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Post by Shaun Hart on May 9, 2023 11:50:06 GMT
( A match that has been a year in the making finally comes to reality as Osh has assembled a group bounded by one goal in mind and that is to wipe Shaun Hart and Team Mecca out of the existence of IIW but that task won't be easy as Shaun Hart has grown The Mecca full of exceptional talent from around the wrestling world and they are looking to snatch total control of IIW by beating Team Osh and sending Osh into early retirement. With so much on the line for IIW, which unit will rise to the occasion?)
Main Event 5 on 5 War Games Match Team Osh ( Scotty Adams, Tyler Debonair, Max Stone, John Cavanagh and Aiden Cain) vs Team Mecca ( Jmont, Kim Pain, Fred Debonair, Bam Miller, Xavier Lux).
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Post by Bam Miller on May 15, 2023 18:45:49 GMT
It’s been a month since I stepped foot inside a cage, that Prison Parking Lot Match in the WGWF had taken a toll on my body and even more so on my mind but despite the side effects these matches have seemed to give me I found myself willing stepping right back into another cage a WAR GAMES CAGE! This would be my third match inside a steel structure this year. I had a Hell In A Cell Match with Jason Cashe at CCPE vs The World and I already told you the second one was in the WGWF against Mac Bane.
The only thing these matches had in common is that despite my best efforts of unholy violence I found myself on the losing end but I also took some years off my career by putting my body through it. It also has cost me years of good quality of life after my ring days are over, my mental health hasn’t been the best since the last couple of head injuries but that’s ok I’ve always said I’m here for a good time and not a long time. So if being dedicated to pro wrestling will make me damage goods then so be it because on May 21st I’m sterling back into the fire and I won’t be alone this time.
The Mecca will be at my side and to be more specific I’ll have Kim Pain, Xavier Lux, Fred Debonair, and of course the IIW World Heavyweight Champion Joe Montuori. These four I named are among the best worldwide, Hall of Famers in other promotions and legends in the business. So the pressure was at an all-time high for me to deliver and not be the reason my team takes the loss so with that said I got my ass to work.
A few days after Mayhem I found myself back in my Hard Knocks Gym in Detroit Michigan, I knew I needed to be in the best shape of my life for this war and I needed to prepare my body for the brutality that awaits me on May 21st so I had the IIW ring crew deliver a cage that could fit inside my gym. Even though I had been in plenty of steel cage matches recently I still needed to feel the cold hard steel that would be used as a weapon to break my body, I needed to feel it and embrace the pain. So I stepped inside the cage and deliberately tossed myself against its unforgiven walls but not once or twice but multiple times until my body felt numb but my stubbornness wouldn’t let that be all I did to myself.
I gripped the cage with my hand and pulled myself towards it so I could bash my head into the steel repeatedly until I saw my own blood flow down in view of my eyes. I laugh as I touch the blood with my hand and look at it pleasingly but it would be short-lived as I turn around to a highly upset Charles Beckett, my trainer and close friend. He looked at me with disappointment in his eyes as he opened the cage door to step in and then looked me into my eyes as he stood inches away from me.
Charles Beckett: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!? You know what don’t even answer that because we both know something has been wrong with you mentally for some time now, you just refuse to get the mental help you desperately need.
I laugh as I shake my head at Charles.
Bam Miller: I know everything upstairs isn't in order but the methods to my madness are necessary. Mecca needs me to be this version of myself! I need to be the unhinged maniac that is willing to destroy his own body to punish those that oppose us. A lot is riding on this War Games match Beckett, I can’t go in there thinking about what-ifs, a clouded mind in a match like this would be no good for me or my teammates. I hope you understand why I have to do this.
Charles shakes his head in a frustrated manner and paces for a moment until he returns his attention to me.
Charles Beckett: I understand that doing barbaric training like this would end your career faster than any match ever could. You're pushing your body limits and very soon it’s going to cost you Bam and I don’t know if I can be around to see that happen.
Charles turns his back on me and proceeds to head for the exit as if he’s done with me but then all of sudden I feel light headed and the room begins to spin I try to reach for the ring ropes for balance but then my legs give away and I crash to the floor head first and then darkness starts to set in as I hear Charles's voice cry out for help as he checks on me.
Charles Beckett: Someone calls an ambulance immediately!!! BAM DO YOU HEAR ME!? Don’t worry dear boy, help is on the way.
As the darkness starts to sit the lasting image I see is Charles looking more cornered than ever before as if I was knocking on death's door. I try to speak but there was no energy for that as the darkness swooped in and took me away.
While unable to be conscious in the real world due to another head injury inflicted by myself I found myself more cornered about the War Games match than my own health, I thought about how much I needed to prove in this match not only to my brothers in Mecca and CCPE but to the IIW and the Wrestling world that Bam Miller is still someone to be feared and respected in a wrestling ring band still has a high ceiling of being a World Champion! I know that’s everyone's goal in this business and if it ain’t then you shouldn’t be in a wrestling ring but to me being World Champion would prove the doubters not only wrong about who I am as a wrestler but also silence the doubters that have been against me in life in general.
Most people know about the hand I’ve been dealt since birth but since there are new faces around in the IIW let me let you in on the madman you'll see inside WAR GAMES!!!
You see from the moment I opened my eyes and took my first breath I knew nothing but pain and no I'm not talking about the drop I took when my mother and father dropped me off in a dumpster behind an old local restaurant in Detroit, I'm talking about that soul-crushing pain when you're old enough to know what that day truly meant. As soon as I was old enough to understand what happened to me, my body went numb to the fact that my mother and father who were supposed to love me and breathe life into me only saw me as a worthless burden that would ruin their lives. Never the bundle of joy that many think of when bringing a child into this world, No! Just a mistake they wish they could take back. I sat inside my mother's womb for eight months thinking I was going to enter a world full of love but no, I was shown just how cruel the world could be and how much cruel it could be on your own.
Soon after being left for dead in a dumpster the city of Detroit trusted me into the care of the Catholic orphanage that was supposed to give me what my parents denied me but all that place did was take a damaged child and smash him up some more. A little dent here and there until they had successfully taken a damaged child and turned him into a broken one. After years of spending time in a place that kept locks on the cabinets and refrigerator and punished us for seeking an escape from reality that wasn't the good book, we were punished severely with a whip! Beatings were the norm around there! The beatings I take on the ring or will take in the future will never amount to the same pin I felt as a child. Nobody has any idea how brutal and unforgiving Mother Karen could be back then.
You all know nothing of the suffering I've been through. You have no idea what it's like to be strapped to a chair in a dark closet for hours just because you tried to watch wrestling, which Mother Karen considered the devil's work. The only escape I had in this cruel world at a young age and she punished me for it. She tried her damndest to beat the love of pro wrestling out of me but I refused to give in. I refused to let her take away the only peace I ever had in this God-forsaken world!!!
Pro wrestling was the escape I needed from the hell I grew up in, there was never a doubt in my mind that all the late nights sneaking to watch wrestling was worth it. No matter what punishment she has for me I was prepared to take but one night at the age of sixteen I snuck out to go to a local wrestling indy show, that night I knew I wanted to be a professional wrestler. Seeing people being paid to inflict pain and punishment on each other intrigued me so much that night set the course for me to become who I am today and who I am today is every pro wrestler's worst nightmare once the bell rings!
I am a weapon made out of hate and suffering for the sole purpose of inflicting Pain and at War Games I’m going to be the ultimate weapon that will unleash all that pain and suffering at Worlds Collide against Team Osh where I and the rest of The Mecca are going to bring teams of GOD down on them to make sure we take Osh out of this company once and for all and replace it with us at the top and if you haven’t been paying attention then you better look around because we are already sitting at the top we just haven’t been able to do it comfortably with this renegade team that Osh has assembled.
Let’s start with the IIW Hall of Famer Scotty Adams someone who has recently been enshrined in IIW immortality but comes worlds Collide I’m going to make him mortal, I’m going to make the former TV Champion like a human inside that cage with me and I know him and Stone got a victory over me and Goliath recently but that’s in the past! He can lead heavy on that if he wants but come May 21st he will see that version of myself is nothing compared to the Maniac of the Mecca that will be standing across from him. Scotty is going to realize he would’ve been better off staying retired at home with his lady with his body still in good health instead of ever accepting Osh's offer. But unfortunately for him, he did, and now come Worlds Collide Scotty will have to answer for his crimes against Mecca and he will pay in pain and suffering but he isn’t alone though in these crimes there are four more that have to pay the toll!
John Cavanagh and Tyler Debonair, two men that have been enemies before but now are bound together to help Osh do what neither of them was able to do on their own and that’s put a stop to Mecca!
Tyler was the first victim who saw how powerful The Mecca could be and of course, we were just CCPE back then but facts remain Tyler tried to step to us but all that got him was a broken body to go along with his already broken mind. He didn’t want to accept that his father had cast him away like my father did. Tyler’s inability to accept his reality lead to his obsession with trying to bring us down and I’ll give him credit he tried his best but he soon found out his best wasn’t good enough and that didn’t sit well with Tyler, his inability to bring us down broke his weak mind even more and was thus set off to the looney bin. We broke him once before and come Worlds Collide we are going to break him again!
Now as for the former World Champion John Cavanagh.. we’ll we are just going to leave him as Joe did at Keys 2 Success, Bloodied, broken, and beaten! But this time there won't be a Championship to take from him because he's been hiding ever since Joe humbled him and his reign. He didn’t face the grind head-on, instead, he walked away with his tail between his legs and took his two lackeys with him. He wasn’t looking to do all the heavy lifting like Max Stone or Scotty. John decided to let others forge themselves in the fire while he just sat at home plotting his little sneak attacks on us.
I guess it helped his bruised ego each time he got a sneak shot in on us. Guess it made him feel better about his situation and gave him a sense of pride thinking he won some moral victory but Cav knows deep down inside he’s never won against us and come Worlds Collide we are going to prove that narrative to be true again and this time we will take what little pride has left.
Aiden Cain is someone I don’t really give a damn about but sure let’s speak on him for a moment because I’m not even sure why he is in this match. It’s almost as if Osh had nobody else to turn to once Jonny, Russell, and Jake abandoned him in his time of need, and let’s face it all the other top competitors in this company are booked up, all that was left was the second key holder who hasn’t done much since then so I’m guessing Osh threw you a bone just so he could fill out his team but it’s no surprise he couldn’t find anyone else to back him in his war against us because everyone knows that it’s not a war he can win and you’re going to find that out first hand Aiden at Worlds Collide.
Now the best for last as they say and that’s not Ben me being condescending. The U.K. Champion Max Stone has been a thrown-in outside as long as so can remember, ever since he failed to capture the IIW International Championship against Joe he’s had it out for us and his determination to dethrone us has grown over every obstacle he’s come across. He was one thrown away from winning The Ice Crown Rumble and punching his ticket to a World Championship match but yet again Mecca got the better of him and Joe walked away with that opportunity and made good on it by becoming IIW World Champion!
I know that moment didn’t sit well, even after winning the U.K. Championship from Fred that chip on his shoulder still sits there. He still wasn’t satisfied with getting wins over me and Goliath, oh no his hatred still ran deep for us and his bloodlust only grew more by each day, so I wasn’t shocked to see him back Osh but come Worlda Collide our U.K. Champion is going to find out what he already knows. It is impossible to defeat The Mecca, we have dominated IIW for months now and that will not change in one single match. We are so much greater than that and the empire we’ve built here will not fall but who will fall is those that have opposed us and decided to stand on the wrong side of history.
History will remember The Mecca as one of the most dominating factions in not only IIW history but Wrestling history as a hold. The only reason Max Stone and his gang of misfits will be remembered in the history books is for being fallen victims of The Mecca. The only reason people will care to know them is because of us, we are going to make you immortal throughout the Wrestling history books where your names will last forever as The Mecca's bitch! Worlds Collide is just going to be another big-time moment where Max Stone and the rest of Team Osh came up short when it matters most, Worlds Collide is just going to be another wet-in-the-bed performance for the group that can just never get the job done. You all lack killer instinct and that's what separates us from you all, that one missing trait is what makes you weak and inferior to us despite your great accomplishments, You are all world beaters to everyone but us, and at Worlds Collide we are going to expose that truth for the whole world to see., you guys time in the spotlight with us is almost up so Max Stone start the clock because Tick… Tock, your time is up!!!!
Before I could continue with my thought a bright light starts to appear in the darkness and gets brighter and brighter with each passing second. Soon I can hear the voice of Charles echoing throughout my head until the darkness disappears and my eyes open.
I wake up laying in a hospital bed inside Detroit Medical with IVs and other medical equipment attached to me. I look around for Charles and see him talking to a nurse in the doorway, he's obviously very concerned about me and was looking for more answers. After a couple of minutes of talking the nurse walks off and Charles returns his attention to me and realizes I'm awake and lights up like a light bulb as he hurries to my side and to my surprise he hugs me and for a moment I don't know how to accept this gesture of love, so I give him a moment before I pull away.
Bam Miller: Nice to see you too Charles.
Charles pulls his chair up close to me and then takes a seat.
Charles Beckett: Lad I'm so glad you're alright, you really pushed yourself too far this time and it's a good thing the medics got you here quickly so they can treat that head wound of yours.
I roll my eyes as I pick up a bottle of water off the food tray the hospital provided for me and take a couple of sips before speaking to Charles.
Bam Miller: Yeah I might have overdone it but I'll bounce back in a couple of days and be ready to go for Worlds Collide Don't worry about me.
Charles shakes his head in disagreement at me.
Charles Beckett: Im not sure that will be a wise move, sir, your doctor said you gave yourself a severe concussion, and with your medical history of head injuries in the last few months they think it might not be wise for you to put yourself in such a dangerous match so quickly after today.
It takes me a moment to digest all the information Charles just gave me but after a few minutes of thinking I decide to shake my head in disagreement this time.
Bam Miller: No, no, no, NO! That's my decision to make, nobody else's. If I feel like I'm good to go then that's the only opinion that matters.
Charles looks at me with disappointment.
Charles Beckett: let's see what the doctor thinks first ok.
I roll my eyes at Charles and get ready to fire back but before I can speak the most beautiful woman I've ever seen comes walking through my room door wearing a doctor's jacket with a chart in her hand. For a moment I had forgotten all about my condition and was more concerned about the woman I saw in front of me. She looked over my chart but for a moment she looks up and locks eyes with me and I swear she smiled at me but once she put the chart down my delightful gaze of her turn to a frown once she started talking.
DR.Becca Jordan: Good afternoon Mr. Miller, glad to see you are awake now. You gave my team and me a real scare with that concussion you gave yourself during your training. I understand you are a pro wrestler and I've dealt with a lot in the industry in the local area and I have to say Mr. Miller you might be the scariest case I have ever received.
I rolled my eyes and sigh as she speaks.
Bam Miller: Come on doc it was just a little head bump, nothing too serious.
She looks at me with a facial expression that says he can't be serious as she approaches me.
Dr. Becca Jordan: Mr. Miller you suffered a serious concussion and with your medical history I'm not sure if I even feel comfortable giving your employer the green light for you to wrestle in your next match. I personally think you might need to take a couple of matches off to give your body a chance to heal.
Charles looks over at me with a told you so face expression but I just look away with a disgusted look of my own and then proceed to start pulling my IVs out of me.
Bam Miller: Ok I've heard enough, like I told Beckett I don't need anybody dictating when I step inside a ring. I don't care what your test says on that chart, I'm healthy enough to compete at Worlds Collide and that's all there is to it.
Dr.Becca Jordan shakes her head at me and then calls for extra medical staff to hold me down and prevent me from taking out my ivs. She then grabs a syringe and fills it up with something that would knock me out.
Dr. Becca Jordan: Mr. Miller if you're going to act like a maniac I'm going to treat you like one.
I struggle against their hold as she approaches with the needle in hand but before she sticks me I make one last plea.
Bam Miller: Ok I’M SORRY!!! Dam it Doc you just don't understand, it is not only because I want to compete at Worlds Collide it's because I need to compete at Worlds Collide. I have a lot riding on this match and can't afford to be sidelined right now, I just can't!
She waves off the other medical staff to release me as I show her that I'm calm now and speaking in a calm manner.
Bam Miller: You see Doc big matches like this don't come around often for someone like me. I'm no bum don't get me wrong but I'm not considered a marquee name in this industry yet but I've been trying. Crawling and scratching my way to the top and I can't let this opportunity slip by me this is a chance for me to stand out among some of the elite in this business and if you decide to not clear me this could be another set back in my career I don't need, and it's not just me that will be affected.
My teammates are counting on me to come through for them, they need this manic in there to provide them the spark they need to keep momentum on our side. So I beg with you to not stop me from having that career-defining moment.
I look at her with no pleading eyes as she ponders in her hwa don what to do with me, she looks down at my chart and then back at me several times before walking up towards me and putting her hand on my shoulder in a gentle way.
Dr.Becca Jordan: Ok against my better judgment I'm going to allow you to compete at Worlds Collide because I see how badly you want it and how much it means to you. Even in my line of work, you don't see much passion from people like that but here are my conditions before I clear you. Once you're going to take these pills I'm going to prescribe you to help with your head injury and two you're going to follow up with me after your match so I check you out and make sure you're doing ok and no further damage has been done.
She writes down the prescription and hands it to Charles.
Charles Beckett: Don't worry Doctor I will make sure he takes these on the regular and get him back here for his appointment.
She nods her head in approval at Charles and then turns her attention back to me.
Dr.Becca Jordan: Now Mr. Miller take care of yourself and don't disappoint me, I'll be watching your match on PPV and you better be coming back to my office with a win.
She gives me a wink before walking off and I just smile as I watch her leave and then with a cheese smile on my face I turn to Beckett.
Bam Miller: Yeah Beckett it's going to be MILLER TIME AT WORLDS COLLIDE!!!.
I give a smirk to Beckett as the scene fades out.
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Xavier Lux
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Post by Xavier Lux on May 20, 2023 5:50:56 GMT
It’s daytime, the skies are clear, and the sun shines brightly as a drone flies over the beautiful and stunning Twickenham Stadium. The Gallagher Premiership Rugby Final is happening here in a couple of weeks, when Saracens take on the Sale Sharks in what promises to be a helluva clash. But this weekend, this is the site of the When World’s Collide pay-per-view, an IIW - Monday Night Mayhem event. While the stadium is currently empty in the stands, on the pitch, people who look the size of ants are busy working, putting the ring together, the stage, the seats, everything necessary for the big even that without a doubt, is about to rock London. The drone continues to fly over however, as this is not its destination… About 4 kilometers south of here, it begins to lower, giving a closer look of what appears to be one of the crappiest fields ever, belonging to a college that closed long ago. The scoreboard still seems to work, and the current score displayed is a one-sided contest, 16:45 in favor of who knows… A game of rugby is currently being played by what is quite painfully obvious: amateurs, a bunch of has-been’s or never-were’s or even worst, fans… All part of a recreational league… One of the players however, doesn’t fit any of the aforementioned adjectives, as that man is IIW’s own: “Venom” Xavier Lux. He is playing for the team in red, and as both teams are lined up to start, he is playing the Full-back position… Now if you don’t know much about rugby, we feel your pain as we don’t know much either which is why it is baffling to us that Xavier would be playing… But the opposing team has the ball, they are all bomrushing on the attack, passing one ball to another and confusing Xavier’s team who can’t tackle worth a damn and end up leaving him as the last line of defense… as any fullback would be… Xavier charges after the man as he is going for the score but as Xavier launches at him, he manages to punch the ball out right before he closes the line and then tackles him to the ground. The refs blow the whistle, the try apparently is no good and his team mates all pat Xavier in the back for the nice save. There is a small break in the action and Xavier comes to the sideline… After getting a quick drink he notices the drone, and very quickly he realizes it is there for him. He says something to a guy in an Adidas jogging suit and he nods and mumbles something Xavier can’t understand.
Xavier: Um, right, thanks coach.
Xavier laughs to himself and then winks at the drone as he approaches it.
