Post by FPV on Dec 27, 2015 6:09:33 GMT -5
SOMEWHERE IN MEXICO - DEC. 19, 2015 - DAY
The scene opens in an undisclosed location deep in the heart of Mexico. The vast desert stretches for miles and miles, almost straight to the horizon. Practically no signs of civilization can be seen. Occasionally the odd lizard or snake pass on by, but other then that the only life form around is a man. A man with purple hair. In his left hand leaking with water is a nearly empty canteen. The man takes a long gulp of water, nearly depleting the whole canteen. He then grabs a blue bandanna out of his pocket, wiping the sweat off his brow. He quickly stashes the sweaty cloth back in his pocket before proceeding. His residence wasn’t much farther ahead. He needed to get there quickly, it would soon be noon, and a sunburn wouldn’t help the man’s cause at all.
Finally, after an hour of agonizing trekking, the man arrives at his (disgustingly) humble abode. It really amounts to nothing more than a small hut, but to this man, it has been his whole world for over a year now. It wasn’t much, but it was his. The man wastes no time in entering. To the right end of the hut is a single cot, the only way to sit or lay down in the whole place. To the side of the cot is the only other room in the house, a small bathroom, and on a nearby table, plugged into the only electric outlet (powered by an outside generator) is a laptop. A talking laptop at that. The small computer is surrounded by various drug paraphernalia, almost all of them very, very dirty. Through the laptop’s webcam, it sees the man enter the room.
Aaron does not respond to this. Instead, he reaches for a nearby ecstasy tablet laid out on the table and shoves it in his mouth.
Aaron plops down on the cot, waiting for the high to kick in.
AARON
Fine. I’ll do it tomorrow.
ICEBERG-SIX
Good. I think if anyone would help us, it would be Vic.
AARON
I hope…
Aaron reaches into his other pocket, pulling out a folded up old photo from a few years ago. An old WCF publicity photo of Aaron and his closest friend, Frank Patrick Venable.
Aaron clutches the photo tight. He can feel the effects kick in.
GIMNASIO DEL SOL - DEC. 20, 2015 - DAY
It is barely dawn in Mexico, and already VIC VENABLE is at the Gimnasio Del Sol, training diligently for the biggest pro wrestling event of his career. One 2015.
With only a week left to prepare, Vic is going above and beyond in his training, staying at the Gimnasio full time now and training around the clock, both by himself and with his compatriots in The People’s Choice, SPENCER ADAMS and TEO DEL SOL. This morning, Vic is honing his striking ability, laying punch after punch, hook after hook, kick after superkick, to an unsuspecting punching bag. No sloppiness is allowed at all, every hit must be calculated and precise. Though having only woken up about twenty minutes earlier, Vic is on fire in his work, training as if having not slept on the terrible wooden
cot in the Gimnasio.
Vic hears the door open from the sleeping quarters, and out of it comes a slightly cranky Spencer Adams.
Vic laughs in between hard left and right jabs.
Spencer walks out the front door of the Gimnasio and heads off to the marketplace. As soon as he’s gone, Vic immediately stops hitting the bag, and stands completely still.
No response.
Still nothing.
Suddenly, a voice.
Out of the shadows of the far corner of the gym, Aaron emerges.
Vic looks at Aaron briefly before turning his back to him and continuing his training.
VIC
I’m not interested.
AARON
WHAT?!
VIC
You heard me. Not. Interested.
AARON
I can’t believe this. Your own brother, gone. And you’re not willing to search for him.
Vic pauses his drills, turns to face Aaron and walks towards him.
Vic turns back around and continues striking the bag. Aaron is left stunned at what he’s heard. He says nothing, just stares at Vic.
Aaron leaves the Gimnasio through the front door, a bit shaken. Vic ignores his exit. Eventually Spencer returns to the gym, bags of food in his hands.
Vic stops dead in his tracks.
Spencer looks at Vic worriedly. He eventually shrugs it off and hands Vic his food.
