KENNY FREEMAN ADDRESSES HIS ENEMIES
We cut back to ringside, but NOT because of our next Tropical Turmoil Qualifier bout. Instead, the trap remix of the Soviet National Anthem starts playing over the sound system…much to the chagrin of the crowd inside the Footprint Center, as they begin booing the arrival of Kenny Freeman and Randall Schwartz onto the stage.
Nick Stuart: Looks like the Masters of the Moscowverse have something to say ahead of Ivan Stanislav’s match against Jonathan Christopher-Hall…which might explain why the Russian Bear is not out here with his new Red Army recruits!
Richard Parker: Well, the big rumor going ‘round is that this is all about one thing and one thing only, Nick.
Richard motions to the graphic up on the PRIMEview, clearly indicating the intentions of this time as the Masters continue down the ramp to the ring, Kenny pushing the wheelchair of the Entertainer as the latter waves annoyingly at the crowd.
Richard Parker: See?
Nick Stuart: This joke has officially gone too far. Also, Randall competed at PWA-02 last weekend, why is he back in the chair again?
Kenny and Randall make it to the ring, where Kenny helps Randall to his feet, the duo entering the ring as the Entertainer leans against the nearest turnbuckle while Kenny gets a microphone from ringside. The crowd are quick to keep him from speaking at first…but once enough of the heat has died off, he presses on.
Kenny Freeman: We good, Phoenix? We get that out of our system yet?
The crowd responds with a resounding no in the form of even more jeers, much to Kenny’s amusement as he continues.
Kenny Freeman: Well that’s too damn bad, ‘cause I’ve got a LOT on my mind. See, Randall and I just had the weekend of our lives down in ol’ Mexico, beating the Kings of the Wild Things That Make My Heart Sing and helping our pal Ivan Stanislav stop the menace that is HOW.
This, naturally, gets a bit of a better reaction from the crowd…they may not like Stanislav, but fighting off an opposing promotion? That’s just heroic.
Kenny Freeman: So, let’s get this ball rolling. Lemme start off by addressing the Winds of Change, two men who have saddled up onto the horse headed straight for glue and doom…I mean, gloom and doom…but didn’t quite have the sack to take home the PWA Tag Team Championship when the time was right. That’s okay, you two, enjoy figuring out how you’re gonna powerbomb your way back into relevance because those belts WILL get to PRIME…but it’ll be thanks to the Masters of the Moscowverse!
This gets a mixed reaction from this Phoenix crowd, some in favor of the titles coming to PRIME in the near future but a large majority just not vibing with either the Winds or the Masters. Nonetheless, Kenny persists.
Kenny Freeman: That said, I think I will instead turn my attention to the real core of my anger…Jared Sykes.
This manages to swing the crowd back around, as they cheer on the Dragonslayer. This does NOT impress Kenny as he continues, shaking his head at the crowd.
Kenny Freeman: Ah nah nah, I won’t stand for any of that now. Since my buddy Randall and I joined the Red Army, a lot of people have been asking the same question…why’d ya do it? Why did you go and shack up with Ivan Stanislav? Well, lemme set the record straight on something. I did NOT shack up with anyone…I simply saw that what Ivan and Alexei were offering was a good deal, and I took it. And part of that deal? Getting my hands on Jared Sykes!
The crowd boos, but Kenny pays them no mind at this point.
Kenny Freeman: Jared, here’s something I want you to think long and hard about as you continue to recover from the mess we left you in a couple weeks ago. We had our battles in the past, and when you were King Blueberry you sure as hell showed me and Randall up to retain the PRIME tag belts back in the day…but look at you now, trying your damnedest to succeed as something other than a King of Popsicles. Look where it’s gotten you.
We can hear the crowd chanting Jared’s name now, something Kenny allows to transpire just long enough to cut into it with his final remarks.
Kenny Freeman: But I’m just dying to know, what are you without that mask Jared? Just a man…and a man can be beaten. That’s all, that’s the message. Masters…out!
Kenny drops the microphone, letting it bang against the canvas as he helps Randall out of the ring and into the wheelchair as the Soviet trap remix starts blaring once more to a chorus of boos from the crowd.
Nick Stuart: What in the world did we just witness, Richard?
Richard Parker: I think…I think Kenny Freeman just grew a pair, Nick. Love to see it…well, not to see his, well…ah, shit, I’m gonna get fined for this aren’t I?