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Feb 23, 2024 19:06:40 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Spike Kane, and 5 more like this
Post by Raiden Ishimori on Feb 23, 2024 19:06:40 GMT -5
“If anyone’s deserving of a shot, it’s me!”
“In your dreams mate! They want someone who is consistent in winning and I’ve been doing that since before I was officially signed blud!”
The loud ambiance of various voices going back and forth continued to emit through the office door, albeit muffled. Hunter Storms stood against the door to ensure it stayed shut while Kingsley rubbed his temples, staring at the monitors sitting in front of him. He just about seemed to be on the brink of snapping or at the very least, clawing his own neck from the headache that was beating his skull.
Kingsley: “How long have they been at it out there?”
Storms: “Close to twenty minutes I’d wager. Don’t know who started the whole debate though.”
Kingsley: “Like it matters at this point…”
The SCCW co-owner let out a heavy sigh, leaning back in his chair as he ran his hands along his face. What a nightmare he was having to deal with right now and even he didn’t know if he had the mental capacity to even deal with the impasse he was at right now. Several viable options to pick from, but no matter which way he went, there was bound to be outrage from the others.
Kingsley: “Fuck…”
“If anyone is going to be topping Sin City next it’s going to be The Warden! I’ve been day one in this bitch!”
“Not if Big Dick has anything to say about it! The crowd loves seeing a good dicking in the ring!”
“Oi, shut that hole blud!”
Kingsley: “Hunter…”
Storms: “Hm?”
Kingsley: “Just…send them all in.”
Storms: “Got something in mind?”
Kingsley: “I think. It should at least be appealing to all.”
Storms gives a shrug, moving off the door and pulling it open. Almost immediately, a slew of bodies comes barreling through into Kingsley’s office as they’re still yelling at one another. Richard Energy, Spike Kane, Jay Carter, AJ Shankz, Austin Kade, and Jason Justice practically push and pull one another like raging waters, a few almost tossing one another to the side a bit in order to reach to the co-owner’s desk first.
Justice: “It should be me challenging for the Crown!”
Shankz: “Fucking barmy. If anything, a yute like me has more potential at making do with that gold than these sods!”
Kade: “Says the guy who had his head rolling around ringside thanks to Coulson!”
Shankz: “You lookin for a fight right now Great Value Jack?”
Spike: “How about the youngsters stick to their own guns and let the veterans get first crack, eh? I could do with another reign.”
Carter: “You fucking wish! Before any of you showed up, I was one of, if not the youngest world champion in this company and I’m a champion again! I’ll do Bobby proud before Austin can make his daddy proud!”
Energy: “Out of all the dicks here, I’m the best one to go after the Crown! Give the people a champion they want!”
The bickering and shouting continues on in front of the co-owner, who just stares with a mix of dismay and confusion while the men continue to shove one another back and forth. Over time, however, things start to get really heated and it isn’t long before things take another turn as Shankz blasts Kade with a right hand to the jaw that quickly results in a brawl between the two youngsters. Almost immediately after, however, the others get involved to break it up as Energy, Justice, and Spike pull Kade away while Carter and Storms pull Shankz out of the scrum despite the yute in vain attempts at landing errant kicks.
Groaning, Kingsley stands up and slams his hands on his desk with an irate sigh.
Kingsley: “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
The office quickly falls silent as the CEO exudes pure frustration, running a hand along his face once before sitting back down in his chair. The respective holds on both Shankz and Kade loosen and they’re allowed their range of motion again albeit in a much more awkward silence shared by everyone in attendance.
Kingsley: “The more I sit here and listen to you lot bicker, the more I’m disinclined to grant ANY OF YOU a shot. Almost be better off granting Nelly Angel a shot at the Crown…”
Shankz: “Ain’t no way you mean that-”
Kingsley quickly shot the yute a piercing death glare, shutting the brash youngster up right quick.
Kingsley: “Don’t test my fucking patience now, Shankz. Otherwise I’ll make sure you never see the proverbial spotlight again in any title match here again. Can easily send your ass back to doing dark matches if you want to play games.”
His gaze shifts over to Austin before pointing at everyone else in the room.
Kingsley: “Same goes for you, you, and the fucking rest of you. You want to gamble? Try me. Just as I’m willing to keep bringing on people and help them spur their careers along, I’m just as willing to demote and fire them. Anyone want to put that to the test?”
The CEO’s eyes sear along the gathering of folk as some sheepishly look away to avoid the awkward eye contact while others keep their jaws clenched in order to keep themselves from speaking out of turn. This was Kingsley’s turf they were standing on in this moment, and stepping up was not the right answer in this at all. Rubbing his temples again, he leans back in his chair, mulling something over.
