Post by Deleted on May 28, 2016 15:23:30 GMT -5
Scene opens to Apocalypse's home in St. Petersburg, Florida. It's a hot, humid day as temperatures slowly rise with summer soon to take effect. We see Apocalypse and Nightmare out in the backyard by the pool kicking back and drinking orange juice.
Apocalypse: Ah this is the life! The suns beaming down, I got some good oj (no pulp of course), and enjoying the company of the most beautiful woman in the world.
Nightmare: Aw thanks babe... You sure you want this to end?
Apocalypse takes another sip of orange juice.
Apocalypse: Want what to end?
Nightmare: All this, kicking back at home enjoying the warm weather and the company of yours truly.
Apocalypse is distracted as his eyes drift to Nightmare's chest whose wearing a plaid bikini. Nightmare smacks him to get his attention.
Apocalypse: Ouch! What was that for?
Nightmare: Was you even listening to me?
Apocalypse chuckles as he rubs his arm.
Apocalypse: Yes baby, I was listening to you, and no I don't want this to end...
Nightmare: Why do I feel a but coming on?
Apocalypse starts to get distracted again as his eyes veer down to Nightmare's butt. Nightmare pops him again.
Apocalypse: Hahaha ow!
Nightmare: (laughs) I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you here.
Apocalypse: Alright sorry. But I have this desire to lace up my boots again and actually do a proper run in WCF to see what I'm made of. And the way I figured this new era was the perfect time to make a return.
Nightmare: New era?
Apocalypse: Seth, the owner of WCF, tore up a lot of contracts a few weeks ago in some sort of spring cleaning.
Nightmare looks worried.
Nightmare: And you're sure knowing this, that it's wise to go back?
Apocalypse: Yeah I mean look at it this way, the roster has been reduced by half but that leaves the door open for guys to get noticed that maybe weren't getting noticed before. Also there may be less drama now, I dunno I haven't been in the locker room for close to a year.
Nightmare: So what you're saying is because of this spring cleaning it's the best time for you to get noticed so you're returning?
Apocalypse takes another sip of orange juice.
Apocalypse: Not just that, sure getting noticed is a plus, but I'm going back to prove something to myself, that I'm not some stepping stone for other guys to the top.
Nightmare: But you're not, you are good in the ring, I've seen you wrestle before and you do have a knack for it.
Apocalypse: I don't have a good track record to back that up. I am at an astonishing four wins, nine losses.
Nightmare puts her hand on Apocalypse's shoulder to comfort him.
Nightmare: That’s life. We win some, we lose some, but you can’t live your life afraid of making mistakes. If it means this much to you then I say go for it.
Apocalypse: Thanks! It means a lot to me how much support you're giving me.
Nightmare flashes a smile.
Nightmare: No problem sweetie, if you don't mind me asking who have you fought in WCF?
Apocalypse: I've gone toe-to-toe with some pretty good guys. Like Alex Richards, one of the best former Internet Champions in recent memory, he really put me on the mail when I first started. I've been in the ring against legends like the current World Heavyweight Logan, Switchfever and Oblivion who used to be a friend one point in time but that's a story for another day.
Nightmare: And win or lose that's some pretty good experience gained from wrestling them.
Apocalypse: Yeah that's true, not many people today can say they've fought Switchfever in a House Of 1000 Light Tubes match.
Nightmare: Do what now? A house of what match?
About that time Apocalypse finishes his glass of orange juice and holds the glass in the air smiling, hoping Nightmare takes it and refills it, instead of going more into detail about that match and avoiding the "that's too dangerous" talk. Which she does. As Nightmare gets up Apocalypse finally has the chance and locks on Nightmare's butt as she walks away. He's interrupted by a chime on his phone receiving an email. He grabs his phone and checks his email seeing one from Seth saying that the card has been posted on the website. He closes his email then pulls up WCF.com and clicks on the card. The first match he sees catches his attention, WCF Classic Tournament Match World Title Match No Disqualification Oblivion vs Logan.
Apocalypse: Obi vs Logi in a no DQ match that should be a good one.
He scrolls down seeing other top notch WCF Classic matches like Sarah Twilight vs Nathan Chambers, Stuart Slane vs Brent Alpine, and Mikey eXtreme vs James Chevalier. Finally he gets to his match. Jon Davenport vs Buzzsaw Bundy vs Apocalypse vs Micky Saint.
