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Post by Shaun Hart on Apr 4, 2022 18:35:52 GMT
Singles Match Standard Rules Kameron Yates vs Ryan McCann
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Post by Ryan McCann on Apr 5, 2022 12:02:59 GMT
The More things change IIW, the more they stay the same!
Let me take you back a year ago to the last KKND when I Ryan McCann was taking on Tyler Debonair the crème of the crème in the IIW, what was this punk doing? Probably sat doing his exams in a preppy little school talking about how alternate he was, how much he was out there.
Ryan is staring at the schedule for IIW KKND 2022 he can see his name down there right next to Kameron Yates, the new star in town
Ryan shakes his head as he reads up on the short bio Kameron has.
When I grow up I want to be a hardcore brutaliser… I want to stick pins through my eyes and make people bleed… squeeze me god damn it Kameron, you need to take a rain check and look at who you actually think you are, there are better places for this than the IIW. This is the purest federation out there, we have built our reputation up on the best technical wrestling going, not having the latest fad Shaun Hart seems to be a fan of of hitting people as hard as they can over the head with a trash can.. It is what it is… TRASH!
So you’re coming here to the IIW, the place of pure wrestling and you’re facing off against the ultimate technician in myself… It’s not really the best start for you, these are held under legitimate IIW Wrestling rules. NO WEAPONS. NO BLOOD. NO GOD DAMN BRUTALITY.
It’s going to be two men going mono el mono against each other testing out who is the better wrestler and unfortunately that’s where it gives me the massive advantage Kameron. You may portray yourself as a little sicko, but really once all that is scraped away there isn’t that much too you is there? That’s why in the hallowed ring I will be taking my victory and progressing in my challenge to claim gold in the IIW!
Ryan rips down the schedule off the wall and throws it on the floor as he walks off
A Bloody boxer…. He’s done it all hasn’t he, maybe there’s a reason why he has never been successful in the ring with his lust of violence and boxing… This is a whole different Mantra here… maybe, just maybe you should stick to boxing before you’re chased out of here… or maybe that’s already happened with your boxing when no one wants to sit here and deal with a loser like yourself Kameron!
Take a look in the mirror, you’re heading back to the gutter because you are not the PURE WRESTLER that I am!
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Post by Alicia Rose on Apr 7, 2022 22:01:56 GMT
Saving the Lost Sheep. The setting opens to a pitch black room, where the only figure that can be made out is that of a male who appears to be crouching down. The faint light emitting from the camera manages to show that the room has black painted walls and soft carpeting but nothing else. Especially when it comes to identifying who the figure that is kneeling down might be. It's here. The time has come for the first sacrifice. For the first man who sees fit to walk into the path of the reaper, to be claimed. Torn apart so that the rebuilding process can begin and he can become at one with the world that betrayed him. The fate that led him to the very moment that shall arise. The moment that he has been dreading and the root of his nightmares.The man's words are cold; callous in nature. Designed to both send a warning and send a shiver down the spines of those who might be watching. Whether they be his currently unknown opponent or the general populace. Panning down, the camera reveals the figure is attired in a black leather jacket over the top of a black shirt and denim jeans but nothing else. It is why he is lying to himself. Lost within his own delusions and believing that I am merely some sort of entity that he can purify. That he is more pure than me, therefore has nothing to fear in the ring. Holding the assumption that I am merely some "alternative" child who does not belong in his world, without understanding anything about who I am. He chooses to play ignorant in the hopes that he can pretend enough. If he can ignore the footsteps, then they won't bother him and will leave him alone. Failing to realize the footsteps. The sounds he hears in the night are heading straight toward him. Calling his name. Calling for him to open the door and accept them into his home. His sanctuary so that they can cleanse him. Remove the seeds that reside within and plant ones more befitting of