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Post by REDEFINE Pro on Aug 24, 2014 20:59:15 GMT
Tag Team Match: Ricky Ian Pearce & Silas Romero vs JP Caliban & Jordan Ciserano
At the Battle for Bludhaven, Caliban and Ciserano defeated the SPITFIRE Tag Team Champions TEAM WADE in a Tag Team Match. Afterwards, they were assaulted by Ricky Ian pearce and Silas Romero. Afterwards, JPO announced this match as a special tag team grudge match-looking to set 2CW’s newest Tag Team up against one of the hottest duos in wrestling. Who will walk out victorious at RIVALRY – only on HULU PLUS!!
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Post by Dave on Aug 28, 2014 11:35:41 GMT
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Post by Silas Romero on Sept 5, 2014 11:10:25 GMT
From ROMERO's personal blog...
Well, well.. Well. The time is finally coming for myself and Pearce make our "official" debuts within Second City Wrestling. Now, most people are wanting to spout off at the mouth about how Pearce and myself decided to "jump" Caliban and Ciserano. Apparently, we're cowards for doing that. Well, mostly according to Caliban who decided to become the biggest Keyboard Warrior of them all. Dude. Seriously, who runs their mouth on Twitter to the guy that laid out his tag team partner? You had to have seen Ciserano's head bounce off the mat when I nailed him with the Kyoryu Change. But, no.. We're pathetic, right? Though, we're also predictable, right? How exactly was that attack, "predictable", Jordan? No one in the company knew beforehand that Pearce and myself were going to show up; they damn sure didn't know we were going to come out and beat your bitch asses.
Though, as I said on Twitter.. I really don't give a fuck what you think about me or Ricky. We're not here to make friends, nor are we here to please you. No, we're here to take over the Tag Team division and show you chumps what tag team wrestling is all about. Sure, we've never teamed up before professionally. Sure, myself and Pearce started off as more or less, "rivals" in another promotion. But, ever since then.. We've been working out together non-fucking-stop. In just a few shorts weeks, we've become a well-tuned machine and that is seriously bad news for you, fuck stick. See, not only are we here to show you all how it's truly done inside that ring.. But, we're also here to fuck shit up. Yeah, I know.. Everybody and their mother is here to do the same. But, nobody can do it like the Hipster Wrecking Crew. We party hard and we fight harder. Basically, you all can think you "fuck shit up" but we fucking live it, son.
The thing is, I could sit here and talk for days about all the things Pearce and myself are going to do in this company.. But, is it truly worth it? A guy like Caliban or even his mute little buddy aren't going to take my words at face value. They're going to let these words fall upon their deaf ears.. Which is not exactly the smartest of moves. Then again, Jordan hasn't exactly shown that he's the brightest crayon in the box. Gentlemen, mark my words and please.. Let them sink in -- The Hipster Wrecking Crew WILL emerge from Rivalry with the victory. As Pearce already said, we are the new Apex Predators of 2CW. That's not just some catchy tagline -- That's the truth. The Hipster's are on the hunt.. Our first victims? Ciserano and Caliban. Basically.. Sooner than later.. You will ALL get knocked the fuck out! Prepare for war, motherfuckers.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2014 20:27:44 GMT
We open on Caliban standing in front of a back drop, printed on it is an artistic representation of a Rabbit Bleeding while hung on a stick, Caliban himself is wearing a black hooded sweater with the hood pulled up round his face. A t-shirt underneath has the barrel of a gun pointing out and the words put your hands where I can see them printed across it. It's been a week since Battle for Bludhaven but his mood doesn't seem to of brightened
HEY! Let me explain something to the general world at large, 2nd city is a WRESTLING company, we aren't here, or at least I'm not here to be fucking sports entertainer. I don't shit talk refs, I don't cheat and I do all my fighting face to face in the ring like a competitor, my partner is the same hence why he is my partner. But Romero and Young, you guys are the typical cancerous kind of bugs that make this place seem so much small than it is, it's guys like them who make this place a soap opera just like Spitfire.
