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Post by Shaun Hart on May 31, 2022 8:28:57 GMT
( It's been a year since Osh lost control of his company and now gets one final chance of getting it back when the Team he's assembled goes to war against Team Jenny, with so much on the line which Team will rise to the occasion?)
Main Event Four on Four War Games Match Team Jenny( Justin York,Liam Cain, Tyler Debonair and Crush vs Team Osh ( Chris Page, Cav, Fenix and Sean Rsines.)
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Post by Chris Page on Jun 2, 2022 23:27:53 GMT
I know, I know… just when you think you have all the answers, I change the question! Have you all enjoyed picking your jaws up off the ground because you’ve all been duped since day one? I know that you’ve all got more questions than answers about what unfolded on Mayhem surrounding one Fred Debonair. Before we get there let me start by giving a solid shoutout to my boy Thaddeus Duke; his in-ring career is in question following an injury sustained in Dubai with the XWF. I know that he would have loved to have been a part of Tyler's public execution in person, and just know that it’s not a matter of if Thaddeus comes back it’s just a matter of when.
Keep your head up, bud.
Positive vibes your way, Lionheart. We’ll see you soon.
Now, we can move forth and talk about the swerve that none of you saw coming. You have new IIW World Tag Team Champions in Chris Page and Fred Debonair; officially making me a two-time Tag Champion without losing his first reign.
I hate to brag… but uh, what you saw unfold on Mayhem was nothing short of goddamn perfection on how to show that thundercunt, Jenny, that when you play with Chris Page you better be up to snuff, or else I’ll send you back to the short bus where you belong. As much as I want to take credit for all of this, I can’t. Truth be told this goes back to just after CCPE took claim to the IIW Tag Titles. Thaddeus and I put to bed the one “dominate” team this federation had to offer it wasn’t too long after that Fred and Tyler secured their shot. Headed into that match I pulled Fred aside man to man, and I had that hard conversation with him that needed to be had. I told him what my plans were, I told him if he needed to see the proof in the pudding to watch the reaction Tyler would give. We knew when we fucked them at K.K.N.D. that Tyler was going to cry like a bitch about it versus manning up and coming back for some more.
The only piece of this equation that wasn’t planned was Thad’s injury.
You adapt.
The time was right.
Fred had seen everything he needed to see. He saw that shining light of truth, and he chose to be MY partner on Mayhem. Alas, here we stand your new IIW World Tag Team Champions in a move that has left the masses in a state of shock. Have none of you paid any attention at all to just who the hell I am? I’m not your Jonny’s, your Russell’s, your Crushes… people know my name around the world. I’m a Global commodity that most of you will never come close to seeing, and the others wish they could be. When I tell you the world is my oyster it means that I have a seat at any table I choose… including yours.
I digress.
So what does this mean for Fred? Did we witness him aligning himself with CCPE? The simple answer is no. All Fred did was become my Tag Team Partner. I am not going to speak for Fred because he’s going to speak for himself whenever he’s ready to, but as it stands right now he is not under contract with CCPE. Is everyone up to speed with that? Cool, let’s move on for a moment so I may pat myself on the back because while keeping one-half of the Tag Titles I moved on to CU:LT Wrestling and dominated again… Right Jonny? I mean you were there, you were involved in the same match and couldn’t even make your way to the bitter end. Do you know who did? Chris Page! Do you know who won the fucking thing? Oh yeah, Chris Page. FINALLY involved in the same place and the same match, you couldn’t hang with me! That doesn’t hold any weight in the IIW, well aware, but it isn’t a matter of if I beat YOU again… it’s just a matter of when. That is if you can get past Russell Wayne in the UNDERCARD of the Pay-Per-View the guy you claim the IIW sees no value in is not only Main Eventing, but carrying Osh’s entire goddamn team? While you and Russ circle jerk each other in the confines of a match that nobody but either of you cares about just know that it doesn’t matter which one of you leaves with the World Title, it’s coming to me in very short order.
Thank god neither of you has a third leg in this as you had last go around. Saves the excuses and doesn’t occupy a title match that has already been done.
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Tuesday 5/31/21 Las Vegas. Nevada 2:00 PM
Featuring: Candice Wolf-Page, James Raven, and Atara Themis
The heat of the midafternoon of the La Vegas sun beat down atop Chris Page, Candice Wolf-Page, James Raven, and Atara Themis. Chris is standing in front of his friends as in the background we see a crane, dump trucks, and all kinds of heavy machinery going to town in the midst of building something special just off the Las Vegas strip.
CHRIS PAGE: That’s it, James. If there was ever a time to strike while the iron is hot not would be that time.
James, holding Atara’s hand glances over at her as she does to him. He shifts his attention back toward Chris who now walks over to Candice wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
JAMES RAVEN: Do you think it’s going to be appealing if my name is attached to it?
Chris responds.
CHRIS PAGE: If you haven’t learned anything from me over the last fifteen years you should have learned that the last thing I give a flying fuck about is the views or opinions of others. You were just as much a part of all of this as I have ever been, and if there’s ONE guy that I would do anything for on the face of the planet, it’s James Raven. Yes, this is going to not only be appealing, but it’s also going to be more appealing.
Why are we here? That’s a very simple question to answer if I wanted to draw back my curtain and let everyone in… but I’m not an idiot. Unlike a lot of you when I say I’m not only one of the greatest to lace a pair of boots, but I have the respect of my peers and the friendship of those that were on the front lines decades ago paving the way for sniveling pricks like the rest of you to draw an income.
You’re arrogance, your sense of entitlement it’s all just… eh.
When I hear you complain about losing this match or that match it makes me giggle because ninety percent of you wouldn’t have been able to hang with guys from my era.
CHRIS PAGE: You know what I’m capable of when I have that motivation behind me…
Chris kisses Candice on the side of her head before he continues.
CHRIS PAGE: I’ve never been more motivated.
It’s true- Candice legitimately brings out the very best in me. When I sit back and watch everything that SHE has accomplished with the Velvet Rabbit, how she built it from the ground relit the passion that I have burning within a legacy that has the potential to rise from the ashes and become a force within the industry one more time.
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Collectively we have a vision for what this is going to be, and there’s no denying that having both of you on board is not only the right business move… it’s the only one to make at this time.
James and Atara each seem like they might be convinced. James releases Atty’s hand as he reaches for his white t-shirt, slowly raising it while lowering Atty’s head giving everyone present a shot at the abs that make all the girls wet… as he dabs a bead of sweat from her brow. It was like the angels were singing, even if for a brief moment. He lightly kisses the future mother of his child before lowing his shirt. Chris catches Candice taking a peak.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m not mad, I’m jealous.
JAMES RAVEN: Ohhh yeahhh.
The angels stop their singing as the washboard, chiseled chest of the GOAT is covered.
ATARA THEMIS: Is it alright if we take some time to think about it and talk about it?
CHRIS PAGE: We wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s no denying how important you’ve both been to our lives, and this is a can’t miss opportunity.
Chris motions toward the awaiting limo.
CHRIS PAGE: Let’s grab a drink, and talk a little more about things.
JAMES RAVEN: Should you be drinking? Aren’t you doing CU:LT tonight?
The driver opens the door as James helps Atara in the limo. He follows her in.
CHRIS PAGE: When’s that ever stopped me?
Chris helps Candice in the back of the limo and follows her in closing the door behind them.
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Let’s start shifting gears and start talking a little bit about what lies ahead of me because the last thing that’s going to be a challenge is carrying Team Osh to victory come War Games. There’s been but ONE game-changer, ONE needle mover, and only ONE man that spotlight gravitates toward between the eight of us elected to take part in this pissing contest within the structure of the IIW… but am I the only one of us that negotiated something out of all of this? Surely that can’t be the case; wait a minute, yeah it can be the case when you consider the level of intelligence outside of yours truly ranks of that of a slug that’s had a little salt poured on top of it. It’s not a huge secret that your current IIW World Champion has been ducking and dodging me since I got here.
Oh yeah, he has.
He’s popped off at the mouth at every turn claiming he doesn’t hold a pencil, he certainly hasn’t used his voice. While I’ve made it clear the title is what I’m coming for doesn’t mean it has to be on the line, initially. Has Jonny asked for a NON TITLE match opposite me? Has he gone to Osh or Jenny asking to make it happen? Nope. Why? Because he’s a bitch. Fast forward to a few weeks ago when I was cornered by Osh to round out his War Games team the first thing to come to my mind is Quid Pro Quo…
What do I get out of it?
This isn’t my first rodeo when it comes stepping into War Games, so if I’m going to carry your team to victory, if I’m going to be the reason power is returned to Osh then I’m going to not only collect a fat fucking check, but I want what should belong to me the day I stopped that so-called unstoppable with the IIW. I want the opportunity to lead this federation by example. The face of professional wrestling is waiting for the World Heavyweight Championship, and Osh is smart enough to know that if there’s ONE person that can get his power back it’s the very man that’s already beaten three-quarters of the opposing team!
… but before I shred through those chodes let me start with my team.
The first thing the three of you need to come to terms with off jump street rests with I don’t give two shits about you nor the reputations that you think mean anything to someone of my stature. There’s a reason why Osh elected to have my services over his flesh and blood, so it would behoove you all to sit back and do as you told for the last thing any of you want to do is screw the pooch because I assure you that if you do there’s going to be consequences and repercussions by my hands. The only thing I need the three of you to do is to show up to potential because much like Osh hand picked me as his heavy he picked the three of you as well. I’ve never been a guy that’s relied on others to get things done, so this situation isn’t going to be any different. You can bicker with me or you can get on my page, no pun intended, but this ends one way… and that’s with Chris Page getting his GUARANTEED IIW World Title opportunity since the current one isn’t man enough to do it on his own.
… I bet Russ wouldn’t have evaded me this long if he was on top.
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Wednesday 6/1/2022 Las Vegas, Nevada to Manhattan, New York Chris Page Private Jet 12:00 PM
Ft. Candice Wolf-Page and Shaun Hart
It’s been a long stretch for the Face of Professional Wrestling over the last two weeks. Beating Matt Knox back a week ago Sunday through just last night with Cu:lt Wrestling without suffering a blemish to my record. Our scene opens as we are aboard Chris’s private jet as we are 30,000 feet above the ground from Las Vegas to Manhattan. The wages of the wars over the last month or so have finally started to take a toll.
Chris Page is laid out on a masseur's table on his stomach, a white towel covering his lower back through his upper thighs.
“Are you ready?”
Like that’s ever a question.
CHRIS PAGE: Absolutely.
Candice emerges onto the screen in a skimpy little number that would give a dog a bone as she is rubbing her hands together. She reaches the table and runs the fingertips of her right hand from the top of the towel up Chris’s spine to his shoulders. She starts to massage his shoulder and shoulder blades.
CHRIS PAGE: Oh my god!
Her hand's hands were magical as she applied light pressure to start before gradually massaging deeper.
CHRIS PAGE: This is a great off day.
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Even you need to relax.
Her hands move from my shoulders toward the base of my neck.
CHRIS PAGE: It’s hard I’m always on the grind. The good news is it all starts winding down from here. The days of Chris Page traveling all over the world every week are coming to an end.
Don’t breathe a sigh of relief because the IIW is staying on my schedule. I’m the guy that’s going to “pop” the federation the moment we get through this formality that’s called War Games at When World’s Collide. Osh will have his precious power back, I will have my guaranteed shot at the IIW World Heavyweight Championship at any time or place of my choosing.
… if that’s not power on calling your shot, nothing is.
I’ve made the loops for almost a year. I’m not going to waste your time by running the lengthy list of federations because we all know those waters run deep. I have proven everything that I needed to prove to myself and all the haters on the planet that not only can I still go, but I can also do it better pushing the senior citizen age than ninety-nine percent of the wrestlers in the business today.
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: So much tension in these shoulders.
She isn’t wrong.
CHRIS PAGE: Amongst other places.
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Oh we’re going to make sure we release all the tension from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet.
CHRIS PAGE: Promise?
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: That’s a guarantee.
Chris snickers under his breath before he responds.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m going to hold you to that.
Candice starts working for her hands down the spine of Chris Page when suddenly his cell phone starts to ring.
CHRIS PAGE: Fuck!
Candice grabs his phone, looks at the screen, and states.
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: It’s Shaun Hart. Do you want to take it?
CHRIS PAGE: I don’t wanna, but I gotta.
Candice answers the call and puts it on speaker as she lays it next to the headrest of the down Chris Page.
CHRIS PAGE: Shaun.
Shaun’s voice can be heard.
SHAUN HART: Hey Mr. Page, I hope I’m not calling at a bad time.
Candice goes back to massaging Chris’s middle back as he responds.
CHRIS PAGE: It’s not the best of times but not the worst of times; by the way, you’re on speaker with Candice.
SHAUN HART: Hey Candice.
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Hi Shaun.
SHAUN HART: I’ll try not to take up a lot of time but I’ve been festering over what transpired at Leap of Faith with Jonny…
Chris lets out a groan at the mention of that fart blossom's name.
SHAUN HART: I know he isn’t your favorite person but he represents the IIW, and to have him attacked on XWF programming. I was wondering if you could pull some strings for me…
CHRIS PAGE: Hold up Shaun, I like you… but you’re making a huge mistake.
SHAUN HART: I was just thinking since you are the General Manager of their Wednesday Warfare show that…
Before Shaun can finish Chris cuts him off a second time.
CHRIS PAGE: Hold up and listen to me.
Shaun finally shuts his mouth and listens to what Chris has to say.
CHRIS PAGE: This mistake isn’t being upset that the paper champion of a federation you are lobbying for… the mistake is you’re taking the attack on him personally. It’s not personal, or it shouldn’t be on your end. Understand that I don’t work for IIW on Wednesday nights and understand that business is always going to be business.
Chris pauses as he can hear Shaun breathing.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m sorry, I can’t help you on that one.
The last thing I am is a fan of Those No Good Bastards. If you ask me Thunder Knuckles is the biggest bitch on the face of the planet knowing good and damn well that the only place on the planet that I can’t compete with IS the XWF, so what does he do? He talks his shit with ZERO intentions of backing it up. These are not the actions of a guy that I can get behind, but all that being said I collect XWF money on that night which means that the XWF gets my priority regardless of my personal feelings.
SHAUN HART: I’m sorry to hear that.
CHRIS PAGE: Don’t be sorry to hear it, listen to the words I said. You can’t take it personally because when you do you are more prone to make bigger mistakes. The best advice I’ll give you is this; take a few days to decompress… and then go talk to the paper champion. What you do from there is what you do from there.
SHAUN HART: I guess I’ll do that.
CHRIS PAGE: Hey Shaun.
SHAUN HART: Yes sir?
CHRIS PAGE: Have you given any more thought to what we’ve discussed. I’ve gotten to a point where I need to start hiring some agents for CCPE.
On Tuesday alone I announced Wraith as the newest signing. Over the last four weeks, I’ve signed three talents taking the number to sixteen.
SHAUN HART: Let’s talk about When World Collide. I’ll have an answer for you.
CHRIS PAGE: Sounds good.
SHAUN HART: The question is are you going to be ready for War Games?
Candice reaches the small of Chris’s back as he answers.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m a volcano that’s about to explode.
Chris states.
CHRIS PAGE: Talk to you soon.
Candice takes one hand and ends the call. Chris quickly flips over while yanking Candice on top of him.
CHRIS PAGE: About that release…
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A lot of things happening.
A lot of moving parts as our ride to War Games is about to intensify. The backstory is easy to tell because last year Bob and Jenny got the win over Osh taking the control of his company. The first person I want to speak to is you, Jenny. A walking thundercunt that doesn’t have a lot of smarts when you take a good long look at the team that she put together. You want to talk about a bunch of broken pieces to the cog of the IIW wheel. Why would you select a team that I own that wins over three of them and seriously expect the outcome that rests before you to be any different?
Not the smartest move to make.
The word false hope comes to mind when I think of what stands before me come Worlds Collide because the truth is I could win this mother fucker by myself! Where do we start? Who do we start with because the list of hacks runs deep? We could start with the BIGGEST poser of the bunch… Did you miss me, Crush? Man, I haven’t seen a lot of you since I humbled you on your turf. What bothers me about you is how not only did you NOT know who the hell you were dealing with then, you haven’t gotten a clue now.
What did you do after I ended your streak?
Let me tell you, you showed up on television bragging about winning a World Title in a federation that specializes in kids from the short bus as talent. Who the fuck walks onto IIW TV bragging about a title from a federation that won’t be around six months from now to try and save face, or shift the narrative of losing to a better man?
Convenient timing, wouldn’t you say?
I’m not saying that shit is fake as fuck… but perception is reality.
Let me tell you what’s not fake. The ass-whipping that I’m going to give you locked inside that goddamn cage, what’s not going to be fake is the blood that you’re GOING to shed by my hands, what’s not going to be fake is how far I cram my foot up to your ass until you can pull my laces out of your nostrils, what’s not going to be fake is me showing you that you’re still not worth the Charmin tissue I wipe my ass with! Only a fool could think that I’d allow you to mask that EPIC failure on your behalf the first time around; so before you waste your breath with “flukes” allow for me back my play one more time; not only here inside the confines of War Games but anytime you want to lose either one of those belts you claim belong to you.
What’s funny is how YOU are heavy for this entire team of cucks and half of your schtick can’t even be substantiated; I know… I tried. The fact of the matter is you’ve played big fish in small ponds that you arguably think you are one of the greatest of all time yet you’re so bland that just thinking about having to sit through one of your promos is enough to want to make me want to stick the business end of a Glock in my mouth and pull the trigger. You’re nothing but the overexposed shell of what a professional wrestler used to be when there wasn’t a funny thing called the internet to research everything at our fingertips. I’m going to show you that it wasn’t ever a fluke when I put you down clean and clear in the middle of the ring. I fully expect that you’re going to try and use this as some sort of opportunity to even score. You got a better chance of doing that than you do winning a World Title in any place that has credentials, and just in case you missed that reference I’m pretty much saying that it’s nonexistent.
Not only will I leave you in tears… I’m going to make you question if you’re going to come back.
Come on Jenny, you realize now you could have done better… right? I mean you’d had a better chance of rounding up four fans from the goddamn crowd than throwing that cocksmoker at us let alone Jamie.
How are things Mr. Dork?
I know that “L” I hung over your head has been festering inside you since that fateful night just a few short weeks ago, as it rightfully should. Of everyone involved on the other side of the ring, you’re the pick that legit makes zero sense. Jenny broke into my stash before she picked this team of misfits because why else would show put Jennie on a team with three other people that can’t stand the ground he walks on? It’s certainly not talent-related, so which is it? It makes me giggle knowing that you haven’t learned a damn thing since I shut your oversized mouth, and much like Crush I’d imagine that you’re going to try and use this opportunity to show that you’re capable of defeating me; because let’s face the fucking facts if you don’t defeat me within the confines of War Games then what have you proved?
I am the head that you’re going to hunt, rightfully so.
But allow me to explain to you how that dog doesn’t hunt in five fundamentally simple words.
I am better than you.
It’s not up for debate, kid. But you know Joplin, unlike the rest of your team I want to at least give you a little bit of credit because you are attempting to branch out, you’re TRYING to make a bigger name for yourself; albeit finding lukewarm success… but WAY more success than Jonny.
… but nowhere near as successful as me. Just last week alone you got buried alive on Pay-Per-View, but you bounced back in CU:LT at What Happens in Vegas; again, better than the reigning defending World Paper Champion of the IIW. It’s sick just how much you want to be me, it’s sicker how far you’ll go to deny it. I mean what’s not to love about being Chris Page? World-renowned, running the most successful management company in the business, a smoking hot wife that adores me, the respect of all the people that matter, the cover boy of TIA’s June magazine, running 6… count them again… 6 major programs within 6 different federations without skipping a goddamn beat, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg.
Do yourself a favor, buttercup.
Stay out of my way, I’ve already made you famous once… don’t make me do it again, especially when I am on the cusp of remembering your name, Jamie.
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Thursday 6/2/2022 Chris Page Penthouse Manhattan, New York 10:00 AM
Ft: Candice Wolf-Page
The scene opens inside the foyer of the Manhattan Penthouse apartment belonging to one Chris Page. We see several dudes dressed in matching blue shirts moving throughout the massive apartment packing boxes, stacking boxes, and getting things ready for what appears to be a move of sorts. Chris Page is seen coming down the spiral staircase that leads up to a second floor. He’s dressed extremely casually; grey sweat pants, a white tank top, his trademark luscious locks pulled back into a ponytail, a lit joint between his lips. He reaches the bottom of the stairs as he takes a toke. He inhales before exhaling the smoke out into the apartment.
