Gun Show VII: The Aftermath
Aug 30, 2018 16:00:58 GMT -5
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Post by Venom đź•· on Aug 30, 2018 16:00:58 GMT -5
Boom, pow, fizz, the sounds of fireworks signals the beginning of the Gun Show. Yes, just the sound of fireworks because we have a bear that would be easily spooked by fireworks indoors and it’s a fucking gym and fireworks might blow the place up. I digress, we move around the arena watching the screaming fans before we get to the ring and the one and only Goldbear II is standing in the center of the ring.
Mueller: Welcome to the Gun Show!
Venom: Goldy has something to get off of his chest.
Mueller: He’s a bear, what could he say?
Venom: What ever the ---- he wants.
In the ring the bear scratches at his balls before letting out a mighty roar. Shortly after his roar ends a voice plays over the PA system.
Goldbear II?: At Night of Champions I fought with all I had to defeat the monster that killed my family. It was my second opportunity to avenge my family, and I had the robot monster on the ropes. Just like that all a sudden I didn’t.
Goldbear II walks around the ring scratching at his neck. He again lets out a roar, and again a voice begins to play over the PA system.
Goldbear II?: Out of nowhere something came and took me out. It took my foe out. It left us laying and all that was left was a heap of mangled bodies and a monster standing with my shiny gold. Now the monster is gone. He has disappeared with my gold and I have no way of getting it back any time soon. I could dwell on it like I did with my family. I could look for revenge. But revenge consumed me for years. It is time for me to bottle up this rage and turn it in my favor. It’s time I used this for something else, possibly somewhere else. But first, I will represent GUNS in the End of Days tournament.
Goldbear II drops to all fours and walks out of the ring.
"Before there was the GUNS"
A shot of the GUNS, Venom, Mueller, Carlie, JFK, and Goldbear II all hanging out on the beach relaxing.
"Before there was K.I.W.A."
Rare footage of JFK and the Renegades running rough-shot over the Imperials.
"Before there was Overdrive 2k9"
A shot of AJ Phoenix, MGK (looking like a junkie oh wait that's just his natural look), and JFK all hanging out in some bar.
"Before the hostile corprate takeover of an Empire."
We now see Steve Awesome, The Ace, a younger clean shaved pre broken nose Kole Kaos, and JFK all in a boardroom going over their plan to take over the nCw.
"Before the Resistance."
JFK fighting alongside other XHF new comers against The Revival that consisted of Rob, Doc, Venom, and Charlie.
"Before any factions, tag teams, or rivalries, there was only.
The One."
A single shot of JFK, in his wrestling gear, hands taped up, 100% Florida Asskicking shirt on front and center.
"XHF, End of Days, the man, the myth, the legend, the only, The One, JFK cometh."
JFK gives that ever so slight devilish grin of his.
"Sucks to be you."
We come back, but not to the arena, not to Velez' office, but somewhere else. We're in a cafeteria and we see two people in line we recognize. It's the unlikely duo of Mr. X and Charlie Velez in the lunch line.
Mr. X: What are doing here?
Velez: My secretary accidently threw out my lunch, and somehow I left my credit card at home. What are you doing here? Or do you like crusted over mac and cheese?
Mr. X growls at Velez before continuing.
Mr. X: If you must know, I left my lunch in my car and when I noticed and went to get it, it spoiled.
Velez rolls his eyes and looks to the server.
Velez: Curry please.
The server comes over with a bowl of curry, but Mr. X quickly pushes Velez’ tray out of the way and takes the curry for himself.
Mr. X: Curry sure sounded good. Thanks for the recommendation.
Velez motions for another bowl of Curry.
Server: I’m sorry Mr. Velez, that was the last bowl.
Mr. X: Aww shucks, that’s too bad.
Velez bumps X with his hip pushing him over. Velez quickly moves to the next stop and motions food from that location and Mr. X quickly jumps in front and steals again. This repeats all down the line until Mr. X’s tray is overflowing with food and they reach the cashier.
Mr. X: HAHAHAHAHA! I guess you won’t be eating lunch today.
Velez smiles and looks down at his tray. There’s a bowl of curry on his tray and he quickly pays the cashier.
Velez: Enjoy all of your lunches. You should really pay more attention to your tray in the line.
Velez walks away with the curry he wanted while Mr. X is left to pay for an overloaded tray of food.
Winner and representing the GUNS at End of Days for the X*Crown: Charlie Velez
Venom: Bah Gawd Velez has done it!
