ISM President Sebastian Krull was on hand to roll out the details of the next card, ISM 2 - taking place on Saturday in Buffalo.
Headlining the show is Chris Constantine, Jr. vs. Jason Cashe. After Cashe beat AJ Knight last week, we felt this was the natural match to make. Cashe has expressed interest in the tag team division and a win over both AJ and Constantine would most definitely earn him a shot at their titles. For Constantine, it's his first singles match here... but the guy's good, I like him a lot. I want to see what he does against someone like Cashe.
Red Tiger Kid vs. Iron Orca. Two masked men in the middleweight division, but polar opposites in styles. RTK is a high-flyer and Orca relies on strikes and submissions. Bryan Blaze doesn't have any challengers lined up for his Middleweight title... so this match could have big ramifications.
Germany vs. the USA! Cygnus is a taekwando specialist, mixing in some high-flying - he's two hundred pounds, someone I could see transitioning to middleweight easily. His style could cause some trouble for the heavyweights though. Jack Danielson's a great test. A solid brawler possessing some technical skills. Should be a fun match!
Krull gathers his notes.
Any questions? We have some fighters attending, while others will be live via video call momentarily.
Post by James Edwards on Sept 11, 2019 2:19:45 GMT
Krull gets a surprised look on his face as he gets news in his ear piece.
Sebastian Krull Really? He's calling in now? Are you sure?
A moment or two passes. Krull nods his head.
Sebastian Krull Well patch him through.
The lights dim and a screen rolls down. The Skype icon fills the screen and a moment later familiar face is on it.
James Edwards Something tells me that y'all weren't expectin' to see this.
The crowd of assembled journalists begins to murmur. Edwards flashes a quick grin but his face is instantly back to business a moment later.
James Edwards Listen, I ain't here take any questions. Everything y'all will wanna know, I'm about to say. Yeah, I've signed on with DYNAMISM. It ain't for a set amount of time. This is a handshake deal. The company and I will keep doing business until we get seek of each other. I'v been gone a few months since the Lion's Road reboot died or shifted into this thing. I don't care what happened. I went to big promotions and was miserable there. I hated the bullshit politics and the egos. I know you can't run from egos in this sport but some are better than most, and I can stand most of the assholes here because they are damn good in the ring. I'm back to find my love for the sport again by fightin' in the Great Lakes again. I don't care about belts this time around. If I win one or two, awesome. If I just end up with smiles because of a few good throw downs than even better. Thanks for the time and I'll be seeing y'all soon.
The feeds cuts out and the lights go back as Krull assumes control of the proceedings again.
Post by jackdanielson on Sept 12, 2019 8:35:57 GMT
A series of small but distracting crashes can be heard from the background. Sebastian Krull looks behind him, rather confused, as the Jack Danielson stumbles out of the back, looking like he was just mauled by someone. He's got a Beats Pill in one hand, blasting some Skynard, and in the other hand the Pollomania/Dynamism AAA Championship. He scurries up to the podium, tips his invisible hat to Krull, who is looking at Danielson with absolute flabbergast on his face. Jack doesn't seem to car though as he leans into the microphone.
JACK DANIELSON Now, Imma make this real quick, because there's some people after me.
He looks at his surroundings right quick.
JACK DANIELSON Now I know y'all know me, Ol' Jacky boy. I'm here to drink some beer and kick some ass. I like this Dynamism place, and I like being your 4x, longest reigning Anytime Anywhere Anyplace Champion. I'm out here dodging Moondogs, Orcas, and every type of pollo imaginable. But that ain't what this is about.
You see, this Dynamism isn't the wacky whatnot of Pollomania. I know this, you know this, errybody tryna take my title from me knows this. We all know it. This is serious work, and I gotta conduct myself as such, but it's hard to do that when you kill a literal toilet to get where you are in life, ya know?
The audience seems to be a little turned off by whatever Jack is going on about, but another series of small crashes is heard from the otherside. This causes the Face of the Fans to grab his title and get in defense mode.
JACK DANIELSON Now y'all know that I'm under a lot of stress being the AAA champion, but I'm taking it in stride, ya know? I'm using this bad boy to get myself over, and that's what Imma keep doing. No Fun Justin gone get what's coming to him. Bald ass bitch who wanna jump me, then cheapshot my brother just to choke against ol' ginga ninja and we ain't havin it.
