WFW Road To Glory: Copycat & Manson vs. Blue Cat & Mephisto

[PaulNJ21]

This show will be set inside Disneyland to celebrate its 50th Anniversary. Gratitudous Disneyland references win brownie points.

The RP/Angle deadline is Wednesday, August 16th 11:59 PM EST. Send all angles to BOTH pmiller21@gmail.com and sedmunds@goucher.edu

 

[Manson]

The Power of Deathcot

((V/O: Horrifying, cliched laughter. FADEIN: The twisted spiraling tower in hell that is the abode of ULTIMO MEPHISTO. It stands in a field of CGI fire. CUTTO: ULTIMO MEPHISTO, sitting masked and caped and crowned, in his throne holding closed goblets in each hand.))

ULTIMO MEPHISTO: With my power of the 4th dimension, I have affected the WFW to the point that one 3 hour card can seem to take months!! Months!! I savor the taste of my agony spreading slowly until it is the bile that burns away the mouths of the WFW collective!! For yet another tag team victory due to my preternatural power and the aid of the Rainbow Cat, I must now ascend from Ultimo Mephisto....to....ULTIMO MEPHISTO EN FUEGO!!!


That is not all! For I speak to you all from what you know as the future...where the Rainbow Cat and I have vanquished the sexually ambiguous team of Jean Rabesque and Steve Johnson...and due to this great victory....ULTIMO MEPHISTO EN FUEGO granted the Rainbow Cat the most grand of prizes...

I have stolen Christmas!!!

((Raises the goblet on his left hand.))

So it shall be given unto the Rainbow Cat so that will not be a white Christmas...but a blue or a rainbow Christmas.....an EVIL blue or rainbow Christmas. All gifts given will be ...EVIL!!!!

But then...I, Prince of Lies and the Ever-Arching Inferno thought, why should I not have a holiday to myself?

((Raises the goblet in his left hand.))

Thus, I have stolen Labor Day!!!!

It shall now be....ILL-BEGOTTEN LABOR DAY!!!

And what shall be the very sybmol of this holy day of Mephisto?

((CUTTO: Outside, beyond the tower where beyond the fires looms....the EPCOT CENTER!!!))

((CUEUP: Canned horrible, villainous laughter))

From the land of disney....I take my new castle....thus now called....the DEATHCOT CENTER!!!

Within, the masses shall witness my greatest tag team triumph!!

((SHOT EXPANDS to show a MICHAEL MANSON scarecrow crucified to the wall.))

YOUUU!! PRETENDER I NAME YOU!! You pray to me every night but refuse to acknwoledge my sovereignty!! I will feast on your bones and gain no wisdom!! You cannot protect the False cat, the Copycat!! He shall be dismemebered along with you!!!

He is the sacrifice the real Cat, the Rainbow Cat, and I will make to ourselves at the moment of our glory to make ourselves more powerful than ever!! You shall be given up too!! The pot of offal you call a soul will be lost in the acidic maze of my intestines and I will vomit it out and drown you and the PRETENDER CAT together!!!!

At the land of disney, it shall be your nightmare come to life!!!!

 

[GARTHIsTheLaw]

Impasse

(Cueup: Various and assorted crowd noise, along with someone singing "Livin' on a Prayer" by Bon Jovi in an excruciatingly off-key manner)

(Fade in on the interior of what looks like a karaoke bar at Disneyland. Or, like...Mickey's Karaoke or something. I don't know what they have there. If they don't have karaoke bars, suspend your disbelief. Anyway, some drunk guy with a very pronounced sweat stain around the neck of his T-shirt is belting out the last few lines of "Livin' on a Prayer," while the crowd pretty much sits there indifferent)

Drunk Guy: OHHHHHH, WE'RE HALFWAY THERE...WHOA-OH, LIVIN' ON A PRAYER...TAKE MY HAND, WE'LL MAKE IT I SWEAR...WHOA-OH, LIVIN' ON A PRAYER...OHHHHHH WE'RE HALF--(interrupted)

DJ: Alright! That was Steve with "Livin' on a Prayer."

(The crowd remains indifferent as Steve throws up the metal horns and stumbles offstage)

DJ: Up next we've got James. James, are you out there?

(A figure comes out of the crowd to take the stage. When he's handed the mic and turns toward the camera, we can see it's Copycat)

DJ: Hey...are you...?

Copycat: Copycat? Yeah.

DJ: Hey, listen up, folks! We've got a big name onstage here -- this is the WFW World Champion, Copycat!