WCF HALL OF FAME - DEC. 24th, 2015 - NIGHT
The scene cuts to a few days later. We are now getting a look inside what looks to be a grand and exquisite museum. only instead of fine pieces of art or millennia old fossils, this museum is home to the finest names to have graced a WCF ring. Within the hall itself, marble busts of all the inductees are housed in glass boxes, with a plaque detailing that wrestlers career below the bust. Many recognizable faces grace these busts. Creeping Death. Bobby Cairo. Slickie T. Torture. The list goes on and on. Only one person is visiting the hall today: Vic Venable. He is currently admiring the bust of one Jayson Price…
PSYCHE! We all know Jayson Price will never get inducted. No, instead Vic is viewing the bust of reckless Jack, admiring the details in it’s design. He stops admiring it long enough to notice the camera in the room.
Vic steps out of the hall proper, and into the museum portion, with all sorts of WCF artifacts preserved for all of history. Things like special title belts, famous weapons, and photographs of the most memorable WCF moments are included here.
As he finishes his diatribe on Kyle Kemp, Vic notices a section of the hall that is unfinished.
VIC
Oh hell yeah, the newest addition to the hall! Come on camera guy, let’s show this one off.
Vic motions for the cameraman to follow him towards the unfinished “FLOP WING.” Next to the roped off entrance reads a sign…”COMING SOON...Take a close look at the shitty underbelly of the WCF. With special exhibits on….THE SUPERFANS...ANAL VIOLATION...AND RAYNE!” Vic just shakes his head.
Vic leaves the flop wing and heads to the exit, walking outside the Hall of Fame.
Fade.
SOMEWHERE IN MEXICO - DEC. 20, 2015 - NIGHT
Night has fallen in the Mexican desert, and blazing heat has been traded for cold temperatures. Making his way to where he believed Aaron was living, Vic journeys across the sands, making sure the wind doesn't blow anything into his eyes. He had seriously debated even coming out here in the first place. His judgement got the better of him though, and as he nears Aaron's little hut, he begins to think about the last time he had actually spoken to Franky, and surprisingly, cannot remember a single thing.
The thought does not last long though. He soon stumbles upon the hut, and wastes no time helping himself to the door. When he arrives, he finds Aaron, crumpled into a ball on the floor. Near him is an empty syringe, from the looks of it this wouldn't be the first time it was used. Aaron wakes up from his slumber, dried up tears over most of his face.
The scene opens in an undisclosed location deep in the heart of Mexico. The vast desert stretches for miles and miles, almost straight to the horizon. Practically no signs of civilization can be seen. Occasionally the odd lizard or snake pass on by, but other then that the only life form around is a man. A man with purple hair. In his left hand leaking with water is a nearly empty canteen. The man takes a long gulp of water, nearly depleting the whole canteen. He then grabs a blue bandanna out of his pocket, wiping the sweat off his brow. He quickly stashes the sweaty cloth back in his pocket before proceeding. His residence wasn’t much farther ahead. He needed to get there quickly, it would soon be noon, and a sunburn wouldn’t help the man’s cause at all.
Finally, after an hour of agonizing trekking, the man arrives at his (disgustingly) humble abode. It really amounts to nothing more than a small hut, but to this man, it has been his whole world for over a year now. It wasn’t much, but it was his. The man wastes no time in entering. To the right end of the hut is a single cot, the only way to sit or lay down in the whole place. To the side of the cot is the only other room in the house, a small bathroom, and on a nearby table, plugged into the only electric outlet (powered by an outside generator) is a laptop. A talking laptop at that. The small computer is surrounded by various drug paraphernalia, almost all of them very, very dirty. Through the laptop’s webcam, it sees the man enter the room.
ICEBERG-SIX
Welcome home, Aaron. Have you made any progress in your search?
AARON
No. Another day of rotten luck. Vic wasn’t at the bar last night. I think he’s starting to wise up to me. What about you?
ICEBERG-SIX
More internet searches were made while you were away. I’m afraid none turned up with relevant info.
AARON
Son of a bitch.
ICEBERG-SIX
I share your frustrations, Aaron. What do you suggest our next move be?
AARON
I dunno man, I’m running out of ideas. I’ve tried everything I can at this point-
ICEBERG-SIX
-Almost. You’ve ALMOST done everything you could. By my recollections you still haven’t made contact with Vic Venable that hasn’t resulted in you running away scared.
AARON
I know, I know. It’s just...I just don’t know what to even say to the man.
ICEBERG-SIX
You say that. I believe the truth of the matter is you know what to tell him, you just don’t want to.
