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Post by "The Boss" Dennis Slater on Aug 30, 2020 23:14:14 GMT -5
"The One Man Dynasty" John Cavanagh (c) v. "The Unbalanced" Lou Natic
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Post by 'The Unbalanced' Lou Natic on Sept 5, 2020 17:47:11 GMT -5
Death in a Cell
THE STORY
Saturday, June 6th, 2020, two guys debuted on the same show, the first show, the first Evolution. One guy called Lou Natic, the other called John Cavanagh. Lou was victorious against the now jobless "Blindman" Bruce Cross, and John was victorious in a triple threat match against the released Akari and one half of the AZ Outlaws Clay Holliday. The same night, Lou asked for competition, he was unhappy with how little the boss Dennis Slater thought of him to be putting him in the match he did and so he confronted him. Two weeks later, another Evolution show hits our televisions, Cavanagh and Lou are in action again. Cavanagh makes a name for himself by sneak attacking the death match legend, Deathmatch Devin, then he goes on to beat Los Despiadados member Anarquia later on in the night. All in all, a good night for John, that's until Deathmatch Devin decides to come and get himself some revenge. Lou found himself in the main event against DeShaun Jenkins, in the first EWF steel cage match, he wins. After the match, Lou loses his head and beats DeShaun down, he calls the boss out again asking for competition, Slater gives Lou what he wants and announces the Emperor's Cup. The Emperor's cup, a tournament featuring sixteen competitors, eight matches, all leading to the final for the World title at the Emperor's Cup pay-per-view.
Another two weeks go by and the Emperor's Cup tournament starts on the third Evolution show. John Cavanagh advances to the quarter finals after beating The Master and Lou Natic advances beating Classy Christopher Charles, while Dennis Slater watches on from the announcers table, afterwards The Boss tries to raise Lou's hand, Lou declines and flips Slater the double bird in a confusing moment. The Emperor's Cup pay-per-view kicks off with a new signing, Andy Donahue, he cleans house against Richie Cunningham. Now Andy would become a bit of a pain throughout the pay-per-view, first off he interferes in the quarter final match between Lou Natic and Deathmatch Devin gifting the unaware Lou the win, Devin explains what happened after the match and Lou isn't happy, the respect between the two is there on show as they shake hands. Andy Donahue gets his marching orders when Dennis Slater catches up with him backstage, or so we think he does. John Cavanagh goes on to win his quarter final match against Dank Sinatra. Lou Natic squares off against Realm in the semi final, it was a tough match but Lou comes out on top and advances to the final, World title in sight. John Cavanagh takes on Arthas Lance in the semi final, another tough match but he gets the job done and will fight Lou Natic for the World title in the finals of the Emperor's Cup. And so it comes, the moment we've been waiting for, two guys that debuted on the same show, who are both five wins out of five with zero losses going in to this match. What a match, these two guys beat the living day lights out of eachother, Lou had John beat in the middle of the ring but as he was applying more pressure to the Cokoo lock, the bosses music played. Out walks Dennis Slater, Lou breaks the hold to start ranting at Slater losing focus for a few seconds, up gets Cavanagh and as Lou turns in to Hell's Kitchen, John only manages to pick up a two count. Both men continue the fight and as both lay in the middle of the ring who would strike again, Slater. He picks the belt up and goes to the ring, Lou gets up and the two men argue, Lou grabs Slater who then drops the belt in the ring, John quickly picks the belt up and as Lou turns he gets belted, literally, again to John's dismay a kick out after the two count. Then the pain in the ass comes back after Slater gives the signal to the back, the pain in the ass would be Andy Donahue. An Irish Car Bomb and a Hell's Kitchen later, John Cavanagh becomes Slater's handpicked EWF World Champion and gives Lou his first defeat, that night will now forever be known as the Emperor's Cup screw job.
After the match Cavanagh wanted to beat down Lou but Dank and Devin run to his aid, cleaning house, and keeping The Boss in the ring for Lou to get some sweet revenge. After the pay-per-view a number one contenders match was announced, a match which would feature Arthas Lance, Realm and Lou Natic. Earlier in the night Lou runs down Andy Donahue in his Charger during a match versus Deathmatch Devin, he then gets out of the car and batters him with a baseball bat. Before the number one contender match begins, Slater turns up to the announcers table, the match ends with two winners, Realm and Lou, both men would go on to Imperial Insanity to challenge John Cavanagh for the World title. After the match Lou tells Slater to open a big gift he had bought for him, Slater reluctantly opens it, inside the big box sits Lou's best friend, and old tag partner Dirty Harry. Dirty Harry decides to toss a dead rat at The Boss, who leaps in to Lou's arms, Lou pushes Slater to Harry, who big boots him in to the Lou, who double underhook DDT's him on the outside mat and then puts him in another Cokoo Lock as the shows comes to an end. It's announced after that Dirty Harry would come out of retirement for a tag team match, teaming with Lou Natic versus Andy Donahue and John Cavanagh. The fifth Evolution episode airs, The Dirty Fucking Psychos would win the main event after Harry pins Andy but before this Realm decides to show up and the three Imperial Insanity competitors battle each other up the ramp, Realm and John are trading punches on the edge of the stage and out of nowhere comes Lou with a spear to the two men, crashing to the arena floor and through the stage.
