn’t true just so these clowns in the arena buy into your sob story. Why don’t you do the right thing and admit that you’re delusional because there was no way in hell that you were going to come anywhere close to beating me.
Sanders: Delusional...
Soloway: Yeah, that’s what I said. Delusional. What, you deaf too?
Sanders: Delusional. The man who’s bragging about an undefeated streak that doesn’t exist is calling me delusional?
Soloway: It is re--
Sanders: The man who started this whole thing by throwing a tantrum because I sat at the same table as him has the nerve to question my mental state? You stand there talking so confidently about how you would have beaten me without breaking a sweat at UnChained, Teddy. But how do you know that that’s really how it would have played out? Huh? HOW DO YOU KNOW?
Soloway: Did you not see what happened tonight? Or the weeks before that? When push comes to shove, I get the job done. THAT’S how I know.
Sanders: Yeah, on Intensity. Teddy, I’m so glad we’re having this chat because things are finally started to come together. Sure, you can perform on the weekly shows...but what about the big-time matches. Pay-Per-Views are a spectacle--bright lights--giant crowds that you can’t tune out...and you were so afraid of choking, especially in your first ever Pay-Per-View match, that you didn’t want to take the risk at all. That’s why you attacked me.
Soloway: I attacked you because you’re a nobody trying to drag me down to your level of patheticness.
Sanders: If only you were as willing to throw fists as you are to hurl around this grade-school insults. When are you going to grow up and own up to your mistakes? You started this, but you won’t finish. You want me to go away so badly, you know what you have to do.
Soloway: You don’t make the matches around here. You don’t just get to waltz out here, blackmail me by holding my trombone hostage so you can try to force me to wrestle you.
Sanders: This trombone is just an insurance policy. You wrestle me and I’ll give it back to you safe and sound.
Soloway: You can’t outsmart me. When I beat you, you’d just be a sore loser and hang onto it.
Now it’s Sanders who’s chuckling at Soloway’s train of thought.
Sanders: For somebody so confident he can beat me, it’s so strange how you’re hesitating to accept my challenge.
Soloway: Fine you want to fight me so badly, then you get your finished.
Sanders: See, was that so hard?
Soloway: Next week.
Sanders: What?
Soloway: Next week, live on Intensity you get your wish. Me versus You in a one on one match right here in this ring.
The crowd boos at Soloway working so hard at depriving them of seeing this match on a bigger stage.
Sanders: I think you meant to say No Remorse.
Soloway: I know what I said.
Sanders: And I heard it. I’m just telling you that you’re mistaken. When we fight, it’s going to be at No Remorse. I am NOT going to let you rob me of my chance to make a name for myself, and I will not rest until I rip you apart to do it. Years from now when they talk about the defining moments of my career, the very first one they’ll mention is when I destroyed you in front a sold-out arena. The night that I beat you so decisively that there will be no way for you to twist the fact and claim that you won.
Soloway: That’s nice and all, but in case you don’t understand, the match is happening next week, NOT at No Re--
In a quick motion, Sanders flicks his wrist and smacks the trombone off the side of the crowd barricade.
Sanders: You’re not weaseling your way out of this one.
Soloway: Stop that.
Sanders: Say that the match will happen at No Remorse.
Soloway takes a few steps in Sanders’ direction trying to save his instrument, but then Sanders quickly lifts the trombone over the steel stairs. The threat of violence halts Teddy in his tracks.
Sanders: Bryan Sanders against Teddy Soloway at No Remorse. Accept the match.
Soloway: That’s not even my full name!
Sanders slams the trombone down against the stairs.
Sanders: Accept it!
Soloway: Fine. Fine. I accept it. Now give me back my damn trombone.
The crowd cheers
Sanders: Uh-uh. Like I said: insurance. You do anything to sneak your way out of this match and I’ll see to it that you never see this again and you’ll forever have to settle with your back up.
Sanders’ theme hits and for a few moments he and Soloway lock eyes and stare each other down. Finally, Sanders, smirks and walks away to prepare for the clash against Soloway at No Remorse.
Soloway: All right, Bryan, you had your fun trying to be me for a week. It’s too bad that didn’t translate to even getting a match--a shame too, because I would have loved seeing you get slapped around... as usual.
Sanders: Wrestle a match tonight? And risk not seeing you wrestle up close and personal? I wouldn’t dream of it.
Soloway: Normally I would be flattered--
Sanders: My pleasure…
Soloway: But I know that that’s a lie considering you spent half the match trying to distract me!
Sanders: Oh, you mean when I was playing the instrument?
Soloway: Yeah that’s what I meant.
Sanders: Come on, Teddy, I was just trying to get some practice in. It was nothing personal.
Soloway: No! You’re not the musician here. I am! I am the multi-talented superstar that is bringing this brand to new heights!
Sanders: That’s why I took the trombone, Teddy! I was hoping it would help me be more like you.
Sanders smriks when he says that, clearly talking out of his ass to get under Soloway’s skin.
Soloway: You’ll never be like me, Bryan! Never!
Sanders: See that hurts, Teddy, because you haven’t given me a chance to prove that. Which is a shame because I had the perfect opportunity to show that I’m better than you at UnChained. Remember that night, Teddy? Remember how you jumped me from behind because you were scared to wrestle me?
Soloway: You’ve gotta be kidding me! I wasn’t scared at all.
Sanders’ face is beginning to turn red as Soloway’s refusal to admit any wrongdoing is beginning to upset me.
