Its Our Fate To Be The Franchise

[Taylor Andrews]

Impact X is dead, or at least it should be for The Franchise are the key players in SEF now, the real triple threat of this business are taking over. Rick Reynolds led the attack on Mack ending his alliance with the man who trained him and forming The Franchise as Rick Reynolds, J.G. Brooks, and Tina are just that more than anyone else in history. Rick is no longer the student, he hasn’t been for a while, and now its time to take Mack out for good, to end the career of The Showsteala or die trying!

An expensive white suit with a silk shirt underneath is what covers the body of Rick Reynolds which is sitting at the bar of his private house or mansion?!? His hair in a ponytail and that scruffy beard covers his face as Rick tips a glass of whiskey to his lips taking a sip. He sets it down and turns leaning back casually with his hands on his legs to say.

Wow Mack, wow indeed, you were lured into a war, which gave SEF some good times despite the bad times, though I understand politics do indeed suck. You may have been screwed even though everybody likes to claim all you ever did was screw them, you may be The Showsteala, well, until I showed up to show you up. I am the only reason Impact X existed into this year and now I will be the reason you are finished wrestling forever because at the ten year anniversary I challenge you one on one in a Hardcore Hell match, my fucking match!

An intense look in his eyes as Rick crosses his arms staring intently. His arms hang casual though and remain cool, though his words, well, he asks.

What do ya say Mack, that’s all I want and I am asking, hell, I beg ya man, step into my match and I will make you tap out?!?!? By the way, W2K…DEAD, BUD…DEAD, PWT…DEAD, and the list goes on for so many more from MSN, and the circle continues on the so called circuit of that Aimoo shit. SEF survived it thought and here we are, so one on one it should be as I have a feeling You ain’t gonna be saying no, but you have no idea what you in for come that ten year anniversary show, hell Mack, you got no idea what to expect on Evolution!

Rick letting his arms down grins deviously and turns lifting his glass to take another sip of whiskey. Rick stands now and looks into the mirror behind the bar and a man in a black ballcap is seen with his back to the bar. A black leather jacket with The Franchise in gold letters on the back and then Rick bringing the focus back to himself leans back on the bar with his elbows on it and the glass in his right hand as he says.

The Franchise is alive and well standing over the dead and irrelevant Impact X, so Mack, son, you better get ready to step aside cause soon enough you ain’t gonna have legs to step with. I’m gonna break them along with your fucking spine when I get you in that ring, so you know what, maybe ya outta back out and refuse my challenge. Tuck tail and run like a coward cause after all, there is no man or woman, not a single being that can beat me inside of a wrestling ring, I am the best, the greatest, better than you Mack, I am the real franchise and Friday will be the tip of a giant iceberg sinking your ship!

A snicker, almost mockingly and sinister as Rick tips his glass back emptying the glass which he sets on the bar, then steps away towards the man who turns and fade to black.