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Post by Kalvin "Kal" Dayspring on Jan 27, 2023 13:01:20 GMT
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Post by Tex Attwater on Feb 1, 2023 14:07:59 GMT
The inside of my mind is like a mouse on a wheel, I am constantly running but in circles that I do not see and for years it has been like this but I can feel the wheel slowing down. I can feel this wheel breaking and I am scared because like the mouse that has his hay underneath him or her when he falls I have no idea where I will land. So I run and run and I hope not to fall, for I put my mind elsewhere and I simply hope that this wheel will forever continue to run with me and if it shall break underneath my feet than please only let me break gently.
Howdy hell over yonders...what have we caught our protagonist in the middle of this time? Spin, spin, breathe, but never stop. Well it seems it all started a few days ago:
Finally! Tex was getting back into the ring and the excitement that ran through his body and tingled down his spine was a good feeling. It had his fingers on edge which made his mind even more so, and so had began the run. It was a six man tag for the ages on upcoming Friday Night Combat, where we would see Tex and..Bear-O-dactyl vs Tyde and The Hamiltion Establishment. It was such a good match that Tex was not even going to have to hype it, for the match hyped itself. Don't believe him? Well tune in and find out!, but none the less, we find our big and broad and time traveling guy, out today sitting on the edge of his seat, watching as the others in the middle of the stage were going at it. Medeival Jousting; it made Tex feel like he was right at home with the screams of attacking your nemesis right in the face and standing tall over them. He got a little too much excitement from it today but he could not help it and the "ooh's and ahh's" of the crowd did help, but there was a small part of Tex that had quieted itself down among the screams of joy and pure happiness of the crowd that watched on.
He was slowly breathing to calm the uneasy feeling so that he could continue to enjoy the show. Maybe it was jitters due from getting back into the ring? Nope, it did not feel like that. Oh! He knew what it was. Tagging with Bear-O-dactyl! Yes being with someone new and such, well even through all of his jumps and leaps of times and lives, Tex truly had never seen anything like it. He was grateful for it though and maybe they would break Tyde and company, not figuratively but harm them enough that he could enjoy it too. Six were going to go in, but only the three of them would leave unscathed. Still, with each match you had to focus and pull your own weight. "Fuck that pirate," Tex said to himself. What a scurvy scoundrel and a simp too. Jack Tyde needed to be made to drown and never live to tell a tale again.
However as the mouse running on the wheel, we often miss the signs of that wheel about to fall out from us even when it stares us right in the face. The woman sitting beside Tex accidentally bumped him and spoke. "Sorry," she said as it drew Tex's attention. He tried his best to nod but he froze for a second before he finally was able to nod and slowly turned his attention back to the jousting competition. The crowds of the people got louder, and then quieter as the day went on. As Tex was now seen making his way back out to his friend's farm, he quietly nodded to the man and went to the barn. It had been a while since he had talked to Scout and he needed to now, for she was his comfort animal. He made sure to take some feed and laid it out for her. "Sorry it's been too long. I had to nurse my injury and I just..there is no real excuse Scout. My mind has been a little over the place but I have a match coming up and that will help me."
Everyone had secrets but no one knew his, at least as far as he knew. All Tex knew was that he had to keep pushing the wheel, keep pushing his career and focus on the now. He needed to stop living in the past but that was easier said than done, especially when the past sat constantly with you. It was not something that he had realized through the first couple of life times because the weave of one lifetime to another knew better or so he felt than to cross over with the other but Tex was up to lifetime seven now and with his lack of sleep and a lingering cloud over his head it was like he could feel memories coming up, ones that he had been through but instead of standing alone they were starting to mingle with the others, and that was a hard thing to concept, none the less deal with. He turned and leaned his head up against the bridge of Scout's nose, a move so intimate in the culture of person to person and maybe even person to animal but at the moment Tex was simply using it to get a grasp on the one thing that always seemed familiar to him. He needed a constant in this crazy world and multiple lifetimes of change.
"I can feel..fuck why is it so hard to describe." He knew it was because it was something that he did not want to allow to wash over him. He just needed to focus on winning his match and that would make this go away. However that was what he had told himself before and yet it was not going away at all, it was standing up and knocking right at his door as his eyes blinked and he could feel himself drifting off to sleep. That was always how it happened, when you could not sleep it only took a moment of still before you did and did not realize it. Tex did not even feel exhausted at least not physically, nope he was raring to go in that regard but mentally well those lifetimes had left so many scars, maybe it was starting to take an invisible toll on him. Scout slowly backed away and shook her head. She could tell his mood was off but she was just an animal for she did not know why. Still, a flush of emotion came over her too as she shook her head more vigorously now. Her normal soft sounds became louder as she began to kick the back of her hooves against the dirt and dust began to swirl up around her and Tex.
