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Post by Kalvin "Kal" Dayspring on Feb 10, 2023 0:23:50 GMT
Raines has sent everyone he encountered to the hospital EXCEPT Andre Cash. That has to bother Raines, but Cash is the Alpha and has every intention on being the one to send Sean to the ER this time. Andre Cash Sean Raines
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Post by Sean Raines on Feb 22, 2023 5:29:03 GMT
A light rain falls down over a dark Chicago street, only lit by the dim street lights and the evening sky of stars. There doesn’t seem to be a lot of traffic on the street, only a car or two making their way through and passing the small neighbourhood pub on the way. A couple of locals make their way down the street, another leans against the outside of the old brick building to have a cigarette.
As the rain continues to fall we see the front door of the pub starting to open. Stepping out, but not before stopping to pull up the hood on his grey jacket. Raines stops for a moment to pull a cigarette of his own from a small box in his pocket, producing a lighter he quickly lights it and turns to start making his way east on the sidewalk.
Raines: “Fitting that it is raining on the day a statement is being made on my return to IIW. The return to the spotlight. Everyone asking, everyone wanting to know what they already have assumed. Why is Sean Raines doing all of this? Why is Sean Raines not officially signing a Combat contract? But I have my own questions. Questions like, why does everyone give a fuck? Why does anyone care that I have taken out a few members of the roster that I don’t believe have a place.”
Raines takes a drag of his cigarette
Raines: “We have been through all of this. Why I’ve done the things I’ve done. Why I took down the parts of the roster that I did. And now I am tired of talking about it. I’m done. How about we move on, like what are the future plans. What comes next for Sean Raines in the IIW? Well, I was thinking about checking out Combat again this week. But, that was made aware to me that it may not be a great idea. No. No, the suits have decided that I am no longer welcome within the arena. As a matter of fact, they have made it known under no discrete terms that is show up again without a signed contract…..criminal charges will be laid. Charges… what a joke. For all I have done to help this business. Removing the issues that I see, and they threaten legal action? But…. not a big deal. If being arrested for my actions has ever deterred me from doing what I want to do….then I never would have had the career I have.”
Raines: “But I venture from the point. Those that have fallen, have fallen. All but one fell to the destiny that was before them. All but Andre Cash. I have to give it to you Andre, you survived. Hell you even got the jump on me. But I can promise you this, it will not happen again. Dayspring has his security thugs on standby, they will try to keep me from getting my hands on you. Dayspring tells me I can’t step forth in that ring until I sign a contract, but Dayspring can not stop destiny. Andre you will fall at the hands of Sean Raines! Fall like all of the others, your blood will spill, your body will break.”
Raines stops at a hip height brick wall. Turning towards an old iron gate, Raines turns back once again.
Raines: “What the rest of you are wondering is, what my game plan is for Andre Cash? Well to tell you the truth, I don’t know a lot about Andre Cash. I don’t really need to do I? This worthless pile of shit refers to himself as “The Alpha”, but once I can get you face to face, I can prove you as simply a broken street mutt rather than the big dog you pretend to be. The chump change, the illusion of something that isn’t there. The mirage of a star, will dispense as the piece of trash you actually are. You see Andre, this was simply me trying to control unjustified egos. Trying to clean the roster of ego inflated ass hats like yourself. I was simply trying to better this company, trying to make it worth the price of admission. But you…..you attacked out of anger. You made it personal. And unfortunately for you Andre, the day of reckoning is upon us. The judgement day is coming. The last rite has been written and your name is on it. My entire presence, my return was all about the mission. But now the mission is to take you down a few pegs. Knock you off your high horse, and not knock your head off of your fucking shoulders! So far I was still playing nice Andre, but those days are now gone. With or without Dayspring’s blessing, I will reach you. I will meet you face to face. And I will tear you limb from fucking limb. The Alpha will soon become my bitch….”
Raines: “Consider yourself warned!”
