Moscow, Here We Come... (Xtraction RP2)
Nov 19, 2017 0:05:39 GMT -5
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Post by Tommy Kelly on Nov 19, 2017 0:05:39 GMT -5
It is now only a few days until the big event finally takes place, the night that will determine who is a star, who is going to progress far, and for the world to see why they call them legends...Team AXW is gathering at Heathrow Airport ahead of their flight to Moscow, to show the world why their side is the most dominant in wrestling, why Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling is not to be taken lightly. Sat at the gate ahead of departure, are BB Gunn, Derrick Donovan and Scorpion…
...I just don’t know why we all have to go, wont they have announcers there?
BB, it's your job and it's our biggest night, quit complaining.
Yeah Don, that's easy for you to say, packing on the pounds has given you plenty of insulation. But it's cold in Russia man! And I don’t do so well in the cold! What about you Scorps, you excited for the cold?
Scorpion gives BB a grunt, not looking up from his newspaper. Sat quietly with his face masked under a pair of dark glasses, black baseball cap and his hoody is up, he is almost fully hiding. His feet are resting on top of his luggage, elevated and relaxed.
Yeah, well you have to go, you’re the star of the show. I don’t know why V just doesn’t let us chill here in London…
As BB is complaining, Derrick spots Price arriving. He salutes for Price to join them, but he is ignored, as Price takes his seat at the other end of the seating area. He plugs his ears with headphones, and kicks back in his seat. A moment later, Sung-Hyun Lee arrives, and acknowledges Derrick waving him over.
Hello son, how are you feeling? You nervous, or a little excited even?
Lee shoots him a smiles, takes his seat and takes out his cellphone, avoiding conversation.
...real cheery bunch this lot are…
They had better learn to work together, or else they ain’t got a chance against Team FWA.
Ah I don’t know about that, these guys have all proved themselves in the ring. When push comes to shove, I reckon they’ll kick into action. Can’t imagine seeing them all being buddy-buddy about it, but I am sure they won’t throw a match over their egos.
Hopefully not, this match is too big to screw up. They are going to need each other more than they realize...shit, here comes Arnold…
Rob Arnold appears, hood up and earbuds in too. He spots BB and Derrick sitting down, and surprisingly makes a bee-line for them. He walks right over to their area, plops his gear bag onto the seats, and unplugs his ears.
Right, you are all here...what’s the plan?
How do you mean?
Plan, the plan...tell me there has been a strategy or something put together? Scorpion? Nothing from you?
Scorpion looks up from his paper, stares at Arnold for a moment, before ignoring him and returning to his ready.
Perfect...that’s just perfect...so we are going into this thing blind, and without any tactics. Why did I even bother coming here in the first place…
Don’t worry Rob, it’ll all work out. StormCrow will know what needs to be done, I’m sure he’s got some ideas up his sleeve.
Alright, well lets hear them...where is he?
Crow? Uh, he’s not arrived yet…
Fuck sake...of course he hasn’t. Why am I not surprised, our ‘captain’ the bumbling drunken idiot is a no-show...fuck it, we don’t need him anyway. We’ll be fine without him.
Says the man who couldn’t beat him…
Arnold reacts to Scorpion’s comment aggressively.
What did you say, old man? Speak up.
You heard me. You are here talking trash about Crow, but yet you couldn’t put him down. Whether you like it or not, he’s our champion, and he’s our captain now too.
Whatever Scorpion, keep you musings to yourself.
Now now guys, chill it out a bit. We’re all on the same team here…
Price arrives over, to look at Arnold.
Running your mouth again Arnold I see? Why don’t you shut it for once.
Wow, he talks! The great warrior Price. If you are so tired of hearing me talk, why don’t you come here and try shut me up!
Price makes his way to Arnold, but Scorpion stands up and pushes him back, trying his best to avoid an altercation in the middle of the terminal. Arnold, not to let things slide so easily, makes a go at Price too, but Sung-Hyun Lee jumps up and grabs him, holding him back.
Guys! You all need to relax, now!
