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WFW Merrython: Rabesque/Dodd/Benjamin vs. Cameron Cruise Project & Daymon
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SCENE BEGINS
(Early one rainy morning in Tahoma. Outside of a local business establishment, "Valentine's Pub", a black Nissan 350Z pulls into the nearest parking space of a practically empty lot. Caitlyn Daymon steps out from the driver side door and looks the building over, noting the lights and the music humming from within. She comes to the door where a "CLOSED" sign hangs, but tries the handle anyway. It opens, and she enters.)
(In the homely atmosphere of Valentine's Pub, oldies music fills the well-sized room filled with tables, chairs, booths, a pair of pool tables, a few dartboards, a series of arcade machines, and naturally the long bar with stools against one side of the room. By oldies music, I of course mean Soundgarden and Stone Temple Pilots, and the like; bands only we old people are familiar with anymore. Caitlyn gives the room a brief scan until she is approached by a large man. He comes to her as though he was about to greet her as she entered, standing nearly seven feet tall in a black Tool t-shirt and jeans. The man known as Kyle Valentine, owner of the establishment, an imposing giant covered with tattooes and sporting long black hair, smiles down upon Caitlyn Daymon, and grimaces as he notices a flaw.)
Kyle Valentine
Wow... where'd you get the shiner, Sis?
Caitlyn Daymon
Comes with the job, Kyle.
Kyle Valentine
Bah... you outta be more careful! But seriously, you want me to kick someone's ass for ya?
Caitlyn Daymon
No, Kyle, that won't be necessary. I fight my own battles. But nevermind that now. Is he here?
Kyle Valentine
Yeah...
(Kyle throws a thumb over his shoulder, and Caitlyn peers around her elder brother's massive frame, noticing Daymon sitting along in a corner booth with a bottle of Wild Turkey and a shot glass to keep him company.)
Caitlyn Daymon
How much has he had?
Kyle Valentine
Eh, he's taking his time with it. Not enough to give you much more than a buzz, though.
(Caitlyn Daymon crosses the room to join her husband. Valentine meanwhile goes back behind the bar to clean up for the night. Caitlyn comes into the booth, sitting close to Rocko, who doesn't so much as look at her as she arrives. He seems lost in thought, two fingers toying with the shot glass on the table.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Hey...
Rocko Daymon
Hi, kid.
(He slides a black velvet box to her.)
Rocko Daymon
Happy Valentine's Day.
(Caitlyn appears slightly flustered as she takes the box and looks it over.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Jesus, Rock, you didn't have to...
(She opens the lid. Her eyes close as she lets out a sigh.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Thank you, Rocko. It's beautiful.
Rocko Daymon
Wanted to surprise you as you got off the plane, but I've been here all night. Not in any condition to drive.
(Caitlyn closes the box and sets it aside.)
Caitlyn Daymon
You're still bummed about the match, huh?
Rocko Daymon
Yeah... it really struck a chord, you know? I mean, ever since I came to WFW, I have yet to see victory. I honestly don't know what I'm doing wrong. I figured if I came here to think about it, I'd come to some sort of realization, but nothing's come...
Caitlyn Daymon
Well, to be honest, that match had a lot of errors... like the Inner Circle getting involved, or the fact that El Arco Iris did nothing to earn his spot in the match. You did everything you could, but the cards didn't fall in your favor.
Rocko Daymon
But this shouldn't be about luck. It's--
(He stops as he turns to look at her, and notices the black eye.)
Rocko Daymon
Jesus, did Karla give you that?
(Her hand briefly comes to her face and she looks away.)
Caitlyn Daymon
No, it just came from my last match. You've had your share, if I remember correctly. Part of the job, Rocko.
Rocko Daymon
Part of the job...
Right.
(He pours himself a new glass, drinks the shot, and pours himself another. He stops there.)
Rocko Daymon
I'd allow my entire face to be blackened if I could get from it a decent win.
(Caitlyn smiles.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Your good looks are hardly worth a single win, Rock.
Rocko Daymon
I'm desperate at this point. Normally, I have no problem with being in a slump, but when 75% of your entire career has been the same way, you'd understand the way I feel.
But it's not getting any better. Take a look at this.
(Rocko reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folding sheet of paper. He slides it over to Caitlyn in the same way he slid over her Valentine's Day present. She unfolds it and looks it over.)
Caitlyn Daymon
The Merrython line-up...
Rocko Daymon
Yep.
(Caitlyn skims it, and lets out a brief laugh as she sees the match of topic.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Wow... you're teaming with the Cruise Project? I hope Cam doesn't hold anything against you because of what Starr and I are going through in NEW...
Rocko Daymon
Well, I hold nothing against him. What you and Karla Starr do in another federation is between the two of you, and shouldn't involve us guys. What I'm really worried about is how well he's going to do with Melton. From what I hear, everything in this team isn't quite peaches 'n' cream.
Caitlyn Daymon
And it doesn't really help considering who you're up against. Benjamin, Dodd, and Rabesque? You're going to have your work cut out for you.
Rocko Daymon
Yeah... a technical trio. Simply being booked against any of these guys in singles competition is a serious challenge. But when you have the three of them set their differences aside and work together on one side? Jesus, I don't even want to think of what they're capable of...
First you have Benjamin, who I know well in terms of performance. Last time we met, I picked up the win, but you can never tell with this guy. He gets better by the day. If you aren't careful in the ring, he can flush all of your hopes and dreams down the toilet in a matter of seconds.
Then there's Dodd. Don't know him personally, but I know he's Empire Pro's reigning Intercontinental Champion. If you can so much as GET a belt in EPW, then you know you have skill.
And finally, Rabesque... who goes without saying.
(Caitlyn nods.)
Caitlyn Daymon
He's made quite a rep for himself in NEW.
Rocko Daymon
I'm sure he's made it so in every fed he's been in. And he doesn't stop with his own reputation. I mean, this is the guy who single-handedly made Christian Sands' career through one match at GWE's Battleground Britain. The man is so accomplished, he practically ****S champions.
And now I face a team of these three guys... moving on from two losses and a pitiful draw...
(Rocko downs the second shot of whiskey and remains silent.)
Caitlyn Daymon
So what's the battle plan?
Rocko Daymon
Ehh... same as it always is, I suppose: To do everything I can. But becuase that hasn't worked out for me lately, this week I'm going to do a little more than that. If my everything proves not to be enough, then I'll do more. I'll exceed all of my expectations, and hope my teammates will do the same, in order to go to any lengths for victory.
Cause *******it, I wanna win...
I'm tired of not getting the job done when I know I can finish it. I'm tired of seeing John Doe's face on the TV while he spouts off on how everything I claimed to be has failed to live up to everyone's expectations. I'm tired of being stuck in the same place while other people who have been in this industry fewer years than I have--people who I know couldn't ever take a good ass-kicking from me and live to show their face the following week--moving UP the ladder, above and beyond my level. I'm tired...
Hell... I'm just tired of a lot of things. But if any of it is going to change, I have to make it. Which is why when I step into the ring against Benjamin, Dodd, and Rabesque, with the Cruise Project in my corner (provided they get their act together for one night), I'm going to do everything I can to win, and if it isn't enough, I'll do more.
(He pours himself a third glass, drinks it, and returns to silence.)
Caitlyn Daymon
I have the week off. You'll have all the time you need to prepare.
Rocko Daymon
True... and every minute I waste, my opponents will only be that much more stronger. But I'm not gonna let that happen. I'm going to train, I'm going to work out, and I'm going to focus. I will psych myself for victory.
Caitlyn Daymon
...you about ready to head home?
Rocko Daymon
...yeah, let's go home.
Caitlyn Daymon
Okay... come on, big guy.
(Caitlyn helps Rocko onto his feet and out of the booth. Slowly, they walk together toward the door, Caitlyn making sure her husband doesn't stumble into anything or tip. His mobility seems keen for as much as he's had. The come to the door, and the two turn back to Kyle Valentine, cleaning a glass behind his bar.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Good night, Kyle. Don't stay up too late.
Kyle Valentine
You too, Sis. You two have a good day.
Rocko Daymon
Oh, and Kyle...
Kyle Valentine
Yeah?
Rocko Daymon
Happy Valentine's Day.
(Kyle smirks.)
Kyle Valentine
Yeah, yeah... cute, you little asshole. Get outta here.
(Chuckling, Rocko is led by his wife out of the bar and to the car.)
