Rocko Daymon vs Evol

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Post any promos for the above match below...

Promos are due by Saturday Oct 2, 2004 at 12:00 noon EST. All in-card promos or strats should be sent to euwc_office@yahoo.com

 

[Apocalypse]

(Evol is resting on a bench in the park. A large rainstorm ended hours ago, leaving behind puddles and a cool breeze behind in its wake. He has a bottle of water next to him. Quickly, he grabs it and takes a fast gulp. His cellphone rings. He picks it up and answers.

(Phone talk)

Evol: A win against AOD is a win. Can't argue with that. But it was tainted.

(Phone talk)

Evol: I know, I know. You don't have to tell me.

(Phone talk)

Evol: Who? I don't know who it is. Some new guy they are putting me in the ring with. Rocko Daymon, I think it was.

(Phone talk)

Evol: All I know is if this is his first match in the EUWC then I will teach him what he is up aainst. I went through the same crap as any starter did. If Rocko can't handle me then he should leave before Mainframe.

(Phone talk)

Evol: What about him? That big oaf has been running his mouth off for weeks now. To get the World Title and lose it to Danny Collions of all people?! How sad is that. And Collins couldn't even do it himself. Paul Doom had to help him with a little bit of outisde interference.

(Phone talk)

Evol: Oh, I will be doing plenty about him. He should know me well enough by now. Play with fire and he'll get burned.

(Phone talk)

Evol: Really? That would be fantastic. See you in a week or so.

(Evol hangs up the phone. Scene ends.)

 

[RStrawsma]

"New guy?"

SCENE BEGINS

(Fade from black into a traditional locker room, dimly lit under stylish lighting. We get a focused shot on a set of gym bags and other forms of various luggages neatly placed at the end of the bench, still bearing the air baggage tags from the airport in Tokyo. We pan up to get a shot of the form of a man in jeans and a black t-shirt standing before a wall of various belts. He holds up his arms and sets a fresh gold title on a set of pins with the other straps.)

Rocko Daymon
That’s another for the record books…

(Rocko Daymon turns to the camera, exposing himself to American viewers for the first time in half a year. A fresh cut can be seen on his right cheek—a wound likely sustained overseas.)

Rocko Daymon
If you claim you know me, then you would have seen this coming.

Alas… here I stand yet again. Six long years of struggling, and I still haven’t given up on my dreams. I suppose somewhere out there, my buddies from SCW and GWE are laughing it up over a six-pack of cold ones, unbelieving that I have yet again broken my promise to the people and come out of “retirement”.

But really, I never retired. Following my departure from American wrestling, I went to Japan to wrestle alongside my brother-in-law. I just finished a six month tour, and I feel great. I’m ready to return to the rings of the fatherland, as a stronger, wiser professional wrestler.

Yesterday, I stepped off the plane, seeing my wife and son for the first time in many months. But I can’t relax now, because I returned to fight… and I’ve already come to my new stomping grounds.

(A confident grin comes to his face as he warms up to the camera.)

Rocko Daymon
About a week ago, while I was in Osaka, I had a long-distance phone conversation with Keith Jackson. Ultimately, I signed the contract and came into EUWC, hoping to reclaim a bit of my lost glory. I want to accomplish as much as I can before I hit the age of 30.

Upon glancing at the EUWC roster sheet, there are few names I’m familiar with… but I won’t let that deter me. This federation has a new flavor of professional wrestler in its midst. Rather than having to struggle to stand among the finest of this federation, I’d be proud if I could surprise everybody and turn the tables, making it so that the best of the best EUWC has to offer will be fighting amongst themselves to come to MY level.

So, the first man who has the honor to go head to head against yours truly in his return to American wrestling match is one… who calls himself Thomas “Evol” Malcolm.

(Daymon steps forward to an open bag on the bench, removing a sheet of paper he printed off earlier that day with the bare essentials of Evol—the stats, the bio, etc.)

Rocko Daymon
It’s not every day you see a college graduate within the ranks of wrestlers. I myself am a high school drop-out, because… let’s just say when you piss off the mob, you have to sacrifice certain things. But either way, considering a man of his level of intelligence opted to become a wrestler instead of taking an easy job, like sitting on his ass and talking to any random head-case lying on a couch. I admire that sort of commitment to the industry, and it really says a lot to me on the kind of man Evol is.

