Post by Chris Crippler on Mar 8, 2018 18:10:11 GMT -8
The audience show their appreciation for both competitors as the victor gingerly leans against the ropes, sweat pouring from his brow as he had finally achieved what he thought might have been the unthinkable, the Japanese referee walks over and raises the arm up to signify the moment he had waited for such a long time.
Chris Crippler defeats Mark Storm.
Falling down on the canvas with his entire body aching, muscles screaming in pain, breathing proved to be difficult as he had just endured a sixty minute iron man match with one of the toughest competitors in the world. Swinging his legs over the ring apron and cautiously sliding down to the floor, Chris slowly walks up the aisle of the Korakuen Hall with fans clapping their hands and saying their appreciation to him. His head looks up at the rafters and lets out a long sigh as this weight is lifted from his shoulders. Chris had wanted this victory like a dehydrated man craving water or a father trying to save their only child from certain doom, going from one promotion to another trying to defeat his arch nemesis but constantly falling short, this match signified the end of their storied history and in front of a packed Japanese audience he and Mark had put on a wrestling clinic. The so-called ‘underdog’ finally prevailed. Walking up the aisle until he reaches the stage, turning around to look back at the ring and raises his arm gingerly in the air, the NJFC audience shows their appreciation one final time before he pushes the certain out of the way and steps into the backstage area.
Chris walks along the hallway ignoring the adulation from staff and his peers as all he wants to do is get back to his locker room, raking his soaking wet hair out of his face, his whole body in agony as he walks passed many big named stars locker rooms before getting to his. Opening the door and stepping inside, closing the door behind him without a moment’s hesitation, Crippler gingerly goes up to the nearest chair and collapses down onto the steel chair and rests his head into the palms of both of his hands. Elbows resting on his thighs as the emotion of the event catches up to him, body needing rest and his mind all over the place, he had almost come to the conclusion he couldn’t defeat ‘Everybody’s Hero’ but tonight he had destroyed that chip on his shoulder. Lowering his hands down and sitting himself up as begins to unpeel the tape from his right wrist and palm, looking at the small television in his locker room showing the next few matches which includes the World Title defence involving Jack Tillman.
One of the Dogs of War.
A thorn in many of the wrestling promotions across the globe which including Kamikaze Pro, territories in the Championship Wrestling Coalition, Guerreros of Lucha trios division and off course the New Japan Fighting Championship. All members having their presents as singles competitors too, GWD has Mark Storm and Tony Savage, Devin Hearst and Storm in CWC Japan:Legacy, Mitsuo Shimada the Pro Gatekeeper champion in Kamikaze Pro, Tiger Mask Red apart of the Budokangaijin, Maki apart of the WWH, Joseph White in CWC Revo and they are the ones that come to Chris’ mind. Then a memory of the last encounter in Global Wrestling Division hits him. The ending of his championship challenge involving the furry dog costume, which hurt the longest reigning EWC Television Champion and special guest referee Griffin Hawkins, then hitting a decisive blow to his own cranium that allowed Mark Storm to get the victory. Chris clenches his fist in rage as he reaches down to his bag, pulling out his smart phone and opening up the camera, he looks at himself and the age is clear to see as beads of sweat all over his face and body. Hair slicked back from the perspiration. Crippler taps the record button with his thumb and holds it aloft with his weaker left hand.
“Tonight should be a night that I let out a sigh of relief as I exorcised a demon from my life. The hero that you all deserve finally got defeated right here in Tokyo, in front of a sold out Korakuen Hall I went through a sixty minutes Iron Man match, I finally defeated the GWD American Justice Champion in the middle of that ring! Yet instead of truly rejoicing in this feat.. my mind goes back to my last encounter with Mark over in the states, that should of ended on our terms as it was OUR story to tell, yet some wannabe over-aged frat boy dressed as a god damn furry fandom dog decided to ruin it!”
Crippler creaks his neck to the side and the sound is very audible.
“It is bad enough some chinless wonder believes he can step up to Mark Storm and take his GWD American Justice Championship, I’ve got some fraternity reject who has decided to come up with this ‘bro-code’ interjecting into my match, costing me my championship opportunity like it was some initiation into his little hedonistic lifestyle, trying to show Storm and the rest of the Dogs of War that he is worthy of being one of that brotherhood rather than making his own up..”
Chris clears his throat and begins to do his best fraternity voice.
“‘Bro-code’ .. ‘are you a bro’?’.. ‘Bro.. I can like say like anything but adding Bro to it makes it sound bro-ish.. BRO!”
Chris gives the camera a mocking look before sniggering and talking normally.
