Kyle Hayden returned from his vacation with a voice mail inbox filled to overflowing. Reportedly he wishes to address the DCWL in general and added ominously, "be VERY careful what you wish for."
As to the sudden opening in the position of Deputy Commissioner, Commissioner Hayden would not respond to speculation on a replacement. Although when he was given a list of possible replacements for Kevin Alloy, and that Julianne Moore was campaigning for that position, he quipped that, "one of the first qualifications for the position is you have to be able to spell my last name correctly. How THAT for leadership?"
Big Mike Foyer is still being evaluated by our resident doctor and is expected be given the all clear to participate in the Ark of Triocalypse Tournament. As well, Kid Way Cool will round out the list of free agents to be snagged by by any one of the teams.
Teams for Ark of Triocalypse may make one substitution per team between now and Friday, December 4 at 11:59 pm MST. The next day, the brackets will be announced, based on who best represented the "Black Hole Brew" brand in their promos. The team that snags Sierra Browne as a free agent is widely expected to receive a bye, although there may be a few surprises in the bracketing process.
Who is the DCWL Icon in the Free Agent pool? Sources say that this individual has held multiple singles championship in the DCWL's previous incarnation.
In one more announcement for "Ark of Triocalypse," the Dangerous Championship match is now the best two out of three falls! Each fall will be competed with a fifteen minute time limit.
The venue for "The Year We Make Contact" is still up in the air, but we are pleased to announce that in the interest of showing pride in our multiculturalism (and in the interest of making things awkward for Maurice Thompson and Julian Beckson) the DCWL has secured a deal with the Klezskavanian Cultural Social Club Society of Seattle, Washington! Join the DCWL in celebrating the unique traditions and baffling ideosyncrasies of this Eastern European autonomous kleptocracy as we present "Contains Spoilers!"
OTHER NEWZ
Thanks to all for a good turnout for Black Hole Brew and the accompanying WotW. Don't worry about the OMINOUS ANNOUNCEMENT from Kyle Hayden. That won't mean anything. Really. I mean it.
I would like your opinion on the the In-Character board on the boards. I'm considering shutting it down for parts of the cycle between shows. My reason is that not all of you guys can make a flash when you want and I'm hoping to level the playing field and make War of the Words the primary source for flashes. I'd like everyone's input on this.
Because the next show will be VERY match heavy, I will be beginning the recording and editing process early, which is why I'd like any changes to your team to come in on Friday. You can either add someone who will help your team in the tournament, or you can pick up someone who will be easy to pick on in the 3-way match at the end of the tournament. If you'd like to keep the team as status quo, let me know, because I may make a substitution on my own.
If you have any non-handled character on your team (i.e. Annoyed Samoans, Great Atma, etc.) feel free to write your next flash using them as you wish.
The schedule next year has been moved up one week across the board, just to give us an extra week for R'n'R over the holidays.
ROSTER
Ace Stevens has been signed as Governor General.
SCHEDULE
SUPERCARD: Show #9 – "Ark of Triocalypse" December 16, 2009 – St. Paul, Minnesota
TRIOS TOURNAMENT! TEAMS:
Team SOW (Spade, Chris Caranova, Mike McCarey)
Team Shootfire (members TBA)
The New Main Street Killas (Killa 187, Ert Williams, Necro Bartender)
Unique Element (Danny Gunderson, Gabe Lindsay, Aaron Wilson)
Horrorshow (Joe Pansac, Wolf Masterson, Mina Eyre)
Team NJWF (Alexander Davis, Daisetsu Bando, Lennox Perkins)
Team Mad Cow (Mad Cow, Paul Doom, Mario Speedwagon)
Team Anderson (Mike Anderson, The Big Nasty, Offramp Alebua)
The Age of the Fail (Max Turbo, Alton West, Brian Irwin)
Team Sledge (Logan Braddock, Caleb Brantseg, Gabrielle RioPaah)
Team Dark Angel (Josh Curtis, Drake Tungsten, Ozzie Emshamo)
Team Thompson (Maurice Thompson, B.A. Jive, The Great Atma)
TO BE DRAFTED: Sierra Browne, Molly Molotov, Complete Control (replaces two teammates), Marcus Davis, Doug Foster, Porno Anderson, Denis Cyr, Kid Way Cool, "Big" Mike Foyer "DCWL Icon," "Mystery Team" (replaces two teammates)
DANGEROUS CHAMPIONSHIP - 2 out of 3 falls: American Freebear v. Derrick L. Ford (C)
GRAND CHAMPIONSHIP: Leon Corella v. Julian "Bane" Beckson (C)
Show #10 – "The Year We Make Contact" January 13, 2010 – Saskatoon, Saskatchewan... maybe.
TRIOS CHAMPIONSHIP: Unique Element (c) v. winners of Trio Tournament
SIRENS CHAMPIONSHIP DEFENDED
If Unique Element win the tournament, they may select challengers of their choice.
Show #11 - "Contains Spoilers" February 3, 2010 - Klezskavanian Cultural Social Club Society of Seattle, Washington
ГРАНДИОЗНЫЙ ЗАЩИЩЕННЫЙ ЧЕМПИОНАТ!
ГЕНИАЛЬНОЕ КУЛЬТУРНОЕ ПРАЗДНЕСТВО.
ОНО ПРОДОЛЖАЕТ РАПС ДЛЯ ТОГО НОП Я ВЫ РАНИТЕ.
Show #12 - "The Devil Wears Lycra" February 24, 2010 - Portland, Oregon
SUPERCARD: Show #13 - "Cornerstone Revolution V" Day 1: March 17, 2010 - Toronto, Ontario Day 2: March 18, 2010 - Toronto, Ontario
[Cut backstage to Maurice Thompson backstage, Maurice is wearing a white collard shirt along with blue jeans. He seems to be eagerly awaiting his match against Kevin Alloy. His favorite band, Dead Celebrity Status plays in the background.]
Thompson: A long day ahead of me...
[We hear the door open. The camera remains focused on The Native, though the voice that responds leaves no doubt as to who entered the room.]
Spikes: Mister Thompson, I presume?
[Maurice turns, facing SPW's ambassador. Maurice shots off his Ipod before standing up and looking towards Spikes.]
Spikes: Forgive me, of course, for interrupting your preparation time. I assure you I only seek a moment of your time.
Thompson: What do you have on your mind Mr. Spikes?
[Spikes grins.]
Spikes: Very well, I just wanted to follow up on my earlier comments regarding your punishment at the hands of Mister Alloy. I very strongly believe you've done the right thing in refusing to follow those ridiculous decrees from this controlling, incompetent management force and can only hope that others step up to your example.
Thompson: I'm only doing what I feel should be done, not trying to hold myself on a pedestal.
Spikes: Now I heard you on War of the Words and was additionally encouraged. Your resolve is remarkable. However, I wanted to give you an opportunity to change your mind on one score.
[Henry removes a check from his pocket.]
Spikes: I have here a check, addressed to the DCWL, that will cover the amount of your fine. It comes free of charge, requiring no additional action on your part. Think of this as a thank you for being the type of competitor that we at Shootfire Pro believe should be the standard by which all other young stars are measured.
Thompson: I can't accept that Mr. Spikes...
[He holds the check out.]
Spikes: Are you sure? This is, as they say, a final offer.
[Maurice nods his head in confirmation.]
Spikes: Very well.
[Henry tears up the check, depositing the remnants in a wastepaper basket.]
Spikes: You impress me greatly, Mister Thompson. I see you going far in this business, provided the proper support. With that in mind...
[From the same pocket as earlier, Spikes produces a business card.]
Spikes: ...take this. Should you ever find yourself in a bind again, you know this way that someone, at least, will listen.
Thompson: Thank you, sir.
[The two men shake hands.]
Spikes: And best of luck to you tonight, Mister Thompson. We're rooting for you.
[Spikes nods, then turns and exits. Cut back to ringside.]
[Backstage in Sioux Falls, at “Drink Black Hole Brew.” Present is Deputy Commissioner Kevin “Killdozer” Alloy. Pan over to reveal… Ace Stevens! He wears a rather cheap looking sash with the words “GOVERNOR GENERAL” stencilled over them.]
STEVENS: No, good workmanship on here. It’s even got a cotton panel for my Mentos.
ALLOY: How about the seal’s heart? How was that?
STEVENS: A little salty, but I like them a little salty.
ALLOY: Good. Good.
STEVENS: So, when do I get started? What’s my first duty?
ALLOY: Well, like any good Governor General, you… tour the DCWL… act as a sort of a public figure… draw a salary without actually doing anything.
STEVENS: Do I get the keys to your Nissan Cube?
[Alloy scowls a menacing scowl.]
ALLOY: Don’t you EVER… laugh at my Cube.
STEVENS: Just askin’, man. So when do I go out and do ten-minute in-ring interviews? You know, screw with the good guys, make matches, put Curt Olsen in matches with my illegitimate son—
ALLOY: Nah, we won’t be doing that. The GG’s a ceremonial position. We just bring matches to you for royal assent.
STEVENS: Oh, so I don’t have to approve any matches I don’t want. Welllllll, I was thinking I didn’t really like that—
ALLOY: Uh, we already rubber-stamped the matches for you tonight. I just wanted to save you some work.
[Alloy reaches off-screen and finds a bottle of delicious Black Hole Brew, label facing toward the camera.]
STEVENS: So… basically I’m doing what I always do but wearing a sash and with a little more money, am I right?
ALLOY: Yep. Cheers.
[Alloy takes a swig from the bottle. He chokes it down as one would cat urine.]
STEVENS: The system works. Well, I better make myself useful before the intro video cuts—
KEVIN: [offstage] REVENGE IS MINE!
STEVENS: Hey! What’s he doing here—
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
RM: Welcome, DCWL fans, to the final stop before “Ark of Triocalypse!” Welcome to Sioux Falls and “Drink Black Hole Brew!” Black Hole Brew presents the DCWL in Sioux Falls, and is pleased to announce their brand new pale ale, Golden Brown! Golden Brown: Texture Like Sun!
[Shot of the entry ramp. Entering through the curtain to a smattering of applause is Christian Chazz. He takes up his position beside Rich Manning at the announce table at the side of the ramp.]
RM: I’m Rich Manning, and we’re pleased to welcome back to the booth, the inimitable Christian Chazz. Chazz, welcome back.
CC: Thank you, Rich. Before we begin, I wanted to thank everyone for following up on me after the DCWL posted that update on my health on their blog.
RM: Uh… we didn’t post an update on your condition.
CC: Yeah, I’m aware of that.
[He frowns and takes a drink from the bottle of Black Hole Brew on the announce table. Manning notices the awkward moment and soldiers on.]
RM: Three titles will be decided tonight, as we showcase our first Sirens Championship match. Derrick Ford makes the first defense of his second reign as Dangerous Champion, and Unique Element make their first Trios title defense against the team represented by our new Governor General.
[Chazz coughs.]
CC: They should really call this swill “Steve Buscemi,” because it sure peels the gums off of your teeth. Oh, right, wrestling. Yep, we’ve got Trio action before the big tournament next month! And our main event tonight is a big ass 8-man tag match where all the participants will be involved in the tournament. Man, Drake Tungsten. That name brings back some memories. I remember his matches against Slab Bulkhead.
RM: Indeed we’re seeing some new faces tonight. Dark Angel makes his DCWL debut tonight when he squares off against the Great Atma, a gentleman… who isn’t Alton West.
CC: That certainly is… something you can say about him.
RM: But coming up next, we get our first look in ring at “The Question” Doug Foster.
CC: Yeah, everything we’ve seen up to this point has been as a hit-and-run artist, but he’s not contracted to the DCWL. So the only way he’s allowed back in to the arena tonight is in the ring against Brian Irwin.
RM: Doug Foster has acquired immunity from any sort of punishment Kevin Alloy might deal out in his appearance contract, and suffice to say, he’s turned a lot of heads in his first appearances. Let’s throw it down to the ring; Buckley Luck will make the match announcements!
RM: Good win for “The Question!” Brian Irwin is just falling into a losing skid here.
CC: You know, I thought it would come down to a battle of the piledrivers, but this Foster has got ice water in his veins. Not to sound cornball, but “The Question” had an answer for everything Brian Irwin threw at him.
RM: And now, Foster just blows out of the ring. Blaze Crimson is going to try to catch up with him.
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[The camera opens to find Doug Foster, walking purposely backstage after his match. Before Blaze Crimson can even get a word in, he brushes past her. One could hear the sounds of victory as loud music rocked the house and the R/A's muted voice could be barely heard declaring the winner.]
[Quickly his expression melts into shock and terror, however, as Corella, in a white tanktop, black jeans, and a pair of boots comes rushing from behind a pair of loose side curtains brandishing that black and gold sledgehammer. The man has no time to react, taking a solid ram shot from the head of the hammer into his gut, dropping him to his knees...]
[...Corella turns, rearing the Sledgehammer back like a golf club, and then swings it with an uppercut stroke, clipping Foster in the jaw and possibly shattering it with the vicious blow. The man is instantly on his back, out cold, and breathing shallow...]
[...Leon steps over him, and squats down over his chest with hands on his knees. The Camera moves in close as blood begins dribbling out of the corners of Foster's mouth...]
