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| SuperClash 3 Post-game Show; The Lynches are delusional...GET HYPE! | |
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| Overly_Critical_Jue | Dec 22 2011, 05:37 PM Post #1 |
Amigo, I ain't anybody but Juan Vasquez!
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The Bishop Boys --- [Cut to a visibly nervous Mark Stegglet backstage after SuperClash 3.] MS: Fans, so many big things went down at tonight's show. One of the biggest was the return of the former National Tag Team Champions, The Bishop Boys, as they cost Violence Unlimited those very titles. Why they di- oh, wait, here they come now. [Cousin Bo briskly walks into view, his charges following closely behind] MS: Mr. Allan! What in the wor- [Bo holds up a hand.] CB: You want to know why we did what we did? You and the rest of the idiots can wait until the New Year's show. Right now, we've got business to tend to. [And just like that, Bo walks away. Duane Henry dutifully follows, while Cletus Lee stares daggers at Mark. Mark backs off, and Cletus Lee leaves, the slightest hint of a chuckle escaping his mouth.] MS: I had completely forgotten how much I hate interviewing those guys. [Mark sighs.] ************ The Antons --- [Cut to backstage at the DeSoto Civic Center where Alex Anton is sitting on one of those black production trunks, while his brother, Nick, paces in front of him. They are both still in their wrestling gear, although Nick has the straps of his singlet off his shoulders.] AA: Casanova... You pride yourself on being a smart man, the mastermind behind Playboy Enterprises, as it were... But your actions tonight make me wonder if Big Mama isn't both the beauty AND the brains behind your little outfit. See, it's one thing to blame us for Playboy Enterprises not making much of an impact on the show tonight... It's quite another for you and your pal, Dick, to have done the stupid thi- NA: [Stopping dead in his tracks and turning to the camera.] BASS! Whatever that slug whispers in your ear, I want you to be clear on two things! First! You threw the first blow tonight! Second! You might think we're even... You might think this is over after tonight... But THIS is FAR from OVER!!! [Nick slapping his hand across the top of the trunk as he walks away is enough to jolt Alex to his feet. He shakes his head as he watches his brother go, then turns to the camera.] AA: Johnny... Dick... See what you've done? Told you it's stupid. [He shrugs as we cut to...] ***************** Skywalker Jones --- [Backstage, Skywalker Jones and his entourage are in a tizzy, still shocked by the turn of events in the Steal the Spotlight match. Buford P. Higgins is the first to notice the camera, running right up to it, waving his arms and shouting.] BPH: That was a farce! A CONSPIRACY! A C-O-N...spiracy! We gonna' take it to Congress! To the Senate! To the Supreme Court! To Barack _and_ Michelle Obama! Ain't no way that decision's gonna' stand! [Jones pulls Buford away from the camera and shoves him into Hercules Hammonds, who holds the ring announcer back.] SJ: Check yourself! We gotta' stay calm about this! [He waits for Higgins to cool off, before turning his attention to the camera.] SJ: You saw it, didn't you!? You all saw it, right? Jeffrey Jagger and his crooked daddy cheated me out there! BPH[Shouting in the background]: Ain't no justice in this world, playa'! SJ: Little man, Skywalker Jones already knew you were a sore loser, but he never knew you were a straight-up cheater! If you think Skywalker Jones is gonna' let you get away with this, then you're wrong! This ain't over, little man! This ain't over by a long shot! [And with that, Jones stalks off, followed closely behind by Hammonds and a still livid Buford P. Higgins.] **************** Jeremiah King --- [Jeremiah King is on the phone. He's still wearing his suit from earlier. He's on his cellphone.] JK: Oh yes, yes. I'm VERY interested. Uh huh. Uh huh. Well... I'll have my legal team fax over the contracts. Yes. Uh huh, yes. I like the sound of that. Look over the documents and get them back to me pronto. Yep. I look forward to our future relationship as well. [King hangs the phone up and puts it into his pocket. He rubs his hands together ala Mr. Burns.] JK: Excellent. [Fade out.] ***************** "Red Hot" Rex Summers -------- [Fade up backstage, where an overjoyed Buddy Morton is dumping a bottle of champagne over the