The Next Chapter (Xtraction RP1)
Nov 16, 2017 13:12:38 GMT -5
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Post by Tommy Kelly on Nov 16, 2017 13:12:38 GMT -5
He did it…
He did the impossible and won…
He returned from the ashes, and defeated a living legend to take the gold…
The Crow Flies Again…
Sat backstage in his dressing room, the man now called champion looks nothing like his title suggests. Surrounded by the bare brick walls of Weser-Ems Halle, his figure, his malnourished frame stands out in the dull light. Sat on the floor, topless, his body torn apart and covered in crimson. His legs, crossed in front of him, covered in glass and residue from the fluorescent tubes. His hair is tossed, matted and pasted across his sweat and blood stained face, his head is hung low, facing his lap… in his right hand, he holds his usual post fight prize, a chilled bottle of Jack. In his left, another prize...one that he didn’t expect to ever hold again...gold. Championship gold. More to the point, the XHF European Championship.
Why hello there...ain’t you a pretty sight…
He studies the belt, observes its indentations, its scratched and its markings. He feels the soft leather the gold plate is attached too, feels the cracks and tears from years of use, years of past champions wearing this same belt. At the bottom if the title, carved into a freshly attached name plate;
A tear escapes his eye, lands directly onto his name, as he pulls the belt towards his chest, embracing it.
I’ve done it...its really real ...it's all real...I can’t believe it…
More tears follow, and the battered old fool laughs through his weeping. A laugh of pure and utter happiness...the first time he has laughed in a long long time. He regains himself, looks at the belt again, and takes a swig from his bottle. Looking from the belt to the bottle, he debates to himself-
I love you Jack, but now I have you Goldie...I don’t think I can keep both of you in my life...so I think it’s finally time I say goodbye Jack...what’s that? You want me to drink you? But I just said!...yes, you do make a convincing argument...no, no! I can’t I won’t...ugh, fine, but this is the last time OK?
He takes another big chug from his bottle, gulping it down so hard it oozes out the sides of his lips.
Ahhh, *burp* that’s the ticket...how can I be mad at you Jack. After all this time we’ve spent together...but now we have Goldie to keep us company too, and she won’t let us drink no more, otherwise she’s gonna leave us...what’s that? No Jack! I can’t keep drinking! It’s killing me! I barely lasted through that match!
He looks from the bottle of bourbon to the belt…
Goldie? Did you say something? Yes, Jack DID help me win, he took away a lot of pain, but that’s not the point! You what...you want me to keep drinking too?? Goldie, I don’t understand...shh Jack, this doesn’t concern you...no, stop it. I won’t! I can’t! Nooo.
Swigging away at the bottle again, Crow has a chuckle to himself, but is rudely interrupted when he realizes he is not alone.
Ho-lee-shiiit...this is Team AXW’s captain? This ain’t gonna end well…
Uh, BB, how are ya! I, er, didn’t see you coming in there, I was, um, busy…
Yeah, talking to yourself. Man, lay off that hooch! C’mon, clean yourself up, you’ve got a press conference to attend.
Yes of course...wait, what? A what?
Man, don’t you know anything? V set up a press conference for after the match, to get some insight to the mind of the team captain.
Er...come again? Captain?
Man, put the bottle down, shower yo ass, and hurry up too. It all kicks off soon.
StormCrow struggles to his feet, having to pin his shoulders to the wall and arch his back, thrusting himself up, and rolling over (his hands are full, c’mon!). He cracks his neck, which reverberates around the room, takes a swig from the bottle once more and walks over to a bench next to the washroom door. He puts the bottle of Jack and the Euro belt on the bench, and looks at a mirror hanging on the door- his body is covered in long, scarlet snakes, blood trickling from various spots and patches. Glass still protrudes from him in different places, from his forehead and face, to his chest, back arms and torso. Besides sweat and blood, the powder from the light tubes still smears across him too, a white powdery residue reminder of the battle fought in order to achieve this success.
Yo man, did you see the medic yet? Like, no joke, you need to see a medic.
Nah, that’ll only slow me down. Besides, glass is good for you. It’s one of the key minerals a body needs.
