Post by Spencer Adams on Oct 16, 2022 11:59:44 GMT -5
Jonny
After a grueling fight with Elijah Martin, we see Jonny sitting on a bench in the trainer’s room removing the tape from his wrists. His tape is stained red with blood but none of it is his! After getting all tape off of his wrist, he balls it all up and throws it into a nearby trash can then looks up into the camera
Jonny sports a bit of an angry look on his face as he begins to unlace one of his boots then he looks back up into the camera
Jonny finishes unlacing the boot he started on
Jonny begins to unlace his other boot as the scene fades to black. The scene opens up with Jonny standing in front of the Pechanga Arena in San Diego. The sun’s shining bright and high above the scene. Jonny begins speaking into the camera
“I have the honor to be teaming up with King Shit – Spencer Adams and CJ Phoenix! Two of the absolute best this company has to offer! We’re three hungry men who will stop at absolutely nothing to get what we want and what we deserve! We deserve to be recognized as the top competitors in Action Wrestling and the 17th – we’ll be one step closer to those honors!”
“Who we’ll be facing won’t be pushovers in their own rights but there’s one man in particular that I want to address.”
“Dionysus.”
“Dionysus and I have faced one another once before. The outcome? Not to my liking.”
“Dionysus, the last time you and I faced one another was the 7/18 edition of Monday Night Clash. We were supposed to have been involved in a triple threat match with the then CBS Champion, Jason Cashe but Cashe was involved in some bad shit outside of the AW Realm and couldn’t make it to the match. It turned into a one-on-one matchup. What carrot was dangled in front of us for being such good soldiers? The opportunity to face Jason Cashe the following week on Monday Night Clash for the CBS Championship. The two of us gave everything we had but it was you that gave just enough more to get the win and earned that right!”
“Now after the fight, you showed your character by offering your respect. I respect you more than you understand just for that token of respect but on the 17th, when we stand across the ring from one another – with all due respect – you’re just in my way at that point. You’re in my way and you’re in my team’s way of getting what we want…getting what we deserve…and I will go through you like a bulldozer through a match stick house!”
“Nothing and nobody is getting in my way and my team’s way of winning this match and moving on to the finals! If I have to maim you in the process to achieve that goal, then so be it! After it’s all said and done and you’re lying in the middle of the ring counting the lights, just know that I owed you one anyway Dio!”
Spencer
Trainer: It’s pretty crazy, really. Matches like that, I’ve seen a lot of guys get the kind of messed up that you don’t come back from.
Jonny: I’ve been here before.
Trainer: I don’t know whether I want to offer kudos on the toughness or to chalk it up to dumb luck that you came out of the affair basically unscathed.
Jonny: Little of this, little of that. I like to think there’s a bit more of the former in me.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Trainer: Little busy at the moment.
It’s Spencer and CJ.
JC nods as the man tending to minor wounds raises a questioning brow.
The door is pushed open and King Shit steps through, CJ a slight right rear diagonal in relation to Spencer’s position just beyond the entrance to the room. The silence leads to some awkward wandering glances from the trainer as the three competitors locked on each other solemnly.
Spencer: Gotta tell you, that was a Hell of a fight you put up out there. You should be holding your head high over the fact that you were able to get in and out in the time that you did.
Jonny: Thanks.
Spencer: I guess that what I..
He pauses and nods towards CJ.
Spencer: What WE are here for is to clear up anything that may need cleared up before San Diego. Personally, I know I can be a bit hard on the locker room, but it’s typically a challenge to outperform my expectations. You definitely did that against Elijah. As far as we’re concerned, this trios thing is going to work out just fine.
Jonny: We all want the same thing, so I’d expect nothing less than the cup at the end of all of this.
Spencer: I get the impression that booker man expects a lack of chemistry, maybe a bit of dysfunction as a result. After all, adversity is what makes a great underdog story and great underdog stories print money. That won’t be the case here. Maybe you’re a wildcard, but I believe you can be THE wildcard, the difference maker. Singh and Odin are mostly bonded by arguably the biggest blemish in pro wrestling history while Dion NEEDS something like this to thrive. Where do you differ? Jonny Cedrone can lift up Jonny Cedrone when it matters. So, let’s not just go out there as another three guys. Let’s go out there as three fucking kings.
Chase Jackson, Howard Black.
2019 and 2021 respectively.
Kyle Kemp, Crow McMorris, Lockhart, CJ Phoenix.
Four partners and five tag team championships in the world’s premier promotion.
Teo del Sol, Vic Venable.
About seven years ago, myself and these two men came together in WCF and not only scooped up THOSE tag team championships, but we would go on to stamp our names in history with one of the most dominant and jaw dropping performances EVER when we put away Pantheon with a handful of superkicks and a bell to bell length closer to a Tyson fight than a wrestling match. With that, we became the trios champs as well. See, this sort of thing with me isn’t just a trend, it’s a science. Spencer Adams does team things, Spencer Adams wins team things. I am the beginning, the middle, and the end of all things tag team. This will be no different, because this sorta thing is who I am. It’s who I’ve been my whole career, a generational singles competitor doubling as a generational team specialist.
Along the way, I’ve fought other generational talent in matches I fought like they would be my last. The chip and myself, forever conjoined at the shoulder. Back when I was seen as nothing more than a little engine that could, I was thrown to the wolves for the entertainment of “Master of Puppets” Seth Lerch, tossed into the deep again against people like Joey Flash and dared to swim. I channeled everything I had into it, gave my everything to come up short and kept going. Aside from fans, I was one of the few who believed in Spencer Adams not having a true ceiling.
