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Post by The Celtic Beast on Nov 18, 2022 17:09:15 GMT -5
Part One
~November 17th, 20222~
*We fade in on a small room that appears to be a viewing room of some sort. It’s quite dark and all that fits in the room is a table along the wall, a chair, and a monitor. It appears as if the cameraman is either standing in the doorway or the camera is placed on the wall. Sitting in front of the monitor in the chair is the newest AXW signee Bram Connan. He does not speak, but we do hear his voice over the image. There are times in our lives that we cannot get back. The last two years of my life are something that I cannot get back and I wouldn’t want them back if I could. Fans run up to me all the time and they ask me if I miss it. If I could go back would I have not given it all up to work for AXW and leave the biz? They seem to think that my leaving was a bad thing for my life. The truth is the two-year hiatus gave me something I could never have gotten had I still been touring the world, two years to watch my children grow*
Bram: Now that I’m back, there are some things I wish I did, like train a little more, but I never got out of shape. Some of those people at home, they think that because when they had kids they gained all this weight that there is no way to stay in shape without working out 24/7. The truth is though, parenting …real parenting, is a hardcore workout. My boys are now eight and six years old, and chasing them around and playing ball with them …has been almost as good a workout, as I would have had on the road.
*Bram pauses a moment, as he thinks. He then continues on*
Bram: Am I saying, I am ready for the ring? Gods no, yet I am stepping back in it. Why? There’s only one reason why, I love it. I love it so much, that I can’t hold back and I’m a little scared. Scared that if I don’t jump in feet first, I’ll never make it back. So here I am just, days away from my first match in over two years, and I’m watching a tape in a cold dark room.
*Bram slowly turns his head away from the monitor, as whatever tape he was studying comes to an end and static overtakes the screen*
Bram: When I put together my first promo in over two years, I may have been too open with you people. I may have let you all in on who I really am, and I have no problem with that. The problem I do have with it, is that you took what I said and didn’t see it for what it really was. I told you that I hadn’t yet had much time to research and you took it as though I was too high and mighty to research you all, but that’s not what I meant at all. I got as big as I am, pardon me, as I use to be by knowing my competition. Those people you guys have heard saying my name these weeks before I showed up here …talk about me for a reason, and that’s because I am always prepared.
*Bram pauses again, as he shakes his head in disbelief. He thought most didn’t understand him, but that wasn’t his worry at this time*
Bram: For instance, I took a look at last week's shows, and one thing all of my past opponents have in common is, they won. What that means to me is, that you all had the taste of victory, and no one wants to give that way. So I’ve been preparing all week to face you at your best, because that’s what I expect. I have also been critiquing you on your performances from last week and the past, and of course from your recent promos.
*Bram smirks, as he thinks about the footage he just watched. Just like any other time, he wasn’t impressed*
Bram: Boys, the one I was originally most worried about originally …has not shown me much recently. His in-ring performance last week was lackluster, but his will to win prevailed …failed. The problem is, you cannot always gamble on your will to win and your opponent to leave an opening for you like everyone got last week, and I just these guys know that. So I should expect them to be more focused going into our match, but I am not. He has yet to utter a word, and the way he looked last week, shows me that I was wrong. The guys may have once been someone I should have been worried about, but now …they just appear to be an above-average wrestlers in a slump, and his slump won’t end on the third.
*Bram cracks a wide smile, as he sits there pondering this match-up*
Bram: Then we have …well, these other two teams. I’m not sure what you hoped to accomplish standing in the middle of nowhere speaking to the air, and making predictions of our match …that are so vague, they could have been told to me on a psychic hotline. Nor do I know what you were hoping to prove with your match last week, other than the fact that you aren’t very lucky. It seems to me, so far that everyone in this match gets by on pure luck, and says screw Giah-given talent.
