Post by Eno Redrum on Nov 23, 2009 2:52:51 GMT -5
Summit meeting: Global Risk and Black List.
“Easy Win is simply ingenious!” remarked Heylinger, director of Global Risk. Both Black List and Global Risk had decided that their top assassins, Eno and Dimitri respectively, were far too unpredictable and deadly. They also knew that it was impossible to send hit squads of their own after both men due to the fact that both men were quite high ranking assassins and would undoubtedly know about the plans very soon. The best way would be to create a new organization and supply soldiers into it. Easy Win was then born. Fast, deadly and obviously effective in any fight.
“That’s right, Dr. Heylinger,” agreed Strayer as he took a long drink from his cognac. It was strange that both men were in the same room. Just five years ago both men had been trying to kill each other as a tornado tore the room around them apart. Miraculously they had survived and each went their own way to create their own terrorist organization.
“Hell... I have to admit thought, the news from Cuba isn’t good,” admitted Strayer as he took another look at the report. It was amazing that in the short time span, fifty Easy Win soldiers had been killed and another thirty injured. The opposition however, had not lost any soldier to the fight and that was what frustrated Strayer. Easy Win was trained to fight in urban places and yet countless soldiers in the fight had lost to twelve Spetznaz soldiers, one ex-Red Army and another ex-Navy S.E.A.L. It just seemed too incredible.
“My sources reveal to me that they are headed to mainland Cuba. I shall have a force waiting for them there,” said Heylinger as he glanced at the report. Strayer nodded his head but did not say anything. Truth be told, he was frightened of Eno. That man was an incredible shot and he had nerves of steel. He never seemed to fear anything and had a perfect track record in his time at Black List. If Eno ever found out Strayer was in charge of this, there was no doubt Strayer would find himself with a third eye in his forehead. It was better to kill both men quick before things got messy.
“Alright, supply them with heavy weapons. I don’t care how they kill both men. Just finish it,” completed Strayer.
Mainland Cuba
Mainland Cuba, a sniper’s nightmare but also an assassin’s haven due to the fact that there were so many people converging in one place it would be nearly impossible to single out a person from the throng of color and shine. However, if the assassin was good with knives, he or she could just head toward the target and stab him in the back. It would simply look like another case of dehydration or heat stroke.
“Where are our escorts?” muttered Eno as he picked up a seemingly innocent-looking duffel bag that had a Barrett .50 cal and a few explosives inside. Dimitri shrugged and kept a lookout for anybody that looked Russian. All he saw was tourists in floral T-shirts and store vendors shouting their ware.
“Damn…customs officer,” swore Eno as a man in blue uniform headed toward them purposefully. Everything on the boat including the two men themselves was illegal. Cuban authority would have a field day with them.
To his surprise, the man stepped onto the boat and shook Dimitri’s hand. They conversed in Russian for a while, and then he changed effortlessly into English.
“I’m Sean Gray. You friend, Trotsky, is it, had told us that you guys were coming and by the looks of it, pursued by Easy Win soldiers. Hell, I could have sworn they swelled by the numbers ever since yesterday,” drawled Gray before extending a hand for Eno to shake. The man then beckoned for the two men to follow him into the market place. As they walked past two run-down stalls selling necklaces and jewelry, the two old men sitting before their wares smiled at Gray before beckoning him into the small hut behind them. As they entered, they saw a deep dark hole sitting right in the middle of the floor. Gray went down first, followed by Dimitri, then finally Eno. It took them a relatively short time before they hit solid ground. When Dimitri and Eno spun around, they gasped in unison as they took in the wonders of the Cuban underworld.
Torches lit the way through several twisting passages and in almost every chamber; there was enough ammunition to wage war on Cuba. Soldiers from almost every country were skulking around the place, keeping wary looks at the two newcomers. Both men found it hard to ignore their intense stares. It was their luck that they managed to reach the main chamber before someone overreacted.
Gray sat down on a piece of mat. He then beckoned for the other two to sit down. They did so, warily. Around them were at least twelve men of different nationalities. There were three Chinese, five Russians, two Israelites and two Iraqis. Each of them had the look of veteran fighters. In the middle sat a huge muscular man. He was wearing nothing but a singlet and shorts. On his right arm were tattoos marking almost every special force in the world. That man was a mercenary and a veteran too, by the looks of the many raw scars running down his torso and arms.
