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Post by Shaun Hart on Dec 24, 2021 20:34:43 GMT
Match Four #1 Contender Tag Team Tournament Match Ethan Rivers and Scotty Adams vs Leon Knight and El Landerson
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Post by El landerson on Jan 13, 2022 23:03:04 GMT
[When Landerson is in the back talking to his wife and Daughter to discuss about his match while Michael Morrison stops him]
Michael Morrison: I'm standing here with the former World Champion El Landerson. tell us how does it feel to be in a tag team when you team up with Leon Knight to take out Ethan Rivers and Scotty Adams on Mayhem any thoughts Landerson.
Bit Luchador|El Landerson: ever since I came to IIwefed I thought that I was gonna be the next Champion until someone done cost me that chance and that is why made me team up with Leon Knight to beat some sense into Scotty Adams and Ethan Rivers and when we handle with those two then maybe we could be the next challengers for the tag team Champions at Key two Success on iiwefed.
Michael Morrison: and what if you can't out run Ethan Rivers and Scotty Adams on Mayhem.
Bit Luchador|El Landerson: after we win this No'1 Contender then me and Leon Knight. are gonna head to Key two Success and be the next tag team Champions only when we defeat Ethan Rivers and Scotty Adams and hopefully that me and Leon Knight end up catching those tag team Champions on Key two Success at iiwefed.
Michael Morrison: can you actually defeat Scotty Adams and Ethan Rivers. this Monday
Bit Luchador|El Landerson: depends on hows the match gonna turn out cause once we end up beating up Ethan Rivers and Scotty Adams. then sooner as they think we will be the next tag team Champions at Key two Success on iiwefed.
Bit Luchador|El Landerson: in it's the six one nine.
(Landerson exits out of the hall when Michael Morrison continues talking)
Michael Morrison: thanks for the support Landerson. and good luck on Mayhem.
Michael Morrison: we hope that Landerson and Leon Knight. could win there No'1 Contender tag team match as soon as they beat Ethan Rivers and Scotty Adams. this week on Mayhem at iiwefed.
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Post by Scotty 'Silver Bullet' Adams on Jan 16, 2022 18:12:35 GMT
Refreshed. That is how Scotty feels as he prepares to return to competition following the end of year break. A break that as much as he would have rathered wrestled through. As much as he would have rathered been in the ring and continuing to showcase just why he is back. Just why the Summit is looming over the IIW, like a cloud that is holding a thunderbolt, waiting to strike, he knows that the break allowed him to recouperate. To manage his knee and back problems that have lingered over the years. That still linger and always will linger. He is well aware of that.
He knows that in some people's eyes, that could make him a ticking time bomb. That his internal body clock is ticking away, which he has acknowledged. If not publicly, but at the very least privately with Bianca during discourse on the topic. At the same time, however, it's not something he lets fester within his mind. For he knows that if people got wind of that fact, they would target it. He would do the same if he knew an opponent of his had an injury. Or a weak spot. Just as if it was a shark smelling the scent of blood in the water.
It's smart, as he has always been of the mindset that if you step into the ring. If you're going to compete, then you should be treated as if you are at 100%. He'd expect nothing else. Yet that is not the only reason that the break was refreshing to him - it also allowed him to fly back home for the New Year's period and catch up with friends as well as partake in his usual routine of traveling into the city and watching the annual fireworks display.
Something he usually did with Bianca, but she had elected to stay back here in England, considering Kelsey was still in the Ice Crown tournament. A decision he fully supported, as he wanted to give her the best platform for success that he possibly could - he knows how important it is to maintain a routine and stability in training. It's something that he prides himself on when he does his own training.
Either way, none of that fully matters now, as IIW gears up to kick into action, with him and Ethan participating in a tag team tournament for the right to become number one contenders to Team Friendship's tag team titles - and more importantly for him, another potential match up with Russell Wayne. The man who he defeated last year, in order to ensure he would have first dibs when it came to 'cashing in' the key to success that they had won.
Although the context for this meeting will be different, it is something he knows that Russell will have in the back of his mind, just as he does. However, they have to get to that point first. Scott and Ethan have to actually WIN the tournament if they are to even get the match, and the opportunity to add tag gold to his Television title. The opportunity to continue showcasing why the Summit is a finely tuned and oiled machine.