SCENE ENDS
(Early one rainy morning in Tahoma. Outside of a local business establishment, "Valentine's Pub", a black Nissan 350Z pulls into the nearest parking space of a practically empty lot. Caitlyn Daymon steps out from the driver side door and looks the building over, noting the lights and the music humming from within. She comes to the door where a "CLOSED" sign hangs, but tries the handle anyway. It opens, and she enters.)
(In the homely atmosphere of Valentine's Pub, oldies music fills the well-sized room filled with tables, chairs, booths, a pair of pool tables, a few dartboards, a series of arcade machines, and naturally the long bar with stools against one side of the room. By oldies music, I of course mean Soundgarden and Stone Temple Pilots, and the like; bands only we old people are familiar with anymore. Caitlyn gives the room a brief scan until she is approached by a large man. He comes to her as though he was about to greet her as she entered, standing nearly seven feet tall in a black Tool t-shirt and jeans. The man known as Kyle Valentine, owner of the establishment, an imposing giant covered with tattooes and sporting long black hair, smiles down upon Caitlyn Daymon, and grimaces as he notices a flaw.)
Kyle Valentine
Wow... where'd you get the shiner, Sis?
Caitlyn Daymon
Comes with the job, Kyle.
Kyle Valentine
Bah... you outta be more careful! But seriously, you want me to kick someone's ass for ya?
Caitlyn Daymon
No, Kyle, that won't be necessary. I fight my own battles. But nevermind that now. Is he here?
Kyle Valentine
Yeah...
(Kyle throws a thumb over his shoulder, and Caitlyn peers around her elder brother's massive frame, noticing Daymon sitting along in a corner booth with a bottle of Wild Turkey and a shot glass to keep him company.)
Caitlyn Daymon
How much has he had?
Kyle Valentine
Eh, he's taking his time with it. Not enough to give you much more than a buzz, though.
(Caitlyn Daymon crosses the room to join her husband. Valentine meanwhile goes back behind the bar to clean up for the night. Caitlyn comes into the booth, sitting close to Rocko, who doesn't so much as look at her as she arrives. He seems lost in thought, two fingers toying with the shot glass on the table.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Hey...
Rocko Daymon
Hi, kid.
(He slides a black velvet box to her.)
Rocko Daymon
Happy Valentine's Day.
(Caitlyn appears slightly flustered as she takes the box and looks it over.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Jesus, Rock, you didn't have to...
(She opens the lid. Her eyes close as she lets out a sigh.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Thank you, Rocko. It's beautiful.
Rocko Daymon
Wanted to surprise you as you got off the plane, but I've been here all night. Not in any condition to drive.
(Caitlyn closes the box and sets it aside.)
Caitlyn Daymon
You're still bummed about the match, huh?
Rocko Daymon
Yeah... it really struck a chord, you know? I mean, ever since I came to WFW, I have yet to see victory. I honestly don't know what I'm doing wrong. I figured if I came here to think about it, I'd come to some sort of realization, but nothing's come...
Caitlyn Daymon
Well, to be honest, that match had a lot of errors... like the Inner Circle getting involved, or the fact that El Arco Iris did nothing to earn his spot in the match. You did everything you could, but the cards didn't fall in your favor.
Rocko Daymon
But this shouldn't be about luck. It's--
(He stops as he turns to look at her, and notices the black eye.)
Rocko Daymon
Jesus, did Karla give you that?
(Her hand briefly comes to her face and she looks away.)
Caitlyn Daymon
No, it just came from my last match. You've had your share, if I remember correctly. Part of the job, Rocko.
Rocko Daymon
Part of the job...
Right.
(He pours himself a new glass, drinks the shot, and pours himself another. He stops there.)
Rocko Daymon
I'd allow my entire face to be blackened if I could get from it a decent win.
(Caitlyn smiles.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Your good looks are hardly worth a single win, Rock.
Rocko Daymon
I'm desperate at this point. Normally, I have no problem with being in a slump, but when 75% of your entire career has been the same way, you'd understand the way I feel.
But it's not getting any better. Take a look at this.
(Rocko reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folding sheet of paper. He slides it over to Caitlyn in the same way he slid over her Valentine's Day present. She unfolds it and looks it over.)
Caitlyn Daymon
The Merrython line-up...
Rocko Daymon
Yep.
(Caitlyn skims it, and lets out a brief laugh as she sees the match of topic.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Wow... you're teaming with the Cruise Project? I hope Cam doesn't hold anything against you because of what Starr and I are going through in NEW...
Rocko Daymon
Well, I hold nothing against him. What you and Karla Starr do in another federation is between the two of you, and shouldn't involve us guys. What I'm really worried about is how well he's going to do with Melton. From what I hear, everything in this team isn't quite peaches 'n' cream.
Caitlyn Daymon
And it doesn't really help considering who you're up against. Benjamin, Dodd, and Rabesque? You're going to have your work cut out for you.
Rocko Daymon
Yeah... a technical trio. Simply being booked against any of these guys in singles competition is a serious challenge. But when you have the three of them set their differences aside and work together on one side? Jesus, I don't even want to think of what they're capable of...
First you have Benjamin, who I know well in terms of performance. Last time we met, I picked up the win, but you can never tell with this guy. He gets better by the day. If you aren't careful in the ring, he can flush all of your hopes and dreams down the toilet in a matter of seconds.
Then there's Dodd. Don't know him personally, but I know he's Empire Pro's reigning Intercontinental Champion. If you can so much as GET a belt in EPW, then you know you have skill.
And finally, Rabesque... who goes without saying.
(Caitlyn nods.)
Caitlyn Daymon
He's made quite a rep for himself in NEW.
Rocko Daymon
I'm sure he's made it so in every fed he's been in. And he doesn't stop with his own reputation. I mean, this is the guy who single-handedly made Christian Sands' career through one match at GWE's Battleground Britain. The man is so accomplished, he practically ****S champions.
And now I face a team of these three guys... moving on from two losses and a pitiful draw...
(Rocko downs the second shot of whiskey and remains silent.)
Caitlyn Daymon
So what's the battle plan?
Rocko Daymon
Ehh... same as it always is, I suppose: To do everything I can. But becuase that hasn't worked out for me lately, this week I'm going to do a little more than that. If my everything proves not to be enough, then I'll do more. I'll exceed all of my expectations, and hope my teammates will do the same, in order to go to any lengths for victory.
Cause *******it, I wanna win...
I'm tired of not getting the job done when I know I can finish it. I'm tired of seeing John Doe's face on the TV while he spouts off on how everything I claimed to be has failed to live up to everyone's expectations. I'm tired of being stuck in the same place while other people who have been in this industry fewer years than I have--people who I know couldn't ever take a good ass-kicking from me and live to show their face the following week--moving UP the ladder, above and beyond my level. I'm tired...
Hell... I'm just tired of a lot of things. But if any of it is going to change, I have to make it. Which is why when I step into the ring against Benjamin, Dodd, and Rabesque, with the Cruise Project in my corner (provided they get their act together for one night), I'm going to do everything I can to win, and if it isn't enough, I'll do more.
(He pours himself a third glass, drinks it, and returns to silence.)
Caitlyn Daymon
I have the week off. You'll have all the time you need to prepare.
Rocko Daymon
True... and every minute I waste, my opponents will only be that much more stronger. But I'm not gonna let that happen. I'm going to train, I'm going to work out, and I'm going to focus. I will psych myself for victory.
Caitlyn Daymon
...you about ready to head home?
Rocko Daymon
...yeah, let's go home.
Caitlyn Daymon
Okay... come on, big guy.
(Caitlyn helps Rocko onto his feet and out of the booth. Slowly, they walk together toward the door, Caitlyn making sure her husband doesn't stumble into anything or tip. His mobility seems keen for as much as he's had. The come to the door, and the two turn back to Kyle Valentine, cleaning a glass behind his bar.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Good night, Kyle. Don't stay up too late.
Kyle Valentine
You too, Sis. You two have a good day.
Rocko Daymon
Oh, and Kyle...
Kyle Valentine
Yeah?
Rocko Daymon
Happy Valentine's Day.
(Kyle smirks.)
Kyle Valentine
Yeah, yeah... cute, you little asshole. Get outta here.
(Chuckling, Rocko is led by his wife out of the bar and to the car.)
SCENE ENDS
TSiegel
I spoil things.
(Fadein, Cameron Cruise in front of a WFW backdrop.)
CRUISE: So lemme get this straight....after all is said an' done.....the clouds cleared and the match over....Maelstrom and Sands, in all their glory get fired, Ryan get's to face a "Psycho", an' Anarky gets a chance to fight for a shot at the World title against Edmunds.....