Raines opens the iron gate and starts making his way up a long dirt path, onto a small hill and out of sight
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Post by Andre Cash on Feb 23, 2023 2:12:48 GMT
*The scene opens up with Andre walking into frame, he’s far more animated, moving around, almost incensed. He has a gray suit on with a blue tie, he walked in and out of frame as we can only hear the word “nah” coming out of his mouth. He finally stops and looks at the camera*
Nah, nah, nah, II-Dub, let me talk to ya because it seems like some big “ooga booga lookin ass” dude wanting to talk shit. This man out here talking about “judgment day” and all that spooky shit, Raines, let me explain something to ya big dumb ass. I ain’t scared of you or anybody like you because your big ass is nothing more than a facade that means nothing in this business. “This worthless pile of shit refers to himself as “The Alpha”, but once I can get you face to face, I can prove you as simply a broken street mutt…” boooooooooooyy, you out here spewing 2003 insults like they matter to me. I don’t consider myself “The Alpha”...I am the motherfucking Alpha. “Oooo, I know, I’ll look edgy puffing a cigarette while walking in the rain,” out here looking like the sad scene of a fucking rom-com, get your stupid ass outta here! Edgy doesn’t win championships…at least they shouldn’t…*he turns his voice into a Steve Urkel impression* “But, Andre, you know he’s a former United Kingdom Champion, which means he has one up on you since you’ve already lost to Ca-” *he quickly switches back to his original voice*…listen here you half-baked bitchcake…I don’t give a fiddly FUCK what you’ve done to people in the past, or what kind of “ungodly” things you THINK you can do to me, because, I have a newsflash for you, I’m not like most men! I’m a mothafuckin beast but you don’t want to hear that…you want the meek little bitch boy looking up to you like *he puts on a meek shrill voice* “oH nO, RaInEs, DoN’t HuRt Me! I pRoMiSe, I wOn’T eVeR fAcE yOu AgAiN…” *he snaps back into his own voice once again* boy, you out here stroking your ego more than that fine chick at the bar be stroking my cock. I fear nothing about you or your “presence” because that ring means I’m getting paid, and it means your whole ass about to get a whooping that’ll bring you back to that “rough” childhood you probably had.
*He looks at the trophy case behind him and then turns back to the camera*
I’m coming for every ounce of gold I can muster and I ain’t about to let some overly confident, undereducated, “monster” step into my ring like there’s some kind of battle to be had. You wanna know what your fucking game plan should be, you should stay home…the mirage of a star, that’s what you called me when in reality, the only mirage in this bitch is your attempt at being intimidating. I’ve taken shits that have more star potential than you’ll ever have and that pisses you off…so you had to go out of your way to attempt and make yourself look tough…opening a creaky gate, puffing on a Virginia Slim, and walking into the distance…are you a monster or an 80-year-old dementia patient named Clarice? My bets on the later because I know for a fact any monster that worth a fuck wouldn’t have had the NEED to do half the shit you attempted when you decided to utter my name. Let me tell ya something, bitch, you want to sound all tough…*he puts on a mocking voice, remaining animated* “I will tear you limb from fucking limb…” *he returns to his regular voice* I’d love to see you try…in fact, on Friday, I beg you to bring me a fight because I have seen a million bitches just like you, and I’ve watched every single one of them fade away because they realized that being a “monster” is only fun when people believe in you…I don’t believe in anything you had to fucking say because it’s all the same generic “rawr, I’m intimidating” bullshit I’ve heard from men twice your fucking size! You’re a pussy with a mean streak, congratulations, let me tell you exactly how this match is going to go down because it’s important for you to understand what’s about to begin…
You’re going to step into my ring, attempting to look all mean and menacing, you’re going to hear that bell ring…then the shit is going to ring again after you wake up because I broke your glass jaw! You’re stepping into my ring, you overblown My Chemical Romance fanfic writer…you’re stepping into MY fucking house and you ain’t even invited. You out here thinking this is going to be you setting you place at the dinner table of greatness…but let me personally send you to the fucking kids table so yo bitch ass might actually learn how to look like a beast! My cousin Trey can teach you a thing or tow, that 9-year-old got a mouth that would put you to shame…but that doesn’t matter to overhyped dipshits like you. You want to talk about how you’re cleaning the roster form “ego inflated ass hats” when in reality, you’re just mad that there’s someone on this roster willing and able to call you out on your “big man go rawr” bullshit! You want the world to treat you like a monster, quit being an edgy piece of shit and…oh I don’t know…BE A FUCKING MONSTER! You’re a fucking cartoon that should have been cancelled a long ass time ago because it’s just the same shit over and over and over…your schtick can be boiled down to “Me big mean, me can go rawr, me hurt you bad…” dumb ass bitch…You wanna try to make me your bitch and “warn” me…let me warn you about what’s about to happen…that facade you carry with you…it’s coming off. In fact, I might even send you home crying like that kid who stole your lunch money because that’s all you remind me off…you’re just some kid who never grew out of his emo phase…So, come Friday, it’ll be judgment day…
But you’re going before God…welcome to MY Combat…consider yourself warned…
*Andre walks off screen shouting something about “a “bitch ass mofo” trying to get this bread but only about to get these hands.” After the camera fades to black a voiceover can be heard*
The preceding message has been brought to you by Alpha Enterprises….You’re welcome!
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Post by Sean Raines on Feb 23, 2023 3:45:33 GMT
As the shot breaks in, we enter a small neighborhood gym. The gym isn’t busy, just a few of the neighborhood locals getting a workout in before Chicago turns its lights off for the night. Sean can be seen standing in the corner. He stands facing a weathered heavy bag, that hangs off the ceiling with a bulky chain. The chain had never been cut, so the extra links hang down over the side of the bag, rattling and clanging with each pounding punch thrown by Raines.
