Post by Dave D-Flipz on Sept 22, 2022 0:07:13 GMT -5
Dr. Chaos: Hmm … no this one is too thick, never see through it. … No this one is too thin, would look suspicious …
*We open up on Death Trap’s manager, Dr. Chaos, rifling through her closet for what appears to be … white male tank tops… how curious. Her teenage daughter, Sarah, tugs on her sleeves to try and get her attention.*
Dr. Chaos: Not now honey, Mommy needs to find the perfect top for Death Trap.
Sarah: But…
Dr. Chaos: No, I doubt we could get him in tights that would show off that asset.
*The camera moves side to side as if the cameraman was shaking his head in disbelief. He turns around to find Death Trap and Mistress Discipline, the XHF Global Tag Team Champions, in the common area of the hotel room, polishing their title belts like responsible representatives of their company.*
Death Trap: This isn’t how I expected to finally get my hands on Donzig, but I’m not going to complain about it. I get to win a piece of the belt, dump the guy who tried to kill me off a scaffold, and give him a bath at the same time.
Mistress Discipline: That beard of his reminds me of the hairy abomination parading around as a discount Death Trap. And you have to touch him. I shall obtain some more hand sanitizer.
Death Trap: I’m used to wrestling gross things. I mean, I fought Viper…
*DT involuntarily shudders.*
Death Trap: Donzig is not the man who caused me the most suffering in SWAT. But he is the one who tried to end me, and almost succeeded. But what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. And Donzig failed to take me out for good.
Mistress Discipline: He seems concerned with the amount of failing he has been doing recently.
Death Trap: He’s got a big mouth and a bigger ego. The man has been one of the most successful XHF wrestlers in 2022, but you’d think he was some kind of poor orphan baby in need of more victories to survive. “Excuse me sir I’d like some more.”
Mistress Discipline: More?
*Mistress looks puzzled at Death Trap’s choice of reference*
Death Trap: Oliver Twist.
Mistress Discipline: Yes … and?
Death Trap: … Because he runs in Wrestle: UK? It’s funny because it’s Brit- you know what let’s move on.
*Death Trap waves his hands at his failed joke which his learned colleague has shot down.*
Death Trap: The point is, Donzig has been on one of the most historical runs I can remember since the network came online. Maybe even better than my MCCW run. He just so happened to crash back to Earth when his time to win the big one came up. I can relate. But I don’t pity the bastard. My 2022 has had us winning these titles and one defense, and one other win. Since 2021 started I’ve barely tasted victory. So you’ll have to excuse me if the XHF Legend doesn’t shed a tear for the usurper. But what is Donzig if he can’t complain about something. He’s been dying to get another crack at me and he’ll probably just lament I’m not Bloodied Fox or Anthony Caffrey.
Dr. Chaos: *from the next room* Why would anyone ever be sad that a person with them WASN’T Anthony Caffrey?
Mistress Discipline: *shouting back* It is unkind to speak ill of the deceased, Chaos.
*Death Trap shrugs and turns to the camera. He adjusts his bowler hat and tugs on the front of his hoodie.*
Death Trap: Donzig, I’m going to make this as crystal clear as I can. You and I, this thing? This isn’t a rivalry. You tried to end my career. Was it for fun? Was it because Paul or Armand wanted it? Were you acting on your own? Frankly it doesn’t matter. Because you tried to ruin the experience of these XHF fans. And that is one thing I do not stand for. You wanted this to be personal. You want all of your matches to be personal, I think. Well, congratulations. You put yourself in my sight and got me to come out to Reign to put down the rabid dog running rampant around the XHF Network.
Mistress Discipline: Death Trap, do not try to make this sound like a mercy. He tried to take you from your fans and your partner. He does not deserve that level of kindness.
*Mistress has a fire in her eyes, unusual for the usually more methodical and logical teammate. But as anyone can see, she has a bit of a thing for Death Trap and this man tried to end her partner.*
Death Trap: The match kind of makes this a mercy either way. This match ends with someone falling into a pool. Not the most brutal of matches, and not the most technically sound either. Though my ring awareness is far superior to Donzig and his habit of going into berserker mode.
*he turns back to the camera*
Death Trap: Yes, Donzig, you escape without me truly getting to humble you THIS time. But let me explain to you why you are not going to be breaking your little funk at my expense. Do you know what I do for feds like this? I came to MCCW in the early days … and I carried it to the levels SCCW is at today, a staple of the network, must see TV. I went to SWAT and I carried it on my shoulders, kept it aloft. And when you took me down? SWAT came crashing down too. And then I went to Fireside where Anthony Caffrey refused to let me work my magic for him. And now I’m here in Reign. The little fed that could. A place for the smaller crowds and out of the way places to get some love. And do you know what I am going to do? Elevate it the way I always do. I am going to make Reign must see. I am going to climb the ranks and become king of the world. And to do that, the first step is to play circus act and put down the biggest clown of them all.
