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« on: March 04, 2010, 08:42:11 AM »

*A camera crew is summoned to the training room of the CWA wrestling home arena. A solitary figure

in a Team Canada Olympic hockey t-shirt is seen jogging on a treadmill wearing red workout pants with

a solid white line down the side, and a mapleleaf emblazoned on the back. The figure shuts the machine

off and steps off, ignoring a towel handed to him by an anonymous gym worker.*

"First of all, let me tell you all you need to know about who I am. The name I was given at birth was Sean

Ward, but that name has been surpassed by another. You see, while the rest of you so called wrestlers in

the back are off in the ring shooting your mouths off, I'm here. I've always been here. The gym, and the

wrestling ring, and let me emphasize that, WRESTLING, ring, are my homes. For years now while others

have shot their mouths off about what they were going to do, I sat back and worked harder than everyone

else. Do I need to prove I can outlift everyone in the weightroom? No. Do I need some fancy state of the

art lightshow with pyrotechnics to let everyone know that a big deal has arrived? No. Do I have to go get

some new hot rock band to play my theme while I carry on like a bigshot to the fans? No. I've always

busted my ass to be the best conditioned athlete in the room. Be it back in school when I was the team

captain, not to mention being top of the class. I lead with my actions, I lead with my work ethic, and I

lead with my belief that I am the best to step into the ring. Was I an NCAA or Olympic champion in

wrestling? Of course not. But I don't need a medal to prove that I am the best. I don't even need a

wrestling title to prove that, I simply let the opponent know that whether they pinned me or I made them

submit, I gave them the match of their life each and every time out there."

"See, around 2 years ago Lance Storm was at a wrestling show in Hamilton, Ontario as a guest referee. He

saw that even though my opponent left with the title and the merchandise money, I left with something

even more important. I left with dignity for respecting this business like nobody else cares to. I got

noticed not because I have a catchphrase written for me, not because I have to remind everyone night in

and night out that I am straight edge. I was noticed by Lance because I am quite simply the best fluid,

technical wrestler that he had ever seen. He took me under his wing in his retirement, and taught me

every skill he knows. He taught me to respect this business, and how to harm anyone that disrespected

the business that all Canadians love. And note, in the CWA, who's the true Canadian? While I sure don't

beg for fans to shower me with adoration, I gladly welcome any fans that notice ability and skill. These

fans aren't ignorant like those in The States. These fans have more knowledge about this business than

half of the guys I have seen step into the ring talking trash already. Joey Cilo, I saw that you were

insulting these Canadian fans. You are already new here, and you are already showing signs of turning

on your tag team partner. While Raven may not be quite my ideal kind of competitor, at least he has

respected the business and busted his ass all of these years. The man has a very high wrestling IQ, and

thats something you sure can't seem to qualify for. Raven, as far as you go, Mr. Storm taught me about

the numerous battles you two have been in together, and we at least agreed that you are to be respected.

You bring your body to sacrifice every night for this business, and not because you have to. You do it

because deep down, you enjoy what we do, and you enjoy making others suffer. As long as you have my

back and we can make Joey suffer together, I give my word that the Canadian Sensation shall be lockign

people in the Mapleleaf and making them submit."

*Storm sips a bottle of Canadian spring water and continues on*

"Cilo, you complain because you were overlooked for the Heavyweight Championship tournament?

How bad will it look for you when you are the first team eliminated from tag team contention. That

should shut your smart mouth and send you to the bottom of the pecking order where you belong. I saw

the way you had your high price outfit, your pyrotechnics and your fancy roulette echoing through the

arena. Correction, through MY arena. When the time comes and you are face down tapping out,

remember what put you into that spot. I do not claim to be a man representing these people, but by

outwrestling you like my mentor did to every company that was smart enough to seek his services, I will

show you what wrestling is all about."

""CM Punk, that reminds me. How dare you come into this company, this Canadian wrestling company,

and dare not to even extend an offer for me to be in the Straight Edge Society? Well I have a club of my

own you should join. Please feel free anytime you want to step into the likes of the numerous who have

submitted to the Mapleleaf Crab. It's this simple. Stevie Richards is your appointed man to take the tag

team titles in this match. Well there is no way that anybody else is taking the titles in front of the home

crowd and walking out. While I don't have a hunger for gold because it is gold, that belt around my

waist till solidify that I am the best wrestler inside of the ring on this day, or any other day for that matter.

Tell Stevie to bring that monster of a man he found in New York City. I will show you just how easy is

to take a big mans legs out from under him, and make him a victim like anybody else in that ring."

