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Post by REDEFINE Pro on May 3, 2015 1:39:30 GMT
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2015 19:09:36 GMT
The dos screen as usual precedes a Caliban promo, the green cursor sits blinking waiting to go to work
Opportunity, the reason anyone anywhere has gotten anything in this life, you cannot ascend without someone showing you where the next set of steps is, if taken an opportunity can take you one step closer to the ultimate goal, for us that goal is the 2nd City title
Old Man Adeus
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We open on Caliban Standing with his arms crossed wearing the usual black hoodie with the hood up, over the bottom half of his face is a bright orange bandana, behind him is a promotional backdrop for Redefines Trios Warfare Main event, as he speaks he crosses his arms. His body language exuding pride and confidence
Caliban: You know why I love this company? Because no matter what big companies you work for That main event right there is better than anything they are doing this week, THAT IS THE KIND OF SHIT THAT MAKES A MULTI MILLION DOLLAR WRESTLING COMPANY LOOK B CLASS!
He laughs out loud for several seconds
Caliban: But lets get down to buisness, Jack Owyns we would be proud to have you as an Honorary DBV for the evening, the 3 of us are on our set paths, nothing will change in that respect no matter the outcome. But if I get a shot at Black during this match I am taking it, you see you have one goal this week, good for you, get a nice little bit of momentum going into revolution but for me and Jordan if we pin a member of Bad Company there is the momentum but if we pin Declan Black then thats a whole other of kettle of fish if he some how beats you on Saturday night but really man? You got this
He pulls the bandana off his face revealing a sinister smile, perfect white teeth accent it from cheek to cheek
Caliban: On to the boys in bad company, lets get down to brass tax here, if that match had been a one fall to a finish match then the 2nd City tag titles would be coming home with us, now don't get me wrong you beat us fair and square and better than anyone else ever has in those last 2 falls but thats just how this rivalry has been, at revival you didn't get pinned by us, at Redefine 1 we won a traditional wrestling match with you guys to start things off. To put it bluntly we both have irrelevant arguments to help make us sleep better at night, of course the belts helped but thats ok because you know what helps even more? The chance to be the only 2 time and the 1st ever 2CW tag champs, thats how you define a legacy, a legendary stance in a company like this and we will get there I swear to you, Don't believe me? Just watch... INCOMING!
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Post by Jack Owyns on May 6, 2015 20:56:17 GMT
Nothing special; the camera is on, and Jack Owyns is lighting a cigarette. Look at this fool, and by fool, I’m only talking one particular motherfucker here – Declan Black. Putting my, MY, 2CW championship on the line, and then accepting a challenge for Redefine:004. See now, there are two problems I see with this very situation, two big problems. One, Declan, I do not remember giving you fuckin’ permission to put my championship on the line. Second, this little tidbit of information Grayson spat from his mouth.
“Maybe i'll leave @jackowyns some.”
Motherfucker, who says I’m going to even allow Declan Black to walk out of Redefine:003 intact. Come Redefine:004, Grayson Shaw, you won’t have an opponent unless you make a trip to the hospital.
Jack disguises his speech in sentence, not missing a beat. YES, YES, I’m here to find Declan Black after Jack the Villain Owyns fucked him up from here to kingdom come in the main event on Redefine:003.
He changes his voice. Sorry sir, but Declan Black is in an induced coma. He’s NOT GOING TO MAKE IT.
Jack drops the voice act, returning to his normal fiery self. See, Declan Black, maybe, just fuckin’ maybe instead of focusing on the next show, maybe, oh I don’t know, maybe you should focus on the goddamn match in front of you when you got me and Death by Velocity knocking on your fuckin’ doorstep. This is what you should be worried about when you come to Chicago, and in under five minutes—Make it two minutes—after you step into that ring, I show the world watching that you really are just a talentless hack who luckily wiggled himself free and outsmarted an old washed-up bastard—yes, I am referring to Jake Keeton—and won a championship he didn’t deserve in this first place.
But whatever. Listen, folks, want a taste of what’s going to happen at Revolution, a little sneak fuckin’ peak? Tune in on May 9th, people, when I beat Declan Black and the tag team Bad Company here, and then there, and then fuckin’ everywhere.
Jack pauses for a second, finishing the cigarette that was wasting away. Death by Velocity. Yeah, you two. You might be my partners this week, but I’ve always said I don’t want fuckin’ partners; I don’t need partners. I’m a lone wolf. However, this week, I’m going to change things up and for once accept two people as partners—for one week only, that is. So don’t get greedy, boys, and follow me, and I will guarantee you a win this Saturday. Screw up, cost me a loss on my record, and I will bring the fires of Hell to your doorstep.
Saturday night, we prove why those who are champions are undeserving and why the contenders are the rightful champions.
Jack flipped the camera off before it faded to black.
