30 for 30: Gravedigger wins War XVI - Part 2 Sept 21, 2017 17:02:11 GMT -5
Post by gravedigger1982 on Sept 21, 2017 17:02:11 GMT -5
The scene opens up to an elderly Hispanic woman. Despite all the wrinkles, the sadness, and the tired look on her face, she is still a somewhat young...ish looking woman for her age of 82 years. The sounds of “Mama Said” by Metallica are heard playing as they prepare the woman for her interview.
“Mama she has taught me well
Told me when I was young
"Son your life's an open book
Don't close it 'fore its done"
The brightest flame burns quickest
That's what I heard her say
A son's heart's owed to mother
But I must find my way
Let my heart go
Let your son grow
Mama, let my heart go
Or let this heart be still
As the music fades out, the makeup artist finishes touching up her face while another pair of hands fixes a wireless mic to her top. The following words then appear on the bottom left corner of the screen.
Maria Rodriguez Burroughs
June 28th, 2035
Maria Rodriguez Burroughs: Yes, my maiden name IS Rodriguez. Yes, that’s where John [Gravedigger] got the name for his...what do you call it? Alter ego? His what? Speak up, honey. His masked man character? What?
Maria waves a hand, dismissively.
Maria Rodriguez Burroughs: Whatever you call it, that’s where he got the inspiration for his name at that time. It was from his great-uncle Hector Rodriguez. He also got the name for his hometown and some of his wrestling moves, Toluca, from my family’s hometown Toluca de Lerdo.
John [Gravedigger] was always a special child, especially the first fourteen years of his life when he was part of a set of twins with his sister, Jennifer. I know he’s spoken about her many times on TV over the years. I wasn’t surprised when he became a professional wrestler though because wrestling is in our blood. Every generation of the Rodriguez family has had at least one wrestler in it and I passed that along to my three boys Brian, John, and Chester, all of whom were in your WCF in some form or another.
I do have to say though that I was disappointed in his affiliation with Mara Salvatrucha. We had many loud, drag out fights over the phone and even some in person over that. I have lost family to those matones and gamberros.
Maria fake spits with a look on her face.
Maria Rodriguez Burroughs: Despite all that, I was there for his world title victory in 2010. I missed his victories in 2003 because both of those were unexpected, even for Gravedigger. Just like that night in 2010 when he won the world title again, we knew that night in 2017 at War was going to be another special night. Like I said previously, we grew up in a wrestling family, but the crowds were never the size of what we saw in Japan that night. It was unreal how packed the place was.
I made John mad that night because I called him at one point. I was annoyed because he hadn’t come out yet into the War match and I was worried that that Mr. Lerch man had decided not to put him in the War match, but he assured me that he was coming out.
Tears start to well up in Maria’s eyes. She reaches into her small purse and pulls out a wad of Kleenex, dabbing at the tears before continuing.
Maria Rodriguez Burroughs: It was such a lovely moment watching him on a huge stage such as War, with the show closing as he was victorious and headed to that other pay-per-view that Chester told me you didn’t want me to talk about this time.
We got lunch for the next few days and it was just so wonderful. Those are memories I will always cherish in my h-heart, especially since he--
Maria’s voice starts to crack as more tears come out. She waves the camera away as the scene fades out.
The scene opens up backstage where Gravedigger is standing near a monitor along with a few of the other wrestlers, watching as the War match has been underway. The following words appear in the bottom left corner of the screen.
October 1, 2017
Gravedigger’s phone buzzes in his pocket and he reaches in and pulls out his iPhone, hits a button as he sees the name “Ma” on the screen. He puts it up to the side of his head and speaks.
Gravedigger: Yeah, ma! What’s up?
The other wrestlers all turn to Gravedigger and give him weird looks. He ignores them and steps off to the side as a couple of them snicker.
Maria Rodriguez Burroughs: John! Hey, sweetheart! Why are you not out there? Did that Mr. Lerch decide not to have you in the War match?
Gravedigger: Yes, I’m still going to be in the War match! It’s not my time to be out there yet! I’ll make my entrance eventually.
Maria Rodriguez Burroughs: When?
