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Post by Shaun Hart on Dec 30, 2022 15:50:06 GMT
(Andy Donahue had an impressive showing in the Ice Crown Rumble that management is ready to let him loose on his own in singles action and see if he continues to impress but it won't be easy as Crush looks to bounce back from his loss at Explosion and get back on track and remind people exactly why he is known as a top guy and get a little revenge against The Celtic Club by taking out one of Cavs boys in the process.)
Main Event Steel Cage Match "The Heir Apparent" Andy Donahue vs Crush
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Post by The Celtic Club on Jan 10, 2023 0:52:41 GMT
John Cavanagh: So, um, I got something for you…
The voice of the IIW World Champion echoed in the darkness that the scene had presented to the Netflix faithful. A cloud of smoke bellowed upwards as the camera panned downward and caught a glimpse of John Cavanagh with a joint in his hand.
John Cavanagh: I think I’m going to be taking this next edition of Mayhem off as far as this goes but you and Trig, you guys got some shit to get done.
The camera panned to the opposing side of the table that John sat out to see the mountain sized traps of Andy Donahue.
Andy Donahue: Anything you need, Johnnie, you know I got you.
John Cavanagh: Good, good. You’re gonna be in for the biggest match of your life, kid.
Andy smiled, he had been waiting for the opportunity to truly prove himself in front of the world, to prove to himself that he had what it takes to live up to the lofty expectations that he had created for himself–could he be as good as good old Johnnie Cav?
Andy Donahue: I’m droolin’ at the mouth for this one, man.
John smiled at his young protege, he knew that Andy busted his ass in the gym and in the ring–he might not always show it because he was a hard ass but Cavanagh was fully aware of what Andy was capable of and what he brought to the table.
John Cavanagh: Crush.
Andy Donahue: That piece of shit?
John Cavanagh: In a cage.
The Heir Apparent smirked at such an opportunity. This is what he had been waiting for. This is what he had been working towards.
Andy Donahue: Fuckin’ lovely. I can’t wait. I won’t let you down, Johnnie.
The One Man Dynasty nodded his head up and down and took another pull from his joint. John passed the joint to Andy.
John Cavanagh: I’m sure you won’t. You’ve got the prick in the cage, make sure he never forgets this Mayhem.
Andy took a drag from the joint as his head bobbed up and down in agreement. The scene briefly cut to static prior to reopening to the familiar site of Kline’s Gym in Hell’s Kitchen, New York. Andy Donahue could be seen seated on a chest fly machine with a skimpy tank top, a pair of Nike sneakers and a set of basketball shorts. His body, covered in condensation, had been spent during his time at the gym–but that didn’t mean he couldn’t speak.
Andy Donahue: For the first time in my entire life, Andy Donahue has a chance to showcase himself on one of the biggest stages this business has. The main event of a Monday Night Mayhem, in a singles match no less. I honestly always figured if I found myself in a main event it would be thanks to some six man tag or some shit like that. Nah, I was wrong…ain’t the first time, won’t be the last. Let me let all of you people in on a little bit of history when it comes to this machine you all see in front of you.
Andy reached down to the floor and pulled up a dampened blue towel, he wiped his head off with it before continuing.
Andy Donahue: I grew up in Hell’s Kitchen, New York, one of the few Irish families left in the neighborhood–all the others had already left. I grew up knowing my neighborhood’s history and that led me to idolizing the Cavanagh brothers. Johnnie and Chris, the guy y’all know better as Trig, they were the young up and comers when I was a little one. My formative years were spent listening to stories of guys like them, what they were doing from night to night in the bars, how they laid the law down on the streets…hell, I knew more about their father, Ryan, than I ever knew about my own father. Huh, I guess that’s what happens when your mother falls for some deadbeat asshole that couldn’t face the reality of his decisions. He thought he was some big time coke dealer, one day he left and never came back home so my mother did what she could to keep me on the straight and narrow.
Andy chuckled for a moment.
Andy Donahue: Sorry Momma, ain’t your fault your baby boy was born to be part of the mayhem. But, ya know what? It was a good thing I idolized those Cavanagh brothers growing up–if I didn’t I wouldn’t be the Andy Donahue the world has come to know. Sure, I’d still be a beast, my grandfather made sure I was practically raised in his gym. While most kids were hoping to win the spelling bee in school, I was learning proper form for curls, chest press and deadlifts. While guys like Crush were busy whacking their meat to make themselves feel like men, I was busy proving myself and making my bones in the streets of Hell’s Kitchen. While Crush was doing his best impersonation of a tough guy…I was learning how to be a tough guy in real time from the toughest motherfucker this business got to offer! I didn’t come into this industry on some fluke, Crush. I didn’t come into this industry because I grew up wanting to be the World Champion. I came into this industry because the God of my neighborhood decided that I had a future in a combat sport.
