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Post by Kalvin "Kal" Dayspring on Dec 28, 2022 0:14:44 GMT
Fox, Cash, Obsidian, Tyde, Tex, Tolly, TJ Alexander, K-Jax, PG-13, Phoenix, Sebastian Hamilton, El Landerson & The Wild Card 6 men from this match will move on to the Global Championship Match on Next Combat Match rules: The match starts with all 13 men in the ring. Once the bell rings a wrestler must qualify by either pinfall or submission. When a wrestler qualifies the person they pin (or submit) is also eliminated. Once a person qualifiers (and one is eliminated) both leave the ring. So as the match goes on less and less people will be in it, once 5 people have qualified it will leave three men in the ring fighting over the final spot. amadeusfox Andre Cash Obsidian The Nautical Nightmare Tex Attwater TJ Alexander K-Jax El landerson PG-13 Sebastian Hamilton Anthony Phoenix John Tolly
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Post by The Nautical Nightmare on Dec 28, 2022 23:31:11 GMT
Clouds cover the sky on the horizon as rain pours down over the scenery, the darkness bleeds over the scene making it hard to decipher the finer details before us. This grim portrait is accompanied by roaring winds, booming claps of thunder and the occasional streak of lightning. It's these flashes of light that give us the best vision of a broad shouldered man standing tall as he peers into a dark and vastly intimidating sea.
"It seems like only yesterday I could hear the fans cheering for me. Chanting my name as I stood across the ring from opponent after opponent. Night after night they fell before me and the fans cheered...,"
As the gruff raspy voice booms in the background the view turns a bit showing us that the large man is indeed Jack Tyde and he stands at the start of a plank hanging off a large ghostly looking ship.
As the lightning strikes it shows glimpses of matches he had before coming to IIW, matches where he had his hand raised in victory, holding a large belt above his head as the fans cheered him on. You can see the figure of Tyde watching on, the few glimpses of his face we see in the flashes of light show the lack of emotion as the memories cover the night sky.
"Still when HE showed up it didn't matter anymore. The man you once hated, the man you loathed came back and humiliated me. As I watched each and every one of my 'fans' turn on me without hesitation. Despite going blow for blow with Sawyer Wade before his friend showed up and cost me the title I worked so hard for, you all just forgot. Forgot about my battles, forgot about the countless I had defeated, forgot about the blood I had spilled all in the name of you, no I was just a joke,"
As his words are heard the visions in the sky give us the visual, in every flash of light we get a glimpse of the night Sawyer Wade returned home and defeated Jack Tyde. We watched as the duo of ATG battered Tyde afterwards. Weeks later signs of Jack let us down, Wash Tyde away, etcetera. are seen as the fans turn on him in his lowest moment.
"Still did I run away and hide? Did I sulk and pity myself? No, instead I sought after the very power that had defeated me. Seeking my foe and looking to learn from him, volunteering my services to him and his cause for the chance to learn, the chance to regain my pride, my momentum, my success. What did he do? He laughed at me, time and time again. Once again I was the joke,"
The lightning flashes continue to accentuate the story being told by Tyde. Transporting the viewer into the current days of IIW, showing Tyde debuting on Mayhem and being ignored by The Second Coming. The tale is capped off with the scene of Andre Cash's hand being raised in Victory after he defeated Tyde in both men's debut. The close ups of Tyde's face had been emotionless, stoic almost but now as the images of his defeat flashes the look turns to hate, anger,and rage.
"This disrespect will not stand. The time for change is now,"
The voice goes silent now our ears are filled with the moans and groans of the storm. The boisterous sound of thunder, the crashing waves against the vessel and the wind having its way with the sails of the ship. As the monstrous sounds set the scene, Tyde begins a slow walk towards the end of the plank, pausing here and there to catch himself from being blown away by the powerful wind. Once at the end he pulls the cutlass from his hip and screams as loud as he can. The sound of his battle cry was mostly drowned out by the chaos storm. The narration continues once again.
"They say conquerors are not born, they are forged in darkness, shaped in battle and defined by sacrifice. It is this battle, this COMBAT that must define me now. The next chapter in life is not built on the failure of my past but instead the battles that lay ahead. To thrive in COMBAT you must be willing to die in COMBAT!,"
Now with his cutlass drawn he is ready to battle whatever is awaiting for him. As if the scream triggered it the sea opened up letting out an eerie noise that almost sounded like a reflection of the agony within Tyde, a dark silhouette of his struggles emerged from the sea in the shape of a massive Kraken. Tentacles blasting out of the water all in front of Tyde raising hundreds of feet into the sky above him, with but a small hesitation the tentacles began one by one crashing down in the direction of Tyde.
Tyde however did not come to die this night, he quickly dodged backwards and with his cutlass sliced into the scaly tentacles cutting them open and causing an odd black ooze to trickle out of them. The black blood splattering through the air and covering Tyde in the substance. One after another he managed to dodge the monster's attack, slicing when he could and shouting the entire time like a mad man.
"I am a great descendant from Pirate Lords of an age long ago. The cold, salty depths of the sea taught them to be cunning, brash but most of all ruthless in their pursuits. In a life where your ally today may cut your throat tomorrow teaches you the harsh realities of our world. In their world there was no room for morals. Virtue was a weakness, one that would see you to an early demise,"
As Tyde continues his fierce battle,now silent and struggling as the moments go by trying to stay one step ahead of the behemoth that he conjured from the depths. You can see his body slow down as the tentacles begin to make contact, hard thuds on his chest and back. His clothes start to tear, ripping to shreds as the battle rages on. Even his infamous feathered tricone is knocked off his head and floats down into the dark abyss below. Still he battles on.
"This Savagery runs in my veins, but as most men in this world I am shackled. Wanting the fans to say my name, wanting the support of others in my industry, these desires that need to be acknowledged has kept me as a joke. You see the wrestling industry is no different from my ancestors. It is survival of the fittest, and you must be willing to sacrifice it all to become the apex predator,"
Almost as if you can visually see Tyde tap into this savage nature he is speaking about. He screams and begins getting even more aggressive in the battle with the horror from the deep. As he goes on the offense he manages to sever a few tentacles but it just seems to match his new pace coming stronger as he does. Almost as if the beast was manifested from the struggles of him and his ancestors there seemed no end to the titan. Despite a valiant fight the tentacles would begin to wrap around his feet stopping his motion. Then move up his torso, restraining even more. Still he would stab and slice at them trying to free himself until more slimy limbs would grasp his arms, eventually wrapping around his mouth breaking the plank he was standing on as it dragged the body of Tyde into the cold depths. You can see him struggle as he is pulled under the water, slowly his body goes motionless and eyes close...
The scene pulls out as time rapidly passes by watching the storm fizzle out as our view switches from the midst of the sea to an isolated beachfront. Standing on the beach is a gorgeous woman with long dark hair and dark paint across her face. The IIW fans may recognize her as Shante’ Waverly, the close companion of our deceased Mister Tyde. As the scene snaps back to real time we watch Shante stare out into the empty sea, waiting. After a few seconds the tide began to come in and as the water crashed onto the beach with it was the body of Jack Tyde. Washed up and now lifeless in the sand in front of her you could see a small smile creep across her face.
She walks up and kneels next to Tyde. His body, now a pale blue color, was covered in seaweed and algae. She runs her fingers through his hair a few seconds before grabbing him by the wrist and dragging the much bigger man through the sand a few feet deeper into the beach. There we can see a large circle she has drawn in the sand. This is where she lays his body, and quickly she works around him placing candles and lighting them as she does. She almost dances around as she tosses out herbs and spices in the air, eventually she stops and begins chanting.
A session that seems to take hours as the view rapidly skims through time speeding it up before eventually the body of Tyde sits straight up. HIs eyes pitch black and a large Kraken tattoo manifested across his shoulder and chest the cackling sound of Shante’s laugh can be heard in the background as we hear his voice once more.
