You're finished Prime!

["The Reaper" Marcus Ash]

Back in the day, and i mean really back in the day, when i controlled Daemon Krav regularly and wrestled like 3 shows a week when the FHW and LWA merged for that short by ultimately destructive run in 98, i had an ongoing fued that went from the LWA into the new FHW, with a character named Jonathan 'Prime' Eagles.

It is so relavent that i tell this story now because of the success of holywoods latest superblockbuster, Transformers(and what a movie it is). The style of roleplaying back then was almost entirely made up of promo hybrids...they were roleplays that came off like pr spots, only set in places and scenes that it usually made no sense for a camera crew to be filming in. At the the time it was all the rage, though to be honest these days i kinda consider it a little silly, as a recent individual asking for rping advice discovered.

Anyway, back to the story. These promo roleplays were primarily all rants...the characters talking back and forth about how they were going to beat them. I don't know how it didn't get old, but it didn't...not then anyway. And during my time battling Jonathan Prime Eagles...more than often, Daemon Krav would say things like...

Prime, you are weak.

You're finished Prime!

and other retarded sayings that even then kinda gave me a chuckled when i looked back on it, as they were so obviously lines used at some point, by the one and only Megatron.

Anyway, its just something that i always remembered and chuckle at when i think of it. And for the record...Prime never did get that covetted win.

[The Lone Wolf]

I think you've got the wrong year on that, chief, since you and I both started around the same time in 99...

["The Reaper" Marcus Ash]

You are right, it was 99; the fued was round may or june.

[The Mime]

Funny, it ties into one of my first joys while running the FHW. About five cards in or so - the PPV Killing Fields.

Mr Spaldings and Prime had been planning this sort of fake feud to go on for months leading up to this match at Killing Fields where they would join forces and re-unite the NADS or some shit with some group I had never heard of. But they never sent in anything to me. No write up. They wanted ME to reunite the NADS for them I think. And they treated it as a big deal...so when my little write wasn't to their liking, they quit. I told them they needed to coordinate the thing and send it in to me, alas...

But not before Spaldings lost to Stu Price at Killing Fields...after they quit i re-edited the ending of the match...turning this Night in Prison Match for Price's intercontinental Belt...into a real Prison affair. And it's stood as such for the past five years or so...

Behold...the last record of Prime in FHW!

"...Fred Estridge: Holy crap, what a shot!

Peter Roberts: Prime just wrapped that chair around the side of Cage's head! I thought PRIME WAS S.F.E.!!!! WHAT A DOUBLE CROSS BY PRIME!!!! Cage is down, and Prime is standing over top of him, looking down. Spaldings pulls Price back up to his feet. Spaldings looks absolutely enraged. Spaldings with a hard left.. and another.. and ano.. no! Price blocked it. Price with a kick to the midsection.. STUN CUTTER! Price with a Stun Cutter from out of nowhere! Price makes the cover..

One..

Two..

Three!!

Peter Roberts: That's it! Stu Price has successfully defended his title tonight in Nagasaki!

("Ladies and Gentlemen...the winner of the match and STILL INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION...STU E. PRICE!!!!!)

Fred Estridge: Uh oh.. looks like Spaldings is headed for the big house.

Peter Roberts: That he is, Fred. Price is leaving ringside with his Intercontinental belt and an equally bloodied Bobby Cage. And Spaldings? Well.. he's on his way to the big house.

Fred Estridge: Do you think he can take Bitchsmacker Voy along?

Peter Roberts: I'm not sure.. but wait. In the ring, it's Prime and Spaldings.

Fred Estridge: Awww.. they're having a moment. That's so cute.

Peter Roberts: It's more like a samurai staredown, Fred. You could cut the tension in here with a knife!

Fred Estridge: Or you could cut the cheese..

Peter Roberts: Uhh..

Fred Estridge: You suck.

Peter Roberts: So do your jokes.

Fred Estridge: Dah!

Peter Roberts: Prime and Spaldings have seperated from one another.. they're going to come to blows.. they're going to mix it up!

Fred Estridge: Come on! Come on! What?!?!

Peter Roberts: Prime just extended his hand?! He's asking Spaldings to shake his hand?! I thought these two despised one another?!

(A dozen Japanese police officers, dressed in dark blue uniforms flood the ring and tackle Spaldings and Prime to the mat. One officer carrying a pole with a loop attached to the end, places it around Spaldings' neck. Another two officers handcuff Spaldings and the man holding the pole tightens the loop around Spaldings' neck. Prime struggles to get free, but three officers hold him down.)

Fred Estridge: It looks like Spaldings is done for.

Peter Roberts: I'm not so sure about that, but he sure is in for a rough ride tonight.

Fred Estridge: Hehe.. rough ride. I'll bet.

Peter Roberts: Ahem…

Fred Estridge: …

Peter Roberts: Yes?

Fred Estridge: A rough ride…In the ass!!!!

PETER ROBERTS: Thank you. The polivce now taking Spladings AND Prime out of the ring. I hope these two get humane treatment in the jail here in Nagasaki. I wonder why they are arresting both of them. Prime wasn't even part enough of the match

Fred Estridge: Well I just got this memo handed to me Pete. It seems that both Spaldings and Prime..ARE UNDER ARREST FOR REAL!!! It seems that both of them are both wanted for MURDER!!! They were going to arrest them both after the match anyways!!!

Peter Roberts: What???

Fred Estridge: You heard me. They both got drunk on Saki bombs and lit a harmless fishermen on fire!!!

Peter Roberts: What???

Fred Estridge: It seems that both of them are facing up to fifty years in prison, or even the death sentence!!!!

Peter Roberts: What???

Fred Estridge: Well it's all right here in the memo. Seems this prison match was a REAL prison match. And after Spaldings and Prime had shaken hands and everything. Jeez...

Peter Roberts: Yeah, and it was as if they had been planning that big handshake for like two months or something.

Fred Estridge: Makes you think about life and junk, don't it?

Peter Roberts: Nah."