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Post by Osh Vaughan on Feb 22, 2021 1:08:37 GMT
vs vs The Influx in new talent continues in the IIW as we welcome Dean Rose and Ryan Hawkins into the mix, a 3 way with PC McGhee is going to be the ultimate proving ground for where these 2 men belong in the IIW
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Post by Benz on Feb 22, 2021 17:49:10 GMT
I am the champion my friends…… I kept on fightinh til the enddddd…. I am the champion…. I am the champion…. You all are loser’s cos I am the champion… duh duh of Teee Veeee”
No-one ever said James ‘Benz’ Beneveti was a good singer and this performance filmed in extreme close-up confirmed it. The hardcore hobo lets go of the camera much to the delight if the IIW cameraman.
Benz: To the victor go the spoils! This place is the first time I decided to ‘treat myself’.
As the shot widens it shows a run-down apartment. Accompanying Benz are his long-time friends Patrick ‘Pi$$y’ McGee and Joseph ‘Stabby Joe’ Burns. The trio have been friends ever since Benz lost everything. They’ve lived in the gutters while reaching for the stars for years. James has always been the most ambitious and successful, even if that success is short-lived. Paddy and Joe balance out Benz’s ambition with stone-cold doses of reality.
PC McGee: Jimmy, this place is barely better than a dumpster. The wallpaper is black! Who has black wallpaper? And its peeling off…
Benz: It’s got a TV and a sofa; the dumpster doesn’t have that.
PC McGee: Hey man, I’m grateful we have a roof, but I think you got ripped off. You’re not good with money. The Tv is so old it has a dial to tune it… and the sofa is covered in cigarette burns and tomato soup. Let’s get your money back and get out of here.
Ignoring his friends Benz counts his money as he proudly taps the IIW TV title slung across his shoulder. Stabby Joe looks back and forth between his friends with his palms outstretched.
Joe: Paddy is right Benzie, save yer cash. We’ve been yer friends through thick and thin we don’t need luxuries like this, well to be honest it is a dump. Yer won when half the IIW roster interfered, keeping a belt is normally harder than winning it, an’ you barely won it. Let’s save yer cash so we can eat next week. Hold on is that my phone ringing?
Hell-ooo slow down I can’t understand yer? You’re who??? What?? Benz? Yeah, he’s here
The giant Scot hands his borrowed phone to the leader of B.U.M. Squad.
Joe: It’s fer ya Benz. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, he spoke too fast.
Benz: Heyyy long-time my man!!! Yes, I have the benjies and the gold… yes it would be a good time for some champagne. Hey, I need to take this. Paddy you do the promo without me, try to remember what I taught you.
With that Benz leaves the hovel and Pi$$y McGee takes centre stage. He doesn’t look amused.
PC McGee: I was talkin’ long afore ye met me Jimmy…
Right so fella, at Mayhem I be fightin’ two men. Well it won’t be the first or da last time. At least this time I be getting paid.
Deano Rose he looks like he fits in my world, he’s seen a fight or two in his time. I’m no soup can for him ta beat or shake or whatever he was on about last week. He can keep his hands ta himself, I’m not going to explode on him, well not unless the pays first, you can make good money fer that down Cheetham Hill
Bemused Stabby Joe interjects.
Joe: It was a metaphor Paddy, he means he can take the pressure. Not everything is a euphemism. Ya betta not take him lightly. He’s a fellow Scot and were born fightin. I looked him up on me smartie phone and his Rose Snap and side slam have beaten many a man.
The red bearded big man mimes a sideslam as he grins broadly.
PC McGee: I be jus’ messin with him. He looks like a mean one Not too sure on the Dreamboat Ryan Hawkins. He’s the Hardcore cham pion because he picked it up. That’s not tough, an’ I don’t have any dreams to kill. Life did that years ago. Ill run through him and get me some gold, then I get us a Big Mac Meal each… damn now I have a dream for him ta kill.
Looking concerned Paddy clutches his head. Joes catcher mitt hand rests on his smaller friends’ shoulder.
Joe: He did tell “you you you you got no chance in hell to do so”!
MC McGee: … no chance?,,,,
Joe: No chance in hellllll….
PC McGee: … you’ve got… no chance?,,,,
McGee starts powerwalking around the room, swinging his arms like a crazy man.
Joe: I’m not doing this!
Joe walks into the kitchenette kicking over a collection of cans on the way.
PC McGee: You can’t get in my head Hawkins… men have tried… men I white coats mainly.