Chris walks over to the massive set of arching French doors where he opens it for Candice who has a togo cup of coffee in each hand. The power couple exchanges a kiss on the lips before Chris states.
CHRIS PAGE: Trade you.
He takes one of the cups of coffee and passes her the joint.
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Deal.
Candice takes a toke as Chris leads her into the open living area through a sea of boxes that are packed and labeled.
CHRIS PAGE: I still can’t believe I’ve listed this place.
Candice exhales some smoke before she responds.
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Memories.
CHRIS PAGE: The means justify the ends. We need to be in Vegas the next several months, or at least I do when you consider everything, we’ve got invested in it.
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: And you know I’ll fly out, you’ll fly back. It’s not the end of the world by any means.
Candice and I have our fingers in a few pies out in Sin City. It’s something that we’ve collectively been working on hand in hand just as we have plotted and planned the Cannabis Cup coming up in the coming months. I’ve got a lot on my mind, a lot of moving parts as I say daily. With War Games looming in the forefront on top of Action Wrestling’s Evolution 5 event the stakes couldn’t be higher for me.
Sure I just came off 14 days of being undefeated.
While I am confident, I’ll spank Team Bob-nny I can’t help but wonder if I haven’t backed myself into a corner when it comes to the injuries that may occur once we’re locked inside that massive Cage. It’s been two years since I stepped inside of War Games, and while it’s not my first rodeo by any means it doesn’t take away just how dangerous this situation can get. An awful lot can happen with eight bodies inside two rings not to mention the unpredictable nature if your head isn’t on a swivel.
CHRIS PAGE: I am going to miss this place.
Candice takes another toke from the joint before passing it back to Chris as they pass through the living area and into what was once his private office.
CHRIS PAGE: This is where it all started for us.
Chris states before taking a pull off the joint. Candice takes a sip from her coffee cup as Chris looks out across the killer views of Central Park. He exhales the smoke.
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Who would have thought what started with Ani showing you the place that WE would have gotten married?
Chris turns around facing his wife before stating.
CHRIS PAGE: Not I but fate is a very funny thing.
Chris walks over to his desk where a large envelope sits.
CHRIS PAGE: I’ve got something for you.
Chris takes another toke from the joint as he retrieves the envelope. Chris turns toward Candice, reaching out toward her.
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Open it?
She puts her coffee cup on the desk and takes the envelope. She opens it where she pulls out a magazine. Candice glances at the cover and then up to a smiling Chris Page as he sips his coffee.
CHRIS PAGE: They contacted me about a cover for June. I told them I’d do it only if I could share the cover with you.
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: I fucking love it!
Candice wraps her arms around Chris’s upper body squeezing him tightly.
One day when I tell you that I am the face of Professional Wrestling you’ll smarten yourselves up and understand that it’s true. I am bigger than the business that you all participate in… I am the straw that stirs the drink. It’s hard for me to take anyone telling me I’m full of shit when promotions are putting my face on their magazines, different federations CONSTANTLY hitting me up to take part in their biggest events against their marquee players. I’m the guy that you call when your roster can’t cut it.
Sound familiar?
CHRIS PAGE: I love you.
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: I love you too.
Candice pulls away as she leans on the edge of the desk and starts flipping through the magazine until she reaches the article and spread it to the two of them.
CHRIS PAGE: I couldn’t land the cover without my smoking hot wife by my side.
Chris takes the final toke off the joint before tossing the roach on the desk.
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: You are so thoughtful.
CHRIS PAGE: Only with the ones I care about.
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Jesus these guys are fucked four ways from Sunday and don’t even know it. We’ve buried Crush, we’ve swatted Jerry like he’s yesterday's news. Let’s move on to the newly “crowned” International Champion, Liam Cane. Let’s get the obvious out of the way off the rip. How the fuck can you call yourself the second-best in this federation when you didn’t get it done on your merit? It’s funny when “champions” are handed their reigns versus earning them. Let’s take that out of the equation and pretend for a moment that you did do this one on your own and that you are some sort of threat. Once I sat through some of your promos and watched some of your matches the only thing I can do is shrug my goddamn shoulders because you make Jonny look like he’s entertaining.
You’re the only dude on the other side of the ring from me that I have yet to defeat in some form or fashion… but we’re going change that at Worlds Collide.
Hello fruitcake, my name is Chris Page. I’m the guy that’s going to be winning this entire fucking thing while adding your name to my long list of those that are beneath me. I know, I know, cocky fucker are the words you’re probably using to describe me right about now… You would be incorrect. There is a fine line between being cocky and being what I am, confident. There’s not been a single person on this roster push me to give more than a quarter of what I am capable of doing inside that squared circle, so what makes you think you’re going to somehow be any different? The simple answer is you’re not.
When I watch you in that ring I see a guy that’s lost.
Russell outclassed you, he outwrestled you, he had you in the palm of his hand while you were powerless to stop him. If you couldn’t mop the floor with a guy that I had no problems with to take the Tag Titles then you might as well sit your happy ass at home. Your words aren’t enough to cut paper let alone my skin, and it’s going to bring me nothing but great pleasure at knocking off yet another champion within this federation. You aren’t anything more than a mere pawn within a much bigger game; all of you are if I am being one hundred percent honest with you. This isn’t put together for you or anyone on that embarrassment of a team. It’s custom-made for me to once again make the rest of you my bitches.
Sure, you’re good.
I am great.
HUGE difference.
I’ll be more than happy to show you better than I can tell you the moment you enter War Games. You’ll know me, I’ll be the guy that’s owning the goddamn match in progress.
If it couldn’t get any worse it’s going to take us to the final person on this shit-show of a team.
Tyler Debonair.
Of everyone on this team, you are the one that has the most to fight for. I can only imagine how you feel knowing that I am responsible for opening the eyes of your father to the reality that you haven’t done a damn thing but hold him back. You’re bitching and complaining is what was the final nail within your coffin. All I had to do was point it out. You should have seen the writing on the wall four weeks ago when Fred agreed with me in the center of the ring. The one person you should be pointing the blame at… is you.
Take a look back at how YOU handled the K.K.N.D. finish.
Now take a look at what Fred did.
Actions speak louder than words, and I can respect a man that can make the tough decision when put in a rough spot. Unfortunately for you, every great plan has a patsy. Tyler, you were that patsy. Sucks, but when you are young and naive shit happens. The question now becomes… what are you going to do about it? This is the opportunity that you have been waiting for. Do yourself a favor… don’t squander it.
Too late.
I know you’ll have eyes for me, let’s face it… who doesn’t.
But what about the ones that you need for the back of your head? You are working with the very ankle-biter that you broke out into a street fight with just a short time ago. Do you think that the two of you will be able to coexist? My gut tells me that eventually, those elements are going to combust. Jenny hasn’t put any of you in a good spot when Mr. Dork is on the team. Not only are there issues with you he’s got issues with Crush as well. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not counting on it by any means because I’ve taken your best shots, and yet here I stand with the gold you were feverishly trying to chase… with your pops as my partner.
Bring me your worst, I’ll persevere.
Mass chaos has been right up my alley as of late and yet here I stand begging for more. You are all about to find out why I am Mr. Pay-Per-View, why I am the GOAT, and why I am the face of professional wrestling. I ain’t coming to Wembley Stadium to do anything more than what I’ve given my word to Osh; restoring order in his name so that I may get what belongs to me. I understand that I’m not on a lot of Christmas card lists here within the IIW… I don’t need to be. I’m here to make money. I know that I’ve got the biggest bulls-eye on my back. It happens when you carry not only the name-value but the expectations that come along with it.
Every one of you is standing in my way.
None of you can be first… all of you can be next! I’m not here to be a team player, I’m here to do what I do best. Win. In closing I do hope that all of you bring the very best you can to the table… a stronger buy-rate brings a bigger bonus my way, and the only way that happens is if ONE of you on the other side of that ring brings some fire and invests the interest outside of the massive market my name appeals too.
I want you to remember this if you don’t remember anything else.
Losing to Chris Page doesn’t mean that you suck… it just means you’re everyone else.
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Post by "Casino Kid" Justin York on Jun 4, 2022 2:41:11 GMT
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Post by Liam Cain on Jun 6, 2022 20:20:41 GMT
Bob: Gather 'round children as we tell a tale that began long ago!
He stands in the infamous IIW Arena. Home to many of the biggest events in the federations past and, until recently, home to nearly every event IIW has held since it reopened last year.
Bob: Now we could go way, way back, but let's summarize before things turn into a Jason Fenix promo and we bore everyone to death. It starts back in the early 2000s when a group comes together and find some great success within this business. Now if you live under a rock and didn't already know, that group was collectively known as the fWo, and was spearheaded by my business partner Jenny Fletcher. Thundercunt for Chris Page, who only knows four insults.
He paces around the bare patch of concrete that, until recently, housed the IIW ring on a permanent basis.
Bob: Now this group had such a level of success that it branched off it's own promotion, and here we are today: IIW. But, before we get to today a few other things happened. There became bad blood between Jenny and one particular drunk, gambling degenerate of the group, one Osh Vaughan. He was jealous of her success, and unable to experience any of his own, he had to stick to what he knew, backstabbing, and stole hers away.
But the group was so hot for a time that success went on. A few years passed and IIW established itself as a mecha for professional wrestling. Osh Vaughan was in charge though, so eventually he used up all that success on drugs and hookers and shitty overpriced cars. Then one day he closed up shop. No word of warning, no notice. Talent and fans came to this very building one day and found signs all over it saying just two simple words: Shows cancelled.
And nothing. For years. Then out of the blue people started getting calls. It's coming back. And so it did. IIW was back and bigger and better than ever and it was going to be the greatest thing and what a run, but oh wait Osh was still in charge so even though big contracts were signed, TV deals, merchandise, Pay Per View, syndication, video games, the talent was there... You name it, the money ended up in the G-string of a redheaded stripper three blocks away.
He shrugs, then smirks.
Bob: And instead of telling people what happened, it just disappeared again.
He stuffs his hands into the pristine white pockets of his pristine white suit.
Bob: And again. It was like a broken record.
Then 2017. One more time. This is where I personally enter this tale. This is my first go around in IIW, and what did I do? Well I took someone who had been here since the beginning but had fewer wins than Adam the Monster and I made him one of the most dominant champions this company had ever seen. I built that man up until he had earned himself a shot at the World Championship and then... Well there was no and then, and then there was just Osh Vaughan doing Osh Vaughan stuff.
But the world went on. Hell I liked the location so much I kept offices right here in this building. Five years of nothing but a guy stuck in a closet living off the drippings from a leaky ceiling, a janitor that refuses to do the one thing he's paid to do, and me. I guess to be fair, Charlie never actually collected a single paycheck until August of that year.
And for the entirety of the Osh's team at World's Collide that's nothing more than a story to bore the lot of you, and that's about what I expect because the lessons of such a tale are going to go right over the dunce-caps the lot of you should be forced to wear to the ring for associating with low-life such as Osh Vaughan.
The fact that ANY of you think you actually MATTER is comedy gold! The fact that Osh Vaughan found four more self-absorbed idiots who think they at all matter and their so smart yet, not smart enough to look at history at all is... Well it should just be classified as an inside joke between Jenny, Osh and myself.
See you morons think this has anything to do with you and is in any way about anything other than the petty jealousy of one man. Osh Vaughan's ego is what this match is about and that's it.
He starts pacing back and forth.
Bob: Last year Osh had this hair brained scheme to start it all again in the same way he does every few years. At first I was personally hurt. He didn't ask me back, ouch. Whatever though, I still had my office here and I had other things on the go. Bygones were bygones. Then instead of popping his head in one day and saying “hey can I get them title belts back” or “what if you came back in and we can get those titles going again”, he just had some goons break in, trash my office and steal the IIW International and Tag Team Championships back.
That's how all this started. Osh wanted to start a war rather than ask a simple question. With that, he kicked off a shit storm for himself that he wasn't ready for. See, I came back with my boys and we went after what was ours. It took a while, but you look right over there and you'll see that we've started that healing process with the championship that's currently around the waist of the leader of our team, Liam Cain.
Now we'll get back to that, but since we're playing history class here we'll get to the moment itself when Netflix saw the cash cow that is IIW and decided they wanted that whole pie, so they propped me up against Osh, and wouldn't you know who took the pony?
The best Osh could do, the best Osh had, the best Osh could promise and they came up short. I was in charge. Now I'd be lying if I said this past year wasn't without it's challenges, but one thing is clear: This company is STILL here today because I was in charge. If anyone of you out there thinks any different then you're kidding yourself and I don't have to stand around here blowing a lot of hot air to prove it, because history proved it for me.
I fought against Osh trying to backstab his way back, against Netflix trying to steal the company, then robbing the place blind, not being able to pay talents, trying to book other venues in a pandemic, getting forced back here time and time again due to a pandemic, delusions of grandeur from a cavalcade or idiots who were given the simple task of running a second show to infiltration by moles for Osh, grandfathered in talents who weren't worth the paper their contracts were written on, to actual break and enters by Osh himself... But I found a way, I survived it all, and this show is still going on.
You do yourself some actual research... Every single one of you on Osh Vaughan's team and then ask yourself if you're doing the right thing.
Let's start with you, John Cavanagh... You know you're not doing the right thing, but given your position, I see why you're doing it. After all, things haven't gone your way here have they? You must have felt like the biggest man on campus when Osh bent over backwards to buy that little backwater Canadian promotion and you thought you were coming into the big time to be some conquering hero. One Man Dynasty you called yourself. Well that was bullshit from the beginning. You couldn't even walk through the doors without your little mid-life crisis posse in tow. You found your old rivals' kid was here and you thought this land was ripe for the taking. Sure, you beat Tyler and took his title... But no, you didn't really beat him did you? You robbed the poor kid. You stole what he had worked hard for and you laughed about it, and where did that get you? You thought you were the big bad bully of professional wrestling until you stepped up against a real champion. You thought you were going to be the man and unify the International, First Class and IIW World Championships until I put you in the match you were signed to have and you faced the World Champion and he embarrassed you. He embarrassed you so badly you went right back to the Debonaires, your little comfort zone and you stayed there until you were forced out again by Russell Wayne and he again exposed you for the disappointment you are. Osh Vaughan had such high hopes that you were going to be it: you were going to be his golden boy and shield him and lead his IIW in this new era but with him gone and me in charge you've only been exposed as the big fat disappointment you ever were. Now he's come to you, a last hope that you could salvage any worth out of what was paid for you, the great white bust.
He shrugs.
Bob: Then comes Sean Raines. Kid, you're an idiot. You're an idiot because you believe Osh based on nothing but the reputation he's built himself in the media. What's he ever done for anyone? What's ever been earned by listening to Osh Vaughan? It's empty promises and empty threats, usually chased by the emptying of liquor bottles. Osh has turned on everyone he ever promised to help and lied to everyone that's ever heard his voice. You're pretty new so maybe you can be forgiven for thinking this guy with the name and fame of Osh Vaughan would ever make good on anything he ever promised anyone, but you have no idea what situation you've gotten yourself into and you have no idea what it's going to take to get yourself out of it. You've been on Osh's side all of what? Three weeks? And you're already ten pounds of gold lighter. If anyone on your team should be thinking long and hard about who they are and what side their on it's you.
Just take a good look at last year. Take a good look at the team Osh put into War Games. What happened to each person on that team? How have their careers gone since, and who's really responsible for their downfall. You're making a big mistake stepping into the ring against Crush, Christian, Tyler and Liam at World's Collide, but you're young and I just want you to know that just like Russell and Jonny last year, we can work past this. It doesn't have to be the end, but if you're not smart and you listen to Osh and you listen to the other men on your team it very well could be the end of your road.
And that brings us around to Chris Page. The hired gun. That's all you really amount to Page. I know you need to build yourself up like you matter, but there's a reason you had to get your foot in the door through an open challenge and a reason why you needed Osh Vaughan to get you a spot on his team at World's Collide. It's the very same reason you needed to make a deal with Osh to have a World Championship match should you win. It's because in your mind and in your head you know you're not worthy. You know, just the same as everyone else that sees you back stage, in our rings, at our arena. You don't belong here. It's not because you're from somewhere else, Chris, it's because everyone including yourself knows you don't deserve to be here, you can't earn it on your own.
Just look at the way you came in. You had to answer an open challenge on Twitter of all things for the Tag Team titles. Not the World Title, or the International or even the TV title, but the Tag Team Championships of all things. You had to come after the lowest of our titles and you needed a tag team partner to help you get them AND when he got hurt you need a father to stab his own son in the back to keep them.
And we both know you didn't orchestrate that move. You're great at taking credit, but pally-boy you suck at masterminding. This was another one of Osh's big schemes, and if you were a clever boy you'd be looking over your shoulder. You already know what he promised you to win the match, but what did he promise everyone else? What did he promise Reigns? What did he promise Cav? Cav already had one shot at the big gold, you think he'll settle for anything less? Cav and Fred Debonaire are on the same team, what aligning of fates do you think it took to pull those stings that far? How do you think you fit into those plans? If he promised you all World title shots who do you think goes first? You? Why? You don't even technically work here. You think you're so clever but you're too stupid to see you're being out thought by everyone else in the room. You're so full of your own bullshit you don't even see the truth right in front of you. You talk all about having the internet and doing your research but you couldn't even Google search Osh Vaughan or you would have seen nothing but link after link after link of lying and backstabbing and broken promises. You're the biggest idiot in the match because you think you're so smart.
Liam Cain, the blue jean wearing International Champion cuts him off.
Liam: There's a perfectly good fuckin' reason, Chris Page, why I'm the only one on my team you've never beat and everyone knows it's because yer a fuckin' coward. See I can see right through people like you like ya were cling wrap, page, cause yer fuckin' phony and tha only yer foolin' about it is yerself. Ya talk and talk and talk and I think personally ya got all them words just to hide the fact that ya aint got nothin' tha say. You wanna talk down about me bein' International Champion what with tha way you got yer belt. Twice. Ya fuckin' idiot. At least come at me with somethin' with some weight to it. Yer walkin' round with the Tag Team titles like they ever changed hands fair and square going WAY back over a year now. Then you complain about the way it got done how I took this title just the same way the very guy I took it from made sure the real Tag Champs never lost their titles. But that's OK by me, Chris Page you go throwin' you stones and see if you get crocodile tears when your glass house comes down on top of you.
See it took someone dirtier than you to keep that belt around yer waist Chris, but come World's Collide you don't have to take my word for it cause bad blood is a whole lot thicker than paper champions. When you step into that ring as much as I'd love to stretch yer pencil neck the way you keep beggin' for it, I might not even get my hands on you with how much Tyler is gonna want ta tear you apart.
He smiles.
Liam: It's a might bit mean but I do love to see idiots get their just deserts. That's just what yer gonna get, too. You do all that talk week in and week out about how great yer supposed to be, but then when time comes you ever do anything yerself? Not in this company. It's funny ta me ya know... Ya talk a lot about how ya want the World Title and how after World's Collide yer gonna get it. Never mind that there's no way yer team's gonna win. Just take a look at what yer doin' talkin' out both sides of yer mouth saying the champion's scared of ya when that fucker will wrestle anyone but yer so full of shit even yer beneath him. Like just put it out there and wait a week or two and he'll get to ya. No need to make shit up about how you beat him just cause you were both in some match that you allegedly won cause he didn't in some place that no one ever heard of and you probably made up. That's some low level Elementary school playground level bullshit when you want us to think that whatever shit you make up somehow means magically more than Crush's does just cause he won a title somewhere that's better than any title than you got but somehow it don't matter cause you beat him allegedly in some place that, again, no one else knows about.
He stops to take a breath.
Liam: Or was that York that ya made up a win over? Doesn't matter, it's all the same bullshit that you been pullin' since ya got here. Ya talk and talk and talk about just how great ya are until we're all sick of hearin' about it so we agree just ta shut ya the fuck up and then yer shocked we don't take every word you said as serious as ya think we should and ya haven't got the sense ta know it's cause we smelled the bullshit all over ya the second ya walked it, heard the bullshit the minute ya opened yer mouth and started talking shit about stuff ya obviously had no idea of, and saw the bullshit the minute ya stepped in the ring and had ta have someone else do tha work for ya.
Now you can come out here and say how much nonsense that is comin' from me, but everyone else who didn't just get here yesterday knows what's really goin' on. I kick tha shit outta Russell Wayne from pillar to post till he broke my nose with a cheapshot and tried to run away just like he's been runnin' for weeks. Seems like a play outta yer book but we're lockin' ya inside a War Games cell so ya can't run away.
