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| To The Ring; Stephen J. Eversol | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 28 2017, 08:10 AM (183 Views) | |
| BleakInfinity | Apr 28 2017, 08:10 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center] Eversol Season has returned It's been a long time, been a long time comin' Looks like the death of me now But you know, there's no turning back now This is what makes me; this is what I am [/align] Stephen J. Eversol, the Fighting Spirit and Grand Prix Champion enters the arena from the curtain. He carries both titles with him and walks down the aisle as slowly as possibly. He jaws back and forth with a few fans before he walks up the steel steps and into the ring. He’s immediately given a microphone, seems the people at ringside have learned better not to keep him waiting. Eversol motions for the music to be cut by making a “throat-slash” gesture. ”You know it never fails to amaze me just how far that Orion Oldroid will go to try his best to fuck me over.” Eversol notices a few mothers covering their children’s ears upon hearing him drop the f-bomb. ”Oh, please. I’m sure you and daddy did the same thing last night. Give me a fucking break.” More gasps from the family-friendly crowd in attendance. ”Whatever. Fuckin’ fine me. I’ve got the money.” Eversol lets out a small chuckle, but no one is laughing. ”Anyway, it just astounds me how far Orion loves to go to not only screw me over but to reward Johnny Amazing.” The mention of the FIW Champion is enough to get the crowd to pop with excitement. ”Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut up.” Of course the crowd does the complete opposite and keeps cheering as long as possibly, annoying Eversol in the process. ”I can wait all day. I’m still getting paid.” That does the trick as the crowd turns quickly to jeering Eversol. ”Now I have to compete in a match—actually, I mean, let’s call it what it is. This match isn’t a match, it’s a fucking ambush for me. I have to get into the ring and defend the Fighting Spirit title against a group of guys that not only are bonding over wanting to kick my ass, but guys that have wanted to kick my ass for the longest time now. I mean, did I get myself disqualified on purpose?” Eversol shrugs. The crowd, on the other hand seems to disagree as they seem to be shaking their heads “yes.” ”My good friend, Nasty Nate got screwed over by Dream and so what does Oldroid do? He lets this failure sign up to get into this match for my fucking title. This pile of shit has failed to beat me over and over again and now he’s going to just be allowed to get into the ring with me in an environment where weapons are not only legal, but encouraged?” The crowd loves that as they explode into cheers, imagining Dream caving in Eversol’s head with a chair, no doubt. ”Let’s take a look at the list of people that are going to be in that match, shall we?” Eversol pulls out his smart phone from his pocket and taps on it a few times. It seems as though he’s brought up the list of people that have signed up, thus far. ”We’ve already discussed Dream. I don’t think I need to mention that retard again. But we’ve also got…fuckin’ Joe Stanton? He burst onto the scenes like he was going to be champion in months and now what? He’s playing second fiddle to Dream. He got left with his dick in his hand when Kim basically told him to go kick rocks. No real threat there.” Eversol shrugs and appears to move onto the next name on that list. ”Oh! Zombie Black?” Eversol laughs audibly when mentioning the former tag team champion. ”The guy that even Jericho Cruz didn’t want! Cruz just left the company and now his twin appears in FIW. I mean if Cruz’s twin were uglier, less talented and had down-syndrome anyway. Who else is there?” Eversol peaks down at his phone again, looking for the next name. ”Erick Holland. Too easy. I beat that fat ass on two separate occasions already.” I suppose that’s all he has to say about poor Holland. ”Freakshow. The man that I get to tag with earlier in the night. The man that just got above curtain jerking with Rising title, put on his big boy pants and now wants to take my title as a stepping stone for his career. Let’s see if you even make it to the match, Freakshow. Who says me and Nasty Nate don’t beat your ass before the match and then beat Johnny Cock Smoker, Ho Stanton and Dream Queen by ourselves. So your little plan to not tag in is going to have to scare someone else. I wouldn’t worry, your payoff would’ve been significantly smaller than ours anyway, Freakshow. The only one getting paid from that hick state of Alabama is Nick fuckin’ Saban, fuck face.” Eversol laughs again. The crowd does cheer and boo though. I mean Freakshow and Eversol both have their fans and their haters. ”The Alpha Females. I mean, my god, Gus. I thought you would’ve went and killed yourself once you guys lost those tag titles to my boys, Clay and Caleb. Shit, you guys talk about us so often and are bothered by us so bad that I’m seriously surprised that you didn’t off yourself after losing to two Crew members. And now you’re entering this match with your wife, of all people? Joe, no disrespect to you but I just might save little Shaelin for last and make her my own “Red Little Speedster.” Eversol winks at the camera, talking so disgustingly about Shaelin Richlen. ”I’m sure she’s never had a real man show her a good time, after all. Having to deal with your little worm trying to satisfy her and just…aching for me every time that she sees me can’t be easy for the poor girl.” Eversol suggestively licks his lips at the camera. ”They’re all jokes…on their own. But like I said, I…” Eversol looks down at his phone again. Apparently he’s read something that’s made him smile. ”Of course. I knew I could always count on her.” He’s still looking down at his phone as the crowd looks on in confusion. ”Thank you, Kim. I’ll definitely owe you one.” Still looks of confusion on the faces in the crowd. ”Rob fuckin’ Garcia and Caleb motha’ fuckin’ Claudel. Y’see Kim was smart enough to