|
|
Post by vastrix on Feb 16, 2018 10:16:54 GMT -5
TOMMY ONIONS: What’s next?
JOSEPH GREER: It’s another tournament match I believe.
TOMMY ONIONS: Oh yeah Erickson versus my Frank’s tag partner; Billy Fowler.
The RioTron cuts to black, at the middle of the screen there appears to be a discolouration. Focusing slowly, the discoloured section fades in slowly forming ‘The Massacre Maker’ in white.
BOB MOONEY: And hailing from Detroit Michigan. Weighing in at three hundred and seventy six pounds, he is ’The Massacre Maker’, Dylan Erickson.
No pyro explodes; no music heralds the giant former Anarchy Champion. The seven foot monster simply steps through the curtain to a chorus of boos. He methodically walks to the ring.
JOSEPH GREER: He definitely looks pissed off after losing the belt at the pay per view.
TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah, but he’s going to lose once again tonight.
JOSEPH GREER: Wait, we’re getting word that somethings happened back stage.
The camera pans back stage and officials are seen running. They surround Billy Fowler who is unconscious and covered in blood.
TOMMY ONIONS: What the hell?
JOSEPH GREER: Who the hell took him out?
A horn blows somewhere in the arena.
The Big Screen comes to life with just static. The static seems to zoom back, revealing water. The picture switches again. A figure in fur stands upon a shore, its face shrouded. It points accusingly, not towards the screen, but at something unseen off to one side.
On the screen is a close up of an eye. The eye blinks once, twice. Suddenly the lights go out. Suddenly the screen seems to clear, what looks like the moon appears on it. Chanting begins from what seems nowhere.
It's not the moon at all, they realize. The shape is round like a full moon, but it seems to be made up of thin ribbons of cloud streaking against a night sky. And there's a face, we see, a face hidden in shadows, looking down from above. The picture has a grainy look to it as it changes. The scene is of a couple of wolves running through some woodland; behind them is the same figure. The figure stood to the left of the wolves suddenly changes position from the left part of the picture, to the right. Almost instantly the figure returns to its original position, but in that one moment in its changed location we see a huge man with a shadow covering his face. The wolves turn towards where that figure stood, and howl.
The screen next becomes a twitching, undulating impenetrable sea of the runes used in the Icelandic language.
The arena drops into darkness as this weird movie is playing out on the big screen. Suddenly pyros explode in front of the big screen, as the fans literally jump from the shock. The roving arm of the overhead camera picks out people in the crowd. As they realize there on the screen they hold the signs higher. Blue strobes cut around the arena as red smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way.
JOSEPH GREER: Oh my God! The Viking’s here for Dylan!
TOMMY ONIONS: He has bad blood with Dylan because of that belt he won from Havok.
JOSEPH GREER: And he defended it against Havok last week on that Supremacy show.
Stood at the top of the ramp way is a monster criss-crossed from head to toe with the scars of a thousand battles. Upon his head is a helmet. He is covered in fur and armour. He raises his massive arms above his head in an age-old gesture of defiance and supremacy as phosphorus flames blast in twin columns to the heavens behind him. "If I had a Heart" by Fever Ray starts blaring out.
Ragnar is joined by Hild, his associate; she holds the RSW Legacy Championship belt above her head. They slowly walk towards the ring ignoring the cheers from the crowd. Ragnar passes a camera and stops and looks directly into the lens. He takes off his helmet and hands it to Hild but leaves the fur hood up.
JOSEPH GREER: What is he doing out here?
Ragnar then slowly steps up the ring steps; step after step, walking with such a purpose. As he places his foot on the ring apron he immediately follows up by thrusting his opposite leg through the ropes, as he lunges into the ring.
TOMMY ONIONS: Dylan looks pissed off that the Viking has interrupted his match.
JOSEPH GREER: So true.
Looking around momentarily, Ragnar mounts the turnbuckle adjacent to the stairs, resting his left foot on the top rope. With a brief look from side to side, he lowers his fur hood and gazes around the facility, soaking in the numerous reactions from the crowd. Upon listening to their calls he hops down into the ring and takes off his fur cloak and armour and then hands it to ring crew.
JOSEPH GREER: He looks intense.
Slowly he turns and looks at Dylan. Hild grabs a microphone. Dylan takes a step towards them.
HILD OLAFSDOTTIR: Dylan, Dylan, my friend; you knew this was coming didn’t you? If you think by becoming a key board warrior on your mobile phone wouldn’t get Ragnar’s attention then you were wrong.
Ragnar looks intently at Dylan.
HILD OLAFSDOTTIR: You thought by calling out the unworthy champion Havok that he would fall for your tweets?
She laughs as she walks around the ring with the RSW Legacy Championship over her left shoulder.