The most recent episode of Evolution, episode six, brought us a contract signing between Realm, Lou and John. Earlier in the night, Realm fought John's boy, Andy Donahue, who shockingly defeated Realm through a stoppage. The stoppage came after Donahue tossed Realm off the entry stage to the concrete floor, he then proceeded to hit Realm in the ribs with a pipe who then start to bleed from the mouth, this wasn't enough though, Donahue decided to punt Realm in the head putting him out of action until further notice, putting him out of the pay-per-view main event for the World Title. The main event at Imperial Insanity will now be Lou Natic versus John Cavanagh, the contract was signed by both men, Lou says some words which angers John, both men try to get each other but are held back. As John walks up the ramp, Lou grabs a microphone and makes matters more interesting by asking John to put his title on the line in the first ever Death in a Cell match, much to Lou's delight, John agrees. This is the story so far, two skillful wrestlers, both men willing to do anything it takes to win, John willing to kiss ass and cheat, Lou willing to put his body on the line. Will Imperial Insanity be the end for this story or will there be another chapter in this book?
SCENE
"Death in a cell..."
A voice is heard saying.
"Switch the lights on brother!"
A switch is flicked, lights start to flicker as they start to come on. All of the lights eventually come on and standing there inside a small version of the cell which will be used at Imperial Insanity is Lou Natic, over to his right hand side near the light switch stands Dirty Harry.
"This is my definition of beautiful baby! Look at this beauty, ok, ok, it's a lot smaller than the actual cell we'll be fighting in at Imperial Insanity John but look at this, look at all these weapons, so easy to access, so easy to use. Look at the beauty right there, the good ol' baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, that's gonna leave some scars right."
Lou and Harry chuckle away.
"Harry, what's your favorite weapon here man?!"
Harry has a little think before he speaks.
"You know what Lou? The favorite part for me, it's actually not a weapon, my favorite thing about this sweet thing, well not this actual one but the real one being used at the pay-per-view, is the barbed wire side of the cell, and the electric side of the cell. That electric side is going to be some Russian roulette shit, damn, I hope it isn't you bouncing off the side of that first man."
The two men look at each other with a look of concern, after a few seconds they both break out in hysterics.
"I don't think John knows what he's gotten himself in to man, I think I got that bitch so worked up at Evolution that he'd of agreed to anything."
"He didn't agree to you taking his fiance man."
"Hey, that's what pissed that mad mother fucker off though!"
"Hell yeah it did brother."
Lou steps out of the cell, he looks up as he puts his two hands on the cell chains. He starts to climb the cell, as he gets up to the top, he gets up on this feet, he turns around and pokes his head out to look down to the ground.
"Hey John, I hope you're not scared of heights, this miniature copy cat cell is pretty high man, god knows what the real deal is going to be like. Don't go to close to edge though will ya, we don't want you falling over there now John, or being thrown off this mother fucker."
Lou walks across the top of the cell and to the center where he sits down.
"Today, I sit here in front of your eyes and I'm recognised as the challenger, you John, your recognised as the pussy ass handpicked champion who pushed himself so far up the bosses as you could only see his toenails. You know what? That's what I'm gonna start calling you, Toenails. You make me fucking sick! All of you, you, Andy, Slater and that trash bag whore of a fiance of yours! You know what Toenails? I actually thought highly of you, I thought to myself this guy loves to fight, he'll get things done himself, man how wrong was I? I was so wrong, and you, you took advantage of that. Do I blame you? I really don't man, if you're gonna come up against someone like me I guess you do need all the help you can get, and you went out and did that. I can just see it now, the scheming between you and Slater, Slater offering you the opportunity to be his bitch and in return gifting you the World title. Then the plan unfolded, Slater he brought his ass down the ring, the poor fucker tried his best, and hey you almost got me twice, almost, but no it wasn't enough. You sneaky bastards though, you sneaky bastards had a plan b right?"
"You always need a back up plan Lou!"
"You sure do Harry, and these fuckers, they did! Andy fucking Donahue! That steroid munching bitch came down and he tossed me around the ring like I was back in junior school, then you stepped Toenails, and you dirty bastards got what you wanted. You won the World title that Dennis so badly didn't want me to have, you went home a happy guy, with a happy fiance, you had a happy boss, a happy best friend and I bet you got your dick sucked that night man, actually rephrase that, that dirty bitch loves gobbling dick, you probably have your dick sucked every night, and I'm sure she sucks Andy's too. Now Andy, that mother fucker did more damage to my car than what my car did to him but hell it was worth it. I mowed that prick down and then I fucked his ribs up with my trusty baseball bat, revenge was served, for now."
"Revenge is sweet baby! I remember once , my neighbour put his dog shit in my trash can, so I went right up to his house I took a shit on his front porch, I got a piece of paper, lit it on fire, put it over my shit, knocked the dicks door, I then hid. My neighbour came out, saw the paper on fire, and he started stomping it out, the plan couldn't of worked out any better, the mother fucker walked dog shit back in his house and I had right giggle about it."
"Hey Harry..."
"Lou..."
"Shit happens!"
Both men laugh as Lou stands up on top of the cell. He walks to the edge, he turns around and spreads his arms out. Lou falls back off the cell landing on a thick gym mat, he just lays there.