But the biggest fuckin' fuck you moment from that long drawn out borefest ya call a promo, aside from talkin' a great deal about stuff no one gives a shit about, aside from for some reason claimin' ta be married to yer dog, aside from the “el oh el” moment that you think those paid lackeys are your friends and not yer employees, is the fact that ya never once bothered to ask a single fucking question about what ya signed up for.
See ya think yer good enough to skip the line for a World Title shot when ya just could have gone out and proved ya deserved it by earning one, but that's somethin' yer neither capable of or capable of thinkin' of... But tha real travesty to yerself is thinkin' that yer gonna have any bearin' other than maintainin' tha status quo in IIW. That's the funniest thing about ya, Chris Page. Yer a second stringer. Ya weren't good enough ta earn a contract so ya had to weasel yer way in from the side, then ta top it all off ya rode someone else's back until ya broke it and don't get yet the bottom of tha barrel.
Yer here cause everyone else bailed. Osh's first round draft pick team shit tha bed last year. Those were his boys, those were his pick. While you still existed and were doin' yer business elsewhere no one looked at ya cause he already had better than you. And the fucking BETTER let him down. Then he had to go to choice number two. That's fucking embarrassing cause while his boys Fenix and Cavanagh are on tha team, yer a replacement for a replacement. I know ya got blinders on ta anything that isn't Chris Page, but Chris Page was supposed ta be Rixton Ruin. Only problem is that boy either got himself into hot water again or he just had a rational thought for a hot minute and said “Osh Vaughan, what the fuck, I'm out”, like any rational person would do.
As high and mighty as the one and only Chris Page wants to think of himself, I'm the captain of the reigning defending team and yer the emergency back up fer the team that's about ta get swept. Congrats Chris Page ya fought fer how many years and had such a glorious career around tha world to become tha guy who Jonny C will refer ta in the future as tha answer to tha trivia question “Who cost Osh Vaughn his career and company in 2022?”
He smirks and runs a hand over the face of the International Championship.
Liam: And that just leaves it captain to captain, Jason Fenix. Now you and I had a pretty good scrap last pay per view and a whole lotta people been droolin' over the idea of us doin' it all over again inside War Games. Hell, if we were a little more freed up, we could do it for this little baby right here...
He points towards the International Championship.
Liam: I know it just chaps your ass that this is around my waist and not yers, don't try to act like it don't. I saw the way ya looked at it last Monday. I hear the way ya talked about it. How long's it been since ya had gold around yer waist in IIW anyway? Now I know that twat Chris Page thinks he's the captain of yer team, but you and I can cut the bullshit Jason, cause it's me and you that's gonna decide this thing. It's me and you that's gonna determine tha future of this company. Too bad for you yer on the wrong side. Ya got a long history here Jason and I know, especially with our current World Champion that yer just achin' ta put yer name back up there at tha top, but the reality is yer not the future of this company or this business. I know ya talked all about tha pain and punishment and by-god we're never gonna get a better chance tha this are we? Even I know when I get my arm raised in victory at World's Collide that I might not even be walkin' outta there on my own free will. Chances are I'm gettin' my arm raised while sittin' or maybe even layin' in a pool of my own sweat and blood, but thanks ta you, I'm gettin' pretty used ta that.
At KKND I lit that fire under ya Fenix and quite frankly it's kinda sputtered since we tangled. I'm out here winnin' championships and gettin' in all kinds scraps and it seems like yer over there just going through tha motions. Yer not gettin' soft on me again already are ya? Yer not gettin' all weak like yer little pal who decided cuttin' and runnin' was a better game plan than runnin' inta me in War Games are ya?
That's really what you and tha rest of yer team have ta ask yerself. “Should I just go and save myself some pain, blues and agony?” 'Cause after all, that's all yer gonna get. End of the day yer the best of what left after a team that failed and all tha other guys' that knew facin' us in War Games is a futile effort and doin' anythin' on tha word o' Osh Vaughan is an exercise in stupidity. Outta all them guys yer leadin' ta war, yer the one ta know that. Yer tha one, Jason, that know the kind of ass kickin' I dish out just 'cause. Now we're goin' in War Games with everythin' on the line, and you Jason, yer the only one that knows how we come outta this. Yer the one that has tha actual experience ta know that none o' what Osh promised those boys on yer team is ever gonna come about, and ya know that you don't even give a shit if ya win or lose. Lotta weight on yer shoulder's Jason, knowin' yer leading yer team inta failure.
My team? We'll be alright, we're tha future of this company and this business. We're draped in gold and we're gonna only add more. Osh's team? Yer worn out and ridin' on the fumes. Ya want reputation to tide ya over or holdin' on ta the slim hope that all the promises come true. All I can say is take a good look at what side yer on and think hard before ya step in that cage. Ya wanna be on the winnin' side, right?
See ya, Cowboy.
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Post by "Casino Kid" Justin York on Jun 8, 2022 14:23:14 GMT
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Post by The Celtic Club on Jun 8, 2022 23:53:16 GMT
The scene opened to smoke billowing from a manhole cover, the night sky illuminated by the brilliance of the towering buildings throughout Manhattan. A shadowing figure can be seen through the smoke for a moment, prior to the body piercing the vail created by the smoke. The blonde hair, sticking out vibrantly from the black leather jack and black jeans, gave us our first hint. The broad shoulders and piercing blue eyes gave us the entire picture of John Cavanagh.
Three hundred sixty-five days. That’s about how long its been since Osh Vaughan lost control of the IIW. Right around the same time that Johnnie Cav debuted in this shit hole. What did Johnnie Cav have to think about that first rendition of When Worlds Collide? Honestly, I didn’t give a shit who was in charge of this place. All that mattered to me at the last When Worlds Collide was that Johnnie Cav went into the ring, beat the piss out of Tyler Debonair and left the building as the new IIW International Champion. Now, here we are, a full twelve months later and Osh Vaughan is still in the same situation. Johnnie Cav might not be the reigning International Champion anymore, but, as they say, as much as things change…they stay the same. While Hell’s Kitchen’s Favorite Son is no longer in possession of championship gold, Osh finds himself, still, on the outside looking in. While the entirety of the IIW roster has been pussyfooting around and jockeying for the position to claim themselves as the second best superstar the locker room has to offer…Osh has been looking on from the sidelines like a sad puppy at the pound watching its best friend being adopted by a loving, happy family. Poor Osh, I mean, I barely knew the guy…I had one meeting with him, signed a contract and the next thing I knew he was out of the picture. Didn’t mean anything to this potato eater…just meant some other asshole was signing their name on my paychecks. As long as the checks kept coming, nothing mattered to me.
Johnnie raised his right hand, rubbing his thumb against his index and ring finger symbolizing money. In this business, money was gained by winning championships–that was an option at When Worlds Collide. Money was also gained by winning big time matches–which is exactly what this eight-man tag could be defined as.
Now, we found ourselves in a new situation. A situation in which the person signing the checks actually means something to me. Why, you ask? I think that is pretty clear to anyone with even a tenth of a brain, but, seeing as how I’m speaking to the members of Team Jenny and the moronic populace that tunes into Netflix for Mayhem–I guess I should assume that The One Man Dynasty has a wee bit of explaining to do. See, Osh Vaughan, for all of his faults is a man of vision. The guy knew EXACTLY what he was doing when he had that Zoom call with myself and the rest of The Celtic Club. Osh knew that by signing Johnnie Cav and the rest of The Club he was increasing revenues and viewership with a single stroke of a pen. Osh knew he was bringing the single greatest talent the IIW would ever lay their eyes upon into this promotion and the poor bastard didn’t even get to enjoy more than a few hours of it. Unfortunately for Osh Vaughan his first event with Johnnie Cav was the same event in which he lost his position of authority. Now, a calendar year later, he will be looking at a thrown together team and hope that the four of us will do what’s best for…Osh. Usually, you can bet your last penny that Johnnie Cav ain’t gonna put his neck on the line for someone else, but, in this instance…I think the wisest business decision is to put my body on the line in this matchup and ensure that the true owner of IIW is back at the helm.
Cavanagh shook his head back and forth as he walked slowly towards the camera, traffic moving down the New York City street to John’s right. Fighting for the honor and right of Osh Vaughan to run the IIW? That was something the Irishman never thought he would be doing, alas, here he stood.
But, why? Why in the blue hell would Johnnie Cav lace up his boots and jump into the fire for Osh Vaughan? Business dictates that if I do Osh this favor, ya know, this tiny, miniscule favor of wrestling back his power, then one day…Osh Vaughan is going to owe good old Johnnie Cav. Ask anyone that knew me growing up in Hell’s Kitchen, my father taught me that when someone owes you a favor…you wait for the perfect opportunity to cash in on it. So, Osh, while I do appreciate your offer of being on “Team Osh”, I’m going to rename this bitch Team Cavanagh because without The One Man Dynasty…poor Oshy Boy is still without his company. With that being said, what is the plan for Team Cavanagh? The plan is to enter this match up and take no prisoners. Those who have decided to form the Team Jenny alliance are about to feel the ultimate power that the IIW has to offer. Let me rip a page out of the history books–you all know what happened in the World Wars, right? The aggressors did their thing…both times Germany invaded other countries, both times Germany gave it their all but both times…Germany fell. Why did Germany fall? I mean, other than the whole two fronts of war dividing their forces…it was due to the Yanks finally going “over there”. So, just as the Americans came to the rescue of the Allied Powers not once but TWICE…Johnnie Cav will be the man to come to the rescue, the fresh force that this team needs to put them over the top. I know I’ve been out of the picture for some time. This may lead some of you to believe that Johnnie Cav might be a little rusty, hell, maybe he’s on the wrong side of the hill and on his decline…neither could be further from the truth.
Hell’s Kitchen’s Favorite Son reached into his leather jacket, pulling out a silver flask. The former International Champion opened the flask and took a swig.
While I’ve been away from the IIW I have been doing everything I would normally do…and then some. Johnnie has been hitting the gym on the daily with Andy Boy and putting in more work than he normally would. Why? Because I knew that at some point, I would be stepping back in between those ropes and when that time came…it would be on me to take care of business. Well, I think Big Poppa Puff and that other moron found out the hard way that I haven’t lost the slightest bit of a step. Johnnie Cav returned to the ring in a triple threat and walked away from that bitch with his hand raised high. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t anything special, it was light weight…but I still got the job done. Some would have begged and pleaded for a one on one match with some local enhancement talent to shake the cobwebs off…some would have sat back and let the other two morons pummel one another…not Johnnie Boy. See, the way I was raised is that men take care of their own shit. And that is exactly what happened when Johnnie Cav made his triumphant return to Monday Night Mayhem. Shit like that is the reason why Osh Vaughan knew that I was the cherry on top of the proverbial sundae, I was what Team Osh was missing to be complete.
Johnnie began to laugh. Cavanagh had no feelings one way or the other towards Osh and the hierarchy of the IIW. Didn’t matter to him who was in charge, he wasn’t planning on winning anyone’s hearts–he was just planning on playing his cards right until the IIW World Championship fit snugly around his waist.
As a matter of fact, since I am that last piece to the puzzle–it will be all the more sweeter when I am the one to score the victory. When that bell rings and Johnnie Cav is the son of a bitch who scored the pinfall to regain the control of the company for that prick, well, let’s just say that's when Mr. Vaughan is going to have some serious checks to write. Osh, if you’re listening…which I’m sure you are…those checks you will have to cash once you regain control, they won’t be monetary in nature, oh no. The check you’ll be writing for John Cavanagh is an opportunity to dethrone pesky little Jonny C and put some respect on the IIW World Championship for the first time in…well…forever! So, now that Osh knows the price he will be paying after I, personally, ensure our team’s victory, maybe it's time I actually acknowledge my “teammates” and the members of the losing team. Let me begin with my comrades in this quest…Chris Page, Fenix and Sean Raines. While I have no particular reason to speak down to my partners in arms, I do need to warn all three of the same thing…stay out of my way! See, you three boys may not be fully aware of who I am or what I happen to be capable of but it won’t be long before the boys receive the knowledge of men. In just under a week Chris, Fenix and Sean will have the glorious opportunity to team with the greatest professional wrestler to ever grace this god damned sport. And ya know why that’s something the three of you should nourish and cherish? Because in the end, moments like these, that will help to cement your legacy…moments like these that will help you mutts live on in infamy. Creating memorable moments with the best to ever do it, dominating the opposing team all while creating a moment that will forever live on in IIW folklore…that is what creating a legacy is all about. This is the kind of shit that The One Man Dynasty was born to do! Maybe the three of you haven’t realized it yet but you’ve got a ring general on your side, hopefully the three of you come to this conclusion pretty rapidly…I don’t feel like us taking the L because one of the pups in my kennel couldn’t follow the big dog.
Hell’s Kitchen’s Favorite Son took a page out of DMX’s book and began to growl into the camera, he stopped and produced a chuckle that was barely audible before returning to his speech.
I only say this because it already seems as if our quartet is composed of four different men trying to vie for the same position–Jonny C and the IIW World Championship. Chris Page may think his shit don’t stink, he may think that he is the principal player on this squad but the fact of the matter remains that there is only enough room for one alpha male in a pack of dogs and this alpha ain’t gonna be the one to let you have the cock of the walk. With that being said, it seems pretty clear to me that if Team Osh takes the L it will be because the other three members of my squad couldn’t find the ability to fall in line. While “Chronic” Chris Page may be viewed as money by himself and other dimwits around these parts, and Sean Raines he may be a world class brawler who takes no shit from anyone, and Fenix, from what I’ve heard he’s just a big old Richard…so…with that said, make sure you follow the leader, dick.
Cavanagh laughed, his chest moving up and down. Was it really his team that he had to worry about? Was “Team Osh” even a true team? Those were the questions racing through the Irishman’s mind. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the answer but he had a pretty good hypothesis: this wasn’t a team, this was an amalgamate of different talents tossed together by Osh Vaughan in a last ditch effort to FINALLY win back his company.
Enough about Osh’s selections for my partners in crime…I think that those three will slowly fall in line, if they know what’s best for them and what’s best for the team. As for the opponents, those four poor, unfortunate souls that will be on the opposing side of the ring…listen, and listen closely. While the four of you might believe that you are the superior team, or that you’re fighting for the righteousness of those who control the company…I can assure you that whatever feelings you have regarding this matchup matter little to myself and the rest of Team Osh. Justin York, Liam Cain, Crush and one who I’m quite a bit familiar with…little old Tyler Debonair. Quite the motley crew as the expression goes. Let’s start with the one opponent I have quite a bit of background history with…Tyler. The Debonair Clan and the Cavanagh Clan…two intertwined families that seem to have no way of ever separating.
John rolled his eyes. He had grown tired of the constant presence of this family in his life. John and Fred had some amazing battles in the distant past, Fearless Championship Wrestling, and in the not so distant past here in the IIW. The question was–did it have to keep occurring?
What do I mean by that? It means that if I’m not beating the ever loving piss out of your father, Fred, then I need to go ahead and beat the piss out of the son, Tyler. Tyler was actually the first man to fall to the The One Man Dynasty in an IIW ring. I came into this promotion in order to teach a lesson to the younger generation of the Debonair Clan because I didn’t wanna see this poor bum turn out just like his father. A pathetic, sack of shit who thinks his shit doesn’t smell and makes every excuse in the world for why Johnnie Cav takes the W every single time we squared up. I told the world that I was done with Freddy Boy after the last time he failed to defeat me. Guess the Universe is trying to tell me that we are conjoined at the hip like Siamese twins. Doesn’t matter how many times I beat one of these guys, doesn’t matter how bloody I leave them…this family just keeps coming back for more ass whoopings. I would compliment them but I don’t consider this courageous. I consider this pure stupidity. Over and over again, the Debonairs attempt to defeat a Cavanagh and each time…they come up short. Tyler, maybe you’ve grown since this time last year, maybe you’re a better competitor, maybe you’re a bit more enlightened when it comes to what works and what doesn’t work inside of these ropes. Maybe you’re not as pompous, possibly a little more intelligent than you were last year, hell, maybe you’re even a little thankful you got to run across Uncle John again. See, you and I both know that your father just wasn’t cut out for the job of raising a man. Why? Because your father has ALWAYS lived in the shadows of men who happened to be better than himself. Just ask Papa Debonair about all of his battles with me–almost without exception they all ended the same way…Johnnie Cav hoisting a championship high above his head and Fred, back on the mat, defeated. It’s unfortunate that a second generation of the same exact family has, and more than probably will continue, to fall victim to the same bastard as the last. If only the son would have learned from the stupidity of the father. See, Tyler, I was doing my best to teach you a lesson before it was too late. I did my best to show you a little tough love, which we all know you needed after being coddled by your father for the entirety of your existence on this rock. I did my best, as a loving and caring uncle, to teach you the ropes the best I could. Maybe I didn’t show you enough affection, maybe you thought I was just being an asshole, but when I put you on the shelf it was for your own GOD DAMNED GOOD!!! That time you spent in the hospital…it was meant to be a time of reflection, a time for little Tyler to start piecing the puzzle together to figure out what a real man, a real competitor is expected to accomplish. Not just winning a championship but completely dominating anyone that is put in front of you. I did it to you Tyler, I did it to your father, I did it to many others here in the IIW and I will continue to do exactly what a true competitor is expected to do…win via domination. So, this Sunday night at When Worlds Collide, for the second year in a row…Johnnie Cav will be teaching Tyler Debonair another lesson in the sport of professional wrestling.
John walked over a steel grate, the subway could be heard roaring at his feet as a young couple walked passed him–the neighborhood veteran smiled politely continuing on his way.
Moving on to the other three morons on the opposing side of this war. Let’s discuss “The Casino Kid” Justin York a bit. A man from a country that is stuck between being American and being British. A man with an ego larger than the city of Gotham itself. Its always fun when I run across some new, shiny toy who thinks he’s hot shit when he hasn’t prove a god damned thing to anybody. I’m happy you got your feet wet down in Tennessee, I was ALMOST impressed that you retired their Television Championship, but, then I remembered…who the hell hasn’t retired a championship in some piss ant promotion that no one else in the IIW has ever heard of? You weren’t around last year, so, maybe I should drop some knowledge for you, little pup. A year ago Johnnie Cav came in here with the First Class Pro Wrestling Canadian Championship strapped around his waist. No one gave a flaming shit about that piece of gold around my waist, no one gave a damn about FCPW except MAYBE Jonny C and that’s only because he couldn’t get the job done up north. As for what happened to that championship? The championship that represented your entire country?! The Canadian Champion proved his superiority over the IIW International Champion and merged the two belts together. So, forgive me if I brush off your rather meaningless accomplishment. You may think that what you’ve done in the past means something, and I’m pretty damn certain you think it means you’re entitled to something but let’s make this perfectly clear from the get go…you are NOTHING! Justin York is just a brash, egotistical prick who believes in himself more than his skill level and accomplishments permit. Maybe I’ve gotten ahead of myself, maybe this little punk actually knows his worth…yeah, OK, I must have just smoked a little crack to think that for even a split second. Justin York is just the new Tyler Debonair. Justin York is just a guy who thinks he is better than he is, a man that needs to be taught a lesson by a true professional wrestler how this sport works. Maybe I need to pull The Casino Kid out of the ring, beat his sorry ass from one corner of the arena to the other corner, maybe I need to pummel him so mercilessly that his little side piece has fear of his swollen face. Maybe I need to take this little gambler and show him that his luck has run out at the feet of the luckiest mick walking God’s green Earth! Justin, I don’t really feel like wasting much more breath discussing your pathetic ass today but I will leave you with one last thought. Your name says it all, Kid, that’s all you are…a spoiled, rotten child, a brat that doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as a battle hardened veteran like myself. So, just like Tyler Boy, permit me to teach you a few new things about this sport that we call professional wrestling–I hope you take notes and learn unlike Tyler’s dumb ass.
Cavanagh reached down into his front pocket, producing a small silver box. He opened the box, taking out a joint. The final piece to Team Osh’s puzzle lit the devil’s lettuce before taking a hit, he stood there for a few moments after inhaling before begin to speak as smoke slowly poured from his mouth.
