PaulNJ21
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The following match is for the WFW North American Title. The Angle/RP deadline is Sunday, April 17th 11:59 PM EST. Send all angles to pmiller21@gmail.com
WFW Great Expectations: El Arco Iris (c) vs. Dan Ryan
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FADE IN
We see Dan Ryan sitting at a computer desk, typing away furiously. A long sigh escapes his lips and he turns the chair ever so slightly in the direction of the camera.
Ryan: "Odd how I pressed play and yet turned and continued to type as though this were some sort of intrusion, isn't it? What a mockery this sport can become sometimes. I struggle myself to keep from being pulled down into it."
"And so alas, the following I say because I care Arco."
"What I am about to say, I say because I feel for your plight. I feel for the plight of the truly bored, the truly jaded of the sport who night in and night out must sit and listen to some meandering fool drone on about why they're gonna win and then pretend that it matters."
"I relate for reasons other than the fact that I had to rush this press junket..."(Ryan points a thumb at the computer screen) "..out for Empire Pro due to the incompetence of some soon to be former employees of mine."
"I relate because I live it, Arco."
"I live it every day of my life. I travel across the country and listen to people verbally remove a rib, bend forward and suck their own d**ks over and over and have to go into the ring and try and make them look good so that fans get their money's worth."
"And what is their money worth anyway, Arco? What is it worth? Did I do them a disservice when I broke Joey Melton in half? Did I do them a disservice when I took punishment from Psycho for fifteen minutes to entertain them only to get bored and anticlimactically spike him on his head for a quick win as soon as I saw fit?"
"I'm not so sure I'm into making people look good anymore, Arco. I know I'm not into verbally pulling my private parts out and measuring it week after week against the new breed of wrestling's finest. I'd rather stab myself in the face with a rusty pitchfork than listen to some of these people say one more *******ed word."
"So do you know what that brings me to?"
"That brings me to a North American Title shot. That brings me to you, a man in the midst of losing the very smile on his multicolored mask."
"It brings me to an oppurtunity, the latest of many in a long career. It brings you to a challenge. Whether it be big or small is up for you to decide. I don't know what this match means to you or if it means anything at all."
"But I have a feeling what it represents. I know at least what it represents to me, knowing what I intend to do around here for the next few months."
"There are plans laid out, Arco. There are plans that are dependent on certain things falling into place, but what are they and at what cost?"
"I feel your pain, Arco. I feel you losing your joy. I'm here to help you find it, if only for one night. You are a former World Champion, and so have the chance to show me why."
"Expectations are a *****, bud."
"What do you expect this week?"
FADE OUT..
We see Dan Ryan sitting at a computer desk, typing away furiously. A long sigh escapes his lips and he turns the chair ever so slightly in the direction of the camera.
Ryan: "Odd how I pressed play and yet turned and continued to type as though this were some sort of intrusion, isn't it? What a mockery this sport can become sometimes. I struggle myself to keep from being pulled down into it."
"And so alas, the following I say because I care Arco."
"What I am about to say, I say because I feel for your plight. I feel for the plight of the truly bored, the truly jaded of the sport who night in and night out must sit and listen to some meandering fool drone on about why they're gonna win and then pretend that it matters."
"I relate for reasons other than the fact that I had to rush this press junket..."(Ryan points a thumb at the computer screen) "..out for Empire Pro due to the incompetence of some soon to be former employees of mine."
"I relate because I live it, Arco."
"I live it every day of my life. I travel across the country and listen to people verbally remove a rib, bend forward and suck their own d**ks over and over and have to go into the ring and try and make them look good so that fans get their money's worth."
"And what is their money worth anyway, Arco? What is it worth? Did I do them a disservice when I broke Joey Melton in half? Did I do them a disservice when I took punishment from Psycho for fifteen minutes to entertain them only to get bored and anticlimactically spike him on his head for a quick win as soon as I saw fit?"
"I'm not so sure I'm into making people look good anymore, Arco. I know I'm not into verbally pulling my private parts out and measuring it week after week against the new breed of wrestling's finest. I'd rather stab myself in the face with a rusty pitchfork than listen to some of these people say one more *******ed word."
"So do you know what that brings me to?"
"That brings me to a North American Title shot. That brings me to you, a man in the midst of losing the very smile on his multicolored mask."
"It brings me to an oppurtunity, the latest of many in a long career. It brings you to a challenge. Whether it be big or small is up for you to decide. I don't know what this match means to you or if it means anything at all."
"But I have a feeling what it represents. I know at least what it represents to me, knowing what I intend to do around here for the next few months."
"There are plans laid out, Arco. There are plans that are dependent on certain things falling into place, but what are they and at what cost?"
