WRPD - Show #99 - 4/22/16 - Korakuen Hall - Tokyo, Japan
Johnny Raike & Arik Bronson Issue Open Challenge to any Team
(1) Jason Richards vs. Jacqui M
(2) Samuel Washington vs. Leocadio
(3) Mark Storm vs. Hugo Strange
(4) Anton Chase & Malcolm-Dred King vs. Mr. Rottentreats & Dougie Divine
WRPD Exclusive!Static dissipates from the video player as Treats sheepishly peeks around a door frame to check on Douglas Divine. Divine seems to be hiding his agony the best he can as the medic stitches up his forehead.
Mr. Rottentreats: “…uh, brizz.”
Douglas Divine: “Don’t brizz me, brizz!”
A water bottle flies out of the door frame; Treats evades just in time. The WARPED Evolution champion walks away from the door in a somber manner; while pointing over his shoulders with his white glove covered thumbs.
Mr. Rottentreats: “He’ll chill out. Once he realizes that taking one for the team and helping me stay healthy for that WORLD title tournament is just my way of helping him pay his dues around here. Just like you, Malcolm.”
Treats smirks at the mention of his former idol, now turned nemesis.
Mr. Rottentreats: “That’s what all of this is about. Dues. See, I don’t give a shit whether you’re a rookie, or a one hundred twenty two time world champion. None of that shit matters to me. And it definitely doesn’t matter to the WARPED Faithful. This is WARPED. That ‘ol Double-U Arrrggh Pea Dee! If it ain’t WARPED it don’t matter!”
The Whole F’N Sideshow leans back against the wall. The clown quickly glances both ways checking for any possible on comers; before sliding down the wall and slumping into the floor. Continuing; he allows his head to lie against the wall.
Mr. Rottentreats: “Why am I like this, you ask? Simple. I’m sick and tired of blasts from the past coming into MY house and winning titles they didn’t deserve shots at to begin with, especially when they win one! Mainly you marshmallow neck ghosts of JoJo Matthew’s past from Headstrong Wrestling. I get it, your names are known the world over. Here’s the thing. Your names don’t matter here!”
Treats drags his glove covered thumb across his on throat in a cut throat fashion.
Mr. Rottentreats: “NOT anymore! Don’t get me wrong. I respect your accomplishments outside of MY hallowed halls. That respect stops once you reach a fifty mile radius of any given town we’re in for the night. This isn’t about you not remembering James Ronie. This is about you not giving Mr. Rottentreats the respect he’s earned around here.
The clown’s good eye, darts up to the camera lens.
Mr. Rottentreats: “As for this.”
Treats knocks on the main plate of the WARPED Evolution Championship belt wrapped around his waist.
Mr. Rottentreats: “This reign dies, when I die. And wicked clowns never die.”
He jumps to his feet; quickly dusting off his pants.
Mr. Rottentreats: “See ya, when I see ya, Malcolm.”