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Post by Osh Vaughan on Jun 14, 2021 11:55:57 GMT
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Post by V.I.P Eddie Zam on Jun 16, 2021 10:27:45 GMT
(IIW Headquarters- Netlfix Interactive zone, we join Amelia Granger. The place is set up with IIW Signs and a Netflix logo in the background. She stands before it sexy as ever. )
Amelia Granger: Welcome pro wrestling aficionados- Intense International Wrestling in conjunction with Netflix is happy to bring this exclusive one on one interview with none other than-VIP Eddie Zam
(From the side walks in Eddie Zam dressed in his black single strap leotards, hair greased up)
Zam: You know mamita, you can call me Smooth Roughness! Or The Chilean Dream. - como stai ?
Amelia: I'm very well - thanks for asking. Thank you for joining us today for this exclusive. Smooth Roughness Eddie Zam, has a confusing ring to it.
Zam: I'm not confused , are YOU? Bonita!
(Zam looks her up and down with intent)
Amelia: Okay now................... Can we focus on wrestling and I I W matters?
Zam: I'm always focused on WRESTLING matters señorita , i'm always in control.
Amelia: With all due respects Mister Zamora, yet, this past Monday Night Mayhem it looked you lost- control.
Zam: You should know me better by now Amelia, wise and poisonous , slippery and sneaky... 1 9 7 7 ... Nineteen seventy seven, the year of the snake! The fans and you can come to their own conclusions - I dont care. These opinions and conclusions dont bother me one bit, the fact remains... That the ONLY opinion worthy of my consideration is - MY own, And everything thats occurred is for a very very specific reason.
Amelia: So you expected Ultimate Destroyer to upstage you like that in front of the world?
Zam: Fail Forward Fast , Amelia, Fail Forward Fast , I cannot stress this enough . Unlike others around here , in fact unlike MOST in this roster... I AM my TRUE SELF. And as a result........................
(Zam smirks and winks at the camera)
Things are unfolding exactly as I have envisioned... exactly as I have planned. You see Miss, IM the denominator in this equation... One win away from the World Tag Team titles ... One win away from getting my hands on that chicken Chris Nitro and his daddy. TWO wins away from claiming my first GOLD .
And how did this happen? How did this occur?
Amelia: By sheer luck?
Zam: You got some nerve Miss, I should slap you side ways!!!
(Amelia contains her grin and professionalism)
Amelia: Its a three way Tag Team title for a shot at the belts, How will Ultimate Destroyer and yourself function? Is it even possible?
Zam: The beast , he is strong, the strongest man in this whole industry without a shadow of a doubt - YET ... he aint too bright, he aint too smart señorita. And therefore - it doesnt matter if he functions with me or not ... All he has too do is whack some bozo over the head , knock out his partner with the big boot of his and TAG me in.... Punto. FInito la musica.... I'll do the rest..
Infact....
As I told Chris Nitro, I'll do this myself- all by myself- If that big beast doesnt want to co operate , if that ungrateful giant doesnt value the offerings i presented him. Then you know what Amelia, He can stay home... He can stay home like Markito Alessio did, like Jason Hunter, like Jason Manaia , like Mickey Kindade - like The Young PUPS!!!! When opportunity knocks- BRAVE men answer and theres is no one BRAVER than me ...
MUUHAHAHAAH
You hear that boys, niños? You here that little fellas?
Amelia: Any thoughts about your upcoming opponents?
Zam: Miss, I study , I do home work, I watch videos on my V H S recorder. and you know what sometimes I even use the laptop and social media.... Ive had a look at these two teams, I studied them for a few minutes and you know what just like I tell Chris Nitro .... if you are so TOUGH and SURE about your team and your worth... bring it .. put your money where your foot is or mouth is or whatever that stupid saying is, and step up.... Most people dont show up when I'm in that ring, and I'm not expecting things to change . Show up.. Please show up.
I will show up.
And thats the difference between ME and these guys , thats the difference between me and just about everyone else on the roster. You will never ever ever be like ME, NO one will ever ever be like me! Im just too much!
And so, as the dominoes fall into place....now that I have an AMIGO , now that I tamed Total Destroyer. Now I can say- Thats the difference between THEM and us ...And now I can turn my attention at the Tag team titles. You see boys, Ultimate Destroyer might have the experience of an Ant in wrestling .. but he has the strength of a RHINO and when you mix that in with my intelligence with my experience.... with hundreds upon hundreds of matches, singles, tag teams , championships, main event after main event , interview after interview ....when you let me TAME his ego and let me DIRECT his anger ... only good things can occur.
And if Ultimate Destroyer Looks, Listen and Learns.... Then IIW Explosion awaits.... Pay Per View , history will be made... New World Tag Team Champions...
Back to back promos, back to back matches, one on one .. two versus one handicap matches, tag teams, street fights you name it.. First Class, Mayhem, Netflix - IIW Combat- it doesnt matter , Smooth Roughness in the flesh..... Born to be born to breed- Now GRAB a ticket and get in line!!!
