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Post by REDEFINE Pro on Aug 24, 2014 21:00:41 GMT
Singles Exhibition: Johnny Ajax vs Brock Whitworth
In a match that was made via Twitter, Johnny Ajax returns to 2CW-to face the debuting Brock Whitworth in singles action! This is a special exhibition match, as both men are looking to revitalize their careers in the Second City Arena!
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Post by Johnny Ajax on Aug 31, 2014 17:09:33 GMT
[The scene opens up to Ryan Kidd, Adam Stryker, Johnny Ajax, Brock Whitworth, and Jason Richards all sitting at a table, inside of a trendy restaurant, in downtown LA. Ajax stands and raises his glass] Ajax: Tonight is a very special night. Since we first announced Scars, many moons ago. The four of us have become family. Adam, I was honored to be in your wedding. Jason, you and I have became even closer, even though we've had to kick each others asses a few times in the process. And Brock, I didnt really know you beforehand, but now I can truly call you one of my best friends, and a true friend. And tonight, we bring in Ryan to our group. Our brotherhood, because throughout it all, Ryan has been there for us. He's always had our back when the shit hit the fan. So welcome aboard, Brother! [The 5 finish the toast, by bringing their drinks together.... and chugging them quickly. The 5 men celebrate as the camera fades in transition to Johnny Ajax sitting alone on the apron of the main ring of the Northwest Wrestling Academy. He looks down at the floor before he starts speaking.] Ever since I asked for Brock at Rivalry, Everyone's burning question is always the same: "Does this mean that Scars is done?" "Are you guys falling apart?" The simple answer is: Of course not. You see, just because two brothers fight, doesnt mean the family falls apart. In fact, you can just look at my history with the rest of my brethren. Adam and I have bloodied and battered each other so many times, we keep the medical industry in business. We've trained and kicked each other around more times than I can count. Jason? One time. We've only wrestled each other one time... Officially. Officially, Jason and I had a 45-minute war where I walked away with two broken ribs, and he had a missing tooth and a busted oribital bone in his eye. It was an instant classic, and to this day people still ask me when Ajax/JR II will happen. Maybe sometime soon. Maybe not. Thats up to him at this point. Unofficially? We've had our fair share of bumps in bruises. We've came to blows, we've kicked ass together. Our relationship is stronger than ever and only continues to get stronger with every day that we roll together. Mr. Kidd and myself have shared more rings than Elizabeth Taylor and her 20 husbands, or however many times she got married... I have countless scars on my body from our matches and Im not quite sure I can think of a man whose moves have caused me as much sheer pain as his. Too many kicks.. Not fun... So I apologize to all of you fucking smarks out there, who were hoping for some sort of breakdown in Scars. Some sort of fallout, there is none. Scars is stronger than ever. One more match will NOT change that. But this brings me to my toughest question, leading up to this match: How do I prepare for Brock? You see, thats another advantage we have as a group, in Scars: Each one of us has our own distinct advantages that we bring to training, and in the ring. Adam, is the technical wizard. A wrestling Machine. If one of us is taking on a grappler, Adam can help us scout out what holds they'll be looking for and any viable counters that we could apply. A walking encyclopedia on the game, Adam is a numerous time champion, for a reason... JR is the best brawler in the game... Sorry, Pariah... Jason has taught me how to make every strike I throw more effective. Every pucnh, precise. Every Kick, a potential Knockout.. Facing more of an all rounder? Call up the Kidd. Has a move ever been done? He knows it. Need to turn defense to offense? Ryan knows every counter in the book, and even wrote a few himself.. And if the boys ever need a gameplan for a highflyer, a luchador, they call me. If they have a speed demon standing across from them, I show them how to dance with their opponent, properly. But when it's the toughest of the tough, the muscle: You call in Brock... So now I have to ask myself one question: How do I train for the muscle of my brothers? Adam, Ryan, and JR can't match Brockie's pure power, and to be quite honest, I dont know of too many people whom I'd trust enough to help me in a match of this Magnitude.
Student: Alright Mr. Ajax, I'm outta here.
Ajax: Sounds good buddy. Take it easy!
[The student heads out and Ajax turns his attention back to camera]
That guy... He's going to go places in this business... He's good.... Really good...
But you see, he's not as good as you are Brock. He reminds me a lot of you, Brockie. He's got all of the potential in the world and will be a champion someday, but he can't help me against you...
There's always been something different about you that seperates you from the typical Muscle Man, and I have until September 6th to find out what it is.
And when I do, you and I both know that you won't stand a chance against me... Nothing personal,Brock. You know that. And when it's all set and done.... When the final bell rings, we'll hug it out. And go kill the town of Chicago.
But please promise me one thing Brock...
Please...
Don't pick up anymore fat chicks...
