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Post by .::Beauty::. on Aug 26, 2010 2:54:45 GMT -5
[Single Match] Kaji Fireson Vs. Alex Cage Vs. Russell Franchise
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Monday August 30th 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Tuesday August 31st at 11:59pm EST Kirsten Shelley: Kaji Fireson might have come up short in the Volitionary Championship match at No Limits but put on one hell of a show. In a brutal back and forth match it was the matter of a slip and almost fall that may have cost him the title. Russell Franchise also is coming off a tough loss to his No Limits opponent. Both men are looking to bounce back. Cage had a strong showing against Camisado and looks to continue his streak.
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Post by Russell Francis on Aug 30, 2010 14:19:25 GMT -5
At No Limits, Russell Franchise walked in with all intentions to become the headliner of the show! He promised a match that would be talked about for decades!
Instead, he walked out of No Limits realizing he was the biggest joke in the TGW locker room.
As Russell walked back to his locker room in the back, none of the backstage help even bothered to look him straight in the eyes. They mostly kept looking down or staring off in the distance. Not a word was spoken to Russell, nor did he share a word back. His mouth was sealed tighter than glue. He knew he reached a new low point in his career. Everybody knew, the fans, the wrestlers, even the lowly janitors who swept the floors at night. If anybody still had stock in Russell Franchise’s abilities in the ring, they were wishing they pulled out earlier than later to avoid a huge drop in interest.
Russell reached his locker room. He opened the door wishing to be alone. He got his wish. In his tiny locker room, with just one table, one chair, one small television and a cubby for his stuff. He threw off his jersey in anger, slamming it hard against the concrete brick walls. Russell removed his wrestling bottoms and threw it closer to his bag. He walked into the adjacent shower, turned the hot water all the way up, and stepped in to the balmy shower.
For minutes upon minutes at a time, Russell stood in the shower and mentally beat himself up. He knew that this wasn’t the comeback he was expecting. If he was still on track, he would have been celebrating becoming the new TGW Champion. But what did he do wrong? What got him off track? Was it beating up Jester Chad Allen after he was told not to by Alli Taylor? Was it his verbal attacks to Alli Taylor about not being respected in the back? Or, was it that for all his trash-talking in the world, The ‘A’ Game just never lived up to the talk he gave? Did all the shit he was talking come back to bite him in the ass?
Something had to change if he wanted to still keep face in the TGW locker room. He didn’t know what needed to be done, but something had to change. He stepped out of the shower, dried himself off, and went back to his cubby for his normal street clothes. After clearing what needed to be cleared in his room, he walked out of the locker room and towards the backstage exit. He was hoping that neither Rob, his cameraman, nor Pablo, his best friend was on the opposite side of the door, trying to cheer him up with useless words that didn’t really cheer him up.
He was quite surprised that a few of the fans were in the backstage parking lot waiting for him to come out. Despite losing that night, you still had fans who wanted The ‘A’ Game’s autograph. This brought a little joy to his night. He couldn’t just say ‘no’ to fans that were waiting for him. This is the reason why he got into the business. He gave his trademark smile and proceeded to autograph pictures and take snap shots with the fans. He talked a little about his match, mostly saying that Alistair got him on a bad night. Russell really didn’t do his “Franchise-I’m-Better-Than-The-People-In-The-Back” routine. He spoke naturally, like any human being would.
After he signed the last picture and posed on last time for a group of rabid Panthers fans from Charlotte, he waved goodbye and got into his Nissan Maxima and drove out of the arena area. Franchise tried to find some good music to listen to, but ended up tuning it to Sports talk radio, listening to who want the preseason games and the scores of the baseball games in progress. Russell needed something to take the edge off. He wanted to go to McHale’s like he normally did. But not tonight, he decided to drive to the Platinum Plus Gentlemen’s Club near West San Diego. It was a place he’s never gone before. He figured if he just kept a low profile, he could just get some drinks and enjoy a show to just calm down.
As Franchise walked into the barely lit Strip Club, he felt the eyes of the lonely patrons glaring at his presence. This, by the way, irritated the 3 girls, 2 on the side stages and one on the main stage, who were just trying to make their nightly quota for the night. They didn’t want to be upstaged by a complete washout. Russell found a spot near the VIP section, where those who had the funds could get up and personal with the ladies. Russell had the funds to pull something like that off, but not tonight. He just wanted a Jimmie Walker and a cheap show. No lap dances, no matter how good it might have felt.
Management worried whether or not to put an extra security guard next to him. Years back, when Russell was playing in a game against the Chargers in San Diego, he managed to spear the starting Quarterback so hard, the quarterback had to be carried off the field by medical personnel. Still, to this day, you have pockets of Chargers fans who, if they had the chance, would like to put him in his place. However, management felt that the less attention put on Russell, the better.
For a while, it was a good show. For minutes, the strippers would go through their routines and acts. Some came out in tight Catholic schoolgirl’s outfits, begging to be spanked for their bad behavior. One girl came out in nothing but a football jersey and a G-string on, which peaked Russell’s attention. However, as the night wore on, Russell was becoming more and more bored and tempted to think about his bad match earlier that night.
