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Post by Avery Quinn on Dec 10, 2017 22:18:42 GMT -5
How are your favorite SAP stars dealing with the aftermath of “55 Gallon Drum Of Eggnog”? Watch here!
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Post by Avery Quinn on Dec 10, 2017 22:25:59 GMT -5
REPERCUSSIONS EXCLUSIVE!!!
Watch this exclusive clip that wasn’t aired during “55 Gallon Drum Of Eggnog”! ____________________
We appear backstage. The camera is angled down but pans up the legs of two men in suits. When we get to the top, we see none other than Michael Kelly and Cosmo Cooper! The two smirk as they look at the camera.
Michael Kelly: A few months ago, I slid into the DM’s of one Cosmo Cooper… and I asked him whenever there was a time he needed a tag partner, that I would be there for him. I would be in his corner any day of the week—it seems that that time has now come in SAP. Kelly & Cooper? We’ve been two of the hottest names in the business in 2017.. but we don’t need the fanfare and hype. We’re going to prove it in the wrestling ring, that’s how we’ll get people talking.
Cosmo nodded as he looked over to his friend.
Cosmo Cooper: Exactly, like, time and time again I see big names wanting to be hyped and celebrated. We aren’t about that, we represent the RAW GRAPS team. A gym that me and a business partner opened in Boston. RAW is the keyword. Grit. Determination. Like, we don’t care about having our names up in lights—because we know wherever we go? The accolades are going to follow. RAW Graps is not about saying it—it’s about doing it. It’s about busting your ass to like, get where you want to be. And where do we want to be?
Kelly smirked.
Michael Kelly: At the top of the tag division in SAP. We aren’t here to see our names plastered across every t-shirt and merch stand. We are here for a fight.
Cosmo returned the smirk over to Kelly.
Cosmo Cooper: The only question is… who is going to step up to give us that fight?
Michael Kelly: The tag division in SAP? Consider yourself on notice.
Cooper and Kelly shared a quick fist bump and smiles toward the camera.
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Post by rachelredding on Dec 10, 2017 22:47:00 GMT -5
The camera jostles as it moves down the hallway, catching up to a worn down and winded Rachel Redding. She turns, Great American Title in hand, a scowl on her face as she "greets" the cameraman.
Rachel Redding: Ugh...you know what? You're after a comment, clearly, so here; just for you, just for all of these people watching, I'll give you a comment.
She shakes her head.
Redding: Nick Valero, he leans out over the top rope, like he's deserving of some second chance. Like he didn't have a chance to put me back in the ring, and try to take this from me, yelling down that he wants another shot? He can have one when he works his way back up the ladder. His chance? Gone. Move on, you're the one who made the mistake. Do I like losing? Of course not, but I like keeping this title-
Rachel pats the center plate of the Great American Championship, taking a deep breath.
Redding: Right where it belongs until I hit 2018, and I go on to take on Brendan Samuels and get the spot that's been mine since I walked into SAP! And now, I guess between me and that, it's Fujiko Mine.
Rachel Redding stops, leaning over against the wall, looking down at her title before back at the camera.
Redding: You know, it's funny; the last few weeks, I've had to listen to Cass Baumer put my name in her mouth, and try to belittle and discredit me. And in response, I called her a "hashtag." Because that's all she is, a subpar wrestler who's boosted by a social media phenomenon that'll burn out before she can catch up to it. But you know someone who went through that same thing? Someone who made their name off of a hashtag, but went on to make a name for herself away from it? That's Fujiko; she's an immensely talented wrestler, just like all these other signings.
Rachel laughs softly.
Redding: I may not agree with the personalities of Eli and Genie Carlson, for example, but they're world class wrestlers. Fujiko's proven she's one of the best wrestlers out there, and having her across the ring from me? That's a challenge worthy of "Big Match Rachel." Because this is where I made that name; this is where I've been across the squared circle from some of the best in the world, and I've planted my flag right there and said "I'm on this level!" You, Fujiko, are going to end up another on that list...and I can't wait.
She smirks, holding her title up to face level, before turning and walking away, letting it hang back over her shoulder as she leaves.
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Post by celeste on Dec 11, 2017 0:56:46 GMT -5
The scene fades in. Celeste is sitting alone in her locker room. The lights are dimmed to help stem the headache brewing under her skull. Her raven hair hangs in tangles down her nearly bare back. The fabric of her sports bra stretches as she gingerly attempts to slip an arm through her shirt sleeve. Her face grimaces. The effects of Genie’s submission still have not worn off even hours later.