HILD OLAFSDOTTIR: Do you think you deserve this belt after your disastrous defence of your RSW Anarchy Championship last show? Do you? Do you? You really do don’t you by Odin.
Dylan mumbles something inaudible.
HILD OLAFSDOTTIR: Okay, we may throw you a bone. The ONLY undefeated wrestler on the roster will be fighting champion unlike some here.
Ragnar points to the Masquerade banner hanging from the rafters. Dylan slowly turns and looks at the sign.
HILD OLAFSDOTTIR: So Dylan, Masquerade III, Hong Kong. Ragnar vs Dylan, RSW Legacy Championship match; Are you down with that?
Dylan nods as Hild and Ragnar leave the ring.
TOMMY ONIONS: OH MY GOD! That is a huge match!
JOSEPH GREER: True, but what happens about this match?
TOMMY ONIONS: Who knows but how is Billy?
|
|
|
|
Post by vastrix on Feb 16, 2018 10:17:16 GMT -5
BOB MOONEY: This next contest is a tournament match and is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first...the Enemy of all Free RSW...Garmr!
The Resurrection theme from Hellraiser begins playing as Garmr walks out from the back to a shower of booing. He looks around with a look of sheer cruelty that silences nearby fans. He makes his way down to the ring at an even, steady pace.
TOMMY ONIONS: Beware the wrath of the aaaaaaannnnnnngry giant!
JOSEPH GREER: There is something broken in you.
BOB MOONEY: And his opponent…the Last of the Hooligans...Nob Kerfuffle!
“Game of Pricks” by Guided by Voices begins playing as Nob Kerfuffle walks out from the back. He looks around nervously as the crowd cheers him on. He looks down to the ring to see Garmr glowering at him. He swallows hard and begins to make his way down to the ring.
TOMMY ONIONS: Dead man walking!
JOSEPH GREER: We went an entire ppv without someone dying. Now we should try for an entire year!
Nob Kerfuffle makes it down to the ring, but Garmr reaches over the top rope, and pulls him into the ring as they quickly cut the music and ring the bell to start the match.
Garmr releases Nob and indicates that he may strike first. Nob unloads lefts and rights, a few of them jumping punches to be able to strike Garmr solidly in the jaw.
None of this violence has any effect on the giant.
Garmr strikes back with a swift uppercut that sends Nob over the top rope to land onto the concrete floor like a sack of potatoes.
JOSEPH GREER: Why isn’t the floor padded for this? Nob fell on his head!
TOMMY ONIONS: Putting down padding would decrease the amount of bloodshed. You see that Nob is already bleeding!
When Nob slowly pulls himself to his feet, it can be seen that he is bleeding from the left temple where he had struck the floor. He staggers a little, but climbs back into the ring to glare up at Garmr.
NOB KERFUFFLE: You will pay for what you did to Cedric…
Garmr answers this by backhanding Nob hard enough to send him to his knees and then all fours. Blood rains onto the mat from a split lip and the cut at the temple.
A foot placed to the small of Nob’s back sends him back down to the mat with authority.
GARMR: You are less than an insect and have caused me enough trouble.
Garmr hefts Nob up like one would a sack of garbage and hurls him against the corner. He follows at full steam, hitting an avalanche!
TOMMY ONIONS: JESUS! I think the ring moved and some of Nob’s ribs cracked right then!
JOSEPH GREER: Garmr hits like a runaway freight train!
The giant peels Nob from the corner by palming his face, lifts him up high, and smashes him to the mat! He picks him up again, this time holding him close so he can whisper.
GARMR: You hurt my back. Today, I snap your spine…
As Garmr applies a back rub, “Circus Apocalypse” by Vermillion Lies begins playing and Armand von Krauss appears at the entrance stage.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I’m certain that Nob cannot continue this match. Ring the bell so that Mr. Garmr can release him.
The bell is rung to end the match, but Garmr does not release Nob.
TOMMY ONIONS: This is going to get ugly real quick!
JOSEPH GREER: Will Armand get physical here?
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: You have the count of five to release him or I will have the outcome of this match reversed! You will never come out of your group in the tournament if you lose tonight.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Fiv-
Garmr drops Nob Kerfuffle, who flops around on the mat like a grounded fish.
BOB MOONEY: Winner of the match...Garmr!
With Nob down, Garmr turns his gaze to Armand himself. Armand just smiles.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: You have won tonight as you knew that you would. Don’t let this all fall away before you get your epic confrontation by getting removed from the tournament.
Armand turns around and-
GARMR: Words.
Armand turns back around with an eyebrow raised.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: What was that?
TOMMY ONIONS: Oh no.
JOSEPH GREER: Don’t listen!
GARMR: Are words all you’re good for? You dismantled Parsons, but will not come down to the ring to make me stop crushing this insect in person? Maybe I will just continue what I am doing.
Garmr places a foot onto the side of Nob’s head. Tommy Onions ducks underneath the commentary table.