Xavier: There is a lot about this sport I don’t understand, but at the core, I get the jest of it: beat the leaving shit out of your opponent, don’t let them score, beat the shit out of your opponent some more and score on them. If you are feeling frisky, throw a few kicks in there… Now before you start asking yourself when did I have time to join a rugby rec league when I’m busy wrestling in the states, you can relax. I was walking around the streets of London with my sister and my nephew over there….
He points and waves and the drone turns to show us the rusty bleachers where the family and friends are sitting and there we see Xavier’s sister Cassandra and his nephew, Braylon…
Xavier: ...a couple of days ago and saw these guys practicing… I approached them, got the talking to them and asked if I can joined them for a week… Of course they blew me off like they rightfully should blow off any stupid American, but when I offer to pay them… buy them new gear, fund their pub nights while I’m here, they had a change of heart… and so, after a few days of practicing rugby SAFELY, cuz you know, I don’t want to get any injuries before the War Games match, don’t want to leave my Mecca teammates hanging… Anyway, we practiced and today, here I am making my debut…I must admit, that was probably the only good play I’ve made all game… and as you can see from the scoreboard, we ain’t doing too hot… Yeah, I picked a bad team this time but hey, anything is worth trying once right? Regardless of result…
He makes his way over to the players’ bench and takes a seat before continuing.
Xavier: It is so very fitting that IIW chose to have their Worlds Collide Pay-per-view in a rugby arena because I very much see the similarities between that sport and War Games, steel cage notwithstanding. But unlike these guys who are wearing a little padding, yeah we know, you are real men unlike those pansies in the NFL or American Football as a whole… Well in my eyes, in a wrestler’s eyes…
He lowers his voice to mere whispers.
Xavier: You guys are pansies too…
He returns his voice to normal.
Xavier: We as professional wrestlers don’t wear any padding whatsoever… Well unless it’s the one between their legs Team Osh wears when is that time of the month, know what I mean? Disgusting I KNOW… Hopefully none of them are on the rag during the War Games match because that is one type of bleeding I am not looking forward to seeing… Busting them open with all kinds of weapons or the cage itself, sure… Stuff between their legs, NO THANK YOU.
Xavier’s coach mumbles something to him and Xavier nods and waves.
Xavier: Looks like I gotta go finish this game… Don’t they have mercy rule in rugby? No? They should… But before I go, let me say this… Yeah, this team I’m playing with now may not be the right fit… But the team I am playing with Sunday night, it’s definitely the best of the best… That’s why you are here ain’t it? To talk about War Games? Yeah I knew you were… Look at my team of all-stars: Joe Montouri, JMont for short, THE IIW World Champion… Fred Debonair, the man responsible for bring me here, one of the coolest cats I know, and the man who made the UK championship relevant again. Bam Miller, the loose cannon, the man you want by your side when the shit is going down and you need to throw down. The man is a prize fighter and there ain’t no bigger prize this weekend than winning War Games. Then you have Kim Pain, who kicked ass in the International tournament and is causing waves in IIW, showing her great potential… and last, but definitely not least… You got me… The undefeated, FOUR AND OH BABY, Xavier Lux… The man with venom in his veins… Yeah, this team right here is a winning team… This team right here is Mecca, and I am damn proud to be a part of it.
The coach yells at him this time and Xavier jumps up from the bench.
Xavier: ALRIGHT MAN DAMN! Anyway, glad you’re here, catch me after I get out of the showers… It’s on the other side of that building over there.
Xavier points to the building right behind the bleachers and then heads back inside the pitch with the rest of the team. His nephew claps and whistles for his uncle, but his sister is not paying attention at all, too busy texting on her phone and looking very anxious.
Some time later, Xavier is coming out of the building, changed into his usual street clothes. He says his goodbyes to some of his newly found teammates and then promises to join them tonight at some local pub they always go after games. His sister and nephew are nowhere in sight, likely having gone back to whatever hotel they are staying at. He takes a seat at the masonry steps of the building, and the drone gets closer to him, so the camera and his eyes are lined up. Xavier smirks that famous smirk of his before speaking.
Xavier: You know IIW world, this match might have been a year in the making but I didn’t join the party until this last final month… But if you are looking for a place where to put me in, feel free to put me wherever… When it comes to Xavier Lux then just picture me as the last nail that will be driven in the coffin of Team Oshkosh B'gosh! Gawd I hope you get that reference, it’s so childish, both literally and figuratively, but it tickles my fancy… it really does.... Back on topic: it’s better to be late to the party then never arriving at all and Team Osh, Xavier Lux has arrived… I know most of you don’t know me, care to know me or will ever know me… To you I am probably fresh meat, easy pickings, the one to go after in this match because he is the one that doesn’t belong… He has barely made a splash in IIW… Wait a minute, he is that XWF reject ain’t he? He is the one that is coming from that other IIW brand across the pond… You guys may not say it out loud, but you don’t have to, I can see it… I can feel it, you think Mayhem is the better brand… and that’s fine, Combat is still fairly new… and while most of the talent there is mid at best, with me in that brand, it automatically makes it the better brand… but yeah, go ahead and think “let’s focus on Venom and we will win War Games….” Right?
FUCKING WRONG.
Do you think that if I was just some mid-level talent from Combat I would be in this high caliber of a match? In the main event of this pay-per-view? Do you think our World Champion would have picked me to be in his team if he didn’t think I could play at his level? Do you think Fred Debonair would have invited me to come to IIW if he didn’t think I could not only compete here, but dominate? Do you think that I would be in CCPE with the talented Kim Pain and the vicious Bam Miller if I was Frankie First Year? Nah, you are all wrong if that’s how you are approaching this match… Because if you choose to come looking for me first, guess what Oshie ladies? You are going to find me.
The drone zooms upwards and then spins on its axis before flying away slowly, and then stopping about 25 feet away and turning back around to look at Lux.
Xavier: What? You want me to follow you?
The drone spins back around and begins to fly away from Lux.
Xavier: Alright fine, wait up…
Xavier jogs lightly, catching up to the drone.
It’s nighttime now, and Xavier finds himself alone in one of the dodgiest boroughs of London, Southwark… As Xavier walks this particular street, he can see the Shakespeare Globe Theater, the Tate Modern and what is considered London’s tallest skyscraper, The Shard. So we read the city brochure, sue us…. Er… Xavier, he’s the one with the money. The drone has led him this other modern looking building that is not so tall, 20 stories or so. Once they are at the double glass door, Xavier notices there are no guards, inside or out, just a badge scanner which Xavier runs his fingers through.
Xavier: Thanks for bringing me here, but um, I don’t have a card for this.
The drone’s belly slides open and out falls a card that Xavier catches. He looks at it, it is black, with no markings or texts on it. He shrugs and then puts it against the reader. It beeps twice, green lights flashing on it and then the door swings open. Xavier nods impressed and then heads in, the drone following closely behind. It leads him past the fancy mahogany security desk that matches beautifully to the marble floors. The desk again, is unmanned and all the monitors are off. Xavier then reaches another door with another scanner where he taps the card. The door opens once again and it leads to a large room with 55” plus TVs hanging from the wall and a bunch of desks with computers them, each with a 3 monitor set of their own. On the big 5 screens on the wall you see pictures of all of the members of Team Osh and on the smaller screens underneath those, all their information, both in-ring and personal. The drone lands near one of the desk where Xavier sees a folded paper on it. He makes his way over, unfolds it and reads it out-loud.
Xavier: Welcome to London you sunnabagun… Make yourself at home, in here you’ll find everything you need to know about our opponents at War Games. Have fun, don’t break anything or Shaun is going to be pissed. Actually, if you break a few things, it’s cool, it will make me laugh and I love it when he throws a tantrum. – Joe.
Xavier laughs as he puts the note down; he takes a seat in one of the desk and ‘gets to work.’
A few hours later, Xavier is standing in front of the big screens, studying the features of his opponents and then begins talking to the drone, who isn’t flying anywhere near him, so he is more just talking to himself.
Xavier: I was thinking about what I said earlier, and to be honest, because I know my opponents are foaming at the mouth for a chance to get at me, ‘the new guy’, I hope I get picked to start the match… We all know that in a War Games match two wrestlers from each team start the match and after so many minutes another enters the ring… Knowing this, I really hope I can be there from minute zero to get my hands on each and every one of you… I want you all to get more than a sample of the venom that flows in my veins… I want you feel my hate, my pain, my suffering but also my disdain for wrestlers like you…
He pauses as he looks at the image of the screen right in front of him.
Xavier: Wrestlers like you Scotty Adams… Yeah you are probably the biggest gun in this team… Already in the IIW Hall of Fame thanks to holding the TV championship twice and the World title at one point and probably other accolades I really didn’t feel like looking up… Fine, you’re great, you’re awesome… Congrats… You got your induction; you know what that means? You can fuck the fuck off now… BYE! IIW gave you your flowers so go away and let others shine in the spotlight you greedy son of a bitch. But nah, you want to stick around, knowing you are way past your prime and that you don’t belong in the main event of any pay per view, let alone Worlds Collide…. You have probably been in other War games before, probably a veteran of many wars… How have you done in the past? Won some, lost some? Yeah, I can buy that, you probably have won more than lost or again, you wouldn’t be in the Hall of Fame… But the battles have gotten too big for you now man, you are too old to be at war with the new talent of the IIW… You have never seen a team like Mecca in IIW before and after we are long gone, no one will ever see the like of us ever again. So do yourself a favor, look at your hall of fame ring, smile at it proudly… go home, look at your plaque, shine it up really nice… Find a nice recliner chair to sit back and reminisce and stay the fuck home!
He walks down the line and looks at the next wrestler.
Xavier: Wrestlers like you Tyler Debonair… Wait, Debonair, as an Fred Debonair? You guys aren’t related are you…? Oh wait a damn minute… You are his bastard son he was telling me about! No way, man, what the fuck are you doing in this match? Still mad your daddy turned his back on you and rolled with arguably one of the greatest men in our sport today in “Chronic” Chris F’n Page? Come on kid, you can’t be mad at your daddy for that… Hell I hate my fucking father and I’m so glad he is dead but even I would have understood if I found out that the reason he left me behind was because he joined up with the likes of Chris Page. I would have been like, oh well shit dad, no problem that you weren’t here for the first twenty years of my life… Never mind that you tried to kill me for the next seven years… You were rolling with The Chronic, NO PROBLEM! You see Tyler, unlike you, I would have been a grateful son who understood… but nah, you want to be mad at your dad for wanting to better himself. They became World Tag Team Champions didn’t they? You should feel happy! You should feel proud of your pops! But nah, you ungrateful snot-nosed punk want to sit there and throw a tantrum? Fuck that, I would have thrown your ass in a psychiatric ward too and told them to throw away the key. You, like the rest of your team simply fail to see the bigger picture and that is why you are a failure… and that is why your team will fail at War Games.
He moves down to the next screen.
Xavier: Wrestlers like you John Cavanagh who sure, is a former World Champion but you lost it to my man JMont… So who are you now really? Just a bitter has-been hoping to get the rub once again by getting in the ring with JMont? You’re old news bruh, JMont runs this show now and you can just go to the back of the line and wait your turn like everyone else. How are you in this match anyway? I was looking at the rankings for Mayhem and you’re not even top 10 any more… I mean talk about falling all the way down from grace. Yeah I know you’ll probably be telling me to do my homework so I know what I’m talking about and all of that shit, guess what John? I don’t have to… You are the former champ, so that makes you old news… irrelevant… and I’m sure Osh brought you to be in his team because you being in it would somehow make it better? Like seeing a FORMER champion has ever scared anyone. Doesn’t scare me and I’m sure it doesn’t scare any of my partners, specially JMont. I know you probably think that you deserve a lot more respect than what I am giving you and you’re probably right… but I’ve come to IIW with zero fucks to give and zero respect for anyone who is not fighting alongside with me… You are on the other side of this line, so you simply do not matter.
Xavier pauses as he gets a text from his nephew… He says they’re hungry and bored, and wondering when he is going to get back… Xavier laughs… It’s so interesting to see the man he is when dealing with his nephew then the man he becomes when dealing with his opponents. It is a true art to be that caring and not caring at the same time. He texts them to get ready and that he’ll be there in half an hour at most. He moves down to the fourth screen.
Xavier: Wrestlers like you Aiden Cain… Who is probably the one I can relate to the most in this match… Why? Because you, like me, is the one with the less accolades here in IIW… Some will probably go on as far as to say that you and I should just shut the fuck up and be happy that we’re here… Sit back and let the IIW veterans shine… Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m not about to take a backseat to anyone… I have mad respect for each and every one of my partners… I know they are great in their own right, but if I’m part of this team that means I am one fifth of this team… That means I am twenty percent of this team like everyone else… JMont and Shaun aren’t 50% and the rest of us get a smaller slice… Nah, regardless of our pedigree, in this team, in Team Mecca, we are the same.. Can that be said about you and your team… Wait a minute, why am I even comparing myself to you for? You’ve already lost two matches… and sure, you hold the second “key 2 success”, whatever the fuck that means… But I am undefeated… I am running wild in Combat and just took on the big bad stable of that brand and didn’t blink as I beat one of their top guys… So, what do you think I am going to do here, vs. your team of misfits? Never mind Cain, I can’t relate to you at all… You chose the losing side.
His nephew texts him back with like 10 celebrating emojis. Xavier chuckles and then he puts his phone away. He checks out the last screen, and here he seems to nod with approval.
Xavier: And last, but definitely not least… Wrestlers like you Max Stone… The United Kingdom Champion and a man I had my fare share of runnings with during the Ice Crown Rumble… I’m not going to lie, out of the five wrestlers in your team, you are the one I truly respect…. Yup even more than that Hall of Famer prick Scotty Adams… When Fred first told me about IIW, I checked out the roster, just to see what I was getting myself into… But before I made the decision to go to Combat, you were one of the very few reasons that had me contemplating going to Mayhem… You are my kind of opponent Stone… and you hold a title that very much interested me that moment I set my eyes on it… One of the reasons why I came to IIW was to get away from America and try my luck overseas… and while that sort of backfired with Combat being an American based brand of IIW, here we are… Facing each other in a rugby arena… There is something special about that United Kingdom championship you hold on so dearly to… One day, perhaps, if you still have it, I will challenge you for it… Until then, keep it warm for me. But that is in the future, the present is now and like I said earlier, I hope to start the match for my team and I would like very much for you to have those same honors as well… There is nothing I would love more than five good minutes inside a cage with Max Stone…. And that’s on the real.
Xavier grabs a remote and pushes a button, all the screens go dark but the lights get turned up. He finds the exit and with the drone behind him, he leaves The Mecca War Room.
The next morning, Xavier finds himself outside of The Royal Horseguards Hotel, the historic building he is staying at with his family for the duration of this loop. His nephew is with him, and like he has grown accustomed to doing now, he is using the little man as his personal camera man. Bray stands on a bench and holds up the phone, the camera facing Xavier. Bray counts him down from three and then gives him the thumbs up.
Xavier: This is probably not the best place to do this, but if I don’t stop talking about wrestling and spend time with my nephew, he has promised he will put me in a cobra clutch and take me out… So since I want no part of that… Here we go… Let me speak directly to Osh now… You might have assembled a group bounded by one goal in mind: destroying us… But Team Mecca is a team looking at a much better picture… You see Team Osh exists because of us, without us, none of you matter… But thanks to us, you have been breathed into existence… But us, we exist for a higher purpose… We are a group built on excellence… We are the best of the best, and when it’s all said and done, we will control IIW… Shaun and JMont will run Mayhem and soon I will be building our ranks in Combat…. Team Mecca is where is at right now, we are the future and a team that is glued by our beliefs that we are the best… You are a team that was just put together, being held by band aids that as soon as one of them rips, the lot of you will fall apart with ease and reveal the wounds being hidden by those same band aids. It’s laughable to see how one sided this match is… and after War Games, it won’t be just Osh that goes into early retirement, but Scotty, Tyler, Max, John and Aiden too… Listen to those names for crying out loud… They don’t sound like a team that should be in a match called War Games… They sound like they should be in a third-rate boy-band playing gigs at Chuck-E-Cheese hoping to get paid in tokens and a slice of pizza. Maybe a fountain drink… maybe….
Braylon snickers.
Xavier: You liked that one didn’t you?
Braylon: I like Chuck-E-Cheese.
Xavier: Of course you do… But to close, they want to talk about which team will rise to the occasion? Please! You want to know which team will rise to the occasion at War Games? The answer is simple… Neither… Why? Because WE are already risen! We already here, we already at the top of the game and at the pay-per-view Team Osh will fall, not from grace because they were never there… But they will fall into the depths of hell to suffer in purgatory with all the other talentless hacks that have dare step in Team Mecca’s way.
Xavier winks and Bray stops recording then uploads to who knows what platform these things get uploaded to. Xavier looks at his watch then at the door of the hotel behind him and then up, as if hoping to see his sister from down here.
Xavier: What is taking your mom so long?
Braylon: I don’t know, make up probably… She always takes forever in the bathroom.
Xavier shakes his head, not amused.
Xavier: alright well, let’s go to that park right there and chase some pigeons or something… I’m sure she’ll be right down.
As they head to the park, our view changes to the lobby of the hotel where we see Cassandra on the phone with someone… We can’t quite understand what the person on the other line is saying, but we understand exactly what she says…
Casandra: No, he doesn’t suspect a thing… Yeah, he has really bought being Bray’s uncle… Yeah… It’s all going well, but we shouldn’t rush it… While the relationship with Bray is good, we aren’t exactly brother and sister yet… I don’t want to say he suspects something, but he still has a wall up. Yes, patience is my advice… Once I got him wrapped around my finger, we will strike… Yeah, the venom will pay for the father’s sins, and then, for his own.
She hangs up the call and puts the phone away. She takes a deep breath, checks herself in nearby mirror and then exits the hotel, ready to continue the ruse.
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Post by Max Stone on May 20, 2023 6:01:16 GMT
YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY
“I’m not seeing anything special in Stone.”
We find ourselves in a busy office building in the year of our lord, 1986. The walls are covered in movie posters and every space that’s not occupied by some kind of furniture is filled with a liberal dose of artificial foliage. Ain’t no such thing as “less” in the 1980s. We move into a conference room where a group of important looking people sit around a table discussing a frozen frame on a big television set. The subject of the frame is one SYLVIA STONE, or as we know her… Mom.
Shoulder Padded Lady Executive: She didn’t do much to impress me. What did you say she’s been in again? I don’t recognize her at all.
Mustachioed Hollywood Power Broker: I didn’t. I’ve never seen her before in my life.
Just then, Sylvia walks into the room much to the surprise of these entertainment type folks. Awkward!
SPLE: Sylvia… can we help you?
Sylvia: Hi… I was wondering if you could find it in your hearts to let me read for this part one more time. It’s just that in the hallway before I came in, one of the other actresses was just talking my ear off and completely took me out of my element.
MHPB: Unfortunately, we cannot. We have made our choice.
Sylvia: Made your choice? I just auditioned 20 minutes ago… you have me up on the screen right there!
Sylvia points to the screen.
Sylvia: Please, let me give this one more shot.
SPLE: Sorry, but we’ve already made our decision. Thank you for auditioning.
Sylvia clenches her fists and bites her lip as she tries to keep her calm.
SPLE: Thank you for auditioning. We must ask you to leave now.
Sylvia: So you went with Pauline, huh? That bitch that wouldn’t shut up in the hallway. She was intentionally sabotaging me!
The group of studio representatives all look at each other. Another man gets up and says he’s off to grab security but the Mustachioed man tells him to take a seat.
MHPB: Sylvia, how long have you been at this?
Sylvia: Coming up on 8 years now.
MHPB: 8 years is a long time to chase a dream. I think you need to accept that it’s over.
SPLE: Listen… it’s okay. This town is brutal. I’m sure you’re good at a lot of things… just not this. I’m sorry but nothing about what we’ve seen today isn’t anything different than we’ve seen from thousands of people who have walked through the door.
Sylvia’s eyes well up with tears and she turns around to leave the room. As she’s on her way out, she knocks over a fake ass plant for good measure.