head of the man still wearing the PCW championship belt, "Red Hot" Rex Sumers. Still wearing his tights, the sweat and champagne cascade down his sculpted chest and abs.] BM: YES! YES! We told you! We told you all! RS: [rubbing the bubbly out of his eyes] I can't be defeated! Still your _REAL_ world champion, the tenth wonder of the world... the sexiest man in professional wrestling... The Lynch Family's worst nightmare. [breathes in] Travvie, I used you like I used your easy sister. BM: I hear that girl's like a protractor... Good at every angle! RS: You learned, just like you learned last time, [breathes in] that I am the champion for a reason. And pretty soon the rest of the AWA, from Dufresne all the way down to lowly Juan Vasquez, are going to learn that lesson too. [Fade.] ********* Violence Unlimited ---- [We open up to Violence Unlimited backstage. The now, former National Tag Team champions are still in their wrestling attire as we see Jackson Haynes is seated on a bench, holding an icepack to his head. Danny Morton is kneeling beside his tag team partner as the camera catches the two in the middle of a conversation.] DM: I still can't believe they cost us the titles, Jack. JH: Those bastards...those damn bast-... [Suddenly, Haynes looks up, noticing the camera. His eyes grow wide as his expression turns into one of inconsolable rage.] JH: GET THAT DAMN CAMERA OUTTA' MY FACE!!! WE AIN'T GOT NOTHIN' SAY TO ANY OF YOU! [Haynes gets to his feet, making a beeline for the cameraman, as Morton chases after him, realizing what's about to happen.] JH: GET OUT! GET OUT!!! [The cameraman quickly backs up, trying to get out of there as fast as his feet can carry him. The last shot is of Danny Morton pulling an enraged Haynes back...] JH: GET OUUUUUUT!!! *SLAAAAM!* [...as he kicks the door shut. Fade out.] *************** Travis Lynch ---- [The camera fades in and we can hear the gruff voice of Blackjack Lynch saying "to My Boys!", followed by a loud series of HEAR HEAR! The camera pans about the locker room, which is obviously that of the Lynch family, we see empty champagne bottles, puddles of champagne on the floor, where one has too assume it poured over the Lynch brothers heads. As the camera continues to pan a metallic thud can be heard just off to the side. The camera turns towards the sound and Travis Lynch is now seen sitting on a wooden bench, his head tilted back resting on the locker behind him, his eyes are closed. He's wearing a plain black t-shirt, which clings to his muscluar torso and a pair of blue jeans. His trademark cowboy boots rest upon the floor in front of him.] Cameraman: Hey Travis ... Travis ... can we get a word from you? [Travis remains where he is and speaks.] TL: You can have two words. [Immediately Travis' words are censored by a muted sound level. A long sigh comes forth from Travis as he opens his eyes and slowly looks in the direction of the cameraman.] TL: I'm sorry ... that's not who I am ... that was the frustration. [Travis smirks at the cameraman, in an attempt to lighten the mood a bit. Travis grabs his left wrist with his right hand and slowly massages it a bit. He gazes at his hand as he begins to speak once again.] TL: It seems like a good, strong hand doesn't iT? But somehow Rex Summers once again slipped from its grasp and with it slipped away the night Blackjack dreamed of since my brothers and I entered the AWA. [Off in the distance another series of cheers from the celebration are heard and Travis flashes a proud smile.] TL: At least he got a portion of his dream ... Oh don't get me wrong I'm proud of Jack and James, in a span of only a few months they won the Stampede Cup and now are the Tag Team Champions. [Another smile comes across the face of Travis, one loaded with pride, and just as quickly as it came it fades.] TL: At the Stampede Cup I took the fight to Rex Summers and had the PCW Championship in my grasp only to have it stolen away ... so tonight, when I stood across the ring from him I knew had a great shot to bring the PCW Championship back home to the Lynches. [Travis stares at his left hand once again.] TL: I can still see the claw wrapped around the skull of Rex ... can still see his eyes registering that the end is near ... but all I feel is disappointment in myself. Disappointment that I let Jack and James down ... that I let dad down ... the fans and all of Texas ... I let them all down ... [Travis lowers his head and as