"It's time to set the next wheel into motion."
Remarking this, he sits on a steel chair, within the confines of his training center, glancing around at the dimly lit room. Usually, the clinic would be closed at this time, but he decided to drop in. Make sure that he can get himself back to wrestling shape, as he admittedly has let his conditioning slip a little bit during the break.
It's to be expected, seeing as it's just like recovering from an injury - you are bound to need some time to get yourself back into rhythm. Get yourself back into a state where you can be at your peak when competing in the ring. It's just like when he decided to make his return to the ring in 2020 after a two year break. Yet this time it's only a month break, but the same principle appiles here. A focused look across his face, a smirk begins to cross his face.
"It's time for people to learn that the Summit isn't just about to sit around. We're not just here to bide our time and wait for chances. No. We're here to take the chances we can get and make sure that everything falls into place as we have designed it. We're here to showcase just why we are the pinnacle of wrestling. Why we are the ones that will reign over the realm and mold it into the way we desire it to be. Why we are going to return wrestling to the pure state that it once was. The way that it should always have been."
"You see, for too long - people have allowed this sport to become diluted. To become degraded because people think they can come in and treat it as if it is theatre. Or pretend that it is some sort of play, where they can act out their own fantasies and have people cheer them. Have people scream their name and enable them to continue living their little act. Their little facade. They wish to turn the sport into nothing more than Hollywood."
He then lets out a gentle, saddened sigh.
"And they have succeeded in doing so. Every time you look out at the ring. Every time you sit down, you see people running around. Pretending as if they are this top class athlete, when all they are is a fraud. A persona, devised to try and drum up support for a brand. A facade, devised to ensure that the truth about them is NEVER exposed to the world - yet soon enough, it will be."
"For the Summit represents the purest essance of wrestling. Refined machines that are solely focused on making sure that the poison. The pagentry is expunged from wrestling, as it is only then that the sport can truly flourish. It is only then that you will be able to see the light. That you will be able to see the foundation on which wrestling. On which the shrine was truly built. A foundation in which only those who are truly in sync with their pure self can prosper and survive. The rest, will be led straight to the enternal mire, where they will be laid within the casket and left to wallow within the destiny that they themselves have created."
His previous smile turns more sinister in nature as he slightly leans forward. Wishing to ensure that everybody hears this message. That everybody understands exactly what the Summit stands for, and what they intend to do to those who may see fit to oppose them. Now and in the future.
"That is a promise. For if you believe that you can stand within our halls. If you believe that you can walk into our domain, you will soon learn that you were condemned from the start. That your fate had been sealed from the moment you took your first steps within. The moment you found yourselves staring into our eyes, the walls surrounding you closing in. Left with nowhere to run as you realise that this isn't a matter of us being trapped with you."
He gently shakes his head, lowering his voice to a whisper.
"It'll be a matter of you being trapped with us."
Laughing softly, he leans back as his face returns to a more stoic expression.
"And it all begins with this little tag tournament. Something set up to see who will get the opportunity to face off against Russell Wayne and Curtis for those very belts. Spoiler - it'll be the Summit, but it's nice of them to let the other teams THINK they have a chance."
"Lure them into a false sense of security and hope that they can step up. That they can be the ones who grasp what has been presented to them. Only for reality to hit them and that opportunity that was dangled in front of them to be pulled out of their reach as they grasp at air. Trust me, deep down - they know it will be the case too. They know that no matter what they might believe, it's only a matter of time before it becomes their turn to step up. When it becomes their turn to try and scale the mountain that stands before them."
Rising, he begins to slowly make his way over to the cycling machine. Leaning against it when he gets there.
"For we are a monolith. We are all on the same page and a machine that is refined. Focused solely on ensuring that the wheels are set into motion and that everything falls into place. Don't see this as a simple message. Or an idle threat like you might hear from many others. This is a warning. This is a statement and one that will be carried out at Mayhem, when Leon Knight and El Landerson are dismantled. When they are torn apart, piece by piece and left in the middle of the ring, having been condemned to the mire."
