WFW Road To Glory: So Cal Rumble (EVERYONE)

[John Doe]

FADEIN….

John Doe sitting at a table at Walt Disney world. He is wearing a black shirt with the Mickey Mouse logo in white. On top of his head Mickey Mouse ears as he picks up a oversized cheese burger and bites into it. The ketchup goes all over the place with the lettuce and tomatoes he cleans off his face with a napkin.

DOE: “Damn cheaply made sandwiches!”

He slams his fist on the table as his coke goes everywhere even on him. Doe jumps to his feet

DOE: “AH! I look like I pissed myself! God d*mn soda!”

The camera turn to show Donald Duck with a hand over his mouth pointing at Doe acting like he is laughing.

DOE: “Shut the hell up. You’re the idiot walking around dressed as a f*cking Duck.”

Doe starts to walk the park

DOE:

“God, 3 days in Disney world will drive a man mad. Now, I am not saying the rides are all that bad, I think I rode the Rockin Roller Coaster about 12 times and been in the tower of terror at lest 5. But so far the tea cups and it’s a small world after all are really in my top three”

“Not to say that this place is all that bad, it’s just the people you find floating around in the park that piss you off. Like I swear to God himself I saw Rocko Daymon riding a Merry-Go-Round. But hey who am I to say I saw him doing that.”

“But we can’t all forget Daymons' beautiful speech about me. I mean I heard the whole gimmick before. The whole ‘Pull your head out your ass and grow up’. I guess I have been kind of childish haven’t I Rocko. I am sorry I can’t compare to your caliber of adult. But one day I not only plan on succeeding that feat but pinning you in the ring.”

“And I am not going to be a jerk Rocko, look forward to seeing you in the ring. Just to show you what I have learned since out little encounter at Christmas Card, that was a close match but neither of us was a victor in that Battle Royal. And it seems it keeps ending like that Rocko, where neither of us can prove our true strength in the ring. Even at Ghoulish Games, we battled our little hearts out, neither of us could defeat the other. Ending in a count out.”

“Even though I know you would hate to admit it Rocko, we have more in common than you will ever know. We both strive for the best, and we never have defeated the other on a one on one basis. And one day I would like to prove how great of a show we can put. But the end result will be what we all would assume. Either a tie. Or I would win over the veteran. And I know you couldn’t stand to see either of them Rocko. Sadly enough you remind me of, well, me”

“But there is something else you remind me of. A slinky. Yes, that toy, you know…’It’s Slinky’ It’s Slinky’. Yeah, you and slinky click like cheese on fries. Do you know why Rock? Because slinky is cool, you can do anything with it. Until you bend it out of shape, and once slinky is bent, slinky ain’t gonna work the same. You Daymon are just like Slinky, you get in the ring, and the very second the tide turns, you lose thought, your mind slowly snaps, bending out of shape, then you are useless to your self and others. Once the smallest dent penetrates slinky it’s garbage.”

“Rocko, you keep idolizing the fact that I am no man, that I am full of crap, nothing more than a lip jacking-sh*t talker. Rocko, you were always good on contridicting yourself, just like that time that you said I should stop using excuses and in the end you were the one finding every excuse for your losses. And just like then...you do it again. By telling me I am the sh*t talker. YOU, the one some how accuses me of being full of ADD, YOU the one who says I am less than a man, YOU that says I am a fool. And I am the sh*t talker? Good God Rocko, how do you live with yourself?”

“Even in the midst of me doing something that everyone saw as impossible you still try to beat me down. Telling me that my victory over Douglas was feeble. FEEBLE DAYMON?! It is feeble when you face a man in the ring, it is feeble with you beat a man by pin. It is great when you defeat a man who knows you inside out, and you face him in his own game. Douglas was KNOWN for his abilities to defeat men in life altering situations, like an Inferno Match. He was the king of these in GWE. But you wouldn't know any of that would you Rocko? You focus on just attacking me constantly with your insulting promotions.”

“Rocko, like you said, you can rehash the same stuff I do, you can’t, because it won’t equal up to me, to my level."

"And frankly, I think you should be the one to put up or shut up Rocko."

"You were the one at Ghoulish Games talking yourself up so much, that I wouldn’t never be able to stop a man like you, that it would be quick and easy. Yet here we are and I stated the fact already, you haven’t beating me yet Rocko. You haven’t even came close to shutting me up as you so well claim, and even to that extent you still haven’t kicked my ass.”

“Here’s a News Flash for you Rocko: As I recall I was whooping your ass at Christmas Card, as I recall I kicked out after every attempt you made to defeat me. But hey like you said. No Excuses for not winning. Right Rock?”

“But enough about you Rocky boy. I think I am going to focus my attention on Mr. Cruise. And his good looking wife.”

“Let my ask you something Cruise, why are you running your mouth? Trying to show us you still got something in you, something that we should all fear? I am sorry Cruise I ain’t feeling it, all I feel is the hard on I get looking at your wife.”

“By the way Cammy, last time I counted there was more than four people in this match up…or did you some how forget what number is after 3?”

“But hey good for you I am glad you can show us you are on top of the game with racing cars, nice to know we got the next Jeff Gordon right here at WFW. But hell Cruise, I have total faith in you, in your ability to wrestle."

"And like you said, I have never defeated you in the ring. Which is a pitty, And you my friend I will truly say are one of the best that I have faced. But isn’t it time for a change, I mean we live in a world of change do we not? And that is exactly what is going to happen here. A majestic change, you falling to me, and I mutilating Rocko Daymon.”

“But I am not Ms. Cleo, and I am not going to fill you up with a spoon load of bull****. So let us just call this a gut feeling that John Doe is going to put on show like always. And if I pop out with a chance to fight for the title, then so be it. I plan on moving on, but I make no promises. But there is one thing I will guarantee either way win or lose you are coming down with me, and some time down the line I will see you again.”

“I may wave the checkered flag Cammy. But I think we all know who will be waving the white one at the end of this rumble.”

“Either way boys, I will see you around, in the ring or out of it. So I hope to hear from you again, so I can have a nice CIVIL talk with you.”

Ice Ice Baby starts to play over the speakers in the park.

DOE: "Oh yeah, this is my jam"

We fade on Doe mimicking Vanillia's dance from his music video of Ice Ice Baby, we all know it as the running man.

FADEOUT

 

[Adam_Benjamin]

{The setting for the interview is live a Disneyland.}

(the camera fades in showing Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Chip and Dale, Pluto, and Captain Hook all in line waiting to get an autograph. One by one they get the autograph and walk off leaving Mickey for last.)


Voice:

"Ok Mickey you are last. thank you and have a nice day."

(Mickey with autograph in hand walks off showing "Yours Truly" Adam Benjamin sitting at a table.)

Benjamin:

"So I am sitting back in my hotel room last night I and I see a WFW on the tube. So I started watching it. It seems that there is a battle royal with a open door to enter it. So I thought to myself why not add Yours Truly to the list.

(Adam lifts his sun glasses upwards resting them on top of his head.)

Benjamin:

"You see I notice a lot of noise coming from the participants in this battle royal. A lot of false hoods and misconceptions of reality. It's one thing to puff your chest out and state that you are going to do something. It is another to actually get the job done.

(Adam smiles)

Benjamin:

"At Road the Glory I am going to show the world that Yours Truly is with out question the Worlds Finest Wrestler. Make no bones about it Yours Truly is not coming to do a cameo appearance. Yours Truly is coming to win this thing.