Apocalypse: Nothing like a Fatal Four Way to return to.
Nightmare: Fatal Four Way?
Nightmare returns with the orange juice and brings a pitcher with her filled with it too.
Apocalypse: Yea I got an email telling me the card has been posted so I know who I'm facing now.
Nightmare: Oh good I was hoping when I heard Fatal Fourway that it was a match and not something else...
Apocalypse: Oh jeez yes it's my match. I'm going against Jon Davenport, Buzzsaw Bundy and Micky Saint.
Nightmare: And who are they?
Apocalypse: I...don't know the must be new.
Apocalypse goes to the roster on WCF.com to pull up their bios. Apocalypse clicks on Jon Davenport.
Apocalypse: Says here Jon is a Amnesic. Delusional. Perplexing. All perfect adjectives to describe Jon Davenport. Jon, having had suffered from a car accident and years of other questionable life choices is now in reality a Thirty-Five year old man who believes that he's somewhere in his Seventies. That being said, he has an altered and often skewed view of the history of events being them in the world of professional wrestling or otherwise. Jon will at times place himself in an alternate universe of sorts where he tells of perils and success in events and situations he was not only never actually involved in, but in some cases, wasn't even alive during. However, to Jon, these are very real.
Nightmare pretends to doze off...
Apocalypse: Come on he isn't that bad.
Nightmare: Did you not hear yourself he's 35 who believes he's 70 and lives in an alternate universe.
Apocalypse grins.
Apocalypse: And? This is WCF that kind of thing is normal.
Nightmare looks at him confused.
Nightmare: Normal? Normal how?
Apocalypse: WCF has had everything from immortals to time travelers and even a robotic pig.
Nightmare: Oh OK...Who's next?
Apocalypse takes another drink of orange juice only to spew it out after clicking on Buzzsaw Bundy's bio.
Nightmare: What now?
Apocalypse: Look at the size of this guy! He has tree trunks for arms! He's huge!
Nightmare grabs the phone and wipes off the orange juice before reading Bundy's bio.
Nightmare: Heh tree trunks was a good one cause says here that Buzzsaw Bundy was born and raised in Forks Washington, the Lumber Capital of the world to a family of lumberjacks, Buzzsaw was raised to go into the family business. As work dried up around their hometown, the family moved to Alaska, where Buzzsaw follows in the footsteps if his forefathers. Buzzsaw gained a reputation as one of the toughest and strongest men to ever heft an axe, his friends sometimes called him Bunyon. After a bear was grizzly was found dead at his feet one morning in the logging camp, legend spread of Buzzsaw having killed it with his bare hands. After much urging from his buddies, Buzzsaw tried out for WCF, destroying all others in his tryout matches. Still a little rough, he is without a doubt one of the strongest in the business...
Apocalypse let's out a loud gulp and wipes sweat off his forehead.
Apocalypse: He's killed a friggin' bear with his bare hands?
Nightmare: Yep.
Apocalypse: Well that's just great WCF literally has an axe-murderer walking around.
Nightmare chuckles.
Nightmare: I thought things like that were normal.
Apocalypse glares at her.
Apocalypse: Next...
Nightmare clicks on the final competitor of the match, Mickey Saint and busts out laughing.
Apocalypse: What?
Nightmare: You don't wanna know...
Apocalypse: What is it? Tell me.
Nightmare: Are you sure you wanna know?
Apocalypse reaches over and snatches the phone from Nightmare who snickers before finally reading Micky's bio..
Apocalypse: Mickys a strange guy with a background most people would be made nervous by, his mother was a 2nd generation female wrestler from Macon Georgia, she made her money getting in the faces of the men in the crowd, later on a comedian by the name of Arnold Sneizerman would take inspiration from this creating his male dominance misogyny angle to great heights. He takes his ability to get a reaction out of any crowd from her, his Father was in fact one of her opponents, he was also a contract killer for the Boston Irish Mafia, Patrick McAllen was an all round bad individual, he had gone to the show the night he met Micky's mother with the intention of "accidentally" ending her career after she made a fool out of the wrong man a few nights previous. She in turn beat the shit out of Paddy leaving him as a red stain on the mat and leaving with his prized switchblade still lodged in her left thigh. He takes his killer instinct and fascination with violence from his father. His Father was also a big believer in the paranormal and mystical forces of the Earth some saying he tried to sell Micky's soul to a demon before he was born.