Welcome home, Aaron. Have you made any progress in your search?
AARON
No. Another day of rotten luck. Vic wasn’t at the bar last night. I think he’s starting to wise up to me. What about you?
ICEBERG-SIX
More internet searches were made while you were away. I’m afraid none turned up with relevant info.
AARON
Son of a bitch.
ICEBERG-SIX
I share your frustrations, Aaron. What do you suggest our next move be?
AARON
I dunno man, I’m running out of ideas. I’ve tried everything I can at this point-
ICEBERG-SIX
-Almost. You’ve ALMOST done everything you could. By my recollections you still haven’t made contact with Vic Venable that hasn’t resulted in you running away scared.
AARON
I know, I know. It’s just...I just don’t know what to even say to the man.
ICEBERG-SIX
You say that. I believe the truth of the matter is you know what to tell him, you just don’t want to.
Aaron does not respond to this. Instead, he reaches for a nearby ecstasy tablet laid out on the table and shoves it in his mouth.
ICEBERG-SIX
Don’t ignore me Aaron. You know I’m right.
AARON
*mumbles*
ICEBERG-SIX
If I may make a suggestion, I think you should go to the Gimnasio and talk to Vic for real about this. No more hiding in the bushes, Aaron.
Don’t ignore me Aaron. You know I’m right.
AARON
*mumbles*
ICEBERG-SIX
If I may make a suggestion, I think you should go to the Gimnasio and talk to Vic for real about this. No more hiding in the bushes, Aaron.
Aaron plops down on the cot, waiting for the high to kick in.
AARON
Fine. I’ll do it tomorrow.
ICEBERG-SIX
Good. I think if anyone would help us, it would be Vic.
AARON
I hope…
Aaron reaches into his other pocket, pulling out a folded up old photo from a few years ago. An old WCF publicity photo of Aaron and his closest friend, Frank Patrick Venable.
AARON
Frank. Just where the hell are you, you...you asshole.
Frank. Just where the hell are you, you...you asshole.
Aaron clutches the photo tight. He can feel the effects kick in.
GIMNASIO DEL SOL - DEC. 20, 2015 - DAY
It is barely dawn in Mexico, and already VIC VENABLE is at the Gimnasio Del Sol, training diligently for the biggest pro wrestling event of his career. One 2015.
With only a week left to prepare, Vic is going above and beyond in his training, staying at the Gimnasio full time now and training around the clock, both by himself and with his compatriots in The People’s Choice, SPENCER ADAMS and TEO DEL SOL. This morning, Vic is honing his striking ability, laying punch after punch, hook after hook, kick after superkick, to an unsuspecting punching bag. No sloppiness is allowed at all, every hit must be calculated and precise. Though having only woken up about twenty minutes earlier, Vic is on fire in his work, training as if having not slept on the terrible wooden
cot in the Gimnasio.
Vic hears the door open from the sleeping quarters, and out of it comes a slightly cranky Spencer Adams.
VIC
Mornin’ sunshine.
SPENCER
Vic, for the life of me I will never understand how you can sleep on these things. I feel like a living embodiment of scoliosis right now.
Mornin’ sunshine.
SPENCER
Vic, for the life of me I will never understand how you can sleep on these things. I feel like a living embodiment of scoliosis right now.
Vic laughs in between hard left and right jabs.
VIC
Y’know, I’d call you a lightweight, but then I remember that you’ve never been inside like me.
SPENCER
And I’d like to keep it that way if you don’t mind.
VIC
I think you’d do well inside. You strike me as the real Andy Dufresne type, y’know.
SPENCER
Sure Vic, sure. But I think we got better things to worry about then that.
VIC
Agreed.
SPENCER
I’m heading into town to get breakfast. You want anything?
VIC
Negative, Ghost Rider. I’ll be fine.
SPENCER
Suit yourself. Catch you later, man.
Y’know, I’d call you a lightweight, but then I remember that you’ve never been inside like me.
SPENCER
And I’d like to keep it that way if you don’t mind.
VIC
I think you’d do well inside. You strike me as the real Andy Dufresne type, y’know.
SPENCER
Sure Vic, sure. But I think we got better things to worry about then that.
VIC
Agreed.
SPENCER
I’m heading into town to get breakfast. You want anything?
VIC
Negative, Ghost Rider. I’ll be fine.