[...After staring for several seconds into the man's face, Leon then rises off of the man to leave him in a heap, walking off as the camera looks back at the downed Doug Foster.]
BC: We need some help back here!
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
RM: Leon Corella just LEVELED Doug Foster! That has to be payback from “Death of a Ladies’ Man.”
CC: Well, I heard “The Question” was hunting for big game in the DCWL. I guess he has it now.
RM: Well, fans, before we get to the next match, we’re going to look ahead and talk more about the “Ark of Triocalypse” Trio Tournament. Earlier this week in our sister federation Spirit of Wrestling, SOW President Raffaello Rossellini announced the names of the team they will be fielding at “Ark of Triocalypse.” “Street Samurai” Spade, and the tag team Alliance of Power, Caranova and McCarey!
CC: Yeah, Spade ran afoul of Leon Corella on Sundown and they’re going to be meeting up on the next edition.
RM: We’ve got more news from SOW to pass on later, but relating to the Trio Tournament, we’ve had a bit of a surprise, the spot that Complete Control was holding on to has been out and out SOLD, to another federation. NJWF will be bringing a team to the tournament!
CC: The actual brackets will be announced in the next week, so we’ll be finding out who DCWL management felt did the best job selling this awful awful awful beverage, but there’s one more twist.
RM: That’s right Chazz, between tonight and the announcement of the brackets, it’s free agency! The DCWL has collected a pool of ringers who weren’t selected for the tournament and they are allowing teams to make one substitution. So if the *ahem* Age of the Fail wants to boot out Alton West in favour of Sierra Browne, they’re allowed to do that.
CC: And scuttlebutt is that after War of the Words, Sierra Browne’s stock is rising. I think there’s going to be a team that’ll pick her up.
RM: So let’s take a look at the line-up for the Trio Tournament as it stands tonight:
1. Team SOW (Spade, Chris Caranova, Mike McCarey) 2. Team Shootfire (members TBA) 3. The New Main Street Killas (Killa 187, Ert Williams, Necro Bartender) 4. Unique Element (Danny Gunderson, Gabe Lindsay, Aaron Wilson) 5. Horrorshow (Joe Pansac, Wolf Masterson, Mina Eyre) 6. Team NJWF (Alexander Davis, Daisetsu Bando, Lennox Perkins) 7. Team Mad Cow (Mad Cow, Paul Doom, Mario Speedwagon) 8. Team Anderson (Mike Anderson, The Big Nasty, Offramp Alebua) 9. The Age of the Fail (Max Turbo, Alton West, Brian Irwin) 10. Team Sledge (Logan Braddock, Caleb Brantseg, Gabrielle RioPaah) 11. Team Dark Angel (Josh Curtis, Drake Tungsten, Ozzie Emshamo) 12. Team Thompson (Maurice Thompson, B.A. Jive, The Great Atma)
FREE AGENTS – Sierra Browne, Molly Molotov, John Blackstock, Eric Quinney, Marcus Davis, Doug Foster, Porno Anderson, Denis Cyr, “DCWL Icon,” more TBA post-show.
CC: A couple of marlins waiting to be pulled in there with Foster and Davis.
RM: How about Denis Cyr potentially making a one night only return?
CC: Who’s the legend? Haplo? Naja Takemara? Guido Milano? Matt Cole?
RM: For all we know, Hollywood Panzerotti could be referring to himself as a DCWL Icon.
CC: Ooh, good call.
RM: We mentioned Sierra Browne a minute ago; well, coming up next, she takes on Gabrielle RioPaah as we name our first Sirens Champion! Buckley, take it away!
WINNER and NEW CHAMPION – Sierra Browne (The Truth, 15:03)
RM: That’s it! Browne wins with that superkick AGAIN! We have our first champion!
CC: Damn. Can anyone stop Sierra Browne? Molly Molotov, Erica Toughill, Gabrielle RioPaah. I hope the suits at Shootfire are watching because we could be looking at a once-in-a-lifetime athlete here!
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[We open to a small dressing room area backstage, Maurice Thompson stands with his cell phone to his ear. Maurice is already dressed in his attire for his match against, "Deputy Commissioner" Kevin Alloy later in the night.]
Thompson: ....Yes, I appreciate your interest with my organization. I will be in New York this time next week, so we will be able to meet...
[Maurice listens for a moment.]
....If you insist on paying for the ticket, I will not stop you. I look forward to meeting you Ms. Leigh.
[Also dressed in full ring attire, Leon Corella steps into view but says nothing as Maurice talks on his phone. Choosing not to interrupt the man, he stands and waits out of newfound respect.]
...I have to go Ms. Leigh, but I will definitely call you tomorrow.
[Maurice waits a moment again.]
Alright, goodbye...
[Maurice closes his cell phone, not turning around.]
....I heard you come in...
Corella: Hope I'm not intruding, but I saw the door open and heard you talking, so I figured you had a minute
[A solemn expression crosses Leon's face...]
...First... I would like to admit that I may have overreacted a bit to your defeat at the hands of Bane a couple months back.
[Straightening up a bit, He continues...]
...You see, Maurice, I knew what was going to happen if Bane got that title. I saw this shit storm coming a mile away, and my initial reaction was to blow a gasket, naturally...
[Maurice turns around, a smirk on his face.]
Thompson: I hope you didn't come in here to give me a review of the past two months.
[Corella matched his smirk and raised him a snicker, shaking his head...]
Corella: No... you're going to be quizzed soon enough, and I imagine you've done enough reviewing on your own as it is.
[...A brief pause...]
...I chose to test you... push you... and In some twisted way, I thought I was helping you out by showcasing the kinds of crazy, idiot things people will throw in your face in our sport.
[Corella chuckled a bit...]
...Our sport is one of medigated insanity, if there is such a thing.
[Thompson shakes his head, scratching his forehead with an index finger.]
Thompson: We both have a busy night...So, lets get to the point. What brings you here Leon? What do you want to talk about?
Corella: A couple things, namely to tell you, to your face and in person, that I was wrong about you. You are one of the few people here that can make this company shine.
[He offers a smile, as he dips into his wrist tape, producing a card...]
...I also want to help you in your battle with Alloy and Hayden. Take this card...
[...Leon holds it out to Thompson...]
...The only advice I ever got from my father before he died was, get yourself good legal representation. I have an entire legal staff at my disposal and now, so do you.
[...He then shot Maurice a wry grin...]
...These people have saved me from jail and insane fines several times during my... ahem... more questionable days...
[Maurice simply looks at the presented card.]
Thompson: That won't be needed, I have anything regarding my legal affairs taken care of.
[Maurice looks at Corella.]
...No disrespect intended...
Corella: None taken...
[..He then places the card down on a nearby bench...]
...Regardless, if you need it, it's there. I already told these people to treat you like they treat me. Every man should have as many tools to defend himself as possible, inside and outside the ring..
[...Corella looks Maurice in the eye...]
...Now, onto the second round of business. Is your organization prepared for sizeable donations?
[Maurice smirks again.]
Thompson: You would be surprised how fast video can spread around the internet, it seems that my bonfire is getting a good amount of attention. The Future Of The World is pretty well set.
Corella: Well I was hoping to be your first contributor, but you kids and your damn internet...
[Leon chuckles...]
...I would like to offer you a contribution of One hundred thousand dollars. It would mean a great deal to me....
[Thompson looks over Corella. After a few moments he begins shaking his head.]
Thompson: I really can't accept that from you right now, too much been said between us. Maybe at some point in the future I can accept that, just not right now.
[He nods his head, letting out a soft sigh..]
Corella: I understand, really I do. I guess you could say I was pretty much a dick to you, and while I can say I was upset with you for losing the Grand Championship to Beckson, it's not much of an excuse...
[Corella seemed a bit, uncomfortable, a hand rubbing the back of his neck..]
...You're a good guy, Thompson. I may not have shown you respect before, but I do respect you now. Not because you poured alcohol on some Nazi windbag... but because you stand up for what you believe in.
Thompson: Alloy and Hayden don't even understand why I did what I did to Beckson. They think it was all over Chelsea...To me that proves a lot about this company.
[Maurice shakes his head again, tossing his cell phone into his bag.]
It's sad...
[Corella nods, leaning against a locker with folded arms over his chest.]
Corella: As I said, Our business is one of medigated insanity. Sometimes the management in a promotion actually follows what is in it's best interests, and other times?
[Leon shrugged his shoulders...]
...other times, they can't tell their ass from a hole in the ground.
Thompson: Oh well...I guess I'll just have to beat Alloy tonight. It won't make him wise to the world, but it will make me feel better.
[He smirked...]
Corella: Just remember to breath and pace yourself while doing to him exactly what you did to me, and you should come out a winner. Alloy doesn't have the cardio training I do...
[He then leaned in a bit with a snicker...]
...and he isn't even as fast as I am, so you will be dancing circles around him...
[Thompson smirks again.]
Thompson: I'm not too concerned with Alloy, I just wonder how he fits into that Nissan Cube. He's not exactly the most fit guy in the world, he's not the smartest either....Come to think of it, he doesn't have much going for him.
[Corella stroked his chin, looking off as if in deep thought...]
Corella: Damn... you know, I never even gave that any thought. Why would any self respecting man own a Cube, especially one that's over 280 and hits the buffet bar harder than a fat kid hits a box of Krispy Kremes....
Thompson: And works for a midget with a superiority complex...
[Thompson strokes his chin as well.]
[Corella snickered...]
Corella: Now now.... the PC term is, little person... heh heh.... Though you know what? Calling a midget a little person sounds more derogatory than calling them a flat out midget in the first place....
Thompson: Good point...Well Leon, you may be an asshole at times but this has been fun.
[...He offered up a bit of a bow on that...]
Corella: The King of Assholes thank you...
[Thompson goes to high five Corella, but remembers his age. Maurice quickly clears his throat and extends his hand for a handshake, and Leon takes it with a firm grasp, giving him a good solid shake.]
Corella: Kick Alloy's ass pillar to post.
Thompson: Will do...
[Thompson nods his head and heads towards the door. He stops at the bench, gathering up that card Leon placed there. Studying it for a moment, he offers a smirk.]
Thompson: On second thought, I'll keep this handy.
[He then turned and headed out the door. Leon promptly shoved off of the locker and headed around the corner whistling House of the Rising Sun as he did so. The camera then fades back to ringside for the next match.]
WINNERS and STILL CHAMPIONS – Unique Element (Aaron Wilson d. Killa 187, “Wilson Just Planted You,” 22:08)
RM: And Unique Element make their first successful defense of the Trios Championship.
CC: I think if you were to look in the dictionary for the word “in over your head,” you’d find a picture of Da Ace—The New Main Street Killas.
RM: [muttering confused] Look in the dictionary?
CC: I mean, sure, Necro Bartender seems to be doing a lot of the heavy lifting for the team and Ert Williams had the size advantage on all of them, but Killa just get annihilated at the end there. Still, nice to see him actually hit the BIIIIIIIIIIOTCH Blaster rather than just hope the resulting gust of air would knock his opponent over.
RM: What’s this?
[Horrorshow have shown up at ringside. Pansac, Eyre and Masterson each take a belt from the timekeeper’s position and climb into the ring with them. They each pair off with a member of the champions and offer the belts to them.]
RM: Unique Element and Horrorshow encountered each other back at “Death of a Ladies’s Man,” maybe Horrorshow is looking at returning the favour.
[Suddenly Necro Bartender sweeps between them with a chair in his hand! He takes a wild swing and grabs the belts from Pansac and Eyre. Ert Williams scrapes Killa off the mat with one hand, dragging him behind him, while he grabs the belt in Masterson’s hands! Quickly, the New Main Street Killas run up the aisle with the Trios belts, while Unique Element and Horrorshow give chase.]
RM: The NMSK are hijaaking the Trios belts!
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[A cameraman is seen walking outside the and above him on top of the roof is one of the DCWL's newest wrestlers: “Dark Angel” Joshua Curtis. Josh's gaze is fixed upon the moon that beams down on him when he hears the footsteps of the DCWL employee and as he turns to look down over the edge of the building he groans inwardly before speaking...]
DA – This is about the match tonight...isn't it?
[The cameraman only nods as DA makes his way down from atop his perch. As the cameraman awaits “Dark Angel” he can't help but shiver and not just because of how cold it is either!
As Joshua makes his way up to the cameraman he looks like he hasn't slept in about a week! Bags under his eyes, hair looks like it hadn't been combed...'bout the only things that look remotely maintained are his face and his teethbrushing! As he stops about 9 feet away from the unlucky employee he shoves his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and begins to speak again...]
Dark Angel – Atma let me tell you and the fans here a little bit about myself OK? I've no friends no acquaintances, no family. All those people I left behind because you see myself and Joshua have work to do here...tonight! You sadly were just the guy that became the soul that management decided to put in front of me to see just how mentally WHACKED I actually am!
Ever seen the insides of a padded cell? Ever have to deal with the men in the white coats that chase you with a net and then put you in a strait jacket? Unfortunately Joshua did and I was the one whom drove him to being the crazy ass psychopath that drove his sister to MY side! The mom refused to look at her sister until both her and her brother got “Spiritual Help” and the judges FORCED me to have to live at a shrine for many years! THAT WAS [BLEEP]ING PAINFUL!!!
