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Post by REDEFINE Pro on Aug 15, 2015 21:34:33 GMT
Ladder Match for the REDEFINE Television Championship: Sophia Wilson vs Andrew Wilkow vs Jason Richards vs Scorpion James
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2015 23:55:00 GMT
The camera turns as Scorpion James is holding his Hardcore title in his hand that he had won in another promotion a months back. He is in his locker room angry about what had happened in his tag team match, earlier on the show of REDEFINE 15. The camera zooms in on him with an evil grin on his face.
I miss being a champion! So my lovely Sophia, oh how I loved the way you felt earlier in my arms, your partner, Andrew Wilkow, next time I see him, I'm gonna break every bone in his body, & my partner, Mr. Wolf boy, it looks like in our ladder match at 'WWC' PPV next week, it will indeed end up being one of the most dangerous match for you guys going against me for my soon to be, Television Title. Because by the end of the night, one of you or all of you, may end up in the hospital with a broken neck, by the time I get through with you guys.
Scorpion James turns his head to the poster of him & the other three of his opponents, and the picture of the REDEFINE television title, he smiles again, and says.
The bad news for all three of you is, I love hardcore matches, I love causing pain to my opponents, I love suplexing my opponents into things like, steel steps, ring post, announcer tables, into the ring on the outside, basically anything that can cause damage on your guys body,
I'm gonna do it! Due to it's gonna be a ladder match, I want all three of you to be prepared to being tossed into the ladder as well! This is my first title match I've had in 3 months, and I will damn well make sure I don't lose. My game plan before I climb up that ladder, is to make sure all three of you, are left in a puddle of your own blood and that none of you guys are able to stand. If I gotsta Screw Drive your heads into the ladder, then damn well, I will, indeed, I will!
Scorpion James laughs a little, then turns his head to t he camera with an evil look on his face, he says...
So, just to let all three of guys know, next week, I will be walking out of 'WWC' PPV, as the New Television Champion, and there is nothing none of guys can do about that! Ha, ha, ha, oh...ah.. HA! The Suplex Machine has spoken, Peace out!
Lights starts to flicker off & on then off again. With a sharp Laughing Scream echoing in Scorpion James' Locker room, the lights comes back on with James no where to bee seen, There is ten grand stack in hundreds, left on the bench, as the camera zooms in on it, the camera turns off.
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Post by J.R. on Aug 17, 2015 16:11:02 GMT
The video feed begins as we see Jason Richards just standing alone his eyes focused right on the camera with that familiar glare. The thoughts seem to be racing through his mind but it almost seems like it is something he is welcoming. He takes in a slow deep breath and leans down to the floor bringing back up with him as he is holding the retired heritage title out in front of him. He waits a moment for the camera to take it all in as he begins to speak.
My opponents would like you to believe that they are the lone person that is going to walk away the first ever redefine pro wrestling television champion. I could stand here and disagree but the truth is either one of us could walk away with that title but who has been there before? I never was the first ever heritage champion I however did win in it in a wait for it ladder war. I know the feeling of the cold steel as it hits your body and you drop to the canvas. I know the feeling of falling fifteen feet over the ladder and landing as the feeling of being in a car crash just over takes your body. I know all of these factors while my opponents only know they are going in to a ladder match. Everything changes when that bell rings and you get hit with a ladder you know you’re in hell.
He looks down at the heritage title for a few seconds and then just tosses it down to the floor as it hits the slamming sound can be heard. The camera then quickly pans back up as it pulls back we see a look of pure fire in his eyes as he begins to speak.
The old Jason the one that won that heritage title laying at my feet he is dead what you see before you is a man who will stop at nothing to walk out the new television champion. I will bleed I will sacrifice my career if need be for that honor to be called first ever. I want you to all look in my eyes speak you words soft and slow and make sure they matter. I say that because right now nothing matters to me expect what happens for when that bell rings. I will break not only your spirit but I am going to break your will with the help of steel. I will prove just how dangerous this wolf can be I am part of bullet scars and we won’t kneel.
He walks away leaving the heritage title laying on the floor as the video feed slowly begins to cut out to nothing but a black screen.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2015 1:57:20 GMT
The camera turns on as Scorpion James is with his brother lifting weights at the Scorpion's Gym. Scorpio notices the camera, and speaks.