Fuck you Donovan, this is old blood. Bad blood, since way before your time.
Derrick is right, y’all need to chill the fuck out here! Scorpion. Price. You guys are old friends, you can’t let this fall apart. Arnold. Lee. You two are soon to be teammates, you need to have each others backs.
BB tries his best to cool the situation, but it only suspends the emotions. Arnold storms away from them, as Scorpion as Price exchange so words. Lee, not knowing what to do, stands next to BB and Derrick, waiting and hoping that nothing more happens.
This is bullshit...I can’t believe V booked me in for this crap...oh, and look at this. Our faithful captain has arrived! Brilliant…
By the entrance to the terminal, a man makes his entrance. The group turn to watch the spectacle that is StormCrow. Wearing his full ring gear, including his top hat and long black trenchcoat, Crow walks into the terminal and scans around for his gate. Derrick signals to him to join them, and he does so. As he approaches, people watch him in curiosity, awe, shock...in each of his hands he is carrying bags marked ‘Duty Free’.
Hey guys! How’s everybody doing!
Good man, what took you so long?
Man, they got a serious Duty Free here! Check it out! So many Toblerone's and booze deals! Wow, they should fly me around more often!
Bundling his purchases onto a seat, he looks around at the gathering of his teammates.
So guys, what did I miss? Anything fun happen? Ooh, before I forget, I got us something...a good luck drink, if you will…
Reaching into one of the bags, Crow pulls out a number of miniatures, travel sized spirits, and tosses them to each other the guys. Once each has received their small bottle of whiskey, rum, tequila, whatever it might be Crow pulls a bigger bottle of Jameson’s from the bag and removes the cap.
To...er, success and victory!
He gulps down his bottle, the only one to drink.
Uh, StormCrow, you shouldn’t be drinking so hard, you’ve to captain the team on Friday…
Let him drink, he won’t do much for us anyway. He’s pathetic.
No Arnold, you are wrong, you are the one who is going to let us down. Especially if you don’t shut your mouth.
Let’s go Price, I’m sick of all your barking, let’s see if you bite!
Kicking off again, Lee and Scorpion do their best to hold back Arnold and Price respectively, but Crow pipes up…
ENOUGH! Calm it down you guys! What’s there to be heated up about! We’re about to jet off to fabulous Moscow! We’re going to see the sights, and get to experience this new Coliseum the FWA has built. We get to see our fans, and hear them cheer our names! How could be now be excited for that!
I think the issue is obvious...we are being forced onto a team together, yet not all of us work so well as partners. Arnold and me...we’ve got history. Price, well he’s got history with us both. And Lee over there…
Sung-Hyun Lee smiles at them all, not knowing really what to do.
Well we don’t know much about Lee. Kira should really build up his character so more. But regardless, this fight ahead of us is a disaster...and you should be aware of what we are walking into.
Scorpion, my man. My friend? Listen, there has not been a fight I have turned down, nor an event I haven’t entered because the odds were stacked against me. This jam with FWA? We got this! Those goons in Russia? Piece of cake! Look, I didn’t get this from you by being afraid to fight-
StormCrow pulls up his t-shirt to reveal the XHF European Championship underneath, but it unclips and falls off of him to the floor.
Ooopps, shit hang on…
He bends over to pick up the belt, and tosses it onto his bags on the chair. Doing so, he topples over one of the bags, spilling another belt onto the floor, the AXW Championship.
Ah shit, these things are so slippery…
Bending over to pick that belt up, he accidentally spills whiskey onto it, as the contenders for that same gold watch on in disbelief.
Oh for fucks sake...why the hell does this guy have two belts! What the hell kind of joke is that!
Whoa, cool it Arnold. You’ll get your shot to win one back, just hold your horses there! Same goes for all of you cool cats, these belts…
He holds the AXW Championship up in the air, allowing the spilled whiskey to drip off of it onto the floor…
...these belts are yours, if you want them. If you want to have them round your waist, or hanging on your wall, or do whatever the hell you want with them, then you know where to find me. But that is not our agenda this weekend, that is not on our horizon…
He tosses the belt onto the chair, the two shining gold belts folded over like old jeans.