"I feel your pain, Arco. I feel you losing your joy. I'm here to help you find it, if only for one night. You are a former World Champion, and so have the chance to show me why."
"Expectations are a *****, bud."
"What do you expect this week?"
FADE OUT..
FADE IN
DAN RYAN, fully dressed in blue jeans and a black warmup jacket stands just beside a desk in his office in Houston.
A fully packed bag rests on the desk, an envelope on top containing airline tickets on a connecting flight from Houston Bush Intercontinental Airport to Newark Liberty International Airport, a three hour jaunt up the East Coast before another sixteen across the pond.
Ryan crosses a leg over the other and leans back against the desk.
RYAN: "It's a long long way across the ocean, a trip I've taken before and nothing like the hike across the Pacific. But it's a long one nonetheless."
"I must begin to wonder if you're gonna be able to prop up the corners of your mouth and smile long enough to make this worth my while."
"I also begin to wonder how this might affect my payout, which of course could make me become very very cranky."
"You could say I've been rather generous with you so far - what with offering to help motivate you again - but my generosity will eventually reach it's limit."
"Eventually I'll tire of this and resolve to simply plow through you and get this over as quickly as possible."
"Quite simply, you're gonna have to work with me Arco."
"If you want any gleam of excitement to come back to your eye, you're gonna have to actually step onto a plane, fly over to Ireland and get in the ring."
"Furthermore, you're gonna have to show me something."
"You're gonna have to show me more than your pretty rainbow smiley face to convince me that this is a project worth taking on."
"I'm not thumping my chest here, Arco. You know there's no need."
"But I guess what it really comes down to is what you want. You either want to quietly fade into nothingness, or you want to rekindle the fire you have for this business."
"There is of course a third choice."
"You could lay low and feign indifference only to come busting out A HOUSE AFIRE!!!111...."
"And attempt to catch me off guard."
"Rest assured, it's not gonna happen man. It's just not. There's no eventuality I haven't planned for, and you really don't want to get on my nerves in a wrestling ring."
"Psycho, Wells, hell all of LOVE may show up and try to pull something off. I'm quite aware of that possibility too, though I have some surprises in store if they do."
"I eagerly await this match, Arco - not because I could hold a belt again - belts are nothing but symbols of something I'm not even sure I believe in to begin with. But I eagerly await it nonetheless."
"I crave the battle. I crave the fight."
"It still remains to be seen if you can deliver the goods."
FADE OUT...
DAN RYAN, fully dressed in blue jeans and a black warmup jacket stands just beside a desk in his office in Houston.
A fully packed bag rests on the desk, an envelope on top containing airline tickets on a connecting flight from Houston Bush Intercontinental Airport to Newark Liberty International Airport, a three hour jaunt up the East Coast before another sixteen across the pond.
Ryan crosses a leg over the other and leans back against the desk.
RYAN: "It's a long long way across the ocean, a trip I've taken before and nothing like the hike across the Pacific. But it's a long one nonetheless."
"I must begin to wonder if you're gonna be able to prop up the corners of your mouth and smile long enough to make this worth my while."
"I also begin to wonder how this might affect my payout, which of course could make me become very very cranky."
"You could say I've been rather generous with you so far - what with offering to help motivate you again - but my generosity will eventually reach it's limit."
"Eventually I'll tire of this and resolve to simply plow through you and get this over as quickly as possible."
"Quite simply, you're gonna have to work with me Arco."
"If you want any gleam of excitement to come back to your eye, you're gonna have to actually step onto a plane, fly over to Ireland and get in the ring."
"Furthermore, you're gonna have to show me something."
"You're gonna have to show me more than your pretty rainbow smiley face to convince me that this is a project worth taking on."
"I'm not thumping my chest here, Arco. You know there's no need."
"But I guess what it really comes down to is what you want. You either want to quietly fade into nothingness, or you want to rekindle the fire you have for this business."
"There is of course a third choice."
"You could lay low and feign indifference only to come busting out A HOUSE AFIRE!!!111...."
"And attempt to catch me off guard."
"Rest assured, it's not gonna happen man. It's just not. There's no eventuality I haven't planned for, and you really don't want to get on my nerves in a wrestling ring."
"Psycho, Wells, hell all of LOVE may show up and try to pull something off. I'm quite aware of that possibility too, though I have some surprises in store if they do."
"I eagerly await this match, Arco - not because I could hold a belt again - belts are nothing but symbols of something I'm not even sure I believe in to begin with. But I eagerly await it nonetheless."
"I crave the battle. I crave the fight."
"It still remains to be seen if you can deliver the goods."
FADE OUT...
