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Post by Shaun Hart on Dec 30, 2022 15:49:08 GMT
( The UK Champion Fred Debonair will be in non title action as he squares off with a familiar opponent in Trigger. These two participated in the rumble and came to blows a couple times but now they get to settle any remaining bad blood in the ring. )
Match Seven Standard Singles Match Fred Debonair vs Chris "Trigger" Cavanagh
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Post by The Celtic Club on Jan 12, 2023 1:08:18 GMT
The IIW faithful were greeted by the cleansing sound of static prior to the scene dissolving to a vision of Chris "Trigger" Cavanagh seated with his back to the camera. His long, wavy hair at shoulder length giving him away.
Trigger: This shit again? This feels like some deja vu if I ever said so myself. For fuck's sake, I don't get how this guy keeps coming up over and over again. This piece of shit is like herpes man, he's the gift that you never wanted and it just keeps on coming back.
Trigger shook his head before spinning himself around on the stool he was seated on but kept his face downward.
Trigger: Only, to be honest with you, you're probably a bit worse than herpes because I didn't get any action prior to receiving this lovely gift. Trigger Cavanagh locking up with, yup you guys at home guessed it, Fred Debonair. Why Fred? You would think at some point your punk ass would learn some type of a lesson. It ain't like Johnnie, myself, or someone else we've been associated with over what feels like the past century hasn't given you a beating. It ain't like the Cavanagh family ain't been taking the Debonair family ain't like they're the fucking garbage on a regular basis. So, with all that good shit in mind, why in the hell do our paths keep crossing? Granted, it ain't usually me. It's usually you and Johnnie Boy locking horns. Shame about it, I can't even remember the last time you won one of those showdowns. It's getting to the point where you're like that guy. That guy who management can go and send out because the crowd just loves to watch you get beat down by people who are better than you, like me.
Trigger chuckled and sucked his front teeth before proceeding.
Trigger: I know what "The Kingdom" will say when it's his turn to talk shit. He will tell me how he's better than me, how Johnnie wins on flukes, how Andy is a nobody, all of that bullshit but in much fancier words and longer sentences. Look, Fred, Johnnie can go punchline for punchline with you like it's a god damned freestyle rap battle but I ain't the wordy one of the family. Don't get me wrong, I got the gift of gab, all of us micks do, but I ain't...uh...what's the word...oh yeah...eloquent about it. I'll just put it to you plain and simple. My foot is gonna go up your ass when we meet at Monday Night Mayhem. Maybe after I take out the trash one more time, your little buddy Shaun Hart can let me get another match with you so I can take that UK Championship off of your hands. Let's face it, you Alphabet Boys over there had grand designs on this place and Johnnie fucked it all up for y'all. Maybe I'll help y'all take another step back and make it so the only strap you guys carry is the International Championship. Shit, since I'm thinking about that, why the hell wasn't this a title match in the first place?
Trigger grabbed a chunk of his hair and pulled his head up for the camera to see, his eyes wide open, his nostrils flared...it was as if he had a light bulb going off in his head.
Trigger: What the hell is this shit? What does a guy gotta do? I shouldn't have to do a god damn thing! Johnnie's the World Champ, they've got Andy Boy in a steel cage and main eventing and all they throw me is a one on one with Fred fucking Debonair?! You know damn well, Fred, they've always called me Trigger because I go off like a hair trigger and I think this one may be the straw that broke the camel's back. I think this might be the last insult I can take. Nah, it's not the insult of sharing the ring with you...AGAIN...it's the insult that they wouldn't even put your piece of tin up for grabs. Not like I'd wanna be the champion of some place like the United Kingdom but taking it off of you guys would still be one hell of a pleasure. Sorry to you Brits, ya know, I'm American and I'm Irish, that's two things that are, well, better. Also, y'all weren't too nice when y'all were in control of Ireland. Whatever, that's some long winded story that Johnnie would love to inform y'all about...I ain't got the knowledge for that, never had much time for reading books--some of us stayed out of the inside, ain't that right, Johnnie?
Trigger shook his head and slapped himself across the lower face, sending his head in one direction and his hair flying over his face.
Trigger: What the hell is wrong with you, Trig? Yeah, Fred, you know me better than anyone in that locker room that ain't Johnnie, Andy or Shannon, you know I'm a little cuckoo, you know a lot of the times I act long before I think and you know that sometimes I never get around to the thinking part at all. Fred Debonair is all too familiar with the loose cannon of Hell's Kitchen, he knows all too well that Trigger doesn't have the slightest bit of remorse for what he does. And that's why, you should know how fucked you are Fred.
Trigger chuckled, his shoulders moving slightly up and down before he whipped his hair back to look back into the camera.