Around 3 a.m. in the morning, the worst came to happen. A drunk black man who was at the club since 8 that night, stammered over to VIP area with Peaches, a sweet looking girl, to get his 5th lap dance of the night. As he held Peaches hand, he walked across Franchise’s table and on upon his first glance, recognized him as the Franchise! He promptly let go of the strippers hand and pounded his fist on the table Russell was sitting at.
Drunkard: Wellllll….if it ain’t Russell Francis, or Russell Franchise, or whatever the fuck you call yourself these days! YOOOOUUUU know, you’re sommmmee kind of special. You go into the NFL as possibly one of the greatest defensive players that nobody has seen before and then, like a flash in a pan, you just walk out! You know what you are? YOOOU’RRREEEE A LOSER!!!
Russell clinched his drink a little bit tighter in his right hand. He knew that of all the places to lose his temper, this is the worst spot lose it at. Especially, when he figured that the management of the club had security that were bigger than most of the offensive line for the Patriots. Drunkard: LOOK, YOU AIN’T SHIT! You hear me! You’re nothing but a loser. You couldn’t make it in the NFL and now you’re down to wrestling! Ryan Leaf, as fucked up his career was, had a better career than what you will ever have! And you know why, cause YOU AIN’T SHIT! YOU HEAR ME, YOU AIN’T SH….
Russell had popped up from his chair and placed his hand on the drunkard’s throat, sending the man straight down to the floor! The drunkard was fighting for his life, trying to swing at Russell but with no avail. It took seconds for the security staff to get to Russell and begin their struggle to pull the stronger man off of the drunk. Russell managed to lean in close to the Drunkard’s ear and whisper something:
Russell Francis: I might be a loser for now, but rest assured, I’m still the shit. Believe that!
The tough men managed to pull Russell off of the drunk and separate the two men. The whole club stopped to witness the whole altercation. This led those in the audience to either chant them to break the fight up or to let them finish the fight. The big heads in management passed a message down to the security guards: comp Russell for the drinks and ask him to leave. Once being told to leave, Russell dusted himself off and walked out of the club. He didn’t even bother to apologize to the drunkard, who was still trying to breathe after being chocked by Russell.
Russell got into his car and drove back to his dive. After a quick shower to get the smoke and alcohol off of him, he got into his bed, said a quick prayer to his creator, and falls asleep. He knows that something needs to change and change needs to happen now! If he wanted to stand a chance at somebody like Kaji Fireson or Alex Cage at Animosity, he needed a slump buster quick and soon! -----------------------------------------
From this point forward, I think it would be a dishonor to call myself something that at this point, I'm no longer am. Therefore, I just want to be known as Russell Francis, the God given name I was raised under. Now, I'm not going to talk any more shit anymore. No more, confidence boosting or anything else. No more 'A' Game bullshit, just straight me! I'm tired of being the running joke in the back. I don't want to be known as hack who couldn't make it. From now on, I'm going to be the wrestler I need to be to win matches at TGW! I'm still the Constant of TGW, I'm just a brand new creation!
And the reformation begins at Animosity. First, I'm going to come out and I will regain my respect by beating Cage and Fireson in the Three-Way Dance. I promise that I'm not letting anything back. I want a shot at the TGW Championship and I will do whatever I need to do to get back to the top. Nothing will hold me back from my destiny. BELIEVE THAT!!!
Cage and Fireson, you either pin me or submit me, but if you don't I'll Tag you! Nothing personal, it's just business!
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Post by dustyroad on Aug 30, 2010 22:29:19 GMT -5
Russell Francis is not the only man disillusioned after No Limits.
Five years. Kaji Fireson has been in this business for more than five years, and he still can't figure out how a damn cage match works. This is what Kaji is thinking about as he stands in front of the mirror in his bathroom, dressed in lycra shorts. He's still bone dry, hair back in a crimson ponytail to keep it out of his deep green eyes, but so he hasn't started his workout yet. He's just standing there, wondering how someone so experienced can still be so green.
Alright, so maybe that's a little harsh. This wasn't just any cage match, it was a Hell in a Cell match, and he was wrestling a man whose whole existence centers around the fact that he's dark and demented. Kaji has experience with dark and demented, having gone through a spell like this himself, but he never expected he'd lose to the Jester. Surely to god, after all this time, he would have figured out how to get around his ill fortune inside steel prisons.
Maybe I can't cut it anymore. Maybe it's just time to hang them up.
