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| Empire Management | Sep 27 2017, 06:51 PM Post #1 |
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[align=center]![]() CWC: GLOBAL WARFARE, LAST SIXTEEN ROUND Live from London, England! 30 September, 2017.[/align]
[align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] Jessica Anderson is backstage, dressed in the famous red, white and blue of the Union flag. She has her husband along side her, but he tries his hardest to avoid being caught on camera, allowing her to have her moment in the spotlight. Jessica Anderson: “I cannot tell you just how excited I am to be here tonight. I navigated my way past some very difficult competition in Sydney last week, and now I'm here in London – without a doubt my favourite city in the world!” The dropping of the city name undoubtedly sparks a cheap pop, but Jessica doesn't care. She's soaking every moment in, because there's no guarantee that she'll ever get another. Jessica Anderson: “Tonight isn't about finally being back in London, though. It's all about Global Warfare and taking that International Championship home to Empire Pro Wrestling. I have reached the last sixteen with some of the greatest wrestlers around the world, so just making it this far is an honour in itself. But I'm not the 'just happy to be here' type. I'm not going into my match with Mercy Williams thinking that I've already achieved more than people thought I would and calling it a job well done.” She sakes her head, definitely. Jessica Anderson: “Not at all. It is my intentions to go out there and try my damn hardest to pick up the victory tonight, because not only do I owe it to Empire. I owe it to all of you. Without you, none of this would be possible. We have the greatest fans in the world, and I'd be honoured to represent them as the CWC International Champion!” Jessica blows a quick kiss, followed by a wink, before exciting the scene.
[align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] Leah Taylor is warming up in the locker room area backstage when Mercy Williams walks up to her with a smirk on her face. Taylor puts both hands on her hips, eyebrow raised, as she puts on a smirk of her own. [align=center]LEAH TAYLOR: "Hello, Mercy. To what do I owe this pleasure?" MERCY WILLIAMS: "Leah, Leah, Leah... I just wanted to say hi. You and I might not always see eye to eye, but let's be honest here, we're the top two talent OPW has in this tournament, and we're going to be the top two competitors at the end of all this, so let me give you a very useful advice: Try to win your match tonight. At all costs. I would love nothing more than to embarrass New Dawn's weakest link and New Zealand's favorite loser." Taylor chuckles, shaking her head. LEAH TAYLOR: "All right. Thanks for the advice, Mercy. Good luck with your match against Jessica Anderson. She's going to be tough to beat." MERCY WILLIAMS: "Don't you worry about me, Leah. I've got things under control. You should be worrying about yourself. I've seen Coyote Lawless in that ring. He's not going to be easy to control. And you love control, right? You and New Dawn. It's too bad your boys aren't around tonight. They would've been helpful against Lawless." LEAH TAYLOR: "I doubt that. It's a one-on-one match between me and Lawless. I wouldn't bring out Oliver and KANAK even if they were here. New Dawn is all about raising the bar, doing it with respect and honor, two things you'd know nothing about." Williams frowns at Taylor's stab. They have a tense stare down before she tries to slap her but Taylor catches her hand. LEAH TAYLOR: "Why don't you save it for the finals? You can slap me all you want then and I'll make you tap." Williams grabs her hand from Taylor's. MERCY WILLIAMS: "I'll see you in the finals. Hopefully you won't choke like you and New Dawn do every time you get a CWC title shot." Smirking, Williams walks out of there, leaving a furious Taylor to shake her head and stare Williams' back down. [/align]
[align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] Kenzi Grey-Lacklan stands in front of the camera, no interviewer and no whacky locker room antics, only the prestigious Empire Pro Tag Team Title over her shoulder. Kenzi tossed her long black braids back over her shoulder as she addressed the masses. Kenzi Grey-Lacklan: It’s no secret that I don’t get along with the General Manager of our brand. Lauran Parker and I have never gotten along and we may never see eye to eye, but…I do owe her for giving me a chance to shine at Global Warfare when everyone else in Empire, but a select few laughed at her and at me for even being selected. Since that time, I have come to see things in a very different light…how I view the other brands, how I view EPW, and most importantly, how I view myself. Kenzi paused for a beat, gathering her thoughts. Kenzi Grey-Lacklan: I came into the tournament looking to show the CWC that Empire was united and committed to showcasing it’s talent to the world. I got a rude wake up in the form of everyone who was selected shouting me down and telling me that my talent was subpar and I had no business being at Global Warfare. This tournament was not about anything other than one individual proving that they were better than the next…brands be damned. I didn’t want to believe that, and I still don’t want to believe that. I have to think that this is more than just a bunch of us thrown in together like