Post by Dave D-Flipz on Oct 22, 2019 10:30:55 GMT -5
*The scene opens up in an airport. Newark Liberty International Airport to be accurate. Coming off of a plane from the UK is MCCW World Heavyweight Champion Death Trap. He walks down the terminal and into the main airport where he looks around. We see him look up at the signage and find the destination he needs. He walks off and we catch up to him standing around a baggage claim carousel. He waits and whistles while listening to music on his ipod. Finally a bag decorated with many destination stickers and a Mariners logo comes around and DT steps forward. He grabs the bag and hoists it over his shoulder. He walks out of the baggage claim area and up to the food court where he drops the bag and takes out his bowler hat and his MCCW World Heavyweight title belt. He hoists the bag back over his shoulder and looks around. He begins to walk off.
We catch up to DT again as he waits in line at Earl of Sandwich. A shop he knows from his time in Boston with Gravedigger is located in the center of the Boston Common. He stands there rocking on his heels a bit and deciding on what he wants. While in line a man and his younger son walk up to DT. We see them conversing for a second before the man opens his jacket to show off a classic DT "Feeling ... Trapped?" T-shirt from back in the original XHF days. The kid then holds up a new DT action figure the XHF have released in honor of End of Days. We can see DT shrug and point to his belt. He must have been asked why there is no merch from MCCW yet and DT clearly doesn't know but it's probably in the works. He kneels down and signs the kid's replica XHF X*Crown title and then shakes the father's hand. He turns back and orders a chipotle chicken avocado sandwich and a coffee, cream and sugar.
We catch up again some time later as DT is finishing his sandwich with a print newspaper open on his table as well. He has clearly finished reading and is doing the crossword. He checks his watch and yawns. We see him flip out his phone and look something up before he jumps ever so slightly as it goes off in his hand. He lifts it up and seems to be having a conversation with someone. He laughs heartily and sits back in his chair sipping the last of his drink and folding up the paper. After a few minutes he pockets the phone and puts the newspaper in the recycling and throws out his trash. He heads out of the airport to the rental car area and spies a corvette. He smirks and walks off.
A few minutes later DT returns with paperwork and key in hand and hops into the corvette without opening the door. He puts up the convertible roof as it's nippy out and he peels out of the parking lot.*
*We open up at a hotel room. DT is seen sitting on the chair in the corner while a man with an MCCW shirt on talks to him from the desk chair. The two men stand and shake hands and the employee leaves. DT shuts the door behind him and with a click of a lock we suddenly gain sound again.*
: Ya know ... not everyone has to be a super hero. Not everyone has to have some exciting thing happening every damn day of the week to be valid. Be it Anthony Caffrey going on all the local Philadelphia radio shows and badmouthing my federation, or Maverick emerging from some alternate realms, or Bobby Barratt running his business ... everyone has some side hustle and we all have to know about it. It's interesting. Because I value my down time. I was too involved the last go around and it burned me out fast. I don't understand how this group of guys, can't really call them the next generation since Bobby is as old as me, handles having everything be this big production. Some of us just have normal day to day lives ya know? Was it exciting for all of you to watch me as I got to Newark to defend my title tomorrow against Jason Justice? Did it enlighten you as to who and what I am to see me eat a sandwich and catch up on the news? Was it uplifting to know I also have to rent cars when I travel ... admittedly I get the nice, fancy cars but hey any reason to throw in a reference to 2006 right?
*He chuckles and sits down in his desk chair and kicks his feet onto the desk.*
: It's just not my style to be doing all this extra crap at once. This is my job, it pays well, why do I need some other side thing if I'm this successful? Really makes you wonder what kind of things these guys are buying. After all what does a pair of laser cybernetic eyes go for these days? And of all the X-Men to try and copy ... why not go for the retractable claws Jeremiah? Is it cuz he's Canadian? Or would talking about being the best there is at what you do seem a little too Chris Card for your liking? Wait isn't Card based in Canada too? I don't really keep up with much these days outside of my personal interests, I leave that for the head honchos. Frankly it's not my place to be telling other people how to run their business or who draws in the better viewing numbers on their promos ... *wink*
*He shrugs and puts his hands behind his head as he reclines.*
: All I know is it gets tiring trying to keep up with all this alternate universe crap. SOme big golden motherfucker supposedly split the worlds and is some kind of hellgod and then there's this dystopian place Vastrix supposedly comes from where everyone is sad and poor and cyborgian, you got THE FUTURE, THE AFTERWARD, and I hear there's even a world where Kanyon isn't president, Trump still is. *shudders* My God that would be awful. But hey, I am not here to shit on anyone's sandwich ... I don't think that's an actual saying anyone has ever said before ... but you'll have to excuse me if I prefer to focus on the wrestling going on in my neck of the woods, where the most I have to worry about is getting a slideshow lecture, or a case of cropdusting, or being forced to hear Ognom as he complains about being cucked while being cucked. Whatever the hell that even means. After all I have a title match tomorrow to get through before I even think about this Vastrix guy. Jason Justice is a premiere specimen of wrestling after all and very few men can claim to have put him down. And here little ol' DT comes along and makes him tap to become number one contender for the title I went on to win.