”And you believe people like Tony Savage, Mark Storm, Jack Tillman, Devin Hearst, Shimada, Maki, Joseph White will allow such a dunce into their little brethren? Sure they’re going to own a human after they skin the lion and use it as a rug! But do they really need a mascot who struggles to put ONE cohesive sentence together? Do they really need someone to ‘promote’ them as they are featured in promotions all over the globe, from NJFC to UKWF and CWC to 4CW, this unit isn’t a one promotion ‘band’ that needs coverage.. they are THEE brand in professional wrestling. Each one holding titles or challenging for titles, each of them world renown on social media and beyond, they are superstars and slowly making 2018 the year of the DOG! …Where does this ‘Dogs of War’ wannabe add up in this equation? Tell me Broseph.. Are you the next member of this elite group? Or are you trying to weasel yourself in so people actually take ‘Broseph’ seriously?
“If I put on a pair of jean shorts and wear a basketball team vest thing, a baseball cap and tilt it to the side, walk with a swagger and wear some Nike trainer sneaker things.. and I come out to some rap group and try to make rhymes as I turn myself into the next Vanilla Ice.. that is how serious people take you, Broseph. You made yourself a mascot to try to make yourself a name, instead of doing what Melody Marshall did or Mark Storm or Tapioca Joe and become an INAUGURAL champion, you thought your path lies in adding ‘bro’ to every sentence you speak and wearing a dog costume. I don’t know how old you are, Broseph, but you are old enough to know better. That lifestyle is for the young, you aren’t young, you aren’t relevant to anything fraternity wise, you’re like the sad person who cannot let go of his youth as that was the best part of your life. Sad really.. Being a bro of initiations, sex and drink is the highlight of your life, well dressing as a furry fandom is also up there now.”
“I’m not trying to rekindle my youth, Broseph. I’m looking to end my career doing everything and achieving anything I can. I’m a legend who’s story is still being written! Perhaps drinking lots and having lots of sex is what you want, but you’re locked in a steel cage with me, and none of that is going to help you when you’re face to face with me! I’m going to utilise that cage to its full potential, you use a steel chair against my head, I use the mesh and bars to indent yours!
I’m going to show you that wild dogs locked in cages get punished by bludgeoning. You want to pretend to be a ‘dogs of war’ member.. I’ll initiate you the only way you know how, by the ‘Bro-Code’.. initiating you to the real world. Pain. That you don’t interfere in things that doesn’t concern you! You will learn, Broseph.. the hard way!”
Chris looks intently at the camera before stopping the recording and throwing his phone onto his bag. Sighing as he tries to unwind after tonight’s events.
Chris Crippler defeats Mark Storm.
Falling down on the canvas with his entire body aching, muscles screaming in pain, breathing proved to be difficult as he had just endured a sixty minute iron man match with one of the toughest competitors in the world. Swinging his legs over the ring apron and cautiously sliding down to the floor, Chris slowly walks up the aisle of the Korakuen Hall with fans clapping their hands and saying their appreciation to him. His head looks up at the rafters and lets out a long sigh as this weight is lifted from his shoulders. Chris had wanted this victory like a dehydrated man craving water or a father trying to save their only child from certain doom, going from one promotion to another trying to defeat his arch nemesis but constantly falling short, this match signified the end of their storied history and in front of a packed Japanese audience he and Mark had put on a wrestling clinic. The so-called ‘underdog’ finally prevailed. Walking up the aisle until he reaches the stage, turning around to look back at the ring and raises his arm gingerly in the air, the NJFC audience shows their appreciation one final time before he pushes the certain out of the way and steps into the backstage area.
Chris walks along the hallway ignoring the adulation from staff and his peers as all he wants to do is get back to his locker room, raking his soaking wet hair out of his face, his whole body in agony as he walks passed many big named stars locker rooms before getting to his. Opening the door and stepping inside, closing the door behind him without a moment’s hesitation, Crippler gingerly goes up to the nearest chair and collapses down onto the steel chair and rests his head into the palms of both of his hands. Elbows resting on his thighs as the emotion of the event catches up to him, body needing rest and his mind all over the place, he had almost come to the conclusion he couldn’t defeat ‘Everybody’s Hero’ but tonight he had destroyed that chip on his shoulder. Lowering his hands down and sitting himself up as begins to unpeel the tape from his right wrist and palm, looking at the small television in his locker room showing the next few matches which includes the World Title defence involving Jack Tillman.
One of the Dogs of War.
