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Post by AZ Outlaws Holliday & Earp on May 18, 2020 9:40:47 GMT -5
You can hear wind and the crackle of a fire but nothing else. Clay Holliday is seated on a log in front of a fire but surrounded by pitch black. Stars glimmer in the night sky as Clay sips back on a cold beer with his town cowboy hat visible on his head.
EWF, it's time for Evolution to be televised for the first time ever! As I said, I've been waiting for this day. The day when Clay Holliday transforms from a rough and tumble boy from Tombstone in to the man who dominates the national wrestling world. Hell, the EWF fans are already becoming familiar with my name. Clay Holliday, the first ever Empire Wrestling Federation Internet Champion. That was the first step I had to take to cementing my legacy in the world of professional wrestling and I'm about to take the next two steps. First and foremost, I wanna welcome the entire wrestling world to my brother-in-law and new tag team partner Austin Earp. Now, Austin, he's a mean son-bitch but he was nice enough to let me marry his pretty sister. Austin couldn't make it out here with me tonight, but, I promise everybody in the EWF one thing and that is that Austin Earp is coming and the Arizona Outlaws will run unchecked throughout the tag team division of the Empire Wrestling Federation.
Clay takes another swig of his beer and stares deep in to the blaze of the fire.
This upcoming Evolution, we all get the chance to prove what we're made out of. We all gonna walk out from behind that curtain, waltz on down to that ring, step inside it and put everything we've got on the line to show management, the fans and the rest of the wrestling world what this brand new promotion and it's stars has to offer. Dennis Slater decided that he would take the big man Clay Holliday and pit him in a match where the odds might look stacked against him. Akari, Clay Holliday and John Cavanagh in a three way dance. If I'm not mistaken that three way dance is a match that some Paul E. fella outta the City of Brotherly Love made famous. We all gonna get in that ring and when that bell rings the three of us are gonna start to beat the snot outta each other. It also means that we need two falls to happen, two of us have the be pinned or tapped out for one of us to be the winner. Akari, John, you two best understand that Clay Holliday has a Holliday From Hell itching to go and one has the name Akari and the other has the name John Cavanagh written all over it. I'll see you two at Evolution, and when that bell rings the only wrestler left standing will be me.
Clay chugs the remainder of his beer and tosses the beer bottle in the fire. He takes another beer from the darkness besides him, opens the beer top with a bottle opener and begins to drink again as the scene fades.
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Post by John Cavanagh on May 27, 2020 18:39:14 GMT -5
The clang of a gate closing followed by a buzzing noise is heard to a black screen. Light appears and the back of a man’s head is seen as seagulls caw. The man has a head of blonde hair and the words “Tiocfadh Ar La” tattooed in Celtic lettering on his neck. His body is covered with a blank tank top exposing tattoos up and down both of his arms and a pair of black jeans. The back tips of a black pair of sunglasses can be seen on top of his ears. His head moves to the left and we can see the side profile of “The One Man Dynasty” John Cavanagh. He smiles and begins to walk towards the left as a female voice is heard
Finally my baby is home!
A tall blonde haired woman is seen running from off camera and leaps into John Cavanagh’s arms. The two embrace and kiss. John puts Shannon Riley back on the ground.
That’s damn right beautiful.
Let’s try and stay home this time, ok?
That’s the plan. The plan never was to go to the can Shannon but sometimes shit happens.
Yeah, rats happen and separate us but nothing can keep us a part forever.
Come on, let’s get the fuck outta here…I’ve spent enough time in places like this the last five years.
The scene cuts to Shannon driving a car down the highway with John in the passenger seat. John nods his head a long to the music, “Ambitionz Az a Ridah” by Tupac oddly one of the Irish gangsters’ favorites. Shannon turns the movie down slightly using the buttons on hear steering wheel and begins to speak.
So, baby, I know you took a job with one company that you used to work for. Right before you got out you signed but it wasn’t exclusive was it?
No way in hell. I’ve wrestled all over the world and held World Championships in almost every promotion I’ve step foot in. Its gonna take millions per year to keep me locked down in one promotion. Why, what’s up?
I was just thinking there’s this new place Empire Wrestling Federation and this guy Dennis Slater called wondering if you might wanna take some bookings.
Never heard of them. Where they based out of?
Not sure, their first show is at some place called EWF Underground, they’re being all secretive about it.
