Post by Tyler Debonair on Mar 17, 2018 12:16:16 GMT -5
.::Tuesday, March 13th, 2018. “The Courthouse” Wrestling complex in downtown Los Angeles, which is basically an old Courthouse gutted out and turned into a Wrestling school and training centre, run and owned by former brother and sister ring running duo Fred and Casie Debonair. As we enter the facility we see it’s practically empty except for a couple of crash mats laid out on the floor and a ring smack bang in the middle of the building, four huge concrete pillars in equal line to each of the corner posts of the squared circle are helping to hold up the building. Inside the ring are two young and very athletic guys throwing each other against the ropes and performing hip-tosses and arm drags. One of the men, a young Denzel Washington lookalike stands tall and begins to climb the turnbuckle whilst his opponent, a brooding emo, but suave looking kid lays flat on the mat. Young Denzel leaps performing a reverse somersault and the brooding one moves out of the way quicker than Roadrunner dodging Wiley Coyote. He grabs Denzel’s legs, stepping over him and putting him into a Boston Crab like manoeuvre. Denzel taps and the bell rings, a leggy redhead enters the ring as brooding helps Denzel to his feet and they bro-hug. Casie Debonair slaps Denzel a high-five::.
Casie: “You did good, Ross! That somersault was a lot better than last week!”
Ross: “Thanks, Casie. Good match Tyler!”
Tyler: “Thanks brother, you too. Wanna go again a bit later?”
.::Ross exits the ring and laughs shaking his head as the brooding one, Tyler Debonair, grins and throws him a wink::.
Ross: “Nah you’re good son! Give me a day off!”
.::Tyler exits the ring, and throws up a hand sign which Ross mimics as he leaves the complex. Tyler takes a seat and watches Casie sit next to him and rummage through her handbag::.
Tyler: “So, auntie Casie”
Casie: “I’ve told you Ty, don’t call me auntie. I don’t give a shit if your dad is my brother… I’m still not old enough to be an aunt yet!”
Tyler: “Okay, okay. So anyway you said you had something for me on my voicemail, what’s up?”
.::Casie pulls a white envelope from her handbag and hands it to Tyler, who looks at it and raises an eyebrow::.
Tyler: “No way, are you kidding me?! Is this…?”
Casie: “It came this morning… You’ve been booked in your first proper match!”
.::Tyler rips open the envelope that we now see has a WCF logo on the front by the stamp, and begins to read… He bites his lip on a couple of different occasions whilst Casie tries to read him until he finally finishes and nods in approval::.
Tyler: “A three-way…”
Casie: “Against?”
Tyler: “Damien Kaine and L. Verez… Jerkin’ the curtain baby!”
Casie: “We’ve taught you well young pad ’wan!”
.::The two high-five as Tyler starts to pack away his kit bag, before standing up and stretching off a little bit::.
Tyler: “This business is no joke; I learned that from you and dad… He started out with some STUPID gimmick! He was jobbing from the beginning and jerking curtains from day one and that made him and it’ll make me! This is my first official match but I’m not green. I can’t wait to get started!”
.::The door to the Courthouse opens and Fred Debonair walks through, surveying the empty surroundings and making a face at Casie and Tyler as he approaches them::.
Fred: “So, why is it so empty?”
Casie: “I’ve shut up early, Tyler needs to get somewhere.”
Fred: “Oh? And where might that be?”
.::Tyler holds up his envelope and Fred raises an eyebrow looking at the logo by the stamp. He grabs Tyler and pulls him into a hug whilst grinning from ear to ear::.
Fred: “Tyler Michael Nicholas Debonair! Congratulations son! Where’s the show?”
Tyler: “Sunday night Slam in Chicago!”
