Post by John Cavanagh on Dec 10, 2020 20:25:07 GMT -5
The clang of weights can be heard as the scene opens to John Cavanagh placing his bar up on the rack and sitting up after completing his workout. Behind him stands a much more muscular man with spiked brown hair and pointed sideburns.
Good shit John, putting in that extra work is gonna pay off when you get to that battle royal.
Of course man, doesn't matter how good you are you can always get better. Now, Andy, I need you to go make sure Trig is actually training he's got that Cruiserweight Cup next year and he's gotta get back in ring shape. I always used to carry his ass whenever we teamed so unless you wanna have to carry him when you guys team I suggest you put him through hell.
The muscular man, known to the neighborhood people as Andy Donahue, nodded in approval and smirked before heading off into the background to find John's brother Chris. John picked up his rag and wiped his face before staring to the camera.
When the NPW reached out to me to come up here and participate in this Lethal Lottery Tournament they pitched it to me as a nice payday for two matches. Well, it didn't stay that way for long--see, I kinda liked what I found here so I agreed to take on a more long term contract. I liked seeing a locker room filled of bright eyed people some NPW members, some members of different promotions affiliated to the XHF but they all wanted the same thing--to be crown the first ever NPW North American Double Crown Champion and win the Lethal Lottery Battle Royal. Some people would love that type of competition, me? Not so much. Competition is nice and all but that isn't what attracts me, what I am truly enamored with in our chosen profession is seeing that fire inside of a competitor and personally being the man to destroy it. Let the rest of the boys see exactly who I am, what I'm capable of and then they can continue to look up at me through a glass ceiling until the day they finally realize--they're just not as good as me and they're NEVER going to attain their goals because I will always be there on the opposite side of that ring to stop them.
John smirks and rubs his chin before continuing.
Stopping people from attaining their goals to be the first man to hold that championship, that's exactly what I'm setting out to do at Crowning of a Champion II. Thirteen of us will enter that battle royal and only one of us can walk away with our heads held high, our chests puffed out and call ourselves the champion. Twelve different people are going to fail to attain their goal, twelve different people are flying over that top rope and letting both hit touch that floor. I'm going to give a nice big spoiler alert here for everyone watching at home and all of my opponents who are checking this out...Johnnie Cav ain't gonna be one of those twelve.
Now maybe some of you guys know about Johnnie Cav, maybe some of you have just seen me wrestle a couple of tag matches here in NPW. Maybe I know who you are, maybe I’ve never heard your name and to be honest with you I don’t really give a rat’s ass about who any of you boys are. Why do I not give a damn about who you all are and what you’ve accomplished here in the NPW or the XHF? Because none of it has any bearing on the outcome of this battle royal. You can tell the world you dominated this promotion or you were a World Champ there or, shit son, maybe you were even one of the lucky ones to call themselves X-Crown Champion—none if it matters because you didn’t accomplish it when I was there. See, after this battle royal each and every single one of you, regardless of your status and accolades in the past, will open up the NPW history books one day and be reminded that you were but a footnote to the day John Cavanagh came—nothing more than the answer to some throw away trivia question some YouTuber will ask one day.
John begins to chuckle lightly under his breath, he looks away from the camera to compose himself momentarily before bringing his eyes back.
I could go on and on about how Johnnie Cav is going to win that battle royal and win that championship but is there really a point? I don’t think so. Not when I won’t even be the real winner. Who’s the real winner? Northern Pro Wrestling. Why? Because after I take that last miserable piece of shit and toss him over that top rope and hoist that championship gold high over my head—NPW gains the ability to call the absolute BEST that this industry has to offer their number one, numero uno, their franchise player…the god damned man! The man to take Northern Pro Wrestling to the next level in this sport. The man to make the NPW the promotion to watch here in the XHF. The man to make the North American Double Crown Championship the most prestigious championship in the entire XHF after the XHF Championships themselves. The man to get all of the top talent in the world to come challenge for the top prize in the promotion because all of the boys want to see how the measure up against the man! Now, on that note...boys...the man is ready to stop you from attaining your goal and the man is ready to extinguish your fire and boys I hope you're ready for the biggest heart break of your careers.
