[SUPERIORITY] Team Danger vs The Moundfields

[MattPickstock]

Post any promos for the above match below.... All roleplays, strategies, etc... are due by Saturday at 12:00 noon E.S.T. Any in-card roleplays or strats MUST be sent to euwc_office@yahoo.com

 

[Greer_of_TD]

[Welcome to that oh-so-wet slow fade, baby. This is how we do it, it's how we've always done it. Team Danger giving that underground, old-school love. Cue it.]

[Slow fade up.]

"Is this all there is?"

[We find Stephen Greer, hero of all heroes, sitting at a bus stop. It's pitch black, which for you not-so-bright type means "night time". Greer sits beneath a flickering streetlight, a bottle in his hand. Sirens can be heard in the distance and gunfire in the immediate.]

Greer: Is there ever going to be a time where this interests me more than casually? Will I ever find the time to devote myself completely, whole-heartedly and passionately? Will any of you out there ever bring out the demons again?

[He downs a huge swig from what we now see is a fifth of Southern Comfort. He wipes away the residue left behind with the sleeve of his black "TapouT" hoodie.]

Greer: Doubtful.

[Enter Kelly Evans. Her attire turns no heads in this part of town, but for most, "prostitute" would be the guess. Short black miniskirt, fishnet stockings, black stiletto heels and a black leather boustier and the package is complete. She takes her place next to her partner and opens her Dolce & Gabana handbag, something that DOES make her stand out amongst the "working girls".]

Evans: Are we still drinking and pontificating?

[Greer downs more of the fiery liquid into his gullet as Evans removes her cigarettes from her bag, lights one and takes a long slow drag, releasing the smoke from her crimson-coated lips as she nestles into Greer's ribcage.]

Greer: I want a challenge, Kelly. I want someone to inspire me. I'm not trying to be smug either, I'm dead serious. The best anyone has done lately is trying to set us on fire. Damian Dante Stone? What the **** is that about? Is doing to us something we did to others YEARS ago going to shake us? Never. Be innovative, be original, don't use our own material against us.

[The drinks continue as Evans adjusts herself on the bench, now sitting with her legs wide open.]

Greer: Texas Lightning tried to shoot on us in some little promo about how great he is. TL, prove to me ONCE that you are better and you can continue cutting those decade old, dead Texas wrestling promos. Your best days are behind you because they never existed. Accept this and move on.

[A car pulls up off-screen and Evans leaves the bench to approach, Greer continues.]

Greer: I guess the point I'm trying to make is that if you want my best game, you're going to have to give me a reason to bring it. If you want to see what I can do, line up some worthy opponents. Bring in some quality opposition. Classy Mike C, I don't care what happens with you. I'm looking beyond you. You might get lucky and score that pinfall, but I'll still have my title match at "Superiority" and I'll still walk out with the belt. And since I've done my quota and mentioned your pitiful existence, I can move on to the important matches.

[Evans returns to the bench, clutching a switchblade in her hand, wiping it on her skirt in a back and forth motion before sitting down once more. She begins to spin the knife in her fist.]

Greer: "Superiority." How appropriate. Team Danger proved at Blood Bath that we are the hands-down greatest competitors the EUWC has ever seen. Our first match in this place and we DESTROY every tag team on the roster and take the belts. Less than an hour later, we dominate the Blood Bath match and I walk out the victor, a guaranteed World Title Shot in my grasp.

And then I waited. And waited. And waited. And then finally, Team Danger defends the belts... and we murder Texas Lightning. Now it's time to do it all again. A big Pay-Per-View and Team Danger gets paid. The EUWC thinks they'll cripple us by putting us in two matches each, but I might ask you, did that work at Blood Bath? No, of course it didn't. Why must we prove you wrong again?

Is having us kill the Moundfields again going to prove anything aside from how weak your Tag Team division is? And speaking of which, why THEM of all the teams? Is it because they're aligning themselves with Classy Mike C to form some new group?

[Evans pokes at her breast with the knife, chiming in.]

Evans: I thought you already talked about that loser.

Greer: I did indeed, but thoughts circled and found him again in the company of two men that we crippled not once, but twice. Do you really want to walk this path again, guys? Do you want us to end you as we did Nero and Big G? Please reconsider coming to the ring boys, we might have to make you even more brain damaged than last time.

[Evans has moved the knife to her inner thigh. Pushing harder and harder until the incision is made. Her head rocks back and then forward as she plunges the tip of the blade deeper.]

Greer: And then we move onto Sean Taylor. You've got the belt, I want it. Plain and simple, no frills, no bull****. Come Sunday July tenth we will do it easy... or we'll do it REAL easy. One way or another, I'm leaving with the belt. Enough.

[Greer reaches over and removes the knife from Evans' hand and sticks it into the bench. The blood runs down her thigh as Greer pours the liquor on the wound. Evans arches back and then springs up, seeing headlights approach.]

Greer: World Champion... once again.

[A Ford Econoline van pulls up to the bus stop and rolls the passenger window down. The voice of what seems to be a black male comes from within.]

"You ****ers getting in or what?"

[And it's Tyrone Walker, of course. Greer stands up and opens the door, letting Evans climb in as he follows.]

