Post by Danny Vice on Jan 16, 2007 19:58:05 GMT -5
The scene opens in the office of Seth Lerch, backstage in the WCF arena. Seth is seated at his large mahogany desk, a state-of-the-art conference telephone to his left, his brand new Apple iMac computer to his right, with a framed and signed photograph of Logan right next to it. His chair is gaudy, an enormous rich-brown leather chair which rests the owner of the WCF. His feet are up on his desktop, relaxing while he enjoys a minute away from training for his match with Reckless Jack at One.
Lining the walls of this office are multiple championships which are no longer active in the WCF, including the United States and Cruiserweight titles. Beneath them are multiple photographs of Lerch from his time in special matches throughout the history of the WCF, including one where his face has been completely bashed and battered, but his arm raised victoriously nevertheless.
Across the enormous desk from Lerch is Hank Brown, the small-statured backstage interviewer of the WCF. Brown looks jumpy to say the least. His forehead is covered in sweat, his hands shaking, as he looks as if he is worried he’s about to get fired by his powerful boss.
Seth Lerch: So then I say to the guy, ‘Rectum? I damn near killed ‘em!’
Lerch leans back in his chair, laughing hysterically at the punchline of his own joke. Brown loosens his tie a little from his collar and releases a nervous chuckle of his own. His voice cracks slightly to make him sound similar to an adolescent teen. Suddenly, the main door of the office swings open violently, causing Lerch to sit-up straight in his chair. Standing in the doorway is Danny Vice; one half of the tag team champion, Disorder by Design, Vice looks beyond pissed.
Danny Vice: Who the hell do you think you are Lerch booking The Vagrant and Biggs in another title match this week?!?!
Seth Lerch: Hank, you’re excused.
Brown scuttles out of the office rapidly.
Seth Lerch: Have a seat Mr. Vice.
Danny reluctantly sits down in the chair where Hank Brown was once seated.
Seth Lerch: What exactly is it that you are upset about?
Danny Vice: The word around here is that you’re putting our tag title back on the line.
Seth Lerch: The word around here would then be correct.
Danny Vice: So you mean to tell The Vagrant that one week after regaining the tag team titles, which should have remained in his and Biggs’ possession in the first place, Disorder by Design is being forced to put the tag titles back on the line?
Seth Lerch: Yes.
Danny Vice: And against not one…not two…but THREE other teams?
Seth Lerch: Yes. Logan and Jack of Blades. Skyler Striker and Thunder. And that coward Reckless Jack will be teaming with me.
Vice stares at Lerch, his mouth gaping open in pure disgust.
Seth Lerch: Is something wrong?
Danny Vice: OF COURSE! Two weeks ago, you book JJ Biggs against the Hardcore champion Skyler Striker, and what happens? Biggs beats him mercilessly, and pins him in the center of the ring. That same night, Danny Vice defeats Thunder…who is not just a champion, and not a double gold champion, but the first ever Triple Gold Champion in the WCF, in the center of that very ring after multiple shots of Rejection. Flash forward to last week, where Disorder by Design goes through a grueling match to regain their rightful place atop the tag team division, as become two-time Tag Team champions. Ratings soar. Merchandise flies off the shelves. When people are talking about One, all they talk about is the Extreme Hell in a Cell match for the Hardcore title. And how does Seth Lerch thank The Vagrant? How does he show his gratitude to the most exhilarating star in this entire federation? By putting his hard earned title back on the line against three opposing teams, ONE WEEK away from the BIGGEST MATCH OF HIS CAREER!
Vice is nearly panting from his rant, his arms thrown over his head with anger and frustration. Seth reaches over to the telephone and presses on the intercom button.
Seth Lerch: Shannan, please push back my meeting a half hour or so today.
Shannan Lerch (off camera on the phone): Of course Seth.
Seth opens the top drawer of his desk.
Seth Lerch: Would you like a cigar?
Danny shakes his head in the negative.
Seth Lerch: Now, Danny. I can see you’re upset. So let me explain to you what is going on. I mean no disrespect to you. You’re right, ratings are up. And yes, Disorder by Design t-shirts are selling hotter than Cool Wear right now. Sure people are excited about your Extreme Hell in a Cell with Striker. And I know exactly where you and JJ’s loyalties lie here in the WCF. But you have to remember, this is my federation. One is our biggest stage, the time where the spotlights seem to shine a little brighter, the crowd is a little bit louder, and of course, ticket prices are driven just a little higher. With an event of that magnitude on the horizon, I need something to push the excitement and anticipation, and that’s what Slam is all about. The four biggest matches for One, all thrown into a huge main event tag match. And the icing on the cake, that proverbial “cherry on top”….is it’s for the Tag Team titles. Because, like I said, this is MY federation.
Seth leans back in his chair, and puts his feet on the desk. Danny thinks about what Seth said, starts to get up and walks to the door. Right before he leaves, he turns around and faces Seth one more time.
Danny Vice: Lerch?
Seth Lerch: Yes, Danny?
Danny Vice: The Vagrant accepts that fact that you own the WCF. And he knows that the title he proudly wears around his waist is a strap that can be defended at anytime you see fit. But it will take more than the other six men in this match, and the thousands of WCF fans to pry this title away from Disorder by Design. And there is nothing you can do about it.
