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Post by Kalvin "Kal" Dayspring on Jan 12, 2023 21:33:02 GMT
The Global Champions hangs above a domed cage, and only one man can walk away with it. Only our second Edition of Combat but potentially the biggest match of the year. Who will be Combat's first Global Champion? Caleb Scott vs TJ Alexander vs PG 13 vs Sebastian Hamilton vs Axel Shaw vs The Wraith vs Iron Wolf vs Andre Cash Andre Cash Caleb Scott TJ Alexander PG-13 Sebastian Hamilton @axelshaw Mr. Tees Iron Wolf Quick Link: Match results
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2023 15:15:00 GMT
NO MORE WARNINGS… NO MORE WARNINGS… NO MORE WARNINGS...
Prologue Those who were warned about Axel Shaw's reign of terror have now been forced to witness his success. The warnings have actually become as true as Kayne West getting remarried can you believe that folks? You see, for a guy who’s managed to shove not only one toe in his mouth but his whole damn foot it’s hilarious to imagine people still admire his origins. You tell the world one day he will be president and can hear the laughing and snickering clouding the room. Axel Shaw managed to silence the world when he was able to pick up not only one but two victories in one night. That's impressive isn’t it? Now a carrot dangles just in-front of his eyes as he has earned a chance to compete for the newest championship introduced to the IIW but has to compete against SEVEN other competitors. All the preparation, all the training, all the heavy lifting has been fulfilled now we just have to see if he can take that next step in IIW.
Scene The darkened light’s of an old factory appear on the television screen and we can only imagine the smell isn’t too appealing at the same time. In the camera shot we can see seven pigs lined up on butcher hooks twirling around at a slow rate. Axel Shaw is also standing in the view of the camera with a giant smirk across his facial features with his eyes wide open. Seen standing in front of these dangling slabs of meat with the blood dripping slowly onto the floor in front of him. With his black leather jacket and black t-shirt that has the words “Broken Axel” printed in big blue lettering aligned horizontally directly centered on his chest. Accompanying his jacket and shirt we can see he has a pair of blue jeans with black wrestling boots finishing off his appearance. Walking over slowly he walks up to the first pig in the lineup and gives it a slight tap as he chuckles a little bit before speaking.
Axel Shaw - “Seven little piglets to represent the seven competitors in which I have to compete against isn’t that just wonderful. I want to welcome each and every individual to my slaughter house in which these pigs are the only thing that happens to stand in my way of achieving that covenant Global Championship here in IIW. In true fashion these pigs are just dripping in blood just like my opponents they will feel the pain and suffering in which I hold in my hands. I want the world to understand that I came to IIW to prove myself and that’s exactly what I intend to do. Nothing will interfere with those exact plans, that's for damn sure. Pigs are a very interesting animal as they are a staple in most meals served in the average household any time of the day whether it’s breakfast, lunch or dinner. Taking down pigs in reality is almost the same as a wrestling match in retrospect because with one good swing it can all be over before the blink of an eye.”
Reaching down on a wooden table that is set up to his left Axel Shaw grabs a meat cleaver that is quite shiny and looks very sharp. Taking a swing he lands a blow on the first pig as more blood leaks out from the lifeless slab of meat. Dripping more rapidly on the warehouse floor with a sadistic look on his face he continues to speak.
Axel Shaw -“The first piggy we have will be Wraith as I feel in my eyes he might just be the weakest of the bunch. Wraith we went through this last Combat when you clearly underestimated my abilities the first time. I walked in that graveyard and proved not only do I not fear it but also don’t fear you. Nothing like bashing your head against the wall week in and week out expecting a different result but that's insanity at its finest. Just like the last Combat I am going to walk away victorious once again and leave you wondering where you went wrong.”
Slowly walking away from the first pig he walks towards the second pig that is hanging just to his left. This time he doesn’t take a swing at it but he does slap in making a loud noise in the warehouse. Speaking in a more defined tone he continues to speak.
Axel Shaw - “Andre Cash the Alpha himself right? You call IIW and Combat your house correct? What happens when the braces and supports of that house start crumbling under the pressure and the house starts to collapse? I don’t care to be honest how stable your house may pretend to be when I take out my sledge hammer and begin chipping away at the concrete pillars holding it together. I am not sure if you understand my logic here Andre? so let me bring it down to a level you can understand. I will be that individual who was hired to bulldoze your property and sell it to a local buyer so he can turn it into another water bottling plant. In your head do you actually believe for one moment that the Global Championship should be around your waist or you are just painting a very creative image in your own mind. You are just like this second pig hanging from the hook I don’t even have to slice to know it’s not the best one of the batch.”
Now walking past pigs three and four he moves on the piggy five leaving everyone wondering why he didn’t stop at the last two pigs on the hooks. As he reaches piggy five he punches it directly in the head before he speaks.
Axel Shaw - “It’s tough to run a family business that even your own family doesn’t appreciate isn’t that right Sebastian. I don’t have to give you my views on war because obviously you have witnessed it first hand. There will be no white flags waved in the air on this night because a man without fear will never surrender to the opposition. It takes a lot of bravery to pull the trigger aimed at another human being without understanding them. Did you ever think about his family before you let the bullet fly or was it all cold emotions? You are the one person I want to stand in that ring and look dead set in the eyes before I hit you with a left hand that will feel like a gunshot. I fight all my battles with my own two hands. I don't need a weapon to feel powerful because that’s the coward's way out. Combat will be all the proof laid out in front of your eyes as I am holding the championship over your lifeless body.”
Walking towards pigs six and seven Axel Shaw grabs pig six and smashes it against pig seven well he becomes very serious. With a lifeless emotion on his face he begins to speak about these exact two pigs.
Axel Shaw - “I have decided to group these two pigs into one category as they are both very familiar faces to myself. PG-13 and TJ Alexander. It was only just a matter of time before our paths crossed once again in professional wrestling. You see there is history between us three and some for the good some for the bad. PG-13 and myself have worked together previously and I will say we have had some great fights as part of the same team but, never have we competed against each other. The Destroyer is the same man who was willing to kidnap his own brother's wife to prove a point. I dare you to try something like that to me and guarantee you will regret that decision faster than allowing Crush to walk away with your championship. Isn’t it ironic that two men you were once close to are going to steal a championship right before your eyes. We also have TJ Alexander who piggy banked his way to a victory he clearly didn’t deserve no pun intended. We all know you were inside that match because no one else wanted to step to the plate and get involved in that family turmoil. You see what you failed to realize is that Crush isn’t around to protect you this time and you actually have to survive on your own two feet. That Global Championship isn’t for the weak hearted individuals who are just looking to add the next accolade to their accomplishments. You do know the moment that you accomplish that goal the target gets bigger here on your back in IIW right? TJ I didn’t join forces with The Mecca because of my lack of abilities. It’s obvious these other guys saw something in me that will never be associated with you and that is potential. You were voted most improved in IIW but that to me just proves maybe your peak of potential is at its highest. Twenty years old and to think no more improvements to make is an unstable predicament to be in. I promise no matter what happens and you suffer that heartbroken feeling once again just like when Caleb Scott defeated you I will be standing tall.”
After little hesitation Axel Shaw walks back to the two pigs he missed earlier seeing both of them marked with a red x. When he reaches both pigs he begins shouting a little louder as he speaks.
Axel Shaw - “The last two pigs of the bunch both already holding championships in IIW Caleb Scott and Iron Wolf. Both these guys have proved themselves worthy of competition but yet they have never faced someone like myself. Just like two piggy banks I am going to smash them open and collect the rewards inside. This is my money making opportunity here in IIW and won’t allow them to gain any upper hands or advantages. You see, Mecca is not just a choice, it's a brotherhood and only just a matter of time before the world understands we are going to take over everything in IIW. The first domino to fall in this masterplan is myself becoming Global Champion bringing more gold and accolades to the group. Caleb Scott bring your baseball bat and try to swing on me I dare you because it will be a fatal mistake in your career. I have received advice from someone who was able to overcome and win the Ice Crown Rumble. He told me to go out and get it done just like he did and leave you with a familiar outcome but let me ask. Does the failure from that night still sting? Honestly I don’t care. Now we focus on Iron Wolf and I am sure there will be no campfire this time. For a guy who spends a lot of time around a fire, how do you not see your career burning down. I know the flame inside you has become extinguished and the fuel isn’t refiling the need to be the best in IIW. Eventually someone will rob that Uprising Championship from your hands. I know this isn’t an easy pill to swallow but you must either be delusional or have tunnel vision to see you are just an average person trying to make it in professional wrestling. I feel like you need to do a soul searching experience at your next campfire.”
Axel Shaw finishes speaking well; the pigs are still dripping small amounts of blood as he walks away from the scene and off into the distance.
Scene fades to black.
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Post by PG-13 on Jan 20, 2023 12:05:59 GMT
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Post by Mr. Tees on Jan 23, 2023 1:14:22 GMT
I’m dressed in a navy blue pinstripe suit with a black dress shirt and black shoes and wearing a fedora that matches the suit. Currently, I am entering into a mysterious place to meet with a mysterious person who had been contacting me anonymously for quite some time about this meeting. I enter first and take a seat per the instructions and then suddenly a shadowy figure enters not even I can tell who or even what it is and I’m right across from it, it proceeds to sit on the opposite side of the table and begins speaking without further ado. Mysterious Figure: I’m not one to mince words or to beat around the bush, I haven’t got all day so I’ll get right to the point. I want you to have the Wraith seriously injure Iron Wolf during this upcoming Siege Perilous! match. I want Iron Wolf taken out and I don’t want there to be any possibility of Iron Wolf winning this match and becoming the first Global Champion. Iron Wolf doesn’t deserve it and it would be a disaster if by some miracle he manages to win this thing.