He reaches behind his ear and pulls out a smoke lighting it quickly before continuing
But boys this isn't spitfire or PWX or one of the hundred other companies in the world that try and shock people, that try and pull in the kind of fat annoying wrestling fans who sit at home all day watching shit like "the days of our lives" or whatever. This is 2nd city wrestling a company thats making it's reputation on competition, this is a company where going round and as you idiots like to say "fucking shit up" only makes you look like cowardly untalented fools. See the reason our opponents this week decided to attack us is a very easy one to figure out, Ciserano and I are the sliced bread of tag team wrestling, we are strong, we are fast, we are exciting and explosive and unforgiving but above all else we are coming for the beard squad of the ink crew
He makes a gagging noise at this
Or whatever stupid name you man sized children are gunna call yourselves, and they will learn exactly what it means to face the most creatively devastating tag team in 2nd City. The beardy boys have made 3 very crucial mistakes, mistake number 1, the idiots attacked us then celebrated with Syco and Mercs tag titles like they belonged to me and Jordan. Mistake number 2, thinking attacking the uncrowned tag team champions of 2nd city wrestling would earn them anything but a swift and violent exit from this company and straight into a hospital bed and mistake number 3? Breathing, but I'm gunna fix that for both of you at rivalry when you face the artful dodger of professional wrestling, the new age libertine and the trained sniper of the superkick... BOOM HEADSHOT!
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We find ourselves sitting staring at the 2CW website with the mouse hovering over a play button, as the podcast begins static can be heard and then an accompanying pop up appears on the screen with the classic green writing running along a black screen with a message
Ladies and Gentlemen tonight will mark the Launch of Calibanned Pirate radio on the 2nd City website, please enjoy
A stolen theme song begins as the static fazes out
Caliban breaks in as the song ends
Ladies and Gentlemen and 2 particular little pussys who I hope are listening, hipsters listen to podcasts right? It's one of their things, but anyways I am here to deliver tunes and trash talk and I would like to start with certain rumours regarding the tag division in 2nd city, I have heard chatter about a tag tournament, really? Thats where they decided to go with this? Look we have proven ourselves time and again, we just beat Merc and Syco for god sakes, we were the last 2 members of an all star team at Cibernetico, they call us fast and rising but it's plain and simple, we are not rising we reached our destination. As I have told you all time and again this isn't me and Jordan's first time together, there is a reason I went to him, and I knocked on his door and said "hey man come work with me at 2nd city" we know what we are doing, what we are thinking and we know exactly what the other is capable of. There isn't a team in this company who can step up to us, we have shown that time and again and we will continue to show it by beating those 2 children who thought they would make themselves seen last week. They really have no idea what they stepped into do they? What is it they are saying? They want to fuck shit up? The only thing they are fucking up is their lives by pulling that shit last week, the hipster kids with the tattoos that piss Daddy off and made Mummy cry are going to be made examples of, while they come into this cocky and ridiculously over confident Ciserano and I are coming into it with the same mission we always have, raise the bar, put it higher than anyone else and can reach but us and then drop from that height on top of our opponents with whatever the fuck happens to come to us at the time. These guys won't know what hit them because half the time we don't know what we are gunna do next but boys 100 percent of the time it is brilliant and unpredictable and it never fails. My first hand picked track of the night goes out to all you tag teams who think you can even come close to what we can do
Look Im not gunna deny that I am pretty pissed about what went down at Battle for Bludhaven, I genuinely wanted to have a night where Syco and Merc got beat and it wasn't overshadowed by some bullshit back attack. But it is what it is and at least I didn't have to spend my time wondering who was next because quite frankly whether it is a match or a fight I am going to rivalry to kill a hipster
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Post by jordanciserano on Sept 6, 2014 2:28:14 GMT
"I'm the tower of power too sweet to be sour! I'm Funky Like a Monkey! Sky is the Limit and Space is the Place! -"Macho Man" Randy Savage
::The scene opens up to a unusually happy Jordan Ciserano in front of Wrigley Field. As fans of America's favorite pass time pile in Jordan remains standing in front of the building. With a lot on his mind even though his face shows that nothing is wrong. And then he begins.::
Hello everybody! How are you all doing on this fine evening? Well yet again I hope that you are feeling as phenomenal as I am, for this 2CW show is on “Hulu Plus” this week… ah I had to do it. The real reason I am so excited and just overall in a great mood is once again the team of Caliban and Ciserano conquered another tag team that is in our paths in becoming the top team every where known to man. Let me tell you this match was not an easy one; No. No. No. For at the Battle of Bludhaven we didn’t just defeat any tag team, but THE tag team champions of Spitfire.