.::Tyler hated it when his dad called him by his full name. He had been named after Tyler Hawk, Mike Angelo and Nick Hart, three of his dads’ best friends whilst he was a professional Wrestler and, Tyler sometimes thought, Fred’s way of making sure he never got out from underneath him when he made his own name in the world of Wrestling. In all seriousness the Debonair bond had always been strong, the family had always been tight-knit and with Tyler now entering WCF that was only going to intensify. Fred wraps his arm around Tyler’s neck as he picks up his kit bag as they, along with Casie, make their way out of the Courthouse and we slowly fade out…
~*~*~*~*~
…We reopen on something not quite caramel and at the same time, not quite a golden colour. The sudden thrum of swishing in the background grows louder and louder as we find ourselves looking at grains of sand. The swishing thrum is the sound of waves lapping against the shore on Cabrillo beach and we spot Tyler Debonair sitting there, knees up and looking out at the ships sailing by. He’s dressed in nothing but a pair of denim shorts, his hair dangling down his face and a pair of sunglasses he slides above his head, as he continues to look out at the sun setting over to his right::.
~*~*~*~*~
…We reopen on something not quite caramel and at the same time, not quite a golden colour. The sudden thrum of swishing in the background grows louder and louder as we find ourselves looking at grains of sand. The swishing thrum is the sound of waves lapping against the shore on Cabrillo beach and we spot Tyler Debonair sitting there, knees up and looking out at the ships sailing by. He’s dressed in nothing but a pair of denim shorts, his hair dangling down his face and a pair of sunglasses he slides above his head, as he continues to look out at the sun setting over to his right::.
Tyler: “So this is it, I guess… The debut of Tyler Debonair, the becoming of a young man looking to make his way into the world of Professional Wrestling. Every day I walked into The Courthouse, onto the work mats and climbed into the ring has led up to this moment. Every frog-leap, hip-toss, arm drag. Every drop-kick, atomic drop, spinning DDT. Every Hurricanrana and Somersault Suicide Plancha has been the beginning of a journey that I am about to undertake, a journey I’ve been preparing myself for and an adventure that is going to end only one way…
But there’s always that awkwardness when you first step into a Wrestling ring, you’re unfamiliar with in a territory you’re new to and that’s exactly where I stand right now… On Sunday night, at Slam, in The United Center I’m going to step foot inside the ring and stand face to face with two individuals that are pretty alien to me and that word is a pretty convenient one as you’ll find out a little later, but firstly I would like to address a man by the name of Kaine.”
.::Tyler heaves himself off the sand, dusting himself down a little and turns to walk along the soft, golden sand of Cabrillo as he continues to observe the ships in the distance, his focus never wavering::.
Tyler: “Damian Kaine… Although, evidently not how you like to be known these days apparently and as I’m a man of respect, I’ll honour that Mr. Big screen star! I mean that’s apparently what you want us all to believe you are, am I correct Kaine? I mean you’ve gained recognition appearing on some television shows but then decide to dilute your reputation by even entertaining the idea of appearing in some Sci-Fi comedy serial that has to beg, to be considered a B-Movie! I am not impressed, Mr. Kaine…
Judging by that little bit of self-promotion, you cut last week on Slam my friend I would assume that you’re here to make a name for yourself, in a different way than I am but ultimately with the same goals in mind. Now, I don’t know you from Adam or even Abel for that matter but rest assured I have absolutely no intention of allowing you to use me, as a stepping stone for your game plan and certainly have no intention of permitting you to leave any kind of mark on me, Kaine. One last thing though, DK… Edward Bazzaza says hello.”
.::A slight smirk crosses Tyler’s lips as he winks before sliding the sunglasses back over his eyes, turning toward what appears to be a café area on the street side of the beach as the scene in question begins to fade into darkness…
~*~*~*~*~
…A bright seat-belt sign lights up the frame as a loud “BING” is heard in the background. An elbow nudges a rib and we see Tyler Debonair stir awake and remove the sleep mask from over his eyes, blinking and looking at Casie who’s at between him and Fred on the American Airlines flight between Los Angeles and Chicago. Tyler looks up at the seat-belt sign and sits himself up straight as he buckles up::.
~*~*~*~*~
…A bright seat-belt sign lights up the frame as a loud “BING” is heard in the background. An elbow nudges a rib and we see Tyler Debonair stir awake and remove the sleep mask from over his eyes, blinking and looking at Casie who’s at between him and Fred on the American Airlines flight between Los Angeles and Chicago. Tyler looks up at the seat-belt sign and sits himself up straight as he buckles up::.