Tees: Any particular reason why? Mysterious Figure: I just told you. Iron Wolf becoming Global Champion could spell a catastrophe for this place and could be the beginning of the end. Some people should not be Global Champions and Iron Wolf is one of those people. This place could easily end up going out of business if he becomes champion, ratings and merchandise sales would go into the toilet and it would be a matter of time before the place folded. I’ll pay you five million dollars to see to it that Iron Wolf suffers an injury and is taken out of the match early on and stands no possibility of winning.
Tees: I’ll take your money and I’ll see to it that Iron Wolf is hurt and out of the equation, but you have nothing to worry about anyway as my client the Wraith is in this match and he is going to win. Iron Wolf stands as much of a chance as the New York Mets winning the World Series…. Slim and None and Slim just left town. Mysterious Figure: I don’t doubt that your client can win this, I just don’t want Iron Wolf anywhere near the finale or there to be any possibility of him making it that far or lasting that long. I want him carted off on a stretcher in the early going with no possibility of lasting deep into the match and certainly no chance of winning it by some miracle. Tees: It’ll happen don’t worry about it consider Iron Wolf hurt. For that price, I might even kick the ever loving shit out of him myself and see to it personally that he doesn’t even make it into this thing. Mysterious Figure: No! I want him hurt in the match not before during. Part of the fun will be him being close and having an opportunity but having it snatched away from him before he can make the most of it. I want him to see that brand new title belt, smell the gold and then experience a serious injury that prevents him from ever getting his hands on it.
Tees: If that’s what you want and you’re paying for it we’ll hurt him during the match. Maybe bash him in the skull with a ladder, chair, table or two maybe even grind his face into the steel grates of the cage and slam his head into it. His face will be a crimson mask and will look like hamburger meat when we are finished with him so in this case, maybe people will be fortunate that he hides behind a mask, gutless coward he is. Mysterious Figure: I like what I’m hearing, but I’ll pay half now the other half upon completion after he’s been carted off and taken to a nearby medical facility or mortuary.
Tees: Deal.
We shake on it and I’m paid half of the agreed upon amount of money. This particular scene fades out. Hours later I am in the Wrath’s dressing room after his match on the first edition of Combat where he was not successful in the triple threat match but if memory serves was not the person pinned. The room has been completely trashed with broken furniture, mirrors, you get the idea. Tees: Calm the fuck down man! You didn’t lose… Ace Johnson was the one pinned. And besides, it’s small potatoes as that match meant nothing really as you and Axel Shaw are now in this Siege Perilous! domed cage match to determine the first ever Global Champion and you’re a shoe in to win it. Take all of that anger and rage and channel it into something positive like winning this match and becoming Global Champion. You’ve spent nearly half of your life in this business working your way through the ranks of rinky dink promotions just for them to fold before you got to the top, this time it’s different… this time all of that hard work and dedication will finally pay off.
Wraith looks like he’s about to speak but says nothing. Tees: Save your energy for you will be facing some of the best and so called “best” that Combat has to offer. Andre Cash , Caleb Scott, TJ Alexander, PG-13, The Hamilton Establishment, Axel Shaw and Iron Wolf just to name a few. Shaw will pay for his opportunistic “victory” earlier on tonight, you can avenge that loss and then some. So don’t sweat it it’s already been forgotten but what you do to those other men in this match will live on in infamy forever in the annals of time. People in the audience will be traumatized and will have nightmares about it for decades to come. This scene also fades and we are now again in my promo room. In very old school fashion there is a simple backdrop with the Combat Logo. Wraith wears his wrestling attire and I now appear in a red suit with a black shirt, you can’t see my shoes but they match the shirt, I am also wearing a pair of avatar sunglasses, brown in spite of being indoors. Wraith is dressed in a black t shirt with a pair of black leather pants looking as ominous as ever. Tees: I haven’t got much time so I’ll keep this short and to the point. All of those men who signed on the dotted line to enter this match have signed their death warrants. This man right here my client, The Wraith is going to win and bury all of the vanquished in a mass grave. The hole has already been dug all he has to do is throw the bodies into it and fill it in. You’re looking at the first Global Champion and the only Global Champion that this brand will ever know. This man has waited an eternity for this and now all of that waiting and all of that sacrifice will finally pay off. Axel Shaw you survived by the skin of your ass last week, this time you won’t be so lucky neither will anyone else. TJ Alexander you threatened to end my career a while back and didn’t follow through on it, now because of that this man is going to end you. One thing I can’t stand is people who make idle threats and don’t follow through on them.
I take a sip of water and continue
Tees: Iron Wolf, I don’t know what you did exactly to piss someone off, but they are paying us a lot of money to take your ass out and make sure you don’t even make it to the end of the match. You are nothing to me at all, but since someone wants you taken out and they are willing to pay top dollar for it, consider your ass taken out it will be done.
Tees: You can all say whatever you’d like it won’t change the outcome with this man emerging victorious and being crowned Global Champion. The rest of you won’t really be saying much of anything other than moaning and groaning in agony once that comes to pass. All of you have been warned and the bells now toll for you, once bells start tolling heads start rolling.
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Post by Iron Wolf on Jan 23, 2023 4:36:06 GMT
Rupp Arena, Lexington Kentucky - United States
Iron Wolf stands inside the ring that has been set up with the domed cage lowered into place. He walks around in a circle in the ring, looking at his surroundings. He looks up to where the Global championship would be hanging and smiles.
Iron Wolf: This is going to be the biggest match of my career. This will make me or maybe break me. Possibly both. The championship will be up there and I will have to get by my opponents to get to the hanging championship that will be above the cage. Which means I will need to be able to get outside of the cage and then climb to the top to be able to get and win the championship.
Iron Wolf nods mostly to himself.
Iron Wolf: Challenge accepted. I will get by my opponents. I will climb the cage. I will get the Global title and be the top star of Combat. It’s my destiny to win this title. Well, a destiny of my own making. It won’t just be handed to me. I have to get by the likes of Caleb Scott, TJ Alexander, PG-13, Sebastian Hamilton, Axel Shaw, The Wraith, and Andre Cash to be able to get the title. No easy task, I’m sure.
Iron Wolf walks over to the side of the ring. He jumps up onto the top rope and uses it as a slingshot to get him straight up into the air where he grabs onto the side of the cage. He shakes the cage a little bit to see how sturdy it is before dropping back down to the mat.
Iron Wolf: It’s a tough cage. I mean, it would be silly to think that I could just go through the side of the cage instead of going through the door. I certainly can’t just lift the cage to go out through my own exit…or can I?
He tries to lift the side of the cage so that he could slip out from under it instead of going through the door. The cage does not budge. He pants a little and releases the cage with a laugh.
Iron Wolf: Yeah, I didn’t think that was going to work. I would have to be super strong to do something like that.
One of the double doors for the audience to come in is kicked open. Iron Wolf looks to see the despicable twins of Armand von Krauss, Hehehe and Hahaha, walk into the arena. They are short, fat clowns with caked on crumbling face paint and dirty overalls. They are balding with hair sticking out around the crown of their head. They close and lock the doors behind them while giggling a ghastly giggle.
Hehehe: Trapped in- Hahaha: A cage. Hehehe: How does it feel b-
Hahaha elbows Hehehe in the ribs.
Hehehe: Right. How does it feel G-
Another elbow to the ribcage.
Hehehe: Iron Wolf, we’re gonna- Hahaha: Kick your ass!
The twins start making their way down to the ring. Iron Wolf pulls out a pair of brass knuckles that say PIE with a smile.
Iron Wolf: Are you coming for this? Gabriel tried to use it on me, but I got the drop on him. Is he still whining about his jaw?
Hehehe and Hahaha stop in their tracks for a moment and look at one another in confusion. They gather themselves and continue toward the ring, entering through the door to the cage. Iron Wolf backs up as the twins get out their own PIE brass knuckles.
Iron Wolf: Can we talk about this for a minute? I don’t want to have to hurt you.
The twins chortle in a gutwrenching way.
Hehehe: We want- Hahaha: To hurt you.
Iron Wolf nods as the twins come within reach.
Iron Wolf: I’m sorry that I lied.
Hehehe: Wait- Hahaha: What?
Iron Wolf moves quickly, connecting with a hard right hand with the brass knuckles to Hehehe, sending a splatter of blood to the side. He swings again and catches Hahaha in the mouth as well. Both of the horrible clowns backpedal a few steps before rebounding with ghastly, bloody grins.
Hehehe: You hit hard. Hahaha: We hit harder.
Iron Wolf swings again, but his wrist is caught by Hehehe and Hahaha hits him in the midsection with the brass knuckles. Hehehe releases the wrist and pops Iron Wolf in the face with the PIE brass knuckles, sending Iron Wolf to the mat. Hehehe and Hahaha advance on him with ghastly, predatory grins.
Hehehe: This is going to hurt. Hahaha: But not for long.
Iron Wolf holds out his hands from a sitting position as the twins advance upon him. They stop, looking curiously at him.
Iron Wolf: Wait! Can I say something before you murder me?
The twins look at one another and then back at him.
Hehehe: Make it- Hahaha: Quick.
Iron Wolf nods, getting to his feet. He cups his hands to his mouth that has a trickle of blood sends drops to the mat and HOWLS. Hehehe and Hahaha blink in confusion.
Hehehe: There is no one here- Hahaha: To help you.
Iron Wolf wipes blood from his mouth with the back of his hand with a smile.
