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Post by Osh Vaughan on May 17, 2021 9:43:29 GMT
Exhibition Match
The Prestige vs Trig and Andy Donahue
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2021 23:10:38 GMT
We open to a huge mansion that sits on a hill in Manchester as the scene cuts to the inside we hear the soothing sound of a violin as a piano play in the background. An older gentleman in a butler outfit approaches the camera.
Charles The Butler- Good evening and welcome to The Prestige Establishment Mr. James has been expecting you. Please know why in The Prestige manor you do not interrupt Mr. James why he is speaking.
Charles stops in the middle of the hall leading to a big open room.
Charles The Butler- Well your just the camera crew I guess there is no worries about you speaking at all now right this way.
Charles ushers them into a huge room where all three members of The Prestige sit seated on thrones as Jesse sits in the center why Mike James and Mark Lawson sit to the aide of him. A waiter brings them three glasses of red wine. They all take a sip. Jesse being the last one to put his down and then motions Charles to speak.
Charles The Butler- Sir the IIW camera crew is here to film you as you requested.
Jesse- Oh yes I remember requesting them please leave us Charles.
Charles leaves out and closes the doors.
Jesse- IIW it sure has been a long time since you've seen us.
Mike- And a lot of things have changed as you can see.
Mark- Which isn't good news for the rest of IIW.
Jesse stands up and walks in front of the camera.
Jesse- You see why we was away in jail we had time to think on how to come back better as a unit and one day in my cell it hit me we needed to me more cunning, more organized, and more Prestige and on that day the James gang was dead and The Prestige was born and I must say IIW changed a lot as well why we was gone. New faces have appeared and old ones gone who couldn't handle the pressure and of course we have new Champions in Rogue, Kasey Miles, Tyler Debonair, and The Purge.
Mike gets up as Jesse lites his cigar.
Mike- Now gentlemen enjoy your reigns why you can because The Prestige now has you in its crosshairs and it will only be a matter of time before we are holding all the gold in IIW.
Mark Lawson stands up as the big man walks towards the camera and raised it up to his face.
Mark- The Purge as Tag Team Champions might be the biggest joke I've ever seen. You see Bob did his guys a favor when he had us jailed. He made sure the biggest threat to the Tag Team titles was not around so Commander and Blade could have an easy run, but those sorry assholes end up dropping the belt to two guys that have not even been together long enough to even measure up to me and Mike. And very soon will be coming for the Purge and The Tag Team Titles.
Jesse starts clapping.
Jesse- Excellent Mark but let us pull back a little and talk about the tragedy that happened at WC. You see we did everything in our power to make sure IIW had a bright future but unfortunately that big nose Conor Briggs abused his power in throwing us out and I have to say I feel for Osh and he knows if he needs anything we are here for him. I almost feel responsible for not being available to be on Team Osh but as I look at it is nobody fault but that penguin Bob Mitchell! He made sure I was not available to compete at Worlds Collide and had I been it would be Osh in power and the Penguin back at the zoo or wherever failures with weird bodies go.
Jesse takes a sip of his wine.
Jesse- Now let us talk about the other events that unfolded. Let us talk about the trash that came from Canada and a failed company at that. You know Jon Cavanagh you walk onto WC and best your chest like I or anyone should give a damn about who you are. You see I looked up FCPW and watched your matches and I have got to say you was a big fish in a little pound but here in IIW this is the abyss, and you got to be a monster to survive here. So you best to reevaluate yourself and realize in IIW The Prestige is the most dominant stable and we won't be over thrown by some leprechaun gang.
Mike- So that brings us to Mayhem in two weeks we get to show not only The Celtic club why we are the best in this business we get to deliver a message to the Purge as well the clock is ticking and once we knockoff this pathetic group of failures who drove FCPW out of business and had to bow down to IIW just how we're going to make Trig and Andy realize they’re in for a surprise because like Jesse said you boys were barley pushed at all in your matches but now you get to see what the best tag team in wrestling looks like. When me and Mark expose you to the world for being paper champions in a rundown indy dumpster fire. Matter of fact after we beat you drop all these titles you borough from Canada in the trash where it belongs.
Mark- Come Mayhem we are going to give you an ass whopping that you and your family will never forget. You boys have been in the little leagues for too long and has made you think the Celtic Club is invincible but it instead you'll find out you have more cracks in your shield then you think!