He then hops on the machine, beginning to pedal as he thinks about those 2 names. The first 2 to learn about just what the Summit intends on doing. The example that is about to be sent to the rest of the roster, at the hands of Scotty and Ethan. He honestly feels a little sorry for them - as much as Landerson's style of flying might make him sick to the core, he knows that it would pain his wife and daughter to see him decimated in the ring.
He knows that it would tear Bianca and Lucina apart if it were him that was to be decimated, even if Lucina does not fully comprehend what is going on at this time. At the same time, El signed up for this. He should understand that this is a risk that he should have expected when he made the choice to step into the realm of wrestling. The moment he found himself in the line of sight for the Summit. So, there will be no sorrow for him in the ring. There will be no consideration for the impact it will have on his wife and child, because he signed up for this.
"Leon, you are the unknown in this. You are the name that has been thrust into the spotlight. The one who is hoping that this match will lead to your fifteen minutes of fame. Night one, you get the chance to step into the ring and face off against the current Television champion and the soon to be International champion, and potentially knock them off. Throw a spanner into the works - yet that's not gonna happen, sorry to burst your bubble."
"See, Leon, even though you may be unknown. Even though there may not be much known about you, that doesn't mean anything when we step between those ropes. For that is when you are gonna be dragged into the depths of the ocean. That is when you will be exposed to the world and you will no longer be able to ride on by with unpredictability or being unexpected."
"Ethan and I will know EXACTLY what you bring to the table and we will reveal that you are nothing more than a little guppie. A fish who thought that they could swim with the sharks. A man who wanted to pretend he was capable of standing tall, only to vanish once the spotlight was turned onto him and he was forced to validate himself."
Continuing to cycle, he chuckles to himself. This isn't just going to be an ordinary first night on the job for Leon. He isn't going to be able to go out there and simply think about what type of first impression he wishes to leave. The light in which he wishes for those in attendance to see him in, like many others get to do on their debuts. Oh no. He is going to be in a fight. A battle from which he may not even survive, should he be unable to help El Landerson overcome the odds. Should he be unable to showcase himself and withstand the pure assault that awaits him and his partner.
"And trust me, it will be all too sweet to watch you squirm. To watch you suffer at our hands. For the world to see you for the mere facade that you truly are, because it will all come to light. This first night, may very well be your last."
He then begins to peddle faster, before moving his attention onto El Landerson. The other piece of the puzzle. The man who Leon will be partnering for this bout.
"El Landerson. A man who sees wrestling as being just like flight simulator. A man who tries to please the crowd each and every time he steps into the ring, failing to realise that those fans could just as easily go up in smoke. They would not hesitate to turn their backs on him, should he no longer be of any value of them. Yet he wishes to please them. He wishes to go out there and potentially give his life for them. Some might call it noble. Heroic even."
Stopping his cycle, a darker, more sadistic expression crosses his face. One that makes it crystal clear that he has evil intentions in store for Landerson when he steps into the ring.
"I call it naivè. I call it a man who wishes to hide from who he truly is. A man who paints himself as a superhero to try and hide from what he truly is. That being - a man who is merely a husk. A soulless being who has allowed himself to be led astray. A man who is mindless, yet wishes to believe he is bigger. A man whose heart is supposedly enough. It isn't. It never was and it never will be."
"For all you are doing, is feeding into the poison. Degrading the industry by trying to cosplay as an aeroplane between the ropes or even as somebody who has had a sugar rush and thinks he is on a trampoline. This isn't a trampoline. This isn't a place you can safely fly and have a landing strip ready for you. You WILL crash and burn. You will find out soon enough that those fears. Those insecurities that you wish to hide, are about to become what tear you to shreds. We're not just going to defeat you, El. That would be too easy."
His eyes beginning to burn a deep red, he glares forward. As if he was looking directly into the eyes of the masked superstar. Sensing the fear that resides within his opponent, or that likely will when he hears these words. When he realises just what awaits him at Mayhem.
"We are going to bury you. We are going to destroy everything you hold near and dear to you and we can going to expose your secrets. We are going to make sure that you are left with no choice but to admit that you are simply a scared child who thought he could replicate the great fliers of the past. We are going to show that you were never equipped to stand against us, and those who you thought were your fans. Those who you thought would rally behind you in your hour of need."
Blowing as if he was blowing a candle out, he leans forward.
