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Post by REDEFINE Pro on May 15, 2015 23:05:05 GMT
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Post by Jack Owyns on May 25, 2015 20:06:19 GMT
The footage was blurry and shaky. You couldn’t make out anything on-screen. A voice sounded in the background.
“Declan!”
The footage was as if you were looking through a person's eye, as the footage blinked, and the face of Jack came into view.
“DECLAN!”
The footage blinked two more times before staying open and focusing in on Jack.
“Wakie, wakie, motherfucker!”
The footage moved up, but Jack Owyns held out his hand to stop it and keep it below him.
“No, no, no, don’t get up; stay the fuck down. You took quite a fall there, you know. Impact, well shit man, it was devastating. What? You don’t remember, well, well, well no worries, that is why I am here, I am here to make you remember.”
Jack took a seat beside the camera.
“So there we were, the arena was packed to the tits. Idiots screaming and cheering the brawl in front of their eyes. Then, you thought, you could get the best of me, but I was all like, fuck that, and took a hold of you and introduced you with the mischief-maker. Your lights went out, and then? One. Two. THREE!”
Jack smirked, but the smirk was short lived and replaced by an expressionless look.
“So, you want facts, Declan, facts to why I will win this match at Revolution. Good, ’cause I got tons of facts for you. Since I came to 2CW, I’ve participated in five fuckin’ matches. Four wins, one loss. My only loss, I wasn’t even fuckin’ pinned. Nope. Now, let’s look at my wins… I beat James Silkk; I beat Jake Keeton; I beat you, Declan. Shit, faced you in a six-man tag match, and my team still got the better of your team.”
Jack stood up and began walking back and forth.
“You, Declan, what the fuck have you done? You beat Shaw, which the dude isn’t even that impressive. I teamed with that dumb motherfucker and had to carry him all around the ring. The dude is nothing. He only gets matches because he runs his mouth non-fuckin’-stop. Pariah will put an end to him, I already can see it. You pinned Keeton; so what? So did I. Do you think a single fuckin’ bone in my body trembles at the thought of facing you? Nah, man. Not one fuckin’ bit.”
Jack stopped, looking back down at the camera.
“Since our arrivals, besides you luckily getting that championship. I’m the only one to make a fuckin’ impact here. I’m the one who has brought more than anybody else. Put everything on the line, and fight to get what I wanted. Not begging for matches, dropping my name here and there, hoping for more, flaunting around all my fuckin’ championship; awards. I did none of that, but just showed up to fight, and Declan, it’s what I will do at revolution. Show up and fight, and WIN.”
The footage ended.
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Post by declanblack on May 27, 2015 13:58:02 GMT
*Declan Black, clad in an #EFedBulletClub tank top and black basketball shorts, and clutching his freshly shined 2CW Heavyweight Championship in his left hand, comes into view as the video feed begins, from a bench in Miami's Sun Life Stadium, taking a break from training. The face is solemn, serious. The time for joke making for the champion is evidently over. He begins speaking in a slow, measured, almost sad tone.*
Declan Black: Awfully shiny, isn't it? This 2CW Championship of mine. So shiny, in fact, that it's practically a mirror.
*He folds up the belt, then holds it in two hands at his waist, staring into it as if it will provide the answer to some unasked question.*
DB: You know what I see, when I look in this?
*His face turns just the slightest bit bitter, angry.*
DB: I see a man who dropped his guard. A man who allowed himself to fail. I see a man who dishonored the 2CW Championship by letting himself get pinned. Yes, it was a tag match. But every day that I strap this on, I'm strapping to me a set of ideals, of standards. I strap the ideology of 2CW to me with this belt. The dream of the #REvival of professional wrestling. And on Thursday night, I let that dream, that ideology, those ideals, those standards, and everybody who believes in all of it...I let everything down.
*He looks up, his eyes burning into the camera.*
DB: But what will you see, Jack? Because you can't see all that, that's just not you. To you, this is self-justification that you rebelled against all the shitty things that happened in your life, that you didn't just become the product of them. This is proof that you're stronger than what held you down for so long. That despite all that, you belong at the top of the mountain of professional wrestling.
But the sad thing is...you don't.
There's responsibility in this, in carrying and representing it, and the fact is-you've never taken responsibility in your life. When the going gets tough, you cop out. You find excuses.You drown it in a bottle. Maybe you drown it with drugs, I don't know. But you've never stood and fought. And as a person who's stood and fought against every adversity in my life, and despite how I may look, I've had a few...
You don't deserve this. Because this isn't an excuse. This is the aspiration to something greater, not only for you, not only for 2CW or Tribune, but for the entire industry. On Sunday, the age of excuses is over. For you, and for all. And Jack, and everybody else...
