Devlin Raine [vs.] Gordon Fury [vs.] Philip Joseph

Should be a barn burner!

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Devlin is not on his feet for more than a few seconds before Steel takes advantage, as he cracks Devlin in the chin with a shining wizard. Wasting no time he lifts Devlin into a military press, before bringing him down with the Divine Cutter!

Matt – Divine Cutter connects! But Steel still has to climb up the ladder!

Steel stands the ladder back up before slowly scaling it. He manages to make it to the top, as Devlin drags himself towards the bottom wrung of the ladder. Parker is still not moving.

Rick – Devlin is getting closer! Can he stop Steel Angel!

Steel tries to steady himself at the top of the ladder, but he is obviously light headed from the loss of blood. Devlin has almost reached the top when Steel finally grasps the briefcase!

Rick – He has it, but can he unclip it!

Devlin makes it up and is about to throw a punch to the ribs, but just as he goes to follow through, Steel unclips the title belt, falling to the ground below, title in hand. And everything slows down to slow motion as Steel Angel starts to lift the belt up..

Devlin works on a bag, face a little bandaged and the look on his face says th e whole story, he's pissed. Real pissed. It was so close so close!

And he has the nerve to say he hardly broke a sweat out there what a pompous arrogant self-absorbed jackass!

He kept working the bag some more and let otut a shout of frustration as he slams a few last punches into the bag and then leans against it , breathing in the manner of a man who's probably punched this bag far too much recently before he glances to the camera.

“I could be gracious I could say I did my best, I could turn around and congratulate Steel Angel but SA had to go and be a big man and be all 'Oh dude I hardly broke a sweat out there' you know what SA? Screw you..Screw you and your belt..You did more than work up a sweat and don't you fucking dare pretend other wise ..I had your ass! I fucking had it!”

There's a long sigh as he lens on the bag and then takes a breath, pushing off it as he looks down obviously disappointed with himself.

“But what's done is done, and it's becoming obvious that my style might have to change up, something is missing here that I'm sure I had before, aggression, it. that spark Maybe? I don't know, it's frustrating you know? To be so close..So close and then you fall..But. We fall so we can get back up again..And so I find myself facing Gordon Fury and Phillip Joseph, well of the two guys there I have something to front against one as Gordon is one up on me. But you know I can't Ignore Phillip just for the sake of vengeance can I ? So.. You're both gonna get a taste of a Pissed off Devlin, aren't you lucky?”

Devlin chuckles a little as his lips purse and he grins widely.

“No, you aren't lucky because Me Fourth wall bustering people on chairs is now just a -teaser- of the storm coming your direction Dev equals Devastation a Raine of Terror has begun and it's going to make an example out of a n Aussie and a guy with a silver spoon in his mouth!”
Devlin looks like he;s about to make a very immature gesture along the lines of a masturbatory gesture but stops himself short with a smirk.

“Of course with the wonders of a triple threat match we're going to be all trying to win so I have to keep an were open for both of these monkeys whilst doing my best to prove what We all know..I'm worth paying attention too..I promise you this though Fury..Joeseph..That Devlin Raine will do whatever it takes to win And well screw ya'll if you think you can do otherwise, as proof that your first win against me Fury was fluke.. A flash in the pan, an errant dart.. a lucky shot.”

A wry grin as he leans on in.

“I'll see ya'll then.. I promise..I'll be standing..Promise it..”

Slowly fade out of the promo..

Of course there's more to the story...

Devlin sits as she comes to join him, looking over the Oregon skyline a n arm slipping about his shoulders as he lets loose a sigh.

“Still going through with the head charge Devlin? Mind made up?”

He nodded to her as he sighs a little.

“What annoys me, is the fact he brushed me off like that Kate.. Let's face it ..That kinda wounded me. I mean I dumped his ass onto a chair I dunno I just think he's a pompous ass and needs to be taken down a peg or three..hell -all- of them do..Set the whole thing alight and walk the hell away as it burns, laughing my ass off..You know?”

She chuckles a little eyeing up to him some.