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(Cue up: “Human After All” by Daft Punk)
(FADEIN: El Arco Iris sits in a grassy field in the middle of a park. It’s about dusk, so the light is not as strong. He’s wearing his mask as always, and a rainbow tie-dye t-shirt and shorts, but over this he has a dull, pale gray robe over it all. He holds the WFW North American title belt in his lap.)
IRIS: Only after abandoning El Arco Iris’ cause has El Arco iris found some form of validation for all of these efforts, all of this questing. Only after El Arco iris decides to abdicate the throne of proselytizing happiness should El Arco Iris have some reason to feel like El Arco Iris is worth a damn in this business, in this pitiful masochistic sport we all participate in. but perhaps El Arco Iris has a reason to go on now and continue to speed up the natural decay of El Arco Iris’ body and psyche now that there is this wonderful shiny emblem of value to wear over El Arco Iris’ waist.
(El Arco Iris stares contemplatively at his title belt and drapes it over his shoulder.)
IRIS: You’ll have to excuse El Arco Iris if El Arco Iris is not ready to so easily give you the one object El Arco Iris has left here to describe any kind of meaning El Arco Iris may have amongst the greats in the sport of kings, but…as much as you, Dan Ryan, claim to empathize with El Arco Iris’ problems, you have to realize El Arco Iris has gone through something more than simple disappointment and complacency. El Arco Iris has gone through a rather grotesque paradigm shift recently, where El Arco Iris has basically had to realize that everything one knows and believes in is really what everyone has been telling you, and that is that it’s a sham. But El Arco Iris was so deeply enamored with this perceived love that El Arco Iris had from the crowds of people who showered El Arco iris with shallow appreciation…El Arco Iris enjoyed it so much, it was like a tranquilizing opiate to the turmoil of a psyche that was taught to think one emotion was the only emotion worth feeling. El Arco Iris clung to that very premise upon which all of the teachings and actions were based on that perhaps it collapsed under the very FORCE of El Arco Iris’ GRIP!
(El Arco Iris slumps forward and props his head in his hands.)
IRIS: It’s like that first relationship. So intense, so fulfilling, you just refuse to believe anything can go wrong with it. You shower your adored one with affection, try to make her feel just as special as she makes you feel. Everything seems to be going so fine. But then she comes up to you and says “El Arco Iris, quit treating me like glass!” Like glass! EL ARCO IRIS IS JUST TRYING TO BE A NICE GUY FOR ONCE, G*D DAMMIT!
(El Arco Iris takes hold of the title belt and yells directly at it.)
IRIS: IS EL ARCO IRIS TREATING YOU LIKE GLASS? NO! JUST TRYING TO TREAT YOU LIKE THE ONLY SPECIAL THING IN EL ARCO IRIS' LIFE, BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE, SOME FAINT GLIMMER OF LIGHT IN THIS PATHETIC TUNNEL OF GRAYNESS EL ARCO IRIS TRAVERSED AND TRIED TO BRIGHTEN UP ON EL ARCO IRIS’ OWN, BUT WAS TOO WEAK TO DO SO! And then you left El Arco Iris. YOU KISSED EL ARCO IRIS AND THEN JUST AS SOON TOE-KICKED EL ARCO IRIS IN THE BALLS. Then El Arco Iris succumbed, because El Arco Iris had no crutch left to stand on, so El Arco Iris has no further choice but to bathe himself in shades of monochromatic MEDIOCRITY. And…perhaps as some kind of karmic token of pity…El Arco Iris gets handed this piece of leather-and-metal glory, simply because El Arco Iris had let that abyss of normalcy embrace El Arco Iris. As some kind of surrogate lover, some kind of dummy for me to direct El Arco Iris’ absent-minded, one-way affections toward. PERHAPS EL ARCO IRIS WILL LOVE THIS BELT BECAUSE THERE IS NOTHING ELSE TO LOVE, MAYBE. JUST MAYBE. UNLESS YOU ARE WILLING TO LET EL ARCO IRIS BACK INTO YOUR HEARTS, YOU SICK, SADISTIC HARLOTS!
(The camera closes in on El Arco Iris’ face, and you can see tears streaming down his neck from underneath his mask.)
IRIS: Perhaps, Dan Ryan, the only thing El Arco Iris has left is you. And maybe El Arco Iris will make the same mistake again, and treat you like glass, too. Yes…El Arco Iris will have to treat you like glass. There is no other way...
…BECAUSE EL ARCO IRIS BREAKS GLASS! AND EL ARCO IRIS WILL LAY YOUR FRAGMENTS IN A NEAT LITTLE PILE RIGHT NEXT TO WHATEVER WAS LEFT OF A PURPOSE FOR...THIS...LIFETIME!