Years went by and I lived in that shrine in a box after Joshua underwent his exorcism. How he survived that I'll never know because you see the “Good Father” failed at 3 exorcisms before mine. Then again...I think Joshua wanted to be done with me and underwent the torture just to be free of me. When we parted I became a “Free Spirit” again and lived with the Priest and Sister that you met already no doubt. The problem became that I didn't want to ever be done hurting people because it felt TOO GOOD and yet I let the two “Religious Sheep” that live at that shrine now try to “rehab” me. They should know better, but I let them think how they wanted.
This brings us back to the here and now Great Atma. Here's a question for you: Do you understand what a “Black Hole” is? Its a vacuum through which anything that happens to get sucked in DOESN'T come back out! Tonight dear Atma you are going to enter your own personal “Black Hole” because once we step into the ring you won't be come out...at least not without severe injuries because my mission tonight is the same as its going to be the rest of the time that I am in this promotion:
To hurt people...badly and sacrifice each and every one of them to my “Angels” so they can try to put the broken, battered and bruised bodies of my victims back together so that when they see me again they'll learn one thing quickly and that's that WE are in this company to make a statement and to show the rest of the wrestling world why we did before what we are going to do now. What you and the rest of the DCWL are going to have to figure out is how you are going to stop us and to be perfectly and brutally honest I don't think you or anyone in this company will stop us. Why? Because to ground a bird is to clip their wings...problem is we are the Angels that live in darkness and you need to understand that and well beat it into you tonight!
So as I leave you tonight I have just one question Great Atma...
Do you believe in Angels?
[The camera fades to black as DA goes back up to his perch above the arena thinking about what he is going to do to his opponent tonight]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[Meanwhile, backstage in the hallway that is reserved for WALKING…]
[Maurice appears around a corner, just getting done speaking to Leon Corella. Thompson looks down at the business card in his right hand, completely unaware to his surroundings.]
VOICE: Anything else you want to tell the world you can do better than me?
[Pan over. Right in front of Thompson is the nearly 300 pound of Kevin “Killdozer” Alloy, in a thankfully baggy track suit. His arms are folded, and he looks over his tinted glasses.]
ALLOY: Or am I too “clueless” to possibly comprehend what you may have to say?
THOMPSON: Look _I_....
[Kevin Alloy cuts him off by slowly stepping forward and getting uncomfortably close.]
ALLOY: Instead of telling me about your holy crusade to cleanse the DCWL, why don’t you just say to my face what you said to camera a couple of weeks ago?
[Uncomfortable pause.]
ALLOY: Say “f’ you,” and say it to my face. Look me straight in the eyes and tell me what you really think of me. Show Chelsea, and Michael Navarro, and all those charities and all those other organizations that have hitched their wagon to you what a classy good guy you are. I’ll stand here and listen, because I’m patient enough to wait until later tonight when we can settle it in the ring.
[Thompson pops his tongue before starring Alloy in the eye.]
THOMPSON: I think you are the most blindly ignorant person I have ever crossed paths with in the wrestling industry. You stand behind the pathetic excuse of being apart of the management of the DCWL to justify your decisions. Well, your decisions have done nothing but put you, Hayden, and the DCWL product in a very uncomfortable corner. You are the kind of people that allow those like Beckson to exist. Instead of speaking out against that kind of hatred, you stand back and use your excuses to justify why you don't do anything...
_THAT_
[Thompson pauses.]
THOMPSON: That, is what I think of you.
ALLOY: And if I do speak out against him, then I’m put into the exact same position on the other side with him screaming about “freedom of speech.” I’m sure you’d be just as vocal defending me.
THOMPSON: An employer of a company has the right to what they allow on their product…
ALLOY: Then there’s the matter of your fine.
[Thompson smiles.]
THOMPSON: There's nothing you could ever do in order to get me to pay that fine. I'm not apologizing for something I feel no guilt for.
ALLOY: You already have. You didn’t pay voluntarily, so $1,000 is being taken out of your match pay tonight.
[Thompson busts out in laughter, putting his hand on Alloy's shoulder for a brief moment.]
THOMPSON: You and I both know...
[Thompson starts laughing again. He bends over not able to control himself. He collects himself, pointing his index finger at Alloy.]
THOMPSON: Youuuu....We both know the DCWL only pays me $500 a month...Wow...That was a good one Kevin.
ALLOY: Then I guess we'll just garnish your pay until we get our money.
THOMPSON: I figured you'd say something like that...
[Maurice hands Alloy the card he just got from Corella.]
THOMPSON: They are apart of my legal team, Sanderson and Kojima. The same Joel Sanderson and Hideo Kojima of the famous Mason case. If I see any tampering with any of my checks expect to receive a call from the number listed...You have to understand Kevin...
[Thompson's face suddenly turns serious.]
THOMPSON: When I give my word about something... _NOTHING_ will change it.
[Alloy grumbles. He takes a deep breath and tries to continue as calmly as possible.]
ALLOY: Look, this punishment is based as much in what you *didn’t* do as opposed to what you did. When Bane brought your girlfriend into the conversation, you did not say “hey, Kev, I don’t think the fine you gave him was enough. I’ll like to challenge him to a re-match. Title, non-title, I don’t care!” I would have pulled strings to get you that re-match because it I would have loved to have seen it and we thought very highly of you. But decided to undermine the integrity of the organization and take matters into your own hands.
THOMPSON: I for one never saw any proof of this fine on Beckson, I did some research and couldn't find anything. You're such a fool Kevin, you think this is all about Chelsea...
[Maurice shakes his head in disappointment.]
THOMPSON: Stop being such a _Fool._ This is about everything Beckson represents, everything he has done, everything he has said. Of course I'm upset about what he said about her, he threatened to rape my girlfriend...For that, I will make sure he continues to pay for everything he's ever done. But, for you to believe this is all about her makes you pathetic. Ask the millions of people Beckson has offended, ask those that have lived in fear of those like Beckson...ask them why I stand against him.
ALLOY: And Christian Chazz? And Leon Corella? You weren’t there for them? Or does standing against James O’Connor and Doug Foster not include the added bonus of the Grand Championship?
THOMPSON: I don’t remember you standing up to Doug Foster either…
[Alloy frowns.]
ALLOY: Yeah. He's hiding behind a legal team. What kind of person does that, right? Anyway, after we decided on disciplinary matters, you did not accept them. You didn’t grumble under your breath at me; I would have respected you grumbling under your breath at me. I would have more respect for you if you fought Complete Control in a handicap match no matter what the outcome, and took your win or loss like a MAN! No no no. You had to go on camera, using the equipment that we pay for to tell us how much we suck! Am I wrong?
THOMPSON: You wanted to bring Complete Control into an uncomfortable situation, and make them your little buffer between the two of us. This has nothing to do with them, if you have an issue with me you should have dealt with it yourself from the beginning. You are the one who isn't a man, you don't have the guts to stand up for what is right. You just stand for what you feel is best for the bottom line...
ALLOY: AM – I – WRONG? I didn’t think so! Maurice, don’t beg to be crucified and then complain about the view. I’m normally a pretty level headed guy, Maurice, but there are two things about you that are really, really, really pissing me off right now. Number one: You going around and bringing every human rights organization you can find to bear on us. Telling everyone that our employees are ashamed to be with the DCWL. One bad apple spoils the bunch, right, Maurice? You don’t seem to want to handle this within the organization, so now you’re positioning yourself as this valiant fighter for racial harmony persecuted by the bureaucrats in the Dangerous Championship Wrestling League. Well guess what? Thanks to you exposing the festering sore that is Julian Beckson, we’ve lost our venues in Saskatoon and Portland!
THOMPSON: Oh really?
ALLOY: That’s right, Maurice. You`ve certainly won a lot of people to your side. Enough people are willing to turn out and protest us that we’ve been booted out of every venue we had booked for the year 2010. Well done. You wanted to make a difference in this world. You did it. You’ve crippled the DCWL, Maurice. I hope it was worth it.
[Maurice snickers.]
THOMPSON: Don't blame me for not being spineless like yourself. I stand for a cause, and even more people are behind me than I thought. You brought this on yourself when you decided to enact this joke of a punishment. Hopefully, you've learned something from this...
ALLOY: Thank you for teaching me how this business really works, kid-who-barely-started-wrestling-when-the-last-DCWL-folded.
THOMPSON: You`re--
[Alloy interrupts.]
ALLOY: I’m not done yet. The second thing that pisses me off is what you should have been doing tonight. You should have been in the ring with Derrick L. Ford challenging for the Dangerous Championship. But you wanted a fight with a broken down journeyman wrestler with a busted hand. I feel like a janitor, Maurice, wiping off the graffiti on the bathroom walls in the high school that is the DCWL. I’ll never hold a Grand Championship, and I have nothing to do with the Grand Champion himself. I remember your match at “Ruckus in the Rockies” and I thought, “there’s someone who I can tell the next generation that we got in on the ground floor.”
[He sighs.]
ALLOY: So I guess what I’m pissed about is my disappointment.
[Alloy chuckles bitterly.]
ALLOY: What am I saying? You’ll probably get scooped up by Shootfire. You and Henry Spikes have more in common than you’d probably like to admit. I’ll see you in the ring.
THOMPSON: I'm not here to be the, "Hot Potato" Champion...Keep your Dangerous Championship matches, keep your complaints, and learn that you need to keep out of my way Alloy.
ALLOY: And you stay classy, kid.
[The Deputy Commissioner exits.]
THOMPSON: That went well…
[Fade.]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
RM: Wow…
CC: Man, this is why I keep my resume current before every show. Wonder if Shootfire needs a new faceless road agent. I can be a faceless road agent.
RM: Well, fans, we’re going to press on past my colleague’s pessimism and get to another first-timer in the DCWL. Josh Curtis, “Dark Angel,” is up next when takes on the Great Atma!
RM: Dark Angel impressive in his first match in the DCWL, and he didn’t even have to go to the ropes; I’ve heard that when he flies, he’s unstoppable.
CC: No doubt about that. I was hoping to see that whomp-ass top rope powerbomb of his, but why knock yourself out if you’re just steamrolling the Great Atma. Who, I have to remind everyone, is not Alton West.
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[We cut to the backstage area. Mike Anderson stands in front of a DCWL- ‘Black Hole Brew’ backdrop decked out in his usual ring attire with a white towel around his neck and wearing a black ‘Black Hole Brew- It goes right through you’ t-shirt. With hands on hips, he stares intensely into the camera.]
MA: Tonight the streak continues ladies and gentlemen. Tonight I single-handedly lead my team to victory. Tonight I put those three chumps on my back and carry them to somewhere they have never been before-
The winners circle.
Yeah I’ve looked across the ring and all the internet rejects are putting us at a disadvantage. Everyone riding the ‘Mad Cow’ parade but maybe they should not have counted out me. Tonight I turn the cow into hamburger. I slay the Big Nasty, punk Max Turbo and break American Freebear’s spirit. But you know what the best thing about it is?
[spits]
I won’t even break a sweat doing it.
[Anderson storms off to the left as we fade back to the main arena.]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[That opening guitar blares over the house PA as Leon Corella steps out onto the ramp in full ring gear, microphone in hand! He met a surprising ovation from the crowd, which honestly took him a bit by surprise. Firing off that megawatt smile, he lifts his chin up, arches his back, and lifts those raised palms into the air...]
#THERE IS... A HOUSE... IN NEEWWW ORRRLLLEEAAANS!#
[...dropping the arms down, he proceeds down the ramp with a confident swagger in his step, just eating up the fan's reactions. He even reaches out and tags an outstretched hand or two with a quick five...]
[...Arriving at ringside, he slides under the ropes and hops to his feet, motioning for the production truck to cut the music...]
#IT'S BEEE-#
[...He raises the microphone to his lips, and addresses the crowd...]
Corella- ...You know, you guys sure have alot of love for a guy who got throttled by a fatty in a cow suit...
*CHEAP LAUGH*
[...Corella smirks as he begins pacing around the ring...]
...Well, I've waited long enough to decide who Bane's opponent will be this evening. I have so many choices... Should I go for... The Native, Maurice Thompson?
*HUGE MARK POP!*
....Maybe Alton "The Great Atma" West?
*BOOOOOOOOOOO*
....Didn't think you'd pander to that too much heh.... How about The American Freebear?
*MARK POP!*
...We could always give Bane a case of... MAD COW DISEASE!!!
*LAUGH & POP*
[...Corella strokes his chin a bit, a look of contemplation furrowing his brow as he looks down at the canvas...]
....Choices choices choices. There is one that sticks out in my mind, that is perfectly suited for a man of Bane's talents.
[...Lifting his head, he looks to the crowd once more...]
...After much careful consideration I...
[The sound of foot soldiers marching, and shouting sound out over the house PA, followed by a grungy rock guitar. Corella lowers the microphone, his face slowly turning into that cold, menacing scowl as he turns to look towards the entrance ramp where Julian Beckson and his sidekick for the night, Jerome, have stepped out. Jerome looks rather nervous standing in front of the live crowd but he also can’t hide his excitement all while Julian looks like business as usual. Both make their way down to the ring and enter it, Beckson making a point to hold the ropes open for Jerome as if they are best friends.]
