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Post by Tony Khan on Sept 22, 2024 18:06:48 GMT
City: Pittsburgh, PA Venue: Petersen Events Center Deadline: October 1st 11:59 pm EST
Pre-show Open battle royal to those not booked
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Post by Kevin Steen on Sept 23, 2024 6:51:07 GMT
AEW Arena Parking Lot, a vibrant scene filled with excitement as talent arrive for their highly anticipated debut show. The atmosphere is charged with energy, the sound of engines revving and music blaring mixing with the murmurs of wrestlers discussing strategies and matchups. Kevin Steen leans against a sleek black SUV, arms crossed, his eyes locked on the stream of AEW talent pouring into the arena. He’s dressed in a fitted black t-shirt and jeans, a relaxed yet intense demeanor radiating from him. Steve Corino walks over, coffee in hand, a knowing grin on his face.
Steve Corino: You look like a kid in a candy store, Kev. What’s got you all fired up?
Kevin Steen: Just look at them, Steve. All that talent, all that energy... And here I am, just a guy standing on the sidelines.
He gestures toward a group of wrestlers laughing and chatting as they enter, excitement evident in their voices. Steve Corino takes a sip of his coffee before he continues to speak.
Steve Corino: You think they’ll even notice if you sneak in for that battle royal? You know they’re not going to check for a name badge.
Kevin turns to Steve, a smirk forming on his lips.
Kevin Steen: I’m not worried about getting in. I want to make a statement. I’ve fought my way up before, and I’m not about to just watch from the shadows.
Steve chuckles, leaning against the SUV, curious.
Steve Corino: You’re not even signed, man. What’s the plan? Just throw yourself into the ring and hope for the best?
Kevin starts pacing, the excitement bubbling beneath the surface as he thinks aloud.
Kevin Steen: Sometimes you have to create your own opportunity. It’s about making them remember who I am. I mean, they might be the new faces, but they don’t know who they’re dealing with.
Steve raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms, both amused and concerned.
Steve Corino: And if they toss you out? You think they’re going to welcome you with open arms? You know the kind of heat that could bring.
Kevin stops pacing, his expression serious but determined as his eyes gaze on Steve Corino.
Kevin Steen: Let them try. I’m not going in there to play nice. I want to rattle their cages, make them realize I’m here to stay.
He glances back toward the entrance, a fire igniting in his eyes.
Kevin Steen: This is a chance to remind everyone that I’m still a force to be reckoned with. I’ve taken bigger risks before. And hey, if I do this right, I could end up with a contract.
Steve shakes his head, half-amused, half-worried.
Steve Corino: You’re going to give me a heart attack. But I can’t say I don’t respect the hustle. Just… don’t say I didn’t warn you if things go sideways.
Kevin chuckles, the thrill of the unknown coursing through him.
Kevin Steen: Trust me, Steve. I thrive on chaos. They might be debuting tonight, but I’m going to steal the show.
With a determined nod, he pushes off the SUV, straightening up as he prepares to make his move.
Steve Corino: Just remember—if you get tossed out, there’s no coming back from that. You’ll need a plan.
Kevin Steen: The plan is to make an impact. I’ll figure the rest out later.
As Kevin strides confidently toward the entrance, Steve watches, a mixture of admiration and concern flickering in his eyes. The tension builds, the sounds of the arena growing louder, filled with cheers and shouts of anticipation.
Kevin pauses at the entrance, looking back at Steve one last time.
Kevin Steen: This is my moment. I’ll see you on the other side.
With that, he steps into the arena, the doors swinging shut behind him, the roar of the crowd echoing in the background as the scene shifts to the chaos unfolding inside. The camera pans back to Steve, who takes a deep breath, knowing full well that the night is about to get very interesting.
A few hours later… AEW Dynamite is live, the atmosphere electric. Kevin Steen’s makes his way to the ring from the crowd, and the crowd erupts as he wasn’t annouced, a fierce look of determination on his face as Steve Corino follows him from behind. He grabs a mic and stands center stage, taking in the energy of the audience.
Kevin Steen: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s great to be here on AEW Dynamite for my debut! And let me tell you something—I didn’t come here to just soak in the atmosphere. No, I came here for a reason: to make an impact!
The crowd chants “Steen! Steen!” as he paces the ring.
Kevin Steen: Tonight, there’s an open battle royal, and I want to make this clear—I am in that match! Now, I know what you’re all thinking: “But Kevin, you’re not signed!” Well, guess what? I don’t need a contract to be a part of the action! I’m here to throw down, and no one can stop me!
Steve Corino: Hold on a second, folks! You’re absolutely right! This is an open battle royal, and you deserve to be in it! I'm not going to be stupid enough to stop this guy from having a fight.
Kevin Steen: Thanks, Steve! I’ve fought too hard to let this opportunity pass me by. For years I've been stuck in another company where they tame me; they mold me to what they want me to be in their eyes. But NO LONGER I will be tame.
Steve Corino: There are guys in that match who’ve been grinding for years to earn their spot. They will have to wait in line because no one that steps into that tunnel does not have what it takes to handle pressure, unlike you. You’ve got what it takes! You’re not just stepping into that ring; you’re stepping into history! You’ve proven yourself time and time again, and tonight is no different!
Kevin Steen: Exactly! This isn’t just about me; it’s about proving that I belong here, regardless of whether I have a contract or not. And I know some of you think I didn’t earn my spot? I’ve been fighting tooth and nail for years! I’ve taken down legends and created chaos wherever I’ve gone! Tonight is no different! I’m ready to unleash chaos and remind everyone why I’m a force in this business!
The crowd is buzzing, fully behind Steen.
Kevin Steen: So let me make it perfectly clear: I am going to step into that battle royal and show everyone exactly why they should be afraid of Kevin Steen! I’m not just here to participate; I’m here to dominate!
Steve Corino: And let me tell you, Kevin, you’ve got an entire locker room that wants to make sure that you ain’t going to leave the match the winner and…
Kevin Steen: Bring it on! I thrive in chaos! And when the dust settles, I will be the last man standing! You want to talk about legacy? Well, tonight, I’m starting a new chapter—my chapter—in AEW! I’m ready to fight and throw down with anyone who gets in my way!
The crowd erupts in cheers, excitement building for the battle royal.
Kevin Steen: So all you other competitors, take note! When you see me in that ring, know that I’m coming for you. I’m going to make this debut one for the history books, and you can either step up or step aside!
He raises the mic high, the crowd rallying behind him.
Kevin Steen: Get ready, AEW, because the storm is coming, and I’m here to make my mark! Chaos will reign, and when I win that battle royal, everyone will remember the name Kevin Steen!
He drops the mic, the crowd going wild as he stares down Corino, setting the stage for an explosive night ahead.