Jesse- So John now that you and the Celtic Club know the pecking order around here I'm sure I won't have to have a conversation with you gain, but in case you’re not smart enough to understand just know if you even think of crossing The Prestige you'll find drinking out of a straw very difficult when you're jaw is wired shit because your mouth got on the receiving end of a Perfection. So now to the rest of the IIW let this matcha and The Celtic Club be your example of what is going to happen if guys decide to get out of line and want to wage war with us and as for Bob Mitchell enjoy your run for now but in sure you will be seeing us very soon.
All three members of The Prestige drink their wine as the camera fades out and the violin sound takes us out.
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Post by The Celtic Club on May 21, 2021 16:13:50 GMT
The scene opened to a banner that read FCPW in large white letters with black trim on a blue background. We see a near empty locker room—some pizza boxes, cases of beer and a few empty bottles of liquor litter the landscape. The party that had just taken place was half part, half wake—the members of Mac Dunney’s First Class Pro Wrestling had found out their home was closing when they got to work that day and suffice to say, the boys and girls at FCPW made sure to say goodbye to Mac and the city of Toronto with a bang. A championship belt goes flying across the screen and drops to the floor. The golden plaque affixed to the leather strap read “FCPW Tag Team Champions”. A muscular man walked onto the screen, still wearing his green and black ring gear from earlier in the night.
Andy: Guess that thing ain’t nothing more than a fucking paperweight.
The scene panned out to expose Chris “Trigger” Cavanagh, Shannon Riley and John Cavanagh packing their bags up—The Celtic Club hadn’t left the building yet although the rest of the locker room was barren. Trigger looked up as he heard the championship slam against the ground.
Trigger: I mean for me, sure...for you?
Andy: What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Suddenly, as Trigger opened his mouth to respond he was cut off by the calm voice of his older brother John who was seated with the FCPW Canadian Championship resting over his shoulder.
John: It means that belt you just tossed away is the first championship you’ve ever held while my brother has been a Tag Champ and Cruiserweight Champ more times than you’ve had matches.
Andy’s look of frustration grew to confusion. The stereotypical meathead of The Celtic Club wasn’t sure if he was being insulted or given advice but he knew that when John spoke—it was best to listen.
John: Andy Boy...you’ve got a lot to learn. The first championship I ever won was in a promotion called the Continental Wrestling Federation and it was their North American Championship...you know where that title is right now?
Andy shrugged his shoulders, how was he supposed to know? John had so many belts on display in his apartment that Andy had cognitive overload each time he visited.
Trigger: It’s the one right above Johnnie’s desk at The Blarney Stone...
John: Winning a championship ain’t easy kid...the first one, it’s like the first woman you fuck. Whether she’s the best one you ever sleep with or not...she always will hold a spot in your memories...just like your first championship.
Andy: Even something like this? I didn’t even get to defend it!
Trigger laughed, he held the other half of the FCPW Tag Team Championship which was draped across his lap.
Trigger: Trust me big guy...we are going to have other championships to defend.
“Ding”....The familiar chime of an iPhone receiving a text message is heard. Shannon picked up John’s iPhone and handed it to him.
John: Thanks beautiful.
John peered down at the cellphone to see a phone number he was unfamiliar with. There were more than ten digits to the phone number that he had become familiar with seeing.
John: Who the fuck is this?
Shannon looked down at the phone with a puzzled look as Andy and Trigger stared at one another as if to say “what’s going on?”
Shannon: 44...0161....
Andy: What the fuck? That don’t sound like no New York number...
Trigger: 44? Sounds like a country code...
A look of pure confusion overtook the face of the gorilla of a man known as Andy Donahue.
Andy: Country code?
John shook his head as Trigger palmed his forehead.
John: Like 718 is an area code...each country has their own code too.
Andy: What? Then why don’t I need to put a country code in when I text one of youse?
Trigger: Because we’re all in the States...
Shannon, who had been silent to this point, decided it was time to show that she had more brains than the meathead.
Shannon: And, um, the country code is one...that’s already in our phone numbers when we text.
Andy’s eyes grew larger as if he had been awakened to an amazing bit of information.
Andy: Fuck, I always wondered why we had a one before the area code.
Trigger, John and Shannon began to erupt in laughter.
John: Shit, guess you really do learn something new every day.
Shannon: So, babe, who is it?
John opened his phone and clicked on the text message icon. John and Shannon’s eyes begin to move as if they are controlled by the same mind.