(Adam looks into the sky)

Benjamin:

"All the adversity I've had in my life, all my troubles and obstacles, have strengthened me... You may not realize it when it happens, but a kick in the teeth may be the best thing in the world for you. That is a quote from Walt Disney himself but it reflects Yours Truly as well. Gentleman things in WFW have just gotten a lot more interesting.

(Adam begins laughing as he walks off)

 

[TSiegel]

(Fadein, Cameron Cruise walking out of a theater dedicated to "Everything Goofy", holding a bag of popcorn occasionally dipping into each bag.)

CRUISE: You know....you should be so lucky John....Issac..."Sam" from "Quantum Leap", whatever it is you THINK you're name is these days....you haven't been arrested yet.

Yet.

I mean afterall....you're talking about having erections in an Amusement Park or enviroment MEANT for childeren.

Mothers and soon-to-be-mothers everywhere are currently planning your demise and I promise you, it'll be nothing near any kind of teleportation that'll save you from the beatings your gonna get from them.

But do cheer up kid, because you'll be doing something for the rest of us in the WFW Lockerroom that you've never been able to do elsewhere, and it'll ACTUALLY be impressive....enough to make us laugh!!

(Takes a moment to eat some popcorn.)

See kid, you don't get it....I've been all around the world and performed in front of everyone from Hugh Hefner to Kings, Queens, Princes and Princesses all of Eastern Europe. Meanwhile...back in your back yard, you've probably only performed infront of sock puppets, and little G.I. Joe and Barbie figures.

(Spits out a kernal to the side)

Mmm...kernal...by the way....keep up that move you keep telling everyone about in the back, Barbie, Ken, and Mister Potato Head I'm sure thinks it's top notch.

(Spits out another kernal)

But believe it when you see it boy, if you think I've got nothing to show you anymore, then go be "Mister Bigstuff" and tell that to Sebastian Dodd. The EPW EYE-SEE title really does all the talking in that respect.

'Course what am I saying?? You've never won a relevant title in your entire career, let alone your LIFE...

(Cruise Pauses)

Well...there's one.

"Chronic Masturbator"

Trust me kid.....if Dan Ryan only knew what you did in his office when he was GONE...

You're going to be doing more than just wrestling for free over there.

(Cruise starts to walk off view of the camera, but stops short.)

One more thing....

It ALWAYS looks like you've pissed yourself, soda REALLY makes nothing of a difference.

(Fadeout.)

 

[John Doe]

Tick Tock

FADEIN…

Doe, in line for what has to be the GREATEST show in MGM…Indiana Jones. Next to Doe on is left is a replica tank from the movie. In the background we can hear the faint music theme from the movie.

DOE:

“Indeed Benjamin, Indeed you have something right for once. It kind of surprises me that a man like you can produce something intelligent. Yet Cruise would say the same about me. In fact what he says is the same thing he says to me every time, like a miniature Rocko Daymon. He repeats and repeats from federation to federation. About how I have never held a title, so on so forth.”

“It never ends, the ridiculing the stupidity. He bluntly tries to piss me off so I can show anger. Then that’s when he is best at striking. Not this time Cruise. I have changed. You may not see it, but I surly won’t miss it when I when I jack you in the face three, four, five times maybe.”

“But hey, I am not going to say things that aren’t true, because Cammmy is unstoppable, he is something we all should be. A great outstanding wrestler as him. I believe we all should conform like Cruise. But then again, if we do that, well, wrestling would be jack sh*t. Just like his ‘performance’ in the ring, if you even want to call it that.”

“As a matter of fact, I don’t need a title to ‘SHINE’ out. I don’t need some sort of gold around my waist to make something of myself. Maybe it’s because we see John Doe as EWN’s Rookie of the Year….and we don’t see Cammy Cruise anywhere, winning any sort of award amongst hundreds of federations.”

“I’m sorry Cammy did I hurt your feelings?”

“Probablly not, beign the fact you can’t hold a title, nonetheless have one to show for right now. You might have been a PAST champ, but what title have you held HERE in WFW…? Um. Um. None that I believe so what ahev you proved thus far. That you are nothing. That you are as pitiful as me. EPW, NEW, CSWA, mean squat here.”

“It looks from this point you are just dwelling on the past. That you can’t seem to get it through your think skull that I give a sh*t what you think. Furthermore, all your little mocking me and treating me like dirt ends at the Rumble. All your little sarcasm stops in the ring. Flap your lips all you want, once that bell rings I promise you, I’ll break your jaw.”

“And if you think I am playing ask Benji boy how it felt to eat bricks when he faced me in a no holds barred match at EPW. There are no rules Cammy, there is no one to stop me from showing you how far a man can slip from sanity. You must be not listening to me while I tell you the truth. So ignore it act as though it is piss in the wind. But when it hits you full speed then you will see what I have become.”

“But who am I too mock s such a great jester. The man who makes the quenss and kings life as he juggles little balls in the air. Hey might a well tell the truth Cammy, you’re a clown outsid ethe ring and you’re a clown inside the ring. A laughing stock. A man that has purged himself so deep in his belief that he is the best that there is no way back to reality.”
“You better damn well believe after the whooping I put on you you will see how damn ‘great’ you are. But I don’t think that will be enough, me defeating you won’t click. Nothing will, you will find and excues ‘I was tired, you got lucky’. I guarntee you Cruise you will have no excuse for this defeat, you will only have guilt in knowing you got defeated by a ‘nobody’."

“As for you Benji boy, it’s allways a pleasure to see a known face, and to beat it in. And I don’t think this time around youa re going to be so lucky to defeat me like you did in NWL. And I surly think you are a little bit washed up to compete. I beat you before my prime even began. And If you think what I did to you in EPW was bad wait till we fight it off in the ring. That’s where I get to have fun in my playground.”

“Yours Truly isn’t going to be winning any sort of match. Yours truly is gonna face up with yours deadly. And when that little jab feast we gonna have meets up that’s the show just starts.”

“With you, Cammy, and Rocko all wanting me out it is going to be a grand night for me. And it will only prove how far up the pedestal I have gone.”

“This may just be my night. And I think the road to success is calling me. You three and all the rest of the cats in this match up are just going to have to face the music when I come out, and when you decided to show your mug in the ring and go toe to toe with me you better be packing a good punch, because nobody is going to stop me at the Rumble. GOD HIMSELF is not going to stop me from winning”

“I would just keep that in mind when you show up.”

FADEOUT

 

[Adam_Benjamin]

{The following Interview is seen filmed out side the famous "Small World" ride.}

(Seen standing in front of the ride is "Yours Truly" Adam Benjamin. Sunglasses on top of his head and a soda in his hand Adam begins to talk)

Benjamin:

"September seventh two thousand four live in Las Vegas Nevada. A day that will leave in infamy in the wrestling world. Just about a year ago John you pulled the upset of the world. In the mists of a beat down all round the area, of which included your face in the toilette you some how rolled me up for a three second.

(Adam smiles)

Benjamin:

"And from that three second victory you have taken the unknown of John Doe and made him a house hold name. Rookie of the year! Check you out Doe!

(Adam looks down)

Benjamin:

"You can come out and brag about a award they give to newcomers all you want. The fact is that while you were winning Rookie of the year I was busting my ass in my third year in the business. You seem to think that because you stunned me for three seconds that you are better than me? You think because everyone loves John Doe and his personality that you are better than me?

(Adam shakes his head)

Benjamin:

"Your three seconds to fame are over. I have waited for this moment for almost a year now and this week I am going to hurt you. You are talking as if you have done something. You are looking at that award as if it was gold or something. I mean hell I was ranked number six but it has gotten me nothing. What gets me everything is my ability in the ring.