SPENCER
Suit yourself. Catch you later, man.
Spencer walks out the front door of the Gimnasio and heads off to the marketplace. As soon as he’s gone, Vic immediately stops hitting the bag, and stands completely still.
VIC
I know you’re there. No point in hiding anymore.
I know you’re there. No point in hiding anymore.
No response.
VIC
Come on out, now. I don’t bite, trust me.
Come on out, now. I don’t bite, trust me.
Still nothing.
VIC
Come on out...Funk.
Come on out...Funk.
Suddenly, a voice.
AARON
Don’t call me that.
VIC
Hmm?
Don’t call me that.
VIC
Hmm?
Out of the shadows of the far corner of the gym, Aaron emerges.
AARON
I haven’t gone by Da Funk in over a year now, and I’m not about to. My name is Aaron.
VIC
Very well then...Aaron. I must say, the fact that you’re not immediately running away from me says something. Obviously you have business that involves me in some way, otherwise you wouldn’t be stalking me like this.
AARON
I had my reasons. But I’m at my wits end, Vic.
VIC
Well...you would do good to know I’m incredibly busy this week. If you want me to help you out, it’ll have to wait a week or so till after One.
AARON
It’s about your brother. Frank. He’s gone missing. I’ve been trying to find him, and I’ve had no luck at all, and was hoping you’d be willing to help out.
I haven’t gone by Da Funk in over a year now, and I’m not about to. My name is Aaron.
VIC
Very well then...Aaron. I must say, the fact that you’re not immediately running away from me says something. Obviously you have business that involves me in some way, otherwise you wouldn’t be stalking me like this.
AARON
I had my reasons. But I’m at my wits end, Vic.
VIC
Well...you would do good to know I’m incredibly busy this week. If you want me to help you out, it’ll have to wait a week or so till after One.
AARON
It’s about your brother. Frank. He’s gone missing. I’ve been trying to find him, and I’ve had no luck at all, and was hoping you’d be willing to help out.
Vic looks at Aaron briefly before turning his back to him and continuing his training.
VIC
I’m not interested.
AARON
WHAT?!
VIC
You heard me. Not. Interested.
AARON
I can’t believe this. Your own brother, gone. And you’re not willing to search for him.
Vic pauses his drills, turns to face Aaron and walks towards him.
VIC
Trust me. I know Franky better than anyone else. I know wherever he is, he can handle himself. And like I said, I have better things to worry about. I don’t know how well you follow the DubSeeEff these days, but I’m booked for a...quite frankly huge match at One. Eight men. Tables. Ladders. Chairs. Tag Team titles. And trust me, I don’t intend on squandering this match. One thing Franky could never do in his whole career was win on the big stage. A career as decorated as his, and not a single W at One. I’m not gonna fall to that same fate, Aaron. Believe that. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to continue my drills for the day.
Trust me. I know Franky better than anyone else. I know wherever he is, he can handle himself. And like I said, I have better things to worry about. I don’t know how well you follow the DubSeeEff these days, but I’m booked for a...quite frankly huge match at One. Eight men. Tables. Ladders. Chairs. Tag Team titles. And trust me, I don’t intend on squandering this match. One thing Franky could never do in his whole career was win on the big stage. A career as decorated as his, and not a single W at One. I’m not gonna fall to that same fate, Aaron. Believe that. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to continue my drills for the day.
Vic turns back around and continues striking the bag. Aaron is left stunned at what he’s heard. He says nothing, just stares at Vic.
AARON
Well then...I guess I’ll just be going then.
Well then...I guess I’ll just be going then.
Aaron leaves the Gimnasio through the front door, a bit shaken. Vic ignores his exit. Eventually Spencer returns to the gym, bags of food in his hands.
SPENCER
You’re gonna come eat now Vic? This stuff won’t stay hot for long.
You’re gonna come eat now Vic? This stuff won’t stay hot for long.
Vic stops dead in his tracks.
VIC
Sure.
SPENCER
By the way...what was up with that guy I saw walk out of here not too long ago?
VIC
It’s nothing.
SPENCER
I’m curious as to what you said to him. Poor guy had tears rolling down his face. What did you DO to him man?
VIC
Like I said...nothing.
Sure.
SPENCER
By the way...what was up with that guy I saw walk out of here not too long ago?