I bet cha' guys have NO clue to why my name is "Scorpion"... Well I'll tell ya a story about a Scorpion & a frog. We'll pretend that you three are that frog, & of course, I'll be the Scorpion. This story will represent what WILL occur in our match coming for that REDEFINE television title.
Scorpion James starts to smile as he walks back to the crowed co-ed locker room as the camera follows him.
Once upon a time, a scorpion needed to get across the stream (Up the Ladder), but he had no way of getting across. He see's a frog (The three of you) and asked him for a lift. The frog said, "Are you crazy?" the scorpion says, " I promise you I wont hurt you. The frog was so gullible, he gives the scorpion a lift. The frog and the scorpion was just about to get to the end of the stream (Up the Ladder), that the Scorpion used his tail to stab the frog in the back. The frog say's. "You promised me that you wouldn't hurt me, now we're both gonna die." The Scorpion say's, "Sorry man, but it's in my nature, and it looks like you'll be the only one dying, your body will float me where I need to go." The scorpion arrived at the end of the stream (the Ladder) and lived happily ever after (As the New REDEFINE Television Champion) The End.
Scorpion James smirks as a half naked girl comes up to him in the co-ed locker room for an auto-graph, he looks up at the camera and says,
You see, the morale of that story is, It's in my nature, to be the New REDEFINE Television Champion, it's in my nature, to do what needs to be done for me to achieve that title. I know pain is gonna occur in our match, luckily for me, that pain wont occur till the next day. So I'll put my body on the line, to get what I want! And indeed it will be in y'all nature, to fall back in line, or y'all end up like that frog! tsk, tsk, tsk...
Scorpion James starts auto-graphing the young lady as the camera turns off...
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Post by Andrew Wilkow on Aug 18, 2015 3:33:31 GMT
~The scene begins at a bar where Andrew Wilkow is sitting on a bar stool, beer in hand, watching the black and white television.
AW: “Finally…..finally the ladder match for the Television Title is only a few days away. Only a few days until The Television Title is in my grasp and I'll finally get the respect that I should have had gotten after my first match. But instead of just handing the title over like the smart city folk that they are…..they had to test old Andrew Wilkow…...had to see if it was worth their time and money on little old me. So I played the little game. I showed the suit wearers what I could do and I swept through the competition like a knife through butter. So here I am…...like I said from the very beginning. I told everyone that I was going to be here and here I am, the guy that everyone knows is going to win.
And winning is exactly what I'm going to be doin because as I saw last week from my competitors in our little tag team match…...I didn't see one person that could beat me. I looked into each and everyone of their eyes and I saw fear as they stood in the ring with me. I saw the doubt. I saw the anxiety. I saw your future at World Collide and it was each and every one of you laying at my feet broken and unconscious.
Now don't get me wrong…...I already know that I'm going to be hurting at the end of the night. I'm not that cocky of a man. I already know that I'm going to bleed. I'm already aware that I'll probably have a couple of broken bones. And I can tell that I'll be hurting the next day. But it'll be nothing compared to what you folks will be going through. You're not going to be ready to what's about to happen. You think you do. You think you have experience to what will happen. You think in your little imagination world that you'll do just fine. You'll have your friends and family encourage you that everything will be ok…...but it wont. Nothing you do will help you to the horrors and the pain that will follow after that ladder match because come Worlds Collide…...you'll finally understand that I'm not like all the other wrestlers in the back. I don't need some stupid gimmick to connect me to the fans. I don't need face paint to hide my face. I don't need a skimpy little outfit to get people to notice me. I don't need a stupid story to get hype around me. All I need is that ring and I will show everyone will Andrew Wilkow is made of.
At World Collide…...I'll be the first one to enter that ring…...and I'll be the last one to leave with the Television Title in my hand. And if you don't like it…….prove me wrong.”
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Post by "Silver" Sophia Wilson on Aug 19, 2015 14:58:30 GMT
Sophia sat up in her airline seat with her iPad, and rewound the video once again. Unsurprisingly, the story didn’t improve on yet another viewing.
