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Post by Tristian King on Jul 4, 2023 10:17:26 GMT
Match Two
Non title
Standard Tag Team Match
Gangster Of Christ © vs Pretty Technical
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Post by Gangsters Of Christ on Jul 14, 2023 12:58:36 GMT
It’s been a few months since the Dawson boys were introduced slash required to take part in their father Michael’s family business. No not Lizard Lick Wrestling. The other family business. Running guns for the New Irish Republican Army, or, the New IRA in layman's terms. For those who haven’t been keeping track at home, Michael’s Dawson’s best friend and former war buddy Patrick Duggan with the blessing of the Celtic Council has been working with Michael to run guns in the United States using a port in Pimlico, North Carolina to boat the guns into the states and from there the guns would be transported back to Lizard Lick using an old church van. Who would ever think to pull over a Church Van? Exactly. No one.
Once the guns have been transported by the brothers from Pimlico to Lizard Lick they will then take them to Jimmy B’s autobody where they will load the hardware into a secret vault located below the building and then load the guns into specific vehicles when they are brought in for service. It’s never the same vehicle as that would set off obvious alarm bells should the local authorities ever catch wind of what was going on.
In the few months that Jethro and Gabriel “Pope” Dawson have been helping Micchael with the other family business they have been able to make a few dollars to set aside for a rainy day, which has come in handy since their lack of contracted matches with IIW hasn’t exactly yielded the monetary returns they were expecting. Fortunately as champions their next contract is guaranteed to be not only more lucrative but to include more guaranteed money and less based on things like appearances. Which as fate would have it the Gangsters of Christ has their first IIW appearance in several months as they will be taking on Pretty Technical. But before we get there we join the Dawson boys at the place they call home. The detached apartment above the garage on the Dawson family compound.
“How long do you think we’re going to have to do this Pope?” Jethro asks as he takes a swig of his Coors Light.
“Do what? Help Dad run guns for the Irish?” Pope responds as he looks up from the magazine he’s reading.
“Yeah that. Running guns with Dad. We’ve been doing it for two months and yeah, we’ve made a few bucks, I’m not complaining about that part but I can’t help but feel like the walls are going to close in. That the cops are already on our trail.”
“That’s because that’s what you do. You worry. Just like mom used to. Dad and Patrick have had this operation running without issue for decades. Why would the cops suddenly catch wind of it now just because we are involved? The answer is they wouldn’t. Us working with Dad is just another day at the office as far as the local cops are concerned. Besides, we are basically royalty in this town now that we’ve put it on the proverbial map. Be happy with the money we’ve made and go on living your life. That’s what I’m doing.”
“Sometimes I wish I could be as carefree and live day by day like you do Pope but it’s just not in me. No matter how hard I try.” Jethro remarks as he crumples up his empty beer can and tosses it into the trash can about 5 feet from where he is sitting.
“It is pretty great isn’t it. Look bro I am not qualified to shrink you into thinking like I do and honestly even if I could I don’t think i’d want to. That would be really annoying but what I can do is try and reassure you. Like I said, this has been going on for decades without issue and if for some reason the cops or the feds ever caught on we’d just lay it all on Dad and cut a deal.”
“What?” Jet says as he pushes himself up in his seat. “You want us to turn on Dad? What is wrong with you?”
“Turn on Dad? Cutting a deal isn’t turning on Dad. We are ONLY in this predicament because of Dad. We weren’t given a choice here. We were told we had to do this or else. We are in this position because Dad was looking out for him. I don’t care what he told us before this was all about him. We are just soldiers enlisted in his and the New IRA’s never ending war. And I for one will not go down with the ship if it ever comes to that. Which it won’t so this is all a moot point.”
“I get what you’re saying Pope and you aren’t completely wrong. But it’s Dad. How can you be ok with cutting a deal like that?”
