Post by Davey Ortega on Feb 6, 2007 20:44:42 GMT -5
*We see the WCF headquarters and a busy street. Outcast is walking down the sidewalk with his hair pulled back, a red trench coat that resembles Vash The Stampede's, a black NCW shirt, and black jeans. He walks rather intently down the sidewalk. He passes a mother and child. The child is about six years old.*
Child: Mommy, mommy...it's Outcast, the WCF wessler!
*Outcast stops and turns around*
Mother: Why yes it is, sweetie. Maybe he will give you an autograph.
*Outcast raises an eyebrow.*
Mother: Excuse me, it's almost my sons birthday, and it would mean alot to him if you would give him an autograph.
*Outcast slowly walks over to them*
Outcast: I don't do autographs.
Mother: Please, you are his favorite wrestler. he was so happy when you came back, and won and One. WCF is his favorite show and your his favorite WCF wrestler.
Outcast: You know it's funny. I don't see any WCF wrestlers here. I see some skank of a woman, and half retarded child. I also see them not paying respect to an NCW Icon. Your child wants to watch WCF...some second rate company..that is not my problem. Though I will be damned if I will ever be put in with those pack of losers and shitty managment. Now you can continue on down your way to get your annual coke rush and alley fuck, and leave this child in some dumpster where he belongs. I have more important things to do then cater to the likes of you.
*Outcast turns back around and begins walking again, leaving the mother furious and the child reduced to tears. He arrives at the WCF Headquarters, and opens the door. He is only there for a moment when he is rushed by, non other, than Hank Brown.*
Hank: Outcast, what fate. I-
Outcast: You know eveydamntime I am here you seem to be. I don't think it's fate you stalking bastard.
Hank: Well I-
Outcast: I am so tired of you talking. You are goin to shut your damn mouth before I make sure you only mummble and gurgle for the rest of your pathetic life!
*Outcast walks up to Hank, being inches from his face*
VICTOR!!
*Outcast turns around to see Davey Ortega walking towards him.*
Davey: Last thing you need is to be sued.
Outcast: Davey he...
Davey: I don't care. You know the rules, and like it or not you are under contract. Sorry Hank, now what did you want. I'm sure he will answer anything you want, right..?
*Outcast glares at Davey then slowly nods.*
Hank: Outcast first of all I would like to congradulate you on your victory at One. Though I must say your actions last Slam have been far less than what anyone has ever expected or seen of you.
Outcast: Why do you think that is? I mean everytime I came back, I had to sit and wait untill Seth let me have a title shot. It would be months untill i was thrown into any title picture. And he always wanted to do the damn Logan versus Outcast. I finally got fed up. I told myself this never happend in NCW. In NCW I was getting title oppertunities left and right. Tag, Television, World. I was in the main event, I was a bigger star than any of this WCF idiots come dream of. When NCW closed down most of us went to WCF, expecting to continue our dominance. Though no, we had to make way for people with no history run with the torch. Well last Slam was message. A message to NCW alumni, to WCF ''superstars'' to Seth, and to all of his employees. I'm taking the torch back, and no person, or rule, will and and can stop me.
Hank: You certainly did send a strong message, most noteably to Chris Avery. The new Peoples Champion could not have liked the cheap shot you pulled.
Outcast: Cheap shot? What cheap shot? He was hit with a chair. That happens in this business and I'm sorry if Chris ''The Bitch'' Avery can't handel that. He isn't fit to wear any gold at all. What is he? Some lucky kid on a lucky streak. I have never heard of him and that works horrid in his favor. It means I'm not going to hold back to destroy his life. My message was to WCF, he was just the poor bastard I chose as my first victim.
Hank: Any thoughts on your match?
Outcast: My match? It is my match. I am the most decorated superstar on that team, and if I was on the other than that as well. You see I don't know much about my team mates. I know Cairo well enough though. He is the man that ended my second title reign and I am still not happy with him. I also understand he has a bad habit about walking out on people. If Cairo even thinks of walking out I will beat enough respect into him that would fill the WCF locker room. To this, Conrad Howell. I guess he likes to wear a dress? Or a skirt? Or something of that nature. Listen if WCF wants to team me up with a cross dressing freak then fine. It will be the highlight of his year to team up with the NCW and Hardcore Icon. I really have no comments about the team. Why you ask? Because I could care less who I face. Victory is inevitable.
*Outcast then violently shoves Hank Brown to the floor, for no reason*
Outcast: I always wanted to do that.