MUUHAHAHAHA
(Zam does the sign of the cross and walks off )
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2021 23:04:22 GMT
They wanted a sit down interview, in fact, they busted my balls for weeks about doing a sit down interview. Even though I’m the real life fucking embodiment of Superman, I drink blood, I can’t be killed etc. I have a breaking point. I decided after all of the nagging and ball busting that I would in fact give the sons of bitches the sit down interview they so desperately craved, a sit down interview of epic portions, the kind that will be talked about and remembered for generations, sort of like when Mick Foley in his “Mankind” persona brutally attacked Jim Ross and put him in the Mandible Claw after abusing himself to make a point. Or the time that Kane set “good ol J.R.” ablaze on live television.
Dressed in a khaki suit with a black dress shirt sans a tie, black wingtip shoes that shine like the sun, black aviator glasses I appear before you looking only as I can look. Conducting this interview is the one, the only “Mr. Wrestling” Tony C. We enter the set which is nothing fancy, just your typical studio with cameras and two seats across from one another. C is wearing a royal blue “ask me about wrestling” t-shirts with white lettering, a pair of denim jeans (dark blue) and royal blue sneakers with gold laces. He shakes my hand welcoming me and then begins addressing the camera/audience at home directly.
Tony C: Hello again wrestling fans… it’s me… it’s me… “Mr. Wrestling” Tony Mother Fucking C! and I’m here live with a man who needs no introduction but I’m going to give him one anyway, the man, the myth the legend, the leader and manager of the Syndicate Mr. Tees.
Tees: Honor to be here Tony as always.
Tony C: This week you’re team will make it’s debut as a team and not in just any old match… no… they’ll be debuting as a team in a triple threat tag team number one contenders match against the Celtic Club and the very formattable team of Eddie Zam and the Destroyer. What are your thoughts on this one?
Tees: We’re going to win this, become number 1 contenders and go on to become tag team champions. I am no stranger to the Celtic Club, another incarnation of the Syndicate battled them on a few occasions in FCPW but this version of the Syndicate is far stronger and more dangerous than the version the Celtic Club has faced in the past. Goldstein and Fuller are ruthless and will stop at nothing to win. These two men are the epitome of the “odd couple” one guy grew up on the mean streets and the other was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. They despise one another but they despise their opponents and losing even more. Zam and Destroyer are a dark horse, I know little about them but they know little about this incarnation of the Syndicate as well. It will be a tough fight but we will beat both of these teams at every turn. I owe the Celtic Club a receipt for beating us on the way out of FCPW and becoming the first and only tag team champions of FCPW, that should have been my group but this is a new dawn, a new day and the absolute best version of the Syndicate that there could ever be.
I take a sip of water and continue
Tees: Andy Donahue is a muscle headed freak, so is the Destroyer, Chris Cavanagh has never been accused of being smart or even sane, Eddie Zam likes to call himself the “V.I.P. but once we finished with him the V will stand for “Very” the I will stand for “Injured” and depending on preferences the P will stand for either “person” or “Piss-ant” but there is no surviving this one for any of these men, these people have unfortunately gotten themselves into a winless situation.
Tony C: Inquiring minds want to know what the hell happened last week between your client Das Ungeheur and Adam “The Monster”? Your client basically abandoned his match and went after Adam “The Monster”?
Tees: Adam the so called “Monster” stuck his nose where it didn’t belong and interfered in my client’s business, he will pay a heavy, heavy price for that. He’ll rule the day he decided to interject himself into our match. Adam may very well be a monster, but my client is the mother fucking monster, the monster that all other monsters will be judged by and the only monster that really matters. Adam has been warned and Adam will pay.
Tony C: Anything else you want to add?
Tees: When I was about 15 years old I decided to break into a neighbor’s house and burglarize it. It was stupid, incredibly, incredibly stupid. It would be a safe bet to say that it was in fact the stupidest thing I had ever done, and it was something that ultimately traumatized me for life. You see what happened was I heard someone coming as I was looking through the bedroom for valuables… two people in fact two women. I not wanting to be caught hid in the closet and was forced to watch two incredibly large women having lesbian sex of a kinky nature. One tied the other up and tickle tortured her and proceeded to have her way with her. This went on for several hours and I was not able to leave until this 300lbs woman and 350lbs woman stopped orgasming and having sex and fell asleep. I got away with it but I paid a heavy price as well ad was never the same. Adam “The Monster” may have gotten away with his actions on that particular Monday but we will get him and he will regret becoming involved in our affairs.
Tony C: Is there anything else you would like to add?
Tees: I have more than said my piece for the time being and all of the names mentioned have been warned. The bell now tolls for all of you and when bells start tolling heads start rolling.
Tony C: Thank for very much for your time.
Tees: Always a pleasure!
Fade out.