Iron Wolf: You sure about that?
The twins look at each other and then to the entrance stage where Pequeno Dinosaurio and Union Jack stand. Hehehe and Hahaha look back at Iron Wolf.
Hehehe: We can kill you- Hahaha: Before they get here.
Iron Wolf glides into a fighting stance as his friends begin to run down the aisle.
Iron Wolf: Still sure?
Hehehe: There will be- Hahaha: Another time.
The twins go out through the door to the cage and run around the ring as Bear O’Dactyl give chase until the twins start running up the aisle. Iron Wolf looks to the camera.
Iron Wolf: I have friends. Friends who will make sure that nothing stupid goes down at Combat like last time. So people like Caleb Scott, your little Purge friends won’t make an impact. I fight free. I fight true. I fight for the Red, White, and Blue. I am Iron Wolf.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2023 7:39:49 GMT
The camera flashes the IIW logo before it begins recording and capturing the audio of the surrounding area. The bell rang over the intercom and echoed down the completely empty hallways, notifying the students that it was now class time. Something doesn't seem right, though, because no students are seen walking around or making any noise. Room 101 is the focus, and inside is none other than Axel Shaw, sitting in the middle and in front, looking at the chalkboard hanging in front of him. With his feet up on the desk in front of him and leaning back in his chair, we can see a smirk on his face. With his signature leather jacket and blue jeans chosen as his attire, he leans back for a few moments before he speaks into the camera.
The First Lesson: Drugs Axel Shaw: "The first lesson is going to be about steroids, also known in the sports industry as performance enhancing drugs. Don’t sit there and act like I am not talking about you. PG-13 The whole world knows you are one steroid away from an overdose, you oversized BITCH. Be honest with yourself; we all know what you are doing to your body and how much it affects your overall health. We also know that when you make DUMBASS decisions, you are playing a risky game. Is that really what you want? If your own brother Aaron can't even look you in that stupid face and respect you, how can you expect the rest of the world to? I hope you're lying in that hospital bed, questioning all those years of pill popping, and realizing Aaron isn't coming. It's sad when your own family doesn't give a damn about you, isn't it? It’s a world full of disappointments, just like your championship chances are slipping slowly away from you. You also have the nerve to allow Michael Hill to speak about me, saying I lost that match and walked away from ECE. Listen here Michael Hill We've all seen The Enterprise, which was a shambles of MORONS thrown together to make PG-13 look better. With the stooges all in place, PG-13 was free to walk around and make his decisions, knowing he had other people to fight his battles. Remember that the only battle he attempted to fight on his own was against Aaron, and may I remind you that Aaron won the championship at the end of that night? PG-13: You know this is just the first of many matches between us, but I apologize. The Destroyer needs a chin check without a receipt or refund. "
Axel Shaw is still leaning back in his chair and laughing, albeit with a snicker rather than a full-out laugh. Sitting up straight after his comments with a more serious attitude, he begins to speak again.
Axel Shaw - " Wraith do you honestly feel just because you didn’t get pinned in that match you didn’t lose if so i’m DUMBFOUNDED. You know how records work in sports, right? Trying to play it off like it was a miracle you lost, I’m not sure what’s more confusing: the fact you honestly think you are championship material or how much John Tee pumps your ego. I'm sure you two cuddle at night; just tell me who gets the small spoon and who gets the big spoon. Listen here, you stupid SON OF A BITCH, you are not standing in my way. I have told you once, and I will tell you again. I guess it truly is hard to accept defeat in this industry; the world didn’t witness it live in Combat, but that’s the disease lying inside you. Wraith he destroyed the dressing room after a match, it was a grown man's temper tantrum, and John, did you seriously let him get away with this? Why not give him a time out, a nap, or a snack because I think he needs it? The only thing you can avenge in Combat, is that maybe it’s time to fire John Tee since he has done nothing good for your career and has embedded that mindset that it’s alright to lose. What happens when you manage a bunch of failed wrestlers in a STABLE John Tee’s? The next step should be the unemployment line to cash that welfare check and acquire your food stamps. When you run out of clients and they lose confidence in your ability to manage, everything comes crumbling down faster than an oatmeal cookie dipped in milk. "
Axel Shaw, standing up from his seat, walks towards the front door of the classroom, using his left hand to twist the doorknob and exit the room. With the camera tracking his movements, he makes his way down the hallway before stopping halfway down in an open area. In this area, we can see a rather large wooden trophy case filled with trophies and medals. With his right hand, he uses his pointer finger and points at a particular trophy he’s been eyeing up. With a smirk in his facial expression, he is admiring the trophy as he continues to speak.
Lesson Three: Self-Esteem
Axel Shaw " That’s the beauty right there; You see that trophy sitting in the cabinet? That's my first ever amateur wrestling tournament win. To tell the world I have not accomplished anything in my career would be an understatement and a complete lie. I remember this tournament; it wasn’t an easy three day event, and people were going home dozens at a time in heartbreak and failure. I trained hard going into this event and wasn’t walking away until I was crowned the best in the world in this weight class, and that’s exactly what I did. To be honest, for weeks after that tour, Axel Shaw was in a good mood, but then the dark clouds entered my life and changed my entire outlook. I am at the point in my career where I won’t sit back and take SHIT from anyone and will knock anyone the FUCK out. I am not afraid to walk on the top of the mountain, where I belong, with all the targets and snipers aiming at me, because I guarantee I will stand tall in anything I do. When I take the time to review the entire Combat roster, there is not one person who can stand toe-to-toe with me, and that’s not a lie. Caleb Scott, Iron Wolf, Sebastian Hamilton, Andre Cash, and TJ Alexander all have high hopes of winning that Global Championship. I know you have hopes and dreams, but you must understand that on Combat, I will break each of you. Show up, collect those paychecks, and go out afterwards and get some fast food. By the end of the night, you will be home with your family, where you can tell them it just wasn’t your night. Now, on the other hand, I will be going out to celebrate in style after I have shown the world why you always bet the big bucks on Axel to win any match. "
Putting his hand on the trophy case and touching the glass, he realized that this time it won’t be the disappearing mirror trick he used previously. Walking just to the left of the trophy case, he takes a seat down beside it on the floor with his back against the wall. Reaching into his left pocket, he pulls out his cell phone and sends a quick text message to someone before he speaks.
Final Lesson: Determination
Axel Shaw " You fight every battle until you can no longer fight; that’s what we call determination and will to survive. I didn’t sign with IIW and Combat to walk away from this company a loser; the only reason I left ECE was because I was bored of seeing the same five superstars over-and-over. I joined IIW in search of new competition and new opportunities; otherwise, why would I align myself with THE MECCA in order to bring them some young blood? I am not sure if you sheep fans remember that JMont shocked the world and walked out the ICE CROWN winner, and he’s been giving me a tremendous amount of advice over the last week and a half. Don’t forget he also won that International Championship he carries in a SEVEN MAN RUMBLE. Call it irony and fate being introduced to the IIW audience, but just know that when I bring that Global Championship home to THE MECCA we will hold a SHIT ton of power in the company. With all the accolades and championships we already hold and are about to hold, we are taking over the IIW, and there is nothing anyone can do to stop us. I dare you to try. Didn't you see when I showed up on Mayhem and smacked Max Stone in the back with that steel pipe while smiling? I enjoyed every moment of hearing the fans screaming and crying at the so-called hero laying motionless in the ring. It doesn’t matter which brand you have chosen Combat or Mayhem no one is safe from us. We have made a pact to protect and destroy anyone who crosses our path, and we will ascend to the top of the company."
After speaking, Axel Shaw stands up from his seated position and looks inside the trophy case for one more glance at his past. He then continues to walk down the hallway of the now-empty school he was visiting. Reaching the end of the hallway, he opens a big red door that leads outside the school. Making his way down the sidewalk, he heads towards the parking lot section, where he has parked his red 2022 Ford Maverick. Reaching with his left hand, he opens the driver's side door and gets into the vehicle. Slamming the door shut, he starts the engine and pulls out of the parking lot, leaving a cloud of dust behind him.
The scene fades to black at this time.
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Post by PG-13 on Jan 23, 2023 12:00:57 GMT
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Post by TJ Alexander on Jan 23, 2023 18:25:49 GMT
(The scene opens up and we see TJ Alexander sitting in front of his laptop on a live-stream)
“In just a few days time eight of us will be inside the same ring with a dome cage over us, each of us will be have the opportunity of a lifetime to become the first ever Combat Global champion and make history in front of the pro wrestling world. And unfortunately for the seven others that I’ll be facing their fate has already been sealed.” (TJ smiles) “You see I have fought harder than anyone in this match to get where I am and now it’s the time that I fully fulfil my opportunity by walking out with that Global Championship, but I know it’s not going to be easy. Seven of my opponents are in their own right deserving of this title too, but no more than me, it’s going to be a crazy night of chaos and heartbreak for most of them but for ME it’s going to be a night of Celebration.”
(TJ smiles)
“Firstly I’ll talk directly to each opponent and first we have Axel Shaw and Axel you and I are not have been on a similar path for a while, ever since you joined ECE you’ve been unstoppable, just like me, I have been on a upwards trajectory where I am in line to face CRUSH for their world heavyweight championship after our win at War Games, remind me again what side you were on? Oh that’s right; you were on the side of the losing team, with PG-13. While I was on the side of the winning team and just like then it will happen again when you see me celebrating my victory. Axel Shaw there’s no doubt you have ability, but your ability is restricted, it’s hand-cuffed and it’s dragging you down because of the sheer fact that I am in this match. I am the guy that Combat needs as its Global champion, not you, not some steroid using cheat.”
