Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2017 1:25:54 GMT -5
He’s Still Magnificent!
Even a Broken Clock is Right Twice a Day..
Vinnie Jones Got Lucky..
And The Brotherhood Shall Pay…
Your Next Peoples Champion!
BEHOLD…
THE MAGNIFICENT BASTARD ADRIAN ARCHER!
(Slow Mo action of Adrian Archer rolling out of the ring at Slam holding his head, walking towards the back..The motion is in black and white with some epic, climactic music in the background. As the fans taunt Archer on his path back to the backstage area, a voice narrates the action)
Epic Voiceover Guy: Defeat..it is always humbling..Especially for those who are..Magnificent!
Where does he go from here? What can he do to rebound from this defeat? Will he ever be the same?
(Record scratch sound followed by the burning and melting of the film revealing a scene straight out of some sort of reality show. Scantily clad women dance in what appears to be a roof top party. The party is in full swing with strobe lights, drinks flowing, and several revelers making the best of a chilly California night before another torrent of rains comes. Amidst the swinging scene is someone neither scantily clad nor young, WCF reporter Hank Brown. In his khakis and WCF monogrammed polo, he can be spotted quite easily at the bar, clutching his old fashioned and seeking through the crowd, presumably, for Adrian Archer. )
Hank: (To his cameraman) Where the hell is he? I get called to get his thoughts, and I get told he’s on the roof and come here to..
(From behind Hank, The Magnificent Bastard walks up in all his glory. Dressed dashingly in a navy sports jacket, black button down shirt, and black silk trousers, he looks every bit the master of this party. )
Adrian: HANK MY GOOD MAN!
(Hank turns around, startled because Adrian seems to just appear out of nowhere at times. As a consequence, his Old Fashioned goes flying, nearly hitting the clown faced bartender in the head. Behind the clown smile, an angry sneer appears as the bartender continues his work. Hank looks flustered.)
Adrian: MY APOLOGIES HANK! You are the skittish kind, I keep forgetting! BARKEEP..Another round for this man! Many as he likes! Just charge it to me! And whatever his friend wants as well!
(The bartender serves Hank and his cameraman; 2 old fashioneds for Hank and a Diet Coke for the cameraman. Adrian, fresh off of talking to some beautiful A-List female guests, a blonde in an emerald green floor length dress with a plunge neck showing her immaculate skin, the other, a brunette with dark skin and kinky hair wearing a blue floor length gown which hugged her curvaceous body snuggly. Adrian winks, smiles and turns to Hank and his cameraman.)
Adrian: COME GENTLEMEN! Let us go someplace a bit more quiet and a little more dry..
Hank: Dry..what do you..
(And like a spigot was turned open, all of a sudden, the Los Angeles skies opened up, sending torrents of rain down upon the party goers. Some went for cover, some enjoyed the rain, dancing freely. The DJ and Bartender were under large canopy like tents so the music and the booze were sure to keep flowing. Meanwhile, Adrian, Hank, and his cameraman were safely on the covered patio of The MagPad, an opulent apartment in this very tower the party was being held. The party could still be heard above on the roof with the various sounds decaying into the driving rain of the night. Yet it was quiet enough to where when the men started their to talk, it did not interfere with their conversation and became a slight din.)
Hank: Adrian..You lost again..
Adrian: NONSENSE!
Hank: I saw it! Vinnie Jones locked you in the Kokina Clutch until you passed out..
Adrian: But I would not say I lost..I simply blacked out at the wrong time..But I never tapped..I was never pinned..In my mind, I did not submit or lose to that lucky piece of gutter fodder.
Hank: Whether you think so or not..You Lost! In fact, for someone who claims to be as Magnificent as you do, and for the salary I know you are being paid, I must say from a fans point of view, it is quite disappointing..
(Adrian twitches for a moment..That kind of twitch that occurs when someone is attempting to restrain themselves from throttling a person who is irrevocably dumb. However, after a deep breath, Adrian composes himself, leans forward on his haunches, and speaks to Hank in a very authoritative way. )
Adrian: Hank...Let me explain this to you..Winning and losing is a state of mind, not always the results. When someone is defeated, and I mean truly defeated, their heart and soul is crushed. Their charisma broken. The spell is gone. Ever since I have been here in the WCF, I’ve entertained the people with my antics and charisma. I’m one of a select group that has advanced to The King of the Deathmatch Tournament. I was one of the select few to participate in the New Years Bash match. I won the Trios Titles practically BY MYSELF and never lost it, instead, being a victim to corporate chicanery and broken loyalty. I may not have the most stellar (Air Quotes) Win-Loss record. But through my Cult of Personality, consistency, and overall performance Value, The Magnificent Bastard has become a household name and one of the top names when people think of WCF!
