Post by Xtreme on Feb 7, 2016 10:13:52 GMT -5
It was right there. It was staring at me. The chance to turn it all around, the opportunity to make it right. And I let it slip right through my fingers...
The scene opens up on Lucious Starr, moments after his match at Fifteen. He keeps stopping the replay, rewinding, replaying. Shaking his head as he watches himself tap out to the Trump Card. He sighs, looking at the floor.
No reason. No fucking reason I should have lost that match. I'm better than that fuck head...
Shit. How the hell did I let him get to me? How do I let him get into my head like that?? I know better than that. I've faced down far superior mental games and won... What is it about this asshat that got me frustrated??
Lucious shakes his head, unsure. He stops the tape, turning around and walking to a set of lockers. He grabs up a small bag, his helmet and a bottle of water. He slams the door shut, walking off. The camera follows him as he walks down the halls, heading for the parking complex.
It ends tonight.
I put this behind me, and next week... I start dominating again. End of story.
Lucious walks through the complex, throwing his helmet on as he mounts his ducati. He revs the engine, riding off to his next destination.
Later
The scene opens up on a sauna, steam rolling out the door as a man steps out. The camera swings into the space, panning through the patrons. The filter censors a few naked gentlemen and lands on two men speaking in a corner. One wears a towel, the other sweats in a fine suit.
That's what I... Augh... I have for you... Whew... For this week...
Works for me. The more the merrier, right? Which means I have that many more victims.
The man in the suit feigns a grin, nodding as he fluffs his collar and stands.
Indeed, sir. Now... Eck... If that's all, I'll... Ugh...
I told you ten times, Alfonse. If you're going to bring business along with me, it's better to dress for the occasion than for the job.
Sir, I will not deb... Augh... Debase myself and the honor of... Of... The uhm... The honor...
Lucious catches his business manager as he starts to fall, dragging the poor man out of the sauna and into the locker room. He nods to a spa worker, having a few words before slipping the worker a twenty. The spa worker nods, walking off as Lucious heads back into the sauna. He takes his seat, leaning his head back.
Sweat out the negative emotions. Breathe in the good vibes. Release the negative energy, take in the positive. Focus...
The scene fades as steam fills the sauna, enveloping the room.
Later Still...
The scene opens on a cocktail bar, various patrons strolling through with their drinks. As the camera pans the room, it falls on a familiar face. The lens zooms in, catching Lucious Starr with an unidentified figure.
So I've come to you to gain some insight. I'm at war with everyone, most notably myself. What am I supposed to do?
The toned, caramel male strokes his goatee, shaking his head. He grabs a swig of his Corona, looking at the WCF star.
Ese vato, I don't know what to tell you. Que ha sido siempre desde que entré en el círculo cuadrado. I can't tell you how to keep going on. All I can say, mi hermano, is to do what you can to center yourself and proceed with focus.
Lucious downs a shot of Jaeger, shaking his head. He looks to his companion, a sigh.
I was worried you'd say something like that. Fóllame corriendo! I want to do this, I do... But these damn ruts, Roy...
Roy looks across the table, nodding. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, trying to offer something for advice to his friend.
Look, compañero. You've never found a rut you couldn't get out of. You always managed to reach up, encuentra tu fuerza, and pull yourself back into the Main Event.
You may have gained a dark side, hermano, but deep down, you're still the fan-crazing hombre salvaje who helped form Shadow-Heat and repaved wrestling in the South Pacific.
This seems to entice Lucious, who grins from ear to ear. He raises his bottle of Angry Orchard, being met with the bottle of what remains of Roy's Corona. The two share a few more words as the scene fades.
Even Later Than That!
The lights come up on what appears to be a news room. Lucious Starr sits in a padded chair, dressed in a tailored suit and an odd Trump-like wig. He is seated in front of a green screen, shuffling through some papers.
Someone begins a countdown, and "World's Greatest" by R Kelly plays for a few seconds. Lucious turns slightly, a cheesy grin upon his face.
Welcome to WCF SuperStar News Network.
I'm your anchor, Headline Harold.
Tonight, we discuss the upcoming episode of Slam. But first, we go to Danny Drizzle for the weather. Danny?