[Once both are in the center of the ring with Corella, Beckson pulls out his own mic to address Corella.]
Bane – I’m sorry Leon but I wasn’t informed that this was the time we were supposed to be announcing each other’s opponents for the evening or I would have been out here sooner.
*BOOOOOOOO*
Bane – Oh, man, you guys are cruel. Don’t boo my little friend here. You’ll scar him for life.
[The crowd quiets down slightly, aware that young Jerome might take their booing the wrong way even though it isn’t directed at him at all.]
Bane – That’s better. Now let’s get straight down to business. Leon, you came out here to announce my opponent so I figured I better do the same. So without further ado, let’s let young Jerome here pick your opponent for tonight.
[The crowd pops mildly for the child as Beckson lowers the mic towards Jerome’s lips. Jerome’s bright white eyes look around excitedly before he begins to speak. Finally…]
Jerome – Misthter Corella, tonight I want you to fight Misthter Doug Fo…
[Suddenly, Beckson pulls the mic away from Jerome’s lips before Jerome can finish much to the disdain of the crowd.]
Bane – You know what, Jerome? I’ve been thinking about this and I don’t think I fully like the idea of having Foster face Corella. Don’t you agree?
[The child is looking up at Beckson confused but still nods in agreement slowly. Julian then turns his attention towards Corella.]
Bane- Leon, I am fully aware of your talent but I know that Foster has some sort of hard on for you so I can’t risk you of running an injury before our match. The last thing I need is for you to make excuses for me completely dominating your ass at Ark of Triocalypse. So I had to think of a good opponent for you. One that I know that you could beat without getting hurt. I need you to face someone that you will completely dominate just so I know that you deserve this title shot. You see Leon, if you don’t have the pure aggressiveness and emotional detachment to do whatever it takes… LEGALLY I might add… in that ring when you face me, not only do you not stand a chance of gaining my belt, but you also are running the risk of allowing yourself to suffer from a severe, if not career threatening, injury.
That’s why I have chosen this newcomer to the ring to be your opponent tonight. He’s just recently signed a contract with the DCWL but is undefeated in the ring. He might be a little raw but I’m sure you’ll find him a worthy adversary.
Leon tonight you will be facing…
[Wait for it.]
JEROME!!
[Suddenly, Jerome’s bright white eyes seem to triple in size as his mouth drops open. He looks up at Julian and continuously shakes his head no as the crowd breaks out into unrelenting booing.]
RM – Oh God no…
[Oddly enough, we see Leon crack a grin. He steps back a bit, and raises a hand, pointing his finger at Bane. He openly laughs in mockery at the man. Jerome looks nervously between the two...]
Corella- Let me get this straight... You want me to face a child... in the wrestling ring... One on one...
[Bane nods, a bit perplexed by Leon's response...]
Bane- Yes...
Corella- ...My god man, you are more pathetic than I thought....
[...Bane's brow furrows a bit...]
Bane- ...Are you going to face Jerome or not?
[...suddenly Leon's face becomes an intense scowl of rage, anger, and overflowing intensity as he got right in Bane's face shifting 0 to 60 in an instant..]
Corella- THE HELL I WILL!!!
*HUGE FACE POP!*
Corella- What kind of sick motherfucker are you to throw a child at me? You racist, piece of shit bastard?! HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY CALIBRE OF TALENT!!!!
*THE FACE POP CONTINUES!*
[Bane, surprised a bit by his angered reaction, backed off. The crowd, however, began to grow restless as a rather large man crosses over the ring barricade dressed to compete. He sported a black wrestling doublet, knee pads, boots, and wrist bands, long dark brown hair, a thick beard, a noticeable scar on his forehead, and an angry scowl. The man slides under the ropes and steps in right behind Leon...]
Bane- I'd turn around if I were you...
[...The shadow loomed over them, and Leon's eyes grew wide. He turned and immediately was rocked off his feet with a brutal Big Boot to the face! Bane and Jerome quickly clear the ring..]
*BOOOOOOOOOOO*
Bane – I figured you wouldn’t be able to handle doing what’s necessary to face me. You can’t detach yourself enough to accomplish your goals. That’s why I had a backup plan. If you want to get emotionally involved in your matches, Leon, I figured you’d want to face someone from your past that means a lot to you.
I hope you enjoy facing "Big" Mike Foyer.
[...Corella, stunned and trying to rise, was bodily lifted onto his feet by Big Mike, doubled over with a brutal Toe kick to the gut and doubled over. BMF straddles the back of Leon's head, then whips him up onto his shoulders, and drives him to the canvas with a brutal powerbomb.]
[...Bane makes his way to the announce tables and gathers a spare chair to sit down and watch...]
[...Big Mike slips from under the ropes and grabs a referee, slinging him bodily into the ring. Sliding in after him, he then picks the man up and orders him to ring for the bell.]
[...As the Ref does that, much to everyone's surprise, we find Leon slowly rising to a staggered stand...]
CC: Corella just took everything Foyer could throw at him! And do I understand this right? Does BMF have a freaking STEEL PLATE in his skull?
RM: Yeah, that last headbutt seemed to knock Corella loopy enough that he let his defenses down and after that it was just stiff shot after stiff shot from BMF.
[Bane stands from his seat at ringside and makes his exit after Foyer. Corella stirs from the ground and glares lightning bolts in Julian Beckson’s vicinity.]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[Fade in…]
[Huge frame with ‘BIG NASTY’ sprawled across your screen. It takes up your whole damn set not matter how big your television may be. The camera slowly pans back, trying to fit the whole frame of The Big Nasty into the screen. The giant is decked out in normal jeans, ‘Big Nasty’ t-shirt and a ‘Black Hole Brew’ leather jacket that would look like a tarp if it wasn’t wrapped around his big frame. His black hair is tied back in a ponytail and sunglasses cover his eyes. He squeezes his hands together and begins to speak…well scream…]
TBN: MIKE ANDERSON! LOGAN BRADDOCK! OZZIE AND DRAKE TUNGSTEN! IN A FEW SHORT MINUTES YOU HAVE THE UNPLEASANT EXPERIENCE OF MEETING [juts a big thumb at his massive chest] ME IN THE RING! ALL THE TALK! ALL THE BRAVO WILL END, WITH ONE MASSIVE CHOKESLAM FROM THESE HANDS!
I’VE HEARD SNIDE REMARKS FROM YOUR TEAM AND IT HAS DONE NOTIHNG BUT FUEL THE FIRE MORE. TALKIN ABOUT HOW YOU’RE GOING TO DO DESTROY MAD COW, MAX TURBO, ME AND MY GOOD FRIEND, THE AMERICAN FREEBEAR! DID YOU NOT SEE WHAT I AND FREEBEAR DID TO THE LAST PEOPLE TO GET IN OUR FACE! NOW YOU ADD MAX TURBO AND MAD COW TO THE MIX AND YOU HAVE YOURSELF ONE OF THE MOST LETHAL TEAMS IN DCWL!
I CAN’T WAIT FOR ‘BLACK HOLE BREW’! I CAN’T WAIT TO STEP INTO THAT RING AND PROVE ONCE AGAIN THAT NOBODY IS BIGGER OR NASTIER THEN ME! I WILL GRAB YoU ALL BY THOSE SCRAWNY LITTLE NECKS, LIFT YOU IN THE AIR AND PUT YOU THROUGH THE CANVAS!
[Fade back to the announce position.]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[Rich Manning is putting his headset back on, rubbing his ear. Chazz is still wearing his headset, but the expression on his face is one not unlike that of a person who has been listening to Aphex Twin at full volume.]
RM: So THAT’S why we don’t often hear Big Nasty talk.
CC: WHAT?
RM: I said, “that’s why we don’t often hear The Big Nasty talk!”
CC: Yeah, I think the match between Thompson and Alloy is up next too!
[Manning shakes his head and decides to carry on despite a half-deaf Christian Chazz.]
RM: Fans, we alluded to a major announcement from Spirit of Wrestling earlier in the show. Let’s take you back to Sundown!
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[The scene opens to SOW President, Rafaello Rossini’s office. The tall lanky Italian sits behind a brow oak desk in a classy black suit. A smirk is on his face, as his hands are clasped together in front of him.]
RR: Good evening, I am Raffaello Rossini, the President of Spirit Of Wrestling. We at the SOW pride ourselves in running a promotion that is centered around talent, we try to not make the headlines on our programs unlike some of our affiliates.
[Rossini smirks.]
RR: We don’t even enjoy appearing on shows, unless it is a necessary circumstance. Which brings to why you are seeing me tonight….
As all of you know, we will crown the first SOW Champion in our men’s division, and we would like to extend an offer to the DCWL.
[Short Pause.]
RR: As an appreciation for inviting the SOW to their Ark Of The Triocalypse tournament we would like to extend an offer their management to choose any wrestler of their choosing to receive the first title match at our December 7th show…
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[Newman steps to the apron and starts climbing to the top rope.]
Kim: Newman is taking a high risk here, he’s measuring up O’Connor who is reeling a bit…
Morris: O’Connor to his feet…Newman flies off and takes him down with a Flying Clothesline from the top!
[Loud Cheers]
Kim: Newman’s risk paid off! Here’s the cover!
Stanley- ….1
…..2
..
[Loud Cheers]
Morris: O’Connor kicks out! He’s not done yet either!
Kim: Nobody wants to lose this match…Newman is trying to hook O’Conner in the Newman Cycle! He’s not wasting anytime!
Morris: O’Connor is failing to the left and right making it hard for Newman to turn him!
Kim: Newman almost has him! Can he turn him!
[Just as Newman turns O’Connor in the High Angle Double Leg Grapevine..Broughton flies in drilling Newman with a High Knee taking him down.]
Morris: Broughton wasting no time…He pulls Newman up…Stamp Of Disapproval! That’s it he has Newman!
Kim: O’Connor out of nowhere with a Small Package on Broughton!
Stanley/Crowd- ….1
….2
….3
Ding!Ding!
Morris: O’CONNOR DID IT!!
Walker: Your Winner And The First Ever SOW CHAMPION!
CUNNING!
JAMES!
O’CONNOR!
Kim: He shocked Calvin Broughton!
[Calvin sits up on his knees with a shocked look on his as O’Connor is handed the SOW Championship.]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
RM: There you have it! The challenge proposed by Rossini to the DCWL. We know all to well how James O’Connor feels about the DCWL, judging from his actions and words at “Death of a Ladies’ Man.” Well, we got word earlier today that DCWL and SOW management have come to an agreement and that we will be sending the undefeated in the DCWL MAD COW to take on James O’Connor for the Spirit of Wrestling Championship! Cow invades SOW!
CC: Hey, Rich; not to mention what James O’Connor said about the DCWL at “Death of a Ladies’ Man,” right?
RM: Aaaaanyhoo, this next match has come about as a function of DCWL policy, and it’s a situation that has become very tense, very quickly. We’re probably going to see a lot of emotion in the next match, as the DCWL Deputy Commissioner Kevin “Killdozer” Alloy takes on “The Native” Maurice Thompson.
RM: Alloy with a second Last Trip To Tulsa! Thompson is dead center in the ring!
CC: Five powerbombs, a splash off the top and a release german suplex to the outside! I beginning to think the Native could take TEN Last Trips to Tulsa and still kick out!
RM: Where is Alloy going?
[Alloy, a frown on his face, lumbers through the ropes and up the aisle. Match official Rachelle Bennett looks back and forth, confused and continues the count.]
RM: Kevin Alloy… he’s walking out!
CC: What is going on here?
RM: Blaze Crimson is going to try to catch up with the Deputy Commissioner… He’s not making it back to the ring in time!
[Thompson is back up on his feet. Bennett’s count continues.]
16!
17!
18!
19!
20!
*DING DING DING*
BUCKLEY: “The winner of this contest, as the result of a countout, at twenty minutes, eleven seconds… Maurice… the Native… THOMPSON!”
[Crowd pop! Bennett raises the perplexed Thompson’s hand.]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[Backstage, Blaze Crimson rushes through the corridors until she catches Kevin Alloy. He already has his sweats back on, his briefcase under his arm. He body checks the metal door open and heads for the parking lot in the chilly South Dakota night.]
BC: Deputy Commissioner Alloy!
ALLOY: Yeah, what? You gonna stick a microphone in my face? Squeeze a little storyline out of me? I’m here because Kyle Hayden asked me for a favour, not because I wanted to be a walk-on villain in the biggest goddamn soap opera in the world. Maurice Thompson can cut off Julian Beckson’s dick and shove it down his throat and make him choke on his own shortcoming for all I care. I’m done.
[He tosses his briefcase into a Nissan Cube.]
ALLOY: It was a pleasure working with you, Blaze, but I’m sick of playing babysitter and hearing all these goddamn children in that building crying that I’m being unfair to them. I’m doing my job, alright. Or I was doing my job. If I beat Maurice Thompson, he gets to play a martyr. If he beats me, he gets to play a big conquering hero. Well, I’m done being beaten on and run down by every backyarder on the roster. I don’t care how long Kyle and I have been friends for, no friendship is worth this.
[He slams the car door and speeds off into the night. Blaze just stays silent. Pan out to reveal the Governor General.]