Look, regardless of how you guys feel towards each other, regardless of what shit you have done to each other in the past, this weekend is different. This weekend we are going into a wild-ass crazy match against five dudes that want to kill us! Five dudes that want to make a big name for themselves. They want to put an end to the legends of the XHF, and take their place in the hall of fame.
StormCrow looks around the men, their faces not exactly filling him with encouragement.
Price. ‘The Messiah of Hardcore’. Man I watched you on TV, destroying people! Ripping shit up! Shredding fools who came near you. You’re a hero in my eyes. I mean, I am pretty sure you dies, and you most likely are a zombie, but fuck it, that's just cool man!
He turns to face the opposite side, where Arnold and Lee are.
Rob Arnold, I knew not to mess with you before I ever stepped foot into a wrestling ring. You are notorious for what you do, and famous because you are so good at it. Heck, I am lucky to be alive after our match up, and I feel blessed to come out of it as injured as I was. I got tore up by the famous Rob Arnold! That’s huge for me man! Yeah the belt was sweet and all, but I duked it out with a legend of XHF...that’s massive for me man. And I am so happy I got to do that.
He turns to look at Lee.
I’ve no idea what your story is man, Kira really need to post more shit about you. But you look cool, man! Nd I am sure you’re gonna do some mad South Korean shit in the ring. Gangnam Style or something…
BB Gunn facepalms at how ignorantly racist StormCrow is being. Crow turns to Scorpion.
Man, what can I say about you that the world doesn’t already know. I fought in a tournament named after you, man! Like, that is just nuts. Your own tournament! And, you handed me your hard won and hard fought XHF Euro belt. You, Scorpion! Dude you are a God in the ring, and a legend to all aspiring wrestling in the game.
StormCrow takes a look around again, looks each other men in the eyes one last time, before taking a big swig of his bottle.
Look, I am not a leader. Hell, I am not even a good team player! I’m named Crow after all, I fly my own way. But I do know this...going into Xtraction, with you guys backing me...it sure feels good man. Like, I mean it, this team right here? We are unstoppable! We can fuck sht up, royablly! And that’s what we will do. No plan, no tactics, no crazy strategy. Just good old fashioned instincts. When that bell rings, whoever is in the ring is going to give it 110%. When he can’t take it anymore, then we jump in. Simple as that, when the pressure is on us, when that freak Ozycotton or that hairy guy Daisy Black are beating me down, I’ll be sure glad to have you guys in my corner, backing me up.
BB gives him a smile, and Derrick supports him with a nod.
I might be a drunk, a fool, an old man and a fool…
You said that already…
...but what I am not...is a coward. I am not afraid to go into this match and do it alone, I will take on these weirdos five on one if needs be...but if we want to make this thing great, we want to really show them and the world that AXW is going places...then let's go in there and whup some ass! Let’s beat us some Russians!
He holds his bottle in the air, awaiting the round of applause that doesn’t come...instead, he receives a nod of acknowledgment from Scorpion, and the group-wide fighting seems to dissipate. Each guy returns to their seat, and the debacle seems to be done, for now.
Good job old man, nice pep talk.
Thanks BB, I just hope it’s enough.
You did good Crow, real good. Now...lay off that hooch until [b[after[/b[ Xtraction please!
Donovan gives him a smile, as him and BB sit down. Crow, content with his drunken ramble of a pep talk, finds his own seat. He puts down the bottle of whiskey, and picks up the two belts from the seat, holding them both out to admire, one in each hand…
Yeah, it's going to be a battle alright, a real uphill struggle...but if I can achieve this much, I can do anything! This is going to be AXW’s weekend, and we are going to show the...what the fuck is that?
Dropping the AXW Championship, he pulls the XHF European Champion closer to his face to inspect it.
