WFW Merrython: Steve Johnson/Aaron Rage/Mike Lane vs. Unnamed Bastard/Luster

[PaulNJ21]

Mike Lane may not show so most likely this is a two on two.

The RP/angle deadline is Friday, February 25th 11:59 PM EST. Send all angles to pmiller21@gmail.com

 

[Alex Miami]

(Cut to Steve Johnson standing in front of a WFW backdrop wearing his Ohio State Letterman Jacket, a black t-shirt, and faded blue jeans. He is smiling at the camera)



SJ: I can’t believe I am standing here just a few days after winning my first match. Not only do I have a contract, but I am standing in the very same place that guys like Jean Rabesque and Manson, cut the promos that helped propel them to their successes here in the WFW.



(He takes a second to turn around and rub his hand on the WFW backdrop and then takes a deep breath.)



SJ: You can almost smell the sweat and tears that were spilled here in efforts to achieve perfection. Perfection is an interesting concept, some people pay lip service to it other people (points to himself and begins to look serious) do whatever they can to ensure they achieve it. I spent my entire amateur career striving for it and it turned into two national championships. My professional career is another story.



(Cut to clips of the BAD Battle Royal: Luster spearing Steve Johnson into the chain link fence. Cut Next to: Adam Benjamin giving Steve Johnson a Reverse Death Valley Driver. Cut Next to: UB holding Steve Johnson by the hair near an open Flame.)



SJ: In 20 minutes I took a worse beating than I have ever taken in my ENTIRE life. I know some of these guys like Jared Wells, Luster, Thirteen, and UB relish this hardcore debauchery but keep in mind that is not WRESTLING. Luster you came after me my last match with reckless abandon, not trying to win the match but to end my career, and for what some gold? The chance to be beaten to a pulp by a wrestler far better than you, c’mon you wrestling for a title is like Rutgers competing for a National Championship. Luster you are a thug, and in your hardcore world I(points at camera) BEAT you. In this tag match you enter my world. There is no chair, no lighter, and no chance you can outwrestle me.



Now there is UB, what is there to say about a man who hides his face until the match? You talk a big game, you beat the hell out of me but when it came down to crunch time where were you? You had your back on the pavement while I had my arm raised in victory. You talked about a title shot and ended up having your career shot by a rookie. I don’t plan on making a name for my self by beating you; I plan on making a name for my self by beating you twice.



(Fade to Black.)

 

[ChrisHorowitz]

(White Text, Black Screen.)

Strange rumblings surround us, the grace of unbridled power finds its way to the next bump in the road. The equation is in place, little of significance impedes this man.

There is no stopping this force, for the quest for perfection leaves those investigated conquered. Their destruction is not one simply of body, their mind is also left trampled underfoot.

Any concept they have learned about the importance of skill, the roles of savvy and strategy will not hold up in this triumph of power and might. The advantage of the aggressor, the victory of the superior will be undeniable.

The weak have begun their pitiful prayers to be saved.

Those lacking in faith have put their time into work outs, study, and meditation.

Both of these paths lead to the same destination.

That destination is obvious and does not need to be stated here.

This warning is not one that can be heeded. He will not allow for escape, only submission, and true submission will only be seen as cowardice and punished accordingly. The cowards may have the mental strength to accept their fate, but their lack of physical strength is only made more glaring.

Those who believe they have the physical strength to attack in the ring will be punished even more swiftly, for their hubris is greater than that of every nation on earth.

To think a single man can defeat a specimen perfectly constructed for battle is that hubris written of in Herodetus. It can be seen in the words spoken already, it can only lead to disaster for the ordinary man, and the elevation of the superior warrior.

 

[coolmint21]

Don't Be Scared

FADEIN: The camera is backstage in Luster's Lockerroom. The lockerroom smells like sex and booze. Replays of Luster's last match is playing on the TV.

Luster: Yeah, take that, b*tch. You know my name. Take that.

(Luster is yelling and carrying on about something. The camera zooms in and seems Luster is hitting a punching bag. Luster has been training alot lately because of his recent unsuccessful comeback. Luster has not won a match since his return. He is not pleased about that at all.)

