[bannedsycho] THE WESTWEGO REDEMPTION!!!

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[bannedsycho] THE WESTWEGO REDEMPTION!!!; YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!
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sychosys	Mar 25 2012, 04:12 PM Post #1
This Space For Rent Posts: 4,192 Group: Super Members Member #300 Joined: March 18, 2008	[A grainy, kind of dark picture with a background static sound that the viewer is eventually able to make out as rainfall, passing cars, and stifled laughter. The image is a jumpy close-up of the deep, intense gaze of Joe Petrow, with wet, slicked back hair and water still dripping off of his nose, and who appears to be shining a flashlight on himself.] JP: [speaking sort of loudly to overcome the background noise] Tonight's story REALLY IS somewhat unique, and calls for a different kind of introduction... [Petrow slips into a nasal imitation of the imitable voice of announcer Phil Watson] JP: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match that finished approximately...eight minutes ago [more background snickers, as the camera image moves, showing that the video is taking place inside of a moving car, to the back of the head of the driver of the vehicle]...coming to you courtesy of the backup iPhone, speeding away from [A brilliant flash of light, followed soon after by the CRAAACOWWW!!!! sound of thunder]...speeding away from the podunk town of Westwego, Louisiana, in a rented Lexus driven by "The Professional" Dave Cooper, a man who's had his license suspended three times already... DC: HEY! JP: ...but is nonetheless extremely effective at everything else he does in life... [The camera shifts away again...to a shot that takes a second to focus...but the flashlight shows a closeup look at an ornate gold plate, below which is another gold plate reading "CALISTO DUFRESNE"...and the head of a flathead screwdriver, working under the edges of that plate, to pry it off.] JP: ...anyway, as announced in Westwego, the winner of that match...and [comically deep breath] NEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! AWA NATIONAL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! [The one side of the nameplate snaps off, leaving a gnawed hole and a dangling plate.] JP: THE UNDEFEATED, UNDISPUTED, HALL OF FAME KING OF WRESTLING...well, champ, you deserve the honors! [The camera and flashlights shift up and catch the face of Mark Langseth for the first time in six months. His longish blonde hair is gone, in favor of a short regular cut. Otherwise, his face shows the same disgusted and entitled look as when last seen - even moreso from the angle of the phone's light.] ML: Isn't this just sad, AWA? Isn't THIS - [Langseth flicks at the swinging "Calisto Dufresne" plate.] ML: Just... sad? It didn't have to be this way. This - [Langseth thrusts the title belt forward, giving an extreme close-up of the mangled nameplate area.] ML: Didn't have to happen. THIS title - RIGHT NOW - didn't have to happen, THIS way! If you had just given me MY proper and DUE respect! And HANDED me my RIGHTFUL title match when I DEMANDED it instead of trying to silence me... Trying to silence Royalty... [Langseth pulls back the title from the iPhone cam.] ML: There's a reason I haven't said anything in the past six months and it's not cause Jim Watkins or the pack of lawyers the AWA's been sending to Joe, to Dave, and to myself on a weekly basis have shut me up. But what good has it done, huh? What good has trying to erase me from AWA history - from WRESTLING history - been, when my name is STILL in the back of everyone's mind? STILL on the cusp of everyone's lips? [Langseth lets out a devilish grin as he holds up the title in his left hand and the screwdriver in his right.] ML: So behold, AWA! This is what you get! The Hall of Famer, a LEGEND before your eyes! FREE from the short, stubby arms of Jim Watkins' hillbilly law! I SAY what I want, DO what I want, WHEN I want! [Langseth gives the belt one last whack, causing the golden Dufresne name to fall down to the car floor, letting out a pathetic "PING!"] ML: I AM your NATIONAL. CHAMPION! And tonight? This? It's not the culmination of my wrath for Royalty's treatment over the past six months... It's only the beginning. [The image sways as Petrow turns the phone back to himself.] JP: Now, this is the part where I'd like to thank my followers for their support...but the fact is you didn't do a goddamned thing for us! All you did was prove just what a crock this "social media" crap really is! It's just a bunch of fatasses swapping trivial details of their meaningless lives and pretending that they're making a difference. While great men are out there actually doing things to change the world for the better! Men like Dave Cooper! A man who