(Adam looks at the ride behind him)

Benjamin:

"Small world we live in Doe. You are making yourself out to be the man to beat in this battle Royal. One year ago off the back of my shoulders you made a name for yourself and this week I am taking it back. Keep telling your self that Cruise is not good and I am sure he will introduce you to reality as well. See I respect Cruise because he and I have had classic matches. See with us Doe I kicked your ass around a building, put your head in dirty water, of which splashed in my eyes, and you rolled me up and never have had the balls to face me again. This week reality comes in the form of two mouse ears on a hat I guess. Walt lock the gates to the magic kingdom, tell Cinderella to close her eyes. Cause I am going to take out John Doe and send him off to Never Never land!!!!

(Adam smiles and walks off)

 

[SteveA]

(The screen comes in on a WFW backdrop, where Jean Rabesque stands in front, dressed in the norm)

“A lot of time has passed, and not much has happened. A lot of treading in the water, but not much else. I finally got that Greensboro title away from me so I can move on to bigger and better things, and await something to do in WFW. I didn’t see my name on the marquee so I figured I had another night off. Of course, I then find out that the entire company is supposedly involved in this little shindig, and being the faithful employee I am, I drag myself down here to cut a little spot.

“Now to be honest, there’s nothing I despise more than matches like this. It’s not really a place for a technical master to shine. Not too many opportunities to isolate the upper tricep if you know what I mean. You lock a guy in a submission move and your reward is a kick in the face. But that is not to say there aren’t rewards involved here. Hell, Larry Tact is here, what else is there to say?

“The man who ran and cowered after I stole his beloved title over a year ago has finally decided to resurface and he flaps his jaw like nothing’s changed. So I’ll be honest, I don’t care if it’s merely a nine second window, yet another opportunity to outwrestle, outclass, and outmaster Larry Tact is really all I need.

“And to think, John Doe is going to make an appearance as well? Speaking of men who put their tail between their legs and fled, it doesn’t get any worse than that! The single worst wrestler, worst promo artist, and most annoying character I have ever encountered in my 25 plus years of wrestling, with the possible exception of course of Bull Budweiser pulls a Tact and goes off about everything. He even chastises Tact for losing to me when he did the same thing MULTIPLE TIMES. Hell, I’m not even sure the guy ever won a damn match.

“So, moral of the story, I really don’t have much to say. I’m not in this thing to win it, I’m in it to extract a little pleasure. As far as any kind of title shot goes, I’ll gladly sit back and win it the way that I’m used to, one match at a time, outwrestling anyone who dares get in my way. I already have one world title that way, I really don’t expect this to be any different.

“No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.”

(FADE OUT)

 

[John Doe]

Hells Bells

I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain
I'm comin' on like a hurricane
My lightning's flashing across the sky
You're only young but you're gonna die

I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives
Nobody's putting up a fight
I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell
I'm gonna get you, Satan get you

Hell's Bells
Yeah, Hell's Bells
You got me ringing Hell's Bells
My temperature's high, Hell's Bells

I'll give you black sensations up and down your spine
If you're into evil you're a friend of mine
See my white light flashing as I split the night
'Cause if good's on the left, then I'm stickin' to the right

I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives
Nobody's puttin' up a fight
I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell
I'm gonna get you, Satan get you

Hell's Bells
Yeah, Hell's Bells
You got me ringing Hell's Bells
My temperature's high, Hell's Bells


FADEIN….

We start off in a graveyard. The cameras in fast motion flying past headstones. We hear the start to Hells Bells by AC/DC. We hear the church bells starting us off in this scene.

:: DONG:::
We halt at a headstone as we see the words RIP.
:: DONG::
The camera starts to lower. As we read. “An Outstanding Man, An Outstanding wrestler”
:: DONG::
“ADAM BENJAMIN”
:: DONG::
2005
:: DONG::

The scene fades to black and returns to Doe. Sitting in front of the Enchanted Castle of Disney World. He’s eating an Ice Crème cone. Chocolate ice crème of course.

DOE:

“Adam my friend, it seems as we are having a bit of miscomunication. I am not bragging about my little award. I am only expressing a fact that is ture. But hey if you want to glorify it. Well thank you. It is always good to know that I have another FAN of my work.”

“I couldn’t help but hear the crap the excreted from your lips as you spoke, about how you have been waiting for pay back, dwelling on the moment you will see me in the ring again. In fact I hope you are hyped up. I pray you have aggression because that alone won’t put an end to me. I am your night mare Benji. You might sleep and have your little wet dreams about puttign me to my back. But that’s all it is, and all it ever will be. You put the beating to me at that match at EPW, you did EVERYTHING in your power to put me out cold. Even went to the edge and tried to drown me in a pool of piss. And what happened Benji? You wound up right how your started a loser.”

“You believe I am the same passive wrestler I was then? Or that I ever was? You have to be kidding yourself. And do you honestly think you are going to put the hurt on me when there are NO weapons? You barley put me out when you had everything in the arena to your disposal.”

“But you’re the best Benji, you held the EPW IC Title, only to lose it to Dodd. That’s one hell of a accomplishment pal. And then you come to me and tell me that I am the one who is going to suffer, after you tasted a brick wall, the great Benjamin who was pinned in a ROLL UP. My dog kicks out of a roll up Benji, Some hard training you’ve been doing for THREE YEARS Benjamin. I didn’t even pull your little spandex tights. I Am sorry it must have been your not-so tremendous out of ring ability that made that happen righ Benji?”

“And Cruise? You believe he deserves respect? There is no such thing as respect Benjamin. I respect no one. Outside the ring I may say hi. Or be pal pal buddy buddy with you. But when that bell rings respect goes out the ring only blood, sweat in tears is what I respect. And even through everything I’ve had done to me, busted open, hit with chairs, I have managed to find my way to my feet and continue the fight.

"But you on the other hand couldn’t sustain the damage on your body, your mind told you to quit and when you were rolled up by a NEWCOMMER...it was over.”

“Real professional Ben.”

“It just shows you don’t have the mental game down pact perfect. So train your little balls off. Go to the gym, push your body. And when it comes for the big show you will just prove to us how bad you really are. Drag me to Never Never land, and you will see how far my fist can fit down your throat.”

“And your right Benjamin. Reality will come into view. You little fantasy you are having about putting me out cold teaching me how damn good you and Cruise are, it ends in the ring at the slap of the hand. Before you know it, you, Cruise, and the rest of the chumps are going to be hanging your heads low as I wave bye bye to nowhere, and on to something only your wildest dreams will take you.”

“ By the way you were wrong about one thing Benji boy. My name is still a name no matter how bad you beat me. It doesn’t dissolve it doesn’t disappear it remains an icon. It stays a ’house-hold name. You can believe it all you want Benji that pay back is a b*tch. But to be beat twice round….that’s just a ass-whooping 101. “

“Just prepare for the worst Benji. Prepare for a spit in your face. And then when you stand up with an angered mug of defeat that’s when I know I did my job right and showed you that Adam Benjamin isn’t the big fish anymore. There’s a blood hungry shark stalking these waters Benjamin, his name’s John and he’s commin’ for the kill”

FADEOUT

 

[ChrisHorowitz]

(Black Text on a White Screen)

The facts have become clear. There is no respect for the elevated greatness that has been visited upon this trash heap.

The heap of the useless, used up, spit out, and then spit upon have converged upon a single spot.

But the evolved cannot be bothered with such worthless activities.

Such insults will not be heaped upon he who came from on high to create a new world.