Kingsley: “..I understand you all have your reasons as to why you want to challenge for it.”
He turns his attention over to Justice.
Kingsley: “Jason, you’ve been one of the longest standing members and one of the first people that was inducted in our Hall of Fame and you still look to cross things off your list to cement your legacy.”
His eyes shift over to Energy.
Kingsley: “Rich, you’re one of the most over guys this company has ever seen in its entire lifespan and a former World and High Roller Champion on top of it. I can’t deny that the X*Crown having Big Dick Energy would sell tickets faster than Belle Delphine’s bath water.”
Over to Spike.
Kingsley: “Spike, you’re a hugely respected legend in the XHF and a former X*Crown champ yourself, so based on those alone along with the numerous accolades to your name, you ought to be given a chance at some point while you call Sin City home. The Northern Irishman who has defied many, many fucking things.”
He shifts over to Austin once more.
Kingsley: “Austin, I know you got a lot of heart and soul pumping in your veins, not to mention you have to face Carter in the coming days for the High Roller Championship, but I can tell your ambition isn’t gonna stop at something second tier. You’ve got the same hunger and drive as your father, and that’s something people ought to be more aware of considering your record here.”
He moves over to Shankz.
Kingsley: “AJ, kid, you got a lot of spunk and swagger and know to put your money where your mouth is considering you won a million bucks to set yourself up for a while. Lashing out at your peers here isn’t going to bump you further up the list, but people like your style enough that you have earned a rapport with some of the junior heavyweight fans that tune in.”
Onto Carter.
Kingsley: “Jay, you’re in a similar boat to Austin. You got a mentor you want to make proud don’t you? Icon Bobby. You know what it’s like to be at a pinnacle, even if it was too short a moment but now you’re back on top again as one of the four kings in this company. Like Austin, you have a hunger and drive that is not so easily sated.”
He sighs, rubbing his temples.
Kingsley: “Which is why I’m not giving anyone a shot with the current conditions in front of me.”
A collective groan radiates throughout the office.
Kingsley: “And instead, we’re making it an eight-man match as the main event of the pay-per-view, Dead Roses, next week.”
The mood in the room quickly changes but also fluctuates pretty heavily. Confusion, excitement, bewilderment, anger, but all eyes were on the CEO.
Justice: “Wait, with us, that only makes for seven.”
Kingsley: “Correct Mr. Warden, but the other contest is already in the room.”
He points a finger over at Storms, who blinks in surprise.
Kingsley: “Considering his record and accomplishments here in Sin City, he’s earned just as much of a shot as everyone else in this room. Winning the Crown would practically be the cherry on top for his career here.”
Storms: “...That leaves the question on what this eight-man match entails though.”
Energy: “Yeah, like are we looking at the usual antics of just that big free-for-all we’re known for?”
Kingsley: “Something similar at the very least. There’s a concept I’ve had in mind but never knew how to put it into effect. However, given the circumstances happening here, this is about as good of a time to call an audible and make this happen.”
Kingsley draws in a deep breath, exhaling it to steady his nerves.
Kingsley: “For the first time in this company’s history…we will be making history by having the first ever…Sinner’s Madhouse.”
The collective look at one another with various expressions of confusion, murmurs breaking out among themselves as well in an attempt to figure out what that meant.
Kingsley: “To clarify, compared to having everyone start in the ring at the same time, think of it as a modified take on a Rumble. Two guys start, and the others will come in at various intervals until all entrants have entered. Unlike the Rumble, however, going over the top rope will not mean elimination. We stick to our guns of elimination happening only by pinfall, submission, or knockout until there is only one man left.”
Justice: “No disqualifications?”
Kingsley: “No disqualifications. Go as fucking wild as you desire.”
Justice sneers at the prospect, drawing a few concerned looks from those near him. Shankz, meanwhile, cracks his knuckles, snickering.
Shankz: “A chance to best all you schmucks and show you lot that this yute is Ace. Bring it on.”
Energy: “Hang on, what does this mean in regards to entries?”
Kingsley: “Dickie, we’re in Sin City. Those are getting picked at random by yours truly. All you lot need to do, is simply prepare because I promise you…this is going to be one of the biggest fights of your fucking lives.”
Storms: “So it has been said.”
Kade: “I’m game for it.”
Carter: “As am I.”
Spike: “Same here.”
Kingsley nods along, leaning back in his chair.
Kingsley: “Good. Glad that’s been settled. Now, all of you, get out. I’ve some phone calls to make plus I’ve a newcomer coming in soon. Make yourselves scarce.”
There’s a collective nod among all parties before they begin filing out of the office, murmurs still ongoing among all of them as they exit before the door closes behind them. The Sin City CEO lets out a heavy but content sigh, satisfied with the resolution.
