EWA.com Exclusive: Unaired Footage from SLAM!
Sept 17, 2019 23:28:49 GMT
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Suddenly we're interrupted as Chris Hero's music abruptly plays throughout the arena.
SCOTT STANFORD: What's this? Do you think Chris Hero is going to make an appearance?
DON WEST: Well yeah, obviously, that's exactly what that means.
The man himself appears on the entrance ramp, making a beeline straight for the ring. Unsurprisingly, Chris Hero does not look like he is in a good mood, as he snaps a microphone from the referee.
CHRIS HERO: Alright you f**ks, I've had it up to here with everything.
SCOTT STANFORD: That's a great start to a promo, I gotta say.
The referee wipes a bead of sweat off his forehead as he reminds Chris to try and not swear when they are live in the arena. Chris responds by threatening to backhand the referee.
CHRIS HERO: No swearing, huh? Alright I'll give that a shot, for once. Anyway, listen up jerks. I've been sitting in the back for months now, man. Doing absolutely nothing. Me and Aldis lose our belts to the Briscoes, then suddenly the company has a tour of Japan and would you look at that, I'm not on it. I'm nowhere to be found. Where's my fu... where's my return title shot, huh? Where's my sweet tour money? Where's the respect I get for carrying that tag team division for a year, huh? Nowhere. At least I got some boys in the back to help me out though, right? Wrong. Angelico is still out hurt, Aldis has disappeared, Samoa Joe seems like he has his own stuff going on, and my buddy Cesaro has been mind controlled by some freak. That one, that last one? That hurts the most, man. Cesaro was a guy that I thought would always have my back.
Chris looks up at the entrance ramp now.
CHRIS HERO: So here's the deal. Cesaro is backstage. Samoa Joe is backstage. Angelico and Aldis, I dunno about you cats, but Cesaro and Joe are definitely back there. So here's the deal guys, let's not bother wasting time out the back, let's settle our scores right here. We're either gonna talk about it, or we're gonna fight about it, but either way we're gonna sort out this Kings of Wrestling crap for good, yeah? So let's do this.
Hero leans against the ropes as he watches the entrance, waiting for Cesaro or Joe to make a move. He shouldn't be surprised, but what he gets is neither Cesaro nor Joe, but the haunting tones of "Tearing the Veil From Grace!"
SCOTT STANFORD: Oh my, this is not going to be a pleasant interaction!
UltraMantis Black slowly saunters to the top of the ramp, his long black cloak dragging behind him. He plants his staff on the steel grating and raises his free hand, gesturing broadly to the countless spectators in attendance. His antennae are bouncing with energy as he peers around the arena and eventually fixates his gaze on the ring -- and on Chris Hero.
DON WEST: You know something, I wish you'd FOR ONCE show some respect to our Insect Overlord, Stanford!
ULTRAMANTIS BLACK: Ah, Mister Hero...I am afraid I take great umbrage with your hateful speech. You see, I...UltraMantis Black...am no 'freak!' I am not something for you to lampoon! I am far from an individual for you to ridicule, Mister Hero! Particularly now, Mister Hero, as I am still in deep mourning for my beloved friend Prince Nana...particularly now, your words pierce my tough exoskeleton and stab down to my very souuuuuuuul!!
Hero looks like he's already fed up with The Great and Devious One, but Mantis prattles on with no sign of stopping.
ULTRAMANTIS BLACK: You see, Mister Hero, despite what Mister Stanford thinks about my character, or perhaps more accurately, your own, but --
SCOTT STANFORD: Hey, how did he even hear me say that?!
DON WEST: Supersonic hearing, Stanford! All members of the mantis family have it!
SCOTT STANFORD: I-I don’t think that's accur-
DON WEST: SHUT UP! UltraMantis is speaking!
ULTRAMANTIS BLACK: -- this interaction will be NOTHING BUT pleasant. Even though, Mister Hero, you have attempted to destroy my credibility in the eyes of EWA Management, in the eyes of these people and worst of all, Mister Hero, you have threatened my deep, lasting friendship with my Broadsword.
Hero's eyes narrow and he starts inaudibly cursing Mantis at the mere mention of Cesaro.
ULTRAMANTIS BLACK: Beyond your issues with the Grounded Angel, beyond your squabbles with Sir Nicholas, beyond your questions with Samoan Joe and far-past your timeless plight corralling the so-called Kings of Wrestling resides the iota of an idea that...perhaps...Mister Cesaro has found...another purpose. He's found...another, higher calling. He's found ...another King?
