Do-dee-do-dee-do-do... Dee-do-dee-do-do... Do-dee-do-dee-do-do... DOO... DOO...
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TO: DCWL Roster, DCWL Crew, DCWL Admin
CC: kieranrae@___.com, dreamdavis@___.com
FROM: DCWL Front Office <admin@___.com>
SUBJECT: Public Company Meeting @ "The Devil Wears Lycra"
IMPORTANCE: High
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
All current DCWL employees are to report to the ring and ringside area ten minutes before bell time of the next show, "The Devil Wears Lycra" for a public company meeting. Commissioner Kyle Hayden wishes to address the rampant rumor-mongering regarding the DCWL's relationship with Shootfire Pro Wrestling, as well as the events of "Contains Spoilers," specifically the backstage attacks and controversy regarding Mistress Dandelion and the actors paid to portray Klezskavanians. Attendance is mandatory. Non-attendance is punishable by immolation per the Deputy Commissioner.
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JURI
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Eugene, Oregon – Home of the University of Oregon and the Oregon Ducks. It is here where The football team pulled out one of the big upsets of college football a few years ago against the USC Trojans amidst some controversy no doubt but a win is a win no less!
It is here that we arrived in the middle of a rather chilly day and for that reason all is quiet. One would think that if you sneezed everyone within about 5 city blocks could hear it! It is also here however that we find the number one contender to the DCWL Sirens title, "The Beautiful Leopard" Juri!
Yes folks Juri, the woman whom lost a match to Mina Eyre to what some might call shock and some might call awe she just calls it a disgrace as judging by what many observed when she stormed out of the arena after losing her match and not taking questions. This behavior was noted by her mentor and number one contender to the Dangerous Championship, Dark Angel Joshua Curtis!
How did Juri take the criticism? Well to say she really had a choice would be a lie now wouldn't it? The fact is that Joshua was more experienced than the "Leopard" and she knew it! When she went back to his dojo in Tokyo he worked her harder than she ever worked before! He did this with his girlfriend and SPW Women's Champion "The Prodigy" Heather Owens present to make it expressly clear that failure will not be tolerated in the ring!
Message received....
Which brings us back to the current setting and Juri sitting on a park bench. Her orange-coloured locks down in front of her face shielding herself from the camera if only temporarily. Juri looks like a woman that had been broken, shattered and crumbled by someone and yet at the same time she knows its only because he wants her to be her best.
As Juri looks down at the dirt on the ground, dressed in a black blouse with a red tie and matching slacks, she doesn't break contact with the ground as she begins speaking...
Juri: Tick....tock....tick...tock! That's all I heard as my body was being slammed around recently by my mentor's students. You know my mentor right? Goes by the name of Joshua Curtis? He said that my actions and behavior as of late are "unbecoming" of a female. That I lack the heart and passion to remain in this sport while two twin bitches that he knew were slamming me from pillar to post! He has a very twisted sense of humor Joshua does. He loves to watch his students writhe on the mat in anguish and pain when they fail him. He calls it "Character Building".
He said to his newest students that he called "Bloodlines" "Don't let her out of that ring unless she's crawling on her stomach!" and when I heard this I was honestly amazed at how much passion he put in that order. He made it clear from the tone that us failing him is something that he frowns upon...then again he made Brooke take a pounding from her sister for losing our camp the MVW TV title...but I digress!
Sierra Browne I have been given one order from my mentor when we meet for the DCWL Sirens Championship...
[Juri shoots her head up to look dead into the camera with a fire in her eyes that no one had ever seen in any fed as she speaks again...]
Juri: TO DESTROY YOU!!!
[Juri gets up with her hands in her pockets as she walks around the park and looks around at the desolate setting with a small on her face as she begins to speak again...]
Juri: Sierra let's make something clear alright dearie? YOU may be the current champion and it should also be known that you are from Trinidad. Hmm let's see the last Women's champion that ANY member of the "World's Finest" faced that was from there...oh yeah they LOST their title to us and guess whom has that?!
I know what you're going to say next "But Juri that has no bearing on the match" and I'll tell you the same thing that Curtis tells me every day when I crawl out of the ring throwing up my lunch:
"I don't want to hear it!"
And unlike the majority of the people that have been kicked out of Curtis' academy for badmouthing him I shut my beak and I LISTEN! You my dear are either deaf, dumb or fucking stupid for climbing in the ring with me after I've been giving the orders I have from my boss because darling let's get it straight: I've everything to gain and nothing to lose and you my dear, WHEN not IF you lose your belt to me have to go back to the locker room with your tail firmly tucked between your legs and tell the locker room "I got my ass kicked by a woman that is a hell of a lot tougher than I could ever be" and you'd be right!
I wrestled in "The Big Egg" in a triple threat cage under "Last Woman Standing" rules and got busted open with blood pouring from my forehead and somehow managed to beat the 10 count to win the JWPW Women's title! The called me "The Great Arisugawa" for that effort and as of late I admit I haven't shown EVERYTHING that I can do in the ring and given full effort. I DO promise you this Sierra: Not only will you get my full effort...but you'll get a lot more than you could EVER bargain for!
Sierra leopards CAN change their spots and when we get in that ring at "The Devil Wears Lycra" that belt is changing hands and coming home to "The World's Finest!"
Now get out of my face!
[FADE OUT!]
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THE NEW MAIN STREET KILLAS
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[New Main Street Killas HQ aka Haley Hall aka Ace Stevens' living room in Kanata, Ontario. Ert Williams and James the Necro Bartender are watching the tube as the DCWL's Governor General enters.]
Ace: Hey guys! How's it go... 18-nothing?!? Ert, how the hell can you keep playing NHL 10 like that when you demolish your opponents every time?
James: He's not playing the XBOX, Ace. He's not holding a controller.
[...]
Ace: What about that "Project Natal" thing?
James: That hasn't been released yet!
Ace: What hasn't been released? I'm talking about the orders I gave you to organize a gala here for Portuguese Christmas!
James: Why?
Ace: Because that's what Governor Generals do! Host things! And that's why... wait, you're right! That isn't the XBOX! There's no women's hockey on the XBOX! Jeez, with scores like that you can kiss women's hockey goodbye in 2014...
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!*
Ace: I'll get it!
[Ace walks to the front door and opens it, revealing scores of female hockey players. They are all much taller and bigger than the GG.]
Ace: Look, it's not my fault! I respect how much you Canadian ladies are kicking ass, but until more than two nations are competitive it wouldn't hurt for the sport to take an Olympic rest for a while! And don't even start with me about Sweden upsetting the US in 2006 because that was a fluke and you know it!
[All the hockey players hang their heads.]
Ace: Now go get 'em! Win that gold while you can!
