Post by Russell Wayne on May 12, 2021 0:12:26 GMT
IIW Combat Manchester, UK
South Texas Deathride by Union Underground comes over the PA system as the lights go out and the strobe lights start flashing to the beat until the crescendo hits and all the lights come back on and Russell Wayne is standing on the stage. He is greeted to a chorus of boos. He is wearing his usual denim outfit. He opens his jacket to reveal a "Shut the fuck up Curtis!" shirt. It has a picture of Curtis with tape over his mouth and a black eye.
Scott James: OH MY GOD! Russell Wayne is here! We haven't seen him on combat since he beat the crap out of Joe Barone and Simon Starr! I can't believe a superstar of his caliber is out here! Look at his t-shirt! I want one!
Mike Fisher: Well, he can't just have interviews in random places now can he. I am being told that the shirt is available online for 15.
James: Nice!
The boo's even more fiercely as they see Russell's shirt. He just shakes his head, smirks and makes his way down to the ring, microphone in hand.
Russell walks up the steps and gets into the ring. He gets on a ring post and raises his arms. The crowd continues to boo and Russell just rolls his eyes and waves off the crowd has he jumps off the second turnbuckle.
James: These idiots really need to show some respect for the winner of the Key 2 Success match!
Fisher: Co-Winner...
James: He won first, he's the real winner! If Osh hadn't of had 2 keys hanging up there...
Fisher: We know, we know, shut up. It looks like he's wanting to talk.
Russell is standing in the middle of the ring, microphone in hand. He holds it up to talk but the crowd is booing loudly.
Russell continues standing there quietly. He raises the phone to his mouth again and the crowd quiets down slightly.
Russell: So...you guys like the shirt?
Russell removes his jacket, placing it on the mat and pulls on the bottom of his shirt and turns around in a circle, laughing as he does. The crowd is booing loudly and starting to throw things towards the ring.
Russell: You too can own this shirt by going to IIW-efed.com and ordering it for the low low price of 15 dollars...oh...oops...pounds...whatever you losers use here.
The crowd responds with a chorus of boos and throwing more trash towards the ring as Russell just walks around shaking his head.
Russell: Anyways, wow...folks have been busy talking since Mayhem. Talking talking talking. I honestly feel bad for Scotty and Jake because that match is going to be great but, really, absolutely nobody gives a flying crap about their match. I mean, maybe if I was in it, it'd be something worth talking about but nope, I had more important fish to fry.
Fisher: He means he lost to Scotty and lost his opportunity to unlock a match for it. He can't even use his key on the winner. He has to go for the International Title or another title of his choosing.
James: A complete travesty! Why Osh made that match I have no idea! He was the first to grab the key, he should have had an immediate opportunity!
The crowd has gone quiet as Fisher and James argue. Russell is actually staring at Fisher...
Russell: Fisher...shut the fuck up. If anyone wanted your opinion, they'd give it to you.
James: Yeah, shut up Fisher.
Russell directs his attention back to the crowd.
Russell: Anyways, as I was saying, people have been talking...and not really watching what they have been saying. That can be very dangerous. Words have a funny effect on people. You say the wrong thing and your whole life is ruined. Look at society now, if you have ever said anything that is offensive and derogatory, whether it be 5 minutes ago or 30 years ago, everything you worked for is cancelled.
Well, words kind of have a different effect on me. You see, you say the wrong thing to me and...well...you end up either in the hospital or dead. If you have anything to say you better be able to back it up. Let's address some of the things that have been said lately shall we?
Let's start with Bam. Guys, go ahead and get a picture of Bam up on the screen
Jesus, he's ugly...anyway, Bam...
Russell pauses
Russell: Ah hell, nevermind, he's too irrelevant, I forgot what the idiot even had to say.
Moving on, Hawkins...