As for my next match, ol' Cygnuts is going to have a grand ol' type hoping on the Yee Yee Machine. We gone punch, we gon kick, we going to do all the cool lucha things we don't do. It'll be a real specticular torsion and y'all are gonna love it. I like Cygs. I like to roll'em, and I like to smoke them. I know a lot about Cys, because spend too much money on Cygs, and that's why I'm on the patch. However, I I don't know much about German Heavyweight Kungfu Masters, but Imma treat Cyggy-nus like any other ciggy I've smoked in my liftime. He can do all the cool naruto flippy shit, but I can dodge a drop kick from a bear, shotgun a beer while pinning a bitch, and used my hankerchief to choke dear friends out. I did all of that to win this AAA title, and if anyone tries to take this tri-
Sebastian Krull walks up behind Jack, and rolls him up. A referee who had been hiding in plain sight dives to make the count. 1... 2... KICKOUT BY THE CHAMPION THE STREAK CONTINUES!!!
JACK DANIELSON SEE! Now you done it Krullboy, now I gotta get fined...
As Jack looks like he might be thinking of possibly maybe getting payback on his boss, a myriad of Dynamism undercarders, some special guest, a guy dressed as The Hamburglar, and even Grady the Intern from NVR come through the curtain. Jack spins around leans into the microphone and screams.
JACK DANIELSON That's my que, maestro play my music.
Jack hits play on his phone as Freebird begins to play from the small speaker he had as he chucks it at someone, pelting them in the nose. He throws up a peace sign, screaming "Yee Yee" as he books it away from the impending doom.
Post by chrisconstantinejr on Sept 14, 2019 3:13:49 GMT
-Chris Constantine Jr. waits for Danielson to walk past him as he holds onto Olivia tightly as he’s not sure if Danielson will either attack or spit on him. A look of disgust consumes CCJ’s face as he’s not impressed by Jack and his fashion. Walking onto the stag he’s about to sit on the chair but stops as he realizes that Danielson had been sitting on it. Not wanting to touch the microphone that Jack had been using either, he yells over at Redd Thunder, CCJ’s personal bodyguard, to help him out,
Chris Constantine Jr: “REDD! I’m not sitting on this chair or using this microphone. It’s covered in Jacks germs! Plus it smells like cheap beer and bad life choices and I refuse to use such filth. ”
Redd makes his way over and tosses the chair and the microphone off stage, leaving a whole in a wall. Looking around, he points over at a reporter and yells at him to give him his chair. The reporter is confused at first but when he sees Redd making his way over to him he nearly pisses his pants as Redd picks him up and tosses him into a nearby snack table. Redd places the chair behind the table and is about o leave when Chris reminds him about a new microphone. Redd looks around the room, hoping to find a new microphone but isn’t able to find one. He finally does find one when he corners Sebastian Krull and demands for him to hand over a microphone. A stage hand quickly comes over and hands Redd the microphone, who in turn, hands it to CCJ. While all of this was going on, CCJ had lit up a cigar and was having a blast watching Redd destroy the press room. With a new chair and a new microphone, CCJ makes his way behind the table and finally addresses the media.
Naoki:Chris Constantine Jr. “So what’s this place called now these days? I mean when I first showed up it was MLWA and it was based in Canada. Eli Buchanan fucks MLWA up and it gets eaten up by Maximum Japan. Then Maximum Japan LEAVES Japan and it gets eaten up by PMLL and it’s Lucha Style of Wrestling. Now we leave the Lucha Style in Mexico and now we’re Dynamism where we wrestle in America and Canada. Is that about right or close to right? And all of this hasn’t happened in the past couple of years. This has happened in the past few months. It’s chaos around here and I don’t know what the future of this place is. I mean I’ve been told that this time around it’s going to be stable and no longer will I have to see a different name on the paycheck, but I highly doubt it. Of course I blame Eli for all of this. And with him being the Champion he should have some input on the direction of this promotion. But just like everything else he touches, Dynamism will crumble. That is unless there’s a new champion holding the belt. A champion who knows what they’re doing. A champion who would help lead this promotion to the promise land! Like me! But Eli is to afraid to face me and soooo I’m stuck facing my next opponent. Jason Cashe.”
Leaning back in his chair, Chris kicks his feet up on the table to show off his thousand dollar custom made shoes and let’s out a string of smoke before speaking again.
Naoki:Chris Constantine Jr. “Now Cashe is a great wrestler. I’m not going to trash what he’s done and what he’s accomplished in 4CW, Seattle Pro, SCUM, and any other promotion he’s been apart of. I’m going to need to be at the top of my game and probably need some extra luck from my wife to take down Mr. Cashe. But I can tell you right now, I don’t like Cashe. I don’t like the way he looks. I don’t like his tone of voice. I hate how he tweets. I hate his mannerisms. I hate the people he hangs around with. I’m afraid that when I lock up with him that I might catch an STD. It looks like he hasn’t taken a shower in over a year and that he probably has food from last month stuck in his beard. Hell, I’m afraid that he might not want to wrestle me and go straight for my wife and try to....to....to....rape her.”