(The members of the crowd who follow wrestling enough to know who he is start cheering)

Copycat: FORMER WFW World Heavyweight Champion.

DJ: Former? What happened, man?

Copycat: How 'bout you just play my song?

DJ: Alright, fair enough.

(The DJ cues up the song as Copycat sits down on the stool provided, microphone in hand)

Copycat:
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

(Copycat's voice cuts in as a voice/over)

Copycat V/O: So I've been here more than a week -- at "The Happiest Place on Earth," as they like to call it -- trying to figure out what I feel right now. I don't want anyone to get the impression that I'm sitting around my hotel room, eating ice cream and watching my cage match with Manson over and over again, or anything like that. I'm not depressed. But I'm not happy, either. And I'm trying to figure out just where in the middle I stand right now. I'm not sure why, but I feel like I need to get some bearing on my current situation before I can really do anything about it.

Copycat:
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then, I walk alone

Copycat V/O: On the one hand, I know the way Anarky beat me only proves once again that he can't beat me by himself -- he always needs the help of hhis three buddies. But at the same time, I knew I'd be fighting four guys all by myself, and the fact that I knew this in advance and still couldn't do anything to stop it makes me question how useful it was to know in the first place. Manson's appearance helped me a little, but that's still four-on-two. No one can be expected to win against those odds. And yet...I feel like there must be SOMETHING I could have done. I just don't know what.

Copycat:
Read between the lines
What's messed up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs and know I'm still alive
And I walk alone
I walk alone, I walk alone
I walk alone, I walk a...

Copycat V/O: I've got a match at Road to Glory, but it's of no importance. Blue Cat and Mephisto may have proved themselves formidable as a team against Johnson and Rabesque, but in the end, they aren't going to have any bearing on my future. That future is the title rematch I've got coming up against Anarky. Plus Manson, plus the winner of the So Cal Rumble. Three challengers to Anarky's title -- maybe a way of evening out the unfair odds he brings to every match?

Copycat:
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ahhhh-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, I walk alone, I walk a...

Copycat V/O: I don't know. I doubt it. Or maybe I don't. I don't know WHAT the hell I know right now. I wish there were some less emo way of saying it, but there isn't. Being numb to the world is not a good way to spend two weeks at Disneyland. And it's sure as hell not a good way to go into a wrestling match. I know the importance of that psychological factor. Trouble is, the only way to get that psychological edge back is to snap out of this rut...and the only way to snap out of this rut is to get that psychological edge back. Thus, a dilemma.

Copycat:
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one, and I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then, I walk alone

Copycat V/O: I made myself an ultimatum. By the time Road to Glory rolled around, I'd have to figure out a direction for myself. I'd have to figure out what my feelings are, I'd have to figure out what I'm going to do about those feelings, and I'd have to figure out how I'm going to get my title back from Anarky. Now...the interesting thing is, I've figured out how I can get my title back from Anarky. I just don't want to do it. I told myself I wouldn't do it. But after all this time here, I still haven't figured out how to deal with number one or number two -- only number three. So I updated my ultimatum. And if I still can't make it through step one or step two, I'm going to skip straight to step three. I'll be mad at myself for it. But if it's the only way, then it's the only way. I know myself well enough to know when it's time for a last resort.

DJ: Alright! Ladies and gentlemen, that was James, a.k.a. Copycat! Let's hear it for him!

(Copycat hands off the mic and walks offstage, ignoring the applause)

Copycat V/O: I don't want now to be that time. But if now is that time...then that's how it has to be.

(Fade out)

 

[GARTHIsTheLaw]

Fireworks

OORP: Apologies for the lateness. Frickin' board ate my promo last night.

(Cue festive Disney-type music)

(Fade in on a stunning fireworks display against a starlit sky. Audience noise can be heard in the background. The camera begins panning back and we see that the fireworks are going off over Cinderella's Palace -- at least I think it's Cinderella's Palace, I can't remember if that's what it's called. The pan back continues, with walls and trees coming into view, then children perched on their parent's shoulders. The crowd noise increases in volume as members of the audience shout, clap and cheer. The panning back continues, catching glimpses of people on the outside of the main crowd, trying to get as close as they can. As the pan continues, we see people scattered around the area adjacent to the square where the fireworks ceremony is taking place. The pan finally stops as a figure sitting on a bench comes into view. The camera focuses on the figure, revealing that it's Copycat. He sits with his head down and his right hand at the side of the head. He appears to be on the phone. Crowd noise is filtered out and we can hear Copycat clearly)