"They'll be all gone. No more. You did this to yourself, Landerson. The moment you thought that you could drag this sport through the mud. The moment you thought you could sully it with your aerobatics that are best saved for Flight Simulator, you set yourself along this path. And now, you must walk it, alone. The waves crashing down on you as the walls close in and constrict your body. Until they force you to gasp for air, realising that the time has come for you to meet your makers. To atone for the sins you have committed upon this industry. To understand that at the end of the day, you are just another one who shall fall at our feet as the cascade begins. As the storm looms over the sky."
He then hops off the machine, flashing his famous half-grin.
"Come Mayhem, it shall all come to pass. I will see the two of you there, for your deliverance is coming."
Walking off, a gentle smile crosses his face. He cannot wait to unleash what he has in store for the two men. Leon and El, and set the next stanza of the Summit's design into motion. ---
Back at home, Scott sits on his favourite couch, looking down at his phone, seeing as he had recieved a text message from Ethan Rivers, asking about if they were still good to go for their training session tomorrow morning, inside of the Wrestling Centre at 9 AM. Quickly responding that they are, Scott then places the phone on the armrest before reclining back in the chair, just as Bianca enters the room.
Bianca- Hey, just sent through the forms to Bec. Want me to send through the contracts too, or you planning to look over them?
Glancing across at her, he gently nods. The form she is referring to is one regarding the expansion of the Elementary school they own in San Diego, enabling it to fit up to 2500 students. The contracts are pertaining to various other deals they have in the works, including one with DXW Sports in regards to training equipment.
"I'll give them another look tonight, but they should be good to send off in the morning."
Bianca- Alright.
She then remembers something that Kristy had told her during a phone call they had earlier.
Bianca- Oh, and Kristy called earlier. Wanted to know if she could work out with you for a bit on Saturday morning, before she heads back home?
"Yeah, that's fine. I've got a work out with Ethan planned for tomorrow morning too, so if she wants to pop around the gym at like 12, I'll be able to work with her then too."
He then pauses, before pondering something. Though he simply shakes his head. He'll ask her himself when they have the training session. Noticing this, Bianca considers asking him what is he thinking about, but knows it's probably something to do with Kristy, or even wanting her to stay around a bit longer if she can. Slightly smiling, she glances out of the corner of her eye, seeing what's on TV before changing the topic of their discussion.
Bianca- So, how you feeling going into the tag tournament?
He chuckles.
"We got it gift wrapped to be honest. There's not a single team that can hope to beat Ethan and I. There's not a single team that can hope to come close to us in that ring. You know it. I know it. Ethan knows it and I think if they're honest with themselves, the other teams know it too. Is it arrogant? Sure, if you wanna see it that way, but it's ALSO the truth."
Bianca simply rolls her eyes, an innocent smile across her face. She doesn't want to admit it or play into his ego, but she does indeed know that it is the truth. After all, she knows what Scotty alone is capable of when he is in full flight, and Ethan has shown what he is capable of alone. Together though, they are even better. Especially when they are in unison and sync.
Bianca- I guess you're right.
"You guess?"
Bianca- Yeah. You know that anything can happen in that ring. You know as well as anybody that upsets are possible.
Scowling, Scotty stares daggers through her at that comment.
"Sure. Upsets CAN happen. Been down that road many times before, but you really think we aren't prepared for that? You really think we're gonna let a cinderalla story happen at OUR expense? As a wise man once said, tell 'em they're dreaming."
Bianca- I know. But you know I gotta balance you out. Make sure you don't fall back into that slump.
Sighing, Scott IS willing to concede that point to her. He doesn't wanna make the same mistakes he did during the middle of last year. Mistakes that caused him to ponder whether he was truly done in the ring.
"True. True."
She then places a soft kiss on his lips before walking past him, stopping about 2 metres to the left of his couch. There is one other thing she wants to enquire about before she checks on Lucina again.
Bianca- Oh, do you want me to pick up the forms tomorrow?
Knowing exactly what forms she is referring to, he smirks slightly.
"Nah, I'll pick them up. Gotta pop in there anyway, so it's easier."
Bianca- Alright.