*Bram shakes his head and lets out a deep sigh, before continuing on to the last subject in this match*
Bram: Then there is the definition of “I Suck” …the other teams that are involved. You were very busy boys last week. You not only show how well trained you are in simple technique, when you couldn’t beat that clown. But you also showed your heart, as you stepped up to one of the most powerful men in America. For that guys, you have drawn my attention. No, not for your silly little Spiderman joke, but for your style and charisma. For someone who has all of the makings of a B-List movie, you have something that the other men in this promotion don’t seem to have …at least not anymore. That is the heart to succeed. You’re dangerous, because of that boys. You are one small package away from shocking the world, and becoming a star in this federation ...but I will not be your gateway to fame. *Bram stands up, and starts moving around the small room. His once happy face has become stern, and focused*
Bram: You may think there is nothing I can do to stop you, but I have been in this business for almost twenty years and I have seen it all. I’ve seen guys like you rise to the top, and fall to the bottom. I have figured out a million different ways to avoid ending up as the butt of someone’s joke. So, come the third boys …it might come down to blind move, interrupted three counts, and grievous bodily damage as you predicted, but the one thing I’m sure boys …it’s going to come down to you and me, and who wants it more.
*Bram turns away, and hits eject on the DVD player. Then pops in a new disc, as the camera fades to black*
~Part Two~
*We open up on the cocky grin of one of AXW’s newest stars, Bram Connan. He is dressed in a crispy new “Celtic Beast” logo T-Shirt and a pair of jeans, with his gym bag draped over his shoulder. He tosses the gym bag aside, and stands with his arms crossed in front of the camera*
Bram: Look at me, I am oh and one, soon to be back to my winning ways again. Hard to believe, that after twenty years of a career and a two-year hiatus ….that I can start again, as a winning veteran. It’s kind of crazy, and weird, but most importantly …it’s great. It’s a great thing to feel like I’m on top of the world with a win, even if it doesn’t last forever …it’s a feeling, that you could become a billionaire with if you could bottle it, and I don’t want it to end.
*Bram pauses for a moment, before speaking again*
Bram: That will be tuff though, because even though I am technically a rookie here in this great federation, my name still carries some weight and that weight apparently carried me straight to our first Pay-Per-View. It is my understanding, that it’s not an everyday occurrence that rookies to the federation make the big show, let alone in a match with such implications as a number-one contender match. So I am honored to be included …Yes, I’m honored, and a little bit nervous.
*Bram’s smile fades just a little, as he steps to the side and takes a seat on the bench next to him revealing a row of lockers behind him*
Bram: I know, those of you out there watching this, who know me don’t believe it, but I am nervous. Last month was my first match in over two years, and now in my second match back …I am expected to put my body on the line in a match, versus two tag teams. This isn’t quite what I expected, but I’ve never been one to back down from anything. I’ve always rolled with the punches, and this time rolling with the punches will be a little bit easier for me. *Bram‘s face curls with a devious smirk, due to dealing with Dean several times before. He chuckles a bit, before speaking again*
Bram: A few weeks ago I was up against people who were virtually unknown to me, people I had to spend hours researching …just so I would feel comfortable in the ring with. This time, research will be the least of my worries, as I have extensive background on the guys. The boys have been around me for most of the end of my career, and I have seen his career begin, and reach some of his highest points. Which isn’t much to brag about, to be honest.
*Bram takes a short pause before digging in. He seems to think long, and hard before uttering his next words*
Bram: Since I have been here, I have seen and heard much about these guys, and I probably know enough that I could deal with them. But you never really know what someone like him is thinking. Just like Sammeal last week, it’s so hard to tell what is going on in someone’s mind. You come off like men of good ethics, but there is really only one reason to cover your face in my opinion, and that is to cover up what you truly are. I believe there is something dark about you boys, and you try to hide it with makeup and by pretending to be something you are not. A match like this usually brings out the demon in people, and I know it will bring out the cheating and backstabbing bastard in me, what will it bring out in you boys?
*Bram smirks, letting his words sink in. He knew those guys all too well. He finally stands up from the bench, and walks towards the weight-lifting area*
Bram: These guys is kind of perplexing to me. They’ve listed at forty-one years of age, a time in your life when most people are hanging up their boots, yet here is a man just like myself in this federation. It makes it hard for me to quite gauge what he is as a wrestler, seeing as his list of accomplishments here is slimmer than a piece of paper …all I can assume is that, he must have some tricks up his sleeve if he is still performing at this level at that age.