Apocalypse is at a loss for words.
Apocalypse: Are you serious right now?
Nightmare: I told you... I told you, you didn't wanna know.
Apocalypse: No it's good to know that I might get whacked by the Mafia for beating this guy.
Nightmare smiles.
Nightmare: Sure you don't wanna stay home? Seems like you have your hands full here.
Apocalypse: You don't say, got one guy living in an alternate universe, a bear killing lumberjack and a hitman essentially...
Apocalypse shakes his head.
Apocalypse: But no... No I don't wanna stay home. I have this burning desire in me to go wrestle and that's what I'm going to do, no matter how insane my opponent or opponents are. Especially since this is a new era of WCF so who knows what opportunities there are now.
Nightmare: You could finally get your big break is what you're implying.
Apocalypse: Exactly and I'll go through any one and every one to get it.
Nightmare: And I'll be there with you having your back along the way.
Apocalypse grins.
Apocalypse: Oh you will huh, well in that case I'll have your front.
Nightmare grins herself as Apocalypse moves in to kiss her and the scene fades out.
==
Scene opens up again this time in The Santander Arena in Reading, Pennsylvania where soon 7,160 people will be in attendance as the Wrestling Championship Federation will put on another episode of its flagship show Slam. We cue backstage and see talents still arriving and settling in. Among those is returning WCF Superstar Apocalypse whose scheduled for a Fatal Fourway match later in the night. With him is his girlfriend Nightmare who is here to support him.
Apocalypse: Ah it feels good to be back in these halls. Can you hear it baby?
Nightmare: Hear what?
Apocalypse: The 7,160 people chanting my name as I battle my way to victory.
Nightmare: Confident now are we?
Apocalypse shrugs.
Apocalypse: What can I say it's like a switch has been flipped now that the Demon is back in his element.
Nightmare: The Demon huh? You'll have to show me what you mean by that.
Nightmare grins and Apocalypse chuckles.
Apocalypse: Maybe later. Oh hey there's Hank Brown, nows a good time to get an interview and discuss my opponents.
Apocalypse and Nightmare make their way over to Hank who looks confused as to who they are.
Hank Brown: Can I help you two? The show doesn't start for another couple hours.
Apocalypse: It's me Hank, Apocalypse.
Fear starts to show on Hank's face who immediately drops everything and takes off.
Nightmare: Well OK that was rude, what's his deal?
Apocalypse laughs.
Apocalypse: I think he is still sore over when I attacked him during my first run in the company. He must not have recognized me without the mask and extra weight.
Nightmare: Why did you attack him before?
Apocalypse: I guess I wanted to seem scary to everyone.
Nightmare shakes her head.
Nightmare: I suppose I'll have to interview you huh?
Apocalypse: Looks that way.
Nightmare then pulls out some reading glasses and a notebook trying her best to look like an official interviewer.
Apocalypse: Nice glasses (laughs).
Nightmare: Shut up, you know you like them.
Apocalypse: I do... you should wear them later.
Nightmare blushes a little.
Nightmare: Moving on. I guess first things first where have you been during your most recent hiatus?
Apocalypse: After I lost at Ultimate Showdown last year I kind of just walked out of the arena and wandered around aimlessly letting the demons take over living like a hobo.
Nightmare puts her hand on her chin.
Nightmare: Uh huh then what?
Apocalypse: Then I made my way to a wrestling show and saw the most beautiful woman the world and thought to myself I had to be with her but knew she wouldn't give me the light of day looking like I did so I cut my hair, ditched the mask and worked out in the gym, losing weight and packing on lean muscle.
Apocalypse flexes for the ladies, well err Nightmare.
Nightmare: Well I must say all that hard work paid off.
Apocalypse: Yes it did because I finally got the courage to approach you and now here we are.
Nightmare: Tonight you are in a Fatal Four way against Jon Davenport, Buzzsaw Bundy and Micky Saint, can I get your thoughts on your opponents?
Apocalypse: Alright let's start with Mr. I live in an alternate universe, Jon Davenport. First are we even sure he's going to show up tonight? What if he goes to back in time to when Pennsylvania was a Colony and fight in the American Revolution or something?