And then there was the third shithead on Team Jenny, the self-proclaimed “King of Extreme” Crush. Another man who enters the IIW and seems to have thought that his past accomplishments with a bunch of people no one has ever heard of or gave a shit about means something to us. Maybe your “seventeen World Championships” carry weight elsewhere…maybe you’re a well known professional wrestler in other parts of the world, but…I’ve never heard of you. That tells me one thing: those World Championships, all of that past experience, some ancient company called the CHCW–mean absolutely nothing! Without sounding redundant I will do the world a favor and keep this portion of my speech a bit shorter–everything I said regarding Justin York’s career…ditto for you, Crush. The man who says “family” means something, yet, where is your family? My brother is under contract here in IIW, just licking his wounds while he gets ready to compete again. See, I take care of my family because that’s how Hell’s Kitchen raised me. You, you just pretend that you’re King Shit, you pretend that your family is the main priority, you claim to be dominant at this sport but in the end you’re just another victim to add to the long list of those who have come before you. Those who have attempted their best to muster up a defense against good old Johnnie Cav just to watch their dreams burst into a ball of flames and come crashing down to earth like TWA Flight 800. While you sit around with your half-assed aliases with little to no meaning and your name stolen from a failed 1990s WWF star–I pride myself on authenticity. A man that came from the streets of the West Side of Manhattan, a man that survived the inferno that is the concrete jungle and came out shining brighter than the god damned Hope Diamond on the other side! You may have not seen me before my slight departure, maybe you did–I was too busy conquering the industry to pay any attention to a pion like you–but all it should take you is a quick Google search to know that your days are numbered when you step into the ring with The One Man Dynasty. Go login to your Netflix account, go watch some past performances of Johnnie Cav–then be honest with yourself, is this REALLY the guy that such a powerful man as “Crush” wants to gamble his crown of “King of Extreme” against? I think not.
Johnnie took a few more steps forward as he took another hit from his newly lit joint. He peered to his side momentarily before bringing his eyes back to the camera. He took another puff and proceeded.
With all that has already been said…need I continue? Of course, there is one last unfortunate soul who will be sharing that squared circle with me at When Worlds Collide, and that soul is the current, reigning IIW International Champion himself, Liam Cain. The backwater “good old” boy from Dixie. A North Carolinian, tell me Liam, how does it feel to live in New York Part Deux? How does it feel to see your state, your way of life, encroached on by us Yankees from the north? I’m sure it isn’t your biggest concern at the moment, but it must be strange watching the demographics and politics of your state change in your lifetime–and not due to the progress made by the original inhabitants of the state. All is well, all is great, especially while you’re walking around with a prestigious championship strapped around your waist. A championship that was MADE because I held it. When I was the International Champion no one could touch me, hell, I almost became International and World Champion against a guy named Jake E. Dangerously but after I kicked his ass all around the ring he was able to take the win off of a trip and his finishing move. Shit, that’s the past, old history…why bring it back up when there are so many beautiful things to look forward to in the future? A War Games match, all eight of us locked in together, just waiting to pummel the ever loving shit out of one another. I’ve already covered in pretty vivid detail the horrors awaiting Crush, Tyler and Justin…the same could be said for you, Liam. The only difference? You seem a bit more of a challenge then the other three. Take that with a grain of salt–not too difficult to be the best of a quartet that includes two spoiled brats and a man who has most definitely committed gimmick infringement. Now, Liam, with all due respect…and yes, I am showing you a pinch of respect as you have been able to achieve a status that I also achieved in this promotion…it is time for the North to put the South down once more. Just as the Union did to the Confederacy, another opportunity for Billy Yank to squash the hopes and desires of Johnny Red! Sorry if any of those comparisons went over the head of our limey counterparts, go educate yourselves on the history of a country that happens to be the ONLY reason yours is still relevant. Liam, I have this weird feeling that you and I are going to lock up and that's when that crowd is going to pop Road Warrior style. Seeing Johnnie Cav, the former International and future World Champion, lock horns with the current reigning International Champion? Shit, the thought of something like that is upping pay-per-view buy rates as I speak. It’s almost like the powers that be wanted to make sure the entire world got a little taste of an epic battle that is to take place in the future. It’s almost like a little cock tease was planned for the fans…and I can’t blame them for doing it. As a matter of fact, I commend them for making sure Johnnie Cav was on one team and Liam Cain on the opposing side. Why? Because if they put the two of us together I would feel one hundred percent safe in saying they could have given us Anthony Phoenix and a bag of potatoes as our partners and we would have gotten the job done. Instead, you and I will be trying to mangle one another, turn the other’s face crimson, make the other scream in pain while tapping out to end the whole goddamn thing. And ya know what? I wouldn’t want it any other way!
Cavanagh looked up to the sky, the camera now exposing the banner above his head to read The Blarney Stone. Headquarters just like his father before him. John turned to the camera once more…
So, let's just sum the entirety of my discourse up in a few sentences. When it comes to Johnnie Cav and the world of professional wrestling, it's quite simple, there is no competition. None of you four can ever be me, and I would never want to be one of you four pathetic assholes. Until next time, children, be smart…learn some lessons…or else I’m going to have to teach them to you, the hard way.
The One Man Dynasty turned to his left, pushed over the door to The Blarney Stone as the scene cut to static.
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Post by Tyler Debonair on Jun 9, 2022 15:42:46 GMT
The last signs of the man he called his father, disappears behind the curtain side by side with him, Chris Page. Tyler can feel his back and side being pressed by somebody and as he’s slowly rolled onto a patient transfer board and then onto a gurney outside the ring by EMT’s, he hears the crowd chanting his name. Jenny Fletcher and some of the other backstage staff are attempting to talk to him, but the only words out of his mouth are “why?” And “what the fuck?” And soon after, the sweet, sweet darkness of sleep (or in Tyler’s case, passing out) takes ahold and the entire arena blacks out…
Tyler opens his eyes after what seems to be about an hour, but looking at the clock on the wall opposite him, realising it’s around 7:30am he realises it’s in fact been about nine hours. He blinks a couple of times as he sees a nurse checking his notes at the foot of the bed, turning his head he spots Mercedes sat there.
Tyler: ”Aahhh! Oh no, wait I released you from Resnick didn’t I?”
MJ: ”Ha-ha! Yeah the guy’s still got his sense of humor, this is awesome!”
Tyler smiles at his sister and tries to adjust himself but just can’t without hurting himself, Mercedes jumps up to help the nurse get him straight. They watch as the nurse leaves, then Tyler turns to his sister…
Tyler: ”So, did we win? I remember Page throwing something that blinded me and -“
MJ: ”Tyler…”
Tyler: ”That wasn’t a nightmare, was it?”
MJ: ”I’m afraid not little bro… But I’ll find out what the hell has happened to that man, just suddenly attacking you?! He must be on drugs or something!”
Tyler feels the knot in the back of his head and grimaces as the door to the room opens and a Doctor steps inside. He smiles and holds out his hand to Tyler, who shakes it and smiles back politely. The Doc speaks with a heavy Irish accent.
Doctor: ”Good morning, Tyler. I’m Doctor Kelly, I’ve been looking after you since you were brought in last night.”
Tyler: ”Morning Doc, so what’s the verdict?”
Doctor Kelly: ”Well, how do you feel in yourself, Tyler?”
Tyler: ”I’m not sure to be honest with you… Ego took a battering, my trust chip an even worse bash. But physically I do feel fine other than some bruising and a knock to my head…”
Doctor Kelly: ”Well emotions aside, that’s all that’s wrong. You had a concussion when you came in, but aside from the bump and some bruising on your ribs and other areas, Tyler, you’re good and I’m happy to discharge you.
Tyler shuffles himself up to the side of the bed and swings his legs around so he’s able to get off the bed.
Tyler: ”That’s great Doc, because I’ve got things I need to settle.”
Doctor Kelly: ”Well hold your horses there a second, Tyler. I said I could discharge you, but you’ve still got to take it easy.”
Tyler: ”Of course, Doctor Kelly.”
Doctor Kelly: ”Great, now… I am going to make sure you’re good to go. You won’t need any medication bar painkillers, I’ll be back shortly.”
Tyler watches as the Doctor leaves, slides off the bed and Mercedes chuckles as she turns around noticing Tyler is in his boxers, grabbing his jeans.
Tyler: ”Take it easy my ass, I’ve got a lot of shit to get off my chest and… Mercy I really don’t know where to start here?!”
MJ: ”Of course you don’t, you’ve had so much piles on you in one night… But you need to make sure you rest up before Worlds Collide, Ty… You’ve been booked.”
Tyler: ”Wait, what? You didn’t lead with this?”
MJ: ”Well I figured there were more important things on your mind at that point in time!”
Tyler: ”Okay I accept that. But who? What?”
Tyler chucks on a black t-shirt with his picture on the front. Mercedes is noticing a change in his demeanour already and it’s completely understood.
MJ: ”You’ve been selected to be part of Team Jenny for the Wargames match, the main event.”
Tyler: ”What? Team Jenny? Doesn’t that consist of the likes of that complete and utter asshole, Justin York?!”
MJ: ”Yep, as well as Liam Cain and the UK Champion, Crush…”
Tyler: ”So, wait. Are you sure it was me who was booked in this match? These aren’t the kind of guys, I’d team with.”
MJ: ”Have you seen the other team, brother? Fenix, Raines, John Cavanagh and Chris Page…”
Tyler stops moving and looks back after hearing the names mentioned, anger similar to that of the realisation his father had just destroyed him, but not quite as bad.
Tyler: ”So, I guess I am siding with the lesser of the two evils, eh? Jason Fenix and Sean Raines, no issues… But then you mention Cav and Page and well…”
MJ: ”Seems there’s a reason for everything right?”
Tyler: ”Damn right. Well, if I’m about to recoup and get prepared for Worlds Collide, we should get going…”
Tyler grabs his kit bag that’s lying beside the bed and turns back for the door, Mercedes smiles as she follows behind him, as they let the door click shut…
The IIW Arena in Manchester has become slightly defunct since the company took Mayhem and subsequent PPV events on the road, however every now and then they’ll still cover some “IIW Combat” style house shows, tonight being one such evening. It has now been forty-eight hours since the edition of Mayhem on which Tyler was tricked, bloodied, beaten and pinned by his own father, before he took off with Chris Page, to become the new IIW Tag-Team Champs.
Dressed in all black ensemble, of sneakers jeans and a t-shirt, Tyler take a big deep breath before “Cut the cord” by Shinedown smashes through the speakers. As Tyler bursts through the curtain the crowd goes insane, whooping, cheering and chanting his name. He just can’t bring himself to enjoy the moment though, no matter how hard he tries, as he focuses on the ring in front of him… He rolls under the bottom rope, climbs to his feet and is offered a microphone. He paces the ring, a look of absolute disdain on his face as he does so, the music fading out slowly…
Tyler: ”You know I had so much on my mind the last day, so much I wanted to get off my chest, but as I’ve walked down that ramp and got into this ring, I honestly don’t know where to begin. I’m sure you’ve all seen my match on Mayhem, the ambush by my P... By Fred Debonair on me, before suddenly siding with Chris Page and taking the IIW Tag-Team belts. And you know as I sat in shock at the thought that this had not been done to me by my best friend, running off to hang out with other friends, or a girlfriend lying and sneaking off to sleep around with the aforementioned best friend… But MY OWN FATHER! I started to understand something.
You see I’ve been racking my brain on why he’d do this to me, what could I possibly have done wrong, that he would absolutely blindside me like that? And I began thinking about how this was done to me, by the man who raised me and then it hit me, this man didn’t raise me, yeah I went to events with him and my mom but Fred was more an absentee father than he was a present one! I began to think about how this was done to me, by the man who made me what I am… But again I realised, I’m not a loud mouthed, obnoxious, arrogant son of a bitch! That man definitely did not instill any of his own behaviours in me! One may even be forgiven for asking whether or not he actually is my father but yes, unfortunately he is, we’ve got enough of that going on in IIW as it is…”
Tyler paces the ring as the crowd continue to cheer and chant his name. He shakes his head as he raises the microphone again.
Tyler: ”You know, am I hurt? Yeah I won’t lie. Am I confused? Very, as I said I’m still trying to wrap my mind around it all and process, but being as Fred isn’t even here anymore to confront him, as allegedly he’s skulked off back to England I guess I’ve got to move on to some bigger issues, like IIW’s next Pay-Per-View event, Worlds Collide and the Wargames match! You see when I woke up in the hospital, I was told that I’d been made a member of team Jenny to stop Osh Vaughan from regaining control over IIW… Now, why me? That part hasn’t been explained to me as things stand, but I can tell you for nothing after the week I’ve had so far, I’m not above stepping into the ring and putting a few people down, just because I was asked to!
You know something though? I had a look at this match and I’ve got to say, for the guys standing on the other side of the ring to me, representing team Osh, there are guys on my own team who I can’t stand! I’m going to have a hard time stomaching standing next to these guys on the apron and having to keep myself in check, not to take them out as well as the opposition! I mean in fact let’s cover that shall we? Let’s take a look, at just who all exactly, Jenny Fletcher has decided to team me up with! Although let me start with our current United Kingdom Champion, Crush, because he’s definitely not one of the people I’ve been speaking about here! I respect Crush, I like what Crush stands for and what he represents! Crush is an ACTUAL family man who takes family above all else including opportunity, unlike some! Crush not as old as Chris Page but older than Fred Debonair and yet appears to be overlooked in the world of Professional Wrestling for all his wealth of experience and titles... This is a man who I’m happy to say is standing on my side of the ring and not the opposition! This is our current United Kingdom Champion! A man who’s gone from strength to strength since walking into IIW, he literally sits one place below yours truly on the promotional rankings and, I’m happy he’s my partner for Wargames.”
Tyler nods his head and raises his hands to get the crowd louder as they begin to chant Crush’s name now. He hops up onto a turnbuckle and closes his eyes, reopening them he looks a lot more serious.
Tyler: ”And then, you’ve got the other two people, that Jenny Fletcher decided to pick for the squad… Now I’m not generally one to question the decisions made by authority figures and I can sort of see why she’d pick two utter bastards to represent her but that aside, Jenny I’ve got to ask… WHY?! I mean first off we’ve got Liam Cain, now don’t get me wrong I have no actual inherent dislike for the guy, I’ve never really crossed paths with him! But for someone who came from a small town with what appears to be a chip on their shoulder and who, although I could be wrong, does things for the highest bidder so to speak… I’m not sure if I can trust him! I mean when he first arrived here in IIW I could see it, I watched him take on my Godfather, Mike Arches and how he performed… I watched him face Devin Stone and even my P… Even Fred Debonair! And then I saw him string up Blade Alexander and seemingly join The Fletch World Order, Team Jenny whatever this whole group is called and the true purpose, his true nature shone through. Yeah any team needs someone like that but just as long as you’re prepared to be stabbed in the back and Cain I hope they thought doesn’t cross your mind.
And finally… Finally we come to the black sheep of the group, the rodent, the pest! Yes Justin York I’m talking about you, with your holier than thou attitude your me, me, me mentality… Your lack of well, pretty much anything really hoss! The last time you and I met on an edition of Mayhem you made some comments about me and my mother, now the ones about me I could let slide because you were just irksome like a gnat! But when you begin talking about my mother that’s where I draw a line bub! It’s funny that you said I mentioned Stacey because she’s better than Steph, no I mentioned her because she’s smoking hot and you my friend are what we call PUNCHING! All I’m about to say about all this, right now is that I’m going to be the bigger person, at Wembley… I’m gonna be the mature one and I’m gonna do what needs to be done to make sure that Jenny Fletcher keeps hold of IIW because I want it out of the way, because as soon as it is I’ve got business to attend to with you! I’ve got business to attend to, with Fred and I’ve got business to attend to, with two other individuals so, let’s see who Osh Vaughan has standing on the opposite side of the ring shall we?”
Tyler hops off the turnbuckle and paces a bit again, before leaning against the top rope and looking out toward the ramp and the crowd. He taps his hands on the rope as if drumming before speaking again.
Tyler: ”Okay so first and foremost I’ve got to put my hand on my heart and say to both Jason Fenix and Sean Raines I’m so sorry for what I’m going to have to do to you both at Wargames… I mean I’ve watched both of you take on all comers through your respective careers, I’ve seen your ups and I’ve seen your downs and I’ve got to say that unfortunately for you both, at Worlds Collide you’re going to have to deal with the lowest you’ve ever felt in this industry! The last thing I ever wanted to do, coming into IIW was to take out a couple of oldschool heads like yourselves, but that’s just the way the cards have been dealt I’m afraid and knowing what I’ve got to do; doesn’t fill me with any kind of joy. Sean you’ve literally just had your ego bruised and lost the IIW Hardcore Title, that in itself must be a great loss, but I’m sure you’ll pick up the pace again soon, however for you it won’t be so great at Worlds Collide because I plan on making a huge example out of you both.
Then, there’s the false icon. The man who likes to believe he is some kind of important entity in the world of Tyler Debonair, that man is John Cavanagh. Hi Cav, how’s it going? John you’ve been gone away for so long I’m beginning to think perhaps your mind has been messed with as you seem to be finding it a little difficult to remember the way things went around here. Heard you blowing up last week, talking about Fred Debonair and Chris Page and honestly I genuinely couldn’t give a damn what you say about that jumped up piece of shit, but if you’re gonna start acting up like a politician with me you’d better learn to get your facts straight hoss! You and I have faced off once in a one on one and yes you beat me and yes you took my International Title from me, but we’ve also faced off in tag-team action where I’ve made you realise exactly what you’re doing even forty-eight to seventy-two hours later… I once teamed with Rogue against you and Zack Steele and I made all three of you look stupid even my own partner who I carried through that match! It’s crazy how far in the past you live Cav! You want to keep peddling about how much you beat me in the past for the International Title man? You want to live off of that past glory? That’s on you hoss! And now, now if you want to help Chris Page get a shot at Jonny C? Again, your call… Just a good job you won’t even get the chance to, eh? Just remember there are other things in the world than the night you beat me for the IIW International Title because genuinely it’s ALL you’ve been going on about!”
Tyler begins to pace the ring again, stopping in the middle, back full circle. He raises a finger with his head bowed slightly as he speaks, wagging the finger.
Tyler: ”And then, we get to Chris Page… Good ol’ egotistical, self-centred, sociopathic, Chris… Page. Now Chris I probably shouldn’t bother with anything I’m about to say because quite frankly we both know you’ll either say the complete opposite as me, trying so hard to distance yourself from the truth… Or, you’ll agree with me and accept what I’ve said in order to mess with my head. In any case I’m sure you’re sat there all brash and grinning from ear to ear, waiting to hear my misery and what’s happened with Fred and myself. You’re no doubt sat there all smug believing that you are the catalyst to his little break, his undercurrent of psychosis but Chris I hate to break it to you, hoss… No matter what you think, no matter how badly you want to be Doctor Frankenstein to the monster you’ll never be that because you see, Chris and I really mean this with all sincerity, Fred was always going to do this at some stage.
Did you give him the tools to do it now other than any other time? Of course you did. Did you set the wheels in motion though? Probably not. I mean while I was bloodied and battered in the middle of the ring last week I heard him whinging about something or other I had done wrong I mean I couldn’t quite place it at the time but knowing that man I once called my Pops, I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough. But the point I’m trying to make, Page is that I wouldn’t get too comfortable with that man sitting or standing beside you with those belts because if he can do this to his own son, his own flesh and blood… Do you think that when he feels like it, he’ll hesitate to turn on you?? But Chris I digress because you pair of scumbags and your newly sound friendship isn’t the reason I am out here, oh no… Of course I’m pissed and of course I’m hurting, that’s my Pops but I’m sure I’ll get over it, but no my place here has an even bigger purpose, Chris!
You see, I really couldn’t give a rats ass who takes control of IIW once Wargames is done, once Worlds Collide finishes and Wembley Stadium closes it’s doors to the fans, oh no. It can be Osh, it can be Jenny, as long as I’m getting the revenge I want with who I want after and being paid for it?! I don’t care! However I don’t want to have an L under my belt either and Chris I’ve got an even bigger motivational occurrence now and that hoss, is making sure that YOU don’t get that World Title shot against Jonny C, or Russell Wayne! Apparently Osh has promised you that if you can lead histeam to victory at Worlds Collide and now my sole focus, my reason for being in this match, Chris… Is to stop YOU and Team Osh taking the win at the Pay-Per-View. And if Liam Cain, our current International Champion and Crush, our current UK Champion and I guess Justin York, our resident mouth have anything to say about it… It really shouldn’t be that difficult-a-task to fulfil! So Fenix, Raines, Cav and Page bring everything you’ve got to London on Sunday night because you’re definitely going to need it. And Page by all means bring your buddy Fred too, because believe me I’ve got a few things to settle with him too… Be ready boys because, well… Just be ready!”
Tyler holds the microphone up as “Cut the cord” hits the PA system again. He opens his hand and drops the mic as the crowd roar with approval and he climbs out of the ring, making his way back up the ramp as the scene begins to fade - to - black!