(Luster turns to the camera. Luster wearing a black "Luster is Back" t-shirt.)

Luster: Luster gots to say hello to all his b*tches. Luster is here and he ain't f*ckin' around anymore. Luster gots to make a name for himself, again. Luster fills the seats everynight along with guys like Manson, Hart, Copycat, and whoever else because I don't care and I get screwed out of wins. People gang up on me and take me out first because they how much of a force Luster is inside the ring.

Luster: Guys like Steve Johnson and Aaron Rage don't even have pubs. Luster gets things done whether it is backstage or in the ring. He may not win but he takes it to the extreme. Luster was gettin' laided and wrestlin' when they were both since in their Dad's bag.

Luster: Luster will continue making the name for himself as he has always been doin' and if you need something done you ask Luster.

Luster: Just today I beat done a pimp that was givin' my girl a problem. Don't f*ck with Luster.

Luster: My match at Merrython will prove how much of a force Luster is and always has been. I will break my foot off into SJ's and Rage's ass. I will show them what going to the extreme means.

FADEOUT: Luster turns back to the punching bag.

 

[Murphy]

Rage and SJ to kick ASS!

(FADEIN: Aaron Rage is in a locker room sitting on the edge of his seat watching a television with a serious look on his face. The camera turns to the television and sees that Rage is watching the WFW divas in a bra 'n' panties match. He hears a knock on the door and quickly changes the station to his match at Christmas Card. He gets up and walks to the door and opens it.)

Rage: Well hello Postman Pat.

Postman: Sir, my name is actually James not Postmm... (Rage interrupts Postman)

Rage: Now listen Postman Pat, you did a real good job of handing out those Rage Blast tickets before Christmas Card. Are you seeing this? (Rage points to the TV where a reply of his match is seen.) I was dominating that match. It took nearly all of them teaming up on me to eliminate me. And at Merrython it's going to be two on two. It's going to even. So hears what I want you to do. (Rage reaches for his back pocket.) I want you to give these to the Unnamed Bastard and to Luster. Now go Postman Pat.

(The camera shows Rage giving the Postman two Rage Blast Tickets. The Postman leaves. Rage shuts the door and then turns and faces the camera.)

Rage: Now I want to talk to the two of you who think you are good enough to beat me and SJ at Merrython. Luster, I'm wondering how you can focus on wrestling when you have all those STD's growing on your genital area. And how could you! How could you pimp your own mother. That's how I found out about the STD's. I ran into her the other day standing under a red light somewhere. I was taking my Dodge Viper for a cruise and I came to a red light. Some old, dirty mole came over to my car and I picked the similarity right away. I gave her $5 and she told me everything about you. She even said that some of your STD's came from her.... sexually. You sick bastard. That's what the match should be at Merrython. AzA Rage & SJ Versus Unnamed Bastard and Sick Bastard. I want you to do something for me. Go to a doctor, get all that s##t fixed up before Merrython so you can concentrate on losing against me and SJ.

(Rage picks up the remote and stops the video as he gets a little more serious to address the man who cost him to be eliminated at Christmas Card, Unnamed Bastard.)

The Unnamed Bastard. Now you listen to me, and you listen real hard. At Christmas Card you try to choke me out with Christmas lights, and then you cost me the match by hitting me in the back of the head with a cash register which set me up for the Holy Ghost Powerbomb. So now it is your turn. You better start watching your back around this place. But soon enough there will be nowhere to hide when Merrython comes around. All you do is write messages on boards talking about power, might, strength and will. You bring you ass to the ring and I'll give you an example of all of them. Yes, there is going to be a supreme warrior at Merrython... And it's gunna be me!

(Rage leaves the room and the camera focuses on the TV where Rage stopped it and it is paused on a shot of Rage putting UB through a wooden table with a Rage Bomb at Christmas Card.)

(FADEOUT)

 

[Alex Miami]

(Fade into Steve Johnson standing in a locker room at a local gym. He is wearing baggy red and silver Ohio State mesh shorts and a black tank top. He looks like he just finished working out as he is covered in sweat and wiping himself off with a towel. Inside his locker sit a variety of protein bars and nutritional supplements. He sits down on the bench in front of his locker leans his back against the locker takes a deep breath and begins to speak.)