She then walks off to go check on Lucina as Scott reclines back. Turning his attention to the TV as he sees El Landerson talking about their match. Although he knows he should probably be taking the man seriously, he cannot help but chuckle at the remarks the luchador is making.
"This is who is supposed to be our challenge? It's as if he doesn't realise just what awaits him on Monday. As if he doesn't know who Ethan and I are."
Continuing to listen, he feels his smile widening, to the point where he is baring his teeth.
"When you win? I'm sorry to burst your little bubble, El, but you ain't winning. You're not even surviving come Mayhem. See, it's as I told you before - we aren't just gonna beat you and Leon. We are gonna humiliate you. We are gonna embarrass you and make sure you understand that this isn't a bouncy castle."
"You can't just fly around and hope that it will all work out for you, because it won't. All it will do is ensure that you are left within the pit of the mire once it is all said and done, with nothing but the fading memories of what you were. The sensation of knowing that you have nothing left, for it has all been taken away. Mayhem is your final moments, just as it is for Leon and we shall be the ones to deliver them."
He then turns the smile into his famed half grin as the interview ends.
"See you there."
End.
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Post by Ethan Rivers on Jan 16, 2022 19:24:01 GMT
The roar of a crowd is not unlike the roar of blistering winds, echoing wide around mountain summits. Mesmerizing and tantalizing. Such a driving force when it comes to wanting to claim and clench victory in ones own palms. Victory in and of itself was something that Ethan had become quite well acquainted with. 5 wins and zero loses. Even after the end of the Ice Crown tournament, one that Ethan hadn't emerged victorious in, regardless of being a favor to win, he still had yet to lay claim to defeat, rather tying with a wrestling legend of old; Terry Marshall, the space cadet himself.
Ethan be-groaned his inability to capitalize on the tournament that Solace Tatum had set up. Though still, it gave him the best match of his career in facing another wrestling legend, Teddy Shaw. A man who took him to his absolute max. Though Ethan won, it was barely so. Only faintly grasping and pulling a win from the firm jaws of uncertainty.
“Where the fuck is this guy?” Ethan would murmur to himself, glancing at his watch while his foot tapped to a rapid metric.
It was now only a day before the first episode of Monday Night Mayhem of 2022. Ethan had arrived to the arena a day early in an attempt to clear the air on his match with Marshall, as all as to address the next tournament peering its head around the horizon.
“He should be right along” retorted the camera man who stood adjacent from Ethan.
“Right.” Ethan would respond in a denouncing and condescending manner. His mood seemed a tad foul, all things considered. His manager Attwood was also noticeably not present, some stormy issues still clearly brewing from past events that transpired.
“Hey there guys, sorry about the delay”
Ethan looked over to the side, seeing the official IIW interviewer, Michael Morrison.
“About time”
Morrison walked over to the camera man, retrieving a microphone that had been prepped for him. Morrison would clear his throat as the camera man began his countdown to begin rolling.
“5... 4... 3... 2...”
and with the silent raise of his index finger, the red light of the camera turns on.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Michael Morrison here with IIW wrestler, Ethan Rivers. Ethan I have to-”
“Shut your mouth Morrison” replied Ethan aggressively, little hesitation, entirely cutting him off.
“Ex-Excuse me?”
“Michael, Mikey; do you mind I call you Mikey?”
“Actually-”
“Mikey, I happened to catch your little “interview” with Rey Mysterio – I MEAN - El Landerson.... and first of all, I'm entirely flabbergasted at how you even have a job in this company. For gods sake Mikey Mike, have you even heard of research?” inquired Ethan, shaking his head from side to side.
“I'll have you now I graduated university with a degree in journalism”
“Well then I say we launch a full investigation into that assumed university. Fraud I dare say! See, you couldn't even do an iota of research, eh?”
“Pardon?” asked Morrison in a bout of confusion.
“You said, verbatim, “I'm standing here with the former World Champion El Landerson” and to that, my good sir, I scoff. A simple google search is all that it would have taken to prove how moronic of a statement that actually is. I mean YES, he dooooes cosplay as Rey Mysterio, but listen here, El Landerson has never, ever been a world champion. He is no Jonny F'n C, he is no Jake E Dangerously. Hell, he isn't even a Jon Cavanagh.”