“I have faced my weakness, purged myself of my morals as I prepared to take up battle in Combat, it would be as a new warrior. No longer would this scoundrel be the joke of the wrestling business, no longer would I be overlooked or taken lightly by the other combatants. I could care less about the gratitude or respect of the fans.”
“Respect few, Trust None, and Fear me!”
-The Nautical Nightmare-
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Post by Tex Attwater on Dec 29, 2022 20:09:25 GMT
Chapter 005 : Off the sauce and into the woods we go!
OVER YONDERS!
Er..I mean *whispers quietly*
Over yonders, how I have missed you but you see this is no time for my usual normal voice no my voice must be cloaked in a whisper for today's adventure with our very own Tex Attwater is a very wild and mind silencing one at least as far as Tex sees it. So let's do our best to keep shush while we see what exactly it is that one of Combat's roster members is up to.
For once Tex had, had some down time and instead of hitting the bottle of any choice of alcohol pretty hard he had decided to do something else with his hands which brought us to today but be warned over yonders, even not on the sauce, a sober Tex's mind is filled with thoughts that whisk off into the cold air's wind as he is seen staring down into the hardened snow now covered with dark muddy traces of footprints as he looks down. Tex took a second to straighten his tobogan and adjust his overalls with the red plaid shirt being seen as he kicked the bottom of his boots up against the tracks and kneeled down to get a closer look upon the path.
Deer, he assumed. Now you see it was not that Tex wanted to necessarily harm the animal but he had a hell of a match coming up with a various amount of other people so the drunken cowboy could only hope to lasso a chance of winning though he was not sure that was possible either so for once, while the memories of all the lives he had lived before him settled quietly as he heard a rustle in the woods just a few feet from him causing him to grab a hold of his rifle and hoist it on his shoulder and make sure that it was in focus as he closed one of his eyes.
"Come on, I just want to see you," he said as he sighed. What he had been tasked with out here in the woods and during his match on the debut edition of Combat were two tasks that while different had slight similarities. He had to be quicker, smarter, and in a way hungrier than anyone else in the same match but yet it had to be executed carefully. Still Tex was assured that just like trying to get a wrangle on this animal, one had to be careful.
Tex let out a low whistle which he knew slightly alerted anything else, anything smaller that might be around as he watched two small brown rabbits hop out and scamper along as he put his rifle back on his back and slowly walked, eventually turning himself back up against a tree. The branches of the snow covered tree shook slightly thanks to Tex's big frame as sprinkles of snow fell down on top of his head and he shook them off. "All of the wildlife out here, minding it's own business was a sight to see. It was always almost mind blowing to Tex how that which was wild and unknown had an advantage just like the rumble. While it had been stated that thirteen men would go in, I only truly counted twelve which means that someone will know who we are but not us them. My how us who are the predators going for a shot are quickly and simply turning into the prey."
It sent a shiver down his spine as he slowly began to move along for the tree and came up on a few more tracks. Looking down at them and examining the deepness, this particular set seemed fresher. "I am getting a little closer and soon, it will be either me or said animal, deer I am still assuming that will be left standing." He had taken time to look over his opponents as much as he could and he knew the longer that Combat went on, the harder the road to be anything would be but the cowboy spirit in him openly welcomed the challenge as he walked a few more feet and heard a noise which caused him to go on alert before he was fully ready as he once again grabbed at the handle of his shooting rifle.
"Always keep an eye out for things that you can see that surround you on the sides and do your best to be aware of those that don't." It was a classic thought process but even Tex, my dear over younders failed at it from time to time however he hoped that now that his time would be spent on Combat he could hone on this trait that he knew he was weak in and make himself stronger. He hoped to help those that he brushed up against in matches become better as well though he knew as time caressed itself on through the weaves of time that only one in the end would be able to go through match after match and be the deemed winner. "All in all it's a gamble but I have never met a table that allowed me to sit down and throw my hand in as a gamble that I did not like."
That was when the sounds of tracks against the snow were heard loudly and Tex found that his thoughts of his match went out of the window as he turned, rifle now in hand. "Got em!" he shouted out as the prey turned and oh my over yonders our dear Tex never claimed to be good at animal tracking as the animal turned back at him and reared not only it's head but it's massive, deep sounding roar as the predator, dear Tex was now the prey and the.."BEAR!" he shouted..the bear had become the one doing the hunting. "Why is it a damn bear?" he asked as he stepped slowly at first in a backwards motion and froze as the bear turned. It was almost too damn ironic but that was life. You could think that you were in control and were going to be the cream of the crop, be crowned as one of the lucky few whom advanced and suddenly it be whisked away faster than a lonely roll of hay edging it's way along in the barren, echoless desert.
Still over yonders that did nothing for Tex now as he had to find a way out. It would always ring true that you did not have to be faster than the bear just faster than the other people with you and the bear, but being out here alone, he did indeed have to be faster or at least in these few seconds smarter than the average bear. His breath hitched up as he made his way back to the tree and slowly positioned himself in a way he was able to begin to slowly climbing it but Tex could feel the eyes of the bear as his hands moved up followed by his body and he found a branch to secure his broad, heavier than the average man weight. His fingers were slightly chilled as he watched the movements.
It was surreal as he set his rifle up and aimed it at the bear. It was nothing he would find pleasure in but hunting would always have one thing that made itself stand out and that was the fact at least to Tex that you knew as bad as it might be viewed by some, just like wrestling, it was indeed a sport. The measures that one had to take to ensure that they came out as one of the ones that went on in the case of his up and coming match might be drastic but sometimes you did simply need a little flare and uproar. Tex made sure that he had the bear in his sights and pulled the trigger. The sounds of the shot echoed out, no one except for him and the falls of the last remnants of the current snow's after glisten effect around to hear it. "Well it's not wranglin' a bull but it will do."
Oh the things Tex was going to get him into if he could learn to function long enough to be sober so far seemed to point to this lifetime being more of one of his fun ones. Most the time he would stay to himself and live out the dredge and drab of not getting out and doing activities that were current to the specific period and drink himself into an alcoholic poisonous death but so far this seemed destined to be greater and while he was sure he would still love to hit the sauce from time to time the amazing thrill he felt right now as he climbed down to look over what he had did was very satisfying. "Still Combat awaits," he said as he slowly scaled down, nothing but fun times ahead. War. That was how he had managed to settle it in his head and it was not in as much of an open and wild space such as this but every person in that qualifier match, well he considered it just as much open season on them as he assumed they did on him, for that as harsh of a truth as it was; was a simple essence of combat as well.
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Post by The Nautical Nightmare on Dec 29, 2022 22:43:50 GMT
The dark night sky is illuminated by the full moon, hanging low in the center of the sky. All around it are twinkling stars, not a cloud in sight. The gorgeous skyline is in stark contrast to the ground beneath it, an old rustic graveyard spread out as far as the eye can see. Miles of once fertile land housing the bodies of the deceased, civilizations way to honor the memory of their loved ones. A constant reminder of the ones that came before us. In the forefront of the scene is the dark, looming figure of Jack Tyde. His looks are still a reflection of the dark struggle he is undergoing within himself. The large kraken tattoo is easily visible on one shoulder and over the other he carries a large shovel. He takes a few seconds to admire the scenery before he speaks.
“In the days of old, my ancestors' final resting place was at the bottom of the briny sea, where they lay in Davy Jones' locker until the fish made a meal of them. Men who understood death, men who didn’t fear it. Yet I look here at miles of land covered in tomes, and gravestones. A monument of weakness, the ultimate sign of society's hubris. Even in death they seek the approval and admiration of others. This distorted attachment to others, the need to be approved and honored. The same twisted sickness that once plagued me, the affliction that transformed me from a decorated champion to a pitiful joke. The all time low of my career, a place the rabid fans would like to keep me, would keep me If I allowed it. Unlike these weak bastards that lay to rest in this field I will no longer be shackled to the warped opinions of the masses,”
Tyde finally slowly begins to move, methodically weaving between grave plots pausing between each reading them as he goes by. We can see various names and inscriptions as he does this, ‘Beloved Husband and Father’, ‘You Will be missed’, ‘Devoted Wife’, and such finally Tyde pauses again.