"Quite scary right? Imagine falling off the actual cell, better yet, imagine getting slung off that thing, just imagine it because that's exactly what I plan on doing to you John! I swear to god I won't stop until I've broken each and every bone in your body! And I promise if anyone wants to get involved in this one then they'll receive the same treatment, Slater, Donahue and even Shannon!"
He gets up off of the mat and walks over to a table where Dirty Harry is sitting. Harry slides Lou a bud, he pops the cap off and swigs it.
"A death in a cell match..."
"The first of it's kind!"
"That's right, the first of it's kind."
"And people are asking why Lou? Why this match?"
"I can answer that one. You see, Cavanagh..."
"Toenails.."
"Yeah, Toenails decided to fuck with my pal, the legend that is Deathmatch Devin. First, he attacked Devin a month or so back and if that wasn't enough he sent his lackey out in our match so that he could deliver another beat down on him. Now that shit pisses me off, if you were a real man you'd go in that ring, step up to him face to face and have it out there and then but no, that's not Cav's way is it? Cav would rather sneak up on the enemy or send someone to do his dirty work. I've had enough of that bullshit man and I decided I owed it to the death match legend to make this match a death match combined with a hell in a cell match, making it the death in a cell match. Now, I heard Devin was a bit disappointed he wasn't the first guy to step in to this, of course it would've been fitting but don't be too disappointed my friend because I can see there being plenty more of these matches after the first one!"
"One hundred percent!"
"Now tell me something Harry."
"Go on..."
"Did your neighbour ever find out it was you who laid the turd on his front porch?"
"Yeah, one of the other neighbours saw me do it and snitched on me."
"What happened?"
"The neighbour who's porch I shat on came over, he said some unpleasing words, swore at me a little and so I grabbed him, I took him to the bin that he chucked his dog shit in and then rammed his head and face in to that bag of shit. People started calling him Shitface, one week later his house was up for sale, the prick has now moved on."
"Shitface?! That's a good one. How about we take these bottles elsewhere and get shitfaced ourselves man?!"
"Let's get out of here brother."
Dirty Harry and Lou Natic finish their drinks, they grab the rest of their bottles and head towards the door of the factory they're in. Harry walks through the door, Lou takes a look back at the the cell.
"Cav, I'll catch up with you soon buddy." |
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Post by John Cavanagh on Sept 8, 2020 19:58:01 GMT -5
Three men stand in the middle of a junkyard as a large magnetic crane pulls a car up from the automobile graveyard and swings it towards a car compactor. The camera pans in on the three men to see John Cavanagh, his brother Chris and their childhood friend Shane Fitzpatrick. Chris and Shane smoke on their cigarettes as if they aren’t aware of the damage they are doing to themselves. From the opposite side of the junkyard a door swings open on a trailer and none other than Carlo Anastasio pops out. Carlo is flanked by his personal bodyguard who thus far has only been known by the name Bruno. Carlo approaches John and opens his arms for an embrace, John obliges but in his head he just never understood why all the Italians had to hug…one thing this potato eating Irishman was not going to do was all of that bullshit kissing of the cheeks. Carlo acknowledges Shane and Chris never speaking a word to them but motions for John to walk off with him. Bruno remains with Chris and Shane and the three begin to make small talk when Shane opens with something that plenty of New Yorkers could gripe about.
How ‘bout them fucking Yankees, huh?
Bruno rolls his eyes and shakes his head at the thought.
Them fucking bums couldn’t hit their way out of a paper bag!
The camera catches up to Carlo and John. Carlo is speaking in hushed tones, as if the other three men who are now a good twenty-five feet away can make out his voice over the hum of the car compactor.
Johnnie, I’ve got some good news and some bad news.
Alright Carlo, let’s skip all that bullshit about asking me which do I want to hear first and cut to the chase.
Carlo smiles.
You remind me of your father, an Irishman who didn’t give a shit about a button man—lets get down to business.
Yeah, it was The Old Man’s birthday the other day.
That’s right, the sixth! Did you go to visit your father?
Yeah, I took a trip out to Leavenworth to say hi, tell him happy birthday all that shit.
How’s he looking? Good spirits I hope?
John slightly chuckles at the question.
Jesus Christ, always with the good spirits with you goombahs…guess too many of your own have turned rat to the point where you guys see rats everywhere.
I didn’t mean it that way Johnnie, your father will take every secret he has with him to the grave. I just hope he’s doing well, I can’t exactly head out to Pennsylvania and visit a Federal inmate nowadays.
Of course, and I’m sure he’s plenty aware of that too. Now, back to the subject of the visit.
Right, right. My old age, if you get here you’ll be lucky, let’s start with the good then. My friend, the fat guy, down on Mulberry Street, you know who I’m talking about?
Yeah.
John knew who Carlo Anastasio was referring to—a man named Salvatore “Sally” Licata. Sally was in his early fifties and was a degenerate gambler. Legend has it that the Gervasi Family wouldn’t have him be a made guy until he paid off his debts to three different bookies connected to three different families. The problem was, there was a fourth book that Sally owed money to back then—John’s father and since Ryan Cavanagh was going through a Federal trial, no one thought it was important to give the money owed.
I told that fat fuck that its about time he pay back his debt to the Irish. Now, I’m not saying he’s paying interest for the last twenty-odd years but he’s going to pay what he owed at the time your father went away.
