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Post by Wade Mason on Dec 1, 2010 2:04:23 GMT -5
[Single Match] Leo Hayden Vs. French Montana
Limit: 2 Each Maximum Final Deadline:Monday, December 6th at 11:59pm EST Tuesday, December 7th at 11:59pm EST
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Post by Andy on Dec 5, 2010 1:33:30 GMT -5
It seems like we are stuck in a sea of lost. That TGW is slowly making their steps into the city of Woe. We wait for our hero to take us there, and finish the job. To make everyone happy once again, can that be possible? We are never sure. We do know that through suffering and the pains afflicted upon us we end up with better lives as better people. We live life knowing it could be worse, we could be another victim. We have our lives we all tend to each other, take care of each, hold each other, and love each other just to make sure we can stay happy in these lives we live. Though our lives are just the smallest pieces to a big puzzle, we are all needed in this game, but those of us are in a dark spot of the puzzle’s corner, pieces that are flipped over not able to be placed in correctly without a flip in reality. Only person able to flip these people is our hero Leo Hayden, he may cover the piece in blood, but it will be bright and colorful in the long run once they have returned into the reality that they must fit into the mold of life’s puzzle.
Today we join our hero at his former home in Bethesda Maryland as he notices that the halls are empty, he slowly brushes hands against the windows that beam new light into the windows. He continues to walk, as his friend and Doctor; Alice walks behind him with a sad look to her. Face he turns around, his dreads blocking a good chunk of his face. The camera zooms into his face, only his mouth visible underneath his hair, as a big grin comes across his face.
Leo Hayden Wow, this place has changed huh?
Alice yeah, it’s kind of creepy
Leo Hayden yeah, it’s quite, the way I like it…remember how loud it used to be so many people talking about this or that; Demanding to be let out because they obliviously weren’t crazy right.
Alice yeah remember, when we got you in here? We used to have you to restrain you, and lock you up by yourself before allowed you back with everyone else in group.
Leo Hayden yeah that was never really a good thing for me wise it.
Alice yeah, but I knew there was something different about you.
Leo slowly walks down the hall some more and suddenly stops and turns to his right seeing a door, number 9.
Leo Hayden my room….
A shiver runs down Leo’s spine and ends up causing him to lift his head up. He collapses to the ground, and the scene begins to fade and then our camera spins out of control on a zoom out of Leo
It was always cold in my room. No one ever cared. I was stuck with no way out, no way for anyone to help me. I could only help myself, how do you help yourself out when you are cold. You could sit there and work out, keep your blood flowing quickly. Soon though you would hear voices on the other side, those evil cowards who wouldn’t dare open your door in fear of what you might do. I would sit there and pound on the door. Hoping someone would let me out, then I after a while I would quit. Just allow the slow moving sweet quiet madness to take over my mind; it always helped. Soon they would allow one person to come in, and it would be Alice…Always Alice at the time she was so timid…so scared to treat me. I was always so nice to her, telling her what I was thinking reminding her that everything is all right go ahead and inject me with a sedative. It’s funny at the time she would hate doing it, because I was always so tame when she did it. Of course, as soon as they let me through that door, I was a burst of energy. Sedative or not I always came out swinging. It’s like Alice was giving me sugar water instead of giving me a relaxer. I don’t know it was always weird with her, I could never really be sure if she was there to help me, or for her own agenda. They soon realized the way to get at me was to deprive me of her visits. Understandable, I believe I was changing that young doctor’s attitude one day at a time. I corrupted her; I whispered my sweet virus into her ear and let it spread like a wildfire.
Alice Leo….
I don’t know what it was about her eyes, always staying so innocent…how could I crush her soul, and get her to forget her career path and join me on my path of destruction.
Alice Leo!....
I still don’t understand; why she is around me as it is….did I really corrupt her? Did I ruin her life?
Alice Come on Leo Wake up!