*Bram takes a seat on the bench-press, as he continues to speak*
Bram: Almost the complete opposite of these guys, is themselves. I have such huge amounts of these young men's work. I have seen them come up through the ranks in the past, and I have a list of his accomplishments here, and yet just like themselves …I have no clue who they really are. That’s the question of the day actually, who are these guys? Are they the men that fought through Loss after Loss, until they finally got an opportunity in the past? Are they the men, that worked until they couldn’t work anymore and won the very title we are working on …becoming the number one contender for? Or are they the men that dropped the ball every time they were given the chance to escape the cellar of wrestling? Are they the man, that was rising to new heights in a company, only to crash back to the bottom? No one, not even they seem to know. All I can make from all of them is this, if history repeats itself, they will fall.
*Bram leans back, and does a couple of reps. He pauses for a few seconds, and does another quick set of reps*
Bram: Huntsmen, or Cockey Sons? Not sure what to call you anymore, but I sure know where you and I stand …on bad terms. In the past, it was always you chasing after my shadow. You and your little friends always trying to start fights with the big dogs in the company, hoping some of what little talent you had would shine through in the fight, but it never seemed to work. You stayed in my shadow, and couldn’t fight your way out until I was gone. Now here we meet again, and you’re the big dog this time. You’re the one that has all the recognition here. I bet you’re even thinking the tables have turned, and now I’ll be the one chasing after you. But unlike you, when we’re in the same ring at Assault I will shine, and you will realize you never even got out of my shadow. You couldn’t take over the top spot when I was around, and you won’t be able to slow me down from rising past you here either.
*The smile returns back to his face, as he stands up and looks deep into the camera as if he is now talking to someone specific*
Bram: The real challenge of this match though, is the lackluster rules. There might as well not even be anyone else in this match, but the two best teams. It seems like it was meant to be, that the three of us meet quickly here in AXW. It might be the bookers, or maybe fate made it so. We’ve fought all over the globe Boys, although you just got here the week before me …you hold an advantage, you’ve been here before. You know the layouts of this ring, and that’s an advantage that I really can’t afford to give up to you. We’ve been through hell against each other, and know each other inside and out. We both started together and learned to be what we’ve become today, together. Not as friends, but as rivals, and here we are again. The setting doesn’t seem to matter as much, as it matters that it is me and you once again. Ladder, chairs, or whatever else gets thrown around in this match, it will not matter, because in the end …I can guarantee it will come down to only two of us fighting for the win. I can’t guarantee that I will come out on top, but I can guarantee you this …you want to know who really wants to win this shot, I do!!
*Again, Bram pauses to let his words settle in. Now he’s really focused, his voice becomes more forceful*
Bram: I don’t want this for the same reason you do, to build a foundation …but I want this. I want this, because it’s been far too long since I have mattered in professional wrestling. It’s been far too long since people have looked at me, and said there is a champion. It’s been far too long since, I have felt like I am the best, and even though it is supposed to be like being the best of the worst …I still want this. One more thing you can count on as well, if I do get this and I do move on to win that championship. No one, and I mean no one …will look at that belt as the best of the worst again. They’ll just look at it as the best. That’s what I want from Dean, the only question left …is who is going to want it enough to win it!!
*Bram turns, and begins to work out once more*
Bram: Before this match though, I’m going to need to learn that layout boys. There’s no way, I’m giving you an advantage at all. It’s as simple as, Tap Or Snap Bytch!!