It was very out of character for Scout as she only got more irritated and louder as she began to forcefully nudge Tex. She kicked her front hooves barely missing him as he turned over and curled himself up against the barn wall. She continued to neigh loudly as she finally managed to grab Tex by his nape and pull him outside of the barn, where she nudged him again and he finally rolled over once more and opened his eyes. Coming face to face with an upset horse had not been on his bingo card for 2023 but alas here he was. He narrowed his eyes trying to figure out how to handle this as he slowly sat up, the dust he was now covered in causing him to go into a coughing fit. "I'm up, I'm up," he said as his cough subsided. "You do not have to be so rude Scout, I just need some rest."
Ironically enough they both knew that was a lie. It was a pattern all too well. He would start sleeping too much, wrestle, drink, workout, care for Scout, rinse and repeat but the consumption of alcohol would become more and more with each dive into the events that lead to him not wanting to face his lingering demons. It was yet another constant no matter the lifetime, but this time he wanted to break it, he just did not know if he could. "I blame Jackie boy," he said to Scout. "I was doing fine and this so called nemesis of mine just keeps picking at me like I am a scab that is trying to heal. He has no idea what really lies underneath me, what kind of pain I will bring to him if he continues and his little witch too. My face, my body, they have each had pain caused by this man because of what? A witch's vision? Come on Scout even you know that's just a crock of crap."
None the less there was something else underlining here it seemed as Tex could feel his eyes slowly start to drift off again. His body was going through a change from the lack of alcohol too he figured as he spoke. "It's just a nap Scout, no worries." He felt as if he had skated the lines of deep and dark enough for the day. After his tag team match with Bear-O-dactyl versues Tyde and Crew, he knew things would be better. Scout took a second to look down at him as Tex fell over again and began to snore loudly for he had been through a lot more than it showed. Still maybe this time, he would have the chance to work it out before jumping into another lifetime and shed some of what he could only consider emotional guilt at the moment.
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Post by The Nautical Nightmare on Feb 4, 2023 23:41:43 GMT
“Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be,”
-Miguel De Cervantes It was over a month ago that Shante’ woke in the midst of the night screaming in horror. Once calmed down she muttered one name word, a name.. Tex
She had a vision, an unearthly message for the beyond warning her that one man would be intertwined with us both, locked in a conflict, an obstacle that must be overcome, conquered before our destiny could be achieved. With this knowledge and the trust I had in Mi’ Amore I stepped into Combat on January 13th with only one mission in mind. Destroy that Obstacle, Destroy Tex Attwater. It has proven much more difficult than at first was first assumed. Despite injuring his arm and taking him out of the Qualifier Match he still cost me my spot in Siege Perilous. Despite attacking him while he was injured and defeating his ‘friends’ the Landersons on the very next Combat he still lingers a thorn in the Maw of the Nautical Nightmare. I have been promised a chance to finish it, a chance to destroy him once in for all on February 24th in North Carolina on ‘Ground Zero’. Still before that I have a chance to step in the ring with him albeit in a six man tag this coming Combat. A chance to break him before we ever get to North Carolina. But is that what I really want?
It’s a unique question I have begun to ponder. Shante’ once told me her visions were not exact, they were small glimpses and hints, an attempt to lead us down the road of success and domination but very open to interpretation. So what if destroying him is not how to deal with this problem? What if there is another way, a way to harness his ‘Western’ Grit and use it for my own. I would need friends for that, yes? “Do you think this is our best course of action Mi’ Amore,” the voice of Shante’ broke into my thoughts and snapped me back to reality. That reality being a rather boring and mundane one for a man of my nature. Sitting in the back of a vehicle as I stared at the window looking at the scenery passing by. “No actually I don’t,” Was my honest reply “Your curses, and tricks are just as potent as ever yet despite how we attack this foe he doesn’t seem to break. His body is steel and as the saying goes, Steel sharpens steel. So as we get sharper, as our blade cuts deeper so does he,” “A self-fulling prophecy?,” She half questions before continuing “the more we fight against it the more we force it into existence,” I nod still staring out the window. Long stretches of a gorgeous tree line flew by as we drove down the dreary backdrop of London made it hard to appreciate for most but it was the type of weather that suited me just fine. The shades of gray that truly represented life as it is, not the false black and white that everyone wants to force each aspect of life into. There is no line that separates good from evil, only the shadows and that is where I lurk. That is where WE lurk. It is now WE because in this battle I may no longer be alone.
