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Post by Shaun Hart on Sept 5, 2022 20:24:18 GMT
Match Six ( Anthony Phoenix the former TV Champion and the only man on the roster with a win over current TV Champion Caleb Scott looks to defeat him again and get back his TV Championship but Caleb Scott who looks to get even with Phoenix and prove how great of a Champion he is by knocking off the former Champions. Who will leave with the TV Championship?)
TV Championship standard Singles Match
Anthony Phoenix vs Caleb Scott(c)
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Post by Caleb Scott on Sept 13, 2022 17:48:28 GMT
St. Cloud, MN - 2010 The camera opens to the inside of an office. The walls are dark red with black accents. Bookshelves cover the walls on either side of the large black desk in the middle of the room. Art prints depicting violence and torture hang in the spaces on the wall not covered by the shelves. Sitting at the desk is Amon. Standing in a straight line behind him are the 4 hooded figures. He is shuffling through some papers when he hears a knock on the door. Amon looks up. "Come in."The door slowly opens and Caleb Scott walks in. 6 years have passed since we last saw Caleb being tortured in that chamber. 21 years old now he has grown in many ways, standing taller, his hair growing longer as well as an increase in muscle mass. He begins to walk towards Amon's desk. "You wanted to see me?"Caleb asks as he stands in front of the desk, hands folded in front of him awaiting orders. "I have a task for you, Caleb. Your first real test. As you know, here we are all about violence and mayhem. We strive to disrupt civilization’s order. It's time to see how your training has gone. See if this is really what you want."Caleb stands up straight when he hears this. Excited, it feels like an eternity before he hears what he has to do. "I'm ready to do whatever is needed from me."Amon sits back in his chair and smiles at what he has heard. "That's good to hear, Caleb. You've come a long way in the years you've been here. We've had our issues and hiccups but you're coming along great. Recently we've been having problems with an individual we've been trying to bring in. We've continually reached out and offered the best to this person but they continue to turn us down. I need you to go and be a little more…persuasive. Do you think you can handle this?"Caleb, with a look of determination, nods his head. "I can deal with this."Amon hands Caleb a piece of paper then looks down, continuing his work. "Good. Here is any information you will need. Find him and convince him to join us. He has been wreaking havoc around town and we could use his talents here."Caleb takes the paper, folds it up and puts it in his pocket. "Anything else?"Amon indicates to leave by waving his hand at Caleb, not looking up from his work. Caleb looks behind Amon at the 4 figures before turning around and exiting the office as the camera fades to black. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Detroit, MI - 2022 Caleb jumps awake from a deep sleep. Breathing heavily and sweating he looks around the broken-down hotel room briefly before regaining composure. He turns his body and places his feet on the floor. The Television title sitting on the table across from Caleb, staring back at him. "You aren't going anywhere tonight. I’ve worked too hard for you to go back to Phoenix. You'll be coming back with me. I will not let Phoenix get his hands on you. Tonight, in Detroit, I will finally get my win back. I pinned him in the tag match but I'm not counting that. I want him one on one and I will defeat him and avenge my only loss in IIW."Caleb stands up and walks over to the championship. He lightly runs his hand along the center plate. After gazing at the title for a minute, he turns towards the hotel window and opens the blinds. It is dusk and the sun is setting in the distance. "The sun isn't the only thing receding from this city. Along with the sun, Phoenix’s safety and his chances at beating me leave with it. Even though Phoenix tried to prevent it, I still planted Harpinder Singh on the mat for 3 in my last match and I will do exactly the same to Phoenix.”
All of a sudden Caleb hears a whisper that sounds like it's coming from every corner of the room. A voice that sounds familiar. "Hey, hey."