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Post by The Celtic Club on Jun 23, 2021 0:43:10 GMT
The scene opens to Andy Donahue shutting the door to a store front and locking the door behind him. The camera pans to show a delicatessen, the shelves barely stocked—it was clear that this establishment was not set up to make a lot of income off of the delicatessen portion of the business. No one was to be seen at the counter but the back of John Cavanagh could be seen clear as day. Cavanagh walked with serious intent, head straightforward…nearing checking back to see if Andy Boy was indeed doing his job and following his boss. A young man Jamaican man with dreadlocks comes out from a swinging door leading to the back, without looking up he speaks…
Jamaican Deli Worker: “Yeah man, whatcha…”
The deli employee looks up and his eyes widen as his mind began to run wild computing the two men that stood before him.
John Cavanagh: ”Stay out here, kid.”
The younger man did as he was told, slowly walking towards the front of the store but still taking a gander back from with every few steps. He was curious as to why Andy remained outside until, as if John Cavanagh read the employee’s mind, John shouted.
John Cavanagh: ”Andy…not you, you’re with me!”
Andy shook his head, realizing his own stupidity, and he broke into a power walk to catch up to John. The camera picked up with John and Andy entering a small back room through a beaded-curtain doorway. John looked forward and shook his head as Andy looked towards Johnnie Boy for some signal of what to do as coughing is heard from outside of the scene’s view.
John Cavanagh: ”So this is why you shitheads ain’t bringing the envelopes as fat as they used to be.
The camera pans out to three skinny, middle-aged Jamaican men with a gallon Ziploc bag filled with marijuana on the table in front of them. One man stood up and moved towards John very slowly, he opened his arms and then his mouth, beginning to explain himself...then it happened. Whack! The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the small room as John’s fist crushed into the man’s jaw. The Jamaican male stood momentarily, the expression in his eyes blank, before he crumbled to the ground.
John Cavanagh: Stop fucking off! This is the ONLY warning you’re getting before I make you pieces of shit wish you were still dealing with The Yardies back home in Kingston!
John turned around, he never looked at Andy—he just walked right past him and headed towards the outside of the establishment. Andy stared down at the unconscious man, then up at the visibly shook remaining two at the table.
Andy Donahue: ”Well, mental note…don’t piss Johnnie off.”
Andy turns as the scene cuts out. The scene reopens to Andy Donahue and Chris “Trigger” Cavanagh seated at a table in The Blarney Stone Irish Pub & Grill in Hell’s Kitchen, New York. Trig exhales a cloud of cigarette smoking as he can be seen putting the butt of a cigarette out on a large red ceramic ashtray. Andy sits across from him and blows the smoke out of his face with his hand as he speaks.
Andy Donahue: ”And then you know what Johnnie told me on the way back?”
Trigger shook his head while slightly rolling his eyes, he always found rhetorical questions a bit annoying.
Andy Donahue: “Your brother tells me—this is what happens when he has to wait too long to hit someone legally.”
Andy began to chuckle and smile.
Andy Donahue: Trig…you listening?
Trigger, who had zoned out on one of the many Irish themed decors littered around the wall, snapped back into the conversation. The younger Cavanagh brother looked towards the human muscle that sat across from him for a moment and responded.
Chris Cavanagh: ”You do remember what’s happening over in Manchester this weekend, right?”
Andy Donahue: “Yeah—we gotta kick some ass, what the fuck else is new?”
Chris Cavanagh: “I’m glad you remember what part of the job description is…but do you actually remember the importance of this match?”
Andy Donahue: “Three-way Tag Team action? We get to squash two teams and let four men watch their dreams of success in pro wrestling crash and burn like the loser in a Dog Fight. What else do I need to know?”
Chris Cavanagh: ”Maybe…just maybe it might make sense to know who we are facing?”
Andy Donahue: “Who? Two teams made up of two people—neither of which are better than us individually or as a team. What else do I need to worry about?”
Chris Cavanagh: ”Don’t you remember Mr. Tees back in FCPW? Him and his crew, The Syndicate, from what I remember they were sick fucks. I remember Johnnie saying he thought The Syndicate was the only group that might be able to give us a run for our money.”
Andy Donahue: “Trig, really? Do I remember The Syndicate? You mean one of the teams that couldn’t get the job done against us at April Annihilation?”
Trigger rolled his eyes and gently shook his head back and forth.
Chris Cavanagh: ”And Johnnie says I’m the cocky one? Yeah, they didn’t win that tag match—we’re the FCPW Tag Team Champions blah, blah, blah…what team got pinned again?”
Andy paused for a moment as he took a drink of water from his SmartWater bottle.
Chris Cavanagh: ”That’s right Andy Boy, we pinned The Barnburners not The Syndicate and either way—these two ain’t the same two errand boys that Tees had running around with him in First Class Pro…these are two new guys.”
Andy Donahue: “New guys? Then what the fuck we got to worry about anyway?!
Chris Cavanagh: ”I mean, we’re going to win but if we haven’t seen this combination of The Syndicate you can’t just write them off.”
Andy Donahue: “Who’s writing them off? This ain’t tax season! I’m just saying that I’m going to go out there and stretch them two the way I stretched the last two fuckboys that called themselves The Syndicate. You can keep yourself on the apron if you’re so afraid of the new Syndicate.”