*DT snarls out his next words with a vitriol not usually seen among the happy-go-lucky fan favorite*
Death Trap: If you think, I am going to bow out like some old man? You got another thing coming. This is not some literary work, you are not the proverbial marlin. No you are the big man on campus right now, whether you understand it or not. And me? I’m the returning hero come to save the place from the scourge.
*Chaos comes running out of the room holding a white tank top, completely average in every way. Sarah continues to pull on her blouse to get her attention to no avail.*
Dr. Chaos: I FOUND IT! Here you go Death Trap! This is what you need for your match!
*DT looks at it and looks at Chaos with an incredulous look.*
Death Trap: I … uh … what … why are you giving me this?
Dr. Chaos: For your match, silly. As your manager it is my duty to make sure you look the best and put out the best image on screen for … close ups or … wet … shots. JUST TRUST ME!
*DT looks back at her and tosses it back at her.*
Death Trap: I … are you trying to tell me I’m fat? Are you saying my fan club wants me to … cover up?
Dr. Chaos: *aghast, going pale* WHAT!? No no no! It’s not that! I just thought you might get wet and would want something like this to … uh … preserve your … uh … dignity?
*grasping at straws*
Death Trap: I need to go work out …
*DT pulls off his hoodie and heads to the door and slams it behind him, Sarah pokes her mother*
Sarah: TOPLESS!
*Chaos has a moment of realization*
Dr. Chaos: OH YEAH! … He wrestles … topless. CRAP! Now what do I do?
Mistress Discipline: Sit here and think about what you have done. After all he only gets wet if he loses. And Death Trap will not lose.
*Chaos again has that look of realization as MD heads out to find DT and console him, and refocus him on the bogeyman coming his way*
Dr. Chaos: Well, that could have gone better. At least we get to go on a cruise, right Sarah?
*MD leans back into the room*
Mistress Discipline: Perhaps it would be wise for you to stay here while we travel.
*Chaos slinks onto the bed, defeated, as we fade out*
*We open up on Death Trap’s manager, Dr. Chaos, rifling through her closet for what appears to be … white male tank tops… how curious. Her teenage daughter, Sarah, tugs on her sleeves to try and get her attention.*
Dr. Chaos: Not now honey, Mommy needs to find the perfect top for Death Trap.
Sarah: But…
Dr. Chaos: No, I doubt we could get him in tights that would show off that asset.
*The camera moves side to side as if the cameraman was shaking his head in disbelief. He turns around to find Death Trap and Mistress Discipline, the XHF Global Tag Team Champions, in the common area of the hotel room, polishing their title belts like responsible representatives of their company.*
Death Trap: This isn’t how I expected to finally get my hands on Donzig, but I’m not going to complain about it. I get to win a piece of the belt, dump the guy who tried to kill me off a scaffold, and give him a bath at the same time.
Mistress Discipline: That beard of his reminds me of the hairy abomination parading around as a discount Death Trap. And you have to touch him. I shall obtain some more hand sanitizer.
Death Trap: I’m used to wrestling gross things. I mean, I fought Viper…
*DT involuntarily shudders.*
Death Trap: Donzig is not the man who caused me the most suffering in SWAT. But he is the one who tried to end me, and almost succeeded. But what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. And Donzig failed to take me out for good.
Mistress Discipline: He seems concerned with the amount of failing he has been doing recently.
Death Trap: He’s got a big mouth and a bigger ego. The man has been one of the most successful XHF wrestlers in 2022, but you’d think he was some kind of poor orphan baby in need of more victories to survive. “Excuse me sir I’d like some more.”
Mistress Discipline: More?
*Mistress looks puzzled at Death Trap’s choice of reference*
Death Trap: Oliver Twist.
Mistress Discipline: Yes … and?
Death Trap: … Because he runs in Wrestle: UK? It’s funny because it’s Brit- you know what let’s move on.