a barrel of plastic monkeys and shaken to see who falls out last. I want this to mean more than that…I want the International Championship to mean more than that… Kenzi takes the EPW Title off of her shoulder and looks at it, then holds it up for the camera to get a good look at it as the light glints off its platinum surface. The look of pride is evident on her face. Kenzi Grey-Lacklan: I fought so hard to get this title…and it means so much to me, not only because I won it with the love of my life, but because of the way that we did it…because of the adversity that we faced. I took the hard road to win this title and everyone knows how much it means because of that. I think that the same should hold true for this tournament and the people still left in it. I looked at this as a chance to prove the doubters wrong…and now that most of my detractors have been sent home, I see that this really is about something more than individual accomplishment. She put the title back on her shoulder. Kenzi Grey-Lacklan: Tonight I face yet another woman who doesn’t respect me…despite the kind words I showed her. Maybe it’s gamesmanship, or maybe it’s just the era of ‘it’s just about me’ for all I know. I wish Li Chen the best, regardless and I hope that the better wrestler advances for a chance to become a deserving champion…someone who will make the title means something more than individualism at its finest. That’s my goal and I don’t intend to fall short. I am going to fight my hardest and represent my brand to the masses…whether they want me to or not! Kenzi sighed as she turned and walked out of frame…
[align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] Voice: Professional wrestling is the sport of dreamers. Each and every single one of us in this profession has some kind of ambition, some sort of goal that we plan to accomplish. To win some matches, to destroy the company, to win the championship, to create a legacy—any aspiration is viable. The black and white pre-recorded video began to fade in. The camera showed the back of some figure as he or she sat in the center of the ring with their legs crossed underneath them. The person wore light jacket with the words “Murder She Wrote” imprinted on the back of it. The camera quickly cut and allowed the audience to see the person head on. As the camera zoomed in a bit, it became clear that the voice had belonged to Misha LeCavalier. Her hands her were clasped together as they rested in her lap. While her head was lifted up, her eyes glanced at the ring’s mat. Misha LeCavalier: All of that leads me to this point—have you ever pondered the truly wicked dichotomy of interests that takes place within a wrestling tournament? Hmm? Her eyes rose and looked directly into the camera as she finished her sentence. Their normally frigidness isn’t present; instead, there’s a mild softness in them. Misha LeCavalier: The Championship Wrestling Coalition Global Warfare tournament is a perfect case study; and I shall be a test subject. It was announced a few weeks ago that I would take part of in this tournament as representative of Empire Pro. And as soon that announcement was made, my brain began to kick into overdrive. I am an ambitious woman. I am also a woman that moves with purpose. Therefore, my mind began to formulate the proper goals and aspirations. Misha took a moment to inhale and exhale. Misha LeCavalier: My ambitions caused me to fixate my eyes upon the CWC International Championship… There was a small pause. Misha LeCavalier: Simply performing in this tournament and showing my glorious dominance would have been suffice at one point in time. Nevertheless, I’ve recently entered a new chapter in both my life and career. And that new chapter dictates that having a good showing, just having match, just is not enough anymore. She nodded her head. Misha LeCavalier: As I said before, I have had many opportunities fade away throughout the course of my career. Some were stolen from me; others slipped out of my grasp. Regardless, those missed opportunities are painful memories of what could have. I am sick and tired of said memories staking up. Global Warfare is one opportunity that I do not want to let simply fade away. I intend to seize it—that is why I clashed with Mr. Tijerina with such ferocity… She allowed her words to linger in the air for a moment. Misha LeCavalier: However, I am not the only one within the tournament with dreams, correct? Similar to myself, every person came into Global Warfare with a set goal in mind. She gently brushed some of her hair out of her eyes as she continued to speak. Misha LeCavalier: I suppose there in lies to conflict. To realize and reach my own dreams I am tasked with shattering the dreams of everyone I face. There was a change. Her voice became more stern. Her gaze hardened up a bit. Misha LeCavalier: Well, so be it. There was a brief pause. Misha LeCavalier: While professional wrestling is a sport of dreamers, it is also the sport of the utterly violent and cut-throat who will slaughter to get what they want. I fall into both categories… Her gazed remained focused on the camera. Misha LeCavalier: I am going to take your hopes of becoming CWC International Champion and crush them beneath my boot, Mr. Storm. It sucks, I am aware. However, your sacrifice shall not be in vain—I shall remember it once the championship belt is around my waist. She continued to gaze into the camera as it faded out.
