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Post by Osh Vaughan on Jan 18, 2022 18:07:27 GMT
Match 7
Tag Team Match
John Cavanagh and Leon Knight vs Fred Debonair and Russell Wayne
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Russell Wayne
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Do you think you can handle it?
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Post by Russell Wayne on Jan 30, 2022 19:37:05 GMT
IIW Arena, Manchester, UK: Before Curtis' most recent promo
Curtis and Russell are working out at the gym in the IIW arena. There are some other people working out there too, some jobbers waiting for their big break, some young guns in development working to hone their craft. Russell is on the bench press, with Curtis spotting him. Russell is benching 150 pounds, just doing some reps for now, which also allows him and Curtis to talk as well.
Russell: I don't like this.
Curtis: I know you don't, Mr. Wayne, but you have to trust me on this.
Russell: It just doesn't make sense Curtis. I'm the one that broke you two up, he should be coming after me but it seems he just has a hard-on for you.
Curtis: Mr. Wayne, that's a crude analogy...regardless though, you are right. He blames me for leaving him out in the cold and that's why, even though he is apologetic for how he handled things, he still wants to fight me one last time.
Russell: Curtis, something just doesn't feel right about all of this. I don't trust him...
Curtis: You don't trust anybody, Mr. Wayne
Russell: I trust you.
Curtis gets a glimmer in his eye as a tear wells up.
Curtis: Then trust me on this. This is something we both need.
Russell: Curtis, you can't go into this match just like you always do.
Russell puts the weights back on their holder and sits up.
Russell: You were raised by Osh, and I know there is some Jonny in you. Despite the fact that both of them are two of the most sadistic men in wrestling, they are your fathers. You may need to reach deep inside you. Not just to win, but even to survive. I can see the point that Bam is coming from. He is coming into this match with rage and anger. He may know what he did was wrong, but he still wants to exact some revenge. The last time I fought with that kind of mentality in my head...we literally burnt the stadium to the ground. I barely escaped with my life, and it was because of that emotion that I even survived. You're going to need to reach down deep inside you, and bring out that Curtis that went through all that pain and anguish. Not only from Osh and Jonny, but from Bam as well. I know you still hurt from what he did to you.
Curtis says nothing, only nods.
Russell: I'll be watching though, and if he tries anything...or if Shaun tries anything...I'll be out there in a heartbeat to even the numbers.
Curtis: No, Mr. Wayne. If Bam tries anything, I need you to let me handle it. Have the faith in me that I know you do. However, yes, if the Purge and Shaun come out here to try anything...you know what to do.
Russell nods.
Curtis: Besides, Mr. Wayne...I think I can handle it.
Russell chuckles and gets up, wipes off the bench press and they head to the treadmills as the screen fades to black.
IIW Arena, Manchester, UK: Day of Mayhem
Russell is standing alone, in a backstage area of the arena surrounded by sound equipment boxes and other things one would find backstage. Russell is in his usual jeans, Team Friendship shirt, and fleece lined Levi's denim jacket. On one shoulder is his half of the IIW Tag Team Championship, and on the other shoulder is Russell's UK Championship.
Russell: Tonight, I face a foe that I've faced before, and who I will face again at Key 2 Success, where I will be using my key to unlock my opportunity at the International Championship. There are many similarities between tonight and the last time we met, Cav. First, it's a tag team match with me teaming up with a man I respect in Fred Debonair. Last time, I teamed up with his son and Mike Arches. This time it's with the legend himself, Fred Debonair. Last time, Cav, you were teamed up with current IIW World Heavyweight Champion, Jonny C and Bam Miller. Let's take a look though and see how this match ended...
We are taken back to the October 17th edition of Mayhem. We see all of the finishers that took place, including Russell taking two F'n Points from Jonny C. We then see Russell pick up Cav, give him the Last Resort, and cover him for the 1...2...3 and the win for his team.
Russell: Cav, I've already pinned you once, I'll pin you again, and then at K2S I'm going to pin you for a third time. However, admittedly, Cav, there were some extenuating circumstances. Interference from your boys, Bam and Jonny going at it which gave me the opening I needed to defeat you. However, there are a few things I see here that I don't expect to see changed. First, your boys will likely interfere. Fred and I are already prepared for that and trust me when I say, it will do you no good, second, I will hit you with the Last Resort, and third...I will pin you again for the 1...2...3. I've got your number Cav, and I know I will beat you.