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Post by Bo Dallas on Sept 23, 2024 8:38:56 GMT
HE WHO HAS OVERCOME HIS FEARS WILL TRULY BE FREE "Are you really ready for this, man?" he asked, his gaze fixed on the haunting image of Uncle Howdy, the demon that tormented him relentlessly. Whether the figure was real or just a figment of his imagination, he couldn't tell. Suddenly, the masked man moved, delivering a playful slap on his back, his voice reverberating through the desolate corridor of the arena. Bo Dallas inhaled deeply, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. "More than I've ever been," he asserted, attempting to reassure both himself and Uncle Howdy. He needed to believe he was prepared for the challenges ahead. The arena's neon lights flickered to life, bathing the concrete floor in a warm glow. The distant roar of the crowd swelled, building in intensity with each passing moment, a rhythmic pulse that matched Bo's racing mind. In the locker room, his eyes landed on a tattered poster of his brother, Bray Wyatt. It served as a poignant reminder of the legacy he now bore, a legacy that had been cruelly silenced by fate's hands "You've got this, Bo," Uncle Howdy encouraged, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Just step out there and set the place on fire." Bo nodded, his gaze lingering on the poster. The air was thick with anticipation, that electric feeling that only comes just before a wrestler's triumphant return. He felt the heavy burden of expectation, but also a fierce resolve to honor his brother's memory. As his music blasted through the speakers, a remix of his former theme, the crowd erupted in excitement. Bo took one final glance in the mirror, seeing a man who had faced unimaginable trials. The arena lights blazed brighter, signaling that the moment for reflection had come to an end. He emerged from behind the curtain, the thunderous applause of the audience crashing over him like a powerful wave. He absorbed the energy, letting it ignite his spirit as he strode confidently down the ramp. The spotlights danced across his physique, casting dramatic shadows that accentuated every sinew and scar, each a testament to his hard-fought journey. In the center of the ring, his adversary awaited, a self-assured grin etched on his face. Bo understood that this was no mere exhibition; this opponent had been selected to challenge him, to gauge whether he still possessed the fire within. The bell rang, its sound reverberating through the arena, signaling the start of the clash. Every movement was a masterclass in precision, a powerful ballet of strength and finesse that had the audience captivated. The thud of bodies colliding, the grunts of effort, and the resounding slap of the mat filled the atmosphere with palpable intensity. As the contest unfolded, Bo felt the rust of inactivity dissolve, replaced by the primal instinct that had once made him a formidable contender. His apprehension transformed into a surge of adrenaline, and with each punch thrown and every slam executed, he proclaimed his resurgence. He noticed his opponent's confidence wane, shifting from arrogance to trepidation as Bo's comeback gained momentum. The crowd erupted into chants of his name, a harmonious wave of encouragement that grew louder with each decisive move. This was his moment to prove to the world that he was not merely the sibling of a legend—he was a legend in his own right. The momentum of the match swung decisively in Bo's favor, and he could almost taste victory. He ascended the ropes, ready to unleash a signature move that would cement his triumph, one reminiscent of the glory days when his brother competed. The arena fell silent, holding its breath for the moment that would resonate through wrestling history. And then, it happened. Bo launched himself off the ropes, soaring through the air before crashing down onto his opponent with a resounding impact. The crowd erupted in a frenzy of cheers, and the referee's hand hit the mat three times, sealing his fate. Victorious, Bo paused to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He gazed up at the rafters, raising his fists in a silent tribute to his brother. The spotlight intensified, nearly blinding him, as the crowd erupted in chants of his name. He had achieved it. He had honored Bray's memory and proven to himself that he was ready to reclaim his rightful place in the wrestling arena. Yet, this was merely the beginning. As confetti cascaded around him and the music swelled, Bo understood that a new chapter was unfolding. More matches awaited, more battles to fight, and countless opportunities to demonstrate his worth. He was no longer just Bo Dallas—he had become the torchbearer for his brother, the one destined to keep their legacy alive and vibrant. With each step he took toward the backstage area, he felt Bray's spirit beside him, urging him forward. This marked the dawn of his redemption journey, and he was prepared to face any challenges that lay ahead. As Bo Dallas awakened, jolting back from his dream, he remained seated, still staring at the image of his brother. None of it had been real, none of it had been the truth, yet it felt so genuine, especially as he heard Uncle Howdy's laughter echoing in his mind, teasing him, unsettling him, blurring the lines between reality and illusion. In those quiet moments, thoughts of Bray would wash over him. The dream had been so strikingly vivid that it felt as if his brother was guiding him. He pondered whether Bray would be proud, watching from whatever realm his spirit now inhabited. He abruptly turned his head, realization washing over him—this was undeniably real. The atmosphere in the arena buzzed with an electric energy, a vibrant force that seemed to shimmer in the air. Bo's heart pounded in his chest as he tightened the laces of his boots, the gravity of the moment settling on him like a heavy cloak. In the stillness of the locker room, Bo retrieved his phone and scrolled through the messages from his brother Bray. He lifted his gaze, locking eyes with the man who had been both his adversary and his guide. "This is for you, big brother," he whispered, his thumb gliding over the screen to the final message Bray had sent him. "I’ll make you proud even if it kills me." The corridors of the arena blurred around him as he approached the gorilla position. Each stride brought him nearer to the thunderous crowd, and with it, his excitement surged. The air was thick with the aroma of sweat and resolve, a heady blend that ignited his spirit. As he advanced, Uncle Howdy suddenly appeared, grabbing him and holding him in place. "You haven't seen anything yet, Bo; there's still so much ahead of you," Uncle Howdy's gravelly voice resonated in the stale room, his words stark against the silence that had settled like dust in the corners. Bo Dallas looked up, his eyes swollen and red from the tears that had streamed down his face. The walls, lined with faded posters of wrestling icons, felt as if they were closing in on him. The familiar scent of sweat and determination lingered, a reminder of the countless training sessions that had taken place in this very space. “You need to rise up, just like your older brother Bray did. Embrace the man you were destined to become; emulate him, shed the persona of a joke, and adopt a serious demeanor,” Uncle Howdy urged, his words a gentle push toward the right path. The mention of Bray Wyatt sent Bo's thoughts spiraling. It felt as if his heart had been wrenched from his chest, leaving an emptiness that time alone could never mend. Bray was not just a brother; he was Bo's idol, his guide, his closest friend. The room felt like a relic, suspended in the moment when Bray's career soared. The wrestling mat lay ready, the ropes still taut, as if anticipating a match that would never unfold. Bo's eyes wandered to the championship belts proudly displayed on the shelf above the television, silent testaments to the glory days that fate had cruelly snatched away. "You need to embrace the pain, son," Uncle Howdy said, his voice now softer, almost compassionate. "But don’t let it overwhelm you. Channel it. Let it inspire you to improve, to become more like him." Bo's grip on the chair tightened, his knuckles turning pale from the strain. He hadn’t set foot in the ring since the day Bray's death shattered their lives. Just the thought of it unleashed a fresh wave of sorrow, but also ignited something else... a flicker of anger, a spark of determination. Bo inhaled deeply, the air heavy with the scent of old sweat and worn leather. "What do I need to do? " he asked, his voice barely audible. "Discover your true self," Uncle Howdy urged, his gaze burning with an intense fervor. "Unearth the shadows that dwell within you, the very shadows that once empowered Bray. Accept them, and allow them to lead you." His words lingered in the atmosphere like a daring challenge, a rallying cry. Bo felt an unfamiliar warmth blossom in his chest, igniting a flame deep within his spirit. He understood Uncle Howdy's message; it was the only path to honor Bray's memory. He needed to transform into something greater, something more sinister. But first, he had to confront the anguish that loomed over him like a dark cloud. Rising to his feet, Bo emerged from the shadows into the faint glow of light. His image in the grimy mirror appeared vacant, a mere echo of the man he used to be. He inhaled deeply, releasing the breath slowly, feeling the weight of Uncle Howdy's words settle heavily upon him. "I will make you proud, Uncle Howdy. I understand who you are, I grasp the significance of this moment, I recognize what must be done. I know I can grow stronger, I can bring joy to Bray, I can fulfill our shared dream, for both of us," he whispered, addressing the spirit of his brother. "I will become what you always believed I could." The room was silent, yet in that stillness, Bo could almost hear the faint sound of Bray's laughter, the thunderous applause of the crowd, and the promise of a future alive with fireflies and chaos. With renewed determination, he turned toward the door, prepared to embrace the unknown and evolve into the man Uncle Howdy envisioned he could become.