Oh, how nice. We’ve had to hold our hands while that fat fuck runs around Manhattan saying how he stiffed Ryan Cavanagh over two decades ago and all he has to pay is the measly sixty-five K he owed my father in 1997? For a little history Carlo, in 1997 I was fucking 15—I’m 38 now!
Johnnie, it took a lot of convincing to finally end this grievance. I think you should be happy.
Well, if that’s the good news…I can’t wait to hear the bad news.
It’s about your buddy Adam.
John’s right eyebrow raises. It had been damn near two months since the boys had to help a grieving widow burry the father to her children—not to mention a close friend of the entire Cavanagh crew.
We may have a lead as to who did it…problem is…you ain’t gonna be able to touch him.
The fuck I can’t…who was it?
That’s what I was afraid of…
The scene cuts to a black and white video feed of John Cavanagh seated inside of a room with darkness behind him. A single beam of light illuminates Cavanagh who is wearing a leather jacket and has the EWF World Championship on his right shoulder.
What makes a person, event et cetera eternal? Eternal means never-ending, ceaseless, enduring. And so it was written, the eternal battle of the Empire Wrestling Federation, for generations to come, the wrestling world would hear about the master technician of the ring, “The One Man Dynasty” John Cavanagh, and his battle against the psychotic challenger, “The Unbalanced” Lou Natic, and that psychotic challenger Lou Natic thought it was a good idea to get me to agree to a Death in a Cell Match. That’s exactly what Lou and I are both preparing to walk in to at Imperial Insanity. It’s a puzzle to the entire wrestling world, what exactly is a Death in a Cell Match? I for one have no god damned clue. Lou Natic didn’t explain it, neither did Dennis Slater, and to be completely honest I was too busy telling Lou Natic yes so that I could be the guy to beat him at his own game. See, when I faced Lou Natic at Emperor’s Cup in a No Holds Barred Match to crown the first ever EWF World Champion I got a taste of how vicious this sick little puppy can be—and I’m pretty damn sure that was only the tip of the iceberg. I’m pretty sure if Lou Natic had the power within him the guy would put a full body suit on, then attach barbed wire to it and just charge at his opponents to see how much skin he could pull off, to see how much he could make that sorry sack of shit bleed, just to see how much pain his opponent showed on their face when the barbed wire rips in to their flesh. Have I painted a clear enough picture of just what the hell John Cavanagh is expected to face off against at the upcoming Imperial Insanity pay-per-view? This is an individual who thinks its an intelligent idea to get behind the wheel of a god damned Dodge Charger and run down a guy like Andy Donahue, and for what? What Lou…did you do it because you saw that your buddy, Deathmatch Devin, had no chance to win that match? Did you do it because you knew that had you challenged Andy Boy one on one there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that you were going to come out on top? I don’t know if you noticed it yet Lou but The Celtic Club has held their own against anyone and everyone that either of us have been thrown up against and that’s not some random coincidence! Clay Holliday, Anarquia, The Master, Dank Sinatra, Arthas Lance, Lou Natic…that list includes five people still kicking around in the Empire Wrestling Federation—one of which happens to be the first ever EWF World Television Champion and the other, just happens to be the same guy I’m going to have to defeat at Imperial Insanity. Andy? He’s already man-handled you, I’m sure he can do that again no problem, he had the other so-called legend defeated dead to rites until you mowed him down with a car…and let us not forget he pretty much ended Realm’s career. That’s what your madness has become Lou, an eternal struggle to put out a flame that can’t be stopped!
Cavanagh laughs and stares to his right shoulder, taking in the gold and jewels of the EWF World Championship. A championship that he and only he has held, a championship that fifteen others failed to gain in the Emperor’s Cup tournament, a championship that thirty men—Andy Donahue included—would battle over a right to challenge for at Imperial Insanity. With these types of thoughts, John couldn’t help but develop a slight grin.
This championship right here, this heavy gold plated piece of jewelry that hangs on my shoulder, the prized possession of every sorry sack of shit that Dennis Slater signs to a contract…it’s something I’ve grown pretty damn fond of. See, it’s not like its a beautiful woman that you’re happy to see next to you every morning when you wake up, but its a pretty damn good second—and when I get the championship and Shannon Riley next to me each morning…well, let’s just say its a good time to be the king but that’s something you wouldn’t know a damn thing about now would you Lou? Louie Boy, I knew the moment that you and I both qualified for the Finals at Emperor’s Cup that it wouldn’t be the only time you and I had us a good brawl here in the EWF. I knew at that moment that after I defeated you, after I became the first man to hoist this championship over my head, that I would have to see you again at some point. I knew that at some point you’d be that nasty little thorn that got stuck in my side. What better time to get that second encounter out of the way then at the very next pay-per-view? Why wait? Why not give the morons at home what they want to see? Two men trying to literally murder one another inside of a structure that you seem to have concocted in that demented little mind of yours. Two men who seem as if they’re bonded in some kind of cosmic plan to take a promotion to the next level, to pay for Dennis Slater’s offspring to one day go to a nice private school and college, to create generational wealth for another man. It’s crazy what we do for our paychecks, ain’t it Lou?