ACE STEVENS: Slight… uh, question of procedure here. He’s not going to fine us for stealing the Trios belts, right?
BLAZE: NO HE’S NOT GOING TO FINE YOU FOR STEALING THE FU—
[Mercifully, we cut back to arena.]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
RM: We’ve lost our venues for the first two shows in 2010… the Deputy Commissioner has quit…
CC: Yeah, I’m shocked! I knew Kevin Alloy and Kyle Hayden were friends when I first met them in 1998, and even before that, they were friend in high school for crying out loud! Is Men Without Shame no more?
RM: Chazz, it looks like the DCWL is in for some ugly times going in to “Ark of Triocalypse.”
CC: It could always get worse.
RM: How do you mean?
CC: Mario Speedwagon could win back the Dangerous Championship.
RM: Well… that’s true, but before we get to that match, we’re hearing from Dan Clear.
CC: That could also be worse.
RM: Oh hush, you.
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[We find Dan Clear standing outside Leon Corella's private dressing room with a folded piece of paper in his hand and a big smile on his face.]
Clear- Ladies and Gentlemen, I have an announcement. Leon Corella has decided who will face "Bane" for the main event, which will be happening in just moments. As he is being attended by DCWL Medical Personnel at the moment, He handed me a piece of paper with his choice on it.
[...Dan unfolds the paper and reads it aloud...]
...You won't believe this, but Mr. Corella has decided to put Bane up against newly recruited DCWL Wrestler, "Big" Mike Foyer in a one on one match!
[...The man smirks...]
...Well, Bane may be up against a formidable foe, but just how much can this young monster they call "The BMF", still have left over in the gas tank? We'll find out in just a few short moments...
RM: And Derrick Ford with the big win over Speedwagon. That’s one less monkey on his back!
CC: Yeah, Ford is demonstrating a real mean streak here, and that sort of killer instinct will help him at Ark of Triocalypse against American Freebear.
RM: Freebear and Ford put on a good show for the Dangerous strap at “Death of a Ladies’ Man,” and we have a lot of fans looking forward to their next fifteen minutes of fame at “Ark of Triocalypse.” And Chazz, we already have the next challenger for the Dangerous Championship named!
CC: That’s right. At the “Year We Make Contact…” Well, assuming we’re still in business then… at our first show in 2010, Sledge will challenge for the Dangerous Championship!
RM: Logan Braddock takes on either American Freebear or Derrick Ford, and as well at “Ark of Triocalypse,” the Grand Championship is on the line as Leon Corella takes on the man we will see next. The DCWL Grand Champion: Bane.
WINNER by K.O. – Julian “Bane” Beckson (Rahowa, 15:56)
RM: Oh my goodness!
CC: Man, I’m just going to turn my head every time he does *that* move.
RM: BMF is knocked out and the referee stops the match!
CC: These two were just throwing BOMBS at each other. All that extra height and weight made that Burning Hammer’s impact exponentially stronger.
[Foyer begins to stir already. Beckson sees that there’s nothing else to prove here, so he quickly gathers up his championship and exits.]
RM: BMF is getting back up on his own!
CC: One… tough… dude, there.
RM: Well, Mike Foyer is still going to need to be checked out here; he could have a concussion! Fans, we’re—
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[Cut back to arena.]
CC: Was that who I thought it was?
RM: Those are two very familiar words to fans of Shootfire Pro Wrestling and especially the DCWL. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were on their way back. Fans, it’s main event time. We have an eight man tag match for you and all the participants are competing in the Ark of Triocalypse Tournament. This could be volatile!
CC: Ah, just like Drake Tungsten to hog all the ring time for himself.
[Nasty, Turbo and Mad Cow have evidently had enough. They enter the ring and start helping American Freebear beat down Drake Tungsten as the fans cheer. This draws the other team into the ring and all eight begin brawling again. Suddenly, the crowd goes nuts!]
RM: Who is that?!
*CRACK*
[The loud smack of boot on skull reverberates as a flying kick lands squarely on the back of Drake Tungsten’s skull. Drake-a-reno remains upright like a cartoon character for a second before flopping face-first to the mat.]
RM: KID WAY COOL! KID WAY COOL IS IN THERE!
[KWC showboats for a second, then makes his way to his next target. He leaps up with a kick, but only manages to catch the small of the Big Nasty’s back.]
CC: Oh, poopie.
[Big Nasty looks up from rabbit punching Mike Anderson and turns around slowly. The brawl spills to the floor and ramp. The New Main Street Killas join the fun. KWC knife edge chops Nasty in the chest. Nasty doesn’t even flinch.]
CC: Oh, double poopie.
[Unique Element start chasing the NMSK, and Horrorshow enter the arena and start brawling there. Nasty catches KWC by the throat and hoists him up. Before he can do anything, Alton West appears and low blows the Big Nasty.
RM: Fans, it’s bedlam here in Sioux Falls! For Christian Chazz, Dan Clear and Blaze Crimson, I’m Rich Manning! We’ll see you in St. Paul for the Ark of Triocalypse!
[By the time the final fade out occurs, roughly twenty wrestlers have joined in the locker room brawl.]
[From a high angle in an office. Or more properly a home office. The picture is grainy and of a greenish tint. The timestamp reads 21:31 / NOV-17-09. Despite the picture quality, the voices give away the two individuals. They are the DCWL's Commissioner and Deputy Commissioner. Hayden takes a swig from a bottle, which after a second, he spits into a nearby wastepaper basket.]
HAYDEN: EEEEEuuuuugh!
ALLOY: Told you.
HAYDEN: Augh! E-yugh! It tastes like something you'd garnish with a urinal cake!
ALLOY: I don't care if they're the sponsor. Do what I did and just pour it down the drain. The deposit on the bottles is worth more than the content.
HAYDEN: No wonder Black Hole Brew is so desperate to give this stuff away.
ALLOY: I kind of envy Maurice Thompson, since he's too young to even drink this stuff.
HAYDEN: Yeah, well he's not too young to bait you, Kev.
ALLOY: I didn't let myself get drawn in, Kyle. He's been begging for it, and if he wants to go Third Tier, he can go ahead and do it.
[Hayden sighs.]
HAYDEN: I really hate the position he's put us in. It's bad enough we have to present a psychopathic cross burner as the face of the organization. And now suddenly we have to be a [unintelligible] babysitter. If we don't do anything, we're letting him get away with whatever he wants and if we punish him then he gets his wish and plays the [unintelligible] victim. Either way, we're screwed with Beckson. And then Thompson comes around and decides we're not doing enough and plays vigilante because—
ALLOY: Because he's too defensive of his girlfriend.
HAYDEN: Yeah, what's would he have us do if the tables were turned? Suppose Beckson were whipping him for insulting his girlfriend?
ALLOY: Well, I'll shut him down. Don't you worry about that.
[Uncomfortable pause.]
HAYDEN: Look, is that going to be necessary? I mean, is this some suicide-by-cop thing he's trying to pull or what?
ALLOY: I don't know and I don't care. That's the rules, I just enforce them.
HAYDEN: Yeah, but I think the kid pretty much knows what he got himself into; I don't think you need to assert your "authorit-ah."
[Silence.]
ALLOY: Did you just reference a decade-old episode of "South Park," buddy?
HAYDEN: "I'm not your buddy, guy!"
ALLOY: Oh god. Look, is there anything else I need to know about the show before you take off? And if you start quoting "Beavis and Butthead," I will [unintelligible] kill you.
HAYDEN: No. Don't think there's anything else. The Governor General should be getting his ceremonial sash and seal heart Fed-Exed to him shortly.
ALLOY: Right. And… uh… it's just a ceremonial title, right?
HAYDEN: Yeah… well, there is a loophole, but… it'll never happen. Yeah, it's just ceremonial.
ALLOY: Well, if you say so. I'm going to call it a night. You and Alison have a good ski trip—
HAYDEN: Well, actually—
ALLOY: Oh, god.
HAYDEN: You and Erica.
[Alloy pauses. BUSTED.]
ALLOY: Erica, what about her?
HAYDEN: You and Erica Toughill have been making eyes at each other. Every time she's backstage, you two are like *this*. So I gotta ask… what gives, huh?
ALLOY: Well… Who do you think she learned that discus lariat from?
HAYDEN: And why she calls that one move a "Jilldozer," right?
ALLOY: Yeah. Well, after the old DCWL folded up last year, she wanted to pick up a few new moves. That's it. No big deal.
HAYDEN: That's it, that's all?
ALLOY: That's it, that's all.
HAYDEN: Okay, just as long as there's no conflict of interest involved there, then I don't—
ALLOY: Welllll…
HAYDEN: Oh no.
ALLOY: We uh—
HAYDEN: You and her—
ALLOY: We did a few… Thesz Presses and spinebusters if you want to—
HAYDEN: AAAAAAAAGGGHHH!!!
[He covers his face with his hands as the image burns in his brain.]
ALLOY: Look, she was on the rebound, okay?
HAYDEN: Ohhhhhh go-d-d-d…
ALLOY: It's tough to say no to her; she's a real manipulator when she wants to be—
HAYDEN: Oh god, I can't believe you and Little Miss Muffin-top did—euuuuugghh!
ALLOY: HEY!
[Alloy glares down at the Commissioner.]
ALLOY: Do NOT… speak that way to me about Erica Toughill.
[Silence in the air except for the static hum of the cheap recording equipment.]
HAYDEN: I guess Maurice Thompson isn't the only to get defensive about a woman, huh, Kev? Do you have ANY idea the conflict of interest created by this. It's one thing for her to be in a relationship with a top star… But for her to be involved with a member of management—imagine the [unintelligible]-storm that would erupt if Henry Spikes ever found out about this. Please tell me you have nothing to do with her any more.
ALLOY: Trust me, Kyle, she's in the past.
HAYDEN: Alright. That's all I need to know, so let's consider the matter closed.
ALLOY: Sorry I blew up like that. Look, let's call it a night, okay?
HAYDEN: All right. I'll see ya in a couple weeks, Kev. Good luck against Thompson… and take it easy on the kid.
ALLOY: No promises, man. Have a good vacation.
[Alloy exits. Hayden shakes his head.]
HAYDEN: Erica and Kev… maybe I'll finish that case of Black Hole Swill after all.
[A brief burst of static. Then voices from a different time. Words are thrown around.]
"We've got them."
"Good work."
"I'm sorry."
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
"You know if there's one thing I love, it's to travel."
[Scene opens upon the wistful form of the American Freebear, a profile
shot of the only bear that flies. The aerialy-disposed Grizzly Adams
gives his thoughts over what brought him to the sport of professional
wrestling as he heads into battle at Black Hole Brew.]
"You're all talking with the American Freebear, the only bear that
flies.... But the thing is bears aren't born with wings to begin with.
I mean, obviously they aren't; but in my case, I was born of humbler
stock. Travelin' across the world has always been my ambition and
flying 'cross all those great countries of the world was my dream.
Don't wanna be no soldier, don't wanna be no journalist: I wanna fly
free like a bird, I want to be an honest to goodness ramblin' man!
Just like a rock star on TV. but even a simple roadie would've done
the job for yours truly."
"Luckily, my ma' pounded some sense into me soon enough. Showed me the
importance of a proper education. It's not about goin' to school, it's
about STAYING in school when the going get's tough! And toughed it out
I did, until I got my diploma, until I got my job and until I could
get my life in order. The pay wasn't spectacular, but I can say in
earnest that I didn't waste my life away living in squalor like a
talentless bum."
"And yet... My life wasn't complete. I buried my dreams deep inside
because one day, I knew I'd have my opportunity to roam this world and
meet it's people. I discovered professional wrestling and became
intrigued: like being a rock star, but with more guitar smashin' and
the smashin' of various other objects! I was always a big boy so I
figured entering the wrestlin' business would be a snap... But then
they put me through something called "wrestling school" and in all due
honesty; yours truly got a bit puzzled by the concept of the whole
thing."
[The big burly Freebear, having told his story, turns back to face the camera.]
"The rest of the story you've heard already: Freebear looks at another
guy do a moonsault, does a moonsault himself and thus finds himself a
career as a high-flyer. I fly across the world just as I fly across
the ring. I work in the Mid-South, I work in prison reality TV
programs and now I work in DCWL!"
"By now this ramblin' bear done flown 'cross most of these United
States and soon enough you'll be seein' the American Freebear in South
Dakota! BIG eight man tag match at Black Hole Brew, almost as big as
the almighty Freebear himself! I'm gonna smash some faces in, I'm
gonna maul whatever fool what get's in my face but most importantly;
Freebear s'gotta fly!"
[With that, the veneer of peacability is gone, replaced by the
ferociousness known of the American Freebear!! Arms flailing, mouth
roaring... Why even his beard seems to gain a life of his own!]
"I don't know who I got against me, but I know they're in for a
beatin'!!! No I mean it: who's Mike Anderson? Who's that Drake guy?
Emshamo??? What kind of name is that? Logan? Is he that Sledge guy? He
is??? Why didn't anybody say so??? Listen: bears are on the loose in
the ring and they don't care about what they maul!! I got a cow, a 7
foot tall ex-basketball player and... Max Turbo with me!"
[But throughout all the promises of destruction and carnage, the
Freebear lets out a wink.]