he continues to speak his voice becomes softer.] TL: I couldn't bring the PCW Championship back home ... out of the clutches of a man who tarnishes it's legacy day in and day out ... [Travis shakes his head to the side to side and once again looks at the camera.] TL: Rex, that gold belt, it belongs to the Lynches and I WILL bring it home! You see Rex, there will be a day when we stand across the ring from one another and you won't be able to run ... won't be able to be counted out or find a yet another way to get yourself disqualified. [A stern looks comes across the chiseled features of Travis' face.] TL: This disappointment I'm feeling Rex ... well I don't like it one bit ... I don't like sitting as it eats me away ... I should be in there with my family. [Travis motions towards the sounds of the celebration.] TL: Rex, the next time we stand in an AWA ring across from one another ... I'm damn certain I will not have this feeling when the bell rings for the final time. [Fade.] ********** Robert Donovan --- [Cut to the back, where a slightly battered yet very pleased Longhorn Heritage champion is seated on a plain steel folding chair. The grin on his face is a mile wide despite getting knocked around. The Longhorn Heritage title belt is still firmly in the big man's grasp as he looks up, noticing the camera.] RD: Hell of a night, huh? [Donovan chuckles briefly, leaning back in the chair.] RD: First, I feed the big man a mouthful o' steel chair, drop 'im with Casey's favorite move, and guarantee Louis Matsui the worst night o' his life in the very near future...an' then, later on, when it seemed like the night was gonna end in the worst way possible...the champ returns. [Donovan smirks.] RD: Bet you thought you were real damn clever, Dufresne, thought you were about to get rid of anyone an' everyone that was a threat to you and your belt, an' then the one guy you thought you sidelined for good shows up and decks your sorry ass. In case you're wonderin' how things go from here, Dufresne, here's a hint: It doesn't get much better. Now you got any number o' guys breathin' down your neck, an' every single one of 'em is willin' an able to take you down an' take that strap off your waist. [Donovan laughs.] RD: Your days as 'champion' are numbered, Dufresne, and there ain't a damn thing you can do about it but run an' hide...an' you can't hide forever, amigo. Sooner or later, he's gonna catch you an' he's got one hell of a receipt lyin' in wait. [The big man continues laughing as the shot fades.] *************** Rick Marley ---- [The camera cuts to an AWA backdrop, in front of which stands a visibly angry "Showtime" Rick Marley. The dark haired cruiserweight is glaring ahead as Jason Dane stands next to him, mic in hand.] JD: "Showtime" Rick Marley,that had to be a heartbreaking loss that you suffered earlier tonight at the hands of James Mono-- [Marley holds up a finger in front of Dane's face.] RM: Pull that over, Jason Dane. No way, no how. Monosso promised the world that he was gonna lay me out...that he was gonna leave me crippled. Is that what he did? JD: He-- RM: NO. It took the ropes and a hand full of tights for him to sneak out of the arena with a cheap win tonight...the exact sort of thing he always said didn't matter...the sort of thing that goes against everything that he claims he wants to do in there. You see Jase, the fact is that Monosso learned something tonight: He learned that he CAN'T beat me the way that he said he could...so, whether it's a win or a loss on the scorecard, I answered the questions I had about him. JD: You had him set up for a Limelight over the steel barrier and chose not to hit the move. Can you tell the fans at home what you were thinking at that moment. [Marley looks at him, his anger fading to something else...possibly shame.] RM: I...yeah. I was tempted to put an end to him once and for all. To raise the payback level to biblical proportions...but I didn't want to end up as another Preston. [Jason Dane looks surprised.] JD: Preston? What do you mean by-- RM: Don't play, Jase. Preston went to war with Monsosso. Those two just kept upping the ante until they had a match that ended with both of them looking like hamburger. It took tons of time, wore him down and in the end, Preston just proved that Monosso was right...not about their specific rivalry, but about the business itself: the only way to deal with someone like him is to up the ante until it stops