“Okay, so I was mistaken”
“And what is this degenerate bias you've seemed to contarct? Hmm, Mikey? “we hope that Landerson and Leon Knight. could win there No'1 Contender tag team match as soon as they beat Ethan Rivers and Scotty Adams” besides the broken, horrendous attempt at an English sentence that was, you truly want El Landerson and Leon Knight to win? Over THE SUMMIT? Are you daf?”
Morrison began to stutter out his response, slow in recoil but fervent in in assertion.
“To be fair, El Landerson has never been an asshole to anyone”
“Ahh, this is true. El Landerson is a classic shake your hand and kiss your baby type of man. But he has to be that way. See this is how life works Mikey. When you sit atop the summit, when you're the pinnacle of professionalism and the picturesque prosecutor of perfectionists, you get away with, well, saying and acting however the heck you please. If I want to grab your tie and poke your chest”
as Ethan would speak, he acted out the actions he described in real time. Clasping the tie and poking the chest of the smaller Michael Morrison in classic school-yard-bully antics.
“Then I damn well WILL. El Landerson on the other hand? Heh. He's won a single match and then proceeded to lose a multitude of others. He HAS to act well behaved and be on his best behavior. It's the only way that he continues to earn opportunity after opportunity after opportunity! Like Memphis was laid, his chances are wasted. At Red Alert he was given the chance to win a shot at any championship belt barre the World title. Now on Mayhem he gets the opportunity to compete in a Tag Title tournament. Wasteful.”
Ethan would proceed to roll his eyes and scoff, a cockiness most pervasive.
“Of course, when you're a L O S E R ass kissing and good nature will get you these things. Yeah yeah yeah, he's likeable. Sure. But is he successful? No. Now, my spectacular in ring work and record allows for me to act anyway I want. Because I don't need to rely on the superficial to gain traction in this promotion. I'm I an asshole Mikey?”
A short, momentary pause would persist before Michael Morrsion would pull his tie free from the clneches of Rivers.
“Yup.”
“Sure I am! And guess what? I'm the RIGHTFUL number one contender to the International Championship at Keys to Success. But I mean, El Landerson already knew about that. Didn't you Landy? I'm sure as heck that Landy remembers Red Alert, when I personally knocked his ass off of the ladder. When I defeated him and 4 other 'men' to win my shot. And now, here we are all over again. Me and El Landerson, Captain Cosplay, standing adjacent from one another. Both with another shot at claiming gold and prestige. But here's a little secret Landy”
Ethan would move forward in a delicate fashion, closing the distance between he and the camera. One hand cupped to the side of his mouth.
“I'm going to beat you... again” whispered Ethan, before standing back and bringing his volume back to its previous level.
“For goodness sake Mikey, am I running this interview or are you?”
Slightly flustered, though more aggravated, Morrison would then attempt to regain control of his interview.
“Ahem... Now Ethan, you and El Landerson certainly have some form of a past with one another-”
“My god, it's almost like I just explained that. Come on, chop cop, keep this thing flowing”
“-But El Landerson isn't the only opposition. As you're very aware, this is a tag team tournament; not just The Summit vs El Landerson. You and Scotty Adams will also be facing Leon Knight tomorrow night on Mayhem”
In a direct response to accurate assertion made by Morrison, Ethan would loudly and arrogantly clap his hands together, creating as much of an echo as would be possible.
“Ahh, how right you are Mikey!”
“It's Michael”
“Exactly Mikey. Leon Knight... you'll have to excuse my attention favoring El Mysterio Landers. See, Mister Knight hasn't said a gosh dang sentence to me. Not even a word. Nor to Scotty. In fact, and this is a funny one... I can't seem to recollect him doing absolutely anything in this company. I mean I scoured the contract listings. Is it per chance... the football player? Is that it? If so maybe there is something to this ass kissing that El Landerson has been doing, I mean, if it gets you a football player to team with. Though outside of celebrity-ism, I don't for the life of me see the beneficial upside to having a non wrestler compete with you”
“Uhm, I don't think it's the football player”
“Absolute insanity. But here's the thing. To everyone watching and listening at home. There is great reason to tune in to The Summit vs Rey Mysterio and Football Man. See this is the first time, in any capacity that me and Scotty Adams have been on the same side physically. Sure The Summit has had one anothers backs thus far, but this will be the first time that Scotty and I have shared the proverbial squared-circle with one another since our absolute barn-burner of a match last year on Mayhem. And on that note-”
“Oh boy” Morrison would sarcastically emote.