Chris Cavanagh: ”Afraid? Come on, Andy Boy, you know damn well I ain’t afraid of nothing!”
Andy Donahue: “Good because I learned from looking back at old WWF programming…anything with the word new is usually shit. They might not call themselves The New Syndicate, but I’m pretty certain they’re still shit.”
Chris Cavanagh: ”That doesn’t mean you should take them like push overs. They’ve got the element of surprise on their side.”
The behemoth known as Andy Donahue looked at Trigger with a puzzled expression on his face.
Andy Donahue: “Element of surprise?”
Chris Cavanagh: ”Yeah. You know, like how Johnnie made that Jamaican mutt crumble like a building on demolition day.”
Andy Donahue: “What you mean?”
Chris Cavanagh: ”Johnnie cracked him, the guy didn’t know what was happening—that surprise right there aided Johnnie in making that piece of shit fall with one fist.”
Andy raised his eyebrow.
Andy Donahue: “You sure it wasn’t the fist?”
Chris Cavanagh: ”Look, I’m sure the fist did the majority of the work…my brother is a tough son of a bitch trust me all we did was fight as kids…but that surprise helped in that situation. Not saying The Syndicate can beat us—I know I’m better than anything that steaming load of dog feces Mr. Tees has to offer—but, if they did, I’d chalk it up to that element of surprise.”
Andy chuckled, still finding it hard to grasp such an abstract concept.
Andy Donahue: “Element of surprise, my ass. Those guys couldn’t surprise me into a defeat if they tried a million times.”
Trigger shook his head and reached down to the table in front of him. Trigger pulled a cigarette out of his green pack of Newports and flicked his lighter allowing the tip of the cigarette to be engulfed by the orange flame. Trig took a drag and exhaled through his nostrils while scratching his right temple.
Chris Cavanagh: ”Ya know, I know Johnnie finds it painful to explain shit to me sometimes but god damn kid there just ain’t nothing getting through that thick skull of yours.”
Andy laughed and smiled.
Andy Donahue: “Funny, that’s what my grandmother always told me. God rest her soul.”
Chris Cavanagh: ”Yeah, poor Grandma is still looking down shaking her head at your thick skull.”
Andy Donahue: “Thick skull? We are the FCPW Tag Team Champions…we are facing off against two teams that couldn’t lift my jockstrap on their best days…we ain’t got a damn thing to worry about, Trig.”
Trigger sucked his teeth as loud as his obnoxious personality could muster before taking a drag from his cigarette and speaking as the smoke began to pour from his mouth.
Chris Cavanagh: ”Well, Mr. Heir Apparent, since you know every fucking thing about the wrestling business already—what is your plan for the other team in our match?”
Andy Donahue: ”Other team? You mean…you think they’re actually stupid enough to bother showing up to Monday Night Mayhem?”
Chris Cavanagh: ”Well, that’s definitely not going to happen. I get it, odds are in our favor, all day, completely agree with you but why the fuck would someone not show up for a number one contenders match?”
Andy Donahue: ”Because Eddie Zam is too smart to test a man like me, he’d rather survive. And Ultimate Destroyer will be too busy playing monster of destruction on some poor British neighborhood.”
Trigger chuckled before taking another drag.
Chris Cavanagh: ”Alright, alright…all jokes aside, this is for the number one contenders spot though. I don’t give a shit if I were going up against two nobody teams this half of the real Tag Team Champions ain’t taking this shit as lightly as you.”
Andy Donahue: “What you gonna do? Tell me that same shit Johnnie says…”
Chris Cavanagh: ”We don’t have to…”
Andy Donahue: “Be pinned to lose this match. I know, I know, Trig. How many times you guys gonna remind me of that?”
Chris Cavanagh: ”When you fucking learn…maybe? Last time Johnnie told you that what happened out in the Maritimes?”
Andy looked down in disgust and shook his head.
Andy Donahue: “I fucking lost and didn’t get pinned.”
Trigger “tipped his cap” to Andy as if he were actually wearing a hat.
Chris Cavanagh: ”Congratulations young man, you are beginning to learn. Now, how about we not make that same mistake twice, Andy Boy?”
Andy took a deep breath to calm himself before his response.
Andy Donahue: “Right Trig…right.”
Chris Cavanagh: ”Good, I don’t feel like dealing with Johnnie’s wrath if we don’t take home the Tag Title opportunity. He’s already pissed.”
Andy Donahue: “Yeah, that whole Zack Steele thing.”
Chris Cavanagh: ”Fuck yeah…Johnnie not getting the win in his first match here—he was heated to say the least.”
Andy Donahue: “Shit happens…wasn’t Johnnie’s fault.”
Chris Cavanagh: ”Yeah, but, you know him…he wants to win everything.“
Andy Donahue: “And hit people whenever he feels like it.”
Chris Cavanagh: ”Eh, that’s a family trait.”
Trigger began to laugh as Andy looked on bewildered and the scene cut to static.
