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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 9:02 pm

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Hundreds of thousands of people around the world watched what had happened tonight. Everybody in the back. Everyone in the live audience. Hell, even Matt Shanahan himself had a front row seat to the massacre that had unfolded in the ring. Damon Pierce himself was watching from the second level concessions, seeing as he had an entrance to make and a match to get underway. However, he wasn't dressed in his typical competing look. Seeing as he was being put up against some nobody that he had yet to see roam the backstage area or even hear to be contractually signed to BBW, he felt he had nothing to worry about. Hell, he would just beat the hell out of the person one, two, three. Coming from his just barely considered loss against Hiro, Damon felt no need to take a simple exhibition match seriously. At least not this one. It would be a cake walk and either the jobber would show up, or not. Either way, Damon had plans regardless. He'd have a microphone in his hands and a free outlet to say whatever he pleased.

Damon was seating himself at one of the public eating tables while watching one of the television screens attached to one of the walls in the vicinity. He saw Blackjack personally take out a knife and stab Hiro in the back, literally and figuratively in the middle of the ring. Not only that, but Blackjack broke the knife off inside Hiro's body, then began pummeling Hiro with hard shots and submissions. The amount of blood on the ramp and trailing up the stage when Blackjack dragged Hiro along behind him? Pretty heavy. No doubt that Hiro would be out for good, if not never wrestling again. Which Damon was fully amused and content with. One unnecessary wrestler down, one more to go. Hiro wasn't important to BBW. He was replaceable. Easy. Blackjack? Likewise. Just because he was the new BBW Champion didn't mean he earned it the right way or truly deserved it. Hell, Blackjack was a threat to the locker room and the fact that Shanahan still felt it wise to keep him under a contract? Damon could challenge that decision easily. But he wouldn't.

Instead, he would air his complaints and let loose on the microphone like he should do. He would dwell upon several topics, including himself and many other issues he had in his mind he wanted to air out. He wanted to let the whole locker room know just how he felt about his position in the company and how he felt as a wrestling talent. Where his opponents ranked in his own personal chart and Damon himself simply just blow off steam. Damon had slowly sat up after a few minutes of watching the television screen turn to a commercial while the cleaning crew no doubt took to cleaning the stage and the ramp while on commercial break. Upon the return to the show, the sight of the commentators recapping the televised audience what had happened in the ring as well as showing video clips of the incident would be seen. This was Damon's cue to walk towards the curtain dividing the concession area from the live audience through a small tunnel. No one could see Damon behind the curtain. But once his music started playing, they would now.

The sight of Damon appearing from in front of the curtain after moving it aside would not only be seen from the rows of live audience closest to him. But now there would be a spotlight overhead cast down upon his figure as he descended down the aisle of stairs towards the ring. Damon's face covered by his hood that was draped over his head and pulled down over his forehead. the zipper of his hoodie unzipped to display his tight liquid white colored underarmor clung to his pectorals and abdomen. The sleeves of the hoodie were pulled down over his arms and ended at his wrists where his gloves were worn. Typical wrestling attire from the waist down, but just no SWAT vest tonight or arm bands. The crowd was an honest mixture of boos and indifferent cheers for Damon, seeing as he did put up a valiant effort in the match against Hiro, despite losing. He didn't expect them to cheer for him for the rest of the night however, especially after what he would have to say. Finally, he had made it to the concrete floor and hopped the barricade.

"Making his way to the ring. From Cleveland, Ohio. Weighing two-hundred pounds.. Damon Pierce!"

