Welcome to FWrestling.com!

You've come to the longest running fantasy wrestling website. Since 1994, we've been hosting top quality fantasy wrestling and e-wrestling content.

Nick Kurtel vs. "Lost Cause" Chris O'Neill

K

KING

Guest
The Word

Fade In: Chris O'Neill, sitting with a white towel draped over his face leaning up against a chain linked fence. He rocks back and forth smashing into the fence, laughing loudier and louder and he hits the fence harder and harder until all his movements come to an abrupt stop, as you can see his eyes peer from under the towel.



O'Neill: "Nick Kurtel, I was given a lesson by JOBBER, a lesson is SADISTIC BRUTALITY! And over time it has been said that lessons should be passed down. And that exactly what I plan to do to you Nick, I plan on showing you the same SADISTIC BRUTALITY that JOBBER showed me. Not showing you any mercy, not giving you that split second to catch your breath as I stomp the deamons from the depths of your soul! People should never make the same mistake twice Nick, they should never slip up on the same thing twice! I slipped up once, and instead of preparing for WAR, I prepared to play a mental game, and its no mental game Nick, its and all out WAR in the squared circle!

I am a modern day crusader, one who is coming to fulfill the prophecy, that I was entrusted to deliver, and failure is not an option. So Nick, either you REPENT, and open yourself up to the word I plan to deliver or you accept the devistation that is forth coming! You and the the rest of this company has been warned!"


FTB
 
R

RaskalRogue

Guest
Blast from the Past

(Fade in to what looks to be a very antiquated church, complete with flying buttresses and sharp steeples, and surrounded by miles of hilly, cow-filled geography. Suddenly what looks to be some sort of Middle Age warrior runs into the serene picture, waving a broadsword in one hand and a dagger in the other. Cows scatter, but we soon find out that this man is headed instead for a demon of sorts. The two clash, and at the conclusion of this fray stands a bloody warrior next to the carnage of a skirmish. The camera begins to back away, and only now do we realize we were watching a computer screen. The camera continues to zoom out until the figure of a man can be seen sitting at this computer. Beside him lies the opened box of the Diablo II computer game. Turning around, the now older and not so familar face of this man can be seen. His golden-brown hair falls ever-so neatly across his forehead, and his eyes reveal the glimmer of a smile hidden from his lips. A quick glance at his unbuttoned Polo shirt, and the rebuttoning begins. As does his speech.)

Nick: Hello, again to those I know. To those I don't, you'll know me soon enough. It's been quite awhile since I've stretched my wrestling legs, if you will. But the reasons for that are personal and thus will be, for the time, left unsaid. Now here's something funny, though. My debut match here in GLCW, and I'm pitted against the psycho of the bunch. How, interesting.

Chris, I don't really know how exactly to explain some things to you. It seems Jobber tried, but it didn't really work, and you ended up 1, 2, 3 on the mat. But that's ok for you. You're of the "if at first you don't succeed, beat the sh*t out of the next guy until you do" kind, it seems. I don't know, maybe it was never made clear to you that lightning can't strike the same place twice, because the same place isn't there anymore. If you try to strike me, to do to me what Jobber succeeded in doing to you, you will be quite surprised at the outcome.

(He glimpses at the computer screen, then snickers to the camera.)

Ya see, this isn't a crusade, Chris. This isn't some game where you must beat the demons out of people. But thanks for letting me know that I have demons in my soul. Chris, let me remind you of what a crusade is. It is a fight for a religious purpose. And sadly, it seems to me that your idea of this modern-day crusade is to, what was it? Pass down a prophecy? You seem to be a bit confused on this. If you're trying to deliver a word to me, to pass down a lesson like the kind of lesson Jobber delivered to you, then this prophecy, this word, this lesson is sadistic brutality. How nice of you, great crusader.

Ah, but the irony of it all. The ever-popular jabbing of "lost cause" comes around again. Let us remember the true crusades. Jerusalem must logically be in the hands of the Christians now... Jerusalem, to this day, remains in the hands of the Jewish. The crusades were 150 years of men like you, so confident that they would win, passing down the word that their sons could not lose. You say failure is not an option, maybe you should brush up on your history skills. But, if you are so intent on this, keep in mind this is not all-out war. It is a mere skirmish. The demons in my soul will thank you to remember that.

