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Post by Dark Mauler on Nov 18, 2021 7:03:12 GMT -5
Tommy End is in the hospital, his injured shoulder getting checked out by a doctor.
Doctor: Mr. End, your shoulder is in bad condition. I reccomend you immediately go into physical therapy to start healing it back to 100 percent.
Tommy End: After the J1 is done, I will. Knowing what I know now has told me that I need to win the J1 so I can guarantee my rematch once I get back. I don't want what happened to Dyno to happen to me.
Doctor: OK, fine. But after the end of the J1 you are taking time off to get that shoulder healed.
Tommy End: I was planning on taking time off after the J1 already, I guess this makes sure I'll be able to.
Doctor: Tell your employer Mr. Whistler that you're taking a break, doctor's orders.
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Post by Duke Mongoose on Nov 18, 2021 12:39:15 GMT -5
***JWA.com Exclusive***
(Duke Mongoose is making a rare appearance backstage at Glory)
Duke Mongoose: Hey there, fans! "Hollywood" here hoping to get a word with some of the competitors in the J-1. Here comes one now. Yuppie!
Yuppie VP: Duke? What are you doing here? Where's Sal or Toni?
Duke: There was a bit of a misunderstanding on Mania and now I'm working for JWA.com for a while.
Yuppie: Oh. I see. Well, what's up?
Duke: You just had one hell of a match with that lousy Red Pirate Rogers, but it ended in a draw. What do you have to say about it?
Yuppie: Rogers and I are all square at this point. We've faced each other one-on-one three times now and we've each won once and we just drew. So that means that in a few weeks when we meet again we'll be looking to settle this thing once and for all.
Duke: Next week you have your first rematch with Tommy End. Pierre The Enormous managed to defeat the former World Champion earlier tonight, but you haven't gotten a victory over End in months. You defeated Pierre at the beginning of the tournament.
Yuppie: Is there a question somewhere in there, Duke?
Duke: Aren't you just a little bit embarrassed that a guy you've routinely beaten was able to defeat the man who seemingly has your number?
Yuppie: Embarrassed? No. I'm impressed. I knew that there was going to come a point where Pierre would break through and be the force in JWA that we all knew he could be. Next week I'm going to right a wrong and get a victory over Tommy End and strengthen my case for winning this tournament.
Duke: I'll believe it when I see it. Fans, that's all from me. Stay tuned to the website or whatever.
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Post by Thumper Moore III on Nov 22, 2021 9:24:15 GMT -5
Arizona’s Digifoto
Arizona is in his customary location, amber liqueur at his side, JWA Championship prominently displayed, wearing his black fedora.
“JWA fans, I know you’re as disappointed as I am with the results of my match last week with Mack Caliber. But I’d like to show you something.”
Arizona produces an insect trapped in amber. “This specimen is was recovered from one of my digs in Thailand. Now, I don’t normally care much for paleontology, but I did some research and found that this is an example of Blatta orientalis, the common oriental cockroach. This particular specimen is about 3 million years old, and it is virtually unchanged from the modern version of its species.
See, the cockroach is nature’s ultimate survivor. It lived among dinosaurs. It survived the cataclysm that ended the Cretaceous period. The rise of mammals. It even perseveres against modern pesticides. You can’t get rid of them, and eventually, through perseverance, stamina, instinct, and sheer willpower, it achieves its goals.
You saw me persevere last week on Glory. When things didn’t go my way, I threw an arm over Mack in desperation, and guess what— I survived. I am still alive in this tournament. I persevered. I won on stamina, instinct, and willpower, just like this guy here always wins. And like it or not, that’s why I will never lose this belt— I am the ultimate survivor. I am the Last Crusader, and no one defends the gold like Arizona Chance.”
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Post by Red Pirate Rogers on Nov 22, 2021 11:20:46 GMT -5
"Hey this is Arizona Chance can't come to the phone right now but I'll call ya back later." BEEP
"Hey...it's Red..
"I'm sorry we haven't had time to connect since Guts and Glory. It's been madder than a midshipman on his first stop in Port Royal.
"Anyway, I'm...well...I'll be honest. I'm worried about you. I know providing for your family is important, but, Arizona, when you're bragging about being like a cockroach, well...it's not like you...whether you're defending gold or not. You're a man of honor...or...you should be.
"My best to Veronica and Maddie, talk to you later."
