The camera pans the whole of the country and stops at the “famous” Academy. The Academy is where a lot of twisted and disturbing things happened. People have fled from this school leaving it a dilapidated ,ancient and cryptic ruin. Why anyone would come back to this school for any reason is beyond any normal comprehension!
Enter Juri ,a former student of this school and the woman that was a part of one of the Student Council with three men. Two of the men were womanizing pigs and the other was a silent, studious and courteous young man. Her memories are fond of the one individual but the other two she'd rather see burn in the seven levels of hell!
As Juri takes the slow walk to the room where the fencing club used to hold practice what she wears is about 15 years of bad memories called her Student Council uniform which consisted of a white jacket, orange pants that matched her fiery hair and brown loafers. As she stands at the door she places her hand on the door itself before gathering herself ,entering the darkened room and then begins to speak....]
Juri – This is the place kids...this is where I spent a good portion of my life to try and become someone. This is where I came day in and day out to practice and become the best at what I did here and that was become the top fencer in the country if not the world! I came here simply to get away from the pain and the agony that I was dealing with at home and ,for a time, I was able to accomplish this. No one messed with me because in their mind they thought I was a complete mute and they chose to stay away from me.
One day a girl came into this room and tried to “tame” me. She was successful for a time but later stabbed me in the back and started dating one of the few friends I had at the school. It was a day that a lot of people say was the day that I truly became determined to compete as a fencer and block out the heartache that I had suffered. It worked for a little while.
And then came a day that lives in infamy to this day: The day that I met...”her”!
Its no secret now that I was very cold to Ms. Davis on the day she came in here with that charming young man that you all know by now ,and its also no secret that I didn't want anything to do with her at first ,but as they say things DO happen for a reason!
We won't rehash the story of what happened that night in my dorm because it was hella painful for me to go through and remembering it NOW is a bitch! What we will discuss however is when I appeared to the shock and awe of everyone in the corner of Ms. Davis because no one knew in the company who I was or why I was there! It was a complete shock to Mr. Eric Daniels that I walked in through the backstage area without being harassed by security because no one ever had done that before or since!
When I walked down that aisle and stood in Tina's corner many people recognized that as the beginning of what is called “The Most Controversial and Revered Tag Team in Wrestling Today” and you know that team as “The Revolution”!
When Tina and I came to SPW the first time sure there were the fans that absolutely LOVED us but management there didn't know what to do with us and for whatever reason the locker room turned on us quicker than we could say “Sayonara”! The fact that I am having to be on a team in this tournament to represent those miserable jackoffs absolutely makes me sick!
Let's take a look at whom we got on the team shall we:
James O'Connor – well he's about 5 feet 11 inches and a technical wrestler. He should get banged around so bad that if he makes round two he's in no shape and then we can just let him get eaten up cos honestly associating with SPW pricks for longer than one round is a test of how strong a stomach I got!
Brad Cummings - ...Don't know 'em and honestly I don't give a flip! The only thing I care about is beating the team we got to deal with and if I gotta do it by myself against a team called “Unique Element”[Rolls Eyes} then great!
Shall we break that team down...
Well for starters they are all Americans so that's strike one and for another they all hail from “Loserville ,USA” a.k.a. Arizona! They ARE the DCWL Trio tag team Champions but outside of that I see no reason to actually take these guys seriously.
Let me try my best to explain to you pathetic pieces of human flesh exactly why someone like ME is someone you have to watch out for: I fear no one! I never have since I laced up the boots and I honestly never will. Hey here's a question for you three: When you guys are done with your matches do you all go back to the hotel room and...you know...do “that”?!
Voice - Ya always have to wonder about a team that is explicitly three dudes don't ya?
Juri – [Blinks] Who's there?!
[The camera pans up to find “Dark Angel” Joshua Curtis as he stretches and then backflips by pushing off of the pole he was hanging from the whole time and landing right in front of his student! As he does he smiles and then speaks again...]
Dark Angel – Good Afternoon Juri-San
Juri – Good Afternoon Sensei
Dark Angel – The tournament is drawing near. I hope your team is ready cos mine is!
Juri – Mine is about as ready as can be all things considered.
Dark Angel – Yes I heard you got saddled with Brad as opposed to our beloved Canadian in Tina. I guess SPW doesn't consider her “fit” enough to enter on the company's behalf....matter of fact I heard they tried to book the three of you in an interview to sell that company's propaganda instead of looking out for the better of THIS promotion!
Juri – I'm not sure if that was the intention or not but I can assure you that I took no part in the interview itself.
DA – Good!
Juri – So tell me about your team Sensei!
DA – Fair enough...
Drake Tungsten is a big [BLEEP]ing oof! Plain and simple and when you are delusional enough to think you are a face and the fans boo you....you got issues!
Ozzie Emshamo – BIG [BLEEP]ER! The dude stands 6 foot 8 inches and weighs 366 pounds! Why didn't they just give me one of his tag team partners with him and I'd of been ecstatic!
Juri – But to get to round two you have to get past team Thompson!
DA – Very true and let's take a look at them:
Maurice Thompson – OK I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried about him despite the fact that he doesn't have a title to his name yet. The fact remains that he might someday so I'm definitely looking at him as a threat.
B.A. Jive – When you have initials that make you sound “bad ass” you probably aren't and therefore you got some problems!
Dennis Cyr – Well he's Canadian like our beloved Tina and he's a strongman. This works out for us in that I'm hoping against hope that we'll be able to ride him to round two!
Juri – But first you must get to round two and here's hoping that we can each do the promotion we represent proud and if so then when we get to round three may the best team win!
DA – Agreed! Shall we take our leave Ms. Juri?
Juri – [Smiling] I thought you'd never ask!
[The camera fades out as the sensei and his student walk arm and arm out of the fencing room and into the daylight...]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[We fade onto the American Freebear, feverishly preparing for his title match-up against Derrick L. Ford: specifically, doing cartwheels left and right. Noticing the camera between two 'wheels, the Moondog with the Moonsault guesses what this is about and halts his frantic spinning so as to addresses the situation.]
"This is about Derrick Ford, isn't it? This is about that time Derrick got a victory over the ol' Freebear, huh? Truth be told, I can't believe it myself: a huge bear of a man getting flattened by just a few clotheslines and staying down for the count! If Derrick was surprised that I didn't have anything to say after my little display of aerial prowess last time at Death of a Ladie's Man; it's prob'ly cuz I was so astonished over the loss!"
[The big man walks over towards the towel rack, looking for something to wipe with. Six foot four, three hundred and thirty-eight pounds: he's not just carrying that bulk around his waist (although there is certainly that factor), he's a big strong Southern boy who's still somewhat incredulous over his loss against Ford last time!]
"I mean, I'm coming back from an incredible 8 man tag match where I do believe I spent no less than 30 minutes wrestling big green & 80s just to prove a point about the dangerosity of Freebears in general. There were 6 other guys and they were doing jackshit while I was throwing 'Baked Drake over my head and doin' cartwheels. Derrick, mind telling me what YOU were doing while I was kicking all that shit and assertin' my ursine autority???"
"NOTHING!!! Still gloating, still getting everything handed to you: a fine Dangerous champion you've turned out to be! How's about earning that title wrapped around your waist for once, how about entering THE BEAR PIT, looking up to your demise coming from above?"