being a sport and starts wandering into the realm of snuff films in progress. JD: That's interesting insight... RM: I wish I could say it was mine. Dad was watching tonight and gave a call. He pointed out that Monosso ate up a whole YEAR of Eric Preston's life...and what did he get out of it? Monosso's gonna go on to challenge for the National Title...what's Preston got? JD: He-- RM: EXACTLY. A spin the wheel match with a lunatic. He attracts them like flies now. Doesn't seem like much of a win to me, Jase. I told all the folks at home, and I'll tell you again in case you forgot: I'm here in AWA to bring some flash back...to give the folks a show and let 'em have some fun...so Monosso? Thanks but no thanks, nut-job. You're gonna have to pretend that the 'win' you picked up is enough for the voices in your head. Me? I think I hear a a certain title calling out for some help. It's bored and needs a better show. [Marley smiles, winks at the camera and moves off...] ********* Count Adrian Bathwaite --- [We see chryon on the screen that reads "DURING THE NATIONAL TITLE MATCH". We are backstage, and the cameraman is walking quietly towards a door with a sign taped to it that reads "AWA MANAGEMENT - AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY". Raised voices can be heard as the door is open a crack...] Count Adrian Bathwaite: WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT CAN'T HAPPEN TONIGHT?! [A voice answers him, much calmer and lower pitched.] CAB: YOU NEEDLE-NECKED SERF, I DON'T CARE WHAT DUFRENSE'S LAWYERS SAY! WE ONLY WANT THE MATCH IF THAT PAINTED-UP CLOWN SUPERNOVA WINS! HE STILL HASN'T PAID FOR WHAT HE DID TO ME! [Another response that is too muffled to hear from out here.] CAB: BUT THE CONTRACT DOESN'T STIPULATE THAT! THERE'S NOTHING ABOUT A GRACE PERIOD OR ADVANCE NOTICE! [ANother response.] CAB: IMPLIED?! IMPLIED YOUR FILTHY BUM! LEGALITY ISN'T PREDICATED ON IMPLICATION! IT STATES "THE PARTICIPANTS AND STIPULATIONS OF THE MATCH WILL BE DETERMINED BY THE CONTRACT HOLDER, WHO MAY SCHEDULE THE MATCH ON ANY PROGRAM SANCTIONED BY THE AWA SO LONG AS ALL PARTICIPANTS ARE SCHEDULED TO BE AT THAT EVENT." [And another respone, with a shraper tone of voice.] CAB: RUBBISH! YOUR PEOPLE 'SCHEDULE' MATCHES IN THE MIDDLE OF EVENTS ALL THE TIME! JIM WATKINS DID IT EVERY BLOODY WEEK! MY LAWYERS WILL HAVE YOU IN COURT, AND WE'LL HAVE OUR MATCH ON OUR TERMS... AND IF SUPERNOVA WINS TONIGHT, WE'LL FILE SUIT! [The door flings open, and an angry Count Adrian Bathwaite storms out of the office.] CAB: OUT OF MY WAY, YOU DIRTY PEASANT! [He swings his cane, and the cameraman ducks it... we cut to static.] ********** Paul Von Braun ---- ["RECORDED EARLIER TONIGHT" appears on the bottom of the screen. We're backstage in the DeSoto Center where AWA Security has amassed. We see Scott Von Braun being loaded into an ambulance. We see his wife being helped into the ambulance by Brian, who also steps up into the ambulance. Paul is next to the ambulance, pointing and yelling at Jon Stegglet.] PVB: You knew about this! You set him up! [Von Braun continues to point threateningly at Stegglet.] PVB: There's no control this damned organization! Look what happened to Alex Martinez tonight! Look at what happened to Juan Vasquez in July! You can't control your own wrestlers! They may not do anything about it, but we will! [He continues pointing.] PVB: You'll be hearing from our lawyer, Jon. We're going to pursue every legal recourse we can! We're going to DEMAND the AWA be boycotted for this atrocious act! [Von Braun turns on his heel and makes his way to the ambulance. He climbs in and the doors are shut. Fade out.] ************* Louis Matsui ---- [Backstage at the DeSoto Civic Center, following the events of SuperClash, we find Jason Dane.] JD: [In a hushed tone.] Folks, conspicuous by their absence in the massive brawl at the end of tonight's show were MAMMOTH Mizusawa and his manager. I'm going to try and get a few words right now from Louis Matsui... [He approaches Matsui, who looks somewhat out of it. His jacket is unbuttoned, his tie undone, his collar askew, and he has a blank stare on his bespectacled face. It looks as if he's been wandering the corridors in a daze since Mizusawa's match against Donovan.] JD: Louis... [No response. Not even a flicker of realization.] JD: [Soldiering on.] Louis, we didn't see MAMMOTH in that big brawl near the end of SuperClash. And how come you weren't out there