Moments later we catch up with her outside the building puffing away on a Virginia Slim. If this baby’s come a long way, she certainly ain't feeling like it. She stomps out the rest of the cigarette and walks over to the parking lot. She strolls up to her 1981 Dodge Diplomat, unlocks the door, and gets behind the wheel. Little 7 year old Max sits up from the back seat groggy from a long nap and rubs his eyes.
Max: What took you so long?
Sylvia: Sorry, bud. A lot of ladies were auditioning for this one.
Max: Did you get it?
Sylvia doesn’t say anything. The answer to her son’s question has never been “yes” and at this point she knows that he knows that this is all a futile attempt. Tears roll down her cheek but she can’t bring herself to turn over her shoulder and look at Max in the face after the latest in a long string of failures. She opts instead to look at his reflection in the rear-view mirror.
Sylvia: Don’t let anyone ever tell you that you’re just like everyone else. Don’t ever let anyone say that you aren’t memorable and you don’t stand out. If anyone ever tells you that, you clench your fist as tight as you can and you punch them straight in the teeth.
Max laughs.
Max: Did you punch those people in the teeth?
Sylvia: You betcha. I made that lady eat her shoulder pads and then I kicked that fat guy square in the balls.
Max laughs again at his mom’s joke. Sylvia opens the glove compartment and removes a flask. She twists the cap off and takes a swig of whatever is in there thinking that the alcohol will burn away the pain of her latest defeat.
Max: What are you going to do now?
Sylvia: I’m going to keep trying. Nobody is going to tell me that I’m not good enough. We’re going to make it, Max. Your mama is going to be in all the best movies and we’re going to have so much money that we don’t need to answer to anyone. No more bosses or anything.
Max: I hate bosses.
Sylvia: Me too. We don’t need anyone else. Just the two of us and we’re gonna rule the entire world. I’ll be the next Jessica Lange and you’ll grow up to be the best damn wrestler the world has ever seen! Don't let anyone ever try to stop you from achieving that. And if they do, you carry the biggest Goddamn chip on your shoulder until you get what you want.
Max (whispering to himself): The best wrestler the world has ever seen.
A devilish grin appears on his face as we fade to black.
NOW
The scene opens up to a shot of a closed red theater curtain illuminated by a spotlight. A disembodied narrator's voice speaks.
The following presentation is made up of fictional portrayals of real life wrestlers of Intense International Wrestling. These are not-so professional actors in highly dramatized scenarios. The events depicted in what you’re about to see may not appear how they actually happened. Enjoy the show!
ACT I: Declaration of War
The curtain swings open to reveal a large rectangular boardroom style table in front of a wall decorated with posters of different IIW wrestlers. Behind the table on center stage is what looks to be a painting of some sorts but it is covered up with a sheet. The people seated around the table can best be described as “when you order Mecca members on wish” due to these actors not being a very good resemblance of the wrestlers they’re portraying. The head of the table spot is vacant but in the first seat over we see a portrayal of the guy who would go on to become the IIW World Champion, JOE MONTUORI. J Mont has a lipstick wearing blow up doll in a football jersey attached to one arm and the other is holding a baby doll while hoisting up a toy IIW International Championship Belt on his shoulder.
J Mont: Where is this guy? C’mon… I’ve got about six different matches I gotta go fight! Abundance is key to success.
Bam Miller: That sounds HARDCORE!
On the other side of the table, BAM MILLER smashes a brick into the table surface and continues to mumble the word “hardcore” to himself.
J Mont: Yo Fred, snap a pic of me to throw on Twitter.
He tosses his phone over to FRED DEBONAIR who’s coming to the end of the spliff he’s smoking. He pulls out a brand new one and lights it with the ember of the first one. J Mont poses the blow up doll to make it look like she’s giving him a kiss and lifts the baby doll up into the frame as well.
J Mont: Hash tag family man. Hash tag good dad. Hash tag champ life. Thanks pal. You’re a great number 2.
Fred Debonair: Don’t mention it.
The clicking of poker chips being picked up and dropped on the table attracts everyone’s attention. It’s the former IIW International champ himself, “THE CASINO KID” JUSTIN YORK. At his side is his wife STACY YORK who’s playing with her phone and can’t be bothered with whatever is happening in this room.
Justin York: So why are we here?
Fred Debonair: I guess we’ll find out.
And almost on command the giant GOLIATH enters the room. He looks a little bit taller than normal and that’s because he has SHAUN HART sitting on top of his shoulders. Each member of the group smiles at the man they hope can make their dreams come true. Goliath eases Hart down into the seat at the head of the table.
Shaun Hart: Ladies and gentlemen! It is an honor to have you all here. Surrounding this table are the very best that professional wrestling has to offer. With our powers combined, we will rule this industry with an iron fist! Wait, I think we’re missing someone… AXEL?
Axel Shaw enters the room with the widest grin a boy could have.
Axel Shaw: Hey guys! Sorry I’m late. I was getting ready for my big match.
Shaun Hart: Take a seat, Axel. As I was saying. We are assembling the greatest threat to the status quo that professional wrestling has ever seen. Osh is gone and I rule this company now! With the finest that CCPE has to offer, we now have enough talent to carve out the path WE WANT and with that… I present to you… THE MECCA OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!
They all clap for each other with huge grins on their faces.
Goliath: ME GOLIATH!
Shaun: Yes, you are Goliath. As I was saying…
Axel Shaw: And what better way to start it off by me winning the Global Championship over on Friday Night Combat! I GUARANTEE I will win it!
Fred Debonair: I wish you all the luck! It looks like it will be a tough match with really difficult odds but I think you can pull it off.
Axel Shaw: Are you saying I’m not guaranteed to win it?
Fred Debonair: You never know…
Axel gets up out of his chair.
Axel Shaw: Screw you all, I quit!
Axel storms out of the scene in a tizzy.
Fred Debonair: Well that didn’t take much.
Shaun Hart: Oh wow… I didn’t plan for that. That’s okay. I’ve got a backup who can be here any minute now.
Shaun briefly looks down at his phone and sends off a text message.
Shaun Hart: Moving on… this is the MECCA and this right here is the future of professional wrestling! We are so close to finally achieving everything we’ve always wanted…
J Mont: You’re personally handing me the World Championship?
Shaun Hart: No Joe, not yet.
J Mont: But I want it!
Shaun Hart: I know you do, Joe.
J Mont: But I want it now! Do I need to say it louder? I WANT IT NOW I WANT IT NOW I WANT IT NOW!!! Don’t make me call you out on Twitter!
Shaun Hart: FINE! You’ll face John Cavanagh soon enough. Fred, make sure he gets the job done if he's finding it a little too difficult.
Fred Debonair: Yes, sir.
Shaun Hart: ANYWAY… we are so close to achieving all we’ve ever wanted but as of right now, one major thing stands in our way. It should be easy challenge to accomplish but I forewarn you, it might take a little work. Goliath, sheet please.
Goliath: ME GOLIATH!
Goliath walks over to the center of the stage and removes the sheet to show an enlarged photo of MAX STONE.
Shaun Hart: Max Stone was not something I had planned for when I put all of this together. I thought he was just some bum that Osh handed a sympathy contract but he’s better than any of us had thought. Together, we should have no problem taking him out. As long as we present a united front…
Justin and Stacy York both get up from their seats.
Shaun Hart: Where are you going?
Justin York: I thought I could just kick back and get rewarded with titles and stuff. I’m not really into this whole… “doing work” thing. That Stone guy looks tough too. I don’t really wanna deal with that. Peace out, all. It’s been real.
The Yorks leave the stage the same way Axel did.
Shaun Hart: Well shit… oh hey Clyde!
In walks CLYDE NEWTON, passing the Yorks as they leave the stage. He takes a seat at the table next to Fred Debonair. Clyde’s chair slides close to Fred, leaving a big gap on Clyde’s other side.
Shaun Hart: Everybody welcome CLYDE NEWTON! One of many surprises Mecca has in store for the rest of the IIW.
Fred exhales some of the smoke off of his spliff.
Clyde Newton: Hey man, can you blow that somewhere else?
Fred Debonair: Sorry, it’s just you’re sitting REALLY close to me. Might I suggest…
Clyde Newton: Screw you all, I quit!
Clyde gets out of his seat and storms off. Fred follows Clyde and taps him on the shoulder. When Clyde turns around, Fred hits him with a solid kick to the balls and nonchalantly returns to his seat at the table.
Shaun Hart: Aww God damnit. Okay so… this Max Stone guy… lets just take him down a peg, okay? Bam, I’m putting you in charge of taking care of this problem.
Bam Miller: HARDCORE!
Shaun Hart: Yes, you can have a hardcore match.
Bam once more slams his brick on the table over and over again. Fred lights another spliff and J Mont is arranging selfies with his prop family. Shaun Hart looks over his group and tries to assure himself that…
Shaun Hart: This will all be fine… this will all be fine… wait what the hell are YOU doing here?
In walks the man of the hour, the hero of the story, the guy we pay to see: MAX STONE! And he’s all decked out in his wrestling gear ready for a fight. Everyone at the table becomes alert as he makes his way over to the enlarged photo of him and smiles.
Max: You managed to find a pretty good photo of me here. I’m sorry... did I interrupt your fun? I’m sure it won’t be the last time I do that!
J Mont: Get out of here… homeless man. You look like you should be begging me for money.
Max: That’s the best you got?
J Mont: HOMELESS MAN! HOMELESS MAN!
Max: Just because you yell something repeatedly doesn’t make it true. However, I do kind of admire how you’re able to be the loudest and most obnoxious bozo in the room to the point where people give you what you want just to shut you up. Worked for Shauny boy over here, yeah?
Shaun Hart: He’s my friend! You shut your mouth.
Max: You sure about that? Let’s revisit that after I finish this war you started. Ask if he’s still your “friend” after he finds himself in the L column when it matters the most to him.
J Mont: You're just a homeless LOSER! You're JEALOUS! You want what I got!
J Mont rearranges the blow up doll so Max could get a look at her.
J Mont: Jealous you can't have a real woman like this!
J Mont pulls the blow-up doll close to him so he can plant a kiss on her but he accidentally uses a little too much strength and POP goes the doll.
J Mont: Oh no.. Mia.. my love…
He accidentally drops the baby doll on the table.
J Mont: Oh no, baby G. Uh, I gotta go… Give me a shout when it’s worth showing up to Mayhem and maybe I’ll be there!
He picks up his props and runs out of the scene. Fred Debonair grabs J Mont’s water.
Fred Debonair: Wait, you forgot your water bottle!
J Mont (faintly): Just carry it for me!
Only three Mecca members remain with Shaun hiding behind a human wall made up of Goliath and Bam Miller.
Shaun Hart: GET HIM, BOYS!
Goliath: ME GOLIATH!!
Goliath charges at Max but Max quickly dodges and Goliath CRASHES through the set wall. One down, two to go.
Shaun Hart: Uh…. get him Bam!
Shaun runs away out of the scene. Two down, one to go.
Max: Jeez, picking off Mecca members is kind of easy.
Bam lifts his brick into the air. Max starts laughing.
Max: C’mon man… is this really the team you want to fight for?
Bam Miller: We’re taking over the industry!
Max: Look around you, man. They ditched your ass. They sent the lamb to the slaughter once again. Bam Miller… you’re just a sacrificial pawn designed to slow me so the rest of the team doesn’t have to get their hands dirty. Can I ask you a question?
Bam Miller: NO!
Max: Well I’m going to ask it anyway. Do you like being taken advantage of?
Bam Miller: SHUT UP!
Max: We can fight all you want but it hasn’t really worked out for you when that happens. Around and around we can keep going or you can wise up and realize that you’re on the losing side of all of this. You’re being taken advantage of because you do what you’re told and you don’t ask any questions. You’re expendable.. an afterthought.
Bam CHARGES at Max with his BRICK. Max ducks out of the way.
Max: Wake up and smell the coffee! You know, me and you are more alike than you might think. I’ve spent a long time trying to forget about the fact that I was left in neglect for much of my childhood. I know that pain… that ever lingering pain that becomes a voice in your head telling you that you’re not good enough. Almost an entire lifetime trying to make that voice shut the hell up. I think you're trying to silence that voice too but while that's distracting you, Shaun Hart is manipulating you for his personal gain.
Bam Miller: I SAID SHUT UP.
Bam LUNGES at Max and starts throwing fists. Max swings back and we erupt into a full on brawl. Bam kicks Max in the mid section and slams the brick down over his back while he's hunched over. Max drops to his hands and knees then Bam charges at Max to go for a baseball slide but Max manages to catch him with a drop toe hold, slamming Bam face first into the table. Upon impact, Bam knocks over an ash tray containing the still burning embers of Fred Debonair’s smoked spliffs and they hit the floor. As Max approaches Bam to hit him with some more fists, smoke starts to expand from a small fire that has started. Max starts to walk away but then stops himself…
Max: No.
Max then walks over to the wall set of the boardroom. He measure it with his eyes and concludes that it’s about ten feet high and then makes the choice to begin scaling it. Bam, still lying on the table, starts to move to get back to an upright position but then Max LEAPS OFF the top of the set CRASHING onto Bam and the boardroom tables CRUMBLES AWAY. The fire catches the table remains and the room is set ABLAZE as the curtain closes. The audience in attendance reacts with thunderous applause.
ACT II: March to War
“HE’S BACK BABY!!!!”
“ALRIGHT YOU SON OF A BITCH. IF YOU ARE ALIVE, THEN WHO THE HELL IS THIS?”
“HOLY SHIT!!!!”
The curtain parts and we are treated to amateur portrayals of OSH VAUGHAN, SCOTTY ADAMS, AND TYLER DEBONAIR.
Osh Vaughan: It's damn good to be back! First and foremost I must thank you, Scott, for holding down the fort in my absence.
Scotty Adams: Of course.
Osh Vaughn: Tyler, welcome back to the fold. It was just heinous what your father did to you and I wouldn't wish that upon anyone. To lock a good guy like you up in an asylum is just wrong and I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy… even Shaun Hart.
Tyler Debonair: It is what it is. Happy to fight for team Osh. So, who else we got?
Max Stone walks into the scene wearing the same thing we just saw him in. His hair is disheveled and he’s a bit out of breath.
Max: Sorry I'm late. I was back there fighting Mecca. Those guys really got it out for me.
Osh Vaughan: And here's the new IIW UK Champion, Max Stone! I have full confidence that this team has what it takes to defeat Shaun Hart and the Mecca once and for all… Hey uh.. Max, are you okay?
Max is breathing heavily with his eyes closed. The other characters on the stage watch him, not really sure what to do.
Scotty Adams (improvising): Uhh… yes! Under my lead, we will head into the War Games match and knock Shaun Hart and the Mecca back to where they came from!
With his eyes still closed, Max starts CLAPPING.. His eyes pop open. Enter the Maniac.
Maniac: How fun is all of this? What a top notch production Max we’ve put together here! Look at this! We have Osh! We have Tyler Debonair! We have the IIW Hall of Famer, Scotty Adams!
Maniac walks up to the Scotty actor and gets in his face.
Scotty Adams (whispering): What the hell are you doing?
Maniac: Scotty Adams! The COMMANDER of this army! I suppose the phrase COMMANDER makes sense since commanders don’t have to fight in the trenches. Commanders get to hide away, take all the glory, and pat themselves on the back for a job well done. Scotty boy, if you feel like getting your hands dirty feel free to back me up in the War Games match. That is, if you can still hang!
The Osh and Tyler actors whisper to each other. They look dumbfounded in this moment.
Maniac: And what are you too murmuring about over here?
Osh Vaughan: Dude, you’re going off script.
Maniac: Sorry I’m ruining the ILLUSION that we’re just one big happy family here! Just a bunch of good guys coming together to fight off the bad guys to restore peace and harmony to the industry that rewards the most barbaric.
Maniac walks up to the Tyler Debonair actor.
Maniac: Do you want to see barbaric? DO YOU?
Tyler Debonair: I… uh… I don’t know.
Maniac: Because barbaric can be arranged for Tyler Debonair’s future if he keeps meddling in my affairs. He wants to help try to silence me? He wants to bring me to a halt? Tyler Debonair needs to stick to getting revenge on his dear old daddy and learn to leave me alone.
Maniac laughs and walks in circles around the actors portraying his teammates. They are visibly uncomfortable.
Maniac: Team Osh… if you have any sense between you all, you will continue to hang out in the background and watch me work when we enter that War Games cage. Getting between me and my white-hot hatred of Shaun Hart and his group of cronies could be dangerous.
Shaun Hart: DANGEROUS, you say?!
The Shaun Hart actor enters the scene and starts hamming it up for the audience. He seems to be completely unaware that this production has completely derailed.
Shaun Hart: What’s going on, OSH? This is the rag-tag group of rebels you’ve assembled to attempt to take down the MECCA? HA HA, don’t make me laugh!
Fred Debonair (in unison): HA HA!
J Mont (in unison): HA HA!
Bam Miller (in unison): HA HA!
Goliath: ME GOLIATH!!!
The Osh actor begins his attempt to get this back on track.
Osh Vaughan: There will be more where this came from! Just wait!
Shaun Hart: Oh, you… Always the spontaneous type! But just when you think YOU have surprises, I got a few of my own!
A TRAIN WHISTLE blows from out of the scene. It continues to blow, getting louder and louder with each toot. A TRACKLESS TRAIN drives onto the set. The train engine has the words “CCPE EXPRESS” painted on the side.
Shaun Hart: BEHOLD, the newest members of the MECCA!
Each train car contains some familiar looking actors. The Justin York actor is now wearing a wig and playing the role of MARK BANE. He jumps off the moving train, lands on his feet, and starts punching the air.
The Clyde Newton actor is now playing the role of XAVIER LUX. He dons a black CCPE t-shirt and he surveys his new enemies on Team Osh.
The Stacy York actress is now portraying KIM PAIN and she looks like she’s here for a battle.
J Mont: Look guys, my best friends in the whole wide world are here! You’re all in trouble now!
Kim Pain: We aren't friends.
Mark Bane: Get out of here.
J Mont: Well I hate you guys then!
J Mont heads off to the side and pouts while the three newcomers cast a menacing glare.
Shaun Hart: Easy, easy! We’re all on the same side here.
Xavier Lux: Not until we get our cash up front!
Mark Bane: YEAH! Cash up front or we’re OUTTA HERE!
Shaun Hart removes a wad of money from his pocket and starts distributing it among the three. As he’s doing this, the real Max comes to and remembers that he’s in a stage production. He mentally tries to catch up where they’re at in the story.
Max: Oh come on, more CCPE guys? More "BIG NAMES?" Big name after big name comes in here and then big name after big name walks right back out the door leaving the place in worse shape than it was when they got here.… but let's leave it to Max Stone to stick around and clean up the mess this time!
Kim Pain: Mark, he doesn’t think we’re sticking around! How does that make you feel?
Mark Bane: It makes me upset! How dare you question my allegiances? J Mont, get over here!
J Mont leaps to his feet and joins the trio.
Mark Bane: MATT STONE, just because you said that, I’ve been forced to do something I don’t want to do! J MONT, WE’RE BEST FRIENDS AGAIN!
J Mont: YAY!! SWERVED YOU, FOOLS! The Hostile Takeover is complete!
Max starts to clap.
Max: Absolutely compelling stuff, guys! I thought I was witnessing the end of Mecca as we know it. Now I know you three are legends in this business. The accomplishments between the three of you help tell the story of this entire industry and for that I have respect for you. But to come in here and align yourselves with THESE GUYS? I thought people with such status as yourselves are capable of getting shit done on their own and not relying on Daddy Warbucks over here.
Kim Pain: Speaking of bucks, we’re gonna need some more if you want us to stick around here any longer!
Shaun Hart: But I gave you all I had on me.
Xavier Lux: Then we’re seceding!
Mark Bane: Yeah! We’re gonna form our own thing now!
J Mont: Swerved you again, suckers!
The four of them laugh in unison. Kim, Mark, and Xavier stop laughing and J Mont keeps going.
Mark Bane: Okay, that’s enough.