[He wraps the towel over his broad shoulders, stomping the ground angrily. It's obvious that the topic of his opponent's success fills the American Freebear with nothing but RAGE!]
"I mean, hunting? You wanna hunt for the elusive Freebear, only one of it's kind? Well better bring a rifle, better come loaded for bear cuz that's the only way you'll bring me down! Oh wait, didn't anyone ever tell you? THE AMERICAN FREEBEAR IS THE ONLY BEAR THAT FLIES!! You'll need a shotgun, the kind they use for flying game: you want a 12 gauge or even a 10 gauge, but what am I saying! You ain't gonna bring down the American Freebear with mere pellets!! When guns fail you, when you're forced to depend upon yourself for survival, what will you do? You're head s'gonna end up over MY fireplace! You're my trophy, bitch!"
"If the Black Hole Brew event thought the Freebear anything, it's that you can have 6 or even an 8 man tag match; but only those two inside the ring matter. At Ark of Triokalypse, there's going to be 36 wrestlers competing to win... something; I think a cup might be involved. But there's only two men who's fighting will matter, and one of them isn't even a man! He's a bear! A bear that's hungry for the honey-gold belt that belongs best around the waist of the most dangerous animal in DCWL!!! The American Freebear; your next DANGEROUS championship winner!!!
[A loud roar fills the air as the American Freebear makes the belt motion around his waist. We fade to black.]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[The camera opens up on a large semi-dark empty locker room, the door opens up as we see someone walk in and turn up the lights as we see the smirk of Hall of Famer and SPW Icon Michael McCarey. He rolls his bag in with him as he enters more into the room]
McCarey: Feels just like old times.
[The door opens again and his tag team partner from way back in the day Chris Caranova walks in lugging his bag on his shoulder. He looks around and then centers in on Mike]
Caranova: Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been in a locker room as a wrestler? God, it feels like forever ago.
McCarey: Man it was forever ago, like UCF days forever ago.
Caranova: Hey, at least we still hung out at SPW.
McCarey: Yeah there Mr. Executive VP.
Caranova: Yeah? And how’s Japan been?
McCarey: Wonderful, Jasolyn says hello by the way.
Caranova: Sucks she couldn’t be here.
McCarey: I know, she was going to try but with the weather being the way it has been man, could really use her around for support.
[Just then the door opens again and we hear a familiar female voice]
Jasy: WOW…Why does it feel like I just traveled in a time machine?
[The boys turn with a smile on their faces as Jasolyn O’Neil walks into the room]
Jasy: Look at you two, it’s like time just stopped and Chris didn’t keep getting injured and give up wrestling all together.
Chris: Oh HA HA, O’Neil…you know, I remember a time where you thought you weren’t going to be able to wrestle anymore. So when you are told you can’t anymore by 4 doctors and pull out of that miracle then by all means, harass me.
[Chris walks up and scoops Jasolyn up into a big hug]
Caranova: You look good girl.
Jasy: Missed ya Chrisy.
McCarey: Hey, ease off my girl man. Go get one of your own.
Caranova: I’m giving some love to my sister in law man, chill, you need to come see the new house when you can, the girls love the pool in the backyard.
Jasy: As soon as we stop touring we will definitely make plans to come see you guys. I miss my sister and my nieces.
[Chris puts Jasy down]
Jasy: So you two ready for tonight, teaming with Spade in this crazy tournament you decided to enter yourselves into?
McCarey: Are you kidding me, we’re always ready I mean, we go in not knowing how things are going to play out.
Caranova: Or who are opponents are…
McCarey: Or what they have even done…
Jasy: So about normal?
McCarey: Sounds about right. I’ve never been in anything like this, but man, have you back Chris, I can’t wait to see if we still had that same magic as a tag team back in the day.
Caranova: Right on, and who knows, maybe this will talk me back into going full time wrestling.
McCarey: Just what I need, her sister calling me, bitching me out cause you are risking your life again.
Jasy: Laura will just have to deal. Wrestling is in his blood, and despite how much we try to deny it, or get out of it, it will always be in our blood.
Caranova: Jasy, it is so nice to have you be around and play the voice of reason, unlike your partner over here.
McCarey: You know something man, that hurt…
[Mike feigns heartbreak and then belches a bit]
McCarey: Then again…
Jasy: Oh real attractive Mike. GEEZ, why the hell did I even come back?
McCarey: Cause you love every moment of it.
Jasy: Gag, I’m going to call my son and see how he is. You two get ready for your big night already. And by the way, like I’m returning to my old duties again you guys have Team NJWF in the first round.
McCarey: And they are???
Jasy: Alexander Davis, Daisetsu Bando & Lennox Perkins…
Caranova: Ah, they any good???
Jasy: Would they be here if they weren’t?
McCarey: Well Marcus Davis is hanging around isn’t he???
Jasy: Oh ouch…nice…
Caranova: Nothing’s changed J…you should know that by now.
[Jasy turns to leave]
Jasy: Still as cocky as ever…nothing will ever change. I torture myself…all the time.
[Jasy exits the room]
McCarey: Oh yeah, just like old times man.
Caranova: This is gonna be fun.
[The two shake hands and turn to their bags to start preparing for their match as the camera fades to black]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[Fade into Joe "Deadman" Pansac. He stands alone in front of a black background. Wearing his customary gray flannel shirt, he addresses the camera.]
PANSAC: Twelve teams. Three per team. The Triocalypse tournament is unlike any other in this business, a true challenge for all who would participate. The team that wins gets what every DCWL trio should aspire to - a chance at Unique Element's team gold. But that's not all. The winning team members themselves get to fight for the chance to make any one match that they desire.
[Joe smiles as we pan in on him.]
PANSAC: We all want something. A chance at a title. A chance to right a wrong. A chance to cause chaos. So having that carrot dangled in front of a group of people like us is both a motivator and, at a moment's notice, will turn into a dividing force so powerful that no team can survive. So to you individual teams out there, to Teams Thompson, Mad Cow, Anderson, Shootfire, SOW, Sledge, NJWF, Dark Angel and...
[Snicker.]
PANSAC: ...Age of the Fail, look at your partners. Really, take a good look. You're going to be facing some damn stiff competition in this tournament. How much can you really trust the person next to you? Do you know, during the tough times that you will face, that you can count on them to save you? Because, for me, nothing makes me feel better about my team's chances...
[Pan back to reveal that Wolf Masterson and Mina Eyre standing side by side with Horrorshow's captain. He puts his arms around both of them.]
PANSAC: ...than Mina and Wolf. Power, attitude, and the ability to fly. Horrorshow has all of that, but more than anything we have trust in each other.
WOLF: That, and we don't steal other people's property like the New Main Street Killas.
PANSAC: Hey! Wha' Happened?!
[Mina and Wolf gently smack Pansac upside the back of his head. Joe laughs and shakes his head.]
WOLF: I hope you're all enjoying your time with Unique Element's belts, because I promise you that you're not making it past us, or Unique Element, or Team Shootfire for that matter. We wanted to show the champs some respect. Some respect that they've earned by kicking the crap out of teams like yours each and every time they meet up. So go on, try your hand against Team Fail and Team Sledge. Just know that if given the chance, this Wolf will eat you alive.
[Both men turn their attention towards Mina Eyre.]
