Post by Davey Ortega on Jan 4, 2008 16:45:41 GMT -5
I can't breath...
I can't breath...
I CAN'T FUCKING BREATH...!!
Wait..it's over. Over..done and gone with. I was chocked out? Me? Amazing, unbelievably amazing. I give props to you. I truly do. Though by some divine intervention I still have a shot. I still have a shot to do this, to get on top of WCF via The Classic. Though of course there is no one on one match, this is a five man brawl. Four of us seeking redemption, the other coming out of no where to try and gain a spot. Wow.
Though that is not what this is for. No, no. I can not be constantly thinking about it, their is a time and a place. Now, I am sure so many people want to know why I hate WCF. Well, I don't hate it per say. I just firmly believe that the WCF has had it's time and now it needs to move on. This Classic, as I said, is a joke. A one time deal. Now, Seth dangles the World Heavyweight Title in front of us. So? So who ever wins this thing can be the champion of a defunct company? Thats such a great honor. That title has been in more hands than your sisters ass. So, is it possible for it to stay in one place? On one person? I don't think so.
So Seth, why have you given us all this redemption opportunity? We all went out their and did our job, and yet you book us again? Well whatever. You have some plan we know that, we just aren't sure if you were sober or drunk when you made it.
The scene does not open in the Old School, but instead in a Casino in downtown Las Vegas. Outcast is seen arguing with someone. A man about 5'7, in a nice suit.
Outcast: Listen, I need to talk to him.
Man: Hey, I don't know who the hell you are. So no, Dave--Er, Mr. Ortega is very busy.
Outcast: I don't care. I need to talk to him now. Me and him go way back.
Man: Well whoopty doo.
Outcast: Listen here, you little corporate monkey. You get your ass in that office and tell him that Outcast is here!
Man: Man, how many times do I have to tell you. He is a very busy man. He does not have time to talk to the likes of you!
Outcast begins to walk toward the man.
Voice: Gentleman, please...
They both look at the same time, the voice came from Davey Ortega. His eye is bruised pretty bad.
Davey: Preston, unbelievable. Do you not no who this is?
Mr. Preston: Well I...
Davey: Stop. Your stumbling on your words tell me the tale. This is the man who practically opened the doors to professional wrestling for me. He is the one who introduced me to Seth Lerch, and helping me get my job as General Manager of the WCF. This man means more to me then you.
Outcast: Nice to see you too.
Davey smiles and extends his hand and Outcast accepts.
Davey: How have you been my friend?
Outcast: I've been better.
Davey: You look like hell.
Outcast: You don't look like a bowl of cherries either.
Davey: Well you know, the bumps and bruises of the business. Come in.
Outcast and Davey walk into what was perceived as Davey's office. Instead it is the VIP Lounge of the Casino. A giant room with a computer, couch, desk and three large windows looking over the lower level of the Casino. As well as a large window looking over the Las Vegas scenery.
Outcast: Nothing has changed.
Davey: Well, to the eye. Though so much has changed since the derailment of WCF. So, how have you been. I lost touch from you after WCF.
Outcast: Retirement was good.
Davey: Was? I thought you were done because WCF went other. Where are you working at now?
Outcast looks at him.
Davey: You don't mean...
Outcast: It's not back permanently. Just some stupid tournament that Seth designed. The first round was last week.
Davey: How did you do?
Outcast: I lost. I lost to Lawnmower Jones.
Davey: What? Too LJ? The man was once married to a lawnmower right? So what are you doing here?
Outcast: I was screwed, Davey. I was under the impression that once you lost, you were out. Though no, Seth has to do some second chance match featuring three other losers, and a guy coming into the tournament to try and get in it.
Davey: Yeah that's Seth's style. He's never been a competent boss.
Outcast: Yeah. I just don't understand. Why? Why does he have to parade us around, a ''Losers match?''
Davey: So win it, and get back in the tournament.
Outcast: I don't know if I can. Thunder, Chino, JJ Biggs, and Burn Out are all in it.
Davey: Ha...haha. You have to be kidding me. Why are we going through this again?
Outcast: What?
Davey: This dance? ''Oh, I'm not good enough. Boo hoo hoo.'' I am getting so sick of it. You lose ONE match and you go all...emo. Come here, I want to show you something.
Davey and Outcast walk to the far wall where there is an object covered by a sheet. Davey uncovers it to show a large full length mirror to which they are both casted on.
Davey: This should snap you out of it, once and for all.
Outcast: A mirror?
Davey: Yes. What do you see?
Outcast: An out of shape wrestler?
Davey: No I'm not.
Outcast: Not you, me.
Davey: Uh hu. Well, you know what I see? The Man With Out Fear. The man who was once considered The Hardcore Icon. A man who was the sickest man to ever step foot in a WCF ring. A headliner, main eventer. Destroyer of dreams, WCFs Nightmare.
Outcast: I don't see it.
