Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on Jul 22, 2018 9:49:35 GMT -5
The Hollywood Hills of Los Angeles, California is the site as our scene opens as we are at the mansion that belongs to Adam Barker. We fade in as Adam is resting on an oversized sectional sofa, black. Adam is dressed down in a pair of grey jogging pants and a white t-shirt. It’s been two months since his near death experience at the hands of Grim in some sick little game being played opposite Chris Page. We hear two sets of footsteps echoing off the elegant tile floor. The camera pans back revealing one of Adam’s maids standing in the door way to the study in which Adam is resting. She steps to the side as Chris Page steps through the door and enters the study.
CHRIS PAGE- “Wakie, wakie… hands of snakie.”
Chris spouts out as he flops down on the end of the sectional that doesn’t housed a stretched out Adam Barker who is clearly far from amused to be woken up from a midafternoon nap.
ADAM BARKER- “Jesus, Chris… what?!”
Adam throws his legs over the couch before pulling himself to a seated position where he rubs his hands across his face as Chris states.
CHRIS PAGE- “Is that how you welcome a man who brings you tidings and a gift that you’ll thank me a million times over for?”
Adam shifts his attention towards Chris.
CHRIS PAGE- “I know it’s been a rough few months for you and I know you haven’t really been paying attention to anything WGWF related since the whole Grim ordeal. I’ve been playing a calculated game of cat and mouse with him, a game that isn’t going to end until I put him in the same position that he has put you in.”
Adam cuts Chris off.
ADAM BARKER- “When are you going to see this is a much bigger game you’re playing and you’re playing against a man that has nothing to lose.”
Adam seriously states at he maintains eye contact with Chris Page.
ADAM BARKER- “Grim used me to get to you! This hasn’t been about him nearly killing me… it’s been about getting to you, throwing you off your game to get you where he wants you… and you’ve played right into his hands.”
Chris responds.
CHRIS PAGE- “What are you talking about?”
Chris asks as he wants to see where this is going.
ADAM BARKER- “Think about it for a second, what have you been doing since this entire thing broke down? You’ve been preoccupied with me and taken his attack against me personally. That’s exactly what he wanted you to do and while you’re sitting here in front of me under the impression he’s played right into your hands have you thought maybe, just maybe you’ve played into his?”
There’s a pause from Adam before he continues.
ADAM BARKER- “I’m assuming you’re here because you wanted to ask me to be in your corner for this upcoming one on one encounter at Summer Madness; again, playing right into his hands because he WANTS me ringside. Chris, I don’t know how else to say it other than this is a guy and this is a game that isn’t going to end well if you’re not one hundred percent focused on him and him alone. Me being ringside will be a liability that I am not taking any part off.”
CHRIS PAGE- “I don’t think I’ve ever been turned down so fast by you for anything I’ve not even asked of you.”
ADAM BARKER- “Call a spade a spade, Chris. I’m not stupid and I wasn’t born yesterday. You’ve called for anything else and why all of a sudden do you show up on my door step while the rest of the crew is still overseas? What you didn’t expect was the answer that I’ve handed down to you. I can’t and I won’t be ringside for your battle against Grim.”
CHRIS PAGE- “You called it though. You’re right about my reasons for coming here to see you because I was going to ask you to be in my corner but not for reasons that you have brought up. I wanted you there to confront the demon that put you in the position you’ve found yourself in, I wanted you to be there because while I know this was an elaborate ploy to get my attention now Grim’s got it and not even he is aware of what having my undivided attention is all about. This isn’t my first rodeo, Adam.”
ADAM BARKER- “And while you’re here you’re once again playing into his hand. You’ve got a match on Monday Night on Brawl and instead of focusing on that you’re going to take a twenty hour flight, be jet lagged and walk into an eight man tag opposite that crazy son of a bitch! WAKE UP! This isn’t a game! Grim isn’t a game!”
CHRIS PAGE- “You know who else isn’t a game? Chris FUCKING Page! Maybe you seem to forget the dastardly things I’ve done and things that I am capable off. This is a game, Adam. It’s a game that I’m playing for keeps. If you don’t want to be there in person I can’t control that but don’t say that I didn’t offer you the one opportunity to exercise your demon.”