She watched her video-self as she was pummelled near constantly by her opponents in the tag match. Tossed like a rag doll, beaten like a drum, and every other metaphor and simile under the sun.
Then came the moment.
Sophia cringed as Vid-Sophia reached out for the tag, stretching desperately.
Sophia paused the video, focussing on the look on her face as she did.
She had been saved by her partner.
No, worse than that, she’d chosen to be saved. She could have stayed in the ring and taken her punishment, learned from it, grown stronger, but instead she’d retreated to the corner and almost begged her partner to enter the ring.
It was the look of a coward.
Sophia slammed her iPad cover shut and leant back in her seat, wincing as the bruises from the match acted up and rubbed against her clothing.
There was no hiding from it, she hadn’t given a good account of herself at Redefine 15. She’d obsessed over every minute, every second, every kick, every punch for almost a week now, and for an entire trans-pacific flight.
Now she found herself faced with the prospect of fighting all four of them for the Redefine Pro Television Championship, in a ladder match.
All three of them had, in their own ways, completely outclassed her just a week ago.
It was time to face facts. She had no chance.
But how to save face?
Feign an injury? No. Redefine Pro were too thorough for insurance reasons.
Family emergency? No. No one would believe her.
Booking clash? No. She didn’t have any other bookings this week, and she was already half way to New Zealand.
: Excuse me… Miss Wilson?
Sophia looked up.
Sophia: Yeah?
Her eyes widened as a familiar face looked back at her. Two, in fact.
Melissa Kellar: Auntie Sophia!!!
Sophia: Hey Monster!!!
The young blonde haired 4 year old girl leapt forward and hugged Sophia.
Sophia: Look at you, when did you get so big?
Sean: Kids do that…
Sophia looked up at her former mentor from GZW2K1’s development school, and her Uncle’s former tag-team partner. The grizzled bearded Irishman took a seat next to her as Melissa performed her own variation of the bearhug, right on Sophia’s bruised ribs.
Sophia: Okay… your cousin’s feeling a little tender there Monster… loosen the hold a little…
Melissa released the hold and sat on her cousin’s lap.
Sophia: What are you guys doing here? I thought you were back in London.
Sean: Are y’kidding Sophs? Y’first PPV title match, we weren’t going to miss that. We tried to find you at the airport when you transferred but you’re a little tricky to find.
Sophia’s smile faded.
Sophia: Di..
Sean held up his hand to stop her.
Sean: Jonny boy has no idea we’re here. I told him I was taking Sophia to Ireland to get her away from the Big Smoke. He’s been so distracted since that Kolic kid kicked his head in he didn’t ask too many questions.
Sophia nodded, taking her iPad back.
Sean: So… how’s the movie?
She looked at him.
Sean: You’re sitting on a plane covered in bruises, staring at an iPad and as much as y’hate to admit it you are every bit as bad as your Uncle at obsessing when things go wrong.
Sophia: No I’m not!
Sean: So you haven’t spent the first hour of this flight watching the tag match on loop?
Sophia didn’t answer.
Sean: Thought so…
Sean leaned over.
Sean: Sophia, you got your arse kicked. It happens to the best of us, and the worst of us. I’ve got scars all over this old sack’o fat that can testify to that.
Sophia: I didn’t just get my arse kicked, I chickened out.
Sean: That’s your Uncle talking…
Sophia frowned
Sean: Your Uncle makes people submit, it’s what he does, because he gets that extra kick out of it, and he’s taught you to fear surrender. That’s not a bad survival tactic, but in tag team matches you need to rely on your partner.
Sophia: I don’t need to rely on anyone…
Sean: I see you’re as hard headed as ever…
Sophia: Anyway, the next match isn’t a tag team match… and I’ve got to face those three faces again after… well…
Sean: Two of them handed your ass to you and the other one bailed you out…
Sophia: You put it so bluntly.
Sean: Eh, I’m a pragmatist in my old age.
Sophia: Sean… what if it happens again… what if, after all this training and preparation I’m still not good enough to be a real champion. What if I can’t beat them..
Sean looked over at his former student.
Sean: Melissa, cover your ears please sweetie.
