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Post by REDEFINE Pro on May 30, 2015 21:16:39 GMT
Champions X Challengers: 2CW Champion Declan Black & 2CW Heritage Champion Johnny Ajax vs Jack Owyns & Ian Wright
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Post by Johnny Ajax on May 31, 2015 14:24:08 GMT
(Camera opens to Johnny Ajax sitting backstage, alone, with the heritage title draped across his lap. )
I don't know if it's fully set in yet. I don't know if I fully realize what I did last night, what I have accomplished, and more importantly, who I beat to do it.
I mi beat three of the very best wrestlers in the world last night. THREE of them. Yes, that includes you Ian. I've never had one person prove me wrong, so quickly. You earned my handshake last night my friend and I hope that you and I have a chance to go one on one some day, but this week, it appears were in tag action together.
But I'll state the obvious lack you and your partner have: chemistry.
You guys are just two guys, the top two contenders for the two titles in this company. No experience, no teamwork, no chemistry.
Declan and I? Well... I'm sure what we have planned will come full circle in due time. And when it does, the wrestling world will never be the same...
But now I know, the target is now squarely on my back now. And i accept, and encourage all challengers.
Ian wright. Jason Richards, Brock Whitworth, John Pariah, Grayson Shaw, Jack Owyns. I don't mind who, if you want a shot at my title, all you have to do is ask.
But Declan, my brother. The target on your back is just a bit larger than mine. And I expect the same courtesy extended to me, like the one I offered everyone else. In due time of course. Let's take care of these two. But brother,
I'm hoping to see you in July.
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Post by Ian Wright on May 31, 2015 17:19:06 GMT
INT. CHICAGO UNIVERSITY MEDICAL CENTER - PATIENT ROOM - EVENING (FOLLOWING REVOLUTION)
Our scene opens up in a room inside Chicago University Medical Center, where we find a very cranky IAN WRIGHT, bandaged and bed-ridden. He adjusts in his bed repeatedly, trying to get comfortable, but to no avail.
He grabs hold of the remote attached to his bed-- the one used to summon the nurse. When she doesn't appear immediately, Ian lets out a horrific bark.
IAN Nurse!
A moment later, NURSE RICHMOND appears. She looks tired, frazzled and not too happy to be there-- as if Ian has not been the easiest of patients.
NURSE RICHMOND What is it now, Mr. Right?
IAN I need another pillow!
NURSE RICHMOND We have no more pillows to give you.
IAN Nurse Richmond, I don't ask a lot for my labor-- labor, mind you, that was aimed at ridding this city of its undesirables and making it a better place-- for your and your family, Ms. Richmond. All I ask is a respectable level of comfort while I tend to my battle wounds. Is that too--
Ian is cut off by a gruff female voice.
VOICE Oh will you please stick a fucking tampon in it already!
Ian looks up to see his sister, the vulgar Pride Pro Wrestling competitor CATHY CRASS, peering in from the room.
IAN Oh for the love of all that is unlovable-- who let her in? Security! Get security!
Nurse Richmond looks to Cathy.
CATHY You can run along-- I've got this.
Nurse Richmond leaves. Cathy moves next to her brother in bed. The siblings, whose personalities couldn't be any more polar opposite, have a rather peculiar relationship.
CATHY Feeling okay?
IAN My right shoulder's killing me from that fall from the ladd--
Cathy winds up and slugs Ian directly in the right shoulder.
IAN Yeeooowww!!!!
Cathy starts laughing.
CATHY I've wanted to do that for a long time.
Ian rubs his shoulder.
IAN Not funny, sis. I've let down the Second City Executive Team. They entrusted me to take out that trio of menaces, take home the gold, and restore morality to the comp--
CATHY Has it occurred to you that the "Executive Committee" doesn't give a fuck about your mission to restore value to this company?
IAN Language!
CATHY Has it occurred to you that perhaps it wasn't coincidence that they put you in against three fighters aligned by "brotherhood."
IAN Are you saying they wanted me to fail? That's ridiculous.
Cathy pauses, shrugs.
CATHY I'm sure you're right.
IAN I am right.
CATHY And I'm sure the insurmountable odds of your last match was just an anomaly.
IAN It was just an error in match making on their part.
CATHY Of course. They didn't mean to stack the deck against you. Oh, by the way, while you were being rushed to the hospital, they announced your next match: you're taking on Johnny Ajaz and Declan Black.
Ian considers it.
IAN Fair enough.
CATHY Oh, and your Your tag team partner is Jack Owens. Beat.
IAN Oh poop.