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Post by Will Ospreay on Sept 23, 2024 17:11:05 GMT
T H E - A E R I A L - A S S A S I N’’ Let’s go Ospreay…. Let’s go Ospreay! ’’ ‘ Luke Jacobs catches Will Ospreay as he rebounds for the Oscutter… Full nelson slam! He hooks the leg… ONNNE… TWOOO… OSPREAY KICKS OUT! frustration sets in for Luke Jacobs! He’s had enough, he bangs the mat with his hands and propels himself to his feet pushing off of it to aid his ascent… Stepping back he sizes up Ospreay, he performs his signature taunt letting the fans know that it’s about time for The Screwdriver!!! Ospreay slowly up, Ospreay turns slowly, Jacobs is ready for him, kick to the mid-section of Ospreay, he lifts him up… Ospreay kicks his legs like his life depended on it flipping straight out of the suplex position to his feet… Jacobs rushes him…. ‘ Oscutter!!!!! This time Ospreay connects, kip-up straight to his feet…. Ospreay rushes to the corner, he turns, willing his opponent up, he panders to the fans removing his elbow pad… They know what’s coming!!!! Ospreay rushes the rising Luke Jacobs… ‘ THE HIDDEN BLADE!!!! OSPREAY NAILS IT, he hooks the leg… ONNE… TWOOO… THREEE!!!!!Rev Pro Ring AnnouncerLadies and Gentlemen here is your winnnner…. ANNND STILLL, THE REVPRO BRITISH HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! THE COMMONWEALTH KINGPIN, THE AEIRAL ASSASIN, WILLLLL OSPPPPREEEAYYYY!!!’’ELLLLLEVATTTED, ELEVATE ME TO THE STARS, WO-OAH, WE’RE SOO ELEVATED!’’‘ The referee reaches for Ospreay’s championship and quickly joins him, placing it in Will’s hand as he raises his hand into the air, his theme music peaking to everybody’s favorite part as he hoists it high into the air.’’OSPREAY-OSPREAY!!!!.... OSPREAY-OSPREAY!!!!.... OSPREAY-OSPREAY!!!!!’’‘ The Geordie crowd are pumped in Newcastle as Will Ospreay once again defends his Undisputed British Championship, a title that Ospreay was proud to carry… This company had made him the man that he is, and he wore it with pride… Amidst the celebration heads would turn and the fans popped for a very well known figure within professional wrestling as he had made his way out from the back and was now climbing the steel steps, microphone in hand..Tony SchiavoneLadies and gentlemen give it up forrr the impressive, aerial assassin that is Will Ospreay!!!!‘ Ospreay lowers his championship belt as the fans pop, rumors had been running rampant in regards to Will Ospreay and his contract ending with New Japan Pro Wrestling, Tony was well know to be associated with start-up promotion AEW, a company that already managed to bag several of the worlds biggest and brightest stars. Oepreat tilts his head back, brushing it aside and flicking the dampness from his hand following a grueling matchup with Luke Jacobs..Tony SchiavoneWill, you look, well, as impressive as ever, you have an unrivaled arsenal of maneuvers at your disposal and gravity, well it clearly isn’t a factor for you… Congratulations on your victory tonight, we at All Elite Wrestling, we commend your efforts in this business and Tony Khan has issued his sincerest apologies that he could not be here tonight in person, in front of this wonderful British audience. ‘ Ospreay had promised an announcement, and it would appear that the rumors were true! NJPW has really dropped the ball on this one… Ospreay hands off his Championship to the referee and places a t-shirt on that is passed to him by his Revpro ring valet… Tony at that point pulls out an envelope and holds it up at the side of his microphone.Tony SchiavoneTony Khan personally placed this envelope in my hand, and I was under strict instructions to make sure that I delivered it to you personally, Tony literally flew me to Newcastle via his private jet…. So here I am, and here it is… ‘ Tony extends the envelope out towards.Will Ospreay took a step forward, accepting it from his hands… Ospreay pats it across his right hand and turns to the onlooking ring announcer positioned on the outside.WILL OSPREAYOi mate, give me that microphone.‘ The ring announcer tosses the microphone up to Ospreay who catches it with one hand, he then turns to face Tony Schiavone.WILL OSPREAYOi bruv… Before we even go anywhere with this, can we give this man here a round of applause, mate I loved you in WCW, growing up you brought the action to life bruv, when it comes to commentary, this man right here, he is the geezer you want to be.‘ The fans applaud Tony Schiavone and circulate a chant for him, they are as delighted as Will Ospreay by his surprise appearance…WILL OSPREAYNow, I’m guessing there is something for me in this envelope from Tony yeah?‘ Tony affirms with a nod….Tony SchiavoneThat’s right sir.WILL OSPREAYPlease mate, don’t call me sir, the name is Will, and it's my pleasure to meet you… Just like it was my pleasure to perform here tonight in Gateshead stadium, in front of all you beautiful people that came out to support me and watch me defend my Undisputed British Championship! Luke was a great opponent, and my hats off to him for his efforts, but bruv, the fact is, Luke Jacobs is Luke Jacobs, and there's only one,Will Fucking Ospreay!‘ Tony cracks a smile as Ospreay backs up his out-going respect with his own self-confidence.WILL OSPREAYSo le’ me just ask you people, do you wanna see what's in this envelope?Ospreay holds the envelope in the air…. The fans responded with a yes chant.WILL OSPREAYAlright, keep your knickers on, let's see what they’ve got to say…. Tony, if you would do the honors bruv.Ospreay opens up the envelope and unfolds the paper inside it, the panning camera catches the AEW logo printed across the top of it, it looks to be a multi-page document held together with a paperclip. Ospreay begins to read the document as Tony holds the microphone to his mouth.WILL OSPREAY’’Dear Will….. Attached to this letter is a contract, upon this contract is a deal that spans the course of 3 years, with an option to re-negotiate at the one year mark as discussed…. I apologize that I could not be there tonight in person to seal the deal with you myself… But if you accept our offer, we would like for you to be a part of AEW’s first official show, furthermore we would like you to participate in the kick-off battle royal which will highlight some of our brightest signings and introduce the fans to our roster.... The figures are agreed upon as discussed, and I hope that you sign with our company, if you help elevate us, we will help elevate you…’’ BRUVV!Ospreay takes a step back with a smile upon his face, he brushes his hand across his mouth and nods towards Tony Schavone…. The fans are excited, he looks out towards them…WILL OSPREAYWha’do ya reckon? Should I show these yanks that the British are made of sterner stuff? Bruv… Shall I show these yanks what feeling hungry is all about??? BRUUUVVV… SHALL I SHOW AEW, THAT WILL OSPREAY IS THE FEELING! THAT WILL OSPREAY IS THE HUNGRIEST MAN ON THE PLANET!!!?The fans chant yes in response to Ospreay’s question.WILL OSPREAYMate…Ospreay places his hand upon the shoulder of Tony Schiavone and looks him dead in the eye, with a serious look now upon his face, one that he breaks for a smile as he asks the next question…..WILL OSPREAYYou got a pen?Tony, alongside the fans are all smiles, an Ospreay chant circulates as Tony pulls out a pen from his jacket pocket and places it in Ospreay’s hand, Will circles the rin, he flicks back to the final page of the contract and holds the pen up, soaking up the moment as the fans urge him to sign… Will clicks the top of the pen and places it to paper, inking his name he then places the contract back in Tony’s hand and grabs the microphone from him.WILL OSPREAYOi Bruv, I guess it’s official, Will Ospreay is All Elite… And let me tell you that I mean it when I say that this is the biggest moment of my career, nah bruv, this is the biggest moment of my life!? Maate, do you know how many matches I’ve done, do you know how much blood i’ve bled, and how much sweat I've poured to get to this point…. And I know there are a couple of disappointed faces in the crowd, there will certainly be the odd-bods in New Japan, that are pissed because I haven't resigned with them… I’m sure the WWE are wondering why I didn’t sign and go on over to NXT… Trips it’s simple, like I told you on the phone, I’m not NXT… I’m NOW BRUV!Ospreay is fired up, he confirms the internet rumors that WWE, NJPW and AEW were all interested in signing himWILL OSPREAYYou know what the deal breaker was for me guys?!Ospreay looks out to his adoring fans who had followed him up and down the country to Revpro events.WILL OSPREAYIt was you Bruv… He’s Tony Khan not Tony Montana, but he made me an offer that I couldn't refuse… Ospreay is clearly hyped, you can tell he is made-up in the moment and is enjoying being in front of his home crowd who are happy as he is for himself..WILL OSPREAYYa’see, unlike Triple H, unlike New Japan Pro Wrestling, Tony understands…. He understands that I have a narc for seeking out the best competition in the world, I already beat everyone in NJPW bruv… So he told me who was gonna be eating at the table, and I just couldn’t help myself, mate, imagine Will Ospreay taking on Seth Rollins?The fans responded positively.WILL OSPREAYBRUVV…. Can you imagine, John Cena, tryna keep up with me? Never mind you can’t see me, bruv, you can’t catch me, I’m the Aerial Assassin, maaate, I will end a match in any moment…. What about… What if the Kingpin of the Commonwealth went one on one with The Tribal Chief?The fans are foaming at the prospect of these potential match-ups.WILL OSPREAYYou know what, screw it… Let’s see what these boys have to offer, let’s see who shows up for the first dance…. Bruv, let’s see if there is a superstar man enough to dump Will Ospreay out of the bigggest match of hisss liiiffe!The fans are solidly behind Ospreay..WILL OSPREAYYou know what else Tony did… He didn’t try and rip me from my roots, he didn’t try and take me from Rev Pro wrestling! So all though this is goodbye for the moment…. Just remember, that this Championship, right here… It’s mine Bruv, and I’ll be back, whenever I need to be, to defend it against anyone who thinks they’ve got the stomach for the Aerial Assassin…. From the bottom of my heart I thank each and everyone of you for supporting me as your Champion, and make sure you come along for the ride, as I ascend from Undisputed British Champion…. To TNT Champion, to AEW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLLLD….. BRUVVVV!!!Ospreay takes back his Revpro World Championship and hoists it alongside his AEW contract as his theme music plays, the fans along with Tony Schiavone applaud him to close out the show.
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Post by Goldberg on Sept 24, 2024 3:46:22 GMT
The scene opens up at a AEW, they are having a few matches but saving The big stars for Shocker.Just then after intermission, most fans are back to their Seats and some are getting to their seats. The lights dim and suddenly that good 'ol tune starts blaring... and... Goldberg... appears on the titan tron as out walks Bill Goldberg on the stage dressed up and wearing shades. The crowd goes crazy for Goldberg as he smiles fist pumps to the crowd. He then walks down the ramp and slaps hands with fans on either side of the ramp. He then walks up the ring steps and goes through the middle rope and holds up his arms and spins in the middle of the ring just then he points to each section of the crowd. He then grabs a microphone from the ring announcer as his theme stops... the fans chant.. '' Gooooooooooolberg Gooooooooooldberg Gooooooooooooooooldberg'' and he begins to speak after pausing as the fans chant... Who's Next| Goldberg: Ladies and gentlemen..... Da Man Is back in Town!!!!.. Kevin Bo and Will Osperay.. Time's ticking away before I enter the battle royal AEW Went down I've been sitting.. Waiting... Waiting for my Opportunity. now I got it.