Andy lifted his arms in the air and flexed his prized biceps for the world to see.
Andy Donahue: In case you couldn’t tell, I think Johnnie Boy had a good idea. It wasn’t that he needed me to come into wrestling, it wasn’t that I needed wrestling to cement my own legacy–it was that both of us saw the value it added. Some of you boys in the back have a little resentment towards us, no big deal, it’s something I knew I was going to have to face at some point. People like Crush, people who think they have earned their spot, people who think that this is their playground…they don’t like that street kids like us found ourselves a niche to carve out in this industry. Now, to top that sundae off with a nice shiny cherry, it’s time for Andy Donahue to branch out on his own and make a name for himself as a singles competitor. Crush, in case you weren’t paying attention, I already went into the Ice Crown Battle Royal and did what I could do. Trig and I got those spots because Johnnie wanted one of osu to win and bring the World Tag Team Championships back to The Celtic Club but unfortunately that wasn’t in the cards. Unfortunately some piece of shit called J Mont wound up beating all of us in that battle royal. Now, instead of Trig and I going to take those pretty Tag belts, I guess the idea is to have us go into competition without one another. Maybe Johnnie don’t want them belts no more. Maybe Johnnie thinks we need a little break from that pursuit…don’t matter…boss said what we gotta do and now we're gonna get to it.
The mountain of a man slammed the palms of his hands together creating a loud echo.
Andy Donahue: Now if Johnnie Cav tells The Heir Apparent to go get into that cage with some overrated piece of shit like Crush, you best believe I’m gonna get down with that and be prepared to rumble. Crush, you might be on cloud nine after you finally got to highlight a pay-per-view here in the IIW but let us all remember the outcome…you failing miserably. Did Johnnie need that chloroformed rag to make you pass out? Highly doubt it. Pretty sure a little bit of time in the Celtic Deathlock would have got the job done. Everyone and their mother knows that your punk ass would have never been able to deal with the pain. Maybe that’s what sets me apart from pricks like you, Crush. Y’all gonna sit around and think that because you got put to sleep with something other than a legit hold that keeps you looking strong, guess what, you’re wronger than a made guy violating the oath of Omerta! You take that as your crutch for why you would be the IIW Champion on a different day or you use it as the excuse for why you deserve another opportunity at Johnnie, well guess what, you don’t deserve shit! You didn’t deserve that title shot, you don’t deserve another one, you don’t deserve to be in a main event of Combat let alone of Mayhem and you definitely don’t deserve to share the ring with the next big thing that the IIW has to offer.
Andy smiled at the camera as he began to rub the palms of his hands together.
Andy Donahue: That’s right, this man, this granite chiseled body, these arms, this chest…it’s the future of not only this company but this business! I told everyone who was willing to listen that I was going out there at the Ice Crown Rumble to prove myself, to make a name for myself and that’s just what the fuck I did! I wanted the victory but you can’t always get what you want. What did I get instead? I got to take another step in the right direction. I got another opportunity to showcase what this fine tuned machine is capable of getting done. I was able to make sure that everyone in the back took notice of Andy fucking Donahue. Yeah, some of y’all might just view me as the muscle for Johnnie and Trig, some of y’all might think I’m just some dimwit that lifts weights, maybe you guys think all I can do is pick things up and put things down but that ain’t the case. I might not have the vocabulary that somebody like Johnnie has but then again, he learnt most of that shit locked up in a cage…something I haven’t had to deal with yet. That’s ok though, don’t mean much to me other than I’ve got a bit more to learn. So what, I ain’t the best or the one with the most knowledge–I am fully on my way to being the best and I’m going to show that when that steel cage locks shut.
The Heir Apparent looked down to his hands, the veiny forearms that were attached to his bulging biceps, he cocked his head to the side to see his mountainous shoulders.