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Post by Jack Owyns on Jun 2, 2015 4:32:48 GMT
The footage opens up, and Jack Owyns, stands with his back to the camera as he faces a wall, scattered with pictures from top to bottom. After a closer look, the pictures on the wall include 2CW superstars, employees, and the head honcho's. Jack begins.
“Holy fuck! Chemistry? You want to talk about how Ian and I don't have any chemistry, but you and Declan do? Hey moron, let me give you a word of advice; just because you both won on the same night - luck of the draw - and both you clowns; one retained; one won on the same evening, doesn't give you chemistry.
See Ajax, you want to bring up chemistry, talk fuckin’ CHEMISTRY. Me and H-E double hockey sticks over there, Ian Wright. Have known OF each other since August 2014. Shit including this, have wrestled in three of the same feds – IWA; Wrestletown; and 2CW. We know, what the other can do in the ring, we fuckin' know each other’s weakness, and shit, we know each other's strengths.
You say, you beat three right? Three of the best wrestlers in the world last night. You know what, AJAX! I call horseshit on this claim, because truth be told, if you had stepped in the ring last night with three of the greatest wrestlers in the world – you wouldn’t be standing here; champion, I can fuckin’ guarantee you that."
But, want know something, I could give a shit about you, Ajax, or your damn second tier title. You plus title equals a big hole of nothingness to me.
Now Declan, oh, Declan, how you got fuckin’ lucky.”
Jack turns around.
“I dropped the ball; I wasn’t one hundred percent coming down to that ring. But, I will tell you this, here on fuckin’ out, I am coming back on war path to claim my championship. So, play around with the kiddies in 2CW because Grayson Shaw, that is all he is: child’s play.
Redefined 006: I’m bringing you to hell and the week after that and fuckin’ after that. I’m not going away, and I’m coming back for what is mine. You never deserved that championship and you still fuckin’ don’t.
Declan, you have a war coming to your doorstep you never imagined, and if any fucker, Pariah, Shaw, Wright, Ajax or whoever else, may think THEY deserve a shot, I will fuckin’ tear them all to shreds and spit them out like the talentless HACKS they are.
You will never beat me again, and that’s just FACT! Since I’ve been here, I forgot something along the way; I forgot my moniker: The Villian. The name was given to me way back. Well, I’ll tell you this now, I will never forget why they gave it to me, and I’m going to show ever fuckin’ soul that receives a paycheck why I am the one true Villian. No one is safe now.”
The footage ended.
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Post by Johnny Ajax on Jun 2, 2015 15:10:09 GMT
(Johnny Ajax is shown in what appears to be a basement)
You know Jack, you've sure got a huge mouth for a guy who can't get the job done. Guys like you are what piss me off the most in this business.
Let's look at what you did on Saturday, shall we? You showed up, your match got bumped off the main, by the match that should've had the title, and main event status the whole time: Mine. And how did that go for you, Jack? You lost. One fall, and you couldn't get the job done. Declan knocked your ass out cold and pinned you. You are in no position to talk, Jack.
Go ahead and bitch and moan some more, Owyns. You had your chance, now get back to where you belong, and that's at the bottom of the food chain.
Oh, and Ian, don't think I forgot about you. I'm getting sick and tired of your two-faced bullshit as well. As soon as the match is over, you shake my hand, but once its over and your back in your sound stage, you had to act like the pretentious dick you truly are. Now I have no idea who that broad is, but I'm sure she would be fun to party with, and I think Brockie could finally get laid with her.
Make up your mind Ian. Are you my equal, a true contender to my title, or are you a fake? An actor? I took just as many bumps as you did, and where am I? I'm back in the gym, getting ready to defend my title, after Declan and I take care of your punk asses, one last time.
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Post by Jack Owyns on Jun 3, 2015 5:51:38 GMT
The scene opens up, and Jack Owyns stands inside an empty 2CW arena, dead center of the ring.
“Okay listen here Ajax, and listen fuckin’ carefully. Are you listening, boy? Cause’ what I’m about to do, is break down everything in our upcoming match, to why you will lose come Saturday. It’s quite fuckin’ simple.
First, your partner Declan Black want to know something about him. He is what you can call a SELFISH champion. See Declan, he doesn’t show up when the match doesn't count, Declan only shows up when his championship is on the line. I’ve faced him in two tag team matches, BOTH of which, Declan pretty much gave nothing for effort. And you want to know something, both times, the team Declan was on, guess what boy they lost. You’re fuckin’ walking into this match alone, no support at all. Back to the fuckin’ corner.