Gravedigger: I can’t tell you when. You’ll know when you see me walk out from the back.
Maria Rodriguez Burroughs: Well, your father needs to go to the bathroom but he’s afraid of missing you in the match.
Gravedigger: Tell him to go piss, ma. He won’t miss me. I’m not some jobber who will get eliminated right away. I’m winning this thing!
One of the nearby wrestlers shoots a glare at Gravedigger who ignores him. Gravedigger can hear his mother faintly talk to his father in the background. The sound of the crowd going crazy can be heard. Gravedigger glances over at the monitor to see someone standing outside of the ring, furious as he was just eliminated. Gravedigger’s mother comes back on the phone frantically.
Maria Rodriguez Burroughs: Were they cheering for you? Are you out there?
Gravedigger: No, ma! I’m not out there yet! If I was, we wouldn’t be on the phone. Tell dad to go and get back to his seat.
Maria Rodriguez Burroughs: Ok, dear. We can’t wait to see you out there. Make us proud! We love you!
Gravedigger: I love you guys, too!
Gravedigger reaches up and hits a button on his phone, ending the call. He puts it back in his pocket and walks back over to the monitor. One of the wrestlers smirks at him again, but Gravedigger ignores the look as the scene fades out.
The Unforgiven II
The scene opens up in the studio setting again, this time with a middle aged Hispanic woman. The sounds of “The Unforgiven II” play in the background.
“Lay beside me, tell me what they've done
Speak the words I wanna hear, to make my demons run
The door is locked now, but it's opened if you're true
If you can understand the me, then I can understand the you”
The song eventually fades out as the following words appear on the bottom left corner of the screen:
Juanita “JJ” Juarez
Ex-Girlfriend of Gravedigger
June 26th, 2035
JJ has a pissed off look on her face.
JJ: Let’s just get this out of the way, I was reluctant to even be on this documentary, but I just wanted it to be known that John [Gravedigger] never made things right between us or my brother. He actually almost had him killed years later, the only thing that supposedly stopped him was our history together.
JJ spits on the ground.
JJ: I know this isn’t exactly what you wanted in this documentary, even if it’s the truth, but I’m not going to mince words about that asshole. But...
JJ’s eyes well up slightly with tears.
JJ: There were good times though. I can at least admit that despite how much I don’t want to. That night though, at War, I was pulling against him. I was with a group of friends, some MS-13 and others not. We were all gathered at some bar outside of Monterrey watching War. There was a couple of others not pulling for Gravedigger like me, but mainly due to being a fan of some other wrestler. But me, I was cheering every time someone hit him with a move, every time he hit the mat.
Every time he narrowly avoided elimination, I was pissed while most of the others at the bar were relieved. Then when he actually got that final pinfall and won War, I was livid. I stormed out of the bar, pushing through the crowd of people laughing, crying, and cheering that Gravedigger won War again. He won it for “his people” here in Mexico.
JJ: So I stormed outside and hopped in my car and slammed my fists on the steering wheel in anger and frustration. I pulled out my phone and I called him. Naturally he didn’t answer, but I left a voicemail, cursing him out and really let him have it. I never heard from him again after that. They say that you will have regrets if you don’t patch things up with someone before they’re gone...but...
JJ hops up and the camera zooms out some to keep her in the shot.
JJ: I have no fucking regrets.
There are tears in her eyes, her face is flush. She shoves the camera with a look of pure anger as she storms off the set. The scene fades out.
The scene opens up backstage after War. Gravedigger is sitting in a room by himself, slouched in a chair, catching his breath. He hears the commotion of the wrestlers and WCF staff out in the hallway as people prepare to leave and the ring crew prepares to start dismantling the ring and set.
Gravedigger’s hands are still shaking as he is still processing his second War win. The following words appear on the bottom left of the screen.
October 1, 2017
Gravedigger reaches down into his bag and pulls out his cellphone. He sees that he has a missed call and a voicemail. It’s from Juanita Juarez. He hits the play button on the voicemail.
