Saints and Sinners

[Eggman]

Camera opens to show the FCW parking lot, and Eggman is leaning against his battered pickup truck, which now has a slide in camper in place in the back of the truck.

Eggman: Saints.......................... and Sinners. I now face both. Me and Robert Saints at Anarchy. Well, I can't really say I know much about Robert Saints. I mean, from what I see, the man barely cuts 2 minute promos? Is he even making an effort?

Yes, I was beat in my debut FCW match, by Edgecrusher. A thoroughly drunk Edgecrusher. Sometimes, drunks have all the luck. How many times have you read about some horrible auto wreck in which the only person who survived was the drunk bastard who caused it? Well, there you go. A drunkard's luck.

And Sinners. There are two in the FCW who hide their face. Virus, behind white facepaint. (Holds up a picture of Heath Ledger as the Joker) Kinda reminds you of this fella here, doesn't he? And Puma, behind a mask. (Throws the Joker picture off camera) Oh, and Edgecrusher, in a midget's lap. But we won't count that.

In the hero business, a mask or facepaint means you're either a hero or a villain. So, Virus, Puma, which are you? Come forth, and prove yourself.

It may not mean much here in FCW, but you're looking at an AWF championship holder. I fought 10 other guys, Edgecrusher included, for the AWF Fluke Championship. AWF management didn't seem to think the Fluke Championship worthy of a belt, so I had to make one myself. (Holds up the AWF Fluke Championship belt, a battered mess made of cardboard, tinfoil, macaroni, and glue) I'm issuing a challenge to Virus and Puma, or any other FCW wrestler who hides their face, to come take this belt from me. I'll put it on line in the ring, any time. Challenge me for it, and we'll get management to give us the match.

Eggman takes out a padded carrying case, and reverently lays the Fluke Championship inside. Closing the case, he walks out of the frame, heading for the door of his egg trailer parked nearby.

['Stone Cold' Steve Austin]

Lol, your one of the funniest RPers in history.

[The Rock]

Screen turns to the ring after commercial break where we find Puma already standing in the ring with a mic in hand with his theme slowly coming to a stop.
Puma:
Well Eggman... I don't really know what your trying to prove here other than your poor macaroni crafting skills but, I agree lets make things interesting.... If you really want to find out whether I am hero or foe... Why don't you just find out at Summer Salvation just who I am? And I guess we can put that art project of yours on the line although I'm not all to sure what the hell I will do with it. So Edgecrusher, drink up your liquor, because it ain't gonna take no drunken luck for me to beat this fool.
World Elite 2009.

[The Edgecrusher]

Puma makes his way through the twisting maze of the FCW backstage, he walks with a stride of confidence. He's a fine tuned athletic machine, ready for anything the FCW could throw at him. At least that was how he thought about himself. Always vigilant he expected the unexpected. What was about to happen wasn't really what he expected. He takes a right by the receiving dock, turning the corner he trips and comes crashing down hard on his face. He quickly rolls to his back and climbs to a crouching position.

Several midgets do the same, no wonder he hadn't seen what tripped him. Puma returns to a standing position and dusts himself off. One of the midgets does the same with a tiny angry expression he shouts out.

"Why don't you watch where your goin dipshit!" Puma laughs to himself at the threat. Surely this two foot tall twirp (say that 5 times fast) wasn't serious. "What the fuck are you laughing at bitch? That's it get'em guys!" The group charges Puma pummeling his shin with a barrage of kids size 2 Nikies. He winces as one gets him square in the knee with a headbutt. He bends over grabbing a midget in each hand and flings them across the room. He shoves to more onto their ass as another runs under his legs, he lands a solid blow to Puma's flesh power tools. Another midget joins him and lifts him onto his shoulders, a third midget joins in on the midgetmid. The top reaches into the back of Puma's wrestling tights, he pulls out with a hand full of tightie whites. He gives Puma a couple quick tugs, just to really make sure the under-ware was snuggly yanked up his ass.

The midgets dismount as their thrown friends rejoin them for a quick escape, Puma was sure to be pissed once he dug the spandex out his butt.

***Meanwhile across the arena***

Marc didn't really know much about his upcoming opponent, Raven had seem to be reclusive. Hell Marc couldn't even remember seeing him once since he joined the FCW. He figured he should get an up close view of this guy, but since he was so reclusive that only meant one thing. Mark looks up from his mop bucket. He groans and shakes his head looking up at the FCW Emotower. Suddenly a group of his midget buddies comes running back, one slips on the wet floor and slides right into the mop bucket. Water spills everywhere pissing off several FCW officials.

"Hey slow down guys, what the hells the problem?" One of the midgets takes a deep breath and lets everything fly at once.

"Some ass with a mask on walked on bob, so we gave him a nut shot and a wedgie." Marc's face twists in horror, how could anybody be so cruel. How could anybody do something like that to somebody. This was just sick, this was the final straw.

"What a fucking dick! He just walked over you guys?" Bob the tallest of the midgets nods. "Your talking about that Puma guy right?" The group nods as one. "I saw him taking a match with that douche Eggman, some kinda supervillian match or something."

"You should get him then Marc, jump him before the match." One midget shouts out followed by a chorus of cheers. They all pledge to help in the jumping, one even suggesting castration.