You want to bring up how our championship match, got bumped down the card motherfucker. It had shit all to do with me and everything with Declan Black. A champion who only shows up, when his championship on the line; how in the hell do you sell that? You don’t. The cred to that championship has been destroyed since Declan Black claimed it.
Second, I’m a scale above all the mediocre talent you’ve faced since you've been here. Deron Franklin, jobber, you faced him twice, didn’t you? So impressed... HA! Not! Then, you beat Ryan Kidd. Everybody here knows Ryan Kidd is washed up and done. He tried to make his epic comeback, and what is 0-2 since then? You then faced Caliban, who is a step above you and is way below me, and you lost. YOU LOST! Oh, you won the heritage championship, whoopie do. You had three other competitors – two, aren’t they your bros or something? – and you could tag in and out to take breaks. COME ON!
I went one on one, no breaks, just back and forth. Say I’m a guy that can’t get it done - I’ve done more than you here and I haven’t even won a championship yet. I’m in the position to talk, and after I show 2CW why the two champions they have are an entirely waste, I will do even more talking.
Declan got lucky.
You, Ajax, got lucky.
And now both your guys' luck has run out. I’m better than you both, in every which way. It will be a pleasure to drive your faces into the canvas. And you know what, Ian? I’m going to do you a favor and rid 2CW of two of the biggest and lamest trashes 2CW has ever had entered into the ranks - Declan Black and Johnny Ajax. Champions? HA! What a joke.”
Jack flips the camera off before the footage ends.
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Post by declanblack on Jun 3, 2015 13:26:19 GMT
*The following is a blog posted to DeclanBlack.com on June 2nd, 2015.*
Jack Owyns doesn't cop out, folks. Except when he does.
Except when he tries to explain away failures and the prophesies of more failures with excuses that don't hold up. I beat him at #REvolution, so clearly I got lucky! And, you know, he wasn't at 100%, he had a bad sunburn that day, he had a hangnail, he had a 99 degree fever! DON'T YOU KNOW HOW BAD THAT IS?!? HIS BODY TEMPERATURE WAS .3 DEGREES HOTTER THAN IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN!!! Well, jokes though those might be, maybe, Jack, you do have a severe ear blockage. Because clearly, you didn't hear me when I told you to be at your best. When I told you there were no excuses to make.
But you continue to make them, and hey, that's okay, more power to you. But you considering yourself still number one contender? That's a joke. Because you're nowhere close to being top contender for my title. You don't just get unlimited shots because you came really close. It wasn't a DQ. It wasn't a countout. It wasn't a draw. I BEAT YOU. I PINNED YOUR SHOULDERS TO THE MAT FOR THREE. So Jack, if you want another shot, I suggest you go back to the drawing board and earn one. Because right now, you're at the back of the line. But hey, talking about Jack Owyns, like most futile endeavors, gives me a splitting headache, so let's move to less painful topics.
Like the tag match I'm in this week. Me and Johnny Ajax against Owyns(sigh) and Ian Wright. Now, it's been no secret that Johnny and I have been friends a little while. The girl he dates now, Katherine Kensington, is my ex and one of my best friends. And there's nobody that can deny that he put on a hell of an effort at #REvolution to win the Heritage Championship. Great wrestler, good guy, happy to have him as my partner. We have differing opinions regarding who's match deserved to be the main event at #REvolution, but hey, that's cool, it doesn't change what happened or what's going to in the future.
And Ian Wright. A man who made his first appearance in 2CW by talking shit...sorry, dollar sign-H-I-T, about the guy whom he's teaming with on #REdefine this week. But no, you guys have chemistry. Three companies, right? You guys roll with that. I respect Ian Wright's ability, he put on a H-E-double hockey sticks of a show at #REvolution. In terms of politics and social issues, well, we have nothing in common, but hey, just because he would've voted for Goldwater doesn't mean he can't go.
But the fact is, boys, we go better. And my recent record in tag matches has me fired up to turn up the heat for this one. So come #REdefine, gents, I think #BlackJax is going to be a bit too hot to handle.
-DB
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Post by Johnny Ajax on Jun 4, 2015 0:36:48 GMT
(Camera opens to Johnny Ajax backstage at the Lion's Den FC school, where he just finished his last training session before flying out to Chicago.)
You know, it may be how I was raised in this business, but when I lose a match, I don't make every fucking excuse in the book when I lose a match. But I guess that's how it is for Jack Owyns. I don't cry when I lose what could possibly the biggest match of my career, I stand up, like a fucking man, learn from my mistake, and beat the holy shit out of the guy who took me down, if I'm lucky enough to get a rematch. Jack Owyns? Cries like the little bitch that he is and blames people who weren't even in the god damn match in the first place.