What did I do to her? I ruined her…I know I ruined her…I made her what she is now…nothing but a mindless follower…Fuck
Alice O thank god…you’re awake
Leo Hayden yeah…Sorry…you know how it goes bad memories close collapse in the middle of old hospitals.
Alice Come on, you still have more to see.
Leo Hayden Right Lets go…
She still takes care of me, even though I caused her some much grief at her job. I always tried to be nice, but she was the only person willing to help me out of this prison. I will have to try to help her now, regain some of that innocence that made her so attractive in my days. One day a time.
Alice Come On Leo!
Leo begins to step towards her walking in the light from the windows and into the next room shadowed by darkness.
Will I be able to get myself out of this mess? Can I save her, while still spreading my message? Is wrestling the right thing for her life? she has sacrificed so much for me….do I make the sacrifice and stop my wide spread violence. Huh…? Questions for another day I guess…I am here to get what I left here so long ago…
The Rant
Leo Hayden Hello everyone, my haters, my followers, and my lovers; It seems that once again I must grace the screen with my presences. First, let’s do ourselves a favor and get some things out of the way before we start talking about Tuesday. First off all, Rupp…Rupp HAD been a thorn in my side and he left us; before I had another 1 on 1 shot with him for that TGW title. Yeah, he left o well. You know what that means though everyone? That I am the ONLY! Person that has TGW Gold; that’s right! As the longest running Volitionary champion, I have shown everyone that the only person you can rely on is me. That I as the man that brings pain and suffering to all those who oppose me; I am the true champion of TGW. Rupp left, he threw TGW away, and what do we have to say about it good riddance. Rupp if you are listening to this and I am sure you are, come on back when you want a re-match. Good luck with your future, but will say glad you are gone. It’s time for me to take TGW over like I have always planned.
Now on two the second problem of my world, Russell Francis, Listen Russell everyone is waiting for you to cash in your title shot. Let’s get this show on the road. You are worst than an open sore that just won’t scab over, just annoying. It’s time for you to hurry up and get ready for the beating of your life. Are you really that scared to cash in? Are you afraid that I will end your career for good? You have no idea what kind of match I have in store for you, do you? Obviously, I am going to pick a match that will benefit me. Something that breed violence, that’s how I like to work. I want something that increases our levels of pain, that creative brutality brews dark. We will compete in a match where, my imagination is allowed to paint on the perfect canvas with your blood. You will be in a struggle to stay alive, let alone even imagine that you will win my Volitionary title. I mean they told you, you call the match time I call the type of match weeks ago. The world is still waiting on you Russell; you have all of California demanding you cash it in. You have me telling you to cash it in, I want to solve my problems now. Instead of later, just think about it. You could compete against me once more time, and have a shot of being the constant once again. Wouldn’t you love to run around the place yelling I’m the CONSTANT “A GAME” OF TGW! All over again, bring back the Franchise! We all wait on you to break this façade and start claiming yourself as who you really are inside. The Franchise, the man who’s mouth never gets tired. The real question comes down to? When are you going to cash your title shot in? When do you feel like losing to me?
So now we move on to this week’s returning veteran. Let’s do a TGW reunion tour is what corporate must be thinking. Let’s bring back all our washed up wrestlers of the past and put them up against the stars of today. So, who did they throw me up against French Montana; another wrestler to add to my list of people I can hurt. People that I can enlighten through the way I can cause their most extreme pain. I know what French Montana is doing right now; he is going over tapes and tapes and tapes of my style trying to size me up. Trying to get his return debut up to par with me; unfortunately for him he is only returning to make me look better. Just to add another win on my record for everyone to look at and say WOW Leo! You have beat all our former TGW stars, and then some. These people are lucky to have me here in TGW, they are lucky to see me holding the TGW Volitionary title; they would be thrilled to see me holding both belts.