CHRIS HERO: Ohhh ho ho don't go getting me started, man. I'm about to start swearing again. Listen, I don't know what you're talking about, ever, nobody here does, but I am fed up to the back teeth of having to listen to this garbage. Me and Cesaro are tight, man, or at least we were until you came along and started screwing everything up. Whatever has happened is all because of you, and I don't like it. Cesaro and me, WE'RE the Kings of Wrestling.
UltraMantis nods and grips the handle of his staff tighter.
ULTRAMANTIS BLACK: Your words are irrelevant, Mister Hero. The power I possess, the force with which I am willing to strike down upon not only you, but anyone who chooses to oppose my quest -- is immeasurable! BEYOND YOUR PUNY MIND'S COMPREHENSION, FRIEND!! My Broadsword is the living embodiment of destruction! My Broadsword is the weapon with which I shall behead EWA -- and when nothing is left but the twitching, flailing body, separated from its prideful, senseless head, I shall rebuild EWA. I shall make it - and this world with it - a better place! For ALLLLLLLLLL!
Hero has been speaking casually with the referee as Mantis passionately orates and finally looks back to the stage.
CHRIS HERO: ...Yeah yeah, whatever. You mentioned, thirty minutes or so ago, that your force is immeasurable, right? Well I think I wanna try measuring it anyway, buddy. You talk a lot but you never have anything to say, you ever notice that? I got a lot to say about this though, and I'm gonna do it with my fu... with my fists. Here's the thing, man, I wanted Joe or Cesaro to come out here tonight because I figured we'd end up scrapping, so I got it cleared with the brass that next week I'd end up fighting whoever came out to answer me. It looks like you were bright enough to volunteer yourself for that match, and I gotta say, I'm real f**king excited about that, because I really... REALLY want to punch your teeth down your throat. So let's see how much talking you do next week after you need to get your jaw wired shut.
Chris Hero casually drops the microphone as he stares up at UltraMantis Black on the stage. Mantis is absolutely beside himself and seems a bit hesitant, but eventually accepts his fate and stomps off the state as Hero smirks in the ring and we fade to black!
SCOTT STANFORD: What's this? Do you think Chris Hero is going to make an appearance?
DON WEST: Well yeah, obviously, that's exactly what that means.
The man himself appears on the entrance ramp, making a beeline straight for the ring. Unsurprisingly, Chris Hero does not look like he is in a good mood, as he snaps a microphone from the referee.
CHRIS HERO: Alright you f**ks, I've had it up to here with everything.
SCOTT STANFORD: That's a great start to a promo, I gotta say.
The referee wipes a bead of sweat off his forehead as he reminds Chris to try and not swear when they are live in the arena. Chris responds by threatening to backhand the referee.
CHRIS HERO: No swearing, huh? Alright I'll give that a shot, for once. Anyway, listen up jerks. I've been sitting in the back for months now, man. Doing absolutely nothing. Me and Aldis lose our belts to the Briscoes, then suddenly the company has a tour of Japan and would you look at that, I'm not on it. I'm nowhere to be found. Where's my fu... where's my return title shot, huh? Where's my sweet tour money? Where's the respect I get for carrying that tag team division for a year, huh? Nowhere. At least I got some boys in the back to help me out though, right? Wrong. Angelico is still out hurt, Aldis has disappeared, Samoa Joe seems like he has his own stuff going on, and my buddy Cesaro has been mind controlled by some freak. That one, that last one? That hurts the most, man. Cesaro was a guy that I thought would always have my back.
Chris looks up at the entrance ramp now.
CHRIS HERO: So here's the deal. Cesaro is backstage. Samoa Joe is backstage. Angelico and Aldis, I dunno about you cats, but Cesaro and Joe are definitely back there. So here's the deal guys, let's not bother wasting time out the back, let's settle our scores right here. We're either gonna talk about it, or we're gonna fight about it, but either way we're gonna sort out this Kings of Wrestling crap for good, yeah? So let's do this.
Hero leans against the ropes as he watches the entrance, waiting for Cesaro or Joe to make a move. He shouldn't be surprised, but what he gets is neither Cesaro nor Joe, but the haunting tones of "Tearing the Veil From Grace!"
