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Post by PWXonline on Jun 20, 2014 22:47:30 GMT -5
Grudge Match Daniel Everett vs Samuel "Colt" Hanson
Deadline: 6-26-14 at Noon CST
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Post by Elijah Black on Jun 24, 2014 14:39:27 GMT -5
[Daniel Everett is stood across the lake from the rest of the Lake County Fairgrounds, pacing back and forth as he tries to compose his thoughts into a rational stream of consciousness, but not doing a particularly good job of it]
So, yeah, looks like I got the week off, just like the Vox got the week off, so John Pariah could have a whole week to indulge himself with the suck ups, the ass kissers and everyone who he wanted to hear tell him what a great job he’s been doing. Meanwhile, I’m stuck at home, nursing a few bumps and bruises, and I don’t even get the common courtesy of a phone call telling me I’ve got the week off – so I won’t be getting paid, no doubt because I did not and will not kiss Pariah’s ass.
In fact, I’ll go one further, and ask each and every one of you a simple question: did the Vox get as much as a mention on the last show? It’s one thing that they’re trying to whitewash Hollywood and Zion out of the history books, but the last time I checked I was a part of the active roster, so not only do I not get a match, they try to make out that it’s no big deal because I’m a mere afterthought. Now that, that pisses me off – apparently I’m good enough to headline one show, but the next show I’m chopped liver? Cut the crap.
[Everett shakes his head in irritation]
I suppose I’m meant to be thankful that Pariah flipped through his Rolodex over the weekend and it came to a stop exactly where my name was, so now I get paid and PWX has to acknowledge that I exist. Yeah, I know, I should be on my knees and sobbing with happiness that John Pariah remembered that I’m a member of the PWX roster, because he’s such a genius who has made PWX better already. Just pretend he isn’t already trying to get the belts off us by any means necessary, just like he’s saying who can and can’t be champion of “his” company.
But, you know what, I’m going to play along for a little while. After all, it’s best to play along before flipping the game on its head then to sit on the sidelines and not give a goddamn.
I hear that Colt” Hanson is bearing some kind of grudge against me, against the Vox, because we eliminated him and his asshole son from the tag team tournament, which has been sticking in his craw for so long that he’s decided to come back for more. Well excuse me for not standing and applauding your noble sacrifice, Colt, but your timing couldn’t be worse because I’ve got a little bit of frustration to get out of my system and you happened to cross my path at the worst possible time.
We all get it, you’re some wily veteran who can’t kick the habit and wants to stay in the ring as long as his body will let him, but do you really want to limit your future bookings by walking into the sort of match against the sort of opponent who specialises in making damn sure your body won’t be letting you do a whole lot of anything when I’m through with you? I mean, damn man, you must want to retire real bad if you’re going to sign yourself up for the sort of beating that a guy half your age wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy.
[Everett snorts]
Didn’t you think for a moment how your son would react to seeing his old man being reduced to a broken body that can’t even defend himself? Do you even care? There’s a time to get in the ring and there’s a time to walk away, and if you haven’t figured it out yet this is the second option. Time’s passed you by, but if you want to enjoy your post-wrestling career all you have to do is ask somebody – no, beg somebody – to call off the match and you’ll be able to enjoy the little things, like being able to chew solid food or walk unaided, so your friends and family won’t look at you with pity in their eyes remembering what you were like before the vitality was crushed from your body by my hand.
[Everett chuckles under his breath]
The funny thing is that, now that Pariah’s paying attention, I get paid to rough up some old man that’s riding on his son’s coattails, so he’s essentially paying me full-rate for light duties as I put Old Man Hanson on the shelf for as long as I goddamn feel like. That’s what the “new” PWX is all about, right?
You know what else this “new” PWX is about? Trying to split up the team you don’t want holding your tag team titles. Oh yeah, I figured it out in about half a second, you have me tied up with Old Man Hanson at the foot of the card while Elijah Black is kept busy with Siobhan Townsend. Could you be any more blatant if you tried? It’s exactly how Elijah Black said it would go down, and yet we’re the bad guys? Makes sense, in a nonsensical way.
If that’s how Pariah wants to play it, then go on, play your little games with us. I already said I was going to play along, but the Vox are going to play this game until its bitter conclusion and it’s an ending that Pariah has not considered: he thinks that he’s invincible, that nobody can touch him, but that’s going to blow up in his face when he sees what’s happening, and his plans to get belts on his favourite suck ups and ass kissers falls just short because they’re going against a force with a purpose, with a plan, and more than anything a force that is very, very pissed off with how Pariah is handling things.
So, yeah, send out Old Man Hanson to keep me occupied, but sooner rather than later it’s going to become obvious that there’s less and less people you can fling into our path and then, one day, there will be nobody left and you will have to fight us like a man rather than a suit growing fat behind a desk.
[FTB]
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Post by Noah Hanson on Jun 24, 2014 16:29:59 GMT -5
[Sam is sitting at a bar, drinking from a lone beer bottle, the smoke drifting to the rafters of whatever seedy bar he's frequenting these days. He pauses looks at the camera and rolls his eyes.]
Sam: Hey dumbass Noahs' not my kid....get your facts straight shit for brains....
[fade]
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