Mueller: He's going to represent the GUNS for the X*Crown at End of Days! What a victory he had no idea he was even winning.
Venom: Glad I was able to get the secretary to ruin both of their lunches and steal Velez' credit card.
Mueller: We needed that credit card anyway to pay for all of this.
We cut to black.
And then a spark.
Another spark.
Another spark.
I'm not here.
Finally, a fire begins to set and grow. Light flickers as the blackness subsides for a large concrete wall behind it. A figure can be seen walking away from the campfire sitting on a concrete floor. Next to the fire, an object begins to glow as the fire grows, it's the gold from the Bear Necessities Championship. The light reflects off the title and begins to illuminate the concrete cave with a golden hue. Goldbear, the original, walks back into frame with grocery bag. He sits across from the championship, on the bare concrete, with his feet out in front of him and his knees up at an angle.
I'm not a champ.
Goldbear pulls out a paper bag from the grocery bag, wrapped around an unknown bottle. He unwraps the plastic and pulls off the cap. He takes a swig, makes a sour face, and then takes another swig quickly before swallowing. He sets the bottle down next to him.
I'm not alive.
Goldbear pulls out a white plastic zipped bag from the grocery bag, a bag of dried berries. He tries to open it with his hands but he struggles. He then bites into the bag and rips off the top of it, while maintaining the integrity of the ziplock. He then pours some of the contents, the dried berries, into his mouth and begins to chew with satisfaction.
I'm not a bear.
Goldbear places the bag down and swaps it with the paper bag whiskey bottle. He takes another swig with no reaction and swallows it down easily. A rat scurries nearby behind him, going unnoticed, as Goldbear places the whiskey back down next to him and the berries.
I'm not a bear.
Goldbear begins to warm his hands by the fire and becomes very still while he captures the fire's heat. The rat inches closer, sniffing the air, and then cautiously makes it's way to the berries.
I'm not a bear.
The rat gets right between Goldbear and the berries, sniffing the bag. Goldbear slams his hand down to his side.
I'm not a bear.
Goldbear pulls the rat up, left hand gripped tightly around the body of the rat who is squeaking for it's life.
I'm not a bear.
Goldbear takes his right hand and wraps it tightly around the rats head, ending the squeaks with a quick wrench of his hands.
I'm not a bear.
Goldbear looks at the rat, without emotion, before bringing the rat to his mouth and biting a huge chunk out of it. He doesn't react but instead chews in silence only broken by the crackle of the fire and some light crunching of his meal. Zoomed in tight on Goldbear's face, chewing his dinner, we cut back to black.
Venom: You know, I probably shouldn’t be saying this because I’m jinxing it, but we haven’t seen the Borgs today.
Mueller: Former two second tag team champions? They usually are around here somewhere.
Venom: I wonder where they are…
*The scene gets all wavey and transitions to Evil Borg and Heavy-metal Borg inside a casino. But not just any casino! It’s the Diamond Lounge! Heavy-metal Borg has a pile of chips in his arms.*
: Ha ha ha! This is fantastic! Why did we never think of this before! We know all the winners of all the things! We are racking up the money!
: “Mon-aaaay! It's a gas. Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash”
Security: Excuse me? Did you just say that you know the winners?
: What!? Of course not…how could I? It’s not like I’m from… THE AFTERWARD!
Security: Afterward? What the fuck is that? You mean the future?
: Ew, no, that’s the Tron’s eventuality that we will keep from happening.
Security: Oh, I love the Trons! Those guys are great. Wait a minute, you’re from the XHF network?
: WOOOOP!
Security: This place is run by one of your compatriots, Jack Diamond! We have an XHF exclusive lounge for when his buddies drop in.
: Who the devil is Jack Dia—exclusive lounge you say? OH YES! Our good buddy Jack Daimond! That guy is so great at suplexing… and breakers… of backs?
Security: Yeah, he is pretty awesome at that stuff. Let me take you to that area!
*The security guard escorts the Borgs to the VIP Room. Once entered, Heavy drops all his chips in amazement as girls are dancing around the room on poles and a few guys are playing at the high stakes poker table. Giant TV screens are playing sports-ball games that the Borgs have been winning money at. Heavy picks up his chips as Evil Borg looks around.*
Security: Enjoy gentlemen!
*Evil pulls up a chair at the table. We see Ken the Box, Copycat, and El Cazador playing poker.*
Cazador: Odalay!
: No thank you, I have my own face cream.
*Cazador looks confused.*
Copycat: I have five different cards! That’s good right?
Cazador: Si senior.
