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Post by "The Boss" Dennis Slater on Jul 5, 2020 11:27:41 GMT -5
This is a one-night, three round tournament. Similar to the qualifying rounds, all 8 participants will RP against each other as if it were an 8-person match and then while I am writing the results I will write out the different rounds based off of RPs.
Participants: 1. "A.K." Adrian King (1-0) 2. "The Only" Arthas Lance (1-0) 3. "The Latin Lover" Carlito Rodriguez (1-0) 4. "Blazed Up" Dank Sinatra (1-1) 5. Deathmatch Devin (2-0) 6. "The One Man Dynasty" John Cavanagh (3-0) 7. "The Unbalanced" Lou Natic (3-0) 8. Realm (1-0)
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Post by deathmatchdevin on Jul 7, 2020 19:54:25 GMT -5
Deathmatch Devin is seen clutching his kendo stick over his shoulder while sitting on the apron of the EWF’s ring with the word “EVOLUTION” stretched across the ring skirt.
Deathmatch Devin Another EWF Evolution has come and gone and another chapter in what is quickly becoming the feud to watch in the EWF is written. Johnny, Johnny, Johnny…what a night! We tour apart the buffet…guess a few of the boys were a little hungry by the end of the night, sorry about that guys and then we had to have Slater threaten us both to keep us from interfering in one another’s matches. Its a shame it has to come to this John, its a shame that you and I couldn’t have worked together to foster a positive environment in the EWF locker room, instead we have to beat each other senseless but so is life. John, I’m hoping that come Emperor’s Cup its you and I, John Cavanagh and Deathmatch Devin, in the finals of this tournament. I want to be the man to break your heart and damage your ego. I want to be the one to pin your shoulders to the mat and be standing there in the ring holding the EWF World Championship when you finally come to after a Blood, Sweat & Gore. Not only that Johnny, I think I have a little surprise in store for you at Emperor’s Cup regardless of what happens in the Emperor’s Cup Tournament.
Devin begins to wave his kendo stick back in forth in front of his face.
Deathmatch Devin Luckily for me, I’m a little more level headed right now. Last time this camera crew caught up with me here in the EWF Underground they saw me blasting away at Bruce Cross. I have to give a quick thank you to Bruce, allowing me to beat your ass in an Extreme Combat Rules match at Evolution allowed me to not only qualify for the Emperor’s Cup but also allowed me to get rid of a lot of pent up aggression so now I can focus a little more. Thanks to Dank Sinatra and Lou Natic I’ve been able to screw my head back on tight to focus on this tournament. That may be bad news for you two boys though, I gotta say I’ve got all the respect in the world for you two right now but if we meet in the ring at Emperor’s Cup all bets are off boys. Dank, you’re a laid back kind of guy who just seems to want to have a good time and Lou, you’re not laid back and you seem like you just want to hurt people. It’s like two opposite ends of the spectrum that were looking after my mental health. I’m wishing you two the best of luck up until the moment I meet one of you guys in the ring at Emperor’s Cup.
Devin smiles.
Deathmatch Devin But, guys, it’s not just us four in this tournament. The four of us may be the longest tenured four in this tournament but four other late comers were able to make their way into the tournament. Four guys that we have one match worth of film to scout. The funny part is two of these guys seem like they almost came out of the same cheap American Pie ripoff movie. Carlito Rodriguez who seems like he would hump a hole in the ground and Arthas Lance who is obviously reaching for the stars with his fat chick club. Its so sad that the two of you make your living off disgracing this great sport and objectifying women…I guess the two of you have some severe mommy issues. Then there’s the boy who make mommy and daddy disappointed Adrian King. I’m not quite sure why such a great wrestling family would be worried about their son following in their footsteps, kind of sad if you ask me I’d be honored if my boy or girl came up to me and said they wanted to train and follow in my footsteps. Hell, what do you think happened when my niece told my sister and her husband that? Mommy and daddy weren’t happy because they didn’t want to see their baby girl get hurt but baby girl did her thing and she’s making a name for herself overseas just like her big uncle did. And last but certainly no least, Realm, the man who is prepared to destroy everything in his path to hold the EWF World Championship. The man who I personally feel is the biggest wildcard in this entire tournament just because it doesn’t seem like anything makes you tick other than hurting people. All I know, to my seven co-participants of the Emperor’s Cup…good luck on the 18th, you’re all going to need it.
Devin stares at his kendo stick and smacks himself on the forehead.
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Post by Realm on Jul 8, 2020 23:40:17 GMT -5
The scene opens in a populated downtown area of a city you don't immediately recognize. Everywhere you look there's rioters holding BLM signs, waving flags, shouting, and causing quite the seen. A man runs by with a molotov cocktail and tosses it at a parked police cruiser causing an eruption of flame. Moments later windows are being shattered and shops along the street are being ransacked and looted.
On the street corner, under the glow of a street light we see Realm, leaning up against a brick wall, watching the chaos unfold. He smiles at the anarchy. The craze in peoples eyes. The hysteria. It seems to entertain him. Realm wears black jeans, an old plain black shirt, and a long black jacket. Despite the heat on this particular night, the jacket doesn't seem to bother him.
There's almost a comfort in this chaos. The civilized world falling apart around me. It's been coming for some time though, hasn't it? We need a reset. We fucked up, let's start over. That kind of thing...The truth is though, no reset will work. Human beings are scum at their very core. A parasite that feeds off the earth, taking all of it's natural resources, completely destroying entire species...all for what? our own comfort. We live and everything around us dies. That is a parasite. A mosquito, a tick, a leech...feeding off life blood. We feed off the planet in the same way and make no mistake, it will some day cost us everything.
Now I am human, and I am guilty of the same bullshit. However I also see the truth, and I can limit it as much as "humanly" possible. I can live modestly. I don't need to buy all the name brands and live like a blindfolded ignorant consumer. I don't want to destroy the world, just those in it. That brings me to the EWF. That brings me to the Emperors Cup Tournament. Seven people with nothing to lose and everything to gain...on the surface. However I know that they all have something to lose, truly. Their health, their careers...pride...it's all at stake.
When you face Realm in the ring, you face a living nightmare, not some fantasy character behind a mask like those jack asses "the master" leads around, but a man who's lived in darkness and truly wants to hurt you simply because you're alive. Because you're part of the system, because you are...a parasite. I want to stomp you out of existence. I will. For everything I say shall come to pass. One tournament with everything on the line and one man to win it all and walk away the victor. It can be no other man but Realm.
Smoke from the fire begins to get thick around the area and sirens are heard closing in as people begin to shout louder. Realm turns and walks into a dark alley, barely lit by the glow of the chaos on the street.
More police will be here soon, which means more violence. More entertainment. But for what I need to say next I figure this alley will provide the solace we need. You know I didn't just participate in Evolution, and utterly dominate my match. I also watched the entire show back afterwards. Now more than ever after having had a chance to witness these men, I know without a shadow of a doubt that victory is mine. Let's go down the list of careers soon to end shall we?
Adrian King, the son of the famous Tommy King! definitely not a child prodigy though. A shell of what his father was. One boring match after another. No originality. Nothing that "pops". Hell the crowd was basically dead during his last match. This is a guy that could have been something. As big, maybe bigger than Tommy King! but alas he fell short. Come the tournament, he will fall again. Perhaps for the last time.
And ohhh Arthas Lance, what a character. Him and his delusional greatness. Arthas, Fiona, you both live in fantasy land where you're the coolest cats on the block and everybody wants some. In reality you're sad and pathetic, clinging to each other for fear of failure. Feeding off of each other, again like parasites. You may own a club on the Vegas strip, and after you fail miserably and realize once and for all that you're not God's gift to anything, maybe you'll tuck your tail and run back there and stay, out of my sight and out of my way. You make me sick.
Carlito...The Latin Lover. Another moron running around EWF like some playboy and making a mockery of the business. Listen up little boy. If you want to live in fantasy land, I suggest you pack up with Arthas, if you can walk after all is said and done anyway. This is wrestling, and when Realm is involved, it's brutal and unforgiving. This is no place for love, chasing tail, and all that other nonsense. I will break you, and destroy you. You do not have what it takes to survive in my world. The EWF...is my world. You've been warned little one. I'd stop worrying about tits and ass, and start worrying about Realm.
And what would a proper rant be without mentioning Dank Sinatra. The resident stoner. The addict. Probably hasn't had a sober day in 20 years and why Dennis Slater allows such nonsense to continue is beyond me. You give real wrestlers a bad name, perhaps more than anybody in the EWF. You are weak and pathetic. You live with a crutch. You can't stand life so you stay stoned and numb. I hate you, and I pray for the chance to personally break you. You filth.
Realm takes a huge breath, seemingly taking in the chaos that surrounds him. A woman screams and people are heard running. Realm smiles and continues.
Devin. The hardcore. You put on a tough front. I have to question however, why a truly tough man would need, or want to use weapons to win a match. Like Dank uses drugs, you use weapons to hide behind, while claiming to be hardcore. I'll admit, the fans eat it up. You put asses in seats...which is a shame for EWF, losing somebody such as yourself, because no kendo stick, steel chair, or otherwise is going to save you from me. The world will finally see your shortcomings and realize you're only half a man...and Devin? it's about time you retire. Let me help you with that.
Now we're coming to the last two that'll be in this tournament. Aside from me, maybe the two fans think are most likely to win. How wrong the fans will be...Mr. Dynasty! John Cavanagh. Undefeated so far in EWF. Not bad, but not amazing either considering that's only been three matches. I'd consider that getting lucky so far. Luck runs out though John. When you step into the ring with me you will feel a pain the likes of which you've never experienced before. You will see a darkness fall before you, and you will sink into despair. Not only will you take your first loss in the EWF, you'll also possibly wrestle your last match. You'll go down in EWF history for the wrong reason.
Aaaaand finally Lou Natic. Another three wins and zero losses. They call you "the crazed" and you sure put on a show don't you? but all I really see when I look at you is a sad little boy that never got over his daddy being mean to him, and his mommy loving the bottle more than her sweet little boy. See Lou, I don't think you're actually crazy at all, no you know exactly what you're doing don't you? The whole unbalanced act might scare some people. You might get in their heads and get an advantage because of that. But boy, make no mistake about it. I don't fear you. I pity you. You were weak as a child and you're weak as a man. It's time to stop hiding behind some family trouble and face the darkness head on. You're not crazy, you're a fucking pansy. I'll show you what real pain is Lou...
So let it be written, so let it be done.
Realm walks back out the alley and looks around a moment. Smoke fills the air, the fires are still raging and cops are blocking half the street off in riot gear as bricks and other objects are being thrown at them. Realm breathes in deep again, pops his jacket collar up and begins to walk away from the camera, down the street, into darkness.
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Post by 'The Unbalanced' Lou Natic on Jul 9, 2020 8:59:17 GMT -5
Battered and bruised but there ain't no stopping this Lou Natic The scene opens with Lou Natic laying on a medics table. The medic is checking Lou over after suffering a couple of steel chair shots in his recent match against Classy Christopher Charles. You can see Lou's in a world of pain, with black puffy eyes, holding his ribs but he's trying to brush it off. "So Lou, at first glance, I can see you've definitely got a broken nose as a result of that chair shot you took."Lou gets up and looks in the mirror, he grabs his own nose and pops it back in to place, he keeps the scream in but you can tell it really hurt. "Well there's that sorted, doc."The medic looks at Lou in shock. He walks to his table and grabs an x-ray photo. He points to a bone on the x-ray. "So here we have your x-ray, here's your left side of the ribs. This rib here, and this rib here, they've taken some serious damage as a result of the Class Act you took on top of the chair."Lou looks on as the medic explains to him what's happened and what's going to happen next. "You've actually cracked both ribs. This isn't just a come and go recovery. I understand your got another show coming up in just under two weeks."Lou nods his head. "This recovery takes a minimum of three weeks to heal so you're probably going to have to sit the next show out." "Wow, wow, wow now doc, you need calm your shit down. There's no way in hell that I'll be missing the next show. Do you understand what you're asking me here? The next show is the big one, the Emperor's Cup, the World title on the line, and you want me to remove myself from that? You've got to be kidding me.""If you don't sit this one out you'll risk damaging your ribs more Lou." "If that's the case doc, then that's the case. I really don't give a fuck what happens to my body. I'm out there to take risks each and every show, that's just how it goes. I've come this close and now you want to take that opportunity away from me, fuck no.""Look, I'm not trying to take anything away from you, I'm just advising you Lou. I will have to take these notes to your boss and my advice to your boss.""Will you fuck doc."With that Lou kicks the medic in the midsection and DDT's him to the floor, the medic is out cold. Lou struggles as he gets up, he grabs the notes, the x-ray photos, a load of pain killers from the shelves and walks out of the medical room. Lou gets out the medic centre , jumps in his car and drives away. THOUGHTS That mother fucker Classy. He's done some serious damage to me, FUCK! Broken nose, cracked ribs, that son of a bitch. He tried taking me out so I can't compete, that fucking idiot will pay for this. I need to get rid of these notes, these photos, I can't let Dennis get sniff of this, he'll be all over it like a rash.Lou slows the car and takes a left in to a little forest. He takes a little walk through the grass, the big trees and comes to a stop. He pulls the notes and photos out, he grabs a lighter from his back pocket and sets them on fire. "That should do the trick."Lou watches all the evidence burn away before leaving and heading back to his car. He gets back in the car and heads toward EWF's performance centre. After around 20 minutes of driving, Lou pulls up at the centre. He takes a load of pain killers, gets out of the car and walks towards the door, trying his best to shrug off the pain. As he walks through the centre he sees his buddy Dank. "Hey Lou, what's up man? Congrats dude.""Hey Dank, all good here bud. You too man, that's was a classical match out there man." "Man, your match got a bit brutal towards the end there. Classy pulling out the chair and trying to cheat his way to victory, guys a numbnuts. How are you feeling after that? I was worried for you when he slammed you down on that chair, didn't look good at all." "It's all good, I'm use to the bumps and brusies brother. Apart from the nose and a couple of bruised ribs, all good. Hey Dank, I'll catch up with you in a bit, I got to be somewhere!""Yeah, alright man. Take it easy."