JJ: FUCK YOU, JOHN!! You know, you’re probably going to be getting a lot of other calls, voicemails, and text messages congratulating you on winning War, but not from me, you piece of shit. FUCK YOU, MOTHERFUCKER! I still hate you SO MUCH for what you did to my brother. I said that we needed time apart, but the more time we have apart, the more pissed off at you I get! SO FUCK YOU! Eventually, what you did will come back to bite you. You don’t turn on people like that, not those that you care about and those that you love!
The sound of JJ yelling in rage can be heard in the background and the voicemail ends. Gravedigger has a pissed off look on his face. Actually, it’s more of a mixture of anger and hurt. He looks down at the phone and hits delete on the voicemail. He goes to the Phone app and scrolls down to JJ and hits the button. His thumb hovers over the call button. He wipes his free hand down his face, pushing away some sweat. Finally his thumb moves over and hits Delete Contact on the phone. He tosses the thing into his bag, sighing loudly. His face turns into one of anger. Gravedigger turns and punches the wall.
The scene fades out.
Fade to Black
The scene opens up in the studio to a white man with dreads in a crazy style, sticking out all over his head. The sounds of “Fade to Black” by Metallica can be heard playing.
“Life, it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters, no one else”
The song slowly fades out. Before the words even fade in on the bottom left corner of the screen, most long-time fans of WCF know who this man is.
Close Friend of Gravedigger, Former WCF wrestler
June 27th, 2035
Dobbie: Yo, peep this. Let me holler at chu for a minute, dubbayu see eff. This yo boi, Dobbie, ya feel me? Errbody remembers me, because I was the catalyst for Gravedigger’s success here in WCF.
Voice: What the hell are you talking about?
Dobbie looks shocked as he looks over to the side, off-camera. Chester suddenly slides over and bumps Dobbie. The camera zooms out a little to include both of them in the shot.
Dobbie: Yo, what the fuck you doin’ in Dobbie’s segment, bruh?
Chester: Move over and let me get in the shot, asshole! And what the fuck is a bruh? Can you not talk like a normal fucking person?
Dobbie: Yo, Dobbie just being himself. He being real. He just talking like his people.
Chester: Dude, you grew up in Alabama in one of the most redneck areas in the state. Your name is Roger Smi---
Dobbie puts a hand over Chester’s mouth.
Dobbie: Yo, dawg, quit crimping Dobbie’s style. Dobbie grew up in Compton and the name is Dobbie!
Chester rolls his eyes as Dobbie removes his hand.
Chester: Fine, but don’t bullshit about Gravedigger’s success.
Dobbie’s brows furrow.
Dobbie: Dobbie ain’t!
Chester folds his arms over his chest, looking at Dobbie.
Chester: How exactly were you a catalyst for my brother’s success? You were mainly only around when he was an owner. The two of us got our ass kicked by everyone, mainly because of your ass. We’re the reason Gravedigger lost WCF ownership back to Seth.
Dobbie: Yo, fuck you, Chester! It was because of you!
Chester: No it wasn’t!
Dobbie leaps over and tackles Chester, knocking him off camera. The sound of two men fighting can be heard off-camera. After a minute it stops and we can hear Chester laughing. Dobbie walks back on camera and sits down, reaching up to wipe some blood off his lip. He glares off camera.
Dobbie: Fucking fake ass bustah!
Chester (off camera): Shut up! You’re in your 50s!
Dobbie takes a second to collect himself as he looks back at the camera.
Dobbie: Yo, like Dobbie was saying. Dobbie was the catalyst for Gravedigger’s success here. Dobbie taught him some sick ass moves and shit. That fake ass bustah, Torture, was a bitch and beat us that one time but fuck that. My boy won War XVI. It was fucking baller is what that shit was, yo. Them motherfuckers was jumping in that ring targeting my boy. They was trying to take him out. They didn’t want a former War winner winning it again.
Dobbie mean, yeah dawg, Jay Omega was in it and had won War before but nobody gives a shit about Jay Omega. Dood won War and the world title and then ran away from WCF like a little biyotch when he lost his belt. My dood Gravedigger won that match in fucking style. Fucking Death Driver with ease and that fucking thing was done, ya feel Dobbie?
Dobbie hated seeing his boy retire that next year. Man, shit was real then. Gravedigger bled this business but to see him go out on top like he did was the fuckin shit, yo! But man, it’s been hard the last couple of years though.
