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Post by Osh Vaughan on Jan 18, 2022 18:06:49 GMT
Match 4
#1 Contender for The Tag Team Titles Match
Ethan Rivers and Scotty Adams vs TJ Alexander and Justin Rivera vs BUM Squad
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Post by TJ Alexander on Jan 29, 2022 11:41:07 GMT
(The scene opens up and we are backstage somewhere, in a hallway, as we zoom down we see TJ Alexander sitting on a production trunk, TJ who is wearing some black jeans, and a black hooded jacket with the hood over his head, sit there pondering, he lifts his head up and sees the camera crew)
“Last week on Monday Night Mayhem there was a few first’s for me, firstly I teamed up with Justin Rivera for the first time ever and we showed what we are capable of as a hungry young tag team, and when we face-off against Jon Tee’s Family Legacy, now Jon Tee’s is a legend in the business, and deserves some respect, and are in his day he was top of the mountain, but Jon Tee’s made the mistake by hiring hired guns in their fifty’s, he made the mistake thinking he can walk through the doors of IIW and think he can dominate the tag team division, Jon Tee’s also made the mistake in thinking that myself and Justin Rivera would be scared of him and his legacy, we were not. Not even a little bit, in fact we took the fight to him and his ever aging team and we beat them to qualify, and now we are here right now.”
(TJ smirks)
“This week is something different, this week it is a triple threat tag team match with myself and Justin Rivera once again teaming up, against The Summit, Ethan Rivers and Scotty Adams, and then we have The Bum Squad. I’m not too worried about The Bum Squad to be honest I am more focused on The Summit, who have been running rough-shot as of late, they seem to be a well-oiled tag team and with Scotty Adams experience helps.”
(TJ pauses)
“Scotty Adams I respect you, you’ve been everywhere and you’ve won every championship belt you’ve gone for, and now you’re currently the Television champion too, it’s an impressive resume, no doubt about it. But you’re not getting your hands on the tag team titles too, you’re not going through to become the number one contenders for the tag team titles, because that’s what myself and Justin Rivera are going to do, we are gonna’ smash and crash The Summit and the Bum Squad out of the chances of ever getting near the tag team titles.”
(TJ smirks)
“Scotty Adams you’ve found a great tag team partner in Ethan Rivers, his great in the ring as a singles guy, I’ve faced him a few times, and he has bested me, but I am more hungry than ever before, I am more determined and I have sheer will to get the job done by any means to get myself and Justin Rivera through and become the number one contender for the tag team titles, Scotty Adams what are you prepared to do?”
(TJ pauses)
“Scotty Adams myself and Justin River are walking out of our match as winners, and maybe when we have beaten Team friendship at Keys 2 Success than just maybe I’ll come after you for the Television championship as well, and that’s a plan. That Television title will look good over next to the tag team title over my shoulders. Scotty Adams just know I am going to put every fibre in my being in this match and we are going to win.”
(TJ pauses)
“Scotty Adams and Ethan Rivers The Bum squad better bring their “A” game because myself and Justin Rivera will do, we are going to be a force to be reckoning with and everyone who comes up against us will fall, just know that.”
(Scene ends)
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Post by Bob Mitchell on Jan 29, 2022 17:40:35 GMT
“A Thousand dollars, cash.”
The wad of bills makes a 'Thwap' on the tan coloured desk top.
“Each.”
A second 'Thwap' as a wad of bills much like the first hits the rarely bare desktop of one Bob Mitchell.
Bob: “That's for winning the thing. This...”
He hefts a briefcase onto the desk and pops the clasp to reveal a Halliburton filled with non-sequential hundred dollar bills (American).
Bob: “This is if you take out that Scotty Adams while you do it. He's weak. He might be the TV champ, but things haven't gone his way since December. His boys the Summit have been all but ghosts, and while he's the reigning Television Champion and one step away from a Tag Team championship shot, you guys are standing in his way. It's time you show everyone why you made it to IIW in the first place. And while you're at it take those fucking shirts off.”