(TJ pauses) “Axel you joined up with PG-13 because you thought it was your opportunity that you could sneak in and get yourself a world heavyweight title shot, just like I did, but the difference is, I actually accomplished it, I took that group and took the victory at War Games while you didn’t. And Axel my peak hasn’t been reached yet, I am going to take this brand and put it on my shoulders and carry it on into the sky and get the entire wrestling world talking about it, with that Global Championship around my waist, and Axel there’s nothing you can do about it, buddy.”
(TJ smiles) “Then we have PG-13 and PG how does it feel knowing that your second best? Knowing that you’re always looked down upon in your family and yet you’re the older brother? How does it feel knowing CRUSH destroyed you, he took his revenge and slapped you around like the little bitch that you really are, how does it feel? I bet it turns your stomach in knots but you’re too much of an idiot to admit it, I bet it turns your stomach knowing that a guy like me is excelling in every way, It turns your stomach knowing that doesn’t it, well PG-13 it’s gonna feel like acid gutting you this week on Combat when I overcome the odds and get the W once again. In a matter of two weeks PG-13 your gonna lose to me big time, when I put my ECE United states championship on the line at X-Rated next week too. I am operating on a whole different level right now and right now PG-13 is going to be the true breaking point for you, you actually think your gonna shatter my dreams, when in fact buddy, I am going to shatter your legs.”
(TJ pauses) “PG-13 I am going to make damn sure that I expose your weakness and use my agility and speed to avoid anything you throw at me, while in the process of targeting your chicken like legs, there are holding you oversized steroid body up by a thread and sooner or later those chicken legs will snap in two. I am betting it’s gonna be sooner and it will be done by me.”
(TJ pauses) “PG-13 you’re not my biggest obstacle, you’re not even a worry for me, I know how to beat you and I will BEAT YOU and make the so-called Destroyer cripple his way back to his family not just second best, but dead last.”
(TJ smiles) “Then we have Andre Cash who is another big-headed lump who is punching above his weight, seriously Andre Cash how does it feel knowing that you failed at the NFL? How does it feel knowing that your first dream in playing in the NFL was crushed, it must be hard, but at least you’ll be used to dreams being crushed because this week I will crush whatever dream you had at being the Global Champion, that vacated title is coming home with me.”
(TJ pauses) “Iron Wolf I don’t know what magic dust you’re sniffing or whatever but keep doing it because somehow you’ve managed to scramble your way into this match, this match is indeed the biggest of your career so far and if I had my way it’s gonna be the last when I fuckin’ END you. It’s not personal but you’ve scrapped and held on for far too long, that eventually that rope your hanging onto tears, and it finally will rip out of your hands this Combat, you’re not worthy of being in this match.”
(TJ smiles) “Then we have Jon Tees and a mystery client, and honesty Jon I thought you retired, I mean what the hell, I guess the old people’s home had enough of your war times stories too, I bet they fell asleep having to hear your drag on about your glory days, but I guess it was bound to happen, that someone like you find some fool to manage again. And yes Jon I remember promising to end your career after I beat you in singles action a while back when I first started. “
(TJ smiles) “But Jon Tees that was then and now I have evolved since the last time you saw me, I have travelled the world twice over and won championships, I have proven everyone wrong and STILL prove them wrong every time I step foot in the ring. And I can still make and keep that promise and end your career this time. Send you back to the old people’s home with that Zimmer Frame and I wouldn’t lose sleep over it. Now regarding this mystery client you have signed, whatever man, I’ll slap him around too.”
(TJ smiles) “Boys I’m not holding back and I am not going to let up I am heading into this match with every ounce of passion, drive and determination that I have and there’s nothing and no-one will stop me, see you boys again real soon.”
(Scene ends)
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Post by Caleb Scott on Jan 24, 2023 11:19:41 GMT
The camera opens to a view of Caleb’s house in the woods. The moonlight moves through the trees, covering the snow covered ground as we move inside to see Caleb Scott once again sitting on his black throne. The open room has been completely cleared out of any other furniture or decor and Caleb sits in the middle of the room. To Caleb’s left is a small stand about 4 feet tall. Attached at the top of the stand is a ring which has the IIW Television Championship strapped to it. To Caleb’s right, his bat rests against the side of the black throne. The camera moves toward Caleb as he looks into the camera. “Well, I must say I think the first episode of Combat was a success. Plenty of surprises, a performance from Black Sabbath, the Global Qualifier match and, of course, The Purge putting that mutt, Iron Wolf, out of his misery. My bat finally got its chance to put that animal down. Then, like I warned Kalvin, The Purge arrived to back me up. I guess Dayspring's security wasn’t too effective. Then, everything was going just fine with Iron Wolf until that dolt TJ Alexander had to come in and try to ruin everything, attacking The Purge with a steel chair. Not only that but even during his own match, he decides to attack me. He nearly costs himself a shot at the Global Championship, attacking me and barely claiming a spot in Siege Perilous."Caleb reaches down and places his hand on the Television Championship. The room is so silent you can hear his fingers running along the gold. You can tell that the Television Championship still means a great deal to Caleb, even with a Global Championship match coming up. Caleb briefly glances over at the championship he has held for over five months now. “If you want another shot at this, TJ. All you have to do is ask. You and I will settle our issues but that is for another time because both of us will be going for the highest honor in IIW on Combat, the Global Championship. I, yet again, top the Combat Power Rankings and am the clear favorite to walk out of Lexington as the first ever IIW Global Champion. I dominated the competition on Mayhem for the last half of 2022 and I have already begun my domination of Combat which will last for the foreseeable future. Siege Perilous is not a place for the weak, that structure is going to push everyone to their very limits and break most of you. I am going to make sure that TJ will be one of the broken. He has been a relentless annoyance and I will not stand by and let it continue. There are always consequences for actions and TJ will pay dearly for his. In Siege Perilous there will be nowhere for TJ, or anyone else, to hide from me.”Caleb then leans forward in the throne, placing his elbows on his knees. The seriousness in Caleb's face grows with each passing second. "And now, in the Rupp Arena, I will be facing seven other men, confined to a cage and forced to climb to the top like a group of performing animals. I'm sure Dayspring gets off on watching all of us beat each other to death in his creation. The top guys on Combat all tearing each other apart for that one prize. Luckily, some of those guys are ones I’ve seen, and beat, before like Wolf and TJ. However, there is one other that I’m itching to get my hands on. PG-13. The man has a pinfall over me and ever since then I said I would avenge that loss. So in Siege Perilous, I’m going to right that wrong. Each of those men earned their shot at this on the first episode of Combat, one even winning twice in one night. But none of them realize what they have actually earned. Those seven men have earned the opportunity to be listed as the victims of not only the first ever Global Championship match but the first Siege Perilous match as well. Everything that I have done in IIW so far has been leading to this moment. They all have the opportunity to have a loss on their record at the hands of the Granite City Sadist and Iron Wolf will have been beaten by me twice in two episodes. All of the pain and suffering I have ever experienced will culminate in a structure specifically created for pain and suffering."Caleb stands up from the throne, grabbing his bat as he does, and takes a few steps forward. The chains on the bat rattling as he moves. Each footstep echoing through the dreary, dust-filled room. Caleb’s face suddenly changes, as if an unpleasant thought suddenly creeped into his head. “Unfortunately, I do not know what the future holds for The Purge. Hawkins is spreading the violence on Mayhem with the Followers, Dayspring’s attempts at preventing any of them from showing up on Combat again will just become stronger especially after what we did to Iron Wolf. But there are always ways around these insignificant walls, Kalvin Dayspring and Combat will never fully be rid of The Purge. Clearly with The Purge at my side I can be unstoppable but if something or someone were to prevent that then the world knows I will have no problem raining fire and destruction upon all of Combat! The Purge is everywhere and will plunge everything into chaos. The next ti…”Suddenly, Caleb stops talking and gets a confused look on his face as his eyes dart around. He cannot speak or scream as he drops to his knees. His bat falls beside him. Caleb begins to panic as he starts to hear that high-pitched ringing again before falling forward, now on his hands and knees with his head hanging. Caleb’s head quickly shoots up and his eyes have become black again, the same way they did before the Ice Crown Rumble. Caleb briefly remains like this before collapsing and passing out. Waking up a few seconds later, Caleb begins to push himself off the floor, looking around as he does. Caleb’s eyes have returned to normal and when he finally stands up and looks in front of him, he sees something. Something that was not there before, that is now planted on the floor a few feet in front of Caleb. Caleb can’t believe it as he stares at the door in the middle of the room. “A door? How the hell did a door get in here? Could one of my opponents in Siege Perilous already be attempting to get inside my head?"Caleb looks around before bending over and grabbing his bat. Approaching the door, Caleb looks it up and down, walking behind it. It appears as nothing but a door standing in the room. Nothing around it. "Probably TJ trying to get inside my head before I see him in the ring. He knows he can't defeat me straight up so he must be resorting to psychological warfare now. Not a bad move but it is a foolish one."Caleb circles the door one last time before standing in front of it. “Well, I guess I'll take the bait. My curiosity is too much, I need to know what's on the other side of this door."Caleb reaches his hand out to grab the doorknob. Caleb's hand gets closer and closer to the doorknob and right before he is about to touch it, the door slowly creaks open a couple of inches. Caleb pushes the door wide open revealing, on the other side, underneath the blood red sky is a foggy graveyard. "What the hell is this?"Confusion grows on Caleb's face. He wants to know what is happening to him with the pain he feels and now this door arrives in the middle of his house. Caleb briefly hesitates before slowly crossing his left foot through the door and planting it in the grass on the other side. He then walks completely through the door, emerging in the thick fog of the graveyard. Caleb begins to walk amongst the gravestones with his bat gripped firmly in his hand, glancing at each one's names and dates of the departed. Realizing that every stone displays the names of former wrestlers, living and dead, not only in IIW but all promotions. Caleb looks around in the distance and sees that the gravestones seem to go on forever. The only place without is the single trail he has followed from the door. "This must be where all of my victims come to rot. Opponent after opponent, they all fall and end up in this graveyard. There better be seven more grave plots here because Andre, Axel, Wolf, TJ, PG, Wraith and Sebastian will end up here, forgotten as I reach the top of the mountain on Combat."Caleb keeps walking, feeling like he has walked miles, until he notices something in the distance up a hill. A large structure towering above everything around it. Its silhouette reaching into the red sky as Caleb gets closer. "That must be it."As Caleb approaches, the structure becomes clear. It is a circle of eight pillars standing 15' apart, each pillar having one of each Combatant carved into them with the pillars all connected by a stone circle at the top. He stops and looks briefly before walking to the dirt area in the middle of the pillars. Caleb stands and looks around at each pillar before he begins to smile and give a quiet chuckle. "So, these are the pillars of Combat, huh? The ones that will hold this show up. There is only one pillar worthy of such an honor. The other seven have not done anything to be considered a pillar of Combat and I will continue to prove to the world that Combat in my world. Some of them have just arrived in IIW and after Siege Perilous they will be making a swift exit out of IIW as I reign as not only the Television Champion but the inaugural Global Champion." Caleb approaches his own pillar and stares up at himself. The camera zooming in on Caleb’s face, showing the red from the sky reflecting in Caleb’s eyes before the scene cuts to black. __________________________________________________________
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Post by TJ Alexander on Jan 24, 2023 17:07:18 GMT
(The scene opens up and we see once again TJ Alexander, who is wearing a blue navy suit, he is sitting in a private plane, as he once again goes live-stream)
“You know what Caleb Scott don’t think I’ve forgotten about you either, I have been biding my time with you, since what happened last time between us, since you had your new goons The Purge jump me and attack me, and don’t think that I don’t see that Television championship in my sights either, and if your truly a man of your word, when I win the Global Championship, why don’t you put that TV championship on the line against me, see how you do without The Purge, see how you do when I have gold and elevated myself to the top of the brand, let’s see how we do against each other at a later date.”