::He raises his voice like a general who just won a war in the triumphant victory against the champions in Spitfire.:: This match let me tell you was no cake walk at all, Team Wade gave it their all and so we did we. And the match that everyone got to see was the direct result of hard work paying off. Team Wade came at us with the fire and the intensity that Caliban and I wanted. Falling right into our technical trap. To sum it all up for you because you and I [fans/ reader] don’t have all damn day, it was a smashing finish with a Ciserano Superkick right to the Jaw of one of those weird fellows. Three seconds later Caliban and I would win our greatest match… and then IT happened.
::His voice goes from high to low in a matter of seconds... like the end of the match.:: Another three seconds, or what felt like an eternity to me. The prized celebration that Caliban and I have been working for, for weeks and weeks was ruined. Some guys named “Ricky Pearce” and “Silas no not the famous one for the book Romero.” Then Ricky came for me, with no fear at all only because we did something that he could only wish he could do… But no it didn’t stop there.
::He moves is arms across his chest in an "X" manner pointing out the "no" in his statement as his face gets a little darker.:: Now let me tell you something, I am actually semi-okay with the attack. I mean they were just trying to prove a message, which I would say they successfully did. And IF and only IF they left it at that I would have absolutely have no problem with the lads. But them, being the ignoramuses which they are. Decided to show the ultimate sign of disrespect in spitting on the head’s of Caliban and I. A sign of no respect to us as wrestlers or basic human beings.
::He points to the ground in anger as his face turns into a cherry red color in fury and anger.:: This just proves to me that the stupidity is strong with these two because they did something that not many people have done in my ten-year career. This is through hundreds and hundreds of matches mind you. And that is to completely piss the fuck out of me. When I got backstage that night after beating the shit out of anything in sight something happened to me. That normal sweet, sweet taste of victory we would have had… turned into a taste that in many cases is much sweeter. The taste of Revenge!
::He screams in anger trying to vent his emotions without being too crazy in front of the crowd at Wrigley, but nothing can stop his infuriating rage.:: You blokes made a mistake that I am sure you will regret in the future because wither they knew it at that time or not, and I am surprised that they can read the card at this point, that they would have the privilege of facing Caliban and I in a tag match this Saturday at “Rivalry.” A fitting title if I may add. This match as I am sure it would have been would have been all business, Caliban and I would get to the ring, beat you, and that would be it. We are not here to brag and celebrate after we are here to simply win. But that is not the case now. What you two [Ricky and Silas] did was make this match personal on every level. And before I go any further let me quote a man that made “Macho” what it is today. “If you are lucky enough to step out of that ring with your career in tact and just a lose they are going to call you a lucky, lucky man!” I don’t think I could say it better myself, for now we are ready to get into the ring, beat the shit out of you, win, and walk away without turning our backs for you won’t even be worth the effort!
::He yells "I AM THE TOWER OF POWER!" and then comes back down to earth as his voice gets lower and his efforts seem more strategic now than before.:: Now that you have made Caliban and I angry I see that there is no way that you make it out of that ring alive, and in front of a wild and insane Chicago crowd you will be battered, and you will be beaten. If you still don’t believe me there is only two possible ways you don’t. Either you are drugged to hell and you can’t see straight or you are in so much denial that you cannot imagine the beating that you are going to be given by Caliban and I. Need further convincing boys? Consider this. Going into this match we have never lost a tag match, not a single one. So right now we have the momentum to beat two teams, let alone one. Right now, we are running so well as a team I would be surprised that if you two managed to get a single tag move on us. Caliban and I have the momentum of kings matched up with the motivation of warriors, and together any one we face is in the danger zone. RICKY! SILAS! With all the momentum we have, I am a million percent sure that we will defeat you in this match. Throw what you want at us… because nothing will work.
::He shakes his head "no" at the notion of Ricky and Silas winning this match with some strikes.::
One other thing we have going for us right now, is a wanting. A wanting to defeat Ricky and Silas to the ground, yes that defiantly is one of them. But there is another, and that is becoming the best that Chicago has ever seen! I am well aware that right now there is no gold to show for our tag achievements in 2CW. So Caliban and I will just have to wreck everyone in our way until they are forced to create and give us the titles. That is our wanting, to be so dominate that 2CW will have no other choice that to officially crown us king!