“That's just The voice of the guy who's pride Is wounded Devlin..you'll find away..I know you..you'll come up with a plan and damn anyone else..”

Devlin smiles at his love and kisses her forehead, god it was moments like this he was reminded why it was she was the most precious thing to him..She understood.

She always understood....Hopefully she'd understand more when the play was finally revealed.
So many little games so many little politics.

There was war going on , a real war Sides were to be chosen right now there was no third option because he didn't know the landscape well enough.

But soon enough..he'd show his hand.

Fin

The scene opens up to Philip's match and Violent Impulse

Rick- I think Vanessa Cade will…

All of a sudden, a squad of six ME Security personal walk out from backstage, carrying Vanessa Cade’s motionless body, the IWF Uprising Championship still strapped around her waist

Rick- What the hell is this?!

Matt- I guess we know who Chuck’s strike team was targeting

In the ring, Philip Joseph smiles wickedly as he hops up on the top turnbuckle, nodding his head. All of a sudden, “Words to Burn” by Rev Theory blasts out of the house PA system and Chuck Matthews walks out from backstage

Chuck Matthews:
Well…it would seem as though Vanessa Cade had a terrible, horrible, unfortunate accident backstage!

The crowd boo’s loudly as Chuck smiles deviously

Chuck Matthews:
Luckily my ME Security Team found her lying around backstage and brought her out here for her match! I mean, you all shouldn’t be boo’ing me, you should be cheering me! Because if it weren’t for me and the Matthews Enterprise Security Force, this match might not have happened!

The ME Security Personal bring Vanessa Cade down the entrance ramp and roll her motionless body into the ring. Meanwhile, on the stage, Chuck Matthews suddenly yells at the referee

Chuck Matthews:
Now…official…RING THE DAMN BELL!

Left with no other option, the referee calls for the bell
[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

Chuck Matthews walks down the entrance ramp and stands side by side with the ME Security Force members. Meanwhile, in the ring, Philip Joseph quickly sprints over to the nearest turnbuckle. Philip Joseph climbs to the top rope, surveys Vanessa Cade’s motionless body, and then leaps off the top turnbuckle, executing a Phoenix Splash

Rick- Champagne Supernova!

Matt- This is a damn shame…

Philip Joseph hooks Vanessa Cade’s legs as the ref counts

-1-

-2-

-3-

The ref calls for the bell

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

Thompson- Here is your winner…and NEW Uprising Champion…Philip Joseph

Chuck Matthews walks around the outside of the ring and rips the IWF Uprising Championship out of the hands of the time keeper. Chuck then slides into the ring and walks over to Philip Joseph. Chuck hands Philip Joseph the IWF Uprising Championship and the two men embrace before Philip Joseph holds the Uprising Championship up high. All the while, the fans boo and chant

“YOU SOLD OUT!”
“YOU SOLD OUT!”
“YOU SOLD OUT!”

Rick- The fans letting Philip Joseph know that they think he sold out to Chuck and Bad Company

Matt- I don’t know…Chuck and Philip Joseph clearly had a deal made. Philip Joseph is doing the right thing for his career by aligning with Chuck and Bad Company.

Rick- WHAT?! HOW COULD YOU EVEN SAY THAT?!

Matt- I didn’t say it was the right or even popular thing to do…I simply said it was a good thing to do in terms of his career!

The camera focuses in on Chuck Matthews and Philip Joseph, who are standing side by side with Chuck hold Philip Joseph’s wrist aloft in victory, before cutting to commercial

The Scene cuts back and we see Philip Joseph standing in his locker room holding his new Uprising Championship.

I am The new Uprising Champion who would of thought? Corey booked me in the match and Chuck helped me win it. See Corey thought he was going to be bringing another Championship to the Empire but lets just say, I had other plans. See I was looking to stick around with The Empire but when I was approached by Chuck to join Bad company, I had no other choice but to join forces. I mean what has The Empire really done for me? I mean yeah they helped me rid of John Tolly but other then that I was just Corey's puppet. Well guess what I am not a puppet Corey.