Lou walks off gingerly. He walks past the performance centre ring and takes a left to the locker rooms. When he gets in the locker room he lays across the bench, holding his ribs, taking deep breaths. He lays there for around five minutes before sitting up and calling the cameraman over. "Hey, get over here man."
The camera man comes running over. "Keep this on my face, let's go live with this!"
The cameraman nods his head and zooms in on the face of Lou Natic. He gives Lou the thumb to go ahead. "So, I'm sat here, broken nose, two black eyes, and I'm hearing that the not so classy Chris Charles is being a bitch, he's gone on air to complain about some screwjob? A bigger screwjob than the Montreal screwjob? He's going around saying that the fourth of July will always be remembered for the Jersey City screwjob, well let me change that up for you, Chris. The fourth of July will always be remembered for the that time Classy screwed himself over. You hit me with a low blow, a chair shot to the face busting my nose, you even hit me with a Class Act on the chair but you still couldn't get the job done, Chris. And the whole reason, the main reason you couldn't get the job done was because you took the referee out, haha. This reason, my friend, is the reason why the fourth of July, 2020, will be remembered as the day, Classy Christopher Charles screwed himself out of a World title shot."Lou has a little laugh before moving on. "Before I move on to the Emperor's Cup and the other 7 participants who made it through, I just want to address one thing - Dennis Slater, the boss. Before the match, to my suprise, Dennis came down to do some commentary on my match, I have no problem with that, he got to see how good I actually am up close and personal. My concern is, after the match, Mr. Bossman decided to come in and try and raise my hand after victory? Is this guy actually taking the piss? That's not how things work, no fucking way. Since I joined at EWF, you've not liked me Dennis, now all of a sudden you want to be my friend, you want to start booking me in main event matches, raising my hand after victories, are you fucking serious? Let's get one thing straight here, Slater. I might work for you, you may pay my wages but if you pull some shit like that again then I won't hesitate to put you in the Cokoo Lock and pull back so hard that I'll break your god damn neck. Stay out of my way."Lou takes a breath before starting again. "As expected, I advanced to the next stage of the Emperor's Cup, so did Cavanagh, Dank, Realm, Carlito, Arthas, Devin, and King, congratulations to them. I've seen a couple of my rivals have already started talking, started claiming that the path to victory is an easy one, so now I'll start talking and first I'm gonna talk about Realm."Lou walks to a drinks refrigerator and grabs a bottle of water from the there, he walks back and sit downs. He takes a swig of the water and clears his throat. "Realm, I'll always give my respect to any woman that can beat a dude in the ring, so well done to you."The cameraman stops Lou before he says anything else. "Realm's a dude."Lou's eyes widen up with a shocked look on his face. "What? Really? But she wears make up, eyeliner, she wears a dress to the ring?""Really man, Realms a guy." "Wow. That guy was such a bitch about my family past that I could've sworn he was a girl? No guy that I know is that much of a bitch. Well, I don't know what crawled up Realm's ass and made him such a bitch, I honestly thought she...he was just on his period so I was just gonna let it slip but hey, now I know he's a bloke, I'll take pleasure in kicking his ass. You want to call me a pansy? You hide behind this gimmick because your scared people won't like the person you really are but you call me a pansy? Hey, 'll look forward to seeing you in the ring, hopefully our paths will cross because you talk about being a nightmare but the shit I've seen in my life time will make you nothing but a sweet dream to me."Lou takes another swig of his water bottle. "Devin's alright you know, sort of guy who loves pain, puts his body on the line to get the W but there's no friends in this tournament, Devin knows that, he's already said that. He said all bets are off, and of course they are, as I'm already a clear favourite to win this tournament. But I hope Devin can go far in this tournament ya know though I still feel he'll have one eye on Cavanagh which could really disrupt his run in this competition, all the best Devin. Then we got my other buddy Dank and I've seen people talk some real shit about Dank, how his herb addiction effects the guys ring ability, that's bullshit. That guy got more ability in his little finger than most of these guys on the roster. I said it before and I'll say it again, Dank's got a great future in EWF and Dennis has clearly seen that, that's exactly why he's made Dank number one contender for the Television title already. BUT, but as far as this competition goes this isn't Dank's time to shine, it's mine. If it comes down to me and Dank, Dank knows all friendship goes out the window until the match is over and done with and he knows if I have to I'll go that extra mile to win. I wish you all the best Dank and I'm sure whatever the outcome, the after party will be a good one dude."Lou has another drink and takes a deep breath as the pain killers start to wear off and his ribs start to play him up again. "John Cavanagh, the guy has an obsession with Devin right now, and I don't know why. He has a lovely woman, Shannon Riley on his arm, but he's obsessed and won't stop flirting with my friend Devin. Like myself, Cavanagh managed to stretch his streak to three wins, zero losses but here's where that streak comes to an end. Unless he's facing me then maybe John will advance to the semi's, unless he's facing me then maybe John will advance to the finals but if he does advance as far as that then that's where I'll be writing the end script for the Emperor's Cup pay-per-view and the script doesn't end well for that John, John doesn't become king of the tournament in this script. Talking of kings, Adrian King, the abandoned son of the legendary King family. I watched his match against Jenkins and yeah he struggled in some parts but he got the job done and that's all that matters. Now, I know King is out to prove a point to the family that turned their back on him but he'll have to go and prove his point elsewhere because the Emperor's Cup is not the time nor the place. There will be no happy family reunion happening on my watch."Lou takes another deep breath, he thinks about the last two competitors that make up the tournament and rolls his eyes. "Two guys left right? I got to admit it, I gave these two guys some shit in the superstar interview right but hell I was impressed at Evolution. Both guys made easy work of their opponents , some could say their opponents may as well of not turned up but they did well against the guys that were put in front of them. The smooth talking Latin Lover, Carlito Rodriguez will not be able to smooth talk his way to victory though, I'll slap the smooth out of him and send him back over the border to Mexico."The cameraman cuts Lou off again. "He's from Puerto Rico.""Ah yeah that's what I meant, Costa Rica."
Lou takes another swig off his drink while chuckling to himself. "Arthas Lance, god's gift to women and wrestling right? Well he's gonna want to pray to that God gives him the gift of avoiding me because I'll slap that little bitch stupid and I'll send that mother fucker back to Vegas so he can work full time at his chub club."With that Lou pushes the camera out of the way telling him to get out of the locker room.
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Post by latinlover on Jul 9, 2020 23:10:04 GMT -5
“Oh my! Oh my! I’m going to….honey why couldn’t you ever do this for me?” A female voice screams while the squeaking of a bed goes back and forth. Carlito Rodriguez stands with only a paid of white legs hanging coming up his bare torso towards his face he kisses the woman’s white painted toenails and looks to the camera. “You see, Mr. Cameraman, you are a good husband…you let the lady take what she needs!” Carlito smiles and continues working up a sweat as the moans continue.
“This is how I get the practice for the cardio for the stamina that I need to win this amazing tournament Mr. Cameraman!” Carlito smiles as the woman screams “Amazing!”
“Hay, Mr. Cameraman thank you I have not felt a woman of such an age that feel like she never be touched, I hope you are learning the lessons needed to make her do this for you and quiver in such a fashion.” Carlito tickles the feet near his face as the woman’s voice moans and states “he’s never made me quiver in 11 years of marriage….oh!!!!!!”
Carlito shakes his head at the camera. “Mr. Cameraman, take good notes just like I hope my opponents for the Emperor’s Cup Tournament take the good notes. If they watched how I took care of that Charles Prince character they would know exactly how they will fail no matter what they try when it comes time for us to get in the ring during Emperor’s Cup.” Carlito stops the gyrating and pushes the legs down as the woman’s panting begins to slow. “I only know that the greatest competitor that this Emperor’s Cup tournament has to offer is right here in front of you all, the man that they know as the Latin Lover! It is very nice to see the other seven who made the cut as it goes. I see that the gringo version of me The Only Fat Chick Lover was able to qualify. It must be because we share similar workout regimens, maybe? Or is it that the size of the Fiona hurt Luke Marshall so much that it make you win the match?”
The cameraman points the camera towards his naked wife, back to Carlito and back to his wife. “Give me few minutes Mr. and Mrs. Cameraman! I know it is impressive but it does need at least a few minutes to recharge after the battery has been spent!” Carlito laughs and proceeds. “I also see the crazy guy that say he is some type of Hardcore Legend make the cut after he put a poor little man through a table! I tell you now Mr. Devin, you will not convince Carlito so easily of giving you a stipulation that makes so happy! And how dare you bring up mi Madre! It is a known fact that all Latino boys love their mother, as a matter of fact when my mother first meet Juanita…she tell me Carlito, she remind me so much of me as a young lady, this is how much the Latinos love their mother! I just hope my mother did not let my father share her with all of the other women…my father, although handsome like me, he did not have access to top shelf like Carlito and Juanita! The other crazy man that make it this far, the Lou Natic, the unbalanced man, the man that I honestly think just like to hurt himself and the other people. I feel ashamed to share a locker room with someone like this! The Cokoo Man! This man call me Mexican?! He say take me back over the boarder?! Hombre, I think you have me confused with Los Despiadados…and then you say Costa Rica? I can see your red MAGA hat from here hijo de puta! Just so you know us Boricuas are a proud people and happen to be citizens of this damn country! We are not the worst type of Mexicans you Donald Trump supporting pendejo!” Carlito’s face begins to grow red with anger when Mrs. Cameraman’s voice is heard “Oh, he won’t want more if you’re thinking like that! Honey, watch what I do for him…I know you always ask me but his aren’t all hairy!”
Carlitos eyes pop. “Yes, yes Mrs. Cameraman! You, Mr. Cameraman, you don’t know what you miss out without the wax when it comes to the boca! I must continue Mrs. Cameraman, work this magic make Mr. Cameraman jealous. The man they call Realm, this man like to hide by the riots and watch all sorts of mayhem happen. I am having a hard time understanding such actions! I think this man is living in a very dangerous path, he has no time for the female body…it is a sight to behold my friend. Maybe if I send you pretty escort you maybe feel better about your small pee pee that make you so angry? Maybe I send you Mrs. Cameraman, I don’t think Mr. Cameraman will care I pretty much own her now and by owning her, he owes me his eternal gratitude. We continue on and we see the Dank Sinatra make the next round. Mr. Dank, I think you pull of some pretty moves in the ring against Anarquia…the actual Mexican Lou Natic…I will admit it was fun to watch that take place, but I need to tell you these butterfly type moves will hurt you against a man like me. A man who is ready for any type of challenge, isn’t that right Mrs. Cameraman” Mrs. Cameraman responds but her voice is too mumbled to make out the words. “Of course, we also have the John Cavanagh. The man who seem like he is hell bent on destroying our other opponent Deathmatch Devin. Mr. John I tell you now, when we face your woman…she will fill so deeply in love with me, that there will be a puddle surrounding her long sexy legs at ringside. If it make you feel better, since you focus so much on the pain business, maybe I will focus on the “take care of Shannon Riley’s lady needs business”? Let me not forget about the child of the business, Adrian King. The man who thinks he is out to prove his family wrong, well let me tell you Mr. King if your family did not support your dreams, they must have a pretty damn good reason for it. They must know that you don’t have what it takes to make it, kind of like Mr. Cameraman over here no have what it takes to make it for Mrs. Cameraman! Speaking of taking care of Mrs. Cameraman, baby I am definitely ready and I didn't know you could fit all of him in that pretty mouth! Mr. Cameraman, she is so talented for someone who is married to a man with such a tiny pee pee...how you do this?" A mumbled voice from off camera says a barely audible "Lots of money at adult toy stores." The scene fades as Carlito nods his head in approval.
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Post by Adrian King on Jul 10, 2020 15:13:27 GMT -5
"What If?"
The scene opens up on a wooden stool in front a large black backdrop. The shots lighting is bright, and contrasts with the deep black background. Adrian King walks into the shot, he is clean shaven, in a dark blue suit, with a white button up on underneath. He places a water bottle on the stool, and adjusts his cuff links.
Man off screen: "You ready?"
Adrian takes a sip of water, and looks just above the camera.
Adrian King: "Yeah, just give me a second."
The shot hard cuts to a fade in shot of Adrian King sitting down on the stool, staring directly into the camera with a serious look on his face.
Adrian King: "And then there were a lucky 7. I'm sorry, no...."
Adrian smiles, almost laughs and then moves his hands in a gesture as if he doesn't know what to say next. He breathes heavily, and resettles himself.
Adrian King: "You know, July 4th was a bit eye opening to me. I will give Deshaun Jenkins credit, I walked into Evolution expecting a cake walk, but instead I came face to face with a true athlete. I'm not the type of man who is too proud to admit it when I'm wrong. It is easy to make assumptions from the outside, but Deshaun Jenkins showed me the caliber of talent here in EWF, he showed me where I stand among the pack. I know now that winning The Emperor's Cup isn't going to be easy. It is going to be a brutal, knock down, drag out fight. But fighting is what I do for a living.