directing the forces of evil alongside your cohorts like Ben Waterson and Percy Childes? LM: [Staring straight ahead.] Five minutes in the ring with Donovan... Vasquez is back? And all because of what I did on July fourth? I had a part to play in all that? JD: Um, yes, er... Speaking of Mizusawa, where is your client anyway? LM: [Snapping out of it.] Huh? What? Oh... He's... Somewhere... He's got some thinking to do... We all do... And planning! We cannot let Donovan do whatever it is he's thinking of doing to me! My client will not allow that brute to get his filthy paws on me! I've got plans to make... Plans! And calls! Calls, too... I'll offer him a gift... That's it! I'll make him a peace offering! I've got to go... Stegglet! I've got to talk to him... [Still raving, Matsui wanders off, leaving a very bewildered Jason Dane.] ***************** The Lynches ---- "WHOOOO!" [A celebration is going on as we cut back to the locker rooms after a historic night in professional wrestling. The _new_ AWA tag team champions, Jack and James Lynch still dressed in their wrestling gear have just escaped a champagne bath from their peers. The two men are full of smiles as they make their way away from the party with tag team gold around their waist to give a few minutes on camera. James is the first to speak.] JL: What a night! A true battle between two of the top tag teams in the world. First off, Violence Unlimited you two are indeed two of the toughest son of a guns we have ever wrestled. When you two are done getting some justice on the Bishop Boys ... We know you two deserve a rematch. You know where to find us. [James nods with excitement in his voice.] JL: Tonight we take the tag team gold back to Texas! We entered the AWA with honor and respect the way our father always taught us. We entered the AWA with our share of critics. All eyes were on my brothers and I waiting to find out if we could live up to our last name. Well tonight _these_ ... [James unstrap's the AWA tag team championship from around his waist and raises it high in the air with his right hand.] JL: Prove that the Lynches are here to stay in the AWA! [Cut to Jack who’s wiping champagne off his face. Shaking some of the suds out of his hair, he deposits his black cowboy hat over his matted hair.] JL: Texas Wrestling Royalty... [A grin from Jack.] JL: Ain’t just a catchphrase no more, is it? Jimmy and I? We’re at the top of the _best_ tag team division in wrestlin’. I said we were the best, and now, we got the Cup and the belts to prove it. This belts are ours. We won ‘em. Yes, we owe VU a shot, and as Jimmy said, we’ll be happy to pay up. But from now on, if you want these belts? You gotta come and try to take ‘em. And believe me boys, it’ll be easier said than done. This are our belts. And Jimmy and I? Well, we ain’t lost a tag match in AWA yet. I don’t see that changin’ anytime soon. We are the new National Tag Team champions. And we will be for a long time. [The brothers share a hug, and then turn around, heading back to the celebration.] ************* Stevie Scott ---- [Cut to Stevie Scott sitting alone in a dressing room in the back halls of the DeSoto Civic Center. Still in his ring attire, he is unlacing his boots and, despite not having the most stellar of evenings, he doesn't look too upset. He's not grinning, but he does look relatively smug.] HSS: Yeah, so I didn't win the Steal The Spotlight match. [A shrug.] HSS: But neither did THE GREATEST NATIONAL CHAMPEEN OF ALL TIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMEEEEE! [Stevie deliberately rolls his eyes, then shakes his head.] HSS: Broussard, I'm not entirely sure what your obsession is with me. I imagine it's because you've got that hanger-on Ben Waterson whispering in your ear. "You're the best, Marcus! You're the best! The greatest National Champion ever! Can I massage your buttocks?" [The two-time National Champion chuckles at his own joke.] HSS: You may have pinned me tonight, Marco, but the _real_ loser isn't yours truly. Because to put me out, it took you, Waterson and additional leverage that Johnny Jagger was too blind to see. Hey, it happens, and if the tables were turned, I'd have done the same thing. But you? [Stevie pauses, taking a deep breath...] HSS: OW! OW! OW! THE CAMEL CLUTCH HURTS SOOOOO BAAAAAAD! I GIVE UP! I QUUUIIIIIITTTTT! [Steviesmirk~!] HSS: But really, none of us should be surprised should we? That's what you've always