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Post by REDEFINE Pro on Sept 5, 2015 21:07:43 GMT
REDEFINE World Television Championship Match: Andrew Wilkow (c) vs Faolan Reid
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Post by Faolan Reid on Sept 6, 2015 22:35:49 GMT
I get my shot in Philadelphia.
Faolan Reid has a smile on his face as he is at the airport waiting for his flight to the aforementioned Philadelphia. He is sitting by himself as he stretches his legs out and folds his arms against his chest.
Lads I’m ready for this and I earned this shot by beating the tar out of Scorpion James now I get to look across tat ring at Andrew Wilkow and I get to see his title around his waist and the ref holding it up above his head and signaling for the bell and the fight will be on.
He smiles and takes a deep breath.
Now Wilkow, I will be ready for you lad will you be ready for me?
Lad I watched your match when you won that title and I have to say that I was very impressed lad. Very impressed. That makes me look at this match and it makes me see that it will be tough and that you will bring whatever you have to the ring and leave it all there. But lad.
He brings up one finger and holds it in front of him.
You have everything to lose in this match. Don’t think so let me take you down that road lad. You see you have that title that you worked your arse off for and this is your first title defense. Everyone is looking at you to be a great champion maybe a fighting champion. Everything is on the line for you are putting your title on the line you are supposed to win, conquer me. All I’m here ta do is try and win that title off of you.
Now lad you might have had the advantage if you could get counted out or DQed but lad the powers at be in Redefine have decided to make this match Extreme Rules and lad that is what is the best part of this match. You can’t get counted out lad, you can’t get DQed you have to beat me in that ring to keep your title now can you do it? I’m not questioning your ability lad because I know that you have it you have proved it before. You just have ta retain your title against me lad. You have to kick my arse in that ring. You have to prove that winning the title wasn’t a fluke but if you lose ta me on your first title defense you wouldn’t be a great champion now would you?
Lad I’m walking out ta that ring and I want that title. I have worked my arse of ta get this shot and Wilkow I will not let it go without a fight. Granted you might beat me but it won’t be easy. I will not let you beat me easily. I will make you earn it.
He gets up and smiles as the scene fades.
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Post by Andrew Wilkow on Sept 9, 2015 17:56:15 GMT
~The scene begins at a local bar as we can see the Television Champion sitting at a bar with a shot glass in hand. It looks like he's had a little bit to much to drink as he swirls around on the bar stool. He tries his best to regain his composure but the slurring in his speech says other wise.
AW: “You know, I did a little drinking game while watching your promo Reid. See every time you said lad, I was going to take a shot of Jack. Well…….that was a stupid game to be apart of because you said it so many god damn times and said them so quickly that I had trouble keeping up.”
~Andrew chuckles to himself as he pours himself a shot of Jack.
AW: “But to be serious here bud…...I respect you. You're one of the few guys in this fucking roster that I actually like because you aren't a fake. You've actually had a few fights in your days. You know what you're doing in that ring and if I'm not careful, you'll take my head clean off. But to be all honest and shit, if I was to lose this Television Title, I'd want to lose it to you.”
~Andrew takes the shot. But as as soon as he places the glass on the table counter, his mood begins to change.
AW: “But I'm not ready to lose my Television Title. I buried to many bodies to have this title leave my possession this soon. I mean I just won the damn thing a couple of weeks ago. I need to have a couple of successful title defenses before losing the damn thing. So you might win this title some day Reid…..hell, I wouldn't be surprised if you won the World Title some time. But you're not winning my Television. Not now.
So do what ever you need to do to get yourself motivated. Have your friends tell you that you're going to win. Look yourself in the mirror and tell yourself that the Television Title is as good as yours. Listen to the experts that will tell you and everyone in the Revolution Universe that you are the odds on favorite to win. Hell, go kiss a four leaf clover for all I care….just do what you need to do to get at your very best Reid because that’s what I want from you. I want you to give it your all and then some for our match because I want you at your best. I want you at your best because when the dust settles and the air clears…...I'm going to be the one standing with my hand raised and knowing that I took your best and I made it my bitch.”
~Andrew fills another shot glass with Jack and raises it towards the camera.