On the other hand, there’s this tidbit about intentionally injuring another man… a move that got him expelled from Princeton (not like he had anything more to do there with a Master’s and Bachelor’s riding under his belt). Could I be sensing an anger problem brewing? Or perhaps it has something to do with his “survival of the fittest” theory?

(Daymon shrugs.)

Rocko Daymon
I could develop my own theories and delve into it, but doing something like that is just a move without any tact or respect. I have my own historical blunders, and I’d hate for someone else to focus on them for an entire promo. So why don’t I cut to the chase and—

(A ringing is heard; his cell phone. He quickly finds it concealed within the bag and answers it.)

Rocko Daymon
Hello?

…oh, hi honey. Hey, I hate to cut you off like this, but I’m kind of in the middle of shooting something right now, and I don’t want to be rude by holding another conversation halfway through the deal…

…okay then, I’ll see you later. Bye.

(He hangs up, and looks directly into the camera.)

Rocko Daymon
Now, Evol… rather than talk about you with another person, I’m going to talk directly to you. I want to do this so you know that I’m taking you seriously…

I’m not a foolish man. I’m not the kind of guy who says to himself, “Evol? Never heard of him. I’m not going to worry about him, but I’ll bust his ass when the time comes.” I don’t work under that sort of mentality, as others make a habit of doing. Rather, I’m going to say a little about myself…

I have six years of experience, with numerous titles won through numerous federations riding on my back. I have won great matches, and lost those of equal magnitude. I know what it’s like to be on top of a federation, and I’ve scraped my belly on the bottom of the barrel at least more than once. Just because I’m again at the bottom of the ladder ready for my first week back in American wrestling, doesn’t mean those six years of pain and triumph have left me.

I get the feeling, Evol, that you see me as nothing more than another “new guy” whom you were casually booked against. You say you’ll teach me what I’m up against… but I don’t think you know what you’re up against! Perhaps the fact that a simple “up-and-comer” like myself was quickly paired with an experienced EUWC player who’s been on a streak lately would be a good indicator of how challenging this “new guy” may be.

Trust me, Evol… I can handle you. I’ve seen your type plenty of times through the several federations I’ve been in and out of. The question is whether or not you’re ready to handle me! Based on your phone conversation, Evol, it seems like you’re more concerned with names like Doom, AOD, and Collins. Forget those guys for the week, because I’m all you should be concerned about… before, during, and after this match.

(Rocko turns and comes to the wall of belts yet again.)

Rocko Daymon
Don’t worry about whether or not I can stand among the rest of EUWC. You yourself go by a mentality of “survival of the fittest”.

After six years, I’m still standing. I’ve survived all this time, and I’m still coming back for more. That ought to tell you something, Evol.

For your sake, I hope you listen…

(Daymon steps out of the frame, and we fade to black.)

SCENE ENDS

 

[Apocalypse]

(Evol is standing in a house of mirrors in a Funhouse. Each mirror shows off a different reflection, one is tall and skinny, one is short and fat, others turn the reflection into something inhuman altogether. Camera focuses on Evol clapping his hands together with a smile on his face.)

Evol: I applaud you, Daymon. You've been around for six whole years and yet you still stand up tall and ready to take on any challenges set in front of you. Good for you. Holding numerous belts in numerous federations. I only wish that I could be so accomplished. At the very least I appalud you for not having that " I'm the new guy and I will kick your ass" mentality. That has brought down many a wrestler before. So you are not that dumb. Which brings me to my point.

Evol: Why am I here in a house of mirrors? Simple, it's all about perception. You look at your opponent a for the first time and you don't know what to think. You can watch countless videos and talk to countless people to find out more about them. What can you learn from all that? You learn how the person moves, thinks, acts and you learn how to counter them at every turn. No surprises, am I right?

Evol: I see you and all I see is someone just entering the EUWC. I know nothing about you, about who you are and how you wrestle. All I see is a new opponent set before me. How can you possibly prepare for something like that? I can't research you because I have never heard of you. The same goes for you. You can't gauge my skill simply by us exchanging words no more than I can you. The most we can do is infalte our own egos to each other in an effort to intimidate the other. From the sound of it, you know all the tricks in the book. Base tricks won't work on you. Oh no, not that. I can't pull the wool over your eyes and hide anything from you.

Evol: So I will, just as you, talk straight to you. No beating around the bush for us. We both know what we want and that is to win. No drama, no title, just the opportunity to beat the other guy in the ring.

Evol: But, we all have some tricks that no one has ever seen before. Magic if you will. I will in fact pull the wool over the eyes with a simple trick.

