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Post by Wade Mason on Nov 11, 2009 15:24:09 GMT -5
[Tag Match] The Blacklist [Darling/Quaranta] Vs. Shane Magnus & AJ Adams
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Saturday November 14th at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Sunday November 15th at 11:59pm EST
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Post by teresaquaranta on Nov 14, 2009 22:37:11 GMT -5
.::. telling truth to power .::. So. TGW Champion (x1). She'd taken David Blazenwing completely by surprise, pinned him for the title in the space of a couple minutes and hadn't even needed Reina to throw herself in (and no-DQ? Falls count anywhere? She didn't have any doubt that she would have if it had came down to it). Blazenwing had left the place in frustration a few days later at how transparent the screwjob was, and even the newbies were turning their nose up at the results. A disgrace. Pathetic. Dishonorable. Irrelevant. The only thing that mattered was power - if it took the crook instead of the hook, well, no great tragedy there. People were curious of course, as to how Chris Anderson, someone who hadn't been seen on TGW Television in a major role in... forever, was suddenly up and booking impromptu title matches? How'd that happen? They'd stay curious. Teresa leaned back in the leather chair and slung the title over her shoulder while her host solemnly opened a bottle of champagne. "You know, Chris... I sat in a chair just like this with Wade Mason a little more than a month ago, and our conversation was a very different one. Thank you." The TGW Commissioner grunted and sank into his chair and tried to keep the appropriate look- neutral, unfazed, professional. "Is that right?" "That's right." Teresa, of course, had been in Permanent Gloating Mode for the last few weeks, and things had only gotten worse since getting the belt off Blazenwing. "It was very 'Yes, Mr. Mason' and 'No, Mr. Mason' and 'Why gee I'm so excited about all your fresh young talent here at TGW, Mr. Mason and I can't wait to work with them!'... I have to say that I'm enjoying this conversation much better already." "What do you want?" Teresa's eyes flared at the indignance. Seething, she goes to the wall to Anderson's left and grabs the Onslaught poster off the wall, ripping it off the wall, and slamming it down onto Anderson's desk with a heavy thump. Anderson poured his drink and gave her a dry look. "You don't like the Pay-Per-View poster?" "It's got NOTHING to do with the poster and you know it. A five way match? A five way match? No champion should have to defend in a five way match, and no champion should have to walk around the arena for two hours letting Jake Norton attack them, letting Darren Moore attack them, Starr and Cage and whoever else gets a contract here... you are going to fix this! You are going to fix it right now!" "Teresa, I don't have the authority to -" "You don't have the authority? Wade Mason can move a Pay-Per-View halfway across the globe apparently, and you can't even get a dangerous main event straightened? You'd better get the authority if you don't want this released to the public!" She produced a red manilla folder with a strange seal on the back, and Anderson waved at her, not wanting to see them again. "Jesus." "Yeah, you should have been thinking about that old Jew when you were getting those made." "I did exactly what you wanted last week! Wade's pissed off, he's barely talking to me, but it got done. And as a little extra bonus, David Blazenwing is out of your hair permanently. But I can't change the Onslaught main event for you!" She ran a shaking hand through her hair. "I didn't hold - you know what, it's none of your business! I'm not worried about the Blacklist. YOU should be worried about the Blacklist. "You told me... that this would be a one time thing. You gave me your word." "My word's changed. Now there's a new word, and you'll listen to it. Isn't power cool?" When did she start lying to people? She'd lied to an interviewer just a few days ago. And then roughed him up, tacky as it was. But the victims weren't exactly scions of authenticity, we're they? She was starting to enjoy it - seeing how far she can get inside their lives, how much of a lasting impact could be created. "I literally cannot do it." Anderson held his hands in the air. "You wanna show those pictures? I can't stop you." "Oh no." "I've got a lot more to wring out of these before I cash them in." She scooped the envelope up and slapped him across the head with it before heading for the door. "It's been real, Chrissy." Anderson sat there for a long minute, staring at the glass, squinting. The problem with blackmail is that you dug a hole for yourself, one you could never get out of on your own. Really, the truth was the only way out. But who could he trust with something like this. He tapped his fingers against the table and mulled his options. Finally, he reached for the phone at the far end of the hardwood table and dialed. "Get me Shane Magnus. We need to talk." .::. telling lies to the powerless .::. I almost feel sorry for the fans of this promotion. It's tough enough, pretending to care about Russell Franchise - but to turn on the TV every week, or go to a live event and buy concessions and slap your hands and stomp your feet and boo and wave your clever signs... all while knowing, deep down, that we are, have been, and will be completely right about EVERYTHING we've said since we first came to this company. It must be depressing. It must be dawning on everyone here, slow and certain like an Alaskan sunrise. There is a new champion.