Now, as for Zero Tolerance. Once again Hank, Winners and Losers. Zero Tolerance will always be losers. They cannot live in reality and have to craft these personas with makeup, veiled threats, and lifestyles that look carefree and lavish but, in the end, when the makeup comes off, the lights come down, and the public eye is not on them. They are losers. No matter how many titles they win, or how much hell they cause, how “bad” they think they are, the bottom line is, they have no class, no integrity, none of what really matters. When the rubber hits the road, members of Zero Tolerance will die alone in squalor due to their own actions. Hanging around these guys I can tell you this; Cash is not as tough or illiterate as he lets on. Its all a facade. Shep hasn’t shot heroin in years, and J or Jay Wonderful, is a big goofball. These guys want people to think they are the real deal. Well, they have fantastically orchestrated an alternate reality where they are some kind of rebellious playboys. I will say that Vinnie Jones is a very good fighter, who got lucky. I dominated that match, but wrestling is a game of inches and I was within an inch of getting the 3. That being said, I never tapped out, never submitted, was never pinned. And if Vinnie sees this, get out now. Get out before these insolent assclowns warp your mind like they tried to warp mine.
Hank: Okay, so if winning and losing has nothing to do with results, what motivates you to really do anything as far as titles and matches are concerned?
Adrian: Integrity, my good man. Pride. An intensity that burns within me. I may already have won in life, with an opulent lifestyle and all of the finer things..But I want to be able to look at my MAGNIFICENT face in the mirror every morning and know that I have achieved the greatest things in my profession! Which brings me to my match on Slam..A chance at the peoples title! But first, a 6 man tag..
Hank: Yeah, against Brotherhood members and with 2 partners you’ve never crossed paths with..
Adrian: Lets start with my partners. A couple of dark chaps named Udy and Stalker. Despite my reservations about these 2, they are very talented wrestlers and I am glad they are on my side! In fact, I was even thinking of giving our team a name and I came up with...Get ready for it….Magnificent Dark Wolf! Yeah? Yeah?
Hank: Thats terrible Adrian.
Adrian: Says you? Who are you but a pudgy microphone stand! Any Damn Way...Udy and Stalker have one thing in common with me: Their shot at Bishop also depends on how we function as a team. On that note, we need to work together, but to get a shot at Bishop, I will do what I have to do..
Hank: And speaking of that, the Brotherhood, they nursed you back to health after your match with Kaine. Now you get to face 3 members for a chance to face off with Kevin Bishop, the leader of the Brotherhood..One of those members is Damian Kaine, a man who said he would never face you again...How does this all affect your preperation?
Adrian: My good man...For once, an excellent question that slightly resembles Journalism..For that I applaud you..That being said, the members of the Brotherhood are fighting for a chance to face their leader. We are all professionals, my good man. This is about prestige, not friendship.
Now lets start with Dion Necurat. I have to say I’ve been very pleased with his development in the last 6 months. He has grown and strived within the Brotherhood, finally found his way under the tutelage of Bishop. However, Dion is a being that allows emotions to take over his being. He loses focus quite easily. That is when I will strike. The urban gladiator fancies himself as cerebral, but being cerebral takes a certain amount of cool under pressure.I’ve seen this guy freak out over Twitter posts..His passion does benefit him, but hurts him at the same time. He could be a liability to his team..And if he is watching this, I just want to say theres no need to weep all over my Twitter feed. If you’re mad, show it in the ring. THAT...Is what I am counting on!