We finally pan off of the money, two hundred thousand dollars if one were to count what is in the briefcase plus another two thousand on the desk, and around to the BUM Squad who are, for possibly the first time in IIW history, wearing clean shirts. Black and white emblazoned 'fWo' shirts.
McGhee: “But these shirts is new and free, Jenny gave 'em to us.”
Stabby Joe nods in silent agreement.
Bob: “Yeah well no one passed this whole Fletch World Order thing by me and I highly doubt she's got plans for the two of you.”
McGhee: “But boss, we actually WON a match fer once. We're on the up and up now.”
Bob: “Yeah and where was Fletcher while you were getting your first win?”
McGhee: “Sittin' ringside, like always.”
Bob's getting visibly frustrated, but tries to bite down on his rising anger.
Bob: “But who was in your corner?”
McGhee: “Well that was you.”
Bob: “Right. ME. Don't forget that. I brought you to your first win. ME. Don't forget what I did for the Commander. I raised that boy up out of the gutter. With me he went from being a homeless BUM like you two morons and became a double champion! What did he do before me? NOTHING. What did I do for him? I wrapped gold around his waist. I made sure there was food on his table. I made sure there was a table UNDER his food, and I put a roof over his head for good. He has a home and a life again because he listened to me.”
Joe: “I dunno boss. We knew Jenny had given us clean shirts. She told us if we win she'd be really happy. We ain’t never made a pretty girl happy before.”
Bob: “She's not happy now, trust me.”
McGhee: “'Sides, didn't Blade listen to you? And we hung him, so like, how are we to know that's not gonna be us someday?”
Joe: “Yeah boss, we might be homeless and hungry and covered in piss, but we ain't never gotten hanged. We still got each other.”
Bob: “And Blade would still have me if he only listened. I told him he was getting in to deep with that other girl. Look what happened. He didn't listen and he disappeared. A woman got in his head and instead of winning the World title like he should have he got beat. You want to win, you listen to me. You want to be the next to ride Curtis' mom, you know what to do. I'll take you off the streets. I'll get you paid, I'll give you the opportunity to get whatever you want in life if you just listen. If you want Chlamydia then you listen to Jenny Fletcher. Just ask Bam Miller.”
Joe: “I kinda want them Tag Team titles...
Bob smiles.
Bob: “Of course you do big man, of course you do. Stick with me and you'll get them. And all the money on this table. And more. McGhee, I PROMISE you that if you have as much gold around your waist as is on the Tag Team Titles then you could get any girl, as pretty as Jenny Fletcher or prettier and you know what McGhee?”
McGhee: “Uh, what boss?”
Bob: “With that much gold you wouldn't have to lay in a gutter pissing your own pants every night. With that much gold you'd get invited into the bed of any woman in the city of Manchester and they'd be more than happy to let you piss all over them.”
Pissy McGhee's eyes light up in a big rotting toothed grin.
Joe: “What about me, boss?”
Bob: “Well your appetites are a little bit harder to sate, big man, but don't worry. You like stabbing things, you feel free to do whatever you need to against Rivers, Adams and those other two. Stab them all if you like, I don't really care. It's not like it will be a big loss for IIW. TJ Alexander tries hard, sure. Scotty Adams, that one would sting a bit, but after he stole the TV title he has it coming. As for Rivers, I'm not entirely sure who the fuck that guy is, and I KNOW I have no fucking clue who Justin Rivera is. I don't care about them and if any of them meet with any unfortunate accidents, then good.”
Bob looks at all the cash on the table.
Bob: “You know what. Do what you have to. Win at any cost, but you make SURE that cost is Scotty Adams. I don't want him to just pay for what he did, I want Russell Wayne to know what's coming for him. Not just the two of you breaking team Friendship and showing them what it's REALLY like to have each others backs through thick and thin, but also send a message and let him know what's coming for him. You two are coming for the Tag Team Titles, and Liam Cain, the last outlaw of professional wrestling is coming for the UK championship. Make me proud. Feed your desires.”
