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Post by Shaun Hart on Nov 14, 2022 19:05:48 GMT
Match Two
Uprising Championship
Street Fight Match
John Tolly vs Iron Wolf (c)
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Post by Iron Wolf on Nov 30, 2022 3:25:56 GMT
Iron Wolf looks at a wall in a gymnasium and sniffs. The wall is not padded and the number of footprints on it represent the fact that he’s been on it more than a few times today. The floor is padded and that is something that Iron Wolf is thankful for as he has landed on it awkwardly more than a few times during this training. Vanessa Martinez stands nearby while Pequeno Dinosaurio is off somewhere doing some lifting. Iron Wolf rubs the back of his head with a sheepish smile.
Iron Wolf: Are you sure this is really something I need to be able to do?
Vanessa Martinez: The ability to springboard into a drop kick is an essential tool in a luchador’s toolbox. You are a luchador. Right?
Iron Wolf: Right. It’s just that…you know what? You’re right. I’ll keep doing this until I get it.
Vanessa Martinez: Go!
Iron Wolf runs full speed at the wall, leaping at it, and squatting down against the wall before springing off of the wall into a flip that sees him land directly on his head onto the padded floor as if he just done brainbustered himself. He lays on the floor as if he were shot. Vanessa sighs as if she has seen this more than once today.
Vanessa Martinez: Get up, Wolf.
Iron Wolf sits up and shakes his head with a goofy grin.
Iron Wolf: Maybe you give me a moment to sell the mistake?
Vanessa motions to the rest of the gym where people are working out. Not a soul is watching them more than a glance at a time.
Vanessa Martinez: You sell to a crowd. You don’t have an audience, Wolf. Try it again. Do you think that John Tolly is going to take it so easy on you?
Iron Wolf: Are you taking it easy on me?
Vanessa Martinez: I most certainly am. If I were Tolly, I would have kicked your teeth into the cheap seats while you were laying there “selling the mistake.” Now, get up and do it again.
Iron Wolf: Land on my head again? I don’t know if I like that.
Vanessa sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose for a moment before responding.
Vanessa Martinez: If you do the move right ten times then you can quit, but you haven’t done it right once today. Iron Wolf jumps up to his feet and laughs.
Iron Wolf: I guess I should get to working on it then, eh?
“Right, my friend. A technique serves no purpose unless it is properly mastered.”
Iron Wolf blinks as Pequeno Dinosaurio walks over, having finished his sets. He’s covered in a sheen of sweat in his ring gear. Pequeno clasps Iron Wolf on the shoulder.
Pequeno Dinosaurio: I saw what you were doing last and I think I have the answer to your problems.
Iron Wolf: Yeah?
Pequeno Dinosaurio: First, I think the padded floor is taking just a step off of your speed going at the wall and second, you have no target for your dropkick to make sure that it has a chance to hit. I shall stand in as your target. Agreed?
He walks over and begins to fold up the padding on the floor to take it away as Iron Wolf watches nervously.
Iron Wolf: WHat if I fall on my head again?
Pequeno Dinosaurio looks at Iron Wolf with absolute certainty.
Pequeno Dinosaurio: You will not fail.
The confidence in Pequeno’s tone makes Iron Wolf nod.
Iron Wolf: Let’s do this shit.
Pequeno Dinosaurio gets into position and Iron Wolf preps himself to run. He starts in and Vanessa grabs him by the arm to stop him. She looks to Pequeno.
Vanessa Martinez: Are you sure that you want Iron Wolf to drop kick you, Pequeno?
Pequeno Dinosaurio: We are who we are, Vanessa. Besides, a simple drop kick isn’t bad. Ready, Wolf?
Iron Wolf: Ready, my friend.
He runs at the wall, no misstep due to going from regular floor to padded floor. He leaps at the wall, lands in a squatting position, and leaps away from the wall into a flipping drop kick that hits Pequeno Dinosaurio directly in the chest.
Vanessa claps her hands as she watches Pequeno hit the floor. Both he and Iron Wolf bounce back up to their feet. Pequeno Dinosaurio getting back into position and nods to Iron Wolf.
Pequeno Dinosaurio: Again.
Iron Wolf smiles and gets into position so that he can do it again. Vanessa walks away from the scene of Iron Wolf springboard, moonsault dropkicking Pequeno Dinosaurio for a moment. She looks at the camera.
Vanessa Martinez: John Tolly. You think that you’ll be able to defeat my client without some kind of shady undertaking? I don’t think that will be the case. He defeated someone in that crazy match to win the Uprising match in the first place to win the title by the rules. You won’t take him now that he is on to your skullduggery. You’ll have to take him in front of him instead of from behind. I don’t think that’s something that you can manage to do, John Tolly. The Uprising title is just going to have to stay with the current champion. If you were not sure, John, that’s my client here and not you, the former champion. You might cry and whine that you were not pinned or defeated in any conventional way, but you lost by the rules of the match when someone else was defeated. That’s not the fault of my client so much as it is management’s fault for not booking a one on one match in the first place.
Vanessa turns to watch as Iron Wolf drills Pequeno Dinosaurio with another picture perfect drop kick. Pequeno gets up, dusts himself off, and gets back into position like a champion.
Vanessa Martinez: Are you going to be sad when Iron Wolf defeats you in the middle of the ring in a fair way? I know he will work you to your core and make you want to slink back under the rock that you came out from under. He will take you beyond your limits as your hunger to reclaim the title will come up wanting.