Danny stares at Seth for a few extra seconds, seemingly burning a hole with his dark stare into the forehead of the WCF’s owner, then leaves the office. The camera turns back to Seth, who smirks at the arrogance of Danny Vice. Seth picks up his telephone and begins to dial a phone number as the camera fades out.
Lining the walls of this office are multiple championships which are no longer active in the WCF, including the United States and Cruiserweight titles. Beneath them are multiple photographs of Lerch from his time in special matches throughout the history of the WCF, including one where his face has been completely bashed and battered, but his arm raised victoriously nevertheless.
Across the enormous desk from Lerch is Hank Brown, the small-statured backstage interviewer of the WCF. Brown looks jumpy to say the least. His forehead is covered in sweat, his hands shaking, as he looks as if he is worried he’s about to get fired by his powerful boss.
Seth Lerch: So then I say to the guy, ‘Rectum? I damn near killed ‘em!’
Lerch leans back in his chair, laughing hysterically at the punchline of his own joke. Brown loosens his tie a little from his collar and releases a nervous chuckle of his own. His voice cracks slightly to make him sound similar to an adolescent teen. Suddenly, the main door of the office swings open violently, causing Lerch to sit-up straight in his chair. Standing in the doorway is Danny Vice; one half of the tag team champion, Disorder by Design, Vice looks beyond pissed.
Danny Vice: Who the hell do you think you are Lerch booking The Vagrant and Biggs in another title match this week?!?!
Seth Lerch: Hank, you’re excused.
Brown scuttles out of the office rapidly.
Seth Lerch: Have a seat Mr. Vice.
Danny reluctantly sits down in the chair where Hank Brown was once seated.
Seth Lerch: What exactly is it that you are upset about?
Danny Vice: The word around here is that you’re putting our tag title back on the line.
Seth Lerch: The word around here would then be correct.
Danny Vice: So you mean to tell The Vagrant that one week after regaining the tag team titles, which should have remained in his and Biggs’ possession in the first place, Disorder by Design is being forced to put the tag titles back on the line?
Seth Lerch: Yes.
Danny Vice: And against not one…not two…but THREE other teams?
Seth Lerch: Yes. Logan and Jack of Blades. Skyler Striker and Thunder. And that coward Reckless Jack will be teaming with me.
Vice stares at Lerch, his mouth gaping open in pure disgust.
Seth Lerch: Is something wrong?
Danny Vice: OF COURSE! Two weeks ago, you book JJ Biggs against the Hardcore champion Skyler Striker, and what happens? Biggs beats him mercilessly, and pins him in the center of the ring. That same night, Danny Vice defeats Thunder…who is not just a champion, and not a double gold champion, but the first ever Triple Gold Champion in the WCF, in the center of that very ring after multiple shots of Rejection. Flash forward to last week, where Disorder by Design goes through a grueling match to regain their rightful place atop the tag team division, as become two-time Tag Team champions. Ratings soar. Merchandise flies off the shelves. When people are talking about One, all they talk about is the Extreme Hell in a Cell match for the Hardcore title. And how does Seth Lerch thank The Vagrant? How does he show his gratitude to the most exhilarating star in this entire federation? By putting his hard earned title back on the line against three opposing teams, ONE WEEK away from the BIGGEST MATCH OF HIS CAREER!
Vice is nearly panting from his rant, his arms thrown over his head with anger and frustration. Seth reaches over to the telephone and presses on the intercom button.
Seth Lerch: Shannan, please push back my meeting a half hour or so today.
Shannan Lerch (off camera on the phone): Of course Seth.
Seth opens the top drawer of his desk.
Seth Lerch: Would you like a cigar?
Danny shakes his head in the negative.
Seth Lerch: Now, Danny. I can see you’re upset. So let me explain to you what is going on. I mean no disrespect to you. You’re right, ratings are up. And yes, Disorder by Design t-shirts are selling hotter than Cool Wear right now. Sure people are excited about your Extreme Hell in a Cell with Striker. And I know exactly where you and JJ’s loyalties lie here in the WCF. But you have to remember, this is my federation. One is our biggest stage, the time where the spotlights seem to shine a little brighter, the crowd is a little bit louder, and of course, ticket prices are driven just a little higher. With an event of that magnitude on the horizon, I need something to push the excitement and anticipation, and that’s what Slam is all about. The four biggest matches for One, all thrown into a huge main event tag match. And the icing on the cake, that proverbial “cherry on top”….is it’s for the Tag Team titles. Because, like I said, this is MY federation.
Seth leans back in his chair, and puts his feet on the desk. Danny thinks about what Seth said, starts to get up and walks to the door. Right before he leaves, he turns around and faces Seth one more time.
Danny Vice: Lerch?
Seth Lerch: Yes, Danny?
Danny Vice: The Vagrant accepts that fact that you own the WCF. And he knows that the title he proudly wears around his waist is a strap that can be defended at anytime you see fit. But it will take more than the other six men in this match, and the thousands of WCF fans to pry this title away from Disorder by Design. And there is nothing you can do about it.
Danny stares at Seth for a few extra seconds, seemingly burning a hole with his dark stare into the forehead of the WCF’s owner, then leaves the office. The camera turns back to Seth, who smirks at the arrogance of Danny Vice. Seth picks up his telephone and begins to dial a phone number as the camera fades out.
