Post by AJ Riles on Aug 24, 2010 1:10:54 GMT -5
The "Soldier of Fortune" Chance Louthan shocked MWL when he took part in a two-on-one assault on Adrian Cole alongside new MWL talent Travis Taylor following their bout at Domination.
As Chance and the stranger stand over the unconscious Adrian Cole, Chance calls to the ring hand for a microphone. The ring hand throws the mic in to Chance who catches it out of the air and, with a deep breath, gestures to himself. "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall, the Soldier of Fortune, Chance!" Chance calls. The fans respond with a deafening chorus of boos. After waiting for the crowd to settle, Chance continues.
"First, allow me to introduce my new tag team partner, Travis Taylor." Chance gestures to the stranger beside him, who holds up one hand, the one holding the lead pipe. Travis is greeted only by another chorus of boos. "Now, from this day onward, you all shall know me as Chance Louthan. And let it be known, everyone, that we are the future MWL World Tag Team Champions, the Noizy Tribe!" Chance raises his hands overhead, soaking in yet another resounding chorus of boos from the crowd. After a brief couple of moments, Chance whips the microphone into the crowd, and climbs out of the ring, making his exit with Travis Taylor and leaving Adrian Cole behind.
--"Soldier of Fortune" Chance Louthan--
"Did you think I was kidding when I said I was going to take my place by force?" Chance asks with a snort as he sits upon a bench in the upper levels of the MWL arena, a single elbow draped over his elevated knee. He looks down to the ring for a brief second before turning back to the camera. "My entire career I've been standing in somebody's shadow, held back by their 'legacy'. Guys like Magnum, guys like Adrian Cole, the guys who are so far past their prime and yet refuse to fade into the background so that guys like me, guys at the top of our game, can have our time to shine. Well, if I have to remove them all by force, then so be it. I just happened to find some new blood in Travis Taylor that felt the same way, so we decided to band together. Rest assured fans, the landscape of MWL is about to change in a big way."
--Jim Norris, new MWL World Tag Team Champion--
"Are me and Nick worried about Noizy Tribe?" Jim asks. He looks up and shakes his hand, indicating uncertainty. "As far as these titles go? I think we're probably more concerned with the rematch with Trigger. David and Scott have been tearing up the tag division lately, y'know? But Chance's mean streak lately... That's something I haven't seen the likes of since AJ first came into the company for the first Dead Heat tournament. So...yes. To a point. We're worried about our well-being, but if Noizy Tribe wants the tag titles, they have to win them in a sanctioned match. And that means they have to go up the ladder first."
--Lucas Reinhardt--
Lucas tugs on the towel draped around his neck as he looks up toward the ceiling and sighs. "I suppose to a point I can understand what Chance is trying to say. It's frustrating to be at your peak and be held down by more established guys, but what Chance has done the past couple of weeks is just absolutely digusting. He didn't need to attack Adrian the way he did after their first match and after the match tonight. And y'know what? I'm willing to bet money that it was Chance's new little butt buddy that laid out Adrian Wednesday night. If Noizy Tribe isn't careful, they'll end up making a lot of enemies really fast with their attitudes right now..."
Domination also saw MWL's most technically sound competitor, Nathan Rozman, issue an open challenge to the MWL locker room, which led to a losing effort against relative newcomer Ramesh Nalli.
--Nathan Rozman--
"I suppose really, it's my fault for not being more specific with my challenge." Nathan ponders, scratching his chin as a conversation between Bryan Krash and Keith Kizairian carries on behind him in the NEX-GEN locker room. "Or, maybe, just maybe, it's MWL's fault for not holding more respect for traditional wrestling, hmm?" Nathan stretches his arm before continuing. "Will I continue the open challenges? You better believe it. But just know, I expect anyone answering my call to take part in a REAL wrestling match."
In the most brutal match-up of the evening, Freaky successfully defended the MWL World Hardcore Championship in a tables match against Craig McDaniels which lasted for nearly 40 minutes.
--Freaky, MWL World Hardcore Champion--
Freaky was sitting in a recliner in the hallway, the MWL Hardcore Title in his lap and taking a swig from his usual bottle of Yuengling. "I go into matches like that expecting to get beat around, bleed a little, eventually slam the guy with Straitjacket, get my hand raised, go back to the locker room, and enjoy a cold one." Freaky took another swig. "What I don't expect is for the opponent to be a damn little cockroach and not know when to stay down. I'll give Craig that he can take it as well as he can bring it, but in my playground, you play by my rules, and I change the rules every five minutes." Freaky lifted up the title to be more in the camera. "I'm not stopping here though. Let's just say that MWL is in for some...well, in for some real Hardcore Television."
--Michael Jamborgh, MWL Founder--
"Those two boys tore the house down tonight! Hell, if I didn't know better, I'd think that was our main event! So, are these two going to be meeting again in the future? Hell, yes! I doubt the fans are going to be against seeing Freaky and Craig butt heads again." Michael grins. "Stay tuned, people. I'm sure it'll be just as tense."