"Chris Jericho, you dared to bring up my mentor, my trainer, Lance Storm and talk about how he is gone

and you are still winning championships? Last I checked you haven't won a damn thing yet, we are all

winless as of today. The difference between a loudmouth egotistical superstar like yourself and me and

Lance is that we are true winners. Our actions speak louder than our mouths. And trust me, now that

you have brought up the legacy of Lance and disrespected him, your day will be coming very soon."

*Sean Storm walks to the door as the camera follows a few steps behind*

"Anyone back there that believes they have the talent to come defeat me and yes, Raven, in the inaugural

matches of this company better think again. Because my entire life, my entire destiny was to be here

representing this company and this business in the ring. I am very no nonsense and am far from Mr.

Personality like the fans seem to wish to have this day and age. But I more than make up for that inside

of my home, as you can all surely attest to. With Ravens brawling skills and vast abilities to hurt a

human being like they were a science experiment, and my hands on training from one of the most

underappreciated talents to ever step foot in this business, we have everything we need to go home

victorious. And that's not bragging, that's not being cocky, that's being confident in what I can do, and

what I will do!"

*The camera fades to a promo showing the date and times of the first CWA show, with ticket information

for the fans as well as the website.*


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Re: A Stormfront appears

« Reply #1 on: March 08, 2010, 02:11:47 PM »

Sean Storm catches Jeremy Borash backstage and gets in his way.

"Have you seen Raven around today?"

JB shakes his head and tries to step around Storm, but the Canadian Sensation points at him with two fingers, ala Lance Storm.

"Well, since you haven't seen him and I sure can't find him, I have a message I'd like to deliver to him. It's less than a week until our tag team title match, and I have yet to see so much as a hint of my tag team partner. Raven, we may not get along personality wise, but we do have to be on the same page for this match. In case you didn't get the memo, it seems that if just one of us gets pinned we are both eliminated. Eliminated, something I don't plan on being. My mentor was in a little tag team called the Impact Players. Remember them Raven? The team that upended you and of all people Tommy Dreamer time and time again. Every other team is out there preparing a strategy, working together to come up with a plan to fight their way through the competition. Now it seems to me that we are a step behind so far. I've been in this building day in and day out training harder than anyone else in this company, and where are you? Hiding down in the bowels of the building, definitely not putting in the cardio time that I am. The DeBiase's are going to have teamwork, and the other teams are sure as hell putting together time and tag team manuevers. Well at least whenever they quit tanning and trying to look so pretty, instead of being here getting in proper ring shape. So what's it going to be Raven, are you going to come out and show your face to me or are we going to go into this thing as enemies just as well as we are allies."


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« Reply #2 on: March 14, 2010, 02:48:54 PM »

Excuse me DeBiase brothers, but let me get this straight. You two claim that there is no way my wrestling ability will garner me fame in this company? Well let me break you in on a few history lessons real quick. This is the CANADIAN WRESTLING Alliance. That is because everyone knows that the greatest talents in the world come from the Great White North. From the Hart family dynasty on down to the Benoits, the Chris Jericho, the Brian Pillman, Rick Martel, Dino Bravo, hell even Roddy Piper himself are all born in this country. I don't need to have the flash or the speaking skills, I have the ability in this ring. And last I checked, matches are won inside of the ring. When Raven's insane self gets done physically putting you through tortures your money can't buy its way out of, I will finish the job with the Canadian Mapleleaf. The same move that made Lance Storm hold 3 titles at the same time in WCW, while you two were still dreaming of being in the same locker room as an athlete of his caliber.

Believe me, you may not recognize the great talents that I possess, but as of tonight the bragging will be over. The backstage hype, the name value will mean nothing once the bell rings. What will matter is who is the best trained, the best conditioned, and the most capable wrestler in this company. Your cockiness will be your downfall, as well as another triumph of someone with pure talent over yet another guy who needs help to lace his boots up. So far I've yet to even so much as sniff a whiff of you two being anywhere near this ring. I have spent every day here at this arena preparing for the match of a lifetime, and conditioning my body to be a machine. A machine capable of locking in a submission from any given position that will make you tap out in less than ten seconds. All it takes is one mistake by any of you against myself, and before your partner can save you your chances of winning will be taken down to zero.

While you two lazed around the pool tanning and talking on your expensive cell phones, I was here, studying old school tape on your matches together. I know the ins and outs of you two just as well as you two probably know each other. And proper preparedness always gives the advantage in any contest. With the psychotic enigma Raven at my side, the paths to the championship will be paved with your blood and your injured battered bodies. I hope that your wealth has bought you the best medical care this side of our national health care, because after I get done locking in the Mapleleaf you will need every cent you can pull out of daddies bank account.


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