With that Chris gets up and exits the room as the scene fades to black.
Words from the Stoned One:
Let me see if I can remember exactly how I am supposed to do this, I mean it has been a hot minute since I graced the squared circle… Wrestle Wars to be exact. Naturally I’ve been a little preoccupied as you’re all pretty much well aware but now we’re just a little over two weeks away from the biggest party of the Summer and I’ve got Grim nailed dead to rights for Summer Madness now is the time to step back out and into the squared circle alongside our King, a Monster and the Suntan Superman to engage in an 8 Man War that is sure NOT to settle any scores.
On the other side of the ring four men that I have bones to pick; the obvious start to this equation is you… Andy.
The last time I stepped foot inside a wrestling ring was Wrestle Wars Twelve and it was the showdown that the world was waiting to see… Father versus Son, and it’s a night that is forever etched in memory as the single worst night of my professional career because YOU, a halfwit nobody did the unthinkable… you got lucky. That’s right Andy; YOU got lucky and scored the single biggest win that you will ever score with what is left of your career. In the back of my mind it’s a fact that I haven’t been able to shake and up until now, some three months later, now is my time to avenge that one loss that haunts my dreams. Yet it seems you have your hands full as if with Silence seemingly running you over at every turn, taking your coveted television Championship, or being responsible for you being stripped of it; although I do take a little solace that his quest to leave you like a grease stain is in my honor. Unfortunately for Silence he’s going to stand on the sidelines while I take it upon myself to willingly cram my fist down your throat! Your teammates will have to sit idly by and watch me beat you within an of your worthless little life until I AM content that your lesson has been taught because that’s what parents do to their kids when they continue to misbehave.
… And I am your father, aren’t I?
Consider what I do to you on Monday Night Brawl as a lesson in tough love because I will not have mercy upon any inch of your body and I’m going to be sure as shit to leave it in sheer pain. The only difference is while I might not be able to use any and everything that’s nailed down at my disposal I won’t need it because Monday Night on Brawl you’re stepping into my world and in my world I sell goddamn wrestling! You’re going to take a long walk off a short pier, Andy.
Mark my words.
What about you, Chris Dorling?
Ah there’s been some payback brewing for nearly as many months since our chance encounter on an edition of Monday Night Brawl that saw your arm raised in victory with one of the very few wins that you didn’t actually earn. That’s right; you can thank that little bastard of mine for that all important victory and surely you didn’t think that I was going to forget, did you? Hell, the involvement of you and Andy are what makes this entire Eight Man Tag appealing to me if I’m being completely honest because it’s the both of you that I have been slighted against and it’s BOTH of you that I’m just now getting a fair opportunity to rewrite some history and it is an opportunity that I am going to take FULL advantage off and I’ll have some serious backup in play watching my back so Andy can’t hand you another victory at my expense. This is where you pull your seat up to the grown folks table and we find out if you’ve got a pot to fucking piss in because from where I am sitting you’ve failed several times at claiming the Intercontinental Championship; how many times can one person fail before its time for someone else to step to the plate? Someone, I don’t know, like me? And before you so much as attempt to say the while you haven’t beaten Christian that Christian hasn’t beaten you either; new flash fuck nugget, it’s not his job to beat you it’s YOUR job to beat him, something that clearly you know absolutely nothing about. So yes; Chris, yes I’m looking forward to our paths crossing one more time for the sole purpose of throwing you around like the vanilla midget you truly are because in the grand scheme of things you’re nothing more than a flash in the pan. You might not have suffered your first legitimate defeat… yet… but I assure you that you will if you seriously think for one goddamn second that you are on the same scale as someone like me. Not only do you get to deal with me Mr. Dorling but you’re also getting Connolly and MDK so if you think I’m the only one looking forward to getting my hands around your scrawny little neck, think again. I just hope that neither of them expect for me to leave any scraps left on your bones when I’m done picking you a fucking apart.
Then we have Mr. Snoozefest himself.
John Cable.
Three simple words for you right off the top, John.
Crickets STILL chirping.