Kingsley: “Aleister’s gonna be screaming his throat raw with this one…”
“In your dreams mate! They want someone who is consistent in winning and I’ve been doing that since before I was officially signed blud!”
The loud ambiance of various voices going back and forth continued to emit through the office door, albeit muffled. Hunter Storms stood against the door to ensure it stayed shut while Kingsley rubbed his temples, staring at the monitors sitting in front of him. He just about seemed to be on the brink of snapping or at the very least, clawing his own neck from the headache that was beating his skull.
Kingsley: “How long have they been at it out there?”
Storms: “Close to twenty minutes I’d wager. Don’t know who started the whole debate though.”
Kingsley: “Like it matters at this point…”
The SCCW co-owner let out a heavy sigh, leaning back in his chair as he ran his hands along his face. What a nightmare he was having to deal with right now and even he didn’t know if he had the mental capacity to even deal with the impasse he was at right now. Several viable options to pick from, but no matter which way he went, there was bound to be outrage from the others.
Kingsley: “Fuck…”
“If anyone is going to be topping Sin City next it’s going to be The Warden! I’ve been day one in this bitch!”
“Not if Big Dick has anything to say about it! The crowd loves seeing a good dicking in the ring!”
“Oi, shut that hole blud!”
Kingsley: “Hunter…”
Storms: “Hm?”
Kingsley: “Just…send them all in.”
Storms: “Got something in mind?”
Kingsley: “I think. It should at least be appealing to all.”
Storms gives a shrug, moving off the door and pulling it open. Almost immediately, a slew of bodies comes barreling through into Kingsley’s office as they’re still yelling at one another. Richard Energy, Spike Kane, Jay Carter, AJ Shankz, Austin Kade, and Jason Justice practically push and pull one another like raging waters, a few almost tossing one another to the side a bit in order to reach to the co-owner’s desk first.
Justice: “It should be me challenging for the Crown!”
Shankz: “Fucking barmy. If anything, a yute like me has more potential at making do with that gold than these sods!”
Kade: “Says the guy who had his head rolling around ringside thanks to Coulson!”
Shankz: “You lookin for a fight right now Great Value Jack?”
Spike: “How about the youngsters stick to their own guns and let the veterans get first crack, eh? I could do with another reign.”
Carter: “You fucking wish! Before any of you showed up, I was one of, if not the youngest world champion in this company and I’m a champion again! I’ll do Bobby proud before Austin can make his daddy proud!”
Energy: “Out of all the dicks here, I’m the best one to go after the Crown! Give the people a champion they want!”
The bickering and shouting continues on in front of the co-owner, who just stares with a mix of dismay and confusion while the men continue to shove one another back and forth. Over time, however, things start to get really heated and it isn’t long before things take another turn as Shankz blasts Kade with a right hand to the jaw that quickly results in a brawl between the two youngsters. Almost immediately after, however, the others get involved to break it up as Energy, Justice, and Spike pull Kade away while Carter and Storms pull Shankz out of the scrum despite the yute in vain attempts at landing errant kicks.
Groaning, Kingsley stands up and slams his hands on his desk with an irate sigh.
Kingsley: “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
The office quickly falls silent as the CEO exudes pure frustration, running a hand along his face once before sitting back down in his chair. The respective holds on both Shankz and Kade loosen and they’re allowed their range of motion again albeit in a much more awkward silence shared by everyone in attendance.
Kingsley: “The more I sit here and listen to you lot bicker, the more I’m disinclined to grant ANY OF YOU a shot. Almost be better off granting Nelly Angel a shot at the Crown…”
Shankz: “Ain’t no way you mean that-”
Kingsley quickly shot the yute a piercing death glare, shutting the brash youngster up right quick.
Kingsley: “Don’t test my fucking patience now, Shankz. Otherwise I’ll make sure you never see the proverbial spotlight again in any title match here again. Can easily send your ass back to doing dark matches if you want to play games.”
His gaze shifts over to Austin before pointing at everyone else in the room.
Kingsley: “Same goes for you, you, and the fucking rest of you. You want to gamble? Try me. Just as I’m willing to keep bringing on people and help them spur their careers along, I’m just as willing to demote and fire them. Anyone want to put that to the test?”
The CEO’s eyes sear along the gathering of folk as some sheepishly look away to avoid the awkward eye contact while others keep their jaws clenched in order to keep themselves from speaking out of turn. This was Kingsley’s turf they were standing on in this moment, and stepping up was not the right answer in this at all. Rubbing his temples again, he leans back in his chair, mulling something over.
Kingsley: “..I understand you all have your reasons as to why you want to challenge for it.”
He turns his attention over to Justice.