“He’s Blackheart; no one knows his real name though. Rumor has it that he served in at least six different special forces of different nationalities before deciding to start his own gang here. A nasty piece of work to be dealt with,” whispered Gray. Eno nodded his head in recognition. Blackheart was well-known for his many exploits. He knew because Blackheart served with the Marines once but received a dishonorable discharge from the corps. He disappeared soon after.
Blackheart nodded at both men and growled, “I understand from Trotsky that you two are being pursued by Easy Win. Is that true?”
“Damn right you are. I don’t know who those people are or what we have done to them but they seemed intent on killing us. You mind helping us?” asked Eno, “I’ll offer you any amount of cash you need; Black List will sponsor me anyway.”
To his surprise, Blackheart gave a deep growl that resembled a growl and shook his head, telling them that this would be free.
“He has a grudge against Easy Win. Those buggers attacked one of his arms-producing factories and killed his second-in-command there. This would be a chance for revenge,” grinned Gray as Blackheart started issuing orders to his commanders. As soon as the word came, every man available was armed to the teeth with a variety of menacing weapons. Eno was surprised when he found ammunition for the Barrett .50 cal in the chambers. He had bagged himself the lot and was sure that it would be enough to last him for at least a week. Dimitri stuck with his trusty Dragunov but also went for an AK machine gun as a secondary weapon.
The plan was simplicity itself. Easy Win had soldiers spread out over the entire Cuban mainland. There would only be ten or twenty men confined to one neighborhood. The Cuban gangs in it had two hundred and fifty thousand men at the last count. If they split themselves up, they would still outnumber the Easy Win soldiers three to one.
It seems the first round of verbal warfare is out of the way and everyone but Filipe has taken their shots and now it is time to clear the air about a few things that have been said and directed toward me.
Let's start with the new Mouth of the South, one Mr. Colt Crawford.
Colt, you asked the question, "what have I done lately to arrant a chance to still stand in the spotlight," and you claim that Marcus showed what a fraud I was as a champion." Let's start with your second statement then we will touch on your question.
First off my friend, every man loses at some point. No one in the history of this business or in sports retired undefeated. Not unless they simply got in and got out. If you are gonna have any longevity in your career, you are gonna get handed some losses.
But rather than focus on my one loss, why not focus on the couple of times you faced me and were beaten by me? Why not realize that each time you have had your chance against the "fraud champion" you fell short in your bid to de-thrown him. What exactly does that say about you my friend? If I am a fraud and you lost more than once to this so called fraud, what exactly does that make you?
Let me answer that for you. It makes you a loser, plain and simple.
And as for what have I done to warrant more time in the spotlight, that's simple. I have won and won more than any other man in this federation. Just in the short time since I have returned, I have yet to lose a singles match. Meanwhile you have dropped every match since your "break up with Saber. You have rambled on about how you are going to do this and you are going to do that, but the only thing you have done on your own is fall flat on your face as a singles competitor.
Newsflash, I don't need BlackSmith or anybody else to watch my back. The reason for gathering people into this group is to help right a lot of the wrong that is going on here in the T.W.D. and help level the playing field. Of course you can't see that because you are too blinded by your own hatred for the success of others and your shortcomings.
They say ever dog has his day, but Colt your day will not be at Devil's Dance. At Devil's Dance you will again fall short and you will Again add yet another loss to your less than impressive singles career. So next time you decide you want to try and drag my name through the mud, get your facts straight and know just what exactly you are talking about.
Since Saber was Colt's tag partner, it seems only fitting to follow up with him. Saber is the face of the next generation of wrestling. He has spirit, charisma, he is in short the entire package. Only thing he is missing is that one signature win that he can build his career on. He had his chance last week against me and fought a good battle, but in the end fell short as so many had done before him.
He embodies everything that is good in this business and had he stayed with Colt I fear he too would have fallen into the same trap of self-love and greed as Colt and so many others have. Instead, he decided to walk the higher road and stand above the rest. To resist temptation and build his career on his abilities rather than take the easy way out. I commend you for that Saber, but just like you, I will not lay down for any man.