VIC
It’s nothing.
SPENCER
I’m curious as to what you said to him. Poor guy had tears rolling down his face. What did you DO to him man?
VIC
Like I said...nothing.
Spencer looks at Vic worriedly. He eventually shrugs it off and hands Vic his food.
WCF HALL OF FAME - DEC. 24th, 2015 - NIGHT
The scene cuts to a few days later. We are now getting a look inside what looks to be a grand and exquisite museum. only instead of fine pieces of art or millennia old fossils, this museum is home to the finest names to have graced a WCF ring. Within the hall itself, marble busts of all the inductees are housed in glass boxes, with a plaque detailing that wrestlers career below the bust. Many recognizable faces grace these busts. Creeping Death. Bobby Cairo. Slickie T. Torture. The list goes on and on. Only one person is visiting the hall today: Vic Venable. He is currently admiring the bust of one Jayson Price…
PSYCHE! We all know Jayson Price will never get inducted. No, instead Vic is viewing the bust of reckless Jack, admiring the details in it’s design. He stops admiring it long enough to notice the camera in the room.
VIC
Ahh, nothing like a little federation history to get excited for the biggest stage of them all.
It’s funny. Hall of Fames have a tendency, at least in my mind, to be pretty hit or miss in terms of how awesome they are. The Pro Football Hall of Fame in Canton, for example, is a superb example of a hall done right. Then you look at something like the Rock N’ Roll Hall of Fame, and it doesn’t even compare. Hell, the WWE Hall of Fame isn’t even an actual hall, just an idea of one. Pathetic. But I will say this, in all the halls you can find, there is no better one then the good ole WCF Hall of Fame. Why? Simple really, the sheer number of talent that’s been inducted. I gotta say, the Dub does a bang up job in giving legends their due once they’ve fizzled out and can barely wrestle for shit. I mean it doesn’t stop certain people like Corey Black and Logan from overstaying their welcomes, but what can you do. But I digress. These names you’ll see here were the biggest and brightest WCF has ever had to offer. But that’s not the only thing all the men have in common.
No, there’s one more thing all these guys share...hell, I’d even say there’s thing most EVERYBODY in the WCF shares.
A victory over Adam Young.
It’s sad really, once you take a gander at Mr. Young. In comparison to the relative young bucks in this TLC match, Adam Young has the most experience of the lot by far. Guy’s been around for years now, YEARS.That little factoid would be more impressive if it weren’t for the fact that Adam Young is the epitome of abject FAILURE in the WCF. I quite frankly for the life of me cannot explain why Adam keeps getting handed all these title shots and big matches when quite frankly he doesn’t deserve them at all.At best, Adam Young is card filler, an easy book for when Seth is lazy and wants to make someone look good by giving them an easy victory.
Every win this man has ever had, every title he’s ever managed to let his grubby hands get a hold of, has been through less his own talents and more through either someone like Joey Flash not giving a shit or just pure...dumb...luck. And if he does win a belt for whatever reason, you can bet he’ll lose it within a few days. Wrestlers are not made through dumb luck, and people handing them victories. Shit is earned in this business. A victory over someone like dune or Bobby Cairo? That’s career defining. That puts you on people’s radars. A win over Adam Young is the WCF version of a participation certificate. Means absolutely nothing.
It’s funny how completely shit Adam is. At times I get the feeling he doesn’t care in the slightest that he’s the laughingstock of the whole goddamn federation. He strikes me as a guy who isn’t in this industry to win, but to inflict pain on his opponents and to have an outlet for his VERY obvious anger issues. Which is fine, a lot of people do that. Here’s the thing though. In any given match with Adam Young, he’ll barely have any time to inflict said pain before his opponent pummels him into hardcore redneck pudding. So what’s the point, I ask you? Why go through all this trouble just to be so abominable in the ring? These are questions I have yet to find a good answer to.
The lack of talent in Adam Young is very apparent. The man can’t even hold a decent feud with someone in the fed before getting either his random buddies no one has ever seen or some relative of his in the mix. That’s right, Adam can’t hold the fan’s interests by himself, no sir. He needs help. He ALWAYS needs help. Only problem is these companions of his end up losing people’s interests even further by how dull they are on the mic. No personality at all. And all of these companions share very similar fates. They all either turn on Adam and feud with him for no reason or die in random accidents with no explanation. To be quite honest I would much prefer dying in a fiery car crash then be friends with Adam Young.