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| Richard Olayinka | Sep 29 2017, 06:06 PM Post #2 |
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Oculta Santos vs. Caspian Kace As soon as the bell rings, Oculta Santos goes right on the attack by launching at Caspian Kace and throwing some wild elbows. Kace gets knocked into the ropes with a European uppercut and Santos throws him across the ring; hitting Caspian with a clothesline. Oculta tries for a pin, but Caspian quickly kicks out at one. Keeping Kace on the mat, Santos just brutally clubs Caspian on the back in an attempt to wear him down. As Oculta gets back to his feet, he gives one more stomp to Caspian before lifting him up off the mat. A kick to the stomach doubles Kace over and Santos hooks him with a T-bone suplex. Oculta tries to go for another pin, but Caspian kicks out yet again. Santos tries to lift Kace back up for more damage, but Caspian fights back by firing a forearm right at Oculta’s head. The blow knocks Santos back and he tries to go for another clothesline, but Kace ducks underneath it and pops back up with a superkick! Caspian hits the ropes, trying for his springboard cutter, but Oculta counters it by hitting a lariat to the back of Kace’s head. Dragging Caspian up to his feet, Oculta throws Kace into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a big spinebuster! A dazed Caspian gets back up to his feet and it’s the perfect set-up for Oculta’s Malevolence, but Kace manages to sidestep the spear and Santos crashes right into the turnbuckles! Caspian takes advantage of his situation by lifting Oculta up and putting Santos right down with a rope hung neckbreaker! Hooking the legs, Kace only gets a two count out of Santos. With his opponent on the match, Caspian heads up top, and gets ready for takeoff as he drops off with a beautiful elbow drop, but Oculta rolls out of the way! Kace comes crashing down to the canvas and rolls out of the ring. Once Santos recovers, he rolls out of the ring right after Kace and drives his knee into the side of Caspian’s head. The referee starts an outside count, but the two aren’t out for long as Oculta lifts Caspian up in a powerbomb position before dropping him right onto the ring apron! Kace uses the ropes to get to his feet and that’s when Santos comes running in with a Malevolence (Spear)! It connects and Oculta goes for the pin on Caspian. The referee is just about to hit the mat for a third time when he notices Kace’s leg on the bottom rope! The pin is waved off and Santos is livid, getting right in the official’s face over the count. While he does this, Caspian is given plenty of time to recover and he soon finds himself back on his feet. Santos turns around to see Kace on his feet and he goes charging in, but Caspian sidesteps it and Oculta runs chest first into the ropes. With his back toward his opponent, Santos gets knocked out with the SEE K.O. (Ripcord Rolling Elbow)! Kace pulls Santos away from the ropes and hooks the legs, picking up the win after three seconds and advancing into the next round. WINNER: CASPIAN KACE (PINFALL @ 13:10) Dante Locke vs. Dante Cutler It’s showtime as the bell rings and Dante Cutler steps up toward Dante Locke, the two getting in in one another’s face. Before any action kicks off, Locke starts jawing at Cutler and the rookie isn’t hesitant to back off. The war of words only lasts so long before Cutler connects with an open palm slap to Cutler’s face! And he doesn’t let up, connecting with a few more that leaves Cutler staggered in the center of the ring. Locke backs up and hits the ropes, but Cutler is ready on the rebound with a pinpoint dropkick that connects flush on Locke’s jaw. Cutler gets off to a hot start as he keeps Locke on the mat with a slingshot leg drop and tries for a pin, but barely gets a one count. Lifting Locke up, Cutler gets a forearm shot for his efforts. Locke pulls Cutler into a clinch and starts driving his knee right into Cutler’s body. After a few shots, Locke lets go of the clinch and lets Cutler back up a bit before delivering some Muay Thai inspired kicks to the side of Cutler’s left leg. After enough kicks, Cutler falls down to one knee, and Locke hits the ropes on the rebound for a bicycle kick to the kneeling rookie! As soon as Cutler drops to the mat, Locke rolls him over and goes for a pin, but the REBELLION Pro star kicks out at two. Locke tries scrambling on the mat and grabbing onto Cutler’s arm, looking for his kimura lock, but Cutler fights it and rolls free of it. As they get back onto their feet, the two Dantes connect the soles of their boots with a simultaneous dropkick. It’s a brief stalemate until Locke comes in with another open palm slap and follows it up with a spinning backfist. Locke gets behind a stunned Cutler and hooks him for a