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Post by Sean Raines on Jun 10, 2022 5:12:45 GMT
In life you must follow the path you are given. Some believe your path is of your own design, others believe that the path is destiny. No matter what side of that philosophical fence you are on, at the end of the day the path leads you to where you end up. Often times life takes you down a dark winding road, sometimes into the darkest depths imaginable. But at the end of that road, of that tunnel is a light. But we will get back to that thought in a moment. The place you need to end up is always ahead of you. The place fate has brought you for that moment of time. Nothing is forever, moments are exactly that….moments. An ever changing turn of events leading to the next, which leads to the next. That light at the end of that tunnel is sometimes a nice place, full of joy and happiness. Sometimes it is a fucking freight train barrelling at you full speed to severely fuck up your day. Regardless of where that light originates, it is still only temporary. Once that moment passes, you must move on and follow the road forward. My last road took me through the Hardcore Title. Taking on several challengers, carrying that title for my first two months back here in IIW. But that road came to an end. I underestimated the abilities of one Sebastian Hamilton. The man showed up to that fight, gave me everything he had. I can not tell you that my ego, my pride didn’t take a bit of a bump that night. But when the bell rang, Sebastian took the upper hand and came out victorious. I lost, and now I must move on. The next line of the path leads us to World’s Collide. A four on four War Games match, war is exactly what the eight of us heading into that ring are going to face. Team Osh vs Team Jenny, both sides picking their representatives to determine the future control of the IIW.
A beautiful sunny morning on the shores of Lake Michigan. The sun is rising in the sky, the birds freely fly over the fairly calm lake. A few small boat can be seen making its way to what one would assume to be a known hot spot for the days catch.
Raines sits in a lawn chair, hot cup of coffee in hand. Wearing shorts and a worn out Fender t-shirt, he sits there in the calm morning, shoeless just enjoying the day he has witnessed so far.
Raines:
“How about talk about the event that everyone is talking about. Four on four War Games, Team Osh vs Team Jenny. We were all selected to represent a side, to represent one side of the battle for control. Personally I was placed with Team Osh. On our side of the match stand myself, and a man I am familiar with Jason Fenix. I know what Fenix does, I know what Fenix can do. Both of us brought in by Osh early on, that line up had some changes made but here we are. A couple of weeks ago myself and Fenix made an appearance with Osh in another fed to show them what we brought to the table. On the other side of that was Crush, but we will get back to that ripe bag of dog shit later. The next member of Team Osh is John Cavanagh. I really don’t have an opinion set on him as of yet. From what I have read and heard, he has made big waves here in IIW during my time away from the fed. I see good things in his abilities, and although disagree with him that he is going to carry this team to the victory. Such a cocky little prick, if you had the ability to do that then no one else would have been invited to the party. How about you shut the fuck up, check your ego at the door and how about we go to war. At the end of the day, you are in this for a title shot, let’s just get it done so you can get that huh? Finally on our team is Chris Page. An asset to this team, but an asshole to boot. I will not say your skills are not impressive. But as good as you are, you ramble on and on. Honestly I just want to get in this match so you can beat the living fuck out of Jonny C and finally stop talking about it. We are all looking forward to seeing you finally get your hands around his neck. That is Team Osh, and the four men who are going to be responsible for Osh getting control back of his own company. Truthfully Fenix is the only one I trust in there. He is the only one that I know is on the same page.”
And then, across that ring are Team Jenny. Team Jenny because she has bigger balls than Bob Mitchell, but still just as much as a waste of air. I won’t blow smoke up anyone’s ass and say that they selected an inferior team. The team was selected well, kind of. First out of the gate Tyler Debonair, good technical ability. Seems to me he was tossed in just to pump up the douche factor. I just hope he gets medically cleared before Sunday night, not due to anything that happened in the ring. No, simply due the severe case of Cranium In Orifice Syndrome the poor boy has. It really is a wide spread global pandemic at this point. Poor Tyler doesn’t even seem to know he was inflicted with this thing, but for those that listen…or try to listen…to what he says. It is pretty clear that he mumbles pretty heavily due to his head being that far up his own ass. You are talking a lot of smack, and yeah I’ve already addressed the title loss. I'm over it, now onto World’s Collide. You keep running that mouth of yours, but at World’s Collide you will get what is coming to you. You are not an important enough target in that match for me to worry about, but I will make myself known and drive my foot through your skull. Nothing personal, I just don’t fucking like self-important little bitches.
And since we are talking self-important little bitches…might as well move on to Justin York. Lets first address the new pet name you decided you needed to give me. Sean Raisins, is this some secret desire to eat me? I mean hell, your entire promo is about sucking dick and then you call me this? Sorry fella, you aren’t my type. Yet again, a member of this team that runs their mouth on and on and on. You ramble about people not being able to get your name out of their mouth, much like your little wife can’t get the taste of the locker room out of hers. You talk my fifteen minutes of fame, mother fucker I’ve been around here for years. I’ve done my thing, I’ve shown what I do. But I mean I can’t say I beat some random guy at some unwatched show. Well I probably can, but I am smart enough to know no one will give two fucks. Not that another fed is what they are turning their nose up at. No one in the IIW locker room gives two fucks about what you do York. For some reason you don’t seem to get that. Justin York, Bob Mitchell, Brandon Hendrix…..nobody fucking cares! I can’t wait to step into that ring at Worlds Collide and have my fist collide with the side of your head. You just need to be beaten around that ring, and I mean a good time to re-evaluate life choices ass kicking. And I have full intentions on delivering this to you Justin. I am so sick of listening to you bitch and moan that you don’t get this title shot, or you don’t get that match. That is because you’re just a small fish Justin. You don’t deserve any of those shots. Fucking hell, you are in two different feds with Crush and haven’t beaten him in either. You need to just stop fucking talking, and if I have to be the one to get in there and make that happen then be it. I look forward to shutting you up Justin once and for all.
Liam Cain, Team Jenny’s Deputy Droopey. You have the same problem York does. Your erotic fantasies get in the way of the real reason we are all here. This industry allows us to fight. It allows us to settle any differences in that ring. But it seems like your thing is using that rope. Is it the choking that’s gets you off, or simply just tying people up? You seem Liam, this cowboy shit…. it’s just done. Yeah I admit that you win matches, you are a top star. But I really believe it’s because people get confused by the cowboy thing, you are a grown man still playing Wild West make believe. But how about we address some of the nonsense Bob Mitchell has been yammering in the last week for you. He really seems to do a lot of talking for you. Between yourself and dumbass Bob Mitchell, you need to get a few facts straight. First off, Bob don’t call me kid. Secondly I don’t believe anything built up in the media. But the statement that really made you look dumb was and I quote: “You're pretty new so maybe you can be forgiven for thinking this guy with the name and fame of Osh Vaughan would ever make good on anything he ever promised anyone…blah, blah, blah…. You've been on Osh's side all of what? Three weeks?” Yeah so I’m not new. I’ve recently held the Hardcore Title, I have held the Television Title, hell for a short time I even held the Tag Titles here in IIW. But since you came in around what 2017? Bob you talk a lot but you don’t seem to realize the facts. You tell stories about early 2000’s, you tell stories about a return in 2007. And then nothing right? Until 2017 when you first stepped foot in the IIW. Well Bob, I don’t need your stories. I was there. I was there in the early 2000’s when it fell on hard times. I was there in 2007 when we did another run. I was there in 2017 for the return. And I am here now in 2020, called back specifically for this match. To stand on a team to represent a man that has had my back for many years. Do I agree with all of Osh’s decisions? No, defiantly not. I would have to be a fool to. Did Osh like to have a good time out on the town? Hell yeah he did, I’ve been there a few times myself. Did he like to spend money on dirty filthy strippers? Yes of course he did, hell am pretty sure York is married to one of them. But this company lost something when Osh lost control. It lost its fire, its original drive. IIW was a fun company to be part of. It was wild and unpredictable. That heart is gone. Now it is just a bunch of self-important bitches, a guy with a weird cowboy obsession, three fucking strange brothers that are dressed like 1930’s newsies and an obviously damaged ex-wife running the shit show. This stuff needs to stop, and that is only going to happen when Osh regains control of the IIW at World’s Collide. And then Bob Mitchell has no idea who the hell is even on his team! If you can’t figure that shit out how do you expect any confidence in running of this fed? A clear warning was issued to be about stepping in the ring against Crush, Christian, Tyler and Liam. But who the fuck is Christian? And last but not least. The only one I view as a powerhouse on Team Jenny…Crush. Let’s not beat around the bush here, I don’t like you. I don’t respect you. I don’t have any reason to. Nor you of me. I’ve seen a few of your matches, you have the ability to dominate in that ring. York has been barking again about you only beat him once, but dam it was a hell of a beat down. Much like the others, I think you are too wrapped up in your own hype. Rambling like York about other feds, and how you did this and did that. None of that matters here. I can’t take it from you what you have the ability to do, but come Worlds Collide I doubt it will be enough with the deep pile of trash that is helping back up your team.
At this point my opponents have seemed to be promoting future plans, and promises made for them to get into this match. All I was told was that Osh regains control, and I get to fight. That was enough for me. I don’t have plans, we will decide that as the time comes. My focus is showing up and winning this match. Shutting up Justin York was just an added bonus. I will see you gentlemen at World’s Collide. Locked into that match only one side will come out victorious. Good luck to all of you, but make sure you have Osh’s office ready for his return…..
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Post by Jason Fenix on Jun 10, 2022 19:43:24 GMT
Our scene opens with Jason back at his home, standing in his study and staring out the large window overlooking his estate behind his desk as the dusk settles in on a rainy evening. Jason stands alone and silent as the shadows in the study deepen, a tense energy radiating off of him. The door to the study opens and Alec enters carrying some files. He looks up from the files as he closes the door and jumps in surprise seeing Jason, dropping some of the files in the process. Alec kneels to pick up the files. Jason doesnt move.
Alec: Jesus Christ, Jason, you damn near gave me a heart attack! I didnt realize you had come back. How long have you been here?
Jason: Too long? Not long enough?
Alec: Excuse me?
Jason: I got in in the middle of the night last night.
Alec pauses a moment and looks around suspiciously
Alec: And you’ve been standing here the whole time?
Jason turns and looks at Alec with disbelief at the question.
Jason: I would have been standing here for like 16 hrs. Are you okay?
Alec: Yeah, Im fine. I just didn't expect to see you back.
Jason raises an eyebrow at Alec
Jason: Is it a problem Im here? You know…in my own home?
Alec sighs a bit, trying to diffuse the tension
Alec: Of course not. You know that's not what I meant.
Jason: So then, elaborate.
Alec: *sighing again* This place…its always so silent. Ive been here all day and never saw or heard you. Even after all these years it’s still unsettling.
Jason: The manor is large and carries…
Alec starts talking over Jason, picking up the phrase where he left off
Alec: …and carries many secrets I havent even shown to you. Yes. I know. I'm well aware of your ability to hide yourself away from the world. I'm usually the one who has to clean up the mess you leave behind.
Alec walks over to the desk and tosses the files down with an air of frustration.
Alec: Since you're here, can you at least sit down and look at the R&D projections? The board is asking questions about budgeting that I don't have the answers for.
Jason watches Alec closely, then glances down at the files. He picks one up and opens it, scanning through the contents. He closes the file and tosses it back down on the desk.
Jason: I can tell you that funding will continue, regardless of current economic trends. If that means funding it from my own assets, then thats what it is. I can also tell you that the contents of those documents have nothing to do with the attitude I'm sensing from you. What is the issue here, Alec?
Alec: Alright, you know what?! I’ve tried telling you a hundred times and you dont seem to fucking hear me! This place? Your manor? Its fucking creepy being here sometimes! Bright sunny days are fine, but we dont seem to get many of those around here, do we?! How the fuck do we get so much rain, Jason? This isnt Seattle, its the fucking Rocky Mountains! And this whole house? Fucking silent. When it rains, your footsteps stop echoing. Its like the sound itself dies before it can carry away.
Jason studies Alec as he speaks
Alec: Nothing lives here, Jason. Nothing. You made this manor. Then you turned it into a mausoleum. This whole place is just waiting to rot away and be reclaimed by nature.
Jason grits his teeth slightly
Jason: Careful, Alec…
Alec: Or what?! You’ll fire me? We both know thats never happening. Jason, I dont know how, and I can only pretend to understand why, but you made this place a fucking tomb after…
Jason grabs onto the back of his chair, staring down Alec as emotion starts to boil
Jason: Dont…Dont fucking say those next words…Dont you dare speak her name in this house…
The two both fall silent and stare at each other as a heavy tension hangs in the air. After a long pause, Alec relaxes and his voice lowers.
Alec: Jason…Look, I'm sorry…I shouldn't have come off that hot. I need to request some time.
Jason sags slightly, staring down into the empty chair.
Jason: Personal leave?
Alec: Yes sir. Effective immediately.
Jason: How long?
Alec: I would request it be…indefinitely. Though I dont plan on it being indefinitely.
Jason looks up at stares at Alec
Jason: Indefinite? What do you mean?
Alec: I mean I need a fucking vacation, Jason! And I dont know how long I need. I can't stay in this place any longer. I have to get out of here. The constant heavy silence. The creeping shadows. The looming sense of despair that constantly hangs in the air here. I can't do it.
Jason nods numbly.
Jason: I understand. Take all the time you need. Please expense any travel costs back on my personal account.
Alec: You dont need to do that…
Jason: No, I do. I insist. You have been my closest friend and my most trusted ally. I have placed a great many burdens on you over the years you did not ask for, and you have shouldered them all in stride. Its the least I can do to reward you for your service.
Alec: Oh enough. Thats why you hired me. And stop talking like Im resigning. Im coming back, Jason. I just havent had a proper vacation in I dont know how long, and frankly, I dont know how you can stand being locked away in here like you do.
Jason nods his head in understanding, but remains silent. After a long pause, Alec speaks up again.
Alec: Are we good then?
Jason: Yeah, we’re good. Take whatever time you need. Is everything in order to keep running smoothly in your absence?
Alec: Of course. I had been discussing this with the board for some time. They’re fully on board and encouraged me to take the time off
Jason stares at the documents strewn across the desk and waves a hand dismissively to Alec
Jason: Alright, get out of here. Enjoy yourself.
Alec excitedly claps his hands and grins.
Alec: Excellent! Vacation time…
Alec pulls out one of the chairs in front of Jasons desk and sits down with a long, loud, relaxed sigh, folding his hands behind his head and putting his feet up on Jasons desk. Jason raises an eyebrow at him curiously.
Jason: ….What are you doing?....
Alec: Me? Oh, Im on vacation…
Jason: Yeah, I approved that. I mean why are you sitting here?
Alec sits up in his seat, putting his feet down.
Alec: Because this is the first time you and I have probably been able to talk in close to 10 years on an even field. I dont have any obligations I have to run off and attend to. You dont have yourself buried in something to occupy yourself already. You’ve already sent me on leave, so you dont have any real authority to send me off on an errand. Additionally, I’ve caught you off guard with the leave request, so you arent thinking quickly enough to adjust for new circumstances. I have effectively cornered you.
Alec leans back in the seat with a pleased smile of triumph. Jason stares at him for a moment before laughing and shaking his head.
Jason: Was this the plan?
Alec: Oh no, I absolutely need that vacation and I will be taking it. Also, as a fair warning because of our history, I will be…abusing…your personal account during that time. This moment here was a pleasant side effect. You gave me all the time I want. Whats another 15 minutes to talk before I leave?
Alec motions for Jason to sit. Jason sighs with a smirk and seats himself at his desk. He folds his hands on the desk and looks at Alec
Jason: Alright, you got me. I’ll bite. Whats on your mind?
Alec stands and walks over to a nearby shelf, picking up a crystal decanter of scotch and pouring a few fingers into some glasses, bringing the glasses back and handing one to Jason before sitting back down. He takes a drink and looks around the dark study for a moment, gathering his thoughts.
Alec: In the years I’ve worked for you, I’d say I’ve come to know you very well. Id say I know you well enough to know why you do the things you do, and I take pride in being able to predict your actions to some degree of success. I can usually understand the motives in your actions, but I’ve got to be honest, Im at a loss here. Whats the end game here?
Jason raises an eyebrow slightly.
Jason: Its Osh thats throwing you off, isnt it?
Alec: Why Osh?! It doesnt make sense! Make it make sense, Jason! You hated the guy! You made half your career around fucking up his plans and he just couldnt ruin your day enough. You guys were constantly on each other back in the day. There was certainly no love lost between you two, so why the buddy buddy act now?
Jason smirks and leans back in his seat, taking a drink.
Jason: It would seem my time in isolation and illness has dulled your senses, Mr. Sognier. That or you’ve become used to chasing my eccentricities and have forgotten the basics. Keep your friends close…
Alec: And your enemies closer? Thats what this is?
Jason: No, but that is the seed. Osh is a great many things, a liar and a backstabber being among them, and while I usually dont agree with the tactics or the path taken, he is able to make the chaos work in his favor. I fully anticipate Osh fucking me over on this somehow. In fact, Im banking on it.
Alec: So, what? He jumps you after you win back his company for him?
Jason: Hardly. Thats too clumsy and brutish even by Osh’s standards, though I wouldnt put it past him. Osh knows that something like that would just cause a bigger problem for him in the long run. Osh brought me back cause he needs me, but even I know I wasnt a first round draft pick. No, I’d guess Osh got turned down by three or four others before he got to me. Osh kept his words sweet to entice me, but knew I was due to come sniffing around again. I wasnt his first choice, but I was his last real option, and beggars cant be choosers. After Osh is back in power and this whole thing is over, Osh will owe me a favor, but even Im not dumb enough to think there wont be strings attached. Osh brought me back because he knows how ruthless I can be. Osh brought me in because he knew it’d be messy. If all this goes to plan, even Osh wont be too hasty to turn that same weapon on himself. Plus, if I strike when the irons are hot, I may be able to catch him while he’s still so caught up in his enthusiasm over getting his company back, he gives me Liam Cain and I can go on my way before he gets too rowdy.
Alec: Then why even help him get IIW back?
Jason: Because the truth of the matter is that it belongs to him. It is his creation. The businessman in me respects that. And while Osh may or may not have been running IIW into the ground with his usual cavorting, that chaos was always what made IIW what it was. Maybe thats just nostalgia.
Alec: But you just said it. IIW was his creation to do with what he will. He put control of the company on the line and it backfired on him. That was his choice. So why help him now?
Jason: If we follow your own logic, then we arrive back at a man trying to reclaim control of his company. Cant fault him for that. Me helping Osh in this has less to do with Osh, and more of just an aligning of circumstances. Osh has always kept the door open for me, despite our differences. Over the years, Osh always made sure I had a contract ready when I came sniffing around. And I burned him on some of those occasions. More than once. When he called me about this whole mess, I was already mulling over whether or not to return again. I suppose on some level, I felt I needed to repay the favor.
Alec: By making yourself a sacrificial lamb? Martyrdom was never your style. Osh is leading you to the slaughter.
Jason: Maybe. But this time, I dont think Osh has all the cards, if my team is any indication. A lot of second string choices here. But thats not really what worries me. No, I dont mind the team. Raines can dish out a beating good as anyone. I’ve come to genuinely enjoy his brand of violence over these past few months. Chris Page has tons of talent, but most of his claims are from other feds, and you know how I feel about that. Plus he cant keep his mouth shut long enough to actually, you know, DO anything. Cavanagh helped pull my ass out of the fire after Yorks little stunt on Mayhem, so I got to give him the benefit of a doubt, plus it was a rather nice performance in his own match, so he’d going to do alright. But thats fine. Having someone like Justin York on a team is a pretty clear handicap so that’ll be just fine. My bigger concern here on our team isnt our ability. I have no doubt that Raines and Page can go the distance. They have York and Tyler Debonair dragging them down, so that makes it come down to three against two by my math, and I like those odds. The biggest problem here is cohesion.
Jason takes another drink from his scotch and gathers his thoughts.
Jason: I did myself a disservice here. I came back as a hired gun for Osh. Granted, I wasnt paid directly in cash, and I certainly had my own motives, but lets call a spade a spade. Liam was pretty spot on when he said the outcome of this doesn't matter a ton to me. If Osh doesnt win, thats no particular skin off my nose. I figured Osh would have this team situation under control, but we have a patchwork of players now, and I focused too much on my own agenda. I didnt pay close enough attention to the bigger picture, and now Im on a team that I can only assume tthe worst of. Im fairly certain that every single one of those guys would stab me in the back in an instant if they thought it would raise their stock value. I made a deal with Osh, and Osh did what Osh does best.