Walking over to the time keeper and extending his hand for a mic, he was handed one as the commentators spoke about how Damon wrestled in the title match against Hiro. Also stating how they were unsure about Damon's intentions tonight and noting how he wasn't in his typical wrestling gear. Not only that, but tonight being the first time he had entered the arena from a different tunnel and not the typical left or right side of an arena. Today, was from a tunnel on the second level far up behind the commentators desk. Now that he was in possession of a microphone and the ring announcer had made his way out of the ring at Damon's signaling, Damon had the ring to himself. A ring which would no doubt hold an eerie aura to it, given the fact that the promo between Hiro and Blackjack started in the ring, and ended viciously on the stage. Despite the blood being cleaned up, the memory was still there. "Cut the music" Damon would call out loudly that way the music technician in the back could hear him.

Now that his music had faded, Damon could begin to talk and unleash his verbal onslaught with no care of concern of who he buried with his speech. "As I was seated in the concession stand eating area, I couldn't help but take a look at what was going on in the ring. So, I bought myself a Mountain Dew Code Red and found myself a comfortable seat to watch the biggest act of Justice I have ever seen. Yet, the biggest act of Injustice seconds later". What was he talking about exactly? Only Damon knew. The crowd wasn't short of anything but quiet and hardly audible. "I watched as the BBW Champion got stabbed in the back by his own mentor. His own friend. His own teacher, in a way. I watched as Blackjack stabbed Hiro in the back, broke the knife off inside Hiro's frail body and pummeled the man to a bloody pulp. You think the crew members who had to clean that up will ever forget that? I don't think so". It was true after all. Watching a live stabbing wasn't part of the program.

"All the blood that had been cleaned up? That's blood that deserved to be spilled. Hiro, oh yes, Hiro had himself a bit of an ego problem. All that 'give in to your hate' and 'embrace the hate' propaganda. Clearly someone has been watching a little too much television. A man such as Hiro who is a dignified jobber, a nobody, a loser, a fraud and a worthless example of a champion was given an opportunity to hold the gold and see how he fared. Let me ask you something, 'champ'. How does it feel to be thrown in the back of the bus and receive karma for your injustices?". The crowd was now starting to pick up responses as the general consensus of the audience was not on board with Damon's speech so far. "You allowed yourself to become a man who embraced hate and utilized it as a weapon. You carried around a knife to torment, torture and strike fear in the eyes of whoever crossed your path. You chose to hide behind the sharpness of a blade as opposed to fight your battles like a man. You're a coward. You're pathetic. And now, you're borderline dead".

Clearly not something the crowd had favored much to hear as the amount of boos seemed to double in pitch and audibility. "Let me ask you a question. Hell, allow me to ask both the BBW Staff and the talent in the back the same question. If Hiro died tonight, would you cry? Would you REALLY feel any sense of remorse or regret for not saying goodbye? Or would you have a sense of realization that even in death, the sins committed by the man while he was alive are sins that cannot be forgiven. All of the talent in the back. All of the staff who have pushed around by the man known as Hiro. All of the opponents he's faced who have been bullied at knifepoint. Take pleasure in knowing that this could mark the end of 'The Most Hated Man in Wrestling'". Cold. Cruel. Disrespectful. Even in Hiro's most likely dying breaths, Damon still had no heart to issue the man any sense of dignity or respect for his character as a person or a wrestler. Hiro was only one of two men who had been on Damon's mind to slam. Next, was Blackjack. Easy enough.

"Hiro aligned himself with a man who clearly and decisively had enough of Hiro's propaganda. That goes to show you, that every manager, will turn on their protege. That is a common element and reoccurring trend that managers and protege's share. Aiden Covell, are you listening? Marshall Lee, are you listening? Melissa Drummond, Willy White, Brian Zeeger, Matt Draven, Sophia Star.. Are you listening? Every manager, turns on their protege. Every partner, turns on their own partners eventually. Every mentorship, was meant to be broken. Every friendship, always has a crack and a wedge. That, is what makes me better than all of you". Another sea of boos seeing as Damon was starting to clear house. You would think that his opponent would be out by now. Clearly not. "Hell, look at Blackjack now. Arrested and being put in the back of a cop car. Attempted Murder of Hiro on a live show. Yet you want to know the biggest injustice of them all? Our own General Manager, Matt Shanahan, keep this man under contract".