*Declan holds the belt to the camera one last time, before finishing in a voice barely above a whisper...*
The #AgeOfRevival has just begun.
*Declan gets up, ostensibly to return to training, leaving his belt on the bench. The last shot is a close-up of this...the richest prize in Second City Wrestling.*
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Post by Jack Owyns on May 28, 2015 6:41:39 GMT
The footage opens up to a shady-looking motel room, and at the center screen sits Jack Owyns.
“WHAT!?”
Jack Owyns chugs back a huge portion of whiskey and then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he slams the bottle on the table.
“WHAT!? Did I fuckin’ hear you right, did you…YES! You really did say that; fuckin’ didn’t you. When the going gets fuckin’ tough; I cop out. ME! Jack Owyns…Cops out? Are you kidding me, when; where have I ever cop out, huh? Fuckin’ tell me. You think you know me, you think you have me figured out but all you just proved Declan is this…You don’t know a single thing about me. You ain’t have a single clue.”
Jack burped, before grabbing the lid.
“I’m the guy – YES – who has fuckin’ fought his entire life, fought for everything. I’ve never ran away, I’ve never back down win or loss. I showed up ready, I showed up prepared and every WAR, I gave it fuckin’ everything. I’ve battled people who I’ve never ever had a chance against, men bigger than me, scarier than me, and fuckin’ crazier than I could ever dream of fuckin’ being. And do you want to know something, Declan?”
Jack tightened the lid back onto the bottle.
“No matter how many times I lost, guess what? I got right back fuckin’ up and asked for fuckin’ seconds, motherfucker. I never ran or hid. I confronted them face to face. To say I’ve had a hard fuckin’ life is bullshit. I’ve had an amazing life. You know why? It created the cold-blooded motherfucker who stands in front of you right now, this moment, something I’d never take fuckin’ back. Drugs and alcohol, why do they have to be about issues? Why the fuck can’t you just love them for no goddamn reason, huh?”
Jack looks at the bottle and then places it down on the table.
“Listen. Listening to you speak proves two things, man. You don’t have a clue what you are talking about, and you don’t understand the fuckin’ beating coming your way.”
Jack crosses his fingers together and stares blankly into the camera setup.
“I am a fuckin’ champion, more than you ever will be. More than anybody in the 2CW roster will be. You think people like you put people into those fuckin’ seats. No I do, people hate me, but they will come every damn week to watch me, watch and see if somebody will finally shut me the fuck up. I have everything; that makes a champion…The draw power, the fighter mentality, and the power to stir the pot, and leave you always thinking.”
Jack pushed himself up and brought his face within an inch of the camera.
“Declan? Choose your next words wisely.”
The footage cut out.
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Post by declanblack on May 28, 2015 14:49:02 GMT
*The following is a blog posted to DeclanBlack.com on May 27th, 2015.*
You know, Jack, you try to deny being a copout...then you prove me right. It's hilarious, man. I mean, not that your denials made sense to begin with, because dude, nobody gets arrested by choice. But you love drugs. You love alcohol. You don't need any of that shit, perish the thought! Jack Owyns is strong, Jack Owyns is fierce. Jack Owyns is a champion.
And that last thing made me laugh more than any joke I've heard in at least a decade. You're a champion? What in the hell makes you a champion? The not beating me in the three way? The getting publicly arrested and shaming the company? Oh, no, you “draw”, Jack. You “draw”, and that's why you should be champion. Except for the fact that I draw, too...and so do a good half a dozen people in the back. So what makes how you draw special?
You're not as offensive as Grayson Shaw. You're not as obnoxious as Ian Wright. You don't work half as hard as John Pariah did and does, and you definitely can't outwork the SCARS boys. Before your eyes, Jack, 2CW moved on. It EVOLVED. What you are is no longer shocking. And if you lose to me on Sunday, it might be a while before you find yourself on that marquee again. So that-when you call yourself a champion to make anybody believe you should be, despite no qualifications to be champion-is a copout.
“But I pinned Declan Black!” And you had a chance to win this title, too. You did not. I am the 2CW Champion, and until somebody beats me, that's how it's going to stay. I'm telling you now, Jack...it isn't happening on Sunday. I'm going to beat you, just like I beat Grayson Shaw. Just like I'll beat him again if he gets by John Pariah. And I don't need to sneak attack you to know that. I don't need to have another guy on the apron to tag to beat you.
I'm a better wrestler than you. I wield the Blackout, the most powerful move in professional wrestling. And as I've proven before, I don't even necessarily need that to win matches. I have an arsenal full of moves I can use to put you down. Hell, nobody's watched more tape than me...if necessary, I can pull out something that's never been seen in this country before. While you're busy in some bar, I'm training alongside the Miami Dolphins, getting in the best shape of my life
I'm going to be ready come Sunday, because I'm not about to have my show stolen from me by anybody. I'm going to be at my best. If you're not at your best, I'm going to humiliate you in the ring. You better be ready, Jack...because you can bet your last dollar that I will be. Mark my words...I will leave Chicago with my championship.
