Post by Thomas Uriel Bates on May 1, 2016 16:52:53 GMT -5
Scene I “Old Times Not Forgotten”
Undisclosed Location in the Desert
The desert at night can be a very cold place. The moon lights up the sky just enough that we can see a near endless desert with one solitary tombstone. The tombstone is rounded at the top, reminiscent of old tombstones of the nineteenth century. At the top center of the slab is the fanged skull logo of the Dark Riders Gang. The name reads “George “Gonzo” Murdock, II”.
The sound of motorcycles fills the air long before the headlights shine upon the grave. Three bikes stop just short of the final resting place of this WCF superstar.
Murdock now has Bartkowski on the ground as he taunts Big Train and Laze Johnson. Gonzo slams Bartkowski’s knees into the ground and tags in Gemini.
The three bikers slowly make their way to the grave. The largest stands at the center, while the other two flank him.
Gonzo jumps over the ropes and levels Cairo.
Zach Davis: CHUCK NORRIS SPECIAL!!!
The largest biker pulls out a flask and takes a swig, the other two do the same.
Natural ICE Beckman is cut short in a charge as he barely escapes the Chuck Norris Special from Gonzo Murdock, Gonzo follows up with a Van Damme Special.
The three bikers start pouring their flasks on the grave of Murdock.
Gonzo lifts Black into the air and drills him into the mat.
Fredy Whoa: Bat Country connects! And Gonzo follows through with the cover!
The referee counts the pin and the crowd counts along.
Crowd: ONE!
Crowd: TWO!
Crowd: THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
“Crushing Day” begins playing as the entire Dark Riders Gang comes to join Gemini Battle, Gonzo Murdock, and Thomas Uriel Bates in the ring as they celebrate their victory.
Kyle Steel: Your winners, and the FIRST EVER Trios Champions! Gemini Batle, Deuce Murdock, and still Television Champion, Thomas Uriel Bates!
Zack Davis: And there you have it. Trios Champions are crowned and Deuce Murdock earns a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship in the future!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Trios is actually over! And can you imagine Deuce Murdock v.s. ICE Beckman or even Dune! Ultimate Showdown just got more interesting.
Gravedigger: And no one thought the DRG would make it this far and here they silence the critics as their names are etched into history!
Scene II “The Boys Are Back In Town”
InterContinental Mexico
The InterContinental Mexico has a very nice conference room. Carpeted floors, a nice long oak conference table, leather chairs, and a beautiful view of the finer parts of Mexico City out of a massive window. The table is mostly empty, except for two very well known individuals. Grayson Pierce, and Mikey eXtreme, superstars of the WCF, legends in the making, and members of the Dark Riders Gang.
Mikey eXtreme: Has Bates arrived yet?
A tense feeling in the air between Mikey and Grayson indicates that some things may not have gone smoothly since their leader left.
Grayson Pierce: You would fucking see him if he was, Mikey. He’s a giant!
The resentment in Grayson’s voice is clear.
Mikey rolls his eyes.
Mikey eXtreme: Have you heard from him? We have a big match coming up, and I’d like to pick up a victory.
Mikey speaks as if Grayson is unaware of the Trios opener coming up on Slam.
Grayson Pierce: No shit, me and Bates are defending our Championship. Not you. God, I wish Deuce was here…
A booming voice from the distance responds.
Voice: We all do, boys. We all do.
Out from the shadows comes Thomas Uriel Bates in all his glory. He has rid himself of the suit and tie and is adorning the leather get up that made him famous in the WCF.
Mikey eXtreme: Ah, finally! Just what the W-C-F needed. Mister Thomas Uriel Bates, how have you been big man?
Thomas Uriel Bates: It’s good to be back. Mikey, Gemini. Great to see you again. Now, what have I missed, and who the hell are these clowns teaming with Ducky?
The audio grows silent as the three men begin talking. No official meeting, no Church like the old days, but a friendly and informative meeting between three old friends. One can only hope that this is a sign of things to come.
Scene III “The Ship Is Sinking”
Monumento a la Revolución
The Monumento a La Revolución, a testimony of Mexico’s rebellious history. Upon the steps of this historic landmark we see the massive and focused Thomas Uriel Bates as he watches a video on his cell phone. He listens intensely, and makes a few facial expressions reacting to the video. Several cars drive pass, but the once Trio’s Champion keeps his focus on the video.
The lights fade from the video, and the giant’s eyes look up to the camera that has been spying him for some time. Long having accepted the inevitability of the cameras in WCF, Bates simply scoffs before speaking.
Thomas Uriel Bates: So, I just finished watching the promotional video of Andre Aquarius, and I’ve just got one thing to say.
The camera zooms in on Bates’ face.
Thomas Uriel Bates: What?
The camera zooms back out as Bates’ serious look has turned into one of confusion.
Thomas Uriel Bates: Seriously, what was that? I couldn’t understand a word you were saying. Your mouth was moving, and sound was coming out, but you were incoherent Andre. Now I don’t know if it was the alcohol that effected your speaking ability, or if the sun just fried your brain, but you need to get that under control before you step in the ring this Sunday. Thankfully, this video had captions, so I could see what you attempted to say.