(TJ scoffs)
“I bet you will bottle it though Caleb Scott and I bet that you’ll find a way to cheat me out of winning that TV championship, but in the meantime I will do what I say I will do and overcome the odds that are stacked against me, come Combat at Siege Perilous I will break that glass ceiling and finally get my hands on the top prize and that is the Global Championship.“
(TJ smirks)
“Caleb Scott I don’t need to hide from you, I never was afraid of you, and I’m sure as hell don’t see you as anywhere on my level, all I see you as is LUCKY, one lucky duck in this whole company that has manipulated himself into a position that SHOULD have been mine, but I will rectify it all on Combat, I will fight trough the rumble of bodies that will fall at my feet and I will bury each and every one of you, I am not letting up and I will not crumble against the odds, boys bring it all because I am ready.”
(TJ pauses)
“2022 I was voted most improved, ok it is a nice little award, but really in 2023 I will be voted and announced as the FIRST ever Global champion because I’m the guy that title needs, not anyone else. Three of my opponents are steroid using freaks that look like they could burst a heart attack at any time, and then we have a guy running his families company called The Hamilton establishment, and after this I bet that Sebastian Hamilton is feeling the pressure of that on his shoulders, that he should be doing better, but in this case, he will fail again because being the Global champion is ten times more pressure than running a family, and Sebastian you haven’t got the stones for that pressure we maybe kingsman but I’m TAKING this W.”
(TJ smirks)
“Everyone needs to know something that I am not to be underestimated, I am not to be looked down upon and I will be walking out the FIRST EVER Global championship, see you boys soon.”
(Scene ends)
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Post by Sebastian Hamilton on Jan 24, 2023 23:58:02 GMT
As the light becomes bearable and sharpens into focus, we find ourselves in a hotel room, somewhere in the Eastern United States between Virginia and Kentucky. We pan around and catch Sebastian Hamilton walking out of the hotel bathroom, doing up the cufflinks on his shirt sleeves and grabbing a suit jacket from the back of a chair. As he picks up his room key and grabs his phone from the desk, it goes off… It’s a text. He looks down and sees the sender.
[Ally Anderson]
He shakes his head, chuckles to himself and opens the message. He mouths along as he reads it…
Hi Sebastian, thanks for the recent interview and of course the drinks. If you ever wanted me to return the favour and tell my life story, just ask.
AA x
…Yes there was a kiss at the end of that text message, a kiss and there’d be a wink on the line above. Sebastian Now why would I wanna go and do that?? Sebastian takes one last look around, before opening the door and leaving, the scene slowly beginning to dissipate.
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…The scene reopens several days later and Sebastian is sitting in a diner somewhere on the outskirts of Kentucky, sitting opposite him are his brothers Benjamin and Edward. All three have a plate with an English “fry-up” and a cup of tea beside them. Edward So, we’ve now finally got our contracts sorted bruv, that’ll be the three of us on Combat now… Sebastian About time, I wonder if Dayspring waited purposely, for you to sign… Benjamin What makes you say that, Seb? Sebastian He’s clearly got an issue with me, since I told him what I think of him and his hypocrisy. Wouldn’t surprise me if he wanted to make sure that my brothers weren’t available to back me up if something went “wrong”, on a show… Benjamin Well, I suppose lots could happen during this, what’s it called? Seige Perilous? Edward Yeah, what even is that, mate? Sebastian looks between both of his brothers after shovelling a fork full of sausage and bacon into his mouth. Opening his arms wide in dramatic fashion, he finishes chewing his food and swallows. Sebastian Huge dome enclosed cage, the IIW Global Championship hanging above it… And the chance to beat down on seven others. The chance to annihilate people without the chance of them escaping, the chance to batter a whole group of people legally and not have to stop until the belt is hanging over my shoulder… Benjamin Well, you’ve got me sold… Edward Me too, just wish we could have gotten involved in Combat before now, but we get to watch the carnage before making our returns to IIW… Sebastian Your time will come brothers, don’t you worry about that… But you’ve got other things to take care of for now anyway. Benjamin So who’s left in this Seige Perilous match with you, Seb? Sebastian Andre Cash… Edward Bozo… Sebastian Caleb Scott… Benjamin Muppet… Sebastian He’s the Television Champ, Benjamin. A little respect eh? Benjamin Sorry… Belt carrying Muppet. Sebastian TJ Alexander… Edward Cretin… Sebastian PG-13… Benjamin Doofus… Sebastian Alex Shaw… Edward Axel… Sebastian Axel Shaw… Edward Dipstick… Sebastian The Wraith… Benjamin Hairy bastard… Sebastian And Iron Wolf… Edward Absolute Tosser, no! Wait… CHAMPIONSHIP WEARING Tosser! I’m getting the hang of it! Benjamin and Sebastian laugh at Edward as the three of them drink their tea and continue eating their fry ups. They finish up, as Benjamin chucks a few notes onto the table and they grab their coats and leave.