J Mont: You can’t stop me! I HATE YOU!
Mark Bane: I HATE YOU TOO!
J Mont and Mark Bane start fighting each other. They trade fists and fight their way out of the scene. Max points over at Kim and Xavier.
Max: Now I may not have the accomplishments that you two have. I might not have the name value that you two bring to the table but I’m well on my way there. If you guys really do bring the cache that we’re led to believe you do, then the wrestling world will have their eyes on this War Games match and they will now know the name of Max Stone. The legends of Kim Pain and Xavier Lux will forever be entwined with the pure ass kicking they took from “the underdog.” Are you going to show me why you guys are legends? Or are you going to just stuff your pockets with Shaun Hart’s money and skedaddle until the next time you come walking back into IIW with your hands out?
Kim Pain CHARGES at Max and knocks his ass down to the ground. The rest of Team Osh jump into the fight and are met by the Mecca. ALL OUT WAR breaks out between the two groups and the lights dim and the curtains close.
“SWERVE!!!”
ACT III: Resolution
The curtain opens to reveal a LARGE RECTANGULAR CAGE where both teams are in the midst of a heated battle. Max Stone and Bam Miller are standing on top of the cage doing battle. Max HURLS Bam off of the top of the cage and he falls behind it. Some fake theater sound effects play over the PA system to give the illusion that he fell dozens of feet. In the cage, Fred Debonair is walking around and kicking everyone in the balls and laughing.
Fred Debonair: It’s almost over, Maxwell!
Fred begins ascending the cage towards Max. Max stomps on Fred’s hands but just then Fred pokes Max in the ankle with a LIT SPLIFF. Max winces in pain and steps back, allowing Fred to make his ascent. Fred gets to his feet on top of the cage.
Fred Debonair: You can’t run from me anymore, Maxwell! Sooner or later, you’re going to give me the rematch for MY TITLE!
Max: You don’t deserve a rematch! You’re a despicable human being and you shouldn’t be rewarded for acting like a snake at every turn.
Fred Debonair: Oh, are you still mad about me attacking Deandre Williams?
Max: The kid aint been the same since you unceremoniously attacked him! And for WHAT?
Fred Debonair: Boo hoo! He didn’t have what it takes and neither do you, Maxwell!
Max: Stop calling me that.
Fred Debonair: Maxwell? It is your name, isn’t it… MAXWELL?
Max lunges towards Fred and the fight commences. Back and forth they fight until Fred grabs a hold of Max’s hair and then pokes him in the eye.
Fred Debonair: Goodbye Maxwell…
Fred goes to toss Max off of the cage but then…
Fred Debonair: OUCCCCCH!!!
Max has gotten a hold of another one of Fred’s SPLIFFS and has pressed it against his back. Fred places his hand over the burn.
Fred Debonair: You son of a…
Max KICKS Fred in the balls and he hurls over in pain. He mutters curse words under his breath like Joe Pesci from Home Alone. Max grabs Fred by the arm.
Fred Debonair: You better not… I swear there will be consequences.
Max SHOVES Fred off of the cage and he falls to his doom. He catches his breath and notices that the only one left in the cage below is the IIW World Champion. J Mont is on the ground leaning against the cage catching his breath. Max scales down the cage and stares him down from the other side.
Max: And then there was one… where did everyone go? That’s right… you repel everyone around you. Don’t you?
J Mont: Talk all you want, little boy. I have done things in this business you can only dream of.
Max: Oh yeah? Have you won the IIW Tag Titles? I seem to remember you building a whole little ruse around not getting a tag title shot with someone who left this company as quickly as he joined it. Thad Duke… gone…. Just like the rest of ‘em. I even heard that he’s possibly retired from the entire business. Calling it a career sounded like a better option than having to stand next to you and smelling your stink any longer.
J Mont laughs and spits on the ground.
Max: You made such a fuss about getting the Tag Team Title shot here. You wanted it so badly yet you conveniently don't mention what happened when you faced our current Champs in another company. How'd that go? Oh yeah, you tapped the fuck out because you didn't have Shaun around to make sure the world revolved around you. Funny how someone who claims to be so superior and so much better than everyone else becomes so… ordinary when he doesn't have the game rigged for him.
J Mont: You shut your mouth.
Max: Do you want to know what I regret, Joe? I regret not answering that open invitation for the International Title Battle Royal. You see, I could have easily taken the easy path and did what you did. Hide away until I could sneak up behind someone, throw them over the rope, and do my victory dance. But the Max Stone of that time wasn’t sure of himself yet. He didn’t know if he still had what it took to compete at this level so I figured I needed some more tuning up before I took on such a challenge. But now that I look back on it, I could have easily wiped the floor with everyone there. I could have made that title worth a damn just like I’m doing to the UK title right now. And most of all, I could have snuffed out your flame before it had a chance to spread. But I didn’t and that’s okay because I have spent almost a year now working my way through the IIW roster so when the time comes for me to take my rightful top spot, there will be not a single competitor disputing my place because they know I am the real deal. There will be ZERO doubt that I am the best this company has to offer.
J Mont: Blah blah blah… keep yaking away.
Max laughs as J Mont starts to stand back up.
Max: You’ve sprayed your piss all over this company long enough and I’m letting you know right now that I’m going to be the end of you. I’m going to take the IIW World Championship from you. It may not be today. It may not be next month. But it will happen. Hang on to it and enjoy it as much as you can. Get REAL attached to it because it’s going to hurt oh so much when I rip it out of your hands. I’m calling my God damn shot.
J Mont punches Max square in the face and we’re off to the final battle. They exchange punches and kicks. J Mont shoves Max away and hits him with a lariat that knocks him off his feet. J Mont stomps Max while he’s down and spits on him.
J Mont: Nothing but a little loser.
J Mont stands in a position ready to strike as he waits for Max to get back up. Max slowly climbs to his feet with his back turned towards J Mont. As Max pivots, J Mont leaps in the air for the JKO but Max SHOVES HIM AWAY into the cage. J Mont gets a face full of chain link and turns around to attack one more but RENEGADE SPIKE!
1……
2……..
3!!!!!!!
The audience goes wild as a referee pops in and raises Max’s hand into the air. Shaun Hart enters the cage and consoles J Mont. He looks up at Max with his eyes full of tears.
Shaun Hart: You son of a bitch! You ruined everything!
Max notices something on the ground. He walks over and picks it up. It’s Xavier Lux’s CCPE T-shirt.
Shaun Hart: Wait… what’s that you have there?
Max teases putting on the shirt.
Shaun Hart: Wait… are you serious? Like… for real for real?
Max smiles at Shaun Hart.
Shaun Hart: Oh my God! I have just landed the single biggest free agent in the history of professional wrestling! I gotta call Chris!
Shaun Hart leaps to his feet and hugs Max. The crowd in attendance starts booing. Max lifts Shaun Hart’s arm into the air and…
And…
RENEGADE SPIKE! The crowd goes crazy again as Shaun Hart flops around like a fish.
THE WINNER OF WAR GAMES: TEEEEEEEEAMMMMMMM OSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Osh Vaughan, Scotty Adams, and Fred Debonair enter the cage. An actor portraying Aiden Cain joins in. Max looks at the newcomer hesitantly and then the crowd goes crazy as a fictitious version of the former IIW World Champion John Cavanagh joins the party looking like he just woke up. He’s played by the same actor that previously portrayed Axel Shaw.
John Cavanagh: Did we win?!
Osh Vaughan: You’re goddamn right we won! Welcome back, Cav!! IIW is ours once again!!!
Team Osh celebrates but the celebration is missing one of its key players. As they continue to party in the cage, Osh notices that Max has returned… holding a gas can and a blowtorch.
Osh Vaughan: Hey, uh.. What the hell is going on? Guys? GUYS WHAT THE FUCK GET OUT OF HERE!
The actors immediately dash towards the cage door as the Maniac DOUSES the cage in gasoline.
John Cavanagh: THIS WASN’T IN THE SCRIPT!
They are able to safely exit. The Maniac turns around and gives his devilish grin towards the crowd in attendance and IGNITES the cage. It catches fire VERY quickly. Maniac raises his arms into the air.
Maniac (yelling): I AM THE ONE TRUE CONSTANT AND THE TIME FOR ME TO TAKE MY RIGHTFUL PLACE ON THE MOUNTAIN TOP HAS COME. THE STONE AGE IS IN FULL EFFECT AND YOU WILL EITHER ACCEPT IT OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES. I HAVE COME A LONG WAY AND I DO NOT INTEND TO SLOW DOWN NOW.
The structure of the cage starts to break down. FIRE ALARMS start blaring and the audience is scrambling to get out of the heat.
Maniac(yelling): AND MAYBE THE BEST THING FOR EVERYONE IS FOR ME TO BURN IT ALL TO THE GROUND AND REBUILD IT IN MY PERFECT IMAGE. WHEN I WIN BACK OSH VAUGHAN'S COMPANY FOR HIM, WILL HE BELIEVE IN THE STONE AGE OR WILL HE TRY TO STOP ME FROM ERASING HIS LIFE’S WORK IN A BLAZE OF DESTRUCTION?
The theater has completely filled with smoke and all the lights cut out and we are left with the sound of approaching fire engines.
THE END
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Post by Aiden Cain on May 20, 2023 16:06:05 GMT
Our scene begins with Aiden leaving his apartment in the early hours of the morning. He gathers his bag up over his shoulder as he exits and pauses in the hall as he fumbles for his keys. Something felt wrong. His brain had felt foggy all morning. The hair on his neck stood on end. He was being watched. He could feel the eyes on him. He glanced quickly down the halls and almost missed the figure on his first look. A man at the end of the hall, somehow familiar to Aiden, watched him intently. Aiden tried to place the man in his memory, and it clicked after a moment. The stringy hair. The tattered clothes. It was the homeless looking man who had been stalking around the training center. He had followed him and was now lurking outside his home. Aiden stood tall to address the man.
Aiden: I’ve had about enough of this!
The man stepped out of the shadows, holding his hands up in front of himself defensively
Man: Aiden…
Aiden: I dont know who you are, or how you know my name, or why you keep following me, but this is going to end really badly for you if you dont leave now.
Man: Aiden, please…just a moment…
The man stepped closer, approaching Aiden down the hallway, hands still held in defensive placation. The mans face was somehow familiar to Aiden. Beyond just the fact he had been seeing him lurking around the gym. It pulled at something in his mind as he struggled to place the face, but came up with nothing.
Man: I dont want to hurt you, Aiden. Im not trying to scare you. I just need to talk to you.
Aiden: And this is how you decided to do it? Who the hell are you?
Man: Dont you recognize me, Aiden? You dont recognize your own brother?
Aidens mind reeled. It couldnt be. He had been so careful. He had constantly been covering his tracks. He had kept himself hidden best he could.
Aiden: ….Gabe?.....
Gabe: Yeah, its me…
Aiden: H-How the hell did you find me?!
Gabe: You know the family watches their own.
Aiden began to back away from the man as he continued his approach Aiden: You stay the hell away from me! You stay far, far away!
Gabe: Please Aiden…I just came to talk…Its mother…she’s…she’s sick.
Aiden: I dont give a shit! That woman is no mother, and she can rot in hell for all I care!
Gabe: You dont understand…
Aiden: Whats to understand?! That woman tortured me!
Gabe: Im not asking you to forgive. But there is more going on here…
Aiden hits the call button on the elevator and turns to face the man, now standing his ground. Gabe stops his approach.
Aiden: I dont care why you came. I dont care if she’s sick. I dont care about whatever you think I dont understand. I got myself out alive and I left you all in that hell to rot. If you made it here, if you found me, you would do wise to run as far as you can and never look back.
Gabe: The swamps hold many dark places, but its not the evil you imagine, Aiden.
Aiden: Then take yourself back there! You go back and you forget you ever saw me!
The elevator dings and the doors open. Aidens emotions start to build into a rage as he steps onto the elevator.
Aiden: Leave. And dont come back. If I see you around here again, I’ll kill you myself and send you back to Mother in a box!
Gabe reaches out for Aiden as the doors close
Gabe: Aiden, wait! You have to listen to me!
The doors roll silently shut and Aiden is carried away down the shaft, leaving the man in the dim gloom of the early morning in the hall alone.
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Our next scene begins with Aiden returning home to his apartment from the training center. He opens the front door to let himself in and pauses as he starts to close the door behind him. Something wasnt right. He could feel it. A quick scan around the entryway revealed no clues. He stood still, trying to focus his senses more, looking for any more information. The smell of his house was…wrong. It was a subtle difference, but there was a change in its familiarity. His first thought went to Gabe, but the smell wasnt the stench of the swamp. A closer look around the entryway and he noticed the end table by his door had been nudged out of place. It was a minor shift, but he could see it slightly off center. He silently set his bag down and kept to a low crouch, his muscles tightening. So much for the security at the front desk. He heard the faint rustle of fabrics in the apartment ahead and slowly crept towards his living room. In his living room, he comes across Jessica Frey, sitting on his couch with a drink.
Aiden: Jessica?
Jessica: I was wondering when you’d get home.
Aiden: How did you get in?
Jessica: As I said before, I have my ways.
Aiden: Did you seduce the old man up front or something?
Jessica: *scoffs* Oh please, nothing so crass.
Aiden: Look, I know we made that whole “No sharing secrets” thing, but this is now a matter of my personal privacy and security.
Jessica: I let myself in. You left the door unlocked. Very unlike you, Aiden. You must have been in a hurry or terribly distracted.
Aiden scowled slightly to himself, scolding himself for his carelessness
Aiden: Yeah, I suppose a little A, a little B
Jessica turns to him and studies his face for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly. Her piercing gaze made Aiden slightly uncomfortable.
Jessica: Hmm…significant enough to leave you shaken, even after the gym. Whatever the encounter was, it triggered something deep…
Aiden: As much as I love our chats, Im not really up for this tonight.
Jessica turns her gaze away, looking out the window.
Jessica: Dont worry, I didnt come here just to make you squirm. I came to bring you this…
Jessica picks up an envelope off the coffee table and holds it out to Aiden. He takes it from her and pulls out the paper contained within, reading it over. His brow furrows in confusion.
Aiden: Is this for real? Jessica: I know we havent known each other long, but please trust when I tell you this isnt the sort of thing I joke about. I take my work here very seriously. That is confirmed legitimate.
Aiden: How the hell…?
Aiden slumps down into his chair, still staring at the document. He turns his confused stare back to Jessica after a moment
Aiden: How, exactly, did I end up getting wrapped into this War Games match?
Jessica gives a dispassionate shrug
Jessica: I dont have that answer, but I can make some educated assumptions.
Aiden: Okay, so elaborate.
Jessica: Tsk, tsk, Aiden. Thats not why Im here. Lets see what you’ve been learning, shall we? Why dont you tell me why you got wrapped up in this?
Aiden: I have no idea! I’ve tried to keep myself out of Osh and Shaun Harts personal feud and just handle my business. I barely know what the problem is aside from ownership of the IIW!
Jessica: Ahh, perhaps, but that still gives you grounds to work from. Think, Aiden. The pieces are there…
Aiden furrows his brow, staring at the sheet again as his mind races to form some kind of narrative on how things ended up here. He stammers a few times, trying to form coherent thoughts, but the words dont come. His frustrations grow to a faint snarl as he struggles.
Jessica: Shhh…set aside the emotion. There is no place for it in this. Emotions only cloud logic. Start with what you know.
Aiden: I dont know much. Best I’ve been able to tell, Shaun got control of IIW from Osh some time back. Everyone seemed to think Osh was dead until he showed up again a little while back.
Jessica: Good. And why would he do that?
Aiden: I dont know…
Jessica: Thats not true, Aiden. You truly are not this dense. Consider your own circumstances.
Aiden thinks for a few minutes in silence.
Aiden: …He faked his death to hide… Jessica: Good. Keep going.
Aiden: He came back to try and get the company back. He wouldnt have stuck his head out from wherever he was hiding without a plan.
Jessica: Osh is many things, but he is hardly stupid. I would say you are correct.
Aiden: So he comes back and challenges Shaun to this War Games match in order to try and win the company back.
Jessica: This is already known. Keep piecing things together…
Aiden: Shaun puts together The Mecca as his force, and Osh starts putting his own team together.
Jessica: Another known. That still doesnt answer the question, though.
Aiden loses himself in his thoughts again for a time. His eyes suddenly widen slightly as realization starts to dawn on him.
Aiden: Shaun picked the best men he could find to support his cause. Osh did too. Problem was Osh came up a man short…
Jessica: Getting closer…
Aiden: The top of the pile is already wrapped up in this match, or indisposed elsewhere…
Jessica: Closer….
Aiden: …Osh picked me because he needed a fifth man…and I was the best of what was left.
Jessica: And certainly strange that you didnt get the offer from Osh himself…
Aiden: No, I didnt. I dont know if I’ve ever spoken to the man directly.
Jessica leans back in her seat, a wicked, cat-like grin beginning to spread across her face.
Jessica: One more step, Aiden. Put it all together…
Aiden: I….I was an afterthought…Im a ringer for Team Osh because he couldnt find another…I got pulled in by desperation.
Jessica: Look at you, getting to the conclusion all by yourself…mostly…
Aiden turns a scowl to Jessica
Aiden: You seem amused by this…
Jessica: Thats nothing against you, Aiden. Im glad to see you are starting to learn to observe and piece these things together. You’ll need that skill as we move forward.
Aiden: “We”? What do you mean?
Jessica seems caught offguard for a split second, but quickly regains her usual inscrutable composure.
Jessica: I mean with me as your agent and mel as your coach. Nothing more. You are nowhere near the top and we still have some ways to climb. Thats all.
Aiden keeps his gaze on her a moment longer, trying to get a read.
Aiden: So I was the desperate last measure by Osh to fill his ranks. I wasnt sought out. I wasnt hand picked. I was the best of the leftovers, and his best shot. I proved I had something with winning that second key, and Osh was out of cards to play with.
Aiden stands up and crumples up the paper in his hand as he walks over to the window and stares out over his balcony.
Jessica: You seem upset…
Aiden: Im not happy. This is a way bigger mess than anything I wanted to get involved with. The Mecca is stacked with some of the best in the business today. Hell, some of those guys I can say Im a fan of. I wouldnt consider myself in the same realm as Bam Miller or Joe Montuori, and I certainly had no interest in sticking my nose in their business. Osh couldnt even come to me directly to ask, so its not as if I can feel like he chose me out of confidence. This whole thing is bad business, and its not where I wanted to end up right now.
Jessica: Very rarely are we ever given the cards we truly want…
Aiden turns to look at Jessica
Aiden: So what do we do?
Jessica: We manipulate the odds as we can to give us a favorable outcome. We already know where things stand now, so now we start thinking forward. Where do you need things to land at the end of this?
Aiden: There is no good outcome for me from this… Jessica: Are you so sure?
Aiden: Either The Mecca wins and Shaun keeps control of the IIW, leaving me open to retaliation for backing Osh, or Team Osh wins and The Mecca still has reasons to gun for me, plus Osh isnt exactly one to be trusted from what I hear. Im as likely to get screwed over as I am to be rewarded. Im left without a choice other than to back Team Osh the best that I can and hope that everything works out. Either way, Im still stuck in the same spot im in, carrying a stagnant key I cant use until Maverick Tatum decides to do something with his.
Jessica: So then it falls on you to figure out how best to use this opportunity…
Jessica finishes her drink and sets the empty glass on the coffee table, rising to her feet.
Aiden: So thats it, then? Thats what you got for me?
Jessica gives Aiden a mocking sad look.
Jessica: Oh come now, Aiden. The game is no fun if I give you all the answers. You’ve done well learning your lessons so far. Im sure you will come up with something
She picks up her briefcase and starts heading towards the door.
Jessica: Whatever you decide to do, you better decide quickly. Your time is quickly running out. Good luck, Aiden. I’ll see whatever is left of you after the Pay-Per-View.
Jessica walks out and the door closes quietly behind her, leaving Aiden alone with his thoughts.