Sanders: Then why did you do it then, huh? It wasn’t fear, if it wasn’t because you’re just not man enough to settle something that you started, then tell me why you did it!
Soloway: I was...I was doing you a favor!
Sanders: Hah! You’re kidding with that one, right?
Soloway: I’m the man you pinned the Global Champion clean as a whistle right here in the middle of the ring.
Sanders: How long are you going to ride on the coattails of that one win?
Soloway: At least until you can say the same thing too! And it wasn’t just one win, it was one of many. Don’t you dare forget that I’m twenty-four and zero.
Sanders: Have you even actually wrestled that many matches?
Soloway: Twenty four and zero! Not a single man on roster can say that they’ve gotten the best of me, but you swear that you would have gotten lucky enough to do it. My favor was sparing you the embarrassment of getting styled on on such a big stage.
Sanders: The only embarrassing thing about that night was you running away with your tail tucked between your legs.
Soloway: I don’t even have a tail! What are you talking about?
Soloway shamelessly laughs heartily at his bad joke.
Sanders: You can make your jokes, but notice that you’re the only one laughing, Teddy. So if you’re not going to admit why you did what you did at UnChained. I’ll tell you. It’s because you knew that you pissed off the wrong man. You thought that you’d get away with your nonsense in the cafeteria, but it’s like I’ve been saying time and time again: I’m not a man who’ll let someone walk all over me and not repay them in kind. I will not stop until--
Soloway: You will not stop until they fire your ass because all you do is harrass me every moment of every day. You’re trying to get me to admit to something that isn’t true just so these clowns in the arena buy into your sob story. Why don’t you do the right thing and admit that you’re delusional because there was no way in hell that you were going to come anywhere close to beating me.
Sanders: Delusional...
Soloway: Yeah, that’s what I said. Delusional. What, you deaf too?
Sanders: Delusional. The man who’s bragging about an undefeated streak that doesn’t exist is calling me delusional?
Soloway: It is re--
Sanders: The man who started this whole thing by throwing a tantrum because I sat at the same table as him has the nerve to question my mental state? You stand there talking so confidently about how you would have beaten me without breaking a sweat at UnChained, Teddy. But how do you know that that’s really how it would have played out? Huh? HOW DO YOU KNOW?
Soloway: Did you not see what happened tonight? Or the weeks before that? When push comes to shove, I get the job done. THAT’S how I know.
Sanders: Yeah, on Intensity. Teddy, I’m so glad we’re having this chat because things are finally started to come together. Sure, you can perform on the weekly shows...but what about the big-time matches. Pay-Per-Views are a spectacle--bright lights--giant crowds that you can’t tune out...and you were so afraid of choking, especially in your first ever Pay-Per-View match, that you didn’t want to take the risk at all. That’s why you attacked me.
Soloway: I attacked you because you’re a nobody trying to drag me down to your level of patheticness.
Sanders: If only you were as willing to throw fists as you are to hurl around this grade-school insults. When are you going to grow up and own up to your mistakes? You started this, but you won’t finish. You want me to go away so badly, you know what you have to do.
Soloway: You don’t make the matches around here. You don’t just get to waltz out here, blackmail me by holding my trombone hostage so you can try to force me to wrestle you.
Sanders: This trombone is just an insurance policy. You wrestle me and I’ll give it back to you safe and sound.
Soloway: You can’t outsmart me. When I beat you, you’d just be a sore loser and hang onto it.
Now it’s Sanders who’s chuckling at Soloway’s train of thought.
Sanders: For somebody so confident he can beat me, it’s so strange how you’re hesitating to accept my challenge.
Soloway: Fine you want to fight me so badly, then you get your finished.
Sanders: See, was that so hard?
Soloway: Next week.
Sanders: What?
Soloway: Next week, live on Intensity you get your wish. Me versus You in a one on one match right here in this ring.
The crowd boos at Soloway working so hard at depriving them of seeing this match on a bigger stage.
Sanders: I think you meant to say No Remorse.
Soloway: I know what I said.
Sanders: And I heard it. I’m just telling you that you’re mistaken. When we fight, it’s going to be at No Remorse. I am NOT going to let you rob me of my chance to make a name for myself, and I will not rest until I rip you apart to do it. Years from now when they talk about the defining moments of my career, the very first one they’ll mention is when I destroyed you in front a sold-out arena. The night that I beat you so decisively that there will be no way for you to twist the fact and claim that you won.
Soloway: That’s nice and all, but in case you don’t understand, the match is happening next week, NOT at No Re--
In a quick motion, Sanders flicks his wrist and smacks the trombone off the side of the crowd barricade.
Sanders: You’re not weaseling your way out of this one.
Soloway: Stop that.
Sanders: Say that the match will happen at No Remorse.
Soloway takes a few steps in Sanders’ direction trying to save his instrument, but then Sanders quickly lifts the trombone over the steel stairs. The threat of violence halts Teddy in his tracks.
Sanders: Bryan Sanders against Teddy Soloway at No Remorse. Accept the match.
Soloway: That’s not even my full name!
Sanders slams the trombone down against the stairs.
Sanders: Accept it!
Soloway: Fine. Fine. I accept it. Now give me back my damn trombone.
The crowd cheers
Sanders: Uh-uh. Like I said: insurance. You do anything to sneak your way out of this match and I’ll see to it that you never see this again and you’ll forever have to settle with your back up.
Sanders’ theme hits and for a few moments he and Soloway lock eyes and stare each other down. Finally, Sanders, smirks and walks away to prepare for the clash against Soloway at No Remorse.
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