Cavanagh stops himself and slicks back his golden blonde hair and looks down momentarily towards the ground. His right leg begins to move up and down a bit as Cavanagh grabs his hair with his hand. Cavanagh brings his piercing blue eyes back to the camera.
Louie Boy, whatever this Death in a Cell actually is, I hope it really is something to write home about. You want to make sure that you have the correct environment to destroy me? You want to make sure you have home field advantage? You want to honor your piece of shit friend Deathmatch Devin with this? Good. I want you to have that environment, that advantage and that weight on your shoulders. I want you to go in to our match at Imperial Insanity feeling as if you can’t be defeated, thinking that you are just that damn good, walking around with the swagger of a ball player and the confidence of a college kid that just got to share two women for the first time in his life…I want you to ooze confidence. I feel like you do, and why not? Last time we had an encounter your boy Dirty Harry picked up the pin on my boy Andy Donahue. Let’s not forget the little help that came from that miscreant Realm—Andy already evened that score or else there would be three bodies floating around that Cell. So Louie Boy…take your home field advantage, I’ve allowed you to have the element of surprise and I’ve allowed you to have the environment you need to destroy the one man you hate more than anyone else in this company. Now, the question everyone wants to know—can you capitalize? Can Lou Natic shake off his anger over his lose at Emperor’s Cup to reach summit as the EWF World Champion? Not if there’s anything I can say about that. See Lou, no matter how many advantages you’re handed I already know in my mind that I’ve retained this championship belt. You can grind my face against the cage until it resembles chop meat, you can beat me with whatever barbed wire weapon you can get your hands on, throw me off of the god damned Cell—you’re going to have to do a little better than all of that if you want to take my championship from me. So, Louie Boy, bring that tenacity, that anger, that rage and every other emotion running through that thick skull of yours so that I can beat those emotions out of you and the entire world can watch as Lou Natic crashes and burns at his own game.
Cavanagh gets up from the seat he was sitting in and walks off as the scene cuts to static.
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Post by John Cavanagh on Sept 11, 2020 22:14:18 GMT -5
Saturday September 5th, 2020 A plain white truck with a large back cap and a gate opening pulls up to a small parking lot. The parking lot has faded parking spots, cracked asphalt and overall is poorly kept. The shabby looking building that is located in the parking lot doesn’t seem all that much better. A large sign covers the side of the run down building that reads “Valhalla’s MC Pennsylvania”. At the sight of the banner the camera begins to pan out to show a collection of Harley Davidson motorcycles many with a three piece rocker airbrushed on to them that reads “Valhalla’s MC” on top with a drawing of Odin with his ravens and wolves in the center and the words “East Coast” as the bottom rocker, the lettering is on a white background with alternating red and blue letters. As the white truck backs up to the club house a warning beep is heard, at this sound the door opens and about a dozen or so men in match blue denim cut jackets appear from the inside of the clubhouse. Many of the men have some form of alcoholic beverage in their hand, a few light cigarettes as they exit and two of the bikers are passing a joint back and forth. One of the bikers looks like he shares a gene pool with one of our Hell’s Kitchen Irishmen with striking blue eyes, a barrel chest and a burly beard. The doors of the white truck swing open to reveal John Cavanagh exiting the passenger side and Petey Sheridan exiting the driver’s side.
Well if it ain’t my big city living cousin!Brian how the fuck are you?!Keeping it moving big cuz, about the only thing me and the brothers can do around these parts anyway.Petey Sheridan and his cousin Brian Sheridan embrace. The two cousins used to see each other all of the time, Brian would spend part of his summer vacation in Hell’s Kitchen with Petey and Petey would spend part of his summer vacation out in Pennsylvania, right outside the city limits of Harrisburg. Both boys grew up getting in to fights and in to trouble—both men joined their respective “paths of tradition” upon adulthood…Petey Sheridan continuing a long-standing, yet rapidly dying, tradition of Irish gangsters in Hell’s Kitchen and Brian becoming a full patched member and later an enforcer for the Harrisburg charter of Valhalla’s MC, the largest outlaw motorcycle club in the state of Pennsylvania.Brian fucking Sheridan, its been too god damned long kid.Yeah Johnnie, been too damn long…last time I made a mandatory out to Long Island for the 50th anniversary bash of the Long Island charter I heard you was caught up doing five years up top.Yeah, it is what it is…what the fuck ya gonna do? It’s all part of the life we chose and the territory that comes with it.Ain’t that the truth, I had to do a little skid bit just last year—six months for breaking this fucking yuppies nose and making his little jock team mate lose a tooth or two.Whoa, I didn’t hear about any of that…what the fuck happened?Two drunk asshole college kids, saw the cut and the pretty girl I was with, started some shit so you know I couldn’t let the cut be disrespected.Good for you, don’t take no shit from nobody.John says this while shaking his head in disbelief. John was all about standing your ground but in a situation like that, two college kids running their mouth, he would simply walk away. No point, there was no money to be made and beating the piss out of them would only land him back inside just as it had done with Brian. Two different organizations, two entirely different sets of values.Not trying to rush the family reunion, you guys can bullshit all you want but I still gotta get up to the hotel room I reserved up near Allenwood, so, I want to get our business done with now Brian.Yeah, you’re right