“Miserable empty platitudes written to appease the ego of the dead. The sick desire even in your final moments to be accepted by society, to be herald for your mundane success and lifted on a pedestal as your carcass rots in the ground. My ancestral roots found fulfillment in the more material things, the carnal pleasures that give back. Wealth, Women, power, silly things like respect and admiration doesn’t help you get ahead, no instead they only act as meager parting words to the unremarkable in life,”
He pauses as he takes a moment to spit on the grave before him. An evil smile creeps across his otherwise emotionless face before he continues to talk.
“January Friday the 13th 2023, the date circled in red as the first ever Combat. As a couple of dozen chosen warriors come together for the first time. Armed with only our abundance of skill, quick wit and willingness to do whatever it takes to survive and thrive in our new coliseum. A fresh start for all the Combatants, a chance to prove ourselves once again. For those whose flame may have flickered out it represents a chance to rise from the ashes. The only constant being the ignorant, loud fans bellowing and demanding we dance for them. Fans who have the false sense of power, believing they control our actions. A narrative the weak minded in our locker room have folded too, the ones still afflicted by the desires to please the crowd do whatever it takes to hear them cheer. It is these addle-brain baboons who enable the fans, grant them some modicum of power. They spend the little money they earn at their pitiful jobs for the chance to sit in an uncomfortable chair, booing or cheering their superiors, pretending to be gods. Then the weak amongst us allow them this power, treat them as the deities they pretend to be,”
Tyde pauses his tirade as he spots a large black crow sitting on top of a nearby headstone. It stares directly at Tyde, cocking its head to one side as it crows at Tyde twice in quick succession. Tyde nods almost as if he understands him. After that it flies off deeper into the graveyard and Tyde begins to follow him deeper in as he speaks once again.
“While the headliner for the first combat is a meaningless bout between two champions, a match that is just to fatten the pockets of the company as they continue to pilfer from the idiot fans. The real attraction, the match that has real significance is the Global Qualifier. A match where 13 men including myself enter the ring to battle for a chance to get one step closer at the opportunity for the largest prize in all of Combat. Not bragging rights, not the respect of the fans, no 20 pounds of gold to wrap around my waist, power in the wrestling industry as the top man here. That is real,”
He gets closer to the crow who appears to be waiting for him atop another tombstone. As he gets a few feet closer however it seems to squawk once again and fly off, deeper in. Tyde doesn’t hesitate instead he continues to talk as he follows his new found guide into the depths of the graveyard.
“The other dozen men in the match with me are all talented, young and capable of grabbing the proverbial brass ring. I am even familiar with Andre Cash and how resourceful he can be when you face off against him. The others all have varied degrees of success, from former champions like John Tolly and TJ Alexander to other newcomers who came up short in their debuts such as K-Jax, and Obsidian. A perfect proving ground for our new promoter to access his talent, a stage for the young lions to prove who is the hungriest. The old me would be worried, but as my opponents hunger for such things as respect and approval. I starve for the blood of my foes, I eagerly await the sound of bones crunching under my boot as I stand on their bodies while hoisting the 20 pounds of gold above my head, like the sail of a ship. Letting everyone know who truly is to be feared,”
Finally he finds his Crow once more, once again perched on top of a tombstone. This one however seems to be an empty grave. Freshly dug with the dirt still piled up next to it. Once again as he gets close the Crow flies into the darkness. However as his eyes follow the Crow you can see the new grave isn’t the only. Next to it is yet another freshly dug grave, then another, and another into the darkness. He leans forward and glances at the name of the tombstone reading it out loud
“Andre Cash, the man who managed to defeat me in my debut. One of a dozen poor unfortunate souls who are also scheduled in the qualifier match with me on the 13th. It appears his grave has already been dug for him. Regardless if he manages to avoid it on Combat or not is irrelevant. There will be 5 other men beside myself who avoid an early demise on the 13th, its possible cash could be among them, this however doesn’t change his fate. All of them will be put to rest by the end of this endeavor, all of them will be broken and laid to waste as I become the first Global Champion,”
He continues to walk down by the newly dug graves, as many had already figured out each grave had a different name from his match on combat. John Tolly, Obsidian, K-Jax, Amadeus Fox, PG-13, Sebastian Hamilton, El Landerson, Anthony Phoenix and then a nameless tombstone. However at the end one grave left undug, and sitting on top of this particular tombstone was not the crow he had been following but his mistress Shante Waverly. She sits crossed with an especially wicked smile. He nodded to her much in the same manner as he had the crow before taking a moment at the unmarked grave.
“A wildcard, the poor bastard who would consider himself lucky enough to earn his way into the match that very night. A poor soul who had not graced the IIW ring enough to prove himself but through sheer bad luck may find himself a victim of me in what should be his shining moment,”
He pauses, now turning his attention to the undug grave. Walking to it he kneels and rubs his hand across the name engraved on it ‘Tex Attwater’ a noticeable scowl comes across his face.
“What is the meaning of this Shante?,”
“This graveyard represents more than just one match, Jack. This represents your future on Combat. The men whose destinies are intertwined with yours, the ones who wish to achieve the same success as you. Most of their fates are already decided, men without the motivation or talent to stand in your way. This one however, it would seem you may have to put some effort into. It seems destiny may favor the Texan,”
His eyes almost glow in anger as he looks at her now, his voice elevated as he speaks “Never, what must be done then?,”
“Fate is a whimsical mistress, you only have to whisper in her ear just right to receive her favored embrace. I would suggest we eliminate any potential rivals before they become genuine suitors for Fate’s warm touch,”
He rubs his beard as the anger slowly fades from his face. He speaks again after a few seconds of quiet thought “Then it shall be, if it is a bit of effort that is needed to dispose of him then I shall not hesitate to do so. Because I will not be stopped, and any who attempt it will feel the cold embrace of the briny depth,”
With that he stands taking his large shoving and starting to dig the grave for Tex himself. Taking out hunks of ground with each motion as a pleased Shante looks on with an evil cackle. The scene pulls out and we see they are standing next to a large mausoleum, on it is etched the words
“Respect few, Trust None, and Fear me!”
-The Nautical Nightmare-
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Post by Tex Attwater on Jan 4, 2023 16:05:04 GMT
Time travel, well the thoughts and essence of time travel were some shit but considering everything Tex himself thought that he handled it as well as one could be expected but that is the one thing about expectations, I suppose over yonders..expectations and reality are fickle bedmates always with the notion of one trying to up one another and well sometimes watching the two go back and forth simply becomes tedious but it is okay. Let's see what our protagonist is up to now..
Maybe things that resembled hunting was not for him but after his bear adventure, Tex had easily realized like every other lifetime from his first that anything where he could shoot something that was not a person in this lifetime did him good. He supposed it helped release steam, or at the very least pull him out of his otherwise alcoholic misery still adjusting to his current lifetime adventure because well 2022 was a damn trip. Not the worse but a stand out of what the fuck's and a chorus of why's all on it's own. Add in the Global Qualifier match that also had Tex feeling very WTF and WHY and, hell he needed to shoot something and fast!
Thankfully his boyish good looks had gotten him into the disc shooting contest and even more thankfully Tex found himself surrounded by people but each one of them had their minds on the targets and hardly paid him any attention as he found his own spot. Tex knew that he would eventually take the time to shoot but the effects of being in a bit of choice given alcoholic rehab had taken a toll on his body as he could feel his eyes drifting off. It was not anywhere near the given most comfortable spot to rest but his eyes were too heavy and he was almost asleep when he heard it.