Let’s talk about John Cable for a moment and let’s talk about a man that literally cut a promo downing MDK for allegedly not being able to win or retain titles without some help. Did you see how YOU won the World Title? Are you seriously under the delusion that YOU defeated Tristan to win that belt ALL on your own? Are you stupid enough to think anyone other than YOU is buying that bullshit? You know what, roll the fucking footage.
Cable spins around walking into a Superkick that sends Cable falling backwards and into the thumbtacks!! There’s a massive gasp from the crowd as we see Slater crumble to the mat as the match has taken its toll on the Champion as well. The crowd starts to stir as we see Slater begin crawling towards the Cage door!
Diamond: Slater’s got a shot here!
Cable lays in the thumbtacks as Slater inches closer and closer towards the door causing the outside official to open the door as Slater reaches the bottom rope! Slater crawls under the bottom rope and is at the Cage door as the crowd gets louder and louder the closer and closer he gets when suddenly…
Baxter: THE QUEEN!!
Alyce Starchylde comes out from under the ring at the Cage door where she reaches her feet slamming the Cage door on the face of THE Tristan Slater!! The Cage door violently bounces off Slater’s face with the force knocking him towards the center of the ring!! The crowd is in shock as Alyce waves at the referee before disappearing back under the ring!
Diamond: Starchylde just slammed the Cage door on the face of THE Tristan Slater!
Slater is laid out and now we see John slowly start to stir! The crowd gets louder and louder as Cable, with thumbtacks all over the back of his body is crawling towards the Cage door!!
Baxter: Alyce has opened the door for John Cable!! Pun intended!!
Cable crawls closer towards the Cage door where he crawls under the ropes and to the door itself as the crowd gets louder and louder! John pulls the top of his body through the Cage as Slater lays unconscious! The crowd explodes as Cable pulls himself out of the Cage and tumbles down to the floor with both feet touching!!
DING…. DING… DING…
Masters: The winner of this contest… and the NEW WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE!
Explain that.
Explain to me and everyone else with half a fucking brain how in the blue hell YOU can take credit for apparently doing the exact same thing that you’re accusing one of my best friends of doing? See John, you can’t explain it because it’s a steaming pile of hypocritical bullshit that you spew on a regular basis in order to make yourself feel good when in actuality and in reality you’re no better than the man you’re making accusations about. Your problem is how you make it incredibly easy to snipe you, it’s not even a challenge anymore. Case in point for a guy that sells himself on being a Beast and on being some sort of badass that we should all fear, explain to me how you have had an open contract for a match against me for the better part of two years that you haven’t bothered to sign?
You John Cable, right?
You don’t run from challenges, right?
Crickets MOTHER FUCKER!
My challenge has been on the table and you’ve not had the nuts to put pen to paper so excuse the fuck out of me when I simply look past you as you’re nothing but a guy that’s always been in the right place at the right time. You’re not a star, John. You’re a joke, a stale joke that’s punchline will always remain the same and I’m the guy that’s RETRACTING that very open contract because if you haven’t used it in nearly two years me calling you out on it now isn’t going to change your mind, loser.
Finally we have you, Grim.
You’ve walked right into exactly what I wanted you too for Summer Madness and you’ve shown me that you’re nothing more than a puppet while I will always be the puppet master. I’m not going to sit here and burn my material on you now; not in the slightest, yet what I will go ahead and get off my chest rests with one simple fact when it comes to dealing with you; most talents are intimidated by you and psychopathic tendencies which gives you power over them, me? Nothing about you or your gimmicks intimidates me, there’s no fear of you or what you’re capable off in these veins because I am one of the very few guys that can and will get as nasty as you wanna get when you wanna get it. You saw fit to make this personal so allow me to see fit to systematically embarrass you starting on Monday Night Brawl and extending through Summer Madness where I will undoubtedly make you my bitch!
