Post by Dave D-Flipz on Jul 25, 2020 6:23:15 GMT -5
Wednesday, July 22, 2020 – 7:35ish PM
This match is going as well as it can be … I’ve been able to work all my submissions. His head has got to be throbbing. Breakdown, Cut the Strings, I’ve hit him with quite a few of my big moves. My ribs are on fire from his shoot takedowns and kicks but I think I’m ok. His strikes are massive though. I can feel it when I breathe. I need to lock down. I am focused. My combinations and submissions are really wearing him down. I can hear him panting and wheezing. I can’t afford to take a second Bullet Through Her Head, so let’s be on the lookout.
I look up at the clock, it’s getting closer to that 15 minute mark. I can’t get caught in an explosion before Night of .. FUCK, goddamn black magic woman. This hold sucks. Oh Lord my ribs. Ok ok tough it out, focus on you breathing. Slide the foot back for leverage and FLIP him. I can breathe again. Ok, no tap outs. He wants me to run the ropes, fine I … oh wait …
Every synapse in my body goes to ten all at once. My breathing stops and my heart skips. I collapse to the floor from the shock before the pain from the barbs sinks in and …
“FUCK! Oh fuck that hurt.”
I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Wait this is good, I know him. He smells blood. He’s coming closer … wait him out. KNEE STRIKE. Put him down. Ok gotta get this over with. Don’t want to experience that again. Snap suplex to catch my breath. No NO NO NO!
“AAAAGGGGGHHH!”
Wait for him, wait for him, spring the trap. Bow and Arrow lock, stretch him out, his back has to be barking from my submissions. Wait… did he … did he tap? HE TAPPED! FUCK YES! I KNEW IT!
“FUCK YES!”
14 minutes … I had 60 seconds before my Night of Champions would have been a wash. I would not have been cleared to compete had those bombs gone off. Ok time to relax and celebrate. I’ve earned it.
*DT is handed his title by Jaxson Carnegie. He looks at it and smiles. He drops to his knees and holds the title over his head as the fans erupt in cheers. Emotion sweeps over him. His first world title defense on his home turf to end successfully … he still has it. He wipes the tear from his eye and stands up. “The Hard Sell” is playing and DT waits for Ronnie to signal that the electricity is off before climbing the turnbuckles and giving his signature pose. Mistress Discipline makes her way to the ring with purpose and he without thinking leaps down and hugs her. She blushes and looks pleased until she realizes …*
"Oh … oh Lord you are sweaty, oh my god you smell like burned pet hair!"
"But … in a good way? Cuz I’m a champion?"
*Eichi slinks away as the two celebrate together … at a distance.*
THE POST SHOW PRESS EVENT
*DT and Mistress are walking down the hallway toward the stage where DT is to take his place once he is ready. He can hear the voices of Leon Chant and Nelly Angel promoting their upcoming match.*
"Were you expecting someone? You are looking around as if someone was waiting for you…"
"Half expected Rob Arnold to be here to scout me and support Leon. Maybe he needed to get to Mexico before this."
"You sound disappointed…"
"Every champion likes to rub their victories in their upcoming opponents faces but … I dunno there’s a respect I didn’t expect to get from Rob. I know he took me spiking Leon a bit harder than I thought … and less than Leon probably expected. It’s one thing to impress your supporters, neighsayers and allies. It’s another to get the attention of an indifferent peer, especially an opponent to come. Granted this isn’t the title he is after but … I dunno."
*We hear an OH HELL YES … Aleister sees DT standing at the door and takes the chance to cue him onto the stage.*
"Ladies and gentlemen, your retaining MCCW World Heavyweight Champion, and hopefully Sunday retaining XHF X*Crown Champion, Death Trap!"
*DT heads onto the stage.*
"Death Trap tonight you defended your title against the ever present top dog of MCCW in the Final Answer. Any thoughts?"
"Should have worn a thick rubber vest."
*The reporters in attendance, wearing masks and socially distanced … chuckle*
"This win means more to me than you all know. It seemed like just another meet up between Eichi and I in this little rivalry we’ve developed. But this was more than that. This showed that I have what it takes to be a champion and STAY a champion. While I never doubted I had it in me, the results haven’t always borne that out. And I always seem to lose the first title defense. So this was a step to solidifying my focus and proving that Sunday I should still be your odds on favorite. I went toe to toe with the best MCCW has and I believe this should put me above him in the rankings for the first time since the Gold Rush last year! I well and truly feel like I have earned the title Main Attraction. In MCCW and XHF global. I came out of this event with my title intact, my body in good shape for Sunday, and made a major statement to the other X*Crown guys that I can take whatever they dish at me."
"DT we certainly look forward to Night of Champions and we are rooting for you to win and bring the title back to MCCW. We have a major presence on the card this year and we are all very excited."
"Still, not the most impressive feat of the evening was it? Nelly you dick! You went on this cold streak, lost our tag match like a chump and complained to me over ice cream and you were holding THAT back this whole time? Former world champ Jay Carter, the Brutalizer, and you put him to sleep with his own power game? You sly dog I knew you had it in you."