[The hockey players all leave.]
James: Wow! That was amazing!
Ace: It's the power of the sash! Now back to what we were originally talking about...
James: Women's Hockey WAS what we were originally talking about.
Ace: No, we were talking about Ert.
Ert: SHA-BAM!
Ace: Where's Killa?
Ert: He was getting antsy so every time Canada scored I LYNCHED HIM GOOD!
Ace: Oh God. Is he in the hospital?
Ert: He's not NOT in the hospital...
[Ert points to the corner which's Killa's body is pressed up against, his face planted firmly in the carpet.]
Killa: I be hurtin'. Word.
Ace: So! Ert! This Project Natal thing. Where are we on that?
Ert: Well, I keep trying to call Spielberg, but he kept calling it the XBOAT made by Microsoap.
Ace: Then get me his non-union Mexican equivalent!
James: You're not Mr. Burns.
Ace: Damn straight! He isn't the Governor General! And since you fools can't organize something simple like a Portuguese Christmas Celebration, I'm going to do something WAY easier!
James: And what, pray tell, is that?
[Ace holds his hand high, emphasizing each word in a straight line across the air.]
Ace: A DCWL Garden Party!
[Crickets chirp.]
Ace: Put that sound effect board away, Ert!
Ert: Eee hee hee..
Ace: It will be fantastic! We'll invite the DCWL's top brass, it's wrestlers, it's alumni...
James: This isn't an excuse to call Curt Olsen again.
Ace: IT DAMN SURE IS! And we'll also invite all of the DCWL's visiting diplomats!
James: But the DCWL has only one visiting diplomat and that's...
[James smiles.]
James: Oh, this is the greatest idea EVER!
[There's a red fade to the room as Ace begins to laugh.]
Ace: Mwahahahahahaha..... MWAhahahahaha... MWWWWAAAAAhahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaah!
James: What's with the evil laughing? Messing with Henry has never had anything to do with malice!
Ace: Oh, but it's good for the setup! Now, let's just make a list of everyone who's coming to the party...
[Ace takes out a pad of paper and a pencil.]
Ace: There's Hayden, Thompson, Spikes, Pansac, Jive, Cor-
[Ace's pencil is yanked out of his hand by a large, stocky man with brown hair and a backwards blue baseball cap.]
*snap*
[The large man leaves.]
Ace: God dammit! Why does that keep happening?
[Froo Froo the Talking Cat looks up from licking himself.]
Froo Froo: And why am I still here?
[End.]
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SIERRA BROWNE
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[Fade in:
Sierra Browne stands before the DCWL cameras with the Sirens Championship over her shoulder. The Bitch is back for real. She looks into the camera smugly as she leans back against the DCWL banner. She strokes the unified Sirens championship.]
Sierra: So I hear some minor league lesbian bitch thinks she's going to get real competition by stepping into the ring against Sierra Browne.
[The DCWL champion lets out a snort of laughter.]
Sierra: Understand something, Juri. I am no competition to you because I am not on your level. Competition means you're striving together. We're not striving together because I'm better than you in every way possible. You think your training in Japan and with your little life partner, Tina Davis, is going to prepare you to get in the ring with me? You think Joshua Curtis, your handler, is going to put you over the top? You dare to dream that big?
[Sierra shakes her head.]
Sierra: Your dream is going to turn into a nightmare very quickly. I am Sierra Browne. I am a _natural_ champion. No amount of your training is going to get you to my baseline natural level. Do you understand that? It will never happen. You aren't nearly as good. And if you think I just get by on natural talent then you're crazy. I train my ass every day to keep this gold. Juri, let me explain to you what this champion is all about.
[She holds up the DCWL belt.]
Sierra: You see, without this belt I'm nothing. My soul is in this belt. You, I can tell by listening to you that you're into yourself. You're about Juri and Juri alone and you think the world gives a damn about watching your personal life every few minutes. Here's the truth: Nobody cares about your life. Nobody cares that you and Tina lick each other in the back. They only care about what you can do in this ring. And you can't do as much as me. I've broken bones for titles. I've separated my shoulder. I've sold my soul. I've lost friends. I've done everything just to become the best. Just to become a titleholder. Ask Fiona is she thought she wasn't going to defeat me and become the unified SOW and DCWL champion. Ask her if she didn't think she was going to be the Sirens champion. She didn't realise what a bitch I am. She didn't realise what it meant to me when a championship is on the line.
I've only ever lost one title in the ring. And that was stolen from me. When I get a belt I kill promotions because I refuse to lose it. I refuse to ever stoop to the level of my competition. I don't give them a chance to beat me. When you step into the arena with Sierra Synclair Browne you realise one thing. I am that Bitch and Juri, trust me, sister. You are not. You're going to see the Truth. And the Truth is this. You want competition? Keep looking because I'm just too good for you, bitch.
[Fade out]
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JACKSON HUNTER
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[Low budget set-up as you'd expect from the DCWL. Just a camera and a guy in wool winter clothes with a threadbare navy toque. It is mid-afternoon, but you wouldn't be able to tell through the soup of grey fog that enshrouds everything. Jackson Hunter happens to be the man in the winter woollies, and he happens to be looking out over a balcony to the ocean.]
JAX: Nothing. I did it all for nothing.
[He sighs and replays it in his head.]
JAX: I injured a fellow athlete, one of the people on whom the DCWL was to have laid its future. I trained for over a year. I went through surgery after surgery trying to patch every tendon in my body that wanted to rip itself it half every time I got out of bed. Do not get me wrong: Wolf Masterson earned his stripes that night and I'm convinced he deserves them. When Unique Element and Horrorshow fought at "Ark of Triocalypse" I scored the match for the UE. But if I'm UE, I'm looking over my shoulder.
[He gurns for a second and then resumes.]
JAX: As for me, the sad facts of life have smacked me in the face. I work myself in overdrive. I burn both ends of the candle and still can't make ends meet in the ring. They say that's wrestling. One wrong move and you can lose. Well… that's bull. I used to win ALL THE DAMN TIME! I never lose. I get the hell kicked out of me, I barely escape a match with my life, but I always win.
[He shakes his head.]
JAX: But not any more, I suppose. And now I've got you, Maurice. I like you, Maurice, which is why going through this match is going to be tough for me. I respect you, because I've watched your journey in the DCWL, and if I'm thinking of the same guy, your mentor Navarro and my mentor Glen Sand worked together on the indies back in the day every so often. But listen to me closely: I do not want to have come this far for nothing. I'm not under the delusion that I'm going to make it back to Grand Championship ever again, but all this pain I've gone through over the past years and all the sacrifices I have to make now… they have to account for something.
[His expression becomes stern.]