You said you don't want to make the same mistake twice... You said this is no mental game... Perhaps one day you will understand, Chris. Until that day you will make mistakes just like everyone else. Until that day you will see that much of what you say now is far from not being a mental game. But I know when a game is being played. Chris, I don't fear you. I don't fear much, anymore. No matter how hard you smash your head into fences, watch the great ocean ebb and flow, or meditate around aroma-therapy candles, no one will fear you, or your beliefs.

(As Nick turns back toward the game, we see once again the endless hills of bovinity. The little weapon-bedecked warrior traipses across these hills, always searching for a fight. He turns to face his newest foes, a number of lightning-throwing skeletons, and attack. Yet sadly, to the viewer's disappointment, our little hero fails in his attempts. Nick shakes his head sadly as the camera backs away.)
Fade out
 
K

KING

Guest
By the Rules, Sure Go Ahead.

Fadein: "Lost Cause" Chris O'Neill sitting in a prodution truck watching his last promo that has since been edited by the editing
department. He lowers his head into his hands,and shakes his head in disgust. He takes off his Yankee hat, and scratches his head, and rolls his eyes. He stands up, and ejects the taped from the vcr, and grabs it, as he pushes the chair out from behind him, and rushes down the stairs, of the truck out to the parking lot. The camera catches up with him as he is walking towards his truck.




O'Neill:"REPENT, THE PROPHACY, you have to be kidding me! Now I realize that this is wrestling and somewhere, someplace, somebody calls the shots, but before I become some kinda cult leader, with a pack of underachievers following me, I am putting my foot down! And if you guys in the creative part of this company wanna have someone give me a pink slip go ahead, cause somewhere I am wanted, somewhere this rebel fits in! Cause when I was growing up I lived and still live by the moto, RULES WERE MENT TO BE BROKEN! And thats only if I think about following them. I am no prophet, and I am damn sure no preacher! I never went to church in my life cause it was to early to get up on a Sunday morning! I never did the stuff young kids do, never played sports, never rode a bike, never played video games! So I guess you can say I am a litte out there, a little off the wall, a little nuts! Or maybe I was a little deprived, well whatever the case, I know many years ago, right as I found out I was not graduating high school, as I sat with the principal, she told me "Christopher O'Neill, don't bother with summer school, and don't bother repeating your senior year...cause your just a LOST CAUSE!" Thats right I am a LOST CAUSE, a good for nothing punk with ten differnt colors in my hair, atleast ten piercings, and god knows how many tattoos, but does that make me a bad person? I dont think so, that makes me a person, a demented person, but still a person! Nick, just remember video games are for little boys, and little boys make weak men. And weak men, make great victims! Cause all your life Nick, you played by the rules, followed the instrucions, and now, you pay the price for the mistakes you made!

(O'Neill comes to his beat up, red pick-up truck. He puts the tape of his last promo under the front tire. He then climbs in to the driver side, and startes the truck up.)


O'Neill:When I run over this tape, when you hear the crunching, it marks the end of the PROPHACY, and the begining of what will be the craziest era in wrestling to date, and era lined with destruction, chaos, and anti-establishment! Nick, your first, in a long line, that will face the most dangerous man in this company, with nothing to live for and caring about nothing! I am SICK to the CORE!!!!


(FTB, As the truck screeches away leaving the tape in a pile of destrution.)
 
R

RaskalRogue

Guest
New AND Improved Era!

(Fade in to the scene of O'Neill's last promo, and sad excuse for a point-making. The broken tape lies crumpled on the asphalt, the wind scattering pieces of plastic to the edge of the lot. As the camera pans around, we see Nick, facing away from the camera. His hands pass easily into his cargo shorts, and we see the makings of an enormous sigh as air enters his t-shirt clad torso. After a grand pause, Nick turns around to face the music.)

Nick: My God, Chris... Has your life taught you NOTHING? Am I that hard to comprehend? Let's get a few things straight here. Not once did I say you were a prophet. Now, sure you may be off your rocker, trying to confuse the sh*t out of people, but that does nothing for you in the ring. I'm not here to listen to you complain about how pathetic your life was until you found wrestling, which magically completed you. I'm not here to listen to you tell me anarchist bullsh*t... You say you don't want to become some sort of cult leader, yet at the same time you *preach* breaking rules. Oh, the irony of it all!

(He looks down at the tape, slowly being eroded away by nature's forces.)