AJ Donovan? Big name, came to be World Champion, quit in two weeks. AJ Adams? Mentally unstable, a weirdo, a failure who didn't know how to cope with success. David Blazenwing? Was doing the whole "Path of Rage", which I guess is Blazenspeak for the butthurt baby temper tantrum you throw when you don't get that toy you want. Then once he had the good fortune to be in a match where all you had to do was wait a while and pin Russell Franchise to win, he did. But not long afterwards, he decided to get on the Path of Ragequit the very minute he had to leave the building without the title - exactly like all of us said he would.
Novermber 30. Onslaught in Texas was supposed to be the day that TGW changed forever. It was supposed to be a two hour long symphony of suffering... TGW was supposed to die with a bang. But instead, David Blazenwing got a few knees to the skull and his head thrown through the catering table. His company died with a whimper.
His company got what it deserved. The TGW Championship around my waist is the culmination of the attack that forced Cody Only out of TGW on October 12th. And when did I get it? November 9th? Your best efforts, your hardest work, your most impassioned speeches. And we went from zero to infinity here... in less than a month. The lengths I went to were like using whole a can of Raid on one roach. But when you throw in the leverage of the World Championship on top of all of our natural advantages... and this roach is, for all intents and purposes, dead. But there are still a few holdouts here, aren't there? Two people still waving that TGW banner high as they can.
AJ Adams. Believe it or not, you're the person I've thought about the most since that day, more than Russell Franchise or David Blazenwing or anybody else. I think about that night when I looked you and Cody Only in the eyes that first night and I said that the two of you were the epitome that everything TGW was and was striving to become. I didn't mean it in exactly the way you hoped, but I believed it, and I still believe it. There was something pure and good and wholesome about the two of you, even as rivals. Being self sacrificing. Respecting each other. Respecting the company - the two of you did a better of a job of that than the people who actually got to BE champion around here, and although there's something completely unfair about that, well... life isn't fair, generally.
What else I think about... constantly... obsessively... is the Cruelty's Heart. The full story is one I'll tell some other time but... it's a move I've used twice in the last two and a half years. One of them has permanent nerve damage in his arm, can't raise his arms above his shoulders, has this John McCain thing going on, got me... well... Blacklisted from that promotion, for lack of a better term. The second time marked a new chapter in my life. I still remember Cody Only's screams, I still remember the... the elation that I felt. I've thought about that hold in every match I've had for two years, fights against a guy who pretty much sexually assaulted me, against a woman who burned my home to ashes, for a chance to be undefeated world champion of the place that gave me my start, a match I could have won if I had...
But everytime, I stopped myself. Every time that memory burned into my mind and reminded me that I was fighting human beings who didn't deserve anything like that. Well, Cody Only didn't deserve what happened to him that night, but he got it anyway. Which leaves you, AJ, and the work I left undone. See, Cody Only might have been the heart of TGW, but you... you were always the soul. And I wanted so much for our first meeting to be something more special than this. You and me and ... a cage or something like that. But the same rules apply. I feel like if I can injure you... permanently, force you out of the company, break your will, then I will kill something that can't be replaced here by anyone. Not Russell Franchise, not Shane Magnus, not.. anybody.
I want that. And I want to know what makes someone get DQ'ed from a world title match? You have to feel a little screwed over... I mean, Cody Only gets screwed out of his title by AJ Donovan, a big name free agent who gets his title reign and then leaves the company. And then the exact same thing happens to you? But you actually held it, and you had to feel cheated when the two of them passed it between you. Were you that confident that you'd find another way in, or did you hate Blazenwing that much or are you uniquely stupid? I don't know, but I really, really want to.
I doubt I'll find out just from this match, though. I'll learn the answers to questions we all know the answers to. Are you a match for Jack Darling? Well, let's see. Darling superkicked your face off of your skull last week. Soooo, gonna go with no on that one. Is the former TGW Champion better than the reigning one? We're the only two on the roster to know exactly what this feels like - but I destroyed David Blazenwing, and you lost to him, so... resounding no. Can you and Shane Magnus defeat the odds and work as a team?
Well that's a little more interesting, isn't it? Serious question, Shane.
How sick of fucking tag teams are you by now? Because this is like your third tag match in a month, and your partners keep letting you down. Which, by the way, is just what I said would happen. This isn't exactly the Armed Forces, Magnus - the other soldiers aren't But you keep pushing on no matter what happens, fighting that one man war against impossible odds, you dig your heels in the mud when anybody with common sense would quit, you keep sticking... to that system.