EYRE: Of course, Wolf, to get there we'll need to get past our first match. We'll either get our supreme overlords, Shitty Pricks Wrestling, or the team that right now is the best in all of the DCWL. Unique Element, all three of us have tremendous respect for you. You seem to respect us as well, and you'd better, because there's no bigger threat to your titles than The Wolf, The Vamp and The Deadman. We know better than to promise victory over you, but we expect nothing less of ourselves. At Ark of Triocalypse, I have no doubt that one of our teams will win the whole damn thing. The question is, will your Unique Element prove the best? Or will you all fall victim to the Kiss of the Vamp?
PANSAC: The Ark of Triocalypse is upon us, DCWL. Twelve teams. Three per team. But I've got a real feeling that this tournament is going to be a real...Horrorshow.
[And with this, we fade out.]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[Fade into the Shootfire Studios in Chicago, IL as Jack Sharp is sitting down with his hands folded across his lap, wearing a smart looking Burberry suit. Adjusting his glasses, he begins as the camera pans overhead across the spacious black marble studio towards the man in the director's chair.]
Jack: Hello and thanks to everyone as we go in depth with the latest team representing SPW, the new SOW Champion James O'Connor alongside The Crescent City Kid Brad Cummings and Juri, making her return to the fold as she steps into the ring on behalf of SPW after some time away... first of all thank you so much for joining me today and let's get down to basics, DCWL's "Ark of the Triocalypse" that sees SPW take on 11 other three person teams, tell us a little about the event if you would and by all means SPW will definitely be watching this new horizon.
JOC: Well, Jack, like you said it is me, Juri and Brad, plus eleven other teams of three competing in tournament format. Single elimination, with four teams earning byes. The team that comes out the winner gets a shot at Unique Element for the DCWL Trios Championship. The three winners will then compete against each other to earn a match of their choosing.
Jack: Much like you won yourself at Iconoclasm.
JOC: Exactly. Now we have a tough draw ahead of us but I'm sure we can handle anything the DCWL can throw at us.
Juri: Oh its nothing TOO hard you moron! Its just the Trios champions: Unique Element!
Jack: What drew you, individually and together, to form a team and pursue the win in the finals? The last team SPW put into action, the Shootfire Army, consisted of Sammy Knight, yourself JOC, Eddie Christian and Marissa Monet. What can you learn from their success at Iconoclasm and go forward into the Ark of Triocalypse to push for the win - and how much will a lack of prior experience hinder you?
JOC: For me, I'll admit signing up was as much personal as it was professional. My issues with DCWL management are well documented, but for me it's about putting the past behind me. With what I've done in this business to this point, looking back is only going to hurt me going forward. I have a few scores to settle, and success at the Triocalypse tournament will settle them nicely. As for Brad and Juri...
[James gestures towards his teammates.]
JOC: ...these are two people who have been overlooked, not been given a real shot to show what they can accomplish. They have the talent, all they need is the same opportunity I got. I'm proud to have them on board with me, representing the league that will give them the opportunity they seek.
JOC: If there's one thing I learned in the Deathwish match, it's the impressive power that a team has when they're willing to fight for a cause greater than themselves. In both cases, that cause is the honor of representing a respected company like Shootfire Pro. It's true, we've never teamed before. Still, three quarters of the field can say the same thing. Even those established teams are still breaking in new members or learning to work together. Our inexperience is no disadvantage, but our unity of purpose gives us strength.
Juri: Let's talk about unity Jack! If you were here(and you probably were) when Tina and I were here would you have been unified with the other ass{BLEEP] that got Tina and I forced out of SPW? More than likely you ass! Now I gotta work with you?! JESUS CHRIST!
Jack: Wrestling talent is no shortage in this field. All kinds of professionals are represented, all sorts of fighting styles and hybrids, from the unorthadox to the technical wizards. What is it about your team in terms of variety and style, skill and precision that makes Team Shootfire a well oiled machine?
JOC: Obviously I bring the ground and submission game. I'm not much of a flyer, and we've all seen against Matt Payne that I don't have the million dollar muscles. No, I'm about technique and pressure, getting my opponent to say "uncle." While Juri and the Crescent City Kid won't make up my lack of power, I think it's safe to say they bring plenty of everything else.
Juri: Well Brad will bring the...I dunno what. I think he's deprived of sex..but that's just speculation. I have been trained by a man SPW doesn't know yet and when the time comes they will. You see Jack where I come from I didn't have it [BLEEP]ing easy! My life was pure and utter hell something neither of these two idiots know about! In many respects for me I'm going home to see an old friend and my sensei in the business and WE will hopefully be tearing things up soon!
Jack: A lot of varied personality in this team, and as the leader James I see you're also come into success by winning the SOW Championship as well as the Beat the Clock challenge. If the Team Shootfire is to be successful what is your strategy- that you can share with us today- against eleven other very capable tandems?
[A wry smile.]
JOC: Well you know we don't want to give away our strategy too early. I'll go the cliche route - if we do what we're capable of doing and refuse to let up or give in, we have every chance of walking out with that trios title shot.
Juri: [Snoring until Brad pokes her] Huh...oh sorry I was napping during what you were saying Connor. Let's put it simply like this: You'll soften them up and then if Brad can stopping oogling the ladies either he'll make the pin or I'll have to show you what I'm capable of and break some dude's neck!
Jack: Are their any specific teams any of you want to compete with, against? From Horrorshow to Team NJWF and Team SOW, which consists of a Shootfire Icon in "Fire Phoenix" Mike McCarey, the competition is fierce. Tell us the fans who we should be on the lookout for- and should and when you do advance to the finals who do you expect to staring across the ring...?
JOC: Well I'll tell you, Jack, we need to start with the guys standing across from us in our first match. Unique Element are the Trios Champions and they're a tough first round opponent no matter which league they represent. If we get past them, we get possibly the next best team in Horrorshow. Mad Cow is a load, and he landed Sierra Browne on his squad whose record speaks for itself. To be honest, those are the teams I'd look out for the most. As for who we could see in the finals, the team of Mike Anderson, "Big" Mike Foyer and The Big Nasty could be a force to be reckoned with. Whoever wins this tournament will have definitely earned it.
Juri: Of Course there is also my mentor in the "Dark Angel" and if we get to Round 3 with that team I promise you one thing Connor...you will NOT come out in one piece!
Jack: It sounds like you believe you ended up with a pretty tough draw.
JOC: One of the toughest.
Jack: Do you feel this was done on purpose given your actions and comments towards DCWL management?
[O'Connor simply smiles, causing Jack Sharp to press on.]
Juri: oooh I think they REALLY wanted to get at our captain and his silence proves it to the world! You see...the fact that I made sure to be on the team while KNOWING my teacher is in the fed should be his real concern. IF we get to round three and meet him THAT should be Connor's real concern
Jack: Finally, where do you see the DCWL's Ark of the Triocalypse taking you? What do you plan on establishing through this tournament? You have the full support of all of Shootfire Pro Wrestling as we wish you the very best, and we thank you, I thank you, for joining me here today.
JOC: Well I thank you for having us, Jack. I've already stated that I want respect and closure out of this, so I'll leave it to my teammates to answer this one.