Steve Johnson: Victory does not begin on the mat, but it begins weeks and months before the match. I don’t rely on catchy clichés or chair shots to get over; I make it a goal to be in better shape and a harder worker then whoever I wrestle. My goal isn’t to be better than my opponent, but it is to be perfect. I do not want to be perfect for my sake, but for the sake of the poor guy who comes to Merrython from Hoboken making 9 bucks an hour. He puts down part of his salary to have a drink and watch a match not because he loves wrestling as much as we do, but because he wants to get lost in what we do. I can’t recall the countless times people filled the stands at Ohio State to watch amateur wrestling, not because they knew the rules, but because they wanted to forget about their lives for a while. I don’t wrestle for the money, I don’t wrestle for the girls, I wrestle for fans like that.



(Points to the camera and his voice picks up sounding a bit antagonistic)



SJ: Who do you wrestle for Luster? What brings you to match? Other than chasing past glory, your time has come and gone. All you are left with are the memories made of some match with some other guy past his prime that even fans like me can’t remember. What kind of force are you? Do you think anyone in the stands is putting their but down in a seat to watch you wrestle? NO! They do however spend money to make sure that guys like you never win. They put their paychecks down to watch me beat you, pin you, and then just like the fans forget about you.



Now UB, who are you really? Do you hide behind a screen and white text because you fear peopling seeing the emotions behind the words? Do you also hide behind those big words like hubris and Herodetus, what the hell does any of that mean? You sound like a College Professor who has lost his way. I may not know what those mean, but I do know this no body cares what they mean. You take power in being this unknown force constructed for battle, but at the Pay Per View, you got taken down by an unknown force, and that was me. The title shot you wanted I took, because as good as you are constructed for battle, I was made better.



(He stands up and begins to stare at the camera with a stern look on his face. His forehead begins to wrinkle as he begins to speak slowly.)



SJ: At the Pay Per View you both had your chance to put me out in a match that was meant for men like you. At Merrython get ready to be put out in a match that was meant for me. Neither of you will be able to rely on chairs, lighters, or cash registers to put me or Rage down. We have all fought, but can either of you wrestle?



(Fade out as Steve Johnson glares at the camera with icy resolve in his eyes.)

 

[coolmint21]

Nobody punks out, Luster

FADEIN: The camera zooms into an oil painting of Luster riding a panther. Camera turns towards Luster. Luster is sitting in his locker room while ladies are dancing around him. He is watching some match at some show. On the footage Luster lands the Funk and Wagnall and proceeds with the pin.

Luster: Yeah that’s what Luster is talkin’ about. Pin that mothaf*cka.

Luster: Ladies, go dance for Shawn Hart. He needs more passengers on his Boogie Bus or whatever the hell it is.

(Ladies leave the locker room.)

Luster: Luster is a changed man. He don’t need the ladies. His life is wrestling now. Luster will rise to the occasion and beat both Steve Johnson and Aaron Rage by himself. He don’t need a partner. Luster will beat both of you so badly that you won’t make it the next show.

Luster: Oh and Steve-o don’t try to punk Luster. That only makes Luster mad. The fans come to see Luster not the likes of you. I am a force, Mandingo. Nobody f*cks with Luster.

(There is knock at Luster’s door.)

Luster: Come in, ladies.

WFW Staff member: There is someone here to see you.

Luster: Let him in.

(A midget enters the locker room dressed like Aaron Rage.)

Luster: Hey Aaron Rage how are you?

Midget Rage: I’m good but don’t make me mad or I will…

Luster: You’ll do what, main squeeze?

Midget Rage: Hit you with my Rage Blast.

(Luster pushes him down and Midget Rage stands up and tries to lift up Luster. He struggles and finally falls down.)

Luster: Get out of here, Rage.

Midget Rage: But I’m a street fighter.

Luster: Go, mandingo.

(Midget Rage leaves the locker room. Luster turns to the camera.)

Luster: You gots to do better then that at Lusterthon. Luster will earn a victory. Both of you little boys will know the force that is Luster.