So the Project get's a six-man match with....(Cruise takes a piece of paper out of his back pocket for a second.) a World Champion, a false Messiah, and an Englishman??
(Cruise looks back up at the camera and smiles for a second.)
A World Champion, a false messiah and an Englishman walk into a bar.....
(Cruise then waves it off.)
Fact of the matter is, I've gotta give it to 'em.....putting the Project together with Daymon against Rabesque, Benjamin, an' Dodd's not an awful match.
Not just because of the technical prowess that everyone involved presents to the table, but because of the fact that between Joey an' myself....we've faced you all enough to the point that we know how you all work.
Jean Rabesque is the World Heavyweight Champion over in NEW ERA, while I'm on the same level as he is. Joey's faced him plenty of times over in NFW this past year, finally eliminating Jean in the playoffs. Do I deserve a title shot....sure, but hey....we both got our own business to tend to, not to mention.....
I am a patient man, and will get mine in due time.
In the meantime, Benji-boy has just finished his fifteenth match with Karl Brown an' is currently takin' on the man who's at the moment also pushin' for a chance at dethroning the TEE VEE champion in NEW ERA as well, Jason Payne. What's another great match-up to him right??
Dodd's the EYE-SEE champ over in EPW, an' I got one over on him just last week, so quite honestly....CHAMP....especially in EPW....
...you sir, have something in dire to prove to us all.
Because if you don't.....you'd be giving Rabesque an' Benjamin something to be disappointed about while Joey an' myself prove to the world why we are the World's proclaimed HOTTEST TAG TEAM IN THE WORLD.....AGAIN.
Which to all of you...and Lindsay Troy....would be a Reality Check that you ALL just....won't like.
(Fadeout.)
CRUISE: So lemme get this straight....after all is said an' done.....the clouds cleared and the match over....Maelstrom and Sands, in all their glory get fired, Ryan get's to face a "Psycho", an' Anarky gets a chance to fight for a shot at the World title against Edmunds.....
So the Project get's a six-man match with....(Cruise takes a piece of paper out of his back pocket for a second.) a World Champion, a false Messiah, and an Englishman??
(Cruise looks back up at the camera and smiles for a second.)
A World Champion, a false messiah and an Englishman walk into a bar.....
(Cruise then waves it off.)
Fact of the matter is, I've gotta give it to 'em.....putting the Project together with Daymon against Rabesque, Benjamin, an' Dodd's not an awful match.
Not just because of the technical prowess that everyone involved presents to the table, but because of the fact that between Joey an' myself....we've faced you all enough to the point that we know how you all work.
Jean Rabesque is the World Heavyweight Champion over in NEW ERA, while I'm on the same level as he is. Joey's faced him plenty of times over in NFW this past year, finally eliminating Jean in the playoffs. Do I deserve a title shot....sure, but hey....we both got our own business to tend to, not to mention.....
I am a patient man, and will get mine in due time.
In the meantime, Benji-boy has just finished his fifteenth match with Karl Brown an' is currently takin' on the man who's at the moment also pushin' for a chance at dethroning the TEE VEE champion in NEW ERA as well, Jason Payne. What's another great match-up to him right??
Dodd's the EYE-SEE champ over in EPW, an' I got one over on him just last week, so quite honestly....CHAMP....especially in EPW....
...you sir, have something in dire to prove to us all.
Because if you don't.....you'd be giving Rabesque an' Benjamin something to be disappointed about while Joey an' myself prove to the world why we are the World's proclaimed HOTTEST TAG TEAM IN THE WORLD.....AGAIN.
Which to all of you...and Lindsay Troy....would be a Reality Check that you ALL just....won't like.
(Fadeout.)
SteveA
League Member
(The screen comes in on a WFW backdrop, and as we come in closer we see Jean Rabesque, wearing his normal gear, which is now selling like hotcakes at WFW events everywhere, he looks into the camera, smiles, and speaks)
“One man down, and he decides to go and get himself fired. Hell Chris, I was hoping you might have the honor to come down to the ring and admit that I whipped your ass... again..... before you went and got yourself removed from the company. And hell, take a look at Maelstrom, my how the mighty have fallen.... FAST!
“But how am I rewarded for leading off the PPV in technical mastery? Ahhh, more of the same. Only this team I get a couple of slugs and Joey Melton on the other side. Yeah, that’s right Cam, I’m lumping you in the same category until you prove me otherwise. Cam, you’re a decent wrestler, you had a fluke moment in the sun in CSWA a few years back, and from then on..... nothing. Nothing at all except for losing to Jean Rabesque every single time you get in the ring with me. Oh, and of course, latching yourself onto someone else’s coattails and letting him take you to great things. I do stand corrected.
“But Cam, for you for one second to say you’re on my level? Are you kidding me Cam??? You’re right up there with me? Damn Cam, I assume you’ve been a world champion all over the globe right? No? How about at least a few world championships? No? A few wins over respectable competition in the last three years? Hmmmm , I guess a no on that one too. Cam, let me spell this out to you in the simplest manner I can. You are a midcarder with moderate ability. There’s nothing wrong with that, because the business will always need people of that mold. But Cam, let’s not try to fool ourselves into believing something that we’re really not, ok? You’ll save us the time, and you the embarrassment.
“Moving on, Joey Melton, I honestly don’t got much. You made it farther than I did even though we got eliminated by the same man, despite what Cameron might think. You won the South in the last week, I didn’t. Who knows, maybe if it wasn’t for the end of the Battle Royal, things might have been different, but right now, I know it doesn’t work that way.
“I guess my only motivation when it comes to you is revenge Joey. I respect you, I really do. I respect what you can do in the ring, and I know what it feels like to be doing it at our age. It’s pretty impressive. I guess my only question for you is.....’What the hell are you doing with Cruise?’
“And finally, Daymon. Tough breaks kid, it’s a shame too, because you seem like one of the few young kids that I encounter anymore that seems to have their head on straight. I’m sure you will turn things around, but I am sorry to inform you that it will not be on my watch. You do have a bright future, and someday, you may just see your name in lights, but in the meantime, don’t get down on yourself, just keep lacing up the boots and going to work every day.
“It’s something that all of us have to go through, when none of the wins are coming and you have to back up a lot of words that often someone else had you say. I got it. But pay attention when the show rolls around kid, because I want you to take some notes. Look real close and you will technical greatness up close unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. You want to know how to do this right? I will show you, hell, a ‘free lesson’ if you will. You’re welcome in advance.
(Rabesque pauses, catching his breath)
“Benjamin, Dodd, you’re two more. I’ve seen what you can do, and I’m sure you know all about me. Should be a hell of a lot of fun. Just stay out of my way and don’t f(FCC)k up, and we’ll get along famously.
“I’m sure I’ll have my words at a later time, but if you’ll excuse me, it’s about time for some important business. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.”
(FADEOUT)
“One man down, and he decides to go and get himself fired. Hell Chris, I was hoping you might have the honor to come down to the ring and admit that I whipped your ass... again..... before you went and got yourself removed from the company. And hell, take a look at Maelstrom, my how the mighty have fallen.... FAST!
“But how am I rewarded for leading off the PPV in technical mastery? Ahhh, more of the same. Only this team I get a couple of slugs and Joey Melton on the other side. Yeah, that’s right Cam, I’m lumping you in the same category until you prove me otherwise. Cam, you’re a decent wrestler, you had a fluke moment in the sun in CSWA a few years back, and from then on..... nothing. Nothing at all except for losing to Jean Rabesque every single time you get in the ring with me. Oh, and of course, latching yourself onto someone else’s coattails and letting him take you to great things. I do stand corrected.
“But Cam, for you for one second to say you’re on my level? Are you kidding me Cam??? You’re right up there with me? Damn Cam, I assume you’ve been a world champion all over the globe right? No? How about at least a few world championships? No? A few wins over respectable competition in the last three years? Hmmmm , I guess a no on that one too. Cam, let me spell this out to you in the simplest manner I can. You are a midcarder with moderate ability. There’s nothing wrong with that, because the business will always need people of that mold. But Cam, let’s not try to fool ourselves into believing something that we’re really not, ok? You’ll save us the time, and you the embarrassment.
“Moving on, Joey Melton, I honestly don’t got much. You made it farther than I did even though we got eliminated by the same man, despite what Cameron might think. You won the South in the last week, I didn’t. Who knows, maybe if it wasn’t for the end of the Battle Royal, things might have been different, but right now, I know it doesn’t work that way.
“I guess my only motivation when it comes to you is revenge Joey. I respect you, I really do. I respect what you can do in the ring, and I know what it feels like to be doing it at our age. It’s pretty impressive. I guess my only question for you is.....’What the hell are you doing with Cruise?’
