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Post by "The Boss" Dennis Slater on Aug 30, 2020 23:16:34 GMT -5
If you are double booked and you write an RP that has to do with both matches please post your RP in BOTH match threads for easy reading, thank you!
Participants in no specific order (note: participants can be added to the list between now and the day of the event). 1. Anarquia 2. Clay Holliday 3. "Hoodstar" DeShaun Jenkins 4. The Master 5. "Blazed Up" Dank Sinatra 6. Deathmatch Devin 7. "Classy" Christopher Charles 8. "A.K." Adrian King 9. "The Latin Lover" Carlito Rodriguez 10. "The Greatest Person to Ever Live" Enforcer (entering at number one) 11. "The Shining Star" Anthony Royal 12. Jason "Blackheart" Thunder 13. Vin Halsted 14. "The Heir Apparent" Andy Donahue 15. Alec Kirkland 16. Mason Blackwell 17. Paul Barclay 18. LA Johnny Stylez (entering at number thirty) 19. "The Myth Killer" Hunter Valentyne 20. Salvaje* 21. Austin Earp* 22. “Big Homie” Isaiah Carter* 23. The Creature* 24. Kenneth Marshall* 25. Leon Mondo* 26. The Monster** 27. TBA 28. TBA 29. TBA 30. TBA/b]
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Post by technicalauthority on Sept 3, 2020 11:39:33 GMT -5
Halifax, Nova Scotia May 1st, 2019
It dawned on me that I hadn't been home in over three months. In the past, the mere thought of leaving home would bring forth various forms of anxiety. I couldn't know that this crippling mindset I carried with me for years was complete fiction. In August of 2018 the course of my life would change drastically when Maritime Pro Wrestling closed it's doors for the final time. Gus had given his life to professional wrestling and Maritime Pro's swan song was Gus blowing a proverbial final kiss goodbye to his beloved. Gus' decision to leave the wrestling industry left me in a precarious position. What was I supposed to do now?
As I sat down on the dock of the Halifax harbour-front, I couldn't help but reminisce about the last eight months. I couldn't help but reminisce about how I thought my career as a professional wrestler was finished. The set of circumstances that I believed to be career ending were in actuality, career defining. I couldn't have known at the time, but Gus had made arrangements with Lars Hagen to have me compete and continue to pursue my goals as professional in his House of Strong Style promotion based in Mobile, AL. When Gus approached me with the opportunity, I reluctantly accepted.
This new opportunity was an unknown for me. I would have to become acclimated to a completely different culture, and a completely different set of wrestling ideals. There was a catch though. Lars Hagen was only interested in a package deal. Lars wanted to secure the two names that had been drawing solid houses in Atlantic Canada for the last 3 years. Lars Hagen wanted Kenneth Marshall and Alec Kirkland. Without Alec being included, there would be no contract available for me. But then came the kicker, as Gus Looked me right in the eye and asked me to do him this favour.
"It's time that you two put your differences aside."
I could hear his raspy voice in my mind offering insight into my never ending rivalry with Alec. Gus knew that pitting the two of us against each other was the reason that Maritime Pro was able to survive as long as it did. Gus also knew that the two of us had a genuine dislike for one and other inside and outside of the ring.
I paid my dues, and I devoted my life to both amateur and professional wrestling. Alec on the other hand just sort of fell into this. The fact that I don't think he ever appreciated the position he was afforded, after only being in the industry for a short time, always grated on my last nerve. Our rivalry started to become more and more personal for me as time passed. I did everything in my power to try and run him off... I tried to make his time inside of that locker room as uncomfortable as possible on a weekly basis.
And still, he always came back.
Inside of the ring, I would hit him with my best shot - the same shot that would drop bigger men, stronger men - and he would take it and 'try' to walk forward afterwards. Does this guy have a death wish I thought to myself?
But I digress. My time in H.O.S.S is where I forcibly took the ball, and ran with it. As fate would have it, Lars would put Alec and I against each other in a qualifying match for the Lars Hagen Invitational. After our 25 minute broadway, we were told we had five more minutes to secure a winner. I took advantage of the opportunity, and finished the match with a school boy roll-up for the victory. It was here that I could see Alec's demeanour really start to change. All of those years of playing second fiddle to me back home, was starting to play-out all over again in front of a new audience.
I was cordial in victory, and offered Alec my best condolence. My attempts at friendship were consistently rebuffed, as Alec had chosen to remain bitter and unfulfilled.
As luck would have it, I would go onto win the Lars Hagen Invitational on my own merits, which is still the crowning achievement in my eight year career. As Lars walked to the ring with a personal cheque and trophy in-hand, Alec would emerge from the crowd and 'accidentally' break the trophy in half.
I did my best to stay together in the moment. I looked over at Alec who was clearly hurting. I kept hearing Gus in the back of my mind encouraging me to be the better man. Don't give Alec the satisfaction of reacting to his shenanigans.
So...I didn't.
The Strong Style Summit soon followed, and this was when Alec made it his personal mission to create chaos wherever he went. Alec was starting to lose control of his emotions, and his erratic behaviour was drawing concerns from the H.O.S.S office. Due to the fact that Alec was seen as volatile and out of control - Lars had no choice but to fire him and issue a restraining that prevented Alec from being within 100 feet from the arena.
The last time I saw Alec Kirkland, he was being restrained and put into the back of a police car on his way to the county jail. This certainly couldn't have been the ending that Gus had envisioned when he agreed to send us down there. I believed that there would be enough room for us both to succeed in H.O.S.S. But the more my career seemed to elevate - the more his seemed to spiral.
As this vicious cycle continued, one thing was sure. Alec Kirkland was attempting to sabotage my wrestling career.
In the beginning, I would purposely look to create distance between us. There was just too much familiarity there. I needed a fresh start. However, whenever I looked at the marquee it seemed like our names were across from each other. I know that this was by design, as everyone wanted to see us recreate the magic we had inside of the ring.
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But at what cost.
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I was loading my pickup truck around three o'clock the next day when I heard footsteps walking behind me. I turned around, and there he was.
Gus Arnold: "You've been home for two days and haven't thought to reach out?"
He was right, I hadn't. I was trying to distance myself from all of the drama that comes along with the wrestling industry.
Kenneth Marshall: "I was going to..."
I turned around and kept my posture back as a tightly as I could. Gus always appreciated good posture, and believed it to be a sign of respect.
Gus Arnold: "We need to talk."
Kenneth Marshall: "About what?"
Gus Arnold: "It's about Alec."
I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks and ears. My face couldn't hide my frustration, but I did the best I could. Through gritted teeth, I gave it my best effort.
Kenneth Marshall: "What about Alec?"
Gus took a step forward invading my personal space. He looked me dead in the eye, and purposefully suggested...
Gus Arnold: "He needs your help."
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Fade.
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Post by deathmatchdevin on Sept 3, 2020 19:11:05 GMT -5
The lights in EWF Underground flicker on and off and the camera crew begins its focus on a lone man standing inside the center of the squared circle. The man who stands on center stage so to speak is none other than Japanese deathmatch legend Deathmatch Devin. Devin begins to pace back and forth as he begins to speak.
Deathmatch Devin How the landscape of an entire promotion can change in just one show, huh? Its crazy to think that before the latest Evolution show right here in the Garden State we had a triple threat match for the World Championship, a close friend of mine as the EWF World Television Champion and only one group of assholes running around claiming to dominate the competition. Now we have two men vying for the most sort after prize in this company, a guy who just overcame one hell of a hurdle to become the EWF World Television Champion and now we have two groups of assholes running around claiming to dominate the competition. That's right ladies and gentlemen we went from only having The Celtic Club claiming to be the best to having The Celtic Club and The Outlawz! It seems to me like this LA Johnny Stylez character was John Cavanagh fifteen years ago. That's right, I said it, LA Johnny Stylez and his entire persona is probably the same exact good for nothing piece of shit that needed people to have his back that Cavanagh was when he was first making a name for himself in this industry. All I see of The Outlawz is that these guys who think their shit don't stink aligned together so that they could collectively try to make people feel inferior. I've met guys like LA Johnny Stylez, Enforcer, Vin Halsted...and since we are talking about the other group of assholes...Andy Donahue time and time again throughout my travels. I've seen what they're capable of, I've seen them ruin careers because of their inferiority complexes, I've seen their ego grow bigger than their miniscule brains and destroy entire promotions. That ain't gonna be the case this time boys, not on Deathmatch Devin's watch. Not while guys like myself, Dank Sinatra and Lou Natic walk around that locker room...it just ain't gonna happen that way. Speaking of Dank and Lou, Dank its a shame you're not walking around with the EWF World Television Championship anymore...that belt and you were like the yang to John Cavanagh and the World Championship's yin. You went out and defended that championship with pride while our "top dog" hides behind his steroid abusing Pit Bull, Andy Donahue, and waits until he's contractually obligated to defend the championship before ever putting it on the line. I'm going to be the first gentleman in this match and wish you the best of luck in the Imperial Insanity Battle Royal, Dank. As far as I'm concerned the only outcome I'm hoping to see is you and I as the final two in that ring. This way you and I can give the fans what they want and show the rest of the locker room what the Empire Wrestling Federation is really all about...blood, sweat and gore! And Lou...my brother from another mother and generation...I'm flattered that you wanted to take a page out of my book and go to deathmatch status in this World Championship match against Cavanagh...I can't wait to see what you do to that sack of shit inside of the Death in a Cell, just a little upset I don't get to be in the first Death in a Cell match myself!
Devin's face is overcome with a cynical smile at the thought of being in such a destructive match up. The thought of being able to take his opponent and do only God knows how many horrible things to their body while taking just as much punishment himself.
Deathmatch Devin But for me, just like the Dankster, I've got one task at hand...one thing to focus on at Imperial Insanity. The task ahead of me is that Imperial Insanity Battle Royal. A match that will see the EWF send 30 of the best superstars that this business has to offer down to that ring. A match that will see 29 of the greatest wrestlers in the world today get thrown up and over the top rope to be eliminated. A match that will crown the number one contender to the EWF World Championship. A match that determines who will be John Cavanagh's second challenger or Lou Natic's first challenger, I'm putting my money on that second outcome. It's difficult to really get into specifics when it comes to this match due to the sheer volume of teams and factions that could be in the ring at the exact same time. Not just The Outlawz but you've also got Los Despiadados, the Arizona Outlaws, American Muscle, Lucifer's Legion, Technical Authority, The Scots and Brooklyn's Finest. It's crazy to think that, at some point in this match, a group of two or three could completely sway the momentum inside of that ring if they're all in the ring at the same time. I understand going in to this match that there will be groups who will work together. Hell, I'm sure if I find myself in the ring with Dank Sinatra or Dirty Harry we may have moments of an alliance to help ensure that we make it a little deeper in to the match, but that's just it...moments of an alliance. There are no teams in a battle royal. Los Despiadados, they're blood but money and championship gold is most definitely thicker than blood. The Arizona Outlaws have proven time and time again that their team work doesn't equate to victories so they really make no difference. American Muscle, now that's a team...those two boys look like they know exactly what they're doing together and because of that I'm sure by the time they enter the Imperial Insanity Battle Royal they'll be the EWF World Tag Team Champions and while that's a major accomplishment there is a difference between a singles wrestler and a tag team wrestler boys and you boys are most definitely tag team wrestlers. Lucifer's Legion, if The Master is in there and he has control of his larger than life minions I'm sure they'd be a force to be reckon with but how much control can The Master have over two men who may have the opportunity to become the number one contender? Technical Authority, they've got their own history between each other and as far as I'm concerned its only a matter of time before that team implodes...hell maybe they'll implode at Imperial Insanity, wouldn't be the first time a team imploded during a battle royal thats for damn sure. The Scots and Brooklyn's Finest, they may both be close friends that would fight for each other in the Highlands of Scotland or the rough and tumble streets of Brooklyn but will their love for one another overshadow the greed that one of them is sure to have? And the new elephant in the room, The Outlawz, I've got to think that with LA Johnny Stylez's ego, Vin Halsted thinking he's the hottest thing since global warming and Enforcer thinking he's the greatest person to ever live I can't see those three having that close of a bond to keep them together as a team when all three are clearly whores for championship gold.