South Texas Deathride by Union Underground comes over the PA system as the lights go out and the strobe lights start flashing to the beat until the crescendo hits and all the lights come back on and Russell Wayne is standing on the stage. He is greeted to a chorus of boos. He is wearing his usual denim outfit. He opens his jacket to reveal a "Shut the fuck up Curtis!" shirt. It has a picture of Curtis with tape over his mouth and a black eye.
Scott James: OH MY GOD! Russell Wayne is here! We haven't seen him on combat since he beat the crap out of Joe Barone and Simon Starr! I can't believe a superstar of his caliber is out here! Look at his t-shirt! I want one!
Mike Fisher: Well, he can't just have interviews in random places now can he. I am being told that the shirt is available online for 15.
James: Nice!
The boo's even more fiercely as they see Russell's shirt. He just shakes his head, smirks and makes his way down to the ring, microphone in hand.
Russell walks up the steps and gets into the ring. He gets on a ring post and raises his arms. The crowd continues to boo and Russell just rolls his eyes and waves off the crowd has he jumps off the second turnbuckle.
James: These idiots really need to show some respect for the winner of the Key 2 Success match!
Fisher: Co-Winner...
James: He won first, he's the real winner! If Osh hadn't of had 2 keys hanging up there...
Fisher: We know, we know, shut up. It looks like he's wanting to talk.
Russell is standing in the middle of the ring, microphone in hand. He holds it up to talk but the crowd is booing loudly.
Russell continues standing there quietly. He raises the phone to his mouth again and the crowd quiets down slightly.
Russell: So...you guys like the shirt?
Russell removes his jacket, placing it on the mat and pulls on the bottom of his shirt and turns around in a circle, laughing as he does. The crowd is booing loudly and starting to throw things towards the ring.
Russell: You too can own this shirt by going to IIW-efed.com and ordering it for the low low price of 15 dollars...oh...oops...pounds...whatever you losers use here.
The crowd responds with a chorus of boos and throwing more trash towards the ring as Russell just walks around shaking his head.
Russell: Anyways, wow...folks have been busy talking since Mayhem. Talking talking talking. I honestly feel bad for Scotty and Jake because that match is going to be great but, really, absolutely nobody gives a flying crap about their match. I mean, maybe if I was in it, it'd be something worth talking about but nope, I had more important fish to fry.
Fisher: He means he lost to Scotty and lost his opportunity to unlock a match for it. He can't even use his key on the winner. He has to go for the International Title or another title of his choosing.
James: A complete travesty! Why Osh made that match I have no idea! He was the first to grab the key, he should have had an immediate opportunity!
The crowd has gone quiet as Fisher and James argue. Russell is actually staring at Fisher...
Russell: Fisher...shut the fuck up. If anyone wanted your opinion, they'd give it to you.
James: Yeah, shut up Fisher.
Russell directs his attention back to the crowd.
Russell: Anyways, as I was saying, people have been talking...and not really watching what they have been saying. That can be very dangerous. Words have a funny effect on people. You say the wrong thing and your whole life is ruined. Look at society now, if you have ever said anything that is offensive and derogatory, whether it be 5 minutes ago or 30 years ago, everything you worked for is cancelled.
Well, words kind of have a different effect on me. You see, you say the wrong thing to me and...well...you end up either in the hospital or dead. If you have anything to say you better be able to back it up. Let's address some of the things that have been said lately shall we?
Let's start with Bam. Guys, go ahead and get a picture of Bam up on the screen
Jesus, he's ugly...anyway, Bam...
Russell pauses
Russell: Ah hell, nevermind, he's too irrelevant, I forgot what the idiot even had to say.
Moving on, Hawkins...
Hawkins...ok...I know I hit you pretty good with some Last Resort's onto whatever surface we were fighting on and I'm pretty sure I clobbered you with my pipe a time or two...but are you really that brain damaged to forget how things went? Kid, I am a 69 time ERWF Hardcore Champion. I fought in the most brutal, psychotic match in Tormented Tendencies. I have won the hardcore championship twice since coming here and if it suits my fancy I will continue to beat your ass for it any time you hold that useless championship. Do your research before talking out of your ass next time. As far as you and your little running buddy Nitro are concerned, you wouldn't have those belts if it wasn't for team Osh. I guess that says something...we dislike you the least out of the group. You make a decent punching bag. At Worlds Collide, however...when you're trapped in the cage with Jonny, Zack, Jay and I...well...Nitro will probably have to find himself a new tag team partner or vacate the titles.
