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Post by Kalvin "Kal" Dayspring on Dec 28, 2022 0:01:50 GMT
Champion vs Champion! The first Main Event in Combat history who will walk out on the winning side? The momentum going into the Global Title Match could be everything! Caleb Scott Iron Wolf
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Post by Caleb Scott on Jan 4, 2023 16:50:10 GMT
Minnesota December 11th, 2022 4:54 pm
------------------------------------------ The camera opens to show snow covered trees deep in the Minnesota woods. The sun is trying to shine through as it starts to set but the clouds are too thick. In the distance, a chain can be heard as it's being dragged along the frozen ground. From a view from the ground, a set of feet walk over the camera and into frame revealing Caleb Scott. In one hand, he is holding a jaw trap with the chain dragging behind him and in the other is Caleb's chain-wrapped bat. He then stops and the camera approaches him and closes in on his face which has a disappointed look covering it. The weight of the loss at the Ice Crown Rumble clearly still hangs on Caleb's mind. "The Ice Crown Rumble has come and gone, a week since I stepped in that ring amongst some of the best. However, I stand here a failure. I had made it to the final three. Yes, three because Shaun does not count. He thinks he can run into any match he wants and participate. Is that how we do things in IIW now? Well, that's good to know. I may have to keep that bit of information in my back pocket for a rainy day. But I digress. I may not have won the Ice Crown Rumble, but I showed that I am one that is here to stay in IIW. I came in at five and outlasted damn near every other opponent in that ring. Now, my dominance will continue to grow on Combat. The time has finally come. The inaugural episode of Combat is coming, and I am in the main event facing off against Iron Wolf. A man who made quite the debut back in September when he was in the International Championship Battle Royal, even eliminating Anthony Phoenix in the process. A man that, like me, also holds IIW gold and has achieved success in a short amount of time. Yet also a man that sneaks around making deals in the shadows to take over whatever it is he is trying to take control of, a Luchador that doesn't fly, a Luchador that gets his mask stolen by ATG. But now he has been chosen as the first victim I will sacrifice on Combat. Ever since I found out I would be making the jump from Mayhem to Combat, I have been keeping my eye on the roster and watching it grow. Speaking of the Combat roster, a good chunk of it will be involved in the Global Qualifier. A match that has serious implications because at the next episode of Combat I will be in the ring with six of the men in that match. As for the Mayhem roster, they can consider themselves lucky that they were able to escape my grasp but let’s not forget that The Purge is everywhere. We have eyes in every city so even if I can’t take anyone out on Mayhem, The Purge can.”You can see Caleb's breath float off into the air as he speaks. He squints his eyes trying to prevent the cold wind from battering them. The Minnesota cold refuses to relent as ice begins to form in Caleb's hair. He tries to ignore the stinging cold against his face as he talks. The sun continues to go down, causing the weather to get colder. "Wolf, you've been pretty lucky thus far in IIW. Gotten plenty of opportunities since you arrived here back in September. Getting two title shots in your first four matches, it's no wonder you're the Uprising Champion. Hell, you could’ve walked out of Explosion as a double champion, nearly getting the Tag titles with Pequeño. It seems as if IIW is doing everything in their power to try and drape you in gold. I'm surprised I didn't see you in the Ice Crown Rumble, the way your luck is going maybe you could've won. But now you're about to face your biggest challenge yet and your luck and good fortune has run out. You may have some confidence coming into this match after your victory against Tolly, but I assure you it is misplaced. Nothing you have done and nothing you can do will prepare you for this match. I will paint Hampton a crimson red as I spill your blood, the crowd will be deafened by the sound of your bones breaking. I may not have faced you before, but you have been lucky enough to be my partner in the ring. So, I have some familiarity with how you operate in the ring, and I will exploit it and put you on your back for the three count."Caleb throws the trap and his bat on the ground and drops to his knees. He briefly stares down at the tools before reaching down and grabbing the trap. "Combat is my show and I will show that to everyone on the Combat roster by making an example out of you. Pequeño Dinosaurio