“And finally, Daymon. Tough breaks kid, it’s a shame too, because you seem like one of the few young kids that I encounter anymore that seems to have their head on straight. I’m sure you will turn things around, but I am sorry to inform you that it will not be on my watch. You do have a bright future, and someday, you may just see your name in lights, but in the meantime, don’t get down on yourself, just keep lacing up the boots and going to work every day.
“It’s something that all of us have to go through, when none of the wins are coming and you have to back up a lot of words that often someone else had you say. I got it. But pay attention when the show rolls around kid, because I want you to take some notes. Look real close and you will technical greatness up close unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. You want to know how to do this right? I will show you, hell, a ‘free lesson’ if you will. You’re welcome in advance.
(Rabesque pauses, catching his breath)
“Benjamin, Dodd, you’re two more. I’ve seen what you can do, and I’m sure you know all about me. Should be a hell of a lot of fun. Just stay out of my way and don’t f(FCC)k up, and we’ll get along famously.
“I’m sure I’ll have my words at a later time, but if you’ll excuse me, it’s about time for some important business. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.”
(FADEOUT)
TSiegel
I spoil things.
(Fadein, Cameron Cruise in front of an WFW backdrop.)
CRUISE: Yes Jean, you are a 'Rabesque', CSWA Greensboro and NEW World Heavyweight Champion and one of the few that's been able to do it past forty-years old, no doubt, everyone here...maybe or maybe not your partners and Daymon.....knows that.
The entire WORLD knows that, and it has been forever etched into stone.
But maybe saying that over and over has given you a false hype afterall, I mean if you look at things....collectively....Joey and I have surpassed you in pretty much almost every aspect of this business in the last couple years.
Joey was World Champion for a short period of time and had a girlfriend that actually gave a damn about him, as did myself with Mercedes and grab a Tag title for myself.
You sir....grabbed a World title in a company that hey....let's face it....when it's all said an' done....I may haven't gotten a victory over you yet, but there's really only a few in that roster that can actually provide you with a challenge....whether or not you like it, ME included. You also got the Greensboro title to defend but since we're in agreement on that we're not allowing ourselves to be fools of anything....when was the last time you actually defended that belt.....or do you have to go look that up too??
You see Jean, whether or not you see it in the way I speak to you....I respect you.
Do I like it that we've gone at least six rounds and not one has officially gone in my favor?? 'Course not, but then again...who would??
You talk about my only having minimum success, but then again....I still managed to make the playoffs in NFW even with my being in last place. I started an elimination-style Battle Royale to even see who would rank who and went forty-five minutes, outlasting everyone but the man who would unfortunately fail to defeat a finalist, hell....I even did something that I'm not sure you were even to do that season....PIN THE REGULAR SEASON CHAMPION. All of that which...if measurement's are right as well as the wind factor....I lasted just as long as you did in the playoffs.
Why did I accept Joey's hand?? Because I could and you didn't nor wanted to.
It's true, at first....and at some lengths this minute....I had the utmost hatred for Melton.
But when you're almost a decade younger than your partner and he's got more title reigns and years of experience than you've been eligible to drink and vote....you do what's best.
Fortunately for us....what's best has given us the chance to reap the dividends of a business that quite honestly....needs more excitement than what you've been giving.
Me an' Joey?? We've been packing seats and entertaining the thousands for months now.
I'm even confident enough to the point that I can say that the boss in this company as well as Dan Ryan from EPW are as excited than you'd believe that we're doing what we've been doing for the last year.
Well....maybe not Ryan.
But considering what we've got to work with compared to you.....I don't see much to really argue with at all....do we??
FADE.
CRUISE: Yes Jean, you are a 'Rabesque', CSWA Greensboro and NEW World Heavyweight Champion and one of the few that's been able to do it past forty-years old, no doubt, everyone here...maybe or maybe not your partners and Daymon.....knows that.
The entire WORLD knows that, and it has been forever etched into stone.
But maybe saying that over and over has given you a false hype afterall, I mean if you look at things....collectively....Joey and I have surpassed you in pretty much almost every aspect of this business in the last couple years.
Joey was World Champion for a short period of time and had a girlfriend that actually gave a damn about him, as did myself with Mercedes and grab a Tag title for myself.
You sir....grabbed a World title in a company that hey....let's face it....when it's all said an' done....I may haven't gotten a victory over you yet, but there's really only a few in that roster that can actually provide you with a challenge....whether or not you like it, ME included. You also got the Greensboro title to defend but since we're in agreement on that we're not allowing ourselves to be fools of anything....when was the last time you actually defended that belt.....or do you have to go look that up too??
You see Jean, whether or not you see it in the way I speak to you....I respect you.
Do I like it that we've gone at least six rounds and not one has officially gone in my favor?? 'Course not, but then again...who would??
You talk about my only having minimum success, but then again....I still managed to make the playoffs in NFW even with my being in last place. I started an elimination-style Battle Royale to even see who would rank who and went forty-five minutes, outlasting everyone but the man who would unfortunately fail to defeat a finalist, hell....I even did something that I'm not sure you were even to do that season....PIN THE REGULAR SEASON CHAMPION. All of that which...if measurement's are right as well as the wind factor....I lasted just as long as you did in the playoffs.
Why did I accept Joey's hand?? Because I could and you didn't nor wanted to.
It's true, at first....and at some lengths this minute....I had the utmost hatred for Melton.
But when you're almost a decade younger than your partner and he's got more title reigns and years of experience than you've been eligible to drink and vote....you do what's best.
Fortunately for us....what's best has given us the chance to reap the dividends of a business that quite honestly....needs more excitement than what you've been giving.
Me an' Joey?? We've been packing seats and entertaining the thousands for months now.
I'm even confident enough to the point that I can say that the boss in this company as well as Dan Ryan from EPW are as excited than you'd believe that we're doing what we've been doing for the last year.
Well....maybe not Ryan.
But considering what we've got to work with compared to you.....I don't see much to really argue with at all....do we??
FADE.
Steve
the EX-QUEEN of FW~!
(FADEIN: Joey Melton in front of an WFW backdrop.)
MELTON: What am I doing with Cruise, Jean?
I wake up every day asking myself the same thing. Maybe I just wanted a man prettier than I am, standing next to me in the morning. It's been a rush, what can I say?
We could waste all the time in a day trying to analyze what I'm doing with Cruise, and what he honestly brings to the table in this relationship, but at your age, you don't have time to piss away.
Forty-four years old!
I didn't see that one coming, Jean.
I appreciate the fact that you're man enough to respect the one who's handed you your ass for the last year. You'd be a fool to claim otherwise. I can't say the same. Maybe if you'd accomplish something that'd set you aside from the pack, I'd learn to say your name correctly. You respect me so much, Jean, you wanna be me!
From shamelessly hitting on Troy...
To outting a birth certificate to prove your real age...
Joey Melton becomes wrestler of the year at age 40, and you're engulfed in jealously. You want a pat on the back because you're still upright and terrorizing the minor leagues at age forty-four? I'd worry you're what I have to look forward to, but then...I keep remembering, I'm f*cking better than you in every way.
I beat your old ass up and down the Eastern coast for the last year, Jean, and the best you can do is, "I respect you Mister Melton" and attack Cruise?
Marx's little brother from the Y program can sufficently blast holes in Cameron's professional resume, but he's smart enough to know better. Little kids don't like getting their asses kicked.
It kills you that Cruise is the future of this business, and you're ancient history. The fact of the matter is, his lack of accomplishments is an genius attempt at lulling the lot of you to sleep.
I see what he's capable of every day.
But I still manage to look past it and come to the conclusion that he's holding something back. And I know, no one in their right mind would look that bad purposely, without ryhme or reason.
I chose Cammy because, I wanna be present when he unleashes his secret on an unsuspecting business. That, he, is THE MAN OF THE 21st CENTURY!
Now, enough about old men who never had a glory day to look fondly on.
Match two of ten, and it warms my heart to see Felix has booked us in a more comfortable setting. The Cameron Cruise Project is eye candy, that tastes a little sweeter when you let'em work miracles, and bring the circus into town.
Jean and company, the Project's on a limited run here. A man of your age can appreciate the notion that nothing lasts forever. Eventually, Cammy and I will move on to greener pastures, but until we do, enjoy the work, and the post-match parties that make the NBA player's assosication all-star weekend jams look loaded with moral fiber.
(FTB)
MELTON: What am I doing with Cruise, Jean?
