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Post by LR Adams on Nov 7, 2021 20:31:54 GMT
The match we want. The match we need. The match that many are looking forward to seeing. Fang. Diablo. The WFWF Title on the line tonight. The only catch? WFWF Owner LR Adams is going to be challenging the winner right after this match.
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Post by LR Adams on Nov 19, 2021 17:09:32 GMT
Scene: A nice, quiet, mobile home area somewhere in Ontario County, upstate New York.
It wasn’t supposed to be like that. 2021 begun like any other year. Reminiscing about the days of yesterday with a few colleagues from the past in the old MCW/NWR Arena turned into a gear setting itself in motion for the months to come. Then, May arrived, and the World Fantasy Wrestling Federation returned to a capacity crowd to remember the golden age, & to usher in the new one. Almost immediately, controversy erupted from the gate. Masked men, takeovers, Champions immediately taking to task that they have no true competition, and then we ended up at Beyond the Black.
A match that was supposed to be brutal ended up in a no contest between Diablo and Fang. The conclusion was to contest the show inside of Satan’s Playground, a crazy concept that many have begged to come back, but with the right amount of talent, could be something special. At the last show, it was chaos, and then some. A night which saw the Tag match in jeopardy, and even the other matches in jeopardy, everyone wanting a shot to go after Fang. Naturally, Leon allowed for it, but the more he appeared on screen, the more the crowd was feeling his anger, and turned against him. Even his arguments AGAINST the locker room, caused them to be placed in the match. And even after that, it still wasn’t enough. Leon wanted a fair match between the two, and made it for the last show of the year, but admitted to one thing afterward...he was challenging the winner of that match IMMEDIATELY AFTER their encounter.
We go inside of that mobile home, where we see an OG answering machine replaying messages that were left. A message from Orange Bullet, Sr., proclaiming he wants an opportunity at a rematch. Candy Appel, asking why he hasn’t responded to being interviewed. Even the secretary, sometimes arm candy for the man himself, Cherrie Jubilee, wondering why he hasn’t shown up to have some....’tension’ released. The camera pans upward to see one, Leon-Ryan ‘LR’ Adams, sitting in a chair, looking out the window of this home. Noticing an elderly woman, standing on her deck, drinking a wine cooler. The neighbor next door to her right side, dealing something sketchy to the person across the street, a man of ethnic origin. Another neighbor, is stepping out of his white van, pulling out a brand-new Peavey Amp, obviously getting ready to jam. Leon, peers at them all before turning around to address those who are about to watch him speak.
“You know, lately...I’m the bad guy. I’m the unpopular one in the situation. It started at Beyond the Black. Appointing myself as the referee, the audience thought I was going to be doing something to screw over the Main Event...and I didn’t. I made the match no contest so we could see one more battle between Diablo and Fang, a war to settle the score. That match was supposed to be special; the 1st time Satan’s Playground was contested one-on-one, but no...the roster HAD to make it known they wanted in on the match. Nobody was happy being on the outside. SO, I did what I had to do. The crowd? Apparently wasn’t happy any matches happened. Sorry, not sorry...I don’t do refunds. Instead of blaming me, blame the locker room. The boys are all ego-driven. Lord knows what pisses in their cornflakes, or for some of them, the bongwater.
Many are mad I made that statement about Serikaz...but I ask, why? Just because he shows up, he’s supposed to be the last great hope? The savior? I’m not one to hold grudges, but let’s not forget how he did MCW dirty, the boys in the locker room. The NWR locker room never got to see any sort of comeback from him as he chose to retire! This stipulation is definitely going to stick. I want him to show me his worth as a future hall of famer. One loss, will he rebound or walk away? If it’s the title shot, 1 year not challenging for it! The Tag Titles, I do have a plan for those, as for right now, they’re vacant once more.
But many are mad I booked a third match amongst Diablo and Fang...why? This trilogy is off the chain. We’re going to see a bloodbath....oh, wait...it’s because of the melee AFTERWARD, isn’t it? Everyone feels like a spotlight is going to be stolen? Hoping I get what’s coming to me? Everyone remembers the backward ballcap, Jnco jeans-wearing early-2000s version of me. The MCW Owner who wanted to make Pain’s life a living hell after he won the Title. The triple threat that took over the MCW for years, and the match where Chimp and Flame helped me beat him for the title. Everyone says that I ruined the company for years, did I? Or was it jealousy that many wished they could be me in that exact moment? This is 2021, I'm much older now, and ready to show that even I can be a caliber athlete.