Crowd: GOOOOOOOLDBERG! GOOOOOOOOOLDBERG! GOOOOOOOLDBERG!GOOOOOLDBERG! GOOOOOLDBERG! Who's Next| Goldberg: Thank you. Ospreay.. You are a great athlete.. but So am I..I am a Former WCW World Champion! and US Champion.. I was undefeated.. I almost led WCW past The AEW.. People like Sting, Rob Van Dam, Adam Copeland, and Ric Flair, noone could compete with guys like Adam Page, Darby Allen, Swerve Strickland, Miro and yours truly.. Noone in the Aew could compete with Aew so they took Cheap shots in order to put AEW Outta business.. So when AEW AEW went down I vowed to get back in the business and take out my frustrations on someone. And that someone is Will... Ospreay...
Crowd: Ospreay! Ospreay! Ospreay!
Who's Next| Goldberg: that's great but it won't be Will in this one.. Will has stepped in Crap he can't Storm Breaker his way out of.. Who's Next| Goldberg: Now, Will Ospreay. Mr Sky King'' its almost time for the three of you to step in the ring with The Best in the Business.. Are you three Ready? I will take you three down in your Own.. Personal.. Battle, Will... Kevin.. Bo Dallas... Guess What? You're Next!!
The scene closes as Goldberg tosses the mic back to the ring announcer outside the ring, and his music hits The P.A., and the crowd goes Crazy as Goldberg poses for a little bit on the turnbuckle as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Liv Morgan on Sept 24, 2024 4:57:37 GMT
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SHE DOESN'T FIT YOUR MOLD DON'T LET HER IN!
SHE ISN'T WORTHY TO SIGN WITH YOU!
SHE IS CRAZY AND ONLY WILL CAUSE PANIC!
WILL YOU LET HER IN?
SHE JUST WANTS IN!
LET ME IN!
I WILL MAKE THEM ALL WATCH!
THEY WILL ALL BE WATCHING!
JUST...
WATCH...
ME!
There was a new face that had just signed with AEW and it was a name that was known prior to joining AEW. A woman who had other intentions rather than just seeking gold. No this new hire was seeking attention and seeking to be heard. The scene opened up backstage to Tony Khan appearing on the screen.
Tony Khan: This week we have the privilege to have signed one of the most talented women in wrestling today. She wanted to be introduced the proper way. Her career beyond these walls has been one of immense success. Starting here she brings that same determination and attitude to All Elite Wrestling. Her only need is that you watch. So as someone that understands making sure people notice them I give to you the one and only Liv Morgan!
The scene of Tony in his office would transfer over to a picture of Liv Morgan smiling with her head down and her fingers interlaced over her knees as they were up against her chest.
Liv Morgan: I'd like to thank Tony for that welcome but the truth is that I demanded that when I signed my contract. I'm not your ordinary signature. I'm not your run of the mill hire. When I came to AEW I figured there would be a standard of talent here besides the few that I saw. But I literally looked at the list that Tony provided and I couldn't help but laugh.
Raising her head up slowly but not moving her hands Liv's face showed one of non-interest. As if she almost felt pity in her eyes.
Liv Morgan: Is it wrong of me to think that? To witness such a wasted space when the male talent is obviously on fire? My phone has rung since the moment I arrived from Will Ospreay, Cody Rhodes, and even AJ Styles. That is how you know your name carries weight. When the men of the highest caliber calls you or slides into your DMs on day 1 of signing! But the women? Oh God! I feel sorry for the people that will have to watch from week to week.
Finally moving her hands Liv Morgan would raise one hand up and a single finger. She didn't seem to happy now.
Liv Morgan: Out of all the people this company could sign I see Rhea Ripley. A massive talent in her own right. Rhea is by far the best one besides myself that that AEW has had the honor of seeing join their rosters. Mandy Rose, Jade Cargill, Mia Yim, Elektra Lopez, and who really cares after that. One name! Sad to say that Tony Khan knows his men but his choice in most women not even blind guys would date and deaf guys would find pleasant to not hear them!
Suddenly the camera would flash in and out and Liv was nowhere to be seen for the moment. Only a voice echoing was heard as the lights kept flashing.
SHE WANTS TO PLAY WITH YOU!
SHE ONLY SEEKS TO TOY WITH YOU!
WILL YOU FOLLOW HER ALONG THE PATH OF DESTRUCTION?
CAN YOU FATHOM WHAT THE FUTURE BRINGS?
IS THIS A REVENGE TOUR?
NO! IT'S DECIMATION THROUGH A NEW OPEN DOOR!
ARE YOU WATCHING NOW?
WILL YOU BE WATCHING?
JUST...
WATCH...
ME!
Suddenly the flashing stopped and Liv was in the same spot as she had been before. In this instance she was pressing her hands together almost.
Liv Morgan: I'm the most intricate example of feminine furious intent that this company will ever see. I'm primal carnage in a package you wouldn't expect and it all starts in a battle royal that so far as I know is dominated by men. But boys you know that women aren't the weaker sex right? That was a past understanding when the world was different. Now the rights are a little more aligned in the wrestling business. You are not on a stage where you are measuring your dicks against one another. In fact you have to face the truth that with every single minute that there is a girl out there that can kick your ass.
Liv would point to herself with a smirk on her lips.
Liv Morgan: I know it is hard to accept that Lucy your next door neighbor or Agatha your sixty something grandma has the right to cheer for me as I settle your ass into place. But will you play with little me? Will you dare to hurt this face? I am the beauty to your beast that you seek. Don't damage me if you'd rather hold my hand and walk beside me. But I know this won't work on all of you. The truth is you may hesitate but I want you to hit me. God please hit me! I'm dying for you to make that mistake so I can end your world. I'm so going to enjoy you making that mistake. Oh I'd so much enjoy the pain cause I take it and I return it. It's almost a wrong sense of pleasure but you know what come on and smack me. Make me feel good!
Liv couldn't help but laugh as the lights flashed again and the scene changed. Instead of the locker room Liv was now in a different attire rocking back and forth in a corner within the hallway. She was holding her head and not moving but it sounded like she was laughing slightly.
Liv Morgan: Can't you all hear them? Can't you hear them laughing at you? They say your not worthy. Not worthy of the chances to be in the ring. They are telling me that I need to remove the cancer. I can see the cancer too. The ones that will make this place bleak. Make this place a failure. I need to stop them! Will you watch? Will you watch me? It keeps repeating. Over and over and over! It won't stop!
Still with her head down Liv would hear a voice in the distance and it was Tony checking on her now.
Tony Khan: Liv what is going on? Are you okay?
Liv Morgan: Tony they are here! They want to ruin you before it starts! I need to handle them! I need to remove the cancer before it has a chance to start and spread through the footholds of your company!
Tony Khan: Liv there is no cancer and if there was I'd handle it I swear to you. This company will thrive without ruin.
With that Tony knew that he should probably walk away which he did. Liv would look up to see him gone and just stared in the direction as he left.
Liv Morgan: He's blind because I see it and I know you all at home see it don't you? The cancer! I can see them spewing their nonsense and claiming they are the best. The cries of those whom are not on the same level as me. Those that will bring the ruin of this company! I mentioned their names earlier and the voice call for them to be removed. I guess it is up to me to perform the surgery. I'll start in the battle royal! Yes! I'll start there and remove it! Will I be enough or should I call upon names that would help me? There they are again the voices. Trust only few they tell me. Be the chemo to this cancer, be the treatment. Save All Elite Wrestling before it's too late!
Only a creepy smile appeared over the lips of Liv Morgan as she knew her role now. She was to be the solution and the cure. The crazed look only seemed more profound as if she was staring out across at people that may have been staring back at her. The reader of this feeling the deep intent as Liv's eyes peered into them making them understand just as much.
Liv Morgan: Oh what's wrong a little too much fourth wall for you? Too bad if Deadpool can do it so can I! Haven't you ever heard of Gwenpool? But you get it I know you do. You're watching with hungry intent. What will Liv Morgan do next?
Suddenly Liv would shake her head not knowing what was happening and seemingly like herself again as she stared off into the distant. Her eyes looking around and searching. The lights flashed again and suddenly it's as if the seen never happened as the image was showing Liv back in her locker room dressed like she was before at the very start of her promo.
Liv Morgan: So as I said before you can hit me. You can make the blood run down my face and I'll taste the warmth of my own fluid. It's only an indicator of what I need to do to you as well. I don't care if you are a man or woman because I'll treat you equal. Deliver to me your most adept form of carnage. Deliver to me your most dangerous and outrageous moves for I would love to take them! You must know I won't stop until I can't move. I can feel the euphoria already of the violence. It's like an intoxication that is soothing to me.