The loud caw made his eyes open and Tex began to sway his arms just out of habit, being awaken was not a pleasant surprise no matter whom you were. However as Tex's eyes finally adjusted he realized what said animal was. "What in tarnation?" he said as he sat up and almost tumbled forward honestly. It was hard being big and broad and charming but for some reason it simply worked for him well most the time. Lately between trying to be sober while awake and focus on the global qualifier match it was not quite cohesive enough but he felt it would come along. Still he gave one last attempt and watched the crow move for now.
"Strangest thing I have seen in this lifetime," he said. None the less now that his wrestling career was getting a chance to take off, Tex hoped it would be good. The more he could find himself consumed in the world of wrestling, the less he knew he would drink. "So many people, so many chances," he said lowly as he kept his eyes on the crow. It seemed unusual to him that such an animal would even be out right now, but over yonders never fear for Tex never claimed he knew anything. Still he moved slowly and almost as fast as it had came, the crow seemed to disappear.
Tex took a minute to blink because while he had seen a lot, every day was still different, but at least now he could finally concentrate on what he had came to do and that was shoot some discs. He could already hear the loud shots and pieces falling of the others around him whom had started, each person here no doubt having their own reasons for coming here. He knew that about life period and it was scary the things that he remembered from 'other' life times that sometimes rung through clear while others played off in the midst of nothingness. "Every match much like every lifetime is different and will have a different outcome," he said as he took a discus and threw it in the air and shot it down as he made a low whistle sound as he watched it drop to the ground.
"Just like everyone else in the qualifying rumble that is not me," he said as he threw another up and shot it. "All will fall and splatter into pieces of wondering now that they have not advanced just what stands next for them while I will be one of the few who knows what is next and be one step closer to becoming a champion." It should be noted that Tex due to his multiple lifetimes had never become accustomed to things like this. The things that he found exciting were so prehistoric compared to the year he was in now that the lines of what were viewed as accomplishments now and then were still a bit strange to him, none the less it did not mean that he was not going to give it his all.
Another discus in the air and another splatter, followed by another, and another and then the dreadful returning sound of the crow which once again did catch Tex off guard but he turned his gun and took the shot, watching as the loud caw sound came out one last time and the wings spread out as the crow fell flat on the ground. Though to you dear over yonders out there, Tex really doesn't believe in his actions but the damn crow had it coming as he stepped up and looked over it. His shadow made him appear more menacingly than he was for he truly was more like a teddy bear, at least for the moment.
"Shucks and buckets," he said as he put his rifle down and took a minute to tip his head. He knew what he had to do and it was not going to be a pretty job, however it would not be the first time things had to be done to reach the top. It did not necessarily sit right with him but it would be okay. Considering his last outing with the bear not being the greatest and now the crow, maybe he should go back to drinking. No worries though over yonders, while it may appear that Tex is just piddling his way through combat, once he's there, all will be revealed.
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Post by Andre Cash on Jan 5, 2023 18:58:27 GMT
*The scene opens up in Alpha Enterprises’ trophy room, an oversized leather chair sits in the middle of the room behind a large wooden table. Behind the chair sits all of Andre’s championships from the past, but one of the belts seems to be missing, the WiFC World Heavyweight Championship. Andre enters the shot with the WiFC World title belt on his shoulder, he sits at the table, setting the belt on the stand directly next to him. He removes his sunglasses and stares daggers down the barrel of the camera.*
IIW…let me talk to ya! I’m here to talk about this right here, no, not the WiFC World Title, I’m here to talk about gold. This belt represents greatness, it represents power, and it represents being the BEST. Now, I know what you’re all thinking, “But how can you be the best Andre, you’ve only wrestled 2 matches and participated in the Ice Rumble, what makes you the best?” The answer is simple, mentality, I have an edge over everyone else in this god-forsaken wasteland of a “qualifier” in the fact that I’ve held gold. Now, many of you will be keen to call me out and say Jack Slapnuts III is a former champion elsewhere, or that El Lizardman is a former champion, or maybe that PC-23 was a champion but I want to inform you of what makes a World Heavyweight Champion! I earned this championship *he points to the belt* in Cincinnati, Ohio, I defended it all over the world, in places like Rio, London, Dubai, and even Riyadh. I traveled all around the world defending this championship against some of the best in this world but you guys think of me as some kind of rookie. I’M NO ROOK, I’m a badass motherfucker who’s here to make sure all you little punk asses learn what it means to be at the back of the line! I have defended all of these championships around the world and watch as men like Jack Tyde, bitches like El Landerson, and punk-ass pussies like Sabastain Hamilton get an opportunity at what Kalvin should just GIFT me! I’m walking into this match with a chip on my shoulder and a fire under my ass. But you guys don’t wanna know about that. You want me to talk about these bitches and demand that I name any of these people as threats to what should ALREADY be mine!
BOOOOY…if I fear any of these men, it means I’ve given up…it means I’ve given them the benefit of the doubt and I guaran-damn-tee AIN’T NOBODY on my level! So, instead of wasting my breath on the bitches, allow me to send it over to my colleague, Jordyn Moss to reiterate what I once said about “The Nautical Nightmare” Jack-off Tyde.
*The scene shifts to Jordyn Moss dressed in a black pantsuit, in her hand she holds a clipboard and puts on some OBVIOUSLY fake glasses to read. She clears her throat and begins to speak*
“You’re the type of person who dressed up as Jack Sparrow and thought that you were cool. Newsflash, your gimmick is trash and your little girlfriend is just like the trashcan on my block…belonging to the streets! You out here buying drinks and then making sure they get warm while you steal from people because “yo ho, I be a pirate,” Mr. Eugene Krabs from Spongbob Squarepants is more of a pirate than you and we ALL know that bro is a joke. You out here stealing from common folks while you should be training to handle the top guy! You’re going to walk into Combat fully expecting to see some guy who’s afraid of you and Shante but you’ll be stepping into the ring with 297 pounds of steel and sex appeal! You’re stepping into the ring with a world-class athlete while you’re nothing more than a world-class asshole. Set foot in my ring, be ready to face me because, at the end of the day, Jack Tyde is gonna meet God…same day shipping!
But don’t you worry your sensitive little mind, I’ll make sure your girl is where she belongs. That’s the difference between you and me, Jack, I’m here to take my talents to the top and you’re here to be just like the ocean…COASTIN’! Sing your songs, drink your draft, and pray to whatever god you wanna believe in because, at the end of Combat, I’m sending you bitch ass out of this company, I’m curing IIW of the cancer you’ve created…you’re welcome!
Bring everything you have and I’ll show you that no matter who you think you are, I’m just better in every way!
BECAUSE THAT’S HOW I ROLL!”
*The scene returns to Andre once again, he sits forward to speak, and then there’s a familiar sound, the opening sound of “the Good, the bad, and the ugly.” Andre looks around and puts his hand on the camera, when he removes it he has transitioned to black and white with a large cowboy hat on*
Yeehaw partners, let’s talk about Tex Attwater! Well, yippee skippy you old cowpoke, you wanna enter my domain and attempt to beat me, well let me tell ya, exactly what I think about you…
*He throws the hat off-screen and the camera returns to full color.*
You’re a delusional bum who is constantly talking about how much of an outlaw you are. Let’s talk outlaws, the best outlaws died out all those years ago and none of them look or act like you. Now, you may believe that you are this time traveler, but I promise you, the year is 2023 and you’re going up against the biggest, the baddest, the nastiest motherfucker in the business today. So how about this, you take your howdy-doodie lookin’ ass up out of my ring and out of MY company because you’re gonna get hurt if you don’t. You don’t want to try and tame this stallion or outrun this bull. I’m coming to whoop each and every one of you and if you step up, I’ll make sure you’re the first…partner!