make sure that not only do we have the champion in this match but we have those in the match that can…well, let’s say—compliment the champion. I know Rob and Caleb understand what’s at stake here. We almost have completed our quest for all of the gold in the company. It can’t fall into someone else’s hands now. I know it, I can count on these guys.” The crowd simply looks on like Eversol has lost his mind. The Crew has been known to use its numbers to its advantage, but with a shot at the FSC, you can never be too sure. ”I just have one more thing I need to address and that’s you, Mr. Blank.” The crowd explodes again, hearing the mention of Johnny Amazing’s real last name. ”You said some pretty personal things to me about your sister that I didn’t really appreciate. You chose to air our dirty laundry in public. You chose to make me look like an idiot because you knew just how much better of a choice I was for her. I’m a better man than you and it made you jealous. It made you jealous seeing your sister with a man that was far better than you’ll ever be. In the ring and in life I’m just better. I’m what you wish that you could be and it killed you. It killed you so badly that you had to step in break up something beautiful that Brittany and I had. You poisoned her, Johnny. And I’ll elaborate on this at another time, but now the gloves are off, fuck face. If you thought I was an insufferable prick before, then just you wait. I’m going to make you seriously regret ever taking her away from me.” Eversol’s music hits again and he drops the mic on the canvas then exits the ring with both title belts held in the air, the crowd drowning out his music with boos. |
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| Mjölnir | Apr 29 2017, 12:59 AM Post #2 |
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FIW security is initially very concerned when somebody hops over the barricade, though quickly they stand down as they roll into the ring. The fans' boos immediately turn into cheers upon seeing the Guy in Shades standing in the ring, presumably staring after the Fighting Spirit Champion. "Cut the music." Stanton orders and somebody in the production truck must like him, because they oblige. Which likely right about now has Stephen going from confused to angry that his exit's been interrupted! "Now correct me if I'm wrong..." He holds up a finger, he stares down at the microphone in his hand with cartoonish levels of confusion. Like he's one step away from looking like the first man that discovered fire. "But I'm pretty sure this isn't my dick in my hand." Eyeing the device in his hand, he grimaces. " [size0]That would just be uncomfortable and awkward..." Shuddering at the perverse thought he had, Joe strolls around the ring. "So, I got a microphone in my hand, fairly certain that means I can say what I want. Get some things off my chest. Be proactive, and do what I've always done. Speak my mind and kick some ass!" The intensity grows in Joe's voice when he declares his intentions out here, pointing with authority at the metaphorical line in the sand. "There comes a time in each and everyone's lives when they come to a crossroads. And, at that crossroads you raise questions, you'll question things that are going on outside of your walls, you'll question everything that is happening in the world. You'll even question yourself! The paths you have taken, the choices and the decisions you have made, the life that you live, you will question every sacrifice you have ever made, you will question all of the suffering you have endured in your life!" Joe's steps speed up a little, his eyes staying locked onto the entrance way. "And, my friends..." Stepping back, the Scarlet Speedster does a sweeping gesture to point out and look out to every single fan that's in attendance in the arena. "Let me tell you, that crossroads, those questions, are not to be feared! They are to be embraced! They are to be desired! They are to be thirst for!" There's a murmur amongst the fans, some clapping, some confused. "Because it is only with those questions that we ever find answers, and it is only through those answers that real change ever comes. And, with real change all of us have the capacity to be unstoppable!" The applause intensifies from the fans and there's some genuine cheers, yet Joe stays razor focused. The ferocity just pulsating off of him. "And, if you close your eyes and reflect for one moment. For anyone who has ever felt suffering, who has ever felt hopeless, who has ever felt powerless, who has ever felt marginalized, beaten down, broken, or defeated! Take comfort in when you ask those questions, you will find strength in the answers!" Joe's voice grows louder and louder, urging the fans and they respond by getting up to their feet in support of him. Letting out an exhale, he tries to calm himself and keep a handle over his emotions. "And, only then with a heart that is strong and a mind that is finally free and clear can anything be possible..." Snatching his signature shades off, Joe Stanton's green eyes could burn a hole into the spot they're staring at. The fans cheering and applauding him till he gestures that he isn't done. "Stephen, your boys and you have done just that for more months than I care to count. Not just to numerous members of the locker room, not just to many of the men you named here tonight, and not just to our General Manager. But to all of these people here and all of the people watching at home!" The Scarlet Speedster makes it a point to point out every single member of the audience, who is now firmly behind him in their cheers. "For someone like you, for a bully like you, there is no solace, no comfort to be found in any moment of reflection between now and ReVolt. Because on Tuesday, along with a whole slew of people, you and I are going to meet in the main event. In a match where anything goes, where there are no rules, where we can do whatever we like and we can use whatever we like on each other. On that day, when I come for the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship that you have tried to tarnish I will be..." Joe let's it hang in the air, glaring with a look of pure determination. "Unstoppable." The fans erupt into cheers and applause, both because they like him and because they like the thought of somebody getting one over on Stephen. Stanton keeps his eyes fixed on the entrance way. |