Liv would actually smile thinking about the feeling of having her head busted open. She seemed a little twisted and dark but it was an enjoyable thought to her. It meant that she was truly alive and anyone that knew her also knew this especially her fans.
Liv Morgan: Take me into your arms and dance with me. Show me your moves so I can return the favor. The pleasure of it is almost unbearable. I'm invested now so show me that love. We can share this moment together because at the end of the night I promise you'll know my name. Win, lose, or draw of matches to come no one is the same as Liv Morgan. It's not a revenge tour it's a massacre through a new opened door! I know it is a lot to take in but you won't walk alone. I'm right here for each and everyone of you I deem worth it. That list is short for the moment but will you please dance with me?
Liv seemed to be smiling as she was enjoying herself. Despite this she would then cross her hands together as she leaned forward.
Liv Morgan: You're questioning it now aren't you? Those that are fighting don't be that way. I promise your tears will only stain the mat for so long before they evaporate just like people caring about you. The fans already know you're suffering and they already know you will disappoint them. You know who won't be a disappointment? The obvious answer is something you know already. It is me! I'm the reason screens turn on. My form is the reason people love to use zoom on the internet. I'm a spectacle to behold and I clearly know that. I'm going into the battle royal ready. I think you've already heard this but watch me!
The scene came to a close as the screen faded to black from the final words of Liv Morgan. It was a crazy promo to say the least but it had finally come to an end until that same voice echoed afterward.
YOU'VE HEARD HER WORDS NOW TRUST IN THEM!
SHE'S HERE TO FREE YOU FROM THE NORMALITY!
CAN YOU EVEN FATHOM NOT FOLLOWING HER?
SO WILL YOU BE WATCHING?
HONESTLY YOU KNOW YOU WILL BE WATCHING!
JUST...
WATCH...
ME!
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Post by Tatum Paxley on Sept 24, 2024 16:58:23 GMT
Tatum Paxley was nothing less than a crazed loon. As she sits in her asylum room, wearing a black Nirvana shirt, jeans, her glasses and with her straitjacket next to her, she is seen, with her hair in pigtails, playing with a doll of herself that she made, and a a dollhouse that her mother gave her as something to do. But little did her mom know, Tatum had something to do.
“A new company and so many playmates! This is why I love battle royals! I look forward to seeing all of them! Sadie, we got a playmate I’m a true fan of, and one that like me, has a few screws loose! And yes, I’m talking about you, Liv Morgan! We should play sometime!”
Sadie was Tatum’s doll she talked to and played with. At times, she even made the doll talk back, which made doctors and patients at the asylum she stayed at, think that she had a whole bunch of screws loose or she was on something illicit. But which was it?
“But we will, in this match. But see, Livvy, I invite you to come play sometime outside the ring. I know we will have so much fun together, in and out of the ring, hahahahaha! Isn’t that right, Sadie?”
Sadie was dressed exactly like Tatum except that when she was out of her room, Tatum either had to wear handcuffs or a straitjacket, as she was prone to snapping on people who made fun of her. She hadn’t had to wear them in a while but was wondering if she’d need to before this was done.
“See, I am more concerned with getting a new toy. That gold belt the women get. But there is one person I already can’t stand. Mandy Rose. Little miss high school bully. I know you love bullying outcasts like me. I dare you, Mandy. Come play with me. You won’t make it out alive. See, there is something to note about this place I live.”
The place was full of not only jail like cells, one of which Tatum lived in as she was given both a cell and her room, but dingy gray walls and concrete floors. Obviously there were no sharp objects or weapons allowed. But Tatum’s IED issue was why she would snap on people if they set her off. There was quite a few ways to do this. Picking on her for being short, for wearing glasses, or the same thing that once set AJ Lee off and that was calling Tatum crazy. She was that but hated being called that.
“I got locked in here because of my violent outbursts. And this place is somewhere you wouldn’t easily survive. Just like being in the ring with me. Mandy, if you should dare to cross me, you’re not going to survive for long, if at all. Sadie and I are going to make sure of that. Back to Liv for a minute here though.”
Tatum cackles as she takes out an action figure of Liv, that frankly, she was a bit obsessed with. She had modified the figure’s attire to look like hers and even had Liv’s blonde hair in pigtails, like hers. A mirror image even if the figure’s hair was the wrong color. She then cackles once more as she speaks.
“Oh Olivia. You tell people to watch you. Well, I’ll be doing a lot of that through these glasses I have on. I’m going to make sure you don’t get in my way, and nor does Mandy if she has the balls to enter this match. But see, Olivia, I have this action figure of you that I found lying around the asylum. I have modified it in my image. Isn’t it pretty? Soon, I will have you in my clutches and will force you and Mandy to come over and play with me!”
Tatum was getting crazier by the second. As she removed her glasses, one could see crazed, bloodshot eyes. As she gives one more evil cackle, she speaks again, knowing where she was going with this. She then produces a doll of Mandy that she made herself, in the same fashion as Liv’s doll/action figure. She then speaks one last time.
“Amanda, Olivia, and everyone else, I will look forward to playing with you all inside that ring. But see, you will all fall to the same fate. You will all be caught in the Psycho Trap! Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. Fall, everyone must, everyone but me! HAHAHAHA!”
She then rips the heads off both the Mandy doll and the one of Liv, and starts to cry. As she is pitching a fit, the workers rush in and help her put her glasses back on as they handcuff her and take her to her cell so she could calm down before she went back to her room. Once she’s in her cell, the handcuffs come off and the door is locked and she screams one more time.
“LET ME OUT OF HERE! I DID NOTHING WRONG! I WILL GET MY REVENGE ON ALL OF YOU GUARDS!”
With that, she is seen, holding the bars of her cell as the screen goes blood red and blood drips down slowly, ending the promo once the screen is fully drenched in blood, and it reads “Tatum Paxley is coming for you, Liv.”
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Post by Darby Allin on Sept 24, 2024 17:16:49 GMT
One of the greatest accomplishments in the professional wrestling business is being able to tell your story in front of millions. For many, they're a page in their storybook ending. Ushering in chapter by chapter for their tales to be told for a lifetime. Perhaps this was the long term plan for one man in particular, Darby Allin. For him, this was a journey that would engulf his entire livelihood. It would swallow him hole. Some might say it even saved his life. From enduring the troubles of being homeless, to a worldwide sensation. Darby Allin has shortened his life for the enjoyment of these people. And if I was a betting man? I'd say he'd do it a million times more. Shifting our feel good story, we shift to the modern day. A dark lit room, almost something out of a horror film. A gloomy silver smoke fades into the hollow room which adorns our view. It isn't long before we are met with the sound of footsteps. Mere seconds pass before we see one, Darby Allin. He opens:
DARBY ALLIN I don't think the world will ever fully understand the love I have for this business. To sit here and learn from one of the best performers this world has even seen. That man was Sting! To giving my body to the art that is this business. I have such love for this, that...it's almost become second nature. It's like I wake up in the morning, and I'm just ready to go. I'm not just a character on TV. I paint my face to reflect who I am. The things I've faced in this life. Sitting on those streets like a scrap dog. It was professional wrestling that gave me my identity. It rescued me when I didn't have much to save. And for it? I'm forever thankful. (He pauses to himself. Genuinely reflecting on how impact pro wrestling was to him, and his life.) However, this isn't a story about my life. It's a story of the journey ahead. Let's move ahead, and address Dynamite. For those who don't know -- There's an open battle royal, and I'm letting the world know today that Darby Allin is going to be in it.
Perhaps it was pride, perhaps it was just a little bit more. A smile slides across the face of Darby as he nods his head. A thumb graces over his bottom lip as he swiftly resumes.
DARBY ALLIN What's that mean for everybody else though? It's the eye of the beholder, I feel. Some might see me as a bit of a challenge, others might look at me like I'm nothing. It's been the story of my entire life. As I went through that life, I began to realize something. Those people who labeled me such negative things. The nobodies of the world. Bastard. Coward. A loser. All these things subjective to a character, and they was all thrown on my shoulders. I didn't let it harm me, as much as I'd like to think I did. Yet, I began to DOUBT myself. I DOUBTED my very well being. Then along came professional wrestling. It wasn't easy, but I realized this is what I wanted to do. This is the dream I had. Sure, when I began to fill my pockets, it took a little bit of that pain away. But it's not about the moment for me. Just look at me. These scars across my body. These broken bones. Hell, even the years off my life. Yet, I'd fight for a lifetime. I'd give my last breath doing this, and that's what separates me from everyone else. (To further add onto his point, Darby points directly to his chest.) People like to think they know what Darby Allin is all about. Some would like to say they even know who I am. Yet, not a single person could tell you what I'm thinking. They could never tell you how I calculate everything, and even then? I throw it all out the damn window, because I have give EVERYTHING...because I know what it's like to have NOTHING! The room goes pitch black, if only for a moment. Just enough to allow his mind to think. Upon returning to the cameras focus, the smoke had faded. Dissipated into the air.