who he is. Seeds that shall enable him to become the person this world has destined for him to become.The camera's light continues to glow, catching a glimpse of the kneeling man's face. It is that of Kameron Yates. The opponent he has been speaking of? That is Ryan McCann, who is slated to face Kameron at the IIW's Krush, Kill and Destroy Pay Per View. A crazed expression is upon the eighteen year old's face as he gazes into the camera. For within the new world that is about to rise, we each have our role to play. Our parts in ensuring that once it is all razed. Once it is all turned to ash, it can be rebuilt. It can be recrafted into the image of what it should have been from the start. The world that was envisioned when it was first birthed, before we strayed away. Before we allowed ourselves to become consumed by anger. Hatred and decaying the world to the state that it finds itself in currently. We are all to blame for the status of the world, whether you wish to accept it or not. For you know deep down, that it is the truth. That you are just as much the cause of the slow death we are witnessing before our very eyes. The state of flux that the world finds itself it.Kameron focuses his icy stare into the camera. Look around us. The misery. The state of darkness that we find ourselves in. It has all been because of us. Our actions. Our statements. Our own sense of self-value and worth. Our feeble attempts to deceive ourselves into thinking that we hold a greater status than others. That we are special, simply because we are "pure". Both of the body and within our souls. That's what you believe Ryan, isn't it? You seem to speak a lot about how you are this pure being and how I am just a heathen. A being who is simply known for sadism and hardcore. Is that your way of discounting me? Of trying to deny the reaper simply because you choose to keep your own eyes closed?He briefly closes his eyes to emphasize this point before re-opening them. What you seem not to realize is that these rules do not favor you. They do not save you at all. In all of your proclamations about being pure. Of being made for this sort of warfare, you allowed yourself to tunnel in and focus on what you want to believe. What you feel is more important than the truth. In dismissing me as being somebody who has lost their mind and become submerged with hardcore, you ignore my history. You ignore the fact that I was the single most dominant force in high school wrestling. I was the man who would go out there and not just brutalize whoever opposed me, but I would leave them in my wake. It would be a symphony of destruction in its purest form. Just like it shall be at KKND. I don't recall you ever talking about competing in high school, Ryan. I don't recall you making statements about how you would walk into gyms and dominate from a young age. It's kind of funny that you would claim to be pure. Claim that you are a traditionalist when you didn't begin wrestling until you left college. Until you had already started your journey through life, then turn around and chastise somebody who began down this path while you thought you could still be a businessman. Is that because you are no different to the people you claim are wrong? Is that because you are too afraid of what you will see if you look into the mirror?He chuckles, those words echoing around him as he stands. Don't worry, you won't have to fear it much longer. You won't have to hide any more... Once we step into the ring, all your misery. All the anger that you have allowed to pool up inside of you will be released. Freed so that you no longer have to be shackled down by it. It will no longer anchor you down and cause you to be the lost little child born of angst that you are. Instead you will be reborn in the image of what you were supposed to be. The man who the world had painted you as when you were born. I know it may be hard for you to confront. To accept as you have become so embedded in your beliefs. You have allowed them to become a core piece to who you are to your own detriment. Come KKND, I can fix that. I can save you from that.His voice lowers into a whisper. All you have to do is accept the scythe. Understand that you are the first victim that shall be claimed by the reaper. That this is what needs to be if you are to find peace within yourself.He begins to walk, as the sound of water dripping down onto concrete can be heard. It will be Malicious but it is the only way.With that, the setting fades into darkness. A blood stained portrait slowly burns to ash the final image that is seen.