-DB
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Post by Jack Owyns on May 29, 2015 6:56:58 GMT
“Holy fuck. Hey Declan, ever hear the term grasping at straws? Well in case you haven’t, let me refresh your mind alright, fill you fuckin’ in: to depend on something that is useless; to make a futile attempt at something.
Being arrested means, you are a cop out? WHAT!? Are you kidding me…seriously is this dude for real? I cannot tell. I do drugs; I do alcohol so this means I’m a cop out? So tell me Declan, since you know so much about me, what the hell, am I running from huh? What am I quitting on huh? What am I giving excuses about huh?
Have I run from any opponent, or not shown up…hmm, let me check cause’ ole’ Declan Black knows me so well. Let me walk down memory lane, maybe, just maybe I fuckin’ missed something. Let’s see, I was set to face, Silkk, I showed up. I was set to face, you and Keeton, I showed up. Same goes for my next match with Keeton; I showed up. I was set to face, Bad Company and you again, I showed up. Shit maybe it’s the next match, let me see, I faced you and Pariah, HOLY FUCK! I showed up and pinned you. So where, tell me, in all of this have I copped out, huh? Come on tell me.
Oh I see, I get it now. You’re just trying to hype yourself up; that’s it eh? Tell yourself, because everybody reading this blog, everybody tuning into to watch REvolution knows you don’t fuckin’ stand a chance, and you as well know this. You can try and hide it, and make shit up as you go. To try and make, yourself feel better in defeat. Fuck you know what? I’m going to be like Declan Black, and make shit up. Have some fun with this. Oh boy, OH BOY!
I’m currently training with the Seattle Seahawks, with Greg Jackson, on the motherfuckin’ MOON! I don’t even need a space suit…I’m fuckin’ untouchable. I’m so god damn untouchable I went to the sun and roasted marshmallows off the heat. Then with my amazing cardio, space ran to Pluto and back – Oh, on the way I used my fist and deflected a comet on its way towards earth. No big deal though, just a normal day in the life of Jack Owyns, HA!
You can talk all the fuckin’ nonsense in the world Declan. Truth be, I’m more than ready to come to Chicago, and defeat you and take my championship. I will be at my best, don’t you worry about that, but when I am at my best, you motherfucker are nowhere even close to me. I’m at the top of the ladder while you are still reaching for the first step.
Bring everything you got, but in the end, it'll be nothing.”
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Post by declanblack on May 29, 2015 11:43:17 GMT
*The camera shows Declan Black finishing up some shuttle runs at Sun Life. He almost falls onto a nearby bench, and chugs some green apple Gatorade before turning to the camera and beginning to speak, an angry and annoyed look on his face.*
You can lead an ugly, stupid, full of itself horse to water, but you can't make him drink. Which you're proving in spades, Jack. Since I'm “grasping at straws”, how about you tackle my point? How are you a champion? You've called yourself one. But champions simply don't do the bullshit you kindly re-listed for me. Champions don't go a week without doing seemingly any kind of gym work, because we haven't seen you do anything athletic yet.
How do you plan on beating me, Jack, when I haven't lost in singles competition since July 28th of last year for NAPW? I've never failed to win in singles competition, period, in 2CW, a claim I can't make for you, because I was I've made it my business to make myself in better mental and physical shape than my opponent. Yes, you earned special attention by pinning me in our tag team match. So for that reason, I'm determined to be in the best shape I can be for our match on Sunday, just to beat you.
That's what a champion does, Jack. And what a champion doesn't do is call themselves a champion without evidence to prove it. What, does beating me in that tag match constitute your evidence? Because if it did, hey, there'd be a lot of champions out there. You have to live like a champion to be one. You have to sacrifice of yourself, give everything you have, to be and remain a champion. Did you catch my promo that talked about my schedule as champion? You could never do that. You're just too damn selfish.
*He picks up his championship title, conveniently folded on the bench next to him, and holds it up for the camera.*
You copped out when you threw out the word “champion” like it was a goddamn buzzword. And you connected it to...let's see here... your “draw power”. Lot of people draw here. I draw, Pariah draws, Grayson Shaw fucking draws. Drawing isn't an argument you can make here. The “fighter mentality”? Idiot, EVERYBODY'S GOT THAT! WE FIGHT HERE! THAT'S OUR JOB! And finally, “the power to stir the pot, and leave you always thinking”. You know, that thing Ian Wright laps you on. That thing Grayson Shaw is way better than you at. You're not the best at any of it, Jack. And you've failed to tell or show me or anyone else why you're the best at anything at all.