DARBY ALLIN To look into my eyes, I'd offer you a chance to walk a mile in my footsteps. A challenge I'd throw on anyone who decides to step foot inside that battle royal. Maybe then, you might understand where I come from. Until then, just assume what you already do. I know who I am. I know what I stand for. The people who admire me. The people who gain that courage through my eyes. These rose-colored classes shine brightest when I hear how I've helped people. The misfits of this world. The people away from this business -- Just like me, who had NOTHING who had to adapt. I'm not a man to be put on a pedestal, nor will I ride a high horse. But when I hear how I've saved lives. How I've motivated these people to change for themselves, man...I really take that to heart. Everyone who sets foot inside that battle royal have an agenda of some sort. At the end of the day, they'll all do it for some sort of gain. Even then, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't cut from that same cloth. For me, it's that rush again. That desire to put on the best show I can for our fans. But away from all of that. I want the biggest prize this company has to offer. I want the AEW Championship!
There it was. Him making his true intentions known. After all his sacrifices, a true goal had to be in place. The biggest question above all is if he can achieve that dream. Maybe in some world, it's possible. In the real world? Is it more a dream, than a reality?
DARBY ALLIN I know what it's like to be a champion. But this is different. This is something I need to do. I have given everything I can for this business. I have given my love, and then some. But maybe it's a one-sided kind of love, and that's okay. But if I never achieve this dream of holding our companies biggest prize, then this will have been for NOTHING. It hurts me to admit it, but it's the cold-hearted truth. I give, and I give, and every time after I get this little itch in the back of my head asking when enough is going to be ENOUGH. It sucks, man. That said, I fight because I need this more than it needs me. Call in an addiction, I call it true love. Like a needle in my veins, I feed for this business. And yet? I'm back to where it all began. I'm just a nobody. A bastard. A coward. Labels that follow me. But if I said I still had love for them, would you believe me!? It's funny how this goes. A man who lost everything captured it all because of this business. That very man could destroy it all, just because he doesn't know when to quit. Maybe one day I'll die doing the thing I love. Maybe one day I'll achieve my dream, or...I'll burn this entire place down trying.
Another smile slides across the face of Darby as he pulls out a flyer for the upcoming episode of Dynamite. Igniting it aflame for all to see.
DARBY ALLIN Do you understand the message I'm trying to send? It's not one of hate, but one of sacrifice. I came into this knowing that I'll never the favorite. Maybe I am a bastard. I came into this knowing that I'll never be the winner. Maybe I am just a loser. It's a thing that ate me alive. Those very words, and now here I am labeling myself. It's this right here that pushes me. It's this feeling in my stomach that makes me need this! I fight for what I believe in, because there are millions of people who just like me wanted a voice. People just like me who were cast aside because of whatever it may be. People look at me, because they see themselves. It's this reasoning that I give and I give. It's the push that comes with the shove. I hurt, yes, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. I'd give my last breath to entertain these people. To live, is to die. I've lived a life of many accomplishments. On the contrary, I've lived a life with many regrets. None of which follow through this business. But a story is a page at a time. Right now, we're just getting started. This wheel spins on a daily basis. It never stops. Not for you, and not for myself. As we look onward -- There are bigger and better things than just this battle royal. I got championships on my mind. Accomplishments to accomplish. Feats to feat. I'll do it with all these people giving me that power. As I've said way to much here today -- I need this. More than anything. It's going to take everything to stop me from getting this. You have no idea. The lengths I will go to achieve this. To prove to myself that I did in fact DESERVE this. That I didn't take the place of someone who deserved MORE. Who deserved BETTER than me. This isn't just an ordinary match. This is the pathway that starts my journey. For these people. For my past. For my present. For my future. It's NOW or NEVER. If I live to tell the tale. I have achieved my dream. If I die...I die.
Those would be the closing words from Darby. He doesn't say another word. Instead his eyes fixate on the camera before him. He slowly makes his way towards the camera before putting his hand over the lens. It was at that moment we hear a faint sigh escape from the mouth of Darby as our scene slowly fades to black. Shifting away, we are left with many unanswered questions. To Darby himself, perhaps one of the most important ones of all. Will he achieve his dream, or will he destroy himself trying?
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Post by M att Sydal on Sept 25, 2024 0:19:14 GMT
I was signed on September 22nd with AEW. AEW is another hub, a central place where the wrestlers of my generation have joined, it’s the next step in the revolution. It was
IWA Midsouth
Very early TNA aligned with NWA,
ROH, Chikara, CZW, PWG, Dragon Gate, MTV’s WSX. the generation of Bryan Danielson, CM Punk, Seth Rollins, Kevin Owens etc just by coincidence I joined those guys and we were all influenced by ECW and CMLL, AAA, New Japan Pro Wrestling. Really if you look at everyone from ECW to the WCW x division that was our predecessors, we didn’t stand on the shoulders of giants, we have stood on the shoulders of those who saw the stereotype of the giants as just that, stupid stereotypes.
Wrestling existed as means to survive, hundreds of years later it became bloodsport and then a few decades into it it was turned into a business in the 19th century and those who took it and bastardized it into a business added these standards of size and commercialization that just doesn’t fucking matter man. The only thing that matters in wrestling and lasts the test of time is " can you fucking wrestle?: When I signed with WWE at just 24 years old and they sent me too OVW they told me I’d be a spoke on the wheel to these untrained failed models and football players with two left feet and within 3 months I was OVW world champion because I could fucking wrestle since I was 14-15 I could do it all, spinning heel kicks, snap dragon suplexes, I was not just killing it as a backyard wrestler before I became the first wrestler in Missouri licensed pro under 18 at 17, I was freshman wrestler of the year in my high school, despite being the smallest and lightest.
AEW is for the elite, it’s not just a catch-phrase. My peers, my contemporaries we took the Japanese spirit of Toryumon, New Japan Pro Wrestling from the VHS tapes we traded way before youtube. Staying up till 4 am to catch Rob Van Dam versus Jerry Lynn the successor to Tiger Mask vs Dynamite Kid which was 15 years prior and only six years after Jerry Lynn-RVD which only six years later became myself vs AJ Styles and 8 years ago became Will Ospreay vs Ricochet.
I have retired Matt Striker, ended his in ring career. In singles competition I've beaten former world champions in Chris Jericho, Jake Hager, I've not only teamed with but became friends with my childhood idol in Rey Mysterio and I've continued to ride that wave spreading the love with Kofi, Ricochet and Top Flight.
I'm not just here to spoke on the wheel, it's awesome I am viewed as a locker room leader, that's not my intention, i'm here to be elite!
I’m Matt Sydal! open your minds ,heart and third eye and come see what I’m saying!
