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Post by LR Adams on Nov 7, 2021 20:37:09 GMT
The 4-Way match we've been building up towards since the last show. Army of Pain, Uprising. Both teams, imploded. The winner of this match? Gets to 'call their shot'....a future match of their choosing down the line, against the WFWF Champion.
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Post by Gabriel Collins on Nov 19, 2021 17:12:26 GMT
Season’s Beatings: Shot-calling in 4 rough steps
It’s no secret that in recent months, the WFWF Tag-Team division has been in a recent state of turmoil. The ‘new 4’ as many branded them, are all no more. 2 Colorful? Imploded from the start, as Orange Bullet, Jr’s ego got huge. The Army of Pain? Once again, a state of who can best who amongst the 2-time Champions. How about the Dymond Club? They ended up being lumps of coal this time around after starting out white hot.
This brings us to the Uprising. From the moment they won the WFWF Tag Titles, it became apparent that Michael Babylon was jealous of the attention Gabriel Collins was receiving from the crowd at Beyond the Black. He got into a minor altercation before the last show. As soon as Satan’s Playground took place? He did the inevitable, and made it clear he had no room for Gabriel Collins. So now, it has come to this match. So now, it’s the final four, the men who are ready to do battle, but against one another, warfare-style. A slobberknocker. A knock-down, drag out, rock & roll party in the streets. Gabriel Collins is who we find, by himself. Obviously, no Babylon there. Falco is nowhere to be found, probably doing Golden Gun things, as we may expect. An opportunity at a future shot at whomever the WFWF Champion may be.
Gabriel Collins: The mind surely does change over time. To quote a former ally who seems to always get the best of me...there is a war about to be waged. It’s no secret, it’s no shock, it comes as no surprise, that 8 years ago, I was just as many of you know, a ‘Nouveau Riche’ brat. I hid behind my good looks, my money, my entitled behavior. Never working hard for anything. There is one thing that my first few months in pro wrestling taught me...you need to work hard. Pay your dues, earn your stripes. Damn, do those stripes make the famous Darlington speedway stripes look like amateur hour! I learned from a man who was a talented athlete. He seemed to be on the cusp of greatness in MCW, then faded downward. I was still cocky, and didn’t need his help, or so I thought.
Fast-forward to 2018. The year of the Next-generation Wrestling Revolution. The 1st-ever Main Event. I was blessed to be in that spot, I made history that night, but quickly found myself once again...lost. No longer a brat, no longer living off inheritance, just using my skills to get the job done. By the time NWR closed, I was just inches away from winning gold. The skills, there and ready to be unleashed...but again, Dymond put an end to that. Not telling anyone what was going on. How do you think I felt when one minute I have an opportunity to become TV Champion, and I get to the venue, only to find out there’s no show? Talk about a hack job!
And now, we’re here. December, 2021. The WFWF Tag Titles are around my waist, won by pure talent, outlasting who many consider to be the gold standard of Tag-Team wrestling for the last couple of years...only to be stripped, not because of injury, not because of a loss in a match, but because the WFWF has no tag-teams to compete right now? Not just that, but because of a teammate who has jealousy in his heart? Michael Babylon, this is all about you, my friend. It always has. You don’t like to be one-upped at anything. Now, the tide has turned. I’m the one this crowd adores, while you’re the one who is loathed. You couldn’t handle me scoring the pinfall, you couldn’t handle the crowd cheering for me, you did all you could to stop me from winning Satan’s Playground. But, found yourself on the losing end before me.
Bludd, Pain....you’re another never-ending story. One minute, you’re allies. The next, you’re waging war against one another over losses, title victories, and ego. Giants fall easily, and it appears that on this night, it’ll be no different. The name of the game? Call-your-shot. The winner? Gets an opportunity to face the WFWF Champion. Anytime. Anyplace. Anywhere. It could be THAT moment, it could be during the Main Event. Hell, it could take place AFTER the match itself, or after show!
This brings me to Diablo. Now, I know I’m not in the right spot to talk. Since this little company came together, the whole spotlight has been on your dominance. Should we go back over 12-14 years ago to Tiger Wrestling Nation? Should NWR be brought up? The last I checked, we’re in 2021. Age seems to have caught up with you. You’re not the once-dominant supposed ‘lab project’ you were years ago. Two losses since the WFWF came back, for you...that’s a LOT.
Fang. The WFWF Champion. The Manimal. Still quick. Still agile. Still as versatile as ever in your aging form. It’s truly a shock, honestly, it is. Especially how you have been as dominant as ever. Nobody could touch you in MCW. In NWR, you were built for dominance, you were as powerful as ever. You’re now, once again, the face of the WFWF. It’s hard to beat you, but sooner or later, someone will. It might be Diablo, it might be Braxton Dirge. Might even be me. Hell....LR Adams could beat you as well.
Speaking of Leon, this is directed towards you. Back when MCW was on its highs, you were a mastermind. You guided men to the top, you made stars. This ego of yours, don’t let it get you into a spot you won’t be able to escape from. These fans? Buy tickets to see the locker room in the back. Nobody has a bigger ego than you. NOBODY ruined anything at Satan’s Playground, that was you. YOU invited the crew to partake in that craziness. YOU knew what was at stake. YOU knew everyone was going to take the shot. Don’t bite off more than you can chew, bossman. You created the glass ceiling; you hold the brass ring. The time to shatter the glass, the opportunity to grab the ring, is right there. And rest assured, you’re looking at him.
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