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Post by V.I.P Eddie Zam on Jun 25, 2021 8:49:12 GMT
(We are at the IIW Development center, a few rings and a few jobbers- no one of any stardom present-except VIP Eddie Zam training with The Manc Mauler- The Manc Mauler goes for an irish whip, Eddie Zam reverses it and throw Manc Mauler hard up against the turnbuckles)
Eddie Zam: Come on Manc Mauler!!! Vamos pendejo!
(Eddie Zam runs in and Manc Mauler ducks and Eddie almost hits his mouth on the pole. Thats when he realises the IIW Camera crew have setup, cameras and microphones.... his eyes shine )
Zam: Manc Mauler you child of the world. Take a break!
(Zam gets out of the ring and makes his way over to the cameras)
Zam: Good Good, muy bien.. you guys are always here just in time right? Cameras always around the corner? Hey? Just in time .. sneaky you! IS THAT RIGHT?
Well I dont think so, infact, I saw you guys coming a mile away... I just let Manc Mauler show off- I said since day one- Im here to help and nurture the next generation and thats what YOU just saw. Yet its good you people are here.. its good that you guys take interest in Smooth Roughness , the VIP of professional Wrestling, the man with La Virgin on his side, the man with THE SUN on his side.. the man with heart and courage... The man capable of carrying IIW on the back of his shoulders , the man born to be born breed- the list goes on ... and on... yet its twenty twenty one- the year of the buffalo or whatever you wanna call that animal. It kinda reminds me of this brute of a partner i have - Total Destroyer- Ultimate Destroyer- whatever the bloody hell his name is ; I dont care.
Point is- I needed a partner to have a chance at the tag team titles in twenty twenty one, things have changed and not for the best- yet im forty four and in my wrestling prime ... and now that Im hungrier than ever , smarter than ever- only time can stop me.
(Eddie Zam fixes his hair and coninues)
You guys, you camera 'sneaky' weirdos who always happen to catch every private session, every private moment for the world too see , who think they KNOW it all like John Cavanagh . who think they got all the bases covered, like Teees from the Syndicate.... Moss Side faithful ,John and Tees, netflix , people at home, fans in general the whole IIW Roster , International Champ Dolly Debonaire, heavyweight champ Jake E Snooze, Television Champion Rogue, Hardcore champion Antonio Phoenix - and especially you guys- the camera crew standing before me..............
Take Note:
No estoy jugando. I'm not playing . When I have not one , but multiple titles wrapped around my shoulders .. Then, perhaps, You people might realize this isn't my first rodeo.
(Zam grabs a towel and blows his nose with it .... and smirks)
Snots, mucus , blood, guts, beatings, humilation, pain, frustration and exposure.... these are just some of the things associated with me...
MUUHAHAHAHA
Take it as you want- the fact remains and the fact is- i can do this in my sleep. I can talk all day everyday, day in day out, I can wrestle - day in day out. And that is all that matters in this business. The hunger, the want, the desire, the passion.... and I check all those boxes. SO Tees, I might find you kinda funny to be truthful, I actually might see some potential in you, perhaps you and I - perhaps we have a future . Yet this Mayhem, this Monday... you send those two mutes who think they can wrestle, you send in two guys who for some reason you think can out think can out compete the VIP, can out work out hustle the two time NWC World Tag Team Champion of the world.... EL O EL
MUUHAHAHAHA
Whats their names? Those two guys , one is huge I give you that.. a massive goof- Das Ungeheuer- im sure Total Destroyer has him covered ....You need to learn Tees, and this goes for you too Johnny Cavanagh -you fat little mule! You put some respect in your mouth Johnny Cav when you talk about me and bring up past titles like the FCPW tag team belts And you best teach that too your two little stooges....Those two little goons you call brothers with the personality of the tea cup.
I am the greatest Tag Team legend in the history of this whole industry.... I could call your grandmother John and ---- Id be Tag Team champion of the world. I SHOULD be the greatest singles legend of this world and industry as well ...yet thats another story for another day-
Tees I might think you kinda cool. John I might think your a fat little pig ... but really it will not MATTER what i think..Or youse ... Because you are sending in your dogs to deal with a MONSTER .. a monster in the form of the Ultimate Destroyer .. a three hundred pound seven foot brute of nature whose only weakness is a vagina and tits... whose only weakness in life- I control!.... i CONTROL. And so these are the facts heading into mayhem- You two clowns correctly predict that I am your greatest obstacle heading into this match. That I am the one standing in the way of a shot at the world tag team titles at the pay per view. Yet its for all the wrong reasons....it has nothing to do with SKILL or craftiness... it has everything to do with destiny. Some things are just that simple........................
because OOO Mamacitia its good to be ME
I have TAMED the Ultimate Destroyer...And so theres nothing left for you guys and those dogs of yours to do but get in line... meditate , take notes, learn and remember..... I could do this day in day out, season after season, every two days , month , week, one versus two, three versus one... cage matches... street fights... hardcore rules...inter promotional- I dont care....You bring the contract, I sign and I teach .