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| BleakInfinity | Apr 29 2017, 07:05 AM Post #3 |
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Eversol takes a seat on the entrance ramp, even swinging his feet over the side as Joe gets the crowd fired up in the ring. It looks like someone ran up to the stage to give Eversol a mic again. "Well, la-dee-fucking-da. That was very inspirational. You'll have a good career as a motivational speaker once you hang up the boots, Joe." Eversol mockingly "checks his watch," bored with Joe Stanton's speech, it seems. "Does Johnny Amazing write all of the speeches for your team now or is it a circle-jerk with you three all taking turns?" Eversol chuckles then shakes his head in disgust at the thought of the three men taking part in something like he just mentioned. "Oh, and don't think I've forgotten about you trying to crash my dinner with Kim a few weeks ago. That's precisely what I mean about having your dick in your hand. You just seem to love following her around, it's pretty creepy, Joe." Eversol nods his head with a "look of sorrow" for Joe. |
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| JesTheBarber | Apr 29 2017, 09:49 AM Post #4 |
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Rob: BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLEEPIN' BLAH!! Thats what you sound like Joseph! Eversol is smiling as he knows whos voice that is. Out from the curtain walks The King of Extreme Rob Garcia and he is dressed pretty nice tonight. He walks up next to Stephen and fist bumps him. He looks towards the ring down at Joe who is still fixating at the stage above. Rob: Hey milk shake boy! Did all your milk shake sucking skills bring the boy to the yard?! Hahaha! As Rob laughs the audience roars back to him a flood of boo's! Rob: What?! You guys didn't like that?! He says to the crowd with a smile. He shakes his head dissatisfied and then looks to the ring tenaciously. Rob: What is it milk man? You think you made a name on the indies and now you're gonna just run amok here?! Haha! It doesn't work like that here. The Crew runs this place!!! The crowd now infuriated "BOO!!!!" at Rob and Stephen. Rob is impressed with himself with that reaction and he thinks its hilarious. Rob: You are not walking away with anything at Revolt! Stephen is walking away with the EF-ES Championships and I'm still The World Heavy Weight Rising Champion of the World! We will never let a chump like you hold gold! Rob looks down at Joe in disgust and yells at him. Rob: Go back to the indies where you came from, punk! FIW Gold is for the high rollers! The crowd now erupts into a fury of boo's and jeers as Rob Garcia laughs at them. |
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| Mjölnir | Apr 30 2017, 02:47 AM Post #5 |
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Joe Stanton takes the barbs the Coulter Crew offer him, smiling in a way that's a shade shy of a sneer at the two men. A mixture of disappointment and disgust on his face when he shakes his head at them. Readjusting the grip he has on the microphone in his hand, he eyes the two men. "Go ahead, hit me with your best shots. Fire away!" Taking several steps back towards the center of the ring, Joe outstretches his arms. He offers himself up like he's standing in front of the firing squad. "Because you're exactly what I said you are. Both of you." Stanton looks them both up & down with certainty in his eyes. "To be a champion is to represent the championship you sling over your shoulder, to represent the men and women that came before you that held that championship. It is to represent this company!" With a dramatic lift of his arm, he points to the FIW logo all around them. His index finger hovers in the air, waggling at them. "But most importantly, it's representing the lifeblood of this sport. These people!" His finger points out to the fans and Joe gets quite the approval from them for it, many of them going nuts. "And, a bully like you is not fit to hold any championship, to represent those things. Something that your reign with the Fighting Spirit Championship has made abundantly clear. You've made a mockery out of the meaning behind that gold and you've made an ass out of yourself in the process!" Stanton points directly at Stephen, just to be clear who he's talking to. Though he glances Rob's way too, shaking his head again. "But a bully is another name for a coward with an unfair advantage." The smile on Joe's face grows more sincere. "Luckily..." He holds up his free hand to tell the Coulter boys to not quite jump in yet. "If I can use a metaphor hopefully both of you will be able to follow." Jokingly the Scarlet Speedster looks at the two of them as if he's unsure they'll be able to keep up. Glancing between the two of them, Joe is rather over the top in how he reluctantly proceeds. "Tuesday the playing field will be even!" Looking at Rob, Stanton makes it a point to draw a little imaginary playing field in the air in front of him with his free hand. Apparently unsure if Rob would be able to follow without pictures. The act drops though and Joe stares down at the Fighting Spirit Champion again. "There are no unfair advantages, even with your alleged back-up! There are eight other people in that match, and you're more delusional than your buddy Nathaniel if you think the numbers game hasn't failed you! There is no cheating, it is no disqualification, no weapon that isn't fair play for anyone in that match! There's nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, you have to account for all the things you have done to everyone!" The fire's bubbling underneath the surface on Joe, crackling and dying to come out completely. Yet he restrains himself, luckily holding it in for the match. But there's no mistaking the look in his eyes. "And, I hope this grandstanding isn't for nothing. I hope you realize the gravity of your situation. I hope you're ready..." Through clenched teeth The Scarlet Speedster growls out that last hope, making the crowd settle down a little. "Because I. Am. Joe Stanton. And, Tuesday I'm coming for what I come looking for every single time I walk through that curtain for a match." There's some hoots and hollers from the fans, but most of them have grown dead quiet, listening to Joe's every word. "The fight of my life." The fans can't keep quiet any longer, they go ape! Even in the eye of this storm of support from the fans, Joe stares with steely resolve at Stephen. |