As for my other opponents in this match my buddies Dank Sinatra and Dirty Harry, as always I'm wishing the both of you the best of luck. I'm thinking that one of us three will be facing Lou Natic with the EWF World Championship on the line in the not so distant future. "Classy" Christopher Charles, I just can't wait to see how you turn around and blame the referees for your elimination at Imperial Insanity. What are you going to cry about next, they lied about both feet touching the floor? Or did they distract you long enough for someone to toss you over the top? Adrian King, the new EWF Television Champion and a man that unfortunately lost his brother...I've got a little more respect for you than when you first walked in the doors of the EWF. It seems like you went from being some punk with a chip on his shoulder to a man who's learning to respect and have love for this industry. Sometimes it takes something traumatic to get someone's life perspective to change and I'm beginning to feel thats exactly what happened with A.K. Carlito Rodriguez, the man who avenged a chair shot from Christopher Charles with a victory over Christopher Charles, I'm sure you and Juanita are very satisfied now that you are able to be together again but I'm also sure you two being together will be part of the reason why Carlito falls short at Imperial Insanity. I hate to say it buddy but you just focus a little too much on sex for your performance inside of the ring to ever improve. Anthony Royal, I think this guy is another arrogant, cocky bastard similar to Christopher Charles. Both of them were born with silver spoons in their mouths and both of them are young and unproven in professional wrestling. You, Anthony, have two different opportunities to make a name for yourself at Imperial Insanity. You've got yourself an opportunity to win the EWF Old Glory Championship and the opportunity to become the number one contender to the EWF World Championship all in the same night. What a miraculous performance that would be, not just from you but from any wrestler. I'm personally kind of pulling for you, if only to see the look on Vin Halsted's face when he's one-upped by some young punk like you, Anthony. Jason Thunder, I've seen that you've been going out there and leaving it all out there, doing your damndest to make sure that the entire world notices you. Well, you have been noted, and I will know to not take you lightly if we are in the ring together during this battle royal. Then we come to one of my least favorite men in that locker room, matter of fact the only guy I hate more than this guy happens to be the World Champion at the moment. This piece of shit I'm talking about of course is Andy Donahue, that steroid abusing Pit Bull that bites whenever John Cavanagh says to. Andy, what are you going to do without your master to tug on your leash? How will you know who to attack? Will you even know HOW to eliminate someone from this match or are you just going to be that moron who goes for a cover? I guess you must be riding pretty high on your horse after not only defeating Realm but possibly even ending his career. That's great if you are but I'm telling you right now you and I have fought under Extreme Combat Rules before and let's face it kid, you didn't come out on top when that happened. Well, guys, I've got to get back to the car so I can head home to the wife and kids but I'll be back here at the EWF Underground again tomorrow to get some more work in before this hellacious match we are all hoping to win. Boys, I hope you're all as hungry as I am for this one because I ain't going down without one hell of a fight from a worthy opponent.
Devin walks out of the camera's view. Fade to black.
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latinlover
Dark Match Talent
Put a little Latino Lover in your heart
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Post by latinlover on Sept 6, 2020 18:02:07 GMT -5
“Mami, your skin is so soft I’ve missed it so!” Carlito exclaims as he kisses Juanita’s neck. The two loves are covered by their blankets while they lay in bed with their clothing thrown about their master bedroom. “It is such a beautiful thing that we are once more reunited! I knew we would be, I knew that Christopher Charles had no chance at defeating me!” Carlito smiles and smells Juanita’s hair.
“Of course Papi, I knew you would win your match I just knew that it was time to light a fire under your cute ass. We needed to take home the winner’s purse instead of double loser’s purses!” Juanita rolls her eyes at the thought of both of them coming up short again.
Carlito chuckles. “Mami, there is no reason to worry! You know that I now have the momentum, I have the momentum that is needed to make The Latin Lover the winner of the Imperial Insanity Battle Royal! The momentum that I will carry through this battle royal and on to my EWF World Championship opportunity that awaits me.” Carlito stares off as if he is daydreaming about being the EWF World Champion.
Juanita smiles and rubs Carlito’s hair. “I can only imagine how it must feel to be with the EWF World Champion.”
Carlito snaps his head and a look of confusion and worry comes across his face. “Mami, you want to know how it feels like to be with John Cavanagh?”
Juanita rolls her eyes at Carlito’s idiotic comment. “You are kidding me right? I really need to explain that comment? I want you and that championship gold and nothing else!”
Carlito’s look of worry eases but the confusion remains. “But, what of the Women’s Championship mi amor?”
Juanita nods her head. “Of course, that would be a nice cherry on top of our sundae but let us not forget the purpose of us leaving beautiful San Juan for disgusting Jersey City it is to get the biggest checks the company has to offer!”
Carlito caresses Juanita’s arm. “Of course Mami, and that is why at Imperial Insanity I must win the battle royal and earn the championship opportunity and you must win the six pack challenge to earn your own championship opportunity.”
Juanita rolls her eyes, momentarily doubting her own in-ring ability. “Papi, I know I have won matches in other promotions but I have hit a rough patch. I have yet to win one match and you expect me to become the number one contender already? I must need to train a little more.”
Carlito raises the blanket and takes a gander at Juanita’s body. “Mami, your body is perfectly tone all you need to do is maintain mi amor! Not only that, if the Halloween Cousins could win their first match to become the EWF World Tag Team Champions why can’t you win your first match to earn a Women’s Championship match?”
Juanita’s eyes light up at these words. “You’re right Papi! I don’t see why I can’t come up to the plate and knock one out of the park at Imperial Insanity! I can become the number one contender to the EWF World Women’s Championship and then later on I can watch my man become the number one contender to the EWF World Championship!”
Carlito’s eyebrows raise back and forth. “And then we can celebrate live in the center of the ring at the following Evolution for the entire world to see our love!!”
“Papi, let’s not get that far ahead of ourselves.” Juanita pats Carlito on the head like a good puppy dog. “I have to beat that scary screaming lady that is finally debuting, that pretty blonde bitch Shannon, the pothead’s main squeeze, the hardcore niece and that Canadian Latina with one of the nicest asses I think I have ever seen! And you? You, mi amor…you need to beat 29 other people!”
Carlito sneaks a kiss to Juanita’s lips before nodding in agreement. “You are right mi amor, there are 29 other individuals that will be vying for the same opportunity that I will be attempting to obtain. And some of them are on the same teams basically. You have Vin Halsted, Enforcer and LA Johnny Stylez who will surely help each other and hope to have the ring all to themselves as the final three. You have Deathmatch Devin, Dank Sinatra and Lou Natic’s old friend Dirty Harry who I’m sure will help each other out as well. Then you have those Halloween guys The Master, The Monster and The Creature who will also surely have each other’s back. You add in all of the tag teams in that ring and I must say, it may be difficult for a lone wolf like myself to walk out of this match as the Imperial Insanity winner but I must press on. I must go against the grain if need be in order to make mi amor proud!”
Juanita smiles and kisses Carlito. “Oh, you always know how to make mami feel happy!” The two continue to kiss as the promo ends.
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Post by classy on Sept 7, 2020 12:40:22 GMT -5
"Classy" Christopher Charles sits on the top deck of a beautiful one hundred foot yacht as the California sun beats down on his body that is covered in only a Speedo bathing suit to minimize his tan line when he steps in the ring. On a small table next to the lounge chair that Christopher is sprawled out on there is a bottle of champagne on ice and a partially smoked fine cigar in an ash tray. Christopher never looks up to interact with the camera, instead he maintains focus on his tan when he begins to speak.
"Classy" Christopher Charles: You know, I'm getting pretty damn sick and tired of the sloppy officiating that Dennis Slater has hired for this company. With the eye for talent the man clearly had the moment he signed the Classiest Wrestler in the Business you would think he would have an equally skilled eye at selecting officials. Apparently I've given this moronic boss of ours a little too much credit, he obviously had one smart decision when filling out his talent roster...me...and everyone else, I'll give the world a big spoiler...they're all going to be viewed as duds with due time. That's right boys and girls the Classiest Wrestler in the Business is more than adequately prepared to set the record straight once and for all at Imperial Insanity. What I love about this is there is no way for a zebra to screw me out of a victory. Hell, I should be the EWF World Champion, in the EWF Old Glory Championship match and your current reigning EWF World Television Champion all at the same time but we all know that the officials have banded together in some form of a conspiracy to hold down the most naturally talented athlete on God's green Earth. I have said it before and I will repeat it once more right here, right now...I will be a champion in the EWF and there is nothing that anyone can do to stop it! I have invested too much of my time and effort, too much of my parent's money to fail at that goal!
Christopher Charles stops speaking and takes a deep gulp as is evident by the movement of his Adam's apple.
"Classy" Christopher Charles: Frankly speaking it's a damn shame that I have to prove my worth as a contender to the EWF World Championship at the upcoming Imperial Insanity Battle Royal. It's a damn shame because it's quite apparent to anyone paying attention that the entire roster of the Empire Wrestling Federation is very aware that I am the superior athlete when compare to every single one of them, they all just choose to sit there and lie to themselves show after show. From the lowest of the low on the intelligence totem pole like The Arizona Outlaws, Los Despiadados and LA Johnny Styles to the men who have held the Television Championship...Adrian King and Dank Sinatra...the two men who will compete for another championship that should be mine in Anthony Royal and Vin Halsted...to the people no one gives a damn about like Lucifer's Legion, American Muscle, Andy Donahue and Enforcer. Every last one of them will have to come out to the squared circle and every last one of them, and more, will find themselves flying over the top rope at some point in time. Whether it be by my own hands, or the hands of another opponent...whether it be a legitimate toss over, a clothesline or an idiot that uses their own momentum and takes themselves out of the equation, in the end only one EWF superstar will be left in the ring. In the end, only one of us will earn an opportunity to face either Lou Natic or John Cavanagh with this industry's most prestigious prize on the line....and who is it going to be? I think, no I know that the entire world comprehends that its going to be the Classiest Wrestler in the Business. It's bad enough that at each Evolution I have to bring myself down to the level of the putrid refuse I share a roster with but it should be a crime against humanity that I have to deal with upwards of twenty-nine of these peasants at the same damn time. I don't know how I'll be able to wash that level of filth off of my body at the end of the night but I guess we all have to do what we are booked to do sometimes now don't we boys and girls? Oh and Carlito Rodriguez I'd like to give you a special mention as I promise you that if I am in that ring at the same time as you, I will be the man to chuck your disgusting ass over the top rope because nothing would annoy me more than to see you walk away as the number one contender.
"Classy" Christopher Charles continues to stare up towards the sky, enjoying the weather and working on his tan as it is apparent he's down speaking about the travesties he is undergoing in the EWF.