*Bram’s last words trail off, as he exits the room and flags someone down presumably to give him a tour of sorts*
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Post by CSOYKW on Nov 20, 2022 21:21:27 GMT -5
The following is a public service announcement is brought to you by the Cocky Sons of You Know What. Do you know what it is? Well it’s not good for you.  “Can someone please tell me. What in the world that was that wasted valuable airtime? Can someone explain what in the world he said? I haven’t a clue what the man spewed out of mouth. Here’s 100 bucks go get a speech therapist.” he throws a 100 dollar bill into the camera. “Hold on, wait a second.” He pauses as he pulls out his cellphone and takes a selfie and posts it his instagram page. He looks at his followers and then puts the phone away. ”Well Bram or whatever your name is. Your kids could use a lesson or 18 but certainly not from you. You look like a Thor cosplay reject or something. Maybe you washed out from the UFC either way. You think you have this in the bag? Hold on let me check.” he holds up a paper bag that says the bag and looks in it. ”Nope it’s not in here. Neither is charisma, talent or the ability to speak. Hmm it’s almost like those things can’t be taught and oh wait the future of this industry and one of the two men you and your partner will be facing. Yeah.. me Robbie Williams. The photogenic Phenom baby. What does that mean well it’s pretty self explanatory. I’m a once in a life time talent. Guys like me don’t come along very often. While guys like you are a dime a dozen. You know maybe you should’ve stayed retired. We don’t need steroid freaks around anymore. Isn’t that what happened in the 90s your type got the big wrestling promoter in trouble or something? Either way myself and my partner….” All of a sudden another young man walks on screen.  “Oh yeah that’s right… your partner has arrived. The man, the one that gets higher than snoop dogg and kat Williams. That’s right it’s yo’ boy, Damien Williams. Ya Dig?” Robbie and Damien high five and do some strange hand shake. It involved lots of fist bumping. It’s hard to describe. ”I had this strange dream that some Viking wanna be cut this horrendous promo and we had to talk about it.” Damien explained. ”D that was from one of our opponents for our debut match.” Robbie said to him as Damien just shook his head. ”Bro not even Sierra could help me get rid of that headache.” Damien said as he rubs his forehead. “I know I watched it like three times just to take notes and I was bored out of my skull about it.” Robbie explained as Sierra and Kiera come up behind them and put their arms around them. ”Robbie bear, what’s going on? You said you would be back the bed got lonely.” Keira said in a pouty voice. ”Robbie Bear?” Damien said as he and Sierra laughs “D bird you said this wouldn’t take long.” Sierra said to him looking at him. ”So D bird what are we going to do about this?” Robbie said as Damien just rolled his eyes. ”Well all I know is dat.. I ain’t watching another Bram Dumb man promo as long as I live.” Damien explained as Sierra smiles as him. ”Well this match is won for us. A walk in the park. So let’s get out of here.” Robbie said as they were all about ready to leave and then Mark Roberts walks into camera.  “I know you aren’t leaving this without tearing this guy down. Have I taught either of you nothing? This about being at the top of your game no matter how “lame”’they come across and I get it. I tried watching his promo myself and couldn’t make it past the sob story about his stupid kids. Either way you two better get your heads on straight or it’s the chop line for you both.” Mark explained as Robbie and Damien winched at the very idea of getting chopped by the teachers at the Mark Roberts school of perfection. Damien and Robbie kiss their girlfriends as they walk off. Robbie and Damien look into the camera and begin. ”You looked past us… you did you made it seem like we didn’t matter. What was it? Why because we’re noobs? We’re not even worthy of mentioning? I find it funny a man like you claiming to be this great daddy and yet. You can’t even be a good example to your boys and show them. You don’t under estimate your opponent in a match. It doesn’t matter if they are rookies or not. I’m going to tell you something you stupid, ugly, Neanderthal. I get my hands on you. I will make you look worse than you did coming into this match. They say we’re cocky and I say what it don’t mean a thing if you can back it up. We’re going to do just that. We’re going to back up what we say in that ring when we come into this match with nothing to lose and everything to win. It will be picture perfect and lights out, tell ‘em D!” Robbie completed his words as the whole time Mark and Damien just nodded along. Damien was pacing back and forth waiting for his moment to speak and his mentor was looking on so Damien didn’t want to mess up. ”oh yeah that’s right. You’re coming expecting less than what you’re going to get from us. See we’re the sons of wrestling Icons. We won’t say their names because we’re paving our own path to stardom. I’m the son of the most famous movie star on Gods green earth. I’m