bridging German suplex! The suplex only gets Locke a two count, but it’s enough to keep Cutler down on the mat for a moment. Locke pops up to the top rope and steadies himself before going airborne for a corkscrew shooting star press! But he only connects with Cutler’s knees and gets rolled up into a pin! The referee almost gets to three before Locke kicks out. Impressing the London crowd, Cutler nearly deadlifts Locke back up and hits an Ursa Major (Revolution-style Brainbuster)! He tries for a pin after hitting the brainbuster and nearly seals the deal, but the OPW star kicks out just before the three. Cutler picks Locke up and pushes him back into the corner. Getting some momentum behind him from the crowd, Cutler starts running in for his Guns of Brixton, but the damage taken to the weakened leg from earlier stops him in his tracks, just giving Locke enough time to shoot out of the corner and connect with a superkick! Seeing the opportunity in front of him, Locke goes right in for the kill, applying his Straight To Hell, but before he can connect, Cutler finds some new life and throws a few punches to Locke’s midsection. Cutler picks Locke up into a fireman’s carry, but stumbles a bit due to that damaged leg, however Cutler fights through the pain to hit his Uncanny Valley Driver (Death Valley Driver onto Knee)! Quickly falling down for the pin, Cutler hooks Locke’s legs and picks up the big win. WINNER: DANTE CUTLER (PINFALL @ 11:49) |
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| Austin Craddock | Sep 30 2017, 06:50 PM Post #3 |
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Kenzi Grey-Lacklan segment Kenzi Grey-Lacklan stands in front of the camera, no interviewer and no whacky locker room antics, only the prestigious Empire Pro Tag Team Title over her shoulder. Kenzi tossed her long black braids back over her shoulder as she addressed the masses. Kenzi Grey-Lacklan: It’s no secret that I don’t get along with the General Manager of our brand. Lauran Parker and I have never gotten along and we may never see eye to eye, but…I do owe her for giving me a chance to shine at Global Warfare when everyone else in Empire, but a select few laughed at her and at me for even being selected. Since that time, I have come to see things in a very different light…how I view the other brands, how I view EPW, and most importantly, how I view myself. Kenzi paused for a beat, gathering her thoughts. Kenzi Grey-Lacklan: I came into the tournament looking to show the CWC that Empire was united and committed to showcasing it’s talent to the world. I got a rude wake up in the form of everyone who was selected shouting me down and telling me that my talent was subpar and I had no business being at Global Warfare. This tournament was not about anything other than one individual proving that they were better than the next…brands be damned. I didn’t want to believe that, and I still don’t want to believe that. I have to think that this is more than just a bunch of us thrown in together like a barrel of plastic monkeys and shaken to see who falls out last. I want this to mean more than that…I want the International Championship to mean more than that… Kenzi takes the EPW Title off of her shoulder and looks at it, then holds it up for the camera to get a good look at it as the light glints off its platinum surface. The look of pride is evident on her face. Kenzi Grey-Lacklan: I fought so hard to get this title…and it means so much to me, not only because I won it with the love of my life, but because of the way that we did it…because of the adversity that we faced. I took the hard road to win this title and everyone knows how much it means because of that. I think that the same should hold true for this tournament and the people still left in it. I looked at this as a chance to prove the doubters wrong…and now that most of my detractors have been sent home, I see that this really is about something more than individual accomplishment. She put the title back on her shoulder. Kenzi Grey-Lacklan: Tonight I face yet another woman who doesn’t respect me…despite the kind words I showed her. Maybe it’s gamesmanship, or maybe it’s just the era of ‘it’s just about me’ for all I know. I wish Li Chen the best, regardless and I hope that the better wrestler advances for a chance to become a deserving champion…someone who will make the title means something more than individualism at its finest. That’s my goal and I don’t intend to fall short. I am going to fight my hardest and represent my brand to the masses…whether they want me to or not! Kenzi sighed as she turned and walked out of frame… |
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| Austin Craddock | Sep 30 2017, 07:41 PM Post #4 |