TOMMY ONIONS: I have a feeling that this is going to be like a Gallahger show real quick!
JOSEPH GREER: How do you kno-Ooooooohh!
Armand von Krauss makes his way down to the ring, cheering reaching his ears for the very first time as he walks down to confront the monster.
Garmr removes his foot from the side of Nob’s head with a laugh.
GARMR: Show me the power that broke Parsons.
Armand takes a swing at Garmr, but the first is caught. He quickly tries with his other hand, but that is caught as well.
GARMR: Where is that strength?
Armand grits his teeth, determined to not show pain and weakness. Still, he is driven to his knees.
TOMMY ONIONS: What is going on?
JOSEPH GREER: Garmr is showing his full power.
Garmr slams Armand with a headbutt and lifts him up into a bear hug, shaking him side to side.
Nob slowly rolls out of the ring, grabbing something from underneath that he brings back into the ring with him.
A shovel!
Nob lifts it up, spitting a glob of blood onto the mat, and slams Garmr in the back with it!
When that doesn’t seem to have an effect, Nob does it again! And again! And again!
The fifth strike gets Garmr to release Armand, who falls twitching to the mat from having his rib cage compacted into his spine. Garmr turns around to look at Nob, who slams him upside the head with the shovel!
Well, he would have if Garmr hadn’t caught the shovel by the handle just below the scoop. He rips the shovel out of Nob’s hands and breaks it over his knee.
TOMMY ONIONS: Oh shit.
JOSEPH GREER: Who will save Nob and Armand?
Isaiah Zepp runs down to the ring to stand alongside Nob! He’s joined by Jakie Wentzel!
Garmr looks from one to the next with a grin.
GARMR: Three broken chickens for the pot is better than one.
Before Garmr can strike any of the three, he’s brought down from behind by a sledgehammer shot to the back of the head from Chris Parsons!
Parsons shoves the end of the sledgehammer into Nob’s gut to bring him down. He backs away as Isaiah and Jakie move to defend the downed Nob.
CHRIS PARSONS: We’re even now, cupcake. I would suggest finding a new line of work.
Parsons walks over to the downed Armand with the sledgehammer in hand.
TOMMY ONIONS: Parsons going to get his own vengeance right now!
JOSEPH GREER: That would be really low of him.
Armand sits up, looking up to Parsons with a grin.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I am wounded. Now is the only chance for redemption that you will get.
Parsons narrows his eyes and throws down the sledgehammer.
CHRIS PARSONS: You owe me another chance, Army. I just saved you. Maybe we can kick things up a notch at Masquerade.
Parsons heads to the back as Isaiah Zepp and Jakie Wentzel help Nob Kerfuffle to the back. Armand von Krauss stands up, clutches at his ribcage for a brief moment, and goes to get a new Egyptian cigarette out of his golden case. He makes a dirty face at the crushed container and tosses it by Garmr’s head before heading to the back.
No one comes down to the ring to help Garmr.
TOMMY ONIONS: No one from staff is foolish enough to come down to the ring to help him when he gets up.
JOSEPH GREER: That’s not a wrong statement.
Garmr eventually stirs, stands up, and clutches at the back of his head. He growls when his hand comes away wet with blood. He stands up, shakes his head, and heads to the back.
TOMMY ONIONS: I would hate to be a follower of Garmr right about now. I hear he takes these things out on them!
JOSEPH GREER: That sounds like a twisted rumor, but I kinda believe it.
|
|
|
|
Post by vastrix on Feb 16, 2018 10:17:37 GMT -5
The crowd stirred, loudly stamping on the ground and starting the occasional chant. As Bob Mooney climbs slowly back into the ring, the crowd begin to cheer loudly once again.
BOB MOONEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match has been advertised as a British wrestling grudge match. First to the ring, the former RSW World Champion……………Reverend Shane Mitchell!
There were loud cheers, but they quickly turned to boo’s when Shane is mentioned. Trash begins to fly toward the ring, and Bob quickly sidesteps a flying beer bottle as he stands in the corner.
TOMMY ONIONS: These people don’t like the Reverend. He is no Frank Windsor!
JOSEPH GREER: We’re supposed to be neutral and not pick sides.
TOMMY ONIONS: Why not? Frank is great and Shane’s not.
JOSEPH GREER: Both are former RSW World Champions but let’s see how it goes.
“In the name of the Father” by Black Grape starts to play as Reverend Shane Mitchell makes his way to the ring; Dressed in a black gown and white collar. He gets back to the middle of the ring and turns to the ramp way.
Bob Mooney picks up his microphone and is about to start his next introduction but Tommy Onions stands up. He grabs a microphone.
TOMMY ONIONS: Let me stop you there Bob.
He gets from behind the announce table and makes his way into the ring.
TOMMY ONIONS: I’ve got this Bob, if anyone should introduce this next guy it should be me.