But if he does manage to find the right time I’ll just use my experience to beat him. As far as I know this is his first match in WCF and so experience is on my side. Besides I’ve watched some videos of him on YouTube and he seems wrestle in a southern style as an ode to the old days where wrestlers would tell a story with sleeper holds, rest holds, trying to keep the action to a slow pace. Well this isn’t the 1950’s no more. The changing of the guard has happened where the “flippy-dippity-flip” guys are finally getting recognized for their talent instead of the meat heads. So with that said I expect to dance circles around Jon Davenport as he struggles to keep up with me.
Speaking of meatheads onto my next opponent Buzzsaw Bundy, while I may admit he is the biggest threat in the match, he’s not impossible. I’ll definitely be using my speed to pick my spots on this tree-trunk for arms, guy. Hell I might even let Buzzsaw wear down my other opponents’ then swoop in for the kill. I mean don’t get me wrong the guy is a former Television Champion but he’s lost more matches than he’s won. Even though the same could be said for me but ring rust is going to be more of a factor to him. He’s been out the game longer and while he may be jacked, I’m sure he’s lacking in the endurance department. Whereas me, I’m in the best shape of my life. Whether the match goes 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 30 minutes, or even an hour I will be going full force to edge out the win.
Finally my last opponent ex-Mafia man, Micky Saint, a guy so tough that he couldn’t even beat Adam Young to advance in the Television Contendership Match last week, hell his only competition was Night Rider but still. I even heard that ole Micky was so embarrassed with what happened last week that he’s on this way out of the company to save himself from further embarrassment. But if he does come down the ramp ready to work I’ll be ready for him too. He may be just as acrobatic and athletic as me but I can guarantee I’m faster and I can go higher and there is nothing I won’t do to win. I will use my body like a torpedo and blow him out of the water. This is my time. And I’m going to make the most of it this go around.
I’ve got a lot to prove, to the fans, the boys in the back, to Seth, and more importantly to myself. I have the same dream that all wrestlers have when joining a company, to climb the ladder and bust through the ceiling becoming not only the World Heavyweight Champion but the best wrestler in the world. And if I have to start at the bottom and work my way becoming People’s Champion, or Television Champion or even the Internet Champion then that’s what I’ll do. The end times are upon WCF, the roster has been cleansed and we embark on a new era and it’s time to see just who is worthy to lead the pack. I am emotional. I want to win. I am hungry. I am a competitor. I have that fire. And it’s going to be hard for anyone to put me out.
Apocalypse outstretches his arms into the air and utters the words “Apocalypse Now” before leaving with Nightmare in tow as the scene fades to black.
Apocalypse: Ah this is the life! The suns beaming down, I got some good oj (no pulp of course), and enjoying the company of the most beautiful woman in the world.
Nightmare: Aw thanks babe... You sure you want this to end?
Apocalypse takes another sip of orange juice.
Apocalypse: Want what to end?
Nightmare: All this, kicking back at home enjoying the warm weather and the company of yours truly.
Apocalypse is distracted as his eyes drift to Nightmare's chest whose wearing a plaid bikini. Nightmare smacks him to get his attention.
Apocalypse: Ouch! What was that for?
Nightmare: Was you even listening to me?
Apocalypse chuckles as he rubs his arm.
Apocalypse: Yes baby, I was listening to you, and no I don't want this to end...
Nightmare: Why do I feel a but coming on?
Apocalypse starts to get distracted again as his eyes veer down to Nightmare's butt. Nightmare pops him again.
Apocalypse: Hahaha ow!
Nightmare: (laughs) I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you here.
Apocalypse: Alright sorry. But I have this desire to lace up my boots again and actually do a proper run in WCF to see what I'm made of. And the way I figured this new era was the perfect time to make a return.
Nightmare: New era?
Apocalypse: Seth, the owner of WCF, tore up a lot of contracts a few weeks ago in some sort of spring cleaning.
Nightmare looks worried.
Nightmare: And you're sure knowing this, that it's wise to go back?
Apocalypse: Yeah I mean look at it this way, the roster has been reduced by half but that leaves the door open for guys to get noticed that maybe weren't getting noticed before. Also there may be less drama now, I dunno I haven't been in the locker room for close to a year.
Nightmare: So what you're saying is because of this spring cleaning it's the best time for you to get noticed so you're returning?
Apocalypse takes another sip of orange juice.
Apocalypse: Not just that, sure getting noticed is a plus, but I'm going back to prove something to myself, that I'm not some stepping stone for other guys to the top.
Nightmare: But you're not, you are good in the ring, I've seen you wrestle before and you do have a knack for it.