is going to have to help you learn a lot more than a couple new springboard moonsault moves if you're going to have any chance of survival against me. At least you're slowly changing from being a flightless Luchador by learning those. Maybe whoever that clown was that you handed the briefcase off to can help or maybe you can use those brass knuckles you stole from Gabriel Tuck because you cannot beat me straight up, you will need all the help you can get."Caleb's hands are off screen, but he continues to move and manipulate the trap in the snow. The gusts of wind barely move Caleb's partially frozen hair. As the sun finally sets and darkness envelops the landscape, everything becomes dead silent. The wind stops, the clanking of the chain ceases, the moment looking frozen in time as Caleb kneels on the ground. Over Caleb’s shoulders, in the background, four masks light up in the pitch black. The Purge Followers stand amongst the trees behind Caleb but the only thing we can see is the light of their masks. They don’t move, their masks look like they're floating in the darkness. Then a brief flash scatters across the ground before light from four flames begin to grow as torches are lit. Caleb’s drudges have also appeared in the woods to provide some light for Caleb to continue his work. "You know, if there's one thing we had to deal with in Minnesota it was wolves. They'd move through an area, killing livestock, attacking people's pets. They're predators and can cause extensive damage. So, when wolves would start coming around, we would have to take action to protect what was ours. Now, a different kind of wolf threatens to take me down and destroy what I have built here in IIW. But like any other wolf, they can be easily taken out with the proper tools. Ryan McCann didn't have the proper tools when you pinned him to win the Uprising title. John Tolly didn't have the proper tools when you defeated him at Explosion to keep that Uprising Championship. But come Combat, I will have everything needed to dispose of such an invasive nuisance."Caleb then stands up and looks down at the snow. The masks of the Purge Followers still lit up in the background. As Caleb stands there, Ryan Hawkins moves into the frame, standing behind Caleb and looking down at the ground with him. The camera then tilts down and shows the jaw trap has been set and the bat lying next to the trap. “The time has come. Is everything ready for the debut episode of Combat? The Purge can now spread through Mayhem and Combat."Hawkins places his hand on Caleb’s shoulder. “Everything will be ready. It will all go down as planned. Wolf, Pequeño Dinosaurio, not even Kalvin Dayspring can prevent the inevitability of our plans at Combat. January 13th in Hampton, Virginia will go down as one of the most important nights in IIW history. The poor souls that have migrated over to Combat will learn that this is not only my show but The Purge’s show and when that dark cloud hovers and blood falls from the sky, we will be standing alone at the top of the mountain while they run and cower from our presence."Ryan nods in agreement then begins to back up and fade away into the darkness. The Purge Followers masks then begin to disappear one by one in the darkness behind Caleb until the rest of The Purge has disappeared and Caleb is alone again. He then looks back up into the camera. "Wolf, you may have had a shred of success during your short IIW career but that ends now. The Purge and I have plans that you cannot even begin to comprehend, that go far beyond our little battle. You are just another obstacle that is in my way, and I will move you like I have to so many before you. You are just a wild animal that needs to be put down and I will do exactly that at the Hampton Coliseum. Friday the 13th, a fitting day for me to bring you to your Final Resting Place."The camera zooms in on Caleb's cold face. Ice has formed on his eyelashes, but the Granite City Sadist maintains an unyielding stare while the light from the distant torches bounces on his face. The camera then tilts down to again show the jaw trap, set and ready in the snow. Then the torches quickly extinguish, cutting the scene to black. ______________________________________________________________________
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Post by Iron Wolf on Jan 6, 2023 16:37:04 GMT
Out in the wilderness, Iron Wolf sat by a small fire at a campground. It was really where he felt the best, out in the wilds. He usually had companions for this kind of thing, but he cannot have them around right now for the disguise.
For the game.
He drinks some of a beer as he sits in a lawn chair by the fire. His gaze wandered over to where the IIW Uprising title belt sits on the ground. The firelight reflecting off of its metal plates.