The feed cuts to what we can assume is a prerecorded video of Lucious wearing a Hawaiian shirt, blue jeans and a bald cap. He points to an image of a wrestling ring, divided into false regions with pictures of his various opponents this week. He grins, slapping small crushed can placards on each spot as he speaks.
Thank you, Harold!! This week at Slam, I'm seeing a low front crossing the ring, with many cans of whoop-ass being distributed over various regions of the roster. We can also see a strong victory for the Starr region, resulting in a string of success moving forward.
Back to you, Harry!!
The camera cuts back to the 'live' feed, Lucious grinning as he taps his papers. He nods, breathing in before he speaks.
Thank you, Danny.
Our main story of the night. In a qualifier for a mysterious "Trilogy Cup Tournament", nine men are looking to make their mark on the industry by beating the hell out of each other.
A few of the combatants include the current reigning International Champion, a few former champs, and some guys who haven't had much luck. Let's jump in, shall we?
Lucious throws the top sheet of paper on the floor as the image of Punkin holding the International Title. Lucious looks up, straightening his hairpiece. A slight pause, he continues.
Punkin Caliban recently won the International Championship. He headlined against some major names in that match, being considered an underdog. Many believe he could be a fan favorite this week, both having his success in a similar match and the hot streak coming off Fifteen. Caliban could very well be looking at another solid victory and a place in this Trilogy Cup Tournament.
Or, he could repeat the result of Slam a few weeks back, and have defeat laid in his hands thanks to Lucious Starr. Yes, for those who may have missed it, Andre Holmes and Lucious tagged up in a victorious effort against Punkin and Bad Medic, with Starr gaining the actual pinfall victory over Caliban. One has to wonder if Punkin's streak will continue this week, or if history will repeat itself as Starr ends the match with Punkin facing the ceiling.
A pause, another paper flies off the desk and floats to the floor. Lucious pats down the rest of the stack as the image behind him changes to Adam Young.
Also, on this story, Adam Young will be a contestant in this match.
Young has been on a bit of a losing streak. He got whipped like cream topping by an elderly gentleman at Fifteen, and hasn't done a shit ton in recent weeks.
His only real accomplishment to date is being a fraction of a champion by gangbanging a now former champ; thus gaining a singles title for a group unit. Yes, this REALLY happened.
Another paper hits the floor, another flip of fake hair. Lucy strokes his chin as Dustin Beaver comes up on screen behind him.
After several months of dominance, Dustin Beaver faced a saddening loss with the Television Championship on the line. After having held the title for almost three months over the winter, Dustin's momentum crashed at Fifteen.
This week, Beaver finds himself in a position to gain redemption. After watching the gold he yearned so hard after slip through his fingers, will he be able to pick up the pieces and push forward? Or will he be met with more heartbreak and, very likely, a Hades Flame? It's a tough call, but my money is on watching Beaver get cunt punched in the fur balls.
Starr allows a grin to escape, flinging another piece of paper to the floor. The image behind him fades, coming up on Occulo. Lucious nods, somewhat impressed, perhaps? And breathes, speaking on.
What does a former United States Champion and reigning Trios Champion do when faced with opposition? According to his actions at Fifteen, he takes on the challenge and comes up Aces.
Oh, sure, he picked up a partner. And, okay, he beat the crap out of Dune by letting his partner put him out and just kinda sat on their opponent...
Actually, that really doesn't say much for Occulo, does it? This is a guy who was once highly respected and admired- or feared- and now, he's double teaming people and playing backup? If this is the Occulo shooting into this Battle Royal, there's nothing for the others to worry about. In fact, I would hazard to guess that being locked in I Claim Your Soul will most likely throw him for a loop he won't easily recover from. If he wants to prove his mettle, he'll need to bring something to the table from the OLD days of Occulo. When he was a threat to someone.
Starr slides a sheet of paper across the desk, shrugging. He starts looking over his remaining papers, suddenly appearing shocked as he taps his ear.
Ladies and gentlemen, before I can continue, we have breaking news!! We go to Finn Flash in the field. Finn?