“You read his fortune, you picked his card. The Card of the devil we left it for him, that night we left him with his Card and our nightmares,” “Yes the Devil,” she replied “Addiction, materialism, playfulness. He is an addict, not just to alcohol but the cheers and adoration of the dull-witted masses of fans that flood into the Combat arenas for every show. It was his card do you question my ability now Mi’ Amore,” She turns away from me, miffed at even the idea that I would doubt her. I reach out taking her hand, kissing it ones before speaking “You know I love it when you brood,” “I do not brood, only plot. Plot your early demise should you ever question me again,” I smirked, “Of course but I never doubt you. I only suggest maybe we can reverse his fate, instead of swimming upstream in a raging river we change course and let the devil take us away,” She lets out a cackle as she speaks “Freedom, Release, the return of control,” “You told me when we started this you sensed a dark soul within him, torn and in pain. It would seem that maybe that is what your vision means, maybe that is what the devil tells us,” “I have always loved to dance with the devil,” “That is what I had hoped you would say, now it;s time for us to begin our preparations,” As the words come out of my mouth the vehicle begins to slow and eventually comes to a stop. Looking out the window I can see a large Iron Gate. The top of the gate has a crest of sorts, a Skull with an embellished ‘H’ etched in the forehead. After a few seconds the large gates swing open and the vehicle slowly begins to move once again. Slowly bringing us into an extravagant courtyard, large evergreen trees scattered through the immense yard. The driveway continues for several minutes passing a handful of men working in the yard to keep it up to an insane standard of perfection. Finally it comes to a stop at the start of a cobblestone walkway leading to a large white mansion that would make the white house look humble. The skull crest stood prominent on the front of the large double doors that lead inside. “I think we have arrived Mi’ Amore,” Shante whispers in my ear, her sultry voice sending tingles up the back of my neck. Her devilish smile is enough to tempt even the most devout man of god. Just a few seconds later the door opens, I slowly slide out and stand up to look around at this little slice of the one percent. “Master Tyde, Madam Waverly allow me to welcome you. If you would just follow me I can show you to the hall. We have summoned the Lord of the Manor; he will be with you at his earliest convenience,” The man motions and we follow him closely behind. This was not what we were used to, much more upper crust than we had ever been exposed too. As we approach the main entrance the doors slowly creak open. The main hall is larger than three new york apartments, a large chandelier hanging from the center and stairs heading up in both directions at the back. When you spoke it echoed just a bit. “It may be a few minutes, would you like anything while you wait?,” We both shook our heads no “This is a lavish home for a member of IIW roster,” “You know he is much more than a ‘Rassler’,” He mocked the southern accent as he almost turns his nose to the air “He is an incredibly powerful man, from an incredibly powerful family in and out of the ring. I assume however it is that power that you are here for,” “It is a mutually beneficial partnership that I plan to speak to him about, we have things money can't buy,” I nod to Shante who snaps her fingers and a spark of fire comes out of them. “I see,” The man looks doubtful “Don’t worry, we will more than prove it on Combat when we take out Tex and his little zoo crew that has come to his aid,” “Last week the Landerson’s sealed their fate by sticking their noses in the wrong place,” Shante added “This week Bear-O-Dactly! Will suffer a much worse fate,” Before anything else is said the sound of footsteps echoes through the main hallway and draws our attention. “The Master has arrived,” –TBC
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Post by Pequeño Dinosaurio on Feb 8, 2023 7:54:45 GMT
He was riding a high! Their Combat Debut couldn’t have gone any better, they defeated Pretty Technical…and looked pretty darn good in the process made the jet lag from traveling back and forth to South America worth it.
Then ‘it’ happened, Mayhem’s main event. He watched in horror as the Mayhem Tagteam Championships died a slow and painful death thanks to ATG and J Mont.
Yes, Dinosaurio now referred to the IIW World Tagteam Championship now as the Mayhem Tagteam Championships, because that’s what they were now. Ever since Shaun Hart took over their booking, they no longer represented IIW, they represented Mayhem, they represented Shaun Hart.
They were no longer the prize he had lusted after when he joined anymore, after that match, they were dirty now. They may as well be poison.
Nashville, Tennessee was the next stop on Combat’s U.S. tour and it was strangely appropriate since they found themselves teaming up with IIW’s resident Cowboy, Texaco ‘Tex’ Attwater.
Familiar with his work from Conquest Wrestling Federation, Dinosaurio found himself chuckling to himself as he looked over the booking.
A dinosaur, a teddy bear and a cowboy…it sounded like the beginning of a bad joke, only the joke would be on Jack Tyde and The Hamilton Establishment.
But now, the young Dinosaur was in no mood for jokes as his gaze lowers to the soft pastels of the marble floor. Pink tiles trimmed in green ones stretched from wall to wall in the grand hall, gold filigree separating the colours.
Pew after pew lined each side of the church, he’d not been inside one in many months, it felt strange. Like his father before him, Dinosaurio was fiercely Catholic in his core beliefs; but more accepting of others differences.
His travel schedule didn’t allow regular mass, though he prayed on the way to the ring each and every night.
Candles burn, their flames flickering in a draft as an unseen door opens and then closes, a deep blue curtain serving as a backdrop. It was a solemn walk from the back of the church to the dais, his head held low in reverence.