Fade.
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Post by Scotty 'Silver Bullet' Adams on Jan 30, 2022 22:09:52 GMT
"Here's the thing they don't seem to understand. They're both gunning to be the team fighting not to be pinned or made to submit."
These words can be heard, as we open to Scott sitting in a leather recliner. There appears to be a black and white filter over the footage, almost as if it is an older television feed. His right leg is crossed over his knee and a soft smirk is across his face.
"To both teams, this is their holy grail. Their opportunity to stake their claims for the number one contendership. It's their means of trying to become the next in line for a shot at team friendship. Nothing more. To us on the other hand, this is about making a statement. Making sure that everybody stands up and takes notice. That they realize that when we say something, it isn't an idle message. It isn't simply a threat - it's a promise. It's a premonition of what is about to come forth. What you should expect, each and every time we step into the ring."
"We said that we would expose Leon and El. We did just that. We said that we are about to take over the IIW, and we are taking the steps required in order to do so. It doesn't matter to us who stands in our way. It never will matter, either because we aren't simply here for a cup of coffee. We're not just here to beat to the rhythm of your drum. We're here to return wrestling to its most pure state. That has always been the mission statement. That has always been the reason the Summit was formed. It just so happened that these tag belts are where the passage has led us, for if we are to showcase our unity. If we are to prove that we are a united front, then where better to start but the tag titles?"
Chuckling, Scott leans back against the recliner.
"So, who is it that stands in our way? Who are the unlucky teams that shall fall when their number is called, and they are fed into the flames? The ones unlucky enough to be fed to the abyss?"
His smirk growing, he knows exactly who they are. He also knows that components from both of the other teams in this match have lined their sights on him, which he embraces. He wants them to zero in on them. Focus their energy on them, as that will make Ethan's job all the easier.
"Let's start with the BUM squad. The duo who have hitched themselves to the Bob Mitchell wagon, in the hopes that it will give them some sense of credence. Some sense that they belong, even as they find themselves trapped within the vortex. Are the two of you really willing to be Bob's puppets, even though you saw first hand what happened to Liam? What became of him when he had to look me in the eye and put it all on the line? Spoiler, it didn't work out the way either he or Bob envisioned it would. That was even after I invited them to try and twist the stipulations to favor Liam. I wanted them to, because it wasn't going to matter either way."
He then puts on a smartass sort of tone.
"What do you know? It ended up playing out exactly as I said it would. I told them I was going to expose Liam as a cowardly little dog, and I did. That hurts, doesn't it, Bob? That cuts deep? Is that why you want the BUM squad to try and end me? To try and take me down, in the hopes that it will avenge what happened with Liam? If so, then I'm sorry to tell you - it ain't gonna work."
Making a shocked expression, the filter slowly fades to reveal him, within the confines of what appears to be a more - expansive home than his own. A mansion of sorts, to be more specific.
"You see, you can think all you want about me. About the summit. It really doesn't matter for words are idle. They are cheap, unless you can validate them with your actions. You can talk about me all you want. You can try and add an incentive for your little lackeys to take me out. I'm used to it. I've had a target on my back before and I'll have a target on my back in the future. It comes with the territory. It comes with going out there night after night and setting the wheels into motion. Planting the seeds and waiting for the right moment to strike. People are bound to want your head on a silver platter."
"There is something I find funny though, Bob. You seem to be hung up on the fact that I stole the TV title. You seem to believe that Liam should still be champion, even though I outclassed him in the middle of the ring, yet you continue to send auxiliary pieces after me. Why not let Liam step up again and attempt to reclaim what is supposedly his? It's because deep down, you know that he can't do it. You know that he doesn't have the ability to beat me in the ring, isn't it? I'm not a hard man to find, Bob. I've even told people what they can do if they want a shot at my crown. If they want to step up and try to prove me wrong. If they want to try and topple the summit that awaits them. I'll even let you pick the stipulation, if that will sweeten the pot."