Juri: My goal for being in this tournament is to be done with SPW and wrestle with my friend later on down the line. I'm looking at SPW as a toxic situation and the fact that Heather is there scares me to death because she will get mistreated like a mother there. If DCWL is honestly smart and I believe they are after this show they don't ask for SPW wrestlers to show up on their programs anymore and establish their own identity
Jack: Ladies and Gentlemen, Team Shootfire, to represent SPW in the Ark of the Triocalypse, they will meet Unique Element in the first round of a 12 team trios tag tourney sponsored by Dangerous Creations Wrestling League. I know you the Shootfire Faithful will all be watching as we come out to support our team. Thank you for joining us this has been Jack Sharp alongside James O'Connor, Juri, and "The Crescent City Kid" Brad Cummings. Back to you guys.
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[...The scene opens with Leon Corella, seated before the camera in one of his many expensive suit and Rolex watch combinations. Behind him is the usual DCWL backdrop favored by many of DCWL's wrestlers when they cut a promo. He sported a somewhat sad and solemn expression...]
Corella- ...You know, I find it difficult to fault Big Mike's actions. I not only crippled him, I robbed him of his dignity....
[...Leon takes in a deep breath, and leans back in that chair, arms folded over his chest...]
...It's only fitting that I have to address what I did to him on my own little path to salvation. Unlike Doug Foster, there will be no retaliation for Big Mike Foyer's attack and subsequent beating that followed...
[...He looks away from the camera and off into the distance...]
...You see, again, unlike Doug Foster, BMF actually has a legitimate complaint. He has a real reason to want to go out of his way to hurt me. I gave him that motivation and on the one hand, It actually makes me a bit proud of him to see him bounce back from the adversities that nearly destroyed him. On the other, I remember the fun guy he used to be. He was a real joker off camera...
[...Leon chuckled sadly as he shook his head and looked down to the floor...]
...He made everyone laugh after the show was over with his jokes and occasional pranks, and while he was a beast in the ring, I think he could have made it as a professional comedian if he chose.
[...He lifts his head, but does not bring his gaze level with the camera...]
...Now that light in his eyes is gone, consumed by his hatred of me and desire for revenge. I did more than kill his dreams that night in Denver, Colorado two years ago, I broke the man's spirit. What I did to him will never and should never be forgiven.
[...Those fingers run over the side of his face now, one could see pain and shame washing over Leon's features as he thought about that moment...]
...It was not too long after I crippled him, that I sought mental help. When the realization of what I had actually done hit me weeks after the fact, I went to my wife's shoulder and cried upon it for an entire day. Following that I spent three months in a mental institution to try and get back to the point in my life before I screwed it all up. I went there to try and shed myself of the delusion of being Perfect, and find the real me underneath. I came out of that place with a renewed understanding of my life and those that have been affected by it.
[...His eyes finally look into the camera as moisture begins to develop around them...]
...One day, I will have to tell my kids the truth about what happened that night, but before that happens, I need to do something of accomplishment. Something that can show them that there father is not a total loser.
[...Resolve seems to slowly build back up, starting with his jaw setting. Leon wipes the tears from his eyes as a look of grim determination takes the place of pain and sadness...]
...Which brings me to you, Julian "Bane" Beckson... Reigning DCWL Grand Champion... Nazi Overlord of the Locker room...
[...His breathing deepens slightly as that brow furrows...]
...You've brought this pain into my life, Bane, but Pain doesn't slow me down. Pain makes me stronger. You see, Pain is a cleanser of the soul. The more I feel, the stronger I become, both physically and mentally. I knew one day that I would have to deal with BMF's retribution, and it would have been a master stroke by you to utilize him, if it weren't for the fact that your action has actually strengthened my resolve that much more, to dethrone you as DCWL's Champion...
[...Leon rises from the chair, the camera lifting with him...]
...I don't care if Big Mike runs out to interfere with the match. I don't care if you cheat. I don't even care if you have that little boy Jerome shows up again. It's funny that a racist would run around with a little African American boy as his Valet. It makes me wonder if you're a pedophile as well as a racist...
[...He shrugs his shoulders a bit, slowly that intense, grim look gives way to a more non-chalant expression...]
...Who knows, I could be wrong. All I'm saying is that when a man is seen as often as you are with little children that are not his own....
[...His hands slip into the pockets of his slacks...]
...It tends to make people wonder, you know? There is a fine line between Love and Hate. You hate African Americans, but you hover around that boy like he was more than just a little friend...
[...Leon waggles his brows and snickers...]
...Maybe you're in the wrong profession Bane. I think you'd make a great Catholic Priest, given your preference to touch little boys...
[...He now looks dead into the camera, that intensity bringing itself back almost like a light switch had been turned on in the back of his head...]
...It doesn't matter how much of a Gay Pedophile Nazi you are, Bane, I promise you that you will not leave the DCWL Arena as Grand Champion. You and Big Mike will have to practically beat me to death for that to happen, and yes you will need him if you want to have a hope or prayer of winning that match. There is too much at stake for me to leave without that gold around my waist. This isn't about Pride and Vanity anymore. It's about showing the world that Evil does not triumph. You are Evil, Bane. Your heart is blacker than Jerome's skin, and your intentions are more foul than any act I have ever committed in my own atrocious past.
[...He pulls those hands from his pockets, producing a Nazi Schwastika from within them and holding it up to the camera...]
...At Ark of the Tripocalypse, I, Leon Corella will break the Nazi foothold on DCWL's soil once and for all...
[...Pressing his thumb to the back of the emblem, he applies pressure to it and snaps it neatly in half like a pencil, the pieces of old, brittle metal hitting the ground with an audible clatter off camera. He lowers that hand, slinging whatever is left aside and steps right up to the camera, face to lense...]
...To that end, I am committed above all else. I will leave the arena as the Champion I have always wanted to be, and the Hero that my family and the wrestling fans across the world deserve to look up to. You are a symbol of tyranny and oppression, and like all symbols of such causes, you will be broken...
[...With that, Leon steps off camera, the view panning to the floor to focus on the broken Schwastika laying shattered upon the ground in several pieces. With that, the scene fades to black...]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[The scene opens inside the home of Logan Braddock. Sledge is sitting alone in a dark room. The only light is from the television, casting a pale blue glow over his face. He is reclined back in a large leather chair, smoking a cigarette, a cold beer is his left hand.]
DING, DONG
[The doorbell rings, and he ignores it. A few moments pass.]
DING, DONG
[Again, Sledge appears to not hear the bell. A few more moments pass and you can hear the door creek open.]
VOICE: Hello?
[A few light footsteps are heard.]
VOICE: Hello? Anyone here?
SLEDGE: That’s it, let yourself right in Tim.
VOICE: Damn it Logan.
[The lights flip on and Sledge covers his eyes. His agent, Tim, is standing in the doorway.]
SLEDGE: You gotta give a guy some warning…that shit is bright.
TIM: Well, maybe you shouldn’t sit in the dark watching television. Didn’t your mother tell you that will make you go blind.
[Tim walks over and stands between Sledge and the television. Sledge moves his head around, trying to see around Tim.]
SLEDGE: Yup, she also told me something else will make me go blind, but I still do that too.
[Tim just shakes his head is disgust.]
SLEDGE: Well Tim, is there something I can do for you? I know you didn’t make the trip to Akron just to annoy the piss out of me, did you?
TIM: No, I did not…
[Sledge chugs what’s left of his beer, takes the last hit of his cigarette and drops the butt in the bottle. He sets the bottle on the floor, along side ten other bottle.]
TIM: …but it looks like maybe I should. I can’t believe you do this to your body and you can still go out there and wrestle.
SLEDGE: Well Timmy, I’ve been doing it since I was sixteen. And just look at the man I am today.