(Zam walks off scene towards one of the rings to continue training and practicing with the IIW Combat Jobbers)
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Post by The Celtic Club on Jun 27, 2021 17:49:21 GMT
The scene opens to the hazy view of what appears to be a gym. Grunts are heard as the camera begins to focus and we can clearly make out Kline’s Gym located in Hell’s Kitchen, New York. The grunts come from a bench where large, muscular arms can be seen raising up a bench press bar. The camera pans out to see Chris “Trigger” Cavanagh, adorned in a pair of black basketball shorts and a black Under Armor shirt.
Chris Cavanagh: ”Keep going Andy! Do what you do best!”
The grunts from Andy Donahue continue as his shredded arms continue to hoist the bench press bar over and over again in the background.
Chris Cavanagh: ”I mean, we’re all professional athletes so we all have to train a bit…but, I swear, this fucking kid takes it to an entirely new level. He practically lives at this place.”
The bench press bar is seen being placed on top of the bench. Andy’s body sits up, his humongous back turned to the camera.
Andy Donahue: ”That’s why I’ve got tree trunks for legs and most of the guys in the locker room got chicken legs.”
Trigger chuckled as Andy took a sip of water and laid back down on the bench for his next set of reps.
Chris Cavanagh: ”While that might be true, its also true that my beast of a tag team partner doesn’t exactly have a way with words. Us Cavanaghs on the other hand, somebody in our family must have fucked the god damned Blarney Stone because it seems we all got the Gift of Gab. That’s not to say others around here haven’t been blessed with that skill as well—I don’t really need to look much further than one of the schmucks we are going to be taking on in this triple threat Tag Team contenders match on Monday Night Mayhem.”
Trigger looked over towards the small cashier’s post that Kline’s Gym had. The area was barely used as the plethora of unorganized paperwork would suggest. Most people who came into this gym either paid Andy’s grandfather in cash or had their membership as a favor. Let’s not forget Jimmy had been a bookie for going on fifty years now, the old man still had to have a place of business for his real career. Trigger honed in on the photographs hanging on the wall—MMA fighters, boxers and professional wrestlers alike some with championships, some without. Many tough guys from the Kitchen and surrounding neighborhoods had honed their skills in this gym and The Celtic Club boys were no different.
Chris Cavanagh: ”If the Old Man had a photo for each time I won a title, or Johnnie won a title—this whole place would be overcrowded. So on Monday Night, Andy and I, we are going into this triple threat tag team match to take care of business. We are going to take the oxymoron that is Eddie Zam and destroy that ego of his. You guys see his little interview with Amelia? Fucking guy was so focused on the T and A in front of him that he must have forgot what kind of animals he is going to share the ring with this Monday Night! Eddie might think he’s just a few short wins away from his first championship in IIW but I guess I might as well be that asshole to break the news to him—sorry, puto, it ain’t gonna happen! You might have been hot shit back in Chile but this place ain’t Chile—IIW has some of the best wrestlers in the world, how do I know that? The Celtic Club is on the fucking roster and you ain’t got a prayer in hell against any of us…that includes Shannon!”
The bar is placed on top of the press again as Andy’s feint grunts conclude. Andy is seen getting up and moving to the butterfly machine in the background as Trigger continues.
Chris Cavanagh: ”Yo, Andy!”
The camera cuts to a close up of Andy who had just completed setting up the butterfly machine and sitting down. Andy rolled his eyes.
Andy Donahue: It’s Chest Day, Trig! Don’t bother me on Chest Day!”
Chris Cavanagh ”Alright, dick…just trying to let you know this Eddie Zam character thinks his tag team partner at Mayhem, Ultimate Destroyer, is the strongest guy in this promotion.”
The camera, which stayed focus on Andy, picks up the blood rushing to the flesh of Andy’s face, his eyes widened and some of the veins across his body began to pop up.
Andy Donahue: ”Oh really? I guess I’ll have to prove that theory wrong this Monday. Fuck this lightweight shit!”
Andy popped up and moved the weight down to the bottom of the machine as the camera cut back to Trigger who was shaking his head in disbelief as the grunts begin again, only this time twice as loud.
Chris Cavanagh: ”Well, I mean, I guess that’s one way to motivate Andy Boy. Eddie, I guess you and I have that in common with our partners—they’re both strong but they ain’t too bright. I’d be willing to wager that Andy is both stronger and smarter than Destroyer…quite a bit stronger, just a tad smarter. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure the only reason Andy finished high school was a combination of football coaches convincing teachers to pass him and his size terrifying the other teachers. The sad part is Eddie, if you are the brains of your team, you’re both fucked from the start. You’re so focused on Chris Nitro and looking forward to your Tag Title match that you can’t see the monumental task in front of you. Trigger and Andy…those ain’t two little speed bumps in your journey to the top of the mountain kid…we are the fucking mountain and that’s exactly what you’ll be learning the hard way at Monday Night Mayhem.”
Andy’s grunts come to a conclusion as the camera cuts back to him, his body red and sweat pouring down his face.
Andy Donahue: ”And I’ll be there to show Ultimate Destroyer who REALLY is the strongest man in professional wrestling!”