SCOTT STANFORD: Oh my, this is not going to be a pleasant interaction!
UltraMantis Black slowly saunters to the top of the ramp, his long black cloak dragging behind him. He plants his staff on the steel grating and raises his free hand, gesturing broadly to the countless spectators in attendance. His antennae are bouncing with energy as he peers around the arena and eventually fixates his gaze on the ring -- and on Chris Hero.
DON WEST: You know something, I wish you'd FOR ONCE show some respect to our Insect Overlord, Stanford!
ULTRAMANTIS BLACK: Ah, Mister Hero...I am afraid I take great umbrage with your hateful speech. You see, I...UltraMantis Black...am no 'freak!' I am not something for you to lampoon! I am far from an individual for you to ridicule, Mister Hero! Particularly now, Mister Hero, as I am still in deep mourning for my beloved friend Prince Nana...particularly now, your words pierce my tough exoskeleton and stab down to my very souuuuuuuul!!
Hero looks like he's already fed up with The Great and Devious One, but Mantis prattles on with no sign of stopping.
ULTRAMANTIS BLACK: You see, Mister Hero, despite what Mister Stanford thinks about my character, or perhaps more accurately, your own, but --
SCOTT STANFORD: Hey, how did he even hear me say that?!
DON WEST: Supersonic hearing, Stanford! All members of the mantis family have it!
SCOTT STANFORD: I-I don’t think that's accur-
DON WEST: SHUT UP! UltraMantis is speaking!
ULTRAMANTIS BLACK: -- this interaction will be NOTHING BUT pleasant. Even though, Mister Hero, you have attempted to destroy my credibility in the eyes of EWA Management, in the eyes of these people and worst of all, Mister Hero, you have threatened my deep, lasting friendship with my Broadsword.
Hero's eyes narrow and he starts inaudibly cursing Mantis at the mere mention of Cesaro.
ULTRAMANTIS BLACK: Beyond your issues with the Grounded Angel, beyond your squabbles with Sir Nicholas, beyond your questions with Samoan Joe and far-past your timeless plight corralling the so-called Kings of Wrestling resides the iota of an idea that...perhaps...Mister Cesaro has found...another purpose. He's found...another, higher calling. He's found ...another King?
CHRIS HERO: Ohhh ho ho don't go getting me started, man. I'm about to start swearing again. Listen, I don't know what you're talking about, ever, nobody here does, but I am fed up to the back teeth of having to listen to this garbage. Me and Cesaro are tight, man, or at least we were until you came along and started screwing everything up. Whatever has happened is all because of you, and I don't like it. Cesaro and me, WE'RE the Kings of Wrestling.
UltraMantis nods and grips the handle of his staff tighter.
ULTRAMANTIS BLACK: Your words are irrelevant, Mister Hero. The power I possess, the force with which I am willing to strike down upon not only you, but anyone who chooses to oppose my quest -- is immeasurable! BEYOND YOUR PUNY MIND'S COMPREHENSION, FRIEND!! My Broadsword is the living embodiment of destruction! My Broadsword is the weapon with which I shall behead EWA -- and when nothing is left but the twitching, flailing body, separated from its prideful, senseless head, I shall rebuild EWA. I shall make it - and this world with it - a better place! For ALLLLLLLLLL!
Hero has been speaking casually with the referee as Mantis passionately orates and finally looks back to the stage.
CHRIS HERO: ...Yeah yeah, whatever. You mentioned, thirty minutes or so ago, that your force is immeasurable, right? Well I think I wanna try measuring it anyway, buddy. You talk a lot but you never have anything to say, you ever notice that? I got a lot to say about this though, and I'm gonna do it with my fu... with my fists. Here's the thing, man, I wanted Joe or Cesaro to come out here tonight because I figured we'd end up scrapping, so I got it cleared with the brass that next week I'd end up fighting whoever came out to answer me. It looks like you were bright enough to volunteer yourself for that match, and I gotta say, I'm real f**king excited about that, because I really... REALLY want to punch your teeth down your throat. So let's see how much talking you do next week after you need to get your jaw wired shut.
Chris Hero casually drops the microphone as he stares up at UltraMantis Black on the stage. Mantis is absolutely beside himself and seems a bit hesitant, but eventually accepts his fate and stomps off the state as Hero smirks in the ring and we fade to black!