I wake up every day asking myself the same thing. Maybe I just wanted a man prettier than I am, standing next to me in the morning. It's been a rush, what can I say?
We could waste all the time in a day trying to analyze what I'm doing with Cruise, and what he honestly brings to the table in this relationship, but at your age, you don't have time to piss away.
Forty-four years old!
I didn't see that one coming, Jean.
I appreciate the fact that you're man enough to respect the one who's handed you your ass for the last year. You'd be a fool to claim otherwise. I can't say the same. Maybe if you'd accomplish something that'd set you aside from the pack, I'd learn to say your name correctly. You respect me so much, Jean, you wanna be me!
From shamelessly hitting on Troy...
To outting a birth certificate to prove your real age...
Joey Melton becomes wrestler of the year at age 40, and you're engulfed in jealously. You want a pat on the back because you're still upright and terrorizing the minor leagues at age forty-four? I'd worry you're what I have to look forward to, but then...I keep remembering, I'm f*cking better than you in every way.
I beat your old ass up and down the Eastern coast for the last year, Jean, and the best you can do is, "I respect you Mister Melton" and attack Cruise?
Marx's little brother from the Y program can sufficently blast holes in Cameron's professional resume, but he's smart enough to know better. Little kids don't like getting their asses kicked.
It kills you that Cruise is the future of this business, and you're ancient history. The fact of the matter is, his lack of accomplishments is an genius attempt at lulling the lot of you to sleep.
I see what he's capable of every day.
But I still manage to look past it and come to the conclusion that he's holding something back. And I know, no one in their right mind would look that bad purposely, without ryhme or reason.
I chose Cammy because, I wanna be present when he unleashes his secret on an unsuspecting business. That, he, is THE MAN OF THE 21st CENTURY!
Now, enough about old men who never had a glory day to look fondly on.
Match two of ten, and it warms my heart to see Felix has booked us in a more comfortable setting. The Cameron Cruise Project is eye candy, that tastes a little sweeter when you let'em work miracles, and bring the circus into town.
Jean and company, the Project's on a limited run here. A man of your age can appreciate the notion that nothing lasts forever. Eventually, Cammy and I will move on to greener pastures, but until we do, enjoy the work, and the post-match parties that make the NBA player's assosication all-star weekend jams look loaded with moral fiber.
(FTB)
SCENE BEGINS
(We fade, finding the scene within a local gym where some of Seattle's finest come to sharpen their athletic abilities. A long pan gives us a good view of all of the people and their activities occupying the large room. A pair of boxers are engaged in a brief sparring match in the life-sized ring. Other men of varying shapes, sizes, and races can be seen lifting weights or using the equipment. The camera comes to rest on one corner of the room, near a full-sized punching bag.)
(Rocko Daymon is using the bag, sporting black gym shorts, a sleeveless Dillenger Escape Plan T-shirt, and gloves to protect his hands. A small radio sits on a nearby shelf playing some of the oldies from the early to mid-nineties. Currently, "Spoonman" by Soundgarden. He takes a few swings into the large red bag, pacing his breath and his blows to maintain his stamina. After a final right hook, he stills the bag with his hands, regains his breath, and turns to the camera.)
Rocko Daymon
Well... I have to say, this has been a week filled with surprises.
Ever since I saw my name on the bill for Merrython and the names of my opponents, I've been in this gym, honing my skills and my body so that I may be fully prepared for the challenge I'm about to face. Meanwhile, I've had one eye on the television screen... waiting for my opponents to say something.
(He gestures to his left. The camera follows to see a TV hanging on the wall not far away, replaying the last Aaron Rage promo. The camera goes back to Daymon, now with his arms crossed over his chest.)
Rocko Daymon
I had many expectations this week. I expected Sebastian Dodd to come on and talk about how he owes it to the people to end my already unsuccessful career. I also expected Adam Benjamin to come on and talk about the good ol' days when we used to square off in Empire Pro and Global Wrestling Evolution, and how far he's come, how little I've gained, and all that good stuff...
But much to my surprise, the only many on the other team who has said anything about yours truly is Jean Rabesque... the only man who doesn't know me in any way!
(Daymon shrugs.)
Rocko Daymon
If I didn't know any better, I'd say Mr. Rabesque was the only person on his side who actually gave a damn about this match. But I'm sure he has no problems in fighting this thing alone if he has to. From what I've seen in him thus far, he's a no bull**** kind of guy who does his job no matter what the odds are against him.
But...
(Daymon backpedals a few steps, taking a seat on a bench against the wall. He removes his gloves and takes in a deep breath.)
Rocko Daymon
It seems like everywhere I go, there's always the one guy that everybody knows and respects who tells me the same ol' thing. He says, "Rocko, you're a talented guy with a lot of potential, and some day you're going to go far. But that day is not today, cause this is MY time. You'll have yours when mine is over..."
Different voice, every time... different set of lips mouthing the words and different eyes looking into my own. Different names, cities, shows, and federations. But always--ALWAYS... the same damn words. It's like I'm hearing a skipping record.
Leave it to any accomplished man in this industry to carry that kind of ego. Sure, it's great to see some young up-and-comer step into your business looking to be where you are, but you never once think he'll do it while you're still in the game. Leave it to some other shmuck later down the line for that bright-eyed boy to make his mark on.
(With a look of disappointment, Rocko shakes his head.)
Rocko Daymon
I hear it and see it all the time, and I'm being spoon-fed the same crap now, by Jean Rabesque. He says I'll probably go far here in WFW some day, but not now. Not while he stands in my way.
Well my question, Jean, is WHEN will it be my time? I've been hearing the same thing for six years of my life, how my moment in the sun is later, and I STILL haven't seen this prophecized "time of Rocko Daymon." It seems as though before I ever get the chance to make my mark, something sets me back. A fed closes, a bone breaks, a vial of pills get switched... or sometimes, pricks like Sands and Ryan decide to play "invasion" in your fed by bumrushing everybody and anybody behind the scenes whenever they said something negative about them.
My professional wrestling career has had ups and downs... but it's always been hindered by red tape and circumstantial bull****...
(He sighs again, his head hanging low as his eyes drift off into space. He looks absolutely depressed.)
Rocko Daymon
But at the same time... I have only myself to blame. I'm here now because I wasn't strong enough to be anywhere else, and because I lacked the focus and discipline to take me far.
(With an angry, somewhat determined look on his face, Daymon's gaze returns to the camera.)
Rocko Daymon
But like I said, Jean... I've grown tired of it all.
(He comes to his feet, arms crossed over his chest.)
Rocko Daymon
I'm choosing to end it now, with this match... with YOU, the last man to ever say my time is later rather than now. I'm MAKING this MY TIME, and if you intend to stand in my way, then I will shove you aside, regardless of who you are, what you've done, and what you're capable of. I could care less about your reputation, Jean Rabesque... and I can safely say that I don't need any "free lesson" courtesy of you. Besides the fact that I've been in the game for six years, I was taught the only lesson I need to know to beat you from the Christmas Card...
That lesson is, you're only good as your next match.
Forget your successes and failures... forget everything before the moment you step into that ring, from your past few matches to your past few years. When you're in that ring, you and the other guy are just two men, and your win/loss ratio won't come into play. It's just you and your wits. When you're in that situation, if you hope to MAKE that time YOURS, then it's necessary to throw your hopes and dreams out the window and leave everything to your swinging fists.
(Daymon grabs a towel resting on the nearby bench, dries his face, and wraps it around his neck.)
Rocko Daymon
You're quite a man, Rabesque... but when we meet in that ring, you are only that man, and not the god this world sometimes makes you out to be. So forget everything you think you know about me... because like you say, you ARE Jean Rabesque.
And ONLY Jean Rabesque.
(Daymon steps out of frame as we fade to black.)
SCENE ENDS
(We fade, finding the scene within a local gym where some of Seattle's finest come to sharpen their athletic abilities. A long pan gives us a good view of all of the people and their activities occupying the large room. A pair of boxers are engaged in a brief sparring match in the life-sized ring. Other men of varying shapes, sizes, and races can be seen lifting weights or using the equipment. The camera comes to rest on one corner of the room, near a full-sized punching bag.)
(Rocko Daymon is using the bag, sporting black gym shorts, a sleeveless Dillenger Escape Plan T-shirt, and gloves to protect his hands. A small radio sits on a nearby shelf playing some of the oldies from the early to mid-nineties. Currently, "Spoonman" by Soundgarden. He takes a few swings into the large red bag, pacing his breath and his blows to maintain his stamina. After a final right hook, he stills the bag with his hands, regains his breath, and turns to the camera.)