been, Marco, isn't it? A quitter. [Fade.] ***************** Eric Preston --- [The camera flicks on, with the words “AFTER SUPERCLASH” flicking on the screen. Jason Dane stands with a microphone, tie undone, looking at a seated Eric Preston. Preston sits on the locker room bench, in jeans and a checkered black and white shirt, duffel bag at his side.] JD: Jason Dane here, hours after SuperClash, trying to get some final comments from the AWA competitors. Eric Preston, big win for your tonight, anything to say about Anton Layton and that wild match tonight? EP: No. I’m done. JD: Done? [Preston nods.] EP: Yeah, I’m done. I proved my point, I conquered my demons, I walked down every dark hallway. I’ve bled and I’ve sweat and I’ve earned my spot a thousand times over. And I’ve watched guys who have been in the AWA for half as long as me receiving title shots and challenging for major championships. While I’m still waiting for my first. [Preston looks up at Dane from his seat.] EP: I’m an athlete. I’m a world class, professional athlete. And 2011 was a heck of a year for me, I’m proud of everything I accomplished. It was a banner year. But 2012 will be a golden year. [Eric nods again, happy being succinct.] EP: Happy thanksgiving. ********** Percy Childes ---- [In the parking lot, after SuperClash. Wearing a thick navy-blue double-breasted jacket to protect himself from the elements, "The Colector Of Oddities" Percy Childes stands by. He is leaning on his crystal-tipped cane, and giving a nasty leer.] PC: Tonight, it began in earnest. The law of nature always applies: evolve or die. Adapt or be eaten. And Percy Childes is nothing if not adaptable. I have extended my reach into the realm of tag teams, thanks to my nephew Steven finally coing to see the truth. Steven Childes will carry the Childes name to new heights, and his excellent partner Daniel Tyler will found his own family legacy, if he so desires. They are the finest tag team in the sport of professional wrestling today, and now that they possess the gift of perspective, they will go on to a long and glorious championship reign. Meanwhile, the name and legacy of the Von Brauns lies buried in the muck. They are defeated, destroyed, or (worst of all) exiled to the desert. It is the Aces who stand astride the Fertile Crescent of professional wrestling. The Holy Land. It is Dallas that is the Mecca of the day. And over the months to come, undoubtedly we'll see many entertaining brawls with the clumsy strongmen and the unskilled rednecks. Once they have finished with each other, we'll happily expose them. But first, we will establish the true family legacy of wrestling. The Childes legacy, and now the brand new Tyler legacy. It is we who are the new standard-bearers of tradition. Not your relics of the past. Not your Longhorn heritage, or Extreme hertigae, or Ultimate heritage, or Universal heritage. And DEFINITELY not your Texas local yokels. [Pecry holds up the crystal ball of his cane and laughs.] PC: Ah, yes, and what of the mad Monosso? He has a message to give, bt it will not be given now. No, no, I will help him... filter his thoughts to a useable form. On the next Saturday Night Wrestling, he will address the world. And most importantly, he will address the roster of the AWA. Whether you are a minor talent, or whether you fancy yourself an untouchable legend, you would be wise to listen to what James Monosso has to say. The life you save just might be your very own. [A white limosuine pulls up. The back window rolls down, and we see the face of Stevie Childes peering out.] SC: Hop in, Uncle Percy. These losers have wasted enough of your time. PC: Yes, I believe they have, at that. [Percy enters the limo, and we cut...] ************** William Craven --- [Fade in on the back hallway of the Crockett Coliseum shortly after Superclash 3 has reached it's end. William Craven, the green-skinned beast is being escorted from the building by over a dozen security guards. Splattered with blood from Alex Martinez, the man whose career he may have ended tonight, Bill glares around himself as if to seek an avenue of escape from his captors. From off-camera runs a fleet figure; Jason Dane. Dane presses among the security guys who neither inhibit nor assist him in reaching his quarry.] JD: Mister Craven! Mister Craven! People want to know why you did what you did! Why hound Alex Martinez for over a year!? What is the history between you two? [Craven stops