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| Andrew Samuel Pugh vs. Cedro Martinez | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 2 2011, 03:10 PM (67 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Aug 2 2011, 03:10 PM Post #1 |
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SCW PRESENTS: Breakdown Andrew Samuel Pugh vs. Cedro Martinez Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, August 9, 2011 2 RP Limit per match 3 RP Limit per singles match, 4 per team for the tag match. ~~Good Luck everyone!~~ |
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| Lo-Drew | Aug 9 2011, 07:34 AM Post #2 |
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Disclaimer: There are two Random Thoughts of the Day in the CD. First part of the CD is more of like a reflection since ASP has now completed his second year as a professional. And that will contain a flashback I did previously but it helps the whole reflection thing. Also there will be another flashback of my first ever RP. Plus the first part is like him writing in a notebook. Good luck Cedro and Enjoy! Random Thought of the Day...If you're able to do want you want in life, you should be grateful. I've always hated the term "job" or "occupation". I mean there are many Americans that wake up in the morning and dread to start their day because they know either their job doesn't pay enough or they have to deal with shitty people. Sometimes a combination of both. A job to me is something you have to do. People who work minimum wage have to work to keep a roof over their heads and have a little cash in their pockets but not all of them aren't exactly thrilled about it. But they have to. I consider wrestling as my career because a career is something you want to do. Now I can't admit that I wanted to be a wrestler all my life especially when my mother wanted me to pursue other career options. However I eventually realized that this is what I was supposed to be. I still fondly remember the first contract I signed. (FlashBack) Two Years Ago in Cleveland All Pro Wrestling Academy I had known Chad Richardson for a long time. To most other people, he was just some ruthless man who wanted perfection in everything he did and believed that everything he touched turned into a success. And yeah he lived up to that reputation. Throughout my training all he seeks was perfection in us the students. But during those years, that image of him gradually faded away and I got to see another side of him. The family man, the proud father of two daughters. So he was just Chad. He along with Jason Maverick and John Hall was always my teachers, and my friends. Shortly after I turned 18, I showed up on the doorstep of the Cleveland All Pro Wrestling Academy, and they took me in. Granted Richardson made me earn my spot to continue my training but they took me in. He gave me a place to stay, fed me, and treated me like a son, and all I had to do was engage in physical and sometimes bloody combat, and clean up the place afterwards. They taught me everything I know, and it led me here. Here, it just so happens, was sitting in his office with him, Maverick and Hall strictly because they said they had a surprise for me. Soon a man walked it, grabbed Richardson and began conversing. From within, I could hear the deep voices of Chad and the man conversing, but I couldn’t make out the words they were saying. I was confused and didn’t really know how to actually react. Perhaps the man was a wrestling promoter looking for young talent? I tried not to get my hopes up; after all, I was fresh out of training, and had never wrestled a real match before in my life. I was “green” as they call it in the wrestling business. I was in the middle of trying to think up what I would look like holding a championship belt. After all it has been my lifelong dream to become the champion. The man. They entered back in the room. “Andrew,” Richardson said. Grinning from ear to ear, I stood up and sat to the chair right across from his desk. The man was sitting behind a splintered desk, leaning back in a massive leather rolling chair. "He’s small,” the man said, and I froze in my tracks and slightly confused. I considered myself the average wrestler in terms of height. I am six feet even and weight only two hundred and ten pounds so I could be beefed up on the roster sheets, but I was still small. And it hurt that that was the first thing he pointed out. “You said the kid was strong as an ox.” “I know he’s small, Chris, and I didn’t tell ya that. But Andrew is strong. Perhaps not in physical terms but in resilience. He has the heart of a champion Mr. Oliver.” Mr. Oliver eyed me up and down and sighed. “Well, I already gave you my word. The kid’s in.” I was speechless. I had just gotten my first wrestling gig straight out of training, and it was unexpected. I tried uttering a thank you, but I just kind of stammered. Mr. Oliver shook his head. “I hope this isn’t an indication of what to expect from your promos, kid.” “Andrew’s in shock, Chris," Richardson said, laughing. "But seriously he has a unique