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| Digitalwheelin | Apr 30 2017, 04:12 AM Post #6 |
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"Holy shit, do you ever fuckin' listen to yourself when you talk?" Wait, who said that?! Well, that would be the Diamond Standard, Nathaniel Alexander who steps out from behind the curtain, microphone in hand. The look on his face is a mixture of disgust and astonishment. He glances around at the crowd, clearly not understanding how they can get behind someone like Joe Stanton over Nathaniel himself. I mean, I think the answer to that is obvious...but that's just me. "The lifeblood of this sport...? Them? Are you fuckin' serious? So, the Scarlet Speedster is here to represent this fine company of ours, huh? You're gonna show everyone what a true champion is all about and give these people a worthy holder to that title, eh? Here to defend its honor against the evil forces of the Coulter Crew!" Nathaniel pumps his fist in the air, the mocking tone in his voice clearly apparent. He nods his head, a feigned impressed expression on his face. "That's riveting stuff there, buddy! Lemme ask you this; which issue of Superman did you snag that from? I'm sure all the kids in the audience would love to read the same comic books the great Joe Stanton is reading!" Nathaniel pumps his fist again and looks out into the crowd, the fake impressed look still on his face. "Y'know, I gotta say; in my thirteen years in this business, I don't know that I've ever come across someone who is as full of shit as you are. You stand there and say I'm the delusional one. You say that my buddy here makes a mockery of that title and because of that, he's going to lose it? And lemme guess, he's going to lose it to you right? Because you're gonna be the hero for this company, huh?" Nathaniel rubs at his eyes with his thumb and index finger and shakes his head. "Lemme give you a little newsflash here, bud. The only one making an ass of himself is standing in that ring right now. If you honestly believe this 'respect your elders, represent the masses, thou shalt not cheat bullshit is what wins titles, you're far more delusional than even Johnny fuckin' Amazing! And that's fuckin' saying something." The big man paces along the stage as he looks glances into the crowd once again, seeing the negative reaction he's garnering from the fans in attendance. Clearly, he's enjoying the reaction because a smirk winds its way across his lips. "Y'know, I'll never understand it. I just don't get what...certain people saw in you; what this fuckin' company saw in you to be willing to give you a fuckin' contract. But what's done is done. You say you're looking for the fight of your life? May 2nd is just right around the corner, my friend, and you've got The Crew twice in one night. Don't you worry about whether or not we're ready, the real question is, are you?" |
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| Mjölnir | Apr 30 2017, 04:41 AM Post #7 |
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Joe Stanton stares at Nathaniel, he watches him as he talks, he keeps his eyes fixated on him even when he finishes. It's hard to gauge his expression for once, a little analysitical, a little distain. He let's the audience get their fill of booing Nathaniel before he lifts up the microphone to his mouth. "Keep saying that sort of rhetoric in the mirror at night, Nathaniel. You almost sound like you believe it." Stanton says with a tinge of disappointment. His green eyes look over half of the Crew that's slowly assembled. "Color me crazy, but my mentality has led to the accolades I've achieved in my career." He gestures at himself, then in one fluid motion gestures over at the Diamond Standard. His brow furrows and his eyes squint at the fellow veteran. "And...this whole thing..." His hand wiggles around at Rob's & Stephen's general direction with a frown before looking at Nathaniel again. "Has led you to being FIW Champion...how many times again?" The Scarlet Speedster scratches at his chin in thought, moving onto the top of his head when it becomes REALLY hard to recall the answer. The little charade is dropped and he stares at Nathaniel with sorrow. "Maybe you should rethink your strategy and invest in some personal growth before you end up falling even lower in your Crew's pecking order. Because you, Stephen too? I'm no stranger to either of you, and it's essentially been the same broken record since the day I met you in Nevada. So oh, I'm ready, I'm ready to tussle with the both of you and leave you two with sore jaws on Wednesday morning." The fans like that! Joe points with authority at Eversol. "And, you with one belt less than what you walked into ReVolt with." |
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| BleakInfinity | Apr 30 2017, 08:14 AM Post #8 |