(The camera pans over to the right to show Evol standing there arms crossed.)

Evol: Perception. Am I here or am I not?

(The camera pans farther to the right and sees nothing. It pans back to the left to where Evol just stood. Nothing. A laugh is heard in the background as the scene fades to black.)

 

[RStrawsma]

SCENE BEGINS

(From black nothing, we fade into a placid shot of a gymnasium, decorated with various items of work-out equipment and bearing a standard-sized wrestling ring as the centerpiece of the scene. We zoom in on the form of Rocko Daymon, sitting at the end of a bench at ringside. He is clad in black attire: a midnight sleeveless hoodie with charcoal-colored training pants and tennis shoes. He sits, in the process of fastening a pair of raven fingerless gloves over his hardened fists. Then he looks up, and smiles.)

Rocko Daymon
Anybody watch the Presidential Debate last night?

(Pauses a moment, as if expecting an answer. He finishes with the strap on his left glove and switches to the right.)

Rocko Daymon
I must really say, as an independent voter, I couldn’t help but tune in to hear what either man had to say. I thought it went over quite solidly, with both men making their differences and agreements clear and precise. Honestly, I’m still undecided.

I don’t think much of either man, but Bush and Kerry at least have enough know-how to stand strong against their respective opponent. That’s what you get when you match two equally powerful opponents.

As I drifted off to sleep last night, I began to compare it to the exchange of promos between a pair of wrestlers anticipating a match… particularly my own match against Evol. Unfortunately, I did not see that same equality as I did between Bush and Kerry. I saw a man of certainty, experience, and determination… and another who simply opened his mouth for the sake of bringing words to the table.

(Finishes with the right, and comes to his feet. He throws a series of quick jabs into the air like a boxer or fist-fighter.)

Rocko Daymon
Evol came out and said that the two of us have an equal advantage going into this match, that being neither of us knows anything about the other. “Perception”, he calls it—what we see in the other. But this statement of equality is false, and I’m almost inclined to believe that Evol skipped over much of my last promo.

Bad, bad Evol… you know better than to ignore a man of whom you know nothing.

Evol stated that he knows nothing about me. There aren’t any tapes he can watch for reference, and there aren’t any people who know me personally whom he may ask. Then he says the same is of me, but I think he’s a bit mistaken. You see, Evol, you are an established man in this federation, and there are annals of your work on video cassette that I may consult. Additionally, I’m willing to believe there are SEVERAL people out there who can tell me a thing or two about you—notably those names you mentioned in your first promo… Angel of Death, Danny Collins, and the like.

Still think we have the same opportunities, Evol? I have plenty of resources available to study you, and to get into your mindset—and believe me, I have been doing much of that in the past week. You, however, are left with nothing, leaving your knowledge of my skill and capabilities to what I say on the air.

Furthermore, I believe I said in my last promo, “I’ve seen your type before, and it’s nothing new to me.” That statement is of itself; the kind of person from what I’ve seen thus far is not unknown, and therefore I will be more prepared. Six years experience goes a long way—and while you say I’m an “accomplished” man, I would beg to differ. Six years and a few titles is not enough; it’s only scratching the surface.

(Daymon crosses over to the other end of the bench, making circular motions with his arms to loosen his shoulders.)

Rocko Daymon
As I said before, Evol… I don’t think you’re ready for me. You’re saying you don’t know much about me, which is obvious… but you’re not telling me anything new. I’m not going into this match the same way as you; I have seen and heard enough from you to know what it is I’m up against. I’m going to step into that ring, fight my damnedest, and prevail.

If you still hold an interest in stating the obvious, then by all means, continue. But keep in mind, Evol, that we are in no way stepping into this match on equal terms. The ball is in my court, and I’m itching to score.

(Rocko steps up to a well-sized punching bag and begins laying into it. The sound of his blows landing ring loud in the cavernous room. Even as we fade to black, they still pound the audio feed with powerful tenacity.)

SCENE ENDS

 

[Apocalypse]

(Evol is sitting down in the EUWC backstage area, getting ready to cut a promo for his match against Rocko Daymon this coming Mainframe. He is sitting in a director-type chair. An assistant passes him a mike. But seconds after, another assistant runs up to him and passes him a small, folded up sheet of paper. Evol opens up the sheet, his eyes widen with shock. He crumples the paper up and runs away fast, dropping his mike and shoving people away left and right. He busts through the back door and hops into his car and speeds off.)