Adrian sits up for a second adjusting himself on the stool. The lighting behind the camera is bright enough to cause a rings of light to shine in his pupils.
Adrian King: "I've been looking at the field as it stands and I can't help but feel like we've been here before. We've seen this story before and we know how it ends."
Adrian lifts up his open right hand.
Adrian King: "On one hand, you've got men who have a wealth of history and accomplishments in this industry. Who when their music hits the fans rise to their feet in a show of respect."
Black and white clips of John Cavanagh doing his finisher The Hell's Kitchen and Deathmatch Devin hitting Blood, Sweat and Gore flash across the screen.
Adrian King: "A rebel, who operates a crusade built on pure violence."
Black and white footage of Lou Natic hitting Disturbia plays.
Adrian King: "A man who derives power out of chaos."
Footage of Realm hitting The Fatal Fall plays.
Adrian King: "A man who routinely pushes his body past what many consider are the standard physical limitations of human anatomy."
A clip of Dank Sinatra landing the Sativa Splash to the roar of a crowd plays.
Adrian King: "And two men who are fueled by lust."
Clips of Arthas Lance kissing Fiona and Carlito Rodriguez embracing Juanita play. The camera cuts back to Adrian King still sitting with his right palm open.
Adrian King: "In this hand you have men, who at their very base have had their desires for respect, violence, power, adrenaline, dopamine, and lust consistently fed. Men who have never been left wanting for the very thing that drives them. Men who have been given everything they've ever wanted. And then in the other hand."
Adrian lifts his open left hand into the shot.
Adrian King: "You have a young, confident-"
Adrian rolls his eyes and sighs.
Adrian King: "Albeit arrogant wrestler. Who has been left hungry for his desires, a man who at every turn has been denied. Who has been left wanting for the bulk of his life. This tournament is a battle THE HAVES."
Adrian lifts his right hand.
Adrian King: "And THE HAVE NOTS."
Adrian lifts his left hand up to equal level with his right, and the clasps them together and lowers them to his waist.
Adrian King: "Like I said, it's a story we've seen before. Not just in the sport of wrestling, but in our every day lives. From wrestling rings to the streets of every city and town in America, those who have consistently steam roll and keep down those of us who have not. We've seen it so often throughout our lives, throughout our history. We know how it ends. It ends with those who have getting their arms raised in victory, while the have nots just continue their eternal existence of being left wanting. It's something we know so well at the very core of our beings, that the results might as well be so certain it is etched in stone. So I guess, the question is, why bother? Why even bother trying if the end is so certain?"
Adrian pauses for a second and looks away, dwelling on his own question before returning his gaze to the camera.
Adrian King: "To that, I guess I'd have to ask a question in return. What if it's not? What if it's not so certain? What if the unproven cocky wrestler stands firm? What if the living legends, the powerful, the physically gifted throw everything they have at this arrogant son of a bitch, and he just wont stay down. What if the have not is driven by a hunger that the haves could never possess, and could never understand? And that hunger fuels persistence, driving that person to scrape and claw their way through the competition if they have to. Because I have to!"
Adrian's calm demeanor breaks into passionate one.
Adrian King: "Gentlemen, on July 18th, if you want any hope of stopping me, you're gonna need to bring everything you have, because I promise you, no matter what you hit me with, I am going to keep getting up, because I have to. Not just for me, but for everyone who has been told they can't do it. For everyone who has dreamed of raising above their lot in life only to be repeatedly kept down by those who don't want to share the spotlight. I am going to keep getting up because that is how badly I need this. I'm going to keep getting up, and if you want me to keep me down you might have to kill me!"
Adrian brings a clenched fist up to his mouth and sighs deeply.
Adrian King: "But even then, I make no promises."
Adrian gets up and walks and silently walks out of the shot leaving the set empty.
Man off screen: "Wait are- are we done?"
Some shuffling is heard, a door slamming and the camera suddenly cuts to black.
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Post by John Cavanagh on Jul 10, 2020 18:02:22 GMT -5
The ringing of a phone can be heard as the scene begins inside of an Irish Pub on the West Side Manhattan neighborhood of Hell’s Kitchen. Surrounding the bar can be seen different pictures of neighborhood “celebrities” from throughout the years, maps of Ireland, advertisements for Irish whiskeys and beers and a few Irish flags randomly strewn throughout the area. The phone continues to ring as no one is visible.
Chris, can you get the fucking phone?
John Cavanagh’s voice echoes throughout the bar as stumbling footsteps can be heard from off camera, a pair of legs walk across the camera and as the man gets further away his black silk shirt and silver dress slacks can be seen the man has blonde hair like John and is obviously “Chris” who happens to be John’s younger brother Chris “Trigger” Cavanagh. Chris gets to the phone on the sixth ring and picks it up.
Yeah, Blarney Stone.
Chris wipes the cold from his eye insinuating that he had been sleeping as he listens to the voice on the other end of the telephone. Chris’ face turns to confusion as John Cavanagh enters the seen to Chris’ right. Chris is silent as the voice on the other side becomes silent to, as Chris doesn’t respond the voice on the other side begins to shout but Chris hangs up the phone.
Well…you ready to speak or did you turn into a mute all of a sudden?
Chris stares off down at the bar not responding to John. John gets visibly annoyed and gives Chris a little smack to the side of the face to wake him up.
Hi, I’m John…I’m your older brother and I’m the one who makes sure you get to eat, want to tell me what the fuck is going on?
Chris snaps back into reality and nods his head. Chris takes a second to collect his thoughts before continuing.
It’s…it’s Adam…
Adam? Adam Pendergast?
Yeah.
Good maybe now his wife can stop breaking balls asking where he’s been the last few days. How’s he doing? He know that Spanish made his collections this week so he’s gonna lose part of his cut right?
I don’t think he gives a shit about that…
What you mean? That son of a bitch has money from when we all robbed Mikey Avalino back in grade school.
I hope so for his wife and kids’ sake…they found his body.
John’s face turns from casual and joking to serious as wrinkles begin to form on his forehead.
His body?
Yeah, um, they found him in a shallow grave about 20 minutes north of Newburgh.
Fuck. Tiff just had their third kid…what, a month ago?
Yeah, maybe a little longer I don’t know time blends into each other nowadays.
Alright, I’ll swing by their place to see Tiff and the kids later with Shannon. Bring a little something to help her out for now.
Yeah, yeah, that’s a good idea. I got some shit I gotta take care of with Curly later on so I’ll swing by and check in on her tomorrow.
The two brothers seem solemn. Adam Pendergast was a friend, they all grew up together in this neighborhood. The City had seen gentrification begin in Hell’s Kitchen in earnest in the 1980s and now the neighborhood that was once working class immigrants from mostly Ireland with a healthy sprinkling of German, Greek and Italian had slowly transformed into a neighborhood of low class white families, still mostly Irish, and low class Puerto Rican families with a sprinkling of other Caucasian and Latino denominations throughout and then once gentrification hit the yuppies started to move in. These men were the last of a dying breed, it was quite possible that men like these were now a relic to an era that would die when the last one of them exhaled their last breath. Now, there was one less of them remaining in what was already, at best, depleted ranks. Chris lights up a Kool cigarette, a habit John happily kicked years ago.
Maybe you should quit those before you join Adam, fucko.
John Cavanagh looks away and walks off as his younger brother shakes his head clearly annoyed with his older brother. Chris takes another drag of the cigarette as the scene cuts.
The scene re-opens to John Cavanagh seated with his arms crossed in a room that seems to be a home office. A computer monitor sits directly behind John playing some footage of some match in his career from Lord knows when. Surrounding him, all over the wall hang multiple different championship belts. Some of these belts are gold, some silver, some have black straps, one blue, a red, even a green strap. The majority of the championship belts are from different wrestling promotions that John Cavanagh has stepped foot in, a few championships in clusters are from the same promotions. Most of these championships that decorate this world all share the same word “World Championship”. The combination of letters in front of that title meant little to nothing to Cavanagh, he wasn’t the type to parade around as the “champion” of some long forgotten promotion or a promotion he left after dominating. Cavanagh crosses his chest with his arms and begins to speak to the camera.
I’m a baseball guy…can’t wait for “opening day” to hit us, nice to see Spring Training 2.0 kicking off too. Why does it matter? Usually in baseball, and in certain other areas of life, the golden rule is three strikes and you’re out. Well, the last three Evolution shows John Cavanagh went on ahead and gave the competition of the EWF three strikes and the EWF’s competition didn’t quite hack it. Clay Holliday, Anarquia and The Master…they gave it their best but their best wasn’t anywhere near enough to topple John Cavanagh. Now, obviously those three aren’t the entire roster, and they may not be indicative of everyone’s talent level but I gotta say—I get why the cry baby Lou Natic keeps whining about the competition around this place. At least the last one had a purpose…that’s right, Clay Holliday and Anarquia were tune ups for the real game. That’s right actually, it’s kind of like those first two matchups were Spring Training 2.0. That means The Master must have been one hell of a short regular season because that allowed John Cavanagh to qualify for the Emperor’s Cup…or the postseason. Three rounds stand between John Cavanagh and the entire purpose behind my signing. You people didn’t really think I was signed for any other reason did you? It’s kind of obvious, especially looking at the rest of the playing field. Nobody else has a snowball’s chance in hell of taking the whole shabang home other than John Cavanagh!
Well then, I guess it’s time for the old dog to teach the young’ns some new tricks. I guess it’s time for “The One Man Dynasty” to, plop, place another shiny jewel in his crown. In our world, the top of the mountain…the creme de la creme…is being called the World Champion. It’s not a feat that many wrestlers get to accomplish throughout their career. It’s not a small feat regardless of how many times you did it, how many different places or even how long you were able to hold onto the top prize. For a lot of wrestlers the metaphorical crown that is the World Championship is just a little too much for them to bear. See being the World Champion, while it has all of the perks you all dreamed about as little boys, its also quite the cross to bear. Press conference for the upcoming pay-per-view? Champ, we need you there! Toughest competitors in the world? Yeah, those sons of bitches are lining up a mile long to come at you. Ratings ain’t doing well? Yo champ, what the fuck are you doing? You like flying? You damn well better because you’re a WORLD CHAMPION! Whether you’re loved, feared or respected by your peers and the fans…it’s all on you! Good times, you’re the man…everyone wants to at least be friendly in the locker room, including fat cats like Dennis Slater lining their pockets with on our blood. Bad times, let’s just say being in the dog house is preferable…cold stares from everyone, that same fat cat who was hugging you and thanking you for your merchandise alone paying his kid’s private school tuition is now bitching up and down about how you need to pull something out of your hat to get the fans to tune in or to buy tickets or more merchandise. Yeah, the bigger paychecks come with it—yeah you can hang your hat just about anywhere you want and the men want to be you and the women want to be underneath you—but that ain’t even a quarter of what it takes to be the World Champion.
Cavanagh’s emotions have boiled over until his face is red with anger and emotion. The camera begins to read some of the promotion names that can be seen across the wall—Stunning Wrestling Federation, Classical Championship Wrestling, Extreme Wrestling Association, Fearless Championship Wrestling, 50 States Pro Wrestling, Madness Mayhem Wrestling and Chaotic Pro Wrestling.
Then again, what more could I expect from seven men who couldn’t begin to fathom the accolades I have already accomplished in this sport. Seven different men, of which I’m going to have to go ahead and defeat three…add in myself, that means I am personally responsible for the fate of four of the wrestlers in the Emperor’s Cup. I’ll be the guy who sends one of these knuckleheads packing in the Quarter Finals, then I’ll toss another one home to the little old lady in the Semi-Finals and then I’ll break the third one’s heart in the Finals. It doesn’t matter which three of you seven it is—it really doesn’t matter to me who I have to beat and which round I meet them in. All that matters to me is that I am the man hoisting that championship up at the end of the broadcast! Devin, you’re right you and I had one hell of a night at the last Evolution. We destroyed everyone’s dinner, we got separated by Principal Slater and then it was all good. You didn’t interfere in my match, and I didn’t interfere in yours. It’s a shocker, we both just so happened to advance to the Quarter Finals. I guess that’s what experience gets us both, the ability to beat pions like The Master and Bruce Cross with little to no effort. Now Devin, you may be sitting there hoping and praying that its you and I at the Emperor’s Cup because of your own stupid, foolish pride but I’m going to have to be a bit cliche here and warn you to be careful what you wish for…because if at some point next Saturday we lock horns it ain’t gonna be you damaging my ego but I will shatter your dreams of getting that one that always got away from you.
And it doesn’t seem as if Devin is the only one of my tournament counterparts to have dreams of grandeur regarding Emperor’s Cup. Let’s kick the other six mutts off with the guy who looks like a clone of the Columbine shooters, hell he probably loved when that shit happened…the man they call Realm. Realm showed that he can at least backup some of that nonsense he spews from his mouth when he made relatively easy work of a man that was much bigger than him in Clay Holliday. That doesn’t impress me buddy, know why? At the first Evolution I hoisted that mule up for a Hell’s Kitchen Drop like it was nothing and make quick work of the wanna be cowboy just like you did. And, if I can be completely honest which I’m going to be, your whole bullshit persona doesn’t really impress me either. You want to stand around in the shadows and preach about how civil unrest and this pandemic are a good thing and enjoyable to watch unfold…what kind of dumb shit is that? You must be helping write the political speeches that some of the people in this country are giving lately because just like the politics around here, your feelings of joy are all bullshit to feed the masses. No one is sitting here shaking in their boots to square off against you, I mean…no one important—and the only important person in this entire god damned promotion, for now at least, is me.