...what?? Man, you’re nuts. I’ll send the medic down-
BB, no need! Look…
Crow starts to pluck and pull shards of glass from his body, dropping them to the ground, their tiny glass ‘ding’ barely audible. BB Gunn just looks on in both disgust, and awe. A man almost twice his age, half his size and ragged from years of living it rough, has achieve the impossible, defied the odds, and walked out of that ring...a hero. Crow opens the door to the washroom and enters, leaving BB alone in the dressing room. He takes out his cellphone, and dials a number on speakerphone.
~Hello?~
Hey, it’s BB Gunn. I’m down in StormCrow’s office, you’d better come check him out. Dude’s pretty bust open, blood oozing-
The door of the washroom swings open, to StormCrow standing there, completely naked, the room behind him full of steam. He eyes BB on the phone, and grabs his bottle of Jack Daniels, bringing it with him into the washroom as the door swings shut.
~BB?~
Uh, yeah. Sorry, like I was saying this guy needs you to come down and give him a once over. He got deep cuts and scratches, blood everywhere. I think-
The washroom door swings open again, and once more Crow eyes BB on the phone suspiciously, before grabbing the title belt, and pulling it into the washroom too, as the door swings shut.
...what the fu-
~Gunn? What’s going on, I keep losing you.~
Uh...nothing. Just...just come down here. Thanks.
BB pushes the button to hang up the phone, and looks at the closed washroom door, shocked from the sight he just witnessed. He hears some singing coming from the washroom, the harmony of a man properly happy for the first time in a very long time…
The medic arrives to the room a few minutes later, his bag hanging by his side.
So, where’s the patient?
In the shower, he’ll be right out-
The door to the washroom swings open, as StormCrow is standing in the doorway...completely naked, apart from the Euro belt tied loosely around his waist, hiding the top half of his jewels only. He is swigging from the bottle of Jack still, when he spots the medic.
Oh, hello there. Who's your new friend BB?
...fuck my life man… Crow, this is Dr. Phillips. He’s here to patch you up...and please, for the love of God, put on some pants!
I don’t believe in God, BB. Besides, what's the problem, we’re all men here. You a little jealous, feeling a little under matched? Hahaha.
Dude, I’m a young BLACK man. And you are an old WHITE dude, in a cold-ass room...just please get dressed. I’ll go delay the conference...shiiit….
Crow laughs some more, as he walks over to his locker. He pulls it open, and removes an old, worn pair of sweatpants. They used to be grey, judging by the looks of them, but time, food and alcohol stains have turned them into a mismatched wave of various shapes and colors. He pulls them on, and grabs a t-shirt from the locker too, a Van Halen one. As he’s about to pull it on, the medic rushes to him.
Whoa...whoa. You have to let me check you out there first, friend. Looks like you got some nicks and scratches in that last match…
Just a few, heh heh...yeah, that Rob Arnold sure is something else. I can see why everyone talks so highly of him, he is NOT to be trifled with...but you know what is? TRIFLE! Man, I could g for some trifle...hey, you think they are gonna pay me for this? I mean, pay me for winning the match?
Uh, didn’t you just become the champion?
Yeah, won this sweet shiny belt!
Then yes, I would expect they pay you...check your bank account perhaps.
Nah, don’t got one of those...maybe they’ll do it in cash? They paid me for the last one in cash, so hopefully it wasn’t a once off...I’ll have to ask BB about it later...hey, you want a drink?
Um, no...No thank you...you shouldn’t be drinking either, it’ll speed up the blood loss.
Ah don’t worry bout that Doc, slap some plasters on me and I’m good to go! Heh Heh.
As the doctor works on StormCrow, stitching him up where needed or applying staples to other areas, Crow continues to drink his bottle until the glass is dry. A little while later, we cut to a shot of BB Gunn sitting beside Derrick Donovan, in front of a room full of reporters, sport journalists and general wrestling fanatics, eager to get their opinions and verdicts on the new XHF European Champion.
...BB, where the heck is this guy?
Dunno, I left him with the medic, he’ll be here soon- oh, here he is now...oh my God…
Storm Crow appears from the side of the stage, to a greeting of camera flashes and snapshots...but he is blinded and taken unaware. He stumbles as he tries to scale the stairs to the stage, and trips forward, hitting his nose on the steps. Blood immediately starts to pour forth, but he seems to be OK with it. He continues walking to the podium, wearing only his sweatpants and the XHF European Championship around his waist. No shoes, no shirt. But still getting service!