Trigger laughs as the camera cuts back to him.
Chris Cavanagh: ”Some of us, like myself, want this big things in life—money, power, bitches and championships. Some of us, like the lunatic I will be sharing a corner with on Monday night, want the smaller things in life—like the ability to win a fucking arm wrestling contest. You think its best that my brother, and his “stooges” as you put it, best to speak respectfully when we bring you up? I don’t know what you’re smoking buddy but you need to pass that Dutchie right on over here and let me get a few pulls off of that bitch because you MUST be high as a kite to think any of us are going to be respectful to you. I don’t give a damn if you tamed the Ultimate Destroyer by tickling his balls in the proper fashion, I don’t give a damn if you fancy yourself the best tag team wrestler in all of professional wrestling…why? Because you’re not!”
Andy’s voice is heard faintly from the back of the gym.
Andy Donahue: ”Can’t possibly be. Not when we’re the best tag team this industry has to offer!”
Trigger smiled.
Chris Cavanagh: ”That a boy Andy! See, I’ve been trying to teach the young’n that sometimes less is more. Mr. Tees and The Syndicate? Don’t think I forgot about you band of happy morons. Tees wants to tell the world that this version of The Syndicate is as big and bad as his crew gets? Good. After Monday Night Mayhem you’ll be left with absolutely no excuse as to why you’re not sporting the best team in the sport. Your last team failed to beat us at the last FCPW show, yeah we didn’t pin them—but you guys weren’t the champs when that dumpster fire was purchased by this garbage dump. I guess we will just defend these titles, in our minds, to defeat your boys once more as well as Destroyer and Eddie to go on and unify the two championships into one. Huh, that has a nice sound to it. The first, last and only FCPW Tag Team Champions and NEW IIW Tag Team Champions. Huh, guess that’s a goal worth reaching for…ain’t it?”
The scene cuts to static as Andy’s final grunts are heard in the background.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2021 21:00:02 GMT
August 17th, 1968.
Mr. James Goldstein is the reigning, defending, Undisputed Heavyweight Champion of the World as far as The Anarchist Wrestling Federation (AWF) is concerned. Never pinned, never submitted, never even really “defeated” in a classic sense aside from maybe being counted out or disqualified due to getting overzealous, you would think Goldstein would have some satisfaction and might even be “happy” after all he has defeated the best and the so called “best” time and time again. But you see, Goldstein is miserable as he lacks a challenge in his era, no one to really stand in opposition to him or present him with a challenge. Goldstein walks back through the curtain past the jeering crowd carrying his championship belt with a look of disdain upon his face he has just experienced yet another successful title defense against another two bit challenger who really didn’t provide any real challenge. It is then Goldstein encounters a strange man dressed in a 1930’s style zoot suit that is royal blue with black pinstripes and a matching fedora this person is the man we know today as Mr. Tees.
Tees: Why so glum partner?
Goldstein: Who the hell are you?
Tees: The name is Mr. Tees and I’m on a recruiting mission… I’m putting a super faction together and you my friend are super impressive… I feel you would make a great addition to this team I am looking to build what do you say?
Goldstein: I say take a long walk off of a short peer that’s what I say. I’m not interested in associating with some parasite from the shallow end of the gene pool. Now get lost!
Tees: But I can offer you the one thing you desperately crave… real competition… a challenge. You have conquered this era in pro wrestling time and time again proven yourself to be the best that there has ever been… the opportunity that I propose would involve you laying claim to being the best of any era now and well into the future.
Mr. Goldstein: I am not sure how I could possibly make this any clearer to a lesser type such as yourself so I will just say this is simple, mundane, everyday language… fuck off and get the fuck away from me before I beat you to a bloody pulp.
Tees: If that isn’t enough there is a lot of money in it for you, fast cars and even faster women come on Goldstein I can make you a legend, so much more than the champion of some rinky dink promotion that no one will even remember 50/60 years from now. In the immortal words of Candyman “Come with me and be immortal.”
Goldstein: The “immortal words of who?”
Tees: Candyman a titular character in a movie of the same name.
Goldstein: Never heard of it. But now you are speaking my language, regarding the competition, women, cars and of course money. Count me in… what do I need to do?
Tees: It’s easy, I just need to make some adjustments and bring you into the 21st century and you should be good to go.
The rest gets kind of hazy but it involves Goldstein being somehow placed into suspended animation and then awaking in the 21st century or maybe some kind of implied time travel. But anyway Goldstein awakens in the present time implying that the previous was merely a dream. Goldstein now appears to be in his dressing room taking a nap on the sofa. Marcus Fuller then enters the room still dressed in his boxing/wrestling attire sans the gloves though his fists are taped. He is also wearing the robe he occasionally wears to the ring.
Fuller: Hey… mother fucker wake the fuck up we have an interview to do and will be meeting with Tees to do that interview now get up and get ready I’m not getting in trouble because of your monkey ass now get up!
Goldstein: Watch your tongue before I rip it out of your head. Who in the hell do you think your speaking to in that tone using those words? I know you are a lesser type from the “ghetto” and all but mind who you are speaking to .