“For all the reasons I just said, which apparently wasn’t enough so here’s another one. Dad is old. He’s lived his life. We haven’t lived ours. I very much doubt the feds would even bother putting him in jail. More likely they’d try and get him to flip on the Irish…”
“Which he would never do.” Jet interrupts.
“Which we know he would never do. But we would. I have no loyalty to them.”
“And you think the Irish would just let us torn on them and wipe their hands of us? They’d hunt us down and put two bullets into the back of our skulls and place coins on our eyes.”
“This isn’t Boondock Saints bro, which is an excellent movie by the way but this isn’t that. The more we wrestle, the more titles we win the more famous we become. The more famous we become the harder it becomes for the Irish to just unalive us. We can’t just go missing or end up dead without some serious questions being asked.”
“That’s your plan? Get so famous that the IRA can’t kill us? You really think they care about that?”
“I think the Irish know that one person in jail, and an operation closed here is far better than all of that plus two dead wrestling stars. A dead operation here means some money lost for the Irish no doubt but it’s also an opportunity for them to rebuild the operation at any other port on the East Coast. Having things collapse here would hurt them but it wouldn’t cripple them. You need to think like a businessman Jet. Yes these guys are gangsters with little regard for human life, especially when they can conveniently write them off as enemies of the state but at the end of the day their entire operation, their entire war can only exist if they have the money to support it. But like I said…none of that is going to matter because the feds will never find out and you know the locals can be bought if they aren’t already. Fear not brother. Focus on the immediate future. Like our next wrestling match for IIW. Where we defend our titles against Pretty Technical.”
“It’s non title.”
“What in the ever living fuck is going on? What even is the point of a non title match? You think we can call that Shaun Hart asshole up and get him to make it a title match?”
“Shaun Hart got fired.”
“Fired? What the fuck? Ok then who can we call to make this match that I now have zero motivation for into a title match?”
“Osh? Or that new guy Tristan.”
“Tristan? Tristan who?”
“King I think. Tristan King.”
“Ok well how about you get this Tristan King guy on the phone and work your charm while I go take a nap.”
The scene fades out as Pope gets up and heads down the hall towards his bedroom while Jethro fumbles through his contacts trying to find the right number to dial.
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Candle lights flicker with the light breeze in the dark, desolate church. The congregation has grown as every pew is filled by people wearing hooded black cloaks as they lightly hum under their breath. Standing at the alter are three figures in hooded black cloaks of their own. The hood is drawn back on one revealing Michael Dawson with a smirk on his face. His voice fills the sacred walls of his dishevled Church, if that’s what you call it.
MICHAEL DAWSON: I knew you’d come.
Instantly the room goes silent upon Dawson speaking.
MICHAEL DAWSON: It has been close to six months as the IIW World Tag Team Champions. I wish I could say it’s been a challenge but that’s disrespectful to the word “challenge”. We thought that Shaun Hart was the issue as he placated to his ego, stroked his own pecker, and pushed his friends behind the curtain over the guys they have done the work to keep the IIW remotely above water… but I was wrong. My children, fate has eliminated Shaun from the equation and in his place came a new white knight sent forth to save the pagans from their sins. Do you think he called the Dawson’s? Nope. Instead he allowed the same boring issues with the same boring people take place as their featured attractions to the point that it’s become nauseating at best, and further establishes why the IIW has become the bud of every joke outside of these walls and makes the IWF look like a marquee attraction.
Michael then states.
MICHAEL DAWSON: You must suck; horribly, to do that… but here we are.
Michael lets out a small sigh.
MICHAEL DAWSON: While we haven’t been in the ring in the IIW doesn’t mean that my boys haven’t been testing themselves in other waters because it seems that’s were the real competition lays for it certainly hasn’t been with the IIW. Maybe that will change, maybe it won’t, Who knows, right? We’ve sat back and watched this tournament unfold that looks like everyone involved ate paintchips as a child like that’s going to spark some motivation to lend this division anymore of our credibility, but then I was reminded that even in this dark day that there is light beaming through at the end of the tunnel as our congregation grows the word continues to rage on like a brush fire overtaking the planet…
Michael turns his head toward the lens of the camera.