momentarily as three members of security try to prod him on. Looking to Dane he just shakes his head before starting to walk again.] JD: Mister Craven, please, the fans want to know! Alex Martinez may have been retired tonight, by you, and the people just want to know why. WC: WHY!? [At that shout security presses back in on Bill.] WC: Why don't you do a little research, "broadcast journalist"? Throw yourself headlong into that series of tubes they call the internet and cross-reference my name with that of Martinez and "The Empire"! [Craven is jostled as security continues to press Bill towards the exit.] WC: I could forgive some random wrestling fanatic on the street demanding an explanation but you--YOU ... are supposed to know better! [And Craven is on the move again.] JD: What--what's next, Craven? You've been ejected, seemingly fired if you ever worked here at all. Where will you go? WC: My contract was signed by proxy and the provisions set in stone little man. Worry not for my fate ... mine is the only one assured of peace come morning. GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME! Let me breathe! [Shoving several men away from his physical form Craven brushes imaginary dirt from his chest and one shoulder.] WC: And what is next? I've made a career out of circumventing conventions and shattering standards. If I have to peel Jon Stegglet and wear his skin know that I will be back again ... and sooner than you think. It! Gets! Wooorrrse! [His voice trailing off in the distance as he departs the scene, Bill leaves a very confused Jason Dane in his wake.] JD: Peel Jon Stegglet...? Is that guy even for real? [Cut!] ********** Supernova ---- [We cut backstage to what appears to be the trainer's room. It's here we find Supernova, still dressed in his wrestling tights, the black and yellow face paint mostly gone, much of it having worn off after his grueling match with Calisto Dufresne. He is seated on the trainer's table, his leg propped up and his knee wrapped with an ice pack on top.] S: Calisto, you may have gotten the win tonight. You may still be the AWA National champion. And you may have done a number on my knee. But there are some things you didn't do. You didn't break my pride. You didn't break my spirit. And you certainly didn't finish me off! [He grimaces a bit -- apparently the knee is bothering him.] S: The pain in my knee will go away... that's only temporary. But, as they say, pride last forever and that certainly how it is with me. And for you to say what went down is all on me... oh no, Calisto. It's all on you... and sooner or later, it will catch up to you. And while I know a lot of guys are lining up to get their shot at you, and I know guys like Juan Vasquez, Stevie Scott, Robert Donovan and a host of others would love to be the one to finally bring you down... I'm expecting to be the one who does that eventually. But whether or not I am the one who brings you down, I can promise you this: You _will_ be brought down! [Fade out.] *************** Calisto Dufresne ---- [The camera fades in to a shot of a panic-stricken Calisto Dufresne hustling through the depths of the arena still clad in his wrestling attire; the National Title clutched tightly to his chest. The look on his face is one of pure terror. He brushes by the camera crew, mumbling to himself.] CD: He's crazy. He's crazy! [He bursts through the double doors where a limousine is waiting. He hustles to the rear door, throwing it open and dives in the vehicle; his voice trailing back from within.] CD: GO! GO! GO! Get me the Hell out of here! [The tires on the car squeal in protest and the limo pulls off through the parking garage as we fade to black.] ****************** Juan Vasquez --- [We see Juan Vasquez walking backstage, as an excited Jason Dane rushes right up to him.] JD: Juan! Juan! Do you have anything to say about what we saw out there, tonight? What are your plans? Are you out for revenge? Are you going after Matsui Corp? After Marcus Broussard? Are you going to try to reclaim the National title??? [In the six months since he's been gone, Juan's appearance has changed. He now sports a short buzzcut and a bit of a five o' clock shadow. 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| BigPoppaBuyrate | Dec 22 2011, 09:03 PM Post #2 |