[Again, Tim just shakes his head at a lose for words.]
TIM: Well, the reason I’m here is I just wanted to touch base with you. I need to make sure we are on the same page.
SLEDGE: Tim, we are never on the same page.
TIM: True. I did need to ask you something.
SLEDGE: Shoot.
TIM: I got a call from management today. They informed me that your team has been changed for Ark of Triocalypse. It has been changed to a “Mystery Team”?
SLEDGE: Well, it’s a mystery to you and everyone else, but not I.
TIM: Well, who is it?
SLEDGE: You will find out once everyone else does, at the show.
TIM: I don’t know Logan…
SLEDGE: Don’t worry Tim, I got it handled. What else you need to pester me about?
TIM: Oh, I wanted to make sure you don’t forget not to over do it in this tournament. I don’t want you to run out of gas for the Dangerous Championship title shot you have at “Year We Make Contact” in January.
SLEDGE: It’ll be just fine, I got it handled.
TIM: You’ll be taking on either American Freebear or Derrick Ford, neither one of them is a slouch. And it’s been a while since you’ve had a title. I just don’t want you to blow this opportunity.
SLEDGE: Timmy, I got this, alright. Have I ever let you down?
TIM: Well…
SLEDGE: Scratch that.
TIM: Alright, I’m out of here. Got some other busineess to take care of.
SLEDGE: Buzz?
TIM: Yup.
SLEDGE: Tell him I said hello. And get the lights on your way out.
[Tim nods and walks away. Sledge reaches down and grabs the last beer out of the twelve pack.]
TIM: See you soon Logan.
SLEDGE: Later.
[Scene fades out.]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[The scene begins, simply enough, with Big Mike Foyer standing before a lit DCWL Backdrop banner, sporting a wearing a black variant of his "Texas Badass" T-Shirt sporting the old Stars and Bars flag fluttering in the breeze under two crossed shotguns beneath a cow skull, a pair of blue jeans, silver trimmed amber shades, silver capped western boots, and a straw cowboy hat on his head, his long stringy dark hair hanging freely about his bearded face. He seemed much calmer and surprisingly more lucid as he pulled those shades off, folded them up, and hung them from the neckline of his shirt.]
BMF- Evening... Seems I did a little digging and low and behold, I found a little juicy tidbit in the IGA archives to share with the world. You see, I couldn't help but notice that even while I was beating Leon to a bloody pulp in the ring at DCWL's Black Hole Brew, people were booing me... ME! At first I thought, "Ok, it's probably 'cause of Nazi boy" but then I thought more on it and watched a bit of DCWL's recent past. What I saw was kind of shocking actually...
[...Big Mike arched his brow and narrowed one eye while widening the other...]
...Now, you can correct me if I'm mistaken, but... Is Leo being a good guy now?
[...He blinks, scratching the back of his head with a look of confusion on his face...]
...I mean seriously... Somebody page the Devil and tell him Hell's frozen over, because that ain't the Leo I remember at all...
[...BMF Looks away from the camera, still seemingly confused...]
...Wasn't this the same guy that damn near crippled Mark McKenna not once... not twice... but three times in a row?
[...His gaze averts to the ceiling now, as a look of contemplation wrote itself across is face...]
...The same man that pulled a sneak attack on Jack Venus in a bathroom, trashed the entire room using the man as a battering ram, and even went so far as to break a urinal with the guy's face, not to mention break his right hand with a sledge hammer?
[...BMF looks down and away from the camera, scratching his bearded chin as if he tried to form answers in his head...]
...This was the guy who came out and verbally pissed in the face of every person who called themselves a wrestling fan each and every night he wrestled. Leon "The Perfect One" Corella, the most arrogant son of a bitch ever to grace a wrestling ring, is now... humble? Showing Humility? Actually kissing Fan Ass?
[...Those wide eyes look to the camera and for several seconds one would think the man was genuinely shocked, until a big smile breaks out on his face, and those eyes resume a more relaxed posture. BMF Breaks into a fit of laughter, pointing his finger at the camera...]
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!! Oh god... You bastards just don't get it do you?!
[...Slowly his laughter dies down, BMF shaking his head and slapping his knee as he tried to calm the fit...]
...He's playing you. The man is manipulator. That's what he does. He's suckering each and every fan, wrestler, and promoter he can into liking him so that he has at least a passing shot of making it. He's kissing each and every one of your asses in the hope that maybe... just maybe... you'll get behind him and help him achieve his dreams...
[...BMF Snickers and reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a DVD Remote...]
...Well people, it's time we burst that bubble, and give you a glimpse of the man you cheer for and love. This is the Leon Corella I know. This is the real face of your "Hero".
[...He pushes a button on the remote, a loading bar popping up on the bottom corner of the screen...]
...Watch your "Hero" kill a man's dreams over petty... worthless... bullshit...
[...The scene snaps out and gives way to a time stamp, followed by video footage...]
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-11/19/07- IGA Combat Zone, Denver, Colorado-
THERE IS... A HOUSE... IN NEW ORLEANS.... THEEEYYY CAAAALLLLL THA' RRRRIIIIISSSIN' SUN!!#
[Through the curtains steps none other than Leon Corella, still sporting full ring gear from his match earlier in the evening, his hair untied and draped across his shoulders. In his right hand, a microphone. With little fan fair and bravado, he heads straight to ringside, slides under the ropes, and into the ring.]
DeLucia- Well, we have Leon Corella out here, and he has something to say!
Streamline- Probably to do with his issues with his boyfriend last week, Big Mike...
[Strolling to the far side of the ring, Corella brings the microphone to his lips.]
Corella- Alright Big Mike... It's time... Get your ass in this ring RIGHT NOW!!!
[As if on cue... that gruff voice hits the house PA.]
"SIX FEET!! TEN INCHES TALL!! 350 LBS. OF BAD... MOTHER... FUCKER!!!"
["Declare Your War" by Throwdown almost drowns out the audience as BMF steps out onto the stage, dressed in street attire. In his hand, a microphone...]
Corella- CUT THAT MUSIC!!!
*HEEL POP!*
[The music dies instantly.]
Corella- Get in the ring big Mike...
DeLucia- Apparently Corella is angry with Big Mike....
Streamline- Why the hell should he be angry with the BMF?
DeLucia- You've already forgotten about last week haven't you?
[Shrugging his shoulders, BMF heads straight down the aisle, tagging a few hand slaps as he does so. He soon arrives at ringside, slides under the ropes, and hops to his feet. He quickly clears the gap, bringing the microphone to his bearded face.]
BMF- Leo... what is your f**king problem?
*FACE POP!*
DeLucia- Big Mike Foyer getting right to the point!
[Corella's jaw sets, nostrils flaring in anger as he looks up at his larger "ally".]
Corella- My Problem? MY PROBLEM?! I'll tell you what my problem is BMF....
[The Perfect One then proceeds to pace back and forth, not even looking at Big Mike.]
Corella- I find a guy who looks like he has great potential... I build him up... I bring him into this industry... I ask him to cut me a few favors. Nothing serious, nothing that would forever ruin his career...
[Corella then whips around and gets right in Big Mike's face.]
Corella- ...And low and behold... He starts thinking he's too good to do what he's told!!!!
[BMF shrugs his shoulders.]
BMF- Leo... I lossed... Danger proved to be a better man. I mean come on... HE BEAT YOU DIDN'T HE?!!!
