Post by Spencer Adams on Oct 23, 2022 10:55:41 GMT -5
Jonny
The following scene took place last week after King Shit and Jonny Cedrone won their match. The three winners come through the curtain with huge smiles plastered all over their faces – smiles that would need to be surgically removed seeing that they’ve just moved onto the finals of the Trios Championship Trophies. Each man is filled with excitement! Clapping their hands, slapping high-fives!
Spencer: I’m telling you, I speak shit into existence. I’ve been singing the praises of this tag shit and what we can do in it from the start.
Cedrone: The thing is that it doesn’t matter what the naysayers say! What matters is what the fans think and what we know about our capabilities!
CJ: Absolutely!
Spencer: Don’t let people tell you that a healthy amount of ego is a bad thing.
Cedrone: I love that attitude!!! Love that attitude! We went through one obstacle now we only have one more obstacle in our way and the Trios Championship Trophies are as good as ours!
CJ: As confident as we are and as much of a cohesive unit that we are, we can't take our opponents next week for granted. And we don’t even know who they are yet!
Spencer: Bit of a coin flip, sure…but there’s some situations where giving credit is like giving people an ounce, that single inch for them to run a mile with. Fuck that shit. We came out of tonight winners and all that we should be thinking is that end vision, the idea of coming out of next week as winners. Let’s get changed out and meet back for the next.
Cedrone: Sounds like a plan.
The scene fades to black but cuts back in during the closing moments of the Johnny’s Angles vs Teo Blaze, Kyle Kemp and Chase Jackson match…
KYLE KEMP EATS A RIGHT HAND FROM LISSIE! THEN A RIGHT HAND FROM ADDY! AND ONE FROM ALEX! ONE MORE! ONE MORE! PASSING HIM AROUND LIKE A TIJUANA HOOKER!
AND ADDY AND LISSIE STAND BACK AND WATCH… AS ALEX CALAWAY DROPS KEMP WITH THE SPINNING SITOUT DOUBLE UNDERHOOK FACEBUSTER!
Chris Avery: THE FALLEN ANGEL!
Billy: THIS IS IT!
ALEX MAKES THE COVER!
ADDY AND LISSIE COUNT ALONG!
1…
2…
3!!!
Adeline Floyd: THE WINNERS OF THIS TRIOS MATCH, THE TEAM OF LISSIE HOPE… ADDY AINSWORTH… AND ALEXANDRA CALLAWAY… THEY ARE… JOHNNY’S ANGELS!!!
The fans roar with excitement as “Fuck the Pain Away” hits again, and Kemp rolls out of the ring, joining a recovering Teo Blaze and Chase Jackson outside. They celebrate in the middle of the ring, hugging each other, the Swallowing each raising one of Alex’s hands in the air.
The scene cuts back to King Shit and Cedrone standing in the backstage area watching the match on the monitor. All three men turn their attention to the camera and give an applause in appreciation and to give accolades and credit where they’re due.
Cedrone: A job well done! A job well done indeed! Very impressive! The Swallowing and Alexandria Calaway…three of the best athletes this company has ever seen. Hell! Three of the best athletes this industry has ever seen! As a team we send you our sincerest and heartfelt congratulations on the big win tonight!
Jonny pauses.
Let’s get down to business shall we?
Addy A!
The Baddest Bitch in Action Wrestling, huh? Most likely in the entire professional wrestling landscape if we’re honest, huh? You have yourself one helluva resume going on here in Action Wrestling doncha? What’s one of the more impressive things is that you’ve beaten your tag team partners on separate occasions to win major accolades! To gain the moniker of “Baddest Bitch” your very own tag team partner Lissie Hope was involved in the match…and you got the best of her. But you were beaten by her in one of the biggest opportunities of your career when you fought valiantly for the World Championship…but lost. As I’ve said before you and Lissie have been tag team partners for a good while now and a formidable force you’ve been since your union was formed! But most recently you were involved in a Television Championship match that involved your other tag team partner in this tournament Alexandria Calaway in which you emerged victor and are the reigning TV Champion and I congratulate you on that big win! As far as I’m concerned you deserve to be holding Championship gold here in Action Wrestling!
Given alllllll of those accolades and given alllllll of those accomplishments – next week you’re gonna come up a little short on another attempt of winning something. Because next week those Trios Championship Trophies are as good as ours! Addy A, you may have gone through Hell in your time so far here in Action Wrestling but all of that will be like a cakewalk compared to what you’re gonna go through next week. King Shit and I are on a rampage to rule the entirety of Action Wrestling and the first step to accomplish that are the Trios Championship Trophies. Unfortunately for you, you are in our way to do so. It’s not gonna be an easy task to accomplish but rest assured that you better hope your soul is right with the Lord because the rest of your body is gonna be beaten into an oblivion and when it’s all said and done and the dust settles – King Shit and I will step over your carcass as we take our rightful place at the top of mountain here in Action Wrestling!