In closing there’s not a single person on my team for Brawl that is looking forward to cracking any of your skulls more than I am because off the four of us I’ve got issues with all of you that are going to be resolved one way or the other, so don’t think that any of you are going to topple this four man dynasty because that’s nothing more than a fucking pipe dream. Monday Night Brawl marks our final stop on this road to Summer Madness and this story isn’t going to end with a pleasant ending when you got the likes of Chris Page, MDK, the Intercontinental Champion Christian Connolly and the Television Champion the Monster Silence breathing down your necks. There isn’t any fear, there isn’t any intimidation… there’s only pain and suffering.
CHRIS PAGE- “Wakie, wakie… hands of snakie.”
Chris spouts out as he flops down on the end of the sectional that doesn’t housed a stretched out Adam Barker who is clearly far from amused to be woken up from a midafternoon nap.
ADAM BARKER- “Jesus, Chris… what?!”
Adam throws his legs over the couch before pulling himself to a seated position where he rubs his hands across his face as Chris states.
CHRIS PAGE- “Is that how you welcome a man who brings you tidings and a gift that you’ll thank me a million times over for?”
Adam shifts his attention towards Chris.
CHRIS PAGE- “I know it’s been a rough few months for you and I know you haven’t really been paying attention to anything WGWF related since the whole Grim ordeal. I’ve been playing a calculated game of cat and mouse with him, a game that isn’t going to end until I put him in the same position that he has put you in.”
Adam cuts Chris off.
ADAM BARKER- “When are you going to see this is a much bigger game you’re playing and you’re playing against a man that has nothing to lose.”
Adam seriously states at he maintains eye contact with Chris Page.
ADAM BARKER- “Grim used me to get to you! This hasn’t been about him nearly killing me… it’s been about getting to you, throwing you off your game to get you where he wants you… and you’ve played right into his hands.”
Chris responds.
CHRIS PAGE- “What are you talking about?”
Chris asks as he wants to see where this is going.
ADAM BARKER- “Think about it for a second, what have you been doing since this entire thing broke down? You’ve been preoccupied with me and taken his attack against me personally. That’s exactly what he wanted you to do and while you’re sitting here in front of me under the impression he’s played right into your hands have you thought maybe, just maybe you’ve played into his?”
There’s a pause from Adam before he continues.
ADAM BARKER- “I’m assuming you’re here because you wanted to ask me to be in your corner for this upcoming one on one encounter at Summer Madness; again, playing right into his hands because he WANTS me ringside. Chris, I don’t know how else to say it other than this is a guy and this is a game that isn’t going to end well if you’re not one hundred percent focused on him and him alone. Me being ringside will be a liability that I am not taking any part off.”
CHRIS PAGE- “I don’t think I’ve ever been turned down so fast by you for anything I’ve not even asked of you.”
ADAM BARKER- “Call a spade a spade, Chris. I’m not stupid and I wasn’t born yesterday. You’ve called for anything else and why all of a sudden do you show up on my door step while the rest of the crew is still overseas? What you didn’t expect was the answer that I’ve handed down to you. I can’t and I won’t be ringside for your battle against Grim.”
CHRIS PAGE- “You called it though. You’re right about my reasons for coming here to see you because I was going to ask you to be in my corner but not for reasons that you have brought up. I wanted you there to confront the demon that put you in the position you’ve found yourself in, I wanted you to be there because while I know this was an elaborate ploy to get my attention now Grim’s got it and not even he is aware of what having my undivided attention is all about. This isn’t my first rodeo, Adam.”
ADAM BARKER- “And while you’re here you’re once again playing into his hand. You’ve got a match on Monday Night on Brawl and instead of focusing on that you’re going to take a twenty hour flight, be jet lagged and walk into an eight man tag opposite that crazy son of a bitch! WAKE UP! This isn’t a game! Grim isn’t a game!”
CHRIS PAGE- “You know who else isn’t a game? Chris FUCKING Page! Maybe you seem to forget the dastardly things I’ve done and things that I am capable off. This is a game, Adam. It’s a game that I’m playing for keeps. If you don’t want to be there in person I can’t control that but don’t say that I didn’t offer you the one opportunity to exercise your demon.”
With that Chris gets up and exits the room as the scene fades to black.