Cavanagh leaves off with an intense stare to the camera as the feed cuts to static.
Good shit John, putting in that extra work is gonna pay off when you get to that battle royal.
Of course man, doesn't matter how good you are you can always get better. Now, Andy, I need you to go make sure Trig is actually training he's got that Cruiserweight Cup next year and he's gotta get back in ring shape. I always used to carry his ass whenever we teamed so unless you wanna have to carry him when you guys team I suggest you put him through hell.
The muscular man, known to the neighborhood people as Andy Donahue, nodded in approval and smirked before heading off into the background to find John's brother Chris. John picked up his rag and wiped his face before staring to the camera.
When the NPW reached out to me to come up here and participate in this Lethal Lottery Tournament they pitched it to me as a nice payday for two matches. Well, it didn't stay that way for long--see, I kinda liked what I found here so I agreed to take on a more long term contract. I liked seeing a locker room filled of bright eyed people some NPW members, some members of different promotions affiliated to the XHF but they all wanted the same thing--to be crown the first ever NPW North American Double Crown Champion and win the Lethal Lottery Battle Royal. Some people would love that type of competition, me? Not so much. Competition is nice and all but that isn't what attracts me, what I am truly enamored with in our chosen profession is seeing that fire inside of a competitor and personally being the man to destroy it. Let the rest of the boys see exactly who I am, what I'm capable of and then they can continue to look up at me through a glass ceiling until the day they finally realize--they're just not as good as me and they're NEVER going to attain their goals because I will always be there on the opposite side of that ring to stop them.
John smirks and rubs his chin before continuing.
Stopping people from attaining their goals to be the first man to hold that championship, that's exactly what I'm setting out to do at Crowning of a Champion II. Thirteen of us will enter that battle royal and only one of us can walk away with our heads held high, our chests puffed out and call ourselves the champion. Twelve different people are going to fail to attain their goal, twelve different people are flying over that top rope and letting both hit touch that floor. I'm going to give a nice big spoiler alert here for everyone watching at home and all of my opponents who are checking this out...Johnnie Cav ain't gonna be one of those twelve.
Now maybe some of you guys know about Johnnie Cav, maybe some of you have just seen me wrestle a couple of tag matches here in NPW. Maybe I know who you are, maybe I’ve never heard your name and to be honest with you I don’t really give a rat’s ass about who any of you boys are. Why do I not give a damn about who you all are and what you’ve accomplished here in the NPW or the XHF? Because none of it has any bearing on the outcome of this battle royal. You can tell the world you dominated this promotion or you were a World Champ there or, shit son, maybe you were even one of the lucky ones to call themselves X-Crown Champion—none if it matters because you didn’t accomplish it when I was there. See, after this battle royal each and every single one of you, regardless of your status and accolades in the past, will open up the NPW history books one day and be reminded that you were but a footnote to the day John Cavanagh came—nothing more than the answer to some throw away trivia question some YouTuber will ask one day.
John begins to chuckle lightly under his breath, he looks away from the camera to compose himself momentarily before bringing his eyes back.
I could go on and on about how Johnnie Cav is going to win that battle royal and win that championship but is there really a point? I don’t think so. Not when I won’t even be the real winner. Who’s the real winner? Northern Pro Wrestling. Why? Because after I take that last miserable piece of shit and toss him over that top rope and hoist that championship gold high over my head—NPW gains the ability to call the absolute BEST that this industry has to offer their number one, numero uno, their franchise player…the god damned man! The man to take Northern Pro Wrestling to the next level in this sport. The man to make the NPW the promotion to watch here in the XHF. The man to make the North American Double Crown Championship the most prestigious championship in the entire XHF after the XHF Championships themselves. The man to get all of the top talent in the world to come challenge for the top prize in the promotion because all of the boys want to see how the measure up against the man! Now, on that note...boys...the man is ready to stop you from attaining your goal and the man is ready to extinguish your fire and boys I hope you're ready for the biggest heart break of your careers.
Cavanagh leaves off with an intense stare to the camera as the feed cuts to static.