“Jake E Dangerously vs Jonny C was a wonderful encounter. Truly a contender for the 2021 Match of the Year. But to have been better than Scotty Adams vs Ethan Rivers? Pfft. I think we ALL know who put on the better show. But hey, thats just another chip on the shoulders of giants. Another point that The Summit has to prove. That we are the absolute best of the best. The peek of professionalism. The Pinnacles. Your next Tag Team Champions... We. Are. The. SUMMIT.”
and with that Ethan would turn with a certain ferocity, hastily slapping the microphone out of the hand of Michael Morrison as he turned and walked out of frame from the camera itself. Morrison, now exasperated lets out an audible sigh. With a free hand he motioned near his neck and the red flicker of the camera would soon after fade out.
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Post by Leon Knight on Jan 16, 2022 21:48:08 GMT
::[[The scene opens up in the bedroom of Leon “The Tiger” Knight. Leon is resting peacefully within the confines of his bed sheets. Throughout the room, you can hear the buzz saw noise of his snoring radiating from his nose. On the nightstand is a pack of lucky stripes, his car keys, and a pair of brass knuckles. There is movement in the room. A shadow creeps in quietly from the doorway. Every step is painstakingly taken to minimize the noise of the step. By the time the shadow reaches the bed, there is the sound of water suddenly washing across the bed of Leon. Leon is drenched as he shoots up, with a loud alarmed yell. There is suddenly a low rumble of laughter as Leon reaches for the lights. The lights turns own, casting the room in a sea of brightness, as well as the true identity of a older man holding a empty metal pail. The name of the man is Richard Trentsworth.]]::
Leon “The Tiger” Knight: What the fuck?
Richard Trentworth: You’ve overslept so I decided I will wake you with the only means I could imagine.
Leon “The Tiger” Knight: Why not try a phone call? Why not yell? Why not do something that will cause a disturbance, not that water bullshit.
Richard Trentworth: I tried all of that.
Leon “The Tiger” Knight: Bullshit.
Richard Trentworth: All right, you got me. Yeah, I just decided I wanted to have some fun on our first day of training.
Leon “The Tiger” Knight: Anyways, I thought that was tomorrow.
Richard Trentworth: I decided we best start a day early or that Mexican masked freak of a tag mate you’ve got in your first match will be getting even more pissed and enraged
Leon “The Tiger” Knight: Yo, my win loss record is better, I’m not afraid of him. I’m going to beat him, and then he will leave me the fuck alone. Life will be so peaceful after that moment.
Richard Trentworth: Cockiness is not going to let you win. Win loss records are misleading. Especially now you’re stepping up to the main leagues of the IIW!
Leon “The Tiger” Knight: I don’t care, Richard.
Richard Trentworth: That isn’t what your brother used to say. He used to refer you to Crybaby Leon.
::[[Leon “The Tiger” Knight pounces out of bed, knocking off the sheets and tackles Richard down to the floor. Leon holds his forearm tightly against the throat of his so-called teacher and begins to apply pressure.]]::
Leon “The Tiger” Knight: Never… ever… talk to me about my brother, you stupid old fuck.
Richard Trentworth: You’re so easy to unnerve. It took no effort to rattle you. Leon “The Tiger” Knight: I don’t care. Don’t you ever talk about my brother in front of me again, old man or your neck will be snapped.
Richard Trentworth: We must first work on your temper, Leon. It’s the quickest way to get into your soul and tear you to shreds mentally. You have physical strength but either the patience or skill to wield it. Now get off of me before you really find out what pain will be like.
::[[Leon “The Tiger” Knight stares into his eyes for a moment, trying to intimidate Richard. Yet no reaction was received, Richard didn’t change the expression and showed no sign of pain from the choke Knight is applying. Knight stands up, frustrated, and walks over to his dresser. Leon tosses on a black t-shirt over his soaked body as well as a pair of black gym shorts. Leon begins to head for the door.]]::
Leon “The Tiger” Knight: You wanted to train. Let’s go trained. I have some pent up fucking frustration from your bullshit that I need to vent.