Then there’s the rest of you, all the punk-ass motherfuckers they could possibly fit into the ring. Men like…El Landerson, PG-13, TJ Alexander, and Anthony Phoenix all have the opportunity to compete for MY Global championship, yet, none of them are a threat to me. El Landerson may as well be a fly on the wall about to get swatted. 5’2” 160 pounds, this man is a fucking light set for me to throw around. You want to look on the bright side of life, how bout I chuck your bitch ass to the sun, that way I can do this company a favor and let you burn like icarus. PG-13, you’re a big dude but, unlike yours truly, you’re not that bright. You want to be this unstoppable beast, this monster, but here’s what I have to say about that…every beast dies to the God of War, and you might as well call me Kratos because I’m coming to tear you down and send you to Hell! TJ, Anthony, I may have mentioned you once but I guarantee there’s no reason for me to continue to dog on you two, your matches and promos speak for themselves, you’re out of your league and I’m perfectly capable of knocking you back down to Triple-A because we all know, you’re not hitting any runs in this business.
Each and every person in this match is about to bear witness to the ALPHA and all of you will fall at my feet. I am moving through each and every one of you on my way to the Global Championship because I have an obsession, and like any junkie, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get my fix!
*The scene fades and a voice-over can be heard*
This message has been brought to you by the Andre Cash Foundation in conjunction with Alpha Enterprises…you’re welcome!
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Post by TJ Alexander on Jan 6, 2023 23:30:24 GMT
(The scene opens up inside the Spotify Camp Nou Camp, Stadium as we see medical staff of IIW bringing in TJ Alexander after his match with Caleb Scott, TJ can barely walk and his body is full of cuts and bruises. John Dixon is behind them. )
“TJ don’t be made about it, that face-paint wearing cunt knew he couldn’t beat you and that’s why he tried to use the bat all through the match.” John Dixon says
(Camera cuts to TJ who is struggling to breathe)
“Next time at the Ice-Crown Rumble though I will demand for a rematch for that, and I will have The Purge posse banned from ring-side. Caleb Scott must have pre-planned that in order to keep the TV title. But watch at Ice-Crown Rumble you’ll be TV champ then I’m sure of it.” John Dixon says
(With TJ slowly breathing he mutters some words)
“I won’t be competing for Ice-Crown Rumble. I’m not entering.” TJ says
(Scene fades with John Dixon’s face looking confused)
(A month goes by) (The scene opens up to a picture of TJ’s Alexander’s Instagram account, showing his entire upper body of the damage he endure during his match with Caleb Scott, and the beating he took from the purge attack after the match. The camera then switches to TJ Alexander sitting down on a chair, he is wearing some blue trousers, and a blue buttoned shirt with two buttons undone, black shoes)
“During my match with Caleb Scott for the TV championship back at Explosion pay-per-view I had him in my sights and dead to rights on several occasions, I even targeted his arm so he couldn’t try and cheat and use his beloved baseball bat, but while everything we put against each other he slithered his way to victory, he got the win. If that wasn’t hard to swallow and accept then what happened next was even worse, lights go pitch black and then once they turned back on the ring with surrounded by The Purge and Ryan Hawkins, and attack me, Caleb Scott had a plan B if he couldn’t beat me cleanly and that was have The Purge pussy posse have his back and join forces. Right now I should be TV champion, but I’m not.”
(TJ still struggling to breathe)
“After the match as I’m dragging and carried by medical staff backstage John Dixon suggested a rematch for the TV championship at Ice-Crown rumble, I declined, not only was I struggling to keep my body standing up, I had other obligations with ECE to fulfil and it was the right time to take a short break and not participant at Ice-Crown Rumble. Over in ECE I was involved in a big five on five war games match Crush’s team versus PG-13’s team. And me and Crush’s team won.”
(TJ breathing slowly)
“But now I am back and since I am back I am now a part of the Friday Night Combat brand, and brand new into 2023 from carrying Monday Night Mayhem on my back all through 2022 I will now do the same and make Friday Night Combat the best brand in IIW. And it starts January 13th.”
(TJ tries to laugh but struggles)
“I should be walking into this new year as TV champion and it should be me that headlines the new brand against Iron Wolf, but I am thrusted into a damn Global Qualifier match against 12 other competitors, I mean really, after everything I have done for this company and everything I have EARNED in this company I should have a bypass and already qualify. Instead the new GM of Combat wants’ me in this cluster of a match. I guess OK then and I am going to lace up my boots in the next week and demolish the dreams of 12 other competitors.”
(TJ smiles)
“Those 12 other men include names that I am familiar with and new faces that I am not familiar with, so let’s take a gander at some of the names I am familiar with.”
(TJ takes his phone out and scrolls through)
“Firstly we have John Tolly and we’ve had some battles haven’t we John through every situation and we’ve been pretty equal both taking advantage of each other but this is a new year and a fresh new start and this year 2023 IS MY YEAR. I am heading into 2023 and winning everything I possible can and you John Tolly are not going to get in my way, John Tolly I’ve come a long way and from the very first day I step foot in IIW, and I have EARNED every opportunity that I was able to grab and I will do the same at January 13th at the first episode of Combat the IIW Universe will see me stand tall against 12th other men flat on their backs looking up at me with my arm raised high as winner. John after what I went through with Caleb Scott I am not letting myself get anything less than a win, and there’s nothing you can do about it Mr. Franchise that chip on your shoulder I am going to finally knock it off and throw your old arse into a nursing home, because Combat is and WILL BE my brand.”
(TJ smiles)
“Next we have Anthony Phoenix a Anthony it’s been a long time since we have crossed paths, I have been in the spotlight, while you’ve been doing whatever you’ve been doing, but now we’re here on Combat and I know that you are capable of giving me a match of the year candidate and I you, but this is a clusterfuck of match where we might end up against each other or we could actually team up against the others and throw them all out and then be the last two standing, just think about it.”
(TJ pauses)
“Next we have is El Landerson and I didn’t know you were still around little buddy, I mean good for you but you must know deep down that you’re just cattle, El Landerson you might as well flip-flop to the moon because you won’t be flip-flopping your way to the victory, but El Landerson your reign as Uprising champion was quite impressive but even that didn’t last and neither will you last in the Global qualifier match, you can watch me claim victory from the cold-mat floor as I eliminate you.”
(TJ smiles)
“Then we have PG-13 and I’m sure right now PG-13 you still seething of losing the War games over at ECE aren’t you? Losing to crush and knowing you were betrayed in that match must have you at boiling point, but that’s not what is going to tip you over the edge, I am. I am going to tip you over the edge and I am going to tip the scales to my favour even more because I am beating you again. That taste in your mouth is going to be a strong lasting taste of embarrassment of when I beat you again and expose your flaws once more.”
(TJ smirks)
“Then we have a whole bunch of new faces entering the field and some are on another planet from what I’ve heard and then some.”
(TJ pauses)
“First we have Jack Tyde and boy oh boy does Jack Tyde actually think his a pirate, because if he does, Jack you’re a lame arse pirate for one, and two there are several pirates better than you in every way, Blackbeard, Samuel Bellamy, Captain James Hook, Captain Jack Sparrow, Long John Silver, Davey Jones, Captain James Hook, and most of them are fictional that are better than you Jack Tyde. You think you’re going to tap into a savage mode and win this match, it’s not happening. I don’t know what planet you’re operating on but this is my brand now and you do well to learn it, Jack Tyde you going to walk the plank, pun intended.”
(TJ smirks)
“Then we have Tex Attwater I can’t figure you out yet but I will and I will expose everything about you inside the ring, and you practising shooting are going to fail you because your aim is poor as your wrestling skills.”
(TJ laughs)
“And then we have Andre Cash and allow me to introduce myself, I am TJ Alexander I am going to be making history Andre Cash by beating you and eleven others at Combat and going on to win the Global qualifier match, but Andre Cash I do consider you a threat, I do see potential and I do see a physical monster that you are, but I’m not scared of you. Through your entire physical prowess Andre Cash you shouldn’t take me lightly, you should watch every match I’ve been in here in IIW and learn what you can, because I will try and find whatever I can of you, but from what I know already is that you’re a failed NFL player, or at least never made the try-outs, and least you’re going to be consistent, your going to fail in IIW too, your Indy career is slightly impressive but that doesn’t live up to the fact that I am in your way and you’re in mine and at Combat I’ll knock you on your arse and beat you. The spotlight you crave will be fixated on me.”