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"This isn't Nevada, Joe. I know you might like to think that it's still 2013 in your delusional ass mind. But the world keeps turning and whether you or all of these morons out here like it..." Eversol pretty much pauses for the crowd to boo the way that Joe did. "...The Crew runs this shit now. Just like Dream, your time has come and gone. You're a sad, phony that used to be good. But now?" Eversol opens his palm with a "questioning" look. "I mean you, Dream and Holland might as well move to Nevada, get a house together and have a nice little circle-jerk as you watch old NGIW matches. Because that's as good as you three are ever going to feel when it comes to this business anymore." Eversol's demeanor grows more serious. "You wanna talk about an "even playing field"?" He actually uses the air quotes. "Why is it only even when it's actually only even to the chumps that all desperately wanna beat me? It's sad, Joe. It's sad that it takes all of you idiots having to be in the ring with me, stacking the odds against me in order to feel like I might lose this." Eversol looks down at the FSC slung over his shoulder. "I'll be fine with Rowdy Rob and Caleb in my corner. We'll get rid of the rest of you then have a real wrestling match. You can all fight over who gets paid the fourth highest check." |
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| Mjölnir | Apr 30 2017, 06:32 PM Post #9 |
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Joe jumps back in shock at what Stephen says! Frantically he looks around, examining the ring that he's standing in and the microphone he's holding. Looking like the double champion's blown his mind, he looks back up at him in disbelief. "Wait, what?! This isn't NGIW?! Great Scott!" The Scarlet Speedster says in his best fake surprised tone. Still reeling from this revelation to him, Joe looks down at the mat and reflects on it. " [size0]Explains the lack of winged skulls..." He mutters under his breath looking like he's having an existential crisis over this, but because he's holding a microphone it gets picked up and gets some laugh out of the audience. Corpsing a little over his joke, he looks back up at the trio gathered with a smile. "The difference between both of you, Nathaniel and Stephen, and me is how we deal with the past." Gesturing at himself with his free hand, he acts as though there's something building in his gut. "You guys tightly cling to it, you let it fester and poison you. You hold it up like some justification for doing the heinous things you pull now on a weekly basis! After all, you earned the right to act like a buffoon and a bully, right Stephen?! Because this management doesn't treat you with the respect you feel you're owed, because management's making you actually fight to defend your title, because your last run didn't pan out how you wanted, because Kim & Nathaniel kicked you to the curb in Nevada, because you were held down before that here, because when you guys were in diapers Nathaniel crapped himself and said it was you!" Throwing up his arms, Joe looks accusingly at Nathaniel about that last one, like how could you! The audience is having a good time though, laughing and cheering at the senior most members of the Coulter Crew's expense. "This rage isn't your destiny, it's holding you down. This entire thing is slowly dragging you to your demise. I didn't always get that, if I'm being honest. But I do now." Waving his hand, he looks at Stephen with a hint of sympathy for him. "I remember the past, but I don't let it dictate who I am, nor do I let it consume me and use it as reasoning to be a douchebag. I wear my past, I know my past, and I've learned from my past, the good and the bad. And, I've learned from it, I've learned to move on from it, to look forward to the future. I've grown better, faster, stronger for it." Stanton says with a calm, cool sort of resolve to his voice. Pausing, he looks at the Fighting Spirit Championship and then its owner. "I do agree, it's sad, Stephen." The fans aren't sure what to make of that, an uneasy murmur amidst them. "It's sad that it took going to these lengths for management to get a fair fight out of you. It's sad that even now you're trying to stack the deck in your own favor, bringing in your Crew, trying so hard to prevent the odds to be even. It's sad that the man representing fighting spirit is throwing tantrums over having to be a fighting champion and maybe have to do something on his own for once." Pausing, Joe shakes his head in disappointment. "It's the saddest thing in the world that your reign will be a footnote in FIW's history for how you disgraced that championship, rather than what it could've been. That you are kicking and dragging, and screaming till the very end instead of facing this like a man." The Scarlet Speedster frowns and he sighs, eyeing the trio of men again. "You could've been great, but take a look to the right of you. Because that's your future now." Joe points to Nathaniel Alexander, generating a lot of Ooo's and cheers out of the crowd. |
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| Willie | Apr 30 2017, 08:51 PM Post #10 |
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[align=center]BEAT THE BASTARDS DOWN[/align] Eversol should really consider an Exit Stage Right strategy as the Badd Breed make their way onto the stage, Erik Holland with a microphone in his hand. Valiente waves at the cheering crowd to get them to settle down, but Erik hasn't taken his eyes off the Fighting Spirit Champion, OR his title. "Don't everybody jump up at once, especially you, Rob, because I'm plannin' on kicking your ass early in the show BEFORE the battle royal.." The crowd always appreciates Rob Garcia getting ripped on. "..Or you, Steve-O, because my Badd Breed, who ain't competing in the battle royal, is out here for YOUR protection...Trust me, I told these men, I said 'What, Badd Breed, would stop me right now from coming out and putting this brand new Doc Marten boot through Steven Eversol's jaw?" As much as he looks like he wants to, he puts a stop to himself, holding his free hand up as if he is holding himself back. Mizery and Valiente both look pretty amused by the whole thing, Mizery even faking a round kick as if to say he WILL keep Holland from tearing Eversol apart right here. "Now I heard you, Steven, whining and bitching as you are want to do, showing everyone how much you looove being the Fighting Spirit Champion and demonstrating that by....complaining that you