Despite the boos, the crowd clearly displayed their liking for BBW's in the form of loud shouts and cheers. Multiple accounts of 'Sha-Na-Han. Sha-Na-Han. Sha-Na-Han' were heard booming all around the arena. Damon would neglect these chants as he continued to walk around the inside of the ring and pace himself from the right side of the ring to the left. Clearly not done with what he wanted to get off his chest. "If I was in charge of BBW, Blackjack wouldn't have a career here. I'd consider him throwaway garbage and destroy his contract in a paper shredder. If I was in charge of BBW, knifes would be banned from the premises. Professional wrestling has long endured the element of hardcore matches and innovation from use of hardware tools, to light tubing and barbed wire. Yet when you start to introduce weapons such as knives, shivs, daggers, swords, spears, anything that's meant to kill a man? That is when you need to re-evaluate your hardcore standing. Thus, I invite and challenge our General Manager to do so".

Pretty ballsy for such a new talent to call out the General Manager like that on live television, but it was a topic that deserved to be addressed. Such as what gave Damon the right to say such things. "You sit there, sipping your three dollar and fifty cent jumbo cups of soda and stuff your faces with concession stand hog dogs or popcorn. Booing me because I have the right and the responsibility to address when I feel s**t around here is unjust and impractical. You continue to label me as an 'a*****e' and have never once had my back. You never even extended a thought as to how to understand a man like me and who the hell I am. Well, let me remind each and every one of you just who in the hell I am". Damon would now toss the hood of his hoodie that was once over his face back to display his facial expression which carried upon a sense of pure seriousness and anger. Clearly this moment in time becoming an advantageous opportunity for Damon to get everything he wanted off his chest from weeks of studying the politics of BBW.

Clutching the mic hard in his left hand, Damon would bring the mic back to his lips as his pace around the ring quickened in it's step. Clearly Damon now becoming fired up off his own words and unloading alone. "My name is Damon Pierce. Near winner of the BBW Championship, despite that bullshit loss because I slipped up. Man who buried Leroy Brown under a sea of tables, just because I felt like it and the match called for it. Not just one table, but two. Because I felt like shutting the old man up after he ran his mouth to me over social media and in the GM's Office. Not talking now, are you? I didn't think so". Waiting a moment before continuing on, Damon would continue to pace left and right with his free hand guiding his words in gestures as he spoke. Just to provide emphasis. "What else am I? The man who single handedly took out Shanahan's 'Special Enforcer' and Pillar of Justice, Dion. Now? The man is rendered to taking medical leave. I did that".

Clearly bullshit since Dion had already had an injury that he had been succumbing to for months now from past matches. But Damon didn't care. As far as he knew, he softened up Dion in the Last Man Standing match for Serenno to finish the job. But did Serenno win? No. Pathetic. "You can thank me, Serenno, for softening up Dion that way you could have an easy match with him in the cage. But you didn't win did you? No. You didn't. You interfered in my match with Dion just to take Dion out, for what? A loss? Yeah. You truly showed yourself as a top tier wrestler there. You didn't help me in that Last Man Standing match. You didn't soften Dion up. You didn't give me an assist. I would have beat Dion fair and square, without your help. So you can sit there in the back and allow yourself to ponder your thoughts about how you couldn't even get the job done". For as long as Damon kept going, it just sounded like Damon was tossing anyone who wronged him under the bus. With the exception of Xavier. He was exempt from this.