Shane shakes his head as Bob slowly gets out of the ring.
TOMMY ONIONS (Reading from cue cards): There’s someone missing from this ring. This man who is Great RSW World Heavyweight Champion in Shane Star Wrestling history, the self-proclaimed special one, the Sultan of the Schlong Style, the King of Yorkshire………
He takes off his t-shirt revealing the new merchandise he’s wearing.
TOMMY ONIONS: ……The Glorious One, the Star Child, the Master of a Million Moves……..but don’t ask him to name them as he will, the FABULOUS ONE, it is THE Frank Windsor!
Cameras pan around the sea of anxious people who are cheering loudly at the showing of respect towards Frank. Suddenly, the cheering explodes as the loudspeakers crackle, all attention devoted to these very special proceedings. A large British Flag unfolds from the rafters and hangs majestically over the ring area, each ear expecting to hear the music of Frank Windsor.
The big screen started to show all sorts of British iconic sites. Children playing in the streets, football matches, police in the streets. The first few bars of “Hello” by Adele blares out before it seamlessly mixes into “The Man” by the Killers. Brilliant silver strobe lights flash through the arena as rainbow coloured confetti falls from the rafters. The screen now goes to show footage of Frank in his silver Mercedes convertible cruising the streets of Bradford, Yorkshire before fading into Frank walking in slow motion through the Pleasure Beach in Blackpool with his designer sunglasses and leopard skin coat on.
JOSEPH GREER: What the hell?
The curtains at the top of the ramp way are pushed open and they emerge. The fans give a standing ovation as a huge silver Palanquin is pushed through the curtains being carried by midgets. Sitting atop it in his leopard skin coat and sunglasses is Frank Windsor.
JOSEPH GREER: The midgets are all mini-me versions of the RSW roster past and present!!
The Palanquin is carried down the ramp way and stops by the ring. Natalia Santiago walks around it and enters the ring and saunters around the ring, eyeing the crowd. The midget dressed as PT Merciless stoops down in front of Frank who uses him as a step to get down. Tommy laughs in the ring.
JOSEPH GREER: I cannot put it into words ladies and gentlemen. Wait, is that supposed to be me? What the actual fuck?
Windsor exhales slowly as he looks at Shane in the ring before smiling and acknowledging the fans in attendance with a royal wave. He reaches the ringside area and uses the stairs to ascend onto the apron. Looking around momentarily, Windsor mounts the turnbuckle adjacent to the stairs, resting his left foot on the top rope. With a brief bow, Windsor puts his sun glasses on the top of his head and gazes around the facility, soaking in the numerous reactions from the crowd. Upon listening to their calls and looking over at his opponent, Windsor hops down into the ring and takes off his coat. He holds his arms up high for all to see. He walks directly up to Tommy and knuckles up to him before turning back to his opponent.
JOSEPH GREER: Yes ladies and gentlemen, you are not seeing things.
Shane gets right in Frank’s face as Tommy moves forward and slams the microphone into the head of Shane. The pop and boom is heard around the arena. Tommy continues to use the microphone stump, now broken and cracked, to slam into Shane's head. A cut opens up above Shane's eye, but with his teeth bared he tosses Tommy back into the ropes and with one strong backhand shoots the remains of the microphone out into the crowd. Tommy stumbles around the ring before flopping forward face first. He then rolls out of the ring with a smirk and returns to the announce table.
JOSEPH GREER: What the hell have you done? We’re supposed to be unbiased journalists out here.
TOMMY ONIONS: Unbiased? How can we be unbiased?
JOSEPH GREER: Easily, we don’t attack the talent.
TOMMY ONIONS: Meh! But none of them are FABULOUS!
Shane moves in, grabbing Frank by the neck and slamming him up against the turnbuckle. But Frank rakes the eyes and slides out and down, under Shane’s legs and up behind him. Frank quickly locks in a sleeper hold as the crowd began to boo. Shane grabs the ropes, and the referee warns Frank to release the hold. But before Frank can, Shane rams his head backward, catching Frank in the temple with the head butt and sending the ring veteran reeling. Shane shoots back with a series of elbows, and then tosses Frank into the ropes. Frank ducks the clothesline attempt and returns with an arm bar and works to lock it in. Both wrestlers go down to the mat, and Shane uses his upper body strength to power out of the hold, but Frank moves quickly up and around and slaps on a cross face submission hold. Using his legs to hold Shane’s arms away from the ropes, the referee leans down to ask Shane if he will submit.
TOMMY ONIONS: Ask him ref!
JOSEPH GREER: This isn’t 80’s wrestling from the United Kingdoms.