Caleb looks around the room in confusion, not sure where this voice is coming from. "Over here."Caleb turns and looks at the mirror hanging on the wall. He realizes why the voice sounds familiar. It's his own. "You really think you're going to keep that title? You really think you can beat Phoenix? You may have beaten everyone else you've faced but he's the only one that has defeated you. Why do you think you can beat him this time?Caleb begins to grow increasingly irritated by what the voice is saying. "You think I haven't learned from my mistakes? You think I got this championship by accident? Anthony Phoenix was my 2nd match ever in IIW and since then I have gone on to win every match I've been in. Even overcoming when he has tried to cost me a match. Him doing that tells me one thing, he's scared. Red Alert will be the place where I correct that wrong and walk out of Detroit, Michigan with this piece of IIW gold still around my waist."Caleb keeps talking to the mirror as he moves closer to it. "True but you cost him the International Championship now. Don't you think he'll be extra motivated to defeat you?""He might be extra motivated but that won't help anything. Ultimo Sacrificio, My Turn, Fall From Grace, it doesn't matter what he tries to hit me with. I will reverse it, counter it, kick out of it. I have an answer for anything he throws at me. That is why I'm the Television Champion because I know my opponents better than they know themselves. Now get out of my head!"Caleb slams his head into the mirror, sending a spider crack throughout the surface of the mirror. The mirror cuts Caleb's forehead open and blood begins to run down his face in a single stream down his nose, around his mouth and finally dripping off his chin. Caleb turns back to the hotel window and approaches it, standing inches away from the pane of glass. He then takes his left index finger and wipes it in the blood on his face. He then writes "AP" on the window and puts his hands on the glass, continuing to stare out the window over the city of Detroit. "Anthony Phoenix tried to cost me that victory against Harpinder but even with his attempt, I still overcame and won. He saw what happens when I am toyed with. That is why you don't see the International Championship around his waist. I made sure that wouldn't happen during the battle royal. Now, we finally meet face to face to end this and to battle for the Television Championship that I have clawed my way to attain. By the end of the night, the blood of Anthony Phoenix will run throughout the streets of Detroit and I will stand covered in that blood as the victor. Anthony Phoenix, this has been a long time coming. A long build towards this climax, you pinning me all those weeks ago was you signing your death warrant. At least you can go to the grave knowing you’re the only one to have pinned me.”The camera then cuts to a shot of Caleb from out of his hotel window. As Caleb continues to stare out, the camera zooms out more and more revealing more of the city of Detroit as the darkness continues to consume it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Post by Anthony Phoenix on Sept 15, 2022 5:27:50 GMT
FADE IN
Phoenix is shown standing in the gorilla interview position. The black and gold IIW logo is behind him.
He is still wearing his black and blue wrestling gear as he paces around. Beads of sweat can be seen, made apparent by the lights from overhead.
Phoenix is none too happy over losing his chance to become the IIW International champion due to Caleb Scott's interference.
Suddenly, the internet and now the new backstage interviewer; Ste Davies approaches, microphone in hand. Phoenix, with his back turned, turns around and is startled with Davies' appearance. He just scowls at him in disgust.
SD: I'm stood here with Anthony Phoenix, who just moments ago lost his chance at becoming the next IIW International champion…
Phoenix interrupts Davies and grabs the microphone.
AP: Did you all witness the travesty that just happened? I was poised at getting closer to my goal of becoming IIW's first grand slam champion of the modern era and what happens? That, that, that… piece of crap, Caleb Scott; decides to put his painted nose in my business.
Davies then slightly pulls the microphone back to issue a rebuttal.
SD: Well to be quite fair, you did try it first.
Phoenix scoffs at Davies as he closes his eyes. Phoenix takes a deep breath before he answers.
AP: Look we're not talking about what I did. He's not getting away with this. Since he cost me something, I'm going to cost him the thing he cares most about: the IIW television title.
Davies furrows his brow as he tries to get further clarification.
SD: Whatever do you mean?
Phoenix flashes an evil grin.
AP: Well as you know Red Alert is in the horizon.
Davies nods in understanding.
AP: So I made sure to hedge my bets.
Davies moves the microphone back to continue the conversation.
SD: Hedge your bets?
Phoenix rolls his eyes as he shakes his head.
AP: I had to make sure that, yours truly, the Hardcore Luchadore wouldn't be on the outside looking in so I spoke with the head brass to get a TV title match at the premium live event that would trigger on the event I wouldn't gain the International title. So, you see ladies and gentlemen, on the virtue of his interferance… Caleb signed his own death warrent.