Walker: It's three in the damn morning. What the hell are you doing out here anyway?

[Greer throws the bottle out the window and looks to his partner.]

Greer: Just thinking man, just thinking.

Walker: Well, think at home next time... and during the day... not when I'm sleeping.

[Walker's laugh causes Greer to chuckle as the van pulls away.]

[Wait for it.]

[Wait for it.]

[Slow fade.]

 

[Greer_of_TD]

[Welcome to the darkside once again. It's necessary that we do this because it seems as though people are overstepping their bounds. It's time to put those egos back in check, kiddies. It's time to give you all the big "f uck you" going into Superiority II. Welcome back to reality.]

[You love the slow fade. You envy the slow fade. You wish you could master the slow fade like we have. But just to show you how it's done the right way, here we go.]

[Slow fade.]

[On the road again, Part one of one. Outside of Philadelphia, a banged up, blue Ford F-150 pickup truck whips into a truck stop, clipping several cars and a gas pump before coming to a screeching hault. Several truckers scatter into the lot to ensure their "rigs" are intact. They turn their attention to the truck that sits idle when suddenly a figure pops up out of the bed of the truck. Grumbling can be heard from the crowd.]

"What in the hell is that?"

"**** it, rush 'im."

[The truckers start forward when the sun catches a quick glimmer from the blade of a surgical scalpel. The figure turns and that same sun glares off of the mirrored sunglasses hiding the eyes just below his surgical cap, a surgical mask covering the remainder of the face. The man jumps to his feet, revealing his standard issue operating scrubs covered by a blood-soaked apron. The man steps forward and dives over the tailgate, landing in front of the truckers. He raises his scalpel once more into their faces as they flee.]

"Get the hell away from this psycho!"

[Several semi-trucks kick it into high gear as the driver's side door of the truck flies open, crashing into the gas pump. The driver? The lovable "King of Pain" himself, Stephen Greer. He approaches the gas pump and removes the nozzle, prepping for a fill.]

Greer: Hey now, quit scaring the locals. I mean, sure, this isn't exactly my favorite place either, but no need to get the cops involved... again.

[The "surgeon" turns to Greer and shrugs.]

Greer: Yeah yeah, I know, you were innocent, but they still came, didn't they? We don't need to go through that again.

[As Greer continues to fill up the tank, his "surgeon" companion surveys the area and begins to explore, turning his attention mostly to the roadside.]

Greer: I can't believe I'm going through this again. I am the EUWC World Heavyweight Champion. It's already said and done. The only thing between me and MY belt is Sean Taylor. He tried to put one over on me at Main Frame and still, I took out "Classy" Mike C. No problems.

[Screeching tires and carhorns are heard in the distance, but pay no mind.]

Greer: Now, two days away from destiny and all I have to do is drive around Philadelphia until Ty and Kelly get here. Sure, the Doc over there is fun, but seriously, not exactly the best training partner or a big talker. But of course, the time for talking is over. The Moundfields are silent, as they should be. No words are ever needed from them as the only sound that suits them is the gurgling of blood as their bodies desperately try to keep their lungs from filling.

[A loud crash is heard from the interstate followed by a consistent car horn blaring through the open air.]

Greer: Oh, **** me.

[Greer slams the nozzle back into the pump and runs toward the interstate. There, we find the deranged "Doctor" standing in the middle of the four lane highway, leaning into the window of a crashed Tempo. The airbags are deployed as a result of the high-speed impact with the back of a minivan. Greer reaches the accident and is going ballistic.]

Greer: What the hell are you doing, Doc? You're always fun and games and this is always what happens! We need to get out of here!

[Silence. Save for that car horn, of course.]

Greer: I know you're a doctor, man, but that doesn't matter. No, I'm not discrediting your credentials, but you're already covered in blood and I don't think that'll look good.

[The "doctor" tilts his head towards Greer.]

Greer: Yeah? It COULD be from this crash but what if they do DNA? They'll know all about the hooke... no, I'm not trying to bust you. Whatever! Let's just get the hell out of here so we can relax before the matches!

[The "doctor" shrugs his shoulders, throws his hands up and then violently pulls the driver of the Tempo out of the car through the shattered driver's side window. Dragging her body across the broken glass, the "doctor" begins removing the clothing of the young woman with his scalpel. Greer runs back toward the truck and starts the engine. A crowd begins to gather outside the truckstop as many immediately dial for assistance with their cell phones.]

Greer: Doc, let's go! Now!

[The "doctor" lifts his head off of the chest of the injured young woman and rises to his feet. He slowly and methodically returns to the truck and lies down in the bed of the pickup. Several bystanders rush to the vehicle screaming.]

"Hey! Where are you going?! You're a doctor! Help these people!"

[The "doctor" sits straight up and shoots his head in their direction, quickly giving them the finger. Literally. Tossing a single dismembered finger toward the horrified crowd as Greer drives his foot nearly through the gas pedal as the truck flies back onto the interstate, the distant sounds of sirens on the horizon. Greer turns the radio down and mumbles to himself.]

Greer: Two days, one World Title. My belt. My belt.

[Fade.]