You say I am not the force I once was and maybe that is true. Age has a way of catching up to you. It slows your body, makes you slower to react. It takes longer to heal and it takes the force away that you once carried in a punch, a kick or a slam. Yes, age can be a bitch, but with all that it takes away from you, it also gives back in the form of wisdom and experience. I may be slower and carry less of a punch, but rest assured I have a few tricks up my sleeve and will use them , if need be, to obtain the T.W.D. Championship once again.
The only other flaw I see in your description of me is when you referred to me as being nothing more than a hired gun for Kingpin. Look closer at JENT and see the truth behind it all. Study the history of how it rose to power and you can see the true master mind behind it. It is said that the greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he wasn't real. Did i trick you into thinking I was nothing more than a hired gun when the reality of it all was that I was the Devil in disguise. The puppet master and Kingpin, Marcus and the rest of the boys were all my puppets? Age breeds wisdom while youth breeds brashness. All I am saying my friend is think before you speak and look closer at the things you know nothing about before you try to voice your opinion and try to convince others of it.
From youth we move on to experience and that brings us to Filipe. A man that has built a stellar career in the wrestling world and who's name will always be linked to this great sport. A mountain of a man with the strength and brawn to career himself to the top and reign as a champion. He has done it before and I have no doubt he could do it again if he wanted to. However, that's just it. I don't really think his heart is in it anymore and he just doesn't want to sit atop the fed as champion.
Filipe has all the tools it takes to be champion but he just doesn't have the drive to do what it takes to earn that title. And if he doesn't want to, then why should he? He has given his blood, sweat, tears and years to this body that does nothing but breaks a man's body down until he can barely get out of the bed in the morning when he is old and gray.
I think Filipe is now just happy doing a few shows a year, earning a comfortable salary each year and cashing in on his cut of the merchandise sold at each show as well as on the internet. He has earned that and I don't begrudge him for it in the least. I see this match, and his part in it, as nothing more than a way to honor his work in this business by putting him in the match for one last go around. To allow his name to sit atop the marquee with the greatest this business has to offer and letting him bask in the limelight one last time before slowly riding off into the sunset.
So enjoy it my friend. Enjoy being the talk of the town one last time. You have earned it.
Last, but surely not least. The man who is probably the odds on favorite to win this whole thing. The man who is also holding the proverbial "ace up his sleeve". The one man who I probably have more history with. The "Aussie Assassin" Jamie Krenshaw.
I won't sit here and tell you Jamie can't get the job done because I know first hand that he can. True, in 2007 he beat me in a gauntlet match for the title. Took the title from me and ended my reign. And yes, he is undefeated here in the T.W.D., yet to lose a match in either singles or tag competition. The man is that good.
However.
I repeat, however.
He does not give you the entire story.
He gives you just enough to sell himself. To put himself over in his promos. Just enough to make you think he is all that and a bag of chips. But never the entire story.
Let me fill in the gaps for you.
Like I said, it is true that he beat me in 2007 and took the T.W.F. title from me. However he fails to inform you that I had beaten him before that in matches. Like I said, we have a history. But why would he tell you that? If he did, it would make him look more vulnerable in the eyes of the fans and his opponents.
That's why I'm here, to give you the whole story.
And yes, Jamie is undefeated since his arrival in the T.W.D.. An impressive 31-0 streak I believe he said. But look deeper, some of those wins are with the help of a tag partner and many of those wins are against the likes of people such as Adam Young, Dragzilla and a cast of other B-movie wanna-bes. Go check the promos, you will hear it from his own lips.
Yet meanwhile, he wants to take my one loss, a loss to a man that has known me since grade school, and try to single it out as a true weakness. Really? I lose to a man that I have a lifetime of memories with and it is a downfall? It shows how far I have fallen? I lose to a Hall of Famer a man that knows me inside and out and I should be written off in this match? I think that Champion's Case, that second chance at redemption has you deluded my friend. Maybe The Moderators have blown so much smoke up your ass in telling you how you are the greatest thing since slice bread that your eyesight is hazy and you can't see the forest through the trees.
You claim to have defeated each of us in this match and I can't deny that fact. However, when you say none of us have defeated you, you again fall victim to your own disillusions of grandeur. I will be the first to admit the times I fell short and I will even admit that you have built an impressive streak here in the T.W.D., but as I said earlier, if you stay in this business long enough you are gonna fall short a few times.