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Post by Thumper Moore III on Nov 22, 2021 15:44:12 GMT -5
"Hey this is Arizona Chance can't come to the phone right now but I'll call ya back later." BEEP "Hey...it's Red.. "I'm sorry we haven't had time to connect since Guts and Glory. It's been madder than a midshipman on his first stop in Port Royal. "Anyway, I'm...well...I'll be honest. I'm worried about you. I know providing for your family is important, but, Arizona, when you're bragging about being like a cockroach, well...it's not like you...whether you're defending gold or not. You're a man of honor...or...you should be. "My best to Veronica and Maddie, talk to you later." ”Ahoy! You’ve missed me, but once I’m done galavanting about, I will forever be at your command.” BEEP “Red, listen. You and Pierre are my oldest friends in this business. I think you mistook my message. I wasn’t comparing myself TO a cockroach, but to their survivability. As far as honor goes— frankly, honor has left this business, and I’m tired of pretending it still exists. When you and I would go and do 30 minute matches with the Pain Dealers or the Neon Express, night after night, town after town— we could do that because we took care of each other. Sure, we hated each other’s guts, but we needed each other to be back the next night so we could keep making money together. It’s different now. These bloodthirsty fans want more and more violence, and it’s not safe. That part of the crusade— that was real, and there’s no denying it. But I couldn’t stand by and see this business— the business that I love, that you love, that we’ve both bled and damn near died for— become a circus sideshow freak exhibit. I—“ “You have exceeded the time limit for this voice mail. Would you like to send?” Dammit, Arizona thought. He pressed a button on his phone to send the message, then texted Red. “Let’s get together for dinner. You pick the place. I’ll buy.” |
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Post by Duke Mongoose on Nov 25, 2021 10:24:51 GMT -5
***JWA.com Exclusive***
(Duke Mongoose is backstage standing next to Yuppie VP)
Duke: "Hollywood" here, getting all the big scoops for the interwebs! I'm with Yuppie VP, who moved to the top of Block A with his win tonight. Yuppie, how do you feel about beating up a borderline disabled person?
Yuppie: (Appalled) Duke? What the hell?
Duke: Hey, I calls 'em like I sees 'em.
Yuppie: I can't wait until Toni or Sal are back.
Duke: Me neither. But you're stuck with me for now. Answer the question, Yuppie! Or are you too embarrassed by what you've done?
Yuppie: Listen, this is the time of year when in the United States we think about what we're thankful for. You'll probably be as shocked as anyone to hear this, but I'm thankful for Tommy End.
Duke: Ha! I bet it's because he lost to you tonight, right?
Yuppie: I'm thankful for Tommy End because he beat me two weeks ago and, at the time, ended my J-1 hopes. Then, when Kip made it a double round robin, I was thankful for the loss because it lit a fire under me. I'm also thankful for Tommy End because of that kick he planted in the center of my back tonight. Without him realizing it, that kick knocked all of the self doubt and uncertainty out of my body. So, in a weird way, I'm thankful for Tommy End.
Duke: I still think it's unfair, you beating up a one armed man and all, but a win's a win and I won't begrudge you that.
Yuppie: ...thanks?
Duke: That's all for now, fans. "Hollywood" Duke signing off for JWA dot net!
Yuppie: It's dot com, Duke.
Duke: Nah, "Dot Com Duke" is my instant messenger handle!
(Yuppie walks away in disgust and the video ends abruptly)
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Post by Stanley The Weeb on Nov 26, 2021 9:27:32 GMT -5
Stanley the Weeb and Rebecca Mullet are sitting down on a couch.
Stanley the Weeb: From everyone in the JWA family, have a Happy and Safe Thanksgiving. We invite you to our JWA Thanksgiving Special. Enjoy our second helping of our favorite matches of the past year.
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Post by Thumper Moore III on Nov 29, 2021 10:35:59 GMT -5
Arizona’s Digifoto
Arizona is in his customary location and begins to speak immediately, without fanfare.
“In the spirit of our recent holiday, I’d like to take this opportunity to show how thankful I am to each of my Block B opponents.
First, Chief Buffalo: I’m thankful for my three points I’ve gained against you. I’m also thankful that while God has graced you with prodigious strength and girth, that he also cursed you with a weak tailbone.
Next, Mack Caliber: I’m thankful that you have showed me the way to beat Stanley this week. I’m also thankful that you’re the one who started me down the road that led me back to this world title. See, Mack, you dropped me on my head and got me booted from JWA. But it led me to start thinking… and that thinking led to Tex Fortune, to me being reinstated, to me starting my crusade against dropping people on their head, to the world title. Now, my road to the final of the J-1 goes through you. But that’s next week.