Andy Donahue: These arms, they’re arms that the majority of men can’t escape from. Listen to me and listen clearly, Crush, I’m not going to sit here and poke fun at your name, your bullshit gimmick, your tinfoil championship belt, I’m just going to speak facts. You are a former UK Champion so I must give credit where credit is due–that means you ain’t no slouch. But, ya know what? That title run of yours, is going to make this match that much more sweet. I know I’m going into the ring with someone who has held championship gold here in the IIW–something I can’t say I’ve done. But, when I get you inside of that cage, I am going to show you the true difference between the two of us. One man that has built himself up in his own head to the point that he actually believes the bullshit he says. You really do believe you’re God’s gift to professional wrestling but I’m pretty sure everybody knows you’re not…and if they didn’t know you’re not, they most definitely figured it out when the almighty ECE Champion, the “King of Extreme” was the one on the losing end of that triple threat match with Johnnie and Blade. It ain’t no big thing, ya know, it was just the main event of IIW’s biggest show of the year, it was just for the biggest prize in our sport and you just happened to fail when it counted. Must be painful to watch that match back, huh? Yeah, I’m waiting for you to call bullshit and no one will listen. You can’t make excuse after excuse for losses and expect anyone to give a shit. It’s like the boy who cried wolf, after a while no one cared and no one believed him–same for Crush. Crush keeps telling anyone who will listen for a split second how great he is, how dominant he is, how he is better than everyone who ever has or ever will step between the ropes but…we can count on one hand the amount of people that believe it.
Donahue stuck up a finger with each of the following names…
Andy Donahue: Crush, Crush’s mom, Crush’s dad, Crush’s no longer existent brother PG-13…and that’s it. Damn man! I only used four fingers, this is usually where Johnnie or Trig make some joke about not going to six because I might get confused about switching hands but I ain’t as dumb as everyone thinks. I might be a lughead but I’m a lughead with more brain power than Crush and his three supporters combined. Crush, I’m set out on a journey this year to pave my own little path, grow the legend of The Celtic Club while growing my own legend. This Mayhem I’ve been given a great proving ground for just that. I’m facing someone who has been a champion around here one on one inside of a steel cage. No where for either of us to hide, no one to help…just yourself. This Mayhem is my fuckin’ night!
Andy turned his back to the camera as the scene cut to static.
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Post by Crush on Jan 11, 2023 2:11:42 GMT
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Post by The Celtic Club on Jan 13, 2023 0:49:39 GMT
The scene cuts into the traditional static that accompanies the members of The Celtic Club before dissolving to show “The Heir Apparent” Andy Donahue standing in front of a flag that reads “Monday Night Mayhem”. The large man is wearing a slim tank top and a pair of jeans as he rubs the palms of his hands back and forth.
Andy Donahue: We just keep getting closer and closer. Seconds are ticking away on the clock and the world is moving towards the day that Andy Donahue plants his flag as one of the future stars of this sport. I’m gonna share something with all of y’all that I’m not always happy to share. My entire life, people have been writing me off as dumb. That’s right, I said it, and maybe I ain’t got all the brains in the world but ya know what? I’m way smarter than people give me credit for, and I’m definitely a lot smarter than that asshole Crush assumes I am because it's pretty clear I lapped his intelligence. Shit man, still think you’re a “king” huh? A king of what is the real question! The man who I’ve heard say he needs no gimmick but calls himself the King of Extreme–let me get to the bottom of this, last I checked the King of Extreme would have to be considered Terry Funk until he passes away and I ain’t never seen Crush in the ring with him. After him? Probably Mick Foley or Tommy Dreamer. And, um, yeah, still ain’t seen Crush in the ring with a victory over either of them.
Andy shook his head back and forth in disgust.
Andy Donahue: OK, so you’re not the King of Extreme, I just proved that gimmick false. What’s the next thing you could be “king” of, Crush? King of Wrestling? Definitely not. King of IIW? Um, maybe after everyone else is released from their contract after it comes out that Osh Vaughan had some NDAs floating around all these years. Let’s face it, Crush, you’re as much a king as anyone else in this promotion. You’re the king in your own mind and nowhere else. You walk around like somebody who has been carrying this company when you ain’t even sniffed a World Championship reign in IIW. Neither have I, I know Captain Obvious, but at least I don’t pretend I’m some kind of god walking around this place. I know I’m still at the base of the mountain, trust me Johnnie reminds me enough, but I’m working my way up. My showing at the Ice Crown Rumble was just the beginning–Crush, you are that next step. You wanna sit and bitch about losing an opportunity you fought a year to get? Well, I’m begging you to bring all of that pent up rage to the steel cage at Mayhem. I ain’t the one to shy away from a fight, Crush, I am always down to get a little color and I got no problem giving you a little color yourself. Who do you actually blame for that loss? Look in a mirror and you can see that corny ass that cost himself the World Championship. You can be angry at yourself all you want but it ain’t gonna help you one bit against The Heir Apparent once that cage door locks shut.
Andy looked to his hands and began to raise them up towards his face.