Cavanagh laughs and runs his left hand through his curly blonde hair. He has a sick grin come over his face as he continues.
And then of course there is the other 3-0 wonder, Lou Natic. Lou it seems like you’ve been getting quite buddy-buddy with Dank Sinatra and Deathmatch Devin. Doesn’t bother me one bit that you guys are all making good friends—three of the eight all on the same page really doesn’t mean much in a tournament environment. If anything it may come back to bite one of you three in the ass if push comes to shove and you’re in the ring together—everyone can talk tough until they’re actually facing their buddy and having to do physical harm to him. But, even with all of that, even with all of your inside knowledge of your friend Devin you have the false idea that John Cavanagh is the one obsessed with Deathmatch Devin. All I did was attempt to put your friend in his place—there’s only one legend this company has to offer—Devin has been the one with an Irish fetish ever since. You really are a lunatic Lou, you have the fantasy concocted in your head where you either eliminate me in the quarter finals or semi-finals and if not you’ll be beating me in the finals. You have one aspect of your train of thought correct and that is that John fucking Cavanagh will be in the finals of the Emperor’s Cup tournament. It doesn’t matter if its against you, one of your friends or any of the other four in this tournament in the end you will all fall as so many others have in the past. Shit son, I hope I get some combination of you, Devin and Dank…doesn’t matter what order…just want to let the three of you witness the horror of seeing yourself and your two closest buddies in the company fail at the same goal all at the hands of someone the three of you seem to be growing to love oh so much.
Let’s keep going to the man with the greatest dreams of all. The man who dreams of not only holding the EWF World Championship but also thinks he’s going to go to bed with his little smut Juanita and my fiancé Shannon. You must have raided Dank Sinatra’s stash kid because the shit you’re smoking is a hell of a lot stronger than the shit I’ve been smoking. Maybe I have to go back on wanting it to be a combination of Devin, Dank and Lou. I mean, let’s face it…Dank ain’t done shit to insult me as much as you have. Dank checked out Shannon’s ass gave it a thumbs up, I’ll smack him for an act that simple and stupid when I see him roll up with smoke like the god damned Mystery Mobile. Carlito, one way or another I’m going to get my hands on you…if it’s not at Emperor’s Cup it will be at another day and time but when I do I will pulverize your face so bad that Juanita won’t recognize it. I will do you another solid and maybe focus on attacking you at the other body part that means something to you.
The camera points to a poster of John Cavanagh in his old FCW days and his first run in CPW that reads “King of Kings” John Cavanagh.
I’ve gone by quite a few nicknames during my years in this business. One Man Dynasty, Irish Bastard, Three Part, but then there was a year or so of my career where I was dubbed the King of Kings. The only holdover to the time being the entrance music, it just fits so well. Why do I bring this up? Adrian King of course! The man spewed some rabble about the HAVE’s vs. the HAVE NOT’s like this was the French Revolution and he’s the Third Estate. Kid, didn’t you grow up around this industry? The HAVE NOT? That’s rich, you had a family that could have helped and supported you and for one reason or another they turned their back on you. You made them think you couldn’t hack it or they just didn’t believe in you it makes no difference really because the simple fact of the matter is that Adrian King does not have what it takes to hit a Kingmaker on good ol’ Johnnie Cav and keep these shoulders down for the count of three. It’s kind of like Lou Natic said, I’m going to be in the finals…so Adrian, that means you’ve got a 3 in 7 chance of taking an L at the hands of John Cavanagh. You can talk about your underdog, cinderella story all you want do your best to channel your inner Jimmy Braddock and call yourself Cinderella Man but just remember Cinderella, even if you miraculously win this whole thing, all of that magic dust wears off once the clock strikes midnight so I’m sure you wouldn’t be able to hold on to that belt for very long.
Of course how can I forget about the company’s man in the Television Championship match at the next Evolution. Dank, I’ve pretty much touched on you throughout my little dialogue with the camera here. We all know you’re a laid back dude with a shit ton of athletic ability. We all know that you like to get high as a kite and use the Magic Dragon as if its Popeye’s spinach itself. We all know that you’re buddy-buddy with Lou Natic and Deathmatch Devin. At the risk of sounding repetitive I’ll try to send this message across in a way you may better understand it “bro, I think you’re like totally not ready for Cavanagh”. Get it? Got it? Good! Keep a close eye on that ten man gauntlet so you can scout the guy who will be your opponent at Evolution. Keep your focus on that Television Championship match because I’m pretty damn sure that retaining that belt five times is the only way you’re even going to smell an EWF World Championship match.
And last and more than probably least, Arthas Lance. The man from Forks, Washington that is calling Sin City his new home while he pounds out fat slobs like his manager Fiona. Arthas seems like he’s a poor man’s version of Carlito Rodriguez. At least Carlito walks around with something a little easy on the eyes, the thing you’re walking around with looks like it ate all five competitor’s in the EWF Women’s Championship match. Speaking of which, why ain’t Fiona in that? Get outta breath too fast? Arthas you got lucky to get in to this tournament, you beat a guy who hasn’t done jack shit in this company and seems to have been released shortly after he came up short against you. Yeah, you dominated that match…I would hope so the guy was garbage…but you still needed a little extra assistance from your Shamu. I guess I should say this to you now, if I see you in the quarter finals I’ll send you home…if not whoever sees you in the quarter finals will probably send you home so that will rob me of that pleasure but at least I don’t have to worry about Fiona shoving her cellulite laden ass in my face.
Cavanagh cracks his fingers and looks to the camera once more.
So, guys, I guess what I’m trying to say is…just to give you the gist and wrap things up nice and neat like…every dream you have of being the World Champion is about to crash and burn before your pathetic little faces as the tournament goes on. I’ll put two of you out of your misery to get myself into the finals and then I’ll take the ultimate pleasure in watching the joy of another human being slowly disappear as they realize every effort they have is futile and that John Cavanagh will be the first EWF World Champion!
Cavanagh stares into the camera as the scene cuts.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2020 19:23:01 GMT -5
The Pushin'Cushin club is poppin' tonight. Everywhere you look there's stools and tables being used. Max occupancy. The barkeep looks tired, but still smiles as she rushes from one end of the bar to the other, a big girl herself, you imagine it must be hard work but she obviously loves what she does, and she gets a shit load of tips. I mean who doesn't love a big sweaty girl with a huge bust in your face?
The lights are dimmed, and it's a very sexy scene. Big girls everywhere, some barely clothes, some completely nude. If you love big women, there's no better place to be in the world! Again, back in the VIP booth we see Arthas Lance sitting with Fiona. He's counting money and sipping on a beer. Fiona sits between him and another bigger woman, who has her hands rubbing all over Fiona's massive thighs.
The view goes in close and Arthas looks up with a welcoming smile.
Welcome once agaaaaaaain to the hottest club in the WORLD! and DAMN it's an awesome night I MUST SAY! The music is good, the drinks are cold and the women are on FIRE! of course counting all my money never hurts either!
Now I know, I know, the EWF world hasn't heard from me since Evolution when I completely dominated my match and sent that man packin. What was his name? ah it doesn't matter. He was trash. Of course it wouldn't have mattered who it was that I was facing, as the results...well...they woulda been the SAME BABAH! I'm GREAT!
Arthas takes another big drink of his beer as Fiona reaches over for a drink as well. She suggestively winks at Arthas and begins making out with the other girl next to her. It's either one of the hottest things you've ever witnessed, or one of the worst. Either way, it's happening.
Arthas calls a waitress over to the table. She walks over in haste.
Yes darlin! whatcha need? She asks.
Hey there BABAH. I need..I mean WE need shots. Lots of shots! normally I don't drink heavy but hey, I got a lot to say and afterwards even more partying to do. WHY THE HELL NOT? life is good right about now, and come the 18th it's gonna be better!
The waitress nods and walks away to fulfill the order.
The service here is amazing, but I guess it would be wouldn't? seeing as how me and Fiona OWN the place! BAM! haha. Now while the drinks are on the way I want everybody to know I haven't been clueless to the shit I've been hearing from some of the other boys in the tournament coming up. Some real bullshit has been stewing. I'm going to address this crap right now cause ain't NOBODY better than Arthas Lance and that's a fact JACK!
Arthas finishes the rest of his beer and looks around for the waitress, wondering where the hell the shots are.
I can't get into this without my damn drinks! Fii, go see what the hell gives? DAMN!
Fiona shrugs and breaks away from the woman she's been making out with almost the entire time. She gets up and is about to walk behind the bar when the waitress finally begins her approach with the first tray of shots.
Damn sugar you took long enough! Arthas was gettin' antsy over here and I'm TRYIN'ta get my mack on! come on now we pay you to be sexy, but be fast too! damn sugs!
The waitress gets a little nervous at Fiona's words but sits the tray down and smiles before leaving. Fiona sighs and sits back down to continue her make-out session. Arthas immediately grabs a shot and shoots it back. Not being a heavy drinker, he makes a grimace but begins to speak.
Wow, holy shit that's gross. But WHOOO let's go BABAH it's time to lay it down! We're gonna start with Realm. Realm is just a weird ass guy, seriously. Dark and brooding, kind of depressing really, but seems to be able to get it done in the ring. Can't say shit about his talent after evolution, but honestly man why you so attracted to chaos and, oddly enough...alleyways? man, there's nothing sexy about an alley. You gotta get away from that shit and come hang out here, or hell, basically anywhere else. It's weird, that's all I'm saying.
Now if that's really your thing, hey whatever man I'm gonna tell ya right now BABAH you better stay out my way in the ring cause as good as you are, nobody is better than Arthas Lance! I got it all babah! the talent, the body, and the babes! and after the tournament I'll have the GOLD babah! so Realm, you weird son of a bitch, you're on notice. Oh and as a public service announcement, I feel I have to say that the goth movement died in 2000 man.
Arthas takes another shot and slams the glass down on the table. Takes a breath and begins to speak again.
Adrian King. Man I honestly don't know a damn thing about you. You're THAT unremarkable. Now it's only been a short time ago that I heard you run your mouth and I gotta be honest, I don't know what the hell you were even talking about. We saw some hot ass clips of me and Fiona, and....yeah I dunno man. You make no sense. You're an enigma, but like...in a stupid ass way! I know one thing, if I'm scared of anybody in this tournament it's definitely not you.
I mean DO you even know what you're saying? And why are you even in this tournament, did you have a match? you beat somebody? see I just don't know. I don't think anybody knows! You could fall off the earth tomorrow and nobody would notice. Nobody would say HOLY SHIT where's Adrian King?! man. That's sad and not HOT at all.
Arthas takes another shot as Fiona looks on kind of worried. Arthas is definitely feeling it by now as well and it's obvious to everybody listening.
Now now now BABAH whooo we come to Carlito! CARLITO BABAH are you gonna come to the club or what HOMBRE? heeeeeeey homes you like my woman ESE? hahaha oh man, you're just too easy Mr. Latin Lover! you and that toothpick of a girl you got. She better be a good cook or something cause I know damn well that skeleton isn't good in bed. But what about you Carlito! What are you going to do in the tournament HOMBRE? you REALLY think you have a chance to win against ARTHAS LANCE BABAH!? hell!
Carlito the difference between you and I is that I am actually a MAN. Not a boy. A man that can wrestle! a man that is destined to be GREAT in everything he does. You...what are you destined for, but to play second fiddle forever? to always come up short? It's frustrating I know, and to your credit you keep on chuggin with that positive CAN DO attitude haha. Good for you Carlito. In 8 days though my AMIGOOOOO, I'm gonna break ya apart and maybe Fii here will make a plaything of that little skinny bimbo of yours. We'll see huh?
Fiona laughs at that last comment, but nervously tries to take the remaining few shots away. Arthas stops her gently and continues.
BABH Fii I ain't done. I'm FINE. I'm GOOD. I'm GREAT BABAH! now ONNNNNTO the next!
Dank Sinatra! I mean what can I say that the emo goth dude Realm hasn't said already? he's actually addressed you perfectly to his credit. I can't respect somebody that does drugs and promotes them like you do. It looks horrible. It smells BAD. It makes you damn stupid, and trust me, you're a damn fool...I mean there's literally nothing good about it. I don't even want to hear all that bullshit about it's medical uses either. That's all nonsense to try and justify your damn drug habit. Remember, people used to use cocaine as medicine also, just sayin.
You might have been a great star, long ago..had you stayed clean. Now your brain is too far gone so any natural in ring ability you have is on a timer. TICK TOCK! I dunno how you get through a match without hacking your lungs up. Ridiculous! Mark my words BABAH! you will never wear championship gold as long as I'm in the EWF! WHOOOO! hey SOMEBODY FIND ME A D.A.R.E. pamphlet!
By this time Arthas eyes are getting glossy and he's clearly drunk, barely acting like himself. He braces the title for support, takes another of the three remaining shots, and begins to speak.
Nowfth then...shhhhIiiiiIiI gotta talk aboud Deafhmatch Devin. The haaaaardcore badassh of the EWF.
Arthas shakes his head to try and snap out it. He drinks some water and continues.