"Anything your heart desires. I promise you this though. Just like the BUM squad are going to fall at the hands of Ethan and I this week, Liam will fall at my hands when the time comes. When he steps into that ring and attempts to hold the belt he cherishes once more. I just hope that it will be all worth it for you. For them. For him. Savor every moment of this, because soon, you and your little friends will be left with nothing but the walls closing in on you. The sense of reality smacking you in the face and informing you that you were never going to win this battle. That the war had been decided long before you wandered down this passage."
Feeling himself becoming fired up, he takes a few breaths, He'll deal with Liam should Bob and Liam decide to take him up on his offer. If they wish to prove their own words to be correct. In his eyes, the BUM squad are simply the henchmen who have been sent to try and injure him, yet will simply be a means for him to send a message. Ensure that his statement is heard loud and clear. Plus, they aren't the only team in this match.
"Don't think I forgot about you, TJ. I heard what you had to say about me. I appreciate your respect, but I hope you understand it ain't mean a thing when we step between those ropes. When we're staring one another in the eyes and preparing for war. That flies out the window the moment the bell rings, as it should. That is where many people falter - they allow their admiration. Their respect to filter into their actions between the ropes, therefore leaving themselves wide open for an onslaught when their guard is down. When they allow their judgement to lapse. Neither you or Justin can afford to allow that to happen, for Ethan and I will exploit that. We will swoop on any sign of weakness and pick you apart. We will leave you on the canvas, wondering just where it all went wrong."
"Any wrestler worth their salt would. You also say you want our 'A' game. Well, I promise that's exactly what you will be getting, so I'd advise against whining and moaning when you can't handle it. When you find yourself drowning within the flood that is raining down. The storm that you brought upon the pair of you. Otherwise, you'll only be proving that it wasn't our 'A' game that you wanted, but rather the game you thought you could beat. We are a finely tuned machine, devised to ensure that those who fall, are left within their own shell. Questioning whether or not they were what they had claimed."
A sinister look now appears across the face of the TV champion. One that should be all too familiar to anyone who has watched him in the past. It's the sign that what he is about to say has dark, sadistic intentions behind it.
"We don't intend on just beating you in the ring. Oh no. We plan on destroying each and every fiber of your being, for when we are done. When it all comes to an end, you are nothing more than a hollow husk. A figment of what you once were. It if what has been commanded and it is what shall be carried out when we step into that ring. When we dance, the 'goal' being the number one contendership to the tag belts. You and Justin are just the third wheel in this match. The ones there because they needed another team to break up the tensions between Bob's little band and the Summit. It's just a fact."
His eyes narrow.
"Don't think that means we are sleeping on you though, because we ain't. We fully intend on dealing with you should you stand in our way. You just aren't the ones we truly plan on bringing about the end of. As such, I'd recommend you both just enjoy the show. Take a step back and let it all unfold. Doing so will ensure you can leave on your own free will, otherwise, I cannot guarantee that I will not leave the two of you standing. I cannot promise that you will be able to survive what is about to arise."
"Just remember, this is about sending a message to Bob. Informing him that no matter what he tries. No matter who he tries to throw my way, they will simply fall at my feet. That money he is giving them will go up in smoke as time after time, the same tune plays. The same outcome occurs. Don't get in the way of that, TJ. For your own safety."
Standing up, he stands in front of the couch, preparing a pointed message to Bob.
"Bob, if you want to end me. If you want the BUM squad to truly end me, then I'll double whatever you're paying them. It'll be fun to see them try, only to realize they can't. To see that even if you assume I'm 'weak', you cannot truly break me. You cannot truly kill me and that the TV title ain't about to leave my waist."
He lowers his voice into a whisper, making sure that Bob can still hear him.
"Rent's due, bitch."
End.
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