Copycat: I don’t know what he’s saying, but gosh darn, it’s the best!
Ken: Booyah! Full house!
Copycat: Oh man! You cleaned out all of my Bradshaw I.O.U.s!
: You losers are not even playing with real money?
Security: It’s a slow night. Plus, we’ve noticed the XHF guys are kinda skimpy on the money. That’s why we separate you.
*Heavy Metal is staring at a girl dancing. He holds up a chip and she grabs it with her teeth. Heavy giggles.*
: Well, this is very disappointing.
Security: Yeah. But you were winning way too much out there, so now with you in here, we get all that money back.
: I’m not joining this terrible card game, even if the prehistoric rules are easy for me to Feargal—I mean, finagle!
Security: Yeah, but I wasn’t worried about you, your friend is the mark.
: What?
*Evil looks over and Heavy seems to have lost all his chips to the dancing girls, who are swarming him.*
: “Take me down to the paradise city, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty!”
Cazador: Mamasitas! Yo quiero caliente latino?
: Heavy!
*The scene gets all wavey and we transition back to Venom’s gym.*
Venom: Ah well, I guess we’ll never know…
Mueller: What the hell were we talking about? Oh look, someone is in the ring.
We cut back to the arena where the SNOCIs are already in the ring for our main event. Slobby is finishing a slice of pizza while Slack is leaning against the ropes playing on his cell phone, probably on Discord talking about his latest Fortnight match.
Mueller: These two look… uh… formidable?
Venom: They’re from AWF, what did you expect.
The lights to the gym shut off and the crowd begins to get on their feet in anticipation. The projection lights up on the main stage, showing the skyline of Atlanta and Ennio Morricone's "Ecstacy of Gold" begins to pour out of the gym speakers. Shots of Goldbear II trying to feast on salmon and cowboys riding horseback through the American West fill the projection. The crowd begins to sing with the music cheer for Goldbear II's appearances on the big screen. The final shot of "Ecstacy of Gold" has Goldbear catching and devouring a salmon in his mouth. Crowd massive pops for their favorite carnivore.
A lone harmonica for "Man with a Harmonica," by Morricone as well, begins to play while showing Goldbear II dining on a bloody feast of salmon. As the harmonica begins to the pick up and is accompanied by an electric guitar, Venom is shown in the video, and then James Mueller, and even Charlie Velez. It cuts back to Goldbear II and then action shots of Venom, Mueller and Velez. Eventually the song breaks down and goes right into "Out of the Black" by Royal Blood. More action shots of the Guns are shown before "THE YOUNG GUNS" come up in text on the projection. The "Young" flickers off and it now reads "THE GUNS."
The crowd pops as Venom and Mueller walk out in front of the projection and onto the main stage. The lights flash with every drum pop in the song. Both men look amped to be here and begin to walk down to the ring. Behind them on the main stage, Goldbear II comes out, dick and balls exposed, to the delight of every fan in attendance and watching at home. Mueller jogs up the stairs to the corner of the ring and pauses on the apron. He sways a little as he approaches the middle of the apron, one hand on the top rope. He leans towards the crowd, looks out, shakes his head at them with a smirk on his face, and then throws himself through the middle ropes on his feet. He spins around on his feet with his arms out to bit of nostalgic cheer. He jerks his arms to his sides and then calms himself down. Venom gets up to his feet and begins walking towards the ring and stops in front of the ring and looks from left to right with his hood still on and then enters the ring. Venom walks to the stairs with Goldbear II close behind walks up the stairs and across the ring apron to the middle. He and Goldbear enter the ring one at a time and walk to the center where he drops to one knee again and points to the sky. Venom and Mueller both meet up in the ring with a fist bump as they begin to take off their jackets and any accessories before the match starts.
Venom: The champions look ready for stiff competition.
Mueller: Too bad this competition looks a little flabby.
Mueller starts in the ring with Slobby, not because he wanted to start, but because he couldn’t get out of the ring and so Slack threw his arms up and exited the ring. Mueller walks towards Slobby with a smile on his face while Slobby just kind of stands there. Mueller eyes him up and down and Slobby takes one stop forward and starts sweating profusely. Mueller looks confused, but then hits a Slobby with a drop kick. Slobby teeters, but does not fall. Mueller is quickly back up after the drop kick and gets up to Slobby and grabs him by the wrist. Mueller easily whips Slobby towards the ropes, but after two running steps Slobby stops a step short of the ropes and begins breathing heavily.
Mueller: Man this guy is out of shape. Where’d you really find them?