JAX: You're challenging for the Grand Championship. You're a big crossover star. You're half my damned age. And your head would look great stuffed and mounted on my mantle. Your path and my path directly intersect at the right place and at the right time. I don't know who the DCWL has lined up against me at Cornerstone Revolution, but I don't intend to go into the event soft. I've main evented Cornerstone Revolutions 2, 3, and 4. If I can't main event number 5, then I intend to cast a long shadow. What you need and what I need are two very very different things. And if you don't think I won't wring one more victory out of the twilight of my career at the expense of yours. Just watch me.
[He turns back to the ocean.]
JAX: And I am too old to care whether you respect me or not.
[Cut away.]
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BUZZSAW
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Akron, OH. 10:42 pm
-A light snow has been falling steadily on this cold January night. It looks peaceful as it passes through the little light being given off by the street light. Steam raises from under the manhole covers and meets the falling snow flakes in mid air. The scene looks like it's been ripped right out of a move or off a post card…but this fantasy land or the sound stage of big budget movie…this is downtown Akron, Ohio, a city that has for the better part of a year told people that it's coming out of this recession. The city has boasted about how downtown is once again alive and well, new businesses opening up each week, there was a huge movement to clean up downtown, to make it appear safe and friendly. By day it is just that, the streets are filled with people coming downtown to look around, shop in the new stores and rediscover downtown Akron….
But by night downtown falls back to what Akron truly is…a city that is still feeling the stings of the Ford plant closing…a city still bleeding from Firestone shipping all their jobs overseas…a city that has seen its tax money go to planting flowers and trees downtown instead of going to the people who now sleep on the corners. They stand in long lines and collect their unemployment checks but this money goes to support the nightlife of Akron…three local bars that will cash any unemployment check…as long as you spend must of it on your favorite drink. Eddie's is one of those places, been a staple of downtown Akron for ages. Every night the boys in blue have to stop by at least three times to break up some sort of disagreement. With nothing to do during the day these men get there aggression out at night. Tonight has been a typical night at Eddie's…two arrests, a Steelers fan should never disrespect a drunk Browns fan, a few warnings, hey if a chick is going to wear a skirt that short she's bound to get her ass grabbed, and about ten autographs, because no matter what dark corner he sits in he is always recognized….
They all want to hear the stories, about the road, the matches, the women…if Eddie's is a staple of Akron then he is the face of Eddie's. He partially grew up in this bar…no he's not related to the owners, he became a local before he was even out of high school, on his 21st birthday the owners stood in shock as he handed his real ID to them and they realized they had been serving a minor for about 5 years. They would receive post cards from Japan when he was over their in All Japan Wrestling…would get tapes in the mail of their local son as he took part in matches that made there skin crawl…he would always come to visit when he was in town but as the years went by he became more and more unrecognizable. His face scared from his battles but the worse was three years ago…the CEW had closed down due to the owners and HBO long running battles, he went back over seas to Japan for work and this time when he came home his face was hidden behind a mask of scars. He went back to work, first with the NWF and then back to the CEW. He was on the verge of having it all…had just won the Slamfest Rumble, had a shot at the CEW World Title at Retribution and then it was gone…nobody knows why, there was a lot of speculation on the net to why the company closed but he returned to Akron and became another lost soul of the city…he became the city…down on his luck, unemployed, no company wanted to take a shot at him…too many unemployed wrestlers from the CEW who were more marketable and not such a loose cannon. He came back to Eddie's and sits here every night over a glass of whiskey. He's a good sport, talks to the locals about what they want to hear…his battles with Descendent, SNA, Jakob Mayhem…tells them what it felt like to toss AC's fat ass over the top rope…what it was like to be crowned King of the Death Match twice…people seem to think he's doing better than he is but they never notice that a story requires a round on the recipient.
Night after night…it never changes…you can waste a lifetime in this place….or forget about your miserable life. Closing time can become a nightly battle…the cops are always on hand to 'help' some of the locals clear out….it's like clock work…2:30am and the lights come on and the doors bust open…they stand there looking around, trying to look intimidating with their clubs in hand. Most of the crowd pours back their remaining drinks and stager towards the door….some sit defiantly on their stools…a night in a warm cell beats a night on the cold streets. They look my way and nod…they are not going to treat me like the rest, never do… I'm always the last to leave and they know I'm not going to be a problem. The crowd files out and the stools are turned over…the boys can't help but to pat me on the back as I pass…like we are back in an arena and I'm heading to the ring….
The blast of this cold February night hits me in the face like a slap from a jaded woman…. The caps are lined up ready to take people home but I just waive it off….they all think I'm off to my nice house…the house of a former World Champion….a house fit for a man who's seen the world and done countless ppv's….but perception is wrong in this case…I wasn't heading to a gated community or some nice little home…no that was just their perception of this man…Looking over his shoulder to see if anyone was falling him he pulls his coat up high around his neck…and makes a left down Elm St. There is a little pizza place, Louie's right on the corner…two doors, one leads you to the best pizza in the city…and the other to a small one bed room apartment. A single light bulb is the source of light for the narrow steps leading up to the apartment.
The keys hit the small folding table that serves as a dinner table…a flashing red light from the answering machine is giving the room its single source of light until the light switch is flipped. The answering machine quickly rewinds before playing back the three messages….
-Beep-
'Good Afternoon Mr. Stone, this is Mrs. Jones from MBNA, I'm calling because our records show you have not made a payment in sometime. Please call us back at 1-800-555-6754.'
Ha, you haven't received a payment because my CEW check kept bouncing and add that to my child support and alimony…
-Beep-
'Hello I'm calling for Derek Stone, I'm Jamie Martin from Akron General Hospital, I'm calling from billing, we are having a problem with your insurance, it seems your policy hasn't been paid in nearly a year and the MRI you received last fall isn't cover, please call me back at 1-800-555-3498 to discuses payment options.'
Add it to the list, I guess that check bounced too…a company folds and the employees are the last to know…I guess telling us we were no longer covered was too much to ask…
-Beep-
'Buzz, it's Tim, hey you need to call me back…as soon as you get this no matter the time!'
The clock reads 3:07am…to late to call him back…agent or not he'll be asleep by now…can't be to important, probably just another indie book…another old musty gym against a 'hardcore' guy….Tim McFarland is a good agent and a great friend but times are tough…his agency was once one of the best in the wrestling business…25 of the best guys in the business but now…well it was an agency of two…myself and Sledge….
Sledge was the cash cow now…locked into the DCWL…a champion these days….yeah he was the man keeping Tim afloat right now while I am on the outside looking in…down on my luck, living in this piece of shit apartment…never seeing my daughter…having to lay on this old ratty couch…no…Tim will have to wait….till…morning….