This is where we come full circle, back to Stephen Singh, a man who made his name in the mainstream as the most conniving competitor on the roster. It was never out of necessity, but rather a cruel taunt. Singh doing cheap shit to win was less a lifeline and more in line with the ten year old Fortnite player pulling out the Orange Justice as they turn players into spectators. What many would see as a lack of care for pride conceptually was exactly the opposite. Singh was that good, knew it, and was never shy about dropping the opposition and rubbing in the fact that he did. Singh is dominance defined and then redefined.
Fly, Flash, Singh, Lockhart
I wasn’t supposed to be anything remotely close to these men and yet, I’ve managed to eclipse them. I became them and I didn’t do it by popping front office eyeballs day one and being put on the fast track. I scratched and I clawed and I REFUSED to be less than folks I could be seen as fodder for. Never once feeling envy, because I remained that one fucking person who knew that I could be THAT. So…Stephen Singh can be great as “Theivin’ Stephen” or romanticized in his absence or unsurprisingly dominant as Romeo Finet on CruiserClash. NONE of that phases me, because here I am being exactly who I’ve always been. Spencer Adams, the projected career midcarder who became a fucking legend through days that started at four in the morning, through fighting people JUST LIKE Singh and coming out of it holding throne room real estate. Tag partner of my choice or partner of bingo ball-like circumstance.
I
Am
This.
CJ
I respect your dedication, he who calls himself "all father". Even in your twilight years, you still fight on as a member of the old guard. You have seen much and fought through more. Therefore, it's fair to say that your team has a collective experience advantage....but my squad has a cohesive advantage. At our cores, Jonny, Spencer, and I are a trio of workhorses, carrying the company on our shoulders. We've all slugged our way through the Hardcore division and held the gold there. We know what it's like to be in a gruesome bloodbath. Most of all, Spence and I are the Tag Team Champions. We KNOW how to work together.
Can you say the same, pseudo-Norse god? Can you really look Singh and Dion in the eyes and trust your ability to work as a team? Absolutely not. You're too prideful to trust in them. You're too afraid that if you don't try to do everything yourself, you'll be seen as the old man who couldn't keep up with his own team. A team of men whose primes were all back in WCF and you've regressed the furthest since.
Does it feel unfair that you're about to fall to the best team in AW....again? I can see you punching a wall, yelling "FUCK! WHY THEM!?" before the inevitable F6 and rage quit. You can capture all the TV and CBS titles you want, but one thing you can't capture is the intimidation factor you once had. You boast as if you were the same deity whose presence made mountains tremble. You're not. You're just a mortal with a god complex. You make it seem like you're helping the next generation by facing off against so much young talent and testing their mettle against an established veteran, but you don't care about that. You just miss the feeling of bullying others. Putting down the unproven and those still rough around the edges in order to feed your ego. That won't work here though and you know it. How does it feel to be the one trembling now, Odin? The bully that's about to be picked apart and embarrassed by a trio of wrestlers that have far surpassed YOUR limitations. Even your own teammate, Dionysus, has surpassed you. In fact, he represents the gods better than you do. He may be named after the god of wine, but you've secured your spot as the god of whine. Pleading for everyone to fear you like you were Freddy Krueger. Instead, you'll be on the outside of this tournament, banging on the doors while pleading to get back in like Freddy Flintstone. I guess you can call me Freddy Jones because I'm trapping and unmasking another wannabe monster.
Know what, while we're solving mysteries, let's knock out one more, thrall father. Who will you blame after we knock your squad out of the trios cup? The universe for this matchup happening? Singh because he's not a team player and would rather eat glass than share a corner with you? Dion because he's constantly wandering in the shadows of others until they deem him expendable and blame their failures on him? Or will you do the noble thing and accept that King Shit and Cedrone are just a better team with better players and a stronger drive to win? Unlike you, this actually means something to us. It's another opportunity to raise the bar even higher for tag team wrestling. None of you will even offer a high five or a handshake to each other next week because you'll be out of the tournament and won't have to pretend to be friendly towards each other anymore. Meanwhile, we'll still be the class of the division and the pinnacle of teamwork. Tag Champions. Trios Champions. Cuatros campeones. Cinco de Champos. Doesn't matter. King Shit will win it all because everyone who stands against us will fall before us. You'll be the latest example of that Monday Night. See you then, fall father.
Phoenix: I like that you said that.
Jonny: Said what?
Phoenix: We all want the same thing. It's one thing to tolerate each other just because we're in the same corner. It's another when we're able to be on the same page long before the bell rings.
Jonny: True. It'll help us avoid a bunch of miscommunication during the cup. Obviously it won't be easy, but like I said, I expect us to win the cup.
Phoenix: As do I. In fact, I'm glad we're on the same team. We've got a lot in common. We're humble, hard workers that have all held the Hardcore title before. We all know what it's like to be in a brutal, ugly match, and I wouldn't be surprised if any of these matches devolve into madness.
Jonny: I'd be surprised if any of them didn't.
The trio laughs at the truth of the comment.
Jonny: Hell yeah!
The Tag Team Champions turn away and walk out. However, CJ stops momentarily and looks back at Jonny.
He smirks before walking off with Spencer.