Tyler: “Turbulence?”
Casie: “Just a bit, but we’re also almost there. How the heck did you manage to sleep before we even took off?”
Fred: “He was up all night, talking to Stephanie….”
.::Fred drags out the name of Tyler’s girlfriend, who he’s only been seeing for about a month, as his son reaches behind Casie and claps Fred on the ear as the three of them laugh::.
Casie: “So you’ve literally only slept on this three hour flight?”
Tyler: “Pretty much, yep!”
Casie: “You’re crazy!”
Fred: “Oh come on Cas’ as if we’ve never done that! You wrestled Angel when both of you had been out all night, not had a wink of sleep and were practically hung-over!”
Tyler: “What? Mom?!”
Casie: “Yes and I’ll have you know, Fred… We weren’t practically hung-over as you put it. We were pretty much still drunk!”
.::All three of them laugh again, as one of the cabin crew’s voices comes over the tannoy, signalling that the plane is about to land. All three place their seats in an upright position as we slowly begin to fade out…
~*~*~*~*~
…As the scene reopens we find ourselves overlooking the beautiful city of Chicago, Illinois. Suddenly a bird comes into focus and as we pan back from the view we see a sheet of thick glass, allowing us to comprehend we’re on a sky deck of the Sears Tower. Tyler Debonair, now fully dressed in a black “Killswitch Engaged” T-Shirt, black jeans and matching black Converse Chuck Taylor’s is standing there, hands in pockets and staring out at the vista::.
~*~*~*~*~
…As the scene reopens we find ourselves overlooking the beautiful city of Chicago, Illinois. Suddenly a bird comes into focus and as we pan back from the view we see a sheet of thick glass, allowing us to comprehend we’re on a sky deck of the Sears Tower. Tyler Debonair, now fully dressed in a black “Killswitch Engaged” T-Shirt, black jeans and matching black Converse Chuck Taylor’s is standing there, hands in pockets and staring out at the vista::.
Tyler: “Look at this, the big wide world of Chicago, Illinois… Pretty aint she? I’ve spent a lot of time doing this, you know? Just looking out into the great unknown, wherever I land I’m just looking over the vast skyline and enjoying the aesthetics. But you know that out there, isn’t all there is either…”
.::Tyler now with his back to the glass, points behind him and to the sky. He nods slowly::.
Tyler: “Out there, it’s expansive… Out there, is a void… It’s a vacuum, there is just so much out there that we do not know about. And that is very much like the other competitor in my triple-threat match. L. Verez, “not of this world” they call themselves, well okay. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with this information. I mean Verez is a Transgender alien. I’m not Transphobic and I’m not alienist so again, unsure what people are looking for here…
At the end of the day I’m going into the ring with a guy who thinks he’s Harrison Ford and one who thinks they’re a Sullustan, I don’t see men, women, aliens, bigfoot! I see opposition when I step into that ring and I see one more barricade, one more roadblock that’s standing in my way from progressing and building my way up and starting my journey.”
.::Tyler walks away from the sky deck and down a marble corridor, towards a stairwell and elevators. He stops and raises an index finger as he turns back towards us all::.
Tyler: “You know, I come from a huge Wrestling family. My parents are Wrestlers, my aunt is a Wrestler, my sister was a Wrestler… My Godparents are Wrestlers; I’ve grown up in this industry from day one! I didn’t just “fall into” the business! I’ve not come off the back of the walk of fame, I didn’t just crash land on the planet and decide I’m gonna try my hand at this gig! No… This was always my right.
Tyler Debonair, no gimmicks, no monickers! Just me! Wrestling Championship Federation is my home now. WCF is where I belong and it’s where I will settle my throne… This weekend on Sunday night Slam I’ve got a point to prove and believe me, my tools are sharp!”
.::Tyler presses the button for the elevator, but then turns his neck, craning to face us again. He shakes his head and grins before heading to the stairwell, pushing the door open and letting it close behind him as he takes the stairs and we… Take the one trip to etherville, whilst we fade – to – black!::.