Trigger: You know that even if that strap was on the line I wouldn't give a shit about it. Championships, they're nice, but they're something I've never put much stock into. I was always the guy who would take what came his way but got my jollies off on putting in a little pain. There it is, Trig, maybe that's why they refuse to put respect on your name...the lack of championships. Well, fuck all y'all! What do I need a title for? I'm not Fred Debonair, I don't feel as if I need a championship belt to show I'm a step above somebody else. I'd rather be the guy to take the guys like Fred and try to smack a little sense into them. The problem though, there ain't enough pairs of hands in the world to smack sense into someone as thickheaded as Fred Debonair. The fucking guy just never gives up. He just keeps coming back and coming back even though The Celtic Club has shown him who's boss more times than Andy can count to. I gotta give him credit for the never say never attitude but man, if you don't wise the fuck up soon, I don't give a damn what Johnnie says, I'll have you wearing cement shoes just to finally be done with you. Wait, I didn't mean that, the lawyers ain't gonna like that one, Trig.
Trigger laughed a maniacal cackle as the scene cut to static.
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Post by Devlin Knight. on Jan 14, 2023 22:55:04 GMT
Regulators.
Morgan Freeman: ”Too many of us walk around, without looking up, without looking around… Head down and just, plodding along in our day to day lives. We don’t stop and think about what’s going on behind the door before we open it.”
The light slowly comes up and shows us a door, pure white with a golden 13 on the front… The doorknob rattles as we get a little closer.
Morgan Freeman: ”We never stop for a moment to listen to what’s happening on the other side of the wall, I’m not talking about next door, in the neighbours house, I’m talking about the “other side” of the wall… Just through the cracks, in the ether, the atoms that make up what picturesque views we see…”
The door opens and we close in on one side of the corridor we find ourselves in. A crack slowly begins appearing along the wall, following us as we move down the hall, a blue light shimmers in the middle of the crack… As we near the end of the corridor a window slowly comes into focus… The sound of waves crashing can be heard, kids playing in the sand, dogs barking and chasing frisbees. Two figures can be seen in the distance walking hand in hand.
Morgan Freeman: ”But then there are those of us who are very much clued in to what’s going on, very much in tune with Mother Nature, the Earth or should I say Earths? The issue is, they don’t realise just how in tune they are, they don’t understand their true purpose.”
As the couple get closer, we start to recognise them as Fred Debonair and Aurora Frost. They’re hand in hand as the incoming tide laps at their bare feet.
Aurora: ”I wish I could have been there, Fred, there’s not much I can do being in Las Vegas when you’re travelling all over the country and Internationally, but… Feeling the way I have been I haven’t been able to leave the house.”
Fred: ”It’s okay babe, I’ve told you before you’ve got nothing to apologise for. I mean to be brutally honest, with the things me, Abe and Gerald saw I’m glad you weren’t there…”
Aurora: ”You mean like the Bunny??”
Fred: ”Exactly like that. Not just that though, I’ve been involved in so…-“
Suddenly as Fred looks around he realises that he and Aurora are pretty much alone. Looking to the far end of the beach, they watch as everybody else appears to be getting evacuated as three or four blacked out SUVs have parked by the entrance to the beach and armed guards are rustling them up. Suddenly the air gets thick and the sand is whipped around both their faces as the sounds of chopper blades whir behind them. Fred Shields Aurora as a NATO NH-90 begins to make its descent and lands on the beach, not fifty feet away from them. The door opens and two Soldiers climb out and wait as a very attractive woman in a suit steps out of the chopper, the Soldiers flanking her as she approaches Fred and Aurora, it is Colonel Foster and she looks extremely determined as she gets within a few inches of his face and yet still has to shout.
Colonel Foster: ”Fred Debonair?”
Fred: ”That’s me, Ma’am! What is all of this?!”
Whilst never having too much of a Military background, Fred still saluted both Soldiers and Colonel Foster. She waved his arm down and shook her head.
Colonel Foster: ”Sir, I’m afraid there’s some pretty odd stuff going on right now, that I’m sure you’re aware of given as you’re right in the middle of it! But, I’m going to need the both of you, to come with me!”
Aurora: ”Wait, where are we going??”
Fred purses his lips, smirking slightly. He looks between the Colonel and Aurora before taking a deep breath and saying…
Fred: ”Babe… We’re going to Area 51.”
Mount up…
The corridors don’t look anything like you would expect from an “underground” bunker as Fred and Aurora walk a little way behind Colonel Foster and two armed Military personnel. In fact this could be anybody’s office building in the middle of downtown Los Angeles or Manhattan… And then we get to the double layered security door protected by fingerprint, retina and voice recognition. Fred and Aurora look at one another and shrug, impressed as the Colonel takes them through to a huge room and as Fred and Aurora take it in their breaths escape them.