Ah fuck, my Toblerone’s after melting all over my belt! God dammit...BB? BB! Have you got any wet-wipes or something? I need to get this chocolate off my belt…
Arnold looks on in disgust, as Crow desecrates his belt with melted duty-free chocolate. As the men await their departing flight to Moscow, a serene sense of calm fills the group, a sense that maybe this team might actually stand a chance. The scene fades out as we watch Crow spitting on the belt and wiping it down with his soiled, torn AC/DC t-shirt…
...I just don’t know why we all have to go, wont they have announcers there?
BB, it's your job and it's our biggest night, quit complaining.
Yeah Don, that's easy for you to say, packing on the pounds has given you plenty of insulation. But it's cold in Russia man! And I don’t do so well in the cold! What about you Scorps, you excited for the cold?
Scorpion gives BB a grunt, not looking up from his newspaper. Sat quietly with his face masked under a pair of dark glasses, black baseball cap and his hoody is up, he is almost fully hiding. His feet are resting on top of his luggage, elevated and relaxed.
Yeah, well you have to go, you’re the star of the show. I don’t know why V just doesn’t let us chill here in London…
As BB is complaining, Derrick spots Price arriving. He salutes for Price to join them, but he is ignored, as Price takes his seat at the other end of the seating area. He plugs his ears with headphones, and kicks back in his seat. A moment later, Sung-Hyun Lee arrives, and acknowledges Derrick waving him over.
Hello son, how are you feeling? You nervous, or a little excited even?
Lee shoots him a smiles, takes his seat and takes out his cellphone, avoiding conversation.
...real cheery bunch this lot are…
They had better learn to work together, or else they ain’t got a chance against Team FWA.
Ah I don’t know about that, these guys have all proved themselves in the ring. When push comes to shove, I reckon they’ll kick into action. Can’t imagine seeing them all being buddy-buddy about it, but I am sure they won’t throw a match over their egos.
Hopefully not, this match is too big to screw up. They are going to need each other more than they realize...shit, here comes Arnold…
Rob Arnold appears, hood up and earbuds in too. He spots BB and Derrick sitting down, and surprisingly makes a bee-line for them. He walks right over to their area, plops his gear bag onto the seats, and unplugs his ears.
Right, you are all here...what’s the plan?
How do you mean?
Plan, the plan...tell me there has been a strategy or something put together? Scorpion? Nothing from you?
Scorpion looks up from his paper, stares at Arnold for a moment, before ignoring him and returning to his ready.
Perfect...that’s just perfect...so we are going into this thing blind, and without any tactics. Why did I even bother coming here in the first place…
Don’t worry Rob, it’ll all work out. StormCrow will know what needs to be done, I’m sure he’s got some ideas up his sleeve.
Alright, well lets hear them...where is he?
Crow? Uh, he’s not arrived yet…
Fuck sake...of course he hasn’t. Why am I not surprised, our ‘captain’ the bumbling drunken idiot is a no-show...fuck it, we don’t need him anyway. We’ll be fine without him.
Says the man who couldn’t beat him…
Arnold reacts to Scorpion’s comment aggressively.
What did you say, old man? Speak up.
You heard me. You are here talking trash about Crow, but yet you couldn’t put him down. Whether you like it or not, he’s our champion, and he’s our captain now too.
Whatever Scorpion, keep you musings to yourself.
Now now guys, chill it out a bit. We’re all on the same team here…
Price arrives over, to look at Arnold.
Running your mouth again Arnold I see? Why don’t you shut it for once.
Wow, he talks! The great warrior Price. If you are so tired of hearing me talk, why don’t you come here and try shut me up!
Price makes his way to Arnold, but Scorpion stands up and pushes him back, trying his best to avoid an altercation in the middle of the terminal. Arnold, not to let things slide so easily, makes a go at Price too, but Sung-Hyun Lee jumps up and grabs him, holding him back.
Guys! You all need to relax, now!
Fuck you Donovan, this is old blood. Bad blood, since way before your time.
Derrick is right, y’all need to chill the fuck out here! Scorpion. Price. You guys are old friends, you can’t let this fall apart. Arnold. Lee. You two are soon to be teammates, you need to have each others backs.