Alec: So whats the plan, then?
Jason: I do what I do best. I endure. I fight. I rip and tear until its done.
Alec: Oh, a Doom reference. Nice.
Jason: Its a good game. Not the point here. Im out of time to plot. Now its time to act. I dont have much of any way to account for the people on my team. Personally, I was hired to do a job. I intend on fulfilling those duties. I can only hope the others have that same kind of work ethic and…integrity…to do the job before trying to use me as a stepping stone.
Alec: Sure, but you said it yourself earlier. Page and Cavanagh were right there for the save on Mayhem.
Jason: Sure, but losing a team member that close to the match doesnt serve anyone well. Saving me was them saving themselves. I dont know Cavanagh, so I dont know where he stands in all this, but Chris Page, despite his bravado, cant honestly believe he’s carrying me anywhere. And certainly not through a match like this. For someone who says they dont give a shit about reputations, he sure rides his own a lot. He’s like Crush. Run around shouting to everyone who will listen about all the great things they’ve done….in other federations…Chris Page can shove it up his ass with all his talk. We get this job done, he can have his title shot. Works out for me either way. Either I get to see Jonny C make a joke out of him, or I get to see his face when take that title from him down the road.
Alec takes the final drink from his scotch and sets the empty glass on the desk, leaning back into his seat and folding his arms over his chest.
Alec: So…how do you think this shakes out?
Jason waves dismissively
Jason: This will be just fine. Assuming worst intentions, theres not much to gain from a win here, unless Bob or Jenny has one of them in their pocket, and at this point, there isnt much I can do about it. Just means I have more people to watch out there.
Alec sits up
Alec: I wish you the best of luck.
Jason nods with a faint smile and stands up, extending a hand out to Alec across the desk.
Jason: Thank you, Alec. Best of luck finding the rest and relaxation you need and deserve. Enjoy your vacation.
Alec: Thank you. Try and get some windows open around here while Im gone, yeah?
Jason: I’ll see what I can do.
Alec turns and leaves the study, leaving Jason alone in the growing silence and shadow. Jason sighs and sits back down at the desk, sorting and reviewing the documents laying on it, leaving notes and signatures as he works. Several minutes pass before the silence is suddenly broken by a slow clap coming from the shadows at the far side of the room. Jason jumps slightly and drops his pen. The slow clapping continues as a short, stocky figure appears in the gloom. The figure takes a heavy seat in the second chair, his features still obscured by the heavy shadows. A fat, pale hand reaches towards Jason’s desk in the light and grabs a cigar from the cigar box. A brief flash of light from the flame of a lighter illuminates a pale face with a wide grin as the man lights the cigar before dropping back into darkness, save for the glow of the embers.
?? : You think he bought it? That whole “unfazed confidence” act?
The voice comes out in a mocking hiss. Jason visibly sneers at the man.
?? : I gotta admit, you almost had me with that whole “here to do a job” bit. But then I remembered, hey, its you we’re talking about. The king of coming up short. And the sudden departure of your trusted assistant? Fantastic little plot twist! God I love watching your world crumble around you!
The man cackles and sits back in the chair.
Jason: I really dont have the time to indulge you right now…
?? : Oh no, thats just the thing, my boy! With your manservant gone, Im all you got left.
Jason: I was doing just fine before Alec, I’ll be fine while he’s gone.
The man lets out another cackle
?? : Ha! We both know that couldn't be further from the truth! You’re cut loose and adrift now. Things aint quite been going the way you wanted lately and now Im all you got left. Lie to the rest of the world all you want, but spare me the bullshit. You’re terrified and you know it. All this time you been back now and what do you have to show for any of it? A series of ‘almosts’. Almost won in your return. Almost won against Liam Cain. Almost won back at Mayhem til you got a chair wrapped around your skull and almost got strung up from the rafters. Quite the impressive list of accomplishments there, Jason.
Jason: Yeah, so there have been some setbacks and its taking me a bit longer to get back to form then I expected. If you really think that using that to goad me is going to get under my skin, Im afraid you are going to be sorely disappointed.
?? : Ahhh I do love when you get all indignant. Im not using that to goad you. Just helping the nagging thoughts grow and fester. You know, the shit that keeps you up at night. The guys you’re facing now are quite the roster, but they dont hold a candle to what you already suspect inside you. Its not that you havent just lost a step or two, but now you are seeing you might not get that back. How much longer can you keep up the game, Jason?
Jason: As long as I have to…
?? : Are you really so sure about that? I can already see the wear and tear starting to show. Cracks in the armor. Even if you win here, you aint bouncing back like you used to. How much longer will you keep this up before you go crawling back into your hole to rot? Hiding away from the world again, clutching to your dreams that are dying a slow and pitiful death. Just like you. How much longer you gonna keep drawing out that process anyways? How long until you just skip the line and bite a bullet? Poor Alec is gonna return from his sabbatical and find you finally put that pistol in your desk drawer to good use, slumped across your desk and your study with a new paint job.
Jason stares at the figure with gritted teeth and a look of shocked horror. The figure stands up from his seat and turns away from Jason, slowly walking towards the door.
?? : Glad we could have this little chat. I can see its given you some perspective. Tick tock, Jason, tick tock. You cant keep this up forever, no matter what you want to believe. Id suggest getting off your sorry ass and putting that time to some good use. I dunno if throwing your hat in with Osh and his lot was the right choice, but misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. At any rate, Im gonna go make myself comfortable. I get the feeling im gonna want to stick around to see how you come up short again. Dont let me down! Im expecting you to do so in spectacular fashion!
The man cackles again, doubling over slightly with his laughter. Jason stammers for a moment, trying to form words. The man stands up straight again and holds up a hand to silence him
?? : No, look, im sure you’d have some retort to sound all calm and collected. Really, Im sure you got this all under control…
The figure opens the door, the faint light in the halls illuminating his silhouette.
?? : After all…who could ever doubt the guy talking to shadows in his empty tomb of a house….
The figure lets out another cackle and vanishes into the halls, the door shutting silently behind him, leaving Jason alone with his thoughts once more as the scene fades out. —---------------------------------------------------------------
Our next scene opens and we see Jason walking through a hedge garden on his estate grounds. Gray clouds hang in the air and a light rain falls. Jason draws his rain slicker closer around him as he walks, looking across the grounds as he speaks.
Jason: Well, here we are at the end of this saga of IIWs history. A lot riding on this match at Worlds Collide, and a lot of ground to cover. I’d say I’d keep this short, but I know how much Bob Mitchell hates hearing me talk, and I love pissing him off so get comfy, Bob. Im going to take all the time I need here. I suppose lets start with my team members. Chris Page, Sean Raines, and John Cavanagh. A lot of talk and bravado so far, but I wouldnt expect any less from mercenaries. Now, dont take that as an insult, gentlemen. A mans got to eat. Osh is already handing out blank checks and you all lined right up for it. Im a big believer in “Do whatever it takes” so I dont blame you. Just beware of the fine print when you go to cash those checks. I dig the confidence I’ve heard, even if it felt a bit predictable…You guys all couldnt get “Im the leader of this team!” out of your mouths fast enough, as if that even mattered. If you need to tell yourselves that you are the leader and you are the one carrying the whole team, you do you. I’ll spare the dramatics because not a single one of you truly believes that. You’d either have to be incredibly naive or incredibly stupid to honestly believe a single one of you could handle the entirety of Team Jenny by yourselves. Im going to surprise you all a bit here and go a different route, take a bit of a high road. Were all up and comers here. Past reputations aside, were all trying to climb the latter here. In IIW. Maybe not a single one of us really gives a shit if Osh gets his company back, but I dont think any of us are so blind as to not see the opportunity here. Ill be the first to raise my hand and say Im mostly doing this at this point to spite Bob Mitchell. Chris Page, John Cavanagh, you both are expecting title shots after this whole thing. Raines, Im sure you are to, but who knows what deals you’ve cut with Osh. We all should expect title shots after this, because after we clean house at Worlds Collide, there wont be anyone who will be able to doubt that we have earned it. Even Osh at his worst has to respect that. And maybe we are all a bunch of mercs, and maybe we werent the first round picks for Osh. Just seems like more reason to earn those blank checks. We can spend our time bickering amongst ourselves over who’s better, but it doesnt matter who’s better amongst us. I know for a fact any one of us can take any one of them. For Christs sake, they got stuck with that weasel Justin York and Im pretty sure Larry Fishburg could beat his ass. As long as we all stay on the same page, this should be no problem. Look, we dont have to like each other. We all have other things we’d rather be focused on. Once this is over, we can all go our separate ways and go back to chasing our spotlights. This match can swing a lot of things in each of our favors. Lets not go and fuck that up with someone trying to be a hero.
Jason draws his hands from his pockets, clapping them together and rubbing them as he pieces together his thoughts and continues.
Jason: Now, lets get to our opponents. I’ll start at the very bottom of this ladder with Justin York. A little dog in a very big yard, who just kept barking and barking until someone finally noticed him. I’ll give you some credit, you can swing a chair well enough. Unfortunately, thats about the only thing you have going for you and that damn sure wont be enough to do much of anything here. You’ve kept sticking your nose in places you shouldnt, and now you’ve wound up in a place you have no business being. Run your mouth all you want, and all jokes about myself aside, you are completely out of your league here. I dont know how you ended up in this match, and I dont know why they picked you up, but if you are what they went with, they were in more desperate need of help than I could have imagined. You think your chair shot to me and Wayne was some big accomplishment? You think that proved you deserve a title shot? You dont belong in the ring with any of us. Your own teammates cant even stand you. So congratulations, Casino Kid. You finally got the attention you so desperately wanted, and at Worlds Collide, you are going to get a very rude awakening. You’re going to show up thinking its going to be the Justin York show, you're going to get turned into nothing more than a grease stain on the mat, and were going to send your skinny ass with your bad haircut back to whatever shithole nickle-slot shack you desperately want people to acknowledge next time were forced to listen to you. Time for you to wake up, Justin. This match is going to be absolute carnage and your shitty little “What about me?” attitude isnt going to get it done here, but Im sure you wont learn the lesson. You’ll go right back to the bottom of the barrel where you belong until you finally realize you cant hack it here and become another footnote in IIWs history. Im not going to waste any more time on you. You arent worth the air. Enjoy your moment, cause this is the last one you’ll be getting for a while. Oh, and dont think I’ve forgotten about the chair shot. I’ll be repaying that favor soon enough.
Jasons scowl gives way to a small sigh, then a grin and a sweeping hand gesture as if he were a cheap game show host.
Jason: Moving right along now to our next lucky contestant, Tyler Debonair. Whats to say about you, Tyler? No, really, Im asking. What do I say about you? Its not that I have anything against you, I simply dont know you. Im guessing you did some stuff in the Tag Team division, but if you’ve seen what I’ve dealt with lately in team based matches, you might understand why thats not really my bag. Good to see you full of fire though. Im no expert, but after seeing your promo I’d take a wild guess and say you have some bad blood with Chris Page and a severe case of daddy issues. Bad deal that whole mess, based on your description. Dont blame you for being pissed off. I’ll give you a free little piece of advice, though. You are probably going to want to set that all aside for the time being. By all means, hate Chris Page. Its easy to do and you certainly have plenty of reasons. After all this is over, you two are more than welcome to tear each others throats out. I hope you do. However, it wont be so simple here. All that fire might be enough to carry you through Chris Page, one on one, under the right circumstances, but you dont have Chris Page to exclusively focus on here. You’ve got four of the meanest bastards this company has you are going to have to deal with. Any single one of us will be more than happy to tear you apart as soon as we catch you slipping, and I know were going to catch you. I know that feeling. That burning inside when you need to get your pound of flesh. Hell, I’ve got to contend with that a bit myself here with your teammate, Liam, but we’ll get to that soon enough. The difference between me and you is perspective. As much as I want to get my hands on him, that score is going to have to wait until another time. Personal matters dont stand for much here. If you hope to make any kind of impact here, you better see Chris Page in each and every one of us. Take this time and get your head right.You wont be able to settle much with Page here, cause myself and Raines will be eager and ready to hurt you as soon as you let your guard down.
Jason pauses on his walk, taking a moment to sit on a nearby stone bench. He folds his hands together, resting his elbows on his knees and looking down at the ground for a moment as he continues
Jason: Then we have Crush. Crush, its funny how things develop over time. Over the past months since Osh brought me back, I’ve been a persistent thorn in your side. We’ve covered that previously. But now…now its starting to feel like that table has turned. Im getting tired of dealing with you. And let me be real clear, before you get too big headed because of our history up until now because you proved once again that you need to have someone carry you when you come across me. The problem with you is that I have better things to do with my time. I have more important things to do with my time! At this point, literally anything would be a better use of my time, but here we are. So how do I deal with this, Crush? How do I address you in this? I could talk about how Im going to beat you senseless here, with a whole bunch of chest thumping, but lets be honest, even I would find those words to feel a little hollow. No, this is much more simple. You are in a no-win situation. I can see now that you can only succeed against me when the people you are aligned with carry you, as I mentioned, but here, the numbers dont come out in your favor. Look at Team Osh. We have the most dangerous people in IIW, in one of the most violent matches imaginable. You have what? Justin York? That kids going to break in half the first time Raines gets his hands on him. He’s dead weight on your neck. So you are already down one. Tyler might get a few shots in, but Page is going to deal with that easily enough. Those two dont belong in this kind of environment and you know that. So now you are looking at two against four. You talk about being the king of extreme, well we're going to put that to the test. How extreme can you be against four men who are practically foaming at the mouth to start the bloodshed. No one is walking away from this clean, and based on your team, it looks like you are going to be carrying the brunt of that burden. Just doing the math, this comes out looking more like a sanctioned assault for you. Now if there's any justice in this world, this will be the last time I have to deal with you for a while, so this gives me the chance to really enjoy this. I dont know when I’ll get my hands on you again, and certainly not in a match like this, so I want to make sure I really take in the moment. Bring everything you got. I want this to last, but with the four of us, Im not setting my hopes very high on that.
Jason stands up and resumes his slow walk, stuffing his hands in his pockets again and pulling the jacket closer in around him. He lets out a faint laugh as he continues.
Jason: I guess that just leaves us with the main course, one Liam Cain. I’d normally take some time to bash Bob, but Im far too eager to get to this to waste the words on that bloated sack of crap. Liam, I’ve been looking forward to this for some time, but we really need to stop meeting like this. Last PPV you and I burned the house down, and we arent done, not by a long shot. I want you to do me a favor and keep that IC belt real close. Take good care of it and dont let it slip away. I’ll be coming for that soon enough and I would hate if I had to take it from someone else and didnt get to see the look on your face when you look up from the mat and see me holding it. Im not worried about the fact that you got it. Bob can claim all he wants that he doesnt book the matches, and thats probably true, but we all know that he’s got Jenny’s ear and Im sure he called in some favors to get you that match. Im happy you got the belt, really. It gives me nice little detour to take it from you after I get done breaking you at Worlds Collide. You seemed real concerned that maybe the fire you lit under me has sputtered out. I can assure you thats the farthest from the truth. York wanted to make a name for himself at Mayhem and gave you the upper hand with that chair shot. That’ll be dealt with seperately. No, what really gets me is you had the balls to try and lynch me and hang me from the rafters. I wanted to get real heated and pissed off about that. Cheap shots and blind siding someone with a chair is one thing, but when you try and actually end my life, thats where I usually draw a line. Now, I will admit, you did get under my skin for a bit with that. You almost had me. But then I realized the motive. You tried to eliminate me right before the War Games match. If Raines and Cavanagh hadnt come out, you probably would have done just that. But then I started having to ask why? Why try and eliminate me? It couldnt have been for show. It couldnt have been to try and gain an upper hand at War Games. You’re so confident you got this in the bag, why take the easy route? Then it dawned on me that the reason you did it is because you are fucking scared. We beat each other so badly at the last Pay Per View that neither of us could stand back up. I did that to you. Frame things however you want, but that truth remains. A rusty, broken down old man hurt you so bad your body failed on you. If we go along the lines of all your jokes at my expense, that would be expected for me, but what about you? What does that say for the great Liam Cains ego that you just cant get the job done against the punchline for all of you and Bobs jokes? Seems like those jokes are losing their teeth and becoming less funny every time you and I cross paths. Now you said it yourself, odds are pretty good that neither of us is walking out of this match on our own, and were going to find all kinds of new ways to hurt each other. Were going to hurt in all kinds of new interesting ways. But despite all that, theres still one big problem. You showed your hand too early. Now I know you for what you are. You are a fucking coward. You felt real good about things before our first match, and then you took a bite and realized I may end up being more than you can handle. You can hide behind Bob. You can tell yourself whatever convenient lies you need to about me. You can let everyone else do your heavy lifting for you. You keep trying to put me back on the shelf,and its just not working out for you, is it? Well guess what, now you are really fucked. You are getting locked in this time. Half your team doesnt deserve to lace our boots, and the other half are hack jobs who just cant cut it. My team members aside, weve already seen time and again that you AND Crush both just dont have what it takes to keep me down unless someone else does it for you. “But weve got all this gold!” Big fucking deal! Opportunity is a wonderful thing and its real easy to pick up belts when they are handed to you. That pendulum swings both ways and its momentum is shifting on you. You are running out of places to hide. Count outs arent going to save you. Timely cheap shots and disqualifications wont save you. Your teammates wont be able to save you. Once were in, you have no chance of survival against the four of us. This isnt going to settle shit between you and I, not by any stretch. That will come after. When Bob is rendered nothing more than a dumpy Jimmy Hart, and Jenny no longer has any control here. Then you’ll lose the last things left to shield yourself from me. Then you and I will have our chance to settle this, and when that day comes, Im going to make what we put you through here at Worlds Collide look like schoolyard recess. This isnt the end of the bloodshed for us. This is only the beginning. This could be considered…an appetizer, and personally, Im starving. Im becoming your worst fucking nightmare, Liam, and Worlds Collide starts a long, hard road for you. That road ends with me taking the title and you with a ruined face after I kick your teeth down your throat, and you know deep down that’s the truth. I told you after our first match that I was coming for you. You laughed it off and didnt want to believe the threat was real, but you’ve shown your true colors and I can see the point has been made. That time is now, Liam. I dont care about the spotlight here. You can find someone else to sell your “Were the captains, this comes down to us” garbage. None of that means anything here. I’ve got a team of people I got no personal issues with, who all have their focus on the payout from this. Weve got blank checks to sign and a lot of smug bastards around here who need to get shown their place. You’ve got Great Value Justin Beiber and the lesser of the Debonair duo. Great job. Really came up in your favor on that one. Im sure thats going to work out great for you. How long do you really expect those guys to last? I know for a fact that every single member of Team Osh can run circles around those guys any day of the week, on a raging hangover. And then this barely becomes a fight. How are you going to handle it when you dont have a referee to make a count to save you from me? Every time you guys have tried to put me down, it makes it easier to get back up. Im not so stupid to think that I can take your whole team single handedly. At least not all at once. But that doesnt change the fact that neither you nor Crush are truly capable of stopping me, and its certainly not going to happen when you have three other people waiting to tear your head off. Enjoy these last days of comfort, Liam. Your gravy train is leaving the station. This match is going to be hell on Earth, and its not going to be pleasant for anyone. Once this is over, and the dust clears and blood is mopped away, then it’ll be time..
Jason stops his slow walk to tug on the waistband of his pants a bit as if adjusting a belt, rocking back on his heels and affecting a mockingly bad southern drawl.
Jason: ..fer you and me to get down ta business, cowboy…
Jason shoves his hands into his pockets and sneers with disdain.
Jason: After this, I get to finally focus on sending you back to whatever pile of horseshit you crawled out of.
Jason resumes walking and stares out across the estate grounds again.
Jason: Time’s running out, gentlemen, and you’ve already come up woefully short. Myself and Team Osh are going to put this to bed once and for all. Osh gets back whats rightfully his, we get to cash our checks, we take what should already be ours, and this whole company goes back to some semblance of normalcy. Rest up. You all have a real long night ahead of you at Worlds Collide, and Im sure some uncomfortable weeks after. We’ll be seeing you all real soon. I’ll be looking forward to it.
Jason walks past the camera, whistling a faint tune to himself as he vanishes into the sea of emerald green hedges.