So French Montana are you ready for me to show up on Tuesday and well beat you down into the bloodiest mess you have ever been. I mean French Montana I have to think you are excited about coming back to TGW. I mean who wouldn’t be? You are a star who was Mr. Big Time during your time. Now coming into the sea of losers that I am faced with week after week; it just sucks to be you that your first match back is against the only man with TGW gold, and the best TGW has to offer. I am the man that everyone seeks to up against, because they think they can knock me down on the totem pole. I wonder if your style is like your name French Montana…I wonder if French means you are stuck up, and arrogant, and Montana well…there is just nothing redeeming about that state. I am so ready to prove to the TGW fans that their heroes of today will not hold up against the mastermind villain. There is nothing that will be friendly about me this Tuesday. I am tired of helping out people; I am tired of holding back. This week me, Leo Hayden takes TGW over one wash-up at a time.
O, and for all of you wondering will the Volitionary Champion go after TGW title as well, you are damn right. I might as well prove to everyone that I am the best in the business. This company might think it’s safe; they will try solving these issues with words. I will step up and start the war, and I don’t care if it’s me against all. I am the only one here with the violent side big enough to be the one man army. It’s time for the violent spectacle that I dream of at night…destroying TGW…I’m taking over. No more mercy for anyone who stands in my way. Good luck TGW, you are going to need it.
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Post by frenchy on Dec 5, 2010 19:48:01 GMT -5
Kirsten Shelley for TGW.com - TGW BLOG: Revolution Reborn?? As the hours after the leaked announcement from True Glory Wrestling Headquarters wore on, many reporters, journalist, and fans flocked to TGW.com and anxiously awaited some sort of a report as to the truth of this matter. …Is French Montana back?? Before anyone goes off quoting that I am officially announcing the former TGW Champion’s return, don’t forget the question marks that follow. See, I like you am not in the “know”. However, I have received a bit of an update on the current situation… More on that to follow… But lets really take a look into what could have possibly made this situation…possible. As many may know the last time Montana was seen, his H2 Hummer was screeching out of the TGW Headquarters parking lot. Not only did he leave the Title behind, but he caused an immediate void in a company that increased the notoriety of his band Cocaine Revolution and that, made him larger than life. TGW Majority Owner (at the time) Wade Mason was forced to deal with the aftermath of one of his brightest stars leaving without an apparent explanation. Fans were left confused and utterly disappointed in the wake of those events. Even I thought, “Wow, this guy was really good. It’s hard to imagine why he would just up and let it all go”. But make no mistake about it; just as much as French’s reputation grew because of the company, the company’s grew due to Montana’s dominance in the ring. He was every bit as good with the guitar strings as he was when the lights of Animosity came on. He tormented Wade Mason to no end in his promos as well as inside the ropes. There was also no love lost when it came to TGW’s affiliate company, Championship Wrestling Council, due to his “questionable” exit in his last tournament. Though he has never been shy about speaking upon conspiracies existing throughout the wrestling council, it never truly affected him in the squared circle until this forgettable match. He seemed to lose steam, even though he never faced defeat in TGW while holding the Championship belt. It seemed to all fall apart one day for the problematic musician/fighter, who once faced a heavily publicized trial over a shooting in a St. Louis, MO strip club. Due to the eccentric behavior of the presiding judge, the case was ruled a mistrial. Over night, he went from the most popular draw in the company to an mysterious recluse. A face seen each and every week in San Diego and on TGW network tv, was the most difficult to find over the last several months. The hype behind this rumor is justified. French Montana garners attention because his style, although some may not agree with it, is very effective. UPDATE: Now I have received information from Montana’s attorney, Elena Ari that a press conference will be held at an undisclosed location, at an undisclosed time. According to the certified letter was delivered just a few moments ago, I will receive a phone call and given the rest of the information at that time as to the whereabouts of this meeting… More details to come…[/i] =============== [glow=red,2,300]I did not join the revolution to kill people, to kill the nation. Look at me now. Am I a savage person? My conscience is clear… [/color][/glow] “So what’s new?”