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Post by nighthawk on May 7, 2015 12:48:15 GMT
As Nighthawk sits down Indian-style in front of his Chicago house, his 2CW World Tag Team Title over his left shoulder, the “Wrestling Machine” slowly closes his eyes. Clad in a black Negro Navarro t-shirt, blue leather pants, and black work boots, Nighthawk opens his eyes and smiles.
Nighthawk: “This championship is all I ever wanted. I wanted to be a Tag Team Champion, and I wanted to do it with the man that I believe is the best partner I could have.
But, as the old proverb goes, heavy is the head that wears the crown. This is the week that we form a golden trio with Declan Black and try and prove a point to Death by Velocity and Jack Owyns.
First off, to Death by Velocity, I know what you’re thinking. After you lost the tag team titles, you probably went home and ran through the match in your mind start to finish trying to figure how it all went wrong and where. But we told you. We told you that we were going to win, and we did. And speaking on behalf of Bad Company, I tell you this. We will be fighting champions. We won’t just sit on our titles and be dragged in front of the championship committee to schedule a defense. As soon as you want, we’ll give you a title shot. You’ve earned it. Former Champions, no. 1 contenders now. This week, I hold no anger towards you. This is just a match, a match Bad Company and Declan Black are going to win, but a match nonetheless.
That brings me to Jack Owyns, however. I understand your self-importance, Jack. I get it. But this week, you’re going to learn why we’re the World Tag Team Champions. Get ready.
Goodnight gentlemen. May sleep give you the courage to go on.”
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Post by Jack Owyns on May 7, 2015 21:03:15 GMT
The footage opens up to an abandoned parking lot. Standing in the middle of the parking lot, looks a very bored, and even unhappy Jack Owyns. He taps the glass shield of his watch with his index finger a couple times before raising the watch to his ear and listening for a second. "Dead."
He mumbled the word, and as he mumbled the word a tumbleweed came rolling across the parking lot. Followed by another one, and then another. Jack kicked one of the tumbleweeds, as he made his way toward the camera. “Kind of fitting don’t you think? I think so. Three fuckin’ weeks, I’ve faced the quietest wrestlers on this planet, and you want to know something. This shit don’t set well with me; I’m the type of guy that not only craves a war inside that fuckin’ square circle, but craves a good old fashion war of words leading up to the epic showdown."
Jack runs his right hand through his hair. "So, what am I suppose to fuckin do, huh? Well, there is only one option left to do, ‘cause there is only one man that will give me the back and forth I desire, and that person is me. So…"
Jack stretches his neck to the right; to the left. He cracks his knuckles as he takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. When he speaks again, his voice has changed, and, in a sad accent, he tries to sound like Declan Black. "Hello, you may know me as Declan, and I am the heavyweight champion of some unheard of, shitty fed called NAPW and also, matter of fact, I am your current 2CW Champion. YIPPEE! I’m also a rich spoiled brat, had everything bought for me, and I’m going to do the world a huge favor and make that so-called villain go to sleep, ‘cause I’m Declan Black, and—"
Jack dropped the accent and returned to his own voice. "Shut the fuck up. I’ve heard your story, and in my 12-year career, I’ve come across many carbon copies. Many have tried to shut me up, but as you can see, and it’s obviously quite clear… I’m still here wrestling, and I’m still here talking. Declan, know this: I will make a fool out of you in that ring.
Now, Nighthawk, the only person on that team that broke the silence. Good on you, man, good on fuckin’ you. However, you should have just kept your fuckin’ mouth shut. Self-importance, you got that right, I’m the most important person 2CW has signed on. But you want to know what you got wrong. Yes, you got one fuckin’ fact wrong. The part where you told me I’m going to fuckin’ learn why you are the world tag team champions. You know, what I will learn is why Bad Company and Declan are not champions, far from them."
End.
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Post by nighthawk on May 7, 2015 22:57:40 GMT
As Nighthawk parks his car outside the Wrestle Factory in downtown Chicago, the "Wrestling Machine" fastens his World Tag Team Title belt around his waist. Still clad in the same clothes from earlier, he opens his eyes and we see a fire and disgust in there that we haven't seen before.
Nighthawk: "Let me be clear about something, Mr. Owens. You can continue to go on and on about what Jason Aries and I aren't, and what Bad Company isn't, until your tongue runs dry and your throat goes numb. That was none of my business. But when you take time out of your busy schedule to try and float lies about me out there, don't think i'm not going to hear about it.
See this? (Nighthawk holds his tag team title in view of the camera.) This makes me a champion. Furthermore, your partners signed a contract for a title match to be held under 2-out-of-3 falls. They knew what they were getting into. They knew they had to beat us twice. They couldn't. End of story. That makes us champions.
And if you want to know what makes Bad Company WORTHY of being the World Tag Team Champions, see us in the ring. We will only be all too happy to show you.
And when you feel the Pressure Drop drive the air out of your lungs, you'll know. When we hit you with so many Adrenaline Rushes your heart feels like it will pop out of your chest, you'll understand. Remember, Declan, Company's Here. And we're staying until WE decide to leave.
Goodnight. May sleep give you the courage to go on."
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