[Bright lights. Big City.]

[We return to the pickup truck flying down the interstate, somewhere near the New Jersey state line. Night has fallen as Greer pulls over to the side of the road. Finally sensing the ordeal is over, he opens the back window causing the "doctor" to immediately shoot up and turn towards the driver.]

Greer: Oh, Dr. Crime, what am I going to do with you?

[Silence.]

Greer: No, we can't go out for ice cream.

[Fade.]

 

[The Moundfields]

An establishing shot of "Sally's Diner" opens the segment before the cameras cut inside. The scene is a typical diner, with tired looking regulars sat eating fried meals at the counter, waitress' walking round offering to freshen customers coffee and the sizzling sounds, hopefully coming from the food, in the kitchen. The camera scrolls the scene until focusing down on a booth where Jaz and Daryl Moundfield sit, with The Monster facing them. The Monster is reading, or at least attempting to read, a ketchup-stained menu.

Daryl: Remind me Jaz, why do three professional wrestlers, two of which have held EUWC titles, need some big Romanian freak to look after them?

Jaz: Daryl that big Romanian freak is sat right in front of you!

Daryl: So? He doesn't speak a word of the queens! Look.

Daryl taps The Monster on the arm, prompting The Monster to look away from his menu and at The Moundfields.

Daryl (in friendly tone): Monster, you're a big Romanian freak!

The Monster smiles and gives The Moundfields thumbs up before looking back at his menu.

Daryl: See nothing!

Jaz: Well that may be but just because us and Mike C are wrestlers doesn't mean it hurts to have a bit of back up, especially with Team Danger lurking. And on that subject, this Sunday we have a very big opportunity to get on over on Team Danger. For too long now they've been intimidating all of EUWC and it just doesn't cut it with me.

Daryl: Or me! Well, I suppose it does a bit because they've made me shed quite a lot of blood, but otherwise I'm with you bro!

Jaz: Good! I mean, this isn't the first time that EUWC has been under this sort of pressure. I mean, it was a little before your time but EUWC spent most of last year in a constant battle with The Dominion, who just destroyed as many people in their paths as they could. The difference with The Dominion was they did it with a bit of brains and cunning, rather than just pure, mindless violence. The Dominon were pure evil, they wanted total control, Team Danger are just head cases.

A waitress approaches the table with a notepad and small pencil. The name badge reading "Sally" hints that she is the owner of the establishment. Sally is a middle aged woman with glasses perched on the end of her nose. She looks tired and worn from working in the diner...or so we hope.

Sally: What can I get you boys?

Jaz: Three hoagies please love.

Sally: Ok, anything to drink?

Jaz: Three coffees please.

Sally: Good choice I'll have it brought over in a minute.

Sally walks away and Daryl stares at his brother with a confused look on his face.

Daryl: What in blue hell are "hoagies"?

Jaz: Local cuisine, supposedly very nice.

Daryl: Sound very disgusting.

Jaz: Can we get back to business? Team Danger, Sunday. Now if Main Frame taught us anything, it's that Team Danger still enjoy attacking anyone and anything in their path, and even a few people who aren't in their path. And that's why we have The Monster. Team Danger will no doubt try and but the boot into us at Superiority, whether we win or they do, just to prove that they are "mean SOBs" or whatever they claim. But The Monster is too big to hit one of their moves on, and can take a lot of damage. So as long as we stay conscious, he'll be able to act as a good enough distraction to stop them.

Sally brings over the hoagies and coffee, placing them on the table. The Monster puts the menu down and The Moundfields nod thanks to Sally before she leaves them. The Monster immediately tucks into his food.

Jaz: But Daryl, we've got to ask, what can Team Danger really do to us that is so impressive? I mean, we know what to expect from them.

Daryl: A lot of blood and a heavy beating?

Jaz: No stupid, I mean we've seen them fight and we know that they fight dirty. We need to devise a ring plan that'll restrict their ability to do this.

Daryl: That's not going to happen is it?

Jaz: Well it'll take all my cunning and brains.

Daryl: ...That's not going to happen is it?

Jaz: Look Mr. Negative, think of it like this. This Sunday we have the opportunity to prove that The Moundfields are the greatest Tag Team wrestling family in the world once and for all. I've already had two tag team title reigns and I know what it takes to be champions, and we have it! So we'll go to Superiority, forget reputations and shock Team Danger. They may be good, but we're the ******* Moundfields! Now let's just enjoy our hoagies...

The Moundfields look at their plates, which are empty. They look at each other confused, and then look over at the smiling Monster, who has the remains of three hoagies around his mouth and on his t-shirt and a smile on his face.

Daryl: My god he knows we're talking about him!

Jaz: Oh come off it Daryl, like you said he doesn't speak English! He's just a big guy with a big appetite. Now drink your coffee and we'll go to practise. I'm just gonna nip to the men's room first.

Jaz gets up and heads off to the toilet, leaving Daryl and The Monster staring at each other.

Daryl: I'm onto you Monster, just make sure you do your job.

The Monster shrugs as Daryl keeps staring. After a few moments, Daryl sighs and drinks his coffee as The Monster chuckles to himself. Fade to black.