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Post by technicalauthority on Sept 8, 2020 12:11:15 GMT -5
May 2019 The Warehouse Dartmouth, NS
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It had been a couple of months since I had last seen Alec, and that was quite alright by me. The man had made a habit out of sabotaging my first serious singles run outside of Nova Scotia, and he was doing it out of spite. I couldn't know at the time that my ascent to the top of the House of Strong Style hierarchy would be short-lived, and the promotion could close it's doors due to some underhanded dealings by the son of the owner. While I decided to take my time before jumping back into the world of professional wrestling, I found myself irritable and unhappy while the entire reason behind 'walking away' was to gain some semblance of perspective on who I was, and what I wanted.
I wanted to be the best.
My work ethic showed it, and how I was able to implement it, proved it.
But there I was, at Gus' beck and call once again. Why on earth did Gus think that I would be the man to call when Alec was in need? He witnessed what we went through under his watch, as well as the chaotic nature of our professional relationship down south. On the other hand, Gus is my mentor, and I owe any and all of my successes in wrestling to him and his teaching. I hadn't forgotten where I came from, and I knew that this was one of those situations where I had to respect my elders.
When I finally reached the Warehouse, I expected to see a slew of students working on their craft. Instead, I saw Gus sitting in front of a TV with a remote on his hand. As I crept closer, I could see that he was re-watching a wrestling program. Gus turned and saw me walking toward him.
Gus: "Have a seat."
KM: "What's this all about?"
Gus didn't respond, he merely pulled his chair back before sitting in it, which allowed me to get a very clear view of the TV. Gus hit play, and I watched.
There it was, Midwestern Pro Wrestling. The hottest new promotion in the Midwest, a place that I had my eye on. Then, there he was, my nemesis; Alec Kirkland. As the tape continued, I noticed that three men were taking liberties with Alec when he refused to back down from their challenge. Alec was nothing, if not stubborn.
At first, I felt like this was the same old Alec, and that he was being reckless and likely barked up the wrong tree and was paying for it. But as the montage continued, I realized that this wasn't just some ordinary receipt - this attack appeared to be personal. This attack appeared to be a message.
While I watched, I was rationalizing that while Alec and I haven't ever seen eye to eye, at least our confrontations were fought head on, face to face. Neither of us wanted to blindside the other, and the respect for where we came from always seemed to creep into our psyches when we did battle. The attack I was watching was remorseless, as these three man seemed intent on injuring Alec to the point where he might not be able to continue wrestling. The more I watched, the more disrespected I felt and the more empathy which fell over me.
Gus stopped the tape, and started to size me up.
Gus: "Alec needs you. He needs your help."
Through gritted teeth, and a hint of stubbornness I wanted to be defiant and list all of the reasons why I shouldn't entertain getting involved in Alec's situation. I wanted to run down the laundry list of incidents which almost cost me my livelihood in the industry that I grew up worshipping. But, I knew that this wasn't the time for any of that.
I wondered if Gus was testing me, expecting me to give an emotionally driven response that wasn't well thought out. Instead, I understood why he brought me there, and I now understood what I needed to do.
KM: "You're right Gus, he does."
Gus didn't flinch.
Gus: "I can have you on a plane in the morning."
I stood up, suddenly more motivated than I had been in months.
Gus: "When you arrive, speak to Parker Smith about your contract, as he's handling that side of the business. I told him that you were ready to sign."
Before I acknowledged Gus' words, I could feel all of the anger and anxiety that I had been holding onto slowly being released from my aura. I took a deep breath, and responded the only way I knew how.
KM: "Thank you."
I needed to lead by example, and I needed to remind the wrestling world of how things are done in the Maritimes. The blatant blindside attack went beyond the sport of wrestling, and the intent to injure was almost criminal. That sounded like reason enough to lace my boots once again and finally devote my career to the partnership that Gus had envisioned for us.
--- Today EWF Underground Jersey City, NJ
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[An Empire Wrestling Federation banner hands above.]
[Kenneth Marshall.]
"These opportunities don't come along very often."
[His tone is matter of fact.]
"So when they do, you need to be prepared."
[Kenneth rubs his hands together with purpose.]
"30 Men will vie for the right to become the number one contender to the EWF World Championship. Everything about this scenario is unpredictable, as the odds are almost certainly going to keep you at a disadvantage. The draw is random, and I have absolutely no control over when my name will be called, and who will be in the ring when I get there."
[Pause.]
"That suits me just fine."
[His eyes narrow.]
"I've lived in a world filled with chaos for the past two years, so what's one more night?"
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"I hear the whispers, I hear the narrative about 'Technical Authority' and how we're on the verge of imploding at any moment. On the surface, it might appear that the man that I consider my closest ally is also the man that I've had the most problems with in my career. But in a match where it's every man for themselves, I like my chances."
[With conviction.]
"I've been on the cusp of a World Championship once in the past, and it slipped through my fingers. I've had to live with all of the 'What if's" ever since. Becoming a World Championship will change everything about who you are and where you're headed. Careers are defined on the amount of World Championships are attached to one's resume, and I can only say that I'm still hunting down my first."
"As my opponents continue to spew off the names on the roster while sharing their plans of domination..."
[His voice trails off.]
"I'll bide my time and stay humble."
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"There are 29 other men standing between me and the finish line."
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"Between me and my goal to become the next EWF World Champion."
[Bold.]
"On September 12th, the hierarchy within the EWF is going to topple. By the end of the evening an upstart from Eastern Canada will have come from obscurity to the forefront of this fledging promotion."
[Calm.]
"Walk with me."
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Post by lajohnnystylez on Sept 9, 2020 5:58:23 GMT -5
EmPiRE WRe$TLiNG FeDeRaTioN....I would start off by telling you all my name but at this point ?WHAT'Z THE F'N POINT? YOU CLEARLY ALREADY KNOW MY F'N NaME!!!!! ...That didn't take too long did it? I think Bingo Hall BoB....Ohh I'm sorry wait what's that phuckin curtian jerkers phucking name again...Uhhh is it uhhh?DEADMAN DONALD, DEATBEAT DARRYL?? DEATHMATCH DEVIN?....GIMME A F'N BREAK YA F'N TOOL BOX!!!! Let's get something straight right here and right now before we go any further. Because in just a few minutes I am going to once again demonstrate why this little Ho$TiLE TaKE OVeR was as affective as it was at this past weeks show. But I was listening to some of my opponents promos that are in the IMPERIAL INSANITY BATTLE ROYAL in just a few short days and practically all of them had more than enough to say about me. That's ok fellas keep running your phucking cocksuckerz, because just like we did in the fricken !!!!!WaRM UP BaTTLe RoYaL!!!!! ...THE F'N O.U.T.L.A.W.Z. ARE FiNNa STeaL THE SHOW & THE WIN AGAIN!!!!
And the only thing any of you are going to be able to do about any of it, is what you have done so far...Which is of course the only thing any of you are atually any good at which is!!!!!!C.R.Y.I.N.G.!!!!!!!! I'M LOOKIN AT YOU AND YOUR STUPID MAN SCARF CHARLES!!! But just do me a favor shitheads, and spare me and everyone else all the bullshit responses to the things I say, because clearly none of you individually or phucking combined hold a candle, a blow torch, or even an eternal flame compared to me. Because on this mic I erase the stupid shit that comes spewing out of your mouth like Taco Bell oozes out of someone's asshole after a late night at the bar! Using just a mic and my words I erase the lies you tell these people on a weekly basis about how you are "The CLassiest person in pro wrestling" or how you are some hardcore "king of the death match." The only thing I have to say about any of that is...HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA...Wait HOLD UP....YALL WERE BEIN SERIOUS...L.O.L.!!!!
First of all...CHarles how are you going to sit there and call me an IDIOT when you ya PHUCKIN DOUCHE CANOE sit there and blame the refs for your growing list of losses. ?ReaLLy BRUH? IF THAT AINT THE MOST TIRED PLAYED OUT F'N EXCUSE!!!! SO it's the refs fault you keep loosing? That's what you want everyone to believe? Mother phucker OK maybe the first loss you can use that one and get away with it. But when they start piling up like yours have sooner or later asshat you gotta call a spade a phuckin spade or the phucking PHUCK SOCK wearing a SCARF what he is which is a!!!!!!F'N L.O.S.E.R.!!!!!!! SO LiKe I DuNNO...MAYBe FIND A ROLE MODEL, OR A HOBBY...OR BOTH??? Cause the truth is MORON you gettin your ass kicked every week, but you riding around in cars you probably rented or stole from your Dad's garage, and wearing douchey scarfs so you can run around and act all trendy while talking shit to people like me who show the phuck up take care of business proves one thing and one thing only...And it's like I done told ya on TWITTER. It proves you aint nothin but a phucking DIP SHIT WHO HAS ABOUT AS MUCH CLASS AS A GOT DAMN!!!!!S.E.N.I.O.R. S.K.I.P. D.A.Y.!!!!! ...OK SO MAYBE IT PROVEZ 2 THINGS...WHATEV!!!! But ya know what I think I've wasted enough breathe and time talking about your SIMPLE ASS! SO do yourself a favor phuckstick and from now on stick to things that are more on your level like talking shit to refs who can't talk shit back to you...PHUCKIN CHUMP!!! Now that we got that out of the way let's switch gears to someone believe it or not is just as big of a !!!!!F'N M.O.R.O.N.!!!!! AS TRIPLE C, WHICH IS AN ACCOMPLISHMENT BELIEVE ME!!!! SO BINGOHALL BETTY, let's chat huh? I was a little confused by your promo bro...For as long and drawn out as it was I couldn't tell if you were talking shit or JERKING PEOPLE OFF? Now I know you got really excited before me and my KREW showed up, because for the first time in a long time it looked liked people were going to actually for once maybe take you seriously! People were going to actually speak your name with a little revrence and perhaps even a lil respect. Well sorry to burst your BUBBLE !!!!!!BiNGO HALL!!!!!! BUT I'M HERE TO MAKE SURE THAT SHIT DON'T HAPPEN!!!! Because I'll tell you this right now shithead...If you are fortunate enough to be in the ring by the time I strut down there at #30, ya know the SPOT I EARNED by showing up in my first night in the company, dominated over half of the roster and walked out with an honor that most wrestling fans think should have went to one of you phuck mooks that has been here the entire time BUSTIN ASS. But that aint what happened is it DEATHMATCH?....You know why it didn't happen? It's actually real simple and it aint even a phuckin secret or nothin...It happened for the same phuckin reason I am fixing to do it all again at IMPERIAL INSANITY...It happened DEVIN because I'm just!!!!F'N BETTERTHANu!!!!! ....AND THAT PHUCK SOCK RUNNIN AROUND PRETENDING TO BE THE CHAMP!!! You can say I am what he was fifteen years ago, and to you ASSHAT I say HA...That phucking PUSSY wishes he was me when I was six! He already phucking knows his phucking days as CHAMPION are numbered. ANd if you don't believe me go look at that phuck rag's TWITTER ACCOUNT! He started trying to run his mouth to me but I came back on him...And after two tweets of going back and fourth all of a sudden on Joh