Spencer
Adilene: You guys seemed pretty effective out there.
Spencer: Yeah, felt pretty good.
Adilene: What about Jonny though? How’s the chemistry?
Adilene hangs on to responses as she rocks Lakia back and forth in her arms, the seven month old proving helpless in fighting off the need to sleep.
She smiles as she lays Lakia down in a makeshift little nest on the couch, turning over her hand in observation of the ring on her finger.
Spencer: Floyd?
Adilene: I’m fucking with you. Really though.
Spencer: I’m just glad we’re past the scary part.
Adilene: Scary part?
Spencer: Waiting to see if you’d say yes.
Adilene: Oh, come on.
Spencer: No, I’m serious. For the first time in my life, it feels like things are almost TOO perfect. Family is growing and secure, FightSmart brand is doing well, King Shit is undefeated, Spencer Adams is undefeated, about to win trios.
Adilene: You’re just learning is all. Comfort, happiness. They’re new to you, so I get it, but you’ve earned it. Shit, we’ve earned it.
Spencer: There you go, balancing me out again.
Adilene: Guess everything isn’t PERFECT though, huh?
Spencer: Hmmm.
Adilene: I know you aren’t ecstatic about a billionth Lissie match.
Spencer: For once, it feels different.
Adilene: Different how?
Spencer: I KNOW wrestling The Swallowing, but facing “Johnny’s Angels”? Even better.
Calaway, I couldn’t be more excited over the fact that you were one of the names to make it through to this point. Truly. As the resident educator, there’s so much that I can give you in this first encounter and “welcome to the big leagues” beatdown. Lissie and Addy, I’ve had my fair share of battles with both on the winning and losing ends. I know those two like the back of my hand, but I revel in any and every opportunity to face off against a fresh face given that most new blood typically tucks tail immediately after facing Spencer Adams or is so fucking origami that they never even make it to the faceoff.
You’re a bit different though, a bit more stubborn. I like that. I can respect the fact that you didn’t call it a career with the conclusion of a TV title run like countless others before you have done. Seeing to it that you experience that little bit extra than the average bear is commendable, but unfortunately, getting past the TV title stage of your freshman year in Action Wrestling seems to be your single positive quality. At least, in terms of ones that you define yourself, because let’s face it…the name Alexandra Calaway and the reputation that you have in this business is made by everyone EXCEPT for Alexandra Calaway.
Coming in with determination to prove yourself, to reinvent and expand on a last name rather than coasting off of it is a recurring theme with second generation wrestlers and you’re no different in that sense. You WANT Alexandra Calaway to turn heads the same way that your father’s does, but unlike him, you DO play the waiting game. While Mark captivated with every walk down to the ring that he took, you’re showing that your overall stock in professional wrestling relies on the right and left steps of others.
You have this sort of terrible sense for decision making in when to bite and when not to, when to be a leader and when to be led. Case in point, Christy Inferno and Calvin Eternal. Your non-committal and inconsistent string of responses to these two has you going cock-eyed on the fucking eye test and is a clear indicator of who you are as an athlete and competitor. You see forward, but don’t move there. You look ahead, but don’t have the damn wit about you to use so much as a smidgeon of your peripheral vision. You’ve been punked out week after week by Christy and Calvin, because you just let them do it.
Your identity? Currently being shaped by The Swallowing. In a sense, I get it. You bought into what one established tag team was selling you much like Jonny Cedrone has with another. The difference between you and Jonny though is that Jonny Cedrone is Jonny Cedrone and all we’ve asked him to do is be him. Even after you were the one to secure the pinfall to get to this point, you’re still little more than the busted fourth wheel on the Walmart cart within your cutesy little alliance, a stink that’s completely fucking lost on you if I had to guess.
Johnny’s Angels, the trio mascoted by and marketed as foot soldiers of the guy who was just forced out of this fucking company. Your own tag partner has spent the bulk of her own career as the champion of the “yay women” rhetoric and here you are, just fucking going along with it and being placed behind the future endeavored. Who did the camera end your match on? When YOU took out Kyle Kemp and YOU put away a former world champion were you the closing image of the contest? No, it was Lissie Hope’s boyfriend and that should sting. That should make you want to throw in the towel on your silly fucking team and its silly fucking name.