A shaky sigh escapes her lips, making them tremble. Then with a frustrated grunt, Celeste whips the shirt across the room. She yelps in more pain as her muscles protest the abrupt action. Tears well up in her eyes and that's when she notices the camera.
Celeste: “Of course you find me. At one of the worst moments. This is not what the public usually sees. This is not what I want them to see. But I guess tonight will be an awakening for us all.”
Slowly, she stands and treads over to the shirt. Carefully, Celeste bends down to pick it up. One hand reaches as the other steadies her against the locker. After successfully taking the shirt up, she straightens out.
Celeste: “I'm left wondering just one question.”
She begins the arduous task of putting her shirt on.
Celeste: “Why. Why go overboard when all I did was make the challenge for the spirit of competition? I tapped. You should have let go. What was to gain?”
With the shirt finally on, Celeste turns to face the camera. She wipes the wetness from her eyes.
Celeste: “Do you have a point? I can only guess at what it may be. My mind has been racing since the match ended. There's a lot of reasons, but just one conclusion.”
Her bag is zipped up and she takes a moment to breathe. Her arms hold the bag and also hold her steady.
Celeste: “Tonight I learned that I can no longer wear my rose-colored glasses. That I need to let go of all the grandeur that is wrestling and being taken in by it all. I'm approaching the end of my first year wrestling professionally with nearly nothing to show for it.
This won't be over between us Genevieve. But I'm not going to whine to management. I'm not going to cry foul. I'm simply going to come for you. And I know you won't find it threatening. You are an accomplished champion with something to hold onto. Who am I right?”
Celeste shrugs her shoulders. Even that hurts.
Celeste: “I'm going to find that out. Very soon. In the meantime, I'll keep fighting. As cliche as this will sound, what happened tonight…
This means war.”
Celeste pushes past the camera and leaves the locker room. The scene then fades out.
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Post by Wally Lee on Dec 11, 2017 15:38:09 GMT -5
The camera crew resume their film to the outside of the back docks of the Palumbo Center. He tugged at his Christmas turtleneck as the cameras panned closer in to him and Santa Claus. Mr. Claus is kneeling over puking his eggnog out as Wally's texting away on his phone. He looks up towards the center frame of the camera with a big grin on his face before he spoke,
[WALLY LEE] “Well looks like I struck right on time for SAP tonight! Someone named Heidi tried to downplay the wave I’m riding, and not focus on the one crashing into her… Such an opportunity… Wiped out…
Wally stops as he turns to see Santa stumbling back towards him, with vomit particles plastered into his nasty beard.
[WALLY LEE] “It’s sad because I bet you had it on my boy Santa’s lost didn’t you… You wanted that belt back sooooooo bad… But it didn’t happen…
Heidi… This isn’t that SAP you were champion in… It’s a fucking wrestling renaissance period happening in this company. You have all of this talent packed so tightly together that you have to lock on a bomby-pack and explode into the forefront!”
Santa lurches over and gives out another round of his insides as he takes a knee on the cold asphalt top.
[WALLY LEE] “Heidi you put another notch on Andre’s belt… And that’s not okay with me... You have to be willing to put everything on the line in order to put your hands back on that belt…
I ain’t even touched it yet and I’m giving every match all I got… Let that sink in.”
Wally pauses for a moment letting a cold gust of Pennsylvania wind whip around his sweater. Santa is passed out now, laying merely inches away from his own sick.
[WALLY LEE] “You wanna know why I do it? It’s because I didn’t sign to SAP because I wanted to be just… another… wrestler… Nah. I wanted to be THE wrestler in Spirit and Pride Wrestling. And to do that Heidi babe it requires laser focus…
Look at tonight… I put my team on my back, just like I’m putting this whole company on my back when me and The Kids, head over to Scotland for those SSWA Trios belts! I am the laser! ,
Wally thrusted his fingers at the camera, the pointer first.
I am the focus!”
Followed by the “civil” one.
[WALLY LEE] “Heidi… It takes a special kind of wrestler to take this company to the next level… You got your Eli’s your Fujiko’s and whatevers… And you also have your Wally Lee.
And I’m out to prove that you and I… We exist on two different levels…
Wally scoffs a bit as he makes a sudden lightning fast jab that knocks the camera off of it’s tripod and down into the ground. Wally steps forward and starts to lean down into the camera
[WALLY LEE] “Guess who’s second?”
The camera feed promptly goes black as only the sounds of Santa chucking his guts horribly plays on a loop until everything fades.
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