Melissa obliged. Sean looked at his former student
Sean: If you can’t beat them, Silver… then you f**king well hurt them.
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Post by Andrew Wilkow on Aug 20, 2015 0:06:23 GMT
~The scene begins with Andrew standing outside of a bar. With a cigarette in hand, Andrew takes a drag before talking.
AW: “Redefine Pro Wrestling………. Redefine Pro Wrestling……….. Redefine….. Pro….. Wrestling. It's that last part, that wrestling part that's the most important part of the companies name and yet its the part that so many people forget. This is a wrestling company. A place where two people beat the living shit out of one another. Where the strong survive and the weak don't.”
~Andrew can't help but chuckle to himself for a sec before taking another drag from his cigarette.
AW: “See I have to remind myself that this is a wrestling company because at times it's hard to tell if it is one or not. For instance, look at the ladder match that I'm in for the Television Title. To tell you the truth I don't know if it's supposed to be a wrestling match or a beauty contest. I mean look at who I'm facing. I got James who covers himself up in face paint to try to look creepy and all but comes off as looking like a geisha at the end of the day. You got Sophia Wilson that belongs more in a fashion magazine than a wrestling ring. And then you got Richards who uses more hair product on his hair than anyone else I know in the wrestling business.”
~Andrew takes a few seconds to calm himself down as he takes another drag.
AW: “Then you got Andrew Wilkow right here…….got myself an ugly mug of a face who could care less of what people think of him. Sure, I could probably part my hair one way or wear something nice…..but that ain't me.”
~Andrew extends his arms out to his side so that you can get a view of him.
AW: “This right here ladies and gentlemen…...this is what a true wrestler looks like. Don't need to look pretty, don't need product, don't need anything to make me stand out from the rest of the crowd outside of that ring because at the end of the day whats makeup going to do for me? Just a waste of time and money on something that wont help me in that ring. Whats the advantage of putting face paint on? Intimidation? I intimidate my competitors by beating the shit out of them in that ring. Whats the point of being surrounded by a stable? That make you tough?”
~Andrew scoffs as he thinks of the BulletScars.
AW: “Makes you nothing but pussies………... The three of you…...do what ever you gots to do to convince yourselves that you stand a chance because I don't need to convince myself that I'm going to win this match…...I already know I'm winning this match because other than myself…...I don't see one true wrestler out of the three…….. of ……...you.”
~Andrew takes one final drag from his cigarette before flicking the butt of it towards the camera.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2015 3:59:18 GMT
Scorpion James is at the near by hospital in Chicago, staring at an empty room as the camera turns on...
Do You see this empty room here in front of me? Mr. Wilkow, this room is reserved especially for you. You see, at the end of our match, be prepared to end up in this room. At the end of our match, I'm gonna make sure you don't walk out on your own two feet. I'm gonna make sure I break every lim in your body. I'm still a bit upset that the likes of you, pinned me, in that ridiculous tag match. Regardless to what any of you losers says, I'm gonna walk in, put one by one of you losers, through some serious suplexes, then, I'm gonna walk up that ladder and grab My REDEFINE Television Title, and walk out as the NEW Champ! Enough Said!
Scorpion James see's a random person, socks him in the throat, then he grabs his body, puts him in a Screw-Driver, as he laughs at the fellow who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, the camera turns off.
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Post by "Silver" Sophia Wilson on Aug 20, 2015 12:12:50 GMT
Sophia: Fashion Magazine???!!!!
Sophia glared at the screen as the broadcast ended, then steadied herself as she planted a series of tough biting kicks into the heavy bag.
Sophia: I'll give you "fashion magazine" you misogynistic prick... by the time I'm done with you you'll be on the front page of a magazine talking about reconstructive surgery...
Jeremy: You seem a little more yourself...
Sophia turned to see her coach standing behind her, wearing an all too smug "I told you so" smile. Sophia felt a little sheepish just looking at him.
Sophia: Redefine 15 didn't go quite the way I planned.
Jeremy: I noticed...
Sophia: You warned me that I was slipping... I just didn't... well...
Jeremy: Apology accepted.
Sophia smiled
Sophia: Thanks.
Jeremy: So... you have a new strategy?
