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Post by Shaun Hart on Nov 1, 2021 14:32:32 GMT
Tyler and Fred Debonair vs The Celtic Club(Andy & Trigger)
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Post by The Celtic Club on Nov 21, 2021 22:15:38 GMT
The IIW cameras open up to Andy Donahue and Trigger Cavanagh in one of their most friendly confines--The Blarney Stone Pub and Grill in Hell’s Kitchen. The two Irishmen sit across from one another at a table littered with shot glasses and empty bottles of beer. Trigger rubs his eyes as he begins to speak.
Trigger Cavanagh: ”It’s been some time since the world heard from us. It’s been pretty damn silent when it comes to the boys from Hell’s Kitchen! Why is that? Well, if you mutts have been paying attention to Mayhem lately it’s pretty clear that we have been letting our actions speak for us. While my brother Johnnie spends countless hours rolling around on the mat, increasing his stamina and lifting weights—it’s been myself and Andy Boy over here getting our hands dirty. Got so much fucking dirt underneath our fingernails it’s gonna take hours to get our hands clean again.”
Andy Donahue: ”Hours? I don’t think our hands will ever been clean again with the way Johnnie has been acting.”
Trigger Cavanagh: ”Look, Andy Boy, Johnnie is just doing what any self respecting Irishman would have done in the same situation…get pissed off and use that anger to take care of business. Johnnie’s current path of destruction isn’t our problem. That’s Fred issue…come to think of it, it’s always been Fred’s issue. It’s like the guy just couldn’t let go of his own shortcomings from over a decade ago. He just kept letting that shit eat away at him and he had to go and do something stupid, like costing Johnnie the World Championship, now he’s going to have to pay the piper. I already started to give him a good few knocks last time I met him in the ring one on one. Now we got one last chance to make him a wounded target for Johnnie Boy’s next title defense.”
Andy Donahue: ”They better start looking for a replacement. I’m going to take Fred and his little brat kid and bend them like a pretzel. Lift them up in The Troubles and let the crowd hear those two punks scream as the pain sets in. Ain’t nobody that can touch me on the opposite side of that ring.”
Trigger Cavanagh: ”The sad part is that there ain't a soul in this company that can actually touch The Celtic Club. Every time we have lost it’s been due to some kind of outside interference or our own design. I hate to say it, but maybe Debonair screwing Johnnie over is just what we needed. When we were younger John was a bit more militant. I know he still takes very little shit but ten years ago…Fred would have been a marked man, as would the rest of his family. I think he’s just about back to where he really needs to be and where WE need him to be.”
Andy Donahue: ”I don’t know, Trig, John seemed like enough of a madman before. We don’t need him turning into some kinda loose cannon…right?”
Trigger Cavanagh: ”Andy, you don’t know my brother the way I do. Hell, Fred might even know John a bit better than you do. The mental process will still be there…he’s just growing more blood thirsty and in this business that’s something he needs.”
Andy Donahue: ”Like he doesn’t need that every day?”
Trigger Cavanagh: ”He does and he doesn’t. The neighborhood has changed. We’re a bygone era but this wrestling…this is a legacy he can build off of, we can build off of. This is legit. This is where The Celtic Club belongs nowadays. The neighborhood has been, and will continue to dry up. That ain’t the future…shit, let’s face it, it’s barely the present.”
Andy Donahue: ”Johnnie know that?”
Trigger Cavanagh: ”He’s said it…you need to start paying more attention when your elders speak and keep your mind off of the weights and snatch. The way he is right now, you don’t want to face him. You just better have that head screwed on properly for Monday night.”
Andy Donahue: ”My head? What’s my marching orders, Sarge? Pick up the two Debonairs, toss them around for a while, slam them down on the mat…make them cry like the little bitches that they are?”
Trigger Cavanagh: ”That’s a pretty good start as far as I’m concerned. I don’t think anyone can bitch if that’s how you go about it. Johnnie is just going to be hoping to watch a physical onslaught against Fred and Tyler…as long as the two punks are hurting by the time we leave the ring you’re going to see smiles. Me? I want a little bit more than that. I want more than just destruction of their physical bodies, I want to go after their mental as well.”
Andy stopped. This just wasn’t like Trigger.
Andy Donahue: ”You sure you’re alright Trig? You’re usually not for all of that mind game shit.”
Trigger Cavanagh: ”Me? Oh, I’m perfectly fine. I want to beat those two pieces of shit inside of the ring. I don’t give a damn which one we pin or submit. I want The Celtic Club winning this one. Show the father and son team that their bond is nothing. The protege and one of the teachers are the ones going over at Mayhem, I don’t give a damn how we make it happen, you heard that?”
Andy Donahue: ”Loud and clear, Trig. You don’t have to get me started on how much we need this win. You and Johnnie been built up your names, you guys have the championship resumes...me? I ain’t got none of that yet. I’ve got one championship reign to my name. It was from a promotion that closed up shop an hour or two after we won those belts. We should be the IIW World Tag Team Champions.”
Trigger Cavanagh: ”And Johnnie should be the IIW World and International Champion.”
Exactly, we should have already had all of the god damned gold! But here we are, sitting with just the International Andy Donahue: ”Championship around Johnnie’s waist. The storm we came in as didn’t exactly hit the way the world expected it...did it?”
Trigger Cavanagh: ”I wouldn’t go that far. The Debonairs and the rest of the locker room already know that the three of us are the last people they want to have hunting them down. Fred knew what he was signing up for...he knew he was putting his family on the line by sticking his nose in Club business, he would know better than any other poor schmuck we share a locker room with.”
Andy Donahue: ”Then tell me. How could one man be so stupid?
Trigger Cavanagh: ”Better Andy...how could a father be so reckless as to put his own son in harm’s way. Fred might not care about what the three of us do to him but I’m sure he won’t enjoy the day that we hold him down and make him watch us dismantle that little punk brat of his.”
Andy smiled.
Andy Donahue: ”Trig, hold up. You thinking...what I’m thinking?”
Trigger Cavanagh: ”I mean...I don’t see why this Mayhem wouldn’t be as good a time as any to enlighten Fred Debonair as to what kind of monsters he may have unleashed.”
Andy Donahue: ”Monsters? Fred Debonair ain’t got a strong enough imagination to conjure up Andy Donahue in his worst nightmares.”
Trigger Cavanagh: ”Now that’s the kind of shit I like to hear. A goliath of a man ready to take every ounce of strength he has and put it to the cause. You want to start building that resume of accolades? Pin a guy who has been a World Champion in a few promotions...go ahead and pin Fred Debonair’s shoulders to the mat. Twist him until his body can’t take it any more and force him to submit. You want to get to where you think we are meant to be? You want to be the IIW World Tag Team Champions? That kind of talk begins tomorrow night at Mayhem. Use the anger, the hostility, use that shit like a fuel in a combustion engine and have a controlled explosion to propel The Celtic Club as a whole towards where all THREE of us are meant to be.”
Andy Donahue: ”The most important thing that the IIW has. The three baddest bastards walking around with all of the championship gold.”
Trigger Cavanagh: ”That sounds like a splendid ending to this little fairytale you’re developing in that brain of yours Andy but let’s remember. Even if the three of us have all of the gold...that fairytale still has a better ending.”
Andy Donahue: ”What’s that?”
Trigger Cavanagh: ”An ending without any of these god damned Debonairs!”
Andy Donahue: ”No worries my friend, we are going to keep working towards that goal in just twenty-four hours...not too long at all.”
The camera feed cuts to static.
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