Uh, hey everybody...wow, so many of you here, this is great! What’s going on?
Seeing the stern look he is getting from both the ringside announcers, he realizes he needs to straighten up his act.
Oh, shoot...harrumph, excuse me...uh, I haven’t done one of these before...er, questions?
The roof erupts in shouts and demands for his attention, as StormCrow is taken aback with the people shouting for him.
Whoa, alright. Steady down people, heh heh, plenty of me to go around. Let me see...ah, you, guy in the blue suit. You go first.
Dale Ansen, Sky Sports...Mr. Crow, how does it feel to be a Champion again?
Wow, tough question...I guess an easy answer is...it feels fuckin’ great! Haha, oops, can I say fuckin’? Sorry, I’ve said fuckin’ again. Fuck. Dammit! That’s like four fuckin’ fucks! Er, next question.
Katie Brie, EuroSport...you beat Rob Arnold to take the victory, a man famous for returning to the ring for the sole purpose of taking that title for himself….are you worried about your future as Champion, with a rematch with Arnold looming on the horizon?
Worried? Hell naw, I say bring it on! Arnold is a top-shelf guy, he put up a hell of a fight and dammit, he walked out of that ring just as I did. The way I look at it, we’re both Champion! Only I get to wear this sweet candy around my guts.
Mr. Crow, over here...Susan Ward, Pro-Wrestling Podcasts...now that you have won, it has been announced you are to lead Team AXW at the Xtraction pay-per-view...what gameplan or tactics have you come up with to win that match?
Yeah, BB said something about that earlier, what that again? Captain of what?
Hrmph, what StormCrow is trying to say is, following such a large scale victory, he hasn’t had the time to devise a concise strategy yet for the match up, but I can assure you that me, Mr. gunn and Mr. Crow will be working in very close proximity to making sure we put on one heck of a good show!
Er, yeah, what that guy said...um, you over there, the little blonde girl.
Am...my name is Nigel Weathers, from Savages High-Intensity Training…
Uh, SHIT?
...no, that’s not what I said...now that you have a line of of top stars in the XHF Network to coach and train, do you think you will be seeking outside help, or keeping all the focus on your own words in wisdom in the right?
...your company name is SHIT, right? I didn’t misspell that?...Um, OK Miss, moving on. As for the match, I really don’t know what to expect. Honestly, I am sure we’ll do a great job, truthfully I don’t even know what's going on. I don’t know what teams or who or what. I mean, I just came from a crazy match! There is fuckin’ glass stuck in my ears! Heh heh, but yeah, whatever man. Whatever batshit thing is next, we’ll do it. Team Captain or whatever.
StormCrow swigs more of his bottle, before realizing he is almost out. He signals for BB to get him another, to which BB responds by facepalming.
Michael Michaelson, Academy For Rising Stars Everywhere…
Uh, isn’t that one ARSE? Or am I wrong…
*Ahem*...my question is for the announcement team...how did you feel when the lineup for Xtraction was announced, and more importantly...the Captains…
Well you know, I was pumped! Xtraction is gonna be a huge event, and gonna showcase exactly what AXW can bring to the table. You’re gonna see some real high-flying, wildstyle shi- stuff that night!
Yes, to echo what BB just said, we are very excited for Xtraction. Not only will it be the biggest fight of the year, two huge federations clashing horns, but also gives the viewers a chance to witness one of the craziest matches ever conceived!
Uh-huh...and, the Captains…?
Well...what can we say, its Champion against Champion, leading their teams forward to success. It’s 5 stars against 5 stars. It doesn’t matter who you give the title to, because on the night it’ll be every man for himself, fighting to bring victory to their federation...next question?
Yes, Mr. Donovan, over here...Cathy Jenkers, writer for ‘BIG Trouble in Tokyo Square’...
...BIG TiTS?...