Also, being the longest reigning hardcore champion means nothing when the title is so irrelevant that nobody is even trying to challenge you for it even though it's under 24/7 rules.
Curtis...the weirdest person I have ever seen...
Russell: Ooooooohhhhh....but wait...there's more.
The scene fast forwards. We see the door close and lights turn off down stairs. The only light that is on is the upstairs bedroom light. The window is open but the curtains are shut. The wind blows open the curtains and we see a shirtless man making out with Jennifer, the silk curtains obscure the man's features though. The man pushes the silk robe off of her to reveal that she is wearing some seductive lingerie. The wind dies down and the curtains close. The scene fast forwards to the about 5 minutes later where we here
Jennifer: "OH, GOD! OH, GOD! BAAAAAAM!"
The scene then fast forwards again to the point that the man comes out, gives Jennifer a kiss, put his helmet on while facing away from the camera, hops on his bike and rides out of the frame
Russell: Oooooooo....bro....your best friend...FUCKED YOUR MOTHER!!! That saint of a woman! Though...now...I can only imagine what diseases he must be carrying. I hope England has some protocols in place to protect us during our match against whatever crap he just caught from your mother.
Man, Bob...first you have Blade and Hawkins...who despite what they say, Hawkins has something that Blade wants and now holds a tag team victory over him. You know he can't like that. I don't care what Blade says, he will not let that go.
And now we have this new issue between Bam and Curtis...and with Curtis starting to seemingly lose it, if his actions at his self-help seminar are any indication...who knows what will happen. Hell, Team Osh may not even have to do much to win this match. I mean, we have the advantage...and you have a team that wants to destroy each other. No matter what they say, you can't convince me otherwise. I know I couldn't look past having to go from fighting and losing a championship match, to teaming with the person that beat me...nor would I be able to team with somebody who did something so heinous as fuck my mother. I mean, really, what kind of friend...no...what kind of family does that to one another? That's a pretty messed up family to me...
Also, Blade, cool story about the security guards stopping you from being able to come out...yeah, sure...ok. Our security guards are little more than crackheads that Osh hired...why else do you think that people have been able to break into Bob's office so easily. If you couldn't have fought your way through them, then you don't need to be in this match either.
Speaking of Blade...
Also, being the longest reigning hardcore champion means nothing when the title is so irrelevant that nobody is even trying to challenge you for it even though it's under 24/7 rules.
Curtis...the weirdest person I have ever seen...
Curtis...shut the fuck up. Listen, I know you want to be friends..."Let me help you!" Curtis, I don't want your help. What makes you think I want it? Being nice never gets you anywhere and you are learning that slowly but surely. In fact, it's looking like you may actually be coming to terms with that little guy. Looked to be getting a little...negative...at your little self help gathering. I don't know, you seemed kind of tense...seemed to be scaring your crowd for a second. That can't be good for revenue...because we all know that the self-help guru's are in it for nothing but money...but I'm the bad guy here, ok. As I said before, family and friends do nothing but hurt you in the end. Let me show you a little example of this.
Sometime ago your new best friend Bam posted something on his social media. Let's put the tweet up there guys.
An image appears on the screen of Bam's tweet.
@millertime: Just left Jenny's house. Osh and Jonny sure have good taste
The crowd gasps and a chorus of OOOOOOOOOOO's ring out.
Now, surely he doesn't mean...your Jenny? Your mother? That...what did you call her? Saint? Well, from the sounds of things she may have been on her knees but she sure wasn't praying..though maybe she was doing it on her back when she was screaming...