Grow the fuck up, Jack. You know, I'm so glad a punk like you didn't win the belt, because you seem like the type of guy who thinks he's the hottest thing on the planet if you win even the insignificant of matches, and cry like a whiny child if you lose. You're basically Ian Wright, but I will give you one thing over him, you aren't a two faced, assclown.
You're blunt, and direct to your pissy little point. You don't put on a facade in front of everyone depending on your situation. I will give you credit for that. I can almost respect that. But then I come back to reality and realize that all you do is bitch and moan, and then I remember that you're not even worth the gum on the bottom of my shoe.
And if you want to question my match? I'm sure Brock and Jason will have no problem showing you how things go in the ring with them, friend or enemy. In fact, you're already invited to Heritage Classic III against the three of us!
(Katherine Kensington storms into the room)
Katherine: JOHN! You have some explaining to do!
Ajax: I'm sorry... What?
Katherine: BLACKJAX?! What kind of absurd name is that?
Ajax: Don't yell at me! Blame Declan..
Katherine: I know but just... You could've said no!
Ajax: I think it's kind of catchy dear...
Katherine: And they're making T-Shirts?!
Ajax: Yeah...
Katherine: Oh goodness John, don't tell me you're thinking of getting one!
Ajax: well... It would be a good show of solidarity...
Katherine:..... AHHHHHHHH!!!!
(Katherine Storms out as Johnny Ajax stands still with a puzzled look on his face. Camera Fades)
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Post by Jack Owyns on Jun 4, 2015 4:06:10 GMT
The footage returns to Jack Owyns, who sits cross-legged inside the ring. His face buried into the palms of his hands, as he shakes his head in a rapid motion. It sounds like Jack is weeping for a second, until he raises his head and smirks into the camera, which is a short-lived smirk as his expression turns empty.
“HA! I ain’t Carter motherfuckin’ Hayes.”
Jack unfolds his legs, pushes himself to his feet.
“Hey, Declan – YAWN – back to the cop out angle are we. Jack Owyns is a cop out, because of this, that and that. He wasn’t ready, he got himself arrested, and he does drugs. COP OUT, COP OUT, AND COP OUT! BITCH! Get some new material to try and burn me with, as you can see the whole COP OUT phrase, don’t fuckin’ bother me.”
It’s like a speck of dust on my fuckin’ shoulder – Just brush it off.
Funny thing Declan, about your whole fuckin’ rant. Tell me, show me, where the fuck did I say I was still the number one contender, huh? Point it fuckin’ out. Maybe, listen, ‘cause not fuckin’ once have I said since I lost, which I also have not denied that I am the number one contender. I also said I’d fuckin’ tear threw Pariah, Shaw, Wright, Ajax or whoever else, to get my shot. HOLY FUCK, OH MY GOD, sounds like I already know, that I have to work my way back up. BRAIN EXPLOSION. Declan Black, you’re a dumbass.”
Jack moves closer to the camera.
“Ajax, I started watching your promo, but then I turned it off. First fuckin’ thought that popped into my head: who is Lloyd, and who is Harry out of you and Declan? If you must know, it was a fuckin’ toss-up. Couldn’t choose, ‘cause you’re both equal. By the way, T-Shirt idea really dumb and dumber like.”
Jack shakes his head.
“I made every fuckin’ excuse? You make it sound like I opened a book and read a fuckin’ novel of excuses when all I made was one; I wasn't fuckin’ ready. You know something else, dumbass, maybe, I didn’t put it in simple words for you, but if you re-listen to what is said, I stood up, realized I need to be better, and planned to come back on a warpath. For you, Ajax, next time, I will put everything simple.”
Jack grabs a hold of a camera.
“You know what, I’m going to take both your advice, start at the fuckin’ bottom and challenge you, Ajax, next fuckin’ week, one on one. I don’t want your fuckin’ title, either; keep it, boy. No titles, just me and you, one on one if the ring. COME ON, motherfucker, let’s do it. I will beat both you and Declan this week as a team and, then, you by yourself next fuckin’ week. BRING IT!”
The footage fades out.