Andy Donahue: These bear mitts, they’re gonna be all over you Crush. They’re going to toss you from one side of the ring to the other. They’re going to rake your ugly face across that chain link fence. These hands are gonna be the ones to beat a little sense into you since it seems the ass beating you got from Johnnie Boy and Blade Alexander didn’t do the job. You’re so far out there in your train of thought that you’re telling us all you didn’t come here to play second fiddle to myself and Johnnie but let’s face it, Crush, being second fiddle would be a blessing for someone as hopeless as you. You might be the guy who has been around the world and won a bunch of championships, but anyone with two eyes can see that you ain’t second fiddle. Hell, you ain’t even third or fourth or fifth. There are these things that kind of help us all figure out who is who in the pecking order, I forget what they’re called…um, oh yeah, championships which you got one you bought off of Amazon and decided to claim yourself as a champion.
The mountain of a man rolled his eyes and smirked at the thought of Crush customizing a replica IIW World Championship he bought off of a Black Friday sale.
Andy Donahue: If Crush really doesn’t think I understand the importance of this match he really is brain dead. You think this match is important because of things you can’t even explain to me? You can’t explain how much you’re going to “destroy and dismantle” me? You really must be on some good dope, old timer, because you’re about to get lapped by THE future. You think I’m chasing fame and fortune? Fame ain’t worth shit. Fortune? There are a million ways I can make that. You’re chasing the future? EXACTLY! I AM THE GOD DAMN FUTURE! I don’t know if you realized the name I was given by Johnnie Boy and since Johnnie was the guy who just beat you at Explosion…I think he might have a leg up on crowning someone the prince of professional wrestling. The future is Andy Donahue, Crush you are the past, at best. You may mention after Sunday night all of my questions will be answered but, um, we are going to be facing off on Monday night so I guess you’re a little off on that one, must be senility from all those chair shots you’ve taken to become the “King of Extreme”.
Andy palmed his face and laughed for a moment.
Andy Donahue: You’ve got to be kidding me, right? You couldn’t even get the date right of our match? Then you want to go and ask all of these questions that we are apparently all asking ourselves? I’ll answer each one of them for you. Why is Crush so dominant? He’s not. Who can stop him? Cav already proved he can and after Monday night you can add Andy Donahue to that list. Why are you such a bastard? Because your mother was a whore that only knew your father in a bathroom stall for seventeen seconds. You’re nobody's worst nightmare in the ring, Crush, and you’re right it does suck to be me because I have to sit through your boring ass promos. I get it, you’re on the rag when it comes to not being the World Champion. It happens, man, Trig and I have come up short a couple of times for the Tag Titles too, shit happens, get the fuck over it before I force you to get over it. Give you a little amnesia as I bash your thick skull up against one of the posts in that cage over and over and over again. Talk about a poor antelope, what the fuck I gotta do with an antelope my guy? You half retarded or some shit? That loose as a goose slut mother drop you on the head or summin’? Shit, this is what I’m supposed to be locked in a cage with. I always thought it was a punk way to win a cage match by escaping but I might just escape so I don’t have to hear some stupid analogy while we’re in a lockup.
The Irishman cracked his knuckles and stretches his neck.
Andy Donahue: You are on some shit, ain’t you? Full of yourself to the max. I mean, I know I can be full of myself, who the fuck wouldn’t be with a physique like man but you, you ain’t done shit. You won the United Kingdom Championship, good shit congrats, Fred Debonair got that right now. You know who’s better than Fred Debonair? All three members of The Celtic Club. You know what that means? All three of us are better than you by extension. You can call yourself as many pointless gimmick names as you want, King of Extreme, Curse Breaker, Wrestling God, I don’t give a shit because you’re just tossing shit against the wall and hoping that it sticks. Well, guess what Father Time, it ain’t gonna work. You’ve reached your peak and that was your fluke run as UK Champion. You ain’t taking the World Championship from Johnnie and until he wants to step aside, I’m gonna go and pick up whatever is left of J Mont and take his International Championship after he fails against Johnnie too. And after Trig takes care of Debonair this Mayhem, I’m sure he can take that UK Title too. The Celtic Club can be dripped in gold, finally. You bitch about an entire year to get that World Championship opportunity, bitch I been here two years grinding away at Johnnie’s side. You hear me moaning? Nah, because we all get what we deserve and I ain’t done enough to deserve even a contender’s match yet. It is what it is but I promise you this, I’m going to use our time together inside of this little slice of hell we will be sharing to show this company and everyone in that locker room why Andy Donahue was given his gimmick. And ya know what? I ain’t gonna keep saying it, Crush, I’m going to let my actions against you at Monday Night Mayhem prove it.
Andy stared into the camera as the scene cut to static.
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