"But you know, I'd never have met any of these guys if I didn't start flyin'!"
[Fade out.]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[Fade in:
Blaze Crimson stands before the DCWL set as she adjusts her microphone and fixes her hair.
Blaze Crimson: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm standing outside the dressing room of one of DCWL's newest signees, the infamous Sierra Browne.She's just moments away from a Women's championship match with Gabrielle RioPaah.Will the irrepressible superstar win gold in just her second DCWL match?
[Unbeknownst to our intrepid reporter as she was making her introduction the dressing room door of Sierra Browne opens and the 5'11 greyhound of a wrestler walks up behind Crimson.Her expression is slightly incredulous.]
Sierra: So this is what I can expect out of DCWL?
[Blaze jumps with a start before she turns to face the contender to the Sirens Championship.]
Blaze: I'm sorry?
Sierra: You're the best they have around here?You're what they send to get my thoughts and opinions?
[The camera is torn between Sierra's sneering expression and her bulging biceps and shredded shoulders.The Truth is a genetic marvel.She has no ounce of fat on her body.The oil on her dark chocolate skin makes each well-defined muscle shine.]
Sierra: Understand something whoever you are, I will no longer tolerate the disrespect to the position that a woman such as I holds in this industry.I've taken my time and kept my mouth shut while you all go about the business of trying to look relevant.I've watched the forays of the SPW wrestlers and the antics of the DCWL and I can see why this promotion hasn't yet reached greatness.You need talent who understands the responsibility of greatness, lady.The wrestlers round here all seem to be desperate to get to a level over their heads.And in case you're wondering that's my level.
[Blaze Crimson opens her mouth to speak and Sierra cuts her off.]
Sierra: If you want to know my opinion of Gabrielle RioPaah it's very simple.I don't have one.I don't need one.I don't have to love her.I don't have to know whatshe's about.I don't have to care two bits about any of her opinions.I'll simply tell you this.I am better than she is.I am the superior wrestler.I am the better representative of the DCWL.I have more drive hunger and desire than she does.It's a very simple equation, woman.I am the woman who will go to any lengths, make any sacrifice, do anything to fulfil my one quest ... championship gold.That, woman, is the only thing that means anything to me.Sierra Browne not being a champion is something that I hate.I hate to see another woman wearing _my_ belt because they feel that they are better than me.They feel that they've done something.I've been doing this too long.I've been working too hard and too long for some woman named Gabrielle RioPaah to keep me from the only thing that makes me happy in this world.So, lady, you want the scoop on what Sierra Browne is thinking?I'll tell you.I'm going out there to see, to go and to conquer.I'm going to go out there and take the Sirens Championship and make myself happy.And I don't give a damn if it kills somebody.That's the Truth..
[With that she shoulders Blaze Crimson aside and heads towards the ring.Blaze looks at her incredulously.There is a pause before Sierra Browne comes back into frame.]
Sierra: And the only other thing that makes me happy is Black Hole Brew.It really takes the edge off.
[Again she looks at Blaze with disgust.]
Sierra: That's how a professional does it.
[And with that the maybe future champ is gone.
Fade out]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[Killa 187 on da soundstage!]
Killa: WHAT UP, G'S?? DA KILLA IN DA HOWZ! DA NEW MAIN STREET KILLAS IN DA HOWZ! DEY HAS CAN CHEEZBURGER, WAT WAT???
[Into shot runs Ert William.]
Ert: YOU ATE MY CHEESEBURGER??!?!? DIE!!!!
Killa: AHHHHHH!!!
[Killa runs away in terror. Ert chases after him.]
Ert: YOU OWE ME A TRIP TO WENDY'S!
[Ace Stevens walks into shot.]
Ace: Here we go again. We were supposed to cut some kinda promo here but, well, we've won so many tag team titles without trying: why start now? So, instead, here's Mr. Paul Anka!
===
[A video of a 1960's beer commercial. Yellow soundstage with giant letters spelling "Molson Canadian" and the famous Canadian Crooner.]
Paul Anka:
#Molson Canadian! The lager beer that's bright and clear!
#Molson Canadian! Brewed by men who know their beer!
#Molson Canadian! Lager beer!
#Cause when you'v got a thirst for a beverage bright and clear,
#Drink Molson Canadian!
*wink*
#Lager beer!
===
[Now Necro Bartender is on the soundstage.]
James: Unique Element has a horseshoe up their asses, and I'm going to pull it out and beat them over the head with it! Then I'm going to drink a Molson Canadian. That's right: a Canadian! Black Hole Brew don't pay me nothin'! Then I'm gonna go celebrate with friends and - maybe - get on top of my wife!
[Into the frame walks Ace]
Ace: Whoa, James! That's timely!
James: Then I'm gonna get a rare intestinal disease, have surgery and never fight again!
Ace: EXTRA timely!
James: Actually, Ace, I'm in for additional diagnosis next week.
Ace: That's alright. I have the ladder on speed dial.
[End.]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[Scene opens inside a dimly light bar in Akron, Ohio. The place is almost vacant, a few guys shooting pool. Sledge is sitting by himself at the bar. His left hand clenching a beer, his right hand is under his chin, supporting his head. He stares off into nothing. The bartender walks up to him.]
BARTENDER: What's wrong man?
[Sledge just shrugs his shoulders.]
BARTENDER: Man, you should be on top of the world. You landed a new wrestling gig. You won your first match. You should be out living it up, but instead your in this shit hole, drinking by yourself. You need to cheer up sunshine.
[The bartender reaches over and pinches his cheek. Sledge slaps his hand away, kicks out his stool and clenches his fist.]
SLEDGE: Piss off Dave!
DAVE: Calm down little brother…calm down. Just sit back down and keep drinking your beer. You need to get over this big brother-little brother bullshit.
[Sledge stares a hole through Dave as he pulls his stool back up to the bar and sits down.]
DAVE: Seriously, what's the problem?
SLEDGE: I don't know man…guess I'm just disappointed. I didn't look that good in the ring against Alton West. I just squeaked out a win. I should have dominated that guy. I need to make a good impression. The fact that I'm a former world champion doesn't mean anything here. I'm starting all over again at the bottom.
DAVE: Yeah, but you got the win. Isn't that good enough?
SLEDGE: No. I need to do more than just win. If I want to rise to the top of the DCWL, I need to do a lot more. I need to leave an impression.
DAVE: Well, you'll have your chance next week. You're going to Sioux City, right?
SLEDGE: Yeah, I'm booked in that eight man tag match. Should be interesting, I have wrestled in a tag match for quite some years. And I'll be facing some big dudes…Mad Cow, American Freebear, The Big Nasty…those guys make me look like a midget. But Anderson is a good wrestler and so is Ozzie. I don't know much about this Drake Tungsten guy, but it should be a interesting match.
DAVE: I heard you got your team set for the Ark of Triocalypse Tournament.
SLEDGE: Yup, Caleb Brantseg and Gabrielle RioPaah. I've never seen Caleb wrestle, but I know RioPaah is one tough lady.
DAVE: There you go man, cheering up already. You ready for another beer?
SLEDGE: Yeah, why not.
DAVE: Another Coors?
SLEDGE: Nah, let me try on of them Black Hole Brews, I heard they are pretty damn good.
DAVE: Black Hole Brew it is.
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[The scene opens up with a big party with over fifty guests dancing and gyrating to a mix of techno-rock which the DJ was generously pumping out via the standard sound table and massive amplifier/speaker combination.In the midst of this party, one young man looks to his buddy, who apparently is the host of the party.]
Host's Buddy-Hey man, what do you have to drink here?
[...His buddy grabs a bottle of Budweiser and passes it to him...]
Host-Bud....
[...The DJ's record scratches loudly and the whole party screeches to a halt.There is dead silence as everyone eyeballs the Host with a venomous glare.Suddenly a taped fist reaches onto the screen, grabbing the bottle and shattering it with a powerful flex of finger muscles.Stepping into the scene is none other than DCWL's very own Leon Corella, decked out in a black T-Shirt sporting a green DCWL Logo, hand and wrist tape, and blue jeans, carrying a 24 pack of Black Hole Brew...]
Corella-That's not a Beer!
[...Leon then reaches into an opening in the 24 pack, producing a can of the brew.He pops the top with a push of his finger and shoves it into the Host's hand..]
....THIS is a Beer!
[...The Host drinks a huge gulp from the can of Black Hole Brew, and his eyes go wide...]
Host-Oh my god...This is Awesome!
[...Leon shoots off a megawatt smile and begins passing out the brew.The Party resumes it's manic pace as everyone then proceeds to chug away can after can of Black Hole Brew.The scene cuts to Leon, now holding up a can himself to the camera...]
Corella-....Black Hole Brew, Premium Draft...
[...He then pops the top, whips his head back, and downs the entire can as if he were an Olympic caliber drinker.Pulling the can away, Leon lets out a long, satisfied exhale and slowly looks back to the camera...]
...If you want great taste and an even greater party, drink Black Hole Brew, Premium Draft.Not only will it quench your thirst...
[...Suddenly two impossibly sexy, Bikini clad women stepped up on either side of Corella.One a Blonde, the other a Redhead.He casts them both a wry glance, then breaks into a devilish grin...]
...but it will make you the life of the party...
[...The ladies hook their arms with his, and together they step off into the crowd to join in the festitives.The scene then loses all focus as a Black Hole Brew graphic pops in.The scene then fades to black...]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[Open without fade to Mina "The Vamp" Eyre.Her face looks a little paler than normal.She smiles a toothy smile, revealing a pair of fangs.In her hands, as if she were a model on the Price is Right, is a bottle of Black Hole Brew's Golden Brown.When Mina speaks, it's in the world's worst Hungarian accent.]
EYRE [as Natasha from Rocky and Bullwinkle]: Drink Black Hole Brew's Golden Brown, dahlink.It has a texture so smooth it is...
[She takes a sip.She immediately looks surprised and worried.]
EYRE: ...like the sun?
[Eyre is enveloped in a cloud of smoke.Here, the video pauses.We turn to see the director going over the footage, nodding his head with approval.Some fifteen feet behind him, we see The Vamp on her cell phone, talking low, but not low enough to hide her emotions.]
EYRE:Goddamn beer heads.What the fuck do they know about wrestling, anyway, if they're asking us to do this shit?I don't need this this week.
[A pause.]
EYRE: Well let's think.There are only two women with pinfall wins in the entirety of the DCWL Sirens Division, and only one of them is fighting to be crowned the first champion.
[Another pause.]
EYRE: Well, yeah, Browne's great and all, but we all know the real match is between be and her.Besides, Sierra Browne didn't have a match with a bunch of Samoans who didn't realize crotch shots don't work the same way on women as they do on men.I couldn't...alright, alright, no details.Geez.Anyway, it's bad enough I get passed over for that, just after Horrorshow gets passed by the freaking Killas for the Trios shot, but I have to put on the fucking fangs for some lowlife beer company just because they're sponsoring our team.Yeah, well fuck you very much.
[Another pause, followed by a sigh.]
EYRE: No, I don't want them to cut our sponsorship.Yes, I'm sure their beer is well liked in this part of the country.All I'm saying is that I don't know that degrading us is going to sell them any extra beers.
[The makeup lady passes by.]
MUL: Good work, Miss Eyre.
[She keeps walking.Mina watches her leave for a moment, lost in thought.]
EYRE: Well, at least they got my name right.So what was that you were saying?
[Open to Wolf Masterson, in his jean jacket and aviator sunglasses.He, too, is holding Black Hole's Golden Wheat.He speaks with a wide smile on his face.]
WOLF: AWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!For a howlin' good time, Golden Wheat is the only beer for me!Texture like the sun...only the best, for a Wolf like me.
[Fade out.]
[Fade in to just outside of Horrorshow's dressing room.The door opens, with "Something Better" Wolf Masterson stepping out into the hallway.]
VOICE: Hey!
[Jogging up to him is his tag partner, Mina Eyre.Wolf shakes his head at the sight.]
WOLF: Oh God, what now?
[Mina looks mildly affronted.]
EYRE: Nothing, just wanted to get you so we can catch Joe's spot in a bit.Show some support for the oppression we're exeperiencing and everything.I'm just amazed you got out so quickly.I thought it'd take ages to get all that fur off you.
[Wolf cocks an eyebrow.]
WOLF: Fur?I didn't even have to change.I just dropped in to drain one of those bottled waters they gave us.
EYRE: Wait, what?I thought Black Hole wanted us to do our horror gimmicks!
WOLF: They did...they just said I could howl and that was enough.
[Mina shakes her head.]
EYRE: I don't believe this.I bit my tongue five times with those goddamn fake fangs, and Joe's spent the last five minutes obsessing over the right combination of flour and baby powder.YOU, of all people, get to don normal clothes and just howl.What.The.Fuck.
WOLF: Hey, come on, I'm a star on the rise, baby.They want this face for marketing, and that's just what they'll get.No need for the bells and whistles when I'll sell beer without them.They're just hoping my fan base comes through.
EYRE: You'd need a fan base first.
VOICE: Excuse me...
[They both turn towards a twelve year old boy, wearing an old red and black "Best of the Best" T-shirt.]
BOY: Mister Masterson, can I have your autograph?