As Iron Wolf hits a tenth perfect drop kick, even adding a corkscrew action to his moonsault for extra flair to his dropkick, Vanessa motions to them both.
Vanessa Martinez: Great! Hit the showers so we can check on Union Jack at the hospital before getting something for dinner.
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Post by John Tolly on Dec 1, 2022 0:56:54 GMT
The scene opens on John Tolly in a wrestling ring in a gym, he's leaning against the ropes as sweat drips from his forehead.
John: Last week you asked a question. You asked why I cared so much about the Uprising title? Why didn't I just move on and go after another title? It's simple, its because I feel I didn't truly lose that belt. You got lucky plain and simple!
He steps away from the ropes.
John: oh you can walk around with the belt and call yourself the champ, but let's be honest, you have this clawing thought at the back of you're head don't you. This thought that can I truly call myself the Uprising champion when I never pinned the former title holder?
He smirks
John: You can put on all the pretenses you want but we both know the truth. It eats at you doesn't it? You need to know that you truly earned that belt and the only way you can do that is by bearing the best technical wrestler in the world...me!
John chuckles
John: but I hate to burst your bubble but that is not going to happen. Do you know why? It's simple, I'm willing to do what it takes. You're so obsessed with "beating me clean"
John laughs and shakes his head.
John: You want to play the honorable warrior card?
He shrugs
John: be my guest, but this is a street fight which means my hands aren't tied, I can do what ever I want and I have the determination and will to do what it takes. You want to beat me? You're not going to do it with this goody beat you clean bullshit.
He shakes his head
John: no...You want to beat me you are going to have to claw and scrap. You are going to have to be willing to get dirty. So the question is...are you willing to do as much to keep that title as I am to take it back? See ya in Spain, Iron Wolf
Scene fades to black
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Post by Iron Wolf on Dec 1, 2022 4:15:56 GMT
Outside of the hospital where Union Jack is being essnetially held against his will so that the leg can be looked at, Iron Wolf stands just outside of the hospital grounds where the workers take their smoke breaks. He lights a cigarette with a smile.
Iron Wolf: Oh ho, John Tolly is right about something. It does eat at me that I did not defeat you in the ring to take your title from you and took someone else down instead. It was a dirty victory. I don’t blame myself, of course. I blame management for lumping a bunch of people together and calling it a match. Insane.
He flicks ashes onto the ground and watches as a nurse from Union Jack’s floor walks out to smoke her a quick cigarette herself.
Iron Wolf: How’s Jack doing?
She looks at him blankly for a moment before recognition hits. You don’t get a whole lot of masked people in the hospital visiting with other masked people.
Nurse: He's as comfortable as he can be. We have him on a morphine drip to handle the pain. He wants to leave, but the Doctor will not sign off on that yet. So, he’s a bit…a lot…cantankerous.
Iron Wolf laughs, flicking ashes onto the ground again.
Iron Wolf: Maybe an “accidental” smack to the leg will bring him around right to his situation.
The nurse giggles. She’s clearly thought of this already. She sighs as her cell phone goes off. She looks at it quickly and puts out her cigarette, putting the half back into the pack.
Nurse: Speak of the devil. He has to use the bathroom, though the last time he said that he just wanted me to…how did he put it? “Give him a nice wank.”
She heads back into the hospital and Iron Wolf lights up another cigarette.
Iron Wolf: You know, John. I hadn’t actually read the rules for our match. Street fight, you say? That’s actually right down my alley. You see, I kinda hate being the Iron Wolf. I like being…well, I can’t really say since I am the Iron Wolf right now. Long play and all that. But street fight? No rules? I think I can cut loose a little. As a matter of fact…
He reaches into a pocket and produces a pair of bloodstained brass knuckles that read PIE on the end. He slides them onto his right hand and shadow boxes a few punches into the air.
Iron Wolf: You’ll be left with a fucking mouthful of bloody fucking chicklets when I get through with you, Tolly. You want to fight a fucking war? I will give you a fucking war. This wolf has got teeth!
“Oh my.”
Iron Wolf blinks and sees that Vanessa Martinez and Pequeno Dinosaurio are standing behind him. He smiles.
Iron Wolf: Through visiting Union Jack? I would have come up too, but the visitor limit is two.
Vanessa’s expression is one of someone who has seen a ghost.
Vanessa Martinez: Such language that I would expect from Jack, but not you! Are you alright?
Iron Wolf: Yeah, I’m alright, Vanessa. John Tolly getting a little under my skin I reckon. I’ll handle him swiftly in the ring.
Pequeno grabs Iron Wolf by the right wrist and brings up the PIE brass knuckles. He narrows his eyes at Wolf.
Pequeno Dinosaurio: Where did you get this, mi amigo?
Iron Wolf pulls his wrist out of Pequeno’s grasp and smiles large.
Iron Wolf: I took it off of that guy that leads the clowns that have a problem with me. I don’t recall his name, he had long hair.
Pequeno Dinosaurio: You took this weapon from Gabriel Tuck? No wonder they have problem with you, mi amigo. Keep your wits about you should he try to get this back.
Iron Wolf: Of course, my friend. I will probably dispose of it once I have used it on John Tolly.
Pequeno Dinosaurio: That would be for the best. Shall we get to the hotel to rest up?
Iron Wolf: Yeah. I’m ready for a good sleep.
Pequeno Dinosaurio: Good. I have a new technique for you to try tomorrow.
Iron Wolf: I can’t wait…
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