Dobbie stops talking for about 15 seconds or so, tears slowly welling up in his eyes. He finally gets a pissed off look on his face and stands up kicking his chair over.
Dobbie: Yo, who tha FUCK is cuttin’ onions up in this bitch! Ya’ll know Dobbie don’t like no fucking onions. Gotdamn!
The scene fades out as Dobbie storms off screen.
Let’s talk about my fellow Three Kings teammate, Kevin Bishop. Kevin, I’ve kept quiet for a while now about the Trios tournament just in case we ever had reason to team up here in WCF or in UCI, but I think now is the time to break the silence. When I see you at War, I’m going to eliminate you. I’m going to take you out of action for costing us the match at the Trios tournament. Now I know people will get confused and say “but Gravedigger, you were the one that got pinned”. The thing about that pin is that you were too busy outside the ring after getting hit with a simple knee attack while Price was laid out by a big maneuver and knocked out of the ring as a result. Me? It took all three of them hitting finishers on me, a guy twice their age and yours, to put me down for good. You? A simple fucking knee strike and this was all going to be for you. We were going to get this win so you could get the pin and go on for the world title. I’ve spent my time putting over the younger talent and boosting them, trying to pave the way for the next generation of WCF wrestlers, but not when they fall to simple knee strikes.
See, you were too worried about your recent UCI world title loss to Bonnie Blue, a title you regained weeks later. You basically hightailed it and ran after that loss, retreating back to the safe haven that is UCI. I believed in you Kevin Bishop, but now this Sunday, I believe in me. I believe in my ability to lay you out in the middle of the ring with one of my arsenal of moves. Hell, maybe I’ll just hit you with my knee and watch you crumple to the mat and eliminate you that way. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll eventually step out from behind that commentator table in UCI and take your belt over there. Sunday, when you see me, just leap out of the ring and make your way to the back so you don’t have to suffer my wrath. Hightail it back to UCI again.
So let’s move onto someone I’ve only faced or been in the ring with a few times: Odin Balfore. The man who holds the current War eliminations record, not only in one match but the overall record as well. He takes pride in that record of 7 eliminations, imitating shit like Jared Holmes’ 6ix God shit he did after he broke my previous record of five. You know what I did when I set that record? Did I come up with some catchy way of saying five? No, because unlike people like Jared Holmes and Odin Balfore, I’m not some stupid preteen writing her name a million times in a notebook. I mean hey Odin, should I write Hall of Famer a hundred times? War winner? Three time world champion? Speaking of world championships, let’s talk about your world title reigns. People gush about you and your time as world champion as if they themselves were preteen girls.
While they and your little Balfores or whatever stupid shit you probably call your fans were writing your names in their notebooks a hundred times over your world title reigns, the rest of us Hall of Famers were scratching our heads trying to figure it out. I mean half of your time here as world champion was during a time when Seth wasn’t even running the company, it was when the inmates were running the asylum. You were champion during a time when the dumb dumbs running the thing couldn’t even figure out the main WCF website and the text version of results had to be posted on a fucking message board. Think about that. The people overseas who love WCF that get most of their WCF news from the company’s website likely thought the place had closed down because the website was no longer being updated. That’s the WCF you represented? Bravo, dude.
But let’s also not forget the fact that pretty much all of your time as tag and singles championships here in WCF was over the course of just a couple of years. My time as a singles and tag champion here in WCF has spanned over the course of 15 years. You’re like a 6-7 year veteran here and all of your biggest moments were over the course of only a couple of years. Yeah, you’re going to show up to War, you’re probably going to get a few eliminations this year and maybe next year, but that’s all you’re going to amount to: just some token War eliminations. You won’t be able to look back after 15 years and say the same the same things about yourself that people say about me. You still will not have won War.