Davey: You are not looking hard enough. Allow me to alter your perception.
Davey walks to his desk and grabs a candle stick, he then walks back to the mirror and swings. Outcast throws his arm over his eyes as the glass shatters.
Outcast: How very Phantom of the Opera of you...
Davey: Just open your eyes.
Outcast does remove his arm and looks at the new broken mirror. His image is distorted.
Outcast: ....
Davey: Well..?
Their are no words. Outcast looks at the mirror intently. The broken image of him. His twisted form.
Davey: You like.
Outcast: I look good. Twisted, sick, violent. Everything I always said I was. Everything.
Davey: Emo moment over?
Outcast: Yeah. Though this is not enough.
Davey: I couldn't agree more. Come with me.
Davey turns around and begins to leave as Outcast stays fixated on the mirror. Davey grabs his arm to pull him away. They exit the room and go down the stairs. They walk through the busy Casino as fans approach both asking for autographs, only to be ignored. They get into an elevator and Davey presses the button ''Basement.'' They soon get out, and walk to the far end where there is another object covered in a shit, though this one about a 15 foot object. Davey bends down and opens a chest.
Davey: I have been saving these ever since you left the GWC. In case you ever needed to be reminded of who you are.
Outcast just stares at the covered object. Davey raises, holding what appears to be a black robe. Outcast looks at it and slowly takes it from him. He puts it on over his clothes.
Davey: How do you feel?
Outcast: Invigorated.
Davey: Good. So tell me, what are your plans for next week.
Outcast smirks, thinking.
Outcast: I could say all these nasty things. How I want to brutalize them, torture them, break them. Though no, these are all things said and done. My plans are simple. To win. To re enter the tournament with new zeal. The match will merely be my door in, my door back to the spot where I deserved to be the whole damn time. The World Heavyweight Champion.
You know, before I thought it was a joke. Now, as I have seen who I am..I am reminded of what I want. To be the best. To be a true legend here and one way to solidify that is to become the last WCF Champion. To deny that honor to everyone else would be the best thing in the world. To everyone who laughed, spat on me, and denied me. This is my opportunity to redeem myself.
Davey: Good. One more thing.
Davey walks over to the object and unveils it. It is a crucifix, only with Outcast crucified.
Outcast: Oh my...I have not seen this in months. My gift to myself. For all the pain I suffered and never got so much as I thank you, this is the only thanks I got. I received it from myself. Well, soon I will be able to have the title with that. Soon I will be able to laugh at all the nay sayers I encountered.
Outcast smiles as the scene fades.
I can't breath...
I CAN'T FUCKING BREATH...!!
Wait..it's over. Over..done and gone with. I was chocked out? Me? Amazing, unbelievably amazing. I give props to you. I truly do. Though by some divine intervention I still have a shot. I still have a shot to do this, to get on top of WCF via The Classic. Though of course there is no one on one match, this is a five man brawl. Four of us seeking redemption, the other coming out of no where to try and gain a spot. Wow.
Though that is not what this is for. No, no. I can not be constantly thinking about it, their is a time and a place. Now, I am sure so many people want to know why I hate WCF. Well, I don't hate it per say. I just firmly believe that the WCF has had it's time and now it needs to move on. This Classic, as I said, is a joke. A one time deal. Now, Seth dangles the World Heavyweight Title in front of us. So? So who ever wins this thing can be the champion of a defunct company? Thats such a great honor. That title has been in more hands than your sisters ass. So, is it possible for it to stay in one place? On one person? I don't think so.
So Seth, why have you given us all this redemption opportunity? We all went out their and did our job, and yet you book us again? Well whatever. You have some plan we know that, we just aren't sure if you were sober or drunk when you made it.
The scene does not open in the Old School, but instead in a Casino in downtown Las Vegas. Outcast is seen arguing with someone. A man about 5'7, in a nice suit.
Outcast: Listen, I need to talk to him.
Man: Hey, I don't know who the hell you are. So no, Dave--Er, Mr. Ortega is very busy.
Outcast: I don't care. I need to talk to him now. Me and him go way back.
Man: Well whoopty doo.
Outcast: Listen here, you little corporate monkey. You get your ass in that office and tell him that Outcast is here!
Man: Man, how many times do I have to tell you. He is a very busy man. He does not have time to talk to the likes of you!
Outcast begins to walk toward the man.
Voice: Gentleman, please...
They both look at the same time, the voice came from Davey Ortega. His eye is bruised pretty bad.
Davey: Preston, unbelievable. Do you not no who this is?
Mr. Preston: Well I...
Davey: Stop. Your stumbling on your words tell me the tale. This is the man who practically opened the doors to professional wrestling for me. He is the one who introduced me to Seth Lerch, and helping me get my job as General Manager of the WCF. This man means more to me then you.
Outcast: Nice to see you too.
Davey smiles and extends his hand and Outcast accepts.
Davey: How have you been my friend?
Outcast: I've been better.