Screw Top 5 rankings, as the owner, I can bypass that! Diablo, you might be a man...you might be a machine. You might be a monster, who knows. You’re known to be tough, but I’m sure that there are weaknesses that can be exploited within you. Fang, the WFWF Champion. For years, I watched you dominate in the TWN. I welcomed you to MCW with open arms. I even primed you for success in NWR. I remember how you lost to Diablo and almost walked away, but then; you came back for more. There’s a lot of layers in that Manimal that makes you tick, but I know there’s a weakness that shall soon be exploited. Do I expect to be the WFWF Champion? I’m the owner, but to be THE guy...sure does have a nice ring to it, now, doesn’t it?”
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Post by fang on Dec 28, 2021 3:32:08 GMT
CHRISTMAS TIME IN THE CITY
December 25th
Fang spent Christmas with his older sister, Sara “Talon” Nadell, at her upscale, stilted house in the Colorado Rocky Mountains. This year boasted an unseasonably warm December, with high winds carrying a warm, sweet Spring-like scent. For three years now, Fang and Talon agreed to hold a small Christmas gathering every year after there father- unsung wrestling legend Thomas Nadell- passed away at this time of year.
“I can’t believe it’s been three years.” Talon murmured to herself as she stared into the framed picture of her father as a young man. “I miss him so much.”
Fang sat on a soft sofa and stared into the bright fireplace where a yule log blazed, and the flames seemed to dance just for him. This was the sort of luxury he normally would refuse, believing that human comforts bred weakness. However, this was for his father; Thomas would have wanted him there with his sister on Christmas. And Fang could not deny that the soft sofa soothed his aching spine and the fire’s warmth felt good on his skin.
Around them, several dogs lay curled up on the carpet, snoring peacefully. They were, all of them, rescued from the fight pit.
“I’m glad you made it, Adam.” Talon sat next to him and handed him a frosty pitcher of Holiday lager. “I know you don’t feel comfortable staying in any place with indoor plumbing.”
Fang took the offered pitcher and said, “I miss him too. I’d be different if he hadn’t found me. I would probably still be locked in a cage somewhere or dead by now. He brought me back. Reminded me of what I was. I could never repay what I owe him. Christmas was always so important to him… honoring his memory is the least I could do. Here’s to you, Father.” Fang drank deeply. He closed his eyes and shuddered in pleasure. It had been what felt to him like years since his last taste of cold beer. “Beer is good.” He said simply.
“Beer is gross. I prefer hard lemonade.” Talon replied.
“That is gross, sister.”
Talon shrugged. “To each their own.”
They shared a comfortable silence for a while and nursed their beverages. Fang was always a manimal of few words. Eventually, his sister asked, “How’s your back?”
Fang grunted. “It’s better now.” He lied. “It took weeks to recover from that last battle. But I’ve managed to recover from the worst of it.”
Talon stared at him as he fixed his gaze into the fireplace. She was trying to see past his proud, tough, weathered veneer and see her real brother, the human being inside. But Fang’s eyes betrayed no secrets.
“So, Diablo gets infinite title opportunities, yeah?” She asked rhetorically.
Fang sipped his lager and said, “Yeah, apparently he does.”
“You know, Adam, they’re going to keep throwing these epic battles at you until you finally break.”
“Of course, they will. That’s what it means to be Champion. That’s what it means to be Fang.”
Talon sighed, “Would you please stop being so melodramatic? It’s Christmas. Just for one night, let your guard down. Let yourself be vulnerable just this once.”
Fang looked at her sharply. “I am not vulnerable. I am not weak.”
“I didn’t say you were. Jesus. I’m just saying you can be real with me. What you’ve done, what you’ve accomplished in your career, it’s more than most people could handle.”
“I’m not most people.”
“You’ve ever heard of The Fang Problem?” Talon asked.
“The what?”
“The Fang Problem. That’s how they refer to your title reign on social media. Theres this big discussion about how to unseat you as Champion. That’s why they keep stacking the odds against you. People don’t like seeing you as the face of wrestling companies. They think you’re a freak.”
“So what? I don’t care what they call me. I am what I am. If they wanted a cliché, prototypical wrestling babyface, then they should have hired John Cena, not Fang.”
“Fair point. Frankly, all they’re doing is adding to your legacy.”
They exchanged gifts before parting ways that evening. Fang came to understand this was the traditional custom. Talon got her brother a new pair of shiny, black boots. Fang gifted his sister with a homemade dog-fur blanket.
“I made it from my pack’s sheddings. I’ve been working on it while I recuperated from Satan’s Playground. Making it took many, many hours.”
Talon held the matted, ratty material in her hands. Little hairs drifted off it like snow. “Oh… you shouldn’t have. Thanks...”
Fang nodded. “Merry Christmas, Talon.”
“Merry Christmas, Adam.”
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