*Death Trap waves his hands at his failed joke which his learned colleague has shot down.*
Death Trap: The point is, Donzig has been on one of the most historical runs I can remember since the network came online. Maybe even better than my MCCW run. He just so happened to crash back to Earth when his time to win the big one came up. I can relate. But I don’t pity the bastard. My 2022 has had us winning these titles and one defense, and one other win. Since 2021 started I’ve barely tasted victory. So you’ll have to excuse me if the XHF Legend doesn’t shed a tear for the usurper. But what is Donzig if he can’t complain about something. He’s been dying to get another crack at me and he’ll probably just lament I’m not Bloodied Fox or Anthony Caffrey.
Dr. Chaos: *from the next room* Why would anyone ever be sad that a person with them WASN’T Anthony Caffrey?
Mistress Discipline: *shouting back* It is unkind to speak ill of the deceased, Chaos.
*Death Trap shrugs and turns to the camera. He adjusts his bowler hat and tugs on the front of his hoodie.*
Death Trap: Donzig, I’m going to make this as crystal clear as I can. You and I, this thing? This isn’t a rivalry. You tried to end my career. Was it for fun? Was it because Paul or Armand wanted it? Were you acting on your own? Frankly it doesn’t matter. Because you tried to ruin the experience of these XHF fans. And that is one thing I do not stand for. You wanted this to be personal. You want all of your matches to be personal, I think. Well, congratulations. You put yourself in my sight and got me to come out to Reign to put down the rabid dog running rampant around the XHF Network.
Mistress Discipline: Death Trap, do not try to make this sound like a mercy. He tried to take you from your fans and your partner. He does not deserve that level of kindness.
*Mistress has a fire in her eyes, unusual for the usually more methodical and logical teammate. But as anyone can see, she has a bit of a thing for Death Trap and this man tried to end her partner.*
Death Trap: The match kind of makes this a mercy either way. This match ends with someone falling into a pool. Not the most brutal of matches, and not the most technically sound either. Though my ring awareness is far superior to Donzig and his habit of going into berserker mode.
*he turns back to the camera*
Death Trap: Yes, Donzig, you escape without me truly getting to humble you THIS time. But let me explain to you why you are not going to be breaking your little funk at my expense. Do you know what I do for feds like this? I came to MCCW in the early days … and I carried it to the levels SCCW is at today, a staple of the network, must see TV. I went to SWAT and I carried it on my shoulders, kept it aloft. And when you took me down? SWAT came crashing down too. And then I went to Fireside where Anthony Caffrey refused to let me work my magic for him. And now I’m here in Reign. The little fed that could. A place for the smaller crowds and out of the way places to get some love. And do you know what I am going to do? Elevate it the way I always do. I am going to make Reign must see. I am going to climb the ranks and become king of the world. And to do that, the first step is to play circus act and put down the biggest clown of them all.
*DT snarls out his next words with a vitriol not usually seen among the happy-go-lucky fan favorite*
Death Trap: If you think, I am going to bow out like some old man? You got another thing coming. This is not some literary work, you are not the proverbial marlin. No you are the big man on campus right now, whether you understand it or not. And me? I’m the returning hero come to save the place from the scourge.
*Chaos comes running out of the room holding a white tank top, completely average in every way. Sarah continues to pull on her blouse to get her attention to no avail.*
Dr. Chaos: I FOUND IT! Here you go Death Trap! This is what you need for your match!
*DT looks at it and looks at Chaos with an incredulous look.*
Death Trap: I … uh … what … why are you giving me this?
Dr. Chaos: For your match, silly. As your manager it is my duty to make sure you look the best and put out the best image on screen for … close ups or … wet … shots. JUST TRUST ME!
*DT looks back at her and tosses it back at her.*
Death Trap: I … are you trying to tell me I’m fat? Are you saying my fan club wants me to … cover up?
Dr. Chaos: *aghast, going pale* WHAT!? No no no! It’s not that! I just thought you might get wet and would want something like this to … uh … preserve your … uh … dignity?
*grasping at straws*
Death Trap: I need to go work out …
*DT pulls off his hoodie and heads to the door and slams it behind him, Sarah pokes her mother*
Sarah: TOPLESS!
*Chaos has a moment of realization*
Dr. Chaos: OH YEAH! … He wrestles … topless. CRAP! Now what do I do?
Mistress Discipline: Sit here and think about what you have done. After all he only gets wet if he loses. And Death Trap will not lose.
*Chaos again has that look of realization as MD heads out to find DT and console him, and refocus him on the bogeyman coming his way*
Dr. Chaos: Well, that could have gone better. At least we get to go on a cruise, right Sarah?
*MD leans back into the room*
Mistress Discipline: Perhaps it would be wise for you to stay here while we travel.
*Chaos slinks onto the bed, defeated, as we fade out*