Once outside Sebastian pulls a pack of smokes from his pocket and opens it up, offering his brothers one, before taking his own and placing the pack back into his pocket. He places the cigarette in his mouth and bites it between his teeth, taking a lighter from Edward and sparking it up. He looks around at the Kentucky backwoods that surround the diner as he blows the smoke out. Sebastian The time is coming boys, there’s a storm brewing on the horizon and none of those blokes in the Siege Perilous match are going to know what’s hit them… That Global Title is a bonus for me, but what I’m bringing to Combat is the real win… There’s going to be torture, there’s going to be pain and there’s gonna be a lot of bloodshed… Edward I see no lies there brother… But you also came to Combat for another reason didn’t ya? Sebastian Oh? And what’s that then? Benjamin You mean who. He’s talking about that interviewer bird, Anderson… Sebastian Ahh, I see. Jealousy among the brothers ignites, does it? Sebastian takes a pull on the cigarette as Edward playfully pushes him and the three men begin to walk away from the diner. Sebastian No Edward, Benjamin… Ally Anderson wanted an interview with me as I return to in-ring action, she’ll want the same with you two as well at some point… No sooner has Sebastian spoken than his phone starts blaring out the theme tune to The A-Team. His brothers check the screen as he pulls it out of his pocket and grimaces… “Ally”. Edward and Benjamin smirk as he brushes them aside answering the call as the scene fades off…
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…When we reopen again, we find ourselves on a dock somewhere on a lake in Kentucky. On that dock sits Sebastian Hamilton, fishing rod in the water, beside him a bucket and a bottle of bourbon as well as a shot glass. He puffs on a cigarette as he looks out onto the water and the newly rising Sun in the distance… Sebastian You know it’s mad because I don’t really get to do things like this back home, not to this extent anyway. Sometimes it’s nice to get away from it all whilst I plan the downfall of others. Now judging by my look and my accent, it’s evident I’m from the UK, London to be exact but what some don’t know is that my family are actually from here, not Kentucky specifically but in the South-Eastern Appalachian trail… They were true Nomadic Carny’s and after they’d done everything they set out to do here, they moved to England and the rest is history. You see people move and change things in their lives for all different reasons, like my family moving from here to England… And like several of the IIW roster switching from Mayhem, to Combat and I know there are a few of you out there especially among the Social Media delegation that are wondering why, ain’t there? A lot of you only watched Mayhem for your favourite individuals like Iron Wolf or Sean Raines and now you see them jumping over to Friday nights… You see my brothers and myself, we went to Combat because there we had no respect on Mayhem, oh I don’t mean with the other members of the roster because I can assure you that was all well and good, but the staff over on Mayhem? We weren’t even going to try and play politics there, but here on Combat? A fresh start… Sebastian takes a shot of the bourbon and refills the glass as he smokes the cigarette and checks his fishing line. Sebastian But then you’ve got people who are scared of their brothers, like PG-13 who actually followed Crush to IIW to scalp him and just found himself wanting and so scarpered to Combat hoping he could pad wins without his sibling destroying him! Or you’ve got the likes of Andre Cash who was all bark no bite on Mayhem and yet he comes to Combat for a change of scenery only to find himself without a bark too… Let’s not forget TJ Alexander who, in the midst of being one savage badass decided to develop one of those conscience things and start going to bat for everyone and their mum… Should have stayed a threat that lad. The Wraith? I have no idea. I just think maybe they’re here because Mayhem removed them from the payroll because they disappeared more times than they were booked! Then there’s Axel Shaw, the only bloke in this match who’s got as much bravado as me! A true Champion running alongside “Mecca” alongside Shaun Hart, J Mont, Fred Debonair and whoever bloody else I don’t care because Shaw forgets whilst he’s trying to show something for appearing on both Combat and Mayhem he’s the only one in “Mecca” that is. You have no friends on Combat, fella. Suddenly there’s a tug on Sebastian’s line and he begins to reel it in, dunking a Spotted Bass into the bucket, unhooking it and throwing it back before re-casting his line he necks another bourbon shot as by now he’s stubbed his cigarette out so he lights up another… Sebastian And then of course you have the two Campione’s! Caleb “TV Title” Scott and Iron “Uprising” Wolf. Two guys who were scared as hell to defend their belts on IIW Mayhem so thought coming over to Combat was going to be safer, going to be easier but you didn’t factor in Sebastian Hamilton, the IIW Hardcore Champion being on the same brand as them! They thought they’d take the easy route… But that’s just it, there are no easy routes… I moved here to put a beating on people and earn the respect due to me on Mayhem. I’m not coming here as a belt collector, I'm coming here as a debt collector for those who’ve made it, but left a lot of unpaid dues lying around in the process… I truly don’t care if you’re five-eight or six-four, I don’t give a flying monkey’s uncle if you’re one seventy five or three twenty five I don’t care if you’re male or female. At the end of the day if you’re not with me in that ring you’re against me and in Siege Perilous every single one of you are! Right now I’m taking stock of who’s in Combat and who’s carrying what weight. There’s a saying I’ve always lived by, especially in the trenches and that is, it’s enough looking behind you but far too easy to get back there. Or what comes up must come down and I’ve been watching carefully and intently the attitudes that run around Mayhem and noticing who’s picking up their personality and who’s continuing to be an arse… And I will stomp holes in your faces, believe me when I tell you this. I will destroy you all, leaving next to nothing remaining and I won’t even care if I take the IIW Global Championship… And I know Kal is watching this and he’s probably really pissed, aren’t you Kal?? Good! When I signed my contract for Combat, for Kalvin Dayspring, I made it very clear that I was here to give people something to do, boo me, hate me, whatever they were going to do it wouldn’t be good, not for me and in the long run worse for them and it seems like Kal has forgotten what I am contractually obligated to do. But it’s okay, it’ll all become clear soon enough and then people will realise I wasn’t giving people a rough ride I was just doing my job and that job continues on Friday night… See you boys there.
Sebastian grabs his fishing line as it once again begins pulling. He draws in another Spotted Bass, as he takes another big pull on the cigarette, knocking back another shot as the scene begins to fade out…
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Post by Andre Cash on Jan 25, 2023 4:35:02 GMT
*The scene opens on the War Room of Alpha Enterprises, there is an oversized leather chair facing the camera and there is a blank television screen behind it. Andre enters the scene wearing his workout gear, he sits and looks down the barrel of the camera*
Glory is a hell of a thing. You strive for it, you work for it, but as soon as you obtain it, people cannot stand to see you uphold it! Since I set foot in this company, I have been saying that my main goal is to be a champion and who was the first to qualify for this title match, that’s right, it was ME! Not PG-13, TJ Alexander, Wraith, and certainly not that fake-ass Andre Cash wannabe, Axel Shaw! You see, there’s a lot of talk around this match, a lot of people overlooking me, and some even bringing up the same exact shit they said last time. I’m stepping into this match with a chip on my fucking shoulder but I suppose I’m supposed to sit here and talk about each and every one of you individually because that’s the hip thing to do in these types of matches. So, y’all gonna make me sound like Mario, letsa go!
Axel Shaw, you ain’t nothing more than a whole ass bitch! You want this world to sit there and expect you to just be able to waltz up that cage and win MY championship. Listen here you two-bit halfwit, you’re gonna have to go through me if you want ANY chance to make a name for yourself, and how the fuck you gonna do that when you’re trying so hard to be me. “The Mecca,” that’s what you call yourself, well let me tell ya something, you being “the Mecca” is the furthest from the truth because your dumb, overhyped punk-ass is about to see what it means to face the monster that stands before you. You want to look back at trophies like they mean a motherfucking thing? Nah, you ain’t shit! Show up acting like you didn’t peak in high school, showing up acting like you mean a solitary, solid shit to this business, but the fact of the matter is that your self-esteem and your “determination” are going to be your downfall because you seem like the type who ain’t nevah been slapped in the mouth. “Bu-but, I was an amateur wrestling star and I’m prepared to climb the mountain…” Nah, this fucking mountain that you’re looking up at ain’t nothing more than a foothill, because you about to climb up to Olympus, and just when you think you’ve met the peak and you can finally achieve your prize…I’ll treat you like Hephaestus and kick you back down the mountain…where you belong…ya heard! This match is for a CHAMPIONSHIP not some half-baked brownies on the side of the mat, this is for MY championship and your bitch ass is about to be sent to the fucking gulag! I promise you, Axel, the “snipers” you feel have their sights on you, got nothing on the BEAST coming to maul you on the way to achieving exactly what he desires!
Speaking of desires, and by extension, dreams, let’s talk about that half-baked bitch-cake known as TJ Alexander. TJ, you seem to have this thing about you where you zone in on ONE aspect of a person and then drive that down to the ground. In regards to myself, you have this obsession with asking me how it feels to fail in the NFL, newsflash pussy-lips, I left all of those prospects behind because I knew I could make more money sending half-pints like you to god, and plus, there are people like you that constantly need to be put in their place. So let me remind you of this once again, If You wanna try and step up against the Alpha, I suggest you look around and realize exactly where you are because you’re stepping into MY domain! This dome ain't anything new to me, I’ve been in matches just like this before and when I send you into that cage, face first, you’ll soon realize what you signed up for. Then, maybe, you’ll understand that if you WANT to step up, you best be ready to get sat back down! TJ, I want you to look directly into my eyes and listen to my words because you seem to have a habit of ignoring whatever doesn’t serve your narrative, so listen to what I have to say because it might just save your miserable life! I am not a failed NFL star, I am not the “next big thing,” and I’m sure as hell NOT ABOUT TO LOSE TO SOME PUNK WHO CALLS HIMSELF THE “GAME CHANGER!” You’re in my ring, you’re in my match, and when I finally hoist that fucking belt above my head, you best thank me, because I’m here to put this company on my fucking back because everyone knows you can’t possibly handle it! Show me what you have TJ, because I guaran-fucking-tee, just like your entire career, it won’t be enough! But when you’re on the ground, tears in your eyes, and piss running down the toothpicks you call legs, know that all you have to do is…smile….Bitch!
Then there are whatever “monsters” they want to put in this match, PG-13, and The Wraith…two “beasts” by different names. PG-13 still claims to be the biggest, baddest, meanest motherfucking in this match, but obviously, he’s being fed the worst advice by whoever Michael Hill is. So, allow me to put forth my advice, PG, you need to protect this image you have of yourself…which means, you should just not show up on Friday because there are a lot of ways this can go wrong for you, and with that fragile mindset you have, I’d be worried about calling a wellness check in on you only for the cops to find that you’ve “Rabid Wolverined” yourself after watching the Alpha capture what you held so dear. So, let’s dissect whatever ego you have so you can at least see the light that will be shining upon Combat because the God of Wrestling, himself has finally achieved his ultimate goal. PG, you claimed we’re all names that mean nothing, you sat there and allowed yourself to fall into the trap that kills more monsters than Hercules, you allowed yourself to have smoke blown up your ass by the people around you and have FAILED at proving those who doubt you wrong. You sat there and allowed yourself to say that I’ve “carved out a nice career” for myself when I’m just getting started you overly hyped motherfucker! I’ve been making a name for myself everywhere I’ve gone and you hate the fact that there might FINALLY be someone to put you in your place! So, try to step up, because I’ve seen a lot of “destroyers” come and go in this business and I can already see that you’re no different. I overestimated you last time, I played your little game…I gave you the spotlight you so desperately crave and allowed you to get into my head, but now I see that you’re nothing more than a bitch who’s been told he’s great his whole life. So, this Friday, when I beat your ass so bad you think you’re back at mommy’s house and said the wrong thing…You’ll finally see that you have absolutely nothing on the Alpha…and that ‘destroyer’ is just a nickname they give to the lowest level of threats because the BOSS is gonna stand on top of the mountain, where he fucking belongs…then it’ll only be your fucking ego that's DESTROYED!