Damn I'm drunk *Hic* But aaaaaaaaanyways Devinsssss my man it seems your claimfph to fame is the deathmatch. THE HARDCORE. Tables ladders and chairs oh MY *Hic* But that's not the world we play in now is it Devin BABAH? you gotta be a real wrestler to win this tournament. REAL SKILL BABAH and yoush don't have any REAL skill! What do you DHOO when you can't use a chair or barbed wire or some other ridiculous bullshit? YOU LOSE. Hahaha You LOSE. That's what's going to happen in 8 days. Hell though, even if it was a deathmatch you'd lose because ARTHASH LANCH is in the tournament BABAH! *Hic*
Arthas rests his head on the table and Fiona rubs his shoulders.
Okay sugar it's time to go, you're done for the night now and MY plans are ruined because of it. Wonderful. Ya know I'll go ahead and finish this for you. The EWF world wants to know what Arthas plans to do at the Emperor's Cup. Well sugs, Arthas plans on winning. Arthas is GOING to win. Arthas Lance and Fiona always win!
Now Arthas almost got through the list, but he missed a couple names didn't he? Lou Natic and John Cava...something or other. These two jack asses each think they're the very best in the EWF, and to that end...they WERE. They were before guys like Realm showed up, and especially Arthas! Now EWF is a different landscape boys. You still think you can hold onto those winning streaks by way of your big mouths? uh UH sugars!
Lou you's a crazy son of a bitch ain't ya sugs? You'd actually be fun to play with. Maybe after Arthas is done wipin' the floor with ya, you can come on over to big Fiona and let me make it all better. You can even call me mommy, and sugar...I wont even drink for ya. I'll be sweet momma and I'll make ya feel good. Whata ya say baby?
And Johnny boy I heard whatcha said about me. A fat slob right? ohhhh sugar you shouldn't have said that because now it's personal. Remember little man, I'll be at ring side. What Arthas leaves of you, I'll be there to pick up the pieces and it wont be pleasant for you. See we like to have fun, but when you make it personal with me, you cross a line. A line that makes me very angry, and when I get angry Arthas' get's angry, and when we're both angry? well the party stops and people get hurt sugar, very hurt.
John YOU are going down one way or another. Most likely on the 18th to my man Arthas Lance! but mark my words..I don't care where it is or how, but I will get my hands on you as well, when you least expect it, and you wont have to worry about another man beating you. Fiona, the Rainbow, will beat you. Will humiliate you, and make you question everything you thought you knew. You wont be a man anymore John. You'll be a whimpering little boy. How fitting will it be then sugar? to lose the tournament. To watch Arthas wear that belt with pride, and then to get punked by Fiona? awww sugar, I can't wait till I see ya. So much fun we'll have!
Alright I gotta get this man home and in bed. Maybe I can still salvage an erection? ahh would that be horrible of me? well I CAN BE naughty haha. Until next time EWF, Fiona and Arthas signing out, and in the spirit of Arthas here...DAMN WE'RE GREAT BABY!
Fiona picks Arthas up like he weighs nothing and carries him into a room in the back of the club. The view circles the entire club again showing all the ladies and patrons. The closing the scene comes back to the now empty table and shot glasses, and some woman collecting all the money Arthas had been counting. Fade to black.
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Post by blazedup on Jul 11, 2020 11:58:11 GMT -5
Dank Sinatra is sitting on his back porch overlooking the beautiful sunset and the Rocky Mountains in the background of his Colorado home. For once there isn't any marijuana around, other than the abundance of plants growing in the yard.
What's going on dudes and dudettes? It's everyone's favorite EWF superstar, the 4:20 Champion, the Dankster! The Dankster does have to admit he was a little bummed out when he came up empty handed in his debut but at least it happened against a stand up guy like Deathmatch Devin. Last Evolution, the Dankster took his first step towards international fame for something other than judging the Cannabis Cup, The Dank Man qualified for the first ever Emperor's Cup tournament with a hard fought win over Anarquia. Anarquia, sorry I had to be the one to end your dreams for the time being but just like Devin you took the Dank Man to the limits, made me tap into some energy I haven't tapped into in a while. That match is definitely going down as one of the greatest in the early history of EWF Evolution broadcasts bud! I heard you even impressed the Bossman enough to get your team the opportunity to be the first World Tag Champs so I gotta wish you the best of luck and give you the green thumbs up.
Dank gives a double thumbs up in recognition of Anarquia.
That's about it for you though bud because the Dank Man has got to move on to the next challenge that's waiting for him. The Dankster is one of eight lucky dudes that get to compete in the first Emperor's Cup for the EWF World Championship! I can't believe this is happening all so soon, it seems like just yesterday I had the strange voice of Dennis Slater echoing through my voicemail when I was trying to burn a Gotti. Damn, that Gotti was epic but I gotta slow down a bit. Now don't worry my 4:20ers the Dank Man is never leaving his lovely lady alone but right now, I gotta wait on this harvest that's hanging upside down in the garage drying out. Ya know, sometimes we chief a little too much in celebration of our accomplishments. So it comes down to the Dankster, Carlito Rodriguez, John Cavanagh, Arthas Lance, Realm, Adrian King and my two homies Deathmatch Devin and Lou Natic. I'm putting my money on myself obviously, with a victory over either my buddy Devin or Lou in the finals because, looking around, I think the fans want to see one of us three take it home and the power of positive vibes is something that people like John, Carlito, Realm, Adrian and Arthas need to learn about. Two of them obviously got them positive vibes going when it comes to the ladies, Arthas and Carlito are all over whatever box they can find. I can't hate on something like that, the Dankster loves him a pretty woman just as much as any of you two but I'm not going to sit there and degrade them. Then you've got the forever evil and angry Realm, Cavanagh and King who just seem like they really all need to take a few tokes. Guys get a little bit of the lovely lady for yourselves tonight when you're all alone and drop the fake tough guy facade, burn a little something-something and then look in the mirror and tell me there isn't enough positivity for us all to go around. Now the Dank Man is not about to sit here and tell each of you seven how I'm better than you or how my lovely lady will help me succeed in this tournament. I really don't like to toot my own horn, I like to let the in-ring results speak for themselves when it comes to the Dankster but I do feel as if there are a few things the Dank Man needs to address since so many of my opponents have come forward to speak...er, all of my opponents, ya know sometimes you get distracted. But, I've got a backup plan.
Dank pulls out his iPhone from his right pocket and scrolls down the screen. He clicks on the screen and then shows the Emperor's Cup banner, his visual aid to remember who he actually has to fight.
First off, best of luck to Lou Natic and Deathmatch Devin. Just like you guys have been saying, we all want to win this one and if two of us wind up in the ring together at any point we all have the same goal. So I'm sure if that happens the better man will take the win home and if it ain't me I'll be there to shake your hand afterwards...and if it ain't the finals I'll be cheering you on the rest of the tournament, and I'm sure you both would do the same. I have been hearing quite a few of you knocking the Dank Man's habit of chiefing harder than Bob Marley. I'm just having a difficult time figuring out where you guys are coming from with this. I mean one of you guys who keep bringing this up says my bud habit is disgusting and he's sitting there with a nice case of the hiccups because of drinking. Arthas got so drunk he had to let his plus sized beauty finish his promo. I'm not a hater like John Cavanagh, to each their own my guy if you're into that extra cushion for the pushin' then I'll pass anything that's a little too big for my tastes your way buddy...I don't see why we all have to be so hostile towards one another. Then the other guy who keeps saying how disgusting my habits are has an erection for the world ending. Realm is walking around like the demon of death who unleashed Coronavirus on the world and is personally responsible for all of the protests and violence that has been going on since. Bud, I don't know if you know this but there are these two creepy dudes in masks that follow this vampire dude around the locker room, I think you four should all get together one day and figure out a way to dominate the world. The four creepiest dudes in the EWF locker room in one dressing room, I'm sure there will be some kind of poltergeist or possession before the end of the night. Another dude, Adrian King, is sitting around thinking he's the only person in this company that ever had to fight for something. Let me tell you kid, I didn't have any help getting into this business...everything the Dank Man has accomplished is because of sheer drive, determination, talent and a might fine bag of greenery to help with all of the aches and pains I've accrued in my travels. I'm not trying to belittle you or the struggle you had, I get why you're always angry with people I would be too if mom and pops didn't support me, but you don't know anything about me. John Cavanagh, the hater of the locker room. The man who wants to run Devin out of this place because he doesn't want any competition over the title of legend. I don't get why you're so angry...there's more than enough camera time and money to go around for the whole crew, you've had plenty of success and you've got a nice little thing on your arm. You hoping to face me, Lou and Devin in some order is one of the stupidest things I've ever heard. I don't care how many World Championships you've held, how much of a legend you are or how tough you are...wishing to face three of the best in this business in one night is a death wish. Then there's Carlito Rodriguez, the man who just degraded one of our poor cameramen while giving it to his wife. Then his poor sexy little thing Juanita was sitting outside listening to all of it! I don't know where your mind is Carlito but it is most definitely not on being the EWF World Champion. Guys that's all the Dankster's got for you guys this time, I gotta go check the plants.
Dank walks down the steps of his back porch and walks towards his marijuana plants.
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Realm
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Post by Realm on Jul 13, 2020 21:26:53 GMT -5
The scene opens showing a wide view of the sky. Dark ominous storm clouds can be seen moving in the distance. A storm approaches. The view lowers slowly down to reveal the Sonoran Desert, and the mass self-dug grave site that Realm has created, far off any trail or serviced road. Seemingly the middle of nowhere. Tall mountains and hills litter the distance and as far as you can see there's nothing but shrubs and cacti...and holes. Holes dug for each victim of Realm in the ring. A symbol of victory. A tradition, albeit a morbid one.
As the sky darkens and monsoon storms begin to roll in, Realm is shown walking into view with a dirty shovel in hand. He's wearing black jeans over what appear to be black hiking books. A black tank-top, and black biker style gloves, which are currently covered in dust and dirt, along with his pants and boots. As the view fixes on Realm, a crow can be seen landing on the arm of a Saguaro cactus. then quickly flying off again. Realm begins to speak.
The storm is moving in. The darkness rides on swift wings and will soon blanket this landscape in shadow and rain. One wouldn't assume the Arizona desert gets much rain, but the storms here can be powerful. The darkness all encompassing. You wouldn't want to get caught way out here during a strong monsoon storm. A similar thought comes to my mind, you see the stars of the EWF are facing their own kind of storm right now aren't they? One down, more to follow. One by one they will all take The Fatal Fall and find themselves drowning, not in rain, but in self pity.
These graves here, what a powerful symbol of victory for me, but so much more. They are a symbol of broken spirits. Careers lost. Pride lost. Shame, and defeat. A reminder that everybody has a time, an end...and for the stars of the EWF that end is coming, like the wind, like the darkness, like the storm. The storm of storms. It's coming for each and every person on the roster and there is no running, no hiding. For when you step into that ring with Realm there is no escape. The end will come.
So many people recently have come out to talk a big game. A lot of people have made comments about my "attraction" to chaos. Come out to QUESTION my interest in the riots and everything else going on in the world. But why they need to question it is beyond me for I've clearly laid out examples and reasons for why I feel the way I feel. The sign is on the wall my friends, just turn on the news. Society is crumbling right now and if you don't agree that it's a good thing, well you're just as blind and dumb as MOST people in the world who FAIL to see the bigger picture.
But you see, I've talked about that enough because there's a few people around the EWF locker room who really has gotten under my skin lately, more than I'd care to admit, but alas here we are as the storm rolls in.
The sky is getting darker now and the wind is blowing stronger. Realm's hair blows in his face as he stands with dark clouds building behind him. Thunder crashes loudly in the distance.
Lou Natic. The man who says a lot, but rarely says anything of value. I've made it clear what I think of you and your pathetic troubled family issues. But then you're actually childish enough to, essentially, call me a female. Cute. It's almost pathetic really. THAT was the best you came up with as a way to respond. Are you still a five year old boy trapped in the body of a grown ass man? Are we in fifth grade? Help me understand why you thought that was a good idea Lou.
Now as far as me "hiding" behind a gimmic. What gimmic Lou? See I'm not scared to show my true self because I am who you see. I am who you hear. I am who will be kicking your teeth down your throat. Is it the dark clothes Lou? Maybe the long hair? Is it the fact that I'm the only one in the EWF that sees things for what they really are? See Lou, instead of angering me with your silly little grade school insults, all you did was show me what little intellect you actually have.
It also showed me how nervous you are. See when people start slinging out cheap moronic insults like that, it means they lack the proper thinking capacity to respond in a way that makes sense, even remotely, and it also usually means they're nervous. This is psych 101. Hey though, relax Lou. I mean you're not a threat enough that it'll be a long match. I give it maybe three minutes. I'll make it fast for you. You've had it hard enough haven't you? you sad, sad little man...oh and Lou? I WILL be your nightmare, and I assure you, nothing you've seen or felt thus far is comparable to what you'll experience very soon. Your pathetic childhood "trauma" will be like a trip to Disneyland. Rest assured.
It now begins to rain on Realm as thunder cracks and crashes again above him, louder and more aggressively. Lightning strikes and arcs can be seen throughout the sky in the distance. Realm looks up in appreciation, allowing the rain to fall down over his face. He breathes heavily with what seems like relief, and begins to speak again.
I'm going to speak on you now Carlito but being that you are of little to no importance, I'll keep it simple. It seems like all you care about is women, and if you weren't competing for a championship in a tournament of all places, that may be fine. But when you do get time to speak you waste it with bullshit and nonsense. Women this, women that. Get your pea-sized brain out of the gutter and into the ring, or you WILL be destroyed. Period!