...You have a mixed team, a mixed bag really. You have Sang-Hyun Lee, the young kid from South Korea. There is Price, old school hardcore legend in the ring. Scorpion, the fan favourite, and person everyone thought would lead the team. Then Rob Arnold, a man known who having issues with both Price AND Scorpion! Not to mention he’ll be gunning for StormCrow’s belt too...what strategy are you going to work on with StormCrow to ensure the team doesn’t tear itself apart?
I’ll answer this one Donald…
It’s Derrick!
...look, I know what you are all thinking. That I’m crazy, wacko, a screw loose...and hey, you’re right! But regardless of that, I am still the Champion now...I did it! You watched me! I just beat the odds, flipped the books and took the win. To say I am not in shock right now would be a lie, I can’t believe it happened, or that I am standing here in front of you all, discussing about leading a team of...all those guys you just mentioned...but one thing I know is this...I bloody know how to throw a punch, and I bloody well know how to take one. I didn’t get here by sitting behind a desk, I got here by fighting for it.
Yeah, what Mr. Crow is saying is-
-No, BB. Let me finish. I’m a drunk, I’m a fool, I’m a mess of a human being. But...I am the Champion. That means even though I don’t impress you on all accounts, I get what must be done where it matters most...in the ring. These guys will be headstrong, vain, egotistical. But at the end of the day, with the right guidance, and a leader on the front lines...these men of war will follow their Captain! Mic-Drop!
Crow tries to pick up and drop the microphone, but it’s attached to the podium.
Shit, hang on…
Er, OK that’s all we have time for tonight folks. Thanks for joining us, and we hope to see you again soon at Xtraction!
BB Gunn and Derrick Donovan get up from their seats, as Crow continues to fiddle with the microphone. Derrick ignores him and leaves, but BB walks to Crow, and grabs his shoulder, trying to instruct him to leave. Just as he is about to walk away, the microphone comes loose, to which Crow immediately picks it up, and drops it, blasting all the speakers with a loud, electrical THUD.
Mic-Drop! Boom!
Crow and BB walk to the back, as the cameras and reporters flash and snap their exit. Before leaving, StormCrow raises his fist one last time, holding out his newly won European Championship...
He did the impossible and won…
He returned from the ashes, and defeated a living legend to take the gold…
The Crow Flies Again…
Sat backstage in his dressing room, the man now called champion looks nothing like his title suggests. Surrounded by the bare brick walls of Weser-Ems Halle, his figure, his malnourished frame stands out in the dull light. Sat on the floor, topless, his body torn apart and covered in crimson. His legs, crossed in front of him, covered in glass and residue from the fluorescent tubes. His hair is tossed, matted and pasted across his sweat and blood stained face, his head is hung low, facing his lap… in his right hand, he holds his usual post fight prize, a chilled bottle of Jack. In his left, another prize...one that he didn’t expect to ever hold again...gold. Championship gold. More to the point, the XHF European Championship.
Why hello there...ain’t you a pretty sight…
He studies the belt, observes its indentations, its scratched and its markings. He feels the soft leather the gold plate is attached too, feels the cracks and tears from years of use, years of past champions wearing this same belt. At the bottom if the title, carved into a freshly attached name plate;
The Storm Crow
44th XHF European Champion
A tear escapes his eye, lands directly onto his name, as he pulls the belt towards his chest, embracing it.
I’ve done it...its really real ...it's all real...I can’t believe it…
More tears follow, and the battered old fool laughs through his weeping. A laugh of pure and utter happiness...the first time he has laughed in a long long time. He regains himself, looks at the belt again, and takes a swig from his bottle. Looking from the belt to the bottle, he debates to himself-
I love you Jack, but now I have you Goldie...I don’t think I can keep both of you in my life...so I think it’s finally time I say goodbye Jack...what’s that? You want me to drink you? But I just said!...yes, you do make a convincing argument...no, no! I can’t I won’t...ugh, fine, but this is the last time OK?
He takes another big chug from his bottle, gulping it down so hard it oozes out the sides of his lips.
Ahhh, *burp* that’s the ticket...how can I be mad at you Jack. After all this time we’ve spent together...but now we have Goldie to keep us company too, and she won’t let us drink no more, otherwise she’s gonna leave us...what’s that? No Jack! I can’t keep drinking! It’s killing me! I barely lasted through that match!