Cavanaugh's TWITTER ACCOUNT GOT!!!!!REAL F'N QUIET!!!!!! YA KNOW LIKE EVERYTIME YOU MAKE YOUR RING ENTRANCE Point is Devin, I get it bruh I really do. My pressence and the pressence of my fellow OUTLAWZ makes you feel threatened, and it phucking should because we are fixing to start a brand new era of pro wrestling here in the EWF. A brand new era that your place in it isn't what it was twenty minutes before we arrived! It's actually going to be what it's like in any other promotion that has real talent in it...WHich means it's going back to being used as a phuckin door mat again hombre. SO quit runnin your mouth and go backstage and practice holding up the curtain for me and my friends! Because you step in the ring with me asshole, and I don't give a flying phuck if it's a deathmatch, an I QUIT MATCH, a DEATHMATCH DEVIN'S MOM ON A POLE MATCH....Hell we can even have that one at whatever STRIP CLUB she worked at on the night you were concieved if it means that much to you. But the unfortunate fact of the matter is PHUCKBOY...You step in the ring with me and I'll send you tumbling and fumbling back down to the bottom so quick you'll be pissed your little fifteen minutes of fame only lasted!!!!!F.I.V.E.!!!!!! ...YOU CAN COUNT THAT HIGH RIGHT??? Because the truth is MORON it doesn't matter if it's you...Triple C, or any of the other 29 curtian jerking ASSHATS that are going to be trying to win this thing before I get in that ring. But the moment my music hits all of your hopes, dreams, aspirations, and goals are going to get!!!!!!RiPPED 2 F'N SHREDZ!!!!! LiVe ON MOTHER PHUCKIN P-P-V!!!! And then the new era that I was just speaking about will offically begin! And the OUTLAWZ came here to do what OUTLAWZ from any point and period in HUMAN history are known for doing. TAKING WHATEVER THE PHUCK WE WANT and DROPPIN ANYONE WHO TRIES TO PHUCKIN STOP US! SO again Devin you and your buddies have every right to be afraid! Because your world and environment are most definitely about to change forever! Because once we take the top spots in this company the only way you are ever going to get it back is if we leave or DIE! And since you aren't powerful or strong enough to bring about any of those things...If I were you I'd keep my COCKSUCKER CLOSED...But ya know what...If I were you I'd probably find some!!!!!F'N TRAFFIC TO PLAY IN!!!! ONCOMING IF YOU ARE LOOKIN FOR SPECIFIX!!! There, I don't know about you guys...But now that everyone has been put in their proper place I feel much better about all of this...Don't you?...OF COURSE YA DO! What am I even talking about? Let's get to it shall we? Get to what you may ask? Well a few moments ago I said I was going to do something to prove to everyone of you that WE (THE OUTLAWZ) are now the only people in this company aside from BoSS MaN DeNNiS SLATER who had the good keen business sense to hire us in the first place, that phuckin matter! Aside from the demonstration I gave you last week when I ripped away the #30 spot like I was the fat kid that stole most of yalls lunch money mere moments before he shoved you in your locker every phuckin day! Because I unlike most of you...the present EWF World CHAMPION included am the real phuckin deal. What most of you DICKHEADS with MOMMY issues come out here every week and pretend to be...Wasting everyone's time and hard earned money foring them to listen to fabricated versions of what you considered the truth and would maybe seem true had I never happened upon the EWF, but fact is I'm here..and the BULLSHIT GOTZ TA STOP! And the only way it is going to stop is if someone...!!!!!SPOILER ALERT!!!!! (THAT'S ME) Does SOMETHING ABOUT IT! ANd that is what the phuck I'm finna do right now! SO please, join me won't you?Suddenly we find ourselves outside of the arena where the IMPERIAL INSANITY BATTLE ROYAL IS SET TO GO LIVE LATER IN THE DAY. We are around back where the loading dock are and we see a large 18 Wheeler truck pulled up to one of the loading docks and the door is open. We see brand new EWF Superstar and tag team partner of LA Johnny Stylez the other half of DoMe$TiK Di$TuRBaNCE, Hunter Valentyne carrying a large box. He literally heaves it into the back of the truck as The DoN oF Di$Re$PeCT walks into view of the camera. He is puffing away on a joint. He walks up and blows a huge cloud of smoke in the air as he turns and offers it to Hunter who waves him off because everyone who knows Hunter knows he handles WeeD about as well as much as Bill COosby prefers consensual sexual relations. Hunter then pulls the gate door down as Johnny closes the back of the truck. Johnny turns around looks at Hunter and flashes an arrogant smirk as he says...LA Johnny Stylez: I'm DRiViN!!!Hunter Valentyne: Johnny what the fuck...You wanna get there alive don't ya? I mean yes we are going somewhere where the posibility of even this trukc being driveable ever again is a fucking long shot at best...But...everyone and their mama knows you are without doubt the worst got damn driver on the planet!LA Johnny Stylez: Ohh come on Hunter...there's no way I can be THE WORST!Hunter Valentyne:...Johnny, you do remember I used to live with you right?LA Johnny Stylez: Ya know what you and your phuckin negatvity are sobering me up! Now shut the phuck up and get in the front seat because I already snagged the keys when I was telling the EWF roster about themselves!Hunter Valentyne: Ohh I thought you said you had to go take a piss, and that's why I loaded this truck up by my fucking self!!!LA Johnny Stylez: Uhhhh....OOPS?Hunter Valentyne: Really funny wise ass, and if you think for two seconds I won't get you back for this at some point, you are fucking kidding yourself!LA Johnny Stylez: Yeah yeah...Come on Hunter we gotta go...This EWF MERCH isn't gunna steal and torch itself now is it?Hunter Valentyne: No it sure as fuck isn't!!!LA Johnny Stylez: OK well then unless you'd rather kick it here and have to explain to everyone Boss Man included and then all likelihood the police after that what happened to everything, then I suggest you hop in the front seat on..ANd you can even wear your seatbelt if it makes you feel better...Phuck we can even cut my seatbelt and tie you to the chair if it'll stop your bitching!Hunter Valentyne: Keep up with all these jokes wise ass...And when your ass cheex wind up super glued to th toilet seat like we did to Molly Mayhem then just know you deserved every bit of it right here!LA Johnny Stylez: First of all we did that shit to Chris Shields and Al Envy...Hunter Valentyne: Whatever...Let's just get the fuck outta here!LA Johnny Stylez: FInally something we agree on!Johnny and Hunter then walk to the front of the truck and get in. Johnny puts the truck in driver....Or at least he thought he did when suddenly the back of the truck rammed into the loading dock door ramming the fuck out of it we hear Johnny roll the window down stick his head out of the window and then the camers switches back inside the truck where Johnny pus his sunglasses on looks at Hunter and mouths the word "OOOPS...MY B" Johnny then puts the truck in drive for real this time and then they pull from the back of the arena. They make it to the main road. Johnny turns the left blinker on and then turns right....We hear Hunter laughing and he says....ASSHOLE...As the two laugh and then pull off into the morning as the sun is starting to come up. 4 HoUR$ aND 19 MiNuTeZ LaTeR...
Johnny and Hunter are way the phuck outside of the city. THey are definitley out in the country somewhere. We see Hunter has a map and he points to a turn Johnny blatantly missed. Hunter shoves Johnny who was sitting there with his mouth wide open. THe moment Hunter shoves him Johnny shakes suddenly like he woke up. He then stretches and then looks over and Hunter and says...LA Johnny Stylez: DooD! I just had the most FAR OUT FREAKIN DREAM!!!Hunter Valentyne: Johnny, what the fuckin fuck man....You do know you're DRIVING RIGHT??LA Johnny Stylez: Really? FAR OUT MAN!Hunter Valentyne: ANd you missed the turn like five miles ago!LA Johnny Stylez: NAH PHUCK THAT...HOLD ON!!!Without slowing down Johnny cuts the truck hard left as he goes crashing through some rusty barbwire fence. He then keeps turning until he is headed back in the other direction. He gets to the dirt road he was supposed to turn at and puts the right blinkr on and turns left. We hear Hunter scream ASSHOLE once again as we fade away
4 MiNuTeZ and 19 SeCONDZ LaTeR
Johnny pulls up at a clearing a ways down the ole dirt road where they are not visible to the road. Johnny hops out and there waiting for him are his other partners in crime The Enforer and Vin Halsted. Johnny and Hunter hop out and they all fist bump as Johnny walks around and pops the lock on the back of the truck and The ENforer walks up and hands LA Johnny Stylez one of two gasoline cans in his hand. THe OUTLAWZ all then hop into the back of the truck and douse everything in sight in gasoline. After all of their cans are empty they all hop out of the truck. Johnny removes a joint he had behind his ear and pulls out a strike anywhere match. He then goes to strike it but stops and looks into the camera he then smiles and sticks the match behind his other ear as he looks into the camera and begins to speak.LA Johnny Stylez: Listen I know some of you EWF'ers aint exactly the sharpest knives in the drawer so lemme connect the dots for ya. Eariler when I started this lil promo I made a promise! And when THe DoN oF Di$Re$PeCT makes you a promise he always phuckin keeps it because I may be a lot of things, but a liar aint really one of em! ANd that promise was to do something to demonstrate how moving forward the OUTLAWZ were going to start a new era of greatness here in THe EMPIRE WRESTLING FEDERATION. But in order to do that we are gunna have to weed some of yous unworthy asshats out! BEcause since we are here most of you don't phuckin matter no more! SO here is what the phuck we did. We broke into the arena the night before the IMPERIAL INSANITY event and we stole every stitch of offical EWF merchandise that wasn't OUTLAW related and we threw it in the back of this here fucking truck....And then we did this....Johnny removes the match and the joint from behind his ear. He puts the joint on his mouth and strikes the match off the back of the truck....He puffs away on his joint until it's good and lit. Hunter, Enforcer and Vin all head for the the truck parked off in the distance. Johnny takes a hit off of his joint and then exhales the smoke through his nostrils as he then tosses the match into the back of the 18 wheeler containing all the EWF merhandise that was to be sold at the PPV event this weekend. Johnny then stands there for a moment as the entire truck suddenly is engulfed in flames. Johnny the runs over and opens the back door of THe Enforcer's brand new black Ford AVALANCHE. Johnny then stands up by the door as he takes one last look at the camera and then looks deep into the camera as he flicks his joint away. WInks at the camera smiles and says...
LA Johnny Stylez: This is The PaRaGoNa oF AMeRiKaNa and THe REST OF THE OUTLAWZ...Telling you the EWF roster especially you inferior nut danglers who are going to try and win the INSANITY RUMBLE tonight...to keep phuckin dreamin...But whenever you get your heads out of your asses and join the rest of us in reality....Perhaps you can wake up and smell the phuckin thorns...And while you phuck socks are at it...DO your boy a favor and!!!!!SoaK!!!!!! !!!!!SoMe!!!!!! !!!!!!UP!!!!!!! GUESS WELL SEE YALL TONIGHT!!! ANd with that Johnny takes his seat in the back seat slams the door...And we can hear Hunter and VIn telling Enforcer GO, GO GO GO GO....ENforcer then slams his foot in the pedal as they cut to donuts as they then screech out of sight as we see the entire truck go up in flames and as soon as they hit the concrete pavement we hear a loud explosion that they are definitely able to see from the road. A few moments later as the truck is driving down the road we see local law enforcement vehilcles drive right past them. THe OUTLAWZ all get a good chuckle out of that as they leave you with the notion that even though it is impossible for you to be as cool as we are...At least you are able to watch us do it...And don't worry we aint goin anywhere so there is finna be lots lots more...So as we sign off you are once again struck with the same notion you are always struck with....And that my friends is that as always... It's Been YOUR PLea$uRE!!!!