It’s so, so sad. I feel that, despite everything I just said about him, if Adam had the determination and the drive, I could see him inducted in this Hall among the other greats. But Adam Young doesn’t have the drive to do that. You know why? Because adam Young is lazy, and frankly that’s the worst sin of all. So until Adam puts some damn effort into what he does, he’ll remain only a footnote in the annals of this hall.
Ahh, nothing like a little federation history to get excited for the biggest stage of them all.
It’s funny. Hall of Fames have a tendency, at least in my mind, to be pretty hit or miss in terms of how awesome they are. The Pro Football Hall of Fame in Canton, for example, is a superb example of a hall done right. Then you look at something like the Rock N’ Roll Hall of Fame, and it doesn’t even compare. Hell, the WWE Hall of Fame isn’t even an actual hall, just an idea of one. Pathetic. But I will say this, in all the halls you can find, there is no better one then the good ole WCF Hall of Fame. Why? Simple really, the sheer number of talent that’s been inducted. I gotta say, the Dub does a bang up job in giving legends their due once they’ve fizzled out and can barely wrestle for shit. I mean it doesn’t stop certain people like Corey Black and Logan from overstaying their welcomes, but what can you do. But I digress. These names you’ll see here were the biggest and brightest WCF has ever had to offer. But that’s not the only thing all the men have in common.
No, there’s one more thing all these guys share...hell, I’d even say there’s thing most EVERYBODY in the WCF shares.
A victory over Adam Young.
It’s sad really, once you take a gander at Mr. Young. In comparison to the relative young bucks in this TLC match, Adam Young has the most experience of the lot by far. Guy’s been around for years now, YEARS.That little factoid would be more impressive if it weren’t for the fact that Adam Young is the epitome of abject FAILURE in the WCF. I quite frankly for the life of me cannot explain why Adam keeps getting handed all these title shots and big matches when quite frankly he doesn’t deserve them at all.At best, Adam Young is card filler, an easy book for when Seth is lazy and wants to make someone look good by giving them an easy victory.
Every win this man has ever had, every title he’s ever managed to let his grubby hands get a hold of, has been through less his own talents and more through either someone like Joey Flash not giving a shit or just pure...dumb...luck. And if he does win a belt for whatever reason, you can bet he’ll lose it within a few days. Wrestlers are not made through dumb luck, and people handing them victories. Shit is earned in this business. A victory over someone like dune or Bobby Cairo? That’s career defining. That puts you on people’s radars. A win over Adam Young is the WCF version of a participation certificate. Means absolutely nothing.
It’s funny how completely shit Adam is. At times I get the feeling he doesn’t care in the slightest that he’s the laughingstock of the whole goddamn federation. He strikes me as a guy who isn’t in this industry to win, but to inflict pain on his opponents and to have an outlet for his VERY obvious anger issues. Which is fine, a lot of people do that. Here’s the thing though. In any given match with Adam Young, he’ll barely have any time to inflict said pain before his opponent pummels him into hardcore redneck pudding. So what’s the point, I ask you? Why go through all this trouble just to be so abominable in the ring? These are questions I have yet to find a good answer to.
The lack of talent in Adam Young is very apparent. The man can’t even hold a decent feud with someone in the fed before getting either his random buddies no one has ever seen or some relative of his in the mix. That’s right, Adam can’t hold the fan’s interests by himself, no sir. He needs help. He ALWAYS needs help. Only problem is these companions of his end up losing people’s interests even further by how dull they are on the mic. No personality at all. And all of these companions share very similar fates. They all either turn on Adam and feud with him for no reason or die in random accidents with no explanation. To be quite honest I would much prefer dying in a fiery car crash then be friends with Adam Young.
It’s so, so sad. I feel that, despite everything I just said about him, if Adam had the determination and the drive, I could see him inducted in this Hall among the other greats. But Adam Young doesn’t have the drive to do that. You know why? Because adam Young is lazy, and frankly that’s the worst sin of all. So until Adam puts some damn effort into what he does, he’ll remain only a footnote in the annals of this hall.