How sad, that one destroys one's own work. And what point were we trying to make again? Ah yes, that you're crazy. These pieces, Chris, are only more pieces of yourself slowly being chipped away. Pieces that will only be further lost with your hypocrisy and demention. You said the end of the tape was the end of the prophecy... how nice that I don't have to look forward to your sadistic brutality. But instead, you bring destruction, chaos, and anti-establishment. Ya know, maybe it's just me, but contradicting yourself isn't exactly the best way to get a message across. Somewhere, someone wants you, because you're a rebel... you don't care if you get the pink slip, because you care about nothing and no one. It's no holds barred, you've got nothing to lose... but then again, you've got nothing to live for. Can you make an intelligent thought? Now, I could stand here all day and deride you, but it's not worth it. I could stand here and explain that first of all it was a computer game and not a video game, and second I was making a point, but you wouldn't get it.

(He pulls something out of his pocket, but the camera doesn't catch it.

Sure, my life was different from yours growing up. Everyone has their places that they draw from for anger, for power, for stamina. But don't presume to tell me that I've always played by the rules. But, regardless of whether I used protection or not, whether I cheated on exams or not, little boys don't make weak men. Men who hide behind their past and their supposed dementia are the real weak ones, the real cowards. But not once have you stopped to realize this flaw you have. It's a mistake. No, instead you blame your losses and the fact that you amounted to little in life on what? Ah, yes, being a lost cause again. Didn't anyone ever tell you that if at first you don't succeed, try again? I won't repeat myself. No, Chris, I don't think you're a bad person. But hiding behind multi-colored hair, piercings, and tattoos won't get you far in life. Trying to confuse the crap out of your opponents won't get you far in the wrestling world. You go on being sick to the core, go on running over your tapes, see how far you really get. You can go over the edge with your personality all you want, but when it's all said and done, when you stop saying you don't give a sh*t and realize you've got nowhere to go, the rules will still loom above. Just remember to politely dispose of that pink slip as you walk out the door...

(Nick turns and stares down at the tape. He shakes his head in disgust, and only now do we see what was in his callused hands. He drops a worn Yankee cap to the ground beside the tape, and walks away.)
Fade out
 
K

KING

Guest
Very Simple.....

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Aug-12-02 AT 04:51 PM (EDT)]Fadein: "Lost Cause" Chris O'Neill, leaning over his rain warped deck looking out into a yark covered with garbage, hunting decoys, and a broken down old swingset. The grass is sun burnt yellow, and there are dead leaves lining the ground from last fall. O'Neill, turns away from the yard, and hopes up on the decks railing, he is drinking a Bud, and just wearing blue jeans and his Yankee hat.


O'Neill: Nick....Nick....Nick....Your trying to really, really paint me in a bad light are'nt ya Nick. Trying to take and mince my words so I sound like a fool! Well Nick, I dont need your help, as you can tell I am doing a great job of it by myself from your accounts! See thats what I was trying to explain to ya Nick those first two promos were not Chris O'Neill, those promos were the GLCW "creative team"! So those words, those ideas, and those thoughts were not mine you clown! Whats so hard to figure out! Or is that the game Nick, your playin stupid, cause thats what they told you to do! Cause your just there puppet, and you think that if you let them shove there hand further up your a**, you will go further his in this company! Am I close Nick, have I cracked the code? Because you see Nick, I noticed your attempt to play HEAD DOCTOR, your attempt to crack me, and see what makes me tick, trying to tell me why my hair looks the way it does, why I have so many holes in my body, and so much ink all over me! Cause I am hiding something right , cause I am covering something up right Nick! No thats where your wrong, I did'nt mutilate my body to be different, to attract attention. I did it because I wanted to, not because it was the cool thing to do! So please, dont play stupid, and go along with society as to the reasons FREEKS get tattoos and piercings! Big a bigger person Nick, look past them! Nah never mind I forgot, you play by the rules, you fall right into place with the rest of the white bread, middle class, suburb living drones, that socity creates, and continues to pump out! Now that I have completely me made myself sick thinking about you sitting there taking a cue from some gaffer as to what say, remember Nick...If you fail, to succeed you should take another shot! Thats what you said right Nick? This is the second shot, but this time I AM SICK TO THE CORE, and READY FOR WAR!

V/O:THE SICKNESS IS RISING!

FTB: As the camera drops, and a steady flow of beer hits the deck, until just the foam fall, and blows away in the breeze.
 