Not even shock therapy can rewire my brain. Don’t try to mess with my dreams Freddy Krueger ill take yer finger knives and shove ‘em up yer arse.
What can I do… what can I do…? I don’t want you in me dreams… I can’t go to sleep all I have to do it ta stay awake fer two weeks… that’s not a problem ill get some snow that’ll help.
Getting more and more frantic Pi$$y is walking in circles like a dog chasing its tail.
PC McGee: One two Hawkins coming for you!! Three four Dean Rose’s mother a wh
The scene cuts abruptly to black.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2021 18:14:57 GMT
The Camera begins the flicker as the lights come on as the scene cuts open to the inside of IIW Monday Night Mayhem. The camera moves all around, showing the excited fans in attendance who have sold out the arena. The camera keeps moving around until it finally stops in front of the commentary team.
Mike Fisher: Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you to Monday Night Mayhem! Please believe we have a heck of a show for you fans tonight.
Scott James: That’s right, Mikey, we have many questions like after last week. Why did Shawn kick Osh? And what will the landscape be in IIW now that Chino is in charge?
Mike Fisher: A lot of interesting moving parts indeed, Scott, but let’s talk about the Triple threat match tonight involving veteran of IIW PC McGhee and the two new signings Dean Rose and The Dream Killer Ryan Hawkins.
Scott James: This should be an...
Suddenly mike is cut off during his sentence as the camera crew has cut scenes to the back. A black Limousine has pulled up into the garage and comes to a stop. Suddenly a man standing to be about 6’4 steps out of the car wearing a custom Made tailor suit and holding the IIW Hardcore Championship, matching Ryan Hawkins's description who sign with IIW and, as of right now, is the current Hardcore Champion. Suddenly Michael Morrison comes running to try to catch an interview.
Michael Morrison tries to catch his breath first as he struggles to ask the question.
Michael Morrison: Excuse .. me, sir, sorry for the interruption, but everyone; want to know why did you choose to be the man that picked up the IIW Hardcore Championship?
Ryan Hawkins: Usually, I ignore questions like that because it is so self-explanatory. Ever since I sign with this company, I’ve repeatedly told everyone from Osh to the loser in the stands that I will be the most decorated Champion IIW History. So when I claimed the Hardcore Championship as mine, I started my path to that goal.
Michael Morrison: You positively have impacted here in IIW, but are you not worried about all the superstars that will be gunning for you and the Hardcore Championship? And how do you prepare for your debut triple threat match with all this going on?
Ryan Hawkins: Worried? I’m not even sure what that word is. You see, when I claimed The Hardcore Championship, I knew I would have to defend this title 24/7. I knew I would have some of the guys in the back targeting me, but I do not care; they are no threat to me. They can lurk in the shadows all they want, but none of their dreams will become a reality; instead, they will be reminded just how insignificant they are compared to me. , He stops and admires the Hardcore championship, then begins to speak again.
Ryan Hawkins: Now, as far as my opponents for tonight, they are just obstacles in my path to the top. I haven’t heard much about Dean Rose and don’t think much about him myself. So with that said, I want PC McGhee to listen to me loud and clear! Your name has popped up a lot since I got here, and I’m not sure if you’re a legend or just a man that’s passed his time trying to make a check, but regardless I will use you tonight as my example of what I can do in the ring against some of the best in this company!
He pauses then stares at the camera before he begins to speak again.
Ryan Hawkins: So with the said gentlemen, I hope you’ve both prepared yourself for our match because when the bell rings and the game starts, bodies will drop, and dreams will end.
Ryan Hawkins shoves past Michael Morrison as he continues to walk his way inside the building. The camera starts to fade as the scene goes dark.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2021 20:04:45 GMT
The camera cuts on in the private locker room of Ryan Hawkins. As we see him sitting down in a chair holding the IIW Hardcore Championship tightly in his hands, He admires it’s for a while, thinking deeply, one could say. He turns to the camera and begins to speak.
Ryan Hawkins: As I sit here in my locker room getting ready for the triple threat match. I couldn’t help but hear the comments made about me.
His face frowns up as his eyes become that of an angry individual, and he rubs his head as he continues to talk.
Ryan Hawkins: You see, PC, I heard you and your friends talking, and I must tell you I did not appreciate the disrespect. You know, all of you speak as if you know me, but none of you know me very well at all. Yes, I wear nice designer suits. I ride in a limousine everywhere I go.
He smirks and laughed a little before returning to the camera.
Ryan Hawkins: But do not confuse how I choose to carry myself for my toughness and my ability to be Hardcore Champion. Because the facts remain, nobody else had the guts to do what I did. Osh laid down the challenge, and nobody stepped. So I took it upon myself to make an impact and to set the tone for how things are going to be around here.