At Devil's Dance, you will see exactly what I mean my friend.
Until then, Shalom!
“Easy Win is simply ingenious!” remarked Heylinger, director of Global Risk. Both Black List and Global Risk had decided that their top assassins, Eno and Dimitri respectively, were far too unpredictable and deadly. They also knew that it was impossible to send hit squads of their own after both men due to the fact that both men were quite high ranking assassins and would undoubtedly know about the plans very soon. The best way would be to create a new organization and supply soldiers into it. Easy Win was then born. Fast, deadly and obviously effective in any fight.
“That’s right, Dr. Heylinger,” agreed Strayer as he took a long drink from his cognac. It was strange that both men were in the same room. Just five years ago both men had been trying to kill each other as a tornado tore the room around them apart. Miraculously they had survived and each went their own way to create their own terrorist organization.
“Hell... I have to admit thought, the news from Cuba isn’t good,” admitted Strayer as he took another look at the report. It was amazing that in the short time span, fifty Easy Win soldiers had been killed and another thirty injured. The opposition however, had not lost any soldier to the fight and that was what frustrated Strayer. Easy Win was trained to fight in urban places and yet countless soldiers in the fight had lost to twelve Spetznaz soldiers, one ex-Red Army and another ex-Navy S.E.A.L. It just seemed too incredible.
“My sources reveal to me that they are headed to mainland Cuba. I shall have a force waiting for them there,” said Heylinger as he glanced at the report. Strayer nodded his head but did not say anything. Truth be told, he was frightened of Eno. That man was an incredible shot and he had nerves of steel. He never seemed to fear anything and had a perfect track record in his time at Black List. If Eno ever found out Strayer was in charge of this, there was no doubt Strayer would find himself with a third eye in his forehead. It was better to kill both men quick before things got messy.
“Alright, supply them with heavy weapons. I don’t care how they kill both men. Just finish it,” completed Strayer.
Mainland Cuba
Mainland Cuba, a sniper’s nightmare but also an assassin’s haven due to the fact that there were so many people converging in one place it would be nearly impossible to single out a person from the throng of color and shine. However, if the assassin was good with knives, he or she could just head toward the target and stab him in the back. It would simply look like another case of dehydration or heat stroke.
“Where are our escorts?” muttered Eno as he picked up a seemingly innocent-looking duffel bag that had a Barrett .50 cal and a few explosives inside. Dimitri shrugged and kept a lookout for anybody that looked Russian. All he saw was tourists in floral T-shirts and store vendors shouting their ware.
“Damn…customs officer,” swore Eno as a man in blue uniform headed toward them purposefully. Everything on the boat including the two men themselves was illegal. Cuban authority would have a field day with them.
To his surprise, the man stepped onto the boat and shook Dimitri’s hand. They conversed in Russian for a while, and then he changed effortlessly into English.
“I’m Sean Gray. You friend, Trotsky, is it, had told us that you guys were coming and by the looks of it, pursued by Easy Win soldiers. Hell, I could have sworn they swelled by the numbers ever since yesterday,” drawled Gray before extending a hand for Eno to shake. The man then beckoned for the two men to follow him into the market place. As they walked past two run-down stalls selling necklaces and jewelry, the two old men sitting before their wares smiled at Gray before beckoning him into the small hut behind them. As they entered, they saw a deep dark hole sitting right in the middle of the floor. Gray went down first, followed by Dimitri, then finally Eno. It took them a relatively short time before they hit solid ground. When Dimitri and Eno spun around, they gasped in unison as they took in the wonders of the Cuban underworld.
Torches lit the way through several twisting passages and in almost every chamber; there was enough ammunition to wage war on Cuba. Soldiers from almost every country were skulking around the place, keeping wary looks at the two newcomers. Both men found it hard to ignore their intense stares. It was their luck that they managed to reach the main chamber before someone overreacted.
Gray sat down on a piece of mat. He then beckoned for the other two to sit down. They did so, warily. Around them were at least twelve men of different nationalities. There were three Chinese, five Russians, two Israelites and two Iraqis. Each of them had the look of veteran fighters. In the middle sat a huge muscular man. He was wearing nothing but a singlet and shorts. On his right arm were tattoos marking almost every special force in the world. That man was a mercenary and a veteran too, by the looks of the many raw scars running down his torso and arms.
