Post by wwjbcd on Apr 16, 2016 23:28:34 GMT
And so, time marches on. Only a couple of weeks remain before the very best tag teams go head-to-head-to-head-to-head to determine who the very very best will be. Several teams have had their says thus far: KashVille, The French Mime Assassins (you read that right), WildLin (proving that 4CW teams have a thing for double capitalizations)... and of course, The Pacific Wrecking Crew.
We've already heard the wild duo have their says during and after the official NJFC press conference regarding Tag-Team-Tropolis, but The Johnny, aka Johnny Bonecrusher claims to have words for days; does Maxwell Schneider though?
Today our scene opens up inside a radio station. Which one and where? Use your mind's eye! In your mind, it can be any radio station you desire! Anyway, a skinny gentleman and his portly co-host are seated at their... radio desks?... with two extra-special gentlemen directly across from them.
"-And we're back with some more Radio Free Wrestling, live on KRRP, broadcasting out of Sheboygan, Wisconsin, with towers in neighboring cities and a few in Minnesota too."
"Why did you say that, Lanky Dean?"
"I-I don't quite know, Big-Boned Barry! But anyway, we're happy to have with us today two participants in New Japan Fighting Championship's Tag-Team-Tropolis tag-team tournament extravaganza, a one-day tournament to crown the first-ever NJFC GPC Tag-Team Champions!"
"Boy, you just said a mouthful!"
"Good hustle there, 3-B! So yeah, our guests today are in this tournament, The Pacific Wrecking Crew, named that as current NJFC Global Champion Johnny Bonecrusher resides in Southwestern British Columbia, and his partner and good friend 'Perfectly Sane' Maxwell Schneider comes from Portland, Oregon."
"The Pacific Northwest is a great breeding ground for professional wrestlers, I hear!"
"Yeah, well, name some!"
"Uhh... well, there's..."
"You, uh, guys wanna be alone for a while, or...?"
The two bickering radio jockeys turn to Johnny, looking a bit embarrassed.
"S-sorry, Champ, we're just excited to have two wrestlers of your caliber on our program."
"Oh yeah? Who all've you had on your show?"
The radio due slowly look at each other, one expecting some sort of answer from the other.
"Well, uh, to be honest, you're our first guests ever."
"Yeah, wrestlers haven't really been interested in getting interviewed by a couple of nobodies in Sheboygan."
Johnny looks wary at the shady pair. Schneider doesn't seem to be bothered by his hosts.
"Well, then it's our pleasure in being your first of many guests, I'm sure!"
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA!"
Johnny and the disc jockeys wince at the decibel of the insane and arbitrarily manifesting laughter. Johnny looks at his partner with bewilderment.
"Oh... you were being serious. My bad - that, that was my bad, guys!"
"You've got to excuse my partner, he's a bit, uh..."
Schneider looks excitedly expectantly at his manager/partner. The Johnny shrugs.
"I've got nothin', actually. You should just get on with the show now. Oh, and to answer your earlier question, Ken Patera, Billy Jack Haynes, Earthquake, that NXT guy Tyler Breeze, Greg Valentine, and Masahiro Chono, believe it or not! Uh, just to name a few."
"Oh! Oh! And us! We're from the Pacific Northwest!"
The Johnny just shakes his head.
"Yeah. Yeah. You're right, Maxie, you're right. Can someone yank his mic cord or something?"
"I'll do it!"
Schneider then proceeds to yank out... Johnny's cord instead. But he doesn't realize this, and when he tries to speak, it's barely audible. Johnny looks confused, as do Lanky Dean and 3-B.
"It looks like you accidentally yanked on JBC's cord!"
The Johnny looks quite annoyed at Schneider, who just shrugs.
"Well, that's okay. You don't mind your partner answering the tough questions, do you, Johnny?"
Johnny grabs a hold of his partner's mic quickly enough to shout out a "YES!!!", before being shoved to the ground by the mammoth now in full control.
"Of course he don't mind! Get on with it!"
Johnny, still injured as a result of the sledgehammer ambush by Jean-Paul Lacklan back in the NJFC's sister promotion Championship Wrestling From Texas decides to lie on the ground and not get a concussion. The radio duo look at each other and shrug.
"Well, in two week's time, an all-territories/promotions invitational tag-team tournament to crown the very first NJFC GPC Tag-Team Champions will occur at Tag-Team-Tropolis, live from Nippon Budôkan in Tokyo, Japan. And at #5 on the first-round qualifier's list is essentially a 4CW vrs. NJFC bout, when WildLin takes on the Pacific Wrestling Crew. What do you think of that mouthful, Maxwell?"
Schneider strokes his beard vigorously, seemingly lost in thought.
"You know somethin'? I swore we already talked about those two a while back. Didn't we, John-John?"
He asks the fallen JBC, rocking him back and forth with his big furry boot.
"Jett and Bryan, right? Yeah, I reee-member now! Jett's that kid barely out of high school who Bryan nominated as the mouth-piece of their li'l group! That's a pretty great idea! The enerGETic impertinence of youth to promote their brand, like the BIGwigs like to say! Well, that's fine! That Jett kid's a dynamo! He's got a big mouth on him, but that's all that's big about him! He's a shrimp... no! - he's a prawn... no, that's gettin' bigger, ain't it? - he's krill is what he is! Gotta get like a million more of him to feed the likes of us!
You think he's solely relyin' on his chamPEEN buddy to get him outta his messes? Ain't no one's seen hide or hair of ol' Bry-Bry ever since this card's been announced! You think he's got second thoughts on teamin' with that li'l punk? Well, if you two ain't on the same page, lemme make one thing... PERFECTLY CLEAR:"
"Th-that's my line, you bastard..."