I am a champion, THE champion, Jack. And I don't need bullshit claims to prove it. You'll find the proof strapped to my waist on Sunday, right before I beat you.
*Declan sets his belt down, takes another slug of Gatorade, and heads back to train.*
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Post by Jack Owyns on May 29, 2015 16:14:08 GMT
You haven’t lost in singles competition since July 2015; shit, man, pat yourself on the back. Go right ahead…. Wait; isn’t NAPW a once a month show, so what, isn’t that like 6 or 7 matches you have won? Oh my god, that’s so impressive, HA! Get real man, you need a month, a month, preparation for a match to muster up a 6 or 7 win streak. I’ve gone 4 and 1 here, and my only loss, I wasn’t even fuckin’ pinned.
You’ve taken the easy road over the last year while I’ve been wrestling every damn week since August 2014. You think I don’t fuckin’ train because I don’t broadcast for the world to see. Do you think I maintain this body just off drugs and alcohol? Well man, you’re even dumber than you look.
Throwing out the word championship makes me a cop out? That doesn’t even make sense. All you’ve done, with every entry, is try your hardest to twist my words and make something out of nothing.
"I have everything that makes a champion: the draw power, the fighter mentality, and the power to stir the pot and leave you always thinking."
Yep, I fuckin’ said that. I said, "I." Do you see that, where I said, "I"? Now, where did I say I’m the best, and nobody else fuckin’ even comes close? WHERE? Point it out to me, ‘cause, you moron, in that sentence, all I was talking about was myself.
BUT JACK, you said, “I am a fuckin’ champion, more than you ever will be. More than anybody in the 2CW roster will be. You think people like you put people into those fuckin’ seats. No, I do. People hate me, but they will come every damn week to watch me; watch and see if somebody will finally shut me the fuck up.”
But none of that makes sense to you. So how about this: Why am I a champion? ‘Cause I take the fuckin’ time to learn and study my opponent. The moment we step into the ring one-on-one, I’ve already gotten you figured out, and I already have you beaten. I don’t make shit up or exaggerate points.
I don’t need some rip-off bullet club behind me, either. I stand alone and fight alone. I show up every week and give it everything I've got. People hate me, but no matter what, they know I’m dependable. They know, no matter what the match is, I would be there to fight. I will give it my all; can you say the same. Since 2CW, have you even given it your all as I have in the ring? We both know the answer is no, not like I have.
I am a fuckin’ champion, and you can deny it all you want, but come REvolution the people will see a true champion walk out: me.
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Post by declanblack on May 30, 2015 3:26:47 GMT
*The following is a blog post to DeclanBlack.com, made on May 29th, 2015.*
Y'all looking forward to #Revolution? Less than 24 hours now...
Calling yourself a champion is a foolish thing to do. And I used to do it, I won't lie. At the time, it seems like, yeah, it's just a belt, it doesn't change too much. But then you win it, and it does. Despite what Jack Owyns seems to have deluded himself to think most recently, not everybody can be THE champion. You have to have a special set of intangibles that very few in our industry have.
A champion has to be the guy who outworks everybody in the ring, and outside it. A champion has to give up his life to be the hood ornament of the company he represents. You have to be the best. And Jack, beyond everything we've said to each other, everything we've done, one fact remains constant. I am the best. You are not now, nor will you ever be, the best. And Sunday is no exception, which I'm going to personally prove to you. But I'm going to stop talking about Jack Owyns directly, because one, I've done it a lot in the past week, and two, a much discussed subject is at hand, and of course, I've got to put in my two cents on it.
They say the Heritage Classic is the real main event. It's gonna steal the show. And this isn't meant as a shot to any of the guys in that, because I like the SCARS guys a lot, and I think Ian Wright should be commended, regardless of whether or not you like his politics, not only for walking into a match against three stablemates that all hate him, but for doing maybe the best promos of anybody right now. But the names on the marquee are still Jack Owyns and Declan Black. The marquee prize is the 2CW Heavyweight Championship. This is our show, and while I can't speak for Jack, I'm certainly not about to have my spotlight stolen by anybody.
That's one of the reasons I have to be at my best come Sunday, because there's no room to screw up. This is our main, we've got to go and earn it and prove why we're the main event, and just why this belt is the premium prize in professional wrestling today. Win or lose, though I certainly expect to win, this thirty pounds of leather and gold is going to mean more when it leaves Chicago than it did when it arrived. Black vs. Owyns is going to be a main event that ascends the prestige of what it means to be the Second City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, no matter what happens.
Black vs. Owyns is the #Revolution main event, and there will be no question of that. Just like there'll be no questions left when Declan Black walks out, STILL the Second City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion.
-DB
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