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Post by Royal on Sept 9, 2020 17:43:46 GMT -5
The scene opens in a well lit gymnasium. On the walls are massive photos of Anthony Royal in various wrestling matches throughout his career. In the center of the gym is a wrestling ring. In the center of the ring is none other than Anthony Royal and four other unknown men in each corner. Royal is wearing a gray tank top and black shorts, as well as protective head gear. Somewhere off-camera ,we hear the familiar voice of Royal's butler, Cordell.
Cordell: GO! With that, the four men charge at Royal, one man gets there first and Royal sidesteps him, using the man's own momentum to toss him over the top rope and out of the ring. The other three surround Royal and get the better of him momentarily, but Royal strikes one with a right hand and another with an elbow. He then ducks the third's right hand and clotheslines him over the top rope. He charges to the opposite ropes and clotheslines another over, but when he turns around the remaining man pops him in the face with a right hand. Royal touches his lips and sees blood. His eyes explode with rage. Royal: You idiot! Royal drills the man between the legs with a brutal low blow. The man is coughing and sputtering for air when Royal grabs him by the head and tosses him violently over the top rope. Royal then exits the ring, sits on the apron, takes off his protective head gear and tosses it down in frustration. Royal: Cordell! Water! Cordell hurries over and hands Royal a water bottle. Royal takes a large swig, then tosses that down in frustration as well. Royal: That idiot busted my lip! Doesn't he know what sparring is? Where did you find such ruffians? Cordell: Craigslist. Royal's eyes nearly bulge out it his skull! Royal: Craigslist! Do you know how dangerous that is Cordell!? You were probably in the men seeking men section too. We're lucky four sexual deviants didn't show up to have their way with me. Get them the hell out of here, Cordell. And you join them, anywhere but here. Royal shakes his head in disgust as Cordell gathers the men who Royal just disposed of in his sparring session. He leads them away as we hear him say something about payment. Royal picks up the water bottle he previously tossed and takes another swig before looking into the camera and speaking. Royal: Destiny. A predetermined course of events often held to be an irresistible power or agency. In the wrestling businesses, the word destiny is thrown around quite frequently. It is my destiny to achieve this. It is my destiny to achieve that. But I believe destiny is real. And at Imperial Insanity, my destiny will be fulfilled. Royal flashes the camera a confident smirk. Royal: I've already talked to death about destiny part one, aka becoming the first ever Old Glory Champion. But, I've neglected to mention part two of my destiny, perhaps the biggest part. The Imperial Insanity Battle Royal. Thirty men, one grand prize, a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. There can only be one winner. And I will be that one. Why? Because it's my destiny. Royal laughs. Royal: Now, typically with a match such as this, this would be the part where I say..oh wait, hold on, I need to use my tough guy voice for this part. Royal clears his throat. He then begins to speak with a voice that is gruff, exaggeratedly deep, and, perhaps unintentionally, a bit southern. Royal: I'm gonna throw 29 pieces of trash right out of the ring and become number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship! Royal laughs. Royal: But I don't need to do that. I don't need to throw 29 pieces of trash out of the ring. Hell, I don't even need to throw one piece of trash out of the ring. Really, the only thing I need to do is be the last man standing. Whether I personally eliminate anybody doesn't matter. All I need to do is be that final man and I'm going to do it. You know why? Royal pauses as if waiting for an answer. Royal: You got it! Destiny! Royal lets out another laugh. Royal: Now, I could run down the other 29 men in this match and lay out why exactly it is that I'm better than them, why exactly it is that I will be winning this match, and not any of them. But I'm not going to do that. I don't have the time and to be quite frank, I have better things to do. There's obviously a lot of hard hitters in this match. Deathmatch Devin, Adrian King, Dank Sinatra, and who could forget those dastardly Outlawz. But I promise you, I will outlast every single one of them. Imperial Insanity is going to be the biggest night of my entire existence. First, I'm going to take Vin Halstead and humble him, en route to taking my rightful place as the face of America. That's how my night starts. And it ends with me, confetti raining down on me, the newly coronated number one contender. And there is not a damn person that is going to stop me. Royal hops down off the ring apron. He wipes a fresh trickle of blood off his lip and smirks. Royal: Now get the hell out of here. I've got things to do. With that, Royal walks away. The camera lingers on him a bit longer before the scene fades to black.
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Post by Lucifer's Legion on Sept 10, 2020 15:48:59 GMT -5
Darkness, nothing else. There is no light, no silhouette, nothing can be seen, however, a voice is heard from the disturbing dark void.
And so the night we have all been waiting for is finally ready to be. The night in which Lucifer’s Legion is at full strength and prepared to dominate the landscape of the Empire Wrestling Federation. The EWF World Tag Team Champions, my Creature and my Monster, are prepared to walk in to battle to face off against American Muscle and successfully defend our championship gold. The college educated steroid users will meet their demise, center stage, in front of the entire world of the living at Imperial Insanity. As if the destruction of the first champions, The Destruction, wasn't enough my Creature and my Monster must now destroy yet another pair offered up by the world of professional wrestling. After months of keeping the world of the living in suspense The Mistress has finally been summoned to destroy the entire female roster of the Empire Wrestling Federation. She may as well begin her quest for the Women’s Championship with the utter demolition of Shannon Riley, Allie Garcia, The Hot Chick, Hardcore Heather and Juanita. The women of this promotion have already been haunted and made to be seen as the pathetic fragile things that they are. Make no mistake about it, The Mistress, will show these five what the words pain and punishment truly mean. And, The Master? The Master is prepared to be the dominating force within the Imperial Insanity Battle Royal. With my control over Animabus Damnatis it should be a foreseen conclusion that The Master will be the man to challenge the EWF World Champion. Once twenty-nine others others realize their own failures then and only then will the light rise over the Empire Wrestling Federation, and that light will be the blood red light of The Master and Lucifer’s Legion claiming their rightful place on top of the EWF’s totem pole. The World Tag Team Championship was the first piece of our puzzle, the Women's Champion and World Championship are coming next. Let the era of darkness begin to hover over the Empire Wrestling Federation.
The voice stops and the darkness becomes engulfed in flames.
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Post by icon722 on Sept 11, 2020 4:04:29 GMT -5
E EWF – Vin Halsted – For the Glory
::As Halsted walks back to the visitor’s parking lot of the Battlefield of Gettysburg, he stops for a moment and turns back the Pennsylvania monument. It’s the tallest and most prominent of all of the monuments on the battlefield. He climbs the stairwell to oversee the old field of battle and stands next to the statue of Abraham Lincoln. He smirks and leans over the railing to oversee the slightly cloudy sky of the beautiful September sky. He takes a deep breath of the hot, muggy, and humid air while smiling. He is still wearing his vintage, black Ozzy Osbourne “No More Tears” t-shirt, a pair of deep indigo David Bitton Driven X Buffalo Jeans with a black Saint Laurent Monogram belt, Ray-Ban Wayfarer (RB2140), and a pair of size thirteen black Dr. Martin 1460 Pascal Boots.::
Halsted: I think I’ve wasted enough time and breathes on the soon-to-be dim light, the Royal Gnat that I almost forgot that I’m in the Imperial Insanity Battle Royal for the EWF World Heavyweight Championship’s number one contendership… well, shame on me!
::Halsted lowers his head, looks up with a smirk while shaking his head.::
Halsted: I suppose I should point out and explain my recent actions in assisting Johnny with his little felony of petty theft and destruction of property. Honestly, though, I think the message was quite clear. This was planned from the beginning of our arrivals here in EWF and no one saw it coming. We are all primed to take championships and the stroke here in EWF. We came here to dominate and take over and there’s nothing any of these pathetic curtain-jerkin’ losers can do about it. All of these tired-ass, mid-card bitches want to run down the roster and talk about who they like and don’t like, then make claims of their future dominance in the chaos of a battle royals. Save your breaths and stop trying to create impossible goals for yourselves. You will all suffer the same fate at the hands of the Outlawz. We are a united front and we will not be deterred by the likes of a Spanish boy-toy, a never-was, two silver spooned children, Rocksteady, Bebop, Shredder, or any other pipe-dream wanna-be in EWF.
::Halsted stretches his right arm out over the railing and points over to the battlefield.::
Halsted: You are all going to witness an epic battle at Imperial Insanity but Enforcer, Johnny, Hunter, and I have set the chessboard while completely out-flanking all of you talentless pieces of shit. The other twenty-six of you are still stuck on checkers and are just a big fuckin’ joke. When Johnny’s smoke clears, none of you will be left standing, then it will be academic as to which one of us decides to grant the other the number one contendership. It will be a crushing blow to the entire EWF roster when they watch how the chips fall in this chaotic scheme of war. We won’t see opponents in the ring, just targets of bodies that need to be tossed out like the trash they are. ::Halsted smirks and starts motioning how each person will get thrown out of the Battle Royal.:: Halsted: One by one… you will all crash and burn at our hands. You will not outlast us, you will not deter us, and you sure as shit won’t take any of us down. I will already make sure one of you won’t even make it to the battle royal because I’m gonna crush the gnat in our Old Glory title match. I do hope that Mr. Slater has another curtain-jerker ready to fill in for that little unflushable shit nugget. Although, I would recommend a replacement for Charlito too, because he has his head so far up his girl’s vagina that I don’t think he can find his way out of that gigantic gash. On the other hand, Crash Holly can’t seem to figure out when to hang it up as he continuously proves to the EWF Universe that he is a detriment to himself. We will make short work of these two jokers, because they are the two dogs that need to be put out of their misery like Old Yeller. The Classless One and The Royal Gnat have been spewing way too much rhetoric and too many clichés about how great they are because Mommy and Daddy paid their way this far. They are completely clueless as to what it takes to earn anything in life. No one cares and it will be an absolute miracle if the gnat can even hobble himself down to the ring after I completely obliterate him in the EWF Old Glory Championship Finals. The B-B Gun kid who has been living in his father’s shadow will taste another crushing defeat, along with the hood rat, the kid from the Northern abyss, and the big dummy. All of these guys have already proven how unworthy they are to even share the ring with The Outlawz. The rest of the landscape is our new playground and they have all been tried and convicted. The best part is that I get to send twenty-six souls to The Ferrymen all in one night!! That will clear a big chunk of my debt to him and I can’t fuckin’ wait!!
::Halsted smirks in satisfaction.::
Halsted: Controlled chaos is exactly what The Outlawz have brought to EWF and what a perfect way to display that than in a raucous battle royal for supremacy. Oh, we have such sights to show you, EWF!! The righteous side of Hell has arrived and none of you are ready for the number of Halsted Hangovers that will be handed out, so take a number and get ready to feel the despair of defeat on your way to the River Styx. Imperial Insanity will be our Genesis and no one can stop us from here on out!!
::Halsted snaps his right thumb against his right middle finger as cannon fire erupts on the quiet battle field. Tourists begin running in fear due to the sudden burst of chaos. Halsted laughs and calls out.::
Halsted: LIGHT IT UP, JOHNNY!!
::Halsted smirks and turns down the stairwell to walk onto the battlefield in front of the Pennsylvania monument. People continue to run and scatter as the cannons fire more shots. The clouds of gunsmoke start to slowly creep over the open field. Halsted stands in the middle and soaks it all in.:: Halsted: You see, EWF Universe, we stand in the middle of chaos and poised to take what we want when we want.
::Halsted waits for his compatriots to join him as Enforcer, Johnny, and Valentyne all trot through the frenzied crowd and into the smoke-filled battlefield.::
Johnny: Yoooo, Vin… I like your style!! Look at this shit!!
Valentyne: Yeah, brother, they have no clue that we were using the cannon props from the reenactments.