Aiden: Thanks…I think…
Too much time after to think. I was short on time and it demanded action. The realizations made something in me shudder and I couldnt bring myself to simply watch and observe. I was an afterthought. I was tacked on because I was whats left. Even if Osh had come to me and asked me face to fact, that could have meant something. Instead, I was the footnote. I was looked at as the ringer. What more did it take? What else did I need to do?
No more thinking. We think too much. Its time to act….
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Our next scene opens with Aiden returning to the training center, but this time he is in street clothes and doesnt carry his bag with him. His face carries a hardened, cold look and he rushes through the doors. Scanning his eyes around the facility, he spots mel coaching two rookies going through drills in the ring. He quickly approaches him, but mel glances over his shoulder and spots him. He calls the two rookies to stop and take a break as Aiden approaches. Mel: Hey Aiden, good to see ya…
Aiden stands directly in front of him with an air of defiance
Aiden: How long did you know?
Mel: Excuse me?
Aiden: How long did you know I had this match?!
mel pauses, processing the thought before chuckling softly
Mel: I heard about it last week…
Aiden: And you didnt think to tell me anything about it then?
Mel: Thats Jessica’s job…
Aiden: mel, they brought me in against The Mecca as a ringer! The Mecca, mel!!
Mel: Yeah….and?
Aiden pauses a moment, staring incredulously at mel
Aiden: You didnt think that that was something you should have told me over this past week? Maybe throw it in during one of those training sessions. “Oh, by the way, you got put into the BOSS’S FUCKING PISSING MATCH?!?!
Aiden tries to get into mels face, but the effect is diminished by mels stature. mel leans closer to Aiden
Mel: Didnt seem like it would matter. You would have just complained the whole time anyways.
Aiden recoils like hes just been slapped
Aiden: What?
mel laughs and pushes Aiden back with a nudge
Mel: You’re soft. I had hoped you wouldnt get pulled into this. You dont have the bite for something like this. You picked up on adaptation real well. You kept yourself out of trouble and your record proves you were able to survive. But you dont have what it takes to thrive.
Aiden stands taller, giving mel a confused look
Mel: I tried, kid…*He shrugs* You just dont have the hunger in you. I’ve watched your tapes dozens of times now, trying to find that something. Its not there. You fight to survive, not to thrive.
Aiden: What are you saying?
mel sighs and motions to Aiden.
Mel: Take a walk with me, kid…
mel and Aiden step outside of the facility and start heading down the sidewalks of the run down city sprawl
Mel: This match this weekend…its gonna be bad for you. I had hoped something would change before you got drawn into something like this, but here we are…
Aiden: You still havent explained anything…
Mel: You got pulled into a much bigger web then you should have been. The guys in that match, they hate each other. They genuinely want to hurt each other. A match like a War Games match? Thats got nothing to do with simply winning. To proving you’re the better person. That match is about making people suffer and endure.
Aiden: Okay, so I have to push myself harder then I have. Thats fine. I’ve been doing it this whole time. Every match.
Mel: Thats only the half of it. This match is going to change you. No matter how it goes down, you arent walking away the same. At the end, I dont think you are going to be able to handle it…
Aiden stops as rain starts to fall. mel turns around back towards the gym and puts a hand on Aidens shoulder.
Mel: You did good work, kid. Im sorry it played out like this. Dont be too hard on yourself in the end….
mel walks off back towards the gym, leaving Aiden in silence as the rain intensifies
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We next see Aiden, still walking around the city in the rain, his coat pulled up around him as he smokes a cigarette
Aiden: I’ve got to say, I have no idea how I got mixed up in all of this mess. I could care less about The Mecca or Osh. I hope you all kill each other. Regardless of my feelings, I’ve been tasked to do a job, and I intend on doing just that. I have no misunderstandings that im the underdog in all of this. I am very keenly aware as those around me have pointed out so succinctly to me lately, that I am an afterthought on Team Osh. I am your ringer. I have no titles. I have only the most modest of accolades. I am of no particular renown. That’s okay, though. Im used to being counted out. Maybe thats where I work best from, and thats exactly what I intend to do here. I am the dark horse of this match, and however this plays out, Im probably going to be worse for it.
But where exactly does that leave me? The Mecca wins, and Im screwed because I got picked for the wrong team. Yeah, picked. I didnt choose Team Osh. I didnt seek out Osh to align myself with him. I got told I was part of this. Thats the long and short of it. So if The Mecca wins, Im seen as a target for whatever retaliation they decide to throw at me for being on the other side. Team Osh winning doesnt do me many favors either. Osh isnt known to be a trustworthy, honorable man, and Im just as likely to be forgotten in the whole mix of things while the rest of Team Osh celebrates. Pretty shit deal, if you ask me.
I was pissed off about that for a while….*a grin starts to creep across Aidens face*....but then I realized Im free…
Im not bound by any kind of camaraderie here. I owe no allegiance. I’ve simply been handed an opportunity to cause violence and sew chaos. Its only when weve given up everything that we are free to do anything. So here I am, giving in. For better or worse, Im part of this mess, and I’ve been put up against some of the best wrestlers this industry has ever seen. People even I cant honestly include myself amongst. People who have been to the top and claimed those prizes. What do I have except a key I cant use? Im not bitter about it, dont get me wrong. Like I said, I was pissed at first. But this gives me a chance to throw caution to the wind. I have no concerns for outcome, so all thats left is to try and hurt as many people as badly as possible. Maybe I dont have a long standing track record that I can look back to, point at, and say “Thats what I am capable of doing.” but every one of the men who ever reached the top started somewhere along the way just like me.
Im not going to compare myself to people like Bam Miller. People like J Mont. Im not going to compare myself to people like Max Stone. Like Fred Debonair. I havent earned those things, and this isnt the night I will get those merits. What I will get, however, is a chance to observe. A chance to see just how hard they hit. To put myself in front of those blows, then smile through the agony and get back up for more. That is what I come for. This is the beginning of a new chapter, and I know the next lessons will be here. This isnt me counting myself out. I dont know if I will come out on top of this whole thing. Probably not. Seems like a bit of a long shot if were being honest. That doesnt mean I dont fully intend on bringing everything I got and taking down as much of The Mecca as possible on my way out.
Prepare yourselves, ladies and gentlemen. Were all headed for war and none of us will walk away from this again. The implications of what the outcome of this match can mean for IIW isnt lost on any of us, but we would be fools not to realize the hell we will all walk through before this comes to its conclusion.
Aiden kicks the last of his cigarette out into the street, where it lands in a puddle with a hiss.
Aiden: I’ll be seeing you all very soon, and Im looking forward to the hell we bring each other. Im counting on the violence, and I know I wont be disappointed…
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Post by jmonttwizted on May 20, 2023 17:05:10 GMT
“War does not determine who is RIGHT, only who is LEFT!”
[The War between Team Osh and Team Shaun is going to get about as gruesome as it can get. The battle lines have been drawn. Sides have been taken. Shots have been fired. All that is left now is to go to war. A war that everyone has been waiting to see happen. You can bet your bottom dollar that every arena and stadium world wide was calling the IIW in hopes to lock down The Worlds Collide PPV, but there was only one lucky stadium that paid the piper. We are talking about The Twickenham Stadium in the United Kingdom. You are going to have 81,994 people cheering and screaming for The Mecca when they come out and only 6 people cheering for Team Osh. And those 6 people cheering for Team Osh are of course Osh, Scotty Adams, Tyler Debonair, Max Stone, John Cavanagh and Aiden Kane. It’s pretty sad when you have to cheer and pat yourself on the back, but the fans in the wrestling industry understand that The Mecca is the most prized and feared stable of all time. And the formation is not even complete yet.]
[As the growth and power increases for The Mecca, there looks to be nobody in sight that can stop this train. And now Osh thinks he made a smart business decision booking this War Games match against The Mecca to get control back but he actually made one of the biggest mistakes of his life. Not only did he set up his team for failure against The Mecca, but he also set the stage for 82,000 people live as well as all the PPV sales and replays to see first hand who runs the IIW WORLDWIDE. People will say that the likes of Rihanna, Bon Jovi, Beyonce, The Rolling Stones, Eminem, Metallica, R.E.M. blew the roof off this place, but stay tuned because when that music hits, and The Mecca walks out, the next time anyone ever mentions The Twickenham Stadium again, all they are going to mention is how HUGE The Mecca arrival was.]
IIW Worlds Collide: May 21st, 2023
Gallagher Premier Rugby Final: May 27th, 2023
[While this Rugby Final is supposed to be one of the biggest events of the year, they have some big shoes to fill and follow after the IIW comes to town. Truth be told, The Saracens and Sale Sharks don't even hold a candle to The Mecca, and they are the top 2 teams in rugby playing for the Championship. The Sale Sharks have not seen a Championship since 2006. 17 years of failure since their last title. The Sarcens have won it 5 times and most recently in 2018. When you look at both teams, you can't help but make the comparison to Team Osh and The Mecca. When you look over both teams, you see that The Sale Sharks resemble that of Team Osh and you ask why? It’s as simple as beating Mac Bane in an arm wrestling match. You have 5 guys with Osh that are trying to get back into relevance. Get back into the spotlight. While you have The Saracens that resemble Team Mecca. Maybe a few bumps along the way but always at the top and winning championships. And if you want some spoilers to these 2 events, it's quite obvious that at The Worlds Collide, Team Mecca is going to bring it home for the win. And The Premier Rugby Final, the Saracens are going to get their 6th Championship. It truly sucks to be a part of Team Osh and The Sale Sharks. But before all these spoilers come true, the war has to take place.]
[When it comes to war, you need to understand what type you are getting into. You have the absolute war, the instrumental war and agonistic fighting. Where the Absolute War is an unregulated war, while the instrumental war may or may not be restricted. And the agonistic fighting is regulated. Team Osh and The Mecca are about to battle it out in the agonistic fighting way of doing this war. There are so many factors that could cause a war. From human nature, to greed, to the existence of weapons, and human nature. The war in the IIW all comes down to POWER. Who will get the control and keep it? Right now, Team Osh is trying to get the power back to the IIW side while The Mecca has been taking over and raising hell. From all the big talent standing by the side of Shaun Hart to having the World Championship in their back pocket. A lot of the people watching say there is a power struggle going on in the IIW, but just take a step back and ask yourself this. What has Team Osh done lately to make a power move? OK, they may have stolen the UK title from Fred and have one of the Keys to Success but that’s shit compared to what Shaun has done for The Mecca. With J Mont leading the way with the World Title and reaching out to some CCPE Members to come aboard, the strength of The Mecca is at an all time high. Team Osh wanted a war, but are they truly ready for 5 of the best the business has to offer? They think so, but deep down they know they have bitten off more than they can chew. This war is going to go down in history as one of the most violent and physical ones of all time. If you beg the differ, then speak up or forever hold your peace.]
[And people will say that’s a bunch of HYPE about being the most deadly war, but if you know your history then you should know what Wars happened that are about as close as Team Osh Vs The Mecca are in history. But, let's go down memory lane since most of you are a bunch of morons.]
THE CIVIL WAR OF AMERICA
[They say this is the bloodiest war ever fought in history. The warfare was one of the deadliest as well. You had the confederacy states versus the union. You had a lot of tension between the southern and northern states. The pressing issues as slavery and the rights of the states were big topics. But after 4 years, The Union won the battle.]
LOSER: Confederacy States: Team Osh
WINNER: The Union: The Mecca
THE CHINESE CIVIL WAR
[This war was all about a dispute between the Republic of China and the KMT government. This war went on for almost 24 years all because the Chinese government wanted to be legitimate. The struggle and battle was real. But eventually, the communist party took over control and a new regime started in China at the end of this war.]
LOSER: KMT Government: Team Osh
WINNER: Communist Party: The Mecca
WORLD WAR 1
[The assassination of Archduke Ferdinanad was where it all started. It became a global conflict for one of the deadliest wars with the United States, Germany, Middle East, Europe, Russia, Turkey and Asia. You are also talking about almost 5 million deaths over a 4 year period.]
LOSER: Germany: Team Osh
WINNER: United States: The Mecca
WORLD WAR II
[This war lasted 3 years longer than the first one. You had some major powerhouses involved in this one. You had over 30 countries involved in this war with the Axis Powers versus The Allies. After the atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima, Japan and Germany surrendered.]
LOSER: Germany: Team Osh
WINNER: United States: The Mecca
RUSSIAN CIVIL WAR
[This war was all about tearing the geographical unity of Russia. At length of almost 3 years, Lenin Bolshevik played a big role in this. You had civilians, monarchists and other people from foreign areas involved. This war ended with Lenin's Red army claiming victory and establishing the Soviet Union. The White army lost because of mismanagement.]
LOSER: White Army: Team Osh
WINNER: Red Army: The Mecca
TAIPING REBELLION
[Religious conviction was a big part of this battle. 14 years of bloodshed. A strong desire of having found a sturdy central control was one of the many reasons working behind this rebellion. The revolt was meant to overrule the reign of the Qing. Over 20 million Chinese lives were taken. Hong Xiuquan led the people in this attack and went on to claim victory. It is because of this man that China could ever envision a much needed political upheaval.]
LOSER: Qing Dynasty: Team Osh
WINNER: Hong Xiuquan: The Mecca
THE WAR OF 1812
[The United States and Great Britain went at it over the impressment of the American sailors by the British Navy’s. There were also some disagreements over trade, expansion and Native American policies. Some see the war as a draw, but it was really a Great Britain victory. The United States did not achieve any of its war aims and peace concluded. But they met Great Britain's long term maritime needs and other small items.]
LOSER: United States: Team Osh
WINNER: Great Britain: The Mecca
WORLDS COLLIDE 2023
[Over a year in the making is finally coming to a reality. Osh Vaughn has assembled a Team with one goal in mind and that is to finally end the reign of Shaun Hart and take down The Mecca at the same time. But, Shaun Hart is a savvy businessman and General Manager. He has shaped up The Mecca to be one of the finest tuned groups to ever be put together in this business. You can tell that Osh and Shaun cannot stand one another and do not want to work together anymore. Something has to give here. Someone has to lose and someone has to win. You can take Team IIW/OSH with a mix of veterans and youngsters or you can take The Mecca, a team built with hall of farmers and studs. If this is any indication like many of the other brutal wars that went down in history, that will tell you that this outcome has already been determined. The war just has to happen but The Mecca has too much experience, talent and the undefeated World Champion on their side. The war will be one for the ages and might end up the number 1 in the history books, but Team Osh doesn't have enough gas or weapons to stop The Mecca. Going down in history as the best war unit ever will be Shaun Hart and The Mecca.]
Winner: The Mecca
Loser: Team Osh
[So, if you cannot follow these patterns, then you should just walk into the middle of traffic and let a Hyundai Elantra Uber driver hit you. The Mecca is going to follow in the footsteps of all the victorious teams in these wars while Team Osh is going to be added to the losers side. There always has to be a winner and a loser in a war like this. And for Osh, this is going to be a decision he regrets for the rest of his life because he is going to end up at home, on his recliner watching the IIW on his 13 inch TV while The Mecca with Shaun Hart run the show. If you don't believe this to be correct, then you really need to get a Cat Scan. The Mecca has way too much firepower to be stopped. You are talking about Team Osh going to war with paintball guns while The Mecca is ready to fire off Maxim Machine Gun’s. And we will not end up like Machine Gun Kelly either who got his ass handed to him by Eminem without even getting physically hit. The Mecca mentally and physically is going to win this war. The plan has been in effect since September and the time to end Osh and his cronies is now. May 21st to be exact.]
[And speaking of war still, things pick up with the IIW World Champion J Mont driving like Jeff Gordon in and out of traffic. In his brand new 2023 Mercedes G Wagon, thanks to the last one getting blown up by The Celtic Club, is on a mission. A phone call he received from Mia was alarming to him even though all she stated was that the car would not start and that she is stuck at the park with Baby G. And everyone knows just how protective J Mont is when it comes to Mia and his daughter. If you think Machine Gun Kelly got it bad from Eminen, thats nothing compared to what J Mont would do if someone fucked with his 2 girls. And before you know it, you hear the tires screeching as J Mont approaches Cliff Shadows Parkway. He is close by now. As he approaches a 4 way stop sign, you can tell he is getting antsy. People are taking their time crossing the street. There are vehicles in the other 3 areas. Its a complete cluster fuck. As the last person walks across, J Mont doesn't wait and high tails across the intersection as one of the cars stops short. The horn is honking and J Mont out the driver's window gives them a nice gesture. The middle finger with authority. As he comes up to the parking lot, he sees the sign for The Trigono Hills Park. You cannot miss Mia’s car as it's a Pink Lamborghini Urus. A one of a kind if you want to get technical about it. J Mont stops right behind her SUV and quickly gets out of the vehicle. Not even sure if he put him in park, but he doesn't care right now. He is looking around, but there is no sign of Mia or Baby G. He looks back over at the Urus and notices something on the gas cover. There is a small scratch on the top, like someone used a screwdriver to get it open. Now the thoughts of someone tampering with Mia’s car has him more heated than a Randy Johsnon Fastball. He looks down for a minute to try to collect his thoughts, but that does not help because he sees some evidence that could be of help. He sees a Cuban Cohiba Cigar and a lighter on the ground. Now he is trying to get into his Magnum PI mode but before he can do that, he hears Mia and Baby G walking towards him.]
Mia: Baby, you ok? What are you doing?
J Mont: I think I found some clues and evidence. Just gotta put it all together like a puzzle now.
Mia: Babes, let's just get home and figure this all out. Baby G is tired and needs some rest.
J Mont: Do me a favor, and take the G Wagon. I'm gonna make some calls and get the Urus flat bedded to my boys shop out here.
Mia: Are you sure babe?
J Mont: Yeah, and it will give me a little time to think about this as well as some other things.
Mia: Just please stay out of trouble. I know how you get when someone messes with your family.
J Mont: You and Baby G are just more than family to me. You both are my world and someone wants to sit here and possibly fuck with my world. They have another thing coming. If I find out that John Cavanagh had something to do with this again, I will personally be the one to end his life.
Mia: I told you already. You don't look good in orange and I don't want to see you in orange, so cut that shit out. Get the Urus to the repair shop and come home right away.
J Mont: But…..
Mia: There is no but’s here Joseph. I don't want anything to happen to you and I don't want you to overreact for something that we don't even have an answer for yet.
J Mont: I love you babe and i will be home soon. Just let me collect my thoughts here a little while I set up the flat bed to come here.
[Mia leans in with a nice kiss and J Mont looks over at Baby G with a smile. Giving her a big kiss on her cheek, which you all know brings out that million dollar smile. Mia grabs the car seat out of the Urus, because The Mont’s are all about safety. After placing the car seat in the back of the G Wagon, and securing Baby G in the seat, she hops into the driver's seat. Buckling up because it's the law, he puts the G Wagon into drive and leaves the park. J Mont is now there with a Urus that does not start.]
J Mont: Time to call my boy Tyson over at All Imports Auto Service and get this Urus over there.
[J Mont pulls out his IPhone, which is fully charged and makes the call. As a few rings go by, the call is finally answered.]
Tyson: Yo J, what's good brother?
J Mont: Can you send a flatbed down to Trigono Hills Park. The Urus does not start and I think it has something to do with the gas area.
Tyson: You out of gas? Why would you think that?
J Mont: Mia filled up when she left the house so i know the Urus is almost full. And I saw a small scratch that was not there near the gas cover like someone pried it open with a screwdriver or something.
Tyson: Damn dog. But you know I got you. Jerry is on the road picking up 2 right now, but when he is done, I will send him right your way. And when you get here, I will make sure we either get this fixed right away or you can borrow one of the vehicles we have here until we figure out the problem.
J Mont: Thanks Tyson.