Realm notices it start to rain harder. He drops the shovel into a freshly dug grave and grabs a duffel bag on the dirt behind him. He begins to walk through the ever darkening desert as the view follows. He talks along the way.
Come, we have to get to higher ground on that hill over there. This area tends to flood, which is why I chose this spot as one of my dig sites. The ground tends to be softer. As we walk however I figured I'd continue because there's more I might as well say while I have the chance. Soon it'll be pitch black out here. Time is running out, and while I do find a certain comfort in the darkness, I am not immune to rattlesnakes and bark scorpions, so I'd rather be on the road.
John, oh John...the only important person in the entire EWF, that's what you said right? what ego. The only reason you stand out at all is your three wins, but hell, Lou can claim that too and that bullshit isn't going to hold any weight after the tournament. The tournament you lose. You see John, I'm glad you don't fear me and I'm glad you aren't impressed. I'm not trying you impress you. You're an egotistical moron, and I want you to learn the hard way how wrong you are.
You're going into the tournament and you truly believe you're going to walk out as the first EWF champion, and when you face me, and you take the fall, and you lay there listening to the bell ring you'll finally understand that you're nothing but a big mouthed fool who's never going to be able to live down all the talk of being the best, then failing when it actually counted. It'll be embarrassing, and hopefully life altering. Maybe this loss will be a good thing for you John. Maybe it'll build some character.
I can assure you John, you're not the bad ass you think you are. Most of the time when you talk, much like Lou, you just sound stupid. I believe you said I looked like "a clone of the columbine shooters". A being singular, and shooters being plural. How does that work exactly? and John do you even know their names or what they actually looked like? Let me educate you John because it seems you like to talk about shit you have no clue about.
On April 20th, of 1999 ERIC HARRIS and DYLAN KLEBOLD were planning on bombing their school. They'd wait in the parking lot till everybody ran out in a panic, and shoot the people fleeing. The bombs never went off so they went into the school where they opened fire and ultimately committed suicide in the cafeteria. Now the reason I educate you on this, is so that you realize a couple things. One, I can't be a clone of two different people that to begin with looked nothing alike, and two HOW in the world do I "look" like a school shooter simply because I wear black? you have to realize how absolutely stupid that sounds!
Oh, and no I don't condone selfish, ignorant behavior and unnecessary killing of innocent people. You stupid, weak minded fool. I'm going to punish you more than anybody else John. Mark my words. You WILL feel defeat, and it'll be at the hands of Realm.
Realm finally comes to the top of a hill, above the valley. Rain is still pouring down and now we can barely see his face through the dark and rainfall. He takes a high powered flash light out of his duffel bag and shines it down the hill.
The highway is about three miles that way, so this should be fun. We have overstayed our welcome in this unforgiving desert. In closing I'll say this - To the men I failed to mention, like Dank, Devin, Adrian, and Arthas. Believe me, you're all on my mind. You just simply weren't important enough to give any real time to tonight. Dank is probably in a crack house somewhere, Adrian is probably watching paint dry, the boring bastard, Devin is probably making love to a trash can lid, and Arthas is probably just drunk again, do we have an alcoholic on our hands? hmm.
So it's time to head down and out. The 18th, how can anybody forget? I need not remind you the importance of that date. Soon everything I've said shall come to pass, and a new era will begin. I WILL be the EWF Heavyweight Champion, and you all WILL take "The Fatal Fall" and suffer in despair. So let it be written, so let it be DONE.
Realm turns and walks off into the night, down the hill and towards the highway. The scene stays fixed on the darkness and rainfall ahead, as lightning arcs through the sky once more. The scene closes.
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Post by blazedup on Jul 14, 2020 21:38:12 GMT -5
Dank Sinatra is standing behind a counter in his local dispensary “The Marijuana Mansion” where he is filming a video for his YouTube Channel. Dank stands in front of a black table with a blue grinder and a few Ziploc bags with different names written across them, each bag with its own small bit of marijuana.
Hey dudes and dudettes it’s everyone’s favorite stoner, the wrestling world’s 4:20 Champion “Blazed Up” Dank Sinatra and it’s time for me to review some of our newest strains of the lovely lady while also totally roasting my opponents at this weekend’s Emperor’s Cup tournament. Which you should so, like, call your cable company and pay for on pay-per-view. It’s important that I say this because I’m contractually obligated to mention this pay-per-view at everything I do that isn’t strictly broadcasted on the EWF network until it happens, but shhhhh, don’t tell Dennis Slater I told you guys that part.
Dank grabs the first bag of marijuana off of the table.
So, like totally bro, it depends what kind of high you want to get, See this one right here, this is some OG Kush. OG Kush is what we call a strong indica, this thing is going to knock you on your ass! See I think OG Kush is kind of like that John Cavanagh dude. See John, he is from Hell’s Kitchen that’s some original gangster type shit right there so its only right that he be the OG Kush. Not only that, the guy is such a bastard that I’m pretty sure he is going to knock a bunch of us on our ass at Emperor’s Cup. Now, Johnny Boy I gotta say fella you sure know how to keep on going, it’s like you’ve got something to say for every little thing someone says bro. I just, like, don’t understand how you even remember all of these things. I think you’re hell bent on writing your own wrestling history book, wonder where the Dankster is in that one?
Dank pulls out another nug of marijuana. This one is a fluffier bud, not as tight and a much lighter green.
Now this one here, this one we call Northern Lights. This lovely lady is kind of like the old faithful of marijuana. This one has been around for quite some time and always gets the job done. She is gonna have to represent my buddy Deathmatch Devin. Devin, you’re a reliable type of dude, you show up and give it your all, titles aren’t what drive you its the respect of the fans and the boys in the locker room. I can respect that man, just if it comes down to the Dankster and Devin I am still going to bust out all the stops to eliminate you and move on with my night. Just hope we can still be buds after I smoke you, because anytime I grab a bag of Northern Lights she’s always my friend after I smoke her.
Dank’s next highlight of the show is a massive flower with white crystals sparkling in the light.
This one right here we call her White Widow. White Widow, that’s gonna be Realm and not because he’s as good as this bud. No way, Jose! This girl right here tastes as good as she looks and makes you feel better…she can actually make your depression disappear and that is why White Widow is my prescription for Realm. Every time this guy opens his mouth its some of the most depressing things I’ve ever heard. Moron on this, moron on that. Somebody get this ignoramus a thesaurus so he can expand his vocabulary. And a crack house really? 4:20ers out there, how many of you have ever seen the inside of a crack house? This guy must be from a Red State with a mind like that…oh yeah Arizona, ouch! Seems like there’s something wrong with the water down in Arizona…Realm and The Arizona Outlaws all come up a little short on the IQ test.
The next nug is a small, tight nug with orange hairs with green and purple flowers.
This little beauty’s name is Fruity Pebbles. This one is so good that we just had to have it represent two of the people in the Emperor’s Cup. Carlito Rodriguez and Arthas Lance. I mean, come on, they’re both colorful characters and both kind of seem to have fruity tendencies. Now this bud tastes great, they call it Fruity Pebbles for a reason it has a nice fruity taste and it looks like it came out of the box with Fred Flinstone on the cover. Unfortunately, ladies, I don’t think Carlito Rodriguez or Arthas Lance will leave this nice of a flavor in your mouth so I’d steer clear of those two. I remember what Momma Sinatra used to always tell me when she dropped me off at parties when I was a teenager…”Remember Dank, wrap it up because Herpes is the gift that keeps on giving”…I hope Momma Rodriguez and Momma Lance shared the same advice with you guys.
Dank’s next precious lady is a larger bud than the last once again with purple flower but more so hints of different shades of purples.
Hello Miss Purple Punch! This little lady is definitely my buddy Lou Natic. Lou took a few tokes out of this little lady once before, he probably didn’t know what it was but oh well. Remember that first punch of a sleepy feeling in your eyes? Then the next one in the torso? Yeah that’s that Purple Punch alright. Not only that, you’re the type to give the opponent that quick one-two punch to get the advantage. I gotta say if it’s not me winning this thing, it better be Lou or Devin.
Dank’s last nug has hints of green, white and purple flower with orange hairs throughout, easily one of the strangest looking flowers Dank has on his table.
The last one, this girl is Sundae Driver and this one is dedicated to Adrian King. Adrian, you can throw all of the toppings in the world on top of your story but it’s still not going to make someone want to eat it. You’re climb to the top will be very similar to a grandmother as a Sunday driver. You’ll probably miss the turn a few times, get side tracked and stop at a garage sale and show up a few hours later. Basically, it’s not your time yet kid, better luck next year.
Dank looks around and sees that his different bags of marijuana have all been placed on the table.
Well 4:20ers, I guess now is the time to take a little bit of flower off of each of these beautiful nugs and make the most beautiful salad blunt ever smoked. Until next time, it’s the Dank Man signing out!
Dank pulls his grinder from the table and opens the lid as the scene fades.
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Post by deathmatchdevin on Jul 16, 2020 11:09:02 GMT -5
Deathmatch Devin is seen standing next to a garbage can lit ablaze. Deathmatch Devin is only seen from his chest up and behind the fire there is a slender hooded figure that can't be made. out
Deathmatch Devin The world keeps crumbling more and more around us and everyone of us is all worried about the same damn thing, the Emperor's Cup. Eight men who all happened to sign to the same start up promotion who have the opportunity to be the first man to hold the EWF World Championship. If there was one thing that everyone little boy who grew up a wrestling fan wants its to be called the World Champion. If you look at the list of people who made it this far it's like the cast of a Hollywood movie: a hardcore legend, a former multiple time in multiple promotions World Champion, a loose cannon, a man who digs ditches for his opponents, a man who is trying to prove his family wrong, a man who is just so laid back and chill everyone wants to be his friend, a man who fancies himself an adult film star and a chubby chaser. It seems like Dennis Slater went out and found eight different professional wrestling cliches, mixed us up in a blender and called it the EWF's first ever pay-per-view and I for one love it. I love the excitement that this brings. I love the possibilities and all of the moving pieces of a tournament like this. None of us know who we will face, just like the Qualifying Rounds, we just know that we are all going to have to put it all on the line this weekend. If any one of the eight leaves something in the locker room or leaves one of his tricks in his bag I think its pretty obvious that they won't be succeeding.
Deathmatch Devin cracks his fists and turns back to look at the slender hooded figure before he gets to his next thought.
Deathmatch Devin Each one of us has our own ideas and strategies on how we are going to walk out of Emperor's Cup as the EWF World Champion. I know Lou Natic is going to go out there and leave a path of destruction in every match he gets in. I know no matter he wins the whole thing or is eliminated in the first round whoever has to face Lou is going to be feeling in the next morning. I also know Dank Sinatra is going to go in to over drive. Whatever crazy acrobatic shit we are all used to seeing from him, I think it may be turned up by ten or twenty come Emperor's Cup because I never saw him with his eyes so set on the prize as when we shot the shit after last Evolution when we both qualified for this historic night. I know that Realm is going to walk that aisle and put a hurting on each opponent he faces, I'm not the guys biggest fan and I think a lot of the crap that comes out of his mouth is ridiculous but I can't hate the style of a man who just seems to want to hurt people. I know that John Cavanagh is going to employ every bit of knowledge and every dirty trick he has in his toolbox to try and take the big one home this weekend. I hate the man but I don't think for one second he is going to be a push over. I know that Carlito Rodriguez will bring all of his stamina and charisma to the ring. I know that the guy is an athlete regardless of how much we all mock his thirst for skin and I know charisma can get in your psyche. I know that Adrian King is going to come to that tournament with the biggest chip on his shoulder in this entire thing. You can't take a man that is trying to prove his family wrong lightly, they usually see it as they have nothing to lose. I know Arthas Lance can get down in the ring, he showed us that in his debut when he cleaned house against "The Product" Luke Marshall and I know he's going to bring his helper on the outside, Fiona.
Deathmatch Devin looks to the fire, his Adam's apple moves as he swallows and nods his head.
Deathmatch Devin What does all of that mean? It means that I know what you guys are bringing to the table, it means I know what to look out for regardless of who my opponent, or as I hope opponents, are going to be at Emperor's Cup. What they know about me? They know I have no second thoughts about putting my body through any and all hell to win a match. They know I love this industry more than I love myself. They know I have more passion for this sport than they all have combined. They also know that as a New Jersey boy, Deathmatch Devin is fighting on his home turf and he has home field advantage! I am coming to Emperor's Cup this weekend to cement my legacy in this industry once and for all! I've gone through barbed wire tables, I've been hit with bats, chairs and kendo sticks, I've fallen off of scaffoldings, ladders and balconies, I've fallen onto thumbtacks...I've woken up in a puddle of my own blood in the center of a ring after losing a hard fought match and smiled because I knew that even though I didn't come up on top, I gave it my all! That's what THEY need to know. They need to know that when the bell rings and they're in the ring with me this weekend they are going to have to beat the life out of me. They are going to have to beat me to the point that the referee throws up that always feared X and the EMTs put me in an ambulance! I will not tap, I will not be counted out, I will not be disqualified and you will need to knock me unconscious to keep these shoulders on the mat for three seconds this weekend!
Deathmatch Devin looks back to the shadowy figure behind the fire.
Deathmatch Devin And...I might not be alone in the locker room this time.
The hooded, shadowy figure begins to turn to the camera but the signal is lost.
