Post by Dave D-Flipz on Jul 12, 2021 13:38:41 GMT -5
Warren W. Webber: Ladies and gentlemen, I am here at the locker room of a man who is scheduled to go head to head with the founder tonight. It’s sure to be a crazy match. I’m going to try and get some time with the man himself, Death Trap.
*He knocks on a locker room door. We hear some scuffling and the door opens up. DT leans out with his signature bowler hat on his head. He smirks and opens the door.*
Death Trap: Triple Dubs! Good to see you after so long.
*Warren sighs as he remembers why he stayed away from the Main Attraction*
Warren W. Webber: Please DT, it’s Warren.
Death Trap: Ah stop being a stick in the mud Webby. Come in, come in! Can I get you a San Pellegrino?
Warren W. Webber: *Sighing* No no it’s fine. I’m here to talk to you about tonight!
*DT’s face slowly loses that giddiness and he looks very serious. He shakes his head*
Death Trap: Ya know, it’s important to have fun now and again. Being all work all the time makes you into an Armand. And nobody likes an Armand. Nobody.
Warren W. Webber: Er well, about that … you are being given the chance to finally put this whole thing with Armand to rest at the Memorial show.
*DT holds up his finger to pause Warren’s comments*
Death Trap: No. I’m being given a stage in which they expect to use every dirty trick to literally end my career. I’m being sent to my own funeral. And when I survive it and drop Armand on his head, in honor of my friend Radu, we ALL KNOW this will not end. Armand doesn’t do ends. He keeps going until it would hurt him financially and legally to keep coming at you. What I’m being given is a stage to show them all that I am above them. A showcase of the immortals if you will. Where I can prove to the KGB once and for all that the Main Attraction never ends.
Warren W. Webber: That’s … strikingly realist of you.
Death Trap: Dubs … I’m forty-one years old. I wasn’t born yesterday. If they keep letting Armand get away with all this shit, if they keep letting the KGB actually destroy career and nobody is getting sued … then they certainly aren’t going to stop them now. The KGB need to be contained, for the good of the sport, for the good of the XHF. And I can think of no better way to do that than to prove them wrong about me at every turn.
Warren W. Webber: I’m sorry what?
Death Trap: Armand has it in his head that I am just a man, out to do the impossible. Soutter thinks I am just a pest that can be squashed or broken and sent away. Like he thinks happened to Radu. And their new pet Donzig seems to think I am an evil fraud who thinks just like them but won’t admit it.
*DT shrugs*
Death Trap: You can’t teach this level of insanity … or cure it. But I can snap a little bit of reality into their dealings. This is a business. We are employees. There are ways you treat people in this country, and in Australia, and in Canada. And they need to be exposed. Donzig? He’s a dog on a chain, meant to be aimed at whoever the KGB wants beaten without reason. And that’s easy to deal with. Fox did a fine job of it at Overheated.
Warren W. Webber: I mean, Donzig is hardly someone you are worrying about.
Death Trap: Aren’t I? What happens literally every time I go out to wrestle for SWAT? They throw every clown and henchman they can at me to try and hurt me. To pretend like I am not the best damn wrestler in the company, by making me look bad, or lose matches. And honestly, even with all that fire power? I’m more popular in SWAT than ever, I’ve won more than I’ve lost. And that pisses the off. And that gives Armand pause. Because if I am as good as I say I am, then he really can’t do anything to me now can he? We fought in J-ROK and I went through a gauntlet. I was maimed. I was beaten. I was cheated. And … Armand tapped out to me. Superhuman isn’t it? No, no. But it should damn sure serve as an example that when I am put in a corner I fight my ass off to give the fans the match and show they paid for. And that means beating Armand in the ring, in front of his henchmen, in front of the fans, and embarrassing the fool the way nobody (except maybe Dominicus …) has before.
Warren W. Webber: Well that brings us to tonight. You were told that to get to Armand you have to get through Paul Soutter tonight. You originally were brought back to help Soutter here, and now he’s turned on you and rejoined the group he founded.