Phoenix pauses. He looks up and flashes a grin like a cat that has just ate a canary.
Suddenly, Stoner appears in the frame immediately to Phoenix's left. He is wearing a Stoner 4:20 t-shirt. A semi stoned smile on his face.
S: Anthoneee, you know you would be International champion if you would just let me help you.
Phoenix's eyes bulge out. He rolls his eyes and lets out a loud sigh before turning around to face Stoner.
AP: Look Stoner, I didn't need your help out there and I certainly DON'T need your help at Red Alert. All that I have accomplished I have done on my own… I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!
Stoner looks a bit dejected as he responds.
S: But Anthoneeeeee, but…
Phoenix holds up his left hand up in Stoner's face as he turns back to Davies.
AP: Caleb Scott, you hear that ticking sound? It's the sound of your time as place holder slowly ticking away. Understand this, I am coming for my title and there is nothing you or anyone else can do about it. And that is not a prediction, it's a gawd damned SPOILER!!! TICK TOCK!!!
Phoenix startes to point to an imaginary watch on his wrist as an evil grin washes over his face.
FADE OUT
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Post by Caleb Scott on Sept 16, 2022 0:11:50 GMT
St. Cloud - 2010 Caleb Scott moves along in the darkness of St. Cloud. He is looking for the target that was assigned to him by Amon. The night air is humid and the full moon provides just enough light for Caleb to move around without issue. Caleb is waiting outside of Ducks Sports Bar on Division Street for the target. Leaning against a wooden fence next to the parking lot, outside of the light from the streetlights along the lot, Caleb watches and waits. "You've been given many chances to join us. This time I'll make sure you do."Caleb notices a man walk out of the bar. He recognizes him as his target and begins to follow from a distance. As he follows, they both cross Division Street heading North. They walk through another parking lot belonging to a strip mall and around the back of the buildings. Here is where Caleb finds his chance as there are no lights and the area is deserted. As he catches up with the man he yells out before he strikes. "Hey!"Caleb grabs the back of his shirt and spins around, throwing him to the ground. Caleb stands over the man, throwing sporadic punches while speaking. "Amon has given you multiple opportunities. You don't just reject a man like him!"Caleb grabs the man by the shoulder and flips him over onto his back. He takes a look at his face and is taken aback. Caleb takes a couple of steps back, shocked by what he has seen. The man is his old friend that he grew up with, Luke. "Caleb!?! What the fuck are you doing?"Caleb is in shock and doesn't know what to say. He stands there staring for a couple of minutes just staring at this person he clearly knows. "Luke? What the hell is this? Why is Amon sending me after you?"
Luke sits up and rubs his neck. "Who the hell is Amon?""The group that has been trying to get you to join them. Why won't you just join?"Luke sits up and shakes his head. "You're part of that madness? They're a ridiculous group running around Cloud trying to recruit people for whatever it is they want. Why are you part of that? They've been following me around trying to join their little freak show."Caleb frantically runs his hands over his head and pacing back and forth for a minute, trying to calm down. "It gave me a purpose rather than running around like a chicken with its head cut off like we used to. Christ, man! I haven't even seen you in years."Luke stands up and comes face to face with Caleb. "If you have any brain inside that skull of yours, you'll get away from that monster and that ridiculous group of outcasts."Caleb has a moment of clarity and seems to realize what Amon has been doing. "I can't believe you would get together with that guy. We grew up together, I figured you would become better than that."A look of disgust washes over Luke's face. "What have you become?"Caleb snaps out of it and gets a look of anger after hearing what Luke just said. "Don't join us. Just leave town. I better never see you around again."Caleb then delivers a strong right hook to Luke's chin, knocking him out, before walking away with the hope that Luke listens to what he said.