"Oh uh, thanks! I … I didn’t! But now I get a chance for my first title in MCCW AND I get to wrestle with my brother to keep the XHF Tag titles so yes I’d say I’m a little excited!"
"So little advice then … don’t get powerbombed. Chant is a beast, that shit hurts."
*Leon nods in approval as Nelly gulps and swallows*
"Ah you can beat him, should be a fun match. Just like mine will be. I think I’m actually looking forward to it. Now that I have this win behind me I have the final piece to my own puzzle. I got over the hang ups about multi-man matches, I found my focus and dealt with some of my own doubts, and now I have proof to myself that I can still win the big one after the big one. I’m not taking anything for granted, I am in the ring with six of the best superstars in the XHF. Every one of them has the ability to step out of the shadows and take that title from me. But … I’m not worried. I’m not overconfident, I’m …. At peace. I am in the zone. If I can break out the arsenal like I did with Eichi tonight, to get him to tap to a basic hold but applied perfectly …"
"It was a shocking ending but not entirely unexpected. The two of you may well fight forever. Ladies and gentlemen I have been Aleister Mayfield, Ronnie is giving us the wrap it up sign which means we have ten minutes before the arena shuts off the…"
*All the lights go out.*
"It’s ok guys I have my interviewer camera with the big light, I can get us out safe."
"God damn it Ronnie …"
Friday, July 24, 2020 – Mexico City – Plaza del Toros
*It is the press day before the show in roughly 48 hours and all the major attendees for Night of Champions are out in force. We catch up with DT, Mistress Discipline, and Chaos touring the bull ring where the action happens and talking touristy crap and planning before DT has to go parade himself around the press and XHF brass … hopefully with his crown jewels well and truly hidden in safe packaging this time around.*
"Bullfighting is brutal. They castrate the bulls that they don’t find savage enough! Look at poor DT, he’s as savage as a macaroni art piece made by a first grader! He’d have his balls in a jar for sure!"
*DT winces and holds his groin*
"Chaos, we agreed we would put that aside, the event of the evening is wrestling. A much more civilized sport where the athletes compete for prizes and pride."
"And where losers are beheaded, thrown from a castle, blown up with LEGOS, stabbed and resurrected, or covered with ghostly hands and space lint!"
"… *he stops walking* … What the hell kind of universe is this that allows all of that to co-exist. I blame President Punker’s influence. President Kanyon has done nothing to change the culture. That reminds me I wanna go fishing after this, did you remember the BANG Fish attractant spray? It’s legal in Mexico."
"Death Trap … DT … Dave … my adoring tag team partner … Mexico City is LANDLOCKED! I swear we have discussed this. Did you not pay attention to the promos with the girls in furkinis?"
"… the who in the what now?"
*He has perked up …*
"Oh I’m sure we can find you a furry woman to talk to DT don’t you worry."
"Ahem! We are here for the press event, can we possibly refrain from this kind of talk around all these cameras? That is how rumors and gossip gets started. We don’t want people getting the wrong idea about us!"
"Right, wouldn’t want anyone to think there was any funny business going on here hon. Wouldn’t want to give the appearance of anything but professionalism!"
"Exactly!"
*This time the sarcasm has even outdueled Discipline. DT meanwhile is picking at his shirt*
"My barbed wire wounds itch. I need to take my shirt off and get some analgesic. Can one of you help a guy out?"
"… … …"
"See? Professional!"
*Discipline’s face alternates between wanting to egg on this action and wanting to storm off. In the end she does neither and simply clears her throat into her mask and beckons them to follow her*
"You need to stop supplying your opponents with these … gaffe … moments DT. You need to be taken seriously! Your fans respect you, you need to make the other wrestlers do so as well."
"Hey I supply exactly what the fans need. And I intend to supply them a victory. I can’t wait to hear them cheering my name and calling out my moves for me. There is nothing quite like it. My fans demand a lot from me."
"What a ham-fisted segue! Just address Carlson already, you know you want to!"
"What happened to subtlety Chaos?"
"Oh dear, we all know subtlety is not my strong suit."
"… That’s fair. … This Carlson guy has an interesting outlook on life and wrestling. He speaks with an air of authority, despite being in no position to exercise it. He clearly has no time for the games Dylan, Rob, and I have been playing … you know the entertaining the fans and promoting the match aspect. I mean how much can a guy train in front of the camera? He’s promoting himself but not the match. Until now. I feel like sometimes I am the only one who understands the nuance of the promotional period for a big show. It’s all about the entertainment. Nobody wants a boring lead-in to take their mind off the match and put it on … I dunno Grandma Esmeralda’s guacamole recipe."
"Right, because if DT is one thing, it’s not boring! For sure, nobody ever says that! … Well not when we’re around at least. We’re your personal relevance machines!"
"THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH CHAOS! We are not here to artificially inflate his optics. I am his wrestling tag team partner, it is important that people associate us together so when we have our debut they already know we are a team and we are going to dominate them. It is bad enough people like that horrible Zorn keep referring to me as nothing but his … ahem … female dog … among other nasty remarks. By putting myself in the picture with a dual champion we ALL benefit."