First show!?!? This is what I’ve fallen too? All because some ass couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Bad enough he took years off my career and life!
Wouldn’t be the first time…
Yeah, that was different I was younger, paying dues…I was a god damned household name not long ago.
Wrestling changes fast baby, people forget about you after you’re out of the spotlight for a little while.
Shit…just like the god damned streets.
They didn’t forget you in Hell’s Kitchen not with your brother and your friends still running around.
Yeah, I guess—we’ll see what happens as far as all of that shit is concerned. But, brand new? First show not even in the books? I don’t know if I’m down to walk out there, beat the snot out of some people and then not get paid at the end of the night because some moron couldn’t find the talent to bring it home.
That’s the thing…they already paid your first few appearances up front. Direct deposited in to my account yesterday.
Yesterday?! Babe, why are you asking me if you already told them it’s a go.
Shannon looks at John and smirks.
Because I knew you would tell me yes if I told you that this was going to be a good thing.
John shakes his head back and forth with a slight smirk spreading across his face
You’re lucky I love you.
The two laugh as the scene cuts to black.
The scene re-opens to silence and a black room. The sound of tape can be heard and the camera pans to a dim light in the corner. All that can be seen is a man taping his fists.
Let me help you idiots with the camera out.
The sound of a light switch is heard as John Cavanagh comes in to view of the camera with his right hand taped and his left hand nearly complete. He continues to tape his left hand before completing and looking in to the camera.
So I’m out of the can for all of maybe fifteen minutes and my lovely fiancé decided to let me in on a little secret. This isn’t one of those “oh I had a one night stand while you were away” secrets—nor was it the “oh baby I’m leaving you for my boss” type of secret. No, my beautiful fiancé Shannon Riley decided to let me know that just a few days prior to my release from State Prison that she had made a deal with some new promotion to have a legend like me make some appearances. Must have cost this Slater guy a big chunk of his budget to book me seeing as how the rest of the show seems to be made up of a bunch of people I’ve never heard of. I mean, half of you guys have been chasing each other around the country for some piece of tin called the Internet Championship. Please, fellas, I know we all want to be able to hoist the big one above our heads and call ourselves a champion but does that championship even hold wait if all you had to do was surprise someone?
Cavanagh laughs and rubs his chin before continuing.
I’ve got to say its almost an embarrassment for someone of my stature to have to sign with a novel promotion that hasn’t even crowned its first true champion. Hasn’t even had its first show. I guess it has some benefits…I’ll have to channel my inner Babe Ruth and turn this god damned place in to the House That Cavanagh Built. People in this industry who know me, they know that I have a way with words that sometimes The One Man Dynasty can find ways to just keep talking about a subject ad nauseam. Many times its just to drive a point home to some so-called opponent that I have to teach a lesson to inside of those ropes. It may be a little difficult to really drive these points home knowing so little about the two people I’m scheduled to face in the ring at the first ever EWF Evolution this weekend. So, without any further adieu let’s get right to it.
To make things interesting this match isn’t a straight up one on one, good old fashioned grudge match. In this match John Cavanagh has two opponents—two different people I have to defeat and have to worry about. Luckily for me it’s not some bullshit triple threat match where one of my opponents can pin the other and I somehow lose. No, this is a three way dance. A match made famous by a little backwater promotion from the 1990’s named Extreme Championship Wrestling—maybe you guys have heard of them? This means in this match two falls need to occur, it’s elimination style so there’s zero excuses. There is no “he didn’t beat me, he beat the other guy” you will win or you will lose—simple as that. In this match its not important who scores the first fall, the only thing that matters is who scores the last fall. At the inaugural edition of EWF Evolution John Cavangh is faced to square off against the mysterious woman of the Far East and the inbred cowboy wannabe from Arizona.
That’s right it’s not just a three way dance, its an inter gender three way dance to boot. Akari, the woman from Japan, I’m sure you’re sitting back thinking about how you can take your puroresu style and adapt it to the in-ring style here in the United States. I’m sure you’re hoping you can go down in American wrestling folklore like The Great Muta or Jushin Thunder Liger—yes I’m saying you’re hoping that you can become a Japanese legend in professional wrestling. It’s what we all strive for—to be so legendary that the wrestling world can never and will never forget your name. I’ve been on my way towards accomplishing just that Akari and at Evolution it will be time for John Cavanagh to run roughshod in the EWF. It will be time for John Cavanagh to pick up tiny little Akari and toss her around the ring like a god damned sack of potatoes. My mother taught me never to hit women but bitch if you want to step foot in the ring with a man then I’m going to hit your ass the same way I would a man. I will not hold back one ounce of professional wrestling skill in the ring just because you’re giving up damn near 140 pounds to me…I won’t be a “gentleman” and take it easy on you because you’re a woman. This is 2020, people want equality then they can have equality. I’ll kick your ass the same damned way I’m going to kick our mutual opponent’s ass.