Richard Trentworth: Now that is what I like to hear. Some motivation from your lazy ass. Meet me by the car in five, I have to go take a shit.
Leon “The Tiger” Knight: Not in my bathroom.
Richard Trentworth: Either it be in your shitter or it be on your floor, you choose. My system doesn’t let me choose the time and place of the shit anymore, yet alone allow me to hold it in.
Leon “The Tiger” Knight: Fuck… fine. First door on the right.
Richard Trentworth: I know where you bathroom. It’s where the tall stack of hustlers is located. Is it really your throne?
Leon “The Tiger” Knight: Oh shut the fuck up.
::[[Richard releases a laugh as Leon “The Tiger” Knight jogs out of the bedroom and down the hallway. Richard shakes his head for a moment, before turning to look around the room. He walks over to a bookshelf and looks at a family picture. There is no Tony present in any of the family pictures. Richard figured this would be the case. The fact stands that unlike Leon, Tony’s road in professional wrestling led to drugs and alcohol. Then that led to getting involved with the wrong people, doing odd jobs on the side to earn enough money to keep up the habits. Before long even those side jobs wasn’t enough, plus the drugs led to missed work, and Tony “The Bulldozer” Knight ended up owing money. Tony is alive somewhere, hopefully, but the fact stands Tony disappeared from world as we know it. Leon figured he left the country in order to avoid a death sentence from the criminal underground. Though Richard tried his hardest to steer Tony away from such a path, he fails. Leon blames him for most part. Richard blames himself as well. Hopefully this second chance will redeem Richard as he can push Leon Knight past the rookie level wrestling he has been performing.]]::
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Richard Trentworth: It’s finally time, Leon, you’ve done your training you’ve graduated from the IIW Academy, this is your shot to forge your own path, this is your chance
Leon Knight: Yeah. So my match has been confirmed?
Richard Trentworth: Yes as we assumed you’ve ben tagged with El Landerson, facing off against Ethan Rivers and Scotty Adams, these guys you’re facing are experience Leon
Leon Knight: Yeah I get that, it’s going to be an experience isn’t it
Richard Trentworth: What it is Leon, is that they’ve seen you perform in the IIW Academy, you’re potential is there for everyone to see! They want to test you, see what you can do against some of the best the IIW has to offer
Leon Knight: Interesting… But then why would they pair me with this little Mexican star El Landerson? I’m not here to be no ones tag team partner, I’m here to re-establish the Knight’s legacy on my own! You’ve all read the papers, you’ve seen the news, you know what tony did to our family name, it’s now on me… As far as I’m concerned I’m the only Knight wrestler!
Leon “The Tiger” Knight: El Landerson. Now I don’t know why you chose me to bug. What is it? Are you completely lonely in England?… all you friends from Mexico won’t return your phone calls. What you probably don’t realize is that they’re happy that you have left the country. No more pesky El Landerson to bug them. This is all based on the assumption that you do have friends, but I doubt you do. No, the way you’ve tried to court me to be your tag team partner has shown me that you lack the proper social skills to be a friend to anyone. Instead you’re simply a stalker, a creeper, a fucking tag along. How does that make you feel? Are you going to pray to god now to allow him to deliver you friends or are you going to make a deal with the devil… You got what you wanted though tagging with The Tiger at Mayhem though, I don’t know who you had to bitch at to get it!
Pathetic.
Richard Trentworth: You can’t affect who you’re tagging with Leon, it is a step into the IIW Tag team championships… Imagine that streak you’d go on at the start of your career to start being able to look at holding IIW gold already?... Your opponents though that’s what you need to concentrate on them, Scotty isn’t a champion for nothing! He’s got something about him, this is going to be the real men’s league now Leon.
Leon “The Tiger” Knight: That’s fine Richard, this is where we step our game up, these two… Scotty Adams and Ethan Rivers, they are your stereotypes of wrestlers, they’re out there doing their own thing, not giving a damn about what’s coming up, if anyone had been paying any attention I am the future of the IIW, I am the crème of the IIW Academy and I am coming to prove myself. I look forward to facing them in the ring, even with the big handicap that is El Landerson I take pride in putting on a performance to prove I belong!
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