The ancients had cracked the secrets that are brought before the WFW today, but the ancients would not waste these secrets in such a hodge podge of has beens and never weres. The scrapless junk heap cannot be the stage where this creation will be utilized fully.

This is a stage that cannot contain the uselessness that it is currently plagued with, this "match", this "rumble" is a chance for the undeserving, not he who is born already deserving.

From this moment on, only scorn will be left for those in this rumble. Only words are to be given, action is above it.

(End.)

 

[John Doe]

I Am an Artist

FADEIN….

John Doe Walt Disney World, FL. He stands in front of a fountain. He is tossing coins into it, useless pennies and nickels. He turns around and faces the camera. He is wearing an Express Polo shirt, Charcoal color and a pair of Denim jeans.

DOE:

“Who ever you are buddy, you stepped into the wrong arena. And some how arose a beast. Your little speech about this match, brought to give the undeserving a chance and I am not one of those few souls. I have worked hard to get where I am today, and yet still I have to fight my way to the top. You have done what? Nothing. You show up and run your gums, and get the chance to fight here, an opportunity some wish they can receive."

“But still that is not enough to satisfy you. Only the midst of talking about how the greats have been dished less than respect and have fallen to a world of nothingness. Them, the greats as you call them, have not shown their greatness. They have fallen, sent into an abyss of unknowns and must fight to preserve their legacy.”

“I, I have risen above that, I am on the peak of renewal. I have seen what the greats have brought forth, what they have achieved and stand to rise above the bars they have set before me. I plan on winning, I plan on showing what use I have for WFW.”

“This heap of garbage as you call it. Is a masterpiece to the artist. And I am the designer, the maker, the creator. And once you see how beautiful winning can be for one, you will be disgusted at the sight of losing.”

“Enjoy the show.”

FADEOUT

 

[John Doe]

OOC

BOARD ERROR.

(Not Showing on VBUllentin)

 

[RStrawsma]

SCENE BEGINS

(Same man. Same backdrop. Still no bull****. The only difference we see here is that he's now wearing a High On Fire t-shirt and seated upon a steel folding chair, the kind you just want to crack over some deserving shmuck's skull.)

Rocko Daymon
Interesting things have happened in the past couple days, leaving a bittersweet taste in my mouth.

For starters, it's good to see that some familiar faces have decided to place their chips into the pot. Adam Benjamin and Jean Rabesque, namely...

Adam's a guy who I have a lot of respect for. We've met in numerous matches, and more than once the man forced me to surpass my own expectations in the ring. I'm glad to see he's in this match, and believe me, I will be expecting the challenge.

But at the same time... the Adam Benjamin I remember isn't the Adam Benjamin I've seen recently. My past two matches in WFW have involved the both of us in some way. At Merrython, he teamed with Rabesque and Dodd to go against myself and the Cameron Cruise Project. At Great Expectations, it was the two of us and Silencer in a three-way dance.

In both scenarios, I pinned Adam for the three count... winning those matches.

It makes me wonder what's been up with good ol' "Yours Truly" lately. In the past two cards, I've outmatched him... and now I see him in this So Cal Rumble, eager for victory. But is he really ready?

(He shrugs.)

Rocko Daymon
Time will tell, I guess... but I go back to thinking to Great Expectations and Merrython, and wonder if the man will ever bring the same challenge as he did a year ago. Otherwise, he's just cannon fodder for the big guns...

In the other hand, Jean Rabesque, a technical wrestling mastermind... and a damned fine wrestler if I ever saw one. We had a great bout at the Merrython, where the man proved his reputation. Now he's in this match, another name on the list of athletes that stand in my way to the Superbowl of Wrestling.

Unfortunately, I wish Jean could be as motivated as the rest of us while coming into this match. I mean, a Battle Royale isn't my cup of tea either. I prefer fighting an opponent one on one, as a true test of mettle. A rumble is just too... "random", for lack of a better word. You could eliminate twenty people and bust your ass for an entire hour, then after all that work, some kid fresh out of the locker room throws your tired ass over the ropes, and all that hard work goes unnoticed.

But still... I believe in doing what you gotta do, and doing it right. I don't leave my job unfinished. Sure, it's another pointless rumble... but it's also another paycheck. Most people would do anything to get a spot in this match, or in this fed... especially when you consider what's on the line.

So when I see Jean Rabesque come over the air waves and say he's not in this to win, but simply to derive a little pleasure... first, I think that's one less person for me to worry about. Then, I think, why even bother showing up if you're not in this for the full nine yards? Doesn't the man have any sense of DUTY?

But then again... I guess when you've become a man whose been as successful as Jean Rabesque, you can do whatever you damn well please.

In any case, I'm happy to see the both of them--Benjamin and Rabesque--stepping into the ring at Road to Glory. The Rumble finally appears to be shaping out.

But at the same time, I'm unhappy... because the other day, I realized something.

(Experienced brown eyes that have seen more action than can be remembered trail up to the ceiling as Rocko Daymon recalls his meditations.)

Rocko Daymon
Every day, thousands of working men and women wake up early in the morning, shower, shave, eat breakfast, and carry themselves to work to break a sweat for eight hours. After all this time, and all this strenuous, hard labor... these people return home. They say hello to their spouse, pat their kids on the head, and fall into the Lazyboy Recliner, reaching for the remote...

And what do you think these hard-working All-American men and women earn as entertainment after a hard day's work?

John-****in'-Doe... and his usual daily serving of bull****.

John seems to think I'm repetitive... and not surprisingly, he sees the same in guys like Cruise and Benjamin. I wonder why. Could it be that we're all just a bunch of idiots who like to hear ourselves talk? Or maybe, just maybe... are we constantly repeating ourselves to the same set of ears, because those ears refuse to listen to the obvious truth?

Really, John... I wish I could say more to you, but you can't understand simple knowledge after it's repeatedly been told to you, then I guess I have no choice to but to beat it into your head.

Doesn't seem like you've been making many friends with your words, John. You've pretty much managed to piss off everybody involved in this match by trying to drag each and every one of us down to your level.

Seems I was right... you haven't changed one ******* bit. Here you have the nerve to call me a skipping record, but once again, you're trying to drag my name through **** by coming up with a bunch of crap that you KNOW isn't true, but you say anyway.

I guess it makes you feel good about yourself... or what's more likely, is that it makes you forget about your own inability to win any recent matches or get the job done in the ring.

That must be YOUR excuse, John... and here I thought you said you were without them. I guess that shows us whose word can be trusted, and whose cannot.

You seem bent on this falsity that I'm a man who makes an excuse for his own failings. Enlighten me, John... whenever did I come up with an excuse? By calling you a trash-talker?

No, John... that's not an excuse. I'm just expressing a simple truth...

If you don't believe me, look at what everybody else has been saying. Cruise, Benjmain, Rabesque... they all think--no, they KNOW--that you're full of ****.

Seeing a trend here, John?

Probably not... which is why you'll be hearing it again and again, until someone finally kicks your ass hard enough to make you understand.

But like always, you keep leaning on that victory over Troy Douglas... your one and only claim to fame, which you think means everything just because it was an opponent who knew you inside and out, and it was an Inferno Match.

Do you see this face, John? It's seen more than seven hard years of wrestling. While that may not mean a whole lot to you, I'll explain what it means to me...

I've faced countless opponents in numerous matches. I've defeated men that put the likes of Troy Douglas to shame, many of them knowing me well. I've been in matches that can't even be compared to your petty Inferno Match, and if I took the time to list them, you'd wonder how I could be sitting here now.

But I'm not going to take the time to talk about all that... for two very important reasons. First, and perhaps most obvious, it would take too long to cover seven years of kicking ass in the ring. Second, and what you should already realize, John... is that the past means jack **** in the present and future.