Rocko Daymon
Well... I have to say, this has been a week filled with surprises.
Ever since I saw my name on the bill for Merrython and the names of my opponents, I've been in this gym, honing my skills and my body so that I may be fully prepared for the challenge I'm about to face. Meanwhile, I've had one eye on the television screen... waiting for my opponents to say something.
(He gestures to his left. The camera follows to see a TV hanging on the wall not far away, replaying the last Aaron Rage promo. The camera goes back to Daymon, now with his arms crossed over his chest.)
Rocko Daymon
I had many expectations this week. I expected Sebastian Dodd to come on and talk about how he owes it to the people to end my already unsuccessful career. I also expected Adam Benjamin to come on and talk about the good ol' days when we used to square off in Empire Pro and Global Wrestling Evolution, and how far he's come, how little I've gained, and all that good stuff...
But much to my surprise, the only many on the other team who has said anything about yours truly is Jean Rabesque... the only man who doesn't know me in any way!
(Daymon shrugs.)
Rocko Daymon
If I didn't know any better, I'd say Mr. Rabesque was the only person on his side who actually gave a damn about this match. But I'm sure he has no problems in fighting this thing alone if he has to. From what I've seen in him thus far, he's a no bull**** kind of guy who does his job no matter what the odds are against him.
But...
(Daymon backpedals a few steps, taking a seat on a bench against the wall. He removes his gloves and takes in a deep breath.)
Rocko Daymon
It seems like everywhere I go, there's always the one guy that everybody knows and respects who tells me the same ol' thing. He says, "Rocko, you're a talented guy with a lot of potential, and some day you're going to go far. But that day is not today, cause this is MY time. You'll have yours when mine is over..."
Different voice, every time... different set of lips mouthing the words and different eyes looking into my own. Different names, cities, shows, and federations. But always--ALWAYS... the same damn words. It's like I'm hearing a skipping record.
Leave it to any accomplished man in this industry to carry that kind of ego. Sure, it's great to see some young up-and-comer step into your business looking to be where you are, but you never once think he'll do it while you're still in the game. Leave it to some other shmuck later down the line for that bright-eyed boy to make his mark on.
(With a look of disappointment, Rocko shakes his head.)
Rocko Daymon
I hear it and see it all the time, and I'm being spoon-fed the same crap now, by Jean Rabesque. He says I'll probably go far here in WFW some day, but not now. Not while he stands in my way.
Well my question, Jean, is WHEN will it be my time? I've been hearing the same thing for six years of my life, how my moment in the sun is later, and I STILL haven't seen this prophecized "time of Rocko Daymon." It seems as though before I ever get the chance to make my mark, something sets me back. A fed closes, a bone breaks, a vial of pills get switched... or sometimes, pricks like Sands and Ryan decide to play "invasion" in your fed by bumrushing everybody and anybody behind the scenes whenever they said something negative about them.
My professional wrestling career has had ups and downs... but it's always been hindered by red tape and circumstantial bull****...
(He sighs again, his head hanging low as his eyes drift off into space. He looks absolutely depressed.)
Rocko Daymon
But at the same time... I have only myself to blame. I'm here now because I wasn't strong enough to be anywhere else, and because I lacked the focus and discipline to take me far.
(With an angry, somewhat determined look on his face, Daymon's gaze returns to the camera.)
Rocko Daymon
But like I said, Jean... I've grown tired of it all.
(He comes to his feet, arms crossed over his chest.)
Rocko Daymon
I'm choosing to end it now, with this match... with YOU, the last man to ever say my time is later rather than now. I'm MAKING this MY TIME, and if you intend to stand in my way, then I will shove you aside, regardless of who you are, what you've done, and what you're capable of. I could care less about your reputation, Jean Rabesque... and I can safely say that I don't need any "free lesson" courtesy of you. Besides the fact that I've been in the game for six years, I was taught the only lesson I need to know to beat you from the Christmas Card...
That lesson is, you're only good as your next match.
Forget your successes and failures... forget everything before the moment you step into that ring, from your past few matches to your past few years. When you're in that ring, you and the other guy are just two men, and your win/loss ratio won't come into play. It's just you and your wits. When you're in that situation, if you hope to MAKE that time YOURS, then it's necessary to throw your hopes and dreams out the window and leave everything to your swinging fists.
(Daymon grabs a towel resting on the nearby bench, dries his face, and wraps it around his neck.)
Rocko Daymon
You're quite a man, Rabesque... but when we meet in that ring, you are only that man, and not the god this world sometimes makes you out to be. So forget everything you think you know about me... because like you say, you ARE Jean Rabesque.
And ONLY Jean Rabesque.
(Daymon steps out of frame as we fade to black.)
SCENE ENDS
SteveA
League Member
(The screen comes in on a WFW backdrop, thus stands Jean Rabesque, wearing the norm)
“Well, I guess it looks like I’m fighting this one alone.”
(Rabesque pauses and cracks a hint of a smile, then continues)
“Well, I guess I’ve faced worse before, but hell, I can already tell this isn’t going to be the most fun night of my career. But hell, even one shot at Joey might be enough to satisfy.
“I do find it amusing how you manage to twist the fact that I do respect you and what you’ve done Joey with any kind of envy. Wrestler of the year? Being handed a title on a silver platter doesn’t constitute wrestler of the year, and if I didn’t know any better I’d have to start referring to you by initials or assume you’re sleeping with the bosses’ daughter..... or son, we were really never sure.
“But yeah, you beat me Joey. You through me out of the ring and won the NFW South. Congrats! Ok, that’s over with. Now onto reality, you seem newly obsessed with my age Joey. Maybe that’s for one simple reason..... because you never had a damn clue I’m as old as I am. Maybe that’s because I’ve been able to do what you couldn’t, and beat all of this without whining like a little ***** about it every other spot. I swear to God I couldn’t hear you mention it one more time. It was never a thing to me, it still isn’t now. The fact of the matter is, that 14 year old Jean Rabesque, 28 year old Jean Rabesque, 37 year old, or 44 year old Jean Rabesque can still beat the living hell out of anyone, anywhere. Don’t agree, so be it, but I’ll gladly prove it to the world.
“I don’t care if it’s you Joey, or if it’s Cameron Cruise, Rocko Daymon, or your ***** wannabe girlfriend that I had the distinct pleasure of f(FCC)king with for so many glorious months. You can see what so many have seen and continue to discover, that I still am the best damn technical wrestler alive, and I will be when I’m 54 damn years old.
“Switching to Rocko, you asked the question, when is this going to be your damn. You said that I sound like all the rest Rocko, but I have to throw that one right back into your face. Can you possibly imagine how many young punks I’ve went through in my time, each of which think that they deserve to have something handed to them on a silver platter? Thinking that it’s all ‘their time’ to make the move to the top?
“You wanna know when this is Rocko? It’s when you decide damn well that it is. Quit *****ing about how you can’t get the job done and do the extra work! When you can step into the ring against anybody in this business and BEAT them, then it will be your time. In the meantime, you’re going to continue to be the ‘kid with the potential,’ like it or not.
“You can think you’ve learned it all right now, and you can talk about my ego all you want, but the reality of the situation is Rocko that your arrogance is going to get you killed! What? You don’t need a lesson from? Yeah, your track record sure speaks for itself in volumes Rock, I can tell full well that you have everything figured out. No, you’ve passed me by and you’re ready to become a world champion tomorrow, right kid?
“Or...... maybe not. You could benefit a whole hell of a lot from a little humility. I’m offering you the chance of a lifetime, a clinic, free of charge, on how to become the man. How to become the one that everyone wants at. The man that people join companies just to get at. But no, you don’t need it. You have everything figured out, right?
“Call me when you want to enter the real world.”
(Rabesque pauses for a moment, then continues)
“Speaking of delusion..... how’s it going Cam? I’ll be honest, I’ve just about had my fill of you. Joey and you have surpassed me in the business?
WHAT?
“Are you kidding me Cam. You take credit for this? In simple terms...... Joey Melton + 0 (you) = Joey Melton, and yet, you’re taking credit for this? Yes, you’ve won meaningless tag titles. You advanced in the NFW North, when there were a total of what...... 5 people left? But yes, you made it as far as I did the tournament. That’s sure an equalizer ain’t it? Get a clue Cam.
“You’re not the future, you’re not the past, and you’re most definitely not the present. Hell, I’m all 3. And you said it yourself, what are you against me. If your ‘team’ is so great, last I checked they’re about a collective 1-8 against me. And Joey’s undefeated, how sad is that?