Clad in a darkened version of his usually bright green attire, the flashy luchador was clad all in black. He had been saving this attire for Dia de Los Muertos planning to trim the costume in bright colours as was tradition. But much like his plans for the Tagteam Championships, plans change.
From his boots to his mask, he was black trimmed in grey; a phantom, a spectre. The eternally hope filled knight was in mourning.
Reaching the dais, he steps past an open casket quickly blessing himself as he does and turns to face a non-existent congregation. He can feel the change from the cold stone floor to the soft warm red carpet of the dais through the soft soles of his wrestling boots.
From behind a beige casket containing what looks to be a pair of shining gold championship belts, reflecting the light from above, the gold and details look intricate in their design. Pequeno Dinosaurio takes a deep breath, looking from the pair of championships for a long moment, this wouldn’t be easy for him. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to bid farewell to the Mayhem Tagteam Championships. Having met their untimely end this past Mayhem…they were young, far too young.”
His words weighed down by heartbreak, Pequeno Dinosaurio continues the introduction to his eulogy for something that had meant a great deal to him. “Crushed by the incompetence of Against The Grain and the sheer might of one Joe Montuori, after being saved from the trash. Thankfully, through Devine grace they didn’t suffer long before leaving this mortal realm for God’s eternal embrace.”
“Left behind to mourn are Tagteam wrestling fans who wanted more than ‘flash in the pan’ champions who simply show up, get a match and disappear leaving no real impact, only a name listed in ‘former champions’. Left to mourn are unpinned and unsubmitted teams that just can’t seem to catch a booking break…”
Disappointment and regret fight against him, but his voice holds steady. “And, as such, with no true Tagteam Championships to pursue on Mayhem, once we fulfill our Key to Success obligation it is with a heavy heart we leave Mayhem to accept Kal Dayspring’s generous offer to establish a new Tagteam division on Combat. That’s right, after this past Mayhem we’d rather go to a show that has no Tagteam titles than go anywhere near the mess that debacle created.”
Leaving no room for misinterpretation, Dinosaurio is obviously disappointed, the IIW World Tagteam Championships were the reason he and Union Jack came to IIW to begin with. To watch the championships die such a pointed and needless death on Mayhem was excruciating for the primarily Tagteam wrestler. “And so we return to Combat for our first show officially on their roster and we get thrust right into the middle of a fight between a Cowboy and a Pirate! This is more like it! Tex Attwater can count on us as sure as the sun rises in the east and sets in the western sky. We’ve got your back out there!”
The cheesy Western pun aside, Dinosaurio comes off as honest and genuine. People like Jack Tyde and the Hamilton Establishment would always be around. People who would lie and cheat and disrespect the honour inherent in combat sports. Those people needed to be stopped, respect and honour must be upheld at all costs.
“We’ve come to Combat to usher in a new golden era of Tagteam wrestling. To take the championships Kal establishes and make them the talk of the industry. What we had originally planned to do on Mayhem had Tagteam wrestling been a priority there…” Again disappointment tinges his words, bringing his voice low but adding an intensity rarely seen in the happy go lucky dinosaur. “…now we see cabrons like Tyde and The Hamilton Establishment wanting to stake their claim to Combat, make their own, their show. I for one say ‘no! Not on my watch!’ Combat belongs to and shall always belong to the fans, that is why we are coming to Combat with everything we have. To prevent the poisoning of this show by these snakes!”
Passion brings volume back into his voice as his words echo throughout the empty church.
“Hamilton Establishment, we’re here specifically to even the playing field for Tex and we intend to do just that ese. You guys, us, Pretty Technical…the beginnings of a Tagteam division uncorrupted by indifference, a chance to start fresh, a chance to get it right this time. Tagteam wrestling is an art form and that ring is our canvas…you and the IIW fans have been sleeping on Picasso, missing out on Rembrandt, unaware of Leonardo da Vinci all because those in charge choose to not showcase them. No more! Tagteam wrestling will see a golden age once again and it starts on Combat!” With his words still ringing throughout the empty parish, Pequeno Dinosaurio takes one last look at the IIW World Tagteam Championships, kisses his fingers and touches their surface. This was as close as he’d ever get to them.
Closing the casket and with it, the beginning chapter of his IIW career, it was mostly uneventful thus far. He walks away from from the corpse slowly, blessing himself as he does.
Exiting the church, the sun was shining and instantly the world regained its colour. He now stood out, a shadow walking freely in the light.
Looking around for Union Jack, Jack declined entering the church lest he burst into flame, the unsuspecting dinosaur was blinded almost the instant he gazed upon him.
Like a red, white and blue rhinestone cowboy, Jack comes strutting out of a neighbouring shop, each step making a distinctive jingle as he goes.
Obviously for tourists, no self respecting Tennesseean would be caught dead in that combination of red, white and blue rhinestones and sparkling assless chaps.
