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Climax Control Archives / Connor's reaction is saintly
« on: April 25, 2014, 11:31:47 PM »
 The sounds of the chorus of “Saints are coming” plays in the dark room as the introduction of Boondock Saints plays on the screen.  Slouched on a couch, a cigarette in his lips and a glass of some vintage of irish whiskey settled on his chest, Connor can only chuckle at the pompous Wrath transcript that Devlin had sent him.  Holding up the paper, he waves it at his friend who is filming him.

“Did ya see what he said Dev,” asks a disbelieving Connor as he drags a long pull on the cigarette before his lips part to release a curl of smoke that circles his head.  “I mean yeah we are like the MacManus brothers but if he honestly thinks it is that kinda of antihero that I am, boy is he in for a surprise.”

Devlin nods.  “I know and that works for you.  I mean seriously thinking he is the second coming and calling us sinners because we like the saints.  I think that he is the one that needs to realize that his quoting of the bible just isn’t the best example to be setting.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that quoting the bible is going to be the thing to make him win matches or the fact that he is backing the losing side in HSI…” begins Connor in a raspy coughing laugh.

“Let’s not let that be the measuring stick we use to beat him down with,” adds Devlin.  “After all he has that oiled up so and so that Christian Underwood keeps eyeing leading the pack of low level talent.”  Devlin turns the camera to face himself and smirks into it.  “I know you are watching this…Hot Stuff,” sneers Devlin.  “My boy Connor is going to lay your bible thumper out.”

Connor laughs.  “And Jaysus will weep big fat tears when I do,” he adds with his lilting irish accent.

“You can’t forget that other guy you are facing,” says Devlin.  “Michael Hardy fella with the funny face paint thing going on.”  Devlin sucks in his cheeks and puts on a sassy voice.  “You know the one, cross between a Degas and a Picasso.”

“I know him,” replies Connor.  “Isn’t he the one that recently got himself a title shot and wasted it on not getting the job done?”

“Guess the question then Connor my good man,” begins Devlin, “are you going to be ready to do this shit on Climax Control?”

Connor only grins cockily as he takes another pull from the cigarette.  “Let’s do some gratuitous violence on the show,” he comments as he reaches over the camera and sends the image to snow as the scene fades out.

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Climax Control Archives / Connor's NXT and needing a bigger bear trap
« on: April 18, 2014, 11:59:51 PM »
 “Connor Murphy’s joining NXT and that is that!”

The voice of the leader of the New Xtremes is confident as he leans forward and places his elbows on the beat up desk at the Staggs gym.  On it is a wadded up NXT shirt and a pile of crumpled bills.  Perched on the edge, Vixen turns quickly at Spike’s comment.

“Are you completely sure,” asks Vixen as she gives Spike a look as if he had two heads.  “This is Connor you are talking about.”

Getting to his feet, Spike smirks as he puts an arm over the shoulder of his fiancée and nods.  “It’s time I figure.  And he knows you so I think he might be a good addition to the team so to speak.”  Spike leads Vixen towards the gym where the sound of people training can be heard.   As they round the corner into the room, the sound of a body hitting canvas can be heard as Connor is dropped with a quick trip from Devlin Lefebvre.

Hanging her head, the sound of the chuckle she tries to hide draws the attention of Connor and Devlin.  Connor looks over the ropes, leaning against them.  “Is that for me Vixie?” he asks, the lilt of his irish accent thickening slightly.  “Because you know I may have to kick that arse of yours if I think you are doubtin’ me or my ability.  Wouldn’t that be a sight eh Dev.  Me pinnin’ yer sister just like old times.”

Raising one eyebrow, Spike gives Vixen a look.  “Something you want to share babe?” he asks as he tosses the shirt over his shoulder then crosses his arms over his chest.  Vixen glares at Connor to avoid saying anything.

“It’s all right Spike, she’s all yours,” Connor comments with a grin.  “We was only kids when I pinned her you know, grade school hijinks and the like.  She didn’t even have…”  Connor motions with his hands at his chest as Devlin doubles over as his laughter gets the best of him and Vixen brings her hand up with a face palm to her now scarlet face.

“I think I get the picture thanks,” says Spike as he manfully tries to stifle his own laughter.  The door of the gym opens to reveal Misty and Eden who walk towards the group.  

Eden rushes up to Vixen and wrapping her arms around her, hugs her tightly before turning to the others then back to Vixen.  “Mommie Vixen, why is your face all red?” asks the little girl.  “Were you and Daddy caught kissing AGAIN?”

