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Post by Kalvin "Kal" Dayspring on Jan 27, 2023 12:59:23 GMT
both these men put it all on the line last Combat as they battled in Siege Perilous, each one proving why they are the best IIW has to offer. Now one of them gets to take a big step towards getting a shot at the Global title that just barely slipped from their hands last Combat Andre Cash h Iron Wolf
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Post by Iron Wolf on Feb 8, 2023 5:45:10 GMT
Iron Wolf is in the gymnasium again. He’s drenched in sweat and looks at an unpadded wall like it is his worst enemy. He’s shirtless and bruised down the side of his chest where he had impacted something solid. Either the wall or the floor is up for debate.
Iron Wolf: Well, here goes nothing.
There are others standing by the wall in different places. They are caught between concern for Iron Wolf and fear for themselves as Iron Wolf takes off for the wall.
He leaps at the wall, going into a squat. He leaps off of the wall into several corkscrewing flips before dropping one guy with a drop kick that he backflips off of their face into a back elbow to a second into a flip back to the wall where he does another squat before leaping off of the wall to hit a spear on the final guy. He stands up panting and helps up the guys that he just knocked down.
Iron Wolf: I can’t thank you enough for helping me do this. It wouldn’t be the same without the impact of flesh against flesh, you know.
3rd guy: Yeah, yeah. We’re all heart. Listen, you think you’re going to be done anytime soon and pay us? There are strippers working their way through college thanks to us.
Iron Wolf nods and walks over to his duffle bag where he has a fair amount of cash hidden within. He hands out cash to the three sparring partners and sits down to mop his brow of sweat with a towel.
Iron Wolf: There are no shortcuts in good training. I need to expand my abilities from being a brawler to a high-flying, quick-footed, luchador. Bounce all around the ring and through the air to defeat my opponents. It’s what my friends would want to see out of me.
He looks at the wall again, ambition plain in his eyes. He runs at the wall and squats against it. He leaps into a flip onto the floor where he does a standing flip double heel stomp before using the momentum to flip back at the wall at a higher spot. He launches from the wall as if doing a spear to the throat of an invisible opponent, rolling back to his feet, and leaping into the air for a roundhouse kick!
Iron Wolf does a quick bow for the fans that are cheering him on instead of doing their own workouts. He smiles big at the fans and as a few come up to him, he signs autographs for t-shirts, posters, and masks that have been bought upfront at the gym to help pay for Iron Wolf’s time here.
When finally the people stop coming to him for photos and autographs, it’s getting late.So, Iron Wolf makes his way toward the locker room to shower and change.
Iron Wolf: Andre Cash. I take from the bio that you’re from Georgia and that you’re a powerhouse kind of wrestler. I’m normally a brawly kind of wrestler, but I have been learning some speed, martial arts, and high flying to compliment my style and make me more well-rounded. I understand that our match is not going to be for the Uprising title and I think that’s a bit of a mistake on management’s part since I am a fighting champion, but I’m not in charge so, I guess we just have to go with it. If you defeat me in the ring, I don’t see why they would not grant you a title match right away. Well, at the next show. It would only make sense.
Iron Wolf gets to the door to the locker room and stops in his tracks. He forgot his duffle. He grabs it right quick and heads back toward the locker room.
Iron Wolf: Andre Cash. I know if you catch me in the ring that this could be all over for me in an instant. I can take a beating and come back swinging, but you seem much stronger than me. So, I will outspeed you. I’ll run circles around you in that ring. Hit and run. I think some old dude said something about “Fly like a Butterfly and Sting like a Bee”. I’m going to do just that Andre. I’m going to come at you with all I have and then when you go to catch me, I’ll be gone.
He sets his things in the locker and undresses so he can walk over to the showers. His mask is noticeably still in place.
Iron Wolf: Can’t have you all knowing who I am right now can I? Secret identity and all that. Andre Cash, we will be in the ring soon enough for me to bring you down.
With that, Iron Wolf gets into the shower and we get a fine view of his butt… which has the tattoo of a clown on his right buttcheek?