*He puts his feet to the ground and leans in looking inquisitive to the camera*
: Ya know it's funny. A lot of guys have this mindset about them ... that I am not good enough, that me beating them is some kind of proof that they are slipping. Nelly Angel lost like 5 out of 6 singles matches since I beat him in the tiebreaker in the Gold Rush. Yamaguchi-san lost three straight including one to Andrew Daniels who is a tier below us in the title rankings. Justice managed to lose a few as well. It's funny how having all your expectations broken can warp your sense of reality and really mess with your flow. But not me. I lost to Justice, came right back and gave it back to him. Lost to Yamaguchi, came back and took his title. I'm not unbeatable, I'm not invincible, and I certainly don't have a computer in my brain. Heck if I did it might have helped restore my brain when it failed me years ago. But I am reliable, dependable, consistent. I am always the one drawing the crowds because they KNOW what I give them, and they like what they see. See Mr. Vastrix here's what you need to know about me. I am the best of what our version of Seattle has to offer. I know yours is a smoldering wreck and I have to ask what you did to save my city in your world? Hell where is your version of me? Am I dead? Did you cause it? Did you try and stop it? Or was that before you decided to be this magnanimous son of a bitch who donates to his people and fights clone armies?
*He sits back in the chair*
: Well your advantages aren't as pronounced when it comes to me sir. Your computer brain doesn't give you anything a tape player couldn't give anyone in this realm either. I am not exactly sparse with details in how I operate. In fact I might even be classed as predictable. So all your knowledge is really not that special. Anyone could figure out how I aim to fight by listening to me prattle on in these promos or watching a match on MCCW. I kick people, I bend people, I make people tap out. And knowing it's coming hasn't helped anyone one iota. Because I am the finest. I am the main attraction. And I am more than just a list of moves on a sheet of paper. I am a better class of wrestler sir. And while I respect the show of wrestling you've put on in this tournament, fine work I assure you ... knowing what I am going to do isn't going to stop me doing it. And you don't fix what isn't broken. I am good enough to make sure you can see what I'm doing, know what's next and it STILL puts you down. So many guys talk about being unpredictable and adaptable and being able to strategize their way out of any predicament. But me? I'm blunt. I know what I do well and I know I do it well enough that I could tell you I'm going to kick your metal skull in and you'd still be on the mat looking up at the lights afterward. I execute my strategies. I perform better than the average man.
*He stands up looking sure of himself.*
: But then you're going to tell me how you AREN'T the average man right? Laser eyes, computer brain, metal in the body, turn off the pain sensors ... well then I just make sure you know you're being broken without the pain. See pain is a useful tool for humans. It tells us something is wrong or to stop what we're doing. And learning to fight it off is what makes guys like me so hard to make give up. But having no pain at all? You wouldn't even know what damage I was doing. That's no way to fight man. Part of the fun is going past your limits and you are here just turning them off. So when I lock in the Seattle Stretch and you just laugh ... what happens when you realize that I separated your shoulder? When I lock in a kneebar, what happens when you get out of it only to realize your leg is facing the wrong way and won't support your weight? Or what happens when you fall into your own death trap ... and wake up to see your brain for all it's perks still shut down and you've long since lost the match? See me I a no stranger to pain. I work to minimize it and deal with it but I use it to know my body and my capabilities. I use it to drive me to the next level and know when to end things. And you just ... ignore ... a prime source of information during a match. You wanna talk about me tapping to prevent damage but you sir don't realize that without pain you won't know WHEN you should have given up. Until it's over.