What was he going to do? He had a mission to accomplish. He had a debt to settle. Only things have changed. Things are different. Pequeno Dinosaurio and Union Jack took him in as a friend. The fans have taken him in as a hero. The gold title laying on the ground was proof of all of the support that he had been given.
Iron Wolf sighs and lights up a cigarette. Union Jack, last he had heard, was still in the hospital after that clown attacked him with a lead pipe. The fact that they trusted him to take Jack’s place in the tag team title match spoke volumes. How could he betray that trust? How could he not?
He had intended to take each of them down in vengeance for their treatment of him when he was…in his previous life. But now…now he calls them friends.
Now, he calls them friends.
He flicks ashes onto the ground as he stares into the fire, his conscience wrestling with him. He knows what they have done to him in the past. He knows that they deserve everything that they are going to get. And yet…
Iron Wolf: Fuck me.
He downs the rest of his beer and throws it into the fire. He grabs another one from a cooler by his chair and pops it open, downing nearly half of it in a single draught. He sighs, finishes his cigarette, and flicks the butt into the fire as well.
Iron Wolf: Caleb Scott. Right about now, you’re thinking that you’re just going to get by me. You’re thinking that my success in the ring is great, but that it’s going to be short lived when it runs headlong into you.
He just shakes his head and lights himself another cigarette. They're gonna be the death of him, but what won’t be the death of him in the end of it all?
Iron Wolf: You have plans going on. Plans within plans that I suppose I can’t even begin to understand the scope of. I don’t give a fuck. There. I said it. I just don’t give a fuck what you’re planning to do in the Combat show. I don’t give a fuck what you plan to do within the IIW. I don’t give a fuck with what you plan to do with wrestling in general. You think I don’t have plans?
He takes a long drag from his cigarette and slowly breathes out the cloud of smoke with a happy, chuckling sigh.
Iron Wolf: You know that Union Jack is going to get better. He and Pequeno Dinosaurio are going to be tag team champions. I have a championship sitting over there now. We will show you, show the world, what a group of like minded friends can do in the wrestling industry. We will dominate over scum licking swine like you and yours. We come from different backgrounds and places, but we have found in each other a friendship that has been forged in competition. We have found in each other the will to succeed. They…my friends…make me a better man. They make me want to prove myself and learn how to become a better wrestler.
He takes another drag from his cigarette and stares off into the fire for a time, without speaking. When he looks back to the camera, his eyes are a bit moist, but he blinks back the tears.
Iron Wolf: So, I see that you grew up hard, Caleb. See, I grew up hard too. I can’t really get into my past right now, because of…reasons, but let’s just say.I had the short end of the stick a lot. Have you ever been tossed off a bridge and onto a running train? I nearly died. Anyway, this isn’t a hardness measuring contest. This is simply a match between you and me. I don’t even think that our titles are on the line at this time. Nothing at stake, but our pride. Do I have this feeling that you will cheat to try to get the win? Yes, I feel that. I feel that your plans are megalomaniac in scope. I’m curious as to what they might be, but I’m not going to be losing sleep over whatever you think that you and yours will accomplish. You won’t be defeating me in the ring. Just get that fact through your head.
He flicks his latest spent cigarette into the fire and downs the rest of his beer, tossing that in too.
Iron Wolf: I mean. I’m not going to go into this match and think that it’s going to be an easy win. That would be arrogant of me, but make no mistake. This is a match that I am going to win. This is a match that will show all of Combat that my star is rising as the title would suggest. This match will show the world that the Iron Wolf is the main event.
He pulls another beer out of the cooler and pops it open. He’s about to take a drink from it when he hesitates. He sets the beer down on the ground next to his chair and pulls out his smartphone. He flips through the contacts and dials a number.
Iron Wolf: Hey, it’s me. Listen…I don’t think I want to go through with this anymore. It’s just…they…they’re my friends now. So, tell her. Tell her I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m just going to remain the Iron Wolf. That’ll…that’ll be good enough.