"If you're wondering if you should believe the hype as far as what I'm capable of doing? Yeah. You should. I'm every bit as good as I was in the indies and I have done things here that no other person has. Everything you've heard about me, good and bad, is true. Leave it up to you to judge me from the comfort of your couches at home or security guards posted around the arena, because you don't have the balls to say it to my face. This 'Hound of Justice' character? This whole persona of 'Injustice and Justice'? It's just a gimmick. I am just as good as anyone else pretends to be from their own gimmick or hype. I have the win column to back it up and I have the accomplishment as THE MAN who conquered 'The Conqueror'. THE MAN who chipped away at 'The Pillar of Justice' until he was nothing but rubble, clay and paint chips. THE MAN who came THIS CLOSE to beating Hiro at Spring in The Ring, but lost simply due to a fluke and a mistake that cost me. Congratulations. You capitalized on my mistake. You're still no better than me".

Moving the mic away from his face a bit, Damon felt as if he had honestly gotten everything he needed to say off his chest, and more. But still there was the lingering effects of how this would either paint a target on his forehead, or accelerate him to greater heights. Regardless, Damon was going to do what Damon felt was worth his while. Not what the crowd wanted. Not what the internet marks wanted. Not what people on Bleacher Report or Wrestle Zone wanted to see. Damon would do absolutely whatever Damon wanted to do. No one besides Shanahan could tell him otherwise. "I don't want title shots. I don't want gold around my waist. I don't want any briefcases promising me title opportunities. Those are possessions. They make you a target, because everyone wants what you have. I can do away with titles or briefcases and still be just as damn good as the next title holder in this company". He'd wait a few seconds to finalize his through, then finish up in typical Damon fashion. "Now, bring out my opponent right now so I can get this over with".

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Everyone was aware of the current situation of how despicable Blackack was, in taking hold of the BBW Championship and putting himself as the new BBW Champion. And as sure as rain in a rain forest, every person in on the roster had an opinion as to what went down.. but to do it right before the start of his match? This was downright insulting to Caleb Cammrack. After the loss in his debut, on his Birthday, the way he was so cheaply handled by his opponent.. Caleb was understandably in the foulest of embarrassed moods. The attitude he carried now was a care-free and reckless abandon to rules and of others, as he hopped out from his camouflage of being a fan, hopping over the barricade. It was easy for Caleb to hide among the fans with a haircut and the lack of star power recognition.

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Chair in hand, taking his ringside seat with him, perhaps ensuring that no one stole his seat, during his match. Sliding into the ring, while his complacent opponent, Damon, who felt Cammrack just wasn't worth the time, awaited with attention toward the expected entrance. Where Caleb was in actuality, really right behind him, swirling that chair in a circle for some good 'winding up' power to punch into that slap against the back of Damon Pierce's noggin!

Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 1:03 pm

If he would have known he would be getting clocked in the back of the head by a weapon this early, he would have worn his beanie. Clearly focused on the stage that he expected his opponent to come from and face him toe to toe like a man, Damon was quickly caught offguard by the feeling of cold hard steel colliding the back of his head and shoulder area from a forceful chair shot. No doubt Damon had one hand on the back of his head as he fell to his knees and arched over. Now, both hands on the back of his head and elbows digging into the mat of the ring. Teeth clenched and mood fueled easily into hateful and revengeful ambition, this little punk was going to pay when Damon regained himself.

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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 9:27 pm

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A cold piercing stare, full of anger, Caleb cared not for what Damon felt. Only for himself, as he found no purpose.. no goal, here. Only to unleash his frustrations and the indignity of losing in his debut. He didn't care about winning or losing, it didn't matter now.. there was no chance of a win streak to be accomplished here.. as Cammrack swung up for another max impact!
He wanted to bash his anger away, to deny his opponent any reprieve. A sweat breaking attack to the back, that he didn't want to stop! Hell! Even the concept that this vicious attack wouldn't be noticed by much! Everyone is doing it! Stabbings, group attacks, bone breakers! All shock and outrage that no one would take notice of him!

Knowing this only enraged him further to beat Damon from the ring, like a dog! Succeeding.... Then he could finally take the fallen microphone and obsorb the spotlight! One must beat away the bother, before you become the bother.

Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 10:33 am

So, one chair shot wasn't enough and this kid felt like taking more and more shots against Damon? Like hell. No way in hell Damon would allow this little punk b***h to get e one-over him or use him as an example. Who was this a** hat anyway? Damon just dropped one hell of a pipebomb and this guy feels inclined to take Damon out from behind? Typical cheap shot douchebag. Each chair shot rocked Damon's back due to not wearing his vest tonight. It was just his hoodie, which hardly absorbed any of the blows. The only option Damon had, was to roll out of the ring and recover. Which he had quickly done. Not something he wanted to do, but something he'd have to do for the time being. However, he had plans for this kid. He was going to end this match quickly. Fast. No disqualification meant he could do whatever he wanted. Still having pent up frustration, Damon could unleash hell on this kid. Break the guys arm with his kimura lock. Bust his face open and break bones with his brass knuckles. Destroy the guy with a chair. Damon had options.

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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 9:48 pm

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Losing the meat he was smacking away at.. Caleb Cammrack tossed the chair off to the side with carefree abandon! Or more like being careless.. Caleb backed up with shoulders heaving from the enthusiastic warm-up, he crouched to snatch up the leftover microphone, tapping it to assure audio, tmp-tmp-tmp! It was only three taps he needed to know that it was just fine for him to throw the stick to his lips, in a form of readiness to strike!

"Oh-huff-goody!" Cammrack's tone was serious and carried no jovial mood.
"I come here for a match-huf-and instead I get a dork, singing out complaints! I don't get it! Who cares? No one! An-Hay!" Damon Pierce made an attempt to re-enter the ring, shutting up this child spouting out pointless nonsense, Caleb was quick to respond! Charging forward with the microphone as the intended weapon. Damon retreated, his mind scanning for an opportunity..
"You don't want to try me.. -huff-not just yet.. see.. I first heard, just garbage flowing from your mouth like menopause.. then I started to listen. Really listen. And your right. On every aspect, from mentorship to weapons.. I agree. After all, shouldn't all weapons from BBW be omitted? Chairs included.. what I'm getting at here.. is that I need a mentor and I do expect it to end sourly. I won't be upset when that day comes.. no, I won't.. I'll smile! It will be my day of graduation!" A broad smile now grew, beginning to slip out a chuckle!

"It will be proof of-eh heh heh-of time is ready to take on my mentor, the test of how the mentor himself has taught and readied his pupil! And now here is my question.. now that I truly have your attention on me and off that Hiro trash fiasco.." Caleb Cammrack trained his eyes coldly into Damon Pierces and with a sly grin, "..how about you mentor me?" A challenge? A request? Mocking? What kind of asking is that, after Caleb's actions against Damon?

Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2014 2:51 pm

So what if Damon had to regain his composure after being blindsided from behind with Caleb's chair shots. Anyone would have done the same thing in Damon's position. It's a survival technique. Create as much distance as you can from your attacker until you can think of a gameplan to return fire. In this instance, yeah. Caleb got the jump on Damon and gave him a piece of his mind with a chair. It was unexpected, uninvited, completely immature, disrespectful and absolutely uncalled for. As a matter of fact, this wasn't even feeling like a match seeing as the ring bell hasn't even rung yet. Both men weren't in the ring yet and Caleb had attacked Damon prior to the match even being contested. Thus, if anything, the match should be considered a no contest. The referee continued to tell Damon to get in the ring to get the match underway, but all Damon had to do was look at the chair not so far away from Caleb and know that's exactly what Caleb would have went for. Thus, there was actually no attempt to get in the ring.