Enforcer: Smoke and mirrors, eh, Vin?
::Halsted smirks and nods.::
Halsted: Smoke and mirrors, brother!
::Johnny pulls a rolled joint from his ear.::
Johnny: Hey… didn’t you say there was a fantastic burger joint around here, Vin?
Halsted: Yeah, there’s a burger place here, but that’s a joint.
::Johnny laughs at Halsted’s reference.::
Johnny: Right…. Right…
Halsted: Yeah, the Blue and Grey Pub has these incredible burgers that are all named after the generals who fought here in Gettysburg.
Enforcer: How novel!
Halsted: Don’t knock it until you try it, brother!
Valentyne: Is it a tasty burger?
Halsted: Of course it is, Jules!!
Valentyne: Wait… Jules? Oh… nice Pulp Fiction reference!! I always pop for Tarantino!!
Halsted: Who doesn’t?? Maybe we should get going, because I think the Pennsylvania State Troopers are on their way after the little stunt we just pulled.
Johnny: Nah… it’s all in fun!!
Enforcer: Sure was but we better keep our wits together while we control the chaos in EWF. We all have our assignments at Imperial Insanity.
Halsted: So, what are gonna do tonight, Pinky?
Enforcer: Try to take over EWF… and succeed!!
Johnny: I love it when a plan comes altogether!!
::The group known as The Outlawz walk off the battleground as Johnny throws a live grenade behind them. BOOM!!::
Halsted: What the Hell, Johnny?!?!? We said no live ammunition!!
Johnny: Damn, brother… I thought it was a dud!!
Halsted: Nope, doesn’t look like it, but there will be twenty-six of them at Imperial Insanity and we’ll toss them around much like that grenade!
Valentyne: No doubt, brother!!
Halsted: hey, are any of you good at roshambo?
Johnny: Rosham-who???
Enforcer: Rock, scissors, paper, Johnny.
Johnny: Ohh… umm… I dunno. Why?
Valentyne: Yeah, why, Vin?
Halsted: Maybe that’s how we’ll decide which one of us goes on to take the number one contendership when we are the final four in the Battle Royal.
Johnny: I love it!! What better way to piss off the EWF Universe than to do that!!
Enforcer: I always preferred the Finger Poke of Doom!
Halsted: Of course you do!!
Valentyne: I mean… the Finger Poke of Doom was epic!!
Halsted: Whatever the case may be… one of us will go on to take either Lou or Cavanaugh down. Personally, I collect world titles so it’s always nice to add another one to the Hall of Halsted, but I guess we will just play that by ear.
Enforcer: We’re all here to dominate, Vin… just stick to the plan and every one of us will be happy with what I put in place for us! EWF belongs to us, now.
Halsted: Agreed, brother! These animated cartoon characters will all be erased and wiped away.
Johnny: Time to step into the new era!!!
Valentyne: Welcome to the Era of the Outlawz, boys and girls!!
Johnny: Alright… let’s eat!! I’m starving!!
::The four men jump into The Enforcer’s 2021 black Ford Avalanche and speed off toward the town center of Gettysburg as Pennsylvania State Troopers fly by them towards the now quiet battlefield. The crew walk into the Blue and Grey Pub. It’s packed as usual so they put their number in and wait for a table. Johnny’s stomach is growling uncontrollably and he yelps. Valentyne chuckles a bit and Enforcer rolls his eyes. Halsted smirks.::
Halsted: Stay hungry, brother… we will dine at Imperial Insanity!!
Johnny: Bro… I gotta dine, now!!
::The four men laugh as the scene fades to black. END SCENE.::
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Post by technicalauthority on Sept 11, 2020 13:42:42 GMT -5
June 2019 Bloomington, IN --
Nobody knew I was coming. I hadn't even shared it with Alec, as we weren't even on speaking terms. I figured it was best to allow my actions to do the talking for me. So when the time was right, and Alec's back was against the wall for a third straight week, I sprung into action. As I suspected, Alec refused to back down from his tormentors, and they enjoyed their sick game of cat and mouse. As Alec continued to stand defiantly against the numbers, I hopped the guardrail and went to work.
I could see the look of shock in his eyes.
After all he had done to sabotage me over the months prior, here I was to save his skin. As we stood shoulder to shoulder and started firing up against these thugs, our chemistry was undeniable. I could read his movements, as he could mine. All of those years in combat, we had studied the little nuances which in turn allowed our tandem offence to flow smoothly. It was at that moment that I finally saw when Gus had been trying to get me to see.
It all clicked. At least for me. As for Alec, I was fixing to find out.
After the media scrum, I went out of my way to search him out. I didn't know if I was going to be met with anger and disdain, or relief and respect. I was hoping for the latter, because in seeing Alec's struggles, I knew that I had been entirely too hard on him when he was coming up. I realize in that moment that I had been resistant to giving him his proper due, out of my own bias for how he walked through the doors on his first night. This wasn't the same kid that I once knew, this was a young man who was worthy of my attention and praise.
When we had a moment, I approached him with a humble tone in my voice. To my delight, the same followed from him.
"Let's walk together from now on." he said.
"I couldn't agree more." I replied.
That was it. From that day forward a year and a half ago, we made a pact to stay strong and united. We ended up capturing the Midwestern Pro Tag Team Championships, and had a lengthy reign which lasted until my knee injury in December. While I might've had thoughts of venturing back on my own to chase down my first World Championship, I was just as content pushing our tag team as far as we could.
-- EWF Underground Thursday, September 10th
We watch as one of the reporters who covers all of the action with the Empire Wrestling Federation in about to begin a sit down interview with Kenneth Marshall.
Reporter: “We’re days away from the Imperial Insanity Battle Royal- and I’m here catching up with one of the participants; Kenneth Marshall.”
Kenneth nods his head towards the reporter. Marshall doesn’t appear to be overly excited about this upcoming Q&A. His arms are folded, and his body language indicates he's expecting questions that could lead to drama.
Reporter: “Tell us about your strategy as you head into the battle royal in two days’ time."
Kenneth doesn’t seem thrilled with this line of questioning - and how could he be? Was he just supposed to sit there and open up about what he planned to do against his opponents? That doesn’t sounds like a strategy…that sounds like suicide. He looked over at Whitney, doing his very best to view her as a credible source and without sounding overly condescending, he responded.
Kenneth: “I know you want to publish something on me for this event, so I can appreciate what you’re trying to do here. However, I don’t plan on opening up to you about any of my intentions and I would be doing myself a disservice to dignify your question with a legitimate response.”
[…]
Kenneth: “I’m not about to give my opponents any true insight into what I plan to do. The amount of edges that can be exploited in a match like this far exceed that of any regular bout. The key is to keep your exploitable edges to an absolute minimum. But if you want to talk about edges - I’ll give you one.
“I do my best work, when I’m on the mat, working over my opponents in slow and methodical way. As I keep pressure on my opponents low to the ground, it’s going to make it exponentially harder for them to hoist me; dead weight from their wrestling boots, to their shoulders. While they’re planning to execute that transition, I’ll be executing my escape.”
“My success in the Battle Royal will be dictated based on the pace that I set… nobody else. The more I can control my situation, while limiting my exposure to danger, the greater my chances are of winning the Battle Royal and becoming the Number One Contender to the EWF World Championship.”
Whitney raises her hand slightly, as if looking to jump in with a follow up question or a comment, but Kenneth waves her off.
Kenneth: “But if you want to print something quotable, I’ll give you this...”
“My shoulders have yet to be pinned to the mat for nearly two years. If I’ve been part of a tag team, or six-man - my side has come out victorious. While this situation is completely different, I believe the positive momentum that I have going for me should continue.
Kenneth’s body language is calm and stoic. The stocky Canadian Grappler rubs his hands together, as his intensity picks up.
“And I’ve enjoyed every minute of it. I don’t have to feel the burden of carrying a promotion on my back every month like I once did in Maritime Pro. In the EWF, I’m able to focus entirely on my craft, and moving up the ladder as each show passes. So, while the fans are fixated on some the flashier options who come with more fanfare…I’ll bide my time.”
[…]
Kenneth: “I’ll keep plugging away…I’ll keep my circle small...I’ll keep making those who support me proud.”
Reporter: "Well noted. Alec Kirkland will also be one of the competitors in this match, do you foresee the two of you working collectively to earn an advantage against your opponents."
It’s here when Kenneth removes the microphone from the lapel of his shirt, and places it on the chair he was sitting in. We look over to see reporter's shock as he's frozen mid-speech. While it hadn’t turned into the interview he had hoped, hewill have to make do with the information Kenneth was willing to share.
All that was on Kenneth’s mind was that this was his biggest opportunity to showcase himself in the EWF. As is tradition when dealing with the Canadian Grappler - the closer we are to bell time, the more the intensity is amplified.
[Fade.]
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Post by Anarquia on Sept 11, 2020 17:30:20 GMT -5
The two masked luchadores known to the American and Mexican wrestling world as Anarquia and Salvaje sit on a flight of stairs, Salvaje on the lower step and Anarquia a few steps above him.
Anarquia: This weekend primo, we have the greatest opportunity of our professional wrestling careers. We have the opportunity to compete to become the number one contender to the EWF World Championship!
Salvaje: El Campeón del Mundo!
Anaquia: That's right primo, we have the opportunity to defeat every man on the roster and one of us going on to challenge Lou Natic or John Cavanagh for the top prize in our promotion, which as far as I'm concerned is the top prize in our entire industry. It is a big honor for Los Despiadados to be included in such a match.
Salvaje: Debemos ser agresivos mi primo.
Anarquia: That is true! In order for one of us to pull what would surely be considered an upset and take home the championship opportunity we must be aggressive. We must go in to this match realizing that other than each other, we have no friends. Other than each other, we must watch out for the twenty-eight other hombres who will want to throw either of us over the top rope in order to lessen the field of competition.
Salvaje: La competencia aquí está a otro nivel.
Anarquia: Seriously! I can remember not long ago it was the first ever EWF Evolution and after defeating Bruce Cross, Lou Natic complained about the lack of competition he saw when he looked around this promotion. I'm not sure if this was Dennis Slater's response or if Lou Natic's words drew these men but the competition level within the Empire Wrestling Federation has reached a fierce point.
Salvaje: Sí, todas las diferentes facciones me recuerdan las guerras de los cárteles.
Anarquia: I understand your concern primo. Lucifer's Legion, The Outlawz, The Celtic Club, Technical Authority and who can forget Dank Sinatra and Deathmatch Devin having their loose confederation with Lou Natic.
Salvaje: El grupo sin nombre.
Anarquia: Undoubtedly all are a force to be reckoned with within the confines of this battle royal. I don't think there is any odds on favorite.
Salvaje: Pero, LA Johnny Stylez?
Anarquia: Yes primo, he has the upper hand entering at number thirty but his big mouth and his position of entry has probably made him one of the number one targets to be attacked in this match. We can rest assure that when it is Johnny's time to enter the battle royal he may be the freshest entrant but, anyone in the ring other than his Outlaw buddies will probably be jumping right on top of him in an attempt to erase whatever advantage he may truly hold.
Salvaje: Eso tiene sentido.
Anarquia: Of course it does primo, we may not be the winningest team in the EWF but we have both been around long enough to know that the men in this promotion are going to fight with every ounce of energy their bodies have in an attempt to be the first ever Imperial Insanity winner.
Salvaje: El ganador de la locura imperial.
Anarquia: Will be one of Los Despiadados.
Fin.