*BIG FACE POP!*
Streamline- Ooooo ZING! heh heh
[Taking a step back, Corella looks off to his left, his grip tightening on that microphone... Big Mike continues on...]
DeLucia- I believe BMF has hit a nerve!
BMF- You know what I think is sad? When I started out, I looked up to you... I respected you... Then one day, you tell me I have to drop a match and over what? Personal f**king PRIDE...
[Big Mike scratches his beard, and turns away from Corella walking towards the edge of the ropes...]
....A little refresher course for some of you who may not have ever seen KAWF....
[He turns, looking back to Corella.]
....You remember Greencard don't you Leo? How he pissed you off and you wanted nothing more than to tear him up... but... the management wanted him to go through me first... You told me to lay down to a guy that gave up 200 pounds and at least 2 years of training experience to me...
[The Perfect One forces his gaze back to BMF.]
...I ate that loss like bitter crow so you could "have your revenge."
[BMF twists his face with bitter disgust...]
Then there was ICE... I had a shot against then IGA Champion, Nightstalker for the IGA World Heavyweight Championship...
[Big Mike holds up two fingers, nodding his head with a big grin.]
Yeah people, I've had TWO shots for the IGA Belt... First time, I'd have had it too...
[That grin quickly fades away...]
...But Leo wasn't there to watch my back, and I ended up falling to some pretty underhanded tactics. Not that I begrudge the loss, I just hate the fact that Leo, who was at the Arena THAT NIGHT... didn't do a damn thing but sit on his ass and watch...
DeLucia- BMF really looking back for some history, that was that brief cross promotional event we did with the now defunct, Ironheart Combat Evolution.
Streamline- ...Old news, who cares...
[...Strangely, Corella had remained silent the entire time, just leaning back into the ropes, scowling at BMF...]
BMF- ...And now... the match against Tommy Danger... One on One... We both had equal chances of walking away the winner...
[...BMF looks back at Corella and smirks.]
...Just like with Greencard... for your own f**king pride, you tell me just before the match... Lose to him, but maul his ass good... A match where if I had won, I'd have been the next best thing since dry ice and a cooler full of beers! I'd have been the IGA World Heavyweight CHAMPION...
[Foyer shakes his head.]
You wanted me to lay the f*ck down with the biggest opportunity at my feet... Just so you...
[He points an accusing finger at the Perfect One....]
...could stroke your ego and have an easy win against Danger. And look what happened?
[BMF makes a sweeping gesture towards the IGA Giga-Tron screen.]
MONKIES, ROLL THE FOOTAGE!!!!
[As the reel begins to roll on the big screen, the scene fades to that of Devil's Night 7 - Night 1... Corella vs. Danger vs. Enigma...]
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[Corella rose as Danger did the same and lashed around, Swinging that sledge hammer into the rib cage of Danger causing him to shout and cave to the side of the impact, staggering off to the side, Draping himself on the ropes. Corella inverted his grip on that sledge hammer and followed up by ramming the flat of the top of the hammer into Danger's lower and upper back in stabbing shots!]
**ROOF JARRING MIXED REACTION POP!!!**
DeLuica: Oh my!!! Danger's being hung out to dry here!!!
Streamline: Things are looking down for the champ!!! We could see Corella wearing gold!!!
[Corella panted heavily, Backing up a bit as he measured Danger with that sledge hammer. Danger was staggering a bit, Clutching at his lower back, as he turned to face Corella, staggering away from those ropes Corella got a running start, Reeling back with that sledge hammer.]
DeLuica: Oh my god!!!
Streamline: DUCK TOMMY!!!
**ANTICIPATION POP!!**
[And Duck he did, Corella swinging over, but collecting himself quickly as he bounced off the ropes, Twisting to come back at Danger again... Another Duck as Danger fell face flat to the mat...]
****EARTHQUAKE FACE POP!!!!!!****
DeLuica: WHAT.....
Streamline: THE HELL?!?!
[Corella was caught by the waist and send launching straight up into the air with a flap-jack style lift, as he free fell Enigma snatched him into a front face lock and dropped sharply with an elevated spike DDT right to that barbwire wrapped chair, Leaving an explosive impact in the center of the ring that left the ropes quaking from the impact!]
DeLuica: ENIGMA!! ENIGMA'S STILL CONSCIOUS!!!
Streamline: HOLY
DeLuica: THE ENIGMATIC ENGAGEMENT!! CORELLA HAS BEEN BROUGHT FACE FIRST TO THAT CHAIR WITH THE ENIGMATIC ENGAGEMENT!!!
Streamline: Danger's confused, Enigma's not moving, And Corella's not either!!!
*Ding Ding Ding*
Corlone: Ladies and Gentlemen!!! Leon Corella has been Eliminated!!
**MIXED REACTION POP!!**
Corlone: Your winner, And still IGA World Heavyweight Champion!!!!
**NOW THE JEER'S START!!**
Corlone: TOOOOOOOMMY DAAAAAAAAAAAANGEEEERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!
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[The scene fades back, with Corella's lip trembling with rage... his fists at white knuckle tightness... BMF shoots him a big grin, and pulls those shades from his face.]
DeLucia- BMF and Leon Corella clearly coming to a cross roads here!
Streamline- This could be the end of a beautiful relationship Paulie... *Mock-Sniffle*
BMF- Yeah... he may have lost that belt to Mark Pure the very next night... but you lost the war against Danger, Leo... Even if Keathley did the dirty work, you LOST.... You asked me to drop that match to Danger, just so you can do THAT?
[Hanging his sunshades in the neck of his shirt, he steps in close to Corella.]
...I'm tired Leo... Very tired of playing second fiddle to you. You've lost your edge and become such a pathetic piece of trash that I find it difficult to even look at you... What the hell happened to the Unbeatable Leon Corella of KAWF?
[The two were now face to face.]
...The unstoppable force of the short lived I...C...E...?
[Big Mike snickers...]
...I'll tell you what happened... You got so rolled up in your own hype that you came to the IGA, underrating every motherf**ker who dared to stand against you... and each time... YOU GOT YOUR ASS KICKED!!!
*BIG TIME FACE POP!*
DeLucia- Well that is true, Leon Corella has not had the success here in the IGA he has had elsewhere... I don't care what He says about his elaborate plots. A loss is still a loss in the books no matter how you market it!
Streamline- You know, I always thought this Mike Foyer was just another big dumb mook, but he's verbally punking out one of the best on the mic right now...
DeLucia- I know, I'm as shocked as you are Danny.
[Suddenly Corella snaps at BMF, his voice deep, low, and menacing as hell itself...]
Corella- ...I was not beaten... I was NEVER BEATEN... No one has defeated ME in a solid, one on one match, Micheal... NOT A GODDAMNED SOUL!!!
[Corella, once again, began quaking with rage as he was now staring directly into BMF's eyes.]
...Circumstance... Happenstance... Chance... Luck... They have all played factors AGAINST ME in open competition. EVERYONE AND THEIR MOTHER wants to stop my success here in the IGA, because they know it to be true that if I grew beyond the midcard scene...
[Slowly, a grin spreads across his face... an unnerving... psychotic grin... Yet BMF stands unyielding before him.]