They’re standing on what appears to be a walkway fifteen feet above the ground and looking down they can see row upon row of machinery, complex supercomputers it looks like, with men and women in suits and/or white coats… At the end of the room, mounted on an obsidian base, sits what appears to be a portal, something resembling the window from the Stargate series.
Colonel Foster: ”You’ve obviously seen these before, haven’t you Fred? You and Gerald…”
Fred: ”Erm, yeah that’s right…”
Colonel Foster: ”It’s okay Fred, we’re all among friends here.”
Fred sighs, relaxes then begins walking down the stairs on the walkway towards all the people and machinery.
Fred: ”Okay! Well thank God for that, yes Colonel I’ve been dealing with these anomalies for a very long time…”
Aurora: ”Wait, babe?”
Fred: ”It’s cool babe, I’ll explain soon… Look Colonel I’ve no idea what this thing I encountered was but it definitely came from one of these things…”
Colonel Foster: ”So when did this start… The Bunny?”
Fred: ”First time I had any connection, was when me, Abe and Gerald were in Salem…”
Aurora: ”Okay seriously somebody needs to tell me what’s going on? Fred? I thought you were a Wrestler??”
Fred: ”I am. I’m just also part of… Something else, I guess you could say?”
Aurora: ”Oh God I think I’m going to be sick…”
Fred: ”Oh c’mon Aurora, it’s not th…-“
Aurora: ”It’s not you, or this… Is there a bathroom around??”
Colonel Foster: ”Sergeant Lipinski! Could you take this young lady to the head??”
A female Soldier waves Aurora over and she duly follows. Fred turns back towards the Stargate and walks towards it with Colonel Foster.
Colonel Foster: ”So you were saying Salem?”
Fred: ”Yeah it confronted me and told me the world was going to end in a certain number of days… I think we’ve got about fourteen weeks left.”
Colonel Foster: ”And then you were thrown into one a few weeks ago right? Woke up in the middle of a Wrestling ring in New York?”
Fred: ”Oh God yeah that was a nightmare. I was stuck in some dark place, I hadn’t even made it to an alt Earth…”
Suddenly there’s a rumble from ahead of them, everybody looks up and there is an electronic bubbling storm floating throughout the shell of the obsidian base. Fred and Colonel Foster both see the same thing and begin to run for the Portal as an alarm triggers. A door in the back of the room opens and Sergeant Lipinski walks in with Aurora, just in time to see Fred and Colonel Foster jump through the vortex inside the portal… And then everything inside the bunker goes dead silent…
It was a clear black night…
…The noise and rush of wind from the vortex is so loud as Fred and Colonel Foster come crashing through it and then as quick as a flash, it’s gone… Not just the noise, everything. There’s nothing but the other side of wherever they are, when they turn.
Colonel Foster: ”Well ain’t that just peachy?!”
Fred: ”Perfect… Just perfect. So I’m here in, wherever the hell this jungle is and Aurora is stuck back in actual Area 51!”
Colonel Foster: ”She’ll be fine, there’s protocols that if something like this were to happen and whoever was on board had guests in the bunker they’d be taken to their closest living quarters if, you for example, hadn’t returned in half-hour. They’ll take her back to your Vegas complex.”
Fred: ”Well, that’s a little more reassuring, so an…-“
Suddenly there’s a noise in the distance, indistinguishable to Fred and the Colonel however. She looks at Fred and does hand signals telling him to go left and she’ll go right… He nods and they seperate. Fred walks through what appears to be overgrown bushes that turn into trees which brush against his face…
Fred: ”Trust me to get sucked into the land of the freaking giants leading up to my first Mayhem post Ice-Crown and no, I don’t want to say a word about the rumble because yet again! I falter at that last hurdle Fred Debonair is currently zero for two in Battle Royal’s which isn’t just a pain in the ass it’s damn embarrassing! I’m bigger than that, I’m better than that I AM Fred Debonair! I’m not sure however if I should take it as a compliment that the one person who keeps slipping by me, is my CCPE guy, J Mont? J, you decided to go that extra step this time around eh? YOU were the one that eliminated me… YOU were the one who took me out! But I digress, we can sort that out this week, but right now I’m focused on someone who continues to haunt me… Chris Cavanagh, “Trig”.
How many times are we going to have to go through this, Trig? How many times are you and Fred Debonair going to have to keep doing this Tango?! Every single time you and I face off it only ends one way brother, why do you keep accepting it when you see my name opposite yours when we’re set up together?! Are you a glutton for punishment? Or are you just that happy being lackey to your big brother you’re blinded by it all!l?! Because that’s what you are, isn’t it Trig? You’re just John’s puppet! You just do what Johnnie boy tells you to do and you ask no questions… Now Andy? He may not be the big brains of the operation but he’s definitely got the fortitude to ask some questions, whether he actually means to or not!