Shannon: Osh Vaughan?
Trigger: Who the fuck is Osh Vaughan?
Andy: Vaughan? I remember that name…why do I remember that name?
Trigger: Oh yeah, that fucking guy…
John: Yeah, he’s Jay’s uncle…ya know, Jay…the guy who’s ankle you mangled in a steel chair a few months back?
Andy looked at John with a sick smile and nodded his head up and down slowly.
Andy: So what does his uncle want?
Trigger: He wants you to break his ankle too...
Andy looked puzzled as the wrinkles began to crease on his forehead.
John: I think he wants to put us on his payroll....
The scene cut to static before it opened to a thick white envelope being dropped on top of a mahogany table and the words “one month later” across the screen. The envelope looked as if it were ready to burst at the seams as the view of green paper with a blue tint could be made out. The scene panned out to show John Cavanagh seated at the table with a newspaper in front of him. The Irish thug from Hell’s Kitchen, New York raised his right eyebrow and looked up—his eyes locked with a man that made John look frail. The other man, wearing a white tank top and black track pants smiled at John.
Andy: It was a good fucking week boss—those little Chinese sluts’ forearms are gonna look like mine soon.
John laughed. The West Side Irish crew had been expanding over the last year or so now that John was back on the streets—it was really the only thing he knew to do in both lines of work...the streets and the ring. John leaned back in his seat, he ran his left hand through his blond hair.
John: Good shit, Andy Boy. I’d say it’s been one good week after another lately. I don’t think next week is going to be any different.
Andy: Yeah, I mean, those yuppies and college kids can’t stay away from Mamasan and her girls.
John shook his head and took his eyes off of the newspaper to lock eyes with Andy.
John: That’s not what I meant.
Andy shrugged his shoulders as if he was asking “well, what did you mean?” The amount of light in the bar instantly increased as the creak of a door opening is heard from off camera. John’s brother, Trigger, is seen walking into the bar from the outside.
Trigger: What the fuck is going on boys?
Andy: Ain’t shit...
John: I’m just explaining to Andy how good next week is going to be.
Trigger: Oh yeah, I got that high rollers game this weekend before we head to the Great White North again.
John: Again...that’s not what I’m talking about!
Trigger looked at Andy—he hadn’t heard Andy’s assumption of the “good week” that is coming up.
John: IIW guys...remember, next weekend we gotta get the Passports stamped to go into limey country.
Trigger mockingly shot his body upright and kicked his heel to the back as if he were a guard at Windsor Palace.
Trigger: Ay, ay mate!
Andy laughed. John found the comedic value of Trigger’s actions but John was always more reserved about when was the time for comedy and when was the time for business.
John: Trig, those douche bag guards don’t talk...it’s part of their whole gimmick they got going on over there.
Andy: I ain’t never been to England—what part we going to again?
Trigger: London right?
John: I swear to fucking God I gotta do everything—Manchester you dumb bastards...we are heading to Manchester.
Andy and Trigger looked at one another with confused looks on their faces, Trigger shook it off and broke the silence.
Trigger: Oh yeah! Manchester...ain’t they got some type of soccer team over there?
Andy: I thought it was Football?
John reached his hands up and began to rotate them counter clockwise on either side of his head.
John: You’re both right...I call it a soccer team, the Brits call it a football team...most of the world calls it football actually...
Andy: I’d like to see one of them fairies try out REAL football—punk like Ronaldo or Messi wouldn’t make it to the second down if they got trucked by a defensive lineman.
Trigger: Shit, tell me about it...those dudes make you look like one of those kids in the UNICEF commercials.
John shook his head and chuckled—while he was attempting to maintain the pure business attitude, sometimes he couldn’t help but laugh at the stupidity that was presented to him by his brother and Andy.
John: Alright, alright...enough with all of the fucking jokes and football bullshit. What are we going to Manchester for boys?
Trigger: To wrestle.
Andy: To kick some fucking ass.
John: Yes and...
Trigger: Brit bash?
Andy: End some careers?
John: We could do that too but you guys are missing something—championships.
Andy and Trigger both look as if their world had been shook. They didn’t think about the most basic aspect of professional wrestling—titles mean more money and let’s face it, John’s purpose in life was to earn and if a championship meant the paycheck is bigger...that’s how The Celtic Club was going to earn. Andy smirked.