Passing a young woman who clearly only looked in his direction out of morbid curiosity, he says a quick. “Howdy ma’am…” With a tip of his sequinned white hat and a forced southern accent that sounds horrible over his usually boisterous command of the English language.
Spotting his melancholy friend, Union Jack is all smiles. “Hey Dino! Fun fact mate, if you ask for assless chaps they just laugh at you because, by definition, all chaps are assless…lesson learned, but can you believe this great get up was on clearance! Clearance!”
Shaking his head, they were polar opposites but that was precisely why they worked so well together. Their friendship was real, something Jack Tyde and The Hamilton Establishment would never understand. Their bond went deeper than money or success, they would see each other as champions one day, in IIW or beyond.
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Post by Union Jack on Feb 8, 2023 15:11:19 GMT
Till Combat ComeLast weeks Combat had been a high point for Union Jack, not only in his IIW career, but also in his personal journey. The week leading up to that match had been difficult and long. With Mayhem in the United Kingdom, Jack had ‘run out of excuses’ as it were and so had traveled home for the first time in over five years. It had gone better than he had expected. Jack’s farther Nicky had been less abrasive and confrontational than Jack had expected and even offered Dinosaurio a singles match on the card, and he managed to strongarm the offer into a tag team match against the GAW Tag Team Champions ‘Payback Inc’ for Bear-O-Dactyl. It was strange being back in the GAW Academy - especially after years of avoiding the place like the plague - and while Nicky had refused to make the match for the titles, it was amazing to share that ring with Pequeño Dinosaurio. --------Flashback to Global Association Of Wrestling--------
(This Match is remembered from the perspective of Union Jack, real events may vary!) Jack took a moment to stare up at the rafters. It had been years since he last stood here, his partner at that time had been his father and they were ‘New British Bears’. Back then Payback Inc had been a rookie team just cutting their teeth on the British Indy scene… Times had changed, and the then rookies had been the dominant Tag Team in England for almost three years. Dinosaurio was in the ring. His fast passed style had the champs on the back foot for most of the match, their quick temper made them easy to antagonize and Dinosaurio played them like a fiddle. Martin Davidson, the more technical of their opponents, slumped into their corner after a spinning back wheel kick caught him on the chin. Andrew Thompson, the powerhouse, reached over his partners shoulder and slapped him on the chest to become the legal man. Frustration was etched on his face as he stepped over the top rope. Martin was a skilled, well versed, technical wrestling purist. Andrew was a bare-knuckle boxer who had learned to string just enough holds and slams together to call himself a wrestler. Both enjoyed inflicting pain and had no issue making a fight dirty. Dinosaurio allowed Andrew to come fully into the ring. At 6’9 and 253lbs he both towered over Dinosaurio and outweighed him by nearly 100lbs. To Jack it looked like King Kong climbing through the ropes. Still, the Little Dinosaur didn’t blink. “Come on mate, tag me in.” Jack called and reached over the ropes. “It’s ok, ese.” Dinosaurio looked over his shoulder with a confident smirk. “I got this pendejo.” Andrew ran at Dinosaurio with shocking speed for a big man, his arms flailing for the smaller man. Jack looked at between his feet, amazed at the flex of the boards beneath the canvas. It was like the world shook where Thompson walked. He looked back just in time to see Dinosaurio avoid Andrew’s wild attempt to grab him by simply leaping up vertically into the air, kicking off of Thompson’s shoulders and landing in a Superhero landing behind the big man. “Go on, Lad! Get yours!” Jack whooped, yelled and clapped. Thompson gritted his teeth in annoyance at Jack and the Lucha Bear thumbed his nose mockingly. At that moment, Dinosaurio swept Thompson’s legs from under him. The resultant crash to the mat nearly knocked Jack over and he grabbed the top rope to remain vertical. Dinosaurio hit the ropes before Jack had registered his movements. Thompson, still down, had rolled onto his front and made it to his hands and knees. Dinosaurio hurtled back towards him, hopped onto his back and using him like a launch pad, leapt into the air like he really could fly! “Holy shit.” Jack mumbled in awe. The momentum must have seen Dinosaurio fly over 12 feet into the air! And that’s measuring from his feet! Incredible! Dinosaurio came down like a heat seeking missile, his target? Martin Davidson! The resultant dropkick folded his body in half… It resembled a child jamming their thumb into a pot of goo. So much so, Jack was convinced he heard the fart from here. Thompson was back up, but Dinosaurio came out of the dropkick with some