Fuller: All I’m saying is we have this big, number one contender’s match and if you fuck up this opportunity for me or even cause me trouble by no showing this interview I’ll consider killing you I mean I really will… I’ve taken lives before and it isn’t a big thing as far as I’m concerned fuck you mother fucker I’ll kick your ass.
The two men nearly come to blows and begin knocking things over almost getting into it before being separated by security. It is then that yours truly appears and separates them dressed in a grey sharkskin suit with a red dress shirt, no tie and shiny black shoes.
Tees: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?
Fuller: You need to tell this racist fuck over here to watch how he speaks to me.
Goldstein: This piece of dog excrement you have me teaming with lacks manners and etiquette I was merely about to teach him a lesson.
Tees: Well both of you need to knock it off… you are a team and have a tremendous opportunity this coming Monday. Besides… if either one of you or both of you screw this up for me… both of you will be sorry and will regret it for the remainder of your miserable lives. Now let’s get out there and do this interview.
Goldstein: Why must we do yet another interview Tees? You pretty much took it upon yourself to do an interview a few days ago and you said everything there was to say and then some.
Tees: Don’t ask me… but it has something to do with a quota where they want x number of interviews/promos for each match. And until this point I have been doing all of the talking for this group. No one has really seen or heard anything from the rest of you and it’s pent up demand for the fans to see and hear from you assholes!
Goldstein: Well let’s make it quick I have a hot date later on night and have already paid in advance for the reservations.
Fuller: Who you dating yo mama?
Goldstein: You see? This is what I mean this “man” is very low class and immature. He is a lesser type what in the hell is he so “necessary” to you?
Tees: You are all unique and talented in your own way you would not be here if you weren’t and you make one hell of a team once you get onto the same page and it’s my job to see that happens and I’ll be damned if it doesn’t. You two on the same page are damn near unbeatable especially in this upcoming tag match none of those other teams can come anywhere close to even touching you with your abilities and multitude of talents.
This scene in the locker room becomes but a distant memory a short time later as a united Tees, Fuller and Goldstein appear on an old school interview set with a “Monday Night Mayhem” backdrop. Tees is now wearing white suit with a royal blue dress shirt and a matching fedora, Goldstein is wearing one of his sequenced robes over top of his ring attire and Fuller stands shirtless wearing a pair of black Ralph Lauren Chinos. Tees begins speaking initially.
Tees: Your days are no longer numbered, your hours are no longer numbered, your minutes are no longer numbered… your seconds… your seconds are numbered. I am of course referring to The Celtic Club and the team of Zam “The Sham” and “The Destroyer.” None of these other teams quite measure up to the level of talent and ability possessed by the Syndicate. The Syndicate is beyond a shadow of a doubt the greatest collection of talent ever assembled, put together for a common and unified purpose of complete and total domination. We would have dominated FCPW had the place not folded largely because the “face of the company” was not someone who should have been the face of anything. Not only was that face horribly ugly and disfigured, but the man it belonged to was not capable of carrying the company on his back and the end result proved it. But I digress… past is past and there is nothing that can be done to change it. The Syndicate are in fact the present and future of this place.
Fuller takes over and begins speaking
Fuller: Chris “Trigger” Cavanagh (laughs) they call you “crazy” and say your “elevator doesn’t go all the way to the top floor” that you are “99 cents short of a dollar and a few fries short of a happy meal” whatever… I bit off a man’s nose in the middle of a boxing match, have been in and out of prisons and mental asylum’s most of my adult life and have pretty much lived in darkness since the day that I was born. You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into Chris and you will not be getting out of it unscathed in one piece. You are in for a world of pain Chris and it matters not how “crazy” you are, or how crazy you think you are it won’t stop the hurting and the bloodshed, you are truly going to suffer just for being there hey it’s not personal.
Fuller: Andy Donahue.. the roided up freak. I’ve been kicking the shit out of guys like you since I was a kid… nothing has changed aside from I’m meaner and a lot more vicious now. Goldstein has taught me a bit about how human anatomy works so that I know where to hurt you and how to hurt you even more so than before. Like your partner you are in for an ass beating of epic proportions. I’m going to knock you out Andy.
Goldstein begins talking
Goldstein: I may despise this man but he speaks the truth. We are the single most dominate team that has ever been put together and when we are a well oiled machine there is no stopping us. Zam and the Destroyer, Celtic Club you may be looking past us a bit because we don’t always get along and go right ahead keep underestimating us and assuming that we “will not be a factor in the match” and see how quickly we take all four of you clowns out of the equation permanently. We are going to win this match, become number one contenders and then march forward and become the new and improved IIW Tag Team Champions because quite simply it’s destiny we were born and raised to be the best and it’s in our blood.
Tees: This Monday, this Monday we will back up everything that has been said here tenfold. I have said this before and shall say it again you have all been warned and put on notice the bells now toll for you and when bells start tolling heads start rolling.
Fade out with all three man laughing manically.
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