(TJ pauses)
“New Year New Me is the saying right? 2023 everyone starts fresh and makes promises to themselves, like lose weight, be kinder, save money, stop drinking, and all that none-sense. However the only promise I am making to myself is win at all costs. Nobody is getting in my way and I will become the Global champion and the face of Combat.”
(Scene ends)
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Post by PG-13 on Jan 9, 2023 5:11:11 GMT
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Post by El landerson on Jan 9, 2023 10:13:26 GMT
[We see The Landerson family walks in the arena building as they walk inside of the door and kept on walking until they meet up with an new interviewer Ally Anderson stops the Landerson's while talking to them]
Ally Anderson: Excuse me Landerson. but uh I heard what TJ Alexander was saying in his promo that he impressive you of being the former Uprising Champion but instead he also said that he was gonna eliminate you in the Global qualifier match this week on Friday night Combat care to explain Mr Landerson.
Bit Luchador|Landerson: TJ Alexander. can say all he wants and if he wants to impressive me then be my guest but I would not let him eliminate me from this Global qualifier match to earn myself a Global Championship and since it's gonna be for every man for themselves I wish them all luck cause come this Friday on Combat I will be the last man standing and be your new No'1 Contender for the IIW Global Champion and defend that Championship at Theater of War after I win this Global qualifier match on Friday night Combat.
Ally Anderson: and what about you MS Aaliyah. does your father has more strength to win the Global qualifier match on IIW.
Aaliayh Landerson: my father has everything left in that ring cause when he win this Global qualifier match thingy he's gonna win it and bring that Global Championship home with his rightfully family and whenever he defends his new Global Championship at Theater of War he will remain as Global Champion after he wins his Global qualifier match on Friday night Combat and me and my mother will be behind the barricade watching our beloved father win his match on IIW.
Ally Anderson: but what if you get eliminated by one or all the Qualifier participants on Friday night Combat.
Bit Luchador|Landerson: if i end up getting eliminated by Tj Alexander. he will be the first or third person out of the Global qualifier match when the rest of us will still remaining in the Global qualifier match on Friday night Combat.
Ally Anderson: can you even defeat Jack Tyde and TJ Alexander. this Friday
Bit Luchador|Landerson: depends on the Global Qualifier match turns out cause when I win the whole Global qualifier that means I will Main event on the next Combat to earn myself a shot for an IIW Global Championship next week on Friday night Combat on IIW.
Bit Luchador|Landerson: and I'm dialing everyone with the six one
IIW Universe: Nine!
(El and his wife Angie in Daughter Aaliyah exits out of the interview section when Ally Anderson continues talking)
Ally Anderson: thanks for the support Landerson. and good luck on Friday.
Ally Anderson: we hope that Landerson. can be the last man standing when he enters the six men Global qualifier match to see who moves on to the next qualifier to be in the next round to be in the Main event for the Vacated Global Championship on Friday night Combat at IIW.
[Camera fades when Landersons family heads down the hall to his locker room before his match begins this Friday]
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Post by PG-13 on Jan 10, 2023 5:11:17 GMT
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Post by Sebastian Hamilton on Jan 10, 2023 14:58:55 GMT
The seven bed detached property in the area of West Hampstead in London is immediately visible as we approach it. As we walk up the cobbled path surrounded by plants and flowers, the brown oak door looms above us. A female hand comes into view and knocks on the door, which seems to swing open upon contact. As we move into the long corridor of the house, we pass a mirror that shows the one and only Ally Anderson, IIW Combat’s backstage interviewer and a cameraman. Ally jumps as a voice can be heard coming from somewhere ahead of them. Voice Take the next right and take a seat in the lounge, I won’t be long. Ally smirks at the cameraman and nods in the direction of the lounge, before heading there herself. The cameraman sets himself up in one corner, as Ally slowly paces around the room looking at the pictures that line up on the fireplace mantle, she picks up one of the photographs that shows three men, Sebastian, Edward and Benjamin Hamilton… Voice That was taken when Benjamin won an MMA tournament about three years ago… Ally spins around and there he is standing in front of her, Sebastian Hamilton of The Hamilton Establishment… She’d often read about him and his family, their dances with the devil, jobs they’ve pulled and the like. She’d often wondered what it would have been like, growing up around a family like his and these photos only told a small percentage of the story.
She smiles politely as she places the photo back on the mantle and he steps towards her, taking a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his waistcoat he’s wearing. He puts one in his mouth and lights it, walking towards what appears to be a homemade bar in the corner of the room, showing the pack in her direction. Sebastian Cigarette? Ally Anderson Oh, no thank you Mr. Hamilton. Sebastian Please, Mr. Hamilton was my father, call me Sebastian. Drink? Ally Anderson Ok, Sebastian… Just Lemonade over ice please. Sebastian bites the cigarette between his teeth as he takes two glasses, opening a mini fridge-freezer by the bar and pulling out a small bag of ice and a bottle of Lemonade, he then grabs himself a bottle of Johnnie Walker, pours them both and points to a chair as he sits down in one opposite. Sebastian Have a seat, Ms. Anderson… So I’ve had a phone call from the powers that be in IIW, they’ve sent you down to get some kind of interview with me? Ally Anderson Yeah, they want to get to know Sebastian Hamilton before IIW Combat goes live. Sebastian But everybody knows who I am love, I’m the IIW Hardcore Champion… Four times at that. Ally Anderson Oh of course, Sebastian but this is a fresh start. Mr. Dayspring knows neither you nor your brothers got the recognition or exposure you deserved on Mayhem and he wants to make that clear from the offset. Sebastian I see. Sebastian pulls an ashtray from the cabinet next to him closer as he draws from the cigarette, then flicks the ash as he takes a mouthful of his Johnnie Walker over ice. Ally, slightly nervous but not showing it, also gulps down her Lemonade. Sebastian Go on… Ally Anderson Well for example I think the people at home would like to know what exactly got you into Wrestling…? Where did it all begin for, Sebastian Hamilton. Sebastian And why should I care about what the people at home want, or think? Ally Anderson Well as I say it’s just good exposure. Sebastian But I don’t give a rats arse about exposure, sweetheart… Ally Anderson Okay, so what do you care about? Sebastian Hurting people. To answer your question I did two tours in Iaq and Afghanistan for my country and since I’ve returned I’ve not even had so much as a thank you. I didn’t need a visit to Buckingham Palace but a simple form of appreciation would have been nice. Ally Anderson Yeah, I get that…- Sebastian No love, I don’t think you do. You see when I got home I was pretty well messed up, in here. Sebastian leans forward and taps his temple with his index finger before taking another drag on the cigarette and flicking more ash. Sebastian I had a lot of trauma to work through and anger management wasn’t working so, I had to come up with other ways to sate my demons. Placate my hunger. First I took to boxing and it did literally nothing, then MMA and whilst it was admittedly a step above it still didn’t do what I needed it to. Ally Anderson So you came to IIW? Sebastian That’s right. We’d heard a little promotion up in Manchester was reopening and my brothers and I thought, why not? A legal way to not only use our hands and feet but to quite literally throw ten shades of shit out of each other and I’d heard they’d had a hardcore division that was in need of some fine tuning… Ally Anderson And you sure delivered on that front… So, when you got back from Afghanistan, was that when you took up with the O’Shaunessy’s and Banks’? Sebastian Hmm? Not quite sure what you’re driving at there, treacle… Sebastian takes one more pull on the cigarette before extinguishing it in the ashtray. He takes another mouthful of Johnnie Walker and leans very far forward in his chair, pointing at Ally through his glass holding hand. Sebastian But what I do know is, there’s an inaugural IIW Combat show happening next week and I’m pretty sure that’s what you’ve been sent here to discuss with me, so I’m