Death Trap: Cowards always run Triple Dubs. It’s a fact. When things get tough, tough guys chest up and face their problems. Like me. Cowards run, tail between their legs, crying to their buddies about how it wasn’t fair! And how they deserve more! They don’t wanna WORK for their accolades. They are too important! Paul Soutter … you showed your true colors. When faced with a malignant cancer in your own company, in the group YOU started … you turned tail and caught the cancer yourself. You buddied up and sold out everyone else. But see you are the owner, the founder. You have a DUTY to protect your company and your employees. You have an obligation to keep this insanity under wraps. And that scared you. So you turned your yellow belly and ran.
*DT throws his hat to the chair behind him and grabs the microphone for added emphasis, pulling Warren with him towards the camera as he hops awkwardly*
Death Trap: Paul, you fucked up. You fucked up harder than anyone before. And you don’t even care. What kind of a man, if you can call yourself that, are you? You’ve stood by while Radu Matei was crippled in your care. You’ve watched Jonnie Valentine be brutally assaulted and prevented from competing and earning is pay, week in and week out. You’ve watched Frostbite set people on fire, Rally Jackson harassing and assaulting people as if it’s all a big rib. IT’S WHAT YOU DO! You sit back … and you watch better people do your work for you. Be it fighting against these creeps … or being them. You SICKEN me. What kind of owner you COULD have been man. This company has been a stalwart in the wrestling scene for how long? And you are willing to risk that reputation because you can’t man up and stop the runaway virus you created and unleashed.
*DT releases Warren’s hand and Warren shakes it out before regaining his composure*
Warren W. Webber: So tonight you get the Founder one on one.
Death Trap: Oh stop being naïve Warren. I get a match with the KGB where the only guy I can actually pin or submit to end it is the Founding Fuckup himself. At the Anzac Cup, we saw what wrestling could be when allowed to actually transpire. Sure Mistress and I got screwed but look at the main event between the Rev’s and Bear-o-Dactyl. Look what Soutter could call his own if he got out of his own way and stopped fucking up. How many commissioners have we had? How many of them were crooked. How much money has the KGB or Zoran, or whoever, frittered away? Can we discuss the lost funds for the Amazons tournament? Mismanagement is the management style Paul employs here. It’s chaos and passing the buck.
*DT looks at the screen*
Death Trap: Paulie! I’m your answer right here. I’m the savior your company needs. The problem is? I’m saving it from you and your creations. Mark my words. Tonight, I will make you wish you didn’t choose to get your hands dirty. I am a goddamned legend in this business. I am a two time X*Crown champion. I am the name on your card that instantly sells out arenas. Me. I am the tool you could have used to rebuild SWAT and lay claim to the AWF’s relinquished spot as the jewel of the Network. But instead I’m the tool being used to save this place from being the turd of the network. Under your WATCHful eye and Armand’s rotten hands, the soul of SWAT has withered and turned to ash. Well the Main Attraction is here to purge the poison and save this company. And it starts with you.
Warren W. Webber: So you think it’ll be easy?
Death Trap: Please Warren, I am not one of those green rookies who doesn’t see what’s in front of him. I am not going to insult the man’s wrestling acumen. He earned that nickname. He is no slouch. I’m not gonna call him old or out of shape. After all, pot calling the kettle black. No no. I’m going into this expecting the big bad bruiser to bring his all. I expect this to be a bloody fight. I expect to use everything at my disposal … to dispose of Soutter. I want to see him tap out in front of me. I want him to KNOW I was the better man and wrestler. I don’t care how many clowns I have to go through. Hehehe, Hahaha, Sticky, Sir Monocle, Frostbite, Joanne, Eddie D, Bruno, Gabriel Tuck, or Armand himself … I will get the Founder to account for every fuck up. And I will make sure there’s plenty of him left for Jonnie Valentine to get his ounce of blood. Paul … unlike you, I don’t end careers. I want you to live with the knowledge that I could have. And then I want you to put on a show for these fans. And dance like the gorilla you are.
Warren W. Webber: Is that a prediction?
Death Trap: Haha no. That’s a promise. The Founder has to be saved from himself before he’ll let anyone save his damn company. And who better to being his account due than the man who took the X*Crown FROM SWAT. Who better than DT?
*DT shakes his head with a Kanyon flashback*
Death Trap: The fact of the matter is? The KGB … this week and next? Has stepped into their own death trap. And it needs to be this way. I will not stop. I will not quit. I will not rest. Until I am standing hand-raised. The fans cheering my name. The KGB laying beaten at my feet. I will not stop until the lesson is learned. And that’s a goddamned promise.