Sophia: Something like that...
Jeremy: So...?
Sophia: I can't compete with my opponents when it comes to power and strength so...
Three more focussed strikes
Sophia: Stay fast, stay invisible, and strike them where it hurts.
Jeremy: What about the title?
Sophia paused for a minute.
Sophia: It's a belt with metal plates. I will not be defined by titles and laurels, like my uncle. I will be defined by my actions in that ring. If I win the title, so much the better, but by the end of that match I will make sure that Scorpion James never leches after me again, and I will guarantee that nobody... NOBODY... calls me a fashion model again...
Jeremy smiled
Jeremy: Good answer... you rehearse it?
Sophia: Eh a little, it's a long flight to New Zealand
Jeremy chuckled
Jeremy: But since we're here, we might as well try and win it, right?
Sophia smiled and resumed her stance.
Sophia: Right!
Jeremy: And hey, it'll look good on the front of a fashion magazine.
Sophia punched the bag hard as glared at him, her fist cocked. Jeremy grabbed it before Sophia could swing.
Jeremy: Woah, ok Silver, save it for them.
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Post by Andrew Wilkow on Aug 20, 2015 15:38:44 GMT
~The scene begins with Andrew driving the streets in his 68 El Comino.
AW: “I swear, wrestlers today need to grow a thicker skin. Sure, you can take a chair shot to the head and walk out of that ring under your own weight. You can get power bombed right through a table and shake it right off. You can even get planted right on your head on the concert floor and act like nothing happen. But you call someone out and oh boy…..they get their panties in a bunch and throw empty threats into the air.”
~Andrew pauses as he makes a turn.
AW: “Barbie doesn't like that I called her a model. You know I could of said something worse, like you belonged in a center spread of a nudie mag at some gas station in the hick side of town. That what you want me to call you? I mean what can I say darlin, you're a good looking girl who shouldn't be messing around in this type of industry. You could be doing so much more with your life and yet here you are…...in ladder match against three other dudes that will most likely hurt that pretty face of yours if given the chance. One being James who seems more interested in hurting people just to get off than to actually wrestle in this match.
~Andrew can't help but chuckle to himself as he thinks back to what James had said in his last promo.
AW: “So you've had some hardcore matches in your career James…….great job working in the indy scene son where you're facing off against some over weight kid that didn't finish wrestling school. You think I'm scared of some clown who shouts out empty threats just to make himself look tough to hide the fact that the guy can't fight? I saw you wrestle last week James. I pinned your ass to that mat. I know what you can and can't do and I'm not impressed and I'm not scared. So just keep on yelling at the top of your lungs with just how “crazy” of a person that you are…….I'll be more than happy to slap some sense into you and bring you back to reality with the rest of us.
And then we got Richards who……..”
~Andrew pauses as he remembers that Richards hasn’t put up a promo for the last couple of days.
AW: “Well hell…..Richards been quit for the past couple of days. Smart man. Instead of wasting his time talking and running his mouth like the other two chumps, he's focusing on winning the title and training his ass off. Well I hope that's what you've been up to boy because if you're doing something else that's not making you better in that ring…….I will make you and the other clowns in this match pay….… courtesy of the one and only…..Andrew Wilkow.”
~With that, the scene ends with Andrew waiting at a stop light.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2015 16:20:01 GMT
Camera turns on Inside ‘Scorpion’s Gym’ as Scorpion James wearing a black jump-suite with a joker style face paint. Donnie and his brother Mitch Giles teaching Scorpion James the fundamentals of how to pull off different styles of suplexes without getting tired. They’re showing him the endurance side, the mental strategy on how to out-last your physical capacity.
Donnie: “Okay, I want you to give Mitch, 7 sets of 11 German suplexes in a row! Mitch and I will take turns being suplexed. Okay, put both of your arms around his waist, and throw him backwards, and don’t let go! And….Ready, set, Go!”
James: “7 sets of 11 German Suplexes in a row… Okay? I Got this!”