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Post by The Celtic Club on Jun 11, 2022 22:40:07 GMT
The scene opened to John Cavanagh sitting at the bar on the interior of the Blarney Stone Irish Pub and Grill in Hell’s Kitchen, New York. John sat at the bar with a burning joint in the ashtray and his favorite, a bottle of Jameson, off to the side with a double shot glass filled with the amber liquid. The blonde haired Irishman looked up above the bar to the clock on the wall, the second hand ticking away…
As the seconds tick away, turning into minutes, and the minutes complete hours we grow closer and closer to the ultimate climax. We draw closer and closer to IIW When Worlds Collide and the Team Osh against Team Jenny War Games match for control of the very business that employs the eight men who will do battle in this unholy structure. Battle lines have been drawn, alliances have been made, the die has been cast and none of us are one hundred percent sure as to exactly what will transpire when the smoke finally settles from this shit show BUT we are all keenly aware of a few things that will most definitely occur on the road to that final outcome. There will be pain, anguish, agony…there will be blood, oh yes, there will most definitely be blood, crimson masks and carnage the likes of which the IIW probably has never seen before. When the Fat Lady sings, this could wind up being one of those matches that will be spoken about for years upon years to come. The type of match that helps to cement legacies and catapult careers. The proving grounds for some and just another day at the office for others. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the gladiators who will risk life and limb for your enjoyment on the floors of what is our equivalent to the Roman Coliseum. Team Jenny–Justin York, Crush, Liam Cain and Tyler Debonair. Team Osh–Chris Page, Sean Raines, Jason Fenix and the all important Johnnie Cav. This is one hell of a way to burst back onto the scene, ain’t it? Come back to kick AJ Prince and Scott Stoner’s ass and the next thing I know I’m going to be locking myself inside of a cage with seven other pieces of shit–and none of us have any REAL reason to make sure our team comes out on top other than glory and possibly some promises made by our teams’ respective beneficiaries. I have no legacy in need of cementing–mine is solid as Mt. Everest. However, I do have goals in mind that must be attained and this little foray into War Games–it’s a step in the right direction. Now, as for my opponents…those little shits better not be getting their hopes too high.
The leader of The Celtic Club reached out his right arm and collected the double shot glass. The Irishman took his double shot and proceeded to fill the glass back up as he began to speak again.
Especially one mouthy little bastard by the name of Justin York. Holy shit, does this guy ever stop with his mouth? With the amount of times the guy used a clever insult from the middle school era of our lifetimes I thought I was listening to a Jonny C promo before I realized that this guy was much too small and sounded so much more like a bitch than Jonny C…and that’s saying something. Hi, Justin, I’m John Cavanagh…I work for a promotion called Insane International Wrestling. You must be a guy who laces up his boots for some other ass backwards promotion judging by the first impression I got of you. Yeah, you’re here…maybe you need to supplement your income, or maybe you decided to give IIW a shot because you wanted to get your ass handed to you on a silver platter by The One Man Dynasty. If your goal was the latter of the two options, well, congratulations dimwit because after hearing the verbal diarrhea that spewed out of that mouth of yours I have busting your jaw pretty high on my “to do” list at When Worlds Collide. Hell, I guess I even just gave you your reason for being in the match in the first place. You’re going to be cannon fodder for Team Jenny! You’re going to be that annoying little brat that no one on either team can stand so Team Osh takes turns manhandling you and Team Jenny uses it as an opportunity to catch a breather. Shit, man, I hope that doesn’t hurt that sensitive little ego that you’ve got going on for you because you're barely breathing IQ level couldn’t figure out why you're even in this match. Now, I will give you a little credit, you were intelligent enough to realize that there have been some changes around here in the IIW since I took some time to take care of some business. Maybe you’re even right that no one gives a shit about what I’ve done in the past–you made it quite clear you don’t. That’s all fine and dandy, I never have been the type to give a rat’s ass about another person’s opinion. Let’s face it, you trying to insult me is just an exercise in you blowing hot air out of your barely cognizant skull. Try to discredit what Johnnie Cav has done in this company while talking about how him and his rival circle jerk one another in some other wrestling promotion. Newsflash kid, you’re the photo they show in the dictionary next to the word “fuck boy” so do everyone in the IIW locker room a favor and go fuck off. Go take the little hooker you bought yourself off the Vegas Strip, ya know the one that follows you to the ring, and go watch degenerates and alcoholics waste their pensions away at your casino. You really need to start thinking about alternatives like that because that smug little look you walk around with is about to be permanently removed while I use the chain linked fence on your face like a god damned cheese grater! Keep yapping and I’ll be showing the entire world what happens when a lap dog finds its way into the kennel of a hungry, aggressive Bully. You may brag about how in other places you’ve walked into a dangerous setting quite recently and walked out unscathed, well, luckily for me, you’re not in that fairytale now. You’re not in “your yard” or whatever little fire hydrant you piss on. You’re in the IIW and whether you and the other six sacks of shit in this cage match realize it or not–this is my yard and it has been since the moment I stepped foot in it. I’ve done everything I’ve needed to do to make sure the world knew that…and guess what? I did a good enough job that I could walk away for a bit and come back and just like that…
Cavanagh snaps his fingers on his right hand.
I’m back in one of the biggest matches the IIW will put on for the entire year. I didn’t have to get to the back of the line, the powers that be know what kind of a commodity they have in me–that’s why I might be a scumbag on my best day, but I still get shown a level of respect that you’ve only felt while that hot air balloon of a head you’ve got was resting on a pillow. You know what your big mouth tells me about you? Well, Justin, it tells me that you’re more bark than bite. In the world I came from–loudmouth pieces of shit like yourself never amounted to anything. No one ever takes people like you as a real threat because we all know the reality of the situation is that you act all tough and great because you NEED people to believe you. It’s all a pathetic little lie that you’ve fabricated for yourself. Your greatness, your importance, your ability to perform inside the squared circle…you, more than anyone else involved in this match, need people to believe you. So, there in lies one major difference between us: I never have and never will need the pions out there or the boys in the back to believe in me. I force people to recognize my abilities, I force people to realize–usually rather quickly–that they’re not in my league. This Sunday night, at When Worlds Collide, I’ll have the opportunity to convince you, Justin, that you’re Tripe A and I’m the Majors. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll learn a little something by the end of the night…maybe you’ll learn that, one day, if you work really, really hard…you might be able to carry my goddamn jock strap!
The Irishman chuckles as he reaches down to the ashtray, securing the now no longer burning joint. John strikes his Zippo lighter and lights up his joint. Cavanagh takes a large hit before inhaling and returning his attention to the camera.
Let’s not forget about good old Country Bumpkin himself, Liam Cain. Bob Mitchell’s lap dog in the goddamn flesh! Speaking of Bob, maybe I should get my hands on him. Maybe I need to give your beneficiary a little reminder of what happened when Johnnie Cav got in the ring with his previous boy toy Jake E. Dangerously. That’s neither here nor there…Bob might like to play his little mind games but me, falling victim to them? Unfortunately for Liam Cain and the remaining members of Team Jenny that ain’t gonna be the case. Liam may be more focused on other participants in this match than he is me, and that’s just fine by me. Not because I need Liam to be distracted, I get it, Johnnie Cav disappeared for a little bit. The Irishman from the West Side had to go take care of business back States side and the rest of the IIW kept on moving on without him. Shit, that's why we’ve got so many new faces acting cocky as can be. It’s because people like Liam Cain couldn’t keep these little shits in their place while Johnnie Cav was gone. You, the Debonairs, Jonny, none of you guys could put any of these bastards in line so I guess that’s why Osh knew he needed The One Man Dynasty. He knew that in order to win his company back he was going to need a ruthless son of a bitch that doesn’t give a damn about making lifelong enemies. Vaughan knew that in order to get the job done inside this hell known as War Games he was going to need one of the most blood thirsty competitors that this sport has ever known! That’s right, Team Jenny missed the boat on this one because they would have a much better chance at winning War Games if they had ponied up the cash to get Johnnie Cav on their squad instead of some punk like Justin York, some bitch like Liam Cain, failed prodigy like Tyler Debonair or perennial worst name ever award winner like Crush. Bob and Jenny can put their money behind these four horses all they want, but, in the end they will be the ones without a company to call their own. They will be the ones stuck on the outside looking in as everything they have been able to build over the last twelve months disappears quicker than a skier trapped in the midst of an avalanche.
The One Man Dynasty shook his head back and forth before palming his forehead at the thought that entered his brain.
And of course there is always a Debonair that pesters about like a pebble in my shoe. Tyler, Tyler, Tyler…him and his Zen lifestyle, usually the one I would label as the dimmest light in the group but that’s pretty damn impossible when Justin York is also on the team. Tyler, good for you on the tag team match buddy! I’m sorry that happened to slip my mind, no, I truly am…it was such an out of nowhere bullshit, beginner’s luck type of moment that no one other than you remembered it! Shit, even your asshole father didn’t remember that accomplishment of yours. Yeah, about that…what exactly happened there Tyler? Daddy got tired of carrying you on his back? He get tired of being utterly disappointed on an episodic basis each and every single Monday Night Mayhem?! Or did he finally realize that his baby boy just doesn’t have what it takes to be a dominating force in the professional wrestling industry? What is to become of poor little Tyler Debonair now? Is he going to run to his mommy to make him feel better? Is he going to mope around like some emo punk because “Daddy doesn’t love me!” I almost feel bad for you, Tyler, I almost feel like this is the time in life that you need family more than ever. When you find out that your own father, a man that you’ve looked up to your entire life, didn’t even love you enough to stay by your side…I mean…that’s gotta hurt just a wee bit, don’t it? You want to say I’m living in the past with that victory over you…fine, we don’t need to discuss it any further. I can see that your therapist is getting quite a pretty penny due to that night though. You may walk around with your chest pumped out and the attitude of a man who’s worth a damn but you know it’s all a front. Tyler Debonair was a man on fire just a year ago…but things haven’t been the same ever since then and you know it! You know damn well that night that bastard Uncle John came back was the night that caused your young, blossoming career to take a nosedive to arrive at where it is today. Now, while it may be painful for Tyler Debonair to live in the past, the fact of the matter remains…its now on you and you only to prove that you belong playing with the big dogs. It’s up to Tyler Debonair to prove that his International Championship reign from way back when wasn’t an outlier, that it wasn’t some fluke that should have never happened. It’s on Tyler Debonair to step up and get the god damned job done! It’s on Tyler Debonair to win the approval and the heart of his father back.
Cavanagh snickered momentarily.
Good luck with that. If my memory serves me correctly, which I know it does, your father is a bit of a stubborn prick! Now, before I move on to the next victim that happens to be on Team Jenny, I’ll be frank with you Tyler, I owe you that much. I don’t give a damn if being in this match helps Chris Page gain himself an IIW World Championship match. Why? It’s a means to an end. See, if Chris Page gets that opportunity…he has to win the belt. If he is able to win the championship that’s all good by me…doesn’t matter to me which piece of shit is in my crosshairs. If the man I defeat for the IIW World Championship winds up being Chris Page then he can always remember that he is a transitional champion because Johnnie Cav took his title and because Johnnie Cav made his championship opportunity a reality in the first place!
John reaches down to his double shot glass once more and takes another double shot. He tips the Jameson bottle over to make sure his glass is prepared for the next time he feels a little thirsty.
And as for you, Crush? Mr. My Shit Don’t Stink because I take care of my family, family means everything, anyone can respect something like that. Ya know what people ain’t gonna respect though? That entire aura you got about yourself. I’ve always said that cops got the “air of douchebag” aura…you can kinda tell who they are before they even open their mouth…you got that same thing raised to the tenth power. You really do think that you’re something special. You think that you’re going to be able to have a nice little walk in the park this Sunday night when the opposing team is fielding Johnnie Cav? My guy, I think you must have taken one too many chair shots to the head during your little “extreme” career because you are sadly mistaken. It’s no wonder to me that Justin York and Crush happen to be on the same team, you two sound like you could be siblings. You both think you’re the hottest thing walking God’s green Earth. You both feel as if you’re God’s gift to professional wrestling. The two of you both seem to think what you’ve done elsewhere means something to those of us who have been through the ringer here in the IIW. Shit, it's almost like you’re the more educated older brother and Justin is the younger brother that screams at the top of his lungs for attention. It’s all starting to make perfect sense now. Team Jenny is just a bunch of good for nothing, spoiled brats with overinflated egos. Crush, Liam Cain, Tyler Debonair and Justin York…all four of you think that you’re a bigger deal than you truly are. But, then again, you’ve all said the same exact thing about myself, about Chris Page, and shit, about pretty much every single other competitor in the wrestling world. So, with all of that information now escaping Pandora’s Box, the question now is…who is the puppet master behind you four morons? Is it Jenny? Is it Bob Mitchell? Is it some “higher power”? Maybe it’s Crush’s mom…we all know how important family seems to be to the “King of Extreme”.
Johnnie’s eyes caught a poster off to the right that the camera quickly honed in on–a poster with an Irish flag and an American flag intertwining and bleeding together.
Decades ago a man was quoted as saying “it is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.” That man may have been a bit more battle tested than myself and the rest of the participants in War Games at When Worlds Collide. Team Jenny, the problem for you four is that you do not possess the will to get the job done this Sunday night. While i can’t speak for my comrades in arms–I can say that Johnnie fucking Cavanagh has all of the skills, wherewithal and will to make sure he, and by extension his team and Osh Vaughan, are victorious this Sunday night. Liam, Justin, Tyler, Crush, I can’t guarantee which one of you I will give the most punishment…I can’t guarantee which one of you it will be, but, one of you will most definitely be screaming in pain and tapping out to a member of Team Osh. I don’t care which one of you it is, and I don’t care which one of us it is…all that matters to me is that we come out on top because that is what is best for myself and The Celtic Club. All that matters to me is that at the end of When Worlds Collide, John Cavanagh is announced as one of the four winners of War Games. Then, I’m one step closer to MY World Championship!
The scene cuts to static.
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Post by Tyler Debonair on Jun 11, 2022 22:40:40 GMT
A couple of weeks have gone by since Fred Debonair turned his back on his own son and joined up with “Chronic” Chris Page of CCPE to become one half of the IIW Tag-Team Champions. Since then we’ve seen Tyler leave a local hospital in Ireland, be told he’s part of Team Jenny in the Worlds Collide Wargames match, travel back to the IIW Arena in Manchester and speak his mind. He not only discussed the four men he’d be going up against but also made sure that his thoughts on those Jenny Fletcher grouped him up with too, were also known…
At this point in time we find ourselves in a pub called The Parish Bar, right next door to Wembley Stadium, as we go through the doors and turn towards the back of the room we find a group of twenty-something guys and girls surrounding one of the larger tables and as we proceed we see that this group are surrounding Tyler Debonair who’s sat at the table dressed in a pair of black sneakers, denim jeans and a white t-shirt. Next to him on the table is a pile of playing cards which he picks up and begins to snuffle. He’s handed a bottle of Bud from a guy dressed like a surfer, which he takes a swig of before raising it in a toast.
Tyler: ”Thanks for the beer, Chad! Man it’s actually pretty nice bumping into a group from back home esp when families are little more than a title given to a group of disloyal, untrustworthy sons of bitches!”
Tyler puts the bottle back down and picks up the playing cards face down, he turns the top one over and holds it up, it looks like a razor blade in the middle of the card, Tyler smirks.
Tyler: ”Firstly we have here, the seven of Blades. This card represents the former Hardcore Champion, Sean Raines. The man who just recently lost the belt to some London gangster, Sebastian Hamilton. A man who I’ve looked upto believe it not for a while and admired his penchant for hurting people and battering anyone he steps into the ring with. I was quite the hardcore Wrestler back in the day…. But Sean didn’t really have much in the way of verbally belittling an opponent and that doesn’t seem to have changed! I mean he complimented me and then went into this tirade about how my head is up my ass?! C’mon Sean I know you can do better… You suggested I was just thrown into this match? Hoss I’m the damn Captain of Jenny’s boat! Why? Don’t ask, that’s just the way those chips fell! But for all the head up ass jokes you’ve got, I’m all for the chair shot quips myself! But moving on…”
Tyler drops the card face up on the table, shuffles then deck and picks out the next one situated on top. It shows a flame burning bright.
Tyler: ”Next up, the five of flames… The flames representing a Phoenix rising from the ashes and well, unfortunately we don’t have something spectacular like Dumbledore’s pet, Fawkes! But we do have Jason Fenix! The next representative of team Osh… A man who clearly has zero idea about who Tyler Debonair is, I mean genuinely he must never have done any homework stepping into this match when he’s saying that Liam Caine and Crush are being “dragged down” by yours truly? Justin York I get, that is a bit of a handicap on our part… But me?! The inaugural and former International Champion?! Wow Jason… But this guy sure as hell ran his mouth a lot didn’t he? I couldn’t really stay awake for his tirade so I made sure to have Steph record it and just running it back in my mind I think he did admit to not really paying attention… Oops! Your bad, Fenix, but hey I’ll tell you what, hoss… On Sunday night at Worlds Collide I’ll show you exactly what I’m not dragging the team down, eh? I’ll show you exactly why you should have done a bit more research. Am I triggered? Damn right I am, but only for your sake and the knowledge that you’re going to regret not even looking me up. The simple fact, Fenix, that you even assume I’d let my guard down is funny enough… You’d better have yours up, brother.”
There are a few whoops of encouragement from the surrounding 20-somethings as Tyler necks another mouthful of beer, before picking up another card and showing the front, what appears to be a joker.
Tyler: ”The fool of fools, John Cavanagh. You know John I just cannot be bothered with you, anymore… You were once a giant thorn in my ass with your obsessive badgering and back and forth rhetoric over taking the IIW International Title… But whilst I’ve been moving on, taking different routes I keep turning around and hearing you telling the same old story about how you once beat Tyler Debonair and took the International Title from him, like a Grandpa telling war stories to his Grandkids or something! It’s like you’re living off these past glories John… It’s, pretty sad hoss, it’s damn near pathetic but that’s cool man, you do you! Did you beat me that night John? Of course you did, you beat me and you took the International belt but that’s as far as it goes, man. Your stories, your truth about what went down? Just drags on and on Johnnie boy, your “words” lack any kind of real substance but that’s okay, because if that’s your truth and that is the hill you wanna die on, then do you buddy. You believe you were teaching me a lesson, Cav? Then more fool you, because at Worlds Collide, you’ll see that I’ve most definitely learned something and I’ll be teaching that, to you!”
Tyler flicks this card toward the others where it lands face up. He shuffles the deck and takes one more card out and holds it up for everybody to see… It has the image of what appears to be the image of “the false prince”. Tyler smirks and waves this card around as he swigs the bottle once again.
Tyler: ”Finally… The False Prince. Christopher Page. The man who I’m beginning to realise doesn’t care if he beats me, if he beats anybody on my team… I don’t think he even gives a shit about Osh Vaughan taking back IIW, the “prince” wants to become the king and that’s what he cares about… He cares about getting his shot at Jonny C or Russell Wayne. You think you’ve executed a plan so well and that I’m gonna be drowning in what’s happened for a long time, well perhaps you’re right… But until after Worlds Collide I can assure you that nothing is going to phase me or distract me from my absolute goal…
I’ve said it before Chris and it’s not stopping Osh from taking back the promotion; it’s simply stopping YOU from getting that title shot. Man I should have demanded I got a shot at Jonny C again when I first got chucked into this match but especially when I was first told I was Captain too! But that’s the way the bombs drop I guess and believe me hoss when I say this is gonna end badly for you, like Hiroshima or Nagasaki because I’ll be bringing all the noise like a toxic atomic bomb. You’re some tag champ… You’ve also got the former Hardcore Champ and former International Champ, whilst I’ve got the current UK Champ and current International Title holder siding with me, oh and Justin York but the less said about him the better! Anyway Chris enjoy what’s to come with the Wargames match and just go with the flow with the knowledge you won’t be getting your World Title shot! And as I’ve said before hoss, feel free to bring your buddy Fred too.
Fenix, Raines, Cavanagh, Page. Enjoy your weekend ladies because believe me when I say things are gonna get pretty heavy for you boys on Sunday night! Oh and Osh… I’m sorry it has to go down this way.”
Tyler drops the msg card, takes another mouthful of the beer, as the guys and girls cheer around him and we slowly begin to fade - to - black!
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Post by Chris Page on Jun 11, 2022 23:23:48 GMT
Hey boys and girls, did you miss me? Of course, you did because not only did I fire the first shot we have seven others following my lead every step of the way. I can’t blame you, I’m about the only person in this entire damn thing that CAN lead the way. It’s why Shaun Hart was dispatched to bring me into YOUR house where I’ve made all of you my bitches ever since. All of you share the same thing in common…
So here we go, round number two from me to you. I’m about to show you how you start out strong only to finish stronger.