[Mina shakes her head and laughs.]
EYRE: Wow, Wolf, how much did you pay the kid?
[Masterson looks hurt.]
WOLF: What?He's one of my adoring fans.
[He holds out his hand.The kid gives him a pen and notepad.Wolf leans on the wall, filling the pad page with his wild signature.]
WOLF: You want to sign too?
EYRE: Sure, I always wanted my name on eBay.
WOLF: Always so cynical.
[He hands both back to the kid.He looks over at Mina, who stands there with her arms folded.]
BOY: Thanks!Can I get my picture taken too?
WOLF: Of course!Uhh, let's see...YOU!
[We see the director of the commercial turning, behind Mina, then looking around to see if there was anyone else Wolf could have been shouting at.There isn't.]
WOLF: Could you take a picture of the three of us?
EYRE: What?
DIRECTOR: Okay.
]The three pose for a picture.The kid gets his camera back.The director walks off screen.]
BOY: Wow!I got my picture taken with Wolf Masterson!My friends won't even believe me!
EYRE: Alright, well enjoy it.It was nice meeting you.Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go see if Joe's covered the set in snow yet.
[Wolf and the boy wait and watch her leave.Once they're satisfied she's out of range, Wolf slips the kid a bill of some kind.]
WOLF: Don't spend it all on one place, alright?Thanks for helping me out.
BOY: Oh, no problem Wolf.
[The two shake hands.The kid takes a few steps away, then turns back.]
BOY: You know, you are actually pretty good in the ring.I'm more of a Maurice Thompson fan, but you're pretty cool too.
[The kid walks off, with Wolf unable to share his big smile with anyone.Fade out.]
[Open without fade right to The Deadman, Joe Pansac.Wearing his customary gray flannel shirt and black t-shirt, we also see that he's covered in a thick layer of white powder.He holds a beer bottle up in front of the camera, with the Black Hole Brew label clearly shown.When Joe speaks, it's in his warbly, gravelly zombie voice.]
PANSAC:Black Hole Brew...GOOOOOOOD!People who don't drink Black Hole with the Deadman...BAAAAAAAAAD!People who don't like Black Hole have no BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIINNNNNNNSSSSSSS!
[Joe puts the bottle to his lips and turns the bottle upside-down.He holds this pose for a good ten seconds before turning it right side up.The bottle's about half empty.]
PANSAC: Drink BLACK HOLE BREW, the CHOICE of the DEADMAN!
VOICE: Cut!
[The camera backs away to show the scene unwinding.Joe places the rest of the beer down on a nearby table.A man in his mid twenties walks over to Pansac.From his voice, we can tell it's the same man who just cut the scene.]
DIRECTOR: Great job, Mister Pansac.Really loved your intensity there.
[The Deadman shrugs, gesturing for a towel from one of the PAs.From somewhere off camera, a towel comes flying in to meet his request.He immediately begins rubbing the excess powder off his face, hair, and shirt.]
DIRECTOR: Actually, I was wondering if we could do one more....you know, really have you lay into that brains line.
[Joe finishes his initial patdown, then looks at the director with a wry smile.]
PANSAC: What's your name?
DIRECTOR: Jeremy...
PANSAC: Listen, Jeremy, I understand the game here.We want to be in the tournament, we need to play nice with Black Hole.They sponsor us on the condition that we do the commercial their way.I do it because this could be my last big chance, because Mina and Wolf have never had this chance before.But a second take was never part of the deal.
JEREMY: I know, but...
[Joe's already walking to an area off set where there are a few chairs set up.He motions for Jeremy to follow him, to continue talking.The director looks hesitant, but he moves purposefully towards the area where the Deadman is seated, waiting for him.Jeremy takes a seat in the chair facing him.]
JEREMY: I know, but it's important to the company that we get this right.
PANSAC: I understand, Jeremy.You want to do a good job, so maybe you land a better directing job and don't have to do commercials anymore, right?Well I'm doing the same thing.I paid my dues so I didn't have to put on the powder anymore, so I could articulate like a normal human being.We, Horrorshow, are finally getting somewhere.We haven't been beaten in the DCWL.We beat one of the two best teams in the DCWL at the last show and might be going against the other real soon.The point is, we worked to put ourselves in a better situation specifically so we'd never have to go back to these horrible gimmicks again.Like I said, I'll don the flour and say your phrases, because you've got to sometimes to move ahead.But just like you don't want to be known as "Jeremy the Commercial Director," I don't want to be known as "The Guy Who Says 'BRAAAAIINNNSS.'"
[Jeremy thinks about this for a moment.]
JEREMY: Alright...I think they'll be happy with that last take.Thanks for coming out and doing this, Mister Pansac.
[Both men stand and shake hands.]
PANSAC: Please, call me Joe.And good luck to you, Jeremy.
[Pansac walks out of the frame, leaving only Jeremy the Director.He smiles and shakes his head, looking down at the hand he just used to shake.He wipes his hand on his opposite shoulder, coating the black sleeve with white flour.With this, we fade out.]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[We open inside of an elaborate office building in downtown New York City, Cassandra Whitmore sits on the edge of a desk in her usual black suit. Doug Foster stands in front of her wearing his yellow, "Your Questions Answered" shirt along with blue jeans. His arms are crossed, not looking too pleased. Cassandra remains her usual calm and relaxed self.]
CW: You're probably wondering why I called you all the way to New York...
DF: That...
[Cassandra interrupts him, lifting her right hand.]
CW: I know...and why I decided to accept a match between you and Brian Irwin at Drink Black Hole Brew.
DF: Exactly...
CW: Lets start with the ladder, why not wrestle Brian Irwin? He hasn't accomplished anything in the States, he's of no worry to either of us. We should move to show your dominance to the DCWL community. Our plan is coming together well, and you're happy with your paychecks from Kennedy and Associates aren't you?
[Foster smirks.]
DF: Definitely...
CW: Good, that brings us to why I asked you here. I'm against the use of these things, but your avid use of them can be used to our benefit.
[Cassandra stands up from the desk, she walks behind it and picks up a chair. She presents it to Foster, it's outlined in red while the rest is painted yellow. "Chairman Of Pain" is wrote in red on the seat of the chair, while a large red question mark is on the opposite side. She hands it to Foster before taking her seat back on the desk.]
CW: Chairman Of Pain seems to be a good moniker for you as well, I had ten of these made with different patterns and what not. Consider it a gift for the great work you're doing.
[Foster smiles after looking over the chair.]
DF: I know the perfect use for this...
CW: I was thinking you would...
DF: I appreciate it Cassandra.
CW: You're welcome, now to the other reason I brought you here...
[Cassandra leans back, pressing a button on her office phone.]
CW: Send them in Ceila...
Ceila: Right Away...
[A few seconds later, three individuals walk into the room wearing black suits. The first is around 5'10'' 180 pounds, the second looks to be 6'3'' 260 pounds, while the last is a towering 6'9'' around 300 pound individual. Foster turns in their direction, looking them over.]
CW: These are Lee Woo Hae,Julio Suarez, and Waltraud Mezger...These will be your personal Security Detail. After the threats made by Leon Corella, we at Kennedy and Associates wanted to make sure we keep our new high valued employee safe... Lee Woo Hae is from South Korea and an 8th degree black belt in Taekwondo, Julio Suarez is a body builder from Argentina, and Waltraud Mezger is one of the most famous wrestlers from Germany.
[Foster smirks.]
DF: I'm enjoying being back with Kennedy and Associates, you know how to show an employee respect.
CW: Just doing great work, the perks will continue to be here.
DF: Don't worry, step three will be taken care of without a problem.
CW: That's what I like to hear.
[Fade To Black.]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[We open to a plane DCWL backdrop, the camera pans downward to show the members of Unique Element standing with serious looks on their faces. Each have a third of the DCWL Trio Championships over their shoulder, Unique Element shirts cover their chest. Without wasting much time they begin speaking.]
Gabe: A family will always stick together, a family will not allow one of there's to feel like they are alone, a family will go through trials and tribulations together, a family will never turn their backs on each other. A family will stand together or they will fall together.
Aaron: Maurice Thompson is apart of our family, Navarro and Cold Blood trained all four of us at Vision Quest. That gives us a tight bond that will last the rest of our lives, when someone hurts Maurice or decides to do him an injustice it bothers the three of us. We didn't know what he was going to do to Beckson, he kept that from us. He probably wanted to keep us from facing a punishment like the one that is being forced on him. Navarro and Cold Blood taught us in the traditional ways of wrestling, and to respect our opponents, but in this case we support him completely. Beckson had it coming...
Danny: We were suppose to do a little promotion for Black Hole Brew, but as a protest we will not. I imagine Kevin Alloy will try to take away the titles we worked hard to earn, and if that's the case, we will have to live with it. We will not stand by idly and watch Maurice have to fight with the DCWL front office alone. That's not what a family does.
[Gabe nods his head.]
Gabe: If you want the titles from us, you're going to have to pry them from our dead fingers. Much like the New Main Street Killaz are going to find out. We won't let something we worked so hard for simply slip away, Unique Element plans on having a long reign as the DCWL Trios Champions. We are the best team the DCWL has to offer, and we will prove that in the Ark Of The Triocalypse. Each and every team the DCWL has to put in front of us will be defeated.
Aaron: The time has come that we prove ourselves to the wrestling world, no longer will we be bullied around, no longer will we watch Maurice be bullied, no longer will we not have the respect we deserve. Danny and I dealt with that every night we were in that "other" promotion that felt we weren't one of the, "boys" so they decided to hold us back. This is the time where Unique Element proves its worth.
[Danny steps forward.]
Danny: This goes directly to the DCWL Grand Champion, I don't care where it is, even if it's at the DCWL Training Center, at The Year We Make Contact, or anywhere else. You and I will meet in the ring, and I just may end up snapping your ankle.
[Fade.]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[We open to intense stare of Mike Anderson. The undefeated rookie doesn't look to be in a very good mood. He clenches his teeth and closes his eyes in concentration as we finally see why as the camera pans back. Anderson has some poor hapless bum in a cross face chicken wing. The wrestler immediately screams out in pain and taps the mat frantically. Anderson holds it a few more seconds then releases, the mans face smacking off the canvas in pure defeat. Anderson stands as one of his trainers throws him the traditional white towel. He wipes the perspiration from his face then stares at the camera, a cocky grin dancing on his lips.]
MA: See Marcus Davis [points at the still fallen jabroni] that is how you apply a submission move. I told everyone you were nothing but smoke and mirrors. I told everyone that when it came right down to the wire, you couldn't hang with me. You not only had me in your little submission once [holds up two fingers] but twice and you still couldn't get the job done. You tried every move in your arsenal but in the end your ignorance cost you the match.
No matter how much you whine and cry that you were wronged, every time they look in the record book it will say I, Mike Anderson, pinned Marcus Davis in their first ever encounter. I didn't get lucky Marcus, I had a game plan and it worked to perfection. I knew your ego wouldn't be satisfied with just pinning me, no, you would have to try and make a statement. You would have to try and make an impact. Well you got one Marcus , ME , pinning YOU for the one, two, three!! I'm done with you Marcus. I proved who the better man was. Go wrestle the Mario Speedbags of the World punk, cause I proved you don't hold a candle to me.
[ Anderson wipes the sweat from his brow. He takes a small sip of water then gives us his attention again.]
MA: Now onto more important things. This coming card. Thanks to our sponsor 'Black Hole Brew- The one that goes right through you.' I must step into the ring and carry three other men to victory in an eight man tag match. On my team, some guys named Logan Braddock, Ozzie Emshamo and Drake Tungsten. I'm not going to pretend I'm happy about this. I'm not going to stand in front of everyone and play nice. I'm gonna lay out on the line for you three. Mike Anderson came here to win. That's what I do. I climb into the ring and defeat whatever and whoever is put in front of me. The Big Nasty [shrugs] I've beaten bigger. American Freebear, just another over hyped chump like Marcus Davis. Max Turbo [smirks] I already showed the World what I can do to him and finally some moron dressed like a cow.
If it was just me one on one against ANY of you, I would put you down for the count. But seeing that I have to carry three idiots to victory, I feel as though I'm in a handicap match. But it doesn't matter. Just like the greats before me, I will rise to the occasion and lead my team to victory because that is what winners do.
My three team mates for this match [sneers] you don't have to thank me.
It was my pleasure.
[FTB]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[Fade in to Derrick L. Ford, standing in his three piece suit and white stetson in front of the DCWL logo.He clutches the Dangerous Championship draped over his shoulder, as if afraid it's about to fall off.With a hard smirk on his face, he addresses the camera.]
FORD:DCWL, your long national nightmare is over!For the first time since the second ever show, you have a Dangerous Champion that you can be proud of.I know, I know, you were starting to get worried.A man who walked right out of a Blaxploitation film, a living, breathing third tier cartoon hero, and the biggest embarrassment to the DCWL since Buster Brown.This belt should have never left my side, should never have gone on the Tour de Suck that caused the Dangerous Championship to be regarded as slightly higher than toilet paper.I saved the integrity of this belt, the integrity of this very COMPANY, from being a total and utter laughing stock.So, DCWL, I say to you...you're welcome.
[He shakes his head.]
