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NRWF Carnage: Week Five

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Reaper:
(The camera goes backstage to show Jericho Price standing in the corridor. He is staring intently at a notice board with the card for this week’s NRWF show. He runs his finger down the card and stops on Darrius King Vs Chance Delfino for the Heavyweight Championship.)

Price:”Is this supposed to be some sort of joke?”

(He turns his head towards the camera and glares into it with pure anger in his eyes.)

Price:”If anyone deserves a shot at King, it’s not that little Prick Delfino, it’s the Union Jackal. I don’t know who Chance had to nosh off to get this shot but he doesn’t belong in the main event. That spot should be mine. I’m the future of this company. They have a chance to create a new face of the NRWF after Revolver get’s put on the shelf and who do they pick? Chance Delfino.”

(Price spits on the ground in disgust before turning his attention back to the camera.)

Price:”Are the backstage staff here on crack or something? They want to pull in some major ratings and they put Delfino in the Main Event!? Everyone knows that spot belongs to me. I’m dead set on proving that. I’ll rip that little wanker’s head right off his shoulders just to prove my point.

I’m afraid all that having Delfino take on Darrius King is going to be an extreme drop in viewing figures. Delfino just doesn’t have what it takes to compete for the World title. He’s out of his depth here. And when everyone’s bored of seeing the wee prick get slapped around, they’re just going to change the channel. No one gives a shit about Chance Delfino!”

(Price rips the card off the notice board and throws it on the ground.)

Price:”All of the fans out there may not want to admit but I’m the guy they’re paying to see. That’s why it should be me taking on Darrius King tonight for the World title. And while Chance is going to fail miserably, I would kick King’s ass around the arena and take the world title. That championship belongs around my waist and one day soon it will be.

I should be the one in the Main Event and later tonight after I’ve destroyed Luke Blue. I’m going to show the world that the future of the NRWF is The Union Jackal, Jericho Price!!!”

(Price gives the camera a sadistic smirk before walking off down the corridor.)

M.D.K.:
(Lee Gardner’s music hits and Gardner comes down the ramp way slowly. As he does, the commentators discuss what happened the other week and maybe include some footage. When we return from the footage, Gardner is in the ring with a microphone.)

LG: “My mama used to tell me something when I was younger. She said that when somebody does something against you, it is unwise to react in haste and that the clever man is the one that bides his time. A couple of weeks ago, I had a run in with a certain Bones O Brien...”

(He pauses.)

LG: “And what he did to me gave me a little... Shall we say... Clarity? You see, men like Bones make a habit of getting what they want by force. Like power, control and things like my Hall of Fame ring.”

(He paces around the ring.)

LG: “Bones and his little hoochie think that they can go around the NRWF and take what they want off of who they want. Bones and that little hoe think that they can run around doing errands for cowards like Grant Goodson and can bully men like Jinx each and every week? They think that they can push men like me around? A couple of weeks ago, he saw fit to try and end my career... Not like a real man would in the centre of the ring but like some street thug in the back with whatever he had to hand. I needed stitches in my head...”

(He points to his hairline.)

LG: “... I needed to be scanned for concussions and I was poked, prodded and observed to make sure that there wasn’t any long lasting damage. I was lucky this time but it finally allowed something so snap inside me. For a long time, I thought I could rise above it and that I could ignore everything he did. As long as it was to me, I am big enough to stand up for myself but last week? What he did to Jinx? That crossed the line.”

“You can try everything in your power to stop me Bones but you see; I am old school tough. I am the type who knows everything there is to know on kicking ass and that you can’t go running roughshod over a place like NRWF.”

“I am sick of men like Bones who think that they can cause the shed of blood, sweat and tears for their own sick enjoyment. I am sick of the bullies, the thugs and the mercenary vandals that think they can get away with whatever the hell they like. But most of all... WORST of all... I am sick of Bones O Brien...”

(O’Brien’s music plays and Bones and Salem appear. They makes their way down to the ring and Bones allows Salem into the ring before stepping through himself. The pair go nose to nose straight away as Salem grabs a microphone.)

Salem: “You think you can just waltz out here and call me all kinds of names and then insult the TRUE living Legend Bones O’Brien? Do you think you have some right to take the high ground? Just who the hell...”

(Gardner holds his hand up barely an inch from her face, looks at her briefly before turning to Bones.)

LG: “Forgive me Miss, but I am talking to the organ grinder... Not his monkey.”

(Salem looks livid but Gardner gives her no time to react before addressing Bones.)

LG: “Tell me... Kip, we have both been in this business for a fair few years now and seen comings and goings and we sure as hell ain’t seen eye to eye over that time. But what exactly has that thing... (he points to Salem) got over you that she has your balls in a cup? How about you speak for yourself for a change?”

(Bones looks around for a minute as though contemplating whether to hit him or actually speak. He turns to Salem who looks at him for the signal but he simply takes the microphone off of her. He pauses for a moment before speaking.)

BOB: “You know Gardner, you are right, we have been around a long time and seen a lot of things in the time we have been in this business but the one thing you have missed out on is the difference between us. You see, the years have treated us differently. I see myself as a fine wine that has gotten better with age while you... You are just like a bottle of milk; you are old, you are stale and you should have been thrown out with the trash long ago.”

LG: “Oh really Kip...”

BOB: “Don’t you dare call me that...”

LG: “I’ll call you whatever the hell I like. For months now you have been baiting me, taunting me and beating me down. I have watched you bully your way through the roster just like earlier when you helped Goodson beat up Greg Anthony. I have watched it all and tried to bite my tongue but enough is enough.”

BOB: “And what the hell do you think you can do about it old man? Time and again you have tried to step up to me and time and again. Whether it’s in the ring or it’s elsewhere you have always come up second best against me. Nothing you can do will change that so if you wanna do it again old man then you had better be REAL SURE you wanna do this. Because at your age, I doubt you can take another beating from me.”

LG: “You threaten my legacy, you threaten my health and you threaten this ’old man’ one too many times and eventually they find their breaking point. Congratulations Bones, you and your pet tramp have found mine; RIGHT HERE... RIGHT NOW!”

(He pauses as he gets more impassioned.)

LG: “So if you wanna go some Bones, just like every time before and see if you are as lucky as you were last time then just bring it. Bring yourself, bring the floozy, bring whatever the hell you want Bones because you ain’t checking out of this situation like you have with others in the past.”

(They go nose to nose again and Bones snarls at Gardner as Salem screeches at Bones to hit Gardner. As they butt heads, Gardner puts the microphone to his lips.)

LG: “Come on big man! See how you fare against the man who has nothing to lose! See how you do against a man at breaking point!”

(Bones breaks off the clash and looks at Gardner who has an almost possessed look in his eyes. He holds his arms wide to challenge Bones who slowly walks backwards dragging Salem with him. She shouts at him as to why he is backing off as we cut to a commercial.)

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