Some might be asking though, well, what about Cav's tag team partner? Who is his partner again? Oh...right...some random nobody named Leon Knight. Now, don't get me wrong here. I never underestimate anybody and will give him everything I got. Besides, this guy here just gets put in a match with some of the best in the business in Mr. Debonair and I, win or lose, this Leon Knight guy is coming out on top one way or the other. All this publicity and, who knows? Maybe he'll actually get some decent offense in and present a bit of a challenge for Debonair and I. Regardless though, my focus is on Cav. It's been on Cav since he won the International Championship. That's ultimately what it is all about.
The International Championship. This has been a year in the making. If you notice, I have one title on one shoulder, and another title on another shoulder, but nothing around my waist. Come K2S, that International Title is coming where it belongs, and that's around my waist. Scotty may not have been able to successfully unlock his chance at the World Title, but I will most definitely unlock my chance at the International Title. Unfortunately, we can't just let it happen tonight...that will have to wait for K2S, but we're gonna have some fun tonight Cav.
Cav, I expect nothing but the best out of you. As I always say, as long as you try your best, you can't lose...because as long as everyone tries their best, there are no losers, only winners.
Mr. Cav, Mr. Knight, I have just one question for you.
Do you think you can handle it?
Russell straightens up and looks intently into the camera as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Devlin Knight. on Jan 30, 2022 23:37:19 GMT
***Fred paces around the hospital waiting area as Tyler, Steph and Frankie also wait patiently for some information regarding Casie and her injuries caused at the hands of Shannon Riley obviously orchestrated by none other than John Cavanagh and The Celtic Club. The Doctor comes out and speaks to Fred and the rest of the group, explaining that Casie is really badly done in, but she is stable… Still pissed off, Fred turns to the group***
Fred: ”I’ve got to go and see Mitchell. If I don’t get something done about this, I’ll end up doing something off my own back and get arrested.”
Steph - ”He won’t be around now, Fred. How about we call it a night, come up and see Casie in the morning, then go and see Bob and organise something…”
Fred - ”Yeah, you’re right… Ok, I’m going to head home I’ll see you guys tomorrow…”
Tyler - ”You don’t wanna come back to ours pops? You don’t wanna be alone right?”
Fred - ”Nah I’m good, son. Thanks though.”
Steph - ”You’re coming with us, Frankie and I’m not taking no for an answer! You’re not going back to The Courthouse by yourself. And has anybody contacted Michaela? She was back in New York when Mayhem was on…”
Fred - ”I’ll do it now, speak to you guys tomorrow and I’ll call if any updates.”
***They all leave the hospital and Fred gives everybody hugs before climbing into his vehicle. He starts the engine and begins to pull away, red mist still obscuring his view as he punches in a phone number on the cars phone system. It rings a few times, before Michaela Ford, Casie’s daughter, answers the phone***
Micki: ”Hello?”
Fred: ”Hey, Michaela… It’s Fred, erm your grandpa…”
Micki: ”Oh Gramps! Hey, what’s up? You don’t usually call me…”
Fred: ”Yeah well, there’s been a bit of an incident on Mayhem. Are you still in New York?”
Micki: ”No, I got back this afternoon, what’s happened?”
Fred: ”It’s your mom, Michaela…”
***Fred begins to explain to Michaela about what’s happened, as he guides his car through the Manchester streets and to his apartment, as we fade out slowly…
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We slowly reopen and find ourselves in the IIW stadium, outside the office of Bob Mitchell. Fred is standing there, whilst a lady he’s not seen before clacks away on a computer. She looks up at Fred, tilting her spectacles down her nose***
Lady: ”I’m sorry, Mr. Mitchell isn’t in the office today.”
Fred: ”And, you are?”
Lady: ”I’m Celeste, I’m a temp…”
Fred: ”Ok, Celeste… Well, could you please get hold of Bob and tell him Fred Debonair needs to speak to him regarding booking for the next card… Tell him I want John Cavanagh in WHATEVER match he wishes.”