Tim McFarland: WHAT THE HELL GIVES! I TELL YOU TO CALL ME AND I HAVE TO COME FIND YOU PASSED OUT ON YOUR COUCH!
What the hell….oh, shit it's bright…what the hell is he doing here…
Buzzsaw: How the hell did you get in here?
Tim McFarland: YOU LEFT THE GOD DAMN DOOR OPEN, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE KILLED IN YOUR SLEEP?
Buzzsaw: Really, damn man must have forgot to lock up, I just laid here for a second, must have nodded off.
Tim McFarland: Well thanks for the call back last night…
Buzzsaw: Tim it was late man, I wasn't going to wake you and whatever secretary you're nailing these days up.
Tim McFarland: Well I have some big news buddy…
Buzzsaw: Listen Tim, I'm sure whatever indie company wants to book me is good but man I can't take it anymore…I need some time off man, I can't do another gym right now…
Tim McFarland: This isn't an indie book Buzz, no, this much bigger…I was with Sledge last week, got to talking with the suits of the DCWL. Seems they needed a few new faces and well I got you a shot, a DCWL contract!
The DCWL…Sledge had been there for awhile…it was under new management from the UWAC days…a contract…a salary….
Buzzsaw: What's the catch Tim?
Tim McFarland: No catch Buzz.
-Time drops an airline ticket on the couch.-
Tim McFarland: We are booked on the 1:15pm flight, Cleveland to Portland. You are going to this weeks show, go take a shower, clean yourself up…you are going to want to make a good impression.
~FIN~
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JOSHUA CURTIS
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Have you ever had a chance to start climbing the ladder in your chosen profession? How nervous were you when you were given that opportunity? More than likely pretty nervous no? That's normal...especially if its your first time staring a chance at being "someone" in your field!
For one particular young man however this is something familiar. Something that he has done before and been successful at! Something that has made him the focused and determined individual that he is today!
He...is the "Dark Angel"
And where might our beloved hero of the "Dangerous Championship Wrestling League" be only days before his big chance to become the DCWL Dangerous Champion? Why about the only place he feels he can get a clear head: Sitting in the rafters of the a local church in Baltimore, Maryland.
You may ask yourself "Why is he sitting up in the rafters of a church?" and the answer is simpler than the question makes it appear:
Its where he feels he's at home!
This is where he's been since putting his beloved student Juri through her paces as he's sat up there for days and watched as people came into the church to bare their souls to the local priest. He watched from afar as lines of people came to confess their sins to God before leaving with the weight of what felt like 1,000 people lifted off of their backs and all he could do was smile that wicked smile that has inhabited him for awhile now. Will it ever leave? Only if "He" does!
As Dark Angel grows antsy he leaps from the rafters and lands perfectly on all fours with no injury. The startled clergyman sees the young man that hides his face in his hood and only nods as Joshua turns and walks out of the church.
As Joshua walks out the door he notices that night has fallen over the city. What city you ask? That's not important. What is important is that the DCWL has presented him with a title shot that he got from beating Maurice Thompson in a 2 out of 3 falls match but whom he is to face has yet to be determined. The company has allowed their current champion Logan "Sledge" Braddock to attempt to defend his championship against a man from the "Spirit of Wrestling" Promotion named Spade. Joshua took this challenge in stride as he smiled when hearing the news. Its not something that he's used to but its something that he welcomes! As Joshua takes a slow walk down the street he looks towards us and begins to speak...
Joshua Curtis: And so it has come down to this...this match for a title that is highly coveted in a promotion that people like myself and Juri-san call home. A promotion that has helped resurrect the careers of myself and dear Juri.
Allow me to explain...
You see friends I have been a "Nomad" for the past few years. That title is not something I've been proud of and wished for it to go away and leave me. The problem became that I let my temper get the best of me and the various managements that I worked for went "We can't have this knucklehead working for us! He's bad for the locker room!"
To say that the criticism wasn't justified would be incorrect. At the time I was nothing more than a hot headed punk that didn't know any better than some snot nosed punk rookie that deserved to have his head knocked off his body! I bounced around and just kind of settled for the fact that maybe...just maybe my career was done in this business relegated to being just a manager!
Then..."it" happened!
I happened by chance stumbling upon an application for a small promotion called the DCWL and as we can see now the rest...well you know!
I wrestled "The Great Atma" in my first match in the promotion and showed a lot of people just what I could do in singles competition. Then the Ark of the Tricolypse" came and I let a team from the DCWL almost to a Trios title shot against the team called "Unique Element" but alas that wasn't meant to be! It would be found out later that one of MY students, Juri, would become a wrestler in the promotion with me and I welcome this! She's got a bit of a hot head lately but I attribute that to her drive and focus to wanting to show SPW they made the wrong decision letting her walk out of Shootfire Pro and so far I dare say she's accomplished just that! Her match against Sierra Browne will definitely be an important match for her in her career that's for sure!
Me? I first wrestled Maurice Thompson after my encounter in the "Tricolypse" tournament and narrowly beat that man. Thompson deserves all the praise he gets in this company and he deserves to be in the Grand Championship picture. As for me? I got to face someone...but I don't know who yet!
Logan Braddock is our current champion in the "Dangerous" division. That means he's one bad dude! To beat him means that one has gone and put their body through torture, pain and agony to win the title. Your body is so sore that when its all over you look at the ring and you wonder if your insides are turning up as you speak! I've left my DNA in a ring before and trust me...I only get stronger NOT weaker!
Then we have his opponent: Spade!
I can't say I know a lot about him. He's getting his seasoning in the SOW so that will tell me all I need to know. I had a friend that wrestled their briefly with me but no one has seen hide nor hair of him since. There was once speculation that he was going to manage in a promotion soon...but that's all I heard!
So Spade is going to be an interesting wild card to the proceedings. An individual that NO ONE knows about outside of the people that follows the small company in San Francisco. My main concern about him is THAT he's unknown to most of the wrestling audience. It'll be interesting to see how people take to him as he enters our world.
You see Braddock, Spade there is one thing that you must know when you face an individual such as myself in the ring: Those whom have faced me in the past NEVER leave the same man! Ask Atma and Thompson if you don't believe me! One of you will be lucky enough to walk down the ramp to enter a ring that will have me residing in it. After that...I can't promise you anything!
So here's to my opponent whomever it is. I wish you the best of luck in your title match at SOW because once you set foot in a DCWL ring you...you belong to me and my "Angels" and we would LOVE to take your soul along with that belt!
Ask yourself this question as you tuck yourselves into your beds tonight:
"Do I Believe in Angels?"
For your sake gentlemen...you better!
