Post by John Cavanagh on Mar 10, 2021 19:07:52 GMT -5
The clang of weights are heard, followed by a grunt. The scene opens to Andy Donahue working on his chest using the butterfly machine. Trigger Cavanagh steps into view of the camera with his typical shit eating grin while chewing obnoxiously on a piece of gum.
Oh, poor Canadians, I’m sure you were all oh so happy when you thought you were done seeing my face, right? Well, I hate to break it to youse but this is what you all wanted and never knew you wanted--The Celtic Club! The absolute epitome of domination in professional wrestling. Wow, I gotta stop borrowing John’s lines but sometimes they just sound so god damned good that I can’t help myself!
Trigger blew a small bubble, moved the gum back in his mouth and popped the small bubble between his teeth. Andy looked at Trigger and shook his head.
Now it’s time for Northern Pro to truly witness the amazing power that this outfit has once we are all put together. Don’t get me wrong, individually we are three of the most dangerous men you’ll ever meet--collectively we are the three men that your parents warned you about while you were growing up. For the boys in the back--we’re the men your parents told you to stay away from because “they’re nothing but trouble”. For the ladies in the back--we’re the men your fathers prayed you never brought home! My brother, you’ve all seen him dominate everything sent his way--me? You all saw me hold my own in the Cruiserweight Cup, I failed to win that and I’ve heard all about it--now I know that I may have to take some of you a bit more seriously...that only makes me more dangerous.
Andy stepped up from the butterfly machine, standing directly behind Trigger the size difference was insanely noticeable.
And me? I’m the biggest, baddest motherfucker this industry has seen. There’s a reason that Johnnie calls me “The Heir Apparent”.
That’s right, this beast of a human being right here--he’s the one you should all be very worried about. He’s the one that will pick your bitch ass up, throw you halfway across the Canadian nation and then pound the shit out of your girl and your mother! This is the tag team combination that Northern Pro has been missing.
That’s right! Those Imperial Tag Team Championships…
Andy begins to motion for a belt around his waist.
They’re coming right fucking here--it’s only a matter of time.
Trigger laughed.
Ya know Andy, I can tell how hungry you are to have your first taste of championship gold--ya gotta pad that resume, right? Between those Tag belts, Johnnie’s opportunity and those Trios Championships...you won’t be waiting much longer.
Andy let out a faint laugh and began to flex his pecs rapidly, Lex Luger style.
And our opponents? Who are they again, Trig?
The fucking Wrecking Crew.
Huh, funny name--perfect actually.
Why’s that Andy Boy?
Because by the time I’m done with them both of those shits will be a wreck--maybe we’ll have to change their name to the Wrecked Crew after this one.
Andy laughed, he found that one to be pretty clever. Trigger rolled his eyes...
That’s not too original there Andy. Sorry to all you wannabe Americans up North, our buddy Andy isn’t the most intellectual one but as you can tell his biceps are bigger than most people’s brains--and that’s exactly what he’s around for. Andy Donahue, this mountain standing behind me, he might be a little green but when the time comes to get down on March 16th he will show each and every single fan of this promotion exactly why he’s the future of this industry!
Andy smiled and cracked his knuckles.
That’s for shit sure Trig! I might not have a long list of championships that I’ve held but its only a matter of time before I get started leaving my mark on this business. Tag Team Championships, Trios Championships--that’s good enough for me.
A familiar voice is heard from off of the camera...
See, that’s why The Celtic Club works.
Trigger and Andy look to the side and the camera turns exposing John Cavanagh walking into Jimmy Kline’s gym in Hell’s Kitchen--the one location the majority of the neighborhood knew they could find Andy Donahue. John embraced Andy and Trigger before turning to the camera.
This entire faction that we’ve created, that we’ve constructed and will continue to expand until it is the ONLY faction that anybody mentions in this industry works because of attitudes like Andy Boy’s right here. This isn’t about individual glory--this isn’t the group you’re going to see getting ripped a part by championships. We all know our role, we all know what we need to do and where we need to be. Ain’t that right boys?
Andy’s smirk grew, he loved that he was finally getting a chance to work with two men he grew up idolizing. Trigger nodded his head up and down and began to speak.
That’s right--me? I’m the Cruiserweight and Tag Team specialist. I am the greatest athlete weighing in at 225 pounds or less. That’s a shade over 102 kilograms for those of you who use that fucked up system…
Andy’s eyes lit up.
102 kilos? Huh, sounds like some serious paper.
John laughed at Andy’s comment.
And what about you Andy, what’s your role?
Me? My role is to go out there and kick some serious ass. I’m here to enforce the law laid out by these two sadistic bastards right here. I’m here to become the most well polished professional wrestler in history. And how do I plan on doing that? Do the same shit I’ve been doing my entire life--busting my ass in this gym and now I’ll add busting my ass inside of those ropes.
Andy--I think you’re missing one important part of that equation.
Andy thought for a moment, he looked at Trigger unsure of how he should respond. Trigger pointed to his head.
Oh yeah. Not just bust my ass, I’m going to take the knowledge of these two and apply it to myself. I am going to learn from the best Cruiserweight in the world and the best wrestler of all time and once Johnnie hangs them boots up for the last time--this business will be mine!