“No, but you go ahead and keep riding those coattails Cam, it’s about all you got. And sure..... you’re entertaining the masses, as a sideshow freak. Good work son.
“That’s about all from me, Dodd..... Benjamin..... do you really need to worry about showing up? I guess I’m going to have to handle this one myself.
“No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.”
(FADEOUT)
“Well, I guess it looks like I’m fighting this one alone.”
(Rabesque pauses and cracks a hint of a smile, then continues)
“Well, I guess I’ve faced worse before, but hell, I can already tell this isn’t going to be the most fun night of my career. But hell, even one shot at Joey might be enough to satisfy.
“I do find it amusing how you manage to twist the fact that I do respect you and what you’ve done Joey with any kind of envy. Wrestler of the year? Being handed a title on a silver platter doesn’t constitute wrestler of the year, and if I didn’t know any better I’d have to start referring to you by initials or assume you’re sleeping with the bosses’ daughter..... or son, we were really never sure.
“But yeah, you beat me Joey. You through me out of the ring and won the NFW South. Congrats! Ok, that’s over with. Now onto reality, you seem newly obsessed with my age Joey. Maybe that’s for one simple reason..... because you never had a damn clue I’m as old as I am. Maybe that’s because I’ve been able to do what you couldn’t, and beat all of this without whining like a little ***** about it every other spot. I swear to God I couldn’t hear you mention it one more time. It was never a thing to me, it still isn’t now. The fact of the matter is, that 14 year old Jean Rabesque, 28 year old Jean Rabesque, 37 year old, or 44 year old Jean Rabesque can still beat the living hell out of anyone, anywhere. Don’t agree, so be it, but I’ll gladly prove it to the world.
“I don’t care if it’s you Joey, or if it’s Cameron Cruise, Rocko Daymon, or your ***** wannabe girlfriend that I had the distinct pleasure of f(FCC)king with for so many glorious months. You can see what so many have seen and continue to discover, that I still am the best damn technical wrestler alive, and I will be when I’m 54 damn years old.
“Switching to Rocko, you asked the question, when is this going to be your damn. You said that I sound like all the rest Rocko, but I have to throw that one right back into your face. Can you possibly imagine how many young punks I’ve went through in my time, each of which think that they deserve to have something handed to them on a silver platter? Thinking that it’s all ‘their time’ to make the move to the top?
“You wanna know when this is Rocko? It’s when you decide damn well that it is. Quit *****ing about how you can’t get the job done and do the extra work! When you can step into the ring against anybody in this business and BEAT them, then it will be your time. In the meantime, you’re going to continue to be the ‘kid with the potential,’ like it or not.
“You can think you’ve learned it all right now, and you can talk about my ego all you want, but the reality of the situation is Rocko that your arrogance is going to get you killed! What? You don’t need a lesson from? Yeah, your track record sure speaks for itself in volumes Rock, I can tell full well that you have everything figured out. No, you’ve passed me by and you’re ready to become a world champion tomorrow, right kid?
“Or...... maybe not. You could benefit a whole hell of a lot from a little humility. I’m offering you the chance of a lifetime, a clinic, free of charge, on how to become the man. How to become the one that everyone wants at. The man that people join companies just to get at. But no, you don’t need it. You have everything figured out, right?
“Call me when you want to enter the real world.”
(Rabesque pauses for a moment, then continues)
“Speaking of delusion..... how’s it going Cam? I’ll be honest, I’ve just about had my fill of you. Joey and you have surpassed me in the business?
WHAT?
“Are you kidding me Cam. You take credit for this? In simple terms...... Joey Melton + 0 (you) = Joey Melton, and yet, you’re taking credit for this? Yes, you’ve won meaningless tag titles. You advanced in the NFW North, when there were a total of what...... 5 people left? But yes, you made it as far as I did the tournament. That’s sure an equalizer ain’t it? Get a clue Cam.
“You’re not the future, you’re not the past, and you’re most definitely not the present. Hell, I’m all 3. And you said it yourself, what are you against me. If your ‘team’ is so great, last I checked they’re about a collective 1-8 against me. And Joey’s undefeated, how sad is that?
“No, but you go ahead and keep riding those coattails Cam, it’s about all you got. And sure..... you’re entertaining the masses, as a sideshow freak. Good work son.
“That’s about all from me, Dodd..... Benjamin..... do you really need to worry about showing up? I guess I’m going to have to handle this one myself.
“No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.”
(FADEOUT)
Steve
the EX-QUEEN of FW~!
(FADEIN: Joey Melton in front of an WFW backdrop.)
MELTON: I'm sorry Jean, did I put words in your mouth?
Maybe you should pay me to start speaking for you. You might finally become something other than the anchor on innocent viewer's attention spans that you are now.
You know, that's exactly what you need. A Queer Eye make over! I know people. The experimentation period of my late 20s could actually see dividends if you take the bold step and agree to be made over. I'll dial the number. This could be the career move that puts you over the top! Your GED, and technical superiority haven't earned you any real money in life, but stick with me Jean. You'll be able to pay for the abortions of your Canadian whores when we're done, as opposed to just fetching the nearest coat hanger.
A bit strong, maybe, but look...here's the pitch. I write for you, Troy does your hair and then we book you a weekend at the Mighty Impala's Africian Palace, where beautiful, native, black women will feed you grapes on a bear skin rug, and read Russian literatures greatest hits to you in front of a raging, gas lit fire. All this in hopes that some of the class and shine that's avoided you like a plague throughout life, seeps in by oasmosis and the good will of others.
Bono and Troy Windham wanna make Trade Fair, and somewhere there's a good Christian family waiting to adopt a sexually abused kid, but that's not me. Charity can't always be wrapped neatly in a box, or done from a safe distance. Some times, you have to get close to the dying animal you're trying to save, and force feed his ignorant, depressed ass.
TRANSLATION: You can be a tax write off, and clear conscience to me.
I don't make this offer to everyone. And you have to act now before it's too late. Look at the poor dumbass who ripped a raw steak with his teeth and mooned Cammy in a promo last month. Where's that neanderthal now? What, you don't think Waldo coulda used my help?
They don't give out Nobel Prizes for saving the career of a lonely, butch Canadian with the people skills of a logger. But, every week millions of people see my reclamation projects. Green Peace claims victory when nuclear waste is cleaned off an ice berg in Santa Town, but how many Americans really give a sh*t?
My work matters, Jean.
In the old days you'd be visited by three ghosts, but they refused the invitation. Apparently even the dead can be bored to sleep. Down in the Underworld, Achilles, Agamemnon, and Odysseus are rolling over in their graves. In their day, great warriors were talked about for ages and ages after their death. What's your excuse?
But, still, you can be saved Jean! You can be saved!
All you have to do is apologize for groping at Troy like a love sick fifth grader, and admit you can't do it alone. Geez man, your own partner doesn't wanna have anything to do with you, and you're nipping at Cammy's heels?
Cameron Cruise, sex demon that he is, has had more World Titles in the past year than you've had good, quality pieces of ass.
Don't be a hater, Jean. It's ugly. And you haven't taken good enough care of your skin to get away with that. The Cameron Cruise Project's THE news item of 2005! My man said it, and dammit, if the Cruise Ship spoke the words, they f*ck well have to be true! We sell out major arenas, irritant. Week in and week out! Not the five thousand seat jobs you take an appearance fee to hit up, raping some poor girl on your way out of town...no, the landmarks that REAL professional athletes play in.
Cammy collects the check, takes a **** in the toliet and Shaq, or one of his brethern comes in the next day and cleans it up. That's how much pull we have. We tear the **** up, and never have to pay a dime. God only knows the damage we'd do in Utah if they'd let us in town! We'd spin Vegas off there like it was a f*cking CBS drama.
Cruise's ambition and talent may be subtle, but yours is damn well dead.
You know what?
Screw it.
I've changed my mind. You CAN'T be saved!
With the polar ice caps melting, Cruise and i just don't have the time to spare to make a man out of a monkey.
TRANSLATION: We rule, you drool.
(FTB)
MELTON: I'm sorry Jean, did I put words in your mouth?
Maybe you should pay me to start speaking for you. You might finally become something other than the anchor on innocent viewer's attention spans that you are now.
You know, that's exactly what you need. A Queer Eye make over! I know people. The experimentation period of my late 20s could actually see dividends if you take the bold step and agree to be made over. I'll dial the number. This could be the career move that puts you over the top! Your GED, and technical superiority haven't earned you any real money in life, but stick with me Jean. You'll be able to pay for the abortions of your Canadian whores when we're done, as opposed to just fetching the nearest coat hanger.