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Post by Andre Cash on Feb 8, 2023 18:50:25 GMT
*The scene opens up on a recording dated January 28th, 2023. Andre is seen looking at his phone, astonished by the text that he will be facing Iron Wolf. He sits down and sets the camera on a table that overlooks his pool.*
Iron Wolf? That’s the match, what kind of honkytonk fuckery is this. I should be Global Champion but the fucking slip-up has sent me so far down the card that I’m facing some kind of down-home dipshit? SHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEET, I guess that’s how the cookie crumbles right? I’m just supposed to sit back and not be pissed that I’m not expanding my trophy case, I’m just supposed to move on and not remember that I was THIS fucking close to winning the Global Championship. I’m meant to forget it, that’s fine, gold is gold baby, and winning this match would put me in “contention” for the Uprising Championship…I’m down with that. I’m on my way to making this company mine and it’s about damn time the Iron Wolf realizes that this is about a fucking belt, and he just happens to be in the way. Don’t worry, I’ll give him the shot to respond. See you soon Wolfie.
*The camera shifts to a new scene, Andre is seen in a large “war room” pacing. He seems almost impatient.*
“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee…the hands can’t hit what the eyes can’t see.”
That’s the old saying that this two-bit halfwit quoted in front of all of you and what I have to say is, fuck that shit! You want to “out-speed” me? Hard to do that when I have outrun Olympians, outworked blue-collar badasses, and out-lifted strongmen. I am not just a powerhouse, I’m the Alpha of our species, and this idea that you’re going to sit back and outrun me, making sure I can’t get a hold of you, that’s a farce, it’s about damn time for these people see exactly what I am. *in a nerdy nasally voice* “B-but Andre, you just lost the Siege Perilous, you can’t possibly be considered the Alpha.”
BOOOOOOOY let me tell ya something, even God makes mistakes, take a look at this backwoods bum that I’m facing this Friday! This man is out here attempting to sound like a superhero that enjoys fucking his cousin. It’s a bird, it’s a plane, nope, it’s just Iron Wolf shooting out of his sister’s battleship-sized coochie or, if you really want to talk about this absolute fuckery that is the fact I am being forced to face Iron Wolf in a NONTITLE match, it’s Iron Wolf being tossed around by the Alpha because that’s EXACTLY how this match is going to go. I’m going to grip you up, tear you in two, and show the world that the Alpha is beast but an ANGRY Alpha is the end of this fucking company. I lost once, it’s a painful feeling to see the brand that you work so hard to be a pillar for slip away from you and decide they should go with a goth chick after a bukkake but we’re not talking about that right now. There’s gold littering this brand and I just happen to be facing this overhyped dipshit as he’s holding the belt. So, I’ll tell you what Kal. WHEN I win against Iron Wolf on Friday, I want you to give me the opportunity to tear this masked gimp apart again but for the FUCKING BELT! I want the world to take on this entire idea that gold goes to the Alpha, whether or not the upper management want the champion to be the best. This belt is important, but not on the champion it is now. This boy is a bit like a Joey Diaz joke, it slaps in one audience but to most of the world his schtick sounds like a New Jersey-flavored queef. That’s right, I’m calling Iron Wolf a New Jersey-flavored queef because you make this brand a FUCKING JOKE!
I’m coming for you and that belt because whether or not you believe I can catch you, I promise you, I’m going to put you down. I’m taking that stupid fucking mask, tearing it off your “I like to play with kids at 25” lookin face, and shoving that bitch straight up your ass! I’m going to beat you within an inch of your miserable life because I fucking can, and there’s not a fucking thing you can do…I’m not here to make friends, I’m not here to make jokes...I’m here to win championships, kick ass, and make fucking money! You, Iron Wolf, may be a great talent but I promise you, after Friday, the only talent you’ll have is the talent of being able to breath with a tube. I’m pissed off, I’m tired of being ignored, and I’m going to make sure that all of these people remember the name Andre fucking Cash!
Now get out of my fucking face, I’ve got some training to do!
*The scene fades to black as Andre is seen storming out of the shot*
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