He looks from the bottle of bourbon to the belt…
Goldie? Did you say something? Yes, Jack DID help me win, he took away a lot of pain, but that’s not the point! You what...you want me to keep drinking too?? Goldie, I don’t understand...shh Jack, this doesn’t concern you...no, stop it. I won’t! I can’t! Nooo.
Swigging away at the bottle again, Crow has a chuckle to himself, but is rudely interrupted when he realizes he is not alone.
Ho-lee-shiiit...this is Team AXW’s captain? This ain’t gonna end well…
Uh, BB, how are ya! I, er, didn’t see you coming in there, I was, um, busy…
Yeah, talking to yourself. Man, lay off that hooch! C’mon, clean yourself up, you’ve got a press conference to attend.
Yes of course...wait, what? A what?
Man, don’t you know anything? V set up a press conference for after the match, to get some insight to the mind of the team captain.
Er...come again? Captain?
Man, put the bottle down, shower yo ass, and hurry up too. It all kicks off soon.
StormCrow struggles to his feet, having to pin his shoulders to the wall and arch his back, thrusting himself up, and rolling over (his hands are full, c’mon!). He cracks his neck, which reverberates around the room, takes a swig from the bottle once more and walks over to a bench next to the washroom door. He puts the bottle of Jack and the Euro belt on the bench, and looks at a mirror hanging on the door- his body is covered in long, scarlet snakes, blood trickling from various spots and patches. Glass still protrudes from him in different places, from his forehead and face, to his chest, back arms and torso. Besides sweat and blood, the powder from the light tubes still smears across him too, a white powdery residue reminder of the battle fought in order to achieve this success.
Yo man, did you see the medic yet? Like, no joke, you need to see a medic.
Nah, that’ll only slow me down. Besides, glass is good for you. It’s one of the key minerals a body needs.
...what?? Man, you’re nuts. I’ll send the medic down-
BB, no need! Look…
Crow starts to pluck and pull shards of glass from his body, dropping them to the ground, their tiny glass ‘ding’ barely audible. BB Gunn just looks on in both disgust, and awe. A man almost twice his age, half his size and ragged from years of living it rough, has achieve the impossible, defied the odds, and walked out of that ring...a hero. Crow opens the door to the washroom and enters, leaving BB alone in the dressing room. He takes out his cellphone, and dials a number on speakerphone.
~Hello?~
Hey, it’s BB Gunn. I’m down in StormCrow’s office, you’d better come check him out. Dude’s pretty bust open, blood oozing-
The door of the washroom swings open, to StormCrow standing there, completely naked, the room behind him full of steam. He eyes BB on the phone, and grabs his bottle of Jack Daniels, bringing it with him into the washroom as the door swings shut.
~BB?~
Uh, yeah. Sorry, like I was saying this guy needs you to come down and give him a once over. He got deep cuts and scratches, blood everywhere. I think-
The washroom door swings open again, and once more Crow eyes BB on the phone suspiciously, before grabbing the title belt, and pulling it into the washroom too, as the door swings shut.
...what the fu-
~Gunn? What’s going on, I keep losing you.~
Uh...nothing. Just...just come down here. Thanks.
BB pushes the button to hang up the phone, and looks at the closed washroom door, shocked from the sight he just witnessed. He hears some singing coming from the washroom, the harmony of a man properly happy for the first time in a very long time…
OHHHHHH! OHHH OHHH! I can’t quit you Babee…
So I’m gonna put you down for a while…
(dila-dila-dila-diloo! Dila-dila-dila-doooo, he’s singing the guitar riff. As you do in the shower.)
I said I can’t quit you Babee!
I guess I gotta put you down for a while…
The medic arrives to the room a few minutes later, his bag hanging by his side.
So, where’s the patient?
In the shower, he’ll be right out-
The door to the washroom swings open, as StormCrow is standing in the doorway...completely naked, apart from the Euro belt tied loosely around his waist, hiding the top half of his jewels only. He is swigging from the bottle of Jack still, when he spots the medic.
Oh, hello there. Who's your new friend BB?
...fuck my life man… Crow, this is Dr. Phillips. He’s here to patch you up...and please, for the love of God, put on some pants!