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The Lynches celebratory promo struck me as... odd. Sure, they paid lip service to the former champs and said they deserve a rematch but that doesn't change the fact that they just were HANDED the titles by an interfering team. Shouldn't they be a little fired up about that as well? Shouldn't they be pissed they didn't get to win the titles on their own? Obviously, they would be excited to be the champs but as the milk-drinking, baby-kissing faces that they are, I expected a little more outrage at how it went down. |
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| Overly_Critical_Jue | Dec 22 2011, 09:21 PM Post #3 |
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Like the tag-line says...they're delusional! Although, I think this does give VU ample material to use whenever a rematch goes down. |
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| sychosys | Dec 22 2011, 09:26 PM Post #4 |
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Former tag champs don't get rematches in the AWA. |
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| Overly_Critical_Jue | Dec 22 2011, 09:37 PM Post #5 |
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Amigo, I ain't anybody but Juan Vasquez!
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The lame ones, anyway. 
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| ratrangerm | Dec 22 2011, 09:59 PM Post #6 |
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I have to agree with Blue. The Lynches should have been pretty peeved about The Bishop Boys getting involved, talking about how they won fair and square at the Stampede Cup, but not this time around and that VU deserves a rematch. The others were well done... well, except for that spotlight hog Supernova. He needs to cool it with the howling already! 
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| sychosys | Dec 23 2011, 08:38 AM Post #7 |
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Seeing as the Donovan/MAMMOTH match played such an obvious homage to Hogan/Andre at Wrestlemania III, I was surprised that Matsui didn't play up the phantom three count like Bobby Heenan did. |
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| Codered | Dec 23 2011, 10:06 AM Post #8 |
The Luther Burger
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Fair enough on the Lynches RP. I take the credit for the failure, I started the RP and Dave ran with it. I guess I wanted to play up the whole NWA - faces style post match deal. I remembered the cheap win, but I assumed that VU was headed one direction while we were towards the Aces. And in classic pro-wrestling nature I tried to keep things respectful yet in a celebration mood. Cough it up as a failed attempt! 
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| JeremyS | Dec 23 2011, 11:13 AM Post #9 |
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!
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You COUGHED up an RP?  
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| Codered | Dec 23 2011, 11:18 AM Post #10 |
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Yeah ... it sure read as such! 
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| Mozeart | Dec 23 2011, 12:05 PM Post #11 |
Sheik-ee, Sheik-ee, give me your answer do...
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Did you mean "Chalk it up to"? |
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| Overly_Critical_Jue | Dec 23 2011, 12:11 PM Post #12 |
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Hey, if the Lynches ever turn heel, they can be delusional Kurt Angle-types that hype up their accomplishments while ignoring what actually happened. James: I'd like to thank Juan Vasquez for a great match, but forget that...I'M AWA NATIONAL CHAMPION!!!! JD: But how can you be proud of that? He was brutally beaten by 99% of the roster! [He holds up the belt.] James: CHAMPION!!! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! |
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| Codered | Dec 23 2011, 12:20 PM Post #13 |
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Hahaha ... Celebration for all! |
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| sychosys | Dec 25 2011, 02:00 AM Post #14 |
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It wasn't just the Lynches, as they had "just escaped a champagne bath from their peers" So everyone was just too happy at the thought of getting the belts off of VU to care about the way it was done.
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