custom made from head to toe. I’m loved by the ladies and in that ring from bell to bell. You know and will tell that DJ is what you will remember. It will be a moment that you can pause and tell your sons. He beat me right there see that. The hall of famer beat me there. See we aren’t just a flash in the pan. You want redemption and we (points to himself and Robbie) are coming to just get a victory on our path to the top of the tag team division. To you Bram this is everything to us well it’s just another match. We are thinking long term. We have signed lucrative contracts. We are the future and you’re the past. Past your prime and beyond your time. We will beat you down and make you wish you would’ve just stayed home.” Damien said as Mark nodded to him. Mark then steps forward and smirks. ”Bram Connan? Wow and here I thought it was going to be hard. This man hasn’t done anything in this business except exist on rosters and now he wants to use my students. The coal that I have crushed into diamonds. See one day these two men will be in the hall of fame. They will be remembered for their great careers and you Bram will be begging for cash on street corners. So you may be prepared or whatever you said. These men know they will win. You want to know why.” Mark steps aside as Robbie and Damien step forward. ”oh it’s quite simple, we’re the cocky sons.” Robbie said into the camera ”of you know what.” Damien continues ”you want to know what is.” Robbie said ”it’s bad for you!” as they both looked into the camera and said it simultaneously. ”Facing us in that ring is bad for you and it’s time that you call it quits.” Robbie said as he smirks into the camera. Mark nods as Robbie and Damien walk off screen with him. the scene fades to black as the three of them walk off. |
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Post by Death Stalker on Nov 21, 2022 21:29:17 GMT -5
*The scene begins with Thantos just shaking his head, he wasn’t mad at his partner. Hades, at least he knew he could trust him if they ever teamed again. Instead, he was mad at himself as he licked his lips knowing he should go after the person who ruined the match for them all that night. But, right now it’s a new beginning and a once federation called AHW is now AXW as he looked down at his shaking hands when reading the card that was faxed to him*
Thantos: The past is the past, it’s time to make a new beginning, correct? So with that first show of a federation named AXW, and the show I am on is called Assault …not sure how this is going to work, but I guess with the fact they have me on it will somewhat work. That night, I will be facing a few teams named Westcoast Wrecking Crew and Cocky Sons Of You Know What …though I’m not sure about anything of these guys, nor do I care what I can do and well let’s face it …I’m going out there, and redeeming myself that night.
*Thantos just stands there, as he looks around the room. He shrugs and continues on*
Thantos: Now gentleman, let’s get this straight just because you’re a bunch of bigger guys …that doesn’t make you any better than me. Hades, it never means anything you can think you are, but you’re not and well …I am going to prove it that night. So do whatever Hades, it’ll just piss me off …just if you piss me off, and all your funeral arrangements taken care of …because you’re going to need it after facing me, I am going to get my hands on you and wait for your face to turn blue. Guess what, nothing no one can do to stop me …whoever gets in my way, will have the same faith as you are getting to get!
*Thantos smirked as he takes a candle and started to pour the wax into his hand. The pain from it just started to make him laugh, as he licked his lips*
Thantos: Call me crazy, I’m not well maybe a little honestly …that was fun for me nothing scary just having some fun, but soon all the fun will be taken away and then what will happen?
*Thantos smirked and pulled the wax off his hands, as he looked at them when looking up*
Thantos: Gentlemen, I’m not sure what to say or even think right now about you …besides maybe the fact you’re all daddy’s boys, which is fine nothing wrong there but see nothing will stop me from doing what I am going to do to you …as you see, I get you’re maybe pissed about your match. See, the thing is … I don’t care about that, because I plan on showing people what I am made of. So please, if you’re man to show up and let me beat your ass with no tears …just screams of pain, as I dig my fingers down your throat and pull your heart out and throwing it in the f*cking trash.
*Taking a deep breath as Thantos looks down when trying to stay focus about the match, as he smirked when biting his bottom lip*
Thantos: Time to build our way back up, then all the rest. Well, I plan on making it past the first few teams, and either way boys …we can do this the easy way, or the hard way and it is your call …but I’m warning you now, you take the hard way it is your funeral everyone won’t be crying at. Now guys, it won’t be mine that they are crying at because I won’t be the one dying. I mean, you’re nothing to me or a lot of others out there, and where I could be wrong …I seriously doubt, that I am.
