Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2018 19:52:34 GMT -8
There was so much that had happened. Sammy Duke, someone whom you had to consider was the cult favorite to win it all at the Global Heritage Festival, had lost out in the first round. But who did he really lose to? Himself? Well, officially speaking the record shows Tony Savage of the Dogs of War, or “War Puppies” as Sammy cleverly calls them, to have defeated him with a sound pinfall. But we all know what really happened...Mark Storm, reigning American Justice champion of the GWD had gotten involved, and helped his puppy comrade to victory over the joke-telling good guy! That didn’t sit all too well with Sammy, and he took to social media campaigning almost immediately after in his quest not for revenge, but justice. Justice for the fans that had to watch their hero Sammy lose like that. Justice for himself for losing in such a way as to negate all of his hard work and preparation for the big three day event. And justice for his peers, because if the Dogs of War would cheat to get by Sammy, then surely nothing would stop them from cheating the rest of his friends too. Through this, in Sammy’s quest to make everyone, including Ethan Roerich take notice and give the justice he wanted, two quotes were born;
“Storm or Riot” - Sammy’s promise to create a riot all over Los Angeles until Roerich finally gave Sammy the justice he wanted, and
“No rest. No mercy. No matter what.” - Sammy’s commitment to the goal of costing Mark Storm something precious to him, the American Justice championship. Just like Mark cost Sammy the Global Heritage championship.
Whether it was the social pressure of Sammy’s #StormOrRiot movement coming down on him, or it was the next logical play in the playbook of Ethan Roerich was irrelevant, Roerich had given Sammy what he wanted so much. Roerich had gift wrapped Mark Storm and served him to Sammy on a silver platter. But there’s a catch, as there always so often is when it comes to Ethan Roerich…
While Sammy had Mark, it would not be a shot at the American Justice title. It wouldn’t even be a singles match. It was a tag team match. Mark Storm, alongside Tony Savage, would be across the ring from Sammy Duke...and Kendrick Kross! And if that wasn’t enough of a barn burner, Roerich continued, stating if Sammy Duke lost this match, then Sammy Duke would be enslaved by the Dogs of War for two months! Talk about your must-win situations…nobody wants to see Sammy enslaved by the Dogs of War, right? Right.
“This match is a big one...maybe the biggest I’ve ever had to-date.”
The scene opens in the “basement” esque room, home to many of Sammy’s first shoots since breaking into the business. The plain concrete bricks surrounded the small 10x10 room while the single light bulb dangled carelessly over the small wooden chair Sammy sat in. Sammy wore a black t-shirt with gold trim with the words #StandWithSammy across the front and a limited edition ballcap with the #StormOrRiot tag across the bill. Sammy sat reverse in the chair, with his chest against the back of it. His composure looked cool...but his attitude...that was the real question.
“I know, I know, I come across so confident online, but the truth of the matter is...I mean, can you blame me for being a little bit nervous? I could be ‘enslaved’ by the War Puppies after this show! And my partner, of course I trust Kendrick Kross, he’s my buddy, my joke-telling buddy, but this is also the first time we’ve ever teamed together...and we’re fighting a couple of guys that have...worked with themselves...far more than most other men. Of course as a realist, I know we’re giving up a lot of experience. I know we’re walking into a fight with the reigning, defending, undisputed, American Justice champion, Mark Storm...and his puppy, Tony Savage. I’m aware of the danger...but you know what else?”
Sammy stood up from the chair, with one foot stepped up on the bottom part and his hands over his knee, leaning forward with intent.
“Well...I wouldn’t be a lion if I ran away from danger. I didn’t run away from Nameless. I didn’t run away from Pride even though I was knocked out in my first match. And I didn’t run away from the Dogs of War at the festival! No, I ran TO them, I confronted them, and I asked for this...now, I’m getting this! I’m righting a wrong, and I’m doing so alongside my joke telling friend, Kendrick Kross, one-fourth of the Fighting Turtle Gang! Hey, you wanna hear a joke?”
Sammy let out a cheeky smirk.
“The Dogs of War.”
You could almost hear the rapid clicks of a switchboard before an even more obvious laughtrack played, commemorating the most straightforward of Sammy’s Straight Fire Jokes.
“No, but seriously, for real this time. Why are turtles better than dogs?”
From off-screen, a studio audience voice answered back.
“Why?”
“Because turtles can carry anything on their hard shells...dogs can barely carry themselves!”
“OOOOHHHH SNNNAAAPPPP!” Was the collective retort from the canned audience. The camera pans back around to show Sammy now grinning ear-to-ear.
“I can joke...because sometimes jokes help take the sting out of a big, potentially life-changing match or stipulation. You know? It doesn’t mean I’m minimizing the fact that I could very well become enslaved...not that it’s gonna happen. I trust Kendrick Kross to have my back! He’s my boy, my brother from a different mother, he wouldn’t let the War Puppies have their way like that...neither would every single person out there standing with me. Any fear I have of the unknown, that goes right to the back of my mind. All that matters, is giving my all for the Fighting Turtle Gang, my brother, each and every person standing at ringside! Mark Storm and his War Puppies have run roughshod long enough over the GWD, and now, come Global Sabotage...we’re not gonna STAND, for it anymore! We’re not gonna take it!”
Sammy’s smirk slowly fades, his expression becoming stoic and serous for the first time in this segment as he steps close to the camera.