Celeste: ”Okay Mr. Debonair… I will do…”
Fred: ”I’m serious, Celeste. Singles, tag-action… Three-Way… I don’t care who else is involved tell Bob I want Cav!”
***Fred puts his card on the table which has both his phone number and email address on, both undoubtedly already on Bob Mitchell’s computer system but Fred wants to be thorough. He steps outside the building, takes a deep breath and pulls a couple of items from the inside pocket of his jacket… A blunt and a lighter, he looks around before lighting up, placing the lighter back in his pocket and dials a number one handed on his phone as he starts to walk… It’s picked up***
Abe: ”Fred my boy… How is Casie? How are you?”
Fred: ”She’s okay Abe, she’s stable but still not come around fully yet… Listen, I’m going down things the right way here, I’m doing things properly, but you need to speak to me before I change my mind and start doing things stupid…”
Abe: ”Didn’t Casie’s daughter just show up and find her?”
Fred: ”Yeah, she did.”
Abe: ”So, you’ve got a granddaughter, you’re just getting to know?”
Fred: ”That’s right, wow you’re very perceptive aren’t you, Abe?”
Abe: ”So some say, yes, but… I’m also done talking.”
***Fred stops walking and he thinks for a moment, realising what Abe has done. He smirks and shakes his head as he takes a toke of the blunt and sees his street up ahead***
Fred: ”You’re a sly old fox, Abe Greenberg, but thanks because I needed to hear that…”
Abe: ”You’re welcome. But hey, if you know… It doesn’t work… You know where we are, right?”
Fred: ”Of course and I won’t hesitate to call. But speaking of my granddaughter she’s actually waiting at mine and I’m almost there so I’ll speak to you soon… And thanks again!”
***Fred hangs up the phone, takes one more draw on his blunt, before stomping it out on the floor, placing the phone back in his pocket and waving the air around his last exhale as we slowly dissipate…
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… We reopen around a week or so later, in what appears to be a parking lot somewhere in the centre of Manchester. Lots has gone on in this time and currently Fred Debonair is stood behind his navy blue wrapped Rolls Royce Ghost V12 4x4 and is pacing up and down. He’s dressed in white sneakers, black jeans and a black “La Revolución” hoodie with the hood up… He continues to pace as he speaks***
Fred: ”Last week on Mayhem something happened that I’m still trying to understand, to comprehend, to work out why anybody would be so damn quick to get themselves added to a kill-list, to figure out what on God’s green Earth has possessed somebody to instil a death wish upon themselves but before we go there I just want to turn my attention elsewhere. You see Russel Wayne and Leon Knight I did go and see Bob Mitchell and he wasn’t in, but I left a note that I wanted Cav in the ring and I didn’t really care in what fashion and so here we are… We’re in a tag match where Russell and myself take on Leon and John Cavanagh… Russell I’m not sure what you’re feeling right now and I know my boy Tyler took your best friend Curtis to the brink to become the number one contender for the IIW World Championship, but I’m sure that can be left by the wayside as I step in and tear John limb from limb; eh?
As for Leon Knight… I’m very sorry you’ve been drawn into this match Leon, because you’ve been teamed up with an egocentric , egomaniacal, self-centred prick who cares about nothing, but himself! He’s even set his old lady up to take a fall they’re both going to regret so heavily when everything is said and done. I apologise in advance for the beating you’re about to take from myself and Russell Wayne but trust me, if you don’t tow the line then you’ll receive a beatdown from your partner on the night too! I genuinely have no idea what you’re about, Knight and like Russell I don’t overlook anybody but with the mood I’m in, with the way I’m feeling right now, the toxic hatred that’s coursing through my veins, running through my bloodstream… It’s going to be a mistake for anybody to step in my way, that’s something you can take to the bank and either invest it or cash out instantly, but what you don’t wanna do is be sitting there staring at it for too long, brother…”
***Fred stops pacing, he pulls a spliff from his hoodie drop-pocket and lights it up, he sits on the boot of his Roller and takes a deep breath. He doesn’t look up as he speaks…***
Fred: ”Johnny, Johnny, Johnny… What the fuck have you done…? What in the world were you thinking, sending Shannon into OUR locker room, to do your dirty work for you and blindside my sister? And I know she was blindsided because she’s just as good an athlete as me, John, she’s the former First Class Women’s Champion! If she’d even sensed any of you coming you’d be out for the count… Shannon, Trig, Andy and even you, Cav! You’re not stupid brother you’ve known Casie almost as long as you’ve known me! And now… Now you’ve taken it upon yourself to attack her, an innocent. Why? Why John?! Because I called you a coward? Because I wouldn’t allow you to just brush Fred Debonair off? Oh. The irony!