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Finn Balor
AEW Superstar
The Real Shooter
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Post by Finn Balor on Sept 27, 2024 22:51:42 GMT
The rebirth of AEW is here and the reaction of the crowd during a house show speaks volumes. The match has been going back and forth for the last five minutes or so with the crowd hanging on every move, and just as things look to be coming to an end, the tron flicks on, directing everybody’s attention to it. FINN BALOR: Are we on? A few pops from the crowd as they all realize who exactly they’re looking at. FINN BALOR: I’m not going to stand here and explain who I am because the fact is everybody already knows. The world has been waiting for me to step through the doors and join All Elite Wrestling, and that time has come, but it’s come with a price. A price that I don’t think anybody in the back can really handle, but me being the nice guy I am, I will be glad to give everybody a shot. A chance to step into the ring with greatness, no ROYALTY because that’s exactly what I am, and I have proven it time and time again. Just the other day I got a phone call from Tony Kahn asking me if I was interested in competing with All Elite Wrestling, I took a quick look over the roster, and the choice was easy. Cody Rhodes, AJ Styles, Jey Uso, Cm Punk, and those are only a few of the men who have decided to make the same choice I did when I signed my contract, but there’s a difference between those guys and myself. Finn pauses. FINN BALOR: The difference is the fact that none of those guys are on the same level I’m on, and it’s only a matter of time until I’m able to prove it. For years I’ve watched others achieve things that I know should have been mine, but all that is history because everything changes right now. See, because now that I’m here in All Elite Wrestling, I’m doing things MY WAY and regardless of how anybody feels about it MY WAY will put me exactly where I know I belong. It wasn’t that long ago you all watched me achieve the goal I’d been working for my whole life, and then what happened? I got injured, and it almost felt like you people blamed me for that and turned your backs on me. When I returned, nobody ever looked at me the same way, and it was almost like I did something wrong, but I didn’t. IT WAS YOU PEOPLE who did something wrong when you turned your backs on me, but that’s okay because I’m here now and I’m going to prove that I don’t need any of you. The camera continues to focus on Finn as the two wrestlers in the ring don’t look very impressed that their match has been ruined by Finn, but he doesn’t seem to care. FINN BALOR: Everybody likes to claim to be the best wrestler in the world, but I’m somebody who’s actually proven it, and I’m about to do it again. Step by step, each and every single one of you is going to watch me take down anybody who gets in my way until I’m recognized as the best in the world. Finn glares into the camera. FINN BALOR: Don’t believe me? He looks behind him where Luke Gallows is seen standing, and the two approach one of the backstage workers before smacking him around a little. FINN BALOR: You’re not looking at somebody who likes to joke around, because the reality is that gets you absolutely nowhere. What I am is somebody who’s going to start something that people are going to remember for a very, very long time. What’s going to happen right now is Luke and I are going to come out there to that ring, and if either one of you is still there when we get there, well, let's just say that wouldn’t be in your best interests. Finn then shoves another worker aside before giving Luke a slap in the chest before they begin making their way through the backstage area. Shoving by a few more workers, they make it to the ramp, and the lights in the arena go out as Fear Of The Dark begins to blast over the speakers. Already knowing who’s about to step out, the crowd has already begun to boo as Finn and Luke step out from behind the curtain and make their way down the ramp. Saying a few words to each other on the way down, Finn stops and walks over to a fan holding up the two sweet signs. The fan, looking excited as hell, gets ready, but right before they touch, Finn pulls away and laughs alongside Luke. Inside the ring, one of the two wrestlers is seen looking like he wants to stand his ground, and as Finn and Luke reach the end of the ramp, they look inside the ring. Giving Luke a look as if he wasn’t expecting anybody to be in the ring still, Finn makes his way up the steps and into the ring before getting a mic. FINN BALOR: Alright, are you sure you want this kid? Walking closer to the wrestler in the ring, Finn looks like he’s going to give him a chance to respond, but instead nails him in the head with the mic before tossing it aside. The crowd begins to boo once again as Finn stands in the ring with a cocky grin on his face, with Luke cheering from outside the ring. As Finn picks up the fallen superstar, he swings him into the turnbuckle before following up right behind him with a heaving clothesline. Once again, Finn smirks into the crowd, giving them a few taunt gestures before walking back over and picking the wrestler up. Looking into the crowd, Finn yells out 1916 before lifting the wrestler up and spiking him down with the move, leaving him laying flat. Luke can be heard yelling at Finn to climb the turnbuckle, which he does, and he looks over the crowd once again, yelling out a few words. Finn then leaps off the turnbuckle and stomps both feet into the chest of the wrestler, who can now be seen being pulled out of the ring by staff while Finn stares at them. FINN BALOR: Was that enough? Do you all hear what I’m saying now? Once again, boos fill the arena, which looks to bother Finn, who orders Luke to throw the wrestler back into the ring. The officers are seen trying to stop Gallows, but he rolls the wrestler back into the ring, where a waiting Finn can be seen once again standing on the turnbuckle. At this point, Tony Kahn himself has made his way out and can be seen standing on the entrance ramp, telling Finn to get down. With a cold stare, Finn yells something at Tony before leaping off the turnbuckle once again, hitting the double stomp on the fallen wrestler. Balor then kneels down before lifting up the wrestler's head and holding a gun sign to it before slamming it back down to the ground. Finally, Finn shoves him outside of the ring with his feet before walking over and picking up the mic again. FINN BALOR: You asked for this when you wanted me to sign the contract, Tony, and now you can deal with what Luke and I have to bring. All the pain and agony that we’re going to put upon the AEW roster will be in your hands, but that’s not even the worst part. The worst part of all, Tony, is the fact that there’s absolutely nothing you or anybody else can do that’s going to stop me. It all starts this week on Dynamite when I walk into that battle royal with all your favorite superstars, and I’m going to walk out the winner. Not Goldberg, not Darby Allen, not even Will Ospreay, because I’m the one who’s going to have my hand raised when it’s all said and done. As much as you would love to see one of those guys prove me wrong, the reality is none of them will and neither will anybody else because it’s my time. It’s my time to show everybody what I’m all about because for years you’ve all watched a watered down version of Finn Balor. A version that nobody really wanted to see simply because you all knew this version was just waiting to come out and shine. Well, that version is here, and regardless of whether any of you like it or not, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. At this point Finn calls for Luke Gallows, who’s seen still chirping away at the fallen superstar, to enter the ring. As he does, Finn continues to pace around the center of it, listening to the crowd. Once Luke enters the ring, he walks over to Finn and takes another slap in the chest from him. FINN BALOR: This man right here has been one of my best friends for years, and he’s here to watch my back because I know what this place is all about. Everybody is trying to grab the spot that the next guy has, but what happens when you have somebody like Luke Gallows watching your back? I’ll tell you exactly what happens because those guys who would decide to sneak up and attack you—well, those guys will be thinking twice with Luke around. All those people who have things to say about me but don’t have the balls to say it to my face—well, now those guys won’t only have to deal with me. They’ll have to deal with Luke and the fact that the two of us know what needs to be done, and we’re going to run roughshod over every single person that decides to step up. In this industry, you don’t have many friends, but this man standing beside me is a monster, and I’m proud to call him my brother. Of course the two of us know we can’t do everything alone, so to anybody in the back who feels like they’re Bullet Club material, Luke and I won’t be hard to find. We’re going to take over AEW one superstar at a time, and you can do whatever you want to try and stop us, or die trying. With that said, both Finn and Luke are seen holding up the Bullet Club sign before going through the ropes and outside of the ring. While standing on the apron, Finn holds the gun sign out again, listening to the boos fill the arena as Iron Maiden blasts over the speakers again. Both Balor and Gallows then make their way back up the ramp, saying a few things to the fans along the entrance ramp before reaching the end. As they stand at the end of the ramp, they hold the two sweet signs out again before heading into the backstage area while more AEW action is about to begin.
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Post by Jack Perry on Sept 30, 2024 21:45:35 GMT