“He’s Blackheart; no one knows his real name though. Rumor has it that he served in at least six different special forces of different nationalities before deciding to start his own gang here. A nasty piece of work to be dealt with,” whispered Gray. Eno nodded his head in recognition. Blackheart was well-known for his many exploits. He knew because Blackheart served with the Marines once but received a dishonorable discharge from the corps. He disappeared soon after.
Blackheart nodded at both men and growled, “I understand from Trotsky that you two are being pursued by Easy Win. Is that true?”
“Damn right you are. I don’t know who those people are or what we have done to them but they seemed intent on killing us. You mind helping us?” asked Eno, “I’ll offer you any amount of cash you need; Black List will sponsor me anyway.”
To his surprise, Blackheart gave a deep growl that resembled a growl and shook his head, telling them that this would be free.
“He has a grudge against Easy Win. Those buggers attacked one of his arms-producing factories and killed his second-in-command there. This would be a chance for revenge,” grinned Gray as Blackheart started issuing orders to his commanders. As soon as the word came, every man available was armed to the teeth with a variety of menacing weapons. Eno was surprised when he found ammunition for the Barrett .50 cal in the chambers. He had bagged himself the lot and was sure that it would be enough to last him for at least a week. Dimitri stuck with his trusty Dragunov but also went for an AK machine gun as a secondary weapon.
The plan was simplicity itself. Easy Win had soldiers spread out over the entire Cuban mainland. There would only be ten or twenty men confined to one neighborhood. The Cuban gangs in it had two hundred and fifty thousand men at the last count. If they split themselves up, they would still outnumber the Easy Win soldiers three to one.
It seems the first round of verbal warfare is out of the way and everyone but Filipe has taken their shots and now it is time to clear the air about a few things that have been said and directed toward me.
Let's start with the new Mouth of the South, one Mr. Colt Crawford.
Colt, you asked the question, "what have I done lately to arrant a chance to still stand in the spotlight," and you claim that Marcus showed what a fraud I was as a champion." Let's start with your second statement then we will touch on your question.
First off my friend, every man loses at some point. No one in the history of this business or in sports retired undefeated. Not unless they simply got in and got out. If you are gonna have any longevity in your career, you are gonna get handed some losses.
But rather than focus on my one loss, why not focus on the couple of times you faced me and were beaten by me? Why not realize that each time you have had your chance against the "fraud champion" you fell short in your bid to de-thrown him. What exactly does that say about you my friend? If I am a fraud and you lost more than once to this so called fraud, what exactly does that make you?
Let me answer that for you. It makes you a loser, plain and simple.
And as for what have I done to warrant more time in the spotlight, that's simple. I have won and won more than any other man in this federation. Just in the short time since I have returned, I have yet to lose a singles match. Meanwhile you have dropped every match since your "break up with Saber. You have rambled on about how you are going to do this and you are going to do that, but the only thing you have done on your own is fall flat on your face as a singles competitor.
Newsflash, I don't need BlackSmith or anybody else to watch my back. The reason for gathering people into this group is to help right a lot of the wrong that is going on here in the T.W.D. and help level the playing field. Of course you can't see that because you are too blinded by your own hatred for the success of others and your shortcomings.
They say ever dog has his day, but Colt your day will not be at Devil's Dance. At Devil's Dance you will again fall short and you will Again add yet another loss to your less than impressive singles career. So next time you decide you want to try and drag my name through the mud, get your facts straight and know just what exactly you are talking about.
Since Saber was Colt's tag partner, it seems only fitting to follow up with him. Saber is the face of the next generation of wrestling. He has spirit, charisma, he is in short the entire package. Only thing he is missing is that one signature win that he can build his career on. He had his chance last week against me and fought a good battle, but in the end fell short as so many had done before him.
He embodies everything that is good in this business and had he stayed with Colt I fear he too would have fallen into the same trap of self-love and greed as Colt and so many others have. Instead, he decided to walk the higher road and stand above the rest. To resist temptation and build his career on his abilities rather than take the easy way out. I commend you for that Saber, but just like you, I will not lay down for any man.