Apocalypse: I don't have a good track record to back that up. I am at an astonishing four wins, nine losses.
Nightmare puts her hand on Apocalypse's shoulder to comfort him.
Nightmare: That’s life. We win some, we lose some, but you can’t live your life afraid of making mistakes. If it means this much to you then I say go for it.
Apocalypse: Thanks! It means a lot to me how much support you're giving me.
Nightmare flashes a smile.
Nightmare: No problem sweetie, if you don't mind me asking who have you fought in WCF?
Apocalypse: I've gone toe-to-toe with some pretty good guys. Like Alex Richards, one of the best former Internet Champions in recent memory, he really put me on the mail when I first started. I've been in the ring against legends like the current World Heavyweight Logan, Switchfever and Oblivion who used to be a friend one point in time but that's a story for another day.
Nightmare: And win or lose that's some pretty good experience gained from wrestling them.
Apocalypse: Yeah that's true, not many people today can say they've fought Switchfever in a House Of 1000 Light Tubes match.
Nightmare: Do what now? A house of what match?
About that time Apocalypse finishes his glass of orange juice and holds the glass in the air smiling, hoping Nightmare takes it and refills it, instead of going more into detail about that match and avoiding the "that's too dangerous" talk. Which she does. As Nightmare gets up Apocalypse finally has the chance and locks on Nightmare's butt as she walks away. He's interrupted by a chime on his phone receiving an email. He grabs his phone and checks his email seeing one from Seth saying that the card has been posted on the website. He closes his email then pulls up WCF.com and clicks on the card. The first match he sees catches his attention, WCF Classic Tournament Match World Title Match No Disqualification Oblivion vs Logan.
Apocalypse: Obi vs Logi in a no DQ match that should be a good one.
He scrolls down seeing other top notch WCF Classic matches like Sarah Twilight vs Nathan Chambers, Stuart Slane vs Brent Alpine, and Mikey eXtreme vs James Chevalier. Finally he gets to his match. Jon Davenport vs Buzzsaw Bundy vs Apocalypse vs Micky Saint.
Apocalypse: Nothing like a Fatal Four Way to return to.
Nightmare: Fatal Four Way?
Nightmare returns with the orange juice and brings a pitcher with her filled with it too.
Apocalypse: Yea I got an email telling me the card has been posted so I know who I'm facing now.
Nightmare: Oh good I was hoping when I heard Fatal Fourway that it was a match and not something else...
Apocalypse: Oh jeez yes it's my match. I'm going against Jon Davenport, Buzzsaw Bundy and Micky Saint.
Nightmare: And who are they?
Apocalypse: I...don't know the must be new.
Apocalypse goes to the roster on WCF.com to pull up their bios. Apocalypse clicks on Jon Davenport.
Apocalypse: Says here Jon is a Amnesic. Delusional. Perplexing. All perfect adjectives to describe Jon Davenport. Jon, having had suffered from a car accident and years of other questionable life choices is now in reality a Thirty-Five year old man who believes that he's somewhere in his Seventies. That being said, he has an altered and often skewed view of the history of events being them in the world of professional wrestling or otherwise. Jon will at times place himself in an alternate universe of sorts where he tells of perils and success in events and situations he was not only never actually involved in, but in some cases, wasn't even alive during. However, to Jon, these are very real.
Nightmare pretends to doze off...
Apocalypse: Come on he isn't that bad.
Nightmare: Did you not hear yourself he's 35 who believes he's 70 and lives in an alternate universe.
Apocalypse grins.
Apocalypse: And? This is WCF that kind of thing is normal.
Nightmare looks at him confused.
Nightmare: Normal? Normal how?
Apocalypse: WCF has had everything from immortals to time travelers and even a robotic pig.
Nightmare: Oh OK...Who's next?
Apocalypse takes another drink of orange juice only to spew it out after clicking on Buzzsaw Bundy's bio.
Nightmare: What now?
Apocalypse: Look at the size of this guy! He has tree trunks for arms! He's huge!
Nightmare grabs the phone and wipes off the orange juice before reading Bundy's bio.
