News Item
There is a conspiracy afoot
There is a conspiracy afoot within the KPW roster and one orchestrated by supposed all round super nice guy Lazarus Volt. You see the ring master is full of jealousy and envy for the wrestlers he trained out of his High Wire Wrestling School in Tauranga. Each graduate from day one proved themselves to be better than their instructor in every aspect of Wrestling. From technicality to raw power to crowd appeal. They all have what Lazarus only wishes he could have.
And so what does the little man from the big top do with all this natural talent? Does he think of himself as a proud father? Does he facilitate their growth by helping them to further develop? Does he do what's right for their futures as theirs are sure to burn brighter than his ever did or ever will? No he sucks up to the boss Rip Morgan, gets in his ear and convinces him to pit his students against each other. Shock vs Stix, Stix vs Bull Addams, Steve Jordon vs Stix. Why? Well let me tell you... Scurrilous scamp that he is Lazarus knows that if he keeps his trainees at each others throats then they will never come for him and his precious tag team title belt. They will bicker and fight with each other forgetting the person that they should really have a discordance with. Well no longer.
ATH has seen through the subterfuge. Volts tricks have plagued my wrestlers for too long. Now we unite and direct our attention to where it should be. With the unmitigated brute strength and savage menace of the bestial Bull Addams on one side of my shoulder and the superbly confident and tertiary educated technicality of the Natural Steve Jordon on the other we are grouped as one - the true lifeblood of High Wire Wrestling school and we are coming for your tag team titles Loser-us Volt and H-Lame.
ATH's recommendation for the 25th of May... Arrive at the Wellington High School, park close to the building so you can leave again quickly. Sneak into the hall, slink against the walls, find us the next champions, anxiously and without force tap Bull and the Natural on the shoulders, shield faces in reticent horror when they turn around, mutter apologies for the interruption, place title belts at their feet, flee building, change into a clean pair of pants. Otherwise if you turn up to fight then Bull is going to crush you, the Naturals going to pretzel you and I'm going to sell you as salty snacks...
We are the future. We are wrestling. We are KPW. We are an unstoppable Tauranga Tsunami and we will strip you clean of everything you have...
ATH, Manager of Champions