I don’t believe in God, BB. Besides, what's the problem, we’re all men here. You a little jealous, feeling a little under matched? Hahaha.
Dude, I’m a young BLACK man. And you are an old WHITE dude, in a cold-ass room...just please get dressed. I’ll go delay the conference...shiiit….
Crow laughs some more, as he walks over to his locker. He pulls it open, and removes an old, worn pair of sweatpants. They used to be grey, judging by the looks of them, but time, food and alcohol stains have turned them into a mismatched wave of various shapes and colors. He pulls them on, and grabs a t-shirt from the locker too, a Van Halen one. As he’s about to pull it on, the medic rushes to him.
Whoa...whoa. You have to let me check you out there first, friend. Looks like you got some nicks and scratches in that last match…
Just a few, heh heh...yeah, that Rob Arnold sure is something else. I can see why everyone talks so highly of him, he is NOT to be trifled with...but you know what is? TRIFLE! Man, I could g for some trifle...hey, you think they are gonna pay me for this? I mean, pay me for winning the match?
Uh, didn’t you just become the champion?
Yeah, won this sweet shiny belt!
Then yes, I would expect they pay you...check your bank account perhaps.
Nah, don’t got one of those...maybe they’ll do it in cash? They paid me for the last one in cash, so hopefully it wasn’t a once off...I’ll have to ask BB about it later...hey, you want a drink?
Um, no...No thank you...you shouldn’t be drinking either, it’ll speed up the blood loss.
Ah don’t worry bout that Doc, slap some plasters on me and I’m good to go! Heh Heh.
As the doctor works on StormCrow, stitching him up where needed or applying staples to other areas, Crow continues to drink his bottle until the glass is dry. A little while later, we cut to a shot of BB Gunn sitting beside Derrick Donovan, in front of a room full of reporters, sport journalists and general wrestling fanatics, eager to get their opinions and verdicts on the new XHF European Champion.
...BB, where the heck is this guy?
Dunno, I left him with the medic, he’ll be here soon- oh, here he is now...oh my God…
Storm Crow appears from the side of the stage, to a greeting of camera flashes and snapshots...but he is blinded and taken unaware. He stumbles as he tries to scale the stairs to the stage, and trips forward, hitting his nose on the steps. Blood immediately starts to pour forth, but he seems to be OK with it. He continues walking to the podium, wearing only his sweatpants and the XHF European Championship around his waist. No shoes, no shirt. But still getting service!
Uh, hey everybody...wow, so many of you here, this is great! What’s going on?
Seeing the stern look he is getting from both the ringside announcers, he realizes he needs to straighten up his act.
Oh, shoot...harrumph, excuse me...uh, I haven’t done one of these before...er, questions?
The roof erupts in shouts and demands for his attention, as StormCrow is taken aback with the people shouting for him.
Whoa, alright. Steady down people, heh heh, plenty of me to go around. Let me see...ah, you, guy in the blue suit. You go first.
Dale Ansen, Sky Sports...Mr. Crow, how does it feel to be a Champion again?
Wow, tough question...I guess an easy answer is...it feels fuckin’ great! Haha, oops, can I say fuckin’? Sorry, I’ve said fuckin’ again. Fuck. Dammit! That’s like four fuckin’ fucks! Er, next question.
Katie Brie, EuroSport...you beat Rob Arnold to take the victory, a man famous for returning to the ring for the sole purpose of taking that title for himself….are you worried about your future as Champion, with a rematch with Arnold looming on the horizon?
Worried? Hell naw, I say bring it on! Arnold is a top-shelf guy, he put up a hell of a fight and dammit, he walked out of that ring just as I did. The way I look at it, we’re both Champion! Only I get to wear this sweet candy around my guts.
Mr. Crow, over here...Susan Ward, Pro-Wrestling Podcasts...now that you have won, it has been announced you are to lead Team AXW at the Xtraction pay-per-view...what gameplan or tactics have you come up with to win that match?
Yeah, BB said something about that earlier, what that again? Captain of what?
Hrmph, what StormCrow is trying to say is, following such a large scale victory, he hasn’t had the time to devise a concise strategy yet for the match up, but I can assure you that me, Mr. gunn and Mr. Crow will be working in very close proximity to making sure we put on one heck of a good show!