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Post by latinlover on Jul 17, 2020 13:34:57 GMT -5
"Do you see how she sleeps like a baby now?" Carlito Rodriguez says to the camera, assumed to be held by "Mr. Cameraman" as he lays next to Mrs. Cameraman in bed covered by a sheet.
"It is really very simple Mr. Cameraman, you just must make sure to put just as much effort in to her as you want her to put in to you! I do not think she will be waking for a very long time now. I feel completely prepared to combat my three future stepping stones to the EWF World Championship this weekend at the Emperor's Cup. Mr. Camerman, I must thank you for you have helped me prepare to hold the beautiful championship that my heart and the heart of my Juanita desires. Mr. Cameraman, have you learned anything from me these past few days?" The camera shakes up and down in a yes motion.
Carlito smiles and caresses Mrs. Cameraman's shoulder. "Then I am even more happy about this exchange. You must Mr. Dennis to move you to the ringside for shooting camera. This way you must move around and you increase your stamina through the cardiovascular activities such as this and the sex which allow you to maybe pleasure her a little bit more and maybe she no need play with so many toys. Toys? Toys like these little children that Carlito needs to face this weekend in order to bring the World Championship back to San Juan, Puerto Rico and to honor the fallen Latino I love so much, mi amigo Eddie! Viva la raza cabron!" A tear takes over Carlito's eye as he gulps.
"Well then, I must be serious. The people of the EWF Universe do not want to just see the sexiest man alive they also wish to know how I feel about these seven other men who continue to run their mouth about the Latin Lover. I have had hard times understanding what it is exactly that makes them so jealous and so filled with the pitiful emotion of envy to hate on the greatest thing in the wrestling industry since the Carnivals! I tell you this, the man Realm, I believe I saw him in video the other week, no? Some kinky bondage, BSDM shit that the Latin Lover does not care to take part in. I don't understand why you would go through so much pain in order to make yourself feel so good Realm? You need tell me what is with you and these graves you dig? Is no waste of time? Wouldn't you rather lay with the warm feeling of a beautiful woman such as this next to you? I am sure this help you build your muscles in your arms and back but you will be too winded to catch the Latin Lover and defeat him in the ring." Carlito flexes his bicep for the camera and laughs.
"The Deathmatch Devin, another man who just seems to find carnal pleasure in pain. I do not understand why the obsession with this? Why would you put your body through light tubes and barbed wire? I am sure your wife does not enjoy the way your body looks after such adventures. I think you have chosen the wrong career path my friend because you have stated that you've never been a World Champion but you have been around what fifteen or twenty years? Seems you just kind of suck at your job hombre! And your little friend Dank Sinatra, this stoner bastard that think he is so athletic and ready to set the world on fire with his physical abilities inside of the ring. I will clip his wings if he crosses my path at Emperor's Cup and make sure that he is not the first EWF World Champion. I know you three also amigos with Lou Natic. I told you since day one amigo, I will bring the Latin flavor to the EWF and when I bring this Latin flavor the competition I bring will overwhelm such a little man that has such a problem with authority for absolutely no reason at all." Carlito lets in a deep sigh while he shakes his head.
Carlito scratches his head while he thinks of his other opponents and his eyes pop as if a light bulb went off in his head. "Then we have to also talk about this man John Cavanagh. I have to say that he can be pretty convincing with the words that he choses to use. I can see why you have been able to net such a fine fish my friend, I'm sure just as you talk our ear off you probably talked her panties off. Is it not true? You know, you seem to have such a problem with sharing your woman it seems that you really have a problem with the greatest pure athlete and sex symbol that your country will ever know. You should feel honored that she has caught my eye for this could be the start of a beautiful thing for you John. You get more time to be the asshole that you are and Shannon gets more time to be the woman she is. You may have done great things in your career sir, but this in 2020 and I think it may be time for the old man and the hardcore old man as well to hang up their wrestling boots. The new generation will be led by the first ever EWF World Champion, Carlito Rodriguez." Carlito sits up straight and stretches in bed.
Carlito yawns. "My sexually charge friend Arthas Lance, I see that your woman Fiona she has quite the mouth on her. Maybe this is what attracted you to her, no? My friend, I do not have any desire to try this type of woman so you can rest assured that Fiona will not be stolen by myself. But one thing that will be stolen from you, by the Latin Lover, is the ability to call yourself the winner of the 2020 Emperor's Cup and the first World Champion because that my friend is a right that belongs to me, el machismo, El Amador Latino, Carlito Rodriguez! And last the boy King, the man who dreams of being champion and says that in reality he is the biggest underdog in this tournament. This may be true sir, I have no idea who the biggest underdog is I just know that the true favorite to win this one is the man who took care of Mrs. Cameraman and will continue to take care of her from time to time. Mr. King Boy, I promise you if you run across me at Emperor's Cup you will understand why your father did not approve of you entering this business." Carlito laughs as the scene goes to static.
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Post by 'The Unbalanced' Lou Natic on Jul 17, 2020 17:09:10 GMT -5
Story time with a Lou Natic FLASHBACK After murdering his Dad, Lou's Mother runs past him slamming the door shut. Lou is a scared 12 year old boy looking at his lifeless Father on the floor, eyes in back of his head, stab wounds and blood all over his body. Lou takes a few steps closer to his Father then stops. As he goes to kneel down by his father's side the flashback changes. Now we see Mother reading a book to her three year old son, while he lays in bed. A happy mother, a happy child spending quality time with each other. As the Mother reads a book to her son, a man walks through the bedroom door. The son sits up with joy as his Father approaches him and gives him a big hug. As this happens the flashback changes back to 12 year old Lou kneeling down by his old man. He holds his Father in his arms and cries.SCENEWe open up with the camera facing an old, run down, detached house. The camera starts to zoom in on the house and as the zoom gets to the front door, it starts to open. The camera moves inside the house, it's even worse inside, like as if it's been set alight but saved before it burnt down completely. The camera moves through the corridor of the house and up the stairs, up the stairs the camera goes past a couple of broken up doors that lead to a bashed up bathroom and a messed up bedroom. Then the camera focuses on one door for a few seconds, then it starts to creek open. As it fully opens we see Lou sat on a small stool, in amongst rubble and burnt bits of the house, next to a bed that has seen better days. He's just sat there staring at the bed, before speaking he lets out a sigh. "I haven't always been this fucked up ya know. My life use to be great, normal, full of love, laughter and happiness."
He takes a moment to collect his thoughts. He goes in his left pocket and pulls a photo of a woman out. "My mother came from a good family. She was warm, kind, she always pushed me to be the best I could be, to always try harder, she always wanted me to have the best out of my life."
He stops talking and puts the photo of his Mother down on the broken up bed. He goes in to his right pocket and pulls out a photo of man. He stares at the photo for awhile before, he takes a deep breath before speaking. "My father, he also came from a good family. My father was full of joy, he loved sports, loved to wrestle. He was a role model, a rock, a hero. He adored us, he worked hard to give us the best life we could have."He chokes up a little but fights back the emotions, he puts the photo of his father down next to his mother. He reaches in to his left pocket again to pull out another photo. This time the photo is a young kid, around 15. He takes a long hard look at this photo, he puts the photo to his mouth and kisses it. "So, this, this is my brother. He wasn't just my brother, he was my best friend. We did everything together. He took me under his wing and taught me so much. This photo here, it was taken a couple of months before my brother sadly passed away."Lou chokes up again but he fights back the tears as he doesn't want to show weakness. "My brother, Cody, he died in a car accident. My father and my brother were out on a little trip when my old man, who thought there was no other vehicles coming, pulled out at a junction, only to get ploughed by a truck. The truck sent them flying down the road, the truck it hit the side of the car where Cody was sat. Cody, he died instantly from the impact, my father spent the next couple of days in intensive care, my mother she blamed my old man for Cody's death, my life, it was like someone flicked the switch and it got turned upside down."Lou places the photo of Cody next to his parents. "My mother, she came from a good family, my mother she was all those things I said. But as soon as my old man came out of intensive care and came home, that's where Mom changed. She became aggressive, she blamed the old man for Cody's death, she couldn't be around him, she became the complete opposite to what I described not long ago, she became an unemployed alcoholic with nothing to lose, she became a murderer."Lou gets a bit fidgety. "My father, he came from a good family , he really did. My father he was truly all those things I said before but my father he also changed. Mom pushed Dad so much, he turned to the bottle too, she pushed him so much, he became woman beater, he became a shadow of the man he was. He's now buried 6 feet under."
Lou, who's now angry, grabs a match from his pocket and scratches it again a bit rubble. Lou picks up the photo of his mother and raises the flame to it, he then lays the photo back down and puts the photo of his father and his brother on top, burning them too. "And you wonder why I'm the way I am? I had it all, I came from a good family, I wanted to be the best, I never gave up but as soon my parents gave up on me, I gave up on myself. I've seen too many dark things to ever go back to where I use to be. Don't get me wrong, I wish things could be different but they never will be. My brother died, my old man got murdered by my old girl, my old girl faces life behind bars, how the fuck am I meant to be normal?"He sighs again and then lets out a sadistic laugh. "So Realm, you want to go in on my fucked up life, my fucked up family, that's fine and hey I agree, it's troubled and it's pathetic right? I'm really pathetic... but this pathetic excuse of a person right here, is the person that's gonna tee you up nicely and kick your dark ass back to the hell hole that you came from you son of a bitch. You cry about me calling you a girl, fuck I genuinely thought you were. I even had to check the card to see if you were in the Women's title match too but hey, I'm really sorry if that touched a nerve you bitch."Lou starts perking up, he starts to become his confident self again. "Now you wanna go around calling me childish, well Realm, you started it!"
Lou has a little giggle to himself. "Mother fucker, how disappointed are you going to be when this fifth grader shows you up, shows you how it's done. Once I've won the World title, be sure to put a request in to Slater to face me first for it because I'll happily slap you around the ring again."
Lou looks into the camera and flips the bird. "Swiftly moving on... Arthas Lance. Now I agree with you on one , maybe two things, the Pushin'Cushin club does actually have amazing service, and Realm is a dark and depressing man but you know what's more depressing than Realm? The fact that you had to get your woman, Fiona, to talk trash about me. The fact that you had a couple sips of beer, a couple shots of water, pretended to be drunk and pass out for your lady to talk on your behalf, well that's really depressing man. It's ok though Lance, I heard what Fiona had to say and I agree with her too. She called me crazy, she's right, I'm crazy. I'm crazy in the ring and I'm crazy in sheets, and if Fiona wants some fun like she's been saying then I'm down for that, man I've fucked a lot worse, why fucking not. Fiona, when I'm done handing your lightweight other half a beating, I'll come find you and hand your fat ass a beating too, and I'm sure it'll be the best night you ever had you pig."He winks and then smiles to the camera. "Mr. Johnny Cavanagh, the one man dynasty, the coward, that's right, the coward. Now I use to think you was a man who loved to fight Cavanagh but man I was so wrong. You're the scum of this earth, a cheating son of a bitch and that's how you get by in life, you cheat your way to victory, to glory, and if you can't do it yourself then that two dollar hoe who rocks up to the ring with you does your dirty work for you. I've seen guys like you before John, you put up a front, you go around as if you want the smoke but when it comes down to it you get put out and that's exactly what'll happen this Saturday night baby. Let me tell you something too, right here, right now, if that dirty little slut even thinks of doing your dirty work then I will choke her the fuck out too. Shannon, stay pretty and stay the hell out of this one, that's a good bitch."Lou gets up, he leaves the bedroom and walks down the stairs. He walks to the kitchen, and out of the door which leads to the back garden. Out the back garden there's an old worn out wrestling ring. FLASHBACK We go back to happy times when Lou, Cody and his old man use to train for hours in the ring out the back garden. All of them laughing, joking, enjoying themselves. SCENELou shakes his head and snaps out of the flashback, he stares at the ring for a moment and then proceeds to roll in and sit on the floor in the corner. "Adrian man, you know, me and you we ain't so different, well we are but our fathers, they loved us at some point but they ended up abandoned us right? Now your old man is on deaths doors, my old man's dead, and it looks like none of us will ever kiss and make up, well I sure as hell won't, isn't it sad?"Lou let's out an evil but also nervous laugh. "I do pitty you man, you're the lost King, you're still yet to find your way, your brother's are miles ahead of you and that's got to hurt , right? It's ok though, I'm ready to put an end to the shame of the King family, I'll put the final nail in your coffin and for the King's I'll get rid of you once and for all, after that maybe your old man will finally have a peaceful life knowing that he was right when he said you would be a failure."Lou rolls out of the ring and heads further back or the garden, he gets to a gate which he swings open and walks through. Lou keeps walking until he reaches an entrance to the woods. FLASHBACK Lou, Cody and their parents are all running around having fun, playing games in the woods that Lou is currently standing in front of. Everyone's happy and smiling, they all look their enjoying themselves.SCENELou snaps out of the flashback again and continues to walk through the woods. He walks for around three minutes until he gets to a tree swing. Lou looks up to acknowledge a tree house all of the family once built on that tree, some if it is still there but it's mostly broken up. Lou walks to the tree and sits down with his back against it. "Carlito, amigo, I'm sorry if I caused any offence when I called you Mexican, I really am, how silly of me. You're a Puerto Rican God, the best thing to come out North America, the Latin Lover, nothing like no other! Well, so you think, right? The thing is your mamacita, senorita, the lovely Juanita has never experienced the touch of a real man, all she knows is you and that's because you picked her up at a young age and had your wicked way with her right? I've heard the rumours and they make a lot of sense now, this is why Juanita let's you get away with so much, when does Juanita get to have fun, Carlito? You let her touch the women but she don't get to touch another man? Why is this? Are you afraid Juanita might finally realise you're a fraction of the man that I and every other man out there are?!"Lou cracks a smile. "You know what? I'll put it out there , once I've won this tournament, this title, tell Juanita to come and see me, I'll show her the gold and I'll show her a good time, heck, she can even come join me and Fiona and we'll celebrate all night long baby."Lou starts to dig deep in to his pocket, he pulls out blunt along with another match. He puts the blunt in his mouth, he scratches the match against a rock near by, lights the blunt and starts to puff away on it. Cloud's of smoke disrupt the camera vision as Lou exhales. After a few seconds we see Lou's face again, he seems more relaxed than before. "Hey Dank, appreciate you sending me this man, tastes good. I listened to what you said the other day and I got to be honest, that shit you gave me back last week gave me the best night sleep I had in years, I hope this is the same stuff but at the same time I hope you haven't put too much in here to whack me out for the match tomorrow! That could be part of the big master plan, you gave me this as a good will gesture, I miss the match, you bag the win haha. Too late now though right?"Lou stops smoking the blunt, he looks at it and has a little think. "Ahhh actually , I'm gonna stop smoking this, ya alright and that Dank but I follow the one rule my idol always use to follow, DTA, don't trust anybody. I think I'll keep this baby until after the match when I've got that strap secured nice and tight around my waist."He kills the blunt and puts it back in his pocket. "I'll keep that beauty safe."