::He puts his hands to the shape of a crown and puts it on his head.::
Ricky, Silas. I hope you two are prepared for the beat down of a lifetime for you guys simply have no chance with the anger that you have provoked. I want you to bring your best for I want to beat your best to the ground and throw it in the trash! For your best will become nothing… but garbage. Best of luck mates.
::The puts the "crown" back on and walks away still angry and still going crazy in the distance as you hear him yell "I AM THE KING! As the camera turns to black."
::The next scene opens to Jordan Ciserano sitting down in a leather chair next to famous game-show and talk show host Regis Philbin [Just go with it]. You see Regis sit down near his oak wood desk overlooking his audience. He begins the conversation as Jordan attentively looks on. .::
Regis!: Hello and welcome to the “Regis Show!” The second most popular Regis show of all time! Today we have quite the show for you including the man sitting right next to me, Jordan Ciserano!
::The crowd applauds lightly at the arrival of Jordan, many not knowing who he is or why he is with Regis. Jordan waves to the crowd in recognition as Jordan begins to speak to Mr. Philbin..::
JC: Thank you everyone! Hello Mr. Philbin and thank you for having me.
RP: No problem Jordan, it is always a privilege to have an athlete on this show. It really is.
JC: That is great to hear because I am that man for you Regis!
RP: That is amazing to hear that you are in such a great mood, even though you were attacked… that’s right attacked by two men unknowingly after a tiresome match!
::The crowd "ooohhhs" in awe of the attack of Caliban and Ciserano. With Regis panning the crowd to do more.::
JC: I am trying to stay positive on a family show Regis, you gotta do it for the children I guess.
RP: Yes sir, now Jordan. How exactly did all of that fall out?
JC: My partner and best mate Caliban and I won a hard-fought and overall fun match, when all of a sudden one of the two guys came from behind and crashed me into the canvas.
::The crowd :ooohhhs" a little louder for the pain that was caused to Jordan at the attack.::
RP: That had to hurt! There is no way that it didn’t!
JC: Well, wrestlers hurt themselves every single day Regis so it was all in a day’s work.
::Jordan sits back in his chair trying to make the attack look like no big deal. The camera pans to the crowd who doesn't believe Jordan for a second.::
RP: But this was more vicious than a regular attack, they came out to send a message.
JC: And that they did, there is something more to that attack though.
RP: And what would that be?
::The crowd moves to the edge of their seats.::
JC: The spat in the face of Caliban and I.
::And the crowd goes mild at Jordan's response for his anger.::
RP: Really… that was it?
JC: It is something that sounds minor but it means a whole lot , just total disrespect on the guys who attacked us Ricky and Silas. Just no respect.
::Regis understands it.::
RP: I can see why, now. So how are you going to get back at these men, surly there is some way that you can get some revenge!
JC: Well revenge is the name of the game for Caliban and I, for at 2CW’s pay-per view “Rivarly” in Chicago! Exclusively on Hulu Plus! Where the suits up in 2CW have graciously given Caliban and I a match of revenge against Ricky and Silas. Where we vow to tear them apart.
RP: Ah, so there is a legal way to get back at them. That is always a good thing right there.
JC: Oh Yeah, it’s going to be one of the most dominate matches in a long time.
RP: Now Jordan, how can you be sure of this dominate victory Jordan? Nothing is written in stone.
JC: I know this because Caliban and I have been winning and winning so much that we have built up quite the momentum to win this match, right now we are in a groove of running fast and hitting harder all the time. So with all of that built up, we should be able to smash and crash our opponents.
RP: But these guys obviously have to have some momentum if they are willing to attack you, no one without it would!
JC: That brings me to the other reason. Those guys really pis… made me mad Regis, with anger comes energy. And in that energy will come in handy in this one.
RP: Well no doubt Jordan. I'm sure you will do great.
JC: Thank you Regis... hey, since you asked me so many questions... can I ask you one?
RP: I don't see why not.
::In his best Regis Philbin impression.::
JC: Who wants to be a millionaire!
::Regis face palms in a sarcastic way.::
RP: Everybody, JORDAN CISERANO!
::Jordan shakes Regis' hand and walks away as Regis laughs to himself and the camera turns to black.::
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