*Fade out*
*He knocks on a locker room door. We hear some scuffling and the door opens up. DT leans out with his signature bowler hat on his head. He smirks and opens the door.*
Death Trap: Triple Dubs! Good to see you after so long.
*Warren sighs as he remembers why he stayed away from the Main Attraction*
Warren W. Webber: Please DT, it’s Warren.
Death Trap: Ah stop being a stick in the mud Webby. Come in, come in! Can I get you a San Pellegrino?
Warren W. Webber: *Sighing* No no it’s fine. I’m here to talk to you about tonight!
*DT’s face slowly loses that giddiness and he looks very serious. He shakes his head*
Death Trap: Ya know, it’s important to have fun now and again. Being all work all the time makes you into an Armand. And nobody likes an Armand. Nobody.
Warren W. Webber: Er well, about that … you are being given the chance to finally put this whole thing with Armand to rest at the Memorial show.
*DT holds up his finger to pause Warren’s comments*
Death Trap: No. I’m being given a stage in which they expect to use every dirty trick to literally end my career. I’m being sent to my own funeral. And when I survive it and drop Armand on his head, in honor of my friend Radu, we ALL KNOW this will not end. Armand doesn’t do ends. He keeps going until it would hurt him financially and legally to keep coming at you. What I’m being given is a stage to show them all that I am above them. A showcase of the immortals if you will. Where I can prove to the KGB once and for all that the Main Attraction never ends.
Warren W. Webber: That’s … strikingly realist of you.
Death Trap: Dubs … I’m forty-one years old. I wasn’t born yesterday. If they keep letting Armand get away with all this shit, if they keep letting the KGB actually destroy career and nobody is getting sued … then they certainly aren’t going to stop them now. The KGB need to be contained, for the good of the sport, for the good of the XHF. And I can think of no better way to do that than to prove them wrong about me at every turn.
Warren W. Webber: I’m sorry what?
Death Trap: Armand has it in his head that I am just a man, out to do the impossible. Soutter thinks I am just a pest that can be squashed or broken and sent away. Like he thinks happened to Radu. And their new pet Donzig seems to think I am an evil fraud who thinks just like them but won’t admit it.
*DT shrugs*
Death Trap: You can’t teach this level of insanity … or cure it. But I can snap a little bit of reality into their dealings. This is a business. We are employees. There are ways you treat people in this country, and in Australia, and in Canada. And they need to be exposed. Donzig? He’s a dog on a chain, meant to be aimed at whoever the KGB wants beaten without reason. And that’s easy to deal with. Fox did a fine job of it at Overheated.
Warren W. Webber: I mean, Donzig is hardly someone you are worrying about.
Death Trap: Aren’t I? What happens literally every time I go out to wrestle for SWAT? They throw every clown and henchman they can at me to try and hurt me. To pretend like I am not the best damn wrestler in the company, by making me look bad, or lose matches. And honestly, even with all that fire power? I’m more popular in SWAT than ever, I’ve won more than I’ve lost. And that pisses the off. And that gives Armand pause. Because if I am as good as I say I am, then he really can’t do anything to me now can he? We fought in J-ROK and I went through a gauntlet. I was maimed. I was beaten. I was cheated. And … Armand tapped out to me. Superhuman isn’t it? No, no. But it should damn sure serve as an example that when I am put in a corner I fight my ass off to give the fans the match and show they paid for. And that means beating Armand in the ring, in front of his henchmen, in front of the fans, and embarrassing the fool the way nobody (except maybe Dominicus …) has before.
Warren W. Webber: Well that brings us to tonight. You were told that to get to Armand you have to get through Paul Soutter tonight. You originally were brought back to help Soutter here, and now he’s turned on you and rejoined the group he founded.
Death Trap: Cowards always run Triple Dubs. It’s a fact. When things get tough, tough guys chest up and face their problems. Like me. Cowards run, tail between their legs, crying to their buddies about how it wasn’t fair! And how they deserve more! They don’t wanna WORK for their accolades. They are too important! Paul Soutter … you showed your true colors. When faced with a malignant cancer in your own company, in the group YOU started … you turned tail and caught the cancer yourself. You buddied up and sold out everyone else. But see you are the owner, the founder. You have a DUTY to protect your company and your employees. You have an obligation to keep this insanity under wraps. And that scared you. So you turned your yellow belly and ran.