Philip walks over to his mirror and places his Uprising Championship around his waist and begins to admire himself..

God I look good. Corey you and the rest of the Empire can be mad all you want. I know that Baron and a few others had a few things to say about the way I did you guys in. But Guess what I did what I had to do. Chuck and Bad Company was the best choice. Sorry Corey had to do it.

Philip chuckles as he walks over to his dresser and places his Championship on the top of it. He then begins to change out of his ring gear and get into his out on the town clothes.

Anyways on to this week. I get to face off against Devlin Raine and Gordon fury. I dont know much about these 2 guys except for the fact that Gordon has sided with Corey and The Empire. Well Gordon I hope you enjoy being a lap dog and working with a man who will do nothing for your career.

Philip beings to button up his dress shirt. He then tosses on his Armani Jacket and Gucci shades.

You see gentleman I am the Future of this company. You think Chuck didn't pick me for a reason. He knows what he is doing and he knows what I am capable of. The question is do you? See we don't know much about each other. You have no idea what I am willing to do. I will end careers if it means it will better mine. Just keep that in mind boys.

Philip chuckles as he walks over to his Dresser and picks up his Uprising Title and slings it over his shoulder.

This week you two along with the rest of IWF will get to finally see what I am able to do. I am coming to some damage. I hope you two are ready.

Philip opens his door and heads down the hall towards the parking garage, he opens the door and his driver is there waiting for him.

You have been warned. Don't say I didn't tell you so. I am the Champagne Superstar, I am the Current, the Present and THE FUTURE!!! you haven's seen anything yet. See you at Battle grounds Boys.

Philip laughs as the driver opens the door to his limo and two lovely ladies are inside waiting for him. The driver shuts the door as the scene ends.

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The scene opens with Gordon inside the drivers seat of a car. He is still in his wrestling gear, and by the way he looks, it is after his match at Violent Impulse. The car is still in the carpark, as Gordon just sits, rests his head back, and take a deep breath.

Gordon Fury: Well, that was an interesting evening.

Suddenly a ringing can be heard beside Gordon and he looks down at his phone on the passenger seat before picking it up and answering it, putting it on loudspeaker and putting it on his lap. He makes no effort to mask how he is feeling.

Gordon Fury: Hello, who is this?

?: Well, is that any way to greet your mother?

Gordon's face lights up as he laughs.

Gordon Fury: Sorry mum, had a rough night. How is everyone?

Mum: We are all doing fine here, nothing has changed really. And yeh watched Violent Impulse on T.V. Are you ok?

Gordon Fury: Yeh mum I'm fine, I'm just sorry you all had to see me get punked out like that. Oh by the way, did you get the money I sent you?

Mum: Yes we got the money yesterday. You know you don't have to send us money, we are doing fine.

Gordon Fury: I know I don't HAVE to Mum.

A short silence follows before Mum breaks the silence.

Mum: And as for what happened during your match, Even despite the result, we are all very proud of you.

The next sentence is spoken in a very heart felt matter.

Mum: Your brother would have been so proud of you as well.

Gordon's smile drops as he gazes out of the windscreen to the stars on the horizon.

Gordon Fury: I hope so Mum. I really do.

Gordon glances down to his dashboard clock.

Gordon Fury: Well Mum it was great to hear from you but I have to get going, got an early flight.

Mum: Of course Gordon, and it was great to hear from you too. Have a safe trip. I love you.

Gordon Fury: Love you too. Bye.

Gordon picks up the phone and hangs up, before putting it back beside him. He can't help but smile as he leans forward and start the car. The scene fades to black.

The scene opens in the Empire's locker room. Gordon Fury is sitting in a posh looking armchair in from of a plasma screen T.V. He is in his casual attire, consisting of a plain white t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Although technically an official member of the Empire, Gordon looks awkward as fuck in his posh surroundings. His focus however seems fixed on the television screen, as he picks up the remote from beside him and presses rewind, followed by play. The scene shows the end of Gordon's match at Violent Impulse, in particular the part where Gordon is hit from behind with the baseball bat. He rewinds it once more and watches it again before hitting pause on the impact and putting down the remote.