Davey: You look like hell.
Outcast: You don't look like a bowl of cherries either.
Davey: Well you know, the bumps and bruises of the business. Come in.
Outcast and Davey walk into what was perceived as Davey's office. Instead it is the VIP Lounge of the Casino. A giant room with a computer, couch, desk and three large windows looking over the lower level of the Casino. As well as a large window looking over the Las Vegas scenery.
Outcast: Nothing has changed.
Davey: Well, to the eye. Though so much has changed since the derailment of WCF. So, how have you been. I lost touch from you after WCF.
Outcast: Retirement was good.
Davey: Was? I thought you were done because WCF went other. Where are you working at now?
Outcast looks at him.
Davey: You don't mean...
Outcast: It's not back permanently. Just some stupid tournament that Seth designed. The first round was last week.
Davey: How did you do?
Outcast: I lost. I lost to Lawnmower Jones.
Davey: What? Too LJ? The man was once married to a lawnmower right? So what are you doing here?
Outcast: I was screwed, Davey. I was under the impression that once you lost, you were out. Though no, Seth has to do some second chance match featuring three other losers, and a guy coming into the tournament to try and get in it.
Davey: Yeah that's Seth's style. He's never been a competent boss.
Outcast: Yeah. I just don't understand. Why? Why does he have to parade us around, a ''Losers match?''
Davey: So win it, and get back in the tournament.
Outcast: I don't know if I can. Thunder, Chino, JJ Biggs, and Burn Out are all in it.
Davey: Ha...haha. You have to be kidding me. Why are we going through this again?
Outcast: What?
Davey: This dance? ''Oh, I'm not good enough. Boo hoo hoo.'' I am getting so sick of it. You lose ONE match and you go all...emo. Come here, I want to show you something.
Davey and Outcast walk to the far wall where there is an object covered by a sheet. Davey uncovers it to show a large full length mirror to which they are both casted on.
Davey: This should snap you out of it, once and for all.
Outcast: A mirror?
Davey: Yes. What do you see?
Outcast: An out of shape wrestler?
Davey: No I'm not.
Outcast: Not you, me.
Davey: Uh hu. Well, you know what I see? The Man With Out Fear. The man who was once considered The Hardcore Icon. A man who was the sickest man to ever step foot in a WCF ring. A headliner, main eventer. Destroyer of dreams, WCFs Nightmare.
Outcast: I don't see it.
Davey: You are not looking hard enough. Allow me to alter your perception.
Davey walks to his desk and grabs a candle stick, he then walks back to the mirror and swings. Outcast throws his arm over his eyes as the glass shatters.
Outcast: How very Phantom of the Opera of you...
Davey: Just open your eyes.
Outcast does remove his arm and looks at the new broken mirror. His image is distorted.
Outcast: ....
Davey: Well..?
Their are no words. Outcast looks at the mirror intently. The broken image of him. His twisted form.
Davey: You like.
Outcast: I look good. Twisted, sick, violent. Everything I always said I was. Everything.
Davey: Emo moment over?
Outcast: Yeah. Though this is not enough.
Davey: I couldn't agree more. Come with me.
Davey turns around and begins to leave as Outcast stays fixated on the mirror. Davey grabs his arm to pull him away. They exit the room and go down the stairs. They walk through the busy Casino as fans approach both asking for autographs, only to be ignored. They get into an elevator and Davey presses the button ''Basement.'' They soon get out, and walk to the far end where there is another object covered in a shit, though this one about a 15 foot object. Davey bends down and opens a chest.
Davey: I have been saving these ever since you left the GWC. In case you ever needed to be reminded of who you are.
Outcast just stares at the covered object. Davey raises, holding what appears to be a black robe. Outcast looks at it and slowly takes it from him. He puts it on over his clothes.
Davey: How do you feel?
Outcast: Invigorated.
Davey: Good. So tell me, what are your plans for next week.
Outcast smirks, thinking.
Outcast: I could say all these nasty things. How I want to brutalize them, torture them, break them. Though no, these are all things said and done. My plans are simple. To win. To re enter the tournament with new zeal. The match will merely be my door in, my door back to the spot where I deserved to be the whole damn time. The World Heavyweight Champion.
You know, before I thought it was a joke. Now, as I have seen who I am..I am reminded of what I want. To be the best. To be a true legend here and one way to solidify that is to become the last WCF Champion. To deny that honor to everyone else would be the best thing in the world. To everyone who laughed, spat on me, and denied me. This is my opportunity to redeem myself.
Davey: Good. One more thing.
Davey walks over to the object and unveils it. It is a crucifix, only with Outcast crucified.
Outcast: Oh my...I have not seen this in months. My gift to myself. For all the pain I suffered and never got so much as I thank you, this is the only thanks I got. I received it from myself. Well, soon I will be able to have the title with that. Soon I will be able to laugh at all the nay sayers I encountered.
Outcast smiles as the scene fades.