[Joshua continues walking down the street as the camera pans up to see a cloud covered moon and the lasting sounds of crickets as the scene fades to black...]
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TO: DCWL Roster, DCWL Crew, DCWL Admin
CC: kieranrae@___.com, dreamdavis@___.com
FROM: DCWL Front Office <admin@___.com>
SUBJECT: Public Company Meeting @ "The Devil Wears Lycra"
IMPORTANCE: High
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
All current DCWL employees are to report to the ring and ringside area ten minutes before bell time of the next show, "The Devil Wears Lycra" for a public company meeting. Commissioner Kyle Hayden wishes to address the rampant rumor-mongering regarding the DCWL's relationship with Shootfire Pro Wrestling, as well as the events of "Contains Spoilers," specifically the backstage attacks and controversy regarding Mistress Dandelion and the actors paid to portray Klezskavanians. Attendance is mandatory. Non-attendance is punishable by immolation per the Deputy Commissioner.
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JURI
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Eugene, Oregon – Home of the University of Oregon and the Oregon Ducks. It is here where The football team pulled out one of the big upsets of college football a few years ago against the USC Trojans amidst some controversy no doubt but a win is a win no less!
It is here that we arrived in the middle of a rather chilly day and for that reason all is quiet. One would think that if you sneezed everyone within about 5 city blocks could hear it! It is also here however that we find the number one contender to the DCWL Sirens title, "The Beautiful Leopard" Juri!
Yes folks Juri, the woman whom lost a match to Mina Eyre to what some might call shock and some might call awe she just calls it a disgrace as judging by what many observed when she stormed out of the arena after losing her match and not taking questions. This behavior was noted by her mentor and number one contender to the Dangerous Championship, Dark Angel Joshua Curtis!
How did Juri take the criticism? Well to say she really had a choice would be a lie now wouldn't it? The fact is that Joshua was more experienced than the "Leopard" and she knew it! When she went back to his dojo in Tokyo he worked her harder than she ever worked before! He did this with his girlfriend and SPW Women's Champion "The Prodigy" Heather Owens present to make it expressly clear that failure will not be tolerated in the ring!
Message received....
Which brings us back to the current setting and Juri sitting on a park bench. Her orange-coloured locks down in front of her face shielding herself from the camera if only temporarily. Juri looks like a woman that had been broken, shattered and crumbled by someone and yet at the same time she knows its only because he wants her to be her best.
As Juri looks down at the dirt on the ground, dressed in a black blouse with a red tie and matching slacks, she doesn't break contact with the ground as she begins speaking...
Juri: Tick....tock....tick...tock! That's all I heard as my body was being slammed around recently by my mentor's students. You know my mentor right? Goes by the name of Joshua Curtis? He said that my actions and behavior as of late are "unbecoming" of a female. That I lack the heart and passion to remain in this sport while two twin bitches that he knew were slamming me from pillar to post! He has a very twisted sense of humor Joshua does. He loves to watch his students writhe on the mat in anguish and pain when they fail him. He calls it "Character Building".
He said to his newest students that he called "Bloodlines" "Don't let her out of that ring unless she's crawling on her stomach!" and when I heard this I was honestly amazed at how much passion he put in that order. He made it clear from the tone that us failing him is something that he frowns upon...then again he made Brooke take a pounding from her sister for losing our camp the MVW TV title...but I digress!
Sierra Browne I have been given one order from my mentor when we meet for the DCWL Sirens Championship...
[Juri shoots her head up to look dead into the camera with a fire in her eyes that no one had ever seen in any fed as she speaks again...]
Juri: TO DESTROY YOU!!!
[Juri gets up with her hands in her pockets as she walks around the park and looks around at the desolate setting with a small on her face as she begins to speak again...]
Juri: Sierra let's make something clear alright dearie? YOU may be the current champion and it should also be known that you are from Trinidad. Hmm let's see the last Women's champion that ANY member of the "World's Finest" faced that was from there...oh yeah they LOST their title to us and guess whom has that?!
I know what you're going to say next "But Juri that has no bearing on the match" and I'll tell you the same thing that Curtis tells me every day when I crawl out of the ring throwing up my lunch:
"I don't want to hear it!"
And unlike the majority of the people that have been kicked out of Curtis' academy for badmouthing him I shut my beak and I LISTEN! You my dear are either deaf, dumb or fucking stupid for climbing in the ring with me after I've been giving the orders I have from my boss because darling let's get it straight: I've everything to gain and nothing to lose and you my dear, WHEN not IF you lose your belt to me have to go back to the locker room with your tail firmly tucked between your legs and tell the locker room "I got my ass kicked by a woman that is a hell of a lot tougher than I could ever be" and you'd be right!
I wrestled in "The Big Egg" in a triple threat cage under "Last Woman Standing" rules and got busted open with blood pouring from my forehead and somehow managed to beat the 10 count to win the JWPW Women's title! The called me "The Great Arisugawa" for that effort and as of late I admit I haven't shown EVERYTHING that I can do in the ring and given full effort. I DO promise you this Sierra: Not only will you get my full effort...but you'll get a lot more than you could EVER bargain for!
Sierra leopards CAN change their spots and when we get in that ring at "The Devil Wears Lycra" that belt is changing hands and coming home to "The World's Finest!"
Now get out of my face!
[FADE OUT!]
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THE NEW MAIN STREET KILLAS
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[New Main Street Killas HQ aka Haley Hall aka Ace Stevens' living room in Kanata, Ontario. Ert Williams and James the Necro Bartender are watching the tube as the DCWL's Governor General enters.]
Ace: Hey guys! How's it go... 18-nothing?!? Ert, how the hell can you keep playing NHL 10 like that when you demolish your opponents every time?
James: He's not playing the XBOX, Ace. He's not holding a controller.
[...]
Ace: What about that "Project Natal" thing?
James: That hasn't been released yet!
Ace: What hasn't been released? I'm talking about the orders I gave you to organize a gala here for Portuguese Christmas!
James: Why?
Ace: Because that's what Governor Generals do! Host things! And that's why... wait, you're right! That isn't the XBOX! There's no women's hockey on the XBOX! Jeez, with scores like that you can kiss women's hockey goodbye in 2014...
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!*
Ace: I'll get it!
[Ace walks to the front door and opens it, revealing scores of female hockey players. They are all much taller and bigger than the GG.]
Ace: Look, it's not my fault! I respect how much you Canadian ladies are kicking ass, but until more than two nations are competitive it wouldn't hurt for the sport to take an Olympic rest for a while! And don't even start with me about Sweden upsetting the US in 2006 because that was a fluke and you know it!
[All the hockey players hang their heads.]
Ace: Now go get 'em! Win that gold while you can!
[The hockey players all leave.]
James: Wow! That was amazing!