Detroit, MI - 2022 Night of Monday Night Mayhem
Caleb Scott is walking through Detroit and comes upon Ford Field. It is a chilly evening and has begun raining. Red Alert is approaching tonight and the crowd has grown outside of Ford Field. Caleb stands across the street and views the massive crowd as they become more and more excited to get inside the arena. The excitement turns to chaos as people in the crowd begin to fight each other. Drops of blood begin to fall with the drops of rain. Caleb stands and watches the people devolve into madness. "Anthony Phoenix, this is your future. Chaos and disorder. The people of Detroit are killing themselves trying to get inside to see me finally put you out of your misery. Situations like this are where I thrive, I've dealt with a lot of shit in my life to get to this point. To become the IIW Television Champion. I will not have it taken away by you."Caleb then puts both arms out towards the crowd and suddenly all of the fans stop what they're doing. They're all in some kind of trance, standing still with their eyes closed but twitching and jerking like something inside of them is fighting to get out. Caleb then walks amongst the people towards Ford Field. "You may be a former Television Champion yourself, you may have been in IIW longer than me, have more experience, be quicker than me, bigger than me but one thing I know for a fact that I am better than you at is violence. At Red Alert, I will show you how violent I can get. Like the battle royal, I will make sure you leave Detroit with another lost opportunity to put gold around your waist and once the destruction is over I will, yet again, stand alone at the top, still the IIW Television Champion."As Caleb approaches the doors to Ford Field, he stops and turns around. Facing the people who are still standing there in their trance, Caleb lifts his arms back up and turns his head to look at the camera. "Anthony Phoenix, your time is up and tonight I will bring you to your Final Resting Place."Caleb then whips his arms down and the crowd snaps out of the trance and they pick up where they left off, attacking each other. Caleb smirks at the crowd before turning and heading into Ford Field. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Post by Anthony Phoenix on Sept 16, 2022 17:14:37 GMT
FADE IN
Anthony Phoenix's private jetliner lands at a private air field in Detroit where a few chosen IIW are stood ready to welcome him.
Along with the fans, a few cameras and of course the IIW crew to handle Phoenix's and his entourages baggage after they deplane.
The sliver and black jet taxies down the runway upon touching down and pulls up to the area where a long red carpet has been placed along with a podium the gold and black IIW logo on front.
The sound of the various wrestling dirt sheet interviewers can be heard as they speak into their respective cameras, talking about the upcoming premium live event and who would be on the card.
The jet suddenly stops as a hush comes over the crowd. The door opens as our emerges, Anthony Phoenix wearing a blue suit and Oakley shades. His jet black hair pulled back in a large pony tail.
Phoenix walks up to the podium as the crowd cheers, while several flash bulbs go off at intervals. Phoenix's theme is also playing.
AP: Ladies and gentlemen it gives me such pleasure… oh hell who the hell am I kidding? I'm only here for one thing and one thing only, getting my Television title back. And when I do, it will be the greatest achievement in IIW history.
Phoenix pauses to make a point.
AP: You see both the International and World titles are in a bit of flux, it has always been in a flux. Whereas the televisions has never been or will ever be. You see the TV and it's holder are and always will be the work horse of this company.
Phoenix pauses again as he nods and smiles.
AP: This is where the current TV champion falls short. You see that person's face should be in every television around the world, representing the brand. That is something Caleb Scott has failed at and he knows it with the way he physically holds into the belt.
Phoenix mimics what Scott has been shown doing lately.
AP: Newsflash, I will take the Television title and show the entire IIW Universe just what the face of this brand looks like.
At that, Phoenix removes his shades and places them in his freshly pressed shirt.
AP: Caleb… I can call you Caleb? I mean we've been down this road before. Well, Caleb; you showed an IIW Universe in complete chaos and disorder. Don't you know I thrive on that… and when I take my title back. I and I alone will restore order in the IIW. Not you and certainly not the CCPE.
Phoenix pauses and rolls his eyes when he mentions them.
AP: But that is a bridge that we will cross later. For now; the focus is on you, Caleb; and the IIW Television title. You say you are violent, guess what? You better hope that this match doesn't descend into violence… I mean I've been known to get a bit violent…
Suddenly the phone rings and Phoenix stops mid sentence to answer. He holds his hand up to the microphone to half muffle the sound. His half of the conversation can still be slightly heard.
AP: I thought told you NOT to call this number. For the last damn time I don't need…
Phoenix pauses briefly and returns to the micriophone.
AP: If you'll excuse me?
Phoenix then returns to the phone as he walks off.
FADE OUT
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