Words from the Stoned One:
Let me see if I can remember exactly how I am supposed to do this, I mean it has been a hot minute since I graced the squared circle… Wrestle Wars to be exact. Naturally I’ve been a little preoccupied as you’re all pretty much well aware but now we’re just a little over two weeks away from the biggest party of the Summer and I’ve got Grim nailed dead to rights for Summer Madness now is the time to step back out and into the squared circle alongside our King, a Monster and the Suntan Superman to engage in an 8 Man War that is sure NOT to settle any scores.
On the other side of the ring four men that I have bones to pick; the obvious start to this equation is you… Andy.
The last time I stepped foot inside a wrestling ring was Wrestle Wars Twelve and it was the showdown that the world was waiting to see… Father versus Son, and it’s a night that is forever etched in memory as the single worst night of my professional career because YOU, a halfwit nobody did the unthinkable… you got lucky. That’s right Andy; YOU got lucky and scored the single biggest win that you will ever score with what is left of your career. In the back of my mind it’s a fact that I haven’t been able to shake and up until now, some three months later, now is my time to avenge that one loss that haunts my dreams. Yet it seems you have your hands full as if with Silence seemingly running you over at every turn, taking your coveted television Championship, or being responsible for you being stripped of it; although I do take a little solace that his quest to leave you like a grease stain is in my honor. Unfortunately for Silence he’s going to stand on the sidelines while I take it upon myself to willingly cram my fist down your throat! Your teammates will have to sit idly by and watch me beat you within an of your worthless little life until I AM content that your lesson has been taught because that’s what parents do to their kids when they continue to misbehave.
… And I am your father, aren’t I?
Consider what I do to you on Monday Night Brawl as a lesson in tough love because I will not have mercy upon any inch of your body and I’m going to be sure as shit to leave it in sheer pain. The only difference is while I might not be able to use any and everything that’s nailed down at my disposal I won’t need it because Monday Night on Brawl you’re stepping into my world and in my world I sell goddamn wrestling! You’re going to take a long walk off a short pier, Andy.
Mark my words.
What about you, Chris Dorling?
Ah there’s been some payback brewing for nearly as many months since our chance encounter on an edition of Monday Night Brawl that saw your arm raised in victory with one of the very few wins that you didn’t actually earn. That’s right; you can thank that little bastard of mine for that all important victory and surely you didn’t think that I was going to forget, did you? Hell, the involvement of you and Andy are what makes this entire Eight Man Tag appealing to me if I’m being completely honest because it’s the both of you that I have been slighted against and it’s BOTH of you that I’m just now getting a fair opportunity to rewrite some history and it is an opportunity that I am going to take FULL advantage off and I’ll have some serious backup in play watching my back so Andy can’t hand you another victory at my expense. This is where you pull your seat up to the grown folks table and we find out if you’ve got a pot to fucking piss in because from where I am sitting you’ve failed several times at claiming the Intercontinental Championship; how many times can one person fail before its time for someone else to step to the plate? Someone, I don’t know, like me? And before you so much as attempt to say the while you haven’t beaten Christian that Christian hasn’t beaten you either; new flash fuck nugget, it’s not his job to beat you it’s YOUR job to beat him, something that clearly you know absolutely nothing about. So yes; Chris, yes I’m looking forward to our paths crossing one more time for the sole purpose of throwing you around like the vanilla midget you truly are because in the grand scheme of things you’re nothing more than a flash in the pan. You might not have suffered your first legitimate defeat… yet… but I assure you that you will if you seriously think for one goddamn second that you are on the same scale as someone like me. Not only do you get to deal with me Mr. Dorling but you’re also getting Connolly and MDK so if you think I’m the only one looking forward to getting my hands around your scrawny little neck, think again. I just hope that neither of them expect for me to leave any scraps left on your bones when I’m done picking you a fucking apart.
Then we have Mr. Snoozefest himself.
John Cable.
Three simple words for you right off the top, John.
Crickets STILL chirping.
Let’s talk about John Cable for a moment and let’s talk about a man that literally cut a promo downing MDK for allegedly not being able to win or retain titles without some help. Did you see how YOU won the World Title? Are you seriously under the delusion that YOU defeated Tristan to win that belt ALL on your own? Are you stupid enough to think anyone other than YOU is buying that bullshit? You know what, roll the fucking footage.