Ace: It's the power of the sash! Now back to what we were originally talking about...
James: Women's Hockey WAS what we were originally talking about.
Ace: No, we were talking about Ert.
Ert: SHA-BAM!
Ace: Where's Killa?
Ert: He was getting antsy so every time Canada scored I LYNCHED HIM GOOD!
Ace: Oh God. Is he in the hospital?
Ert: He's not NOT in the hospital...
[Ert points to the corner which's Killa's body is pressed up against, his face planted firmly in the carpet.]
Killa: I be hurtin'. Word.
Ace: So! Ert! This Project Natal thing. Where are we on that?
Ert: Well, I keep trying to call Spielberg, but he kept calling it the XBOAT made by Microsoap.
Ace: Then get me his non-union Mexican equivalent!
James: You're not Mr. Burns.
Ace: Damn straight! He isn't the Governor General! And since you fools can't organize something simple like a Portuguese Christmas Celebration, I'm going to do something WAY easier!
James: And what, pray tell, is that?
[Ace holds his hand high, emphasizing each word in a straight line across the air.]
Ace: A DCWL Garden Party!
[Crickets chirp.]
Ace: Put that sound effect board away, Ert!
Ert: Eee hee hee..
Ace: It will be fantastic! We'll invite the DCWL's top brass, it's wrestlers, it's alumni...
James: This isn't an excuse to call Curt Olsen again.
Ace: IT DAMN SURE IS! And we'll also invite all of the DCWL's visiting diplomats!
James: But the DCWL has only one visiting diplomat and that's...
[James smiles.]
James: Oh, this is the greatest idea EVER!
[There's a red fade to the room as Ace begins to laugh.]
Ace: Mwahahahahahaha..... MWAhahahahaha... MWWWWAAAAAhahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaah!
James: What's with the evil laughing? Messing with Henry has never had anything to do with malice!
Ace: Oh, but it's good for the setup! Now, let's just make a list of everyone who's coming to the party...
[Ace takes out a pad of paper and a pencil.]
Ace: There's Hayden, Thompson, Spikes, Pansac, Jive, Cor-
[Ace's pencil is yanked out of his hand by a large, stocky man with brown hair and a backwards blue baseball cap.]
*snap*
[The large man leaves.]
Ace: God dammit! Why does that keep happening?
[Froo Froo the Talking Cat looks up from licking himself.]
Froo Froo: And why am I still here?
[End.]
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SIERRA BROWNE
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[Fade in:
Sierra Browne stands before the DCWL cameras with the Sirens Championship over her shoulder. The Bitch is back for real. She looks into the camera smugly as she leans back against the DCWL banner. She strokes the unified Sirens championship.]
Sierra: So I hear some minor league lesbian bitch thinks she's going to get real competition by stepping into the ring against Sierra Browne.
[The DCWL champion lets out a snort of laughter.]
Sierra: Understand something, Juri. I am no competition to you because I am not on your level. Competition means you're striving together. We're not striving together because I'm better than you in every way possible. You think your training in Japan and with your little life partner, Tina Davis, is going to prepare you to get in the ring with me? You think Joshua Curtis, your handler, is going to put you over the top? You dare to dream that big?
[Sierra shakes her head.]
Sierra: Your dream is going to turn into a nightmare very quickly. I am Sierra Browne. I am a _natural_ champion. No amount of your training is going to get you to my baseline natural level. Do you understand that? It will never happen. You aren't nearly as good. And if you think I just get by on natural talent then you're crazy. I train my ass every day to keep this gold. Juri, let me explain to you what this champion is all about.
[She holds up the DCWL belt.]
Sierra: You see, without this belt I'm nothing. My soul is in this belt. You, I can tell by listening to you that you're into yourself. You're about Juri and Juri alone and you think the world gives a damn about watching your personal life every few minutes. Here's the truth: Nobody cares about your life. Nobody cares that you and Tina lick each other in the back. They only care about what you can do in this ring. And you can't do as much as me. I've broken bones for titles. I've separated my shoulder. I've sold my soul. I've lost friends. I've done everything just to become the best. Just to become a titleholder. Ask Fiona is she thought she wasn't going to defeat me and become the unified SOW and DCWL champion. Ask her if she didn't think she was going to be the Sirens champion. She didn't realise what a bitch I am. She didn't realise what it meant to me when a championship is on the line.
I've only ever lost one title in the ring. And that was stolen from me. When I get a belt I kill promotions because I refuse to lose it. I refuse to ever stoop to the level of my competition. I don't give them a chance to beat me. When you step into the arena with Sierra Synclair Browne you realise one thing. I am that Bitch and Juri, trust me, sister. You are not. You're going to see the Truth. And the Truth is this. You want competition? Keep looking because I'm just too good for you, bitch.
[Fade out]
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JACKSON HUNTER
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[Low budget set-up as you'd expect from the DCWL. Just a camera and a guy in wool winter clothes with a threadbare navy toque. It is mid-afternoon, but you wouldn't be able to tell through the soup of grey fog that enshrouds everything. Jackson Hunter happens to be the man in the winter woollies, and he happens to be looking out over a balcony to the ocean.]
JAX: Nothing. I did it all for nothing.
[He sighs and replays it in his head.]
JAX: I injured a fellow athlete, one of the people on whom the DCWL was to have laid its future. I trained for over a year. I went through surgery after surgery trying to patch every tendon in my body that wanted to rip itself it half every time I got out of bed. Do not get me wrong: Wolf Masterson earned his stripes that night and I'm convinced he deserves them. When Unique Element and Horrorshow fought at "Ark of Triocalypse" I scored the match for the UE. But if I'm UE, I'm looking over my shoulder.
[He gurns for a second and then resumes.]
JAX: As for me, the sad facts of life have smacked me in the face. I work myself in overdrive. I burn both ends of the candle and still can't make ends meet in the ring. They say that's wrestling. One wrong move and you can lose. Well… that's bull. I used to win ALL THE DAMN TIME! I never lose. I get the hell kicked out of me, I barely escape a match with my life, but I always win.
[He shakes his head.]
JAX: But not any more, I suppose. And now I've got you, Maurice. I like you, Maurice, which is why going through this match is going to be tough for me. I respect you, because I've watched your journey in the DCWL, and if I'm thinking of the same guy, your mentor Navarro and my mentor Glen Sand worked together on the indies back in the day every so often. But listen to me closely: I do not want to have come this far for nothing. I'm not under the delusion that I'm going to make it back to Grand Championship ever again, but all this pain I've gone through over the past years and all the sacrifices I have to make now… they have to account for something.
[His expression becomes stern.]