Kaji is only 29, barely past his prime, and he's only been wrestling seriously since he was 24, but the toll that wrestling takes on a man's body is legendary, and extreme. He's never been one to use illegal drugs, pump himself up with steroids, or drink himself into oblivion (except for that one time he did, but those were extenuating circumstances); he's just always worked himself to the bone, often working more than one federation at a time, and for a time, working two of the most popular and straining federations in the industry, often on successive nights. Combine this with the fact that Kaji absolutely refuses to put on a lackluster match when he can get away with it, and is it any wonder that Jester thought he was an old man? Let's face it, Kaji may not yet be thirty, but he isn't aging well. Allison might look the same (or mostly the same) as she did a few years ago, but she hasn't nearly died twice, nor has she sustained any injuries that have forced her out of action and into stressful rehabilitation programs. She's also had time off from wrestling, only recently re-entering the arena of glorified gladiatorial combat, while Kaji has been going pretty much non-stop (barring any major injuries, anyway) since November of 2006.
For those keeping track at home who aren't familiar with Kaji's history, he's been wrestling since December of 2005. That's one month in a five year span (more or less) where he's had any appreciable time off that wasn't on account of an injury that should have killed him.
Huh...maybe what I need isn't retirement...just a vacation.
Kaji leans forward, holding himself up with his arms planted firmly on the counter on either side of the sink. A few strands of hair escape their bonds and fall to frame his features as he heaves a heavy sigh.
Do what you think is best.
That's what Allison had said when he broached the topic at lunch.
Kaji smiles a bit, thinking about that last quip. It had earned a chuckle at lunch that helped to cut into the tension that came with the topic, but now that he's by himself, meditating on his own mortality, it's all rushing back to him.
Well...I have been meaning to buckle down on my book...
Kaji chuckles a bit, but there's not much humor to be had in it. Why?
Wrestling is all Kaji has known for five years. Do you honestly think he's going to do well at writing a book? Do you honestly think he's going to do well period when he's not constantly jetting off to some venue or another, preparing to tear the arena up with his next opponent?
Simply put, Kaji is wired to entertain people. More importantly, he's wired to entertain people that are engaged in a dialogue with him, and that are in the same room as he is. With literature, he can still entertain, but the dialogue is much more distant, the energy much more diluted, the response times extended a great deal.
Kaji just isn't sure if he can handle that. But can he handle the alternative, more wrestling of matches that chip away at his body day-by-day?
Kaji sighs again, looking back up at the camera. Maybe it was time to face facts. The face that's looking at him through that mirror isn't the face of a world champion anymore. His time in the sun was always brief, but he had three world championships to his name. Was that all he was destined for? Three transitional titles and a lifetime supply of midcard mediocrity? Is this what the Phoenix was destined for, damned to endure for the rest of his career, an amorphous time period that seems to fluctuate every morning, depending on how Kaji feels when he gets up?
Ugh...I've got a lot to think about. There's not much room left in my noggin for Alex Cage and Russell Francis. I need to focus on them, but I just can't.
Kaji grabs at his hair, which ruins the ponytail he had arranged. He looks into the mirror and sees his disheveled hair and sighs, hands falling to his sides. After a moment, he shakes his head, turns, and leaves his bathroom. There's no telling whether he's headed for the workout he was destined for or not, as the camera stays in the bathroom, following him until the walls block him from sight.
The point? Russell Francis may not be the only one disillusioned with his loss at No Limits, but Kaji Fireson is probably the only one whose No Limits loss has him contemplating retirement. Does he deserve it?
Well, that's for all of you to decide.
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Post by alexcage on Aug 30, 2010 23:30:43 GMT -5
Life Starts Now - Part Three: World So Cold I never thought I'd feel this Guilty and I'm Broken down inside Living with myself Nothing but lies I always thought I'd make it But never knew I'd Let it get so bad Living with myself Is all I have I feel as if no one is getting the point yet.
I have amassed a good showing in both of my matches in the company. I gained a win at No Limits and I’m not being shown that I’m a force to be reckoned with. What kind of shit is that? I’m the youngest and the tallest member of the Cage family.
But don’t let my size fool ya, I’m one of the fastest as well.
I see that Jessica Blake, the boss’s little woman is back in the company. Funny, I think that’s who David was trying to set me up with a long time ago. Or was that her manager Alexia? Hmm…I think I might need to check up into that a bit further.
Anyways, I have to get myself prepared for Fireson and Franchise.
Franchise, or Francis whoever you are, I’m not looking to impress you. I’m looking to take your stale ass out of the game. Because you “A” game has just become your end game. Because I’m looking to show you exactly what I’m capabale of. I’m not your ordinary seven foot tall professional wrestler.
I’m the type that if you make a mistake, I’ll hurt you. And Francis, I want you to make a mistake, because I want to hurt you. And I will do that as long as Kaji stays out of my way.
That’s right, Kaji, you need to do yourself a favor and step as far away from me as you can come Tuesday. Because you will end up like Franchise if you don’t.
I keep calling him Franchise, his name is Francis now. Like it matters.
I will be seeing both of you boys Tuesday, and you will become my stepping stone to bigger and better things in TGW. So be ready because both of you will be falling asleep to the sounds of the 8 Mile Serenade.
Deal with it.I feel numb I can't come to life I feel like I'm frozen in time Living in a World so cold Wasted away Living in a shell With no soul Since you've gone away Living in a world so cold Counting the days Since you've gone away
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