You're the people's choice, like it or not - I don't know where on earth you came from, but I'll tell you, you stuck to the nickname. Slowly and surely you made it into the main event picture. Slowly and surely people have talked about your talent, and slowly and surely... you've given everybody in that locker room and the crowd... hope. Hope that one day we'll all poof, disappear like a really bad fevered dream TGW had. And on a really bad day, they can look around and say 'Well, at least Shane Magnus is still around fighting the good fight'. And even more baffling, you managed to hold V down for three seconds after getting the bejeesus beaten out of you. I don't know if it was David Blazenwing's last gift or just your latest implausible Hulk Hogan moment, but let me make this perfectly clear - the hope will die. The dream is over. And that will NOT happen again. Ever. You won't make it to Onslaught's main event. You won't get it done backstage, you won't manage to win a qualifier. And you won't become TGW Champion. Those are odds you can't overcome, it's chaos that won't conform to any system.
And I know that you're thinking that you're an inspiration to the roster, that you handed us our first defeat by being patient and courageous and waiting on your chance and taking advantage, and maybe that's true. It happens to the best of us. And I know that you're looking forward to Onslaught, waiting for your opportunity to pop up once again, for your chance to do something to change the face of this company forever. But see, our mistakes? They are going to be few and far between, Magnus, and if I have to personally finish you, I'll do it. That's how committed I am to being TGW Champion for as long as it takes for this place to acknowledge the obvious.
We won the last time we did this. But you dropped a load of dead weight called Sk8er Boi, and Rei's shoulder is still a little sore.
The third time won't be the charm for you.
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Post by AJ Adams on Nov 15, 2009 23:58:11 GMT -5
I let the TGW Title walk right out of my hands. More importantly, I threw away a chance to regain the title that I had lost just a week before. Some people are so confused and ask me every time I walk by, “AJ, what was going through your head man?”
It wasn't about winning the title to me, it wasn't about winning it back against David Blazenwing, and it definitely isn't about taking over TGW. It's always been about just gaining respect, making people see that when I set out to really do something I plan on getting it done, and it was about just going out there and getting it done.
So the question is still there. Why did I hit Blazenwing with a chair?
The week before, I was moments away from reclaiming the TGW Title in the triple threat match at Retribution. I even had Franchise pinned, had the referee not had been knocked out. Then, for the second time in that match David had decided it would be a good idea to take a chair and hit me with it. Maybe me using the chair and getting disqualified was some sort of revenge, redemption, or just a plain Fuck you to good ol' Dave.
So now over the past week people have been saying how I was a joke, making fun of this or that. Shane Magnus says that I wasn't up to leading anyone against the group of the Blacklist. I didn't know I was supposed to be doing anything like that. Since when is there a group that is opposed to the Blacklist? Aren't they against EVERYONE? To Magnus this is a giant war, personally I think he is trying to look tough because he has a hardon for Teresa Quaranta. I admit that she is very attractive, but only if you go for the whole “crazy chick who likes to kick ass” look. To each their own.
Next, he'll be demanding a match between the two of us for who gets to lead the team against the almighty Blacklist.
Last week I entered a match in the place of our Volitionary Champion, Russell Franchise. Some curious as to what the hell happened to Franchise and how I just happened to be able to slide right into the match. That is easy when I make sure that Russ can't stand up straight. Slide in some Rohypnol into his drink and he was out cold in the locker rooms.
Sure, it might not have went as planned and Darling got the upper hand. I'm always willing to admit that someone was better than me on a certain night. Jack may not have been prepared for me, but he was ready to go against whomever walked down to that ring. I can make all the excuses in the book about still suffering from injury, but it still doesn't make the fact that Darling beat me change. This week I have a chance to go in and make up for what happened last week. This time, I have Magnus to sit in my corner and be his holy, better than everyone else, self. Darling gets to team up with the newly crowned TGW Champion, Teresa Quaranta.
I don't care how you got the title, who you had to blow, or how long you had to keep your ankle pinned behind your head to get it. I may not have been the biggest Blazenwing fan but that clearly wasn't a good way to win a title. It's in the same taste of AJ Donavon walking in here and attacking me from behind, stealing my contract for the title match months ago. Way to go, Teresa. You're just as good as that piece of Canadian trash.
I might not want to roll around with you under the sheets like Magnus, but I can't wait until I go toe to toe with you. I think you have amazing skills in the ring and it's always a wrestlers passion to go up against the best. To test and push themselves to new heights and become better with each match. Right now, Teresa, you are the best in TGW. You hold the title that says so. November 30 WILL be the night that TGW changes forever. Not because Blacklist is going to finally take over, but because it is going to serve as the moment that Blacklist starts to die. It's no secret that Darling will always think of himself as the best, the leader of Blacklist, and he wants that title. Who doesn't? Now, it's not the Blacklist trying to take the title away from just someone on the roster, it's trying to take it away from one of its own members.
Then, while you guys are fighting among yourselves, I'm going to slip right in and reclaim the TGW Title. I'll become a 2 time champion and sit atop of TGW, this time not letting anything stop me. Magnus wants to see someone set up to Darling and Co., well I'm right here. TGW's soul? I like that.
Thanks Teresa. See you Monday night, it'll be last call.
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