Lou closed eyes for a moment as if the blunt has hit him for six. FLASHBACK Everything starts flooding back, the car accident how Lou imagines it, the cops coming to the house breaking the news, his mother and father falling off the wagon, arguing, fighting, taking frustrations out on Lou, abandoning him. Lou hurting himself to make himself feel better, stuff like headbutting, punching walls, getting in random fights with groups of kids, wanting to feel pain.SCENELou let's out a big gasp as his eyes open wide, he's breathing heavy and in shock. "Wow, that is some strong shit. Devin, pain is your middle name right? I've seen you before, I know what sort of guy you are, the pain you can take and I know you know what I mean when I say, pain is a weakness leaving the body. You're sitting wherever you're sitting right now knowing the sort of pain I can take too, god help if we end up meeting, it could be the most brutal match EWF has witnessed so far. We're both willing to go that extra step to get the job done maybe that's a good thing or maybe that's a bad thing but we won't have it no other way will we? I tell you what let's spice it up, I'm thinking if we both meet on our way to the finals, or even at the finals, let's make it a match to remember, let's have ourselves a Death match! Got you licking your lips there right? Let's make this happen. I'll see you soon Devin, may the best, actually may the craziest mother fucker win."Lou gets up, he's a bit groggy but he's alright as he starts to walk back down to the house he grew up in. He walks back through the garden gate and jumps back in the ring, he sits back in the corner of the ring. "Now that story times finished and now that I've covered everything and everyone to do with this match, I've got a few more things to say. I'm telling you, I've never been so hungry, not for food because of that weed haha, but for the wins, the glory, for the cups, the titles, to kick ass and take names. I asked for competition, hell I got competition. I ain't going to sit here and tell you these guys ain't no good, they're good but they just aren't as good as me. I'm going in to this pay per view with one outcome on my mind and that's me standing in the middle of this ring at Emperor's Cup, trophy in one hand, World title in the other, raising them up in the air and celebrating with my followers. Let it be known that you guys are about to fall victim to crazy."Lou rolls out of the ring, he walks towards the house. As he gets to the back door he picks up a petrol can. He walks through door pouring the the petrol from the can throughout the house, towards the front door and to the outside drive. He throws can to the floor and turns back to take one good look at the house he grew up in. He reaches in his pocket, he takes out a match and scratches it again the concrete floor. He takes a deep breath and throws the match to the trail of petrol, setting the house on fire. He begins to walk away from the scene. "No more bad memories."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2020 21:27:16 GMT -5
We see a video recording of Arthas passing out at the table in his club and Fiona helping him to the back. It suddenly rewinds, and plays again. The view pans out to show Arthas sitting on a couch in his back office. He sits with a remote in hand and continues to watch the scene again, and again.
After a moment Arthas gets up and walks over to his private bar area. On the polished oak counter sits several full bottles of liquor. Arthas stares at the bottles for a moment before taking his arm and sliding them strongly off the counter, smashing them into the wall and sending glass and liquor everywhere. He grabs hold on the counter and sighs before calmly walking back over to the couch to sit down again.
The view turns to face him and he begins to speak.
Ya know a few nights ago when I sat out there enjoying the night I got a little carried away. I let myself down. I was stupid. It was a moment of weakness that will NEVER happen again. I am Arthas Lance damnit, and getting wasted on shots isn't going to get me anywhere in the EWF, and all it actually got me was a splitting headache I didn't think I'd come back from. We're one day away from the tournament, and I wanted to make this address sooner, but that didn't happen. I was sitting around trying to think of what to say, how to word it, and what would really make an impact.
The Emperor's Cup is a pretty important deal. It's a night when the champions will be decided. A very select view will realize their dreams, and everybody else will crawl away empty handed and full of regret. A lot of guys are going to leave that building not really sure of where they're headed. A lot of guys talk a big game and think they're untouchable, yet Arthas Lance knows they aren't, and deep down they probably know they aren't...but because everything is on the line they're going to talk the talk and put on a show.
See Arthas Lance, ME, I'm tired of putting on the show. I'm tired of running my mouth. I'm the very best wrestler in the EWF and BABAH tomorrow night I'm going to prove it. No more bullshit. No more games. I'm going to show up and I'm going to win. I'm going to be the FIRST EWF HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION BABAH! and there's no other way it can go down. I refuse to lose. I've succeeded at literally everything I've ever tried or felt like doing. I made myself a God damned star. I have the hottest adult club in Vegas. I have the hottest girl next to me, and after tomorrow I'll have the GOLD around my waist.
So tonight I'm not going to be taking any shots. I'm not going to be staying up late in the club counting my money or flirting with my staff. I'm going to prepare, and it's not what you think either. See I don't have to prepare to face any of these other jack asses cause my win is in the bag and that's a FACT JACK! but rather, I'm going to prepare my victory speech. I'm going to prepare my winning celebration...Because Arthas Lance is a WINNER. I CAN NOT LOSE.
Arthas looks down at a solid gold time piece on his wrist and grins.
Ya know I wish it was tonight. The excitement is almost too much. Knowing what's in store for me and Fii. It's almost magical. But I suppose this gives me time to address a few things and tie up some loose ends before it's all said and done. The one man I want to start with is John, oh Johnny BOY. You talk perhaps the biggest game of all and actually think you're the best and most important figure in EWF, and what a ridiculous notion that is. John I'm going to beat you, and then Fiona is going to humiliate you. That's how your night is going to go.
You think you can even come close to beating me? BABAH you better go to church and pray or try to find some comfort in whatever God you worship because you're going to need that faith and comfort after tomorrow night. When the bell rings and the smoke clears and you're laying there empty handed, having just gotten destroyed by the best wrestler in the EWF, then man-handled by a girl afterwards...daaaaamn Johnny Boy, I don't want to be you tomorrow, that's for damn sure. It's going to be in the paper, it's going to be on the internet, the forums are gonna blow up, and the world will be talking about how far from grace John fell and how in one single night everything came crashing down on top of him. All his ranting, raving, and bullshit...for nothing. John the world will know you ARE NOT the most important person in the EWF. The world will know what I already know. You are a LOSER BABAH! haha.
And Lou Natic? you're barely worth addressing but let's give it a shot shall we? the boy with a troubled past. That's what you're known as around here now. It's almost a joke isn't it? My question for you Lou is where do you go after you lose this tournament? what happens to Lou? I mean the way I see it, you have no friends, you probably have no family. You're going to lose tomorrow and then drown in self pity and doubt. You may turn to drugs and I'm pretty sure Dank can hook you up if you do, but what is more likely to happen is that all your pain and anguish finally get to be a bit too much and you decide to end it all. You take the cowards way out. That's what I see for you Lou, and you wont rest in peace, you'll suffer for eternity, like the little bitch you are. No sympathy here Lou. You're as good as gone after tomorrow night and I say good riddance BABAH!
Fiona suddenly walks into view wearing a very tight fitting obviously too small yellow tank top with bright orange panties, and literally nothing else. Arthas' face lights up in delight. Fiona winks suggestively at the camera and begins to talk.
Hey sugs I cleared some wall space in the club for posters and prints your win tomorrow night. I also think we should make a replica of your title and have it above the bar, that would be just down right special sugs'.
Yeah BABAH I like the idea! make it happen Fii! After I get done addressing the rest of the ass clowns in the tournament tomorrow I'll join you out there in prep.
Oh sugar tomorrow night is going to be amazing. It's going to be OUR night sugs. The Only Arthas Lance, the NEW EWF Heavyweight Champion! and guess what I decided sugs?
What did you decide darlin?
Well, after tomorrow night, after you have your moment, and after we have OUR moment with John, well...I think I'm gonna have a solo moment sugs. It's time for Fiona, The Rainbow! to starting kicking the shit out of some of those skinny little bimbos and broads that call themselves wrestlers. Whoever wins that women's championship tomorrow, well sugs, they're gonna have to deal with ME and in due time we'll not only be the hottest couple in EWF, we'll be the hottest CHAMPIONS in EWF.
Well I'll be damned! Fiona! EWF Women's Champ! I love the sound of that BABAH! let's clear some damn space for you too then cause shit's about to get real!
That's right sugar! now I'm headin back out there. We're packed tonight! OH and Johnny? da ya hear me sugs? I'll see you tomorrow night.
Fiona winks again at the camera and walks away, purposely swaying her hips for the camera as she leaves the room.
Damn what a woman I have. mm mm mmmm! But anyways I gotta finish what I was saying and get the hell out of this office. Dank Sinatra you're nothing but a washed up drug addict in my mind and you're going to be easy pickins' and I'm honestly not worried about you. Hell you'll probably so stoned out of your mind you can't even find the building, let alone the ring. You're absolutely pathetic.
Devin. Devin let me remind you of something. YOU have made a career out of using weapons and competing in death matches. You know why? I do. It's because you have no real wrestling talent. It's easier to hide behind a chair or kendo stick. It's easier to bleed. Fans love it, makes you popular. I get it. Too bad then tomorrow isn't your cup of tea. Tomorrow night you'll have to wrestle if you want to win. No weapons, no help. Your ability or lack there of will be your down fall and you're going to make a God damned fool of yourself.
Hell Devin bring a kendo stick with ya, I'll shove it up your ass. It'll be a sore reminder that you failed. That you weren't good enough. I'll shove it so far up there that it takes medical help to remove it, or hey maybe Fii can do that, she's into that kinky shit, believe me. The bottom line is when it comes to actual wrestling Devin, you're pathetic. You don't belong in this tournament. People like you only taint this great sport with your nonsense. You have 24 hours to GET GOOD, which means you have no chance in hell.
Arthas looks at the time again on his wrist before continuing.
Who else is even in this damn tournament? oh right, Carlito. Ya know it really pisses me off when people compare me to that little Mexican jumping bean! we have literally nothing in common. He sucks in the ring, his taste in women sucks, he can barely speak English. What a turd. This guy somehow made it this far. It's fucking mind blowing! My biggest gripe with Carlito though, is he doesn't even take any of this seriously.
Just listen to him speak lately. It's rambling and nonsense about women and little else. Carlito you better get your head out of the gutter and into that ring you dumb little bean. Have you been preparing or have you been chasing that little toothpick girl of yours around? I know I'm not the only one who noticed this. When you talk there's very little said or mentioned of the tournament and that's a damn problem, and a damn shame because if SOME weird ass miracle happened and SOMEHOW you were to win, you would disgrace that title! You don't deserve the title. You don't deserve to share a ring with me. It's bullshit.
Who is Adrian King again? is he still in this tournament? does anybody know!?
And finally we have Realm. The emo end of the world preacher. Realm I'll tell you what you need to do bud! go out right now and dig one more grave for yourself, because after tomorrow night you're going to be looking for a grave to crawl into. You maybe more than anybody else have run your mouth about winning. Using people as stepping stones, right? stepping stones to greatness! but Realm what happens when YOU are the stepping stone? What happens when YOU fail in your personal mission to destroy everybody in the EWF?
Realm when you lose tomorrow it's going to be very interesting to see where you go from there. You're stronger than Lou, physically and mentally so I know you wont do anything weak or stupid, but still...are you going to be able to show your face in an EWF ring? are you going to be strong enough to pick up the pieces and jump right back into the title hunt? maybe go after slimmer pickin's and have a feud with The Master or some other jobber. Hmm. All I really know for sure is there's no way in hell you accomplish your mission. Your fate is to lose to Arthas Lance BABAH. There is no other way. Seriously hear my words Realm. Don't worry about covid, politics, riots or any of that other nonsense. Worry about ME, cause I AM GREAT BABAH, and I am comin!
Now I need to get the hell out there and help Fii before she kills me! See you guys tomorrow when I win it all, and look DAMN good doing it! BOOM!
Arthas chuckles and pushes the camera out of the way as he walks past, and out of the back office. The view fixes on the broken glass all over the floor, and puddles of liquor.
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