*He faces the camera again*
: SO you go ahead, play in your cities of rubble and factories of clones, take me lightly. It's the same old story. Nobody showing me the respect I've earned. The result will always be the same Jeremiah. Because in this realm, in this tournament, in this little piece of the stage play ... I ... am the master of puppets ... and I decide when to cut the strings. That briefcase is coming home with me. You're up against Seattle's Finest. And I don't think you can take it.
*Fade out*
We catch up to DT again as he waits in line at Earl of Sandwich. A shop he knows from his time in Boston with Gravedigger is located in the center of the Boston Common. He stands there rocking on his heels a bit and deciding on what he wants. While in line a man and his younger son walk up to DT. We see them conversing for a second before the man opens his jacket to show off a classic DT "Feeling ... Trapped?" T-shirt from back in the original XHF days. The kid then holds up a new DT action figure the XHF have released in honor of End of Days. We can see DT shrug and point to his belt. He must have been asked why there is no merch from MCCW yet and DT clearly doesn't know but it's probably in the works. He kneels down and signs the kid's replica XHF X*Crown title and then shakes the father's hand. He turns back and orders a chipotle chicken avocado sandwich and a coffee, cream and sugar.
We catch up again some time later as DT is finishing his sandwich with a print newspaper open on his table as well. He has clearly finished reading and is doing the crossword. He checks his watch and yawns. We see him flip out his phone and look something up before he jumps ever so slightly as it goes off in his hand. He lifts it up and seems to be having a conversation with someone. He laughs heartily and sits back in his chair sipping the last of his drink and folding up the paper. After a few minutes he pockets the phone and puts the newspaper in the recycling and throws out his trash. He heads out of the airport to the rental car area and spies a corvette. He smirks and walks off.
A few minutes later DT returns with paperwork and key in hand and hops into the corvette without opening the door. He puts up the convertible roof as it's nippy out and he peels out of the parking lot.*
*We open up at a hotel room. DT is seen sitting on the chair in the corner while a man with an MCCW shirt on talks to him from the desk chair. The two men stand and shake hands and the employee leaves. DT shuts the door behind him and with a click of a lock we suddenly gain sound again.*
: Ya know ... not everyone has to be a super hero. Not everyone has to have some exciting thing happening every damn day of the week to be valid. Be it Anthony Caffrey going on all the local Philadelphia radio shows and badmouthing my federation, or Maverick emerging from some alternate realms, or Bobby Barratt running his business ... everyone has some side hustle and we all have to know about it. It's interesting. Because I value my down time. I was too involved the last go around and it burned me out fast. I don't understand how this group of guys, can't really call them the next generation since Bobby is as old as me, handles having everything be this big production. Some of us just have normal day to day lives ya know? Was it exciting for all of you to watch me as I got to Newark to defend my title tomorrow against Jason Justice? Did it enlighten you as to who and what I am to see me eat a sandwich and catch up on the news? Was it uplifting to know I also have to rent cars when I travel ... admittedly I get the nice, fancy cars but hey any reason to throw in a reference to 2006 right?*He chuckles and sits down in his desk chair and kicks his feet onto the desk.*
: It's just not my style to be doing all this extra crap at once. This is my job, it pays well, why do I need some other side thing if I'm this successful? Really makes you wonder what kind of things these guys are buying. After all what does a pair of laser cybernetic eyes go for these days? And of all the X-Men to try and copy ... why not go for the retractable claws Jeremiah? Is it cuz he's Canadian? Or would talking about being the best there is at what you do seem a little too Chris Card for your liking? Wait isn't Card based in Canada too? I don't really keep up with much these days outside of my personal interests, I leave that for the head honchos. Frankly it's not my place to be telling other people how to run their business or who draws in the better viewing numbers on their promos ... *wink**He shrugs and puts his hands behind his head as he reclines.*
: All I know is it gets tiring trying to keep up with all this alternate universe crap. SOme big golden motherfucker supposedly split the worlds and is some kind of hellgod and then there's this dystopian place Vastrix supposedly comes from where everyone is sad and poor and cyborgian, you got THE FUTURE, THE AFTERWARD, and I hear there's even a world where Kanyon isn't president, Trump still is. *shudders* My God that would be awful. But hey, I am not here to shit on anyone's sandwich ... I don't think that's an actual saying anyone has ever said before ... but you'll have to excuse me if I prefer to focus on the wrestling going on in my neck of the woods, where the most I have to worry about is getting a slideshow lecture, or a case of cropdusting, or being forced to hear Ognom as he complains about being cucked while being cucked. Whatever the hell that even means. After all I have a title match tomorrow to get through before I even think about this Vastrix guy. Jason Justice is a premiere specimen of wrestling after all and very few men can claim to have put him down. And here little ol' DT comes along and makes him tap to become number one contender for the title I went on to win.*He puts his feet to the ground and leans in looking inquisitive to the camera*