*Thantos just looked around his phone going off, as he ignores it. He rolled his eyes, as he just replayed past events in his head though he was trying to move forward the past events replayed in his head over and over again*
Thantos: I should forget about the past, and yet you move forward the past is still there as it still happened, and well though I was going forward and going to win the tournament …there is still things I plan on doing and Kaleb …I hope your listening, I have no regrets or remorse when I get my hands on certain people. Hades, it won’t even be certain people. Whoever gets in my way? Kaleb, it’s time you all see The Stalker step, up and hurt people!!
*Thantos gets up finally, and the scene would fade out*
~Part Two~
*Thantos was seen at the park, as he was getting ready to run and then walk the trails. He looked around when sitting down for a few moments seeing the kids playing as others walked around the trail. He rolled his neck for a few minutes*
Thantos: So I get that I may not be the favorite, and I get I will get under the management nerves. Yet, I don’t care about any of that. You want to know why, because if I cared …I would be kissing the ass of Kaleb and others in their office. and well that isn’t me. Did you see the past matches? Yeah, they are the past. You all threw these poor guys to a Dragon, who is on the attack, and whatever happens to them during the match …don’t blame me, but blame yourselves for throwing them at me …when you know, I’m pissed off and on the revenge mode. Yet, you never throw me the ones who are pissing me off. You send end helpless little victims like these guys …wait, are you scared that if you give me the ones that upset me? That they will be hurt, and on the shelf for good? So you give me a little sacrifice lamb, in hopes that makes it better? Kaleb is this making you sleep better, knowing those bytches are safe …when others aren’t??
*Shaking his head, people looked at him as he just smirked and waves not caring what they thought when one gives him a dirty look. Thantos just popped his middle finger, and continued to speak*
Thantos: Gentlemen, I do feel sorry for you because they tossed you into the cage of a pissed-off Dragon, and no …it’s not that time of year. This is me 24/7/365 days a year …so I’m sorry well not really. Yeah, you’re the lamb they are sacrificing to me to hurt, to bleed. to kill, and sadly nothing they or you can do about it … I just hope people are taking notes and learning you never piss me off and do not give me what I have requested to have, and I will request it again if I have to …
*Thantos tails off, as he looks into the camera. He blinks a few times, and then continues speaking once again*
Thnatos: So Kaleb, 3 men have pissed me off …are you saving them for a reason? I mean, are you scared that if I get my hands on them …you will lose talent? Or what Kaleb, please answer me now. I want Scotty one on one, as his boys sit in a cage above the ring, and plus now ….I want the bytch who thinks because she rides a motorcycle and whatever else she may do think she is tough. If you’re saving them fine, if not …give me what I have requested Kaleb. Make your choice save the bytches and give me a reason why …or let me have them all in one on one matches!!
*Thantos rolled his eyes, as he ran his fingers down tying his shoes and getting up. He took off running the trail when halfway down the trail he smirked and stopped as he picked up a snake that was on the trail licking his lips. He placed it down on the grass beside the woodchips*
Thantos: Gentlemen, I really have no more words for you …yet, I am making sure that you get it through your thick skulls that I mean business. I will keep it clear, that I hate you! Hades, I hate everyone at the moment …but the fact is this, when that bell rings Friday night …I’m hurting you and you’re going to scream like a little soccer mom, when the other team gets the score but your scream that night will only be a lot worse than that.
*Thantos looks deep into the camera, as he moves a little closer and speaks again*
Thantos: Now Friday night, I’m going to move forward and I am going to leave a mark that night. No one is going to forget who I am or what I am about and I just hope you’re all ready for that night to happen …because I am ready to show you all, never piss me off and think you’re going to get away with it. So guys, I hope you’re ready that night and the better person …which is me of course, will win that night but if you do by chance win? Then it’s a miracle that happened to you.
*Thantos licked her lips when starting to run again as they finally got back to where he started as he stopped and walked around to cool down just for a bit as people looked at him and he shooked his head*
Thantos: Times ticking away and I want responses as I will get my hands on people one way, or another but for now …Bye Bye Bytches. Wait, you know what …I'm not done yet, soon but not yet as you see guys you're a kid when you get in this ring. Hades, a soccer mom when you get into the ring …a dead one, when it's all said and done. Win or lose guys, your dead and not moving on after this match. Now I'm done, Gentlemen.