AW: “Best of luck bud.”
~Toasting the glass in the air, Andrew takes the shot. With that, the scene ends.
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Post by Faolan Reid on Sept 9, 2015 22:03:20 GMT
A smile is the first thing we see when Faolan Reid turns around. He has an Irish flag shirt on along with jeans. His red hair is a little bit of a mess. The smile never wavers though as he keeps looking at the camera.
Finally you said something Andrew Wilkow.
He claps and nods his head.
I picked up on a couple of things that you said lad when you spoke. One that I say lad a lot, oh well lad. That is what I do, don’t like it I guess you shouldn’t listen ta me.
Second, I heard the word respect and lad I will have ta agree with you there. I respect you because you have a title and it takes a long time ta get something like that and it shows that you have talent. It shows that you’ll work your arse off ta get something and that is what you did but now you have ta put the title on the line against me and I’m ready ta beat you.
I see that title around your waist and I want it. There is no denying that and I will do what I need ta do ta get it lad.
He smiles as he starts to walk around the hotel room he stops and sits on the bed.
I know you don’t want ta lose that title yet lad but you see I will give it everything I have ta see that title high above my head. You can play whatever games you want listening to me speak. You can have fun with me and all of that but when I get ta that ring I’m something different. I’m all about this business and I’m all about fighting and lad that is what I will do in Philadelphia. I will fight and maybe I won’t win but I will make myself look good lad. Even after a loss I will fight my arse off and I will make you know my name lad.
Like I said I respect you. After this match I will respect you. You have worked hard ta get here and that is nothing ta sneeze at or whatever. But lad this is a fight that you are going ta have ta be your best at. Simply put I will be at my best I’m here in Redefine to win titles. You have one and I’m fighting for it, so I will put everything on the table, I will go out there and I will fight you. This is your first title defense and if I have it my way it will be your last. I want that title, and I will stop at nothing ta get it.
Good luck lad.
He smiles as he gets up and nods his head. He walks to the door and opens it as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Andrew Wilkow on Sept 10, 2015 1:24:48 GMT
~The scene begins at a nearby Cafe where Andrew Wilkow is sitting on a table. An empty plate, that once had food on it, lays in front of Andrew who leans back in his chair and breathes in deeply as he enjoyed his meal.
AW: “Reid…..Reid, Reid, Reid. Come on man. I thought you were better than this. I thought you were different than the rest of the scum here in Revolution when it came to these promo's. I mean are we actually going to be playing phone tag like some high school girls and use our words to hurt our opponents? Or are we actually going to wrestle and beat the living shit out of one another?”
~Andrew quickly takes a sip of coffee that’s been laying next to the empty plate.
AW: “I mean we already said our parts and showed respect for one another. What else is there to say but more words that will most likely tick the other person off and then…...BOOM! There goes the possible friendship because the other person said something that hit the wrong nerve. It's a total waste of time I think on my end…..but if you want to be like another Ash Scion, Sasha Foote, a Scorpion James, or one of the other tampon wearing chicks in the back who's better talking than wrestling then so be it bud. Not my place to judge. I just hope that I wont be smelling your period coming down to that ring if you keep on doing these promo's.”
~Andrew slaps his hand on the table as he just remembered something.
AW: “There! See! I said something stupid that I probably shouldn't had said at you. Hopefully that respect you have for me hasn't gone like Scorpion James career here in Revolution has. I'd apologize…..but I'd be lying and I don't like to lie.”
~Pulling out his wallet, Andrew pulls out a twenty and places it on the table.
AW: “You know how I know I've already won this match Reid? Because I know I'm going to win. I know I'm a better wrestler than everyone on this roster. I'll go up against anyone in that ring and beat their ass within an inch of their life’s if they looked at me the wrong way. You on the other hand, you have doubt. I can see it in your eyes with every promo that you do and every time you speak when you say that you might not win this match. Reid I don't want someone who thinks they might win a match. I want to face a son of a bitch that knows he's going to win this match. So who's going to show up Reid? Because if you don't want to win this match…..then get the fuck out of my way and let someone else get their shot at my title.”
~Grunting and groaning, Andrew slowly makes his way to his feet and makes his way out of the cafe.