gonna give you the skinny on all that… Ally Anderson Well, Sebastian, that’s fair enough and I’m all ears! Sebastian Well, Kal Dayspring has come up with this ingenious match idea for the first Combat show with pin or be pinned idea! Thirteen of us in the ring and once someone’s pinned, both men exit the match with the one who did the pinning, moving on to next week's Global Championship match. Ally Anderson Well isn’t that a great start to your Combat journey…? Sebastian Oh it’s not a journey, Ms. Anderson. It’s the plan that’s laid out before me, before my brothers… Before the Establishment. Ally Anderson And what does that mean? Sebastian Well it means that the IIW is exactly where I’m supposed to be, I’ve found my place in Combat and soon I’ll be taking my rightful place as the Global Champion. Ally Anderson You know the calibre of competition in the match though, of course? Sebastian if you’re talking about the likes of the dark Pirate Jack Tyde, John Tolly, TJ Alexander, Anthony Phoenix and PG-13 who’ve already established themselves in one form or another over on Mayhem and who are looking, like me, to conquer the other side of the fence, a bounty Hunter by the name of Amadeus Fox, a wannabe hand-egg player who’s arrogance and cockiness is beneath him called Andre Cash… The Masked Lucha creature feature that names itself after glass that’s formed in a Volcano… Obsidian, what a pa-lava that one is… And then you find yourself looking at a confusing little specimen by the name of Tex Attwater… Tex who believes himself to not only be the reincarnation of a seventeenth century cowboy but also a damn time traveller! Now ain’t that something sweetheart? Or let me talk to you about little ol’ El Landerson who doesn’t know if he’s coming or going the poor little munchkin! Or even Kirbiquitous Stanfield Jackson, amazing bloody name by the way! But if that’s who you’re referring to, Ms. Anderson then yes I am fully aware of the calibre of competition I’ve got, going into the match… Ally Anderson And none of that bothers you? Sebastian No. Ally Anderson Why not, if I may ask? Sebastian Because as good as every fella is, that I’ll be going against in that ring at what they do and they are good, there’s one variable that’ll put them all out of shape… Ally Anderson And what’s that, Sebastian? Sebastian I do what they do, better… Ally Anderson I’m sorry? Sebastian I didn’t misspeak, Ms. Anderson, you did hear me correctly. I do what they do, better than they do it. Ally Anderson Really? In which way…? Sebastian lights another smoke and stands up, shrugging. Sebastian In all ways, Ms. Anderson. You see I’m a better Luchadore than El Landerson, I’m a better Pirate than Jack Tyde, I’m a better roid-head than PG-13, I’ve reincarnated into a better body and travelled through time better than Tex Attwater… I’m a better Bounty Hunter than Amadeus Fox and I’m a greater sportsperson, athlete whatever, than Andre Cash! I’m a better piece of glass than Obsidian and I am a far better Wrestler than every single one of them… Ally Anderson You remember there’s a Wildcard too right, Sebastian? Sebastian Of course… And who are those potential competitors again? Ally Anderson The Silence… Sebastian I’m better at mind games than that weird cretin… Ally Anderson Ace Johnson, The Wraith and Axel Shaw? Sebastian I’m more arrogant than that dweeb, I’m a bigger bloody demon than that fairground magician and I’m a more enigmatic lone Wolf than Mr. Shaw… Ally Anderson James Freedom… Sebastian blows smoke rings, unphased as he flicks ash into the ashtray sittin down again. Sebastian Ahh now there’s a name I was hoping I wouldn’t hear for a long time, James bloody Freedom, not because the bloke scares me let me clarify but because he’s so jarring! I battled that Muppet over the Hardcore title on several occasions recently and he was lucky enough to scrape out of it each time, a bit different when stuck in the ring though. But yes I’m a better wannabe Patrioric Superhero than that fella... Ally Anderson And then we’ve got his opponent on the night TCJ the third. SebastianAnother with a brilliant name like Kirbiquitous, Thadwick Chaddeus Jackson… Another modified and misguided roid-head and one that I’m better at being. It really is that simple, Ms. Anderson. Ally Anderson Well I must say, Sebastian the words so far are very impressive but I’m aware you can back it up in the ring also. I think I’ve got everything to go back production with so thank you. Ally Anderson stands and holds out her hand, which Sebastian duly shakes. The cameraman leaves with the equipment ahead of Ally and once out of earshot, Sebastian, who is now back at his bar with his back to her speaks. Sebastian Oh and Ms. Anderson, if you really want to know about my personal life, come see me at the hotel when we get to Virginia… I would be happy to make your acquaintance again and divulge that information with you, over cocktails perhaps? She smiles and shrugs her shoulders with excitement as she leaves the property and we slowly fade out…
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Post by Andre Cash on Jan 10, 2023 21:14:29 GMT
*The scene opens up on a large library with a statue of Atlas holding the world in the center of the room. Andre enters the shot and examines the statue, smiling as he touches it.*
No one told Atlas he was arrogant when he held the world on his shoulders. They simply understood that he was burdened with this curse and was stuck in that spot! I put this entire brand on my back because I KNOW I can carry it to the next level but suddenly, that’s considered arrogant. I took it upon myself to put this entire world on my back and begin to climb up the mountain, not through any obligation but because I am the best man for the job! I MADE MYSELF A PILLAR AND GET CALLED ARROGANT! That’s what is pissing me off because everyone else can say the exact same shit but as soon as I say it, it becomes arrogance, it becomes boisterous…but I know what makes that difference…everyone hates seeing those doing better than them. TJ, I’ll be honest, I may have underestimated you, I bet you’re a fantastic athlete but there’s a whole world in your way to the Global Championship and that world is on my back. I put this company on my back because I know I’m the best man for the job but suddenly everyone is on me about my arrogance, and no one has thought to thank me. “Thank you Andre for taking on the burden of being the pillar of Combat.” That’s what you all should be saying, but instead, you all attack me for my confidence, you attack me for my drive but then turn around and LIE to the people, LIE to yourself, and LIE to management, claiming you’re better than me in every way.
TJ Alexander and PG-13, you two are threats, but you fail to see the threat that stands directly in front of you. PG-13 took the time to say “what is it like to meet the end of your career,” well, I wouldn’t know because you’re far from it. I’ve met a lot of “destroyer” types in my career, men who claim to be big and bad but have a glass jaw. You struggle to see yourself as anything less than a bonafide killah, a thrillah, you think you’re big and bad but it’s not gonna be that way because there’s a difference between confidence and arrogance…and it’s determined by how well you back it up! I believe you can back it up but I intend to show the world exactly what happens when you step up to the Alpha. While that may not be an issue, I like a fight, you, TJ, and I are favorites for this match because these people know we back shit up! That’s the difference between guys like us and people like…Sebastian Hamilton…WE BACK SHIT UP! So TJ, PG, I’ll see you guys on Friday but if you’ll pardon me, I’ve got some bitches to put on blast…starting with the Kingsman but make it fabulous lookin’ motherfucker…
So, Sebastian, you think you’re better than the Alpha…but that’s not arrogance…hmm, interesting. You see, you might be a former Hardcore Champion but that means NOTHING when that belt isn’t even worth my time. You want the world to take you seriously, over there looking like a poor man’s version of Fiddler on the Roof, but you look like…well, that. 30 years old, calling American Football “Hand-Egg” what the HEEEEEEEELLLL! Nah, everyone out here saying I was a “wannabe” but I ain’t chasing the Spice Girls! You feel me, I’m not worrying about those of you who say I’m a “failed NFL star” when in reality, I pissed away every chance I ever had at the NFL to pursue this business. I could have been just like you, hiding on the sidelines, waiting for my shot, and collecting a paycheck but I don’t think you understand what that makes you look like. You, Sebastian, are unable to be self-aware, you’re nothing more than some wannabe London mobster…over there lookin’ like a paper boy that never grew out of playing with kids! I’m ready to send you back to London in a bodybag because you’re in my way, and I will gladly stomp you like the roach you are…Guv'nor!