: Ya know it's funny. A lot of guys have this mindset about them ... that I am not good enough, that me beating them is some kind of proof that they are slipping. Nelly Angel lost like 5 out of 6 singles matches since I beat him in the tiebreaker in the Gold Rush. Yamaguchi-san lost three straight including one to Andrew Daniels who is a tier below us in the title rankings. Justice managed to lose a few as well. It's funny how having all your expectations broken can warp your sense of reality and really mess with your flow. But not me. I lost to Justice, came right back and gave it back to him. Lost to Yamaguchi, came back and took his title. I'm not unbeatable, I'm not invincible, and I certainly don't have a computer in my brain. Heck if I did it might have helped restore my brain when it failed me years ago. But I am reliable, dependable, consistent. I am always the one drawing the crowds because they KNOW what I give them, and they like what they see. See Mr. Vastrix here's what you need to know about me. I am the best of what our version of Seattle has to offer. I know yours is a smoldering wreck and I have to ask what you did to save my city in your world? Hell where is your version of me? Am I dead? Did you cause it? Did you try and stop it? Or was that before you decided to be this magnanimous son of a bitch who donates to his people and fights clone armies?*He sits back in the chair*
: Well your advantages aren't as pronounced when it comes to me sir. Your computer brain doesn't give you anything a tape player couldn't give anyone in this realm either. I am not exactly sparse with details in how I operate. In fact I might even be classed as predictable. So all your knowledge is really not that special. Anyone could figure out how I aim to fight by listening to me prattle on in these promos or watching a match on MCCW. I kick people, I bend people, I make people tap out. And knowing it's coming hasn't helped anyone one iota. Because I am the finest. I am the main attraction. And I am more than just a list of moves on a sheet of paper. I am a better class of wrestler sir. And while I respect the show of wrestling you've put on in this tournament, fine work I assure you ... knowing what I am going to do isn't going to stop me doing it. And you don't fix what isn't broken. I am good enough to make sure you can see what I'm doing, know what's next and it STILL puts you down. So many guys talk about being unpredictable and adaptable and being able to strategize their way out of any predicament. But me? I'm blunt. I know what I do well and I know I do it well enough that I could tell you I'm going to kick your metal skull in and you'd still be on the mat looking up at the lights afterward. I execute my strategies. I perform better than the average man.*He stands up looking sure of himself.*
: But then you're going to tell me how you AREN'T the average man right? Laser eyes, computer brain, metal in the body, turn off the pain sensors ... well then I just make sure you know you're being broken without the pain. See pain is a useful tool for humans. It tells us something is wrong or to stop what we're doing. And learning to fight it off is what makes guys like me so hard to make give up. But having no pain at all? You wouldn't even know what damage I was doing. That's no way to fight man. Part of the fun is going past your limits and you are here just turning them off. So when I lock in the Seattle Stretch and you just laugh ... what happens when you realize that I separated your shoulder? When I lock in a kneebar, what happens when you get out of it only to realize your leg is facing the wrong way and won't support your weight? Or what happens when you fall into your own death trap ... and wake up to see your brain for all it's perks still shut down and you've long since lost the match? See me I a no stranger to pain. I work to minimize it and deal with it but I use it to know my body and my capabilities. I use it to drive me to the next level and know when to end things. And you just ... ignore ... a prime source of information during a match. You wanna talk about me tapping to prevent damage but you sir don't realize that without pain you won't know WHEN you should have given up. Until it's over.*He faces the camera again*
: SO you go ahead, play in your cities of rubble and factories of clones, take me lightly. It's the same old story. Nobody showing me the respect I've earned. The result will always be the same Jeremiah. Because in this realm, in this tournament, in this little piece of the stage play ... I ... am the master of puppets ... and I decide when to cut the strings. That briefcase is coming home with me. You're up against Seattle's Finest. And I don't think you can take it.*Fade out*