I’ve said it before Trig and I’ll say it again, you’re nothing more than a Footsoldier. Now if you’re happy doing that, then so be it but you’re just gonna keep getting beat on and beat on, until sense is drummed into you, hoss… There’s also another thing playing on my mind, that I just can’t shake and that’s how you guys attacked my sister a while back. You know I may no longer like the goody-two-shoes priss, but she is still my sister and what you guys all did to her, how I found her in that locker room… I’ve still got to give you payback! There will be a time I finish things with John but I’m gonna leave that to J Mont… For now I’m taking down the yes men! The ones who skulk in the background and do all the bidding and it starts with Trigger!”
Fred baulks at a loud crash and roar that emanates from the trees somewhere in the distance he looks around but sees nothing so continues through the trees ahead not spotting anything he recognises.
Fred: ”You know Trig out of everybody in The Celtic Club, after Cav, I’d honestly think you were the big gun of the operation, but you just need to get the nepotism out of the way! You know I don’t know if you realise you’re doing it or it’s a subconscious thing, you continue to grip onto your brother's rope and allow him to pull you along… Those coat tails are literally dragging along beside you, when are you going to get out Johnnie’s shadow…? I tell you what, Trig, how about you do it Monday night against me? Tell John and Andy to stay in the dressing room and you come and be your own man eh?? How about it, Trigger? Boom - boom…
You know, usually I’m going on at you with Andy as if you come as a pair like Laurel and Hardy or Beavis and Butthead but now we do this with just Hardy or Butthead… I’m sure you had the same thought as me when you saw the card come up right? Ah shit why have I gotta get another beatdown by the IIW UK Champion! The Kingdom is about to come crumbling down around you, hoss and there ain’t a damn thing you can do about it! You always fancy yourself as what was it? Going off like a hair trigger hence your name… But you haven’t seen Fred Debonair in a very, very long time, and what you’re about to witness is quite possibly the beginning of the end… Of The Celtic Club.
No…
Scratch that…
Trigger what’s coming on Monday Night Mayhem IS the beginning of the end of The Celtic Club. Starting with you, then the brawns of the operation, Andy Donahue… And then? The big man J.C! You won’t need to take my word for it, not for much longer anyway. Because soon you’ll all see first hand! If… I can ever get out of this place anyway!”
Suddenly Fred hears something behind him as the trees begin crashing around him. He looks up in awe, but we don’t see what he does. A shout is heard behind him, his name… He runs in the direction and sees Colonel Foster waving him toward the portal again, he’d obviously got himself turned around, however the image on the other side of the portal doesn’t look like Area 51. They run towards it anyway and leap through…
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…Everything goes quiet again and the two look around the airfield they appear to be standing on, Fred looks up at a sign and reads it [NORTH LAS VEGAS AIRPORT]. The bright Sun in the sky affords them the information it’s now midday, where they were in Area 51 at night. Two Humvees approach their location down the runway and as they do, both the Colonel and Fred’s phones both blow up. Colonel Foster checks her phone, as Fred answers his…
Fred: ”It’s Fred…”
Voice: ”Wow. D’You even let the phone ring?”
Fred: ”Not if I can help it. I like to keep whoever calls my number on guard. Now, who’s this? Before I hang up again… If this is you, Rabbit…”
Voice: “Uh, well, Fred. It’s… uh… MarkFlynn.”
Fred: “Ahhhhh, my WGWF pal from CCPE! The guy who’s been helping me sort things with Cable, Tristan and Co!”
Flynn: “Uh… Yeah. That Flynn. Listen, Fred. I’m in kind-of-a… JAM. I need help.”
Fred: ”Welp, luckily I’ve got no weird shit going on right now, I can be there shortly.”
Fred and Colonel Foster climb into one of the Humvees, in preparation for debrief.
Flynn: ”Uh… That’s unnecessary. I just ne-”
Fred: “Nah I insist, Flynn. You need help and the best way to provide that help is to be there in-person to understand the full scope and nature of your… ‘jam’.”
Flynn: ”Uh… Alright. I’ll… Uh… Text you our location, I guess?”
Fred looks at the Colonel and chuckles.
Fred: ”C’mon hoss. When you’re as well-connected as I am, you know where everyone is.”
Fred hangs up the phone and puts it into his pocket looking at Colonel Foster…
Fred: ”So, how the hell did we end up here? And is Aurora back home?”
Colonel Foster: ”No idea and well, we’ve been gone over half hour so based on protocol, yes she is…”
Fred: ”How much longer than half hour?”
Colonel Foster: ”Only the three days…”
Fred just looks at her, then the debriefing officer. He shakes his head and laughs.
Fred: ”Right, well after this debrief you need to get me to a Denny’s!”
FADE — TO — BLACK.
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