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Post by Faolan Reid on Sept 10, 2015 22:19:40 GMT
Faolan Reid shakes his head as the camera rests upon him. He then smiles a little bit and looks deep into the camera.
Are we mad Andrew Wilkow?
Really?
You didn’t want me to speak again because you said something and I thought that I should talk about it. Wut in the bloody hell is that Andrew?
He shakes his head and smiles.
Now you say that this has become a war of words but really it hasn’t become that Andrew. It will still be a battle that is settled in that ring but I just wanted to speak a little bit more. That doesn’t make me like the rest of the roster but that makes me someone when he is spoken to stand up and fight for himself. If you don’t like it maybe you shouldn’t have spoken about me. Now you say that a friendship can’t be brought out of this match and oh well. If you are that lame in thinking because I spoke a few more words that a friendship can’t be salvaged then I guess you are a friend that I don’t want or well need.
But lad there is also one more thing that you said that hit home with me. Calling me something like a tampon and all of that it makes me wonder if that is the road we are heading down. The last time I spoke lad I never went that far I didn’t make fun of you, I said I respected you and can’t wait to get in that ring wit you.
You are the one that went to name calling lad. You are the one that got all butt hurt because I spoke again and I attempted ta get in your head again.
He laughs a little bit he starts to walk towards the locker room door and rests his hand on it.
Soon you and I will be sharing that ring lad. You’ll have your title and you’ll hand it to the ref and he will hold it above his head and call for the bell and we will fight. That is what this match has always been about. Aye, I might have said something again and here I am yet again standing in front of a camera and speaking once again. But lad if you think all I do is talk like everyone else does then you don’t understand me.
I’m hyping up a match lad that is why I’m speaking. I want the fans ta watch this and wonder who’ll win. You might not like it and you have said that as much. But I will sit here and wait for you to speak again. Lad, all I know is that when that bell rings I will stop talking but until then I can say whatever I want.
The door opens and he walks in as the scene fades.
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Post by Andrew Wilkow on Sept 11, 2015 18:31:21 GMT
~The scene begins right after Andrew has watched Reids promo in a run down hotel room. With a grin on his face he slaps the table and lets out a chuckle as he leans back in his chair.
AW: “That! That's what I want to see Reid! That’s the fucking fire that I've been wanting to see from you. That’s what the Revolutionary universe has been wanting to see between the two of us. They don't want to see two guys hugging and kissing one another before they fight! They want to see the fangs and barking before us dogs tear each others throats out. All I had to do was poke the dog with a stick and see where that led to. It might get my arm torn off at the end of the day but I wasn't going to have any fun with this match if you weren't going to play along and give me your best.”
~Pushing away from the table, Andrew quickly makes his way to his feet.
AW: “And your best is what I want Reid. I want you to get angry. I want you to get mad. I want to see that foam forming at the side of your mouth and I want to see that red in your eyes. I want everyone to be looking at this match and to have all their eyes on us because once I beat you and make a successful title defense…….then the real work begins with myself and my Television title. See I have huge plans for this thing. Reid I want this title to be such a success here in Revolution that I want it to be better than the World Title. I want the best of the best to come down to that ring each and every night and give it their best to try to defeat me.”
~Slipping outside the door, Andrew grabs a cigarette from his jacket and lights it up as he looks off in the distance.
AW: “The thing is Reid…..for this to happen…….I need to hold onto this title. You and the rest of the small minded folk here in Revolution…..you don't dream as big as me when it comes to something like this. Folks like you…...you just want to win the title and collect the pay check that comes with it. You don't think about the future…..you only think of the now. Myself on the other hand…..I'm thinking two matches ahead. Three matches ahead. A month…..half a year…….three years down the line I'm thinking for my career here in Revolution. And it's bright.”
~Looking at the camera now, Andrew talks some more.
AW: “So Reid…..sharpen your tools. Get ready to spill blood. Get ready to hear the sounds of bones breaking and the sounds of souls crying because we're going to beating the living shit out of one another pretty boy.”
~With a grin on his face, Andrew looks off into the distance again to enjoy his cigarette.