Donnie: “one….Breathe….two…Breathe…three…Breathe…four…Breathe… five…Breathe…six…Breathe….seven…Don’t give up…eight…Breathe… nine…Breathe…ten…Breathe…eleven…Breathe…. Okay Mitch, switch with me…”
Mitch: “Okay, ouch, my back! Okay, Scorpion James, set two, Ready, set, Go! One….Breathe….two…Breathe…three…Breathe…four…Breathe… five…Breathe…six…Breathe….seven…Don’t give up…eight…Breathe… nine…Breathe…ten…Breathe…eleven…Breathe….”
Donnie: “Switch! Set three, ready set, go! One….Breathe….two…Breathe…three…Breathe…four…Breathe… five…Breathe…six…Breathe….seven…Don’t give up…eight…Breathe… nine…Breathe…ten…Breathe…eleven…Breathe….”
Mitch: “Switch! Set four, ready set, go! One….Breathe….two…Breathe…three…Breathe…four…Breathe… five…Breathe…six…Breathe….seven…Don’t give up…eight…Breathe… nine…Breathe…ten…Breathe…eleven…Breathe….”
Donnie: “one….Breathe….two…Breathe…three…Breathe…four…Breathe… five…Breathe…six…Breathe….seven…Don’t give up…eight…Breathe… nine…Breathe…ten…Breathe…eleven…Breathe... Switch! Set five, ready set, go!”
Mitch: “one….Breathe….two…Breathe…three…Breathe…four…Breathe… five…Breathe…six…Breathe….seven…Don’t give up…eight…Breathe… nine…Breathe…ten…Breathe…eleven…Breathe... Switch! Set six, ready set, go!”
Donnie: “one….Breathe….two…Breathe…three…Breathe…four…Breathe… five…Breathe…six…Breathe….seven…Don’t give up…eight…Breathe… nine…Breathe…ten…Breathe…eleven…Breathe…. Switch! Set seven, last one, ready set, go!”
Mitch: “one….Breathe….two…Breathe…three…Breathe…four…Breathe… five…Breathe…six…Breathe….seven…Don’t give up…eight…Breathe… nine…Breathe…ten…Breathe…eleven…Breathe….”
Donnie: “Now we want you to do 7 sets of 11 dragon suplexes in a row! Okay, put both of your arms Okay, put both of your arms under his, just like that! And….Ready, set, Go!”
James: “Okay? You ready Mitchy boy?”
Mitch: “Let’s do this!”
Donnie: “one….Breathe….two…Breathe…three…Breathe…four…Breathe… five…Breathe…six…Breathe….seven…Don’t give up…eight…Breathe… nine…Breathe…ten…Breathe…eleven…Breathe…. Okay Mitch, switch with me…”
Mitch: “Okay, ouch, my back! Okay, Scorpion James, set two, Ready, set, Go! One….Breathe….two…Breathe…three…Breathe…four…Breathe… five…Breathe…six…Breathe….seven…Don’t give up…eight…Breathe… nine…Breathe…ten…Breathe…eleven…Breathe….”
Donnie: “Switch! Set three, ready set, go! One….Breathe….two…Breathe…three…Breathe…four…Breathe… five…Breathe…six…Breathe….seven…Don’t give up…eight…Breathe… nine…Breathe…ten…Breathe…eleven…Breath
Scorpion James continues suplexing Donnie & Mitch, Determined to see how long he can go. For seven hours now, Mitch and Donnie, has shown Scorpion James several styles of suplexes like, Belly-to-belly, Full-nelson, Gut-wrench, Tazplexes, and other types of suplexes.
Mitch: “James, how’s your arm? Lol….”
James: “I don’t think I can throw another body today…..ouch….sheesh….”
Donnie: “Well, you weren’t the one being tossed around like a rag dog…. Now it's our turn to throw you around the ring….”
For about twelve hours straight, the Giles Brothers has taken turns suplexing Scorpion James, testing his abilities to with stand pain, and to endure hours and hours of punishment. They're preparing him for his title match coming up soon in a Ladder Match.
James: “I believe I've spoken enough in my last skit. Now Andrew, I don't do well in tag matches unless if my little brother is in my corner. 'F.Y.I.' I'm not no freak'N clown! I'm a Freak'N Joker, Compeesh! Y'all get ready for a war, I'm bringing my GUNS, My Paint, & my baseball bat! We're gonna have ourselves a little kaosic Moment! Bwahaaa...ha..ha... Have a freak'N Nice freak'N Day!!!