Andy: Like the FCPW Tag Title I wanted to throw out?
Trigger: Yeah. You had us bring those props to Worlds Collide.
The leader of The Celtic Club nodded his head up and down, contemplating the easiest way to get his point across to his brother and their protege.
John: And why do you think I had you guys bring those titles? You think I just thought it was a good idea for each of us to pay for an extra bag to get checked?
Nothing. Andy and Trigger looked on as if they were listening to God himself.
John: When else do you get to enter a new promotion already holding a championship? You think it matters to the people in charge over in Manchester if the FCPW is still alive or not?
Andy shrugged his shoulders, he had no idea. Trigger paused for a moment before he slowly began to shake his head back and forth signifying his answer as a “no”.
John: That’s right Trig...they don’t give a shit. To them, it’s just a championship in their promotion.
Andy: It doesn’t say IIW on those belts, just FCPW.
Trigger: No shit, Sherlock.
John: Yeah but guess what? That idiot Osh Vaughan made two smart decisions before his dumbass lost control of his promotion...purchasing the FCPW video library and all of Mac Dunney’s assets and signing The Celtic Club to guaranteed contracts. You think they did that last bit just for fun? No...they did that because they know what we bring to the table. Not only that...they know it’s only a matter of time before you two are the Tag Champs and Johnnie Cav has some singles gold around his waist.
Andy continued his perplexed state of mind.
Andy: But we already have titles...
Trigger shook his head and looked down towards the ground.
John: Yes, we do. But like you said—they say FCPW—at some point we will take IIW’s titles for ourselves and then these titles will be display pieces only held by The Celtic Club...until the end of time. And how do we start the trek up that mountain?
Trigger: By kicking ass.
Andy: By winning matches.
John: Ding, ding, ding!! We have a winner!! Exactly and that all starts at the next Monday Night Mayhem when you two take on The Prestige.
Trigger: Prestige? You’re kidding me right...
Andy: What are they? Gamers?
The reference went over John’s head, he was never much of a “gamer” always had his mind on other, more pertinent matters.
Trigger: Do they play video games he’s asking.
John: What the fuck do video games have to do with a tag team match?
Andy: Prestige...it’s what you do in Call of Duty when your rank gets high enough.
John looked on with an astonished look on his face. John looked at Trigger and Trigger shook his head while pointing at Andy.
John: Andy, I know we’ve both got a decade plus on you but please keep to the task at hand. These guys have been here before, they know how to win in the IIW so it is of the utmost importance that you two enter the IIW with a bang and pick up the win in this match.
Trigger: I don’t see why we wouldn’t be able to do that...we are Tag Team Champions after all...
Andy: Yeah, and I guess we will flex our championship status at Monday Night Mayhem.
John: And don’t forget I’ll have the best seat in the house...right at ringside with Shannon.
Andy: Good, you get to witness me tear these two pieces of shit apart up close and personal.
Trigger: This is gonna be fun...we get to fight, we get paid and we get to destroy another team’s momentum before they even get started.
John: Just another day at the office boys...
The scene cut to static.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2021 7:48:30 GMT
We return to The Prestige manor where Mike James sits in front of a crackling warm fireplace. He sits in a comfy black leather chair as he holds a book in his hands. He lifts his head up as the camera turns to face him.
Mike- Well Time sure are changing around here as many as you know by now Bob Mitchell has already started to put his imprint on this company. Now whether that is good remains to be seen but my money is on not. You see Bob has abused his power before when he had us locked away, he sent us off away from IIW knowing we were the biggest threat to his team and those IIW Tag Team titles, you did not want Blade and Commander to face me and Mark the real best tag team in IIW the most Prestigious at that, but even after all that old Bob still came up in his efforts. The Purge are the tag team Champions not your boys and Commander has been demoted to a security guard because he no longer had what it took to get the job done. Russell Wayne is good in my book for taking out the trash.
Charles The Butler comes walking in and brings Mike a glass of wine and a fancy Cuban cigar. Mike takes a sip of his wine then puts the cigar in his mouth because Charles lights it for him. He takes a few puffs why Charles informs him of a matter.
Charles The Butler- Sir, Mark said he will be up from training in the gym in a minute.
Mike motions for Charles to leave after bowing his head he returns to the camera.