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Post by blazedup on Sept 11, 2020 20:21:50 GMT -5
"Blazed Up" Dank Sinatra is seen with his feet up on a coffee table and his shades on even though he is clearly inside of a house. Dank is slowly shaking his head back and forth in disappointment. It's been a rough stretch for Dank Sinatra after losing the EWF World Television Championship to Adrian King.
Hey, 4:20ers! I’m sorry to let you guys know but the Dank Man isn’t feeling himself right about now. I just don’t know brosefs but after Adrian King hit me with that Kingmaker and got the pin I’ve been a little down in the dumps. Not like my lovely lady doesn’t help me out with that feeling from time to time but still, you know, its kind of tough no longer being the EWF Stoner Champion! But, all of my 4:20ers know that the Dankster is a humble type of dude so I have to give credit where credit is due bros and gals…congratulations to the new EWF World Television Champion, Adrian King. Now I do have to say, 4:20ers, that Adrian King just so happens to be one of the twenty-nine other dudeskis that I’m going to have to face off against at Imperial Insanity in that great big old battle royal that Dennis Slater booked. That should be interesting to say the least, superstars from all over the country and in a few cases a few different corners of the world trying to get their shot at the EWF World Championship.
It was just a little over a month ago when I was crowned the proud Champion of EWF Television and the Dankster figured that he would roll that success over and dominate with five successful defenses to gain myself a shot at the World Championship. Apparently, that wasn’t in the bag as the Dank Man thought it was. I thought my sheer athletic ability, my stoner charm and stunning good looks would get me where I had to be in the end but I guess the Dank Man has to go all about that in a totally different way now. Luckily, I have both of my lovely ladies to help me a long the way. Ain’t that right?
“T.H.C” The Hot Chick walks in to view and sits down next to Dank with a freshly packed bong.
That’s right Dank, and just like you’re going to go out there and show the men what the deal is…I’m going to have to do the same against the women.
Dank flicks his Bic and allows the flame to light the beautiful green and purple flowers that find themselves in the slide piece. Dank milks the pull until the chamber is filled, he removes the slide piece taking in a humungous pull. Dank inhales and holds his breath while THC keeps speaking.
I don’t know about the rest of you ladies but I sure am ready and willing to show the entire wrestling world what the ladies of the Empire Wrestling Federation are really all about. We ain’t a group of prissy divas, we ain’t running around all pretending to be knockouts…although most of us are…and we definitely have a deeper talent roster than some other promotions with more name recognition.
Dank finally exhales and begins to cough his lungs out. The cherry that was once glistening has now transformed from green and purple beauty to some disgusting looking ash.
Its been a tough road training under the Dank Man, he likes to party hard and he trains even harder. It wasn’t easy for me and when we get to Imperial Insanity I’m going to make sure this match isn’t easy for any of you ladies. Heather, our teachers seem to always be on the same page and Allie has my respect from our first encounter but that doesn’t mean I won’t be gunning for you two to give myself a chance to fight for the EWF World Women’s Championship. As for Juanita and Shannon Riley, well, we all know about those two…the one who uses what’s between her legs for power and the one who’s addicted to being the arm candy of a powerful man. You two ladies probably have the most to worry about because as far as I can tell myself, Allie and Heather aren’t your biggest fans and you’ve got the share the ring with each of us on Saturday. And, The Mistress? Fancy name, so are you The Master’s mistress or Lucifer’s mistress? I’m not sure and I haven’t even had any interaction with you but I’m ready to smoke your ass like a fat sack of grass too!
Dank looks to THC and raises his eyebrow and nods his head up and down in agreement.
Smoke your ass like a fat sack of grass? I like it, that should be your new like slogan, er, catch phrase, er, whatever the hell people call that nowadays. Speaking of catch phrases it seems that there is some new group walking around the Empire Wrestling Federation with their chests pumped out like they run the place following some guy who is obviously trying to be an evil version of Dank Sinatra. 4:19, got a minute? Bruuuuh, really? That's some shit I used to write on the school desk back in middle school and you're still saying that shit? It was funny way back when but nowadays 4:19, got a minute? I'm sorry bruh but 4:20/7:10 is a lifestyle it ain't just a here or there thing...got a minute? How about got a lifetime? I will give you this, you certainly have a way with words constantly talking about how everyone else is trash and bashing people because they show a little respect to their fellow athletes. You must have been that kid that got picked on in high school all the time. And then we've got your good old buddies...from the looks of it we've got LA Johnny Stylez leading his "Outlawz" with Justice Cross, Enforcer, Vin Halsted and Hunter Valentyne playing follow the leader. It's cute that you think you actually won a "warm-up battle royal" because you are "that good". Bruh, I gotta honestly say the only reason you won that thing was because you and Enforcer were in cahoots the entire time. Then when it came down to the wire, instead of going at it like men, Enforcer eliminated himself...very Fingerpoke of Doomish of you two. I mean, I've been in the ring with Enforcer, dude is a fucking bull but at the end of the day the Dank Man pinned his shoulders down to become the first EWF World Television Champion. So go ahead and run your mouth, let Vin Halsted bullshit about how all of his accolades from somewhere else make him important, let Hunter Valentyne do whatever it is that he's good at...I mean there has to be some reason you guys keep him around unless he's just your plug. None of that matters when athletes who have more talent and more respect for this promotion face off against you.
THC pulls a Ziploc baggie out of her pocket and grabs a nug, she rips it in half and places it in the bong and begins to get her roast on.
But, the Dankster can't sit here and pretend like its just The Outlawz who are making some noise around these parts. I can't forget about the guy who was able to take the EWF Television Championship out of my hands, Adrian King. I feel like we are all becoming proud fathers watching a son blossom in to the potential that he has. Adrian King came in to the EWF with one hell of a chip on his shoulder, trying to prove to his family that he had what it takes to make it in this business. Last Evolution, he went out there and pretty much dedicated his victory to his brother and wouldn't you know it? The guy actually came through on his word and hoisted that belt high in the air for his family. I feel like we've seen Adrian King grow in to a more respectable young man over these past few months, his attitude is even changing a bit for the better. Well, bruh, I'm proud of you and all but if you're in that battle royal when I'm in that ring I'm trying twice as hard to put you over the top. Not because I hate you or any of that childish bullshit, it's a good challenge...you're one of the few guys who have been able to beat the Dankster so I'm hoping that once you get eliminated that I'm the one to put you over the top.
Dank, you want the next hit?
Not right now, I'm focused...I'm in the zone!
THC shrugs her shoulders as if to say "fine, more for me then" and goes back to a slow roast on the lovely lady inside of the bowl head.
This match is definitely shaping up to be the biggest match of many of our careers. Those words where echoed by Anarquia and Salvaje. Those two daredevils screaming "Lucha!" they know what a lifestyle is all about...they eat, breathe and sleep that shit. I've never seen those guys without those masks on and I've never heard them refer to each other as anything other than Anarquia and Salvaje. I wonder if those luchador guys are just born with a mask next to them when they come out of the womb. I don't know, it's a funny thought that happened to entire my mind. And what about "Classy" Christopher Charles? The prick that bashed my skull with a steel chair after he got eliminated from a three way dance for the Television Championship...a match I happened to go on to win by the way, Christopher! The one thing I can agree on with the Middle School Stoner dude is that your whole speech about how the referees are all ganging up on you and costing you matches, its getting pretty old pretty fast bruh. I think it's time for you to kind of admit that mommy and daddy's money hasn't got you anywhere as far as your professional wrestling career is concerned. Then there was your counterpart in that three way dance, Carlito Rodriguez, the wrestling world's very own "Latin Lover". How much of a corny act can you be man, you definitely show more talent than Christopher Charles but you don't edge him out by all that much bruh. It was almost sweet to see how losing time with Juanita lit a little fire under your ass and you beat Christopher Charles...I gotta say I was cheering you on in the locker room just because I love to see Christopher Charles lose matches...it's the highlight of the under card of the show.
That's not even the tip of the iceberg as far as possible opponents I have to deal with in this battle royal. Let's not forget you have all three members of Satan's Groupie Squad coming down that aisle and entering that ring. It's kind of sad to think that what that really means is The Master has three chances to win this battle royal. If this Master dude is really the puppet master pulling the strings and controlling the minds of these two behemoths then, brosefs, I'm pretty sure he'd just have a true Fingerpoke of Doom and take their title shot if they won the whole thing. Speaking of brainless monsters, we can't forget that both of The Arizona Outlaws are scheduled to show up in this battle royal. The scary part about these dudes is that the smarter one, Clay Holliday, is still just about as useless as some ganja with no papers or smoking instrument. Wait, that one is going to go right over Clay and Austin's head so maybe I should use an analogy they'd be a bit more used to...you two dudes, you guys are about as useless as tits on a bull. Just keeping up with all of the tag teams that happen to be involved in this thing, we've gone the Canadian sensations Alec Kirkland and Kenneth Marshall the Technical Authority. These guys seem like they have a true love for this business which is always dope as can be but I gotta say guys...for some righteous sounding dudes, you guys are a bit boring. Very little expression when you're out and about, no music, hell you guys never even named your finishing moves its like you guys are trying to be different by being as bare nuts and bolts as possible. I mean, to each their own and I hope that you guys are both at least digging your own choices but I'm not even sure you two dudes are digging your choice to be a team. I know you dudes have history so I'm sure that helps you guys as a team but I wouldn't be surprised if the entire wrestling world witness you two imploding on one another at some point in that battle royal. Two good singles wrestlers don't always make a good tag team, ya know? The other teams? American Muscle, them dudes seem like they could leg press the entire ring with the other twenty-eight superstars inside of it but the winner of this ain't gonna be no tag team specialist like Mason Blackwell or Leon Mondo. The Scots and Brooklyn's Finest? I think all four of those dudes are pretty much after thoughts to all of.
One guy I most definitely do not want to overlook is the so called "Heir Apparent" Andy Donahue. The dude who follows around the World Champ around and does his dirty work and also looks like he should be the third member of American Muscle. I'm pretty sure we all know why Andy Donahue is one of the thirty participants in this battle royal. It's John Cavanagh's insurance plan. John wants to hedge his bets because he's starting to feel like Lou Natic might take that championship away from him at Imperial Insanity. Andy Donahue is in this battle royal to try to win FOR John Cavanagh. I can see it right now if Andy wins and John loses to Lou, at the very next Evolution Andy will be handing his World Championship opportunity over to John. Or what if John wins and Andy wins? Does that mean a Fingerpoke of Doom in their match? Bruuuuuuuuh, I feel like I'm starting to get trapped in some horrible WCW purgatory. The two guys I do have to save for last though are two of my very own buddies, two of my road dogs. I'm talking of course about Lou Natic's partner from the past Dirty Harry and our boy Deathmatch Devin. Harry, we don't go as far back as I do with Devin or your boy Lou but I know why you're here. I know that digging you out of retirement was an added layer to Lou Natic's war with John Cavanagh but here you are still...watching your buddies back and entering yourself in the Imperial Insanity battle royal. Looking for a shot at the big one? I know you guys ain't The Celtic Club so I can't see Harry just handing over his shot at the gold or laying down if his buddy Lou Natic can win the strap. But I do know that Dirty Harry is gonna be one hell of a hoss to get in the ring with in this battle royal and that's going to make him one hell of a wild card. Then there's my final road dog, Deathmatch Devin. Devin, Lou and I all bounded together as the fan favorites against the evil bastard that became the first World Champion. Now, theres a very good chance that Devin and the Dankster may find themselves locking horns for the first time at Imperial Insanity. Devin, I know that you're from the same school of thought I am, if it comes down to you and I neither of us are going to take it easy on one another. Matter of fact you and I would probably beat the shit out of each other so bad that the only person looking worse is gonna be John Cavanagh after Lou Natic gets done with him in that Death in a Cell Match. Devin, you've been around the block more times than most dudes in this promotion, you know all the tricks and you've been yearning for your first World Championship. Unfortunately buddy, this time, its gonna be the Dankster that has to stand in your way. Alright, 4:20ers...I've got to get back to this lovely lady who's holding some lovely lady. Until next time, its the Dankster signing out!