actually have to defend the championship against real competition. Far cry from beating up fans, right?" That remark gets a little heat, the fans remembering Eversol selecting people out of the audience to "defend" the championship against. "The fact is, the battle royal's happening, Eversol. And unless you want to throw away all the work you and your Crew have done, all the hard work it took to cheat challenger after challenger--myself included--out of the Fighting Spirit Championship, unless you wanna' throw that away by vacating the Fighting Spirit Championship, and you can certainly get out of the match that way.." The crowd obviously would love to see that, but I think they want to see him get beat up more. "But aside from that, this match is happening. You and me is happening. And because it's hardcore rules, I get to do anything I want to you and nobody can do anything about it. And your title WILL be gone by night's end. Whether I've got it, Zombie Black, Joe Stanton...or maybe one of your little stans. As long as it ain't you, then the event will be a rousing success. 'Cuz I am not done with you, Eversol, I will NEVER...be done with you until either the Crew is gone...or my Breed is gone. It starts with the FSC and it finishes when I say...it is over." |
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| Digitalwheelin | Apr 30 2017, 08:52 PM Post #11 |
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Just before Erik Holland makes his presence known (because we apparently posted at the same time), Nathaniel's focus is on Joe Stanton in the ring. The corners of his lips turn up in a snide smirk as he slowly paces the stage, nodding his head as if that was a good jab from Joe. "That's...that's good...I see what you did there. Because I..." He nods his head again indicating he got the joke. He scratches at his chin with his middle finger, obviously directing the hand gesture in Joe's direction as he stops in the middle of the stage. "Yeah, that's good, but y'see here's the thing about that, bud. If my current standing in this business is what awaits my buddy here, then the future must be now." Nathaniel nods his head and holds his arms out as if saying "don't you get it?" "Future FIW champion, smart, savvy businessman, a member of the highest paid faction in professional wrestling. I mean hell, I could go on and on!" Nathaniel holds up one finger for each point he makes and then holds his arms out in a bit of a shrug as if saying "of course it all makes sense." "If you're looking for a negative example of what the future could hold, all you have to do is look to the ring at the man standing in it now. Y'see, I'm a lot like you; I can look to the future, too. I mean, I can just see it now..." Nathaniel holds a hand to the side of his head and closes his eyes as if concentrating on some sort of vision. "I see a man who is clearly in over his head if he truly believes he's going to step into the ring against the most dominant faction in this business and come out the other end with the gold. I see a man tried to bow up and talk a lot of shit and got beat the fuck up for it! I see a man who will never again know what it's like to be on top of the mountain because on May 2nd, he's going to be buried underneath it!" With that last statement, he opens his eyes and glares in Joe's direction and points an index finger toward him, further indicating he's the one the Diamond Standard is referring to. "See, I can play fortune teller, too. But unlike most, I don't deal in possibilities, I deal in absolutes. I deal in guarantees. I promise you, you won't make it anywhere near my buddy's FSC strap after we get done with you in our little trios match. And you can put money on that shit." |
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| JesTheBarber | Apr 30 2017, 10:21 PM Post #12 |
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Rob:How you deal with the past? You've accomplished nothing. Your bragging rights are from an organization that lost its TV slot. A great organization at that to! It lost its TV time because of guys like you unable to draw any money! Rob says with a goofy grin as he focuses on Joe Stanton in the ring Rob: You talk about my boys clinging to the past. But you're the one still braging about supposedly losing your V card to Kim! Since you've suddenly apeared in FIW, cus I've never heard of you before. I've seen you try and casually brag about that. You know, that thing you claim to be your past! haha! Rob holding the mic nonchalant like, starts to pace a bit, thinking for a second. He stops and looks back towards Joe with amusement. Rob:Why do you call yourself the Scarlet Speedster? Haha! Wait, let me guess. Kim gave you that nick name! Rob looks at Stephen and Nathan suspiciously and then goes back to his gitty smiling again Rob: I think we all know what that means, Joe. Rob starts to laugh a bit then gains his composure and raises an eyebrow whilling down at Joe. Rob:If you think your empty threats mean anything to us, well let me assure you they mean NOTHING! I am going to eliminate you from the Battle Royal and there is nothing you can do about it Scarlet! Tuesday in Belfast you'll be getting a rude awakening. That being your fantasy world you live in, is about to come to an end! Rob stands there nodding his head in complete confidence. He truly believes, Stephens going to be keeping the title, because of Rob himself. |
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| Mjölnir | Apr 30 2017, 10:37 PM Post #13 |