Vixen shakes her head.  “No, Daddy and I were not caught kissing petite,” answers the Bombshell champion.  “It was something much worse.  And now Mommie Vixen is going to have to teach Connor there a lesson,” Vixen says while setting Eden on her feet.  Vixen rolls into the ring and gets to a vertical base, a mocking grin on her face.  “Unless of course, you don’t want to get beaten by a girl twice in a week Connor.”

“She wasn’t a she!” exclaims Connor as he holds up his hands.  “She had a big d…Johnson!”

“Nice save,” calls out Devlin as he moves to the other side of the ring.  Misty leans against the apron of the ring, a chuckle escaping her as Eden holds her arms out for her father to lift her onto the apron too.  Spike picks her up and sets her beside her mother before sliding into the ring and getting to his feet.  

Vixen is advancing on Connor with all her bad intentions showing when Spike stops her and holds out his hand.  “Gimme a minute my love, I want to talk to Connor here about something,” he states before turning to Connor.  “Listen, I have seen some of the stuff you have been doing in the ring and I think that maybe you need a bit more polish and you will get that with working with us.”

“Who is us,” asks Connor suspiciously.  

“The New Xtremes,” says Spike as he reaches for the shirt on his shoulder.  “Vixen’s said that you would be a good edition to the group.”

“That isn’t what I said Spike,” interrupts Vixen.  “I asked if you were sure.”

Connor watches the byplay between the two and leans against the ropes.  “Let me get this straight…you want me to join your little group?”  At Spike’s nod, Connor rubs his hand across his lips then moistens them with his tongue as he looks at Devlin and begins to pace along the ropes.  Finally stopping where Misty is sitting, he looks at Spike and brings his hands down to caress Misty’s shoulders.  “So if I join you when will I get my secret decoder ring and a date with this pretty lady here?” he asks with a smile on his face.

“I am not some initiation gift,” mutters Misty as she brushes off Connor’s massaging.  “I barely know you.”

“Name’s Connor lass and I like hockey, whiskey and a very pretty lady like you on my arm for a night,” he offers with a wink.  “And it’s only a date, I ain’t asking you to sleep with me on the first date.  I usually save myself…at least until the third date.  That is unless of course you can’t keep your panties on and your hands off me.”

Vixen’s mouth drops at that comment as does Misty’s.  The two women share a look before Vixen reaches for Connor to pull him away from Misty.  “You shouldn’t talk like that to Misty, like she said, she doesn’t know you and the way you talk, she won’t want to get to know you,” states Vixen in a growl.  Misty smiles slightly as she gives a once over of Connor.

“Like what you see?” he asks with no hint of humbleness at all.  “All yours for a date when and where you say you want to go,” he offers, his Irish lilt dropping low and teasingly as he moves back to where Misty is.  “You name it, I’m yours.”  Misty nods as she brushes a hand back against her hair, pushing it behind her ear.  “I’ll think about it,” she offers.    
“Connor, Spike asked you something and you still haven’t given him an answer.  So what are you going to do?” asks Vixen.  Spike stands there, his arms still crossed over his chest.  “Are you going to join or what?”

“The New Xtremes…don’t be daffy, of course I am going to join,” scoffs Connor as he holds out his hand for the shirt that Spike drops into his hands.  Holding it up, Connor looks it over then drops it enough to look Spike in the face.  “Thanks man, now let’s get some training in Vixie, I have a match in Egypt to get ready for.  And I figure with who I am facing, beating you would be more of a test to see if I am ready or not.”

“Who are you facing?” ponders Vixen as she rolls her neck.

“Depayre and Big B,” answers Spike which gets Connor’s attention.    “So you have to be ready.”

Connor nods but slowly lets a smile cross his face.  “I’ll be ready but I think I need a plan b too.”

Devlin whoops with glee when he sees the smile on Connor’s face and Vixen shares a look with Spike.  “This isn’t going to be good,” she moans as Connor gets ready to train.

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Devlin opens the door of the hotel room and heads down the hall, a magazine in his hand with Despayre and Angel on the front.  Reading  the magazine, Devlin looks up and spies something on the floor and looking behind him then in front again, he leans over and picks up a purple sphere off a piece of paper.  Bringing it to his nose, he sniffs suspiciously at the bean then smiles and pops it into his mouth.  As he does, he spies another piece of paper and another Skittle.

“Score!” he exclaims as his eyes take in the line of Skittles that trace their way down the hall.  Eating his way along, he is surprised when the stop at the elevator.  Pushing the button for it, Devlin begins to whistle the teddybear’s picnic and returns to his article.  