Scorpion James is working on his kicks with his kick-boxing coach as the camera turns off.
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Post by Andrew Wilkow on Aug 20, 2015 19:10:48 GMT
~Sitting on the apron of a wrestling ring, Andrew combs his hand through his hair before talking towards the camera.
AW: “You know, I look at this upcoming Ladder match for the Television title as what country music is today. Now don't roll your eyes just yet and wonder where the hell I'm going at. Just give me a couple of minutes to explain myself.
The three competitors I'm facing off against today…….they're like the pop country that’s out there. You got Taylor Swift, Luke Bryan, and The Band Perry that think that they're country. They talk about living on a farm, driving a truck, and drinking and having a good time. All the classic country lingo's and shit. But you talk to someone like myself who's listen to country all their life and if you were to ask them if its country or not…….they'll tell you right then and there without blinking an eye that that ain't country…...that's pop music. That's Kanye West. That's Katie Perry. That's One Direction. They sound like country…..but it doesn't have the soul. It doesn't have the meaning. It doesn't tell a story like a country music song should. The same can be said about my competitors. They look like a wrestler. They act like a wrestler. They say that they're wrestlers. But anyone that loves the sport and actually knows what a wrestler looks and acts like…...they know that these three aren't wrestlers. They're entertainers.
But back to the country reference. So you got pop country and then you got actual country. You got Waylon Jennings, Hank Williams, Patsy Cline, and Johnny Cash. Now these folks…..they knew what country was. They had the soul of country in their hearts and you could feel it in your bones every time they sang a song. I'm country. I'm a professional wrestler. When you see me step in that ring and see me at work…..you can tell that I know what I'm doing in there. That every move that I make and every step that I take means something. Anyone can perform a suplex…..but it's how you get to that suplex and how you perform it that actually makes it a devastating move. Anyone can talk up a mean game but it's if you can back it up in that ring does your words actually mean shit. I got here not because of flukes. Not because I was facing off against a bunch of jobbers. And it wasn't because I was put in at the last minute. I concurred the competition. I laid out my opponents. Wrestler, after wrestler, after wrestler I took out until I alone stand before you wanting…..willing…..begging for more.
Train some more, talk some more, get yourself mentally prepared for this match. Do what ever you have to do to get ready because at the end of the day…...Andrew Wilkow will be the one walking out with the Television Title and there is nothing you can do to stop it from happening.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2015 4:31:36 GMT
Scorpion James is back at it again at the 'Scorpio's Gym' with Richard & Brian, who are pre-paring him for his ladder match at 'WWC' PPV. The camera turns on and zooms-in a little closer as James is working on his kicks on the 400 pounds punching bag. Richard is holding on the bag, and Brian is counting the kicks.
James: "Andrew, has anyone ever told you, you talk to dang much. I love country music, but I love Metallica & Eminem more! I ain't no reference to no country or no pop music. I'm gonna shut up and get back to training."
Richard: ”You ready? Now Come on James, give me 2 sets of left kicks 11 times….”
Brian: “one….two…three…four…five…harder…six…seven…eight…nine…ten…eleven…”
Richard: ”Come on James, you can do it, give me 1 more set of 11 left kicks….”
Brian: “one….two…three…four…five…harder…six…seven…eight…nine…ten…eleven…”
Richard: ”James, switch stance, give me 2 sets of right kicks 11 times….”
Brian: “one….two…three…four…five…harder…six…seven…eight…nine…ten…eleven…”
Richard: ”Now James, this it, after this, we’ll work on our punching combos, now give me 1 more set of 11 right kicks…” Brian: “one….two…three…four…five…harder…six…seven…eight…nine…ten…come on James, one more…eleven…”
Scorpion James continues switching up his kicks and continues the rest of his morning on his training, waiting patiently on his Ladder match. He’s done his boxing combos, his different style suplexes, his different types of submission moves, he even gone through some more kicking combos, and he’s gone through his 4 hours endurance training, and now Brian is going to work on James’ running stamina… The camera slowly fades out.
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