Wraith, on the other hand, is just another big “monster” that can’t even speak for himself. “Ooo, I have an idea, I’ll let Tees talk for me while I stand in the shadows…that’ll make me look cool.” BOY, let me tell you, your Marilyn Manson meets Charles Manson schtick ain’t fooling ANYONE! You didn’t talk because your bitch ass couldn’t. You probably sound like Mickey Mouse getting ass-fucked by Goofy and that is why you chose to have some legend like John Tees talking for you. Wraith, let’s talk facts, you were BARELY put in this match, you were THIS fucking close to being the victim of my elimination and you got lucky! So, let’s pick up where we left off, with me whooping your ass all over that dome because whatever monster you think you are, ain’t nothing compared to me! So, hit me up in that dome, I’ll gladly make it so you don’t have to put on that eyeliner like you do everyday because I’ll give you that black eye for FREE! So make sure you put on your favorite Hotel Transylvania shirt and blast your My Chemical Romance CDs because I’ll make sure that *fakes an emo singing voice* YOU’RE NOT OKAAAAAYAY!
That goes for you too Caleb Scott, over there looking like the goth chick after taking a bukkake from the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man! I’m coming to send you back to the midcard for good! You’re welcome! Iron Wolf, you’re about to be sent back to Kentucky beggin your fucking sister to blow you and make you feel better because, just like when you were growing up, there’s a bad black man coming, only this time you have no way to protect yourself. See you bitch-boys Friday!
Finally, there’s one last bitch that seems to have a lot to say, Sebastian Hamilton, I’ve said plenty about you and somehow you managed to come back and give me the pleasure of kicking your ass once again. So let me make this fucking quick, I’m coming to end you. I’m stepping into that dome for a golden opportunity and a championship that will solidify myself as a true Alpha. You, the fake-ass mobster with a touching little boys habit, are not a fucking threat to me. So, I suggest staying in London. I suggest skipping the match and living to fight another day because I promise you, I’ll break that little pencil neck of yours and make sure that you’ll only be able to chase the ladies when the shit is downhill! I’m on a mission, and, unfortunately for you, my quickest way is through each and every one of you!
Welcome to Olympus gentlemen, don’t get too comfortable because come Friday, the Alpha of IIW finally gets to show the world that he has always been the ATLAS OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!
GLORY BE THE NAME OF ANDRE CASH!
*the scene fades as Andre stands up from the chair and a graphic of the Global Championship is seen on the screen behind him, the text on the screen simply reads “soon” and the scene fades to black*
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Post by Andre Cash on Jan 25, 2023 18:12:18 GMT
*The scene opens on Alexis Martinez at the hotel of IIW Combat stars in Lexington, Kentucky. She stands in front of the lobby awaiting a star to approach. A large, hummer-style limo pulls up, and out steps Alpha Enterprises. Malik Kaun, Apollo Moore, and Jordyn Moss all exit choosing to avoid contact with Alexis, however, the final member of Alpha Enterprises exits the limo and is instantly approached by Martinez*
Martinez: Andre…uh…Mr. Cash…we are less than 72 hours away from the “Siege Perilous” Global Championship match. How are you feeling with the match approaching and what do you feel your chances of walking away with the Global Championship are, come Friday?
Andre: Really, really, that’s the fucking question you choose to ask when you have the Alpha standing in front of you. You ask “how am I feeling” rather than asking where are you going for the after party, and what type of booze are they gonna serve, man, these interviews are getting more and more outrageous by the minute. Listen here sweet cheeks, why don’t you stand there with that dress painted on and allow the Alpha to speak!
*Martinez grows silent and Andre looks down at the camera, continuing to speak*
I once said that “No one told Atlas he was arrogant when he held the world on his shoulders,” and I stand by that. Atlas was punished for siding with the Titans and was told to forever hold the world upon his shoulders but when I take the time to put this upon myself and carry this company to the next level, I’m considered arrogant…I’m considered big-headed and egotistical. Let me tell each and every one of you exactly what I mean when I say I’m putting this fucking company on my back! I plan to go into Siege Perilous and blow through each and every opponent who stands in my way. Whether it be TJ Alexander, Caleb Scott, or Iron Wolf, all of them will know what it means to fall from Olympus at the hands of the Alpha.
So let me tell ya exactly how this should work because it seems as though IIW management ain’t listening to me, I should be awarded the Global Title because there’s not a single fucking person in this company who is willing and able to put this company on their back and make a name for themselves. El Landerson, sent to the gulag, Tex Attawater, hung from the gallows, Obsidian, sent back to whatever slum he crawled out of and there are more to come. So bring it on boys because at the end of the day, Andre Cash is gonna be Global Champion and the prophecy of prosperity shall be brought forth…by force!
Martinez: Wait, Andre, aren’t you wanting to say anything more about each of your opponents? I mean, each of these men qualified the same exact way as you, don’t you feel as these men might be threats to the “prophecy” that you claim?
Andre: Threats…threats…the only thing any of these punk-ass bitches are threatening is putting the IIW fans to sleep! They wanna step up to punchy…then bacon on, because I’m about to grill each and every one of you! This is my match, in my company, in MY industry and I don’t need to tear each and every one of you apart again. You wanna be considered a threat…prove me wrong because until you all manage to prove me wrong…I’ll be forced to believe that I’m in the ring with nothing more than 7 two-bit bitches and will still walk away from the Siege Perilous as IIW Global Champion…and that’s not just a promise…it’s a spoiler!
*Andre grabs his bag and enters the hotel as the camera fades to black*
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Post by Caleb Scott on Jan 25, 2023 18:25:49 GMT
The camera open to show Caleb still in the circle of pillars. He moves on from his own and walks up to the next pillar and looks up, revealing Iron Wolf carved into the stone pillar. Caleb takes a deep breath. “Well, Iron Wolf, it looks like we meet again. You did your best against me in the main event last episode but it wasn’t enough and you will never have enough to beat me. Even with your boys, the now healthy Union Jack and Pequeno Dinosaurio coming over to Combat from Mayhem. If you’re thinking about trying to get some revenge, I would strongly recommend rethinking your strategy. You have no idea the amount of misery I can bring down on you and Bear-O-Dactyl. I will dispose of you the same way I did before on my way to winning the IIW Global Championship.”Before moving on, Caleb takes his bat, winds up and with all his strength swings it against the massive pillar. A large crack then begins to snake its way up the pillar, splitting the carving of Iron Wolf in two. Caleb then slowly saunters to the next pillar in the circle. When he looks up, Caleb gets disgusted look on his face. The camera then focuses on the pillar and we see TJ Alexander. “And of course, here’s TJ. The current thorn in my side. I dealt with you at Explosion when you tried to take my Television title and now, after what you did on Combat, I will get another shot to teach you a lesson. You are going to learn that if you keep tempting me, if you keep antagonizing me, eventually I will snap and all this darkness and torment I speak of will be unleashed on you. In Siege Perilous, of course I want to win the Global Championship but before I make my way to the top of the cage, I am going to hand out your punishment.”Again, Caleb hits the pillar with his bat, causing another crack. The structure begins to degrade, dust and small rocks fall from above as Caleb moves on. Caleb shakes his head as he sees who is carved into the next statue. "Then there's this big lug. Mr. Movie Rating himself, PG-13. One of the few men in IIW to be able to score a victory over me many months ago. A lot has changed since then, Parental Guidance. You losing the ECE Championship to your brother, Crush. Him embarrassing your team at War Games. Now you want to experience more embarrassment on Combat where you’ll be staring up at me with the Global Championship in my hands while you’re laying flat on your back. Your pin on Phoenix to make it here will be the last time you win on Combat.”With a quick swing of his bat, another pillar is cracked. The integrity of the pillars continue to decrease as small pieces of stone fall off the cracked pillars. Continuing along within the circle of pillars, Caleb approaches to see who his next victim will be. “Ah yes, the man part of Alpha Enterprises, Andre Cash. Look, Cash, anyone that has to say that they’re an alpha, is not alpha. So angry you are but I get why. Injecting whatever you can get your hands on to try to make yourself look tough and your muscles look big and yet, still nobody takes you seriously. You try so hard to act tough that it comes off desperate. Your goons taking out Nemeth after he already had a match? Such an alpha move. Throwing around a man that you have a good hundred pounds on when Wraith was too much for you to handle. Such a big strong man. Unfortunately for you, in Siege Perilous, you’ll be trapped in a cage with me and your beta boys won’t be able to hand out any cheap shots when things get too rough for you. You can try to talk tough all you want, when it comes time for action, the world will be shown that you don't belong here. The bottom of the card is too high of a place for you."The bat again connecting with the stone. The chain on the bat tears the stone apart with every hit. Caleb then stands before the next pillar in the circle. “The Wraith. The pity entrant. You didn’t even earn your Wildcard spot for the Global Qualifier, you didn’t get pinned but you still lost your debut but Dayspring just felt bad for you and decided to reward you, for some reason, for your failure. However, you were lucky enough to stick that giant boot on Amadeus Fox’s chest and pick up the victory to make it to the Siege Perilous match where your luck will run out. There are a lot of giants in this match but it doesn’t matter if you’re 7’4”, 10’ or 20’ tall because nothing is going to get in my way of that Global Championship. Wraith has multiple definitions, one of them being ‘a faint trace of something’ which is exactly what you will become after this match. There will be faint traces of you scattered around the ring and you will leave nothing to IIW but a faint trace of a career. You think you were murdered and are dead but in Siege Perilous, I’m going to make sure that happens for real.”Bringing the bat around with a glimmer of rage in his eyes, Caleb cracks The Wraith’s pillar with his bat before stepping over to the next