Corey Black is known for XIII. I’m known for Hell in a Cell matches, winning War, and running the company at one point. You? You’re known for eliminating people in War. Something no one even remembers or gives a single fuck about until War comes around each year. So congratulations on being a fucking gimmick yourself! Most people speak of you in reverence and act like they’re scared of you, but I’m right here Odin. And when I enter the ring, if you’re in there, I will walk right up to you and lay you out, big man. I don’t fear you. I will take up the mantle of being the one that stops Odin dead in his tracks this year. As big and bad as you claim to be, your famous War Balfore thing from last year’s War was stopped by Gemini Battle. How big and bad can you be to let someone like Gemini Battle eliminate you? Get the fuck out of here!
Speaking of formerly being owner of WCF, looking at the current landscape of War this year makes me just want to go out and buy enough stock in WCF to become the majority owner and buy this place completely from Seth and fire half you motherfuckers. The other half would be able to stay on and entertain me. That’s what sets me apart from you fucking losers here in WCF right now. I have a legacy that none of you can fucking touch. Let’s talk about a few things before I go back to burying the rest of the fucking roster.
Stephen Singh won Ultimate Showdown and is the current world champion. Ethan King is the hardcore champion. John Rabid is the TV champion for the last 3 years and will probably, no, POSSIBLY win the world title at War. But you know what, you three are just the primary examples, but NO ONE GIVES AN ABSOLUTE FUCK ABOUT ANY OF YOU. Not a single fucking one of you will truly be remembered. Every one of you fucks are pure glory hogs. I mean sure, I love winning and dominating as much as every single person here in the company, but the difference is I do it in a way that will be remembered. I’m building a legacy. If Stephen Singh lost the world title at War and left the company, and then returned a couple of years from now, WCF would have to dig up footage from the archive and remind everyone who the fuck he is. The same goes with every other motherfucker in the War match right now except for Jayson Price. Oh yeah, Steve Orbit may be remembered due to his family connection with Jonny Fly.
This is going to be a sad state of affairs if any motherfucker in this match wins War other than me. You’re going to be forgettable. People are almost at the point of forgetting that Jay Omega won two years ago. Gravedigger winning War? It will be remembered. Winning it his second time? Guaranteed to stay in the highlight reels for years here in WCF.
Speaking of Jayson Price though, let’s move onto this asshole. Fuck this guy. I heard this motherfucker was going to shank me in the back at Ultimate Showdown to eliminate me. Unfortunately, his plan was defeated when he was one of the first people eliminated from the match. I mean come on, dude. I remember back a few months ago when I approached you about forming a Trios team, I thought it had to be gold. I thought this was going to be the fucking team up that would help me redeem my loss in the Finals the first year of the tournament. But, Jay, I quickly realized, especially after that match with Zero Tolerance and Pantheon, that I was carrying the team. I nearly broke my back with you and Kevin Bishop, carrying you to the finals. Once again, I was fucked by the teammates I chose and lost in the finals again. While I was battling it out in my hometown of Phoenix with gangs while spending the rest of my time preparing for the match each week, you were busy fucking off in Mexico with a cameraman named Bob and then some meteorologist named Stu. Trying to save Shannan Lerch of all people? Dude. Weak.
So, we’re no strangers to battling it out with each other in the middle of the ring. Now, I know you’re going to get excited about the times you’ve beaten me, but let me remind you again how that went ever since I took off the Hector Rodriguez mask. It didn’t go well for you just like it won’t go well for you at War. You may have won more titles overall here in WCF, but in every other fucking way possible, I am your superior and I always will be Jay. You’ll never change that, so just accept it.
Let’s talk about Steve Orbit! He’s definitely one of the names that many people will be keeping an eye on in this match. He hasn’t been a full-time member of the roster or honestly even a part-time member for years now, but when The Mack is around, you can expect some craziness to ensue. I mean, this may just be a token return. This could be a return simply because Jonny Fly is around and they want to eat more Hot Fries and chicken wings. It’s really hard to tell, but one thing I’ve learned is that you need to take every person seriously, especially a wily veteran such as Steve Orbit.
I’m going to sound like half of these fucking rookies around here, but Steve, this shit ain’t the same as when you were around. We don’t have Jonny Fly, Sarah Twilight, Waylon Cash, and all those motherfuckers running around. WCF now consists of guys like Joey Flash, Stephen Singh, John Rabid, you know, motherfuckers like them. Aside from comparisons to Jonny Fly, guys like Waylon Cash and Sarah Twilight don’t quite hold a candle to today’s talent. Steve, I’ve always respected you and cheered you on when you were part of WCF, but that’s just not going to happen at War. I’m not here for some nostalgic spot. I’m not here to tease dream matches with these rookies. I’m here to win the whole fucking thing.