He stops talking for a moment reaches over to the side of him to drink some water out of his sports bottle. He puts the bottle back down and turns back to the camera.
Ryan Hawkins: Now you claim to have no dreams and that society has broken you down and taking all dreams away, but I don’t believe you, PC, because you’re still here in this business giving it everything you’ve got to stay relevant.
Ryan Hawkins: You see, PC, because if you genuinely had no dreams and no ambition, you wouldn’t even be here. You wouldn’t have the energy to get out of bed, but here you are, a man still with a dream that I will kill.
He looks up into the ceiling smirking with an uncomfortable grin.
Ryan Hawkins: You also mentioned something I found intriguing you said to be insane and that you had shock therapy to get rid of your demons. That part tickled me because, you see, I hear voices in my head as well PC. The only difference is you tried to run from your thoughts.
Ryan Hawkins: why I embraced mines; you can almost say they're my special advisors, and you know what they are telling me to do tonight? They're telling me to break you down physically and mentally to the point that you know actual pain. They want me to make sure that everything you believe about yourself turns to ash.
He rubs his face again as if he’s trying to stay in control.
Ryan Hawkins: That goes for you too, Dean! It would be best if you didn’t think that you will escape from the nightmare that will take place in our triple threat match. I’m going to enjoy watching both of you break down mentally as you realize that your insignificant when it comes to me. I can’t wait to see your faces when you realized your hopes and dreams have to come to an end at the hands of yours, truly The Dream Killer Ryan Hawkins!
He picks up his Hardcore Championship tightly, holding it in his hand. He leads in closer to the camera as he begins to speaks.
Ryan Hawkins: Now let’s have fun, gentlemen, and remember my warnings because bodies are about to drop, and dreams will end!
He gets up, heading out his locker room towards the ring. The camera fades out, and the screen goes dark.
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Post by Benz on Feb 26, 2021 20:46:31 GMT
Dreams can come true
Look at me babe, I'm with you
You know you gotta have hope
You know you gotta be strong
Stabby Joe: Turn that shite off, Gabriele fer Christ sake man have some self-respect.
Sat outside the back of the IIW arena in Manchester Stabby Joe and PC McGee don’t look happy. The sounds of the eye-patch wearing pop star from to 90’s isn’t helping the big Scots mood. Paddy McGee is indifferent. He stabs a grubby finger at his friends’ phone and stops the din.
PC: I’m doing research into that Hawkins Bazaar guy, the dream catcher. I need to get into his mindset. I’ve hit myself with pipes, toilet seats and chairs and I can’t think like him. I cant hear the voices.
Twisting like a dog chasing its tail PC McGee tries to look into his own ear. He fails not surprisingly. The big man Stabby Joe stands up and takes his phone back of his smaller Irish friend. He slides it into his tattered jeans and pulls his plaid shirt over it.
Joe: Why are you bothering with this shit? I don’t care if his dad is the wheelchair guy Benz is missing, I think I know where is. He has voices in his ear, voices we all know can’t be trusted. I say we forget IIW and look for our friend.
Spittle flies from Joe’s mouth landing in his messy red beard. His is in his friends’ face, red with rage. Paddy isn’t flustered, the two men have fought man a time, typically over the last can or the best bench to sleep on.
PC: Are you crazy… well I know you’re crazy as am I. This IIW gig is all that’s keeping us alive. This lockdown means no is out to give us spare change, not that people have any to give. If we win our matches maybe Benz will come back, and we can get back to normal.
Stabby Joe turns away and kicks what was Benz’s cardboard and carpet bed. He slams a fist into the dumpster the huddle behind when the freezing wind comes.
Joe: You sound like a schoolgirl. This isn’t about the good old days. If Benz wants to strike out on his own and go back to his old life that’s up ta him. I’m happy on the streets, it’s the only life I have really known. It’s the people accompanying him on his journey that concern me. They will use him and destroy him… again. This time I will not be there to put the pieces back together, I’ve hospitalised men for less than he has done.
You carry on with this nonsense about Ryan Hawkins. I am getting a f@king drink.
Reaching boiling point the man christened Joseph Burns goes for his usual method of suppression, alcohol. He scrapes a few coins and screwed up notes from his pocket as he strides away. PC leaps up in pursuit.
PC: Don’t forget Dean Rose… he’s a serious threa…. Bwahahahahaha I couldn’t even finish that sentence. Hold up I want a drink.
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