As Chance and the stranger stand over the unconscious Adrian Cole, Chance calls to the ring hand for a microphone. The ring hand throws the mic in to Chance who catches it out of the air and, with a deep breath, gestures to himself. "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall, the Soldier of Fortune, Chance!" Chance calls. The fans respond with a deafening chorus of boos. After waiting for the crowd to settle, Chance continues.
"First, allow me to introduce my new tag team partner, Travis Taylor." Chance gestures to the stranger beside him, who holds up one hand, the one holding the lead pipe. Travis is greeted only by another chorus of boos. "Now, from this day onward, you all shall know me as Chance Louthan. And let it be known, everyone, that we are the future MWL World Tag Team Champions, the Noizy Tribe!" Chance raises his hands overhead, soaking in yet another resounding chorus of boos from the crowd. After a brief couple of moments, Chance whips the microphone into the crowd, and climbs out of the ring, making his exit with Travis Taylor and leaving Adrian Cole behind.
--"Soldier of Fortune" Chance Louthan--
"Did you think I was kidding when I said I was going to take my place by force?" Chance asks with a snort as he sits upon a bench in the upper levels of the MWL arena, a single elbow draped over his elevated knee. He looks down to the ring for a brief second before turning back to the camera. "My entire career I've been standing in somebody's shadow, held back by their 'legacy'. Guys like Magnum, guys like Adrian Cole, the guys who are so far past their prime and yet refuse to fade into the background so that guys like me, guys at the top of our game, can have our time to shine. Well, if I have to remove them all by force, then so be it. I just happened to find some new blood in Travis Taylor that felt the same way, so we decided to band together. Rest assured fans, the landscape of MWL is about to change in a big way."
--Jim Norris, new MWL World Tag Team Champion--
"Are me and Nick worried about Noizy Tribe?" Jim asks. He looks up and shakes his hand, indicating uncertainty. "As far as these titles go? I think we're probably more concerned with the rematch with Trigger. David and Scott have been tearing up the tag division lately, y'know? But Chance's mean streak lately... That's something I haven't seen the likes of since AJ first came into the company for the first Dead Heat tournament. So...yes. To a point. We're worried about our well-being, but if Noizy Tribe wants the tag titles, they have to win them in a sanctioned match. And that means they have to go up the ladder first."
--Lucas Reinhardt--
Lucas tugs on the towel draped around his neck as he looks up toward the ceiling and sighs. "I suppose to a point I can understand what Chance is trying to say. It's frustrating to be at your peak and be held down by more established guys, but what Chance has done the past couple of weeks is just absolutely digusting. He didn't need to attack Adrian the way he did after their first match and after the match tonight. And y'know what? I'm willing to bet money that it was Chance's new little butt buddy that laid out Adrian Wednesday night. If Noizy Tribe isn't careful, they'll end up making a lot of enemies really fast with their attitudes right now..."
Domination also saw MWL's most technically sound competitor, Nathan Rozman, issue an open challenge to the MWL locker room, which led to a losing effort against relative newcomer Ramesh Nalli.
--Nathan Rozman--
"I suppose really, it's my fault for not being more specific with my challenge." Nathan ponders, scratching his chin as a conversation between Bryan Krash and Keith Kizairian carries on behind him in the NEX-GEN locker room. "Or, maybe, just maybe, it's MWL's fault for not holding more respect for traditional wrestling, hmm?" Nathan stretches his arm before continuing. "Will I continue the open challenges? You better believe it. But just know, I expect anyone answering my call to take part in a REAL wrestling match."
In the most brutal match-up of the evening, Freaky successfully defended the MWL World Hardcore Championship in a tables match against Craig McDaniels which lasted for nearly 40 minutes.
--Freaky, MWL World Hardcore Champion--
Freaky was sitting in a recliner in the hallway, the MWL Hardcore Title in his lap and taking a swig from his usual bottle of Yuengling. "I go into matches like that expecting to get beat around, bleed a little, eventually slam the guy with Straitjacket, get my hand raised, go back to the locker room, and enjoy a cold one." Freaky took another swig. "What I don't expect is for the opponent to be a damn little cockroach and not know when to stay down. I'll give Craig that he can take it as well as he can bring it, but in my playground, you play by my rules, and I change the rules every five minutes." Freaky lifted up the title to be more in the camera. "I'm not stopping here though. Let's just say that MWL is in for some...well, in for some real Hardcore Television."
--Michael Jamborgh, MWL Founder--
"Those two boys tore the house down tonight! Hell, if I didn't know better, I'd think that was our main event! So, are these two going to be meeting again in the future? Hell, yes! I doubt the fans are going to be against seeing Freaky and Craig butt heads again." Michael grins. "Stay tuned, people. I'm sure it'll be just as tense."