(FTB)
(FADEIN: El Arco Iris sits in a grassy field in the middle of a park. It’s about dusk, so the light is not as strong. He’s wearing his mask as always, and a rainbow tie-dye t-shirt and shorts, but over this he has a dull, pale gray robe over it all. He holds the WFW North American title belt in his lap.)
IRIS: Only after abandoning El Arco Iris’ cause has El Arco iris found some form of validation for all of these efforts, all of this questing. Only after El Arco iris decides to abdicate the throne of proselytizing happiness should El Arco Iris have some reason to feel like El Arco Iris is worth a damn in this business, in this pitiful masochistic sport we all participate in. but perhaps El Arco Iris has a reason to go on now and continue to speed up the natural decay of El Arco Iris’ body and psyche now that there is this wonderful shiny emblem of value to wear over El Arco Iris’ waist.
(El Arco Iris stares contemplatively at his title belt and drapes it over his shoulder.)
IRIS: You’ll have to excuse El Arco Iris if El Arco Iris is not ready to so easily give you the one object El Arco Iris has left here to describe any kind of meaning El Arco Iris may have amongst the greats in the sport of kings, but…as much as you, Dan Ryan, claim to empathize with El Arco Iris’ problems, you have to realize El Arco Iris has gone through something more than simple disappointment and complacency. El Arco Iris has gone through a rather grotesque paradigm shift recently, where El Arco Iris has basically had to realize that everything one knows and believes in is really what everyone has been telling you, and that is that it’s a sham. But El Arco Iris was so deeply enamored with this perceived love that El Arco Iris had from the crowds of people who showered El Arco iris with shallow appreciation…El Arco Iris enjoyed it so much, it was like a tranquilizing opiate to the turmoil of a psyche that was taught to think one emotion was the only emotion worth feeling. El Arco Iris clung to that very premise upon which all of the teachings and actions were based on that perhaps it collapsed under the very FORCE of El Arco Iris’ GRIP!
(El Arco Iris slumps forward and props his head in his hands.)
IRIS: It’s like that first relationship. So intense, so fulfilling, you just refuse to believe anything can go wrong with it. You shower your adored one with affection, try to make her feel just as special as she makes you feel. Everything seems to be going so fine. But then she comes up to you and says “El Arco Iris, quit treating me like glass!” Like glass! EL ARCO IRIS IS JUST TRYING TO BE A NICE GUY FOR ONCE, G*D DAMMIT!
(El Arco Iris takes hold of the title belt and yells directly at it.)
IRIS: IS EL ARCO IRIS TREATING YOU LIKE GLASS? NO! JUST TRYING TO TREAT YOU LIKE THE ONLY SPECIAL THING IN EL ARCO IRIS' LIFE, BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE, SOME FAINT GLIMMER OF LIGHT IN THIS PATHETIC TUNNEL OF GRAYNESS EL ARCO IRIS TRAVERSED AND TRIED TO BRIGHTEN UP ON EL ARCO IRIS’ OWN, BUT WAS TOO WEAK TO DO SO! And then you left El Arco Iris. YOU KISSED EL ARCO IRIS AND THEN JUST AS SOON TOE-KICKED EL ARCO IRIS IN THE BALLS. Then El Arco Iris succumbed, because El Arco Iris had no crutch left to stand on, so El Arco Iris has no further choice but to bathe himself in shades of monochromatic MEDIOCRITY. And…perhaps as some kind of karmic token of pity…El Arco Iris gets handed this piece of leather-and-metal glory, simply because El Arco Iris had let that abyss of normalcy embrace El Arco Iris. As some kind of surrogate lover, some kind of dummy for me to direct El Arco Iris’ absent-minded, one-way affections toward. PERHAPS EL ARCO IRIS WILL LOVE THIS BELT BECAUSE THERE IS NOTHING ELSE TO LOVE, MAYBE. JUST MAYBE. UNLESS YOU ARE WILLING TO LET EL ARCO IRIS BACK INTO YOUR HEARTS, YOU SICK, SADISTIC HARLOTS!
(The camera closes in on El Arco Iris’ face, and you can see tears streaming down his neck from underneath his mask.)
IRIS: Perhaps, Dan Ryan, the only thing El Arco Iris has left is you. And maybe El Arco Iris will make the same mistake again, and treat you like glass, too. Yes…El Arco Iris will have to treat you like glass. There is no other way...
…BECAUSE EL ARCO IRIS BREAKS GLASS! AND EL ARCO IRIS WILL LAY YOUR FRAGMENTS IN A NEAT LITTLE PILE RIGHT NEXT TO WHATEVER WAS LEFT OF A PURPOSE FOR...THIS...LIFETIME!
(FTB)