BB tries his best to cool the situation, but it only suspends the emotions. Arnold storms away from them, as Scorpion as Price exchange so words. Lee, not knowing what to do, stands next to BB and Derrick, waiting and hoping that nothing more happens.
This is bullshit...I can’t believe V booked me in for this crap...oh, and look at this. Our faithful captain has arrived! Brilliant…
By the entrance to the terminal, a man makes his entrance. The group turn to watch the spectacle that is StormCrow. Wearing his full ring gear, including his top hat and long black trenchcoat, Crow walks into the terminal and scans around for his gate. Derrick signals to him to join them, and he does so. As he approaches, people watch him in curiosity, awe, shock...in each of his hands he is carrying bags marked ‘Duty Free’.
Hey guys! How’s everybody doing!
Good man, what took you so long?
Man, they got a serious Duty Free here! Check it out! So many Toblerone's and booze deals! Wow, they should fly me around more often!
Bundling his purchases onto a seat, he looks around at the gathering of his teammates.
So guys, what did I miss? Anything fun happen? Ooh, before I forget, I got us something...a good luck drink, if you will…
Reaching into one of the bags, Crow pulls out a number of miniatures, travel sized spirits, and tosses them to each other the guys. Once each has received their small bottle of whiskey, rum, tequila, whatever it might be Crow pulls a bigger bottle of Jameson’s from the bag and removes the cap.
To...er, success and victory!
He gulps down his bottle, the only one to drink.
Uh, StormCrow, you shouldn’t be drinking so hard, you’ve to captain the team on Friday…
Let him drink, he won’t do much for us anyway. He’s pathetic.
No Arnold, you are wrong, you are the one who is going to let us down. Especially if you don’t shut your mouth.
Let’s go Price, I’m sick of all your barking, let’s see if you bite!
Kicking off again, Lee and Scorpion do their best to hold back Arnold and Price respectively, but Crow pipes up…
ENOUGH! Calm it down you guys! What’s there to be heated up about! We’re about to jet off to fabulous Moscow! We’re going to see the sights, and get to experience this new Coliseum the FWA has built. We get to see our fans, and hear them cheer our names! How could be now be excited for that!
I think the issue is obvious...we are being forced onto a team together, yet not all of us work so well as partners. Arnold and me...we’ve got history. Price, well he’s got history with us both. And Lee over there…
Sung-Hyun Lee smiles at them all, not knowing really what to do.
Well we don’t know much about Lee. Kira should really build up his character so more. But regardless, this fight ahead of us is a disaster...and you should be aware of what we are walking into.
Scorpion, my man. My friend? Listen, there has not been a fight I have turned down, nor an event I haven’t entered because the odds were stacked against me. This jam with FWA? We got this! Those goons in Russia? Piece of cake! Look, I didn’t get this from you by being afraid to fight-
StormCrow pulls up his t-shirt to reveal the XHF European Championship underneath, but it unclips and falls off of him to the floor.
Ooopps, shit hang on…
He bends over to pick up the belt, and tosses it onto his bags on the chair. Doing so, he topples over one of the bags, spilling another belt onto the floor, the AXW Championship.
Ah shit, these things are so slippery…
Bending over to pick that belt up, he accidentally spills whiskey onto it, as the contenders for that same gold watch on in disbelief.
Oh for fucks sake...why the hell does this guy have two belts! What the hell kind of joke is that!
Whoa, cool it Arnold. You’ll get your shot to win one back, just hold your horses there! Same goes for all of you cool cats, these belts…
He holds the AXW Championship up in the air, allowing the spilled whiskey to drip off of it onto the floor…
...these belts are yours, if you want them. If you want to have them round your waist, or hanging on your wall, or do whatever the hell you want with them, then you know where to find me. But that is not our agenda this weekend, that is not on our horizon…
He tosses the belt onto the chair, the two shining gold belts folded over like old jeans.
Look, regardless of how you guys feel towards each other, regardless of what shit you have done to each other in the past, this weekend is different. This weekend we are going into a wild-ass crazy match against five dudes that want to kill us! Five dudes that want to make a big name for themselves. They want to put an end to the legends of the XHF, and take their place in the hall of fame.