You say I am not the force I once was and maybe that is true. Age has a way of catching up to you. It slows your body, makes you slower to react. It takes longer to heal and it takes the force away that you once carried in a punch, a kick or a slam. Yes, age can be a bitch, but with all that it takes away from you, it also gives back in the form of wisdom and experience. I may be slower and carry less of a punch, but rest assured I have a few tricks up my sleeve and will use them , if need be, to obtain the T.W.D. Championship once again.
The only other flaw I see in your description of me is when you referred to me as being nothing more than a hired gun for Kingpin. Look closer at JENT and see the truth behind it all. Study the history of how it rose to power and you can see the true master mind behind it. It is said that the greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he wasn't real. Did i trick you into thinking I was nothing more than a hired gun when the reality of it all was that I was the Devil in disguise. The puppet master and Kingpin, Marcus and the rest of the boys were all my puppets? Age breeds wisdom while youth breeds brashness. All I am saying my friend is think before you speak and look closer at the things you know nothing about before you try to voice your opinion and try to convince others of it.
From youth we move on to experience and that brings us to Filipe. A man that has built a stellar career in the wrestling world and who's name will always be linked to this great sport. A mountain of a man with the strength and brawn to career himself to the top and reign as a champion. He has done it before and I have no doubt he could do it again if he wanted to. However, that's just it. I don't really think his heart is in it anymore and he just doesn't want to sit atop the fed as champion.
Filipe has all the tools it takes to be champion but he just doesn't have the drive to do what it takes to earn that title. And if he doesn't want to, then why should he? He has given his blood, sweat, tears and years to this body that does nothing but breaks a man's body down until he can barely get out of the bed in the morning when he is old and gray.
I think Filipe is now just happy doing a few shows a year, earning a comfortable salary each year and cashing in on his cut of the merchandise sold at each show as well as on the internet. He has earned that and I don't begrudge him for it in the least. I see this match, and his part in it, as nothing more than a way to honor his work in this business by putting him in the match for one last go around. To allow his name to sit atop the marquee with the greatest this business has to offer and letting him bask in the limelight one last time before slowly riding off into the sunset.
So enjoy it my friend. Enjoy being the talk of the town one last time. You have earned it.
Last, but surely not least. The man who is probably the odds on favorite to win this whole thing. The man who is also holding the proverbial "ace up his sleeve". The one man who I probably have more history with. The "Aussie Assassin" Jamie Krenshaw.
I won't sit here and tell you Jamie can't get the job done because I know first hand that he can. True, in 2007 he beat me in a gauntlet match for the title. Took the title from me and ended my reign. And yes, he is undefeated here in the T.W.D., yet to lose a match in either singles or tag competition. The man is that good.
However.
I repeat, however.
He does not give you the entire story.
He gives you just enough to sell himself. To put himself over in his promos. Just enough to make you think he is all that and a bag of chips. But never the entire story.
Let me fill in the gaps for you.
Like I said, it is true that he beat me in 2007 and took the T.W.F. title from me. However he fails to inform you that I had beaten him before that in matches. Like I said, we have a history. But why would he tell you that? If he did, it would make him look more vulnerable in the eyes of the fans and his opponents.
That's why I'm here, to give you the whole story.
And yes, Jamie is undefeated since his arrival in the T.W.D.. An impressive 31-0 streak I believe he said. But look deeper, some of those wins are with the help of a tag partner and many of those wins are against the likes of people such as Adam Young, Dragzilla and a cast of other B-movie wanna-bes. Go check the promos, you will hear it from his own lips.
Yet meanwhile, he wants to take my one loss, a loss to a man that has known me since grade school, and try to single it out as a true weakness. Really? I lose to a man that I have a lifetime of memories with and it is a downfall? It shows how far I have fallen? I lose to a Hall of Famer a man that knows me inside and out and I should be written off in this match? I think that Champion's Case, that second chance at redemption has you deluded my friend. Maybe The Moderators have blown so much smoke up your ass in telling you how you are the greatest thing since slice bread that your eyesight is hazy and you can't see the forest through the trees.
You claim to have defeated each of us in this match and I can't deny that fact. However, when you say none of us have defeated you, you again fall victim to your own disillusions of grandeur. I will be the first to admit the times I fell short and I will even admit that you have built an impressive streak here in the T.W.D., but as I said earlier, if you stay in this business long enough you are gonna fall short a few times.
At Devil's Dance, you will see exactly what I mean my friend.
Until then, Shalom!