Venom: Like I said, this is the garbage AWF has to offer.
Mueller: Just between us… you know, no one’s listening.
Venom: The guys at the nerd shop will do anything for $50.
Mueller steps up and hits Slobby in the back with a dropsault landing on his feet that pushes Slobby against the ropes. He’s breathing heavily and holding onto the ropes as Mueller walks over to Venom and tags him in. Venom runs on the ring apron and jumps and kicks Slobby in the face. Slobby staggers back into the center of the ring off balance and Venom jumps, spring boards off of the top rope and flies at Slobby with a forearm to the face. Slobby staggers back and falls in his corner. He reaches up and tags Slack against his will. Slack reluctantly steps through the ropes while Slobby stays seated in the corner wiping sweat away from his face.
Mueller: Here comes Slack, he’s the po… power of the team?
Venom: He’s the something of the team.
Slack enters the ring with his arms out trying to calm down the situation. He doesn’t want any trouble. He then holds out his hand as he reaches in his back pocket and grabs his phone and starts texting someone. Venom throws up his arms in frustration.
Venom: Freaking millennials.
Mueller: Aren’t you a millennial?
Venom: Take that back.
Venom is done with this and steps forward and kicks the phone out of Slack’s hands. The phone flies into the crowd and Slack follows it with his eyes watching like he’s watching his family members fall off of a cliff. Slack watches his phone crash into the crowd and a tear forms in the corner of his eye. He turns back towards Venom and is greeted with a kick to the stomach and a DDT. Slack rolls on the mat with his hands on his head as Venom stands back watching him agonize in pain. Slack gets on all fours and Venom runs, leaps off of Slack’s back and comes shooting down on Slobby who is still sitting in the corner with a missile drop kick. Slobby screams out in pain as Slack gets up to his feet disoriented. Venom moves in and motions for Mueller to enter the ring. The ref doesn’t stop him because, well, he works for these guys and Venom grabs Slack and pops him up for Mueller to crash him down to complete the pop-up codebreaker. Venom moves onto slack for the cover and gets the three-count.
Winners and still XHF Tag Team Champions: the Guns
Venom: What a victory by the Guns.
Mueller: They had to overcome so much.
In the ring the Guns call for a mic each smiling barely sweating as Slack and Slobby are pulled out of the ring by security.
Mueller: Now that we’ve beaten the best AWF has to offer AGAIN, I think we’re done with that shithole of a company.
Venom: In fact, I’m done with anything having to do with that shitty state of Ohio.
Mueller: Yeah, if my Cards make the playoffs and play the Indians in the World Series, I won’t even bother going to the away games.
Venom: Same with my Braves.
Mueller: Nothing good has ever come out of Ohio anyway…
Mueller trails off as he stops as two figures appear at the end of the aisleway. It’s the real ICONs, at least two of them, Jack Diamond and Bobby Barratt. Venom motions for security to drop what they’re doing and surround the ring.
Bobby: Don’t worry guys. We’re not here to do what Mav did to you last time.
Jack: No, and unlike you we’re not here to face imitations of us.
Bobby: Exactly. We’re here for what is ours, those tag team titles.
Jack: We are the most dominant duo in this company. The champion of the company you seem to despise and the champion of the entire network.
Bobby: But before you run off the mouth that we haven’t beaten anyone as a team, well we’re already ahead of you.
Jack: We’ve got a match upcoming with a company you respect more than ours and we’ll prove ourselves and then you’ll have no choice but to…
Venom: HAHA! You guys are funny. You really think a 3-on-3 match is going to impress us enough to earn you a shot at these titles?
Mueller: Really, who do you think you are? The rest of the tag division is out there preparing to bust their asses in a tournament to name the number one contender and you want us to hand you a title match because you’re participating, not even won yet, but participating in a 3-on-3 match.
Venom: No, if you really want to earn your shot you’ll come here and face a team of our choosing, and if you win, you’ll get your shot.
Bobby: Is that all we’ve got to do? You’ve got it.
Jack: And once we beat your team, we’ll take what we want because we take everything. Hell I could even take your fans from you right now.
Jack pulls a wad of cash out of his back pocket and holds it up in the air. He tosses it towards the crowd and they begin chanting “ICONS-ICONS” as they scramble to pick up bills as they fly all over the place.
Jack: Fuck money and fuck you.
Bobby: Those titles will soon belong to the ICONs.
The Guns show fades as the crowd is ripping each other apart to get cash and the ICONs walk out of the arena leaving the Guns in the ring speechless.