That mutual opponent I’m talking about is a man stuck in the wrong century—Clay Holliday. Clay you may sit back and think the fact that you’re damn near seven feet tall is going to scare your opponents. For many people, including many professional wrestlers, you’re probably correct. You could be a monster, you could be one of the most intimidating men in this promotion, fuck, at the moment you’re the only alleged champion this promotion has to offer. Clay, if I wanted to I could hop in a car or wear a mask and hop on a plane, fly my ass out to Arizona, hunt your ass down, beat the piss out of you and take your Internet Championship but like I said before it’s nothing but a piece of tin. It’s a piece of tin affixed to what I would assume is a fake strap of leather—it’s nothing, you’re nothing—you’re not a god damned champion! You can sit around however many fires you want, you can ride as many horses as you want and knock back enough brews to get yourself just as shit faced as a fraternity member during pledge week I really don’t give a damn because none of that nonsense will matter one iota once you step in the ring with me during this three way dance at Evolution. The entire world will see the monster of a man that is Clay Holliday succumb to the pure skill and mastermind that is John Cavanagh. Clay, I might even let you think you’re hot shit—lay back and wait while you take out that fragile little flower Akari. Let you think you did something big and may actually be on your way to being something in this promotion, in this industry—just so that I can bring your ass right back down to earth when I hit you with a Hell’s Kitchen Drop or lock you in the Celtic Deathlock. See, there is no escaping the reality that you and Akari will share at Evolution. You will both come to the ring and you will both fail to have your hands raised in victory. You both will be the first two victims of The One Man Dynasty. When Shannon told me about this idea my first thought was that a new promotion with no history was beneath me. Well, the jury is still out on that. But Akari, Clay Holliday...I know you're both beneath my skill level and the entire world will see exactly why in just a matter of days. See you two at Evolution.
Cavanagh stares into the camera as the scene fades to black.
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Post by AZ Outlaws Holliday & Earp on Jun 3, 2020 19:26:38 GMT -5
The darts hit against a dart board in a row. Clay Holliday's hand takes the darts out. Clay aims the first dart and speaks.
It's almost time boys and girls for this here Evolution show. I'm looking forward to it. Looking forward to being three peas in one pod.
Clay throws the dart against the board hitting the inner red portion of the 20.
I been thinking a lot about this here match and the importance of it. Been thinking there might be some kind of reward for the winner, and maybe some kind of ramifications for that first person out. I think it's safe to say the first person that's gonna fail to take the win at Evolution is this quiet mystery woman named Akari. It doesn't seem like many of us know a whole lot about Akari but I can say this about you Akari, you best not even show your pretty little face this weekend. I'd hate for my size 16 boot to be the reason your nose is all broken and face is all bloody.
Clay throws the second dart this time hitting the upper red portion on the 20.
I shoot for my target and I always hit that sum bitch! Ya wanna know why? It's 'cause us folk that gotta fend for themselves day in and day out are raised with fire power in our hands. See Clay Holliday knows how to take care of business in and outside of the ring and that's just what you seem to be John Cavanagh...business! You obviously got some kind of business mind that led your city slicker ass into prison. Well, boy, that ain't gonna scare big old Clay! No sir, that's just gonna make big old Clay wanna put a bigger whooping on you boy! See, the Arizona Outlaws, me and my brother-in-law Austin Earp...we may have the word Outlaws in our name but that ain't the lifestyle we want to be glorified. We're outlaws in the modern sense of the word, bring American back to an era when men where tough and didn't bitch about their feelings. Cavanagh, you better be looking out for that Holliday From Hell because somethings telling me this whole three way dance shabang is coming down to Clay Holliday pinning John Cavanagh's shoulders down for that one, two, three!
Clay throws the last dart hitting bull's eye.
Bull's eye! City Slicker and Quiet Woman, I'll take care of y'all this weekend just like I take care of business!
The scene cuts to black.
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