Davey: Sportsmanlike.
Outcast: Shut up.
Davey: ....
Outcast: Get everything in order?
Davey: Oh yeah.
*Scene cuts.*
Child: Mommy, mommy...it's Outcast, the WCF wessler!
*Outcast stops and turns around*
Mother: Why yes it is, sweetie. Maybe he will give you an autograph.
*Outcast raises an eyebrow.*
Mother: Excuse me, it's almost my sons birthday, and it would mean alot to him if you would give him an autograph.
*Outcast slowly walks over to them*
Outcast: I don't do autographs.
Mother: Please, you are his favorite wrestler. he was so happy when you came back, and won and One. WCF is his favorite show and your his favorite WCF wrestler.
Outcast: You know it's funny. I don't see any WCF wrestlers here. I see some skank of a woman, and half retarded child. I also see them not paying respect to an NCW Icon. Your child wants to watch WCF...some second rate company..that is not my problem. Though I will be damned if I will ever be put in with those pack of losers and shitty managment. Now you can continue on down your way to get your annual coke rush and alley fuck, and leave this child in some dumpster where he belongs. I have more important things to do then cater to the likes of you.
*Outcast turns back around and begins walking again, leaving the mother furious and the child reduced to tears. He arrives at the WCF Headquarters, and opens the door. He is only there for a moment when he is rushed by, non other, than Hank Brown.*
Hank: Outcast, what fate. I-
Outcast: You know eveydamntime I am here you seem to be. I don't think it's fate you stalking bastard.
Hank: Well I-
Outcast: I am so tired of you talking. You are goin to shut your damn mouth before I make sure you only mummble and gurgle for the rest of your pathetic life!
*Outcast walks up to Hank, being inches from his face*
VICTOR!!
*Outcast turns around to see Davey Ortega walking towards him.*
Davey: Last thing you need is to be sued.
Outcast: Davey he...
Davey: I don't care. You know the rules, and like it or not you are under contract. Sorry Hank, now what did you want. I'm sure he will answer anything you want, right..?
*Outcast glares at Davey then slowly nods.*
Hank: Outcast first of all I would like to congradulate you on your victory at One. Though I must say your actions last Slam have been far less than what anyone has ever expected or seen of you.
Outcast: Why do you think that is? I mean everytime I came back, I had to sit and wait untill Seth let me have a title shot. It would be months untill i was thrown into any title picture. And he always wanted to do the damn Logan versus Outcast. I finally got fed up. I told myself this never happend in NCW. In NCW I was getting title oppertunities left and right. Tag, Television, World. I was in the main event, I was a bigger star than any of this WCF idiots come dream of. When NCW closed down most of us went to WCF, expecting to continue our dominance. Though no, we had to make way for people with no history run with the torch. Well last Slam was message. A message to NCW alumni, to WCF ''superstars'' to Seth, and to all of his employees. I'm taking the torch back, and no person, or rule, will and and can stop me.
Hank: You certainly did send a strong message, most noteably to Chris Avery. The new Peoples Champion could not have liked the cheap shot you pulled.
Outcast: Cheap shot? What cheap shot? He was hit with a chair. That happens in this business and I'm sorry if Chris ''The Bitch'' Avery can't handel that. He isn't fit to wear any gold at all. What is he? Some lucky kid on a lucky streak. I have never heard of him and that works horrid in his favor. It means I'm not going to hold back to destroy his life. My message was to WCF, he was just the poor bastard I chose as my first victim.
Hank: Any thoughts on your match?
Outcast: My match? It is my match. I am the most decorated superstar on that team, and if I was on the other than that as well. You see I don't know much about my team mates. I know Cairo well enough though. He is the man that ended my second title reign and I am still not happy with him. I also understand he has a bad habit about walking out on people. If Cairo even thinks of walking out I will beat enough respect into him that would fill the WCF locker room. To this, Conrad Howell. I guess he likes to wear a dress? Or a skirt? Or something of that nature. Listen if WCF wants to team me up with a cross dressing freak then fine. It will be the highlight of his year to team up with the NCW and Hardcore Icon. I really have no comments about the team. Why you ask? Because I could care less who I face. Victory is inevitable.
*Outcast then violently shoves Hank Brown to the floor, for no reason*
Outcast: I always wanted to do that.
Davey: Sportsmanlike.
Outcast: Shut up.
Davey: ....
Outcast: Get everything in order?
Davey: Oh yeah.
*Scene cuts.*