Shane spits and leans into his hold, then rolls up and over it to break the hold. Shane climbs to his feet faster than Frank, and brings a big boot down into Frank’s skull. Frank bounces on the mat, coughing blood as Shane pushes the referee to one side and continues stomping down on his opponent's head. Bringing Frank up with one large hand, Shane pops Frank in the head and locks in a double arm bar. Frank screams and twists to break free but Shane has the submission held tightly locked and Frank finds himself unable to break free. Shaking his head to clear it, Frank pops out his shoulder and twists, bringing up the boot and nails Shane over the eye with one stiff kick. Shane let’s go of the hold and stumbles backward as Frank snaps his loose arm back into joint. Moving forward quickly, Frank hits a running lariat that forces Shane out of the ring and down to the floor below.
TOMMY ONIONS: This is why Frank is the Fabulous One!
JOSEPH GREER: If you say so.
Frank launches himself through the ropes in with a shoulder tackle, but is caught by Shane on the outside and rammed, back first, into the steel turnbuckle. Frank screams in pain and collapses on the ground. Shane grabs a chair from ringside, but the referee is out, warning him, threatening him. Grumbling, Shane tosses the chair aside and it clatters to the floor. Shane picks up Frank and launches him back into the ring through the ropes, then slowly climbs in after him. Frank holds his arm, still in pain over popping it out of joint and then being rammed into the steel. Shane, sees the weakness, grabs the injured arm and snaps it into a clothesline that takes Frank onto the mat. On his back Frank kicks up with hard boots, but Shane struggles to avoid them and drives a knee into Frank's injured arm.
TOMMY ONIONS: Oh we know he shouldn’t have done that.
JOSEPH GREER: Why?
TOMMY ONIONS: It’ll just piss the Fabulous One off.
Shane rolls to one side, but not fast enough to avoid a wild punch from Frank that catches him in the nose and causes him to stumble back into the ropes. Shane is dazed, and Frank with his arm still limp and loose, moves in and hooks in a jujigatame. Shane screams in pain, but is able to quickly hook the ropes and shoves Frank off. Frank, gasps for breath, can see himself running out of time.
JOSEPH GREER: I can’t believe Frank’s being overpowered Tommy?
TOMMY ONIONS: He’s not; he’s just playing the long game.
Shane comes off the ropes and grabs Frank into a full nelson hold. Working to bring it into a dragon suplex, Frank hooks the leg and moves down, blocking the hold. Undaunted, Shane and Frank met in a reverse Greco-Roman lock up, but Frank is able to slip away and slams Shane with another of his stiff punches to the side of the head. Frank, frantic now, uses heavy chops with his strong arm to work away at the back, shoulders, neck and finally chest of Shane. Frank moves closer and attempts to slap on a double chicken wing hold, leaping onto Shane’s back for more leverage. But Shane falls backwards, slamming back into the mat and crushing Frank beneath him. But Frank does not let go of the hold, and both men roll towards the ropes, through them, and crash down onto the floor.
TOMMY ONIONS: Oh this is interesting.
But on the concrete, Frank keeps the double chicken wing hold locked in, holding on for dear life on the outside. On the floor, Shane struggles to his feet, desperate to get free from the hold and his back twitching in agony. Natalia tries to motivate her charge. The crowd cheer loudly, and the sudden noise surprises Frank into loosening the hold just enough for Shane to flip him up and over... Frank's back slamming into the ring apron. Frank clutches his back with his good arm, and Shane scoops him up and rolls him back into the ring. On the mat, Shane brutally stomps down, still favouring the back that is aching from the submission hold. Measuring Frank, Shane hits the rolling elbow and quickly scoops up Frank and tosses him into the dragon suplex. The move hits solidly, and Shane goes for the cover. The referee went down for the count.
…….1
…….2
Frank shoots up an elbow.
TOMMY ONIONS: You can’t pin the Fabulous One like that.
JOSEPH GREER: I don’t care just watch the match.
TOMMY ONIONS: Come on Frank!
Shane stays on the offence as Frank favours the arm. Picking him up, Shane shoots Frank into the air, clutches the neck, and brings Frank down with a sitting side bomb. Frank is now laid still on the mat. Shane walks to the turnbuckle and raises one arm to the cheering crowd. Nodding with approval, he climbs to the top rope and slaps the forearm. He measures Frank, and then prepares to leap off the turnbuckle with the flying elbow.
JOSEPH GREER: Now this is going to be good. Wait, where you going?
From behind him Tommy jumps onto the ring apron and shoves Shane just as he was preparing to leap off at Frank. Shane stumbles, falls, and lands hard on the mat. Tommy turns, tapping his forehead with one finger and laughing at Shane.
JOSEPH GREER: This can’t happen this way.
Inside the ring Frank slowly drapes an arm over Shane, and the referee drops for the count.