...I would OWN THE ENTIRE ROSTER!!!!!!! I would be on every main event marquee... I would be the most dominant wrestler in the HISTORY of the IGA... Not a damned one of these top tier "legends" could beat me in one on one singles competition without some sort of interference, or cheating their asses off...
[Big Mike snickers.]
BMF- I could...
[Corella's eyes widen, at first with shock... taking a step back from BMF... Then suddenly he breaks into laughter.]
Corella- BAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA...
[BMF shoots him a blank stare.]
You could? YOU COULD?!!! YOU COULDN'T EVEN WAX SPIKE NELSON'S BALLS, let alone beat ME!!!
[Shrugging his shoulders, Foyer, shakes his head, hooking a thumb in his belt loop.]
BMF- ...Nor would I want to wax his balls... That's another thing with you, why in the hell do YOU of all people have to go to gross, common denominator insults that a 12 year old would stoop to? You're better than this Leo... That's why you been losing... You're better than that, but you don't even TRY!!! If me and you faced RIGHT this minute, right this second... I would tank you under the table in less than a heartbeat...
DeLucia- Strong Words by Big Mike Foyer to Leon Corella!!!!
[Corella shoots him a twisted grin, backing up from BMF...]
Corella- Alright... let's find out... NOW...
*BIG MATCH POP!*
Streamline- BMF vs. LEON CORELLA!! RIGHT NOW!! F**KING A!!!!
[As Corella tosses the microphone aside, BMF quickly throws his hat and mic off, stepping in Towards him rapidly! Suddenly Corella ducks down and rolls out of the ring...]
*COWARDLY HEEL POP!!!*
DeLucia- What a Coward!! Leon Corella rolls out of the ring as soon as BMF makes a move!!!
Streamline- Hey, Leo ain't stupid, you see the size of that mook's hands? He could crush coconuts without batting an eye!
[BMF leans over the ropes, motioning Corella on... From the far side of the ring rolls out none other than Jon Quake, with a cement filled lead pipe in hand! He slides under the ropes, the crowd immediately becomes irate, BMF playing it off as just another reaction to Corella's "cowardice".]
DeLucia- JON QUAKE IN THE RING!!!
Streamline- And he's got a pipe!!!!
[Jon Quake rushes in behind BMF, ducks low, and cracks him right across his Achilles tendon with that pipe, dropping him right on his back, BMF clutching that ankle.]
*BBBBBIIIGGG HEEL POP!!!*
DeLucia- BMF on his back! Oh god, Quake just hooked him by the ankle and took his legs right out from under him!!!
[Quake then proceeds to batter BMF's knee caps with that pipe, over and over, hammering upon him while he's down, BMF Rolling on the canvas, trying to protect his knees to no avail... Outside the ring, Corella reaches under the ropes, and pulls out the Gold Sledge Hammer...]
DeLucia- THIS IS WRONG!!! Quake has savagely assaulted the knees of BMF just to keep him down!!!
Streamline- Dog eat Dog world Paulie... That's the way it is.
[He slides under the ropes, picking up a discarded microphone as he does so.]
Corella- BMF... You left me no other choice... I made you the wrestler you are today... and I am going to BREAK YOU HERE AND NOW!!
[BMF, rolls onto his back, clutching his most damaged knee. Sizing him up, Corella moves in rapidly, rears the hammer back...]
DeLucia- COME ON! DON'T DO THIS LEON!! HE'S YOUR FRIEND!!!
[...and then swings it downward as if to shatter a cinder block!]
*PINKT!*
Streamline- ooooo Not anymore... BMF's gonna' be lucky he ain't a vegetable after that....
[Blood sprays from the impact, BMF laid out flat on his back unconscious, blood pooling around his head...]
*HORRIFIED CROWD GASP FOLLOWED BY HUMONGOUS HEEL POP!*
DeLucia- This is downright sickening... Leon Corella has no remorse... no conscience... no forgiveness... He is just an absolute beast...
[...Corella steps over his twitching body, and squats down over his chest...]
Corella- You could NEVER beat me Big Mike... EVER!!! Everyone will learn that I am not a man to be crossed or disrespected... They will remember what has happened here tonight, and take note what treachery and deceit will bring them!!
[Grabbing BMF by the jaw, he lifts his head up and looks him directly in those glazed over, blood soaked eyes...]
Corella- I made you, Big... Mike... Foyer... and now... I have unmade you...
DeLucia- Yeah, you're a real big man... you unmade him alright... while he was down, out, and defenseless... Dirty @$$ son of a b**ch...
Streamline- I love it when you talk dirty PD!!! heh heh heh...
DeLucia- We're going to commercial break... Oh god, Somebody get some EMT's out here... Big Mike Foyer is going to need a stretcher...
[With a low growl, suddenly BMF's lifts as he tries to force himself back to a stand... Corella releases him and rises off his chest eyes widening in shock. As he rises, he picks that hammer up...]
DeLucia- BMF IS STILL TRYING TO GET BACK ON HIS FEET!!!
Streamline- Stay down ya' dumb f**k!!!! STAY DOOOWWNNN!!!
[Moving in rapidly, Quake drops to his knees and savagely cracks that leap pipe across BMF's stomach, the man rolling onto his side, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth!]
DeLucia- Quake and Corella are just HEARTLESS THUGS!!!
[Corella steps around in front of BMF, swinging the sledge hammer high. Big Mike glowers at him, coughing up more blood... The Perfect One shoots him a psychotic grin...]
Streamline- Yup... This is the end of a promising future for BMF Paulie...
DeLucia- HAVEN'T YOU DONE ENOUGH! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!! Somebody has to come out here and help this man!!!
[...He then swings that hammer like a golf club straight into the left temple of BMF with such force that he's rocked flat on his back, and left to lay in a rapidly building pool of his own blood....]
DeLucia- SOMEBODY!! GET SOME HELP OUT HERE!! THIS MAN COULD BE DYING!!!
Streamline- Hey Warren Epic, look out old buddy, BMF's coming down to crash in your crib!!! He'll be the one bringing the beers...
DeLucia- Oh will you SHUT UP Danny!!! You tasteless @$$hole!!!
[On that note, Corella tosses the microphone aside, rising off of BMF's form. He and Quake together leave the ring as Apathy Nation's theme hits the house PA.... Fade out...]
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[...We fade back to Big Mike, standing there now as a hulking, quaking figure of rage once more. We see the DVD Remote, crushed in his powerful, white knuckled grip. His face red and his eyes narrowed, He steps in towards the camera, speaking through clenched teeth...]
BMF- Now you know what kind of a man this piece of shit is. Treat him accordingly. He deserves nothing but the worst from each and every fan out there, and absolutely no respect from any of his colleagues or peers. I know I haven't done a tenth to him, what he's done to me...
[...He points at the camera...]
...Hey, Leo's new friend, Maurice, I hope you're watching this. You need to know what you're about to get into bed with before you accept any help from this man. Trust me when I say, nothing good comes from HIS kind of help. You saw what happened to me here, and now it'll be more than just diehard IGA fans who will know what he did.
[...there is a clatter as BMF finally opened that hand, dropping pieces of plastic and circuit board down on the floor by his foot...]
...Oh and Leo, I know you're watching. Just so you know, I sent a copy of that to your son, Lionel with the instructions to grab your wife, daughter, and grandfather to sit down and watch it with him.
[...Mike now sported a sinister grin...]