He hangs up the phone and straight up drinks the beer until it’s gone, throwing the empty bottle into the fire.
Iron Wolf: I am Iron Wolf and I am the Uprising Champion.
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Post by Caleb Scott on Jan 9, 2023 19:31:27 GMT
Caleb finds himself in an abandoned battlefield, the edge of the field surrounded by trees. Smoke creeps across the ground, through the trenches and around the chevaux de frise scattered throughout the war-torn land. Barbed wire wraps around wooden barriers and with the pitch-black sky, the fires raging in the background provide the only source of light. Caleb looks around, confused at first, but he slowly begins to settle in and appreciate the landscape around him, becoming comfortable with the destruction. He starts walking through the wreckage and scans the area, looking for any signs of life. “Well, this looks exactly like the kind of place I want to be."After taking a few steps, he hears screams coming from multiple people from all directions, followed by a loud rumble of thunder as lightning then scatters across the sky. Caleb stops and looks in the distance towards the tree line. The trees are rustling as Caleb waits to see what kind of nightmare is approaching. Coming out of the tree’s steps John Tolly, PG-13, Tex Attwater and Obsidian. Caleb then looks to the trees to his left and out steps Amadeus Fox, Andre Cash, and Iron Wolf. “Here we go…” Caleb whispers to himself. To Caleb's right, we see K-Jax, Jack Tyde, Ryan McCann and The Silence step up and stare over at Caleb. Anthony Phoenix, TJ Alexander, and The Hamilton Establishment step out of the trees behind Caleb. The rest of the Combat roster steps out, filling in the spaces between the men that first stepped out. Rain begins to pour over the land, soaking all the wrestlers and turning the ground into a thick pile of mud. The entire roster has made its way onto the battlefield and closed in, surrounding Caleb. Caleb slowly looks at all the men surrounding him before putting his arms out to the side. "Well, what are you waiting for!?!" The circle of Combatants all begin to charge toward Caleb, closing the circle around him. Caleb puts his fists up to his face which has water running off it in streams and prepares for combat. Caleb is ready for a fight and won't back down. The determination and rage grow on his face as he prepares for the crowd that closes in on him. Getting closer, Caleb cocks his fist back and goes to swing at whatever unfortunate soul reaches him first. The roster is inches from Caleb and begin to collapse on him when suddenly the screen cuts to black. Days Inn Hampton, VA 1/13/2023------------------------------------- A view of Caleb’s sleeping face fills the screen. Eventually his eyes begin to slowly open as he begins to wake up and realize where he is. All of the traveling involved with IIW, Caleb rarely remembers what city he is in but he won’t forget this city. Hampton, VA where the debut episode of Friday Night Combat is set to begin hours from now. An episode that Caleb finds himself in the main event with another IIW champion, Iron Wolf. He begins to rub his face with both hands. “What a dream that was.”Caleb moves and sits on the side of the bed as he looks around the drab hotel room. The old TV sits on a worn-out wooden dresser that has seen better days. Next to the TV lies Caleb’s Television Championship, a belt he has held for five months now with no signs of slowing down during his reign. No championships on the line tonight but Caleb knows it’s still an important match tonight. “Neither of our titles are on the line tonight but tonight isn’t about championships. It's about pain and agony, about using Iron Wolf as a message to the rest of the roster, the message that I am here to claim Combat as my show and the rest of the roster will come to fear me. Speaking of Iron Wolf..."