You said it yourself the first time we met, in my debut to WFW in the Torneo Cibernetico. My legacy is nothing in WFW. But like the hypocrite you are, you go looking in the past, trying to dig up something to drag your opponents down because you don't have the cunning to do anything else.

Yeah, you might have got the final move in at Ghoulish Games... but it was your own inability to finish the job that earned us both the draw. People in control of a match don't pass out... especially right before the final pin.

But while you're so intent on looking at the past, let's look at a few more of your recent follies. Remember Almost Live, when Sean Edmunds kicked your ass and you had to leave WFW for two months? Those had to have been the best two months this fed has seen, and if it weren't for the slow spell we've been having over the year, you wouldn't even be involved in this match. And how about your tag match with Pulsar? I remember you got the DQ, becaue the Noble Sheik went after you with a fork. Nothing smells better than victory, right?

What's the point, Doe? Well, the point is, you suck, and you can't win matches, and history and common logic have proven this to be true. That speaks for itself. But week after week, you come on and try to make other people out like a bunch of losers, without ever seeming to realize that you are at the bottom of the barrell, and not all of us are quite as ****ed up as you think we are.

Yet night after night, you come out on the airwaves and talk about how you're going to clock everybody in the jaw and walk away with the win, like it will be absolutely nothing. How are you going to do that, John, when you look back and see how week after week, you've done nothing but talk about how much damage you're going to do, and walk away bleeding and bruised with only the big red letter "L" next to your name.

The worst part is, a month later you pretend like none of it ever happened. I honestly can't tell what your problem is: are you a real amnesiac, or are you just in denial?

I had three opportunities to kick your ass in the past... and as disappointed as I am to say this, I failed at every turn. No excuses, John... I just didn't get the job done. It looks like you were right to say we aren't to different, but there's one major difference between us. Whenever I fail, the desire to succeed become greater. The fire within grows hotter and burns brighter. I push myself to fight harder, to do everything I can to exceed beyond my own abilities.

But you, John... you never change. You're still the same eccentric fool you always were.

And just to let you know, since those three consecutive matches, John... since those three failures, I've been on quite a streak lately. In WFW, in other federations.

Impressive for someone washed up like me, right?

No, not impressive. A streak is normal. At the So Cal Rumble, you'll SEE what I can do by "impressive" standards.

But just so you know, John... I hope you don't think I'm singling you out. Rest assured, I'm not going to step into that ring and put my sights squarely on you. You only seem like the only person who needs a stern talking to, at the moment. Like I said, everybody else has their head in the game, but yours is up your ass.

Squarely, three feet up your ass.

You see, in a battle royale, victory can only be found through balanced focus. You have to know whose in the ring and whose out of it... you have to know who will be the greater challengers, who will be the easy kills, and most of all, who will likely be going after your ass when your back is turned.

I'm sure at any point in the match, you'll try to find that kind of opportunity, and you'll do anything you can jump on it. That's what people who are weak in skill and in mind do in a rumble--hide in the corner until they know they can strike.

You can try to do it, John... but it won't work against. I've been in this game too long to be outdone by a brash, loud-mouthed twerp with his head shoved up an ass that gets kicked every time it stumbles its merry way into the ring.

The same goes for anybody else feeling a little too ambitious. If anybody eliminates me from this match, I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that person EARNS it!

I'm letting it be heard now. Rocko Daymon will be a force to be reckoned with in the So Cal Rumble. The only man who survives the rest and claims victory will be the one that faces and eliminates me like a man, as a true professional wrestler would.

In any case, by Superbowl of Wrestling, everybody will know my name...

(With the words spoken, Daymon comes to his feet and walks off screen, leaving the chair in its place. From there we go to black.)

SCENE ENDS

 

[RStrawsma]

OOC: Okay...

I've tried posting my RP three times now, and I get an error every time.

I'm going to wait a couple hours and try again, then I'm sending it to someone whose computer is perhaps more compatible with the board.

 

[PaulNJ21]

Testing....


Paul

 

[John Doe]

FADEIN….

Doe sitting on a Chair WFW Backdrop. Sick of Walt Disney world.

DOE:

“I Hate kids, I hate parents, I hate people. I hate everyone. My opponent has figured it all out. Has put the halt on a man like me. Proving it all, spill my guts to floor and feeding me to the wolves. Rocko Daymon has insulted me.”

“He put it all out on tape, he tolled the truth sought out what I really am. The truth is Rocko, you are right about me. You were right about me all along. I am a fool, I am an idiot. I do try to drag my opponents to the scum I lay in. But do you know why I do it Rocko?”

“So they can see what it is like on my side of the tables. I haven’t been in the game seven years, I am no veteran, not a man to go tell his war stories. I am still in the making Rocko. You have had your time in the ring, have faced the music a number of times, Rocko Daymon is a name we hear around the world.

“Mine is in the process.”

“I watch your promotions, and I think to myself, What does he have that I don’t’? Is it charisma? Confidence? No it’s talent. It must be that all the years in the ring have made you smart Rocko. But yet every day, every week you show up, you seem to win, and I seem to fail. You bring up Shiek….no excuse for that Rock, I failed. Sean Edmunds, one hell of a wrestler, beat the living sh*t out of me.”

“But as the time goes by and I face the big dogs and the real men of the league, you stand by and wait for an opening, wait for a chance to show us you’re a class A athlete.”

“I on the other hand am getting my face kicked around a ring, and while that happens thinking, adapting, LEARNING. What have you left to learn Rock? What is there more to teach you? I am still in the learning stage of my career.”

“And like every great there is a time where one must learn.”

“Michael Jordan, sucked at basketball as a child...now look at him.”

“When I first heard about this sport Rocko, I was blinded by it. Tossed into the ring with men that would mutilate me. And they did. And now, I look around and I look at the progress I have made as an athlete and I am proud of what I had accomplished. You look back on your life Rock, tell me what you are proud to have done. Seven years of beatings and you haven’t shown me any sort of accomplishment you have made.”

“Yet, you tear down the man who is learning, the one who is dreaming of a chance to have a title, who feels the hunger for a win. That’s why I tell people I am going to win, not because I know I am going to, it is the point that I WANT to win. I fight hard Rock, I push myself above and beyond to do what I do, to compete with the best the game has to offer.”

“And here I am Rock, at your feet again. Ready to take on Rocko Daymon seven years in the making. You are ready to beat the snot out of me Rock, and I stand ready to learn, to fight with a man that has pushed me beyond my imagination.”

“At Ghoulish Games, I could have went for the kill, I could have put my arm over your chest and got a three. But I didn’t my body was so battered, to beating by a vet. I couldn’t take it anymore, I called it quits...I passed out. Now I look back at that match and look at what I was…and what I have become.”

“You might find me weak Rock, you may find me a loser, or a nothing. Because that’s what I am Rock, I have become nothing...yet. But hey you want me to fight you and I want to Rock, I want to show you what I have learned, what I have become, what wrestling men that have been in the game years can teach you.”

“In the rumble Rock, I am not looking for the opportunity when you are weak, or broken down. I want you when you alive and strong, full of adrenaline so I can prove to you and the rest of the world I am not the loser you all believe. That I am an established wrestler.”

“And in all honesty Rock, I am not ready for this match up. I am not in the game, I was banned for two moths you are right. I sat back and was preparing to leave WFW. I sat in bars drinking, wondering why I wasted my time in the ring. Was I the failure they all said that i was?”