...God how I wish I could be there to see their faces when they watch your greatest hits collection. They won't just see this, but a chronicling of your entire career in a nutshell. Each match from each promotion you've worked in. Every spot, interview, and backstage segment you've partaken in. This will do WONDERS for your career and personal life Leo.
[...Big Mike interlaced his fingers and pressed outward, cracking his knuckles loudly...]
...Yep yep yep... right now you are running to that telephone to stop them from watching it, but it's too late. While you were busy over in SoW playing with that punk, Spade, I was busy shipping the package off. It should have arrived early this morning on your door step.
[...He let out a low chuckle...]
....Ooooo... I wonder if you'll be able to keep it together to beat Bane... heh heh heh...
[...With that, BMF turns and steps off camera, the scene fading instantly to black.]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[We open to a black screen. In the background, we hear what appears to be an old record player being started in the background. We hear the needle hit the 45, with the static-popping silence that lets you know we're rolling. Grainy footage of Derrick Ford appears on the screen, along with a set of words that should let any decent human being know they won't like what's coming.]
THE BALLAD OF DERRICK FORD
[Indeed, this video is set to the tune of "The Ballad of Davy Crockett." It opens with Derrick Ford striking MANLY poses, fists resting on his hip and peering beyond the brim of his white stetson out into the distance. An all-male chorus sings as the words appear at the bottom of the screen.]
Born into greatness in the land called Maine, deep blue were his eyes and brown was his mane
Moved to Texas where his fam'ly made its name, and the wrestling world was never the same
Derrick! Derrick Ford! King of the Wrestling Frontier!
[Archive footage is shown of Derrick tearing through the Brains n Chains express, fighting in a ladder match, and winning the old Platinum Championship.]
Although his career had a rocky start, Derrick Ford proved you couldn't doubt his heart
Power like a bull; sharpness like a dart, Ford and the Plat'num would never 'gain part
Derrick! Derrick Ford! A Champion for Eternity!
[Video from Derrick's victories over Wolf Masterson, Maurice Thompson and JDM Superstar.]
To the DCWL Ford came back, putting the new comp'ny on the right track
Management was run by a two bit hack, but Ford made sure they remained in the black.
Derrick! Derrick Ford! A Savior for the Company!
[Footage of Ford grasping the Dangerous belt after beating Wolf Masterson, the surprise pin against Jive, and hitting the Gas Pump and lariat against the American Freebear.]
Dangerous champ'n's belt was his you see, until B.A. Jive took it suddenly
He fought to get it back to the crowd's glee, slaying Freebear for a champ'ship victory.
Derrick! Derrick Ford! The man who don't know fear!
[Cut to Ford decimating Mario Speedwagon, followed by American Freebear in action during the 8 man tag match. Finish with Derrick's MANLY pose once again.]
Ford beat the hippie and put him in his place, now the Freebear resumed his title chase
But the Bear can't keep up to Ford's wicked pace, because Derrick's a credit to the whole human race!
Derrick! Derrick Ford! King of the Wrestling Frontier!
[The camera holds on Derrick's MANLY face as we fade to black.]
~~~D~C~W~L~~~
[Haley Hall aka New Main Street Killas HQ fka Ace Killas HQ aka Ace Stevens' House in Kanata, Ontario. DCWL Governor General Ace Stevens stands at the front porch in a winter coat and sash, looking at the new plaque mounted next to his door.]
Ace: "HALEY HALL?!"? Who the hell named this place "Haley Hall?" Why couldn't they have named it after someone better like "Crazy Pylon Man Hall?" Or "Stanwycz-Bot Hall?"
Ert: What about "D'Amico Hall?"
Ace: Are you nuts? Nobody has EVER named anything after a guy named "Dale." Shit... "Haley Hall." They might as well call it "Mr. Headlock Hall."
Ert: Oh, well.
[Ace opens the door and enters, which leads directly into his living room. Sitting on the new black leather sofa are the Necro Bartender, Killa 187 and - making his first appearance in the new DCWL - MARK! They're all playing an actual X-Box 360 and NOT a 3DO with misleading duct tape. The game of choice: Marvel Ultimate Alliance 2.]
James: Yeah, assholes! Eat Wolverine claws!
Killa: Yo yo yo, dis Luke Cage foo look exactly like Da Killa! Word.
James: Shut up, little bitch.
Killa: Yo, you be bustin', homie?
Mark: IM DARREDEVL AND IM RUINING INTO WALS LOLOL~!
Ert: What the hell? This is MY save file! Do you know how hard I worked to get Green Goblin up to level 60? You bastards!
Ace: Look, calm down. This is all about diplomacy. It's the new thing I'm trying.
Ert: Diplomacy, eh? How does that work?
Ace: By talking things out.
Ert: But that's not fun! Look!
*SMMMMACK!*
[Ert delivers a running kick to Killa's face, knocking him out.]
James: Dude! We needed him for the fight against Bishop!
Ert: I'LL BISHOP YOU! Quick! Somebody hit me with something so I can absorb its power and rechannel it as a kinetic blast!
*SMASH!!!*
[Ace breaks a vase over Ert's head, knocking HIM out as well.]
Mark: UR SUPPOZED TO HIT TEH RED THINGIES~!
Ace: Well, now that we've got that out of the way, what are we going to do about these Trios Tag Team Title Belts you've stolen?
James: Stole? I thought we won!
Ace: Nnnnnnnno, you didn't.
James: Pretty sure we did. We ordered one of those call reversals, eh? Totally worked out.
Ace: If there was some kind of call reversal form, I would have signed off on it. After all I AM the new "Governor General."
James: Well, Ace, I haven't seen you sign off on ANYTHING, which would make me a little suspicious.
Ace: Are you going to drink some caffeine already so you stop questioning my brain and go into raving lunatic hardcore wrestler mode?
James: No! I'm not going to...
[Ace picks up a nearby glass of cola.]
*SPLASH!!*
James: AAAHHH!! RRRAAAAGGGHHH! YOU.... prick! It doesn't work if I don't DRINK it! Shit! This controller is USELESS! How are we going to beat Bishop now?
MARK: I HAV A BILLILLY CLUBB~!!!
Ace: Serves you right for stealing those things! I'm supposed to set a good example for this company now!
James: So stumbling around the main halls holding a bottle of champagne while wearing nothing but your sash and a lampshade was a good example?
Ace: It doesn't count if I'm DRUNK!
[Ace takes a long chug of Jim Beam.]
Ace: Now listen here, James, I....
[Ace's eyes go wonky.]
Ace: Hyaaalllllliaaaaghh.... arum.
[Ace falls to the floor.]
James: Dammit, Mark, when is he going to realize there's some kind of underlying motive Kyle Hayden has for this whole Governor General thing?
Mark: WHEREZ GHOTSRIDER IN THS GAME~!!
James: I don't think he's all that popular.
Mark: HE'S PRETTY BIG~! HOW OLD IS HE~??
[Ert pops up from the floor.]
Ert: A-HAAAAAAA!!!!!
[Ert shoots his fists forward, attempting an energy blast that doesn't come.]
Ert: Um... uh....
[Ert tries again.]
Ert: HADOUKEN!!
[Still nothing.]
Ert: Dammit!
James: Nice try, Ert.
Ert: SHA-BAM!!!
[James' pop-soaked controller shorts out, giving him a shock.]
James: Ow! Jesus Christ!
Ert: YES!!! I HAVE THE POWERRRRRRR!!!!!!!
[End.]
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