*Thantos smirked as the scene faded to darkness*
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Post by bondic on Dec 2, 2022 17:58:16 GMT -5
Scotty “Bishop” Edwards is seen training with a few people. They are all exchanging moves on each other. Finally the two men go towards Scotty and double team him. After a few moments he gets the upper hand and hits one with a Belly to belly following a huge spear on the second. They continue as the camera continues to catch the action. Another man is on the outside calling out moves to Scotty. That’s when the camera crew is noticed. As well as the camera comes into focus and you can tell who is in the ring with Scotty. It’s none other than J-Dogg and Rabia both former GWL members. Scotty turns to the man on the outside and it happens to be Bram. That’s when they notice the camera crew.
Scotty: I dunno how long you guys been there. But as you see I’m training for the upcoming match.
He climbs over the ropes and jumps dow. He walks over to the camera man. With a serious look on his face.
Scotty: There is something none of you have considered. I’m in this match as well and none of you have mentioned me. Thantos made a meger attempt when he kept saying gentlemen. But even he lacked in properly addressing me. Like I’m not a factor in the match. So far all I see is two teams that are ill prepared and not ready for the match that is about to happen. You see the young bucks in the in this match haven't really figured in the fact that I’m standing in Bram’s corner and we are one of the most dominant teams they have come together in recent years. At the end of the day none of you are anywhere near the level that I am.
He laughs shaking his head wondering if the two clowns named Robbie and Damien could even lace their boots.
I have a few questions about Robbie and Damien. Have the two of you even hit puberty? I mean the baby faces the two of you have leads me to believe two things. One. Neither of you have any experience in the ring to compete of the level you would have to in order to face men like Bram and myself. And two, you two would rather take selfies and make fun of the people your facing and get in their heads. Mind tricks don’t work over here and Jedi only exist in Star War movies. This is the AXW. I know for sure your not ready for the two of us. The best bet when it comes to the two of you. Stop tryin so hard to impress people and focus on the task at hand. Mark won’t be able to save you. Just remember one thing. I’m the other man that you never mentioned. Just off that there I know you under estimate the challenge that’s at hand. And when I hit the Flatline on the two of you remember my name. I am Bishop and all my moves are calculated. Breaking people is my hobby. Cocky doesn’t win matches. Unless you can back it up. And I know for damn sure I do.
He smirks.
Now on to the final team we are up against. And that’s the Huntsmen. We all know kw that Stalker Knight isnt a factor in the match cause he hasn’t been the same since he started teaming with Brian Kennedy, my little cousin. Thantos you’re the only one from your team that has spoken at the moment. And I’m sure you want to redeem yourself. But this isn’t the night. Bram and myself are a fine oiled machine and we have each other’s backs no matter what. You seem more focused on Kaleb, and that’s a mistake your making off top. You want to redeem yourself then why not try making things right with your partner and be ready for the ass kicking your about to get. I’ve been this business for almost 20 years. I’ve done more in my long career than most people dream about. I’ve been a house hold name. I’ve been an Icon and the reason I came out of retirement was for this reason right here. Nothing from the tag division is on the level it was once on. And that’s from the lack of Tag Teams that Regin Supreme. That’s where Bram and myself come in. We are going to bring back this division. One company at a time. My cousin thinks his Empire is on tip top and can’t be beaten. That remains unseen at this point. And things must be proven. You nor the cocky sons have proven anything yet. And I don’t think either team we are facing has what it takes. So this leads us into the point I am making. Fellas soon we will all be in the right fighting to make a name for ourselves While the cocky sons look like two of the biggest jokes to step in the ring. And the Huntsmen can’t figure out their places in this business it leaves The Wrecking Crew to come in and clean house. Show them what a pristine team looks like. And it’s a task I welcome with open arms.
He pauses and takes a drink from the water bottle that Bram just handed him. And he looks up to the camera.
The clock is ticking. The time is almost up, can you feel it? Can you feel the tension building around your chest fellas? That’s the fear setting in. The fear of knowing your all about to lose to the Crew. Knowing that Bram said it best tap or snap. But I’m saying this. It’s nails in the coffin when the Flatline hits.
The scene fades to a Eastcoast Wrecking Crew logo.
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