………….1
……..2
But Shane shoves upward, and Frank looks in disbelief at Shane. Frank climbs slowly to his feet, wincing at the swollen and pained arm, and raises Shane to his feet. Frank kicks Shane in the stomach, and then goes for a DDT. But the damage done to his arm is too great. Frank cannot lift the arm in, can't hook Shane, and before he can attempt a counter move Shane grabs him by the neck. Frank coughs as he is raised up, and a brutal power slam follows.
JOSEPH GREER: Oh that’s got to hurt.
The referee knelt for the count as Tommy dove for the ring.
……..1
……..2
He pulls Shane off of Frank and low blow’s him. He rolls Frank onto Shane and points at the referee. His feet are on the ropes.
…………..1
……………2
……………3!
JOSEPH GREER: Only by cheating can Frank win.
Frank gets up, and points at Shane. They start stomping down on Shane, grinding him into the mat. Frank, is exhausted and beaten, slowly rolls out of the ring and with his good arm secures the steel chair that Shane has dropped on the floor. The crowd is cheering as he slides the chair into the ring and climbs in after it.
JOSEPH GREER: What the hell is he doing now?
Natalia and Tommy lift up Shane as Frank stands before him. Shane realises he’s in trouble and shakes them off and rolls out of the ring and exits through the curtain.
JOSEPH GREER: Good for you Shane!
Tommy nods at Frank and exits the ring as the Fabulous One and Natalia leave up the ramp way.
JOSEPH GREER: How could you?
TOMMY ONIONS: What?
|
|
|
|
Post by vastrix on Feb 16, 2018 10:17:57 GMT -5
BOB MOONEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall; and is for the RSW Anarchy Championship.
JOSEPH GREER: Welcome back RSW fans! If you're just joining us, it's been another wild night of action and there's still the Anarchy Championship!
'Cryin' like a bitch' by GodSmack blasts through the arena. The crowd roars after a night of insane RSW action, it was time for the final match of the evening.
BOB MOONEY: First, to my right, from Augusta, Georgia and weighing 230 pounds... DAN ROSEN!
Rosen cracks his knuckles and stretches his arms in the ring ropes.
The crowd boos the challenger as he snaps off a few poses for the benefit of those with flash photography.
TOMMY ONIONS: And tournament points Greer! You lazy hack of a wrestling journalist.
Before Joseph can respond, Bob Mooney resumes his introduction.
BOB MOONEY: And, introducing the champion...from Parts Unknown, weighing in at two hundred and thirteen pounds…he is the RSW Anarchy Champion...'D’!
Smoke gathers at the curtains as the entrance ramp sinks into darkness, Silverchair’s ‘Freak’ begins and the RSW crowd bursts forth a renewed cheer.
JOSEPH GREER: Here comes the champion, making his first title defense!
Making his way to the ring slowly, 'D' makes a change to his routine. Walking back and forth the aisle as the makes his way to the ring, fistbumping fans and allowing them to slap him on the back.
Entering the ring his hand the Anarchy title to Shawna who displays it for the crowd. The music dies as Shawna hands the belt to a ring side attendant and signals for the bell.
DING! DING!! DING!!!
As the bell sounds, both men meet at center ring. As they stand practically chest to chest, Rosen begins his own mind games.
DAN ROSEN: Your tricks are just smoke and mirrors. You don’t scare me.
Looking down at his opponent, Rosen is surprised by the familiar looking smirk that greets him in return.
D: Did Chris tell you that? Did he tell you all my supposed secrets? There’s just one problem, things change…people change!
Blasting Rosen with a short jab followed by a straight right and a step in elbow, Rosen stumbles back to the ropes.
JOSEPH GREER: After a tense stare down, ‘D’ has come out aggressive! Dan Rosen doesn’t know what just hit him!
Hitting the opposite ropes, ‘D’ clotheslines Rosen over the top to the floor.
Shawna steps in looking to get the action back inside the squared circle. Neither man obliges, forcing Shawna to begin her ten count.
1…
A thumb to the eye slows the enigma enough for Rosen to shake out the cobwebs.
2…
JOSEPH GREER: Thumb to the eye, Dan Rosen may be out here alone tonight but that’s straight out of the Parsons playbook.
TOMMY ONIONS: What exactly do you have against real motherfuckers? Frank Windsor, Parsons, Rosen, me. Whenever someone does what they have to, you have a problem.
Driving a knee into ‘D’s’ midsection, Rosen eyes the ring steps as Shawna continues the count.
3…
JOSEPH GREER: That must be infuriating for you, me expecting people, even you, to follow the rules.
TOMMY ONIONS: Did The Fabulous One get disqualified?
4…
JOSEPH GREER: Well…no, but…
TOMMY ONIONS: Then did anyone truly break the rules?
JOSEPH GREER: Yeah, you and Windsor…Rosen has bad intentions here Irish whip into the steps…
5…
Dan lands a short right before looking to send ‘D’ to the unforgiving steel steps. Reversed at the last moment, Rosen hits the steps sending steps sprawling and Rosen to the floor.