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Joe smiles when everything unfolds, he looks genuinely amused by Nathaniel and Rob's antics. He shrugs and nods a few times to what the leader of the Badd Breed has to say, even gesturing to the fans a few times when Erik talks about his plans for Tuesday. Stanton waits and brings the microphone back up to his mouth. "First off, kiddo, the adults are talking. Go make a macaroni drawing for Kim, I'm sure she'll love it." He says like a dad, gesturing at Rob to settle down. "Secondly, maybe you should check your facts. Don't want to CNN things anymore than you have." Shrugging in a sorry, not sorry way, Joe turns his attention to Nathaniel. His expression looking almost sympathetic, shaking his head and popping his eyebrows seemingly in disbelief. "You act like you're the first, you know that?" Pacing, he gestures up and down at the Diamond Standard. The Scarlet Speedster even looks him over one more time, shaking his head again. "You act like you're the first to throw on a suit, like the expensive things in life, and parade around as nothing more than a thug pretending to be a businessman. As if you sat down and wrote the book on being a dirty player in this sport. Like, you just came up with the concept of having some boys back you up and help you out in a pinch." Gesturing at Nathaniel some more, Joe looks at him like he's crazy. "There's been others before you, there will be others after you. Those that get together and think they are the dominant force in this company. Those that get together and think they run this company forever. Think the short cuts and the pack mentality won't eventually catch up to them." Stanton points at Nathaniel, locking his eyes on him and acting as if there's no one else in the room when he says that. His voice growing gravely serious. "The only absolute in this business, the only people that truly run this company, this business..." His index finger moves away from Nathaniel and to the audience. "Is them, Nate." Pausing, Joe brings his index finger back onto the Diamond Standard. "And, they will be here long after both you and even I are gone from this sport." The fans are fully behind that sentiment, cheering and applauding Joe for saying it. The Scarlet Speedster smile grows a little wider and he clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth. "You're kidding yourself, and badly at that, if you think they can't see what's really going on with you. What I can see. What all those hungry wolves around you can see." He gestures to Stephen and Rob when he talks about wolves. "You're slipping. And, believe me when I say there's not a single person that'll shed a tear when you're circling the drain. Not. A. Single. Person." There definitely seems to be something to that line, the way Joe emphasizes it to Nathaniel. But he doesn't clarify what he's getting at, letting the fans cheers overtake the conversation momentarily. |
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| BleakInfinity | Apr 30 2017, 11:07 PM Post #14 |
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"How cute, Joe. You know, you really have been spending far too much time with Dream if you believe a bunch of bullshit like that." Eversol chuckles as he adjusts the two titles on his shoulders. "The fans? Really? A bunch of stupid mouth-breathers that will forget about you at a moments notice? Those fans? The same idiots that can decide that they're sick of you when you're not living up to their stupid idea of what a wrestler should be? Fuck that and fuck them." That, of course does nothing but get those very fans to drown out the arena in jeers at the FSC. "Do those fans pay your bills for you? Do they take care of your families when you're on the road for 200 plus days a year?" Eversol looks around at Joe and the Bad Breed. Letting the question hang in the air for a moment. "No? Didn't think so. I do this for me. I win titles because I'm fucking good at what I do and because this is a business. I'm concerned with making money. Because one day this business will be our past and those idiots won't be concerned about me and they won't be concerned about you, Joe. So if their adminiration means that much, you can have it. I'll take the mansions, cars and million dollar jets. Thats the only legacy I'm concerned with." Eversol points over to Rob and Nathaniel, who seem to agree. "I'm going to keep my title and continue raking in cash. You can be happy being a has-been. Bad Breed can be happy being a never was." |
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| Mjölnir | Apr 30 2017, 11:21 PM Post #15 |
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Joe looks at Stephen like he's talking crazy. Pacing along the ropes, he eyes the champion, gauging if he's serious about what he's saying. "Are you serious? Is Ashton somewhere in the arena?" Half joking, Joe looks around to see if he's being Punk'd. "The mansions, the cars, and jets? The cash?" The Scarlet Speedster looks at Eversol, checking to make sure he got that right. That they're both following. "That comes from them! Their support, their decision to spend their hard earned money on this company let's us make a living! They let us pay our bills! Without them, there is no FIW, there is no us being able to support ourselves through this, there is none of this!" Fiery and passionate, Stanton explains why the fans are the most important people in the company. Many of them cheering and applauding when he gestures dramatically at them to emphasize their presence. "And, if you don't get that you're not only about to be a former Fighting Spirit Champion, but an idiot too!" The fans go nuts over that! Chanting the word at the champion as Joe stares at the Crew. |
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| ratedgdr | May 1 2017, 12:00 AM Post #16 |