“That is my cell rang, and Mr. Opportunity knocked. They asked me to be in the rumble, I denied times Rock. I wasn’t set, I wanted nothing to do with it, I heard names like Cameron Cruise, Joey Melton, Larry Tact, Jean Rabesque, and Rocko Daymon. Men that have done the impossible, and achieved it.”

“And me, a man that has done sh*t compared to the rest and is thrown in with them, like a mouse in a room full of cats. Did I squirm out, did I become the coward you said I was? No Rocko, I decided to take it up, I signed back in with WFW once my suspension was up.”

“And now, I have come to a war of words with you, words that mean nothing, that prove nothing, and just tear you to bits.”

“But hey, you know me best Rock, you seen me at my worst and best. But all you can recall is the worst. All you focus on is the worst. And all I can say is, your right. I have done nothing. I have achieved nothing, the only thing I have to show is Adam Benjamin’s and Troy Douglas’s blood on my hands, nobody more. Nobody great.”

“Two people I have faced, two GREATS, and I have beat them, the rest is history, the rest I try to forget.”

“Not because I am in denial, because I am ashamed. I am ashamed that I didn’t do better, that I didn’t have the heart. But now, I sit here looking at what can be my chance of success and ask myself, ‘do I still have it‘? And I look at the men I am facing.”

“Jean Rabesque…three defeats to him. One win with Jonthan Marx as a tag partner.”

“Cameron Cruise…4 losses….no wins”

“Adam Benjamin….3 losses…one win.”

“And you Rocko….2 ties…no wins.”

“And here I stand, ready to fight, ready for a battle. And I know you are going to bring it. You always do. So I say good luck Rock, good luck in the match, good luck with year eight. And I will see you in the ring friend. I will fight you face to face.”

“And I guess that is where we will see who has learned more.”

“And who is the best.”

FADEOUT

 

[John Doe]

Test.....faliure

 

[PaulNJ21]

So the previous posts show up... another test reply.


Paul

 

[Adam_Benjamin]

(Fade back into Disneyland were Yours Truly once again is walking around)

Benjamin:

"Ok hit the record button this is my last interview before this battle royal. Folks out there in TV land I am sure at this point you know who I am. You all know what I do when I enter the ring. And you all know that I am not the kind of guy that is going to come out and run his mouth without backing it up.

(Adam removes the sunglasses from his eyes)

Benjamin:

"John Doe you are running around this park plugging your name more that Mickey himself. I mean hell if you do not win the rumble maybe Walt can make you a character. I mean what have you done six or seven episodes of Doe tells lies… Well Pinocchio it is time for Yours Truly enlighten the world of your tails.

(Adam takes a seat on a bench)

Benjamin:

"First off let me first say the following. Rocko I am looking forward to another Benjamin/Rocko match. I know what you bring to the table. I am not going to waist my time verbally trying to knock a man down that can not fall. Good luck this week….

Alex Miami I see the fire in your eyes. Grab time by the hand and go for your glory. But rest assure that Yours Truly will do his best to stop you this week.

Cruise much like Rocko I really do not need to match verbal daggers towards you. I know what you bring to the ring. I have been inside there with you. You are the holder of the EPW IC title I need not say anything more. Good Luck…

(Adam smiles)

Benjamin:

"Verbal warfare 101!!! Hello John take a seat. Once again my Little Doe you have opened that mouth of yours. First you blast Hells a Bells setting up a Graveyard setting. ON my god you are the interview of the year. Add that to your Rookie of the year John!

(Adam smiles)

Benjamin:

"Doe you know calling yourself my nightmare? Please I do not fear anyone. I am not saying that to be brave and powerful but it’s the truth. Calling me a loser Doe is like a terd calling a sunset a loser it just does not work.

(Adam looks into the camera deeply)

Benjamin:

"As far as the IC title goes I lost it too Marx not Dodd but matters not. Then you come out and tell the world and Walt Disney himself about how your dog kicks out of your roll ups.

(Adam looks away laughing)

Benjamin:

"Ok John I can admit eyes full of toilet water you managed for three second to stun me and roll me up. Great John I guess now you are good at two things that last three seconds.

(Adam makes a three count signal)

Benjamin:

"From the Atlantic to the Pacific, from Japan to England I have wrestled. I have seen a Royal wedding, I have even been knighted. Doe you may come out and run your mouth on TV every since time you see a camera. But son I produce and I am going to show you that there is a reason I was ranked number 6 in the world this year. Prepare Doe for the run of thinking you mean something is ending this week.

You are looking at Yours Truly Adam Benjamin. The past can not be changed but the future is mine for the taking. Good luck everyone….

(Fade to black)

 

[NotorisSTD]

(CUEUP: “Kill the rock” by Mindless Self Indulgence…)
(They finally found Felix Red, lying in his empty hotel room bathtub…Giant bug eye sunglasses, no shirt, and dickies covered in mud, blood, and semen stains…Our boy’s chain smoking cloves that he ashes on and puts out on a giant plastic goofy mask he stole from someone, which is sitting on the floor next to him…)

“the boy who destroyed the world”

Remember when I said our days of running out of drugs were over?....Nevermind.

I’m not even supposed to have a heart, and you people have broken it…


I spent the better part of a year cultivating this company. Lets face it. L.O.V.E. might as well have been my idea. My project. My experiment. Not just a stable. Not just a T-shirt. An answer, to a question Michael Manson asked me a year ago…Can wrestling be art?...

It can, but only if people suffer. Kurt Cobain’s brains splattered all over the wall. Hunter Thompson and Ernest Hemmingway and Vincent Van Gough all ceasing to bother. William Burroughs murdering his wife, and outliving his son by about 30 years. Andy Warhol gets shot and possibly never f(bleep)ks again. Emily Dickenson gone stark raving mad. Percy and Mary, and every Shakespearean protagonist. There is no beauty without tragedy. With out this pain I am nothing. This is all nothing.

What if WFW could be made a terrible place? What if wrestling was a hell, with no devil to blame everything on? Just a void of self sustaining emptiness, which is another word for darkness, which is shadow…How spectacular could it have become then? But instead of being a terrible place, it’s just terrible.

I haven’t seen Jared Wells since we got off the plane. I can’t even say for sure if he’s still alive. Maybe he finally succumbed to the ninja. Maybe he O.D.ed. Maybe he’s lying in a pool of his own grey matter next to a warm gun. Anathema, embraced and seen through to it’s logical conclusion. Maybe he just got bored and wandered off….

It’s foolish to speculate on what I would not control if I could, when there is so much I can control, but I have nothing to gain from doing so. Except to amuse myself. Really, why am I here? An objective was to put the world title on Anarky. This objective, which was also mine, was fulfilled. So I win the So Cal Rumble. I oppose a regime I fought to install. For nothing, except well…The usual types of things. Money and women and drugs and fame. I have these things. Would I undo what I’ve done for more?

Well….yeah. But that’s not what’s bothering me. Not really.

Joey Melton, my most out spoken and prominent antagonist, isn’t so much what’s bothering me either. In fact I like Joey Melton. I like that I have his attention. I like that I can hit him with baseball bats and ravage his woman, and he can be keep a sense of humor about the whole thing.

What I’m really detesting is the likes of Rocco Daymon, Steve Johnson, John Doe, Cameron Cruise…ummm...the other one. Adam something. And even Larry Tact, who seems to be helping to facilitate a transformation I do not condone and intend to strike down with a veto. I can do that, y’know. I can do anything I want…

………..Nevermind.

As much as I’d like to…eluding my greater efforts…I honestly can’t tell you sluts apart.