Plans of Pittsburgh are shown, as a bus is roaming around the city, as it takes the direction of the Petersen Events Center, right now. With a word written on it, “Scapegoat”. It can only mean one thing, Jack Perry will be present for October 1st edition of Dynamite. And he is driving himself into the parking lot of this location, alone, as he always does, now, driving himself all around the US to come to work. Perry is getting out of his bus, wearing his custom jacket, as he decides to stay there, outside the Petersen Events Center. He finally talks about him accepting to be, once again, under the authority of the man responsible for him being a scapegoat, Tony Khan. He smirks, as he does."THE SCAPEGOAT" JACK PERRYWe all have sacrifices to make. Sometimes we make them knowingly, and sometimes, others do them for you. I was the one sacrificed to try to keep one of the biggest, if not the biggest, name in this company, for nothing. I was seen as the perfect Scapegoat by everyone, including the IWC. The one who has to take the fall for Tony Khan's failure. I cured this company of a cancer. And what I gain from saving AEW. I had to exile myself. I had to go to Japan to let things calm a little. I had to sacrifice a part of my career, because another man couldn't keep his golden boy in check. I had to waste time, sitting on my couch, before I decided to go to New Japan. Before I took control back into my hands, as I should have done the day I was suspended. The Scapegoat rubs his beard, before continuing to talk."THE SCAPEGOAT" JACK PERRYI'm seen as the man responsible for another man exit. I got the blame placed on my shoulders, because a man didn't have the balls to show his authority, to show everyone why he is the boss. He kissed Punk's ass so much, that he was almost untouchable in this company. In this situation, I was the victim. I was unjustly vilified, and seen as the perfect culprit for a crime I didn't commit. Tony Khan sacrificed me. To maintain his image as a good guy, he has thrown me under the bus, a bus that I drive, now.Jack smiles, as he is coming to his point."THE SCAPEGOAT" JACK PERRYBut now, I take control. I'm the one judging if others are ready to sacrifice everything, like I did. I drive myself from city to city, show to show, every week, to be independent. I don't need anyone, now, just The Scapegoat. I won't be a pawn in anyone's game anymore. I won't be the good boy that waves his hand from side to side to be popular. Nobody was here when the “Real Glass” accident took place. Except Jack Perry. Nobody was here when I had to take the narrative back into my own hands, except The Scapegoat. This title should have become the sign of my downfall. It's the sign of my rebirth. I don't think anyone is ready to sacrifice everything for their convictions, for what they love. I do. The Scapegoat has never been better than now. He hasn't felt as good as right now. And he is willing to sacrifice everything to be on top, to meet his goals, to be the legend he is.The former Jungle Boy walks to the Petersen Events Center, now, as he continues to talk about this all situation."THE SCAPEGOAT" JACK PERRYNow, I have to walk alone, fight alone and stand alone. Every city, every arena, it's the exact same story, each week. People look at me like I am the villain in this story, like all the blame in the world should be on my shoulders. I will give you a reason to blame me for that, when I'm all set and done. I will give you the opportunity to finally blame me for something real. Not for being the one that finally broke what couldn't be fixed anyway. The one that got rid of something that everyone wanted to throw into trash. Where Punks should be.He looks into the lens of the camera, intensely, moving his hands to make an echo to his words. "THE SCAPEGOAT" JACK PERRYAnd I can hear the whisper, that I changed. How I am no longer your beloved Jungle Boy, that I am an over appreciated wrestler, that got a Pillar role that he doesn't deserve, that you want the nice guy back, to cheer him, once again. But let me be crystal clear, like Real Glass, Jungle Boy is dead and buried, and thanks to Christian Cage, he won't come anytime soon. I should have seen the truth he was saying far sooner. Jack Perry is your own creation, you made me what I am today. You never wanted a hero, you always wanted a scapegoat to focus on for all the ills of AEW. And now, thanks to you, you got him.Perry stands outside the arena, as the camera now zoom on his face, his eyes full of the determination he is showing to succeed, now."THE SCAPEGOAT" JACK PERRYI don't need the adoration, the love of the fans, I don't need the approval of any of my peers in the locker room, especially the ones giving advices only for their own ego. And I damn sure don't need Tony Khan's validation, neither do I do for Shane McMahon's validation. I've already been through hell and back. I sacrificed a part of myself, of my time, I've lost opportunities, because others couldn't control their egos. Because others tried to stay friends with their employees. And it won't change with the only nice McMahon around. The only man in this family that is as bad as Tony Khan. While I was thrown under the bus, I figured it out, the only person I have and can rely on, is me. And that's why Jack Perry is still here, stronger, sharper, more dangerous than he ever was. You all created this monster, and you can't kill it, nobody does. What can you do against a man that already sacrificed himself ? I can tell you, nothing.Jack now, walks towards the entrance, his all body showing what we already know, he is determined to show the all world the monster they created."THE SCAPEGOAT" JACK PERRYThis isn't proving myself to you or anyone, anymore. This isn't about redemption, or apologies, or playing nice. I'm not here to make peace. I'm here to take back what I lost, what they took from me. I'll show everyone that I won't relent, that I'm willing to go further, to hurt more than ever, and sacrifice more than anyone else. I already know this path and feel at home there. This bus, this journey I've been and on and will stay on, it's all there to remind you that Jungle Boy is dead. I'm not running through forests anymore. I'm the Scapegoat. The one that will drag AEW into the next chapter, whether you like it or not. I'm here to make AEW into my own image. To be more violent than ever.The Scapegoat laughs, taking pleasure in saying those words."THE SCAPEGOAT" JACK PERRYI'm not here to be your symbol of hope, the example of a comeback story, or your beloved underdog hero. I am the necessary evil that AEW needs but refused to embrace. The one that will kill those who doesn't deserve their opportunities, their spots. I'm not afraid to be the villain of this story anymore, if it means I can write my own. I've sacrificed everything to become who I am today. A man who sees through lies, politics, games that people play backstage. I'm over it. I'm better than that. AEW was built on its Four Pillars, but now, it's time for me to destroy the foundation, to tear down this abandoned house, and build it into something far better, something the Scapegoat will control. Like he does with his life and his career.His voice grows, more intense, as he walks toward the entrance, gesturing to the building, as if it represented AEW itself."THE SCAPEGOAT" JACK PERRYThis arena? Nothing that a battleground to the Scapegoat. Every time I step into this ring, it's not for your acceptation, your love, and it's not to make Khan's fortune's bigger. It's to remind everyone that I'm not the kid that first got here, who waved to the crowd, hoping to see smiles and hear cheers. I'm Jack fucking Perry. The man who was sacrificed, the man that got thrown away to please a man with an ego bigger than Chicago, and that now stands on his own. And as for the rest of you? You're either with the Scapegoat or against him, there is no alternative. But make no mistake, when I step inside the Petersen Events Center, when I step into this ring... I'm taking all back. Piece by piece, soul by soul, I will carve out my legacy in my opponents' blood, sweats, tears and sacrifice.Perry pauses, staring down the camera as if challenging anyone who doubts his words."THE SCAPEGOAT" JACK PERRYI don't care if you hate me for it. I don't care if you resent me. Hell, I don't even care if you like me. You will fear me. Because what can you do to a man that laready been broken, burned, and left for dead? You can't stop me. You can't hurt me. You can' silence me. I'm sure that scares you, doesn't it? It terrifies you that I've become more dangerous than ever, because I've lost everything, and I have nothing left to lose anymore. I don't even care if I have to do the ultimate sacrifice to meet my goals.He smiles, a dark, chilling grin that underlines his newfound resolve."THE SCAPEGOAT" JACK PERRYTonight, at Dynamite, I remind you who runs this game now. I'm the Scapegoat, but no longer the victim. From now on, I'm the hunter, and I'll make sure everyone, whether it's Tony Khan, Shane McMahon or anyone else follish enough to stand in my way, know that I am willing to make the ultimate sacrifice to sit at the top, to be the legend I know I am. And believe me, I won't stop until there. One way or another, this company will be mine. I won't stop until it happens. I won't relent. I'm the necessary evil that this company needs.He grips the handle of the door, pulling it open, the echo of his last words ringing through the parking lot."THE SCAPEGOAT" JACK PERRYNow, get ready, AEW. You created this monster, and now, you’ll live with the consequences.With that, Perry steps through the door into the Petersen Events Center, leaving the camera focused on the entrance, signaling the storm about to unfold within. The Scapegoat making known to everyone what he is ready to do, to achieve his destiny. Ready to make the ultimate sacrifice to be the ultimate leader of this company.
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Post by The Outrunners on Oct 1, 2024 20:59:36 GMT
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Cue the unmatchable ear blowing sounds of 80's synthwave as it starts to melt your brains into utter non-existence. As the music continues to pump, so do our heroes in the flesh and blood inside one of the best gyms in South Miami Beach Florida. They are known by many names. The Lambo Duo. The Speedboat Dreamboats. The Youngest Men Alive. But believe it or not, they only want to be called by ONE name. The AEW World Tag Team Champions. Truth Magnum and Turbo Floyd. The Outrunners.
TRUTH MAGNUM
OF THE OUTRUNNERS
"C'mon Turb! I wanna see fifteen more before you even THINK of stoppin'."
Turbo gives off a manly guttural yell as he continues to pump that iron, sports gloss glistening off of his otherwise hairy chest. Floyd sticks his tongue out and pushes hard for the last ten reps completing the set and hopping off the machine like he was shot out of a cannon. He instantly begins to flex in the center of the gym for all to see.
TURBO FLOYD
OF THE OUTRUNNERS
"Look at that vascularity, Truth Magnum!"
His partner instantly starts flexing with him.
TRUTH MAGNUM
OF THE OUTRUNNERS
"Nobody on the planet has seen vascularity like this."
Just then, seemingly out of nowhere, a couple of gorgeous young and tan ladies walk right past the Outrunners heading towards the ellipticals.
TRUTH MAGNUM
OF THE OUTRUNNERS
"Ladies!"
The two women stop dead in their tracks and turn towards the Youngest Men Alive.
TRUTH MAGNUM
OF THE OUTRUNNERS
"Check this out."
The two men start to pass the heavy power ball back and forth to each other, their sports glue now shimmering off of their ridiculously ripped and tan bodies. The two young ladies pass out from the sheer power exuding from the Outrunners and one of the gym staff comes running up to assist them.
STAFF MEMBER
OF GOLD'S GYM
"What happened here?"
TRUTH MAGNUM
OF THE OUTRUNNERS
"It's as simple as this chump stain! Tell 'em Turb!"
Truth slaps Turbo on his muscular chest.
TURBO FLOYD
OF THE OUTRUNNERS
"As the Truth said it's pretty simple to understand. When you have rock hard vascular bodies like ours it tends to effect people a certain way. When we spread our worth and girth all over this Earth sometimes the ladies just can't handle that kind of power."
The staff member looks at them in awe.
STAFF MEMBER
OF GOLD'S GYM
"Who the hell are you guys anyway?"
Both Truth Magnum and Turbo Floyd turn to each other before slowing backing up and starting to shake with out of this world masculinity. Finally, they yell out in unison and come together with a thundering clap of their hands which resonates throughout the building, knocking the staff member down on his behind and waking the two ladies up from the semi-coma just in the nick of time.
TURBO FLOYD
OF THE OUTRUNNERS
"We're the hottest ticket in town, baby. The Youngest Men Alive. The greatest Tag Team in the history of professional wrestling and two cool dudes. We are the Outrunners. And if you haven't seen the Outrunners!"
TRUTH MAGNUM
OF THE OUTRUNNERS
"You haven't seen nothin' yyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeett!"
Truth sticks his tongue out of his mouth and the Outrunners flex for the amusement of all the people inside the gym as the scene fades.
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