super acrobatic, double back flip spinning twirl, landing in a crouching position, two legs and an arm on the mat, one gracefully raised. “Fuckin’ Spider-man!” Jack gasped. Dinosaurio broke into a sprint. He jumped at his opponent and performed what Jack assumed would be a tilt-a-whirl DDT, but instead of ending on his opponents back, he did another rotation, hooked an arm across Thompson’s face and whipped him back first into the mat with some tilt-a-whirl Sling blade combination. Jack’s jaw hung slack. Dinosaurio reached out his hand and Jack instinctively tagged himself in. “It’s your crowd ese.” The little dinosaur grinned. “Take it home!” “Go high!” Jack replied as he climbed through the ropes. Andrew was already pushing himself to his feet, but Jack managed to capitalize regardless. He planted Thompson’s head between his legs, hooked the arms and lifted his opponent vertical. He didn’t even need to check that Dinosaurio was in place. He spun, dropped and Dinosaurio was there, hitting a leaping crossbody to the back of Thompson’s legs. Jack split his legs and dropped to a seated position, and together they drove one half of the GAW Tag Champions face first into the mat. Dinosaurio rolled Thompson onto his back and hooked the leg for the one, two, three as Jack watched on. As he climbed to his feet, he turned to meet the gaze of his partner climbing through the ropes and leaping into his arms. “YOU DID IT ESE!” Dinosaurio yelled over the sound of the small British crowd as he hugged Jack and slapped him on the back. The two men walked to the back, both ecstatic at the victory, both laughing and joking. Nicky was waiting in the ‘Go Position’ he nodded. “Damn good match!” he clapped Jack on the shoulder. “I don’t even remember the last time anyone pinned Thompson clean.” “Here that buddy?!” Jack grinned and patted Dino on the shoulder. “You did the impossible!” “Yea… You both did good.” Nicky nodded his head. --------Back to Now-------- The victory had been amazing, followed closely by another on Combat and agreeing to wrestle there exclusively while in IIW, Jack felt like things were taking an upswing… Or at least, that’s how he wanted to feel. In truth, Jack was tired. He was tired of starting over. Tired of things going wrong wherever they went. First, there was that thing in Mexico with the donkey show and the orphanage. It wasn’t his fault; nobody had told him pinatas were so flammable, and who would have even suspected that Priest’s dixie cup was filled with Tequila anyway?! Then there was SWAT. Sure, they won the championships, got to the finals of the Tag Team Cup Tournament and were near undefeated for their entire run… But when the scandal landed and they realized the truth about the company’s bigoted owner, BOD had fled the promotion instead of working for him, and in doing so they abandoned the titles which they had worked so hard for. After that, IIW had seemed like a breath of fresh air and a real chance for change, for something better… That’s why they gritted their teeth and ignored the early warning signs when the Tag Championships had been dumped in the trash. Usually that would be a sign of a division being shelved, but IIW had insisted on persisting with it despite the cloud of shame brought on by such outrageous disrespect… Jack was ready to run again, but Dinosaurio, with his infectious positivity, had convinced him to stay and rebuild the division in their own image, help the others thrive and grow… Then, Jack saw him break. As ATG fell cleanly to a ‘mid’ competitor who unceremoniously laid them to waste after the match, the light went out in the little Dinosaurs eyes. Once again, they were homeless. Then the offer came from Combat. It would take some work, but the ‘competition’ didn’t know what Tag Wrestling was anyway… That was confirmed when it was revealed BOD would be booked as opponents at the up-coming PPV. Jack stared into the mirror and shook his head. “Key’s to my arse.” He muttered “As if I’d fight Dinosaurio.” Jack wasn’t particularly well known for his seriousness. Afterall, he dressed as a bright blue teddy bear, with his mask, ears and all, adorned with the red, white and blue of his homeland’s flag. But it looked like now might be time to change that. If the Tag Team division on Combat would ever mean anything, he had to get serious. “A trio’s match aint exactly my specialty… but it could be worse. I could be working somewhere that partners are booked against one another.” Jack pulled back the curtain and made his way toward the store exit. “It’s time to get serious Jack.” The tone of his voice suggested he meant what was being said, but the hint of nervous energy around the edge of the words were enough to leave the question hanging. “Get your game face on. Let’s go!” Looking out through the glass, there was Dinosaurio, wearing his monochrome ring gear in stark contrast to everything else. He opened the door and pulled on his white sequined cowboy hat. As Dinosaurio turns, Jack grins and waves happily thinking to himself… Let’s fuckin’ Go!