“…Same shit, different day…”| Inside a quiet booth separated by a thick glass sits an agitated French Montana with a 2 week old beard and a snarl. Across from him sit’s a calm Pusher, clean shaven and unwavering in his demeanor. Each man has a phone to his ear while staring eye to eye through thick glass. Both have solid white collared shirts on, neither with any jewelry as the laws won’t allow for it. French guides his eyes to the ground, then back up and speaks. |*sighs* ”…I can’t stand this fuckin place man. You talk to Elena yet? …Maybe see what she can do?” ”…Don’t worry man, she’s got some shit in the works… But either way I don’t think it’ll matter. …This, “time”, isn’t gonna disappear this time.” “Yea, yea, I figured. … FUCK!!” “Look we’ll be fine… You said she’ll take care of it, then she’ll take care of it. …You’re gonna go back huh?”| Frenchy looks away, then pierces his eyes at Pusher’s. | “…Yep.”*chuckles* ”…Sonovabitch…” *laughs* “There’s some shit I gotta do. Ya know?” “Things are different this time. But it shouldn’t mean that the result…is different.”| French nods his head and strokes his fuzzy mug. Pusher looks to the side, and slowly nods his head. | “Its that time…” “…It is time.”| The men rise to their feet as the camera zooms out to show a more telling picture. The booth that appeared to be singular, now is shown as a wall lined with metal dividers to create several booths fitted with a phone with a single thick glass window running the length of the wall. Its visitation time inside the maximum security facility New Jersey State Prison… French Montana is preparing to leave, Travis Pusher is not. The men share an understanding glare momentarily, until guards in light blue uniforms marshal Pusher away. French turns towards the exits… The prison compound rests just east of the Delaware River on the outskirts of a busy downtown Trenton, New Jersey. The frigid night air swirls around in the compound and through the barbed wire that encompasses the facility. An almost obnoxiously loud multi-toned buzzer rings out as two people approach the gate leaving the prison. Once at the gate a simple push opens a space big enough for passage as the two continue to the parking lot. They reach a breath-taking 2011 Aston Martin V8 Vantage, cherry red exterior paint with an all black leather interior. | “…How is he?” | Under the parking lot light, the stunning face of Elena Ari peers through a shawl wrapped around her head used to shield her from the harsh weather. French removes his hoodie… | “…Just be there. Ok?” “…Alright.”| French strolls away as Ari opens the right side car door and hops in…Europeans… |[/glow] =============== | ...Docks, by the airport. Two lefts, a right... Fifteen feet to the west. Camera flash from a handful of “selected” reporters go off as the bay doors slide open revealing Elena Ari stepping up to a podium loaded with microphones. She gathers her thoughts in the midst of the flashes in the frosty late Jersey night and speaks. | “…You all have been pre-screened and allowed access to this press conference for reasons you will never know, but -we- will. I will make a brief statement, then you will leave. Absolutely no questions for any reason will be answered at this time. …Many people have heard that Mr. Montana has re-signed to a very lucrative contract to wrestle in True Glory Wrestling. The fact of the matter is…”| The distant roar of an car engine is heard in the vicinity of the docks, temporarily distracting Ari. Her puzzled look is quickly replaced with a professional demeanor as she continues on with her statement. | “…The fact of the matter is the contract is the HIGHEST ever offered by TGW management. I, on the behalf Mr. Montana, looked over the contract and quickly notified him of the offer…”| Elena’s speech is interrupted by the engine roar as it grows louder. Bright headlights are seen in the distance as the reporters turn around and begin filming. A loud screech is heard bringing the vehicle to a stop. Elena and the reporters stare down to the entrance of the docks where the car is now reviving its engine. With a flash of the headlights from off and back to on, the car speeds forward towards the bay doors and the press conference. Reporters begin to clamor, yet continue to film the muscle car as it gains speed. The car is outfitted with flat black exterior color with a glossy black racing stripe down the middle, red trim, and rims as it roars to within feet of the crowd before going into a power slide. Stopping only inches short of crashing into the now paralyzed crowd. Out of a cloud of smoke steps French Montana with a devilish grin on his face. He stops and gazes at the cameras with a menacing look… | “…No need to adjust your TV set.