R

RaskalRogue

Guest
So why's it so complicated?

(Fade in outside Kohl Arena, Madison. Nick is sitting on a conveniently-placed bench amidst a small cluster of trees. Being clad in a black Nautica jacket and khaki slacks, he easily shows us the temperature of this mid-western town. He turns to the camera and starts to speak.)

Nick: I'm trying to paint YOU in a bad light? Now why would I EVER do a thing like that, dear Chris? Listen, I don't need to do squat to make you sound like a fool, you do it far too well on your own. You say your first two promos were not you? They were the creative team. Oh, I see. Look, maybe where you come from, making excuses about your lack of coherence gets you as far as the 12th grade, but not here. Not with me. I suppose those "other Chris's" were the creative team in your head. Schizo...God...

But now I'm the clown, I'm the puppet, I'm the sheep following middle class society. (scoffs) I won't even grace that with a comment, because you just aren't worth my time anymore, Chris. You think telling me I'm being told what to say insults me? You think by insulting me I will somehow bow down to you and be too "sick" to win your war? I doubt it. No, I'm not trying to tell you why you look the way you do. I could care less what you look like inside and out. Though, I do find it a bit disconcerting that all you could care to comment on from my promo was the one sentence where I mentioned your physical appearance. Eh, what're you gonna do, though?

(As he pauses, but what to our wondering eyes should appear, but a clown carrying a myriad of helium balloon colors.)

Maybe it's the beer, maybe you hit your head one too many times on that fence, I don't know. But I'm not playing stupid, I don't need to. You've got that covered, as well. I'm just here listening to all this crap you throw at me, you throw at other opponents, and I'm shaking my head. But you don't need my help, and I'm not gonna give it to you anymore.

I'll see you in the ring, Chris... You want a war? You want sickness so bad the suburb-living middle class can feel it as they eat their white bread? FINE. But when I'm done with you, you'll be HAPPY you got a glimpse of pain when you got your pinpricks and your ink stains. Ah, but I digress. Chris, I have nothing more to say to you. Or whoever you're pretending to be this time...

(Nick stands up and walks over to the floating latex jewels, held captive by the funny man. He turns back once, cracks his many-times-popular smile to the camera as he points at the clown, then stops beside the man.)

Fade out
 
K

KING

Guest
Don't make it complicated.....

Fadein: Chris O'Neill is standing in front of the GLCW banner back drop. He is dressed in blue jeans, backwards Yankee hat, and the "NEW" GLCW, "WE WRESTLE" t-shirt. He rolls his neck, and rubs his hands toghther, then he stops, crosses his arms and stares at the camera.




O'Neill:The mind games Nick, are done! You try to make me feel small, stupid, and almost worthless! But thats ok, I just might be all those things, I am not very smart, never have been! I am not good with words, I am much better with actions! And that exactly what I plan on making my point with, my actions! Nick, I am not doubting the toughness, or the heart you have , but I have a hard time finding that edge, you Nick lack the edge! You just a small fish in a huge ocean, filled with great whites, who smell fear! And I smell your fear Nick, your afraid of the unknown, and to you, I am the unknown! You have tried to put the pieces of the puzzle toghther, with no luck! And I don't suggest you contiue trying to match up the border in hope of putting the puzzle toghther, cause your doomed to fail! Cause I am the craziest, most out of control person ever to be signed, by a major company! But most of all I am SICK, I am SICK TO THE CORE! Now I can see you know Nick, with a pen and paper, writing down "SICK TO THE CORE", and trying to analyze it! WELL DON'T, YOU CLOWN! Stop trying to figure me, stop trying to understand me. Just remember it's showtime, sooner then you think. Its put up or shut up for me, or going back to the drawing board for the creative team for you! Either way, your going home HURT!

FTB:As O'Neill exits left.
 

About FWrestling

FWrestling.com was founded in 1994 to promote a community of fantasy wrestling fans and leagues. Since then, we've hosted dozens of leagues and special events, and thousands of users. Come join and prove you're "Even Better Than The Real Thing."

Add Your League

If you want to help grow the community of fantasy wrestling creators, consider hosting your league here on FW. You gain access to message boards, Discord, your own web space and the ability to post pages here on FW. To discuss, message "Chad" here on FW Central.

What Is FW?

Take a look at some old articles that are still relevant regarding what fantasy wrestling is and where it came from.
  • Link: "What is FW?"
  • Top