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Post by declanblack on Jun 5, 2015 1:28:10 GMT
*Declan Black is sitting on an equipment crate backstage at #Redefine006, wearing a simple black shirt with the quickly viral hashtag #BlackJax on it in white, with black basketball shorts and black Nikes on under that. He speaks in a measured tone, almost playful...*
I work a lot as champion. I think I've already made that abundantly clear. I mean, this week, I couldn't even spend any time at home in Miami, where I'm preparing to move back to Cape Breton until the end of the fall, and preparing to get married in a month. My bro Pariah went down, and as champion, I picked up a lot of his ICONIC Academy classwork this week, in addition to my regular champion duties. I'm not complaining,of course, I love all the work I do. I've dreamed my whole life of being a champion of stature, a true champion, and now I am. I've spent my life wanting this.
*He lets out a long sigh.*
But that's why it angers me, offends me even, when Jack Owyns' excuse for losing our title match is that “he wasn't 100 percent coming to the ring”. Man, whatever I do, I come into it 100 percent. Period. Whether it's some signing, some benefit, a training session at ICONIC, or a match, I come 100% 100% of the time, and there is no excuse for anything less. I've been pinned only once in any form of competition in 2CW. And I fully admitted that on that singular occasion, in a tag match, Jack Owyns was the better man. Jack just won't admit that I was better than him for a single, solitary second. Or, you know, the three that I pinned him for. Or the three in which I won the 2CW Heavyweight Championship...in a match he failed to win.
*Declan looks down into the camera, the ghost of a smirk on his face.*
Jack, here's a little advice from an actual winner. The first step in overcoming your grief at not being as good as me is just accepting it.
And at #REdefine006, I'm once again going to prove it to you, and Ian O'Reilly over there. And my partner? The other half of #BlackJax has almost as much credibility as a winner as I do. Johnny Ajax won the critically acclaimed #HeritageClassicII. He is 2CW Heritage Champion, the face of one of the hottest divisions in wrestling today. Maybe even a challenger, a legit one, to my 2CW Heavyweight Championship someday. It's not exaggerating to call him a top star in this company, alongside me. So, on one side, you have the two of the top wrestlers in the company, fresh off of proving just that. And on the other...you have the guys we beat to prove it.
Who's going to win? Come on. It's as simple as 2 plus 2. So my suggestion... is that you always bet on #BlackJax.
*Declan walks out of camera range after flashing his belt one last time.*
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Post by Jack Owyns on Jun 5, 2015 1:55:13 GMT
The footage cuts in; Jack Owyns stands in the parking lot, already gear up; ready.
"Its fuckin’ funny, you know, both Declan and Ajax say ‘cause I lost, I need to start out at the bottom again. Except the head honchos here see it differently. After losing at Revolution – yes, yes – to Declan Black, they decided to book me not only against the 2cw champion, but also the Heritage champion. What the fuck does that tell you, huh? It tells you they still see me as a fuckin’ threat, oh but I know Ajax and Declan will say differently. But shit, think I care what they think.
2CW wants their champions tested, pushed to the fuckin’ limits, and they know that better than anybody else. I’m that guy. I’m the guy who going to bring his all; I’m that guy who is not going to lay fuckin' down without a fight - Even if I'm not at a 100%. I’m the guy that can dethrone both these motherfuckers…I know it; 2CW knows it, and the only two that don’t fuckin’ know it; Ajax and Declan Black.
And these two will debate the shit out of this claim, but you think I care, do you? Well, I don’t care what you may think. All I know is come Redefined, I’m walking out a winner over two champions in one fuckin’ night.
Declan, I’ve beat you before, physically beat you inside the ring, and I will beat you again. I have no doubts about this. You may have fuckin’ beat me at revolution, but I won’t allow it to happen a second time, or two in a row. Technically, it is 1-1, Motherfucker, unless you want to consider the matches we weren’t pinned in; then, it is 2-2. It's all fuckin’ tied up.
Now, my partner, Ian, whatever he wants to fuckin’ call himself, Wright. We don’t see eye to eye; it's fuckin’ quite obvious. He dislikes me, and I couldn't give two shits about him. I don’t need him to beat you two; I really don’t, but fuck, tag team matches don’t work this way. So, Ian, you got two options, and if you decide not to throw your weight in this match, after the match, you will have a fuckin’ beating waiting for you that no surgical room will be able to repair. Or, OR! Team with me, and let's fuckin' win this thing.
Just know this, Ian: I won’t lose this match-up, and I will do whatever it fuckin’ takes to win this match-up, even if it costs me everything.
I will beat you, Ajax, to a bloody pulp, and same goes for you, Declan. By night's end, you won’t even know what fuckin’ hit you, but you will know this:
Jack Owyns beat both of you, two champions, in one night."
The footage cuts out.
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