Vic steps out of the hall proper, and into the museum portion, with all sorts of WCF artifacts preserved for all of history. Things like special title belts, famous weapons, and photographs of the most memorable WCF moments are included here.
VIC
You know, this museum actually reminds me of another pretty good Hall of Fame. The National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum in Cooperstown, New York. Preserving the legacy of America’s Favorite Pastime, and doing a pretty damn good job of it, too. For the most part, all the recognizable names you’d expect the been in that Hall are in there. Babe Ruth. Jackie Robinson. Pedro Martinez. The list goes on and on. All the names you’d expect to be there are there. That is...except for one.
Pete Rose. At once thought to be a lock for induction, the stupid motherfucker got caught betting on his own team as a manager and got banned from the game for life, and by extension, the Hall.
Sound familiar, Kyle? That’s pretty much your entire origin story, isn’t it? Yet I strangely find what you’ve done to be even more foolish than Pete Rose. At the very least that man did all of what he did at the tail end of his career after he had shown everyone he deserved to be inducted. You on the other hand did it so early in your career that no one really gave a shit when you got banned. How sad. Not.
What a shitty way to go, isn’t it? Banned from the sport you love before you’ve even set your foot in the door. I may have felt sorry for you had you not brought all of this upon yourself you money hungry idiot. You have no one to blame but yourself. But apparently this type of fuckery is not only allowed in #BeachKrewe, it’s damn near a requirement to get in. But if we’re talking about the Krewe here, then we have to talk about just how SHIT you’ve become ever since you joined that cesspool. I should feel bad for you, watching you sink down to the C-level member of #BeachKrewe. Teo beating you for the People’s Title was a much needed kick to your overinflated ego. And not only are you facing him on Sunday, but your facing ME right after. I already hold the advantage over you there. You’re coming in already worn out. I’m coming in fresh. Just know this Kemp, what Teo did to you PALES in comparison to what I’m capable of doing. I have less convictions than Teo does about destroying people. My advice to you Kemp? Make like the Black Sox and just let yourself lose. There’s no point in even trying.
You know, this museum actually reminds me of another pretty good Hall of Fame. The National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum in Cooperstown, New York. Preserving the legacy of America’s Favorite Pastime, and doing a pretty damn good job of it, too. For the most part, all the recognizable names you’d expect the been in that Hall are in there. Babe Ruth. Jackie Robinson. Pedro Martinez. The list goes on and on. All the names you’d expect to be there are there. That is...except for one.
Pete Rose. At once thought to be a lock for induction, the stupid motherfucker got caught betting on his own team as a manager and got banned from the game for life, and by extension, the Hall.
Sound familiar, Kyle? That’s pretty much your entire origin story, isn’t it? Yet I strangely find what you’ve done to be even more foolish than Pete Rose. At the very least that man did all of what he did at the tail end of his career after he had shown everyone he deserved to be inducted. You on the other hand did it so early in your career that no one really gave a shit when you got banned. How sad. Not.
What a shitty way to go, isn’t it? Banned from the sport you love before you’ve even set your foot in the door. I may have felt sorry for you had you not brought all of this upon yourself you money hungry idiot. You have no one to blame but yourself. But apparently this type of fuckery is not only allowed in #BeachKrewe, it’s damn near a requirement to get in. But if we’re talking about the Krewe here, then we have to talk about just how SHIT you’ve become ever since you joined that cesspool. I should feel bad for you, watching you sink down to the C-level member of #BeachKrewe. Teo beating you for the People’s Title was a much needed kick to your overinflated ego. And not only are you facing him on Sunday, but your facing ME right after. I already hold the advantage over you there. You’re coming in already worn out. I’m coming in fresh. Just know this Kemp, what Teo did to you PALES in comparison to what I’m capable of doing. I have less convictions than Teo does about destroying people. My advice to you Kemp? Make like the Black Sox and just let yourself lose. There’s no point in even trying.
As he finishes his diatribe on Kyle Kemp, Vic notices a section of the hall that is unfinished.
VIC
Oh hell yeah, the newest addition to the hall! Come on camera guy, let’s show this one off.
Vic motions for the cameraman to follow him towards the unfinished “FLOP WING.” Next to the roped off entrance reads a sign…”COMING SOON...Take a close look at the shitty underbelly of the WCF. With special exhibits on….THE SUPERFANS...ANAL VIOLATION...AND RAYNE!” Vic just shakes his head.