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Post by brockwhitworth1 on Sept 4, 2014 1:11:29 GMT
Chicago’s O’Hare Airport is one of the busiest in the world. Thousands upon thousands of people pass through it’s terminal every day. The scene comes up on a gate, the board by the terminal shines a bright, annoying red. It reads:
ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY[/b]
As the many passengers file off of the plane, Brock Whitworth comes into view, as he heads up towards the gate. He is dressed in a business shirt, slacks, and sunglasses. He flips his glasses up and looks at his phone. He frowns, then stuffs the phone in his pocket and heads towards baggage claim. As he makes his way through the large, cumbersome, crowd, Brock’s size becomes apparent. The 6’3”, 225 lbs. Aussie demands space as he jostles past much smaller passengers. Finally making it to the baggage claim, Brock’s phone buzzes and he quickly checks his pocket. A smile comes over his face, and he quickly puts the phone away as he hoists his bag off the carousel and runs off to the front of the airport. Outside, Ryan Kidd waits in a yellow sports car, and is smiling wide. He sees Brock in a suit and giggles. He cups his hand over his mouth and yells:
Ryan Kidd: Fat guy in a little coat!
Brock notices Ryan and smiles. He heads over to the car, drops his bag, and the two men embrace.
Brock: Look at you! It’s good to see you, brother.
Ryan: Look at me? Look who went all corporate!
Brock: Haha, hey man, I needed money. I don’t see no shame in that mate.
Ryan brushes Brock off with a laugh and puts Brock’s bag in the trunk. The two men hop into the car and head off into the Chicago traffic. The two men sit in silence for a few minutes before Brock breaks the silence.
Brock: So, are you going to tell me where we’re going, or are you going to bring me into the woods and murder me.
Ryan: Oh, sorry. We’re headed to the hotel. Jason is waiting there for us with some food. Figured we could have a quick meal before I bring you to the gym
Brock takes a long pause before asking about the white elephant in the room
Brock: And Johnny? Where does he stand on this?
Ryan half shrugs at Brock
Ryan: Johnny will be at the gym, no doubt. I don’t think he’s here for pizza though. He’s real set on this match with you.
Brock laughs.
Brock: Well, I know we’ve both been waiting for this for almost a year. It’ll be a fun match, that’s for sure.
Ryan: You pretty confident?
Brock: Well, sure. But so is he. We’ve trained with each other non-stop over the past 18 months. If nothing else, we know each other inside and out. Honestly, with my new job from Boardwalk, and the fact that I’m going to be stepping out of the ring for a little while after this, my goal here is to just have fun with it while I can. It’s been a dream of mine to wrestle Johnny since we first met. We clicked better than the rest of the guys, so to be able to have a real live match against him is a world come true. Especially at 2CW, and to have the rest of the boys on the card with us.
Ryan nods, thinking. Suddenly he turns abruptly onto a side street.
Ryan: Woah, sorry, I didn’t notice the street. Anyway, we’re here.
Brock climbs the stairs of the hotel and before he can get to the top, Jason Richards bursts out of the doors with his arms open.
Jason: Well, don’t you look good kid! Nice new suit, clean shaven, everything you could ask for!
Brock: Oh, you son of a bitch!
The two men embrace and begin talking a mile a minute. Ryan Kidd stands there, looking cockeyed at the two friends, before finally breaking them up and ushering them inside.
Ryan: C’mon boys, I don’t know about you, but I’m starving! We’ll have catch-up time later at the gym.
The men head inside and immediately head to the room. There, they eat pizza to their hearts content, and talk about old, embarrassing matches. The three friends laugh as they devour slice after slice. An hour later, the pizza is gone and all men sit on the ground, on the verge of a food coma. Ryan pipes up before anyone can fall asleep.
Ryan: So, I have to know, what are you most worried about when facing off against Ajax?
Brock wracks his brain but, in the end, he shrugs.
Brock: I think the question is more: What am I not afraid of? He’s strong, his motor goes for days, and I’m fighting in his backyard. It’s not like I can call him a piece of shit, and talk about how I’m going to kick his ass all day because we’re mates, and I know it’ll all roll off his back. I can tell you that not one person is leaving that ring without missing teeth and bruises, but it’s all I expect from him. Honestly, I’m just anxious at this point, and I’m excited to see how it’ll play out. I’m just looking for a hell of a fight, and I know Johnny will give that to me.
Ryan nods, and slowly gets up. He heads over to the closet and throws a 2CW hoodie at Brock, and smiles.
Ryan: Well, c’mon superstar. I know there’s no way you’ll win if you don’t train and, after that last meal, we all could use a couple extra hours in the gym. I’ll drive!
Brock shoots Ryan a sideways glance, remembering the harrowing trip from the airport.
Ryan: Oh, come off it asshole. It was one turn, get over it!
Brock shoots a wide smile towards Ryan, and reluctantly gets up. He helps Jason off the floor as the men head out of the door and off to the gym
TO BE CONTINUED
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