Mike- Now yes where was I oh yes, the trash in IIW be taking out thanks to Russell but unfortunately new trash begins to pile up in IIW that will eventually need to be taken out. New tag team like The Celtic Club and The Young Lions want to walk into IIW and stake claim what is already ours. The Tag Team Titles that lay in the hands of those must misfitted tag team in this business in The Purge two failures that banded together and came up short but ended up getting lucky when Osh sent Zack Steele and Russell to do them a favor and now, they walk around here like they have earned the right to be Champions. Those two bring the tag team division prestige down already but now we have got to entertain these other tag teams that come in here with no merit.
Mike takes a few more puffs as the big man of The Prestige Mark Lawson walks through the door wearing a black tank top with black dressed pants and stylish dress shoes. He takes a seat opposite that of Mike as he lights his own cigar and takes a puff then looks to the camera.
Mark- You know Mike you make some good points, but I think your wrong about one thing.
Mike- What’s That?
Mark- You see the Celtic Club does come with some credibility Andy and Trig are former FCPW Tag Team Champions and sure they do not mean anything to us lor IIW, but it does prove they had what it took to be the best in their promotion.
Mike- Well yeah of course but like you said they are in our world now and why we may not hold the Tag Team Titles we are without a shadow of a doubt the best in IIW. Now Andy and Trig walk in here bragging about those FCPW Tag Team titles like idiots but I guess a group is only as smart as their leader as you see Cav walking around with his FCPW World title it starts to make sense where they get their idiocy from, But I get the act you boys are trying to play coming in here trying to get all the noise around The Celtic Club and getting the tag team division all rallied up. Unlucky for you gentlemen you will find us not annoyed or impressed by your tactics. As a matter of fact, we pity you for having to lower yourself to this type of behavior but maybe once you see what a real team acts like you will start to improve your prestige.
We are the pinnacle of success we are the measuring stick in IIW when it comes to the tag team division me and Mark set the standards around here. You can walk around here with those belts looking like jack asses for all I care it doesn’t matter to us if we face the best of the best or the trash from FCPW who had all of you as it Champions when the company went crashing to the ground so as far as I’m concern you boys are refugees and we are the good people brining you in so you can continue your pathic wrestling careers. I mean let us be honest here Cav is the real gem of the Celtic Club why you two are just the dirt that just happen to be attached to it when he came up. You see unlike you two me and Mark here can make moves and handle our business without Jesse to be around to babysit.
Mark- That’s true boys Cav treats you two more like his dogs then equal partners you boys walk around here like champions, but you look more like bitches every time your owner whistles. Know this Andy and Trig come Monday Night Mayhem you are going to find out why we are the foundation on which this tag team division can stand strong on.
Mike- Will see you boys on Monday oh and make sure to bring the FCPW Tag Team Titles will drop them in the trash after we take you boys out.
Mike and Mark Light their cigars as the scene goes dark.
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Post by The Celtic Club on May 30, 2021 0:45:20 GMT
Memorial Day weekend hadn’t exactly begun the way everyone in New York had hoped. It had been a rain out across the state and much of the Northeast for that matter. The Celtic Club, Chris “Trigger” Cavanagh and “THE Heir Apparent” Andy Donahue stand inside of Andy’s grandfather’s gym in Hell’s Kitchen, New York. As the two men stare forward we can see the cloudy, overcast day and the sprinkle of drizzles that break the calm puddles which have collected on the side of the streets.
Andy Donahue: Some of the shit these guys are already talking about is unbelievable, Trig.
Chris Cavanagh: You don’t have to tell me that. I heard that bullshit they spewed out of their mouths. They’re talking about The Purge being jokes as IIW Tag Team Champions and how those titles are as good as theirs.
Andy Donahue: Pathetic. These three wanna just jump to the Tag Championship picture and target The Purge? Are they forgetting about something that’s in their way?
Chris Cavanagh: The Celtic Club is in their way. That’s one hell of a fucking mountain to summit—I think these three mo-mos got a better chance of reaching the peak of Mount Everest this Monday Night.
Andy Donahue: These idiots are about to run all of their self-created momentum head first into this brick wall right here and they’re never going to feel the same again.
Andy begins to flex his pectoral muscles on and off. Trigger just shakes his head as he has begin to grown accustom to Andy seeming to think that his physique is the be all, end all when it comes to discussions of who is going to dominate inside of the squared circle.
Chris Cavanagh: I guess I will be the one to remind my fellow jailbirds that they get the honor of being the first team on the IIW roster to face off against The Celtic Club.