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Post by Alicia Rose on Apr 14, 2022 10:04:55 GMT
A Sadistic Sermon The setting opens to an alleyway on the outskirts of Manchester. Dust, debris and even garbage can be seen lining the ground. The buildings on either side are in a state of disrepair, appearing as if they could crumble at a moment's notice. Standing in the middle of the alley, attired in a black leather jacket atop his standard black shirt, denim jeans and black leather boots attire is Kameron Yates. A blank, death-like expression across his face as he looks blankly ahead, yet a soft flicker can be seen within his eyes. Aww. Is poor little Ryan scared? Afraid of the inevitable? Did you realize that your words, your statements are meaningless? Did it hit you that when we step into the ring, you are not just stepping into a battle with another hardcore persona, but instead somebody who knows his way around a ring? Somebody who was born into this path whilst you were getting a business degree? Somebody who is at one with his purpose? For you have not said even a peep since I spoke to you. Since I informed you of what awaits you at KKND.Wrinkles begin to form between his eyes as his look becomes more focused. It's okay to be scared, Ryan. It's okay to be afraid of the unknown. Many people are, but you must also realize that the void. The monster lurking within the shadows isn't there to scare you. It isn't there to cause nightmares or attempt to plant seeds of worry inside of your head. It is there to save you. To cleanse you so that you can become reborn within the image you were always destined to portray. Just as you were born to be, before you were led astray. Thrown to the wolves and told to sink or swim within this world without knowing just what you were supposed to do. What your purpose was intended to be, outside of proclaiming yourself as a pure wrestler. A beacon who believed that he could save this industry. Who held thoughts of reviving its soul, not knowing that he was lost within his own mind. Ensnared by the vines of his own grandeur without a plan on how he would truly fulfill this passage.He scowls as a sinister expression becomes evident upon his face. One that has become all too familiar during his statements. One that resonates throughout the midnight setting. You never had a true direction when you set about this path... When you designated yourself as the best technical wrestler in the industry. I can sense it in your eyes. In the way your words are stated as if they were pre-written. Scripted to try and prevent you from falling flat on your face. There as a crutch which you have leant on, not realizing that eventually... It is those words that would lead you down the twisted path of your downfall. It is those words that have brought you to where you stand presently. Face to face with the reaper and with nowhere to hide. Nowhere you can safely run, lest you betray the person you have made yourself out to be.He then flashes a twisted smile, his expression becoming more crazed. Almost psychopathic in nature. Not realizing that you have already betrayed that person, Ryan. You have already become the very person you claim to hate yet deny it. Falsely believing that people will buy into your words. That they will blind themselves enough to ignore the feeble, powerless being you truly are and present you as what you claim to be. What you have been desiring to be ever since you shunned the world of business for this world. Convincing yourself that you made the right decision. That your choice was the only choice that you could make. Come KKND, you shall realize everything you thought you knew. Everything that you cherish about the ring was all a lie. An illusion you created to shield you from the truth. From the dark reality that this world is just as cruel as the one you have been trying to evade this entire time. That this world is just as rotten as the one that torments you every time you fall asleep. The world that no matter how much you toss and turn. No matter how far back within your mind you try to push it, it remains there. Waiting for you to finally confess. To finally accept that the knock on your door by the cold hand of the reaper has arrived. That it is your time to face your fate.His voice then lowers into a sadistic whisper. One that would send chills down even the most ardent of horror movie fan's spines. I've already won Ryan, and I don't even need to lift a finger to do so.Taking a step forward, the moonlight overhead reflects off his skin, causing a gentle glow to appear on his face as his voice returns to its usual cadence. I have nothing to hide. I have nothing that I will feel sorry for once we step into the ring. For as much as you wish to paint a picture of me, I need nothing else but my own hands and feet as weapons. I need no more than my own limbs in order to tear you apart. Deconstruct you just as has been commanded. It is how I have always been, and how I will always be. You are simply the first man who shall fall. The domino that shall set everything into action as it all burns down. His smile turns more sinister as he lets out a chuckle. Thinking about all that he intends on doing to Ryan McCann at KKND. The sadistic plans he has in store to play out right before the audience's eyes. Awaiting the new life that its death shall bring as the flames surround it. The chariot that you, just like it shall ride on into the night playing the sweetest symphony. One that shall spell your destruction. Beginning his slow, methodical walk, Kameron turns to face the camera one final time. The intensity evident within his eyes. It shall be Malicious.With that, the setting fades to black.
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