Cable spins around walking into a Superkick that sends Cable falling backwards and into the thumbtacks!! There’s a massive gasp from the crowd as we see Slater crumble to the mat as the match has taken its toll on the Champion as well. The crowd starts to stir as we see Slater begin crawling towards the Cage door!
Diamond: Slater’s got a shot here!
Cable lays in the thumbtacks as Slater inches closer and closer towards the door causing the outside official to open the door as Slater reaches the bottom rope! Slater crawls under the bottom rope and is at the Cage door as the crowd gets louder and louder the closer and closer he gets when suddenly…
Baxter: THE QUEEN!!
Alyce Starchylde comes out from under the ring at the Cage door where she reaches her feet slamming the Cage door on the face of THE Tristan Slater!! The Cage door violently bounces off Slater’s face with the force knocking him towards the center of the ring!! The crowd is in shock as Alyce waves at the referee before disappearing back under the ring!
Diamond: Starchylde just slammed the Cage door on the face of THE Tristan Slater!
Slater is laid out and now we see John slowly start to stir! The crowd gets louder and louder as Cable, with thumbtacks all over the back of his body is crawling towards the Cage door!!
Baxter: Alyce has opened the door for John Cable!! Pun intended!!
Cable crawls closer towards the Cage door where he crawls under the ropes and to the door itself as the crowd gets louder and louder! John pulls the top of his body through the Cage as Slater lays unconscious! The crowd explodes as Cable pulls himself out of the Cage and tumbles down to the floor with both feet touching!!
DING…. DING… DING…
Masters: The winner of this contest… and the NEW WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE!
Explain that.
Explain to me and everyone else with half a fucking brain how in the blue hell YOU can take credit for apparently doing the exact same thing that you’re accusing one of my best friends of doing? See John, you can’t explain it because it’s a steaming pile of hypocritical bullshit that you spew on a regular basis in order to make yourself feel good when in actuality and in reality you’re no better than the man you’re making accusations about. Your problem is how you make it incredibly easy to snipe you, it’s not even a challenge anymore. Case in point for a guy that sells himself on being a Beast and on being some sort of badass that we should all fear, explain to me how you have had an open contract for a match against me for the better part of two years that you haven’t bothered to sign?
You John Cable, right?
You don’t run from challenges, right?
Crickets MOTHER FUCKER!
My challenge has been on the table and you’ve not had the nuts to put pen to paper so excuse the fuck out of me when I simply look past you as you’re nothing but a guy that’s always been in the right place at the right time. You’re not a star, John. You’re a joke, a stale joke that’s punchline will always remain the same and I’m the guy that’s RETRACTING that very open contract because if you haven’t used it in nearly two years me calling you out on it now isn’t going to change your mind, loser.
Finally we have you, Grim.
You’ve walked right into exactly what I wanted you too for Summer Madness and you’ve shown me that you’re nothing more than a puppet while I will always be the puppet master. I’m not going to sit here and burn my material on you now; not in the slightest, yet what I will go ahead and get off my chest rests with one simple fact when it comes to dealing with you; most talents are intimidated by you and psychopathic tendencies which gives you power over them, me? Nothing about you or your gimmicks intimidates me, there’s no fear of you or what you’re capable off in these veins because I am one of the very few guys that can and will get as nasty as you wanna get when you wanna get it. You saw fit to make this personal so allow me to see fit to systematically embarrass you starting on Monday Night Brawl and extending through Summer Madness where I will undoubtedly make you my bitch!
In closing there’s not a single person on my team for Brawl that is looking forward to cracking any of your skulls more than I am because off the four of us I’ve got issues with all of you that are going to be resolved one way or the other, so don’t think that any of you are going to topple this four man dynasty because that’s nothing more than a fucking pipe dream. Monday Night Brawl marks our final stop on this road to Summer Madness and this story isn’t going to end with a pleasant ending when you got the likes of Chris Page, MDK, the Intercontinental Champion Christian Connolly and the Television Champion the Monster Silence breathing down your necks. There isn’t any fear, there isn’t any intimidation… there’s only pain and suffering.