A bit strong, maybe, but look...here's the pitch. I write for you, Troy does your hair and then we book you a weekend at the Mighty Impala's Africian Palace, where beautiful, native, black women will feed you grapes on a bear skin rug, and read Russian literatures greatest hits to you in front of a raging, gas lit fire. All this in hopes that some of the class and shine that's avoided you like a plague throughout life, seeps in by oasmosis and the good will of others.
Bono and Troy Windham wanna make Trade Fair, and somewhere there's a good Christian family waiting to adopt a sexually abused kid, but that's not me. Charity can't always be wrapped neatly in a box, or done from a safe distance. Some times, you have to get close to the dying animal you're trying to save, and force feed his ignorant, depressed ass.
TRANSLATION: You can be a tax write off, and clear conscience to me.
I don't make this offer to everyone. And you have to act now before it's too late. Look at the poor dumbass who ripped a raw steak with his teeth and mooned Cammy in a promo last month. Where's that neanderthal now? What, you don't think Waldo coulda used my help?
They don't give out Nobel Prizes for saving the career of a lonely, butch Canadian with the people skills of a logger. But, every week millions of people see my reclamation projects. Green Peace claims victory when nuclear waste is cleaned off an ice berg in Santa Town, but how many Americans really give a sh*t?
My work matters, Jean.
In the old days you'd be visited by three ghosts, but they refused the invitation. Apparently even the dead can be bored to sleep. Down in the Underworld, Achilles, Agamemnon, and Odysseus are rolling over in their graves. In their day, great warriors were talked about for ages and ages after their death. What's your excuse?
But, still, you can be saved Jean! You can be saved!
All you have to do is apologize for groping at Troy like a love sick fifth grader, and admit you can't do it alone. Geez man, your own partner doesn't wanna have anything to do with you, and you're nipping at Cammy's heels?
Cameron Cruise, sex demon that he is, has had more World Titles in the past year than you've had good, quality pieces of ass.
Don't be a hater, Jean. It's ugly. And you haven't taken good enough care of your skin to get away with that. The Cameron Cruise Project's THE news item of 2005! My man said it, and dammit, if the Cruise Ship spoke the words, they f*ck well have to be true! We sell out major arenas, irritant. Week in and week out! Not the five thousand seat jobs you take an appearance fee to hit up, raping some poor girl on your way out of town...no, the landmarks that REAL professional athletes play in.
Cammy collects the check, takes a **** in the toliet and Shaq, or one of his brethern comes in the next day and cleans it up. That's how much pull we have. We tear the **** up, and never have to pay a dime. God only knows the damage we'd do in Utah if they'd let us in town! We'd spin Vegas off there like it was a f*cking CBS drama.
Cruise's ambition and talent may be subtle, but yours is damn well dead.
You know what?
Screw it.
I've changed my mind. You CAN'T be saved!
With the polar ice caps melting, Cruise and i just don't have the time to spare to make a man out of a monkey.
TRANSLATION: We rule, you drool.
(FTB)
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I spoil things.
I know that it's not going to count, but I felt bad for not being able to RP over the weekend.
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(Fadein, Cameron Cruise in front of a WFW backdrop.)
CRUISE: You know, if you're partners' were to quit being chickensh*ts about it and voice their own opinion Jean, I'd still expect them to come out with something childish and un-original anyway, so yeah Jean.....it's duely noted already....but all surprises aside....you're fighting this one by yourself.
A'matter of fact, you're ALWAYS fighting things by yourself, so what makes this any different??
You know....other than the fact that it's conceiveably a three-on-one match, Rocko Daymon teaming with the publicly-and-self-proclaimed "Greatest Tag Team" in this business, the Cameron Cruise Project.
That 1-8 record you speak of?? Hell Jean, it could be abit better in our favor, that I'll give ya.
But at least a couple of times were screwed over by not just anyone....the same man that gave you that lone loss. The same man that's gotten farther than you have age-involved or not in this business than you ever will.
My own now-a-days tag team partner, Joey Melton.
So tell me this Jean....other than Joey's eagerness to get one over on you again, what's stopping me from doing it this time, now that we're on the same side??
You're partner's? From what I've heard, even THEY could give a damn less about you, they've said so much.
What's even more funny is the fact that the titles and accomplishment's that I've taken credit for....you actually think are meaningless. Why is that Jean?? Perhaps because you're not there to take them all home with you, due to the lack of talent that wants to work with you??
If that's the case then Jean, quit bullsh*tting and find something else to use....or join the party and do something about it.
I made a point about NFW, because even with you leading the league and nearly taking the NFW South, even though you had a good ride at the top for over half the season.....I still did just as well as you.
North, South, East....Canada...it makes no difference what division I was in, Jean. My point was that when I was DEAD LAST in the entire league....how many people cared??
None, and by doing so, allow me to be blunt and make another point while I'm still making the first: I was dead last in NFW....but I still did just as well as you in the playoffs bracket-wise.....I just didn't bore anyone to death while doing it.
Hell, I think I'm probably even as popular as you if not more in NEW....and you're the WORLD CHAMPION!!
With that said, let me reiterate one question for you Jean, as something to think about before we meet in the ring:
What do you do....when the LAST person you expect, beats you in the middle of the ring??
Because like I said....I've given in to Joey's method's of Marketing, and I'll be damned if the SEE-SEE-PEE isn't making the dividends and breaking attendance records at arenas that are near impossible to comprehend....hell, given the proper marquee, I'm almost convinced we could outsell the Olympic Stadium of Athens where to-the-death contests were held....better than the Gladiators!! I've given in Jean....but not on the fact that I still have a shot of getting one over on you.
Without a false Gimmick, without false hype.
Because you ARE Jean Rabesque, that Reality Check is a long time coming....but still something that you just....won't like.
(Fade.)
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(Fadein, Cameron Cruise in front of a WFW backdrop.)
CRUISE: You know, if you're partners' were to quit being chickensh*ts about it and voice their own opinion Jean, I'd still expect them to come out with something childish and un-original anyway, so yeah Jean.....it's duely noted already....but all surprises aside....you're fighting this one by yourself.
A'matter of fact, you're ALWAYS fighting things by yourself, so what makes this any different??
You know....other than the fact that it's conceiveably a three-on-one match, Rocko Daymon teaming with the publicly-and-self-proclaimed "Greatest Tag Team" in this business, the Cameron Cruise Project.
That 1-8 record you speak of?? Hell Jean, it could be abit better in our favor, that I'll give ya.
But at least a couple of times were screwed over by not just anyone....the same man that gave you that lone loss. The same man that's gotten farther than you have age-involved or not in this business than you ever will.
My own now-a-days tag team partner, Joey Melton.
So tell me this Jean....other than Joey's eagerness to get one over on you again, what's stopping me from doing it this time, now that we're on the same side??
You're partner's? From what I've heard, even THEY could give a damn less about you, they've said so much.
What's even more funny is the fact that the titles and accomplishment's that I've taken credit for....you actually think are meaningless. Why is that Jean?? Perhaps because you're not there to take them all home with you, due to the lack of talent that wants to work with you??
If that's the case then Jean, quit bullsh*tting and find something else to use....or join the party and do something about it.
I made a point about NFW, because even with you leading the league and nearly taking the NFW South, even though you had a good ride at the top for over half the season.....I still did just as well as you.
North, South, East....Canada...it makes no difference what division I was in, Jean. My point was that when I was DEAD LAST in the entire league....how many people cared??
None, and by doing so, allow me to be blunt and make another point while I'm still making the first: I was dead last in NFW....but I still did just as well as you in the playoffs bracket-wise.....I just didn't bore anyone to death while doing it.
Hell, I think I'm probably even as popular as you if not more in NEW....and you're the WORLD CHAMPION!!
With that said, let me reiterate one question for you Jean, as something to think about before we meet in the ring:
What do you do....when the LAST person you expect, beats you in the middle of the ring??
Because like I said....I've given in to Joey's method's of Marketing, and I'll be damned if the SEE-SEE-PEE isn't making the dividends and breaking attendance records at arenas that are near impossible to comprehend....hell, given the proper marquee, I'm almost convinced we could outsell the Olympic Stadium of Athens where to-the-death contests were held....better than the Gladiators!! I've given in Jean....but not on the fact that I still have a shot of getting one over on you.
Without a false Gimmick, without false hype.
Because you ARE Jean Rabesque, that Reality Check is a long time coming....but still something that you just....won't like.
(Fade.)