Nightmare: Heh tree trunks was a good one cause says here that Buzzsaw Bundy was born and raised in Forks Washington, the Lumber Capital of the world to a family of lumberjacks, Buzzsaw was raised to go into the family business. As work dried up around their hometown, the family moved to Alaska, where Buzzsaw follows in the footsteps if his forefathers. Buzzsaw gained a reputation as one of the toughest and strongest men to ever heft an axe, his friends sometimes called him Bunyon. After a bear was grizzly was found dead at his feet one morning in the logging camp, legend spread of Buzzsaw having killed it with his bare hands. After much urging from his buddies, Buzzsaw tried out for WCF, destroying all others in his tryout matches. Still a little rough, he is without a doubt one of the strongest in the business...
Apocalypse let's out a loud gulp and wipes sweat off his forehead.
Apocalypse: He's killed a friggin' bear with his bare hands?
Nightmare: Yep.
Apocalypse: Well that's just great WCF literally has an axe-murderer walking around.
Nightmare chuckles.
Nightmare: I thought things like that were normal.
Apocalypse glares at her.
Apocalypse: Next...
Nightmare clicks on the final competitor of the match, Mickey Saint and busts out laughing.
Apocalypse: What?
Nightmare: You don't wanna know...
Apocalypse: What is it? Tell me.
Nightmare: Are you sure you wanna know?
Apocalypse reaches over and snatches the phone from Nightmare who snickers before finally reading Micky's bio..
Apocalypse: Mickys a strange guy with a background most people would be made nervous by, his mother was a 2nd generation female wrestler from Macon Georgia, she made her money getting in the faces of the men in the crowd, later on a comedian by the name of Arnold Sneizerman would take inspiration from this creating his male dominance misogyny angle to great heights. He takes his ability to get a reaction out of any crowd from her, his Father was in fact one of her opponents, he was also a contract killer for the Boston Irish Mafia, Patrick McAllen was an all round bad individual, he had gone to the show the night he met Micky's mother with the intention of "accidentally" ending her career after she made a fool out of the wrong man a few nights previous. She in turn beat the shit out of Paddy leaving him as a red stain on the mat and leaving with his prized switchblade still lodged in her left thigh. He takes his killer instinct and fascination with violence from his father. His Father was also a big believer in the paranormal and mystical forces of the Earth some saying he tried to sell Micky's soul to a demon before he was born.
Apocalypse is at a loss for words.
Apocalypse: Are you serious right now?
Nightmare: I told you... I told you, you didn't wanna know.
Apocalypse: No it's good to know that I might get whacked by the Mafia for beating this guy.
Nightmare smiles.
Nightmare: Sure you don't wanna stay home? Seems like you have your hands full here.
Apocalypse: You don't say, got one guy living in an alternate universe, a bear killing lumberjack and a hitman essentially...
Apocalypse shakes his head.
Apocalypse: But no... No I don't wanna stay home. I have this burning desire in me to go wrestle and that's what I'm going to do, no matter how insane my opponent or opponents are. Especially since this is a new era of WCF so who knows what opportunities there are now.
Nightmare: You could finally get your big break is what you're implying.
Apocalypse: Exactly and I'll go through any one and every one to get it.
Nightmare: And I'll be there with you having your back along the way.
Apocalypse grins.
Apocalypse: Oh you will huh, well in that case I'll have your front.
Nightmare grins herself as Apocalypse moves in to kiss her and the scene fades out.
==
Scene opens up again this time in The Santander Arena in Reading, Pennsylvania where soon 7,160 people will be in attendance as the Wrestling Championship Federation will put on another episode of its flagship show Slam. We cue backstage and see talents still arriving and settling in. Among those is returning WCF Superstar Apocalypse whose scheduled for a Fatal Fourway match later in the night. With him is his girlfriend Nightmare who is here to support him.
Apocalypse: Ah it feels good to be back in these halls. Can you hear it baby?
Nightmare: Hear what?
Apocalypse: The 7,160 people chanting my name as I battle my way to victory.
Nightmare: Confident now are we?
Apocalypse shrugs.
Apocalypse: What can I say it's like a switch has been flipped now that the Demon is back in his element.
Nightmare: The Demon huh? You'll have to show me what you mean by that.
Nightmare grins and Apocalypse chuckles.
Apocalypse: Maybe later. Oh hey there's Hank Brown, nows a good time to get an interview and discuss my opponents.
Apocalypse and Nightmare make their way over to Hank who looks confused as to who they are.
Hank Brown: Can I help you two? The show doesn't start for another couple hours.
Apocalypse: It's me Hank, Apocalypse.
Fear starts to show on Hank's face who immediately drops everything and takes off.
Nightmare: Well OK that was rude, what's his deal?