[The call ends and now J Mont is at a park all alone with a broken down Lamborghini Urus in Pink. Talk about a shitty scenario. With everything going on in the life of J Mont right now, this is the last thing he needs right now. From the Mens TIA World Title Match, to the WGWF Main Event against Mac Bane, to a Supershow Event and the Grand Finale, the big war in IIW helping represent The Mecca. Most guys in this situation would crumble under the pressure, but this is the time where J Mont strives the best. Put the pressure on him and watch him hit it out of the park like Aaron Judge. There is not a curveball that J Mont cannot hit. Now, with nothing but time on his hands and nothing to do, you know the voices in his head are going to run wild now. Walking away from the Urus, J Mont approaches the front of the park and before he enters, he takes a seat on the wooden bench.]
J Mont: A day in the life of J Mont. It never stops. From Family, to Business, To Disagreements, To Business Deals, to Problems, to The Wrestling Industry. There is never a dull moment. And if you have been paying attention to social media and the paparazzi, you know the amount of heat on me right now. From IIW to WGWF to just anyone in the business. The list of people that want to take me out is longer than Diana Armstrong’s mails which is almost 19 feet long. And if you are not good with measurements, then go to Home Depot and ask them how long 19 feet is. I've been told to learn to pick and choose my battles, but that's just not J Mont. Doing what I want, when I want has always been my way. And it has worked for over 20 years, so why change now? The doubters can kiss my Italian ass and suck off a Honda Civic Sport tailpipe. I know who is in my corner and who is not. Not counting Mia and Baby G, my corner is small but that's how I like it. You can't trust many people in the business. But when it comes to The Mecca, we are a family with a million different personalities that just work. Sure a lot of them disagree with how I do things, but they know I will have their back when it matters. I think Kim Pain has cursed me out 454545645345 times. I think Xavier Lux has muted me 45453454 times. I think Bam Miller has hung up on me 45454456 times and Fred Debonair is tired of hearing me say I'm his Kryptonite in this business. But when that bell sounds and the war is on, we are a unit that gels together and will get the job done. Shaun Hart has the easy job here. Sit back and watch THE MECCA hand him the keys to the kingdom which is the IIW. But in order to take the Kingdom from Osh, we will have to take out his so-called hired guns. More like water pistols to me from the 99 cent store.
[J Mont finally removes himself from the bench and walks through the entrance of the park. Looking around, he sees a lot of kid playgrounds, a nice garden, a walk bridge, a large play grass area, a small pool and some water rides.]
J Mont: This is almost like a retirement home for the kids. Must be nice to be young again. No worries. No bills. No major issues. Shit, eat and sleep. Something that John Cavanagh is going to get used to AGAIN. I cannot believe he had the balls to come back after I took his World Title and embarrassed him in front of the whole world. I will give you credit John. I didn't think for one second that it was you behind all those masked attacks. Hitting 2 key points in my life that are very important to me. My family and money. But don't get it twisted John, you messed up. Your attacks were all half ass. See, if i was going to do what you did, i would have kidnapped the fiance and baby. And when it comes to the G Wagon, I would have blown that bitch up in your driveway. You see John, you're a baseball fan, so you will understand when I tell you that you are at best a AAA player. You are that guy that gets called up every once in a while to help when an injury occurs, but can never truly stick because you don't get the job done. Whereas I am a Major League All Star. A Triple Crown Champion. I get the job done from all angles and parameters. I know you are back to try to reclaim your World Title and kiss Osh’s ass as well, but let me make one thing clear. At first if you don't succeed, try again is the slogan that most go by. But what is the remix of that slogan? John Cavanagh did not succeed the first time and tried again, but once again did not succeed.
DUST YOURSELF OFF AND TRY AGAIN!
J Mont: John, as long as I have this World Title around my waist, you will never see it again. You might as well focus on the Mac Bane and Maverick Tatum International Title match because that's about as close as you will ever get to gold again. But, don't get me wrong, I know you are going to do everything in your power to show OSH that you still got it and try to represent him to the best that you can. But what happens when you fail OSH? Do you try to jump me again? Do you try to steal my lawn mower from the garage? Do you play mailbox baseball with my mailbox? John, I am ready for anything you have to throw at me. I know you're out there lurking and ready to strike and get back to the top of the mountain. I already knocked you off the mountain and I'm standing tall. Your best bet is to stay where you are because if you ever get back in the ring with me one on one, it's going to be the end of John Cavanagh once and for all. You wanted the SMOKE last time and you choked on it. Quit smoking and find a new hobby. Or better yet, buy the IIW wrestling game for PS5 and create a character of yourself and make it a 100 rating. That’s about the only way you will ever see victory over me. You chose to represent Team Osh, and that's a mistake you will have to live with for the rest of your life. But look at the bright side, at least you can say you were in another Main Event with J Mont when your grandchildren ask about your wrestling career, if you can call it one.
[J Mont decides as he waits for the phone call on the update of the flatbed driver, to stroll down the beautiful walkway, where you can take in some nice scenery and a breath of fresh air.]
J Mont: Not only do I have to worry about Cav kissing Osh’s ass to get back in his good graces, I cannot forget a man who has a Key that he won. I know that he has to wait until Maverick makes a decision, but having a golden ticket in your back pocket is always a good thing. I know Aiden Cain thinks he is the next big thing in the IIW and wrestling industry, but he is forgetting that J Mont is not going anywhere. Sure I'm 42 and he is 25, but the scary part is that the last year and half has been some of my best work in the ring. I'm aging like a fine wine. And did anyone truly do a background check on Aiden? They say he is 25, but he looks about as old as Jentzen Ramirez who is 16. Should I call you Luke from Star Wars or Beau from The Lurking Man? Now Aiden, I don't want you to try any funny stuff here and pull a fake ID on me like your McLovin, the organ donor from Hawaii so I get charged with assault of a minor. I will make sure before this match you are a legit 25 and Legal. Because one thing with J Mont is that I always do my homework. I know enough about you Aiden, that I'm not really concerned about you. I'm glad you get to get a first hand look at the World Champ because after you get these hands and a JKO, I know you won't be dumb enough to use that key on me. But if you are dumb enough, just ask your partner Cav what happened after. He went into a deep depression and disappeared for a little. If you want to come at me, I will make sure that the JKO I hit you with sends you all the way back to Louisiana. And if anyone knows anything about a Brother's Betrayer, just ask my brother Paul. I truly hurt him with a betrayal but we are back on the same page now. So I already know how to overcome that in and out of the ring. And The Mark of Cain is going to be a failure just like the movie called More Dead Than Alive. The reviews it got graded it around a B. I will give you that Aiden. You are a B Player. You're not terrible, but you're not elite. You should be happy with that grade I gave you. And I know you are chasing dreams of one day being a World Champion, but not on my match. If you want to catch things, then I recommend going to the marina, joining a softball team and catching some fly balls. Because if you think for one moment I'm going to let a little punk ass bitch beat me or even take my title, you have another thing coming. Take that key, and get it framed because if you use it on me, you are just wasting an opportunity. You have been warned Aiden.
[So much for a nice walk as the thoughts running through J Mont’s mind are of anger and violence. As he ends up on the other side of the walkway, he sees the small pools that are here. They are definitely kids pools as you see parents playing with their kids who are wearing arm floaties to make sure they don't drown, but the crazy mind of J Mont has him thinking about one man now that word drowning crosses his mind.]
J Mont: Max, Max, Max. The man that just cannot get off my nuts. I will give you credit where it's due. You keep trying to take me out but you fail worse than the Philadelpah 76ers attempt to build a winner around Joel Embiid. When are you going to give up Max? I thought you moved on when you went to war with Fred Debonair and finally won the UK title. But you still cannot keep my name out of your mouth. I'm like an ACE on the mound Max. Call me Wild Thing Vaughn and you are Jack Parkman. The man that thinks he can hit a homerun off anyone. But, let's go down memory lane since you fail to remember how you keep missing.
Strike 1: 99 Miles Per Hour Fastball. Swing and Miss. That was the triple threat match when I was the International Champion. A Title I still have not lost to this day technically.
Strike 2: 99 Miles Per Hour Fastball. Swing and foul ball to the backstop. So close Max, but still came up short in the Ice Crown Rumble where I outlasted you and 28 other people to get my number one contenders match for the World Title which I cashed in and won. I know you saw that and it eats you up inside.
Strike 3: 102 Miles Per Hour Fastball. Im bringing the heat at Worlds Collide Max and im going to strike you out in your attempt at trying to take me down. The first 2 times I brought 99 percent of the heat, but for Shaun Hart and The Mecca, I'm bringing 102 percent and you are going to feel it.
J Mont: Now Max, don't take this as me saying you Suck and that you can never beat me. Maybe one day when I am 85 years old with 2 hip surgeries you might be able to take me down. But right now, I'm on the top of my game and know what I need to do when you get in front of me. I have been there before so there won't be any surprises. You are pretty predictable Max. You try to get in my head with your bullshit verbiage but you're forgetting that J Mont is the king of mind games and words. I will give you a little bit of credit because you beat Fred, but like I said, you got lucky on one night. If you think you are getting lucky at the Worlds Collide, you have another thing coming. You have a better chance of playing Powerball or Mega Millions and winning than stopping The Mecca. And you know there are 2 kinds of luck.
GOOD LUCK
BAD LUCK
J Mont: We all know I'm going to tell you good luck in the match because that's just the nice guy in me but your fate is going to be sealed with bad luck when that bell rings and you see The Mecca standing tall. What are you going to do Max when you STRIKE OUT against me?
[Sure J Mont’s Yanks have been struggling and maybe it's time he called them up to become their new starting pitcher. But as J Mont walks by the pools and see’s all the happy families, it makes him once again think of someone else in his way.]
J Mont: Don't think I forgot about you Tyler. You may think I don't know about you or paid any attention, but I had to listen to Fred talk about you a bunch of times over dinners and drinks. So, if you think you are going to walk in here and surprise me with anything, you have another thing coming. Former International Champion and been in a War Games match before so i will give you a little credit. But just a little and that is something that I have heard a lot of the ladies saying about you too. And I already know Tyler, you want to get your hands on Fred because you feel betrayed when he turned on you and joined Chris Page to win the Tag Team Titles from you. But that was a lesson Tyler. Fred was teaching you a lesson about being one step ahead. A motto I love to live by as well. And unfortunately for you, I already know what I'm going to do to you and it's something that may haunt you for the rest of your life. I'm going to talk so much shit to you in the ring that you lose your mind and go crazy and before you know it, you get hit with a JKO and laid out. But between the impact of my finisher and all the venom I spit into your direction, you are going to end back up at the psychiatric ward. Your weakness is my biggest gain. You are not mentally ready to be in this war Tyler. You have too many issues right now and you cannot handle what is about to happen to you. You are overstepping your boundaries here. I promised Fred that I wouldn't totally kill you, but I know once we are in that ring, all I'm thinking about is winning and sending you back to the loony bin. Maybe they will do Ace Ventura, Pet Detective Part II because you would be the perfect actor to portray him. Wearing that mumu and tiara, dancing around with your pink shirt and combat boots. That pretty much sums you up Tyler. You're a nut job that is stepping into the ring hoping that I knock some sense into you. I'm going to knock something into you alright. It’s going to be a J Mont Punt that is going to send your head all the way back to Los Angeles and hopefully it doesn't get run over with all the freeway traffic. And one more thing Tyler. There is only one Zen Master in the world of professional sports and that's Phil Jackson. How dare you compare yourself to a legendary hall of fame coach like that. He has won 11 Titles as a head coach and just for using his nickname, i'm going to have to send you a message and it's not going to be pretty. I'm pretty sure this is going to truly send you back to the looney bin. But you asked for this Tyler.
JKO JKO JKO JKO JKO JKO JKO JKO JKO JKO JKO
J Mont: 11 JKO’s as a tribute to Phil Jackson. Sorry Fred, but this asshole needs to be taught a lesson first hand.
[While the anger is really setting in on the mind of J Mont, he has been walking around for a while now and has made a big circle. Right back where it all started at the entrance way but this time, standing where it says Exit.]
J Mont: It’s about that time and I should be getting this call any minute. But before I leave, I cannot forget to let Scotty Adams know that he is a moron for choosing to side with Osh in his big return. But was it a big return? I really didn't give a shit to be honest. Just another guy coming back trying to get clout and money by using my name. I cannot wait to show you face to face Scotty just in who the hell i am. I am the IIW World Champion and leader of The Mecca for a reason. I could go on and on about all the accolades and Titles i have won over the last few years since I came back, but the most important thing to me right now is getting the power of the IIW back in the hands of Shaun Hart and The Mecca. I will not let my family down in and out of the ring. You need to pack your bags after Team Osh’s loses this war and head back to Australia. Go enjoy the driest continent on earth. Go examine the Great Barrier Reef a little more since it's regarded as the world's largest living organism. And go play some golf there if you can still swing your arm after this war. A 850 miles long golf course is pretty impressive, but I cannot say the same about you. The only success out of Australia in my eyes is Chris Hemsworth, Hugh Jackman, Heath Ledger and maybe a few others. And I'm about to turn off the lights in Melbourne with a JKO on that's going to cause a power outage for months. You chose your bed Scotty, now you have to lay in it.
[J Mont takes a deep breath and calms down for a moment.]
J Mont: This is a war and I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else. I have the best of the best with me. Bam, Kim, Fred and Xavier. Talk about having some soldiers by your side. I don't think Team OSH realizes what they are in store for. The Mecca is here to stay for a very long time. Osh is going to have to find a new career or hobby. It would be funny to see Osh standing at the front of a Target, wearing a red vest greeting everyone as they come in. The War has been declared and all that is left now is for The Mecca to end it and put themselves on the list as one of the biggest wars ever WON.
[Just then, the call he has been waiting for arrives.]
Jerry: Hey J, i'm in the parking lot and backed up to the Urus. Tyson told me the situation.
J Mont: I will be right there. I'm exiting the park right now.
[J Mont starts to speed walk because he just wants to get this day over with and get back to his family. When he arrives at the Urus, he sees Jerry Already getting it loaded onto the flat bed.]
J Mont: Damn that was quick.
Jerry: That is why we are the best, just like you and The Mecca.
J Mont: You watch the IIW?
Jerry: Huge fan. I hate that Osh and Cav. 2 complete douchebags.
J Mont: I will make sure to take the trash out for you.
[In between that quick conversation, Jerry got the Urus onto the flatbed in record time. J Mont hops into the passenger seat of the truck while Jerry gets in the driver seat. As the truck takes off to the repair shop, J Mont knows what has to be done and the only way that he can lose is if someone kills him and that is not going to happen. As the truck drives farther and farther away, it's pretty much gone and that is going to be the same fate of Team Osh. They are going to get taken out on stretchers instead of a truck and be gone. Never go against The Mecca.]
WE DIDN'T CROSS THE LINE, WE MADE IT!
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“I always get caught in the rain… You say you love me, But you’ll never change” Saturday May 13th, 2023 Hell’s Kitchen, New York The Sunrise Motel
The IIW faithful were greeted to a hint of static prior to the sound of constant clicking from a high powered camera. The scene opens to a balding, overweight man in a white button up shirt holding a camera. The middle aged man spoke.
Camera Man: I guess Andy has a thing for a little brown sugar, huh Jason?
Located directly behind the apparent law enforcement officer sits a man with a pair of headphones who is taking notes in a notepad. He looks at his wrist watch.
Jason: 11:37 a.m., Andrew Donahue exits the Sunrise Motel with Latonya Harris.
The man with the camera continued to click away as Andy was seen embracing a curvaceous, light skinned African-American woman that appeared to be in her mid twenties.
Camera Man: That’s her name? Man, see the ass on that one? No wonder that meat head has an Irish flag doo-rag on.
Jason: You’ve got to be kidding me. An Irish flag doo-rag?
Clark: Yeah, wait ‘til you see these photos later. I’m gonna get a close up of Latasha…
Jason: Latonya…Latonya Harris.
Clark: What she do to get her name on our radar?
Jason: She was Rolando Sandoval’s girlfriend.
Clark: Wait? Isn’t he…
Jason: The Latin Kings’ Inca.
Clark: Inca?
Jason: Clark, I know you’re kind of new to the gang unit but the Inca is the leader of the Latin Kings in a certain area, Rolando Sandoval is the Inca for all members on the West Side of Manhattan.
Clark: That doesn’t sound too good for these Irish boys.
Jason: No, it doesn’t, he’s got a temper.
The clicking continued as the scene showed the rather ridiculously dressed Andy Donahue stepping into his pearl white BMW and taking off into the traffic of Manhattan.
Saturday May 13th, 2023 Hell’s Kitchen, New York The Blarney Stone Irish Pub & Grill
The scene cuts back to static briefly before reopening to the leader of The Celtic Club, John Cavanagh, seated in a booth across from his brother, Trigger. The Cavanaghs’ fine establishment hasn’t changed much since the last time the IIW faithful were allowed inside. The same randomly strewn about Irish decor, too many bottles of whiskey to count, a few random thugs with hard stares playing pool and sitting at the bar but there was one thing that was CLEARLY absent–the IIW World Heavyweight Championship.
Trigger Cavanagh: I gotta admit Johnnie Boy, that shit felt great.
John Cavanagh: Of course, always good to get one over on a self-centered prick.
Trigger Cavanagh: Don’t I got a joke for you guys, my car was fireproof!
John Cavanagh: This dude really needs to just have the balls to finally admit when he’s been outsmarted. You really think that reaction of his when we burnt that bitch was that of a man who knew his car was fireproof?
Trigger Cavanagh: His bitch ass looked like he was ready to break down into tears like some little school girl that night.
John Cavanagh: Then all of a sudden its “fireproof”, yeah ok fuck boy. Some birds just have to feel as if they’re HIM regardless of the situation. Sit there kicking the bottom rope, screaming your head off, making that hideous mug of yours all scrunched up leading to a level of trauma to children equivalent to seeing a beached whale naked and you’re gonna try to play it off like that two weeks later? Sounds to me like somebody decided he had to save face so badly that he reached into his bank account of never ending funds and copped himself a new ride.
Trigger Cavanagh: I can’t believe them dumb bastards. Every single person in that crew, they ain’t got a clue on what the fuck they’re doing. Bam Miller is just their little whipping boy so that the rest of the cock suckers can run away with their tail tucked between their legs.
John Cavanagh: Exactly what I’m always trying to get at. Let others take the fall, hit the highway and then claim that you’re “the man”. I shouldn’t be surprised though, in reality none of us should, we known Fred Debonair longer than any of them. You know the saying…
Trigger Cavanagh: Birds of a feather.
John Cavanagh: Flocked together. But, at Worlds Collide, I got the chance to line all of those little pigeons up in a row and blast them right out of the sky before they can shit on anything else in the IIW.
Trigger Cavanagh: I think they’ve already kinda left enough feces around the place so you’re pretty much doing a public service at that point.
John Cavanagh: I gotta admit, even though I’m riding into battle with an entirely different crew at the show…it was refreshing to hit that ring with you and Andy at the same time.
Trigger Cavanagh: Just like the old days, kicked some ass, watched some bitches run away…ain’t that kinda the summary of our life story?
The two brothers laughed, sharing a rare peaceful moment together. While it was always a welcome time to John to have moments like this, he quickly snapped back into reality.
John Cavanagh: Speaking of Andy, where the fuck is he?
Trigger Cavanagh: I don’t know…the gym? What the fuck else does he do?
As if the Devil himself had heard the conversation, a beam of light shoots across the bar, briefly illuminating John’s face and the back of Trigger’s head. The camera panned to show the random thugs at the bar and pool table with each of the six men reaching for the small of their backs or their waist until they saw it....
Andy Donahue: Wuddup my fellow potato eaters!
The room bursted into laughter, all except Johnnie Boy, his face looked as if it had been smeared with a butter called “confusion” as he stared at Andy Donahue in his customary jeans and a tank top but the Irish flag doo-rag on his head…that was a new addition.
Andy Donahue: What the fuck is so funny?
The boys near the pool table were whispering to one another while the goons near the bar faded to a minor chuckle, a head shake and another round of Jameson shots. Trigger waved his hand while John continued his dumbfounded stare.
Trigger Cavanagh: Nothing man, everything’s normal.
Trigger looked to John who had finally been provided a sufficient amount of time to process the lunacy that was occurring before his very eyes.
John Cavanagh: What the fuck are you wearing?!