And you want me…They want me…to stop talking in riddles and rubadub. Cease the double talk. Sober up, fly straight, and tell them what I’m thinking in language they can understand….

Fine.

Listen to me…Steven Johnson? I know I’m morally bankrupt. I’ve made peace with that. Especially because I’m a more effective person for being in such an ethically detached way. Then there’s you. My moral barometer. My judge. Wonderful, wonderful f(bleep)king you….With your pure heart, glistening soul, and utter worthlessness. You’re not good. Steve. You’re not even decent. You don’t have a promising future as a professional wrestler, and you won’t be able to make rent doing this for long. Because, frankly, and I’m telling you this not as a philosopher, but as a seasoned veteran of the squared circle, regardless of your standing in the lords eyes, you are f(bleep)king awful. Sad, pathetic, deluded, and doomed. Really…really….doomed.

Remember Wells, and how he beat you using those (makes quote marks with his fingers) “underhanded tactics” that eeeeeeveryone else uses but you’re so above? He’s not that good either. He tries his best, but sometimes we have to mask his short-comings a little. Sometimes, we lobb him a few soft balls to shatter. So he can look good. So the BAD title can look good. To keep appearances up. This was your quest, Steve. To go down. To lose. To allow our golden boy to keep impressing. He gets his two hookers and his eight ball, you get a few pats on the back from people who say, “you’ll get ‘em next time,” and the cycle begins anew. Should you have won? Is Wells’s use of “underhanded tactics” an indication of your superior talent? No. You stupid bastard, it was a BAD rules match. You can’t break rules that don’t exist. You didn’t realize this. You take on Jean Rabesque as a mentor when Jean Rabesque has been a joke ever since GLCW collapsed under the weight of it’s own fluff. The NEW title, which he’s proud enough of to mention, has never been anything but a joke. You don’t realize any of this either. That’s how stupid you are.

I thought Sean Edmunds killed John Doe, and wasn’t that a horrendous loss for professional wrestling, and the world….But here he is, resurrected. And what does he do with his second chance at life?....Recites f(bleep)king AC/DC lyrics? I would’ve thought death and rebirth would have given him some perspective. Y’know. Here’s his chance to build himself up again as something better than what he was. And he’s exactly the same. He did everything….exactly the same. Syndicated TV. Boy Meets World on the Disney channel 19 f(bleep)king times a day. And every episode ends the same way. Corey and Topanga get back together. Corey’s older brother or his mom and dad learn some lesson. They all grow as people. And f(bleep)k up again at the start of the next episode. Exactly the same. exactly...the same...exactly the same....exactly the same...exactly the same....

exac...God Damnit John Doe…maybe I could think of some sort of socio-economic, or cognative-behavorial, or Freudian theory as to why chaos allows you to exist…But I can’t. I can’t care enough about you to waste the brain cells. I can’t do that either.

I deserve better than this. Nothingness deserves better than this. But Tact doesn’t. Tact is the biggest tear jerker of them all. He could have been something special, something important. Now look at him. High lord and grand poo-bah of the hopeless dregs. It’s too late for Tact now. I went to Japan and learned the mystic art of clairvoyance. I already know how all of this is going to end up. I know the name of the next work horse in line at the glue factory. Poor thing. Looks up. Sees a man. Trusts men. And (claps his hands loudly. Rather unexpectedly) POWSH(Bleep)F(bleep)CK! Metal stud to the brain. Things are going to get better before they get a thousand times worse.

Maybe that’s how some of you are interpreting all of this.

No need to fear, my lovely, charming, noble citizens. I’m still the president. I’m still in control. I still decide who gets to live, and who gets to die…

I think about all the people whose minds I broke. Minion. Thirteen. Bloodhunt. People who at least stood for something. Had something that resembled an identity I could twist. And part of me weeps for them. I was too aggressive. I should have gone easier on them. I wish they were still here. They were so much more fun to bleed.

I don’t need to win this. I don’t need to prove to anyone that I’m better than any of you. I mean…well, it’s kind of obvious, isn’t it? But if I do happen to pull it off…well hey. There it is, eh?

What I will do….not might, will do, is make some people hurt. Because I can. I’m not pleased with the state of things as they are. I’ve worked way too hard trying to destroy this league to watch it all go to sh(bleep) now…

Neverfear. You all have excellent chances of winning the So-Cal rumble. Just as long as you don’t touch me.

ORPP - Sorry I kinda dropped off with this one. I've been um...insanely busy the last two weeks or so.

 

[John Doe]

F*ck Disney World....

FADEIN…
We see the great Universal Studios ball. John standing in front of it, sipping on an Icee, cherry of course. The midst rising off the ball surrounds him we can see him, but the mist gives off a great effect.

DOE:

“Well, well, Sir Adam, graces us with his presence….again. Third time Sir? Thought I’d show your kindnes and honor the fact you were knighted. I am surprised that they didn’t knock your block off with that sword, being the way you run your mouth off like you have something to prove.”

“And with your obsession of toilet water I am pondering what you fill your magic water bottles with before a match.”

“Question.”

“What is it that drives you Sir? What is it that pushes you to open the flappers towards me. Is it the assurance that you will beat me, or is it the hope that you will. Cause I have that same will Sir Ben. No promises. Like always.”

“I just tell you how it is and how it will be…slow and painful. Maybe for the both of us. Hell maybe we both will be eliminated before we can meet face to face. Maybe Jean himself will knock us out eth ring. Who knows, who cares.”

“All I am saying Sir, is that I am going for Rocko, and there is not going to be no Sir Ben vs. Rocko Daymon showdown. Hell you will be lucky if you see his face before SOMEONE puts him out for a three. As for you and me Ben, I pray to God himself that I square off with you.”

“Not for the inner glory or the majestic I Will Defeat you concept, just for the self gratifaction that I met one of my more dangerous rivals. But hell Sir, you want to show me how well you did while you went to east to west country to country in your wrestling conquest.”

“Do it”

“I’d love to see all the wonderful styles you have learned…in the past year.”

“Oh and please excuse my mistake of you losing your title to Marx, I forgot about him.”

“So I was wrong Sir Ben, I made an error about the loss from Dodd to Marx, of course HE is a WORTHY opponent. Brown is the one who would win this if he was here. But he is not.”

“So let us skip the mess and press on to the horror story this match is going to be”

“First off I have to go toe to toe with you Ben, that is the main goal in my out coming. And your little number six on the rankings, are just rankings pal, your not number one, you have nothing to show for. Once you become the best gladly wave it around like a pair a tits on Girls Gone Wild, but until then you have done nothing.”

“And doing nothing is what you are number one at Sir.”

“Put money where you mouth is…that would be ranked number six”

“But who am I to judge you. I would much more appricate the fact of showing it to you first hand…if you last long enough, which I pray you will. And I hope you do Sir. And I wouldn’t be surprised if the line got so tight it was Rock, you, and me to fight for number one at the end. But I make my predictions, and I not going to ramble about who is going to win, let the body do the talking. Le the fist speak to words.”

“Well Benji, I can’t wait till rumble, it seems like only yesterday you brought your mug to WFW, and in a couple of hours I will be glad to make it ugly again.”

“Oh golly me, what am I saying threatening is not the way to go here. Now is it?”

“So let me be front with you. Shall I? Sir, we have been through a muck together, fighting in the ring, out the ring, in the parking lot, anywhere you wanna put it, we most likely fought there. But I think, and it might just be me! I think, that the real skill is in the ring, anybody and knock a persons head in a toilet bowl, or make a person eat bricks, but the question is Ben, are you good enough to put me out in the ring, with technique? “

“I have no answer to that Ben, I never really faced you with the hunger I have now. And I guess that is when the real wrestling starts.”