I can assure you that you’re not experiencing déjà vu…
What you see in front of you is indeed reality…
The prodigal son has returned… and I brought a lethal vixen with me.”| French pierces his eyes towards Elena, then back to the reporters and filming cameras. She turns and walks back into the dock, leaving French inches from the huddled group of reporters scowling into the camera. The calm engine of the 2011 Dodge Challenger SRT8 hums behind him. | “It’s been rumored. It’s been questioned. It’s been in the minds and mouths of the wrestling community for some time now… I am here to feed your hunger. To quench your seemingly unquenchable thirst. To bring your BORING monotonous lives, a colorful vibrant splash of enigmatic excellency. And trust me there is no exaggeration in the hype of this, this turn of events… Since my departure all you’ve seen is Wade Mason’s failed attempt at creating such a draw. Just mentioning my name brings the volume of internet users to the TGW website so quickly and sudden, that the main server crashes. I mean lets face it, nobody cares about AJ Adams…And he’s a former Champion. Nobody gives a FUCK about Russell Francis… Nobody even hits the snooze button over Aaron Rupp… Preferring the blaring irritating noise of an alarm clock than anything related to that shrimp. He IS the Champion, or did yet another TGW Champion mysteriously up and leave? I don’t know…
I don’t care.
You MUST find it absolutely amazing that the Champion of this god forsaken operation is supposedly ripping up his contract and walking away from everything, yet they’ve got me slated in a match and there is no conclusive evidence that any contract has ever been agreed to. Well until now, it was all rumor that I was even in discussion with the management of this company. Its not because I wanted to ‘surprise’ any one per say, its just that I prefer my affairs be kept within the contents of my own glass house.
I dare one of you to throw the first stone.
…I digress.
This isn’t some redemption story as if I had a green number 7 on my chest and just got out of the Federal Penitentiary System. This isn’t the return of an aging…Excuse me. Aged…superstar who’s wrinkled dick couldn’t stay away from his daughter’s best friend, leading to a very pricey divorce. And then to have the rest of his income adjudicated away because of a fucking idiot son that thinks he’s speed racer, leaving his friend unable to control his bowels for the rest of his life.
No.
I am French fuckin’ Montana…
I command attention period. I mean that’s why you’re here, yes?“| No movement from the reporters shows they still haven’t gotten over the whole power slide thing. | "Look, it took a truck load of money for me to come back to the depressing locker rooms of True Glory. And lets face it, money rules the world. I have the money. The rest of the TGW fucks are the world. …Anonymous faces that no one outside of San Diego would even recognize.
Leo Hayden?…Who?!
I’m no stranger to this rodeo. I’ve been around this operation long enough to know exactly how this is going to go. See with Push doin’ a short stretch, my focus is only narrowed. Elena makes a perfect counter part. Cerebral, elegant, and immensely violent. It will only be a matter of time that every one of the imbeciles on the True Glory roster will have their shoulders pinned to the mat for three seconds, or have a body part stretched so far beyond physical limits they scream bloody murder!
Hope you got your vocal chords ready there uhh… Chad Allen… or Leo Hayden. Or whatever the fuck your call yourself nowadays. It won’t matter what your name is once you're on the bill with French Montana. I mean let’s be honest, the only reason why you’re even in the same ring with me is because Wade Mason continuously shows his inability to control anything. Yes, I know that pretty little bitch Alli Taylor is “majority owner” but if we’re still being honest, she has as much control as a 95 year old man does over his bladder. She has this knack of being so invisible even though she’s on almost every Animosity. And to make things worse they put a mic in that dumb broad’s hand so the incoherent ramble sloshing around in her noodle gets magnified on to the loud speakers. This…THIS is what you people watch week in and week out? Watching a merry go round of the same ol miserable losers that lift themselves out of their desolate lives to bring even more misery to the lives of those in attendance? This is what you call entertainment…
No wonder TGW gets treated like a red-headed step child in the CWC.