A scared Olivia leans over and gives CCJ a hug. CCJ gently pats her head and whispers in her ear that everything will be ok.
Naoki:Chris Constantine Jr. “Now I know Cashe wants to know my demons and see what keeps me up at night and if I have some type of physiological mask to cover up my real feelings. But if Mr. Cashe wants to crawl down that rabbit hole of trying to make this personal then let’s get into a heated rivalry where the pay day will be a big one at the end of the day, because at least for me, that’s what wrestling is at the end of the day. Right now this is some one off fight that’s not paying enough for me to get into the muck and mud with you. So if you want to hype yourself up and make this seem like it’s a million dollar type of pay day in a big city like New York City or Chicago in front of millions of people, go right ahead. But this is a thousand dollar match that’s happening in Buffalo in front of a handful of people that not deserve to see me wrestle. So play the lovable Jason Cashe that everyone either hates or loves and I’ll be my usual self....the man wearing a custom made thousand dollar suit. The man with the most beautiful women in wrestling today. The man that’s going to kick your ass. That man, Mr. Cashe, is me. Chris....Constantine....Jr.
Chris takes one last puff from the cigar before extinguishing on the table before walking off with Olivia by his side.
"Is it on? Can you see me?"It was Jason Cashe but to those seeing him appear on the screen via skype. You had to stare at the image to realize he was being seen through glass. A sliding door opens and it becomes clearer that he is in the shower.
"We good? Ohh I see everyone is awake from that 'how to' on press conferences by Chris Constantine. I want to thank him actually because it came to my attention that I hadn't taken a shower in a couple of days. So thanks Chris!"
Giving the live video conference a nod. The screen freezes briefly. The lens on Cashe's side was getting moisture on it which probably didn't help things. Correcting the feed after a moment, Cashe has time jumped and is now scrubbing shampoo into his beard. It lathers up and turns it white."When they said I could phone it in.. I bet they didn't imagine they'd be given a show as well! Hello ladies! Grrrr.."
Pausing to step under the downpour from the shower head. Cashe rinses the beard and the soap rolls down his neck and chest."I'm not liked. My tweeting bothers him, annoys him I'm sure. Most of the garbage spewed by a man who otherwise reeks of entitlement has been heard time and time again.
How empty can one man's insults be? I don't shower which.. CLEARLY isn't the truth! Got Em! That I might give you an STD? You said you don't like my tweeting but throughout the YEARS I have been on twitter, I have always made it clear I am terrified of STDs and get tested often. They scare me in fact like a deep ocean full of sharks but you, Constantine are barely one of them. You credited me with a rundown of the places I've been but what have I been or done in Lions Road or Seattle Pro until recently? You don't even place the time to study someone deeper than the cover of which they appear to you. What I have, who I am, what I might do to your wife.."
Done in the shower. He turns the faucet off and grabs a towel hanging slightly off screen. Stepping out from the sliding door, he wraps himself in the towel. Then proceeds to shake dry his face and upper body. Like a dog.
"She couldn't handle this DiOGee style.. A preference really. She clearly chose money and wealth over everything else. You look as plastic as a Ken doll with a cheesy smile. Rape though? I mean white women slept with black men at one time and when they got caught, it too was rape in claim. She wouldn't be the first or the last to come over on a Sunday to get melted like a Sundae, ya dig? I don't need to rape but the reach of labels suits you."
Squinting as he looks at the time he has been on video chat. He had other shit to do. Prepare himself, get things together to go 32 bit in on Chris Constantine at another ISM event.
"If it's not clear by this point. I don't much care if you like me. I'm not a fan of your type either and it's honestly much of the same petty, judgmental labels that you yourself use. The difference is, I don't need them to tear you down. Redd Thunder? I'll crush your punk ass throat closed if you do my boy dirty, on my Momma.
You sit there in your fancy suits. With your fancy bitch who poses with you like you bought her on a plantation. You want to judge me in a negative light and not know me outside of these common ass labels? Cool. You are a clone to me. Someone you can find 100 times over at most Frat houses. Someone who walks flashy as a compensation to the growing interior insecurities that we as humans have. So where as you've labeled me Chris, you seem very familiar to me as well. Like a picture frame purchased with a picture already in the frame. You're posed. A Poser. Keep you glam, keep your spotlights. I know you're an athlete worth the fight and that is the ONLY reason you have my attention.."
Sticking a toothbrush into his cheek, he adjusts it so he can still speak."And your chick? I don't fuck with pussy that tastes like perfume.. just the same, I could never be friends with you. Same reason. See you in New York.."