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The match begins, and the two men charge at each other. The stronger and larger Big Banter takes the upperhand, but the crafty Chester Roosevelt is able to escape. He manages to take Big Banter down with a tiger driver, and once the big man is on the ground, Chester makes it a point to not allow him to get back to his feet. He delivers several stiff kicks to the side and ribcage of Big Banter, taking the wind right out of him. He goes for a very early pin attempt, hooking the leg. Big Banter kicks out at one. Big Banter powers out, forcing Roosevelt off of him. He sits up and slowly gets to his feet, but Roosevelt runs at him and delivers a bicycle knee. If doesn't drop Big Banter, but it certainly staggers him. With his opponent groggy, Chester charges at him once more for a second bicycle knee. This time, Banter drops against the canvas. He opts against making the cover, however. Instead, he waits for Big Banter to get to his feet again. When he does so, he charges at him with all his might. But Big Banter is able to counter the gore, sidestepping it and rolling Chester up. He only manages a two count. Chester Roosevelt, annoyed by the crowd cheering for Banter, yells out “I'M AN AMERICAN.” Big Banter takes no notice of it – he's most likely busy thinking about how much he'd enjoy a full English breakfast right now. The two men begin trading blows, and as Chester Roosevelt is slightly quicker than his opponent, he is able to take control. But it doesn't last for long, as Big Banter retaliates with a snap DDT. He then quickly drops an elbow onto Chester's stomach, which he follows up with a pin attempt. He's only able to manage a two count, once again. Both men get to their feet. Big Banter runs towards Chester, but he's met with a clothesline. “The American” takes control of the match once again, working away on Banter's leg. He has a single leg Boston crab locked in and it does noticeable damage, as when he is able to force the break via the bottom rope, he struggles to get back to his feet. He limps forwards, right into the path of Roosevelt. This time, Chester is able to connect with the gore, and he transitions into a ground and pound. After successfully defending himself, Big Banter is able to push Chester Roosevelt away. Roosevelt comes right back at him, but an STO knocks him down. He's back up almost instantly, but Big Banter springs into life to drop him with “Fallen Angel”, his signature headlock driver. Sensing his opportunity, he waits for Chester to get back to his feet. When he does exactly that, he lunges forward for his “Big Banter Boot” finisher. However, Roosevelt ducks and sends Banter stomach-first into the turnbuckle. He rebounds backwards, and Chester charges at him for another gore. But Big Banter is able to catch him mid-air and drop him with his “Special K” finisher, much to the crowd's delight. He rolls Roosevelt over and makes the cover, securing the three count and the all-important victory. WINNER: BIG BANTER (PINFALL @ 10:52) |
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| Austin Craddock | Sep 30 2017, 08:09 PM Post #5 |
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Jessica Anderson segment Jessica Anderson is backstage, dressed in the famous red, white and blue of the Union flag. She has her husband along side her, but he tries his hardest to avoid being caught on camera, allowing her to have her moment in the spotlight. Jessica Anderson: “I cannot tell you just how excited I am to be here tonight. I navigated my way past some very difficult competition in Sydney last week, and now I'm here in London – without a doubt my favourite city in the world!” The dropping of the city name undoubtedly sparks a cheap pop, but Jessica doesn't care. She's soaking every moment in, because there's no guarantee that she'll ever get another. Jessica Anderson: “Tonight isn't about finally being back in London, though. It's all about Global Warfare and taking that International Championship home to Empire Pro Wrestling. I have reached the last sixteen with some of the greatest wrestlers around the world, so just making it this far is an honour in itself. But I'm not the 'just happy to be here' type. I'm not going into my match with Mercy Williams thinking that I've already achieved more than people thought I would and calling it a job well done.” She sakes her head, definitely. Jessica Anderson: “Not at all. It is my intentions to go out there and try my damn hardest to pick up the victory tonight, because not only do I owe it to Empire. I owe it to all of you. Without you, none of this would be possible. We have the greatest fans in the world, and I'd be honoured to represent them as the CWC International Champion!” Jessica blows a quick kiss, followed by a wink, before exciting the scene. |
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