Andy Donahue: Some True jeans, the kicks are Bred 1s and I don’t know, a tank top, probably Fruit of the Loom. If you mean the cologne, it's Versace Eros.
John Cavanagh: You’re gonna pretend that I wanted to know the designer of you’re wardrobe right now?
Andy, never the brightest tool in the shed, couldn’t fathom what his boss was trying to get at.
John Cavanagh: You get your hair dyed and extensions put in or some shit?
Andy Donahue: No, why would you think that?
John Cavanagh: I don’t know man, there’s some new addition to your head.
The Heir Apparent stopped for a moment, he thought about it long and hard and then his eyes moved upward as if he was attempting to look at his doo-rag.
Andy Donahue: Ohhhhhhh!
John Cavanagh: Yeah…don’t think too hard, I don’t think you’ve worked out that muscle in a while.
Andy Donahue: You like it?
Trigger Cavanagh: I mean, it provides comical value everytime we look at you.
Andy Donahue: Why man? This is like my crown now. It’s like I’m a king or some shit.
John Cavanagh: That’s a pretty extreme take on that, hate to crush your dreams and all but you ain’t no king. Where the hell did you even get that?
Andy Donahue: From Latonya.
Trigger Cavanagh: She bought you an Irish flag doo-rag?
John Cavanagh: Who the fuck does that girl think you are? Vince McMahon?
The Cavanagh brothers and the rest of the goons break into laughter once more. It was clear that no one in the watering hole was appreciating Andy Donahue’s newly acquired swag.
Andy Donahue: You guys are just mad that I’m drippin’.
Trigger Cavanagh: Only time you’re drippin’ is at the gym, Andy.
John Cavanagh: Dripping has some different meaning than I know, huh?
Trigger Cavanagh: Yeah, you got on some nice clothes, you’re looking flashy.
John Cavanagh: Yeah, ain’t nobody drippin’ around here. We haven’t been drippin’ since Joe and Fred decided to fuck me out of my championship before they ate each other’s assholes.
Andy Donahue: We’ll get it back, boss.
John Cavanagh: Oh, I am one hundred fucking percent certain that we will get it back. That belt isn’t property of The Mecca–it’s property of IIW and as far as I’m concerned I am IIW nowadays. Whether I’m currently in the squared circle or I’m home letting my wounds heal–I am the face, the heart and the soul of that goddamn promotion! We start the journey back to hanging that strap above the bar next week at Worlds Collide when Team Osh gives The Mecca their first true defeat.
Andy Donahue: Finally…
Trigger Cavanagh: Ain’t like they’ve ever had their first true victory.
John Cavanagh: Clearly haven’t. Everytime one of those slimy bastards are able to pick up a win it seems one of the other ones was able to pick up an assist of sorts. These dumbasses think they’re on a basketball or hockey team. Wrong sport, boys! This is professional wrestling…get in between those ropes and fight your ass off. The best man is coming out with the win until other’s start to stick their nose into places it doesn’t belong. The current World Champion has had brown all over his nose and mouth since the moment he got here. Dude started courting Shaun Hart’s broken heart the second he got here. Next thing you know Fred Debonair, king of the “I can’t make it on my own so I always find someone to play second fiddle to” mentality, found his new meal ticket. Shit, this is some kinda fucked up love triangle, ain’t it? It’s almost like Shaun and Fred had a missing void in their hearts after the last hand picked champion failed and then all of a sudden they found their rebound candidate. Well, I’m actually kinda happy that it worked for them this time around but–I’m going to enjoy watching their monument to J Mont crumble to the ground even more.
Trigger Cavanagh: I doubt we’re the only ones who will enjoy watching that story unfold before our very eyes.
John Cavanagh: Nah, most of that locker room will be loving every moment of it. Just like they loved watching The Mecca finally getting a small dose of their own medicine. Next Sunday night, they’re going to get quite a bit more of it.
Andy Donahue: Just know if they try some funny shit, Trig and I got your back.
John Cavanagh: Yeah, just ya know, don’t bring the doo-rag. Last time an Irishman was wearing a doo-rag on a professional wrestling show it buried an entire brand and destroyed a legacy that wasn’t his to destroy.
Andy Donahue: I don’t get it.
Trigger Cavanagh: The genetic jackhammer…
Andy continued to stare at the Cavanagh brothers, he wasn’t exactly picking up what they were putting down.
John Cavanagh: Vinny Mac, WWECW?
Andy shrugged his massive watermelon shoulders. He didn’t have a clue. John shook his head and hit his forehead with the palm of his right hand.
John Cavanagh: Oh fucking hell…
The scene cut to static briefly.
Monday May 15th, 2023 Hell’s Kitchen, New York West Side Docks
The static came to an abrupt conclusion and was replaced with the sound of a boat’s horn. The scene came into focus showing seagulls flying about in the overcast New York City sky. A man with wavy blonde hair and broad shoulders stood with his back to the camera, looking out at the Hudson River. The man turned revealing himself to be John Cavanagh.
John Cavanagh: It ain’t as beautiful as sitting on a beach in Punta Cana with a fruity beverage and a ninety-five percent naked woman next to you but, it’s a good place to come and kick some thoughts around in your head. Clear the fog a bit, ya know? I been coming down here a lot lately. Lots of my people worked these docks, plenty of them died trying to keep these docks in our hands. Slowly, as the years turned into decades and there was less of us micks calling the West Side of Manhattan home, the goombahs were able to come in and take over most of it. We still got a little sliver for ourselves, just like we still got a little sliver in a few other unions around the City but let’s face it–us micks dominating the entire landscape of the Big Apple is but a vague memory of a long gone and sometimes forgotten past. I think that about that, I think about history, I think about my life, my career…both of them actually. It’s a bitch when you take a look around and realize that everything you’ve built can be undone by the actions of a handful of miserable fucks. That’s all it takes really. A handful of people conspiring for your downfall and all your hard work vanishes into thin air. It’s happened in every line of work…why wouldn’t the same shit happen in professional wrestling? You just never think it could be you receiving the shitty end of the stick–and then one day you’re smelling something foul in front of your face.
The One Man Dynasty spit to the ground, the gaze he produced showing an intensity that hadn’t been seen in John’s eyes in quite sometime–probably since Red Alert 2023. He shook his head once or twice, as if that alone could make the rage disappear.
John Cavanagh: You know they say that there are two things that are guaranteed in life—death and taxes. You can now add a third to that list—Johnnie Cav representing Osh Vaughan in War Games. In 2022 we won Osh control of the company. In 2023 we go to war for the heart and soul of this promotion! It’s beginning to sound a bit cliche, ain’t it? It seems as if there is always some kind of motley band of dudes trying to enforce some hostile takeover. Same shit, different Pamper, huh? Whether it’s the inmates trying to run the asylum or some outside entity that took over…it’s like some never ending story repeating on the same loop. It can get a bit frustrating, can’t it? It must be frustrating as a fan watching at home because it sure as shit was frustrating for me to watch while I was on the sidelines. Week after week J Mont, Shaun, Fred and the rest of their little lap dogs would come out, parade around like they were God’s gift to the sport of professional wrestling, run their mouths like the little cowards they are and ya know what I thought? Netflix is already pissed at the amount of subscribers they’re losing and this kind of programming from IIW–it’s just exacerbating that situation. J Mont as IIW World Champion has been, at best, a Diesel run during the New Generation Era. Yeah, he’s got the belt, cool, but nobody really gives a shit. Nobody looks to J Mont as if he is some kind of hall of fame caliber talent, nobody is sitting there saying “now that’s someone I want to get in the ring with and beat” and no, Joey, it ain’t because the locker room is afraid of you and your “talent”, no buddy, I’m sorry, actually it’s quite the opposite. Everybody and their mother is fully aware that you and The Mecca are going to cheat your way into getting the job done…again.
Hell’s Kitchen’s Favorite Son tossed his hands into the air, shrugging his shoulders at the same time as if to say “where’s the lie?”
John Cavanagh: Maybe I shouldn’t point out all of that shit out to the masses. It probably hurts some feelings. I’m sure that arrogant piece of shit J Mont isn’t liking what he’s hearing–if he even takes a moment to listen. I’m sure Fred Debonair is, as he has done for the majority of his career, cursing the fact that I continue to exist. Shaun Hart is probably having some sort of a nervous breakdown as he has nightmares of a future where good old Johnnie Cav is once again the man wearing the World Championship. Bam Miller’s sadistic mind is probably actually counting down the minutes until he’s getting his ass kicked to save the rest of The Mecca again, I heard he’s into some kinky dominatrix shit so that kinda makes sense. Xavier Lux and Kim Pain…I mean, y’all didn’t actually do much to piss me off yet, but you two morons can go suck a dick with AIDS on the tip as well. Yeah, that’s right, Johnnie Cav don’t give a shit about any of your feelings and I don’t give a rat’s ass about being politically correct in the year 2023. I mean, as the old expression goes, all is fair in love and war and that is exactly what we have on our hands boys and girls! We have a war playing out in front of our very eyes between a group desperately in search of power and the group of wayward souls that drifted together out of their love for IIW and hatred of The Mecca. As I said children, we have love and war. While this war has been simmering for quite some time, its origins traced back to events that occurred over a year ago, this powder keg is just about prepared to erupt. Now when Archduke Franz Ferdinand gets his melon split and the Balkans that the IIW has become finally erupts this Sunday night at Worlds Collide—just like the war to end all wars, it’s going to be one hell of an ugly sight. Just like The Great War it will fail to live up to its moniker because we all know this company will act just like the great empires of old—it will all cool down for a bit before erupting into something far bigger, something much worse…but let’s save the doom and gloom for another day, shall we?
The leader of The Celtic Club smiled for a brief second as he gathered his thoughts. He took a deep breath, his shoulders rising. The overcast day began to provide a slight drizzle.
John Cavanagh: Before we can live in the hell that tomorrow will bring, we first must make it through the nightmare that the present has afforded us all. When those two cages encircle those two rings, after all ten of the competitors have entered that structure, then and only then will the nightmare finally become a reality. Twenty fists, twenty feet, ten minds, two teams…all the variables in the world. This is the kind of match that can change a competitor for the rest of their career. This match is something most athletes will do their best to avoid at all cost. It takes a sick kind of puppy to come back for more year after year. While some of you may decide to write this Irish mick off because you haven’t had the privilege of sharing the ring with me yet, I am that sick kind of puppy. That’s an unfortunate turn of events for Team Mecca. See, Team Mecca likes to live with the idea that they have the hellhound on their team–they like to think of Bam Miller as that guy. Bam Miller likes to cut promos as if he is that sick puppy, he likes to go into matches with the idea that he’s just going in there to hurt somebody–but we all know it's an act. All you need to be is a casual follower of the IIW to realize that Bam Miller is nothing more than a glorified job guy. He’s the guy that J Mont can feed to the wolves, the guy that stays back to take the ass beating while his buddies go hit the showers and do whatever they can to stroke one another’s…egoes. That’s the entire purpose of the group, right? Help each other win championships and hold onto them by sacrificing people like Bam Miller or that other mo-mo Goliath…is he even still around? I can’t tell there are too many of you guys nowadays. Y’all must use asexual reproduction to keep springing up all over the place, it’s kind of creepy if I can be completely frank with you guys.
The former World Champion rubbed his hands together as the moisture began to build on his skin. He had been savoring his next opportunity to get his hands on some members of Team Mecca and the night was quickly approaching.
John Cavanagh: When J Mont took the World Championship from me it was almost as if he and Fred were doing their best impersonation of Flair and Double A. Maybe that’s a little bit too much credit–let’s call them Wish.com Ric Flair and Arn Anderson. Two guys doing their best to commit something akin to the IIW’s heist of the century. Some may call it so, but I’ve embraced it as my opportunity to finally rid myself of this enterprise. It’s clear as day that The Mecca has overstayed its welcome and the alliance that has formed against you is going to knock the evil empire to its knees. I know it won’t ever die until J Mont loses his championship and Shaun Hart loses every ounce of authority–I can’t guarantee the latter but I’ll do everything I can to make sure the first occurs right after me and my new compatriots take out the J Mont, Fred Debonair and their three pawns this coming Sunday. Don’t worry you guys, I won’t be looking past this War Games match to the next time I have J Mont one on one. All Scotty, Max, Tyler and Aiden need to know is that Johnnie Cav has all of their backs one hundred and ten fuckin’ percent as long as they have mine. Max and Tyler have their own separate histories with me–if we work as a team all will be fine. Osh assembled this squad, I’m going to remain focused on the task at hand and do what we gotta do for Osh Vaughan for the second year in a row. To you four, make sure you hold up your end of the bargain as well. But now the question becomes…will Team Mecca be able to do the same? Let’s face it, there are a whole shit ton of self-esteem issues and oversized egos when it comes to Team Mecca…once they’re in a five on five situation with no one able to give them a numbers advantage, they’re going to find out how weak they all are on an individual level one by one. The only question is–which will be the one to take the pinfall or submission? Well, that’s actually not as hard to figure out as we all think. That one will be Bam Miller. That’s his fucking job of course, it’s already been well documented so let’s move on. Xavier Lux and Kim Pain. It’s not that I really want to hurt you two, it’s not that I feel you both deserve a vacation in a hospital bed, it’s just that the situation dictates it. If y’all just stayed in your own goddamn lanes and didn’t come into mine there wouldn’t be any issue between us–that’s your problem now. I’m not the one that came into this profession to win a popularity contest and have a bunch of friends like all of you people in The Mecca. Johnnie came to kick ass and cash checks and that’s just what this potato eating mick plans on doing at Worlds Collide. I’d just advise the two of you to stay the fuck out of my way whenever possible and maybe you’ll only leave the cage with a sore body and a few lacerations.
Cavanagh turns his back to the camera once more as the drizzle begins to pick up a bit. He looked out into the Hudson. A lot of problems had been solved in the Hudson over the years…sometimes he thought maybe J Mont could use a nap with the fishes as well.
John Cavanagh: Let me touch on the current reigning IIW World Champion, King Douchenugget himself, J Mont. How convenient it was to have a fire proof vehicle Joe? Make sure you’re prepared for everything? Really? There you go trying to prove how goddamn smart you are just to prove your own stupidity on the same show. Later that night—Mister Ready for Whatever and his Pendejo Posse ran like the little cockroaches they are when good old Johnnie Cav and the crew made their return. Just remember Joe, you may have defeated me when it was one on one but without Fred Debonair you did absolutely nothing other than giving me a nice training session. Plenty of people like you exist in this profession, hell I used to be a prick just like you, and that’s probably why I’m the perfect enemy to lead this charge. You may want to sit back and think that Johnnie Cav is going to play George Custer to lead Team Osh into Custer’s Last Stand but you couldn’t be further from the truth. Johnnie Cav and Team Osh are about to storm the goddamn beaches of Normandy, there’s going to be some casualties but when the smoke clears Team Mecca is going to be retreating back towards home where you think you’ll be safe. While you and your allies will live to fight another day there won’t be an inch of your bodies that won’t be feeling the ass whooping that awaits you all on Sunday night. The sad part for all of them is that they’ve been naive and ignorant enough to follow you into this No Man’s Land that awaits us all. We all know your plan, be the last man to enter the cage so you, hopefully, receive the least amount of punishment. I’m prepared for that and I’m prepared to be as patient as possible to get my hands on you the moment you enter that bitch. And let’s be real J, you’re fully aware of what is going to happen when that occurs. Johnnie is going to get his pound of flesh and J Mont is going to be spending some of his infinite cash on some fancy new veneers. You’ve been bragging about a hostile takeover and you’re so brainless that you can’t even realize that hostile takeovers are inherently doomed to failure. Just ask the United States government. Vietnam? Afghanistan? Iraq? Hell you could even argue the same regarding the War of 1812–nobody won but the Americans made sure the British didn’t conquer them…and the Canadians could say the same regarding the American invasion of Canada. Regardless of how many resources are thrown at the occupation at some point it must come to an end, as long as people keep fighting there is no way to ever conclusively win. The resources get spread too thin and that is a lesson I am going to help teach you at Worlds Collide.
Johnnie looked up to the sky, taking a moment to formulate his next train of thoughts. He wanted to make sure that J Mont and the others knew exactly what kind of battle they were getting themselves into this Sunday night.
John Cavanagh: I hate to rain on your parade J but the takeover that The Mecca has initiated has yet to fully occur and after Sunday night maybe it will finally be clear to you that it’s never going to happen. You pathetic sacks of shit will never be able to fully quell the fighting spirit of people like myself and I can’t see Osh Vaughan bending over and letting you fuck him in the ass the way Shaun Hart does. So while I’m unable to fully speak for Aiden, Scotty, Tyler and Max–I can say that as long as myself and the rest of The Celtic Club are around you will never be able to fully conquer the IIW. I don’t give a shit how many other douchebags want to follow you into battle, I don’t give a damn how many people I have to go through–I will be the one to destroy The Mecca and I will be the first person to humble you in the entirety of your miserable existence on God’s green Earth. The weeks have disappeared into days, the days will soon turn into hours, then minutes and then finally to seconds–enjoy every last one of those seconds you have because once we are both inside of that cage, it is the last time you will be the same J Mont that you are at this very moment. You’ve never dealt with something as purely evil as a crossed Johnnie Cav. I won’t stoop to the levels that Fred Debonair can speak of from back in our youth together but I will show you what happens when you fuck around with Johnnie Cav. I’ll see you on Sunday.
Cavanagh put his head down and walked out of the view of the camera which then panned to the raindrops dropping onto a puddle that had formed on the pavement as the scene briefly cut to static.
Thursday May 18th, 2023 Hell’s Kitchen, New York Kline’s Gym
The static terminated while reopening to a dark night sky. A dark colored SUV with New Jersey plates drove down the road as the small neon sign reading Kline’s Gym flashed off in the background. The front door of the gym swung open and one of the goons seen the other day at The Blarney Stone opened the door. The scraggly haired man lit a cigarette, his bloodshot eyes and pale skin showed that he didn’t see the Sun much and was probably in deep need of a day without drugs or alcohol entering his system. Behind him stepped Andy Donahue, the personal bodyguard and enforcer of neighborhood boss John Cavanagh.
Andy Donahue: Alright Jimmy, make sure you bring that envelope by The Blarney in the morning for Trig, he’s expecting it.
Jimmy: Yeah, of course.
Andy Donahue: The morning Jimmy! Trig ain’t trying to wait around for you to shake the dog that bit you. Get your shit together.
Jimmy: Hey, I’m earnin’, I’m doin’ what I gotta do.
As the two men continued their discussion the scene cut to a dark colored sedan with New York plates creeping down the road with their headlights on. They crept to a halt at a stop sign before crossing the intersection and killing their lights.
Andy Donahue: You just gotta change the habits my man. Come to the gym afterwards, we will whip you back into shape.
Jimmy: I’m good on that shit Andy. I got all the muscle I need right here.
Jimmy moved his cheap leather jacket to expose his pistol tucked in his waist.
Andy Donahue: That’s why you did that seven year stint.
Jimmy: Gotta do what we gotta do in this life. Johnnie likes having shooters around, not everything comes down to curls and bench press.
The car approached slowly. The two Irishmen were locked in their conversation, they didn’t see what was coming until the car was upon them.
Andy Donahue: Dumb fuck got no lights on. Pigs gonna pull him over.
Jimmy: Too slow for that shit.
Andy Donahue: Huh?
Jimmy peeled his jacket backwards and pulled his pistol as both windows of the passenger side of the sedan slid downwards.
Jimmy: Get behind a fucking car!
Andy dove downwards to the concrete and the car that happened to be in front of him. Jimmy dropped to a knee and aimed. The pistols from the car began to fire as the car continued its slow creep. Jimmy fired four rounds and the gun from the front passenger fell out of the car to the ground. Shots continued from the back passenger with one tearing through Jimmy’s shoulder forcing him to drop his pistol and drop to the ground.
Jimmy: Fuck me! My motherfuckin’ shoulder!