Caleb looks into the camera. "Iron Wolf thinks the people have accepted him as some hero. But what kind of a hero sneaks behind their friends' backs to handle untold business? Who are you really, Iron Wolf? Are you what your name implies? Just a wolf waiting to attack, no matter who it is. Pequeño, Jack, someone else, does it matter to you who you hurt? Who is it you're keeping behind closed doors? Eventually, the truth will come out and when it does, will you be able to handle the consequences? You're no hero, Wolf. You put on that façade but at the end of the day you take off your mask and you wish you could give in to that darkness. That darkness that was forced upon you when you fell towards that train. The darkness that makes you sneak around behind your friends’ backs. The darkness that makes you sit around and try to drown it in beer and cigarettes. You can try to fool me with your attempt at apathy, but I know you care how this match turns out. You're a wolf that's craving the taste of that Global Championship victory. We'll be back in the ring together again on the next episode of Combat, so I know you're taking this seriously because I know you want that Global Championship just as badly as I do. Have you forgotten how similar we are? Championships around our waists in a short amount of time, coming to Combat for a fresh start and hoping to push forward to reach that mountain top. Except when you finally place that grasping hand on top of the peak, I will already be there to knock you back down where you belong. Iron Wolf will never be good enough."Caleb then reaches for the TV remote that is sitting on the nightstand. Turning on the TV, Caleb flips through the channels until he finds what he is looking for. An IIW broadcast that is talking about the upcoming episode of Combat. "...will feature Caleb Scott and Iron Wolf in a non-title match. Both men coming off successful title defenses at Explosion last month and will now face each other in the main event of the very first episode of Combat. They must be very excited to be part of history."Caleb faintly scoffs at the TV as he watches. "Excited? Excitement is the last thing I feel. I spent the final four months of 2022 as Television Champion. I have loved it but there's something that keeps creeping through my mind. It's not enough. If I'm going to take over Combat, then I need to have more than just the Television Championship. I will always be the Television Champion, but I need more…and in 2023, I will get it.""Caleb and Iron Wolf will also automatically be entered in the Global Championship Match on the next Combat. Joining the six winners from tonight's Global Qualifier match."A slight smirk accompanied by a devilish stare wash over Caleb's face. "The Global Championship. After I make Iron Wolf another one of my victims tonight, I will unfortunately have to see him again in the Global Championship match. That is my chance to become the first IIW Global Champion, to become a double champion, to become the name everyone will think of when they think of Friday Night Combat."Caleb stands up and walks over to the dresser, standing in front of his Television Championship. He stares down at it for a brief minute before placing his hand on the center plate. "I have had gold around my waist for the majority of my time in IIW and I will add to that collection."Caleb then steps back and stands in the middle of his hotel room, the report on Combat continues from the TV in the background. "But until then, my focus is tonight. Not only my match when I break Iron Wolf's legs and ground that Luchador for good but that Global Qualifier match. Six of those men will be my opponents at the second episode of Combat so I need to pay close attention to them. I have a little experience with a couple of them, Anthony Phoenix and TJ Alexander. A couple of my old foes. TJ tried, but failed, to take my Television Championship away at Explosion. Now he’s back to try to take the Global Championship away from me.”Caleb’s attention turns back to the TV. “The Global Qualifier match will give us six winners with one of the entrants, the Wild Card, being a winner from tonight’s other matchups, with those final six going on to the next episode of Combat to battle for the Global Championship with Caleb Scott and Iron Wolf. The match type has yet to be announced but with so many competitors involved, one can only imagine what Kalvin Dayspring has up his sleeves.”Glaring at the TV, Caleb then begins to pace around the room with his head down. “I need to keep a close watch on that Global Qualifier match. Kalvin was given a show so I’m sure he’s going to do whatever he can to impress his bosses. Try to prove he deserves to run Combat. I’m sure whatever match he announces for the Global Championship, it will not make my life any easier. But it won't stop me from making everyone on Combat realize who is really in charge.”Caleb walks over to a chair in the corner and grabs his leather jacket, swinging it around his shoulders and putting it on. He then grabs the Television Championship and slings it over his shoulder before walking towards the door and leaving his hotel room. He leaves the hotel and begins walking down the sidewalk, the Hampton Coliseum a short distance from the hotel. The sun sets as the minutes continue to count down to Combat’s debut episode and Caleb walks up to the Hampton Coliseum. The large crowd of people are slowly filing into the building while Caleb watches. "Iron Wolf, you still have a chance to save yourself. This match will only cause you pain and suffering so I'll understand if you, for your own sake, decide to not even show up. But if you do, I hope you have your funeral arrangements in order because tonight, Friday the 13th, will be your final night of existence."Caleb then begins to walk closer to the Coliseum as the camera watches. Eventually the camera pans over to a video screen which flashes the Combat logo before the scene fades to black. ____________________________________________________
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Post by Iron Wolf on Jan 11, 2023 7:02:34 GMT
Iron Wolf lays in a tent out at a campsite. His campfire has dimmed some and he is bedding down for the night before he makes the trip the rest of the way to the arena. He smiles as he looks to the camera.