The elevator doors open and he steps inside only to be joined by a young Egyptian in a bell hop’s outfit.  The young boy jabbers at Devlin in Arabic and motions for the buttons.  “I need second floor,” Devlin says “need food.”  

The boy nods quickly and presses two.  Devlin returns to whistling the Teddybear’s picnic song.  The elevator stops and Devlin escapes the car with a surprised look at the bell hop who is worshipful of what looks like a teddy bear in the arms of Despayre as the group known as the Sins move along the corridor.  Devlin stops and watches for a moment then smiles as the group moves through the doors.  “And people say that the bear is dangerous with Skittles around,” he mutters to himself as he begins to eat his way along the hall, picking up each skittle and popping it into his mouth.  He continues along the way until he spies a bowl filled with the sugary goodness that is Skittles.  Stopping in front of it, he pulls the bowl towards him only to have ropes fall on him, tangling around his arm and sending him to the floor.

“Jaysus,” he exclaims as he begins to fight his way out of the ropes only to have a flying body land on him driving the wind from his lungs.

“I got ya!” a voice screams.  “You aren’t going to help your little buddy this time Bear.”

“Connor, is that you?” growls a winded Devlin.

“Dev…what are you doing in my bear trap?” Connor demands angrily when he realizes who the victim is.

“A bear trap..with f*ckin’ rope?” is the only response from a now angry Devlin who glares at his friend who has the grace to look sheepish.  “And what kind of bear are you looking to trap?”

“Despayre and Big B have that bear that Despayre constantly carries around with him.  I figured that if I trapped it I would have the advantage in this match.  I would tell Despayre in the match that I had his bear and if he wanted it back, well, you know…” Connor replies as he brushes his hand through his roughed up hair.

“You were going to hold a teddy bear hostage?”  sputters Devlin who reaches out to feel Connor’s head.  “Do you think that you maybe need to talk to someone about this?” wonders Devlin.  “You do know that the bear is just a teddy bear right?”

“I do but better safe than sorry you know,” answers Connor.  “That guy takes this bear seriously so I think we need to take him out of the equation.  I heard that the Bear is responsible for some of the fancy training that Despayre does.  I even heard that the bear manages him.  If that is the case, it is better that I get the bear out of my hair.”

Devlin looks at his friend like he has lost his senses.  “You realize it is a F*CKING BEAR!”

Connor looks at Devlin with a glare.  “I know that!”

“Then smarten up and let’s get breakfast then head for a gym.  I want you to be ready for your match.  And if that means training day and night we will.  And don’t you worry about the bear.  I got your back,” says Devlin with a smile.  “He won’t be able to do anything to help em with me at ringside.”

Connor smiles with his friend as the pair head to the restaurant.


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The time has come for some straight talk.  Connor stands in front of a backdrop showing the SCW logo and begins to speak.

“At Climax Control, Jon Dough and myself get a chance to team for the very first time.  I have to admit, he wouldn’t be my first choice of a partner but that is going to change.  The two of us have joined up with the New Xtremes and that means that we are going to be focused on one thing and one thing only,” says Connor as he rubs his hands together.  “We are coming for the tag titles and since that would be my first titles in SCW, I have to say that..”

Devlin who is filming his buddy stops for a moment and pulls the camera away from his face.  “I don’t think this is a title match there Connor.  Bosom buddies aren’t tag champions.  This is just a regular tag match.”

“Bosom…is that what they call themselves?  Does that mean then that they consider themselves a pair of tits?” says Connor as he doubles over with laughter.

“Shut it Connor,” says Devlin as he start to film again.  “These are your opponents on Climax Control.”

Sighing loudly, Connor makes his way along the corridor where suspects to find his partner.  “Trust me when I tell you that I know that we are in for a fight that night but when push comes to shove, it is going to be us warriors taking the fight to the big guy and his teddy wielding Despayre.”

“Just don’t take them lightly,” says Devlin who begins to film again only to see Connor’s face screwed up with a look of disgust.  “WHA?” demands Devlin as he continues to film.

“Nothing that Climax Control and a win in the ring won’t cure,” offers Connor who turns and walks away.

“Hey,” shouts Devlin as he wriggles the camera.  “Aren’t we doing this interview?”

“Nah, I am ready as I will ever be.  Better prepared is going to mean  I am overthinking this so no we will not be doing the interview.”

With that, Connor leaves the room and slams the door shut behind him.

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