Where the fuck do I even begin? Let me start with you, Liam. You seem to be the most misguided of them all thus far as we are on our road to War Games. For a guy that’s the number two champion in the federation you sure aren’t the brightest bulb out of the bunch, are you?
You’re so stupid it takes you three hours to watch 60 Minutes.
You’re so stupid that if I asked for a penny for your thoughts I’d get change back.
You're so stupid, you threw a rock at the ground and missed.
If I ever need a brain transplant, I'd choose yours because I'd want a brain that had never been used. So, a thought crossed your mind? Must have been a long and lonely journey. Save your breath. You'll need it to blow up your date. This is how I felt as I sat through what I assume you thought was a BLISTERING smack thrown my way from your mouth, right? Well, I hate to burst your bubble but I just shattered one of those non-illustrated points by cutting you down six different ways in the opening minutes of even speaking on you.
Jesus this is going to be taking candy from a baby. Go ahead and pull up a chair, rook. You’re about to get taken to school. For starters does anybody around here actually have a life? I ask because young Liam here is about as generic as everyone else I’ve come across since the day I elected to save this federation from the dismal performances it has been putting in. Bro, you do know that the IIW is on a tour, right? Why the fuck are you in some arena that nobody else is at? Do you even know where this “IIW Arena” is at? Because if I was tuning in for the first time to see who you are the least you could do is give a physical location versus assuming everyone knows this place exists. More importantly, why the fuck do you have an owner CARRYING you through this promotional package? Are you that stretched for ideas that the best thing you could muster up is Bob building you and his team up under this false narrative that is so far off base I could spend the next four hours taking you by the hand and showing you the errors of your way… but then I remembered…
Nah, see what this tells me is you do not have faith in your own relevancy thus you relied on someone else’s; says a lot more about you in the opening minutes of this promo than yours entirely yet I am just getting started with you. I know that several on your team have just pulled up a chair for the verbal raping that is about to commence. Look at the FIRST sentence you spoke! It was a failed attempt at trying to put yourself over; you claim that I haven’t beaten you because I’m what? I’m a coward? Is that right? Have YOU made a play to get me in the ring? Yeah, I didn’t think so either. Anyone that’s ASKED for the opportunity to box with God has been given it. Those aren’t the moves of a coward, but what is flapping your cock sucker in a feeble attempt to sound like a badass before you get served up faster than a homeless fuck in the chow line. I mean since I’m SUCH a coward I guess I need to go ahead and tell the powers that be when we come out of War Games when Team Osh is standing victorious that you will be the first mark I deal with on the backside.
Don’t get scared because you’ve written a check your ass can’t cash.
Bro you’re so lame that you couldn’t even deliver first-run material and spent your first run at greatness GIVING MY WORDS CREDIBILITY by defending yourself.
The question is, how did I beat Russell and Curtis? Pinned them in the middle of the ring. How did you win your International? Jonny F’N C. Did you really just try to go there?
Bruh you’re so misguided it’s beyond entertaining at this point. Allow me to smarten you up. I wasn’t complaining about how you got that strap- more so pointing out the obvious that YOU couldn’t do it on your own. I see you defended everything BUT that. How was that for some weight you ignorant fuck. Take your ass out to the street and wait for the short bus, it’s pulling up soon.
Liam: It's a might bit mean but I do love to see idiots get their just deserts. That's just what yer gonna get, too. You do all that talk week in and week out about how great yer supposed to be, but then when time comes you ever do anything yerself? Not in this company. It's funny ta me ya know..
Can we talk about this next? Pretty please?
What are “just deserts”? How the fuck is anyone supposed to take you seriously when you can’t even complete a sentence with an insult correctly? Call me crazy, but it’s no wonder anybody outside of the IIW doesn’t know who the hell you are. The second half of that statement is what is more glaring because once again we’ve got ourselves a dumb one that doesn’t bother to do any research over just throwing shit at a wall to see what sticks. I didn’t know sitting down the unbeaten UK Champion CLEAN and CLEAR in the middle isn’t doing anything on my own, I didn’t know putting down that little Yorkie clean in the middle by myself wasn’t by myself. You understand that I’m unbeaten in singles, right? That I’ve smacked them on my own, right? So you see the error of your ways above, right? Not only can you not cut first-run material you can’t even get REAL facts straight about who the hell you’re talking about.
I can’t say that I’m shocked, not even in the slightest because if you knew half as much as you think you do you’d realize just how bogged down in that quicksand you’ve become. If I needed anymore proof that you are NOT smarter than a 5th grader did you actually question if another federation was real? Osh, Jenny, Bob, Shaun… or whoever makes the real decisions around here, did someone not get this guy the memo that not only are their OTHER federations out there but many of them are WAY more successful than the IIW.
Look no further than this alleged event that I made up:
Or how about…
Or what about this.
Unlike you or Crush I don’t make statements without backing my play. Three different companies over the last 18 days that I came, I saw, I conquered. So, who is making shit up? That’s not even counting the CLEAN win over Tyler to retain the tag titles with my boy Fred. What have you done that you can back with facts? A simple answer is not a goddamn thing but make yourself look like a fucking fool for being so ignorant in believing your own hype that you’ve placed around yourself while looking like the village idiot. You can’t be bush league when you are stepping to someone of my caliber or else you get the bitch treatment. It now puts you and Crush on the same level if you bothered to do your homework you would have known that I am the last guy on this roster your juvenile attempts at putting yourself over by simply saying anything that comes to mind will work on. I’m not everyone else here that hasn’t got a clue on how to be the LEGEND that I am.
I don’t need you to sell me, bud.
Everyone else does.
I just need for you to continue being the sheep that are being led to slaughter like the good little boy you are, keep spitting the easy game that I can knock holes through with the reflexes of a Tyson Fury. I don’t need for you to take every word I say seriously, but I do expect for you to understand that when you step toward me you better come correct or just sit your ass at the house and save yourself the embarrassment of the verbal abuse YOU have elected to levy on yourself for being ignorant. I need for you to do more research on who you are messing with so you don’t look like you have no business being in the same ring let alone the same profession of someone of my stature… and for fuck sake get better at throwing some sort of material that isn’t ninety percent a direct response or deflection of something that I’ve said; what you failed to realize is when you do that you immediately validate it. Again, not the sharpest tool in the shed you are.
Guy’s, apparently I talk a lot.
Apparently, if you nonconform to the “insert smile” or “takes a breath” you’re frowned upon. I’m not going to apologize for giving a shit about the promos that I produce and that I release. Production value is everything, and I’d much rather make sure that I leave no stones unturned while brow beating little turds like you because I can and YOU CAN’T CARRY A PROMO long enough to stop me. Go stuff your insecurities because make no mistake about it, Liam. Not only did I just bury you, but I’ve also just assassinated you.
You just spent an entire promo on who?
Me.
You accuse me of talking about things nobody cares about- that’s funny, the viewerships on all my promos EVERYWHERE say otherwise. Shall I link those as well? I know you’re not going to bother looking it up. I’m serious about stomping you straight up because I’d love nothing more to shut your mouth just like I shut Crush’s, just like I’ve shut the Yorkie, just like I’ve shut Tyler’s because I’m sure that once MY arm is raised in victory you’ll have a million excuses as to why Team Jenny got beat… that is if you got the balls.
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Look at Tyler all up in his feelings.
Do you not pay attention? I mean I literally walked you through WHY Fred kicked you to the curb like yesterday’s news. It was your overall attitude and demeanor that led to your demise; that coupled with I had the gold and Fred wanted it. Let’s call a spade a spade when we say it’s safe to say that Fred traded up with me over you. That’s just a fact. Something else I fail to gather is how you and Liam seem to think that I’m going to take full credit for Fred’s actions. I’ve made it clear in my FIRST PROMO, you know, the one that broke his silence FIRST between the eight of us, it CLEAR as DAY that the ONLY thing I can take credit for is a conversation with Fred prior to any of this happening. Do you fuckers not watch the promos before you bother to speak? Or is all of this REALLY because your levels of intelligence ranked right there about as potent as a fart in the wind? Either way, it not only makes you but it makes Liam look like the smartest kid with down-syndrome.
You are right about one thing.
I was looking forward to seeing what you could bring to the table because if anyone had something worth fighting for it was going to be you. I wish I could say I wasn’t disappointed but not only was I left unsatisfied but it gave ME full perspective on why Fred made the choice he made. Don’t feel too bad about it though, I’m sure you’ll bounce back. It’s just not going to be locked inside of War Games. You can bring all the spunk you want, you can hype yourself up, pretend that this is exactly what you want… but son; can I call you son? Doesn’t matter… Son, none of that is going to matter when those cage doors are closed and you’re locked inside with the only name in this goddamn match that matters.
What’s up with all of you bitching about the run time on my promos?
It’s like you guys haven’t competed anywhere else.
It’s like you don’t even know the regulations of the IIW.
Or am I supposed to keep my words short and sweet so you don’t have to do any real work to keep up? Don’t blame me for your lack of abilities, blame yourselves. If you complain about my length I’d hate to see you venture out to a prominent organization that just didn’t start touring. How can any of you call the IIW a premier destination when you literally just got out of bum-fuck IIW Arena? Some of you really need to think before you speak, and in Tyler’s case make the statements like this:
You see, I really couldn’t give a rats ass who takes control of IIW once Wargames is done, once Worlds Collide finishes and Wembley Stadium closes it’s doors to the fans, oh no. It can be Osh, it can be Jenny, as long as I’m getting the revenge I want with who I want after and being paid for it?! I don’t care! However I don’t want to have an L under my belt either and Chris I’ve got an even bigger motivational occurrence now and that hoss, is making sure that YOU don’t get that World Title shot against Jonny C, or Russell Wayne! Apparently Osh has promised you that if you can lead histeam to victory at Worlds Collide and now my sole focus, my reason for being in this match, Chris… Is to stop YOU and Team Osh taking the win at the Pay-Per-View.
How can you give a rats ass about who wins at the beginning of your statement only to end with talking about your goal being to stop me and Team Osh from taking the victory?
Brother, you are now in Liam's country when it comes to spitting out anything that sounds clever in your head… you saw how that played for him, right? Do I need to give you the same treatment? Or will you run off and cry about it too? I welcome you and everyone else on your “team” to try their hands at the FACE of Professional Wrestling. It’s not like three-quarters of you haven’t already been smacked once before.
… and while I got a minute let me go ahead and shift gears to you, Crush.
What’s taken you so long to open your mouth, bud? Did you have to pull a Liam and wait for everyone else to speak in order to give you something to go on? It never ceases to amaze me when guys like you put up this front about being a big dog yet your actions suggest you’re more of a bitch because only a cunt waits to the last minute to open their mouths when everyone else has already spoken. You’re the third-tier champion for fucks sake! I wanted to give you more props than Liam but you fucked that one up too!
Seems to be the norm when it comes to you, right? Can hang with the undercard but is not quite good enough to run with the big boys. Hey, were you ever able to substantiate all your accolades you tried to cram down my throat like I’ve done above when it comes to your partner for this party? Nah, I didn’t think so. While I did a pretty good job of knocking your dick in the dirt earlier this week doesn’t mean you get a free pass here and now.
Are you still carrying around that prop from… what was the name of that place again?
Doesn’t matter because according to Liam’s logic it doesn’t exist. I betcha our International Champion didn’t realize he was shitting on his own team while trying to shit on me. Again, it’s amateur hour in the bush leagues. So now here you are, having the opportunity of a lifetime only to shit the bed faster than a teenager that’s just scarfed down Taco Bell. I wish that I could say that you lived up to the hype, but sadly you’ve fallen into the same category as six others involved in this outing.
… a failure.
Notice I said six others. More on that to come because at least ONE other person other than myself actually gives a shit about walking away with the “w”. It sure as shit isn’t you or anyone else on Team Jenny, that’s for goddamn sure.
We’ve been rag-tagging all of y’all since this thing has been put together. It’s a pretty fucking sad day with the ankle-biter putting up more of a fight than the rest of this team… combined. Team Jenny is the land of the misfit toys while Team Osh is certainly bringing some heat… but this is where I can start having a little more fun with a guy calling himself a “God Among Men” but hasn’t cracked the CCP code now, nor will he ever. Question for all you mark, you gave me shit for cutting lengthy promotional material, right? At least I can say there’s entertainment within my structure as opposed to the dull route of just talking to hear yourself talk, right Crush? I’ve never seen so much fluff in one man’s approach than what I’ve continued to see from you. Don’t get me wrong, I tried… I REALLY tried to sit through it all but you lost me three minutes in because it’s literally the same thing I’ve watched from you since I elected to come into the IIW and do the job that YOU COULDN’T DO, save it. I do appreciate how hard you’ve tried to convince anyone that will listen that you’re a bigger deal than what I’ve previously exposed you for, which is why I buried you hard in my first piece of business only to finish you off within this one. You can stake all the claims in the world about being Extreme or about being a God… and if that’s TRULY the case, what does that make me? I mean you are looking at the ONLY man to make you his puppy dog bitch.
Before I go any further I have another question… Are you still pretending to be a “good guy” while portraying yourself as some second-rate Chris Page wannabe? You do realize that if you are supposed to be cheered by the masses your best bet is not to act like a sniveling douche bag, right? You don’t bark demands at the stage crew that YOU are paying to record your every move, and now that I think about it… do you know who else had a documentary crew on his six all of two weeks ago? Oh yeah, ME! So here you are still COPYING what I am doing. How much more pathetic can you be? I’m serious! Like how many ideas do you need to rip off of other people while pretending to be “cutting edge”.
Bro, you want to be me so bad you can’t help but imitate it. Once again, it is the sincerest form of flattery. The million-dollar question is did you learn from your previous mistakes? Not only did you not learn from them… YOU MADE THEM AGAIN! WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR MALFUNCTION YOUR IGNORANT TWAT-WAFFLE!
“So I mean really, does it matter who all I face in that match? God no! Does it matter whether it’s Chris Page, or a wrestler with some skill? No! Why? Because I am The King of Extreme , and whether I fight someone good or not it doesn't matter because the out come will be EXACTLY the same. I will go out there...I will out perform them, and then I will kick their teeth down their throats because they couldn't keep up with THE CHAMP."
When will you ever stop opening your mouth and inserting your foot? Not only did I show up I punked your King of Extreme, but I also out-performed you, I dropped you with a Page Plant, I rolled your limp ass over, made a cover, and not only did I keep up with the CHUMP…
“You see nobody, not Chris Page, not Jason Fenix, not Sean Raines, not John Cavanagh, not anybody, no one can beat me...no superstar in this match can get the job done.”
Try again fuck boy, you seem to have selective memory, and that’s okay. Because when you stomped for a second time you won’t have any other direction to go but to ACKNOWLEDGE ME…
The reality is I don’t give two fucks if you acknowledge your shortcomings because everyone else already has. Here you sit still a mother fucking laughingstock not only amongst anyone that matters… but YOUR OWN TEAM! You keep living that pipedream that you’re on a pedestal while I will continue backing my play between those ropes where it matters. Why are you down-talking your girl? Don’t you know that’s a little disrespectful for someone that’s allegedly a “good guy”? You haven’t even figured that out.
For the record, I’m around today because you aren’t MAN enough to stop me.
For the record, the only eyelids closing are what’s left on the relevancy I’ve allowed you to have. For a guy that talked SO MUCH SHIT downplaying me you once again took it all away by admitting your defeat. All four hours of that promo from you flushed right down the toilet because you gave me credit… AND THEN TRIED TO TAKE IT AWAY…
You aren’t really good at this, are you?
Rhetorical question.
You elected to take the Ankle-Biters approach because you are SO original by calling my victory a fluke.
Explain to me how BEATING you clean in the middle of the ring is a fluke? Just own the fact YOU failed. The only fluke in this equation is the narrative you’re trying to spin that nobody other than yourself believes. Fuck man, it really is starting to sound like you’re trying to convince yourself it was a fluke with all that screaming and yelling about it while I’m sitting back laughing at everything that you’ve become.
You tried so hard and yet once again come up short.
I know you thought by waiting until the final hours before opening your mouth was going to give you some sort of edge… but here you stand watching it backfire in your face. The difference between you and I rests with I actually know what the fuck I’m doing while you continue to spin those wheels trying to figure out how to beat me. The simple answer is you can’t and you won’t. Unlike you sir, I’ve already established that I am the HEAD OF THE TABLE with or without a World Title around my waist, I’ve already cemented that I am the measuring stick, that I am the man to beat.
… you are just so terrible that it’ll never happen for you.
You keep daring to dream though, Queen.
It’s kind of cute.
You further exposed yourself by blowing your load yesterday. Didn’t finish as strong as you started, did ya? You go four hours and then you go one without giving us anything we haven’t already seen or heard. Why do I feel like I’ve seen all of this before… oh yeah because I have but it’s usually on Friday nights. The only thing you missing is a fat walrus kissing your ass and two twin cousins.
Once again, Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
I am looking forward to hearing your excuses for not being able to stop me. No wait, save it… It’s a fluke that’s about as original as you are. The next time you want to take a seat at the grown folks table do yourself a favor and pay attention to the time, my man, twenty-four hours isn’t fifteen hours. Nice try though.
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Alright…
That brings me back around to you… Ankle-biter.
Mr. Yorkie.
Did you really pull a Liam and direct response in your first promotional package? OF COURSE, YOU DID! Do you want to call the name game lame? Call it recycling material? I call it… bait, and you took it. Allow me to give you some free advice, see above with Liam when it comes to responding to someone on the first shot. All you did was lend credibility to the notion that if chaps your ass I insult you by not even bothering to name you. If you didn’t bite on it in your first promotional package you COPIED it in your second! I never would have pegged you for a second-rate Crush
Let me ask you a direct question while you’re out here insinuating that I won’t grant you a rematch. Have you ever asked? Nah, instead you’ve done THE SAME THING you did with Crush who followed your lead and did the same thing to me. Played the fluke card, the only difference is you OPENLY called him out while you’re just NOW throwing this unfounded allegation into the mix. I’ve already asked for Liam, Crush, and the TV Champion in that order… once I slap them around I’ll be cashing in that World Title match that I’ll be garnering when Team Osh leaves with the victory, and since you’re LATE with the challenge I’ll do you one better. I’ll give you the FIRST crack at me as the IIW World Heavyweight Champion. Let’s see who is scared of who.
UNDER ONE CONDITION.
When you lose, again.
You kneel down and kiss my fucking boots.
I mean I do need to get something out of wasting my time… again. It might be a different story if you held a secondary title or something… but before I go any further, how did you feel to hear your own partner shitting all over YOUR outside accomplishments as well? Liam straight said the SAME federation that YOU are headlining doesn’t exist. The same Liam whose own logic suggests Crush’s “World Title” doesn’t exist either. I mean, WE know he’s so full of shit that not only has his eyes turned brown but he can’t even keep his accent straight throughout his promo.
Country twang one minute… preferred English the next.
YOU have to team with that.
The more I’ve sat back and drank in everyone that is going to be locked inside War Games… I hate to admit it, but you ARE the strongest link to that chain. After I’ve had to sit through all of the stupidity I have finally realized that JUSTIN YORK is Jenny’s BEST chance at victory. That doesn’t mean that the ship doesn’t sink.
The four of you have a huge uphill battle to climb if you think for one sliver of a second that this ends any way other than with Osh having his power restored and the IIW having a firm direction to go down. What you should all be embracing is that now you have me leading the charge to take the IIW global. I am willingly prepared to carry you all on my back and take you to levels that you never thought would be possible. For the first time, you have a legitimate ICON of professional wrestling in your midst whose reputation transcends MANY organizations.
It would be one thing if I just talked out of my ass like Liam or Crush.
It is something completely different when I can back my plays at being one of the greatest of all time. The sooner you all wake up and accept that I’m not the enemy and that I am the money the better off you are going to be. We are all walking into an environment where everyone is going to stake claims to take the victory but the harsh truth is that only one of us will be able to secure that victory. I can’t speak for the rest of you but I am walking into this with a plan that’s going to be executed flawlessly.
There’s been a lot of talk about who is the leaders of the respective teams. Let’s clear that up.
Any questions? According to the people that run the show, you’re taking your lead from yours truly.
I spoke earlier about how six of you have completely shit the bed. Naturally one of the two that have actually delivered is… well me, but the other is you… Mr, Fenix. I’ll be the first to admit when I’m wrong… and when it comes to you I was just that. You are the only guy that delivered something of substance, and I’ll be damn proud to work with you or I’ll be equally as content to go it alone.
I can’t wait to see the look on all of your faces when you see how Worlds Collide ends.
The entire landscape within the IIW changes.
OOC- A few minutes late, cancer sucks. That is all. Posting to prove it was done.
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