Iron Wolf: Oh, you’re here again. Caleb, of course there’s a darkness within me. It was there long before the incident with the train. That was from…nevermind what that was from. The point is we each have two wolves within us. I have been feeding them both equally, the dark and the light. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up before one or the other takes control. I wouldn’t want to be you if it happens during our match though.
Iron Wolf sighs and takes off the blanket so that he can go back out to the chair by the campfire. He sits down and grabs a fresh beer from the cooler, opening it with his eye socket.
Iron Wolf: You want to take control of Combat. I have no such ambitions. Do I want a title with greater glory than the Uprising title? Sure. Why not? I don’t have to take control of a whole show to get what I want. I don’t have dreams where I have to take on the entire roster. I did hear some rumors though.
He takes a drink from his beer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand with a satisfied smile.
Iron Wolf: Sleep is for the weak anyway. If I drink enough of these, I’m sure I will fall asleep at some point. I heard that you will be alone. The Purge people from Mayhem? Not allowed to appear on Combat. I would imagine some kind of conflict happened between the general managers of each show that made things break down, but what do I know? I’m just a wolf.
He takes another drink from his beer and then lights himself a cigarette.
Iron Wolf: You say I have a chance to save myself if I just don’t show up for the match. What kind of example would I be setting for the children if I acted like a scared little child and didn’t come to the main event. I would be letting management down. I would be letting the fans down. I would be letting my friends and myself down.
Iron Wolf finishes his beer and throws it into the dying fire. He stands up and throws a few more logs onto the fire to get it going again.
Iron Wolf: Caleb. I can’t say for certain that I’m going to win this match we are going to have. I can say for certain that I WILL show and that I WILL give it my all to try to win. If you defeat me, fine. If I win, fine. I won’t be your little example to the rest of the roster. If anything happens during the match that should not happen, I am sure that Pequeno or Jack would support me against you. The you that will be coming down to the ring all by himself since his teammates from the Purge are banned from Combat.
Iron Wolf takes a drag from his cigarette and smiles as he blows the smoke out.
Iron Wolf: I’m sure that you already know that you have to go into this match solo. Does it eat into you that Shaun Hart is such an idiot that he would do this to you? He’s afraid that we would send them all packing back to Mayhem with injuries to slow them down there. Maybe it’s just the lack of control. Maybe…maybe I am unconcerned about what gets Hart’s panties in a bunch since I had saved him from an attack and he lied to say that it wasn’t really him.
He just shrugs and flicks his cigarette butt into the fire. He finishes his beer and tosses it into the fire too before reaching into that cooler and getting another beer.
Iron Wolf: I don’t play politics. I don’t play control games. I just get into the ring and show the world what I can do. Nothing special. Nothing fancy. Just a fight. I have been training extra hard to become more of a Mexican Luchador that can take to the sky rather than the brawler that I am. It’s really exciting that I am learning so much from Pequeno. Jack also tries to teach me, but I already know how to kick a man in the balls. Should I do so to you? Maybe. I mean, if you want to cheat and take shortcuts…I can too. You want to injure me and tell me to have my funeral arrangements made like you might want to murder me in the ring?
The campfire flares up, shining a chaotic light upon Iron Wolf’s masked features as he grins.
Iron Wolf: Maybe the wolf in me won’t go hungry.
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