FORD:Of course, I also saved this belt from the wretched fate of being held by the American Freebear.Hey, Freebear, congratulations for showing up and displaying competence.Really, a nice change of pace for me as far as Dangerous Championship opponents go.Still, one of us is clearly championship material.One of us has the look...
[Ford preens, showing off his rings and winning smile.]
FORD: ...the pedigree, and the class to be a true representative champion.One of us had what it took...and promptly took the title.No little post-match hissy fit is going to change the fact that the best man won at "Death of a Ladies Man."But, hey, if you still haven't learned your place here I'll be happy to show you right where it is.Just hope you have your gear ready for when Bear Force One goes down.
[A chuckle.]
FORD: Now some of you will tell me to focus on Mario Speedwagon first, or else I won't get to face the Bear at Triocalypse.After careful deliberation, I've determined that the most appropriate response is..."So?"Speedwagon is no threat to me.Hell, he's less than no threat.His fluke "victory" was when he danced around the ring for fifteen minutes until the time expired.THAT'S your great champion?Please.Alloy did him a favor by stripping him of the title...the fans would have rushed the ring and killed him on the spot for being such a cowardly champion.
[The smirk drops as the camera zooms in.]
FORD: That's right, you filthy hippy, I called you a coward.I'm still the supercharged Mustang ready to run your Ford hating ass over.And this time, running away isn't going to do a damn bit of good.You want to win?You're going to have to come after me.But don't worry, Mario.When it's all over, after I've smoked you like yesterday's hash, you can go home, put on the Wizard of Oz, match up the Pink Floyd album to the start of the movie, and get real cozy with ol' Mary Jane.Just promise me - after this, you leave the championships to the real men of this fed.At Black Hole Brew, you'll find out that there is no room for cowards during the ERA of DERRICK!L!FORD!
[Fade out.]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
#Enter#
#Thursday, November 12, 2009 2:12 CDT#
[After all...Maurice Thompson has been through a great deal since he last stepped foot in a DCWL ring. From being fined $1,000 by the astute, "Deputy Commissioner" Kevin Alloy for his actions against the DCWL Grand Champion, Julian Beckson. Insiders deeply entrenched within the wrestling community applauded Thompson's actions against the often controversial champion. Unfortunately, those within DCWL felt his, "lashing" provided a message to new DCWL fans that would turn them away from the product.]
[....]
[Those are my thoughts exactly, everywhere Maurice has turned he has received support and adulation, except from those that have hardly done anything except for slap a confirmed racial bigot on the wrist for his narrow minded views, hateful rhetoric, and speech that will do nothing more than taint the minds of America's youth with visions of violence and the destruction of their fellow human. Based on what you ask? The subtle difference of skin color, nationality, or religion. What have millions of American soldiers fought and died for if at the end of the day...]
[We Allow Hate To Poison Our Minds And Darken Our Hearts?]
[A lesser individual would have already walked away from a promotion that shows such little support for common humanity? Should the wicked be able to escape without even the slightest retribution being exacted against them? Should the mainstream be forced to listen to their moral values be tarnished by a few idealistic racists? Should people have to live in fear of having protests in their neighborhoods, their friends, family, children being attacked in an alley, without any witnesses to report the crime? Why do the pure of heart have to go without…]
[Justice?]
[All are questions that should be asked in society, especially after the punishment Kevin Alloy enacted on Maurice Thompson. Alas…We are forgetting a few major aspects of the previously noted punishment. Not only did Alloy attempt to fine the young Thompson, he also took away any Grand Championship title considerations from him in the immediate future. That isn't all, to further harm Thompson he booked him to face Eric Quinney and John Blackstock from Complete Control in a sanctioned Handicap match.]
[Now That Does Send A Message.]
[Reported hundreds of fans, reporters, and onlookers have called the office of Kevin Alloy with complaints of this punishment against Maurice Thompson, while only, "rumored" punishments and a insincere public apology have been pressed against Julian Beckson. Truly, the will of those watching the DCWL have been made clear. Yet, the front office remains steadfast in their claims that Maurice Thompson needs to be held accountable for his actions. They believe Maurice Thompson has done more to hurt the product of DCWL than Julian Beckson. The front office has progressed this issue in order to make an example out of Maurice Thompson. In their eyes, Maurice Thompson's actions, "…Confirms to him that he's right about something everyone knows he's about." The official quote asks you to pretend that Beckson wasn't the one being attacked.]
[That's The _Entire_ Point.]
[None of this would have occurred if it wasn't for Julian Beckson, the DCWL wouldn't have the eyes of many Civil Rights Organizations glued onto their every statement if it wasn't for Beckson. The fans of DCWL would not be made to feel uncomfortable to fill arenas to watch their loved wrestling product, they would not spew so much venom on message boards, they would not threaten to stop buying DVD's, coming to shows, or even read results from the DCWL…if it was not for Julian Beckson. Allow me to ask you…]
[Has Maurice Thompson Done More Harm Than Julian Beckson?]
[This brings us to our current date and time, we are in the middle of a field at the Phoenix Lodge Apartment Complex. Maurice Thompson stands behind a four foot cylinder trash can, leaning to the side is a dark blue Nautica back pack, on the other side leans a brown paper bag, all contents unknown to anyone except Maurice. Maurice himself is wearing a pair of blue jeans and black collard shirt. A stern looks is across his face, he stands in defiance, seemingly daring anyone to confront him about what is to take place. A simple nod towards the camera informs the crew and the viewers that he is ready to proceed.]
Thompson: I do not stand here today the same Maurice Thompson I was three months ago, I am not even the same man I was two weeks ago. At that time, I could never believe the actions of Kevin Alloy were even conceivable, much less would ever take place. I did not think I would ever be faced with going up against the front office of a wrestling promotion based on principles of simple humanity. Something I felt the wrestling industry would ever be dealt with…
[Maurice licks his lips.]
Thompson: I never thought I would become the face of resistance against the hatred that still exists among civilized society, I didn't think so many people would come to my defense, would keep me motivated, would push me to exceed my potential and prove a point to all of my detractors. Those detractors are very much against the racial and religious melting pot that is the United States Of America…
[Maurice says those words with pride. The bite of the words is meant for those that want to tear at a fabric of the potential of a complete inclusive American society.]
Thompson: Before I explain why I'm standing out in the middle of a field, I would like to address everything Julian Beckson has stated since Kevin Alloy laid down his punishment for my attack against him…
[Maurice runs his hands through his hair, not breaking eye contact with the camera.]
Thompson: I would like to begin with your allegations of never doing anything wrong, which seems to be the attitude of those that share your political beliefs… You've said things, done things, and represent things that would have seen you on the end of being fired in any other company. Most companies realize what having someone like you employed does to their reputation in the community, with that being said, perhaps my actions against you were out of line…
[Maurice shakes his head.]
Thompson: But they weren't…I'll cover why they weren't in a couple of minutes. You rave on and on about me being a coward..about me being _Jealous_ of your success…
[Maurice laughs for a couple of seconds before regaining his composure.]
Thompson: You've barely had any success in what you call a career; therefore, there is nothing about your _Success_ I have to be worried about. Especially, since your life is full of failures. Your failure to have a positive relationship with your father, your failure to connect with the world around you, your failure to admit to your own mistakes. From what I've researched about you, that was the lead to your current political beliefs. You have failed to realize _Your_ own mistakes and short comings. Much like most failures in this world, instead of learning from them and directing the cast of blame towards yourself, you direct it towards others.
[Short Pause.]
Thompson: You have called me a coward, but I have looked in your eyes when you were speaking to Angel…I know she is your one true weakness, despite all of your glaring ignorance. Your eyes glow when you talk to her, everything in your world turns to gold, you have a feeling of peace and tranquility come over you, she makes you….
_Happy._
Thompson: Instead of listening to the reasons why she never wants to speak to you again, you withdraw from the one person that probably ever showed you any love and you cast the blame on others. This to me shows your true cowardice, and the fact you never even had the capability of actually loving her. Julian Beckson, you are the biggest coward of them all. It's obvious why she wants nothing to do with you, instead of confronting the situation, you run and you've been running for a long time now. When are you going to stop? When are you going to face the fact, that your one love…
Doesn't _Love_ Who You Have Become?
[Thompson's eyes narrow as he continues glaring into the camera.]
Thompson: You also threatened me with legal action due to my attack on you…I dare you to move forward with your threat. Might of fact, I _Want_ you to move forward with that threat. There is nothing that would make me happier than you taking me to court for what I have done to you….
Why?
[Thompson pauses once more.]
Thompson: …Because…I will _Never_ pay the fine Kevin Alloy has placed on me. I will not accept the payment of anyone else paying the fine, I won't even consider for one moment placing my name on any check going to the DCWL front office. So the ball is in your court Beckson, or will I make you into a liar? I'm going to stand my ground, I think you should as well.
Moving On…
Thompson: Kevin Alloy, I'm still waiting for your response. Are you going to be a man and wrestle me yourself? You seem to feel so convicted by your statements, that I have done the DCWL bad by making Julian Beckson suffer through some pain. In your mind, you're doing your job, you are making sure the integrity of DCWL is held in high regard. Unfortunately, you have done more damage to the DCWL. Your staff left me voice mails, trying to point out to me that you have fined Beckon the same amount that you are currently trying to get me to pay…Yet, when I look at the records…I find no indication of any money transaction. Not only that, you feel justified in taking away any current opportunity for me to face Beckson in the ring for the Grand Championship, and you try to place me in a match against Complete Control.
[A small smirk comes across Thompson's face.]
Thompson: Take away my match, I'll earn it back…Instead of stepping up to the plate you attempt to put Complete Control in the middle of this situation. That to me proves that you can't even stand behind your own actions. What are you worried about? Proving the hundreds of people that called your office, sent you e-mails, the thousands that posted on message boards, that feel you are protecting Beckson…Correct? Is that your fear? Give me a break Alloy….
[Maurice pauses once more, he motions towards the back pack. He pulls out a can, he strategically holds the label away from the camera.]
Thompson: Black Hole Brew is sponsoring the next DCWL show, and the company asked everyone to give a little plug to their wonderful sponsors…
[One could easily hear the sarcasm in Thompson's last statement. He turns the can around.]
Thompson: Instead, I present to you Black Hole Brew's leading competitor, "Irish Fountain." The best tasting brew in the world, they kindly offered me a sponsorship deal for when I turn twenty one. I don't know this from experience…
[..Yeah Right…]
Thompson: But, I've heard that Black Hole Brew is kind of bad..So, there you have it.
[Thompson lays the can down beside the trash can. He pulls the back pack up, resting it against the lid.]
Thompson: The following is probably going to upset every radical organization in America that Julian Beckson ascribes to…The DCWL camera crew that has been assigned to me the past month were watching as I made a few purchases online that really bothered me, as I unfortunately had to give money to a cause that truly bothers me in order to make a greater point. On October 28th, I felt as if I was making a mistake. But, as time has moved on, I've become aware that what I'm about to do is going to send a message of defiance from everyone against racial bigotry. This is when I truly become the figurehead for the movement to remove hatred from American society.
[Short Pause.]
Thompson: To explain, Julian Beckson has named a couple of his signature moves after others who have also made their fame off of spewing racial hatred. Prussian Blue, is a group of two Neo-Nazi teenagers that love singing about how great the world would be if we all looked a like…Such a fitting name for one of Beckson's most powerful moves.
[Maurice pulls three CD's out of his bag with his left hand. A look of disdain comes over his face.]
Thompson: These are all the works by Prussian Blue, while they have the right to freedom of speech, I also have the right to do the following…Which all of humanity has the right to do with those that attempt to drive a wedge through everything that holds us together…
[Maurice drops the three, unopened CD's into the garbage can. He looks down at them in spite for a brief moment. He reaches back inside of his book bag.]
Thompson: Moving on to the Rahowa…For those of you that were fortunate enough to not know what it stood for, it is an acronym for, "Racial Holy War" which was made famous in a book, compiled to tear at the fabric of what is good and just around the world. To incite hate and destruction in the minds of its followers…
[Maurice pulls a book out of his book bag entitled, "White Man's Bible."]
Thompson: This is a disgrace to "white men" everywhere, and just like Prussian Blue…Is going directly where it belongs…
[Maurice drops the book into the trash can, never looking away from the camera.]
Thompson: Freedom Of Speech goes a long way. If the freedom to speak of hatred and violence against those that don't look like you exists, people like I have the right to speak against hatred, we have the right to bring together people to value each other. We have the opportunity to make a difference in this world. We have the opportunity to make sure that future generations do not have to worry about what race they are or if they will be judged for simply, "looking" different. This is where our struggle for a brighter world begins…and this is a demonstration…
Of how bright our world will shine…
[Maurice reaches into the brown paper bag, pulling out a gasoline can. The following is very predictable at this point, Maurice empties the contents of the can into the trash can. Following, he reaches back down into the bag pulling out a box of matches. He lights the match on the box, before dropping the box back into the bag.]
Thompson: The Future Of The World looks bright. It shall be even brighter when I defeat Julian Beckson…
[Almost immediately following Maurice dropping the match into the trash can, smoke starts billowing from within. The flame starts to grow in height as the camera zooms in on it. Thompson chimes in once more from off camera.]