Russell pulls a remote out of his pocket and presses a button...a woman's voice rings out of the PA system.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Baaaam!"
Russell laughs as a chorus of boos ring out.
Is that your mother, the saint? Still not sure? Ok, guys, roll the footage.
The scene opens up to a night vision camera in a neighborhood, from the vantage point and quality, it looks to be a high-end security camera. The date is time-stamped as the night that Bam sent the tweet. A motorcycle rumbles into the frame and a figure in a helmet hops off the bike. We can see that it is a man with a build very much like Bam's and the exact same model of motorcycle that Bam rides. The man walks up to the door and knocks. The man removes his helmet but keeps his back to the camera. The door opens and Jennifer Vaughn opens the door in a robe and greets Bam with a kiss.
Sometime ago your new best friend Bam posted something on his social media. Let's put the tweet up there guys.
An image appears on the screen of Bam's tweet.
@millertime: Just left Jenny's house. Osh and Jonny sure have good taste
The crowd gasps and a chorus of OOOOOOOOOOO's ring out.
Now, surely he doesn't mean...your Jenny? Your mother? That...what did you call her? Saint? Well, from the sounds of things she may have been on her knees but she sure wasn't praying..though maybe she was doing it on her back when she was screaming...
Russell pulls a remote out of his pocket and presses a button...a woman's voice rings out of the PA system.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Baaaam!"
Russell laughs as a chorus of boos ring out.
Is that your mother, the saint? Still not sure? Ok, guys, roll the footage.
The scene opens up to a night vision camera in a neighborhood, from the vantage point and quality, it looks to be a high-end security camera. The date is time-stamped as the night that Bam sent the tweet. A motorcycle rumbles into the frame and a figure in a helmet hops off the bike. We can see that it is a man with a build very much like Bam's and the exact same model of motorcycle that Bam rides. The man walks up to the door and knocks. The man removes his helmet but keeps his back to the camera. The door opens and Jennifer Vaughn opens the door in a robe and greets Bam with a kiss.
Russell: Ooooooohhhhh....but wait...there's more.
The scene fast forwards. We see the door close and lights turn off down stairs. The only light that is on is the upstairs bedroom light. The window is open but the curtains are shut. The wind blows open the curtains and we see a shirtless man making out with Jennifer, the silk curtains obscure the man's features though. The man pushes the silk robe off of her to reveal that she is wearing some seductive lingerie. The wind dies down and the curtains close. The scene fast forwards to the about 5 minutes later where we here
Jennifer: "OH, GOD! OH, GOD! BAAAAAAM!"
The scene then fast forwards again to the point that the man comes out, gives Jennifer a kiss, put his helmet on while facing away from the camera, hops on his bike and rides out of the frame
Russell: Oooooooo....bro....your best friend...FUCKED YOUR MOTHER!!! That saint of a woman! Though...now...I can only imagine what diseases he must be carrying. I hope England has some protocols in place to protect us during our match against whatever crap he just caught from your mother.
Man, Bob...first you have Blade and Hawkins...who despite what they say, Hawkins has something that Blade wants and now holds a tag team victory over him. You know he can't like that. I don't care what Blade says, he will not let that go.
And now we have this new issue between Bam and Curtis...and with Curtis starting to seemingly lose it, if his actions at his self-help seminar are any indication...who knows what will happen. Hell, Team Osh may not even have to do much to win this match. I mean, we have the advantage...and you have a team that wants to destroy each other. No matter what they say, you can't convince me otherwise. I know I couldn't look past having to go from fighting and losing a championship match, to teaming with the person that beat me...nor would I be able to team with somebody who did something so heinous as fuck my mother. I mean, really, what kind of friend...no...what kind of family does that to one another? That's a pretty messed up family to me...
Also, Blade, cool story about the security guards stopping you from being able to come out...yeah, sure...ok. Our security guards are little more than crackheads that Osh hired...why else do you think that people have been able to break into Bob's office so easily. If you couldn't have fought your way through them, then you don't need to be in this match either.