"No... I don't really feel like handling Puma's junk. Instead I'll get into that match myself. I need all the overtime I can get honestly, plus it'd be good exposer. Come on guys you gotta give me a hand getting this set up." Marc turns and heads towards his locker room (IE the janitors closet) followed by his midget posse'

***A promo shown Sometime later on FCW TV***

The scene is black, for several seconds people around the world watching at home think somebody screwed up at the studio. Slowly some sinister music starts playing, it fades in as the scene cuts to a locker room. The Edgecrusher steps into the shot wearing his janitor coveralls, a towel is baby pinned around his neck. His lengthy brown and bleach Blondie dreads are tied back, he wears a child's style black plastic mask. The kind with the annoying rubber band that breaks after like five freakin seconds. He digs around in one of the lockers, pulling out a pair of blue jeans. He reaches in the pocket and pulls a black leather wallet out. He opens the wallet and takes the wad of cash from it and shoves the dough into his pocket. He turns to the camera and laughs like a mad scientist the leaps out of the shot. The scene fades back to black. We hear Marc's voice...

"Superheros of FCW beware... um.... Edge.... EDGE... EDGE-MAN!" The shot cuts back to the crime scene. the camera pulls back and focuses on the door. A large gold star is attached to the front with Evan Bournes name printed on it in solid black letters.

[Robert Saints]

"The Kings" by Run DMC plays over the P.A. system

The crowd goes crazy knowing that they are mere seconds away from seeing their favorite FCW Superstar Robert Saints

Robert Saints walks out of his locker room with a black t-shirt with neon green DX on the front and another DX logo on the back with the words SUCK IT!, he has his right hand taped as well as his left wrist and black jeans with matching cowboy boots and cowboy hat

Robert Saints walks down the stairs that lead to the entrance ramp and walks out to the entrance ramp as he's talking to himself as he kneels down and says a prayer while the fireworks explode behind him, he kips up and does his trademark pose while more fireworks explode and then walks down to the ring and the big spotlight shines down on Robert as he spits water in the direction of the camera before entering the ring and taking the mic from Lilian Garcia

Robert: Puma, Edgecrusher, Petey Williams, Chris Sabin and Eggman; who gives a crap about some new fangled team or should I say stable named World Elite, they are just a group of random homosexual guys who to be honest to me, together is one egg short of a full dozen and they want to come onto my show Anarchy and think they run the show, that they call the shots, I don't think so; DX and I haven't seen eye to eye about pretty much anything but come on DX, you can't let this hooligans run the asylum we call Anarchy because when the inmates start to run the ship, guess what is going to happen; its going to become a madhouse around here and I for one will not stand for no monkey business happening in FCW so World Elite, you have two choices right now, you can either disband and forget about the tag division or you can come out here and I can bust all of your asses in front of all these FCW fans here tonight and the millions watching at home on the tube

Robert awaits the answer from the World Elite

[Eggman]

Ummmmmm....... Saints, You do realize that neither Edgecrusher or Eggman are members of World Elite, don't you? We've just got a seperate storyline/rivalry going with Puma, the rest of his stable aren't involved in it. And no, EC and I aren't partners or a stable, either.

[The Edgecrusher]

I thought we were secret lovers... opps... guess not anymore

[peteywilliams]

Lights go out in the arena and the music is on. Out walks Petey Williams in a faster pace than usual with a piss off smirk on his face as he confronts Saints in the ring. With a mic in hand he is ready to explode on Robert.
Petey Williams:
Ok here we go. I guess its just that everyone wants a shot at the best. First Legacy comes out and now you assholes? Well to start you guys are one to talk about homosexuals. Your the ones that walk around in your gay group with shirts that say Suck It. I gotta feeling that there isn't any woman sucking going on in this group. Now you think that you can come out here and pick a fight with the new faces of FCW. Nu-uh. If you don't give a crap about the world's most talented stable in the history of this business, then you sure don't act like it. We obviously drew enough attention to drag both you and Legacy's asses out here to challenge us. No, no, no... you guys are worried and scared. Scared that the World Elite might just pick off your titles. Worried that you won't be the top tag-team anymore. And as for your silly conspiracies about Eggman and Edgecrusher being in World Elite, hah, if I hadn't come out here in the first place to kick your ass single handedly, those two would whoop you around the ring until you gave in but that wouldn't take very long now would it? So why don't YOU admit that WE are the superior ones so I don't have to waste my time destroying your ass and I can move onto more important stables like Legacy. At least Legacy stands a chance. Go home, this isn't your fight. World Elite doesn't play by your rules so how about I give you some options. You march your gay ass backstage and you tell your DX friends that you can't beat the World Elite and that you forfeit in front of all these FCW fans or I stay out here and give you an ass kicking that you will remember for years to come. This isn't your show. Anarchy is a show made of talented superstars. Not wanna be pansies. You don't deserve to be in this very ring....
Petey slams down his microphone and begins to butt heads with Robert Saints. The fans are excited as they watch a rivalry unfold before their very eyes. A promotion between Eggman, Edgecrusher, and Puma has turned into a massive fight. Even the World Elite and DX are somehow being dragged into this. What a promo....
World Elite 2009