FADEOUT: Luster grabs his crotch as the scene fades to black.

 

[Alex Miami]

(Fade into Steve Johnson standing in front of the WFW backdrop, wearing his blue trunks and white boots. He has a large smile on his face as he begins his interview.)



Steve Johnson: Talk is cheap! I can tell everyone I am a gangster, (does hand quotation thing and speaks mockingly) I love da hoes, but will anyone really care? NO! Does anyone care about Luster? Probably not. He had his glory days, and his career is now one of what was instead of what it will be. Luster you can threaten me, show up with midgets dressed up as my partner, and parade around a bunch of nice women whom you have corrupted but that won’t win you the match. What I do guarantee is after this match there will be a warm seat for you in some Mexican Locker room next to “El Jefe” and “El Amador de Tacos.” I don’t fear you, I know you can’t outwrestle me, and I expect you to lose and lose quickly.



My only goal isn’t to beat you, but it is to ensure that you and everything you stand for is decimated after this match. In our profession there is no room for wannabe pimps like you, and your mistreatment of woman. We are here to entertain the fans and I guarantee you, the loudest cheer of the night wont be for Steve Savoy, Manson, or Rabesque, but it will come after everyone realizes the fraud that you are.



(Fade out as he walks away.)

 

[Murphy]

(FADEIN: The camera is focused on a red traffic light. The camera starts to move down and Aaron Rage can be seen with a microphone in his hand with the WFW logo on it and he is dressed in a black suit with a blue shirt and white tie on. He has an earpiece in also.)

Rage: We apologise for this interruption to your regular WFW programme. I'm here standing under this red light on a mission... I'm looking for a very famous person who is well known on the streets and who's son is a well known has-been on the WFW screen. If you're still guessing who I am talking about it is no other than Luster's mother. Now we've been standing under this red light now for about two hours and there is still no sign of the dirty prostitute, or as she is known to Luster, Momma Ho. Now hang on a second.... (Luster presses his earpiece onto his ear) Yes we are just getting word that Momma Ho is actually working at the moment so we won't be able to get an interview with her for another half an hour or so. That's pretty good work on a whole football team! Since we won't be able to interview Luster's mother this evening here at Red Light Central I'll just have to give the weather report... Well WFW listeners, Merrython is just around the corner and it is bringing appauling conditions. There's going to be an extremely unstable blow from Rage and SJ and it is definately going to devastate the UB and Luster regions causing blackouts for several hours. And ladies and gentlemen, it's not going to stop there. We have more heavy downpours of Rage and SJ to come. All we can do is warn our viewers to stay clear of the destruction path that Rage and SJ will leave. Unfortunately, UB and Luster are right in the middle of the devastation and maybe, just maybe, they might come out alive. Now we will return you to your regular viewing of WFW. This is Gunna B Pain, reporting for WFW news.

(The camera leaves Rage and focuses on the red traffic light. FADEOUT)

 

[ChrisHorowitz]

(Black Text White Screen.)

Everything dies, that's a fact.

The problem with those living today is they are unaware of this. Steve Johnson is one of them.

He is not aware of his limitations.

He is unaware of his mortality.

He is not aware of every wart upon his career that will prevent him from winning this matchup.

If he cannot even understand the problem, how can he hope to overcome the massive physical chasm that exists between he and a perfect specimen.

His partner exists much as he does, but it is doubtful that he could ever even understand that a problem exists, let alone solve the problem.

Not that either does.

A further problem with the homosapien is that is still cannot realize its own limitations and inferiority even after it has been clearly stated in front of its own eyes.

The ego, a quality ripped out of the genetic makeup of homosuperior is the main cause of this failing, but there are others.

Mankinds general ignorance is the other main contributing factor, and this ignorance will survive no matter how many beatings are visited upon it.

It can survive the harshest winters, the most fierce battles, and the dead of space.

But just because man can survive at some low pathetic level does not mean he is a match for the warrior that has been bred for this battle.

He can limp away from defeat with some genetic material remaining, but he will not be recognizable as who he once was.

He will only be seen as one of the many victims of the new assembly line of destruction, infused with a philosophy of overwhelming strength and the ability to remove consciousness in an instant.