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Post by Faolan Reid on Sept 11, 2015 21:35:18 GMT
The fire has always been inside of me. I just started to let it out in this moment Wilkow. You see lad pushing me prodding me didn’t really get it done. I just felt like I needed to give it ta you. Ta make sure you knew that I wasn’t going to go without a fight.
Faolan nodded his head as he was walking outside of the hotel and towards his car.
I’m ready for this match lad I have been I just hope that you are. I just hope that you are ready ta put your title on the line and try and keep it. While I try and win it, and lad it will not be easy for you ta beat me. I know I ‘ave said that before but I ‘ave to ‘ammer that point home. I need you ta listen ta me. I need you ta look at my face and see that I mean business that I want that title that you ‘ave.
He gets to his car and sits on the hood of it and smiles.
It isn’t a bad thing lad that you are thinking a couple matches ahead but also of hurts me for you to say that. It shows me that you maybe overlooking me and lad that is the wrong thing that you want to do. I’m getting in that ring with one thought on my mind and that is wrestling that title away from you. Hitting you with everything that I ‘ave…Aye, including the kitchen sink.
I know what it takes to win here in Redefine because I have done it. I’m becoming a star in this company if you like it or not. Winning a title is my next goal and you are the one that is standing in front of it lad. I will run you down I will try and hurt you and aye you will do the same because that is what this business is about. It is fighting until that last breath and trying to gain a victory. You know that and I know that so lad one of us will win this match and well one of us will lose.
He slides off the hood and looks deep into the camera as he smiles once again.
I love the fact lad that you want ta get better that drive is there. Every match you are in you work harder ta get ta your goal. But lad I do the same and when I get in that ring with you I will be at my best. I’ve ‘ad a few matches here in Redefine this is my biggest one yet and lad I will not lay down. I will stand up ta you. This is my chance to gain gold. I see it and I want it.
He puts his hands on his head and walks back towards the hotel.
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Post by Andrew Wilkow on Sept 12, 2015 2:58:45 GMT
The scene begins with Andrew leaning up against a wall. Dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt, a cigarette hangs from his lips as he stares at the camera.
AW: “I feel like that one fella…….the one guy with the flute and he led the rats out of the city. Who was that son bitch?”
~Andrew snaps his fingers as he tries to remember the name.
AW: “Right at the tip of tongue……...ah, I'll get it eventually. Anyways Reid, the point I'm trying to get across is that I'm the dude with the flute. I'm playing my tune and guys like you follow. You listen to my words and out of instinct you reply to each and every single line that I say and then you waste your time replying when in fact you should be paying more attention to the match at hand and not what I'm saying. The funny thing about words…...they don't physically hurt you, but it hurts you mentally.”
~Andrew cracks a grin as he pauses as he takes a drag from his cigarette.
AW: “You're just like Prince Wadjethotep and Scorpion James. You can take a chair shot in the head and shrug it off like nothing happen. You can break your jaw and all you need is some duct tape to keep your jaw in place and you'll be able to get right back into that fight. You could be facing off against ten, twenty, a hundred different wrestlers opposite of the ring from you and you'd fight them head on without thinking twice of the circumstances. But someone says something negative towards you and you start balling like a little child. You think I care what people say about me? Hell, I haven't even bothered to watch your last two promo's because I knew what you were going to say. Blah, blah, blah. You're tough. Blah, blah, blah Andrew Wilkow is going to lose. Blah, blah, blah I'm going to give it my all. It's the same shit you've been saying since your first promo. That’s why I don't understand why people run their mouths here in Revolution. You just start to repeat yourself and it gets to the point where you’re a broken record rather than a wrestler. You know what…...I think people just like to hear the sound of their own voice.”
~Andrew pauses as he takes another drag from his cigarette
AW: “You want me title……...then get ready for a war you red headed step child. And when it's all sad and done…...I'll prove that a country boy can survive.”
~Andrew is about to turn but stops as he remembers something.
AW: “The Pied Piper! The son bitch I was talking about earlier! That’s that dudes name. I knew it'd come to me sooner or later.”
~Andrew takes one final drag from his cigarette before flicking it to the street.
AW: “I'll see you in the ring…...lad.”
~Andrew gives a grin as he walks away.
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