(Adrian produces a cigarette, offers one to each of his guests, who decline. He lights his cigarette with a custom monogrammed AA Zippo, stainless steel with gold inlay. The click, the flame, the almost magical way and smooth transition from pocket to light to pocket was hypnotizing. After a long drag of the satisfying American Spirit cigarette, Adrian continues his shoot. )
Next up we have Joe Smarts..An oxymoron if I ever saw one. A walking contradiction. If Kidd Krazzy were not already Brotherhood, Joe Smarts would be the comic relief of the organization! Now he goes by the name “Captain Bruddahood” even spelled all tough with a double d. First Double D of anything Joe Smarts has encountered..But ANY DAMN WAY...Joe Smarts is kitchy, interesting, funny, not a bad guy, He’s just not going to win...Joe, or if you prefer, “CAPTAIN BRUDDAHOOD”..Listen closely...If you want to ever live up to that RIDICULOUS last name of yours...Stay in your corner..Don’t get involved. I would hate to see you get torn apart by a wolf, hunted by a stalker, or struck down by MY MAGNIFICENCE.
Hank: And Kaine?
(Adrian smirks, takes another drag from his cigarette.)
Adrian: You mean the guy who I beat within an inch of his life? The guy that beat me within an inch of mine? Oh, the guy who also saved my life and gave me a place to recoup? Hank, let me tell you something you should know about this business..NEVER..SAY...NEVER. Do I have any beef with Damian?
Hank: Buh..uh..
Adrian: That was a rhetorical question you imbicile! No, I don’t. We cool, as the great Jules says in Pulp Fiction. But this is a business where even your best friends can turn into your worst nightmare in the split second it takes for a bell to ring. Damian and I have been down many roads..Many, many roads..I know him, he knows me. Its just a question of who wants it MORE. Will Damian get to face his master? Will Damian turn on his partners? Will Damian and I team up and cause havoc? Haha...Thats not a bad idea considering the sole tattoo he laid on his partner the other day..Though they have never gotten along, I guess brothers will be brothers, wrestling doctrine states that thats just a dick move. Tell me Hank...And this is another rhetorical question, just so you know..Who has more to prove here? Damian Kaine? Or the man the fans hate to love, a top draw in merch, a man whose gimmick and belts have been stolen by lesser individuals, or a man with a name as lofty and loquacious as THE MAGNIFICENT BASTARD!!!!!!!!? If this were an actual question, the answer would be obvious. Damian Kaine was within one half turn of a loss at the old Compound. I’ve beaten him before, I’ll beat him again. Just to get into the ring with Kevin Bishop, something I have looked forward to for a long, long time.
Hank: Well, it looks like we’ve gotten what we need!
Adrian: Okay then, you will accompany me to rejoin the party now that the rain has subsided..
Hank: No, actually..
Adrian: You see, there you go with your lack of command of the English Language. That was not a question...You WILL come with me…
(Hank, recalling the many times he has seen the not so Magnificent side of Adrians temper, finds it wise to laugh it off and head to the party..Camera goes off.)
(Back at the party, the crowd has only grown..Adrian grabs the microphone from the DJ and the crowd goes silent..)
Adrian: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN..I PROMISED YOU A PARTY AND, AS USUAL, I HAVE DELIVERED! NOW...AN ANNOUNCEMENT...I AM OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCING MY CANDIDACY TO BE THE NEXT PEOPLES CHAMPION!
(The crowd ERUPTS as Banners fall from various points..They All read “THE MAGNIFICENT BASTARD FOR PEOPLES CHAMPION: MAKE WCF GREAT FOR ONCE!”)
Adrian: I WILL WIN THIS TITLE FOR THE PEOPLE! NOT JUST THE FANS, BUT THE WRESTLERS AS WELL! I WILL USE MY INFLUENCE TO MAKE THEIR LIVES BETTER! WE WILL RENEGOTIATE PANTHEONS BLOATED CONTRACTS..WE WILL CHANGE SETHS NAME TO DIXIE...WE WILL MAKE CHANGE...AND WE WILL MAKE THE WCF GREAT FOR ONCE! JOIN ME IN PETITIONING SETH LERCH @sethhatestwitter WITH THE HASHTAG #MWCFGFO! AND TUNE IN TO WATCH ME DESTROY MY FRIENDS IN THE BROTHERHOOD TO GET A SHOT AT KEVIN BISHOP! TOGETHER, WE WILL MAKE WCF GREAT FOR ONCE! GOOD NIGHT!
(Fireworks illuminate the night sky from various corners of the roof. Adrian strikes a Christ Pose as the camera focuses on his cocky yet determined face. Fade to black..)