StormCrow looks around the men, their faces not exactly filling him with encouragement.
Price. ‘The Messiah of Hardcore’. Man I watched you on TV, destroying people! Ripping shit up! Shredding fools who came near you. You’re a hero in my eyes. I mean, I am pretty sure you dies, and you most likely are a zombie, but fuck it, that's just cool man!
He turns to face the opposite side, where Arnold and Lee are.
Rob Arnold, I knew not to mess with you before I ever stepped foot into a wrestling ring. You are notorious for what you do, and famous because you are so good at it. Heck, I am lucky to be alive after our match up, and I feel blessed to come out of it as injured as I was. I got tore up by the famous Rob Arnold! That’s huge for me man! Yeah the belt was sweet and all, but I duked it out with a legend of XHF...that’s massive for me man. And I am so happy I got to do that.
He turns to look at Lee.
I’ve no idea what your story is man, Kira really need to post more shit about you. But you look cool, man! Nd I am sure you’re gonna do some mad South Korean shit in the ring. Gangnam Style or something…
BB Gunn facepalms at how ignorantly racist StormCrow is being. Crow turns to Scorpion.
Man, what can I say about you that the world doesn’t already know. I fought in a tournament named after you, man! Like, that is just nuts. Your own tournament! And, you handed me your hard won and hard fought XHF Euro belt. You, Scorpion! Dude you are a God in the ring, and a legend to all aspiring wrestling in the game.
StormCrow takes a look around again, looks each other men in the eyes one last time, before taking a big swig of his bottle.
Look, I am not a leader. Hell, I am not even a good team player! I’m named Crow after all, I fly my own way. But I do know this...going into Xtraction, with you guys backing me...it sure feels good man. Like, I mean it, this team right here? We are unstoppable! We can fuck sht up, royablly! And that’s what we will do. No plan, no tactics, no crazy strategy. Just good old fashioned instincts. When that bell rings, whoever is in the ring is going to give it 110%. When he can’t take it anymore, then we jump in. Simple as that, when the pressure is on us, when that freak Ozycotton or that hairy guy Daisy Black are beating me down, I’ll be sure glad to have you guys in my corner, backing me up.
BB gives him a smile, and Derrick supports him with a nod.
I might be a drunk, a fool, an old man and a fool…
You said that already…
...but what I am not...is a coward. I am not afraid to go into this match and do it alone, I will take on these weirdos five on one if needs be...but if we want to make this thing great, we want to really show them and the world that AXW is going places...then let's go in there and whup some ass! Let’s beat us some Russians!
He holds his bottle in the air, awaiting the round of applause that doesn’t come...instead, he receives a nod of acknowledgment from Scorpion, and the group-wide fighting seems to dissipate. Each guy returns to their seat, and the debacle seems to be done, for now.
Good job old man, nice pep talk.
Thanks BB, I just hope it’s enough.
You did good Crow, real good. Now...lay off that hooch until [b[after[/b[ Xtraction please!
Donovan gives him a smile, as him and BB sit down. Crow, content with his drunken ramble of a pep talk, finds his own seat. He puts down the bottle of whiskey, and picks up the two belts from the seat, holding them both out to admire, one in each hand…
Yeah, it's going to be a battle alright, a real uphill struggle...but if I can achieve this much, I can do anything! This is going to be AXW’s weekend, and we are going to show the...what the fuck is that?
Dropping the AXW Championship, he pulls the XHF European Champion closer to his face to inspect it.
Ah fuck, my Toblerone’s after melting all over my belt! God dammit...BB? BB! Have you got any wet-wipes or something? I need to get this chocolate off my belt…
Arnold looks on in disgust, as Crow desecrates his belt with melted duty-free chocolate. As the men await their departing flight to Moscow, a serene sense of calm fills the group, a sense that maybe this team might actually stand a chance. The scene fades out as we watch Crow spitting on the belt and wiping it down with his soiled, torn AC/DC t-shirt…
RIP Malcolm Young!!