VIC
Tsk tsk tsk.. It must be said that for every golden gem the WCF mies it leaves over fifty shitty wrestlers in it’s wake. It’s a sad fact of the business, So many join, looking to make their fortune as a WCF Superstar, only to fizzle out after two weeks. The business isn’t easy, not by a long shot. I suppose some people just can’t handle how shitty they are.
Patrilli, you really should belong in that group of people. There is absolutely no reason for you to still be in employment with the WCF despite your track record. You’re the absolute definition of card filler, the same as Adam Young. Only while Adam is at least slightly memorable because of how annoying he can get during his delusion rants, you have no redeeming factors to stand on.
I guess the fact that you’re not even closely memorable is fitting, considering your fight with amnesia. As funny as that is though, I’ll be quite honest with you Patrilli, I don’t even want to bother discussing you further. You’ve already forced me to talk about more at length then I’d care to talk about, and there’s no way in hell you’ll even put a dent on either me or Spencer. For as much as I’ve trashed Adam and Kyle, they at least have some (misguided) sense of talent in them. You don’t. Every other team in this match besides you and Preecha have held some type of gold. That’s pretty indicative of things, isn’t it? I’ve already wasted enough breath on you, Patrilli. I’ll wait till Sunday to show you how literally everyone else on the roster is better than you. Everyone.
Tsk tsk tsk.. It must be said that for every golden gem the WCF mies it leaves over fifty shitty wrestlers in it’s wake. It’s a sad fact of the business, So many join, looking to make their fortune as a WCF Superstar, only to fizzle out after two weeks. The business isn’t easy, not by a long shot. I suppose some people just can’t handle how shitty they are.
Patrilli, you really should belong in that group of people. There is absolutely no reason for you to still be in employment with the WCF despite your track record. You’re the absolute definition of card filler, the same as Adam Young. Only while Adam is at least slightly memorable because of how annoying he can get during his delusion rants, you have no redeeming factors to stand on.
I guess the fact that you’re not even closely memorable is fitting, considering your fight with amnesia. As funny as that is though, I’ll be quite honest with you Patrilli, I don’t even want to bother discussing you further. You’ve already forced me to talk about more at length then I’d care to talk about, and there’s no way in hell you’ll even put a dent on either me or Spencer. For as much as I’ve trashed Adam and Kyle, they at least have some (misguided) sense of talent in them. You don’t. Every other team in this match besides you and Preecha have held some type of gold. That’s pretty indicative of things, isn’t it? I’ve already wasted enough breath on you, Patrilli. I’ll wait till Sunday to show you how literally everyone else on the roster is better than you. Everyone.
Vic leaves the flop wing and heads to the exit, walking outside the Hall of Fame.
VIC
Well I hope you’ve enjoyed this little romp through WCF history. I know I have. It’s always fun to revisit the past. But the future’s calling my name, and her name is One. I’m walking out of that arena one half of the tag team champions.
BELIEVE THAT.
Well I hope you’ve enjoyed this little romp through WCF history. I know I have. It’s always fun to revisit the past. But the future’s calling my name, and her name is One. I’m walking out of that arena one half of the tag team champions.
BELIEVE THAT.
Fade.
SOMEWHERE IN MEXICO - DEC. 20, 2015 - NIGHT
Night has fallen in the Mexican desert, and blazing heat has been traded for cold temperatures. Making his way to where he believed Aaron was living, Vic journeys across the sands, making sure the wind doesn't blow anything into his eyes. He had seriously debated even coming out here in the first place. His judgement got the better of him though, and as he nears Aaron's little hut, he begins to think about the last time he had actually spoken to Franky, and surprisingly, cannot remember a single thing.
The thought does not last long though. He soon stumbles upon the hut, and wastes no time helping himself to the door. When he arrives, he finds Aaron, crumpled into a ball on the floor. Near him is an empty syringe, from the looks of it this wouldn't be the first time it was used. Aaron wakes up from his slumber, dried up tears over most of his face.
AARON
V-Vic? IS that you?
VIC
It is, Aaron. I've changed my mind. I'll help you search for my brother.
V-Vic? IS that you?
VIC
It is, Aaron. I've changed my mind. I'll help you search for my brother.