Andy Donahue: Yeah, our first victims.
Chris Cavanagh: The first team to get a taste of the REAL Tag Team Champions.
Andy Donahue: That’s right Mark, Mike and Jesse—don’t forget that we are the First Class Pro Wrestling Tag Team Champions.
Chris Cavanagh: The only Tag Team Champions in professional wrestling that means a god damned thing. I don’t give a shit if IIW wants to recognize these championship belts or not—at some point in the future we will be taking this organization’s championships and adding them to the laundry list of accolades The Celtic Club has collectively acquired.
Andy Donahue: So until you get through with us…I don’t think there is much of a point in you shitheads discussing your chances of winning anything around here.
Chris Cavanagh: One thing you guys definitely got right is that things have changed in the IIW. I mean, its pretty cliché since things are constantly in a state of flux in our industry but its true. The IIW and its roster have, for the most part, never had to deal with the force of nature that is headed their way.
Andy Donahue: And the people that share that locker room that have faced us? Let’s just say they know their odds of winning are pretty low.
Trigger smacks Andy on the chest and the two stare down.
Chris Cavanagh: Stop right there. We ain’t turning this into a session of Scott Steiner math.
Andy Donahue: All I’m trying to say is these dudes are an Irish Car Bomb away from a broken neck and their squad of three being trimmed down to two permanently.
Chris Cavanagh: Then just say that. Don’t try to get too cute with words—its already been well established that the microphone ain’t exactly your thing.
Andy Donahue: Don’t need it. I wreck shit when I’m in the ring.
Andy continued to show off his physique as he raised both arms in the air and clenched his bicep muscles and smirked.
Chris Cavanagh: Now, back to the matter at hand. Just like you boys failed to help your buddy Osh by being unavailable to help him keep control of this company at World’s Collide—you’ll be failing your little threesome of wannabe royalty at Monday Night Mayhem. You call IIW the abyss? You think my brother and I came from some little nothing territory as if that was the only spot in our lives we had traveled? You should maybe do a Google search as I’m sure it will do you a good solid and inform you as to some previous events in our careers. I’m not going to go on and on with a laundry list of past achievements—we all know the retort so of that’s not IIW so why bother? You can talk to some of the boys in IIW that have held championship gold about their run ins with The Celtic Club. Talk to your buddy Osh’s nephew, talk to Jonny C—they may not like to admit it but even those two know that The Celtic Club is built different.
Andy smiled and turned around spreading his back while tilting his head to the camera.
Andy Donahue: You can say that again Trig. These little fish got no idea what these big fishes have in store for them on Monday.
Andy smiled as if his fish size comparison was some Earth shattering comment.
Chris Cavanagh: I know they referred to Johnnie as a big fish in a small pond but you can just keep flexing and leave the talking to me now—you like doing that.
Andy shrugged his shoulders and began to pose in different flexing positions on and off while Trigger shook his head and brought his face back to the camera.
Chris Cavanagh: You three have no idea how wonderful it is going to feel to make you all eat your words on our first match in IIW. You think we are some cute elementary school “leprechaun gang”. Does our name give you all the warm and fuzzy feelings of a cling on window decoration for St. Paddy’s Day?
Trigger chuckled slightly.
Chris Cavanagh: Well, if it does…it shouldn’t. You want to tell my brother, the whole crew’s leader, that we “know the pecking order”…what fucking pecking order might that be? What the fuck have you ever done against us? Claim we have been wrestling in the little leagues all you want but when our collision at Mayhem comes to a close its going to be you, the “dominant stable”, that has a member pinned to the mat. So what will become of The Prestige after their first encounter with The Celtic Club? Will the three of you realize that your day of relevance in the IIW has officially come to a close? Will you apologize for your bullshit rhetoric after we clean the floor with the both of you? I don’t think it matters what you three do after we are done with you. I will just revel in the fact that we went out there on our first Monday Night Mayhem, took a couple of naysayers and taught them a much needed lesson about just who the fuck we really are. I just hope other members of the locker room take note and learn their lesson before they find themselves victims to diarrhea of the mouth like The Prestige. I don’t know why, but personally…when you guys run off at the mouth—Johnnie Boy gets pissed, and when Johnnie Boy gets pissed…
Andy Donahue: The Celtic Clubs makes heads roll.
Andy snorted and flexed his torso as Trigger smiled and the scene cut to static.
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