And finally, Stanley: I’m thankful that you are second best. You call yourself the second best striker in JWA. You’ve never been the best at anything here— you’ve always been content to be second best. And that’s just fine— people like me, the best, need people to be second best. Just stay true to form and I will too, and you won’t have to worry about being anything but second best in that ring tomorrow.
I’m also thankful for the most beautiful baby in the world, Maddie, my gorgeous wife, my lavish lifestyle, my fine whiskeys, my Italian sports car, and my god-given abilities in the ring and on the silver screen, honed to near perfection by my iron will. But as you all know, the only metal more relevant to me than iron is gold, because no one defends his gold like The Last Crusader, Arizona Chance.”
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Post by Kip Whistler on Dec 2, 2021 13:07:16 GMT -5
***JWA.com Exclusive***
(Kip Whistler is sat behind his large desk in his office at the JWA Studio)
Kip: Hello, friends. Kip Whistler here at the JWA offices with a major announcement. As a result of his two victories over Arizona Chance in the J-1 Pinnacle tournament, I have decided that Stanley The Weeb will get the next shot at the World Heavyweight Title. That match will take place on the first episode of Glory after the completion of the J-1, which is the December 21/22 show. What a gift for the holiday season it would be if Stanley were to be victorious and capture the gold!
Now, I know what you're thinking: "Kip, isn't the J-1 winner supposed to get the next title shot?". Well, yes, but that opportunity will be at our next pay per view event, JWA Destiny on Saturday, January 22nd. Whoever wins the J-1 will face whoever is the champion at that time, be it Stanley or Arizona.
I don't think that any members of the JWA roster will disagree with this decision, except maybe the champion Arizona Chance. Let me remind the champ that he hasn't had to defend his title in almost 2 months, and it is his obligation to do as this office dictates. If "no one defends the gold like Arizona Chance", then surely he won't have a problem defending the title against Stanley on December 21/22.
Thank you for your time.
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Post by Thumper Moore III on Dec 3, 2021 8:55:55 GMT -5
Arizona’s Digifoto
Arizona’s face is hidden in shadow. Only his fedora identifies him visually.
“Kip, you’re on my last nerve. Stanley hasn’t beaten me yet. I’m our entire history, he hasn’t beaten me without resorting to parlor tricks and supernatural Japanimation bull crap. Prior to JWA, he beat me up with his ghost friend. In the J-1, he got the victory because of some stupid blue glowy energy that made him untouchable, and because his inner demon did THIS to me!”
Arizona emerges from the shadow. His face looks like he put on zombie makeup, except he hasn’t. Five finger marks have made deep craters in his face, and blood is still oozing out two days after the match.
“IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT, KIP? A GUY WHO TRIED TO MURDER SOMEONE TWO DAYS AGO AS YOUR CHAMPION?” Arizona clears his throat and adjusts his fedora. “Fine. In two weeks, it’ll be a nightmare before Christmas. I’ll take that match, Kip, because what he’s done bends the laws of science, and Stanley needs to be brought back to reality. And the reality is, Stan… the monster is who you are. It’s not some demon. It might be a psychosis, but it’s not a possession.
You have a decision to make, because it’ll take all of your psychotic self to beat me. You can’t beat me as simply Stanley. You’ve proven that over and over. So, your decision— do you let the inner demon take over and maybe win the title, or do you continue to be second-best Stanley and keep your girlfriend? I’m pretty sure Rebecca won’t want to be with someone like Nightmare Ginzu. You two have a pretty good thing going. I’d consider that strongly before you attempt to wreck this face again.”
Arizona fades back into the shadow as the video fades to black.
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Post by Dark Mauler on Dec 3, 2021 9:23:58 GMT -5
Reply to Arizona's post.
@dutchdestroyer
Nightmare Ginzu can smell fear, and you reek of it. Stop trying to duck Stanley.
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Post by Stanley The Weeb on Dec 3, 2021 12:27:01 GMT -5
Stanley the Weeb appears with Rebecca Mullet.
"You blame me for what happened to you Arizona-san? You were the one who called the monster out. You called him out. And then complain about it. Look, I tried fighting as myself. And the Mu mode is just as much myself as me. But you called Nightmare Ginzu out. And you know my history with my mind."
Rebecca pipes in. "Everyone knows not to poke a bear. You poke a bear, you shouldn't be surprised if the bear pokes back."