This is more than likely my last War match and I don’t intend to walk away eliminated. I intend to do the eliminating myself. Every motherfucker that gets in my way, you included. You might think of this as some nostalgic romp, but if I’m in the ring when you walk out there, you should probably just stick to the comedy skits outside, because anyone in the ring when I’m out there is going to get wrecked.
Sidney J. Warwick. You definitely surprised everyone, including those of us in the ring, when you came within a hair of winning the World Title. Despite losing your title shot a month later, here you are with another piece of gold around your waist. You stand ready to prove to the world that your showing at Ultimate Showdown wasn’t a fluke. You want to prove to the world that you really are a main eventer and not just someone who beats lowcard guys like you pretty much have done the entirety of your career thus far.
War always has its dark horses. It’s people who blow everyone’s mind with a career-defining performance. The thing is, you going after the lowcard guys and eliminating a string of them won’t be career-defining. You’re going to have to eliminate top guys. You’re not going to have John Rabid to eliminate in War so you can get your World Title shot back again. You’re going to have to survive the ultimate gauntlet to advance to the main event at One. Are you up for the challenge? I don’t believe you are.
Let’s talk next about the guy you recently defeated for your newly won Omega title...Mikey eXtreme. Mikey, Mikey, Mikey. Here you are with another United States level title to your name and just as quickly as you won it, it’s pulled away from you again! Fuck man! That’s gotta suck and to happen this close to War. You’re basically going into War with the momentum ripped away from you. See, me on the other hand, the momentum is in my corner after once again vanquishing a former friend of mine, in a Hell in a Cell no less. Now, THAT is eXtreme!
The only thing EXTREME about you lately is how you keep getting close to being great, only to have the rug pulled out from under you. Or maybe the fact that you need a fucking haircut. I mean, dude, you need to do something. You gotta change something about yourself so you can be a true winner here in WCF. You just keep hitting that glass ceiling here in WCF, winning that secondary title and not much else at all. See the difference between guys like you and me is when I first approached that glass ceiling, I didn’t sit there on the ladder panicking and waiting for someone to come cut away the glass and allow me to keep climbing the ladder. No, I took my shirt off, did that pec bounce thing because everyone who is muscular loves to do that shit, wrapped my shirt around my fist, then I fucking punched through the glass and kept climbing to the top.
That’s what winners like me do. Losers like you just keep reaching for that brass ring, determined to stay on that slightly lower rung instead of stepping up to a higher one to reach the ring. Ok, enough ladder references. I think you get the point, Mikey. You’re a fucking loser and you’ll never change.
Speaking of fucking losers, let’s talk about FPV. Hey Franky, go fuck yourself. Whoa! Whoa! Gravedigger, why the hostility? I don’t know, Franky. I just don’t fucking like you. I do have to give you some props though as you actually went for that second world title reign earlier this year, but neither one of them were any fucking good. No one gave an absolute shit about your world title reigns. You were never someone in the spotlight. Even when you were world champion, the fans were barely sitting in their seats. Not because they were busy standing up and cheering for you, but because they were off taking a shit or buying some nachos.
That’s the thing about you, you’re the guy that can’t draw the kind of money that I can draw. You don’t get the level of reactions that I get, and you’re just absolutely fucking forgettable. Every match you’re in, the other person gets the attention. In your mind you probably liken that to being some kind of underdog, but it’s not the reason why. It’s because you’re fucking boring. Hell, you have all these video game and pop culture references intertwined within your gimmick and your moves, yet you still can’t get the level of reaction someone like that should get. Hell, I could rip off your entire moveset and your little stupid catchphrases and use them myself and get a better reaction.
You’re listed on War as a special appearance for the match, but I’m still trying to figure out what’s so special about you. Obviously it’s the whole nostalgia factor, because no one takes you seriously as a competitor. Hell, you’re probably reading this right now agreeing with me.