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WE ARE BLIND TO THE WORLDS WITHIN US, WAITING TO BE BORN. *Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd speaking of wolves since I started writing this a few entries ago, cue another person who is sick of the Crew. "The Predator" happens to be wearing the black scrubs, which, as revealed during his feud with Nick Riot, represents famine. Gosh, I wonder if he'll bring it up at some point?* You know the old saying, "Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt?" Congratulations, Eversol the Spineless, between yourself, Garcia the Egomaniac and Alexander the Choke Artist, the three of you have gone so far as to proclaim your fool status from the rooftops. Bravo. *You know the old saying about one hand clapping? Richlen actually does his best to clap with one hand. No, that's not a euphemism. He's actually trying to clap with one hand.* But seriously, Garcia, how does it feel to know that you're at a huge disadvantage because you're so full of hot air that you'll just float over the ropes and hit the floor before the match even starts? *He pauses for a moment, hoping to get a laugh out of someone. No such luck, at least not from the assorted roster members assembled.* Whatever, still funnier than you or the rest of the Crew. But let's get this straightened out right now: Erik Holland is right. The Crew will not leave Belfast with the Fighting Spirit Championship. Period. Now, you all can be damn sure that I have every intention of taking it for myself for a third time, but let's be honest, as someone who has faced Holland before, I wouldn't complain if it's him. I wouldn't complain if it's the Dream or Stanton or Williams, hell, I wouldn't even complain if my wife wins her first ever singles title. But you can be damn sure that the Crew will leave Belfast short one belt. You see, this future that the three of you insist you are is not one I want and it's not one that anyone else wants. The future of this company must not become one where the bullies run the schoolyard with an iron fist. That is why I and so many others are so dead set on taking the Crew down for good, Eversol, and I know in your atrophied brain that line of reasoning is impossible for you to understand but that's the truth. And at the end of the day, people prefer to remember the heroes of history rather than the villains, and so you're wrong, Eversol. The good people of Belfast will remember the Alpha Wolves, The Dream, Joe Stanton, and Erik Holland long after the Crew have finally sank into the primordial slime from which you came. That's the kind of impact we're out to make. That is the future of FIW, not the Crew. But before you try to stoop to trying to pull insults out of the gutter, Eversol, allow me to pose this question to you. How can you justify acting like you're hot shit when you've gone out of your way to duck any and all threats to your title, and now you're complaining about having to defend your title in a match where half the damn roster is after your head, all while you have two pathetic little wastrels to hide behind come Tuesday? Just how badly did puberty miss you to make you have a negative amount of balls? *Well, looks like Richlen's going for a low shot himself. Considering what Eversol said about-* Real rich trying to make advances on my wife. Does Brittany know how disgusting a human being you still are, and has she looked into getting you a lifetime supply of Viagra yet? *OK, that may be going a bit too-* See, it's bad enough you've taken a gigantic shit all over the FSC, and I don't care if I get fined for this. *Yes, Richlen, we get it, you're pissed off that-* It's bad enough that you've gone out of your way to show how much cowards you and the rest of the Crew are. *Shut up.* But you've targeted Shaelin, and that's the last mistake you will be allowed to make, Eversol. Now I might just leave you with one hell of an ugly scar across your face before I throw your sorry ass out. *And now he's off.* This company and its future will never belong to you or your fellow thugs, Eversol. It belongs to them. *He points to the fans, which gets the expected pop.* And if you have a problem with that, then we will have zero problem taking the FSC from you on their behalf. *And he points to the fans again. More pop.* And after that, the rest of the belts are coming home to them. Then we'll see how long your high life lasts before famine takes its place. *And there it is, the reference to the third horseman.* |
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| JesTheBarber | May 1 2017, 06:44 PM Post #17 |
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Rob stands there staring at Joe completely disgusted at the crap coming out of his mouth. Rob: Macaroni art?! Really Scarlit?! Who the hell does macaroni art anymore? That is so 2014! Obviously, Robs moved on to water colors.. Rob:And yeah, I am not the first to put on a suit. But I am the most impressive. Unlike you who does nothing to impress me. So unimpressed I've lost interest in you and your fairy tales. Rob then turns his attention to the Alpha Wolves. He looks them up and down and shakes his head like he is confused by their existence. Rob:Who.. What.. What the hell are you talking about?! I can't float over the top rope! If I could float I'd float back into the ring and I'd win, cus I'd never touch the floor! Do you understand that I woud.. Nevermind! I'm not floating around the ring okay!... I can however send your ass flying over the top rope, wolfy! . Rob continues to size Gustav up while speaking. Rob: But, I gotta know something, dog man. How do you expect me to take you seriously as a threat to take the Fighting Spirit Championship, when you guys couldn't even hold on to the tag team gold? The crowd errupt into a flood of boo's and Rob looks around with a smile. He got them mad it sounds like and Rob is getting a kick out of it. Rob: Who took that gold from you? The Crew. The same Crew who is going to be in that Battle Royal backing each other up, like brothers do! Right Nate?! Rob looks over to Nathaniel and nods his head, who in return forces himself to nod back, his face a bit red maybe expressing embarrassment. But Rob sees it for what it is. His big bro gave him the nod. Rob: This band of brothers, is going to do everything it can to make sure you never, ever, ever! Get your hands on the Fighting Spirit Championship, the Tag Ttitles or the World Heavy Weight Rising Championship of The World! So you two Alpha Poodles should just retire, or run off to the indies with Scarlit over there. Rob points to Joe and then slowly draws his attention over towards him. Rob squints his eyes and shakes his head in disgust. Rob: Macaroni art.. He softly says with so much distaste towards Stanton. |
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