charisma about him but importantly; he is heavily skilled for someone of his age. Trust me I think he’s the perfect type of wrestler International Championship Wrestling needs.” “That works out, then, I guess,” Mr. Oliver said as he got up and shook my hand. “Thank you Mister Oliver,” I said cheerfully. “Call me Chris kid. We’ll keep in touch.” (Flashback) That's one of the memories I'm going to remember for life. I knew that when I entered this business I wasn't doing it for the money but more because I enjoy wrestling. I enjoy traveling around the world and facing tough opponents in front of sold out arenas with the fans chanting your name. Certain elements to the spectacle that is wrestling has always drawn me to this sport and I knew I wanted to be a part of it. (Flasback) ASP's First Ever Wrestling Promo Two Years Ago ASP:For those who know me, which you do, I'm ASP, Andrew Samuel Pugh, your king. I'm the best thing going in the wrestling world and I'm one bad-mama-jama baby! I'll better than the rest, so they call me the best. Too legit too to quit, cause I run this you know. Too hot to handle, too cold too hold. My submissions are deadly, but the Evenflow is just cold. And see, all my loyal fans need a role model, a hero, a charismatic man like me. And once I steamroll through the rest and I fulfill the destiny that the wrestling gods gave me and that's to become the ICW Heavyweight champion. All the other are jokes. Ronnin? Your emo act doesn't scare me. Idol? My star shines brighter than yours any day. Justin Davis isn't even in my league. Then there's some Army guy named named Derek Wellings. Listen old man, I now that arthritis must be a high for you. You should be at an Army Senior Citizen instead of being in the ring with your bad knees and bad back. And if you face me, The Airborne Ranger will be the Washed Up, Old, and Wrinkly Ranger. I can go on and on, but, my point is made. No one will stop me from my destiny. Because I'm the king of ICW and if you don't know, now you know. Thank you and goodnight! (Flashback) Now looking back at it, I can't believe I called myself a bad-mama-jama. God I was so corny back then but that's not the point. Wrestling to me isn't a job, it's a career or even a hobby. Now granted, do I take my "hobby" seriously by training and studying film? Yes I do. It's man's nature to want to be the best amongst the rest of the pack. However I don't want wrestling to become my "job." I don't want to wake up and dread being who I am. I always hear stories about wrestlers who feel "burnt out" and I realize eventually in my career I will feel the same way. And when that day comes that would be the day I leave this business. Because once the fun has been taken out of your career it becomes a burden and I don't want to wrestle when I either past my prime of lost the love for it. But I'm not worried about that. I just eclipsed the two year mark of my professional career. Sure I've hit some low points during this time but all it has done is made me more grateful that I'm able to do what I want to do. Plus I've faced some of the toughest men and women in this business; Cherry, Foxx, Starr, Mitchell, Winchester, Cruze, Exeter, Hodges, James the list goes on and on. So this isn't just a reflection but more like a celebration. And the best part is that I haven't reached my peak years yet! So I'm living my dream and for that I'm am grateful. _________________________________________________________________ Random Thought of the Day....To quote my late grandfather "Wisdom is Golden." The morning after Rise to Greatness in a hotel in Minnesota "Wake up Andrew," a voice called as I opened my eyes and saw Jessica with a plate of food in her hand. "Dude you're going to miss breakfast," she said as I stood up from the couch. Jessica soon sat next to me and placed her food on the table. "What time is it Jes?" "It's about nine o'clock. Your food is over there," she told me while pointing to the kitchen counter. I finally reached a vertical base and I grabbed the plate of food. "Did you tell Sebastian that I'm taking this week off from the photo shoots and other stuff?" "Yeah I did. He said it's fine as long as you make it up next week." "OK that's fine." "May I ask why you want some time off?" "Well first I want to train with Greg and his students. I don't want to get rusty by not training hard enough." "Of course you do." "But that's later on in the week. Today I've decided to actually visit my father." Jessica made a fake surprised look on her face. "Wow you finally listened to me," she said. "Well you were right. I haven't see or talked to my father in like three months and I kinda feel guilty that I haven't contacted him in a while. He probably thinks I'm ungrateful." "I doubt it. But it's always good to hang with your family." "Yeah I know." "Don't worry Andrew I'll send you a DVD on Cedro Martinez for your next match." "Thanks Jessica. Have I ever told you you're the best assistant money could buy?" "No you haven't but that has a nice ring to it." I then sat down next to Jessica on the couch and I quickly