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Post by Shaun Hart on Aug 8, 2022 13:59:05 GMT
(As we saw on last Mayhem Bob Mitchell has return with a new client to enhance in the form of the The Oncoming Storm Anthony Tudor who looks ready to begin a new path of destruction, but Michael Hunter stands in his way and looks to send him back down a path of loses. Who will win when these two titans collide?)
Match Three
Standard Singles Match
Michael Hunter vs Anthony Tudor w/ Bob Mitchell
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Post by Bob Mitchell on Aug 20, 2022 14:48:40 GMT
Undisclosed gym. 9:42 pm.
There's a big open space in a gym that looks not unlike many others with bright LED lighting over a sterile polished floor and cool off-white walls lined with mirrors. Opposite those mirrors are a variety of weight machines, bench presses, leg presses, nothing that stands out. Flanking the weight machines are cardio equipment. Stationary bikes, tread mills and the like.
Opposite of that is where out attention is drawn. There we find a large mat covered area and a wall covered with thick padding reaching nearly to the ceiling. The important part of this area is that it's currently inhabited by the “Oncoming Storm” Anthony Tudor and a much smaller man of Armenian decent.
Bob Mitchell: There's a world of difference between showing off for the camera and actually doing the work.
Contrary to most times we see these sorts of scenes, Tudor is not in the process of annihilating the other man in some staged display of his combat prowess. Instead the pair are running through drills designed to teach one how to close the gap between him and his opponent, and how to defend against the same.
Bob Mitchell: You see for over a year now this man here...
He indicates Anthony Tudor.
Bob: This man is used to coming on your television or device or whatever you're putting your eyeballs on these days and cursing out his opponents and swearing to their decimation, but the problem being more often than not he found himself in some sort of hospital stay.
See Anthony Tudor has always had the tools it takes to go far in professional wrestling, but he's always lacked the right hand to guide him. Before he had a coach but let's face it that coach was like so many leeches that have infested IIW lately, a blood sucking parasite willing to tell him how great he is rather than someone teaching him how to use all these tools he's naturally been given.
So is it any surprise that over the last few months while Tudor has been in and out of hospitals to fix a variety of what turned out to be fairly minor problems, that he'd tune into Mayhem every other Monday night and see just what a sorry state of affairs things have become.
In the background the smaller coach takes Tudor to the mat hard and the two struggle for position in an aggressive Jiu Jitsu exchange.
Bob: No sooner does that blithering alcoholic Osh steal IIW back but things start to decline immediately. Look at where we are now... World Champion hurt and they can't even hold an Elimination Chamber match to crown a new one without royally fucking that up. How hard is it to have one match to have a clear winner? And in their infinite lack of creativity they pick a match that should naturally lend itself to a decisive end, but at the end of the night some outsider that wasn't even in the match ends up holding the title.
Shame.
You've fucked over my company that I worked hard to keep from collapsing. You've got this welcoming committee now made up of johnny-come-latelys and outsiders, and the one fucking guy that makes sense to actually BE part of that group, Bam Miller... More like Bitch Miller. Remember when that guy was great? Remember when he had fire and wanted to prove himself back when he was a part of my team that actually effected change here in IIW and ushed in a new golden age for this company? What happened to that guy? Now his yet ANOTHER bitch holding the bags of someone who wouldn't even get a job here under my watch.
Oh of course, then there's the issue of the International Championship. Word around the water cooler is that the top two titles in IIW are in the hands of the vacant.
I give you two of the best reigns from the two all-time greatest IIW World Champions in history and the minute I go you can't even hold onto someone to fill those shoes.
He pauses to watch his newest charge, with all his size, struggle to maintain position over his smaller, but much more experienced sparring partner.
Bob: So imagine my surprise one day when I'm enjoying my self-imposed sabbatical back here in the good ol' US of A watering my front lawn when my phone buzzes and the voice on the other end belongs to Anthony Tudor.
See Tudor there saw just the same thing I saw. IIW is as weak as it's ever been. The mighty juggernaut I built over a year has been critically injured and even a guy like Tudor who came to IIW to see how he could hang with the best in the business saw that now's the time.
Now's the time for the Oncoming Storm to finally hit. Now's the time for a storm of biblical proportions to hit IIW like the natural disaster it is and wash away all the filth and rot that's been allowed to infect our company. Now's the time for a Tudor to come to IIW, hit hard, and reign supreme. But the Anthony Tudor of the past didn't have the focus or training he needed to reign over IIW.
So he called me.
Here I am, because I've known for a very long time that Anthony Tudor has everything he needs to be one of the greatest that's ever been in an IIW ring, he just needed someone to help him put it all together, so he came to me.
More than anyone else I've proven time and time again I am the one to make champions. I did it with that second-generation loud mouth. I took The Commander and made him one of the best International Champions of all time in a very short amount of time. I even made a green as goose shit cowboy a multiple time champion. Just imagine the possibilities with a 6'5, 265 force of nature wrapped in human flesh. Don't bother imagining it, starting Monday night I'll show you.
And that brings us to you Michael Hunter.
One time, long ago, you were one of the top guys in IIW. Once upon a time you had all the tools to be where Anthony Tudor is going now, but that was long ago and you fell off big time. I brought you back to show what you still have, and I suspect with the right guidance you could reach that mountain top again, especially with how frail the IIW has become, but you're stubborn and pig headed so instead of reaching those heights again you're just going to be the next victim of the Oncoming Storm.
It's kind of sad, don't you think, that after the epic ass-kicking you're going to get on Monday night that you will be the one to warn everyone. You'll be the harbinger of the storm, but there's no one that will believe you.
Tudor has been around for some time and you've never reached your old heights so when you've been left a husk of what you were in the ring by the gentleman-killer, no one will believe you. When you warn of what Anthony Tudor has become, of what he's becoming, no one will believe you because you don't have the gravitas of believability anymore. No one's going to really believe that the Oncoming Storm has arrived until they're caught out in the open and experience it first hand. And you know what? We're fine with that.
We focus again on the mat struggle between Tudor and his new instructor and as we fade out Tudor has gotten control and started to savagely reign elbows down on his new tutor.
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