I come here for a match and instead I get a dork, singing out complaints! I don't get it! Who cares? No one! An-Hay! Dork? What is this, the eighties? Clearly this guy had no real concept of making a statement with his words or really itching to get a reaction. Sure, taking a chair to Damon relentlessly was enough to raise an eyebrow, but not enough to really 'wow' anyone. You don't want to try me.. not just yet.. see.. I first heard, just garbage flowing from your mouth like menopause.. then I started to listen. Really listen. And your right. On every aspect, from mentorship to weapons.. I agree. After all, shouldn't all weapons from BBW be omitted? Chairs included.. what I'm getting at here.. is that I need a mentor and I do expect it to end sourly. I won't be upset when that day comes.. no, I won't.. I'll smile! It will be my day of graduation! Was this guy serious? Really? Hell no. Damon was a single solid entity. He worked with no one. He mentored no one. He tag teamed with no one. This guy was no exception.

Damon simply stopped his walking and attempts to re-heal his back through means of stretching and other means of muscle loosening. He was honestly perplexed that the kid had any sort of balls, period, especially in this case to attack Damon and then ask Damon to mentor him. The answer wouldn't change. Especially with Damon's new found pissed off attitude. What this little buttercup blonde douchebag did was simply enrage Damon before the match even began. There was no ring bell. There wasn't even a signal from the ref to start the match. Especially now that there was a chair in the ring and Caleb holding a microphone. Any thought of going in the ring would easily be thwarted. Plus, it took the referee long enough to realize those concepts and stop asking Damon to enter the ring after realizing the situation. Damon on the other hand, already scouted the situation as a whole and was smart enough not to play into Caleb's hand. Looking over at the timekeeper, Damon motioned for him to bring him a microphone.

Once one was in his grasp, Damon simply took to walking around the exterior of the ring like he does in his entrance. Stalking Caleb inside the ring and thinking of what to say, Damon certainly wasn't at a shortness of words. Especially after dropping bombs earlier. "You have a lot of guts for pulling the stunt that you've just pulled. Not a lot of brains. Certainly no respect or maturity. But you have guts. I'll give you that. As for your little speech about agreeing with me or not? I couldn't give a damn what you agree with and what you don't. Hell, I couldn't give a damn about you to begin with". Crowd audibles of boos and 'oooo's at how Damon was handling the situation wasn't something he asked for. Hell, it wasn't even necessary. But he paused a moment to give them their due freedom of speech anyway. "You say you want me to mentor you? So let me get this straight. You assault me from behind. Pummel me with a chair. Keep that exact chair next to you as if you own the ring you're standing in and kiss my a** by agreeing with me".

Damon took a few minutes to shake his head and try to process just how dumb this kid truly was. There was no way in hell that this guy would ever amount to what Damon had done and was all about. As a matter of fact, the kid was lucky Damon didn't just run in there and crush him, break his arm and pummel Caleb himself. "The hell I would ever associate with a low card, D-Grade, jobber such as you. You think you can take me out from behind and expect me to mentor you after you pull a cowardly stunt like that? Hell no. Go find someone else to mentor you. As a matter of fact, go find someone else to have a match with. As far as I'm concerned, you're not worth my time or anyone in this companies time if that's what you're all about. You're not worth putting any emphasis into a match. You're not worth my respect. You're not even worth a second more of my time. I pity the next person who you have to face in the ring. Kid, you're lucky I don't just walk in there right now and end your career tonight. Real damn lucky".

Saying everything he had to say, Damon simply gave Caleb no further sign of attention as he tossed the microphone over his shoulder and kept on walking. Done with what he had to say with this guy and done with playing to the crowd as far as letting them hear what was on his mind, Damon completed his circuit around the ring and began walking up the ramp. Looking up at the big screen above the curtain just to check his six just in case the kid would try to pull another cheap shot. Turning around, Damon simply looked at the kid and shook his head again. Damon was thoroughly disappointed that this was the kind of caliber wrestler he was expected to fight against and compete with tonight. If there was any real issues with Matt Shanahan and how Damon pretty much up and walked away from this match without a care, then Damon would explain himself. But until then, Damon had already said enough. With that in mind and his own confidence still at an all-time high, Damon made his way behind the curtain and backstage quietly.

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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 8:12 pm

[The winner of this contest is Caleb Cammrack via walk-out.]

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