Er, yeah, what that guy said...um, you over there, the little blonde girl.
Am...my name is Nigel Weathers, from Savages High-Intensity Training…
Uh, SHIT?
...no, that’s not what I said...now that you have a line of of top stars in the XHF Network to coach and train, do you think you will be seeking outside help, or keeping all the focus on your own words in wisdom in the right?
...your company name is SHIT, right? I didn’t misspell that?...Um, OK Miss, moving on. As for the match, I really don’t know what to expect. Honestly, I am sure we’ll do a great job, truthfully I don’t even know what's going on. I don’t know what teams or who or what. I mean, I just came from a crazy match! There is fuckin’ glass stuck in my ears! Heh heh, but yeah, whatever man. Whatever batshit thing is next, we’ll do it. Team Captain or whatever.
StormCrow swigs more of his bottle, before realizing he is almost out. He signals for BB to get him another, to which BB responds by facepalming.
Michael Michaelson, Academy For Rising Stars Everywhere…
Uh, isn’t that one ARSE? Or am I wrong…
*Ahem*...my question is for the announcement team...how did you feel when the lineup for Xtraction was announced, and more importantly...the Captains…
Well you know, I was pumped! Xtraction is gonna be a huge event, and gonna showcase exactly what AXW can bring to the table. You’re gonna see some real high-flying, wildstyle shi- stuff that night!
Yes, to echo what BB just said, we are very excited for Xtraction. Not only will it be the biggest fight of the year, two huge federations clashing horns, but also gives the viewers a chance to witness one of the craziest matches ever conceived!
Uh-huh...and, the Captains…?
Well...what can we say, its Champion against Champion, leading their teams forward to success. It’s 5 stars against 5 stars. It doesn’t matter who you give the title to, because on the night it’ll be every man for himself, fighting to bring victory to their federation...next question?
Yes, Mr. Donovan, over here...Cathy Jenkers, writer for ‘BIG Trouble in Tokyo Square’...
...BIG TiTS?...
...You have a mixed team, a mixed bag really. You have Sang-Hyun Lee, the young kid from South Korea. There is Price, old school hardcore legend in the ring. Scorpion, the fan favourite, and person everyone thought would lead the team. Then Rob Arnold, a man known who having issues with both Price AND Scorpion! Not to mention he’ll be gunning for StormCrow’s belt too...what strategy are you going to work on with StormCrow to ensure the team doesn’t tear itself apart?
I’ll answer this one Donald…
It’s Derrick!
...look, I know what you are all thinking. That I’m crazy, wacko, a screw loose...and hey, you’re right! But regardless of that, I am still the Champion now...I did it! You watched me! I just beat the odds, flipped the books and took the win. To say I am not in shock right now would be a lie, I can’t believe it happened, or that I am standing here in front of you all, discussing about leading a team of...all those guys you just mentioned...but one thing I know is this...I bloody know how to throw a punch, and I bloody well know how to take one. I didn’t get here by sitting behind a desk, I got here by fighting for it.
Yeah, what Mr. Crow is saying is-
-No, BB. Let me finish. I’m a drunk, I’m a fool, I’m a mess of a human being. But...I am the Champion. That means even though I don’t impress you on all accounts, I get what must be done where it matters most...in the ring. These guys will be headstrong, vain, egotistical. But at the end of the day, with the right guidance, and a leader on the front lines...these men of war will follow their Captain! Mic-Drop!
Crow tries to pick up and drop the microphone, but it’s attached to the podium.
Shit, hang on…
Er, OK that’s all we have time for tonight folks. Thanks for joining us, and we hope to see you again soon at Xtraction!
BB Gunn and Derrick Donovan get up from their seats, as Crow continues to fiddle with the microphone. Derrick ignores him and leaves, but BB walks to Crow, and grabs his shoulder, trying to instruct him to leave. Just as he is about to walk away, the microphone comes loose, to which Crow immediately picks it up, and drops it, blasting all the speakers with a loud, electrical THUD.
Mic-Drop! Boom!
Crow and BB walk to the back, as the cameras and reporters flash and snap their exit. Before leaving, StormCrow raises his fist one last time, holding out his newly won European Championship...