Ally, this is what disappointment feels like. Right now, you’re riding high and feeling like “your girls” have your back in this one, but for the trillionth time in your career, there is no YOU. You are still their projection. You’re The Undertaker's daughter, Christy Inferno’s court jester, and the plus one of a front row spectator, his girlfriend, and his girlfriend’s girlfriend. The one thing that you’ve proven to us is that apparently, it is possible to sink a game winner while you’re riding the pine like a fucking third stringer. You defend nothing, because you have nothing to defend. King Shit and Jonny Cedrone? Different story.
The three of us didn’t come this far to fall short to a trio of competitors more defined by someone playing the DJ Khaled role than they are themselves. We’re not here to fall to an AW rookie being walked around on a series of short leashes or the rollercoaster personalities in control of one of those leashes. This means more to us and to the fans and I’ll be damned if we allow some cutesy fucking namesake tribute to hoist those trophies. This is CJ, Spencer, and Jonny shaping OUR careers and OUR names. Ally, get yourself situated in that comfort zone. Nuzzle up in the arms of others and allow your fate to be dictated by those around you yet again. Embrace that solace. We can manage the heavy lifting from here.
CJ
You've done it again, Lissie. Like a kid on the monkey bars, you've managed to find another feel good story to reach out and cling onto. Another sliver of hope to hold before it gets RIPPED AWAY by the talons of despair. But that's what keeps you going, isn't it? Little checkpoints to drag yourself to while you spend every day piecing together whatever part of you broke the previous night. Opportunities like this one to try and recapture the happiness you lost so long ago. The fact that you're even willing to keep fighting on is admirable, and I'm honestly proud of the progress you've been making towards bettering your life. I even understand why your team is named Johnny's Harem-I mean, 'Angels'. Paying tribute to a great warrior. Trying to avenge the guy who took the tag titles from you by facing the kings who took the crown from him. A full circle moment in a sense.
Unfortunately for you, it's all for naught. You're not facing a hastily thrown together mess like you did last week. You're up against the frontrunners of tag team wrestling. A trio of kings, battle tested under the most hardcore environments. Three examples of what it's like to be the epitome of perseverance. It's about more than just adding to a trophy collection for us. It's about continuing to lead by example by conquering every team that opposes us. You and your fellow 'angels' are no different. This may seem like a perfectly even matchup as each side has two people that have held the tag titles and an up-and-coming talent that's gaining the recognition they deserve, but that's not the case. There's something vital that my team has that yours doesn't.......
TRUST
I can confidently say that I trust my teammates more than you could ever trust yours. You can try all you want to act like Addy for the sake of friendship. You can reunite the Swallowing and tell her you forgive her for the past until you're blue in the face, but you can't bring yourself to fully trust her. A part of you is scared that she's gonna take advantage of your naivete and leave you brokenhearted and miserable. Even now, you're quietly waiting on the other shoe to drop.
You don't trust Alex either, by the way. She was a part of that same battle royale you won for the CBS Title. Sure, she's willing to play nice now, but I assure you that she hasn't taken her sights off of that belt. She'll leave you high and dry in our match if it meant she would get a shot at that title. You WANT to be able to turn your back on her and feel safe, but you can't because you can't accept that she won't stab you in the back.
Finally, and most importantly, you can't trust yourself. Half the time you're out there, you're having an identity crisis mid-match. You talk a mountain of shit like you're God's gift to the squared circle. Then you go out in the ring and sob like a toddler, unable to decide where to point your moral compass until someone puts you down for the three count. You're still trying to find yourself in other people's eyes instead of your own. In truth, you can't trust yourself to make the right decision when it matters and neither can your partners. That's what separates us, Lissie. There's no greed, envy, or animosity amongst my team. Only teamwork, trust, and TRIUMPH!
When night falls Monday, so will the angels, conquered by the kings of the trios tournament!
CJ: You heard from Jonny yet?
Spencer: Yeah, he said he’ll be here in a few. What’s up?
CJ: Getting near the end of this just has me thinking. I can’t say I’m a big fan of this feeling of finality.
Spencer: How so?
CJ: The trios titles are right there. WE are right there. It’s bittersweet, you know?
Spencer: No, I get it. Jonny’s been a good one to have around the last couple weeks. That grind, that growth. Sorta reminds me of you, honestly.
CJ: Which got me thinking that..maybe it doesn’t have to end after all?
Spencer: Maybe you’re right and I’m definitely open to the idea, but we’re only two thirds of the puzzle, right?
CJ holds up a pointer finger and starts rummaging around through his bag. He pulls out a shirt and holds it by the collar, allowing it to unroll to display its front.