Copycat: I know. I know I said today, but I need more time. There's still time before the show, and I need as much as possible. Of course I realize that won't leave you with much time, but I need to do this. I can't just rush into this decision. Yes, rush. I know it's been two weeks, but under the circumstances, even that isn't much time. No, I...look. I realize I'm being kind of a pain in the ass about this. I realize it, okay? But surely you, of all people, understand what a difficult decision this is for me, and surely you can understand that I need as much time as possible. Yeah. Exactly. I'd do the same thing for you. You can count on that. Alright. Thanks for understanding. I appreciate it. I promise I'll get you an answer as soon as I can. Right. I'm going to do whatever--

(Copycat is interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing. He reaches his right hand -- which we can now see is empty -- to his pocket and pulls out a cell phone, then pushes a button and puts the phone to his ear)

Copycat: Hello?

(Fade out)

 

[Manson]

The Magic Kingdom

((FADEIN: The middle of the night at Disneyland, the sky lit up with rainbow barrage of fireworks. In the distance, Epcot Center is missing, havng been stolen and taken into hell by Mephisto, but Cinderella's castle still looms largely. MICHAEL MANSON, in black "Son of Pez" t-shirt and leather pants wanders out of the exit for Space Mountain. He rocks his head back and forth on his neck.))

MANSON: Now that's just anyone with a neck injury needs. Sure, 4 out of 5 doctors will say a high-risk ride like that is threatening, and I might have paid off the 5th doctor for his opinion, but my neck feels good as new. After years of putting it through inhuman punishment, I thought it'd only take a spot of pez, and then I'd be good to go.

Now I need surgery, painkillers, 14 turns on Space Mountain, and while I'm getting all of this done, some guy is walking around with my own gimmick.

((CUTTO: RAYNE who stumbles out of Space Mountain in a Mephisto mask, one that obviously doesn't fit since she keeps walking into benches and poles.))

I sold that whole "Mephisto" deal 5 years ago to some kid, and I have no idea who's using it these days, and quite honestly, I didn't care. Not even when he started showing up around WFW. It was a great distraction that I was able to use to my advantage and it created all sorts of the chaos that I enjoy.

But now, now everyone is saying this is me, as if I would sound like a drugged-out 80's reject trapped in a Satanic roleplaying game. Worse, he's coming after the people I should be coming after. I'm the one who should exacting bloody revenge on Copycat by wretcing his teeth loose with a rusty pair of pilers.

Instead, I actually have to run out there and try and save him because...well...when someone is getting mutilated...and Michael Manson isn't doing it....it's just not right. And, of course, Copycat had to go and lose the WFW World title he won off me. Something that never should have happened, but with time against me, my neck weakening by the week, and circumstances betraying me, I couldn't help it. At the time.

And Copycat wore the belt for less time than it takes a teenager to ejaculate...a title I spent a whole year making into the most prestigious in the world...and he loses it to Anarky of all people. He should have just mailed the thing back to me instead of losing it to my third-rate former lackey. But I only have to wait a few more weeks to take care of that myself. And Copycat for that matter.

In the meantime, I'm perfectly willing to team with him to dispense of this Mephisto. Most people would probably assume I'd turn on him, or he'd turn on me, and while I wouldn't blame him, I want this pretender gone as much as anyone. He's cutting in on my merchandising sales. And I thought I had an iron grip on the disenchanted, lost teenaged demographic...but...what can I do?

And he has the Rainbow Cat with him..

((Manson looks over to Rayne.))

Take off the mask.

RAYNE: Really?

MANSON: And put on the Rainbow Cat one.

((Rayne sighs and exchanges masks, then walks into Mickey Mouse. Furious, she begins slapping and clawing at him, until she has him in a stranglehold on the ground. Manson shrugs.))

Anyway, Copycat has history with this Blue, Rainbow, Hysterical, whatever Cat...and last I checked he was Sean Edmunds. He probably still is, though he seems to have vanished since losing the presidency to Felix Red, and hey, I did vote for Felix.

I already voted to vanquish Sean Edmunds from the world...so this is just another step in that direction.

So while Copycat probably mistrusts me...I'm more than content to wait until the Superbowl to settle old scores...and for this week....I can take care of new ones...an crush the dreams of young, upstart wrestlers who might have promising futures in the industry once they unmask.

But someone's got to do it.