Andy rolled over to his fallen friend as the car could be heard screeching off. Andy looked up to see bullet holes littered into the front of his gym. He was in a trance, he had been working for John Cavanagh for nearly five years now, he had hurt people but he was never shot at, he had never seen anyone shot–now he could say both all in one night. Jimmy’s voice pulled him from it.
Jimmy: Yo asshole! We gotta get me to the Jew to stitch me up.
Andy Donahue: Yeah, yeah, let’s go.
Andy got to his feet and helped up Jimmy. Andy helped Jimmy walk over to his BMW that was parked across the street.
Andy Donahue: Great idea to park across the street today, I guess, right?
Jimmy: You see my shoulder?
Donahue looked down to Jimmy’s shoulder which was spurting blood onto Andy’s shirt. His eyes popped.
Andy Donahue: My poor fucking car.
Jimmy: Fuck your cock sucking car!
The scene cut to static.
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Post by kimpain on May 20, 2023 21:08:20 GMT
Kim’s world has been turned upside down and inside out over the past few weeks and it leaves her with some questions that will need to be answered. Questions of loyalty and trust. Both are needed to be able to work as a unit to take down the opposition.. As much of a dupe that they played to convince the world that they were against Joe at one point, that is exactly the sentiment she has going into this match. 5 on 5 War Games match.. But can she trust the snake that is the IIW World Champion Joe Montuori.. No.. But Joe is her teammate.. Conflicting feelings as he is also facing her brother elsewhere soon.. Working with the man that made the injury her friend.. Nah.. Family member had gotten worse.. He broke his arm on tv and laughed.. Don’t you hate it when they do shit against your family and you have to work with them. Welcome to Kim’s world. She had been thinking about it while she knew Mac was on his way to the HG.. She knew he was coming to train and would have plenty of coffee ready for him. At this time she was unsure who was more addicted to coffee Mac, Kat or Kim herself. Back to the problem at hand for her.. Joe was not against using anyone or anything against Mac.. It had gotten extremely personal between the two of them already and Kim had played her part in it as well.. And it would not surprise her in the least if Joe turns on her to get a measure of revenge on Mac.. Being his baby sister would ensure him that he got Mac back for the stunts that he pulled on Joe.. She leaned back in her chair placing her boots on the desk in her office at the HG.. Her fingers tapping on the desk as her mind raced..
She was used to being in the dangerous position of being close to someone that was either loved or hated depending on the mood of the crowd.. She was used to being in the way of their opponents and she had no problem with it.. If she could she would step into the ring herself and take the blows that come with it. She loves them that much. In this case him that much. She is not scared of or impressed by Joe and his actions. She has been in this business for a long time and knows damn well what comes with the job. The door to her office opens and Whisper walks in and sees the look on her face and did not even bother saying anything she just walked up behind Kim and placed her hands on the tight shoulders. She slowly relaxed underneath Whisper’s grip. Kim looks up her warm brown eyes meeting pitch black as Whisper felt what was troubling her.
As Whisper spoke her voice was cold and devoid of emotion. “Do make sure he can not use you as his pawn in the game of chess they are playing.” Kim nodded there was not much else to say.. It was exactly what was bothering her.. The lack of trust excisting between them was by his hands.. Not hers. He should have known better than that. The camera in the corner of her office was always ready as it should be in their line of work and Whisper made her way to it and hit record.
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Seeing Kim sitting in her business get up is not something most people ever get to see but now the world was able to.. Her voice was all business as was her outfit of choice.. The black pants obvious along with her black boots as they rested on the desk. Her legs crossed and the red silk button up shirt only a button or so too much undone.
“Promises… I gave my word before shit went down elsewhere that I would be in the wargames match with Joe.. I always keep my word and so here I am.. Now before we get into the match talk I want to address someone on my own team.. Joseph Montuori.. I know you are facing my brother.. I know what you did to a man that is as close as a brother could be.. If you get any bright ideas about getting a measure of revenge on Mac or use me as your method of getting one over on him just remember this.. I will make damn sure that your precious little baby girl.. GMont.. That she will be your only child. Are we understanding each other.. I have no problem stepping into the ring with you at any point in time. I do not need a title and you can make it a non-title match.. But never use me as your little tool for revenge.. Because mine will leave you with permanent scars. This I promise..”
The devilish smirk on her face and gleaming eyes showed that she was actually looking forward to it. “Try me.. I fucking dare you to..”
Kim put her feet down and sat up straight for the camea.. “Now with that said.. Back to business.. Team Mecca is one filled with talent galor and me.. Team Osh is no less impressive but yet I am not impressed. You had the pick of the litter and that is what you chose. I am looking at Osh for this because I am not seeing the logic in this.. You picked them.. Two men who hate each other.. Not something recent either. Those two have not seen eye to eye for a long time.. Johnny boy and the lesser Debonair. Bound together by a common cause.. Mecca.. But is that flimsy reason going to be enough for them to be able to work together.. I somehow seriously doubt it..”
Kim’s chuckle echoed of the walls of the office.. “Our veteran of the team.. The legend himself.. Mister Scotty Adams.. You should have known better darling.. The moment you were asked you should have known that this team of killers would be waiting for you.. And I am sure all of you are wanting to take down the unit known as Mecca but I don’t think you can.. You see Mecca is a team.. As much as I do not like Joe.. If anyone of your team would try and hurt him. Trust me I totally get why.. But I will be forced to step in and stop it.. I gave my word I would be team Mecca and I will be.. So between you Scotty and your boyband.. Are you sure you can work together long enough to take down the machine that is Mecca.. If I recall right you never were much of a team player..”
Kim raised an eyebrow and smirked before speaking again.. “Maxxie and his little band of idiots have already been on the wrong side of Mecca before and that they are foolish enough to try again. That just shows that intelligence is not something Osh was looking for when he scrambled to scrape together a team.. Yes men is more likely and somehow I never took Scotty to be a yes man.. Should have said no my dear.. And then there is Aiden.. Okay buddy.. Fess up.. What did the big man in charge promise you to get you to accept this match.. Did he promise you a fat paycheck.. Or a bunch of title opportunities in your near future? What else could entice a man to step into the ring with 4 men and a crazy bitch with bloodlust on their minds?”
Kim stood up from behind the desk and walked around to the front, the sick smirk still on her face and she sat on the edge of the large oak desk, her legs crossed as well as her arms. “Do not underestimate me because I am the only woman in this match.. Because this woman has been kicking men’s asses and destroying their precious little ego’s for damn near 16 years and I will not hesitate to squash a legend or destroy a rookie.. I do not give a fuck about any of you and could not care less if your precious little ego’s never recover from the blow that a woman would damage you for life.”
There was a knock on the door and Kim nodded to the person off camera.. “You don’t know me that well yet.. But you will find out like so many have before you.. I am the wrong person to mess with.. Don’t let yourself get distracted by the tits and the ass.. I got them and I will damn sure flaunt them. It does not take away the fact that you have a big problem standing across the ring from you.. That Bane blood in me will demand it from me.. It will demand it’s blood sacrifice.. It will be satisfied.. The question is.. Who’s blood will be quenching the thirst first..”
Whisper hit the button to shut down the camera and Kim walked out of the office and headed to the front where she grabbed a mug and filled it with coffee.. Mac was there.. Kim handed him the coffee and accepted his thanks with a smile on her face. She could tell his mood and the pain that was about to be inflicted was justified.. The symphony of violence Mac conducted upon that idiot that dared to besmirch the good name of those in the HellsGates.. It was beautiful.. She loved watching him work.. She always had. She never looked away from the blood and the gore.. She reveled in it.. She may not have shown the worst of her yet but it was going to come out and play during the Wargames match.. When Mac had finally decided that the poor soul had enough he was handed over to Whisper so she can patch him back up while delivering the fear of death at the same time.. Nobody lectures that fear into you quite like the black haired devil that is Whisper..
Two heavy hands land on her shoulders and Kim leaned back into him. “You seem different mo phiuthar..” His voice was still a little tight and showing the effort it took him to restrain from going back for seconds on that poor idiot Aiden.
“That is because I am..” Kim looked way up because her brother is a big son of a bitch.. Her normally warm brown eyes were darker than usual but dull.. He knows the signs and she could feel him sending a flood of warmth towards her but it did nothing to warm her eyes..
“Not this time mo bhràthair.. Not this time.. This time I am preparing for war.. It did not escape me that I am by far the shortest, lightest and not to mention the only female in this match..” Mac nodded.. A lot of things had been noticed to stack the deck against us.. Be it in the tournament.. Be it in Wargames..
“You know what you have to do..” Her smile answered him more than her words could.. It was not warm and kind.. It was sick and twisted.. Showing exactly which way she was leaning..
“You love these violent matches my sister.. They have no idea what they are in for..” Mac chuckled and Kim’s evil smirk grew wider.. “Indeed.. They have no clue what they have unleashed my brother.. And in doing so signed the fate of their lambs.. They don’t have any idea what is coming their way.. Their champion.. Their prospects.. Their little games.. Let them believe me to be this nice little sexy chick.. As always they will underestimate me.. They will consider me easy prey.. Egocentric idiots like the ones we are facing will always make the same mistakes..”
Kim turned towards her big brother and smiled a fake sweet smile.. “Let them think of the tits and ass and drool over the entrance like any other red blooded male in the audience.. Let them believe that this legend talk is all talk.. Let them pass me over like I was not even in this match.. Ridicule me or belittle my skills.. Talk down on me.. Because of my size.. because of my weight.. Their supposed disadvantages.. Let them.. It will make their screams of pure pain and anguish that much sweeter..” Mac laughed and nodded..
“Aye mo phiuthar.. They have no idea..” Kim smirked and put her hand against his heart.. “A bhràthair, tha a h-uile dad ceart ann an cogadh agus geamannan” She put her hand on his neck and pulled him down pressing her forehead against his and headbutted him gently.. “No mercy my sister.. Show them why you are the harbinger of chaos and torment..” He tapped her head with his forehead and she smirked.. “I will if you bring out the harbinger of violence..”
Their identical smirks and actions show just how close they are. “They don't know.. But they will find out.. That when it comes to unapologetic violence.. We are the most sinister of siblings.. You bring it to Maverick… Get that title.. And I will unleash it on the poor unfortunate souls that agreed to support Osh… While Mecca is going to run them over and show them exactly why there has not been one that had an answer against them.. Nobody has had an answer for us but us.. Let them stack the deck against us newcomers.. New blood.. Whatever else they may call us.. We saw it happen before.. And now they face the biggest problem yet.. You become their new IIW International champion… Mecca concurring their hand picked team…” The sheer bloodlust shining in both their eyes would be enough to make others shiver in despair but not those they surround themselves with.. “Bloodied mayhem, destruction and utter chaos.. I think we are going to be in for a wonderful night…” Mac grabbed Kim close and the words he whispered in her ears were of encouragement.. Fueling her rage and lighting his own.. There will be no mercy had come wargames..
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Kim walked out onto the deck of her mountain home carrying two mugs of steaming hot coffee.. One for her and one for her long time mentor Whisper. Or Becca to those that know her better. Kim’s changed attitude had not gone unnoticed and Becca was testing her mentally as well as physically.. Physically Kim had no issues.. No lingering injuries as many veterans had.. She had been out of the actively competing scene for a long time and it gave her the time to heal what was damaged.. When the two were sitting in the late afternoon sun holding a glass of whiskey and just enjoying the soft sounds of nature around them Whisper looked at her and smiled.. A warm heartfelt smile that softened her dark features quite a bit. Kim raised an eyebrow and the question was clear.. Why are you smiling.. Whisper’s soft voice was as warm as her smile which is rare. “I think it is about time..” Kim frowned for a moment before it hit her.. She nodded..
“It is time Becca.. Probably has been for a while..” Whisper nodded and put her hand on her pupils.. “Kim.. I know you do not fear any man.. But this is something else entirely.. Are you sure?” Kim took a moment.. Sipping from her drink she leaned back in the chair.. “I can not imagine a time where I have been more sure of anything else in my life.. Take me there.. Bring me home..”
Whisper nodded and put her drink down.. She stood up and her 5’11 frame towered over Kim who was still sitting in the deck chair before Whisper knelt down and pressed her forehead firmly against Kim’s.. Her voice softer than normal even as she spoke the words of hell and doom that triggered what was needed.. Kim’s darker nature was suppressed for a long time and as Whisper spoke that dark side returned to her.. “Revel in the pain.. Thrive in chaos.. Enjoy the screams of terror and be who you truly are mo gaisgeach an eu-dòchais.. Mo adhbhar pian.. Mo aingeal .. èirich gu àirde nach fhacas a-riamh." The chants in old scottish gaelic brought out the worst in Kim.. A side not many have seen before.. Even her brother had no idea of what was coming.. He only knew what the chants do.. He himself has been there.. Kim felt herself become colder.. More ruthless.. Uncaring and unbothered.. When her eyes opened the warm brown had fully disappeared.. Pitch black eyes looked into Pitch black eyes and the heavy footsteps of boots on the deck brought out another set of black eyes.. “Tha an t-àm ann” was all Kim said and the Teaghlach nodded as one.. “Let it be heard…” Whisper went inside and grabbed the camera to set it up..
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As it started to record it is only Kim that is seen with the sun setting behind her.. All black outfit making her color streaked hair stand out even more..
“All was done to stop us.. Keep the outsiders on one side of the tournament bracket.. To guarantee that at least one of your own made it to the final.. Keep us all back.. Hope for a miracle.. Did not work so well for you did it.. Mac is in your international title finale.. Your boy Maverick had an easier road with the exception of Fred.. His real challenge will be can he beat Mac motherfucking Bane.. The baddest son of a bitch in the game.. I don’t think he can.. Actually.. I know it.. There is a big difference besides age in that match.. Mac is a legend.. Became so by kicking and beating the shit out of everyone that ever stood in his path.. He is the man to beat.. Maverick still has to prove himself young as he is.. Mac does not have that burden.. He has proven himself in IIW.. In this tournament and in the world of professional wrestling ten times over..
Now IIW.. I have heard the comments that we could be brought in and then had to be kicked out again after War Games.. Surprise! I do pay attention on social media just because I do not react to everything on there does not mean I am not seeing it.. But really.. There is only one way to answer that.. Bitch please! There is nobody that tells me where to go and when to do so.. Especially not some disgruntled IIW veteran that is scared as fuck of losing his little limelight.. Your old asses are not bringing in new fans to the federation.. You are the old grouches that should be sitting in the theater seats grouching away like fucking muppets. I do not give a damn if you like it or not.. We go when we want to go.. And not a moment sooner. Now for the War Games match.. 5 men against 4 men and a woman.. That must have sounded like an easy time for Team Osh.. Let me make this perfectly clear to all 5 of you.. You are fuck out of luck. I do not give a damn if I am in the ring with a woman or with a man.. I will gladly chop your body limbs down to my size.. Fold your aching joints into pretzels and make you scream bloody murder for my entertainment.
I am Kimberly Pain.. That is what I deliver and I do it oh so well.. Playtime and the time for being nice is over.. I am going out there to put a serious hurting on whoever is the unfortunate soul that steps into the ring across from me.. This will come down to which team wants it the most and I always want to hear the screams of pain and agony from my opponents. I am not going to act like you are lesser wrestlers because that is not the case. No.. I am not going to joke around either.. I am giving you the respect you deserve and I know the match is going to be an all out war.. The difference is that we are going into this as a team.. United in our single goal.. The same can not be said for your side.. Trust issues there are plenty.. I do not trust many as it is and I doubt that will change any time soon but I do know that there are consequences coming for those that break that fragile trust.. I am sure that goes both ways as well. I mean you are not exactly the best buddies either.. Scraped together to form a team that is to take on Mecca and hopefully get the job done.. Sorry to disappoint you boys.. But this bitch and the 4 men in team Mecca are coming for your asses and taking you down..
Do I like everyone on the team.. No I don’t.. But I do not have to like everyone to be able to kick ass with them.. Will I work with everyone on my team.. Yes I will.. I gave my word that I will be there and I will come to wage war like no other.. I am no more and no less a member of Mecca and I will gladly dish out my torment on all of you for Mecca..”
Kim smirked and leaned against the railing of the deck crossing her arms and in doing so pushing her chest up..
“Do not make the same stupid mistakes so many others have made before you when facing me.. I am blonde but I am by no means stupid.. I am a female but by no means weak.. And for the love of god do not start on how I am weaker or smaller because I am faster.. And more experienced in facing uphill battles then any of you.. I have been taking down the ego's of over privileged little boys and arrogant hot shot men as well as entitled little bitches and smartass women for the past 16 years.. I am new to IIW.. But I am a ring veteran.. I have forgotten more about this business than you could ever dream of learning.. I have been facing men and women all over the world and I have trained even more.. And that takes me to probably my greatest weapon.. I am a wrestling trainer.. I have been training champions for years and in doing so learned more and more how to predict what moves you do next.. I have been teaching for longer than most of you have been in this business..
Causing screams and reveling in the faces filled with terror when they realize they are coming up short to a smaller female is what I live for.. It has been a part of me my whole life and I am damn near salivating at the opportunity to be the cause of new nightmares.. Do not underestimate me or my drive to cause all of you pain beyond your comprehension. Pain is not just my name.. It is what I do.. And I do it well. Call it a family tradition if you will.. From Whisper.. To me.. To Kat Jones.. To Mac Bane.. It is what we do.. And we are damn good at it.. When you look at them it is more obvious to most.. But when it comes to me.. Most seem to fall for the ruse.. You are looking at a feral wolf in sheep's clothing.. The sexy outfits.. The fancy entrance.. All a trick to ease the minds.. Give them something they want to see.. A hot chick with a hot body that will step into the ring and they think they can get their hands on.. But they will all fall.. They will all feel the true intent.... As I am only here for one thing and one thing only.. Your anguish..”
With that said the scene fades to black on the evil smirk on the face of Kim Pain.. The torment is about to begin….
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Post by Scotty 'Silver Bullet' Adams on May 20, 2023 21:52:43 GMT
"So, here we are."
Scott remarks this, as he sits alone in his empty apartment. Yet, something doesn't feel right about him. He isn't his usual, focused and intense self. Rather, he is extremely subdued, even with what is as stake. Even knowing that this is where it is all set into motion.
Why is that? Well, it's actually not a question that is simple to answer, for there are more to things than what appears on the surface. More than what he has let on, even to Bianca.
"This is where everything is about to take form and operation Remove Mecca enters its final stage."
"It is where all the cards are played once and for all, and only those who can resist the tides survive what is to come."
The words are what he would usually say, but his tone isn't. In fact, there is a hint of sadness in his voice. One that is unexpected when it comes to him. At leasy when it comes to wrestling.
"It is what I have been angling towards ever since I put on the mask. Since I became Mr. Intensity."
He sighs.
"Yet, here I sit, feeling nothing."
He stares forward, his face devoid of any emotion at all. Not uncommon, but it is even stoicer than usual for him. Almost as if he is gorming out.
"I have no emotions for this. I do not care what plays out, for the song is one that has been played many times before."
"I feel nothing towards even those who stand on the opposing side, for they are not the ones I wish for. They are not the ones I seek."
He leans back in his chair, blankly staring forward.
"I feel nothing towards even my teammates."
Another breath.
"I will stand alongside them, but I hold a different end game. This match isn't simply about winning. It's not simply about bringing Osh back into power."
It is then that the first sign of emotion is visible on his face. A slight narrowing of his eyes.
"It never was. Just as it was never about us gaining the advantage."
He reclines further back.
"They are gonna learn that when we step into the ring."
He stands, beginning to walk outta the room.
"I don't need to be the one to get the final fall in order for the statement to be made. All I need to do, is be the one who sets the wheels into motion."
"Some may think that just because I was the one to start it under Osh's banner, then I should be the one to end it, but I don't see it that way. I see it more as setting the table and letting somebody else take the glory."
He smirks.
"Whether it be Max, Tyler, Aidan or John who wishes to strike the killing blow upon Mecca. It is what they deserve. It is what awaits them if they can play their cards right."
He heads towards the front door.
"I'll just play my role."
He opens it, leaving the apartment.
"See you there."
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