selflessly went back to the hellhole of the AWA, suffering the filthy locker rooms, the drab conversations of his so-called "peers", all the while looking for anything that he could find that might help us. Dave, anything you want to say to our friends in Dallas? [The camera pans back to the back of the head of Dave Cooper, still driving the Lexus, who says his piece without looking back] DC: Since this is our channel and not the AWA's, I get to speak my mind as I please. I told everyone that nobody in the AWA could compare to Mark Langseth. I told everyone that only Joe Petrow had the backbone to truly go to bat for the men he represents -- and he's been doing just that even as the AWA keeps trying to silence him. Tonight, we took the first step in ensuring Royalty takes its rightful place atop the wrestling world -- when I knew weather might prevent certain individuals from being present at the show, I knew this was the opening we needed to serve notice to the entire AWA. Now, men like Calisto Dufresne and Robert Donovan have no choice but to admit that Royalty are their betters. Because the man who deserves to be the AWA National champion for so long is now the very holder of that belt and there's not a damn thing the AWA can do about it! As far as that strap match with Yuma Weaver is concerned -- I already whipped his ass once and have nothing more to prove to him. But if anybody in the AWA wants to come looking for me and try to make me answer for what went down tonight, I'm not a hard man to find. [Petrow yells over Cooper: "You're just a hard man to beat!"] You just aren't gonna find me on an AWA show until Watkins and company learn they better recognize, respect and reinstate Mark Langseth and Joe Petrow -- and that is the end of the discussion. [The camera turns back to Joe Petrow, with the calm, serene look of a man who has had the weight of the world lifted from his shoulders.] JP: Wrestlerock, All-Star Saturday, all the stupid precedents that the AWA has been setting, they've all come back to bite them in the ass! Of course, even when Dave called me to say that Dufresne might give us our opening, I still had my doubts...no, not that Mr. Langseth would win such a match, that was a given! I had my doubts that even Calisto Dufresne was dumb enough to fall into the same trap that he himself set up. But I trusted the intelligence work of The Professional. And I swallowed my pride, convinced Mr. Langseth to swallow his pride, and we slithered in the shadows of the tour, waiting for our chance. And so we waited in Oklahoma City. We waited in St. Louis. We waited in Jackson! And finally, in our last shot in Westwego, the Perfect Storm hit! Lightning, flash floods, hail the size of golf balls, none of that was going to keep us from doing everything in our power to be there for any opportunity we could take! Mr. Jim Watkins, it's so ironic. Ever since the original Superclash, you have ridiculed and disrespected the members of Royalty. For the past six months, you have even tried to erase us from history. But we've proven that the people you've tried your hardest to push away, were your best employees all along. Up until this moment, you still had a chance to make things right. All that you had to do was embrace the great! But the time for restitution is over. We don't need you to give us our respect anymore...because tonight, we have TAKEN it! And quite frankly, I'm not sure where and when is the next time you will see us. Maybe Mr. Langseth will take this belt to Phoenix. Or maybe Toronto. Maybe I'll get some backers together and take it to Portland. Or maybe...if a certain someone finds his grapefruits...you might even see us show up in LA! But the one place and time I guarantee that you WON'T see us is tomorrow night in Dallas! Or any other time in Dallas for that matter! So, while we do wish we could give our notice in person, this is the time for you to say your farewells. [Petrow shines the light and camera on a smirking Mark Langseth.] JP: Say goodbye to your champion. [Petrow shines the light and camera back on himself.] JP: Say goodbye to Joe Petrow. [Petrow shines the light and camera back to a full shot of the now nameless championship belt in Langseth's hands.] JP: And say goodbye...to the AWA National Championship. [The sound of rushing cars and pounding rain plays over the image of the AWA National Championship title for a few seconds...suddenly, the Hall of Fame ringed hand of Mark Langseth floats into the picture, flipping the bird at the camera.] JP: Happy Anniversary! [And the video abruptly stops.]



Overly_Critical_Jue	Mar 25 2012, 04:43 PM Post #2
Amigo, I ain't anybody but Juan Vasquez! Posts: 5,632 Group: Super Members Member #15 Joined: January 17, 2005	tl;dr

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