Apocalypse laughs.
Apocalypse: I think he is still sore over when I attacked him during my first run in the company. He must not have recognized me without the mask and extra weight.
Nightmare: Why did you attack him before?
Apocalypse: I guess I wanted to seem scary to everyone.
Nightmare shakes her head.
Nightmare: I suppose I'll have to interview you huh?
Apocalypse: Looks that way.
Nightmare then pulls out some reading glasses and a notebook trying her best to look like an official interviewer.
Apocalypse: Nice glasses (laughs).
Nightmare: Shut up, you know you like them.
Apocalypse: I do... you should wear them later.
Nightmare blushes a little.
Nightmare: Moving on. I guess first things first where have you been during your most recent hiatus?
Apocalypse: After I lost at Ultimate Showdown last year I kind of just walked out of the arena and wandered around aimlessly letting the demons take over living like a hobo.
Nightmare puts her hand on her chin.
Nightmare: Uh huh then what?
Apocalypse: Then I made my way to a wrestling show and saw the most beautiful woman the world and thought to myself I had to be with her but knew she wouldn't give me the light of day looking like I did so I cut my hair, ditched the mask and worked out in the gym, losing weight and packing on lean muscle.
Apocalypse flexes for the ladies, well err Nightmare.
Nightmare: Well I must say all that hard work paid off.
Apocalypse: Yes it did because I finally got the courage to approach you and now here we are.
Nightmare: Tonight you are in a Fatal Four way against Jon Davenport, Buzzsaw Bundy and Micky Saint, can I get your thoughts on your opponents?
Apocalypse: Alright let's start with Mr. I live in an alternate universe, Jon Davenport. First are we even sure he's going to show up tonight? What if he goes to back in time to when Pennsylvania was a Colony and fight in the American Revolution or something?
But if he does manage to find the right time I’ll just use my experience to beat him. As far as I know this is his first match in WCF and so experience is on my side. Besides I’ve watched some videos of him on YouTube and he seems wrestle in a southern style as an ode to the old days where wrestlers would tell a story with sleeper holds, rest holds, trying to keep the action to a slow pace. Well this isn’t the 1950’s no more. The changing of the guard has happened where the “flippy-dippity-flip” guys are finally getting recognized for their talent instead of the meat heads. So with that said I expect to dance circles around Jon Davenport as he struggles to keep up with me.
Speaking of meatheads onto my next opponent Buzzsaw Bundy, while I may admit he is the biggest threat in the match, he’s not impossible. I’ll definitely be using my speed to pick my spots on this tree-trunk for arms, guy. Hell I might even let Buzzsaw wear down my other opponents’ then swoop in for the kill. I mean don’t get me wrong the guy is a former Television Champion but he’s lost more matches than he’s won. Even though the same could be said for me but ring rust is going to be more of a factor to him. He’s been out the game longer and while he may be jacked, I’m sure he’s lacking in the endurance department. Whereas me, I’m in the best shape of my life. Whether the match goes 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 30 minutes, or even an hour I will be going full force to edge out the win.
Finally my last opponent ex-Mafia man, Micky Saint, a guy so tough that he couldn’t even beat Adam Young to advance in the Television Contendership Match last week, hell his only competition was Night Rider but still. I even heard that ole Micky was so embarrassed with what happened last week that he’s on this way out of the company to save himself from further embarrassment. But if he does come down the ramp ready to work I’ll be ready for him too. He may be just as acrobatic and athletic as me but I can guarantee I’m faster and I can go higher and there is nothing I won’t do to win. I will use my body like a torpedo and blow him out of the water. This is my time. And I’m going to make the most of it this go around.
I’ve got a lot to prove, to the fans, the boys in the back, to Seth, and more importantly to myself. I have the same dream that all wrestlers have when joining a company, to climb the ladder and bust through the ceiling becoming not only the World Heavyweight Champion but the best wrestler in the world. And if I have to start at the bottom and work my way becoming People’s Champion, or Television Champion or even the Internet Champion then that’s what I’ll do. The end times are upon WCF, the roster has been cleansed and we embark on a new era and it’s time to see just who is worthy to lead the pack. I am emotional. I want to win. I am hungry. I am a competitor. I have that fire. And it’s going to be hard for anyone to put me out.
Apocalypse outstretches his arms into the air and utters the words “Apocalypse Now” before leaving with Nightmare in tow as the scene fades to black.