Dank Sinatra throws up the peace sign while taking the bong out of THC's hands.
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Post by enforcer on Sept 11, 2020 20:52:56 GMT -5
*Flashback* 11/16/2011 Rupp Arena Lexington, Kentucky
::HHW Owner Joey Cranston is sitting behind his desk in his office. Enforcer is sitting across the desk from Joey.:: Enforcer:Nicholas, he was gone and out of our lives for good. How can you bring that douche back to this company? On our side no less. Cranston:Chuck will be a good asset to the movement. Enforcer:We will be better off without Chuck around. Nicholas, you know as well as I do that I would still be HHW World Heavyweight Champion instead of Tyrone walking around insisting he is the CWI World Champion if it wasn't for Chuck. Cranston:I know he cost you the World title last year but we have to worry about the here and now. Enforcer:Geno got to you,didn't he? He got you to put on the same blinders about Chuck that he constantly wears. Cranston:Geno didn't do anything of the sort. When Chuck lost at Summer Showdown he said he wouldn't be a CWI Superstar anymore. Chuck has been signed to a HHW contract. This is strictly a business move,Anthony. The resurrection of the HHW and the death of CWI. Enforcer:Fine!!! It will only be a short while before CWI is gone for good. Cranston:Exactly. I am not asking or expecting you to be BFFs. Just get business done. Enforcer:I sai...... ::Vin Halsted walks into the room.:: Vin Halsted:Joey, We have got to talk. ::Enforcer stands up.:: Enforcer: You are seriously going to barge in and interrupt the meeting I am having with Nicholas? Vin Halsted:My time is important. Enforcer:So is mine. Vin Halsted:But not all of us can have their wife lay down for them to become champion. Enforcer:Just like not everyone loses the World title to an eight year old. ::Joey quickly gets up and walks around his desk and gets between the two of them.:: Cranston:Guys, need I remind the both of you we are on the same team. This time can be better served destroying the CWI. ::Enforcer smiles and grabs the Television title. He begins to walk toward the door.:: Enforcer:We will finish this talk later, Nicholas. Cranston:Alright. ::Enforcer opens the door.:: Enforcer:See ya around,champ. Vin Halsted:Not if I see you first. *Present Day* Scene ::Enforcer is in the nosebleed section of Arthur Ashe Stadium at the U.S. Open tournament in Queens, New York. As the second men’s semi final match is going on.:: Enforcer:Not many would say tennis and wrestling have much in common but tennis much like wrestling, tennis is often contested one on one. Sometimes two on two but unlike in tennis you get this one particular match in wrestling where there are twenty to thirty wrestlers in a battle royal. Now, I am sure the unwashed masses are counting me out because in order for me to win this matchup I have to go from bell to bell since I am entering Imperial Insanity rumble number one. This is nothing new to me because just last year I was in the very exact same situation of having to enter a battle royal at number one. And what did I do that night? I God damn won that battle royal by throwing the next twenty nine other people out onto the arena floor. Anybody that thinks otherwise is more of a halfwit moron then the world thought. ::Enforcer takes a sip of beer that he brought into the arena with him.:: Enforcer:I am not only confident in me making a deep run in the Imperial Insanity battle royal because I have three Outlaw stablemates in this match with me. Of course we have Vin and Johnny. Two men that I have known for the better part of two decades. The third man rounding out our foursome is Hunter Valentyne. The entire EWF roster should take notice of the Outlawz because we are gunning for the end of the year each of us are going to be dripping in EWF gold. What I am very excited about seeing in this match is being in the very same ring as the man who stole the EWF World Television title from me, Mr. Dank Sinatra. Dank, I owe you a receipt or two from the last time our paths crossed. It will all end with me taking the Television title away from you and officially getting the belt into my possession. Rest assured, the wrestling world, the Outlawz will be reigning supreme. With Justice becoming Women’s champion, Vin taking down the Old Glory title, and one of the four Outlaw members to be crowned the winner of the battle royal. ::A USTA security guard comes walking over to Enforcer.:: Security Guard:What are you doing here, man? I am going to go out on a limb and say you aren’t a tennis coach or related to either player on the tennis court right now. Enforcer:What would make you jump to a crazy theory like that? I happen to love tennis. I know my tennis. Forehand, backhand, serve, tennis racquet, baseline. Security Guard:Wow, you know some tennis terms. Enforcer:My tennis IQ is off the chart spectacular. Security Guard:It sure is something that starts with am “S” but you still have to leave, sir. ::Enforcer rolls his eyes.:; Enforcer:You are lucky I have business to handle in this Imperial Insanity battle royal. ::Enforcer stands up with his beer in hand and starts walking up the stairs while being followed by the security guard.:: Enforcer:I am shocked you are actually making me leave the arena. I finally didn’t have to worry about all the belligerent recalcitrants surrounding me in a public event. Go figure. That is truly neither here nor there though. All that is going through my head right now is this battle royal. I might be entering this match number one but you can all rest assured you will be seeping me making a late run in this match and making sure the Outlawz walk out the victor so that our championship prophecy can start taking shape. ::The security guard escorts Enforcer to the exit of the arena and opens the door for Enforcer. Enforcer walks through the exit as the security guard rolls his eyes.::
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Post by andydonahue on Sept 11, 2020 22:25:39 GMT -5
The scene is black but the sound of a back door of a shipping truck is heard moving up as light slowly seeps in to the cap of the truck. As the light begins to fill the cargo we are able to see a plethora of vibrant, colorful fireworks packaging as well as boxes that read Marlboro, Newport, Kool, Parliament. A bearded man with glasses and a barrel chest, Peter “Petey” Sheridan, stands outside of the truck along side “The Heir Apparent” Andy Donahue.
Well, Andy Boy, here’s the delivery.
Andy nods his head while looking up at the fireworks and smuggled cigarettes, the way Andy’s eyes begin to brighten up it is clear that the only thing he sees in the back of this cargo truck is a bunch of dollar signs.
I like it, so this is what Johnnie told me I was gonna have to find a spot for?
Yeah, well, he figures your grandfather has that storage locker that he just keeps old gear in—that’s probably a good place to store this shit for a bit.
Yeah, don’t think there’s munch demand for those fireworks right about now.
Yeah, they’ll start getting distributed to different people around May or June.
This way everyone can feel all patriotic for the Fourth—not realizing how bad they’re getting fucked on the up charge because New York State doesn’t trust its citizens to not blow their hands off.
The two Irishmen share a laugh. Petey, a man who has had family in Pennsylvania since he was a small child, could truly never understand why New York had such harsh laws against fireworks.
The bogies, they’re earmarked for certain people and certain spots—all you gotta do is look at the name on the box and once you unload all these fireworks in to storage, you can take the bogies and make the rounds to drop them off…you’ll be getting the money up front for those from each person.
OK, guess we should hop in and take the ride then, right?
Petey stares upward as he lights a cigarette in between his lips.
We? Shit, I guess Johnnie didn’t tell you?
Didn’t tell me what?
I made the trip with Johnnie out to PA, I made the trip back—I’ve done my share on this one. You go pick up the money for the bogies and store the fireworks…after you’re done with the bogies and have the money, you come see me with the bread and I’ll give you your cut.
Andy rolls his eyes, not exactly pleased with the division of labor. Andy, a boy who didn’t have to grow up in the streets, wasn’t one hundred percent familiar with the way things worked. Andy must have watched a little too much Sopranos and Goodfellas growing up thinking that everything is lavish at all times. What Andy Donahue wasn’t aware of was that the day he took that job for John Cavanagh he became the lowest man on the organizational depth chart—that meant if someone like Petey wanted to get out of his share of the work, all he had to do was make sure he had Andy or someone else of Andy’s stature, that he could pass the duty on to. It was moments like these that Andy could hear his grandfather Jimmy Kline’s voice from the day after Andy took the job with Cavanagh—“you’re in for a whole lot of surprises kid, just smile and roll with it if you wanna make it anywhere in this world”. So Andy did the only thing he could do…he smiled.
Alright, fair enough…I’ll get it done as soon as possible and make my way back to see you, Petey.
Petey takes a deep drag of his cigarette as the cherry burns, he removes the cigarette from his mouth and inhales while speaking.
Sounds good, see you soon Andy Boy.
Petey begins to walk off, presumably towards his car, while Andy closes the back of the shipping truck. Andy locks the back and walks to the front of the truck shaking his head. Andy pulls himself in to the truck and slams the door shut. The scene cuts as Andy begins to drive off in the completely white truck.
The scene cuts to bring us to “The Heir Apparent” Andy Donahue working out in his grandfather Jimmy Kline’s gym. Andy is keeping busy with his daily regimen—today happens to be leg day so we pick Andy up completing a set of goblet squats. Andy finishes his last rep and places the weight on the rack.
So here we go, right? Imperial Insanity Battle Royal time, the clock is ticking and we just keep getting closer and closer. So what do I do to pass the time? Andy fucking Donahue hits the gym to keep himself in tip top shape for this upcoming battle of attrition. Let’s face the facts here, you can be the biggest, toughest son of a bitch in this thing but if you happen to draw an early number and you ain’t got the stamina to get the job done—well, then you ain’t coming home with the big one in your back pocket. No matter how big and bad I am, I can say with certainty that this next match I’m in is definitely going to be a bitch. How do you even adequately prepare for something like this? I can prepare as much as I want but when you don’t know when you’re entering, who is entering after you or who will be in the ring at the moment you get there…preparing is damn near pointless. There are so many different variables in a battle royal that it’s painstaking to think about each and every single one. But one thing that I can be sure about, I have the strength needed to put anyone on this roster over the top rope from the biggest bastards in this match like The Monster, Clay Holliday and Enforcer to some of the guys on the smaller side that I can probably toss halfway across the arena like Christopher Charles, Carlito Rodriguez and Dank Sinatra. Not only that with the amount of strength my body has--good fucking luck budging me if I don't want to move. The majority of the people on this roster have no chance at throwing a guy of my stature over the top rope. But, as if the strength game isn't enough--I've got the stamina on point as well. That's right the "steroid abuser" as so many of you have labeled me can run circles around each and every last one of you because of the insane amount of cardiovascular training I do every day. I just don't think you guys are getting it, there ain't one of you boys who are ready to face off against Andy Donahue in this battle royal. I know I ain't number thirty and I ain't number one but whatever number I get in between everyone who is in the ring the moment I get there and everyone who is going to enter after me--they're gonna need a bit of help from Saint Patrick to make it much further in the match. We all know what the deal is as far as Enforcer coming in at one and LA Johnny Stylez entering at number thirty. Everyone who enters this thing knows that these guys and there other buddies will be working as a team when push comes to shove and thats fine by me because big bad Andy Donahue can't wait to start chucking bodies like darts.
Andy walks off to the abductor machine and sits down to begin the "good girl, bad girl" exercise as the scene cuts to static.
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