John and Trigger laugh as the scene cuts to static.
Oh, poor Canadians, I’m sure you were all oh so happy when you thought you were done seeing my face, right? Well, I hate to break it to youse but this is what you all wanted and never knew you wanted--The Celtic Club! The absolute epitome of domination in professional wrestling. Wow, I gotta stop borrowing John’s lines but sometimes they just sound so god damned good that I can’t help myself!
Trigger blew a small bubble, moved the gum back in his mouth and popped the small bubble between his teeth. Andy looked at Trigger and shook his head.
Now it’s time for Northern Pro to truly witness the amazing power that this outfit has once we are all put together. Don’t get me wrong, individually we are three of the most dangerous men you’ll ever meet--collectively we are the three men that your parents warned you about while you were growing up. For the boys in the back--we’re the men your parents told you to stay away from because “they’re nothing but trouble”. For the ladies in the back--we’re the men your fathers prayed you never brought home! My brother, you’ve all seen him dominate everything sent his way--me? You all saw me hold my own in the Cruiserweight Cup, I failed to win that and I’ve heard all about it--now I know that I may have to take some of you a bit more seriously...that only makes me more dangerous.
Andy stepped up from the butterfly machine, standing directly behind Trigger the size difference was insanely noticeable.
And me? I’m the biggest, baddest motherfucker this industry has seen. There’s a reason that Johnnie calls me “The Heir Apparent”.
That’s right, this beast of a human being right here--he’s the one you should all be very worried about. He’s the one that will pick your bitch ass up, throw you halfway across the Canadian nation and then pound the shit out of your girl and your mother! This is the tag team combination that Northern Pro has been missing.
That’s right! Those Imperial Tag Team Championships…
Andy begins to motion for a belt around his waist.
They’re coming right fucking here--it’s only a matter of time.
Trigger laughed.
Ya know Andy, I can tell how hungry you are to have your first taste of championship gold--ya gotta pad that resume, right? Between those Tag belts, Johnnie’s opportunity and those Trios Championships...you won’t be waiting much longer.
Andy let out a faint laugh and began to flex his pecs rapidly, Lex Luger style.
And our opponents? Who are they again, Trig?
The fucking Wrecking Crew.
Huh, funny name--perfect actually.
Why’s that Andy Boy?
Because by the time I’m done with them both of those shits will be a wreck--maybe we’ll have to change their name to the Wrecked Crew after this one.
Andy laughed, he found that one to be pretty clever. Trigger rolled his eyes...
That’s not too original there Andy. Sorry to all you wannabe Americans up North, our buddy Andy isn’t the most intellectual one but as you can tell his biceps are bigger than most people’s brains--and that’s exactly what he’s around for. Andy Donahue, this mountain standing behind me, he might be a little green but when the time comes to get down on March 16th he will show each and every single fan of this promotion exactly why he’s the future of this industry!
Andy smiled and cracked his knuckles.
That’s for shit sure Trig! I might not have a long list of championships that I’ve held but its only a matter of time before I get started leaving my mark on this business. Tag Team Championships, Trios Championships--that’s good enough for me.
A familiar voice is heard from off of the camera...
See, that’s why The Celtic Club works.
Trigger and Andy look to the side and the camera turns exposing John Cavanagh walking into Jimmy Kline’s gym in Hell’s Kitchen--the one location the majority of the neighborhood knew they could find Andy Donahue. John embraced Andy and Trigger before turning to the camera.
This entire faction that we’ve created, that we’ve constructed and will continue to expand until it is the ONLY faction that anybody mentions in this industry works because of attitudes like Andy Boy’s right here. This isn’t about individual glory--this isn’t the group you’re going to see getting ripped a part by championships. We all know our role, we all know what we need to do and where we need to be. Ain’t that right boys?
Andy’s smirk grew, he loved that he was finally getting a chance to work with two men he grew up idolizing. Trigger nodded his head up and down and began to speak.
That’s right--me? I’m the Cruiserweight and Tag Team specialist. I am the greatest athlete weighing in at 225 pounds or less. That’s a shade over 102 kilograms for those of you who use that fucked up system…
Andy’s eyes lit up.
102 kilos? Huh, sounds like some serious paper.
John laughed at Andy’s comment.
And what about you Andy, what’s your role?
Me? My role is to go out there and kick some serious ass. I’m here to enforce the law laid out by these two sadistic bastards right here. I’m here to become the most well polished professional wrestler in history. And how do I plan on doing that? Do the same shit I’ve been doing my entire life--busting my ass in this gym and now I’ll add busting my ass inside of those ropes.
Andy--I think you’re missing one important part of that equation.
Andy thought for a moment, he looked at Trigger unsure of how he should respond. Trigger pointed to his head.
Oh yeah. Not just bust my ass, I’m going to take the knowledge of these two and apply it to myself. I am going to learn from the best Cruiserweight in the world and the best wrestler of all time and once Johnnie hangs them boots up for the last time--this business will be mine!
John and Trigger laugh as the scene cuts to static.