Gordon Fury: Un-fucking-believable. My first pay-per-view match, and I am already getting screwed out of matches. 3 weeks in total I believe. That's pretty quick, even for me. But you are going to be sorry that you stuck your nose where it didn't belong. No Logan, I'm not talking to you, you are faaaaar to stupid to have an idea of your own, you are merely a puppet. I am talking to the puppet master himself, Chuck Matthews. Chuck were you really that butthurt that I turned you down? I mean really? I mean obviously the intent was to make an example, but I don't truly think you have realised what you have done. You have given me a goal. And when I have a goal Chuck, nothing will stop me from reaching it.

Gordon gestures at the room around him.

Gordon Fury: This should be evidence enough. Before you pulled that shit at Violent Impulse I would NEVER have joined the Empire, and yet here I am. Because I will stop at nothing until you and Bad Company are gone from IWF for good. You can count on it.

Gordon leans forward and switches off the T.V, before leaning back into the chair.

Gordon Fury: But that is for another time. Right now I have to worry about Devlin Raine and Phillip Joseph. I suppose i'll start with the Devil I know.

Devlin, I understand you must be pissed, believe me. You were literally a fist away from that title, and everyone knows it could have gone either way. What annoys is that Steel's segment “wounded” you? Why the fuck would it wound you? Oh no, A member of the IWF roster being a conceited, self-obsessed jackass. I have NEVER seen that before.

Obvious sarcasm is obvious.

Gordon Fury: This is why you always come so close, but just miss out Devlin, you take everything to heart. Because you lost you feel like you are doing something wrong, that something needs to change. With every loss you are losing confidence in yourself, and if you don't believe 100% that you are going to win, how do you expect to? Sometimes people are just better than you on the night, plain and simple. It has happened to me many times, and will continue to happen over the course of my career. But I get up, and I work even harder, determined to not let it happen again. Losses for me galvanise who I am Devlin, whereas for you they slowly but surely break you down. If you don't do something about it, not only am I going to beat you again Devlin, but your career is destined to fail. We will see if history will repeat itself come Battlegrounds.

Now we come to Philip Joseph.

Gordon makes a face as though he ate something foul. He quickly gets out of the chair and walks over to a water cooler over the other side of the room. He quickly takes a drink before swishing it in his mouth and spitting it down the drain.

Gordon Fury: Excuse me, that name just leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Now I suppose congratulations are in order, so congratulations or “winning” The Uprising title you traitorous, lying, scrap picking piece of shit. I have to apologise for every bad thing I have said to my opponents up to this point, because compared to you, they are all fucking saints. You are everything that is wrong with wrestling wrapped up in a nice, arsehole licking, shit eating package. I hate everything about you Phillip, from your head to your toes. I mean you went and you backstabbed the man that gave you everything? Are you fucking serious? See I don't give a shit that you backstabbed the Empire, I have little love for them myself. They are allies of convenience, nothing more. But just think about what you did for a second. The Empire is currently in a war with Bad Company, meaning that every Empire member is gunning for Bad Company members. By doing what you did, you put a giant target on your back. You have successfully pissed off every single member of the Empire, and the only other person to manage that is Chuck Matthews. And you are in a WAY worse position than Chuck Matthews. So have fun watching your back.

Phillip you do have skill in that ring, but ever since you have set foot in this company, you have been handed everything. Whether it be from Corey or Chuck, you have successfully managed to avoid earning anything you have achieved, including that title you are currently staining. Come Battlegrounds, you won't have anyone pulling strings for you. You are finally going to have to put up or shut up, and the at the end of that match, you will finally EARN something. A beat down, from your truly.

Gordon walks over to the locker room door and opens it.

Gordon Fury: I hope you boys are prepared, because I am done losing, and I am coming at you both determined to put you in the ground. It's time to face the fury...

Gordon walks out the door and it shuts behind me. Suddenly the door opens again and Gordon pokes his head into the room.

Gordon Fury: ...Mate.

He pokes his head back out, the door closes, and the scene fades to black.

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