John! Think back to what you did at the end of Mayhem, son… Think back to the fact that to counteract the accusation of you being A COWARD, you did something COWARDLY and give your head a shake! No, no in fact John, give yourself a slap! I mean it won’t stop me giving you an absolute shit kicking when we meet on Monday night but it might slap some goddamn sense into you, you stupid son of a bitch! Do you think you’ve done something here, Cav? I mean do you think you’ve managed to keep your hands clean or what? Sending your woman in; to attack another female doesn’t absolve you of the responsibility John! Surely you understand that?”
***Fred takes a toke of the spliff and blows smoke into the air as he looks up now, pulling his hood down, but stays seated on the boot of the car. He looks exceptionally serious as he continues***
Fred: ”You said I was just a spoke in the wheel of the bike you’re riding John…? You think you’re “in control”? Okay. Okay John, I’ll continue to allow you to believe you’re in control. I will sit back and I will watch as you carry on with your life pretending you haven’t got a care in the world about what Fred Debonair is upto because of course I’m in the rearview right? I’ve grown soft John? So what…? You genuinely felt that having your broad attack my sister was going to… I dunno, sharpen me up again? Oh Cav, you silly boy. Have you ever heard the saying let sleeping dogs lie? Have you ever heard the saying never wake a sleeping bear? Well neither of those apply here John. The saying that applies here is you stupid motherfucker you had better understand the implications and consequences of your actions because believe me when I get ahold of you, you’re going to wish you’d never considered continuing to wrestle when FCPW closed its doors.
Oh I’m sure you’re gonna come back from this and you’re gonna laugh and act like it’s gone in one ear and out the other! How you couldn’t give two shits about Fred Debonair and you didn’t realise he was speaking you perhaps thought there was a mosquito buzzing around your ear, but John we all know that for you, these are coping mechanisms! We all know that there are times that those individuals like yourself, scarper for the alternative truth because they cannot face the facts in front of them, your facts John? You. Done. Fucked. Up… I’m not in the same ballpark as you, because you managed to talk your woman into jumping my sister? A real badass would have done the job himself, John. Don’t tell me you have morals either and don’t think I’m not gonna come for Shannon because she’s a broad, because I can tell you now I couldn’t care if she was a transsexual midget, fairs fair. If you wanna throw hands prepare for the backspin…
And trust me, John… When we set foot in the ring tomorrow against one another, what you’ve got coming isn’t even going to touch the true nature of what I’m going to do to you. Mayhem isn’t going to even remotely show you, what you’ve done. It’ll be the trailer if you will. It’ll be the spoiler, the flier for the upcoming feature! John what I do to you on Mayhem will be foreplay, brother. You’ll feel the burn, you’ll feel the electricity, those volts but you need to understand I’m just fucking about with you in that ring… I’m literally going to bully you, you absolutely narcissistic, arrogant, pleb. You genuinely have no clue what’s coming and it’s cool, because that’s how I like it, I love having you see me, pointing and laughing because to you it’s some comedy sketch show. The almighty John Cavanagh can’t be touched. Awesome.”
***Fred smirks and nods his head as he takes a last toke of the spliff, flicking it at us as he jumps off the boot and we see the scene quickly fade - to - black!***
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Post by The Celtic Club on Jan 30, 2022 23:40:13 GMT
Flurry after flurry the snow fell through the City lights, momentarily catching the slightest twinkle from the refraction of the light and frozen precipitation crossing paths. The camera panned downward to a Caucasian male clad in black Timberland boots, black True Religion jeans and a black leather coat, a black hood extended from the coat covering the majority of his head but a feint hint of his blonde hair peeked through the front. John Cavanagh, the leader of The Celtic Club and IIW International Champion, turned his head towards the camera. With each breath the steam left his body displaying the frigid temperatures that hold his City hostage during the winter months.