Kingsley: “Jason, you’ve been one of the longest standing members and one of the first people that was inducted in our Hall of Fame and you still look to cross things off your list to cement your legacy.”
His eyes shift over to Energy.
Kingsley: “Rich, you’re one of the most over guys this company has ever seen in its entire lifespan and a former World and High Roller Champion on top of it. I can’t deny that the X*Crown having Big Dick Energy would sell tickets faster than Belle Delphine’s bath water.”
Over to Spike.
Kingsley: “Spike, you’re a hugely respected legend in the XHF and a former X*Crown champ yourself, so based on those alone along with the numerous accolades to your name, you ought to be given a chance at some point while you call Sin City home. The Northern Irishman who has defied many, many fucking things.”
He shifts over to Austin once more.
Kingsley: “Austin, I know you got a lot of heart and soul pumping in your veins, not to mention you have to face Carter in the coming days for the High Roller Championship, but I can tell your ambition isn’t gonna stop at something second tier. You’ve got the same hunger and drive as your father, and that’s something people ought to be more aware of considering your record here.”
He moves over to Shankz.
Kingsley: “AJ, kid, you got a lot of spunk and swagger and know to put your money where your mouth is considering you won a million bucks to set yourself up for a while. Lashing out at your peers here isn’t going to bump you further up the list, but people like your style enough that you have earned a rapport with some of the junior heavyweight fans that tune in.”
Onto Carter.
Kingsley: “Jay, you’re in a similar boat to Austin. You got a mentor you want to make proud don’t you? Icon Bobby. You know what it’s like to be at a pinnacle, even if it was too short a moment but now you’re back on top again as one of the four kings in this company. Like Austin, you have a hunger and drive that is not so easily sated.”
He sighs, rubbing his temples.
Kingsley: “Which is why I’m not giving anyone a shot with the current conditions in front of me.”
A collective groan radiates throughout the office.
Kingsley: “And instead, we’re making it an eight-man match as the main event of the pay-per-view, Dead Roses, next week.”
The mood in the room quickly changes but also fluctuates pretty heavily. Confusion, excitement, bewilderment, anger, but all eyes were on the CEO.
Justice: “Wait, with us, that only makes for seven.”
Kingsley: “Correct Mr. Warden, but the other contest is already in the room.”
He points a finger over at Storms, who blinks in surprise.
Kingsley: “Considering his record and accomplishments here in Sin City, he’s earned just as much of a shot as everyone else in this room. Winning the Crown would practically be the cherry on top for his career here.”
Storms: “...That leaves the question on what this eight-man match entails though.”
Energy: “Yeah, like are we looking at the usual antics of just that big free-for-all we’re known for?”
Kingsley: “Something similar at the very least. There’s a concept I’ve had in mind but never knew how to put it into effect. However, given the circumstances happening here, this is about as good of a time to call an audible and make this happen.”
Kingsley draws in a deep breath, exhaling it to steady his nerves.
Kingsley: “For the first time in this company’s history…we will be making history by having the first ever…Sinner’s Madhouse.”
The collective look at one another with various expressions of confusion, murmurs breaking out among themselves as well in an attempt to figure out what that meant.
Kingsley: “To clarify, compared to having everyone start in the ring at the same time, think of it as a modified take on a Rumble. Two guys start, and the others will come in at various intervals until all entrants have entered. Unlike the Rumble, however, going over the top rope will not mean elimination. We stick to our guns of elimination happening only by pinfall, submission, or knockout until there is only one man left.”
Justice: “No disqualifications?”
Kingsley: “No disqualifications. Go as fucking wild as you desire.”
Justice sneers at the prospect, drawing a few concerned looks from those near him. Shankz, meanwhile, cracks his knuckles, snickering.
Shankz: “A chance to best all you schmucks and show you lot that this yute is Ace. Bring it on.”
Energy: “Hang on, what does this mean in regards to entries?”
Kingsley: “Dickie, we’re in Sin City. Those are getting picked at random by yours truly. All you lot need to do, is simply prepare because I promise you…this is going to be one of the biggest fights of your fucking lives.”
Storms: “So it has been said.”
Kade: “I’m game for it.”
Carter: “As am I.”
Spike: “Same here.”
Kingsley nods along, leaning back in his chair.
Kingsley: “Good. Glad that’s been settled. Now, all of you, get out. I’ve some phone calls to make plus I’ve a newcomer coming in soon. Make yourselves scarce.”
There’s a collective nod among all parties before they begin filing out of the office, murmurs still ongoing among all of them as they exit before the door closes behind them. The Sin City CEO lets out a heavy but content sigh, satisfied with the resolution.
Kingsley: “Aleister’s gonna be screaming his throat raw with this one…”