Speaking of Blade...
Blade...the most successful loser on team Bitch...I mean, Bob...we'll let his record here speak for itself but I'm not here to talk about his mediocre performance since returning to IIW and his even more abysmal record in FCPW. No, in this case, I'm here to talk about his mouth...and it writing checks that his body will not be able to cash. There is one thing you do not do...and that is talk about my wife and son.
You just made the worst mistake of your life.
Russell is standing in the ring, standing still but his knuckles are bone white as he is gripping the microphone focusing on breathing to keep his composure.
Blade...enjoy World's Collide...because I promise you, just like I promised Commander...you will not be walking out under your own accord. I will be on you every step of the way. You move, I'll be moving with you. I don't give a damn about anyone else in that ring at this point, I don't give a damn if team Bitch or team Osh win...all I give a flying fuck about is making you feel pain...pain like you have never felt. I loved my wife and son and while I may be an insufferable dickhead who is doing whatever it takes to get what he wants...I would throw everything away for just five more minutes with them. Yeah, being in the desert for 10 years messed me up...being isolated has messed me up and caused me to do things that I never thought I would...and to make it all worse...I find I enjoy it which is why, at World's Collide, I will enjoy destroying you. I will enjoy making you scream in agony as I put you in the All He Wrote, as I drag your face over the cage...as I make you bleed.
If you are lucky enough to ever return to the ring after World's Collide...I will be on you every step of the way. My business with you and Bob are far from over now, and you have your mouth to thank for it. Every match, every trip, every movement...I'm there...Bob can cry to whoever he wants to, he can call whomever he wants to. Hell, the bitch can have me put in jail like he did the James Gang...I do not care, I will be right back here...to make you bleed, to break your bones, until I'm good and tired and done. Championships don't matter to me, this damn key doesn't matter to me...all that matters is your blood on my hands. I will not stop until you are begging for mercy and even then...I will not stop...until you can beg no more. Prepare yourself Blade. At World's Collide, your mine.
Do you think you can handle it?
Russell throws the microphone down as Russell looks intently at the photo of Blade on the screen as South Texas Deathride starts blaring from the PA system and the scene fades to black.
You just made the worst mistake of your life.
Russell is standing in the ring, standing still but his knuckles are bone white as he is gripping the microphone focusing on breathing to keep his composure.
Blade...enjoy World's Collide...because I promise you, just like I promised Commander...you will not be walking out under your own accord. I will be on you every step of the way. You move, I'll be moving with you. I don't give a damn about anyone else in that ring at this point, I don't give a damn if team Bitch or team Osh win...all I give a flying fuck about is making you feel pain...pain like you have never felt. I loved my wife and son and while I may be an insufferable dickhead who is doing whatever it takes to get what he wants...I would throw everything away for just five more minutes with them. Yeah, being in the desert for 10 years messed me up...being isolated has messed me up and caused me to do things that I never thought I would...and to make it all worse...I find I enjoy it which is why, at World's Collide, I will enjoy destroying you. I will enjoy making you scream in agony as I put you in the All He Wrote, as I drag your face over the cage...as I make you bleed.
If you are lucky enough to ever return to the ring after World's Collide...I will be on you every step of the way. My business with you and Bob are far from over now, and you have your mouth to thank for it. Every match, every trip, every movement...I'm there...Bob can cry to whoever he wants to, he can call whomever he wants to. Hell, the bitch can have me put in jail like he did the James Gang...I do not care, I will be right back here...to make you bleed, to break your bones, until I'm good and tired and done. Championships don't matter to me, this damn key doesn't matter to me...all that matters is your blood on my hands. I will not stop until you are begging for mercy and even then...I will not stop...until you can beg no more. Prepare yourself Blade. At World's Collide, your mine.
Do you think you can handle it?
Russell throws the microphone down as Russell looks intently at the photo of Blade on the screen as South Texas Deathride starts blaring from the PA system and the scene fades to black.