changed the channel to ESPN. "Hey that was rude," Jessica stated as I was glued to the screen. "What?" "I was clearly watching Yes Dear." "Well who cares. I'm trying to see if the Indians won last night." "They probably didn't. They can't hit for shit." "They're better than your little Florida Marlins. God do they suck" "Well that may be true but they aren't making the playoffs." "We'll see about that," I said while I finished the rest of my food. Three Hours Later in Columbus, Ohio I finally arrived at my dad's house at around 12:30 P.M. and I was kinda jet lagged. I know after this the first thing I'm doing when I arrive in Cleveland is going straight to sleep. Anyways I was on his doorstep and after a deep breath I touched the doorbell and awaited for the door to open. He didn't answer so I got a little impatient and started to bang on the door only for him to open it and thus forcing me to retrain. "What the hell is your problem," was the first words my father spoke to me as I gave him a shrug. "You didn't answer the door right away," I said sarcastically while smirking. "Well it's good to see you Andrew," he said as he greeted me with a hug. He opened the door and let me enter his house. "Dad turn on the AC. it's like a freaking sauna in here." "Something wrong with the air conditioner and some people will check on it later this week." I quickly sat down on the couch as my father then sat on his chair. "So what brings you here Andrew," he asked as he was flipping through the channels. "I happened to be around the neighborhood plus I don't have to wrestle this week so I decided to see you." 'Speaking about wrestling, I saw your match this Saturday. Impressive stuff Drew." "Yes I know dad. I was pretty awesome," I said with a smirk. "Don't get too overconfident Drew. That's the reason why you aren't champion right now." "I'm aware of that dad. Which is why next time I get a chance to become champion I'm going to seize my opportunity." "That's the right mindset to have Drew. I've always told you that your mind is your most powerful weapon and as long as you use your mind Andrew you can accomplish anything." "I'll keep that in mind dad," I said as I let out a yawn. "How's your mother Andrew," he asked as he continued to surf through the channels and stopped at SpongeBob Square Pants. "She's doing pretty good. She seems happy being in Florida so if she's happy I'm happy." Dad then changed the channel and I gave him a look. "Dad turn back." "I'm not watching that crap. I can't believe you still watch SpongeBob." "I watch it when I get bored." "Well it's the stupidest show I've ever seen. The cartoons these days suck." "That's a matter of opinion." "Man back in the day Drew there were a whole bunch of cool cartoon shows and now we have this crap." "Like what?" "Johnny Sokko Robot." "Really? You could practically see the strings on the stupid thing. I mean it's so cheesy it's not even funny." "Johnny Sokko Robot wasn't stupid Drew. That was a true cartoon right there." "Yes he was. Now give me the remote," I said as he handed the remote to me to which I changed to ESPN. "So what's up with the Indians," I asked him. "They're hitting still sucks. I'm telling you now Drew if they want to make the playoffs they need to get another bat." "Yeah but if we get a Hunter Pence we would have to give up White or Pomeranz and they are the top two pitching prospects in our farm system." "It would be worth it dude and besides no one has really taken control of this division. The Twins have been a disappointment and the White Sox hasn't found consistency yet and if they get Pence they would instantly improve their lineup." "Yeah him or Ludwick." I soon turned my head and spotted a picture of dad holding me while making a strange face. "Dad why are you making weird face in this pic?" "Oh you don't remember?" "No I don't but I'm pretty sure you're going to tell me." "Well when you were born, your mother let me hold you and it was going great. And then next I know, my hands feel funny and then it turns out that you shitted in my hands." "I did what," I said as I laughed hysterically on the floor. "So you're saying I actually took my first shit in your hands?" "Yes you did Andrew." "Well what did you do when you found out?" "Would could I do Drew; you shitted in my hands! It was the size of a Hersey Bar." I literally tripped over the table and fell flat on the floor but I was still laughing my ass off. "Oh but that wasn't all you did Drew. I remember when you were five and I was taking a nap. It was night time and you so happen to looking out at the window. So I get up and I ask you what were you doing and you know what you told me?" "What?" "Oh no dad I'm just staring at the stars." "HAHAHA that's classic." "Anyways, the next day comes and your mom wakes me up and told me that my underwear was all over in the backyard. Of course I didn't believe her but when I went in the back you ALL of my underwear was there." "You're seriously joking right," I said while laughing uncontrollably. "You were a trip when you were young Andrew. And now seeing