Johnnie. You guys go do your shit and I’ll get started.Brian Sheridan turns to look at a few of the younger men with their blue denim cuts, these men however don’t have any patches on the front signifying their charter, rank or anything else that identifies them other than a small patch with red and blue lettering and white background that reads “Support Your Local 22’s”.Prospects…one of you fucks go get my cousin a beer ad the rest load up this truck for my cousin. He might not have a patch but as far you shitheads are concerned he is a patch…he tells you to kiss his fucking boots you better get down on your knees right away, understood?!The men nod as one turns and runs to the inside to get the beer to get out of a minute or two of manual labor. The other two prospects walk behind the clubhouse to retrieve some goods of some sort. John and Brian walk off towards the row of motorcycles. The two walk down the line until they get to the final bike, a black 2003 Harley Davidson Road King the centennial edition with a front fairing and an airbrushed paint job that can be seen at just the right angle to have a group of skulls and lettering that reads “King of the Road”.Well, this is the bitch we were talking about on the phone.The bitch looks sexy. And she’s all legit—papers everything? I don’t want any hot parts I’ve had enough bullshit to deal with in my life.Brian bobs his head up and down signifying that the motorcycle is completely legit.Alright…let’s hear her purr.John sits atop the Road King and hits the electric ignition and she starts right up. John cracks the throttle in neutral a few times to listen to the roar of the bored out engines.She’s pushing 96 cubic inches that’s a little under 1600 CCs…she was taken care of, my father treated that bitch better than any slut he ever took to bed, hell pretty sure he loved this bitch more than he loved me.John smiles, he knew that Brian’s father was a patch in Valhalla’s MC for over fifty years when he died. Thanks to Brian’s father, Brian’s name held a bit of weight even when he was a Prospect which made life a bit easier. Since John knew Brian’s father was such an enthusiast he knew that this bike was definitely going to be in tip top shape.You got a spare helmet?Brian begins to laugh and holds his gut as it vibrates back and forth—Brian was muscular but his beer belly was very apparent.This is Pennsylvania, ain’t no helmet laws here boy…gonna have to stop at some point and buy you one before you cross back in to Jersey though.John shakes his head—tough guy or not, who the fuck doesn’t wear a helmet going flying around on a big burly beast like this.Alright man, guess I gotta do what I gotta do. She looks good and sounds good.John reaches in to the pocket of his jacket and pulls out an envelope with an unknown amount of money, he hands the envelope to Brian. John shifts the back down in to first gear and takes off.Sunday September 6th, 2020 The scene re-opens the next day at the Federal Penitentiary in Allenwood, Pennsylvania. John Cavanagh is seen sitting at a plexiglass window, the camera pans closer to him from the opposite side of the glass as if the camera where the person walking to see him. A man who is now in his mid-sixties appears in the view of the camera and takes the seat across from John. The man’s facial features make it clear that these two men are related, it almost looks as if John is looking into a mirror image of his future self—all while hoping he’s not rotting away in a prison when he gets to that age.Hey Old Man, happy fucking birthday.John’s father, Ryan, smiles on the opposite side of the plexiglass at his eldest son.Thanks for coming to visit kid, how was your trip here?Nice and easy, just bought a new bike so I took a ride here on that—got it from a friend out here.Very nice, I remember taking you and your brother dirt bike riding at your mother’s uncle’s place Upstate…good times we had right?Yeah Pops, of course, plenty of great memories with you.Yeah, too bad they all happened before you even graduated high school.Pops, you can’t beat yourself up every time I come to visit you—there’s no point, life is what it is and all we can all do is make the best out of a pretty shitty situation.Ryan Cavanagh nods in agreement, he knows John is right there’s nothing he can do he’s exhausted each appeal he had, it was his sixty-fourth birthday and he had spent the twenty-two birthdays behind bars and, assuming he lived that long, he has another eleven of them he would be celebrating as a guest of the Feds.So, how’s things? How’s Chris? Shannon? The neighborhood? Anything I’m fucking dying to hear something!Things are going great now, everything is fucking great Pops. The bar business is picking back up as this COVID shit has slowed down a bit, the wrestling is going great. Chris is Chris, ya know he thinks he’s hot shit.Fucking kid, that’s your mother’s side of the family that he gets that attitude from.Don’t I know it. Shannon is amazing as always, doing everything right by me and the neighborhood—you wouldn’t recognize it for the most part. Shit has changed so much the past twenty some odd years, I’m amazed the few micks that still live there with us haven’t left for Westchester or Jersey or Long Island yet.That was the fucking problem! When the minorities started moving in so many of the white families packed it up and left.Hey, one of my best guys is Puerto Rican—we do quite well with those minorities you’re talking about.Yeah, my day things were different kid.That’s for fucking sure.The sound cuts as John and Ryan continue to talk, their facial expressions show two happy men—a father and son who had their relationship forever altered due to the actions of Ryan Cavanagh and the tax dollars of the American public that went towards the agents who used every resource they had to put Ryan behind bars.Friday September 11th, 2020 The scene re-opens to the dark of night and shows “The One Man Dynasty” John Cavanagh standing outside of a building that reads “EWF Underground” with Shannon Riley and Andy Donahue by his side and the EWF World Championship slung across his right shoulder. The team of three are illuminated by the street post to their right and the lights in front of the EWF Underground.So