Again, we cut to a video. The camera comes up on Lucious, now with a long, blonde wig and sweatsuit. He holds a mic, appearing flustered.
Harry, we have just received word that Bad News Benson and Benjamin Atreyu are wreaking havoc in the center of our city!! I'm going to try to get answers for our viewers!!
Lucious turns around, taking a few steps to his right. The camera zooms out, landing on a fat man in a Hulk costume- painted black- and a middle-aged man with shades and a walking stick. Starr approaches with caution, keeping his head low.
Mr. Benson!! Mr. Atreyu!! Can I get a word??
BENSON CRUSH! BENSON BIGGER THAN YOU! BENSON THROW YOU! BENSON EAT YOU FOR LUNCH!!
The Atreyu actor slaps the Benson actor with his cane, facing away from Starr as he speaks.
Benson here is a brute and just wants to break shit.
I'm a former talent manager who has had minor success in the ring, but probably should have stayed on the sidelines where I belong. Frankly, neither one of us is a real threat, as Benson is all brawn and no brains, as I am all brains and no brawn. We're working as a team right now to destroy this city, but just to see if that strategy might help either of us at Slam.
And what, Mr Atreyu, do you estimate your chances at Slam?
Not great. No; Benson is an idiot, and with that many people in the match, he might not have the chance to save me.
And without me, that mindless oaf is most likely looking at getting his clock cleaned at the first punch someone lays on his jaw. Nope, we're done. Probably have Occulo win. Or Jordan Wolfram. Or that Starr kid.
Thank you for the insight, Mr. Atreyu. We'll keep you posted on this story as it develops. Back to you in the studio, Harold.
Again, kick back to live feed. Starr cracks his knuckles as Jordan Wolfram appears on the screen behind him. Lucious flips through various pages, throwing several into the air.
I apologize, viewers. Apparently, whoever was supposed to cover Jordan Wolfram's had better things to do. Damn shame. I was really hoping to have something on this story, but I s'pose we've let you all down. Much like Wolfram's performance in the ring.
Bam.
Lucy grins as he lets the joke settle, adjusting his tie. The picture changes to Andre Jenson, Lucious shuffling his paperwork. He takes a moment to shift gears, looking intently into the camera.
A developing story, Andre Jenson was last seen an unwitting victim of a Hashtag Bitch Crew assault at Fifteen. Poor Andre was able to go toe-to-toe with #BC member and Tag Team Champion Kyle Kemp, until Kemp knocked the referee out long enough to utilize underhanded tactics and recieve an ill-gotten victory.
Our thoughts are with Jenson as he recovers, only to get beat like a teen's Johnson by an Avenger of Hades. We hope next week brings you better luck.
Starr flings another sheet of paper, taking a sip of liquid from a nearby mug. He takes focus back on the camera as the picture on the green screen changes to one of himself. He grins, sitting back in his chair and leaning back a bit.
Lucious Starr. Now here's the top story of the night.
A twelve year veteran of the sport. A former holder of multiple titles. A man who has claimed Main Event status not through his win record, but because of the respect he garners from his work in the ring.
Lucy seems to have lost a step as of late. He has back-to-back losses in a Final Destination qualifying match, then a singles match against Teabag Mahdik. It's been a rough couple of weeks for our favorite underdog.
Lucious stands, removing the hairpiece. He walks around the desk, getting closer to the camera.
But never have I let my situation drag me down. Never have I lost my cool enough to forget who I am and what I do.
And what I do... Is entertain the people. What I do is give one thousand percent in every match. What I do is set a precedent for everyone else to follow.
I lost my footing. It happens. But I have dug down deep and I've rediscovered myself. This Sunday, the world will see what happens when Lucious Starr steps into the ring, fully focused on his targets. At Slam, my opponents will receive the full Fury of Hades, and watch me rule victorious as I climb the ladder yet again.
This Sunday, ladies and gents, you all get an education as to why Lucious Starr doesn't need the main event.
Starr grins, the camera zooming in. A moment, followed by a voice of conviction.
The Main Event needs Lucious Starr.
Lucious walks off, the green screen flooded with images of his opponents. One by one, each foe is blanked out with a black star, and as the last one blanks out, the screen fades to black...