Raines: “The time is almost here. Another Friday Night Combat, another fight. Only this time Dayspring and his weird little minions are trying to prevent the inevitable."
Raines turns away from the bag and picks up a bottle of water, taking a drink before continuing.
Raines: “At first I thought you were just a worthless sack of dog shit. A big dumb fuck with a head full of rocks. You have come a long way since then Andre, over the last few weeks I have been made aware of the fact that you are also a confused little pussy with an ego problem.”
Raines: “But let’s start from the beginning, given that you seem to a little confused. First off, don’t start running your weird little gimmick trying to convince someone you are some kind of monster. You decided to stop at ringside and run your dumb ass mouth , I just shut it for you. Ain’t no one around here that wants to listen to you ramble on. But I do make one simple request. A favour. For the sake of sanity, please don’t ever reference me in the same sentence as anyone stroking your cock. That may be a mental image you are into but not my type of thing there big fella. And let’s get something else sorted out, you have some strange fascination that I am trying to intimidate. Not the case. Sean Raines does not try to intimidate. I live for the fight.”
Raines: “I will not resort to scare tactics. Unlike yourself, I do not resort to childish impressions or name calling. This isn’t the third grade, we don’t need to do that. But as for old Dementia ridden Clarice… I’m sure even you would have a shot, but given your focus on me she may not be your type. But how about we get back to the actual match. You made a massive mistake by getting in my face. You keep running on and on about me being a monster, and to some I may be. The blood shed across IIW for the last couple of decades stands as a statement itself. Now, I know your obviously just a big dumb jock and reading may not be your strong point. But….you should probably do a little research before running your lips about someone. With your ….rock solid Urkel impression...
(Raines just shakes his head and sighs)
….you very sarcastically refer to my time as former United Kingdom Champion as putting you one up. But I lost to who? Once again you big dumb fuck you are wildly confused and misinformed. Oh…my bad. Misinformed means wrongly or badly informed: such as; having wrong or inaccurate information about a topic. And just so we can make sure that your big dumb ass keeps up, that means someone told you the wrong shit. I was never the United Kingdom Champion. So whatever the fuck you are rambling on and on about is just a fucked up thought in your pine cone brain. Whoever you were referencing the loss to…yeah didn’t happen. An long running IIW roster member, one time Intercontinental Champion, former Television Champion, Tag Team Champion and multi time Hardcore Champion. That is who I am. I’ve watched big dumb fucks like you come and go. I’ve broken them, I’ve left them bleeding. But never have I ever attempted to intimidate with a….as you call it rawr? Back to the strange obsessive fantasies….you are a very strange guy Andre. You fucking crazy bitch ass mofo! You aren’t in the right category to go toe to toe with me, not that you don’t have the power. You obviously have the power, more muscle than brainpower though. You need to stick to fighting opponents that are within your spectrum. After Friday night when I kick your ass all over that ring, and leave you laying in “your ring” busted up and pondering your life decision, maybe change your game plan. Keep to those that are in your own skill level. Try Alex Kincaid, Anthony Tudor…that jackass tried his luck twice and failed, or maybe wait it out and take on Anthony Phoenix when his bitch ass returns. Oh…or call that mouthy and cocky little jack ass that called himself The Specialist, you two have something in common. He showed up talked a lot of shit then fucked off with his tail between his legs, and his name was forgotten. But that is all something to think about in the future. For right now you just need to focus on Friday night. Given that you have been having a little trouble knowing what is happening, let me help you out. I have already made you aware of IIW gold, and I will save you from too much information so let’s focus on everything after my 2022 return. Championship gold on my second match after my return. Triple threat title defense on my third. Hand selected by Osh to join his team for last year’s War Games, winning and bringing control of the company back to the man who started it. A huge win over three of the top IIW stars to get a spot in the Elimination Chamber match for a chance at a title shot against the top stars in the World Title race. In that match I took out TJ Alexander, took down the vicious and cunning Justin York. I beat his brains in with a chain, only to get fucked over by the special referee Shaun trying to protect his stakes in CCCP. And finally my win at Red Alert which guarantees me a shot at the Intercontinental Title, an opportunity I have never taken due to my time away fighting in other companies. And opportunity I will take full advantage of at some point in the future. But until that day, my focus is this Friday night. Friday Night Combat and kicking your ass. I am not one to back down from a good fight Andre. I do this for the fight, you do this for the money, but on Friday night you will be reduced to nothing but Chump Change.”
Raines starts to turn away, as a font comes across the screen.
This message brought to you in memoriam of Alpha Enterprises……
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