Stanley chimes back in. "It was your fault. You shouldn't try to make me loose control like that again. And fans...you all celebrating Nightmare Ginzu? Shame on you and your bloodlust. Go play Mortal Kombat and leave the fan pool."
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Post by Thumper Moore III on Dec 6, 2021 13:23:03 GMT -5
Arizona walks into Chez Barbarossa and sees his dinner companion flagging him down from a dark corner of the restaurant. Chance waves back and his companion stands up. As Chance approaches, the man extends a hand, but Arizona instead reaches in for a quick hug. They take their seats.
“Good to see you. But why did you have to wear the mask? It’s not like anyone knows who you are underneath it.”
“See, we have to protect our gimmick. Paparazzi might take a picture of us, wonder who this mystery man was with the champ, and then I’d be unable to pass on the Red Pirate legacy to the next generation.”
“Good point Red.” Arizona called over the waiter and ordered a bourbon, while Rogers decided on a glass of Spanish wine. “You know, legacy is a funny thing. A big part of me longs for the old days, when we were just two adventurers out to make a name for ourselves. Before the championships, the movies, the fame. Now, I’m so damn concerned with protecting my legacy that it’s just not fun right now.”
“A well meaning person sometimes destroys something by protecting it, friend,” responded Rogers. “Holding a legacy too closely can tarnish it.”
“So, you’re not a fan either.” The waiter returned with the drinks and asked for an order. “Chicken Marsala, asparagus and a those roasted Brussels sprouts you have. And make sure this is on one check. Red?”
“Have the chef make something not on the menu, his choice.” A wry smile crept across the face of the Pirate as the waiter returned to the kitchen.
“Zona, it’s not that I’m not a fan. I just don’t understand why you’ve all of a sudden placed titles above your own moral code.”
Arizona sighed. “I haven’t, Red. I’ve just… temporarily made concessions based on the changing nature of our business. We’re both getting old, and we both can’t do this forever. Titles secure paychecks. Tommy End is younger, stronger, maybe as fast as me, incredibly technically sound, and frankly, as the results of the J-1 have shown, I’ve lost a step. Whereas you— if you win this week, you’re in the finals… against your tag partner. Who, coincidentally, is younger, stronger, maybe as fast… and have you lost a step?”
Red took a sip of his wine. “I have. But I’ve gained two with my experience, and so have you. The Arizona I know wouldn’t make excuses to take the easy way out. He’d understand that principles aren’t really principles until it costs something.”
“Listen, Red. It’s getting tougher and tougher to compete anymore. Every new guy has spent his entire life in a gym. They’re all 260 pounds of muscle with 5% body fat, cardio for days, and they’ve spent big money to be trained by somebody like Mercenary or Gepetto Rocca. I guess… time has passed us by, and I’m just trying to hold on a little bit longer.”
Red furrowed his brown in disappointment. “Why? For money? You’ve got plenty. Fame? Glory? You’ve won the game of life, friend. You are living a life that most can only dream of. And now, you’ve started the grandest adventure of all— fatherhood. Is this the type of man that you want Madison to look up to? The kind of man that used to set the bar, but instead decided to set a bar for everyone else while he crawled under it? If Gertrude were able to speak like she used to, she’d say, ‘Arizona Bartholomew Chance, I raised you better than this.’ And the fact that Veronica has stood by you in spite of this lunacy is testament to how wonderful of a woman she actually is— and how much faith she has that you’ll right the ship.”
Arizona, for the first time in months, showed regret on his face. Red stood up as the food arrived. “Red, where are you going?”
“To watch your child. Veronica needed a sitter.” Veronica Chance walked into the restaurant with Madison in her arms. She walked over, handed the baby to Rogers, and little Maddie smiled and seemed delighted. “Now, enjoy your date.” Red walked out with the baby, and Veronica sat down where Red had just been. Arizona stared in awkward silence for a moment before he spoke.
“Ronnie… I’m sorry. I—“
Veronica placed a finger over Chance’s lips. “I know. Let’s just enjoy dinner. Maddie needs a bottle in two hours, and I’m afraid Red will give her rum instead of milk.”
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Post by Red Pirate Rogers on Dec 7, 2021 14:56:26 GMT -5
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Post by Dyno on Dec 9, 2021 18:39:04 GMT -5
@brittnt on Chirpy
"So the final is set. You know I can't miss this. See you next week grapple fans. #JWA #Glory #J1"
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