one. Looking up at the pillar, towering 20' towards the red sky, Caleb sees the unmistakable newsboy cap resting on the head of this opponent. "Sebastian thinks he has found his place on Combat. Being a 4-time Hardcore Champion may have a little merit but compared to the Global Championship it is nothing but an afterthought. Combat is not the place for you, Hamilton. You think you're hardcore? That you're violent, brutal or ruthless? You say you do what everyone else does better but I promise you, I am the pinnacle of brutality, I am violence personified and you will find that out firsthand. In Siege Perilous I will leave pieces of your flesh dangling on the cage before I ascend to the top to attain what is mine. Then you can go back to hang around the deplorable hardcore division where you belong."After Caleb swings his bat, cracking Sebastian Hamilton's pillar, he finally approaches the final pillar in the circle. With a bloodthirsty stare, Caleb looks up at Axel Shaw. "Finally, we conclude the circle with Axel Shaw. He is, admittedly, the opponent I will need to watch out for the most. Victories over Ace Johnson to get to the Global Qualifier then a victory over K-Jax to get to Siege Perilous in your debut. Impressive indeed but this is where that streak will end. I have done too much in IIW so far to let someone that just walked in here leave Lexington with my Global Championship. Between myself and The Wraith, who I'm sure still has revenge on his mind, there is no way you will make it up that cage before me. I will make sure you will instead be a bloody heap piled in the corner while I celebrate my championship victory over seven other victims."Caleb then holds his bat in front of his face and stares at it briefly. He then swings and hits Axel Shaw's pillar. Suddenly, larger pieces of stone begin to fall as Caleb moves to stand in front of his own pillar. The pillars continue to crumble, the ground shaking as large pieces of the pillars slam into it. Finally, the pillars all crumble to the ground. The large cloud of dust is shot into the air, blinding the camera from seeing anything else. As the dust clears we begin to see the image of Caleb Scott, untouched by the collapse, standing in front of his still standing pillar. The head of his bat planted on the ground in front of him with both hands resting on the opposite end. The camera approaches him over the pile of rubble. "You see, there is only one pillar of Combat. One pillar worthy of holding the IIW Global Championship. In the Siege Perilous match, all seven of you will crack under the pressure while I achieve what I have fought for since I came to IIW. None of you have what it takes to keep me from that title, I will be your new Global Champion and I will rightfully sit on the black throne as I continue to take over Combat while the rest of my opposition slowly become footnotes in the history of IIW."Caleb then begins to step across the pile of stone. He makes his way across back to the path on the other side. The camera watches from the heap of stone as Caleb walks back up the path with his bat rest on his shoulder. ___________________________________________________________________
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Post by Sebastian Hamilton on Jan 25, 2023 23:48:27 GMT
Hopkinsville, Christian County, Kentucky… The bell on the local church tower has just rung for ten in the evening but the entire town centre is empty, except for one man, walking down the rain soaked street in a long black jacket, tweed three-piece suit and peaked cap, the brogues on his feet tapping along the road as he walks. Smoke rises from his lips but it’s not the cold air, the cigarette hangs off his thumb and forefinger as he strolls between streetlight and shadow. Sebastian Everything is for everybody and everybody is for everything. Nobody wants nothing for something but everybody wants something for nothing… You know that’s what I learned when I walked into this world and it’ll be the same takeaway when I leave, but alas I’m going to be talking about things that are so far removed from what’s going on you’ll think you’ve fallen down a rabbit hole and ended up in Narnia, or Oz… So let me just get to the crux of the matter shall I? Siege Perilous, only eight of us left but only one of us can walk out with the belt… As I said this is an opportunity for me to walk into that caged dome and bash as many skulls in as I can before the match finds itself over… But of course I can’t just do that, so let us see what exactly I’m dealing with, going into this match on Friday here in Kentucky… Firstly there’s the big bad nothing, PG-13, I reckon that bloke should change his name to U for Universal, as in he gets universally battered wherever he steps foot… Now I’m not sure what he was trying to achieve by saying Fuck me, in fact he said fuck us as a collective in The Hamilton Establishment… That’s okay PG that’ll just add up in the dues you’ll need to pay soon enough, when we finally meet again inside the ring. It’s hilarious that PG-13 assumes I’m not ready for this supposed pain he’s about to inflict when I literally invented an entire dossier of what pain is… Your “pain” will amount to nothing but a flick on the ear, whereas when it comes to you attempting to handle what we’ve got on tap, son, you’ll be wishing you were dead like some of these mercenaries I’ve dealt with, in my lifetime… “The Wraith”, Richard Tees… A man I’ve heard more about outside IIW than I have inside, I’m genuinely not even sure if this bloke has been booked in a match since he signed a contract and as I said previously it’s likely the reason he came over to Combat from Mayhem… But here’s the thing, Wraith. You put me amongst those you said were supposed to be best and so called “best” on the show but you clearly haven’t been paying attention because otherwise you’d have known exactly who The Hamilton Establishment are and what we deliver mate. We ain’t just some two-bob outfit here, Tees… Sebastian takes a drag of his cigarette, as he looks off in the distance he turns past a Buffalo Wild Wings on one side and a Burger King on the other… He drops the cigarette and stamps it out as he walks into the Burger King…
Three minutes later and Sebastian returns with a large cup of Dr. Pepper, sipping on it he continues along the dark empty road looking around for signs of life. Sebastian It’s mad, seeing big ol’ tonker trucks like Andre Cash getting all froggy, thinking he’s ready to go and using derogatory words like pussy to describe me, when anyone who watched the Global qualifier could see he really wasn’t looking for it whenever we locked eyes or locked up but yet here he goes again, still running his mouth. He claims there’s nobody on his level and I would definitely agree where I’m concerned because I’m so far past him, so clear ahead in the distance, it’s unreal… I’m not sure why the arse kissing from Cash towards PG-13 and TJ Alexander but hyping them up throughout the Global Qualifer and saying you guys are the favourites and then trying to say I don’t back shit up? Mate I was turning the hardcore division here on its head before you even found a rep to send your videotape into, show a little respect eh? And what don’t you get about what I said to you before fella? So you “pissed away” any chance at playing in the NFL? Yes Andre, you failed and miserably I’m also not sure what the most recent thing you said to me was, Cash, but it sounded like an insult… I’ve broken fingers for less and torn off ears for almost the same level of stupidity. You say I’m not a threat mate? Then whatever happened on Friday night is on you… All of it. Anyway enough of that totem pusher, I think there’s someone out there that might deserve a little bit of my time and that’s the friendly neighbourhood TJ Alexander. This bloke’s been running his mouth up and down the Devil’s highway and focusing on the wrong individuals, he makes comments about the family business and says I’m failing? My friend I’m not even going into the amount of funds I carry as I don’t brag that way, but just comprehend that whilst you’ve been watching people like PG-13 and Caleb Scott, I’m the one going to be standing there waiting for you to turn around and then… Let’s leave that as a surprise shall we? And how about Axel Shaw? One big bad son of a bitch. Could probably do the job alone but realises of course there’s safety in numbers… Smart man and touting himself out on both brands? Well that’s not something I’d have thought of doing but that’s because apart from my brothers I feel numbers can weaken, they can distract and they can become a hindrance… Maybe it’ll be okay with you having Goliath here but outside of that, I think you need to ignore the rest of “Mecca” and show us you can go it alone eh? You’re a very strange bloke though, Axel… I mean you say you won’t your views on war just before proceeding to give me your views on war…? And what do you mean my family don’t appreciate the business? Are we just making up things now? Okay well you’re a short hobbit looking bastard and nobody likes you, even those in “Mecca” how’s that for ya, fella? And don’t take the fact that I’ve stood by my country fool you into thinking I don’t know how to use my hands because you’ll find out soon enough… Sebastian finds a bin on a street corner and chucks the now empty Burger King drink into it. He lights up another cigarette, exhales and continues walking. Sebastian Finally I’ve got to mention our esteemed belt carriers haven’t I? The Uprising Champion, Iron Wolf and the Television Champ, Caleb Scott… I seem to have triggered a nerve with you haven’t I, Caleb?? You seem to be rattled by me saying that I do everything better than you guys, aren’t you Caleb? But why? Why did I say it? Because I am better than you, I’m more hardcore than you… I’m more violent than you. If you want to test that theory out, then feel free to challenge me for my Hardcore title when I take the Global Championship Friday night? I’ll even give you choice of match too. Do you… Do you get off talking about taking bits of flesh off of someone too? Because that’s definitely not you, you fraud! And finally… Iron Wolf who, like Caleb, completely deserves his belt but unlike Caleb knows how and when to keep his mouth shut! Iron Wolf is focused and that’s all that matters, none of this bad mouthing bullshit before stepping into the ring for one of the most brutal matches to date…. I have watched Iron Wolf from Mayhem to now and can honestly say he’s one of the only individuals right now that I have a small amount of respect for and trust me that counts for a hell of a lot, because usually I think of someone only in the sense of planning the end of their careers…. You see I’ve got this hunger and it needs to be sated. Boxing, UFC, bare knuckle fighting, MMA, Karate… None of that worked and so I’ve been hoping beyond hope that Wrestling will and it starts good and proper in the Siege Perilous match! And it’ll end with fourteen limbs all over the shop… And one man sat upon the Perilous Seat before his quest for the Holy Grail… Holding the IIW Global Championship. That man, is me… See you Friday boys…
Sebastian takes one last drag on his cigarette, flicks it down a drain and walks off into the distance as we pan upwards and see the Sun slowly rising… Then we fade to black.
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