But you, Jester-Chad-Allen-Leo-Hayden… All of your ill performed personalities, will be squashed together come Animosity. You play crazy but I don’t think you’re crazy at all. Not in the least bit. Maybe a tad misguided. Possibly misunderstood.
Or just fuckin GAY.
But not crazy. What’s crazy is the fact that you have actually managed to stay submerged in this putrid cesspool long enough for people to almost forget you’re a fuckin rip off! A clone. A stan. Do I need to go on? …Maybe for the masses it’s difficult to see right through this pitiful excuse for “rassler”, but I am an elite. …You get that Hayden? Elite. A word I’m SURE you’re not familiar with considering the highlight of your life thus far being… Volitionary Champion of True Glory Wrestling. Look, another thing I’m sure you’re not aware of is the true meaning of holding that title. The absolute sum up of what that title means is NOT what you make it out to be. Anyone who’s anybody will tell you what it means to be Volitionary Champion.
Second place.
First loser.
Minor league.
Or just fuckin GAY.
You are in the history books with the likes of Russell Franchise… Yea, that was ANOTHER idiot who finally decides to come out of the closet and change his name. *scoffs* …And then there’s the icon known as Jessica Blake. That’s the company you keep, there uhh… Leo Allen. Or Hayden Jester. Whatever. You never will have the opportunity to even come close to what actual greatness is because you have to face French Montana in the ring. If YOU have done your homework, like I’m sure you haven’t, then you will discover being opposite me under the Animosity lights is like no other. It doesn’t compare to Blake, or Francis, or even Aaron Rupp. They are all people who in the TGW history books should be listed with an asterisk. And at the bottom of the page it should read *During Montana‘s absence* because the only accomplishments they have is when I was fed up with the way this operation was being, operated, and I left. Even the sun shines on a dog’s ass sometimes. But hey don’t worry, now you have your opportunity to prove me right. You can show the world how you’re just a second class citizen. The lowest possible man on the totem pole. The little fish, in an even smaller pond. The water boy…no better yet, lead male cheerleader. You truly deserve to be the…Volitionary Champion. You’ve clearly earned that right with you’re whole ‘crazy guy’ thing. Just please understand this. If you’ve never understood anything else in your entire life, Hayden.
We’re not laughing with, we’re laughing AT you.
I’m here to prove nothing except what you have already proven. I have no qualms with you. It is not I who you should really be upset with. Blame Wade Mason. Blame Alli Taylor. They think they know how to run a multi-million dollar corporation. Well, they do. Right into the ground. They sign faceless riff raft time and time again expecting different results. But what they find is there is no way you can hold yourself up as a respectable organization, if one of your champions literally copied and pasted his entire gimmick! One thing they do know is, if you want someone on the True Glory roster eliminated, you place them in the ring with French Montana. Chad Jester Hayden, you are the sacrificial lamb and I am the starving lion who just noticed you have been placed inside my fence. You’re only as relevant as the grains of sand that flow through the hour glass counting down to Animosity allow.”| Once the last words exit Frenchy’s mouth another roar is heard coming from inside the dock. The doors creep open and headlights are turned on from within the darkness of the dock. A cherry red 2011 Aston Martin V8 Vantage roars out of the darkness and peels off towards the exits of the New Jersey docks. French's face slowly turns into a sadistic scowl as he watches the car zoom off. He turns back to the cameras… | “…Tell who ever it is I’m facing come Animosity, to leave his title belt at home when he comes to the ring…
Nobody cares.”
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