this is where the journey is going to take us this time, right back to where it all started, huh Lou? This is the building that you and I have already fought all over…the building where I pinned your ass dead to rites in the center of the ring to win this beautiful championship belt that sits on my shoulder…the building where you used a car to try and kill one of the most promising young stars in this industry, Andy Donahue. A building that is slowly beginning to house so many epic moments in the history of professional wrestling that one day it will be considered hollowed ground. Hallowed ground that will be canonized with the blood of those who stepped foot in that ring and did battle. Or in our case, for our second encounter at least, canonized with the blood of the two psychopaths who agreed to enter this Death in a Cell madhouse that you’ve thought up in that demented mind of yours. Honestly, when I agreed to this match, I had no fucking idea what a Death in a Cell Match was…sure, I figured there would be some kind of a cage and that’s all fine and dandy but a barbed wire side? An electric side? A shit ton of weapons all over the place? What the hell is wrong with you man? I get it…I pissed you off, and now “The Unbalanced” Lou Natic is like a shark that smells blood in the ocean, he’s on the hunt and he can’t wait to find his prey. That’s right Lou, I won’t be some cocky, arrogant punk and try to sit here and disprove what you are—and that is one dangerous son of a bitch. I watched your cage match with DeShaun Jenkins at the second Evolution, I faced your ultraviolent style in a No Holds Barred Match after we both won two other matches at Emperor’s Cup, shit I even had to deal with your delicate mental state in a tornado tag match with Andy here on my side and your co-psychopath Dirty Harry on yours. So, let’s face reality here…I know exactly what you are capable inside of that ring. Does it worry me? No. Do I think for one second that you won’t take any and all of those weapons to try and beat me down? No. Do I think that you aren’t going to try and exploit that barbed wire side of the cage and the electric side of the cage? Hell fucking no! Throwing me off of the cell buddy? It could happen and I wouldn’t put it passed you. Hell, after seeing the way you’re completely willing to sacrifice your own body I’d say you’d gladly fall off of the top of that thing as well if it meant you brought me crashing down with you.Cavanagh pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts. Shannon slides up next to him, rubbing her hand on his chest.See, the only person who’s really worried about what’s going to happen in this match is my beautiful fiancé right here. She’s worried that her man might need a trip to the hospital, she’s worried that you having home field advantage might result in one of the rare occasions that John Cavanagh leaves the ring without a winner’s purse. But, I’ve been trying to tell her to stop stressing it. If I ain’t worried then she’s got not reason to worry herself over this little scuffle we are about to have. Sure, I’ll be hurting at the end…but you will too Lou. Sure, I’ll be bleeding at the end…but you will too Lou. I’m sure at the end of this match there will be a ripple of shockwaves spreading throughout the world of professional wrestling as people begin to realize that John Cavanagh and Lou Natic just engulfed the wrestling world in flames like the Norse fire giant Surtr during the days of Ragnarok. When the entire professional world comes to the realization that even with home field advantage Lou Natic just couldn’t quite get the job done against John Cavanagh. You want to call me Toenails to be comical, you want to say I needed the help of both Dennis Slater and Andy Donahue to get this championship—go for it Lou, whatever makes it easier for you to sleep at night. Whatever makes it a little easier for you and you’re imbecile buddy Dirty Harry to feel like you’re going to get to celebrate with the biggest prize in our sport today, keep doing it. Like I said last time this camera was on me, I want you to have this advantage and I want you to feel confident…because there aren’t many things sweater than destroying someone’s confidence. Something else that is pretty damn sweat? Getting to destroy a man’s tribute to someone who has become something of a mentor to them. That’s right, you ask why don’t I go face Deathmatch Devin one on one in the ring “like a man”—because that sorry sack of shit doesn’t belong in the same promotion as me, let alone the same god damned ring! The way I see Devin is he’s a washed up version of you Lou…he had his day, he was probably the hot new lunatic on the block twenty years ago and he probably flamed out in defeat just like you are going to be doing soon Louie Boy. So, in other words, why should I bother with old man hardcore when I can destroy the next generation’s self-proclaimed hardcore specialist?Andy Donahue snorts in the background and sucks his teeth.That’s fucking right John, you tell this piece of shit what’s gonna happen tomorrow night.What’s going to happen tomorrow night? That’s pretty fucking simple…Lou Natic is going to walk to the ring the challenger and number one contender to the EWF World Championship, John Cavanagh is going to walk to the ring as the current reigning EWF World Champion. Lou Natic and John Cavanagh are going to beat the ever loving piss out of one another in an attempt to be the victor at the end of the battle. Then, at some point, John Cavanagh is going to score a pinfall or a submission over your ass and make sure that you’re down long enough to get that ten count and retain MY championship. You forget Lou—I told you all when we were getting ready for the Emperor’s Cup tournament—I’m not going to stop until they call the EWF The House That Cavanagh Built! Why? Because, like we all know by now I’m a baseball guy, and my skill level and the skill level of the rest of the so called “talent” floating around the EWF locker room…I’m Babe fucking Ruth and the rest of you are all the other players in the dead ball era—you guys couldn’t even hold my god damned jockstrap! Time to give in Lou, you’re not taking this one home.John slaps his hand on the EWF World Championship at the conclusion of his last sentence and the scene cuts to static. |