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Post by Sebastian Hamilton on Feb 8, 2023 23:45:08 GMT
As he shuts the door, with the car heading out of the driveway, Sebastian Hamilton shuts the huge door to his estate and turns around. Sebastian Jameson? The Hamilton’s longest serving house-help, friend really, Derek Jameson walks down the corridor towards Sebastian. Jameson Sir? Sebastian Can you prepare Azrael? I want to take a little ride… Azrael, is Sebastian’s finest thoroughbred. Black as night with piercing eyes that can see right through the soul… Jameson nods and begins to head towards the stables, Sebastian takes towards the kitchen and as he sits down, taking the coffee Jameson had just made him, with him, he sits and looks out of the window. Edward Who was that? Sounded like that Jack Tyde fella… Sebastian turns to see the eldest Hamilton brother walk into the room and sit opposite him. Sebastian That’s exactly who it was, dear brother. Edward What did he want? Sebastian We’re taking a trip to Nashville, for Combat… You and Benjy will be teaming with Jack against Tex Attwater and Bear-O-Dactyl… Suddenly Benjamin Hamilton’s voice can be heard somewhere in the distance. Benjamin Are you kidding me?? Sebastian Afraid not! Benjamin comes walking into the room, with a look of exasperation on his face. Benjamin So, a team of our pedigree walks into Combat and blesses that bloody Kalvin Dayspring with our presence and the best he can do for our debut, is chuck us in a six-man tag team match?? Sebastian It was my idea… Edward Yours? Why would you do that, Seb?? What justifiable reason is there for such a mockery of our talents? Sebastian Firstly, let’s not disrespect tbe Lucha, Teddy and bloody Pterodactyl… Edward Motherfucking Pterodactyl… Sebastian Motherfucking Pterodactyl… Alongside Tex, this trio has a hell of a lot of talent… But a point needs to be made and this is where it shall be done… Sebastian stands with his now empty cup of coffee and places the cup and saucer onto the draining board. He opens a drawer, pulls a pack of smokes and lighter from inside and opens the door leading to the many acres of land where he spots Jameson with Azrael and sticks his smoke between his teeth, lighting it up. He’s joined by his brothers as he inhales… Benjamin And that point, bruv? Sebastian That point, young Benjamin… Is that The Hamilton Establishment have come to Combat with a purpose and if that means having to team up with Tyde to do it, so be it… Edward I see where you’re going with this… It won’t be an issue, are the flights booked for Nashville? Sebastian Not yet, that’s next on the agenda once I’m done with my ride… Here, take this. Sebastian hands Edward his cigarette as he nods toward Jameson who’s waving him over. Edward takes a pull on the cig, watching on with Benjamin, as the scene begins to fizzle out.
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The scene reopens once again on the land owned by the Hamilton brothers. Benjamin and Edward are walking along both with hunting rifles down at their sides, as if they’re off on a hunting expedition… Edward You know we’ve been asked, why we decided to sign contracts over at IIW Combat and walk away from Mayhem, but the truth is we never really got going on Mayhem because they could never give us any opponents worth our weight… Benjamin I mean, of course we had matches against the likes of The BUM Squad… Edward Who? Benjamin And of course The Excellence… Edward Are those boys still around? Benjamin No, I don’t think so… Okay you’re right. We were absolutely disrespected by the higher ups on Mayhem, but not here on Combat. Edward Sure, Kal Dayspring may not like us much at all but he at least acknowledges our talent and he also knows who to call upon when there are pests. Edward stops and kneels, bringing the rifle up and clocking it as Benjamin holds his hand up to stop whoever else is with the lads. Edward clicks his teeth and shakes his head as he unclocks the rifle and carries on walking. Benjamin And when we say pests right now, we obviously mean Bear-O-Dactyl and Tex Attwater… I’m aware Sebastian asked for the match but something tells me that Dayspring was definitely okay with booking this one. Edward Maybe he realised he made a huge mistake taking on the contracts of a Lucha, Bear and Pterodactyl… Maybe he realises what sort of pressure it is, having a delusional cowboy on the roster. Benjamin And maybe… Just maybe, Kalvin Dayspring wants The Hamilton Establishment to take care of the situation?! And even if this wasn’t a plan in Kal's mind, it’ll still be the way things go. Edward You see, when we enter somewhere, when we present ourselves with something… We stick through it and see it until the end. As we said, Mayhem was doing nothing for us but Combat? Oh Combat has it all… Bear-O-Dactyl, Alpha Enterprises, The Syndicate… - Benjamin Uh, nah man… Alpha and Syndicate have cut loose since we arrived allegedly… Edward Really? Ok, so… We’re evidently making a name for ourselves already! So right now there is only Bear-O-Dactyl to take care of in the tag division at least, but of course we are two separate people and there are many critters that’ll be crawling around Combat that’ll just be prolonging the inevitable boot to stomp ‘em out! Edward suddenly stops, lifts the rifle and shoots up in the air. The sound of a bird squawking can be heard, as the two walk towards that direction. Edward But first we start with Bear-O-Dactyl and Tex Attwater. Three individuals who appear to add absolutely nothing to the roster or IIW as a whole… Benjamin You've got a couple of guys who rolled up into the promotion and tried to take the tag scene by storm and yes whilst they’ve not done too badly they’ve fallen short, when the big moment arose… They weren’t able to get the job done. Edward And then you’ve got Attwater who appears to have focus elsewhere, his bumbling mind and chronic delusions will most certainly keep him distracted from our match… And at some point it’ll keep him distracted from IIW as a whole, so it’s up to The Hamilton Establishment to keep him in check.. Benjamin And believe us when we say, they will be put in check… From London to Nashville and everywhere in between, The Hamilton Establishment control proceedings win or lose… And when The Establishment speaks. Edward You listen… The lads stop as Edward picks up a pheasant, obvuously what he’d shot. They laugh and walk off as the scene fades to black.