Schneider rolls JBC further away.
"The Pacific Wrecking Crew's on the same paragraph-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA!!!"
And with that, the interview seems to be over for some reason.
We've already heard the wild duo have their says during and after the official NJFC press conference regarding Tag-Team-Tropolis, but The Johnny, aka Johnny Bonecrusher claims to have words for days; does Maxwell Schneider though?
Today our scene opens up inside a radio station. Which one and where? Use your mind's eye! In your mind, it can be any radio station you desire! Anyway, a skinny gentleman and his portly co-host are seated at their... radio desks?... with two extra-special gentlemen directly across from them.
"-And we're back with some more Radio Free Wrestling, live on KRRP, broadcasting out of Sheboygan, Wisconsin, with towers in neighboring cities and a few in Minnesota too."
"Why did you say that, Lanky Dean?"
"I-I don't quite know, Big-Boned Barry! But anyway, we're happy to have with us today two participants in New Japan Fighting Championship's Tag-Team-Tropolis tag-team tournament extravaganza, a one-day tournament to crown the first-ever NJFC GPC Tag-Team Champions!"
"Boy, you just said a mouthful!"
"Good hustle there, 3-B! So yeah, our guests today are in this tournament, The Pacific Wrecking Crew, named that as current NJFC Global Champion Johnny Bonecrusher resides in Southwestern British Columbia, and his partner and good friend 'Perfectly Sane' Maxwell Schneider comes from Portland, Oregon."
"The Pacific Northwest is a great breeding ground for professional wrestlers, I hear!"
"Yeah, well, name some!"
"Uhh... well, there's..."
"You, uh, guys wanna be alone for a while, or...?"
The two bickering radio jockeys turn to Johnny, looking a bit embarrassed.
"S-sorry, Champ, we're just excited to have two wrestlers of your caliber on our program."
"Oh yeah? Who all've you had on your show?"
The radio due slowly look at each other, one expecting some sort of answer from the other.
"Well, uh, to be honest, you're our first guests ever."
"Yeah, wrestlers haven't really been interested in getting interviewed by a couple of nobodies in Sheboygan."
Johnny looks wary at the shady pair. Schneider doesn't seem to be bothered by his hosts.
"Well, then it's our pleasure in being your first of many guests, I'm sure!"
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA!"
Johnny and the disc jockeys wince at the decibel of the insane and arbitrarily manifesting laughter. Johnny looks at his partner with bewilderment.
"Oh... you were being serious. My bad - that, that was my bad, guys!"
"You've got to excuse my partner, he's a bit, uh..."
Schneider looks excitedly expectantly at his manager/partner. The Johnny shrugs.
"I've got nothin', actually. You should just get on with the show now. Oh, and to answer your earlier question, Ken Patera, Billy Jack Haynes, Earthquake, that NXT guy Tyler Breeze, Greg Valentine, and Masahiro Chono, believe it or not! Uh, just to name a few."
"Oh! Oh! And us! We're from the Pacific Northwest!"
The Johnny just shakes his head.
"Yeah. Yeah. You're right, Maxie, you're right. Can someone yank his mic cord or something?"
"I'll do it!"
Schneider then proceeds to yank out... Johnny's cord instead. But he doesn't realize this, and when he tries to speak, it's barely audible. Johnny looks confused, as do Lanky Dean and 3-B.
"It looks like you accidentally yanked on JBC's cord!"
The Johnny looks quite annoyed at Schneider, who just shrugs.
"Well, that's okay. You don't mind your partner answering the tough questions, do you, Johnny?"
Johnny grabs a hold of his partner's mic quickly enough to shout out a "YES!!!", before being shoved to the ground by the mammoth now in full control.
"Of course he don't mind! Get on with it!"
Johnny, still injured as a result of the sledgehammer ambush by Jean-Paul Lacklan back in the NJFC's sister promotion Championship Wrestling From Texas decides to lie on the ground and not get a concussion. The radio duo look at each other and shrug.
"Well, in two week's time, an all-territories/promotions invitational tag-team tournament to crown the very first NJFC GPC Tag-Team Champions will occur at Tag-Team-Tropolis, live from Nippon Budôkan in Tokyo, Japan. And at #5 on the first-round qualifier's list is essentially a 4CW vrs. NJFC bout, when WildLin takes on the Pacific Wrestling Crew. What do you think of that mouthful, Maxwell?"
Schneider strokes his beard vigorously, seemingly lost in thought.
"You know somethin'? I swore we already talked about those two a while back. Didn't we, John-John?"
He asks the fallen JBC, rocking him back and forth with his big furry boot.
"Jett and Bryan, right? Yeah, I reee-member now! Jett's that kid barely out of high school who Bryan nominated as the mouth-piece of their li'l group! That's a pretty great idea! The enerGETic impertinence of youth to promote their brand, like the BIGwigs like to say! Well, that's fine! That Jett kid's a dynamo! He's got a big mouth on him, but that's all that's big about him! He's a shrimp... no! - he's a prawn... no, that's gettin' bigger, ain't it? - he's krill is what he is! Gotta get like a million more of him to feed the likes of us!
You think he's solely relyin' on his chamPEEN buddy to get him outta his messes? Ain't no one's seen hide or hair of ol' Bry-Bry ever since this card's been announced! You think he's got second thoughts on teamin' with that li'l punk? Well, if you two ain't on the same page, lemme make one thing... PERFECTLY CLEAR:"
"Th-that's my line, you bastard..."
Schneider rolls JBC further away.
"The Pacific Wrecking Crew's on the same paragraph-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA!!!"
And with that, the interview seems to be over for some reason.