Then there’s whatever the fuck that Masked Gimp, El Landerson, said. Jesus Christ, you must only speak English on the weekends, bro. That was absolute garbage. “Hurrdy Durrdy, Six One Nine,” you delusional ass bum, let me talk to ya! You want to talk about making an impression and how you’re going to a champion, but let me see how I can say this politely…nah, you don’t have what it takes to get it done in Andre Cash’s house, ya feel me! You’re here because you called in a favor and probably offered up your daughter as collateral, but you ain’t earned shit as far as I’m concerned. I fear nothing about you, not that squeaky, Mickey Mouse meets Tijuana voice of yours, not your “aye bro, your pubes be smellin’ nice today” height, and certainly not that “I only speak English on Cinco De Mayo” way you talk. You see, I’ve faced ACTUAL Luchadors, men who would have beat your ass back to San Diego faster than you can say “Hola.” But you expect me to believe you’re some kind of star, some kind of legend, YOU’RE DUMBER THAN YOU LOOK! You’re walking into my domain, you’re entering my temple, and the Alpha is about to send you back to San Diego, but don’t worry, you can still dial something up, not Six One Nine…your bitch ass is about to be dialing Nine-One-One! Ya heard!
It’s time for the world to see what I’m here for, it’s time for me to put this company on my back and take it to the next level! Combat…you’re welcome!
*Andre leaves the shot as the camera zooms into the statue, the engraving says “and so the Alpha held the world, for it was the only way.” The camera continues to zoom in as it fades to black.*
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Post by Sebastian Hamilton on Jan 11, 2023 23:47:36 GMT
As the scene comes up we find ourselves in one of the handful of bars, inside the Hilton Vacation Club Ocean Beach Club, on Virginia beach… Sebastian Hamilton is sat waiting at a small table, a glass of Johnnie Walker in front of him and another glass, sat opposite. He looks at his Omega Speedmaster Moonwatch briefly before he hears the click-clack of heeled shoes on the hotel bar floor. He stands before he’s looked up and pulls the chair out for Ally Anderson who, unusually, is dressed up for the occasion in a sparkling silver dress. She looks a bit perplexed and equally amused at what just happened as she sits and Sebastian pushes her chair in before sitting down again. Ally Anderson I’m sorry I’m late, I got held up with my Producer on the phone… Oh my God, Appletini? How did you know I liked these? It’s one of my favourites! Sebastian Don’t apologise Ms, Anderson and well, you aren’t the only one who can do research you know?? Ally Anderson So it would seem! Did you want to get food, or…? I’m not quite sure what this is… Sebastian This is me giving you something you earned, Ms. Anderson, this is me giving you something you didn’t ask for but have been aching to get done. You were very formal back in England, respectful… Something I’ve seen in a while, I know you wanted to get into some gritty details about me so I thought I’d give you that. If you’re hungry, we can eat? Ally Anderson Not at the moment but oh.. Oh wow, okay I wasn’t expecting this, I don’t have my camera guy, a dictaphone, no…- Sebastian I said I’d give you this, not the IIW Universe, love. This is about me for you. I’m an open book so ask away. Ally Anderson Ahh… Okay so one thing I’ve noticed is that when you applied to the company you had stated you’d done two years in Iraq and Afghanistan, but you don’t look old enough to… How old are you? Sebastian It’s also rude to ask a man his age you know? But I’m thirty, however not all my tours were public. Ally Anderson Oh?? Sebastian Well first and foremost I actually did a lot of my training on a base here in the United States, Texas in fact… But nobody knew who we were, or what we did. Ally Anderson Were you in the SAS, Sebastian? Sebastian I can’t really divulge anything I did… That I’m sure you understand? But trust me when I say I actually did everything by the book. Oh I was a cunning, sly Fox but I was there to do right. Ally Anderson And now?? Sebastian Well now is a different story, sweetheart. I got back from my last mission and after a few days of internal celebrations for those security reasons for my squad, everybody and their mother remembered us, let alone what we did. Ally Anderson That must have been awful, I’m sorry. Sebastian I’m sure you are and I appreciate that, but as you’ve likely gathered I didn’t go wanting, I said screw the Prime Minister and the Government and I went my own way, in order to make some Cash… I did some rather risky things and I did some awfully horrible things. Ally Anderson Such as?? Sebastian takes a mouthful of Johnnie Walker and contemplates for a second. Sebastian Well, there was a time I’d go back to one of the places we’d visit during my tour and I’d dig for days… I’d gather all the Obsidian and I’d go back home and well… Ally Anderson You sold it. Sebastian Of course… Sometimes I’d ride out the Tyde and sometimes I’d down… Then I met Alex and ‘er son…Ally Anderson Who was that?? Sebastian A young woman I’d got on very well with, her kid too to be honest with you, but obviously I wasn’t cut out for that life… Ally Anderson What makes you say that? Sebastian I’m here aren’t I? Ally Anderson Touché, carry on… Sebastian So, she had this land she wanted to sell, but she chose to give it to her boy instead… Ally Anderson And…? Sebastian Well The Land ‘er son took from her, made him extremely wealthy. But then so did the land she gave me. Ally Anderson And… That’s how you became so well off, is it Sebastian? SebastianOh no, not by any means… She did me a huge favour that’s not in question but as you called it the other night, I’d met and made acquaintances with a few families but what you’re probably not aware of, is that the Hamilton’s have always been there own organisation. Ally Anderson They have? Sebastian nods as Ally sips her Appletini, her eyes showing the concentration he’d hoped for… He sank the last of his Johnnie Walker and, in bar sign language, asked the barman for another. Sebastian Oh yeah my family have been running a lot of things for a very long time. O k, Jack’s never really been up for it, but the rest of them… Ally Anderson Sorry, who’s Jack? Sebastian Uncle, dad’s brother… Ally Anderson I see. Sebastian So yeah then here we are. My mental state has never really been the same since my return from war, anger management was never something I could try again after the first time failed so spectacularly and no, I won’t be talking about that tonight. But as we then discussed, I began to take all kinds of steps to ensure my demons were kept locked away. Ally Anderson And it’s helped? Sebastian So far… I mean what you need to understand Ms. Anderson, is that my life isn’t some PG-13 movie and stick around long enough you’re gonna get caught up in it and by that I do mean all of it. I’ve been down before, down but not out… Ally Anderson What happened? Sebastian The same thing that happens every single time. They try and take me out and yeah of course sometimes they’ll take me down… But I’m never done for, I always rise again, like a Phoenix from the ashes. Ally Anderson And those who try and take you down? Sebastian End up like a Tolly love. Ally Anderson Sorry Sebastian, a…? Sebastian Tolly, sorry it means castrated calf… Sebastian laughs at the disgusted face Ally doesn’t mean to pull, but does anyway… He smirks and she realises she’s doing it and laughs with him. Sebastian And on that note I’m now actually hungry… Ally Anderson Are you kidding? Sebastian Not at all, plus I want to go somewhere a bit more likely, The Silence is palpable. Ally Anderson You have a point. There’s a restaurant that does amazing Asian food down the street if you want to go there? Sebastian No problem, got to walk though as the Axel on my rental is busted… Ally Anderson That shouldn’t be a problem. Sebastian You know since coming out of prison I’ve endured a demonic Wraith and had to battle for my Freedom, but I’ve always had an Ace up my sleeve. Ally Anderson And now? Sebastian And now, is no different… T’ see James Freedom up there… Getting an Uprising Title shot on my name is painful, but I will get that boy if it’s the last thing I do but before that I’ve got the pack stacked well against me, don’t you? Ally Anderson I do… I won’t lie to you, Sebastian. But I think you’ve got exactly what it takes to come out on top. Both Ally and Sebastian finish their drinks, stand up and as she doesn’t have one, he wraps his coat over her shoulders. Sebastian Oh of course I will… Now, about that food… Ally smiles at Sebastian as the two leave the hotel through the lobby, where a bellhop hails them a taxi and the scene begins to fizzle out into static.
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