Some people love the snow, I can’t stand the shit. Crappy weather, slush everywhere, nobody knows how to drive. God damned flight delays. Mother Nature trying to save two pitiful souls a lose at the hands of John Cavanagh. All around, that’s a pretty shitty situation. Might be a blessing in disguise to Russell Wayne and…ugggh again? Yeah, again, Fred Debonair.
John looked up the sky, took and deep breath and rolled his eyes.
Wonder who you pestered enough to get another crack at me. It’s kinda like you just don’t know when to give up. You convince management to put you into a tag team match with me. Give you a partner that’s at least been established as a championship caliber athlete, albeit not on the same level as myself, and what of my partner? Some new signee by the name of Leon Knight? I knew the entire fabric of our world has been turned into a bitch fest but didn’t know professional wrestling had gone the same path. Allow a Karen like Fred Debonair a big enough soap box and I’m sure he could have had this switched into a handicap match. Shit, this one might as well be a handicap match because some unknown isn’t going to do me any favors. Why Trigger or Andy isn’t on the apron with me I haven’t the slightest idea—maybe I should copy my old buddy Fred and bitch a little more. Why? What difference does it make in the end? Fred Debonair and Russell Wayne aren’t on my level and while Leon Knight may be my partner…I don’t think it matters who my partner is.
The Irishman smiled towards the camera as his cocky demeanor reared it’s ugly head.
I have proven time and time again, here in the IIW in the present day and in past promotions, that Fred Debonair can’t hang with The One Man Dynasty. I reminded the entire wrestling community to this fact in that little bloodbath that stole the show at Red Alert. International Championship on the line and I’m still the man toting that championship back and forth across the Atlantic to that cess pool called Manchester. I’m sure he here was a gigantic smile that overtook your face when you found out about this match Fred but that will be the end of your satisfaction. There will be no retribution for you at Monday Night Mayhem. Shannon and I made sure that your little collective of genetic mutations is missing one because you didn’t know when it was time to stop running your god damned mouth! I told you I was done with you after I defeated you yet again and you just couldn’t let sleeping dogs lie. You couldn’t live with the reality of the situation! You can paint yourself as the victim and myself the villain all you want but that transgression wasn’t going to happen without your pride forcing the issue. Think before you act and maybe the remainder of your family will remain intact.
The IIW International Champion cackles and rubs his hands back and forth as the snow continues to fall all around him.
No worries, I would never forget that there is a second half of this dynamic duo that myself and Jobber McQueen will be squaring off against. Russell Wayne…the man that has been sitting on a championship opportunity of his choosing since last years Keys 2 Success. Now, it’s clear the golden boy has been paired with Fred as both men have a hard on for good old Johnnie Cav but that similarity may be the worst trait Russell could possibly possess. Your desire for a date in the squared circle with John Cavanagh and an opportunity to become a triple champion is going to be just the ego check you need. I won’t get ahead of myself regarding Keys 2 Success because you might not even make it there. All depends how much you decide to piss me off during this encounter on Monday Night Mayhem. Maybe I’ll smack you around so good that you’ll decide to not even cash in that championship opportunity but what fun would that be for me? That robs Johnnie Cav of a nice payday by retaining my championship at a pay-per-view. Maybe I gotta go a little easy on you then, Rus, maybe I just need to make sure that I don’t spend too much time in the ring with you. This way you don’t realize how impossible your goal is to attain. While you may have the right to be a bit brash due to your standing as a dual champion, an accomplishment I can’t even claim here in the IIW, you will find out very quickly your place in the pecking order. Last week I took Elliot and Hendrix and taught them what professional wrestling was all about. This edition of Mayhem Johnnie Cav is going to steal the sweet taste of retribution out from underneath Freddy Boy’s nose, teach Russell Wayne that he’s biting off a bit more than he’s capable of chewing and give Leon Knight the highlight of his worthless career…teaming up with the greatest to ever lace up a pair of boots.
John turns away and walks into the entryway of the building behind him as the scene cuts to static.
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