*DT throws his hat to the chair behind him and grabs the microphone for added emphasis, pulling Warren with him towards the camera as he hops awkwardly*
Death Trap: Paul, you fucked up. You fucked up harder than anyone before. And you don’t even care. What kind of a man, if you can call yourself that, are you? You’ve stood by while Radu Matei was crippled in your care. You’ve watched Jonnie Valentine be brutally assaulted and prevented from competing and earning is pay, week in and week out. You’ve watched Frostbite set people on fire, Rally Jackson harassing and assaulting people as if it’s all a big rib. IT’S WHAT YOU DO! You sit back … and you watch better people do your work for you. Be it fighting against these creeps … or being them. You SICKEN me. What kind of owner you COULD have been man. This company has been a stalwart in the wrestling scene for how long? And you are willing to risk that reputation because you can’t man up and stop the runaway virus you created and unleashed.
*DT releases Warren’s hand and Warren shakes it out before regaining his composure*
Warren W. Webber: So tonight you get the Founder one on one.
Death Trap: Oh stop being naïve Warren. I get a match with the KGB where the only guy I can actually pin or submit to end it is the Founding Fuckup himself. At the Anzac Cup, we saw what wrestling could be when allowed to actually transpire. Sure Mistress and I got screwed but look at the main event between the Rev’s and Bear-o-Dactyl. Look what Soutter could call his own if he got out of his own way and stopped fucking up. How many commissioners have we had? How many of them were crooked. How much money has the KGB or Zoran, or whoever, frittered away? Can we discuss the lost funds for the Amazons tournament? Mismanagement is the management style Paul employs here. It’s chaos and passing the buck.
*DT looks at the screen*
Death Trap: Paulie! I’m your answer right here. I’m the savior your company needs. The problem is? I’m saving it from you and your creations. Mark my words. Tonight, I will make you wish you didn’t choose to get your hands dirty. I am a goddamned legend in this business. I am a two time X*Crown champion. I am the name on your card that instantly sells out arenas. Me. I am the tool you could have used to rebuild SWAT and lay claim to the AWF’s relinquished spot as the jewel of the Network. But instead I’m the tool being used to save this place from being the turd of the network. Under your WATCHful eye and Armand’s rotten hands, the soul of SWAT has withered and turned to ash. Well the Main Attraction is here to purge the poison and save this company. And it starts with you.
Warren W. Webber: So you think it’ll be easy?
Death Trap: Please Warren, I am not one of those green rookies who doesn’t see what’s in front of him. I am not going to insult the man’s wrestling acumen. He earned that nickname. He is no slouch. I’m not gonna call him old or out of shape. After all, pot calling the kettle black. No no. I’m going into this expecting the big bad bruiser to bring his all. I expect this to be a bloody fight. I expect to use everything at my disposal … to dispose of Soutter. I want to see him tap out in front of me. I want him to KNOW I was the better man and wrestler. I don’t care how many clowns I have to go through. Hehehe, Hahaha, Sticky, Sir Monocle, Frostbite, Joanne, Eddie D, Bruno, Gabriel Tuck, or Armand himself … I will get the Founder to account for every fuck up. And I will make sure there’s plenty of him left for Jonnie Valentine to get his ounce of blood. Paul … unlike you, I don’t end careers. I want you to live with the knowledge that I could have. And then I want you to put on a show for these fans. And dance like the gorilla you are.
Warren W. Webber: Is that a prediction?
Death Trap: Haha no. That’s a promise. The Founder has to be saved from himself before he’ll let anyone save his damn company. And who better to being his account due than the man who took the X*Crown FROM SWAT. Who better than DT?
*DT shakes his head with a Kanyon flashback*
Death Trap: The fact of the matter is? The KGB … this week and next? Has stepped into their own death trap. And it needs to be this way. I will not stop. I will not quit. I will not rest. Until I am standing hand-raised. The fans cheering my name. The KGB laying beaten at my feet. I will not stop until the lesson is learned. And that’s a goddamned promise.
*Fade out*