“The truth is Ben, the past can not be changed as you stated, the future…and we are talking WAY down the line is yours for the taking, but tonight, this night at the rumbles, your ass is grass and I am gonna smoke it son.”

“Take care Benny Boy. See you in the ring, maybe backstage, who knows, maybe I will see you here at the great but its not here where your adventure starts…that’s when the bell rings.”

FADEOUT

 

[Starbreaker]

Enter the Fables....

OOC: I know, past deadline, my apologies. I've been in the process of moving in the past couple weeks, and just got internet in my apartment today. So I thought I'd throw in one more.
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Fade in: inside an Applebees establishment, we find it's karaoke night. Even better, it seems to be Disney karaoke night, where the Disney characters themselves are singing their favorite tunes. As Mickey Mouse itself sings a duet version of the Mickey Mouse Club opening with Minnie Mouse, Larry Tact sits off to the side in a booth, a drink in hand and a finished plate in front of him. Tact wipes his mouth with a napkin and unbuttons the top button of his blue Nautica polo. He then addresses the camera, Mickey and Minnie belting out a tune in the background.

TACT: It seemed to me things were getting a little uptight in the ranks lately, so I thought I'd bring a little festive activity along with me this time around. Yeah, you know, it isn't good to take the high road all the time... that being the high blood pressure road. John Doe, among others, seems to have taken it, though, and as a result is finding himself aflow with words aplenty.

Cameron Cruise has found solace in his EPW Intercontinental Title through the whole of the prep. for this match... and his tag team match as well. But much like his tag team match at Road to Glory, and much like Doe's statements in general... there isn't much point. Not much point to bringing up titles that don't hold the WFW logo, and not much point to priding yourself on such things as claims of grand opponents faced, or previous awards and accolades.

But you've heard that all before from me... and moreso, from about six others in this match.

A pause for applause from the crowd-- kids and drunk people, mostly-- as Mickey and Minnie leave for the seats. Next up is Goofy, with a rendition of the 'Goof Troop' opening-- extended edition.

TACT: While the matter of accolades that don't hold water is in the air, though... Jean Rabesque. A man who has repeatedly talked up how he had held the Greensboro Title for so long... now is glad to be rid of it? A strange thing indeed, Jean... although I suppose it's not. Excuse number what is it, Jean? I lost count how many excuses you've made for losses.... this is just a modified version. Not excusing yourself for losing, but rather a cover for not having the title anymore. You can move on to bigger and better things, but will wait for something to come up in WFW, Jean? Come on, Rabesque. Get over yourself and your 'earning' ways. Admit you just don't want to look like any less of a 'company' man, Jean. You don't give a **** about WFW unless your name's on the marquee, isn't that what it comes down to, Jean?

Goofy completes his rendition, to lesser applause. Next up is Pluto... who begins howling until Mickey coaxes him off stage.

TACT: Cuz WFW... it's no CSWA, where you can talk up the 'big' boys and find your rub with a couple of them, if you know what I mean... I'm sure you do. And it's no NEW, where you can act like the big man on campus, try to rewrite those college days of yours, where everyone called you a blowhard and you knew you couldn't do anything about it. Over there, you get insulted you can just hold up your title and say, "I beat John Doe four times... and I was a great TV Champion too!" and it makes people back down.

No... this is WFW, Jean. In here, you don't scare many people. And you don't scare me. You didn't scare me away from NEW, either. In case you didn't think you had something in common with John Doe, I'll give you one: your both ignorant swines. I haven't been in NEW because I was injured, you jackass. Plain and simple. No need to talk anymore about it, okay? So don't waste everyone's time by talking about something you seem to know nothing about. In truth, it only shows how much you live in your own little world.

You're right that things haven't changed, but just not concerning myself, Jean. I've changed plenty. It's you who hasn't changed. You're still that twerpy bastard who won't stop and look around to see that people really aren't concerned with him as much as he'd like to think... as much as he enjoys thinking. I've given you some of my time, and I'm sure you are thrilled I'll be around. After all, I gave you some of the best reasons to shoot your mouth off last year. I unfairly attacked you... didn't face up to you directly at all times... I basically spit on your legacy. I'd still do that. And it made you think you were getting the reasons to validate your claims, the ones everyone knows so I don't even have to go through them.

And you know what? Now you're lonely, Jean. Not content with your title. You've come to me, Jean. Come to this Rumble because you don't want to look less of a 'company' man, but also because... you want me to make you look important again. The truth is, Jean... I'm not the one who needs to prove anything to you. Yeah I lost to you. You aren't the first. But I've had my fun with you, Jean. My attention is no longer on you. In short... deal. If we meet again, I'll welcome it. But for now... you go find some other playmates, Frenchie. Maybe Bull Budweiser will make a cameo just for you.

Now the Three Little Pigs come on stage. They all have cigars and are walking on their hind legs only. They begin throwing insults at the crowd.

TACT: For now, I'm focusing on the SoCal Rumble. It may not be a one-on-one match, or an Inferno Match, or some spectacular wrestling proving ground. What it is, however, is a chance for one man to make the most of an opportunity given to him. This concept of the Rumble not being worth it... just more excuses. Not in it to win? Then why are you here at all? Daymon brings up a good point, that you come here and you give your damndest... or don't come at all. Obviously not a lot of people agree, but I do.

The pigs suddenly squeal, seeing the Big Bad Wolf come running after them on stage. They scurry off on their piggy legs, back through the aisles of tables, the Big Bad Wolf chasing them out of the restaurant..

You want to ***** and moan about how this match doesn't 'fit' your expectations, your ideal? Go tell someone who cares. The fact is it might not mean **** to say you're going to win... but basically saying you're going to half-ass it is a shot to the integrity of WFW, and everyone who DOES give a damn in this match. I don't care if people like me or hate me, respect me or don't... but respect WFW, because it's got what it advertises, the world's finest.

And I'll be damned if I don't bust my ass for that fourth slot at the Superbowl of Wrestling.

Tact stands and leaves the restaurant. Walking down to an alleyway, one of the three pigs falls flat on its face in front of him. Tact gives it a look, but quickly turns and sees the silhouette of the Big Bad Wolf in the alley. However, upon entering the light, we see it's actually a scarggily looking man with a trenchcoat and cigarette in hand.

TACT: You guys put on quite a show. You work for the theme park, Mister...?

MR. WOLF: Wolf. And no, I'm... on business. We were just leaving.

TACT: Mr. Wolf? Are you kidding? You take it as a stage name or something?

Wolf gives him a condescending glare, baring his teeth, the canines seeming unusually large. From behind Tact approaches a woman in a navy blue suit, skirt, and high heels. She gives Mr. Wolf a threatening look.

WOMAN: Can it, Wolf. We don't need to complicate things anymore than they've been already.

TACT: And you are...?

The woman turns and eyes Tact.

SW: White. Snow White. Please disregard what you've seen, otherwise measures will have to be taken.

TACT: 'Measures?' What the hell's going on? There's a pig at my feet, a guy with.. fangs? And you're named Snow White?

SW: Yes. Is there a problem?

PIG: Hey, that's Mr. Pig to you, smart ass!

TACT: Uh...

SW: Pig, you've caused enough of a stir for one night!

She looks at Tact, then to Mr. Wolf, then the pig, and back at Tact again, sighing.

SW: Oh, what the hell... I suppose I could give you some explanation.... come with us. Have you ever heard of the Fables world? Well, of course you haven't....

They walk off, Mr. Wolf taking the pig by the ears and dragging him off. Fade out.