you all grown up makes me miss those days when you and I used to hang out when we could." "Yeah those were simple times dad." "Andrew, I'm proud of you. I mean you wanted to be a wrestler and you made it. But I'm not just proud of you as a wrestler but as a man." "Thanks dad. That means a lot." We continued to chat for a few more minutes before I decided to leave and head to Cleveland. I'm glad I saw my dad today and I kinda feel liberated that I did. I mean before this I didn't see him for almost half a year and I felt very guilty about that. I know I have to deal with other aspects of my life but that's not an excuse for neglecting my family. Being a wrestler has it's challenges and one of them is maintaining the balance between work and family time. It's hard to sometimes maintain that balance or try to control that balance but I'm working on it. My grandfather always told me that a smart people are stupid and wise people are wise. I never understood that but I remember my grandfather telling me that was a difference between smart and wisdom. Smart people still make mistakes while wise people make few mistakes and thus look at things at a slower pace than others before they are able to analyze. At times I wish I had that wisdom to guide me but if wishes were horses we would all ride. Wisdom is what I seek and one day, I hope I find it. _______________________________________________________________ The setting is at a carnival as the Epicenter of Awesomeness spots ASP behind a stand on wheels apparently selling ice creams to the families who pay for it. Jessica Summers is of course filming the Epicenter of Awesomeness as she's standing next him. Andrew is sporting a simple white shirt and blue pants, which is odd since he's always sporting one of his tailor made suits. Andrew soon looks into the camcorder and smirks. ASP: Greetings ASPeeps worldwide! Once again this is your hero, role model and trendsetter ASP, Andrew Samuel Pugh and I'm currently here in the great city of Chicago, Illinois of course. Andrew smirks into the camera Now ASPeeps, you must be wondering why I'm standing behind these stand and it's very simple. Once I arrived here I heard that Chicago has these annual carnival and when I heard word that this particular one were seeking volunteers, I dropped everything just to sign up. Why you ask? Because I am a good person. I am the true hero in SCW and being a role model to my fan base, this is what that is all about. Because like I said, I am a good person and good people do good things! Andrew soon hands a chocolate ice cream to a chubby boy before facing the Epicenter of Awesomeness. Now lately there has been one man that been on top of the SCW headlines. There has been one man who has been on the tip of everyone's tongue and that man is...ME! Andrew smirks into the camcorder as he hands a women a Spiderman Popsicle. ASP: Yes I have generated some much conversation recently because I did something so daring, so shocking that it quickly became the topic in which everyone is talking about. And for those who live under a rock and don't know what I'm referring to let me fill you in. After my victory over Tooty Fruitcake at the Pre Show, I looked into the Epicenter of Awesomeness and I got the attention of the Next Level themselves and challenged them to a match. So this week I was jacked. I was ready to prove to Helms or Valentine that I could take my talents to the "next level", pun intended. And then I received word that I wasn't going to face either Helms or Valentine. Instead I have to face Cedro Martinez. And I was like meh. Andrew rolls his eyes before running his hands through his hair. ASP: Now ASPeeps I can already hear your collective sighs and groans about this but two weeks ago Cedro and I did engage in a Twitter feud in which I did challenge him to a match. But before I go into that I have to say Cedro you're one of the biggest idiots I've ever met. Andrew soon burst into laughter before keeping his composure. ASP: I mean SCW is full of moronic people and Cedro you're probably around the top of the list. I didn't think that you would actually forgo your Adrenaline title shot against me if you would have managed to would but you did. Didn't you realize everything I said to you on Twitter was me baiting you to giving me what I wanted? It's what I do Cedro. I get under people's skin. I know what buttons to push in order to get what I want. If I have to, I will step on everyone's toes to get a shot at greatness Cedro. But of course you didn't realize that man because you're so damn gullible. Speaking of the Adrenaline Championship Cedro that's the reason why I challenged you. See we made a deal and I was seriously hoping that you would keep you end of it. All you had to do was to outlast five other men and become the number one contender. And for once, I was actually on the Cedro Martinez bandwagon. I was rooting you on man. And how did that end up? You lost. You managed to get all the way to the end and you choked! You were so close to winning and then you pulled a LeBron James and couldn't come