A thorn in many of the wrestling promotions across the globe which including Kamikaze Pro, territories in the Championship Wrestling Coalition, Guerreros of Lucha trios division and off course the New Japan Fighting Championship. All members having their presents as singles competitors too, GWD has Mark Storm and Tony Savage, Devin Hearst and Storm in CWC Japan:Legacy, Mitsuo Shimada the Pro Gatekeeper champion in Kamikaze Pro, Tiger Mask Red apart of the Budokangaijin, Maki apart of the WWH, Joseph White in CWC Revo and they are the ones that come to Chris’ mind. Then a memory of the last encounter in Global Wrestling Division hits him. The ending of his championship challenge involving the furry dog costume, which hurt the longest reigning EWC Television Champion and special guest referee Griffin Hawkins, then hitting a decisive blow to his own cranium that allowed Mark Storm to get the victory. Chris clenches his fist in rage as he reaches down to his bag, pulling out his smart phone and opening up the camera, he looks at himself and the age is clear to see as beads of sweat all over his face and body. Hair slicked back from the perspiration. Crippler taps the record button with his thumb and holds it aloft with his weaker left hand.
“Tonight should be a night that I let out a sigh of relief as I exorcised a demon from my life. The hero that you all deserve finally got defeated right here in Tokyo, in front of a sold out Korakuen Hall I went through a sixty minutes Iron Man match, I finally defeated the GWD American Justice Champion in the middle of that ring! Yet instead of truly rejoicing in this feat.. my mind goes back to my last encounter with Mark over in the states, that should of ended on our terms as it was OUR story to tell, yet some wannabe over-aged frat boy dressed as a god damn furry fandom dog decided to ruin it!”
Crippler creaks his neck to the side and the sound is very audible.
“It is bad enough some chinless wonder believes he can step up to Mark Storm and take his GWD American Justice Championship, I’ve got some fraternity reject who has decided to come up with this ‘bro-code’ interjecting into my match, costing me my championship opportunity like it was some initiation into his little hedonistic lifestyle, trying to show Storm and the rest of the Dogs of War that he is worthy of being one of that brotherhood rather than making his own up..”
Chris clears his throat and begins to do his best fraternity voice.
“‘Bro-code’ .. ‘are you a bro’?’.. ‘Bro.. I can like say like anything but adding Bro to it makes it sound bro-ish.. BRO!”
Chris gives the camera a mocking look before sniggering and talking normally.
”And you believe people like Tony Savage, Mark Storm, Jack Tillman, Devin Hearst, Shimada, Maki, Joseph White will allow such a dunce into their little brethren? Sure they’re going to own a human after they skin the lion and use it as a rug! But do they really need a mascot who struggles to put ONE cohesive sentence together? Do they really need someone to ‘promote’ them as they are featured in promotions all over the globe, from NJFC to UKWF and CWC to 4CW, this unit isn’t a one promotion ‘band’ that needs coverage.. they are THEE brand in professional wrestling. Each one holding titles or challenging for titles, each of them world renown on social media and beyond, they are superstars and slowly making 2018 the year of the DOG! …Where does this ‘Dogs of War’ wannabe add up in this equation? Tell me Broseph.. Are you the next member of this elite group? Or are you trying to weasel yourself in so people actually take ‘Broseph’ seriously?
“If I put on a pair of jean shorts and wear a basketball team vest thing, a baseball cap and tilt it to the side, walk with a swagger and wear some Nike trainer sneaker things.. and I come out to some rap group and try to make rhymes as I turn myself into the next Vanilla Ice.. that is how serious people take you, Broseph. You made yourself a mascot to try to make yourself a name, instead of doing what Melody Marshall did or Mark Storm or Tapioca Joe and become an INAUGURAL champion, you thought your path lies in adding ‘bro’ to every sentence you speak and wearing a dog costume. I don’t know how old you are, Broseph, but you are old enough to know better. That lifestyle is for the young, you aren’t young, you aren’t relevant to anything fraternity wise, you’re like the sad person who cannot let go of his youth as that was the best part of your life. Sad really.. Being a bro of initiations, sex and drink is the highlight of your life, well dressing as a furry fandom is also up there now.”
“I’m not trying to rekindle my youth, Broseph. I’m looking to end my career doing everything and achieving anything I can. I’m a legend who’s story is still being written! Perhaps drinking lots and having lots of sex is what you want, but you’re locked in a steel cage with me, and none of that is going to help you when you’re face to face with me! I’m going to utilise that cage to its full potential, you use a steel chair against my head, I use the mesh and bars to indent yours!
I’m going to show you that wild dogs locked in cages get punished by bludgeoning. You want to pretend to be a ‘dogs of war’ member.. I’ll initiate you the only way you know how, by the ‘Bro-Code’.. initiating you to the real world. Pain. That you don’t interfere in things that doesn’t concern you! You will learn, Broseph.. the hard way!”
Chris looks intently at the camera before stopping the recording and throwing his phone onto his bag. Sighing as he tries to unwind after tonight’s events.