MICHAEL DAWSON: Thanks Canada.
Dawson shifts his attention back out toward his congregation.
MICAHEL DAWSON: When I thought things would change I was brought back to reality pretty quick when I found out my boys where having to reduce themselves to dealing with a Team the calls themselves Pretty Technical. Let me ask you, did you boys think of that all by yourselves, or did you have help? That sounds like some second rate drivel that Joe Montuori would spit out in some lame attempt to pretend he’s a star in when he’s captaining two sinking ships as World Champion, am I right?
The congregation let’s out a collective “Amen”.
MICHAEL DAWSON: TIA Promotions certainly has done enough, and for you to proudly carry that title and represent that brand says EVERYTHING to those smart enough to see past the modern day “isms”. Hell, if I’m the powers that be I’m giving you two options- drop his title or drop ours because I wouldn’t want to be caught dead with that paperweight.
Michael pauses.
MICHAEL DAWSON: Let me show you what’s not a paperweight.
The cloaks drop off the two figures behind Michael to reveal Pope and Jethro as they display the IIW Tag Team Championships over their shoulders.
MICHAEL DAWSON: Take a good look at the longest reigning Champions on the IIW roster. Soak it up, drink it all in because Pretty Technical is about to find out that my boys don’t have to waste ALL their time in the IIW ring in order to show up WHENEVER booked and beat the sin out of whoever is standing across the ring from us. Truthfully, we can careless about who they are or what they are considering they haven’t even bothered releasing any information about themselves. If you wonder over to the IIW website, look up the roster information, you find nothing. Hence, a giant waste of our time and energy because the leaders of this company have no clue how to find their way out of a wet paper sack let alone find us credible opponents.
Michael shakes his head in shame.
MICHAEL DAWSON: So what we’re going to have to do come Mayhem on Monday Night is exactly what we’ve done since the day we’ve stepped into this company, and that’s continuing to fight the good fight in HIS name for his power fuels our fire to wash the sins of the IIW away. Have no fear, my children for HIS plan is on the verge of coming full circle. Once we dispose of Pretty Technical, once we snuff out the winners of this Tag Team Tournament; which seems to be an every other month thing, but once we’re done continuing to establish our sheer dominance our own Jethro Dawson is going lift the World Title by choking J Mont out… again… or he’s going to expose Cav as the single biggest fraud in the sport of Professional Wrestling. Either which way this goes the end result will remain the same… US on top.
Michael spins around facing his sons.
MICHAEL DAWSON: Jethro, would you like to say a few words?
With a nod of the head Jethro steps forward to the podium as his father steps backward.
JETHRO DAWSON: I’m not so sure the IIW truly realizes the danger they’ve put themselves in. Why most of you are content playing with your dicks in this small sandbox and claiming to be the be all and end all NOBODY knows your names outside of this small pond. It’s insane to me that John Cavanaugh has been in the Main Event scene for damn near a full year and has done NOTHING with the opportunity other than bitch and moan to whoever will listen. It’s crazy as hell that the IIW put spotlight on another company to explain something on their own television because the powers that be share a braincell. We have been standing at the forefront of this company constantly being disrespected regardless of how many bodies are added to our count. It’s about time that we start getting the respect that we deserve, or else we are going to take things to a completely different level.
Jethro then states.
JETHRO DAWSON: Simple minded people do simple minded things; and while we’ve been lurking, while we’ve been scouting everything going on across both of the programs we can safely say we know what most of you are capable… while we haven’t even played our first card.
Jethro steps away from the podium as Michael steps back up.
MICHAEL DAWSON: It’s bound to be a glorious moment as the IIW is humbled. Our word continues to spread, our congregation continues to grow, our reach get wider, and it’s just a matter of time before everyone opens their eyes and hearts… because everyone eventually LET’S US IN.
Fade to black.
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