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Post by The Nautical Nightmare on Feb 8, 2023 23:48:44 GMT
"If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself."
–George Orwell, 1984 It was a cold, wet day in the rolling hills of northern Georgia just a few hours away from Nashville. A dark bargain was struck across on the other side of the Atlantic, its evil ripples now beginning to show as the two parties meet again. We see the large figure of Jack Tyde, Shante’ as always was beside him as they walked across the damp pavement of the parking lot, avoiding large puddles as they made there way to a breezeway. It was here they paused, waiting. “Do we trust him?,” Tyde asked Shante “The tarot says we can, the whispers of the darkness tell me our souls are kindred. His evil is different, well dressed and manicured but just as violent, just as blood thirsty. Pluto is finally out of retrograde, it is time to gain allies,” “Every pirate needs a crew, it is impossible to pillage and plunder alone. I do believe this Establishment shows promise, if they are able to embrace the darkness in their souls and embrace their own nightmare, there is Strength in our inner demons,” “The same can be said of Tex,” Shante says with a cackle “If he can survive them that is,” “Iron sharpens Iron,” “So why are we here? What purpose could this side trip have?,” “Hamilton wasn’t clear,” Tyde’s voice rumbles almost like thunder as he looks across the parking lot and waits “I did not ask, it was a sign of trust. I trust if this is important enough to waste his time then it is important enough for mine. He did say that Tex darkest secrets lay within these walls,” No sooner have the words been spoken, than a rental pulls up slowly in the parking lot, in a spot right next to Jack and Shante. The engine cuts off and three of the doors open, revealing Sebastian, Edward and Benjamin Hamilton. Benjamin and Edward out of respect stay by the car, with Sebastian approaching Tyde. “Apologies for keeping you waiting, we had some issues upon landing.” Tyde gives a good look at each of the men as they exit the vehicle. Assessing them and attempting to get a good feel for the trio of brothers. It had been a while since he had trusted anyone other than Shante. He nodded before speaking. “It’s fine we were just enjoying the weather, it's a rather perfect day for the devil’s work. We have a match coming up on Combat, one that allows me a chance to inflict more torture upon Tex this week, his little friends will be there too of course,” He paused and glanced back at the brothers standing a bit away. “You mention you had discovered important information about Tex, I am assuming this location you wanted us to meet has something to do with it?,” “The Devil makes work for idle hands and ours are constantly itching for more work…” Sebastian says as he looks around at the sky and their surroundings. “Your penchant for torturing Texaco Attwater while commendable is falling into different territory now and yes, this very location has everything to do with it…” Tyde turns and looks up at the larger building the group is standing in front of, Right above the breezeway is a large sign that reads ‘Peachford Mental Asylum’ You can see a wicked smile come across the face of Tyde as he speaks once again “Well it would seem that Tex’s little secret may be more interesting than we had first anticipated. This looks like it might be a lovely place for a stroll, sit back and enjoy the suffering and crazed rambling of the broken minds that lurk inside. Too bad we have work to do, are they expecting you?,” The smirk is now on Edward Hamilton’s face, as he steps beside his brother and we see he’s wearing an orderly outfit… “No, but they are expecting me. We’re working in room 205 this evening.” During Tyde’s lifetime he had done some despicable things, twisted the darkness and tortured the innocent but the way the Hamiltons worked was different, unique but just as evil. As the ground followed behind Edward heading deeper into the building no one even gave them a second glance. They passed by a few common rooms with men and women sitting. Most seemed to be drugged out of their mind and oblivious to what was happening around them. Eventually they hit a large corridor that requires a special keycard to access. Edward smiles as he pulls one out of his pocket, flashes it across the pad and opens the door. He nods at the group as he speaks “Only one in at a time,” Sebastian smiles and replies “That would be you Jack, this is your crusade after all,” Edward hands Jack the keycard. Tyde nods and steps in the small door leaving the rest of the group outside waiting. As he walks in he can see on either side of the hall doors that have small windows with bars across them. He can hear banging, grunting and screaming coming from behind the doors as he slowly makes his way deeper in. Once at the end he sees room 205 and smiles. Pulling out the card key he opens the door and steps inside. “Well..,” He mutters to himself as he notices the small frame of a woman sitting in the corner of the room. She is in a rocking chair slowly rocking back and forth not even glancing his direction when he enters, it is obvious she is in a world all her own. He doesn’t speak, instead he picks up a clipboard near her bed and begins to read the chart. As he reads a large smile comes across his face as he mutters mostly to himself “Every being has a weakness, with the help of my new friends I have found Tex Attwaters and it has a name.” Fiona Mercer.
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