"Please! Talking to us is WAY more fun than sitting alone in a room or talking to a rigid interviewer."
"Or watching a guy just wrestle some old dudes with nothing important to say. Personal training sessions should be just that. Personal. Still though it doesn’t take away from the fact that the dude is the most technically sound guy other than myself of course in the ring. I mean if technical perfection wasn’t already copyrighted and trademarked … that’d be me. But this guy is good! He no doubt deserves to be in this match. Though it might be nice to get him one on one and see what he can really do. Let him cut loose without the weapons and the … other obstacles."
"He is not wrong either, before Overheated he was another face in the masses. His federation is new to the network and we know precious little about it. And nobody can doubt he put in the work. It is approximately eighty percent of what he showed on camera. Clearly though he has some lessons to be learned. I could teach him a thing or two about presentation. Where is my powerpoint?"
"As *yawn* riveting … as that sounds MD, I think we should save that for the actual tag matches when you get to actually … ya know … wrassle."
"The time I put in will pay off. It did for DT."
"Nah I ain’t flying, I’m falling with style. Or rather failing for so long and then achieving something. Look I know I need to take Dylan seriously, but other than his improve skills, what has he shown that isn’t hypocrisy and mediocrity? Talk about someone failing for a long time and winning the big one? I guess he’s trying to mimic me!"
"Mimic you? Whatever do you mean?"
*DT stops them from walking and takes out his phone to get a picture near the matador entrance for his twitter. @shutyourtrap … and no you won’t be able to find it …*
"Think about it. He went from on top of the world in AXW, similar to me in XHF originally. Then he fell from grace. In his case he became a Viper, and in my case it was the head trauma. Also he had the hand thing I guess. He gets a bounceback with the tag titles, similar to my short first reign with the MCCW title. Now he’s suddenly surging after beating Brad Swann, he thinks he can emulate me all the way to the top. I’m almost touched!"
"DT he has a serious chip on his shoulder. He has been through a lot. He CLEARLY wants your title!"
"Who doesn’t?! The thing is unlike Dylan … I have been winning. I have been a victor. I have been making statements the entire time. Dylan wants what I have, literally! He is a jealous kid out to bust skulls on his way to the top with no care for how he does it. And that makes him dangerous, but predictable. His answer is to hurt things. And it’s his Achilles’ heel. Look what I did to Eichi. I took the blows and then sprung the trap on him. Twice. And he broke. Long before I did. It’s a solid strategy against a normal man. But I am DT 2 … no DT Twenty-One Belts. I am not normal. Make fun of that statement all you want but you all know I am the exception to all your rules."
*They continue around the arena scoping out prime locations for DT and his No DQ match. The ring is ENORMOUS compared to a standard ringside area. To hit a guy on the barricade might take you two minutes of physically dragging him to it.*
"I’ve done it all. I don’t intend to stop now gentlemen. You will need to put me down for good to pry this belt from my hands. I am in the best place mentally of my career. And for someone as tactical and methodical as me? That makes me the most dangerous man in this match. Even if you weren’t already on edge around me since I AM the champion … a dual champion."
"That is something that is bothering me. Ryan Young and his irreverent father … aside from casting some very spurious aspersions about our relationship … he brought up a good point."
"That sounds farfetched."
"Was it before or after the weird knee fellatio fetish he has?"
"It is a serious question you two. You have achieved all of your goals. Why keep going?"
"What exactly is there for me? What is left for me to accomplish?"
"I believe that is the question I paraphrased."
*He turns to the camera*
"It’s simple everyone. When you achieve a goal … you don’t stand stagnant. You don’t bugger off and jerk yourself off to your own success. You make … and follow me on this … a new goal. You set a new bar to overcome. It’s not that hard. I don’t do this for the titles, or the money. I do this because the biggest thrill in my life, the thing that gives me the most joy, satisfaction, and sense of success and self-realization … is to be in that ring, to the sounds of cheering fans, and soaking it all in. To stand in the spotlight and own it. To be … the main attraction. I’ve never been shy about who I am and what I’m about. This business gave me my life and saved it. These fans put me on the life of luxury and happiness. SO I give back. Never had the tag titles, let’s train up a new force to be reckoned with and get myself some more spotlight while also giving the fans the satisfaction of seeing another submission master trained by the best. Or if I’m being more selfish? I got my MCCW World title. I needed to defend it successfully. I got my X*Crown. I wear them both at the same time. Now … I want to be the best damn wrestler on the face of the Earth. Will I do it? Pfft fuck if I know … but I will keep pushing until the goal is no longer an option. I will keep going… until I can’t anymore. I don’t need any other reason than that. It’s who I am. It’s right in the nickname."
*He sighs and turns back to his friends*
"Sometimes you have to miss one point … to score a whole hell of a lot more. Eschew the field goal and score a damn touchdown. I didn’t think it was that hard a concept ya know? His dad is right. I’m not the greatest. I’m not the best. Yet. But after Sunday, when I have my hand raised in victory … you damn well know I’m putting my name in the conversation for good. Things to think about."
"Yes well that’s all well and good but I want a churro. Let’s get out of this sun."
*They walk off and we fade*