“And then. And then, Mark Storm, once you finally taste defeat...you’ll be one step closer to feeling the pain you brought me. You’ll be one step closer to being taken down from your Godly perch, dethroned as no more than a false idol, the non-deity that you are. One step closer to when I, Sammy ‘The Lion’ Duke, show the whole world that Mark Storm isn’t a God among men...when I show the whole world that Mark Storm...is just a man.
“I’ll see you this weekend. Make sure you bring plenty of Kibbles n’ Bits for your pups...it’s gonna be a long night!”
“Storm or Riot” - Sammy’s promise to create a riot all over Los Angeles until Roerich finally gave Sammy the justice he wanted, and
“No rest. No mercy. No matter what.” - Sammy’s commitment to the goal of costing Mark Storm something precious to him, the American Justice championship. Just like Mark cost Sammy the Global Heritage championship.
Whether it was the social pressure of Sammy’s #StormOrRiot movement coming down on him, or it was the next logical play in the playbook of Ethan Roerich was irrelevant, Roerich had given Sammy what he wanted so much. Roerich had gift wrapped Mark Storm and served him to Sammy on a silver platter. But there’s a catch, as there always so often is when it comes to Ethan Roerich…
While Sammy had Mark, it would not be a shot at the American Justice title. It wouldn’t even be a singles match. It was a tag team match. Mark Storm, alongside Tony Savage, would be across the ring from Sammy Duke...and Kendrick Kross! And if that wasn’t enough of a barn burner, Roerich continued, stating if Sammy Duke lost this match, then Sammy Duke would be enslaved by the Dogs of War for two months! Talk about your must-win situations…nobody wants to see Sammy enslaved by the Dogs of War, right? Right.
“This match is a big one...maybe the biggest I’ve ever had to-date.”
The scene opens in the “basement” esque room, home to many of Sammy’s first shoots since breaking into the business. The plain concrete bricks surrounded the small 10x10 room while the single light bulb dangled carelessly over the small wooden chair Sammy sat in. Sammy wore a black t-shirt with gold trim with the words #StandWithSammy across the front and a limited edition ballcap with the #StormOrRiot tag across the bill. Sammy sat reverse in the chair, with his chest against the back of it. His composure looked cool...but his attitude...that was the real question.
“I know, I know, I come across so confident online, but the truth of the matter is...I mean, can you blame me for being a little bit nervous? I could be ‘enslaved’ by the War Puppies after this show! And my partner, of course I trust Kendrick Kross, he’s my buddy, my joke-telling buddy, but this is also the first time we’ve ever teamed together...and we’re fighting a couple of guys that have...worked with themselves...far more than most other men. Of course as a realist, I know we’re giving up a lot of experience. I know we’re walking into a fight with the reigning, defending, undisputed, American Justice champion, Mark Storm...and his puppy, Tony Savage. I’m aware of the danger...but you know what else?”
Sammy stood up from the chair, with one foot stepped up on the bottom part and his hands over his knee, leaning forward with intent.
“Well...I wouldn’t be a lion if I ran away from danger. I didn’t run away from Nameless. I didn’t run away from Pride even though I was knocked out in my first match. And I didn’t run away from the Dogs of War at the festival! No, I ran TO them, I confronted them, and I asked for this...now, I’m getting this! I’m righting a wrong, and I’m doing so alongside my joke telling friend, Kendrick Kross, one-fourth of the Fighting Turtle Gang! Hey, you wanna hear a joke?”
Sammy let out a cheeky smirk.
“The Dogs of War.”
You could almost hear the rapid clicks of a switchboard before an even more obvious laughtrack played, commemorating the most straightforward of Sammy’s Straight Fire Jokes.
“No, but seriously, for real this time. Why are turtles better than dogs?”
From off-screen, a studio audience voice answered back.
“Why?”
“Because turtles can carry anything on their hard shells...dogs can barely carry themselves!”
“OOOOHHHH SNNNAAAPPPP!” Was the collective retort from the canned audience. The camera pans back around to show Sammy now grinning ear-to-ear.
“I can joke...because sometimes jokes help take the sting out of a big, potentially life-changing match or stipulation. You know? It doesn’t mean I’m minimizing the fact that I could very well become enslaved...not that it’s gonna happen. I trust Kendrick Kross to have my back! He’s my boy, my brother from a different mother, he wouldn’t let the War Puppies have their way like that...neither would every single person out there standing with me. Any fear I have of the unknown, that goes right to the back of my mind. All that matters, is giving my all for the Fighting Turtle Gang, my brother, each and every person standing at ringside! Mark Storm and his War Puppies have run roughshod long enough over the GWD, and now, come Global Sabotage...we’re not gonna STAND, for it anymore! We’re not gonna take it!”
Sammy’s smirk slowly fades, his expression becoming stoic and serous for the first time in this segment as he steps close to the camera.
“And then. And then, Mark Storm, once you finally taste defeat...you’ll be one step closer to feeling the pain you brought me. You’ll be one step closer to being taken down from your Godly perch, dethroned as no more than a false idol, the non-deity that you are. One step closer to when I, Sammy ‘The Lion’ Duke, show the whole world that Mark Storm isn’t a God among men...when I show the whole world that Mark Storm...is just a man.
“I’ll see you this weekend. Make sure you bring plenty of Kibbles n’ Bits for your pups...it’s gonna be a long night!”
