Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2018 0:14:12 GMT -8
The nightmare had come and the nightmare had gone. Puroresu was over, and Sammy Duke had survived his date at the Ball.. He was bruised. Battered. Even though he came out as the winner...it was hard to feel like one. It was days after when he had the moment to take it all in, at Sea World, with a very special friend of his. Wink wink, nudge nudge. Sammy was ready to move on from this Monster’s Ball now. He had won, he withstood all of the punishment from the monster, and then lived to tell the tale...so what next? Or at least, he had hoped that he would never have to go through another harrowing experience like a Monster’s Ball again.
The question remained though. What was next for Sammy? It’s common knowledge Sammy willfully relinquished a title to come to GWD full-time. Of course, there was the lingering rechallenge issued him by Nameless himself, for a ⅔ Falls Monster’s Ball match.. There wouldn’t be any time for Sammy to think about it though, not with the announcement of the GWD’s Heritage Festival, the crowning of the inaugural Global Heritage Championship! It was like it was fate calling collect, and waiting for Sammy to accept the charges. Twelve people across six matches and three days would vye for an opportunity at being the first champion. But, and here’s where lady fate was such a fickle thing. Of the participants...Nameless was also included. Sammy groaned, his eyes grew wide at possibly the biggest obstacle standing between him and his second career title, would be the very same monster he had barely managed to survive.
That was merely one such final round possibility. Sammy and Nameless were placed on direct opposite sides of the bracket, probably by Roerich’s own design. Anyway, to get there, Sammy would have to outlast the rest, and the rest would be starting with Tony Savage of the Dogs of War...but it wouldn’t be Sammy’s first run-in with the Dogs, now, wouldn’t it?
“Here we are again…”
As alluded to, the scene opens to the small basement esque room from before. A single light bulb dangles from the roof over the single wooden chair. It wasn’t a remarkable room, but that was how Sammy liked it. Remember more the words spoken than the location the words traveled from.
“I thought after Monster’s Ball I’d be done with the craziness. Maybe even get back to my championship aspirations. But as it turns out...hey, I’m the last person to shed a tear for Britney Anders...but what Mark Storm did, what his pack of wild dogs mentality led to...no one deserves that. Guys like Tapioca Joe, Chris Crippler, and now Kendrick Kross, they’re good people that respect this sport. I didn’t have a problem standing with them. And helping to run off Mark Storm and his new boot licker, Tony Savage. Why? Because it was the right thing to do, title or no title!”
Sammy took a seat in the chair, the light showing the bandage he wore on the side of his face. War scars, as they were, from the Monster’s Ball.
“I don’t know what to say about you, Tony. We’re set to face off at this Heritage Festival in the first night of festivities as we stake our claim to the Global Heritage Championship. After Puroresu it isn’t the first time we’ve shared the ring...and I’m certain even after this match, it won’t be the last. I’m sure you don’t like me...and after your stunt at the press conference, I think you know the feeling is mutual on my side too. I’d be naive if I said I expect us to go out there, have the match of the night, and let the chips fall where they may...no, that’s not gonna be good enough for you.”
Sammy leaned back in the chair, tipping it back on it’s rear legs with his hands folded ominously in his lap.
“You’re gonna try to win at all costs, to make sure the Dogs of War hold all the power in the GWD. But guess what? I can’t let that happen. We already have one champion with a complex...we don’t need another! I’ve been to war, what doesn’t kill me will strengthen me. I want you to come as you are, let it all out because Tony, at the end of the day? You still can’t…#StandWithSammy. And that’s the real truth that’s got you...chasing your tail, isn’t it?”
“February 18th. The Global Heritage Festival. I’m ready, Tony...are you?”
The question remained though. What was next for Sammy? It’s common knowledge Sammy willfully relinquished a title to come to GWD full-time. Of course, there was the lingering rechallenge issued him by Nameless himself, for a ⅔ Falls Monster’s Ball match.. There wouldn’t be any time for Sammy to think about it though, not with the announcement of the GWD’s Heritage Festival, the crowning of the inaugural Global Heritage Championship! It was like it was fate calling collect, and waiting for Sammy to accept the charges. Twelve people across six matches and three days would vye for an opportunity at being the first champion. But, and here’s where lady fate was such a fickle thing. Of the participants...Nameless was also included. Sammy groaned, his eyes grew wide at possibly the biggest obstacle standing between him and his second career title, would be the very same monster he had barely managed to survive.
That was merely one such final round possibility. Sammy and Nameless were placed on direct opposite sides of the bracket, probably by Roerich’s own design. Anyway, to get there, Sammy would have to outlast the rest, and the rest would be starting with Tony Savage of the Dogs of War...but it wouldn’t be Sammy’s first run-in with the Dogs, now, wouldn’t it?
“Here we are again…”
As alluded to, the scene opens to the small basement esque room from before. A single light bulb dangles from the roof over the single wooden chair. It wasn’t a remarkable room, but that was how Sammy liked it. Remember more the words spoken than the location the words traveled from.
“I thought after Monster’s Ball I’d be done with the craziness. Maybe even get back to my championship aspirations. But as it turns out...hey, I’m the last person to shed a tear for Britney Anders...but what Mark Storm did, what his pack of wild dogs mentality led to...no one deserves that. Guys like Tapioca Joe, Chris Crippler, and now Kendrick Kross, they’re good people that respect this sport. I didn’t have a problem standing with them. And helping to run off Mark Storm and his new boot licker, Tony Savage. Why? Because it was the right thing to do, title or no title!”
Sammy took a seat in the chair, the light showing the bandage he wore on the side of his face. War scars, as they were, from the Monster’s Ball.
“I don’t know what to say about you, Tony. We’re set to face off at this Heritage Festival in the first night of festivities as we stake our claim to the Global Heritage Championship. After Puroresu it isn’t the first time we’ve shared the ring...and I’m certain even after this match, it won’t be the last. I’m sure you don’t like me...and after your stunt at the press conference, I think you know the feeling is mutual on my side too. I’d be naive if I said I expect us to go out there, have the match of the night, and let the chips fall where they may...no, that’s not gonna be good enough for you.”
Sammy leaned back in the chair, tipping it back on it’s rear legs with his hands folded ominously in his lap.
“You’re gonna try to win at all costs, to make sure the Dogs of War hold all the power in the GWD. But guess what? I can’t let that happen. We already have one champion with a complex...we don’t need another! I’ve been to war, what doesn’t kill me will strengthen me. I want you to come as you are, let it all out because Tony, at the end of the day? You still can’t…#StandWithSammy. And that’s the real truth that’s got you...chasing your tail, isn’t it?”
“February 18th. The Global Heritage Festival. I’m ready, Tony...are you?”