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Post by 'The Unbalanced' Lou Natic on Sept 11, 2020 22:55:21 GMT -5
The Home Run
FLASHBACK
A 12 year old Lou watches on as his Father’s coffin is lowered in to the ground, no emotion, just a kid who looks like the life has been sucked out of him, a kid that’s lost his brother, his father, and his crazy assed mother was still on the run after killing his Father.SCENE“Lou!”Harry shouts the Unbalanced ones name as he stares down at a 6 foot hole they’ve just dug up. “Lou!”Harry shouts his name again, Lou seems startled as he snaps out of his thought. “Yeah, sorry man, what’s up?”“What the hell were you doing brother? You just went off in a world of your own.”“Something popped in my head man, I’m ok.... hey, we’ve finished Cav’s spot now, great.”Lou throws the shovel he was holding to the floor. He walks over to a couple of camping chairs him and Dirty Harry have set up and sits on one, of course he cracks open a beer and starts swigging on it. The camera starts to zoom in on Lou as he looks in to it. “Just hours away from the big event, Imperial Insanity, just hours away from the first Death in a Cell match, just hours away from taking that title off you Cavanagh and just hours away from your death!”Lou starts to use one of his laughs he uses when he’s in complete crazy mode. He points at the hole they’ve just dug, and the camera moves and focuses in on that. “You see that? We’ve dug that for you, Cav. I thought to myself, hey if I’m gonna be the one to take your life, then the least I could do was dig your grave for you man. If you noticed, well we’ve made it that little bit bigger than your average size. I just thought if that bitch of yours Andy wanted to get involved and I have to do something bad to that prick too then I could chuck the sack of shit in with you.”The camera has now turned back to Lou, he’s just finished off his bottle and he chucks it in to the hole he’s just dug. Harry comes on over and sits by Lou. “Last time I was looking in to one on these holes my old man was gettindg buried, he was a fucking asshole too, John. He was arguably a bigger asshole than you, except he didn’t talk as much shit.”Lou opens up another bottle and passes one to Harry too. They both take a swig. “So I heard you running your mouth man, I heard you say that I’m going to crash and burn at my own game, is that right Johnny boy? Well I’m telling you right here, right now, it’s gonna take more than Andy fucking Donahue and Dennis fucking Slater to stop me from kicking the fuck out of your stupid ass and taking home that gold this time around man. You see, what you’ve done John, you’ve made me even more crazy than before, even more fucked up, even more unbalanced than I ever thought I could be. When you guys decided to put a plan together and screw my crazy ass over, well, let’s just say that opened up a whole new world of crazy.”Lou takes a moment as he takes a big sip of his bottle. “I’m ready to go through anything, the planning, the beatings, the cheating, anything you throw at me John, I’m ready for it. I’m ready to go through a world of pain to get what is rightfully mine, to give the whole EWF universe what they want, and that is along with no more Cavanagh, me being they’re World Champion. Don’t worry though John, once I get rid of you, I’ll take care of Shannon. While she’s mourning you, I’ll give her a shoulder to cry on, I’m sure she’ll soon forget about you, but it’s ok though man, I’ll look after her and if I don’t then I’m sure my buddy over here will.”Harry licks his lips, and gives the camera a wink. “Hell yeah I will.”Both men laugh. “We’re just hours away man, hours away from putting you in some of worse pain you’ve ever felt, hours away from electrocuting your arse, tearing your skin with barbed wire, hitting you with any objects I can! You’ve been calling yourself the baseball guy right? Well I’ve got a nice little baseball bat especially for you. A baseball bat I will happily use to take your god damn head off your shoulders you smug prick. You’ve been going around saying your not worried about this match, your not nervous but I know that’s a lie John. I know there’s a part of you right now, as we approach the event, there’s some part of that’s thinking what the fucking hell have I gotten myself in to? I’m going in to a cell, the first Death in a Cell match with an absolute fucking lunatic. Hell, I won’t lie John, I’m fucking nervous for you man. It’s not going to be pretty, it’s not going to be the best WRESTLING match in the world now is it? There’s going to be blood, plenty of blood, ripped skin, man there could even be guts and limbs flying around the place, if I get my own way with you boy.”Lou starts to pull at his hair as he gets excited. “I’m ready for this John, there’s nothing that’s gonna stop me. I can’t and I won’t be stopped. It’s going to violent, it’s going to the be most violent match in wrestling history. I can see it now, the hardcore match of the year, one that will be on peoples minds for years to come. Remember when Lou killed John in the first and last Death in a Cell match?! I say last because I imagine after they see this one, they’re either going to ban the match or no fuckers gonna want to step in one with Lou after it!”Lou finishes off his bottle and throws that one in to the hole he calls John’s grave. He opens another and swigs again. “John, I’m gonna make my way to the EWF Underground, where like you said, where it first started, where you and your fucking goons cheated your god dam way to victory. You know and I know that without them I’d be standing here right now , World champion! It’s time to get crazy John, time to lose our fucking minds and do whatever it takes to win. It’s time for you to fall victim to CRAZY!”Lou pushes the camera away, he gets up with Harry. He walks to the hole they dug up not long before, he looks down in to the hole and spits in it. He finishes off his drink and chucks that bottle in there too. “Let’s get the fuck out of here Harry.”The two men make their way to the EWF Underground building. |
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