JOSEPH GREER: …oh! Reversed and Dan Rosen is slammed into the steps! With Parsons battered from AnarChristmas and not at ringside, Rosen could be in serious trouble here!
6…
‘D’ brings Rosen to his feet, rolling him back into the ring, rather than a potential count out, the Anarchy Champion looks to defend his title inside the ring.
JOSEPH GREER: Back in the ring now, ‘D’ back in control.
A stomp to the back is followed by a leg drop and a quick cover.
One…
TOMMY ONIONS: What kind of weak ass cover was that? He barely got a one!
JOSEPH GREER: ‘D’ is typically an endurance competitor Tommy, every motion, every kick out take away his opponent’s energy, he chips away at an opponent’s stamina and then goes in for the kill.
Dragging Rosen to the ropes amid snapping shots to the head and back body, ‘D’ does something out of character.
JOSEPH GREER: He’s tying Rosen up in the ropes! Dan Rosen is helpless!
Pacing before Rosen, Shawna does her best to talk sense into ‘D’ before attempting to free Rosen herself.
Kneeling beside Shawna, ‘D’ looks at Rosen in an almost pitiful manner.
‘D’: How about now? Now are my ‘tricks’ just smoke and mirrors?
Sensing the coming storm, Shawna frantically pulls at the ropes to no avail.
JOSEPH GREER: This isn’t good Tommy! Rosen is helpless and ‘D’ is fishing under the ring. I think he’s looking to send a mess to not just Parsons, but possibly his final opponent in this portion of the tournament, Nocturnal!
Producing a black steel folding chair and a kendo stick, the crowd cheers, led by Tommy Onions.
TOMMY ONIONS: Fuck yes! A year in and this motherfucker finally gets interesting! I like Rosen but I love violence! Go Venga-D!
Before ‘D’ can renter the ring a brief cheer is drowned in a sea of boos as Jakie Wentzel runs down the aisle, microphone in hand.
Sending a cracking static through the arena, he slams the mic into the back of the enigma’s head, causing him to drop the intended causes of Dan Rosen’s demise as he drops to a knee.
Perhaps thanking her, and Rosen’s, lucky stars, Shawna calls for the bell, waving off the match.
DING! DING!! DING!!!
BOB MOONEY: The referee has called a stop to this match, your winner by disqualification, and still RSW Anarchy champion...D!
But before the referee can get to the outside to congratulate the recovering D, Jakie Wentzel slams a fresh series of punches into his on again, off again friend before grabbing the kendo stick. Jakie measures his shot…
TOMMY ONIONS: Yes! Here we go!
Crack!
A powerful swing of the kendo stick echoes through the arena as the weapon practically splinters across the back of the enigma while Shawna finally frees Rosen.
Dropping the broken weapon, Jakie grabs ‘D’ slamming him hard into the barricade.
JOSEPH GREER: Jakie has attacked ‘D’ yet again! This friendship turned rivalry has gone on for months and each event seems to find Jakie slipping further and further into madness!
TOMMY ONIONS: Shhhhh! He’s not done!
Growling in anger, Jakie hesitates just a moment, then…
JOSEPH GREER: Don’t do it Jakie! Oh! Cowtipper!
Running forward a vicious boot sends ‘D’ over the barricade and into the front row!
TOMMY ONIONS: Yes! He just about launched him into the cheap seats! Wait…he calls that a Cowtipper?
JOSEPH GREER: Yes Tommy, do your homework. But, more importantly, why is Jakie helping Rosen?
TOMMY ONIONS: Parsons has Mary and wants his farm pussy back? Seems pretty simple to me Greer.
JAKIE WENTZEL: I truly am sorry fer what I had tah do tah Herr D, but I am here fer a greater purpose, onst...
Still holding the mic, Wentzel slides into the ring to stand next to a smiling Rosen.
Landing a swift thrust kick under the chin of Rosen, the blindsided rookie is sent over the top rope for a second time, crashing to the floor as the crowd cheers the polarizing and clearly unstable Wentzel as he screams.
JAKIE WENTZEL: ...I come fer that pigfucker, Chris Parsons!
Sliding to the outside, another kick lands on Rosen, who is still trying to make sense of the beating from the Amishman.
JAKIE WENTZEL: (yelling into the mic) COME OUT HERE, NAW, PARSONS!!!
Still no sign is given that “The Nightmare” is interested in interfering in the matter. This noted absence throws Jakie into an even greater fury. Dropping the mic, he begin to pummel the incapacitated Rosen.
JOSEPH GREER: You see, this is what happens when you make threats against a mentally unstable person. Parsons needs to get out here before this gets out of hand. Well, more out of hand.
TOMMY ONIONS: I can’t wait to see what is going to happen next. GO Wentzel...GO!