JAX: You're challenging for the Grand Championship. You're a big crossover star. You're half my damned age. And your head would look great stuffed and mounted on my mantle. Your path and my path directly intersect at the right place and at the right time. I don't know who the DCWL has lined up against me at Cornerstone Revolution, but I don't intend to go into the event soft. I've main evented Cornerstone Revolutions 2, 3, and 4. If I can't main event number 5, then I intend to cast a long shadow. What you need and what I need are two very very different things. And if you don't think I won't wring one more victory out of the twilight of my career at the expense of yours. Just watch me.
[He turns back to the ocean.]
JAX: And I am too old to care whether you respect me or not.
[Cut away.]
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BUZZSAW
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Akron, OH. 10:42 pm
-A light snow has been falling steadily on this cold January night. It looks peaceful as it passes through the little light being given off by the street light. Steam raises from under the manhole covers and meets the falling snow flakes in mid air. The scene looks like it's been ripped right out of a move or off a post card…but this fantasy land or the sound stage of big budget movie…this is downtown Akron, Ohio, a city that has for the better part of a year told people that it's coming out of this recession. The city has boasted about how downtown is once again alive and well, new businesses opening up each week, there was a huge movement to clean up downtown, to make it appear safe and friendly. By day it is just that, the streets are filled with people coming downtown to look around, shop in the new stores and rediscover downtown Akron….
But by night downtown falls back to what Akron truly is…a city that is still feeling the stings of the Ford plant closing…a city still bleeding from Firestone shipping all their jobs overseas…a city that has seen its tax money go to planting flowers and trees downtown instead of going to the people who now sleep on the corners. They stand in long lines and collect their unemployment checks but this money goes to support the nightlife of Akron…three local bars that will cash any unemployment check…as long as you spend must of it on your favorite drink. Eddie's is one of those places, been a staple of downtown Akron for ages. Every night the boys in blue have to stop by at least three times to break up some sort of disagreement. With nothing to do during the day these men get there aggression out at night. Tonight has been a typical night at Eddie's…two arrests, a Steelers fan should never disrespect a drunk Browns fan, a few warnings, hey if a chick is going to wear a skirt that short she's bound to get her ass grabbed, and about ten autographs, because no matter what dark corner he sits in he is always recognized….
They all want to hear the stories, about the road, the matches, the women…if Eddie's is a staple of Akron then he is the face of Eddie's. He partially grew up in this bar…no he's not related to the owners, he became a local before he was even out of high school, on his 21st birthday the owners stood in shock as he handed his real ID to them and they realized they had been serving a minor for about 5 years. They would receive post cards from Japan when he was over their in All Japan Wrestling…would get tapes in the mail of their local son as he took part in matches that made there skin crawl…he would always come to visit when he was in town but as the years went by he became more and more unrecognizable. His face scared from his battles but the worse was three years ago…the CEW had closed down due to the owners and HBO long running battles, he went back over seas to Japan for work and this time when he came home his face was hidden behind a mask of scars. He went back to work, first with the NWF and then back to the CEW. He was on the verge of having it all…had just won the Slamfest Rumble, had a shot at the CEW World Title at Retribution and then it was gone…nobody knows why, there was a lot of speculation on the net to why the company closed but he returned to Akron and became another lost soul of the city…he became the city…down on his luck, unemployed, no company wanted to take a shot at him…too many unemployed wrestlers from the CEW who were more marketable and not such a loose cannon. He came back to Eddie's and sits here every night over a glass of whiskey. He's a good sport, talks to the locals about what they want to hear…his battles with Descendent, SNA, Jakob Mayhem…tells them what it felt like to toss AC's fat ass over the top rope…what it was like to be crowned King of the Death Match twice…people seem to think he's doing better than he is but they never notice that a story requires a round on the recipient.
Night after night…it never changes…you can waste a lifetime in this place….or forget about your miserable life. Closing time can become a nightly battle…the cops are always on hand to 'help' some of the locals clear out….it's like clock work…2:30am and the lights come on and the doors bust open…they stand there looking around, trying to look intimidating with their clubs in hand. Most of the crowd pours back their remaining drinks and stager towards the door….some sit defiantly on their stools…a night in a warm cell beats a night on the cold streets. They look my way and nod…they are not going to treat me like the rest, never do… I'm always the last to leave and they know I'm not going to be a problem. The crowd files out and the stools are turned over…the boys can't help but to pat me on the back as I pass…like we are back in an arena and I'm heading to the ring….
The blast of this cold February night hits me in the face like a slap from a jaded woman…. The caps are lined up ready to take people home but I just waive it off….they all think I'm off to my nice house…the house of a former World Champion….a house fit for a man who's seen the world and done countless ppv's….but perception is wrong in this case…I wasn't heading to a gated community or some nice little home…no that was just their perception of this man…Looking over his shoulder to see if anyone was falling him he pulls his coat up high around his neck…and makes a left down Elm St. There is a little pizza place, Louie's right on the corner…two doors, one leads you to the best pizza in the city…and the other to a small one bed room apartment. A single light bulb is the source of light for the narrow steps leading up to the apartment.
The keys hit the small folding table that serves as a dinner table…a flashing red light from the answering machine is giving the room its single source of light until the light switch is flipped. The answering machine quickly rewinds before playing back the three messages….
-Beep-
'Good Afternoon Mr. Stone, this is Mrs. Jones from MBNA, I'm calling because our records show you have not made a payment in sometime. Please call us back at 1-800-555-6754.'
Ha, you haven't received a payment because my CEW check kept bouncing and add that to my child support and alimony…
-Beep-
'Hello I'm calling for Derek Stone, I'm Jamie Martin from Akron General Hospital, I'm calling from billing, we are having a problem with your insurance, it seems your policy hasn't been paid in nearly a year and the MRI you received last fall isn't cover, please call me back at 1-800-555-3498 to discuses payment options.'
Add it to the list, I guess that check bounced too…a company folds and the employees are the last to know…I guess telling us we were no longer covered was too much to ask…
-Beep-
'Buzz, it's Tim, hey you need to call me back…as soon as you get this no matter the time!'
The clock reads 3:07am…to late to call him back…agent or not he'll be asleep by now…can't be to important, probably just another indie book…another old musty gym against a 'hardcore' guy….Tim McFarland is a good agent and a great friend but times are tough…his agency was once one of the best in the wrestling business…25 of the best guys in the business but now…well it was an agency of two…myself and Sledge….
Sledge was the cash cow now…locked into the DCWL…a champion these days….yeah he was the man keeping Tim afloat right now while I am on the outside looking in…down on my luck, living in this piece of shit apartment…never seeing my daughter…having to lay on this old ratty couch…no…Tim will have to wait….till…morning….