through in the clutch. Now that's vintage Cedro Martinez folks; so close yet so far away. Perhaps I was putting too much faith in you because this isn't the first time you've came up short. Cedro let's backtrack shall we? I remember on June 22th and Ms. Sasha gave all the ASPeeps a special treat and forced our current tag team champions Dark Fantasy to defend their belts on short notice. And you and that Diego guy were the first team against them. You had a chance to take advantage of the situation and become the Tag Team Champions and yet you two lost. Syren and Ravyn wasn't even in their ring gear and you still manage to lose. That's truly embarrassing. That's why I commented on your little tweet about the Vintage Era apparently making their mark because it was laughable. The sheer thought of that is fucking hilarious and thus I had to comment on it. And besides you two BOTH loss at the Pre-Show. Your names shouldn't be the Vintage Era. It should be the Valueless Express because that name actually fits you two. You two have as much value as a broken toy. The fact that you two think that you can usher a new era here in SCW is like if super-powered apes tried to take over the world. Jessica: Andrew. Jessica taps Andrew as he then lays eyes on the same chubby kid from earlier. ASP: What do you want kid? Chubby Boy: A fudge ice cream please! ASP: Again? No kid. You need to learn to eat healthy. No wonder why kids like you are getting obese. Chubby Boy: I WANT ICE CREAM AND I WANT ICE CREAM NOW!!! ASP: Too bad kid. I'm doing you a favor. Chubby Boy: I'm going to tell mom mom on you! You're a meanie! ASP: Go ahead kid. I bet the apple doesn't fall from the tree. The boy storms off as Andrew simply shakes his head. Then he turns around and stares back into the Epicenter of Awesomeness. ASP: Anyways Cedro during our little Twitter fight you said that you've done more than my "wimpy ass". first off, don't mistake my flamboyant nature for weakness because I'm not "wimpy". And yes Cedro, you may have accomplished more than I have but Cedro no one gives a damn. I mean each and every week you talk about how you defeated David Miller in Majestic Wrestling five years and became a champion. However Cedro that is the past and it's not cool to continue to constantly dwell in the past. Sure you became champion five years ago but it was FIVE YEARS AGO!! You don't see me bragging about how I won first place in long jump as a second grader. You don't see me bragging about how I scored forty one points in a high school basketball game. Hell you don't see me telling the world how I went on an eighty eight game winning streak in Tekken 3 do you? Jessica: Eighty eight? Wow you was so nerdy back then. ASP: Whatever. The point is that we don't live in the past Cedro. We live in the here and now and in the here and now you have done nothing relevant. You know what you are Cedro? You're the equivalent of vanilla ice cream. Jessica: You seriously just didn't compare him to ice cream. ASP: Yes I did Jessica. See the first time I ever had vanilla ice cream I thought it was the best ice cream in the world. When I was a child I would save my money up so I could go to the corner store just so I could taste that sweet vanilla flavor. However as I got older my love for vanilla ice cream quickly faded because eventually I got used to it. It was the same flavor every time I had some. Soon it was no longer my favorite ice cream; it became status quo. That's what you are Cedro. Yeah I'll admit, you have skills but you don't have that "it" factor, you don't have that superstar quality that allows you to become a headliner. All you have been throughout your career is status quo. You're the definition of average and that's why your career has been and will always be average. Cedro you've told me that my arrogance will be my downfall and that's a lie. Some of the greatest wrestlers to ever step foot in a SCW ring have been arrogant. CHBK, Jason Zero, Jake Starr, Shawn Winters; all of these men have been known for their arrogance and yet all those names have been former World champions. Hell my idol "PrimeTime" Deion Sanders, a man who was known for being arrogant and being flashy just got inducted to the Football Hall of Fame. See Cedro my arrogance isn't an anchor;. my arrogance is the fuel that ignites my fire. My ego is what drives me to be the best. Do I make high demands on myself? Yes. Do I think highly of myself? Yes. I know what I'm capable of doing and therefore I make high exceptions for myself. Because I don't want to be an average wrestler like you Cedro. And so this week at Breakdown Cedro, in the place that Jordan built I'm going to go out there in front of my ASPeeps and I'm going to prove to you that I'm simply better than you. Cedro, you're not a contender, you're a stepping stone and I'm going to use you to springboard myself back in the Adrenaline rankings and become one step closer to getting again title shot. Because at the end of the day, a speeding bullet...just can't take out an Alpha Dog! |
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