Jakie Wentzel grabs Rosen and lifts him by the neck to his feet. Firmly held in a headlock, Wentzel reaches into a rear pocket of his jeans and pulls out a knife holding it to the wrestler’s throat.
TOMMY ONIONS: Holy shit! Rosen is a goner...call Big Ass Hank!
JOSEPH GREER: For once I agree with you Onions. Someone needs to put a stop to the event. Where the hell is Parsons?
The crowd is a mix of energy and dread, as a semiconscious Rosen is held at the mercy of a raving Jakie.
JOSEPH GREER: Where the hell is Parsons?!
A crescendo of fevered activity brings the crowd to their feet as the minority owner steps through the curtain still flanked by his makeshift ‘crutches’.
CHRIS PARSONS: Well well well…looks like farmboy gots himself a plan. Not bad dipshit…not bad.
CHRIS PARSONS: Monkey’s in the truck…bring up the live feed.
The view of a silent but clear black and white surveillance camera takes over the RioTron. An unspectacular and RSW rarity has a normal scene occupying the screen, a living room.
A couch, a comfortable chair, some bookcases. The confused crowd seems to match Jakie’s confused look until a woman enters the room and sits down on the couch.
JOSEPH GREER: That’s Mary! One of the few survivors of Armand Von Krauss’ assault on Intercourse Pennsylvania!
TOMMY ONIONS: And Jakie’s Cherry popper!
JOSEPH GREER: Poetic as always Tommy.
TOMMY ONIONS: What can I say, I’m a romantic at heart.
Pulling her legs to her chest, she’s obviously not happy, but also obviously unharmed.
JAKIE WENTZEL: Mary!
CHRIS PARSONS: Yeah dumbass, Mary. Let me show you how this is done dipshit. Here’s what happens next. You’re gonna let go of Danny boy there and watch him walk his ass up here. When Rosen gets to me, I’ll leave this…
Parsons reaches inside his jacket and produces an envelope.
CHRIS PARSONS: …we walk and it’s all yours.
JAKIE WENTZEL: I denot want yer monay Parsons! I want Mary!
CHRIS PARSONS: Yeah yeah yeah, and though I did slip in a twenty for condoms, because I’m a solid guy like that. What’s in here, is actually the address to the house on the screen. Otherwise, bulldoze I the bitch…and the house too. One time offer farmboy, what’s it gonna be?
The crowd is mesmerized by the ‘Mexican standoff’ of sorts. Finally Jakie breaks the tension.
JAKIE WENTZEL: I don’t want yer stinkin’ money, Parsons. Jes giff me Mary!
A cheer breaks through as some fans believe there may just be hope for Jakie yet.
CHRIS PARSONS: That’s up to you farmboy, Rosen for the envelope…otherwise…
Parsons claps his hands and the feed ends, replaced with footage of no less than three bulldozers firing up.
JAKIE WENTZEL: Don’t yah hurt her! I’ll giff yah the heathen. Ant none off yer funny bissniss.
The crowd boos as Jakie can risk Mary’s safety no longer.
CHRIS PARSONS: Funny business? Wentzel, I’m hurt. Yeah jackass, this is the best chance you’re ever gonna get hero…
Removing the knife from Rosen’s jugular, Jakie flips it closed and returns it to the back pocket it came from.
CHRIS PARSONS: …smart move farmboy. And as promised…
Parsons drops the envelope on the stage, standing up straight with the help of his twin ‘crutches’.
Jakie breathes a sigh of relief before the remaining air is crushed from his lungs by a spear from Rosen.
Seeing ‘D’ dragging himself over the barricade, Rosen drives a final boot into the ribs of Wentzel before walking up the ramp to join Parsons.
JOSEPH GREER: And you had to see that coming folks! Parsons gets Rosen out of harm’s way but the protégé of ‘The Nightmare’ couldn’t go without one final cheap shot!
TOMMY ONIONS: See that’s the problem with Jakie. I love the new attitude, but he still don’t know how to be a prick. He should’ve finished it, soaked the first row in Rosen’s blood and been…
JOSEPH GREER:…canceled. We’d be canceled. With the number of RSW related deaths last year, we can afford a live execution Tommy. Wait a second…things might be getting even worse for Jakie! Here comes ‘D’!
Standing over a crumpled Wentzel, ‘D’ shakes his head and rather than gain a measure of revenge, he simply walks away.
TOMMY ONIONS: What a pussy! Wentzel totally punked him and he just walks away?
JOSEPH GREER: Sometimes you don’t need to kick a man when he’s down.
The RSW logo appears as Parsons and Rosen walk back through the curtain. The final shot shows a clearly hurt ‘D’ on the stage looking at the object of Jakie’s obsession, the envelope.
JOSEPH GREER: Don’t do it….
The show fades to black.
Riot Star Wrestling. Copyright 2018.
|
|