Tim McFarland: WHAT THE HELL GIVES! I TELL YOU TO CALL ME AND I HAVE TO COME FIND YOU PASSED OUT ON YOUR COUCH!
What the hell….oh, shit it's bright…what the hell is he doing here…
Buzzsaw: How the hell did you get in here?
Tim McFarland: YOU LEFT THE GOD DAMN DOOR OPEN, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE KILLED IN YOUR SLEEP?
Buzzsaw: Really, damn man must have forgot to lock up, I just laid here for a second, must have nodded off.
Tim McFarland: Well thanks for the call back last night…
Buzzsaw: Tim it was late man, I wasn't going to wake you and whatever secretary you're nailing these days up.
Tim McFarland: Well I have some big news buddy…
Buzzsaw: Listen Tim, I'm sure whatever indie company wants to book me is good but man I can't take it anymore…I need some time off man, I can't do another gym right now…
Tim McFarland: This isn't an indie book Buzz, no, this much bigger…I was with Sledge last week, got to talking with the suits of the DCWL. Seems they needed a few new faces and well I got you a shot, a DCWL contract!
The DCWL…Sledge had been there for awhile…it was under new management from the UWAC days…a contract…a salary….
Buzzsaw: What's the catch Tim?
Tim McFarland: No catch Buzz.
-Time drops an airline ticket on the couch.-
Tim McFarland: We are booked on the 1:15pm flight, Cleveland to Portland. You are going to this weeks show, go take a shower, clean yourself up…you are going to want to make a good impression.
~FIN~
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JOSHUA CURTIS
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Have you ever had a chance to start climbing the ladder in your chosen profession? How nervous were you when you were given that opportunity? More than likely pretty nervous no? That's normal...especially if its your first time staring a chance at being "someone" in your field!
For one particular young man however this is something familiar. Something that he has done before and been successful at! Something that has made him the focused and determined individual that he is today!
He...is the "Dark Angel"
And where might our beloved hero of the "Dangerous Championship Wrestling League" be only days before his big chance to become the DCWL Dangerous Champion? Why about the only place he feels he can get a clear head: Sitting in the rafters of the a local church in Baltimore, Maryland.
You may ask yourself "Why is he sitting up in the rafters of a church?" and the answer is simpler than the question makes it appear:
Its where he feels he's at home!
This is where he's been since putting his beloved student Juri through her paces as he's sat up there for days and watched as people came into the church to bare their souls to the local priest. He watched from afar as lines of people came to confess their sins to God before leaving with the weight of what felt like 1,000 people lifted off of their backs and all he could do was smile that wicked smile that has inhabited him for awhile now. Will it ever leave? Only if "He" does!
As Dark Angel grows antsy he leaps from the rafters and lands perfectly on all fours with no injury. The startled clergyman sees the young man that hides his face in his hood and only nods as Joshua turns and walks out of the church.
As Joshua walks out the door he notices that night has fallen over the city. What city you ask? That's not important. What is important is that the DCWL has presented him with a title shot that he got from beating Maurice Thompson in a 2 out of 3 falls match but whom he is to face has yet to be determined. The company has allowed their current champion Logan "Sledge" Braddock to attempt to defend his championship against a man from the "Spirit of Wrestling" Promotion named Spade. Joshua took this challenge in stride as he smiled when hearing the news. Its not something that he's used to but its something that he welcomes! As Joshua takes a slow walk down the street he looks towards us and begins to speak...
Joshua Curtis: And so it has come down to this...this match for a title that is highly coveted in a promotion that people like myself and Juri-san call home. A promotion that has helped resurrect the careers of myself and dear Juri.
Allow me to explain...
You see friends I have been a "Nomad" for the past few years. That title is not something I've been proud of and wished for it to go away and leave me. The problem became that I let my temper get the best of me and the various managements that I worked for went "We can't have this knucklehead working for us! He's bad for the locker room!"
To say that the criticism wasn't justified would be incorrect. At the time I was nothing more than a hot headed punk that didn't know any better than some snot nosed punk rookie that deserved to have his head knocked off his body! I bounced around and just kind of settled for the fact that maybe...just maybe my career was done in this business relegated to being just a manager!
Then..."it" happened!
I happened by chance stumbling upon an application for a small promotion called the DCWL and as we can see now the rest...well you know!
I wrestled "The Great Atma" in my first match in the promotion and showed a lot of people just what I could do in singles competition. Then the Ark of the Tricolypse" came and I let a team from the DCWL almost to a Trios title shot against the team called "Unique Element" but alas that wasn't meant to be! It would be found out later that one of MY students, Juri, would become a wrestler in the promotion with me and I welcome this! She's got a bit of a hot head lately but I attribute that to her drive and focus to wanting to show SPW they made the wrong decision letting her walk out of Shootfire Pro and so far I dare say she's accomplished just that! Her match against Sierra Browne will definitely be an important match for her in her career that's for sure!
Me? I first wrestled Maurice Thompson after my encounter in the "Tricolypse" tournament and narrowly beat that man. Thompson deserves all the praise he gets in this company and he deserves to be in the Grand Championship picture. As for me? I got to face someone...but I don't know who yet!
Logan Braddock is our current champion in the "Dangerous" division. That means he's one bad dude! To beat him means that one has gone and put their body through torture, pain and agony to win the title. Your body is so sore that when its all over you look at the ring and you wonder if your insides are turning up as you speak! I've left my DNA in a ring before and trust me...I only get stronger NOT weaker!
Then we have his opponent: Spade!
I can't say I know a lot about him. He's getting his seasoning in the SOW so that will tell me all I need to know. I had a friend that wrestled their briefly with me but no one has seen hide nor hair of him since. There was once speculation that he was going to manage in a promotion soon...but that's all I heard!
So Spade is going to be an interesting wild card to the proceedings. An individual that NO ONE knows about outside of the people that follows the small company in San Francisco. My main concern about him is THAT he's unknown to most of the wrestling audience. It'll be interesting to see how people take to him as he enters our world.
You see Braddock, Spade there is one thing that you must know when you face an individual such as myself in the ring: Those whom have faced me in the past NEVER leave the same man! Ask Atma and Thompson if you don't believe me! One of you will be lucky enough to walk down the ramp to enter a ring that will have me residing in it. After that...I can't promise you anything!
So here's to my opponent whomever it is. I wish you the best of luck in your title match at SOW because once you set foot in a DCWL ring you...you belong to me and my "Angels" and we would LOVE to take your soul along with that belt!
Ask yourself this question as you tuck yourselves into your beds tonight:
"Do I Believe in Angels?"
For your sake gentlemen...you better!
[Joshua continues walking down the street as the camera pans up to see a cloud covered moon and the lasting sounds of crickets as the scene fades to black...]
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