You see Andre, you’re part of this Millennial movement in not just the W-C-F, but the United States in general. You’re all about the party, the beach, and the crap they call music. You’re going around acting like you’re from the ghetto when everyone knows you grew up in a nuclear family with everything you ever wanted just like all the other spoiled rich kids. You’ve never had to fight for anything, you’ve never had to scratch and claw your way just to get a meal. You do your best to pretend though. You put yellow metal on your teeth and call it “gold grills” and frost your hair all in an attempt to rebel from your parents and their vision of you growing up to be a doctor or lawyer, or some meaningful thing. So no, you join up with a wrestling promotion and you try to make yourself sound like every other two-bit dumbass on the street that talks all big and bad, but takes off running the second grandma pulls out her Colt Python.
No, you team up with other likeminded fools and form the most ridiculous group in wrestling history known as Beach Krew. Now that’s a pretty big statement since other companies have grown men wearing unicorn horns on their head and shaking their rear end like a trio of high school girls acting goofy at a sleepover.
Now what has Beach Krew done, really? They “took over” a company when the big stars started leaving, and when the most dominate group in the company’s history sailed off into the sunset for grander adventures. I haven’t seen Andre or this Jared kid facing off against the likes of Bobby Cairo or Natural ICE Beckman. I didn’t see them tear down the Vapor Kings, or the Poondock Saints, nor did I see them utterly destroy the merger of both giant groups with Imperium. No, that was the Dark Riders Gang, that was me and mine. The height of the W-C-F Stable Wars, and it was the Dark Riders Gang that dominated. Dominated over the greatest and most legendary stables in the history of W-C-F, but where was Beach Krew?
They were still trying to convince security that they weren’t the ice-cream vendor. Now maybe you’ve done some work since I’ve been gone, anything is possible. Maybe you’ve pushed around the broken Imperium, after all now you have Joey “Ducky” Flash on your team, and we all know what kind of pushover he is. I swear, he gets around more than a two-dollar hooker in the Capitol Building. Maybe you’ve dominated in a Television Championship division that lacked people such as “In His Prime” Flash, Grime, Howard Black, or myself. Maybe you’ve actually done something with your life here… Or maybe you jacked off into one of those unicorn horns while other people did the work for you. Hell, I don’t know, I’ve been busy.
That’s right, your whole rise to the top, as you claim, has been so unimportant to me, or most of the wrestling world, that we would rather watch re-runs of Thunder in Paradise than watch one of your promos or matches. You might have Joey Flash on your team, and good for you, but that’s not really going to help you much right now. Who eliminated Joey Flash from the tournament last time? That’s right, me. Joey was even the weakest-link in that group, and this time around he looks like your strongest link.
Don’t get me wrong, Ducky is a good fighter, and I’m sure he’s had a lot of practice since I’ve been gone. He is without a doubt the one I’m going to be looking at to give us a real fight. I’m going to be looking at you too Andre, and Jared, but not because I expect a good fight out of you, but more because I expect you to try to pull of some low blow attack, or maybe throw in some thick gold chains or something.
Now I know you’re going to say that I’m stereotyping black people, or some stupid crap like that. The white Southerner beating a poor defenseless black guy. Of course you’re already starting that crap with your stereotyping of Southern people, and your own racist comments about not just whites, but blacks as well. You think we’re natural rivals because I’m white and your black, when in reality we’re natural rivals because I’m a man of principle and you’re a kid trying to enjoy some kind of “thug life” shit that you see your favorite rappers bragging about.
So I tell you what you can do, Andre. You too Jared. When the Dark Riders Gang comes down to that ring, when I come down to that ring; go run to your safe place and have a cry in. I’m coming down to that ring with the chalk to outline your body when I’m through with you. I’m going to make you eat those gold teeth, and maybe I’ll even smack your head hard enough you start making sense for once.
Bates takes back out his cell phone, and runs through more videos as the camera takes the hint and walks away.
Scene IV “Ducky”
Arena México
As the ring is being put together in preparation for the WCF Slam show, and kickoff for the WCF Trios Tournament, Thomas Uriel Bates sits in the far distant arena seating. He wears his three-piece suit, but the vest has been unbuttoned and the tie loosened. He smokes a cigar as he watches the camera as it approaches him. Once it gets close enough, he smiles.
Thomas Uriel Bates: Hello Ducky. Good to see you again. I know you’ve been having a lot of fun lately, especially with winning the World Heavyweight Championship. Congratulations by the way, just in case you didn’t get my card. I am a nice guy after all, right?
Well, I was. I was nice last time I was here, and look where it got me. You and your kind ran around and cheated in your matches, you picked fights, you weren’t out here to wrestle in a wrestling match, you were trying to push your way through the competition and slide your way into the top while no one was looking. You teamed with everyone you could just to get ahead, and none of that worked out too well for you. Hell, one year ago you teamed up with the two biggest groups in the W-C-F, and look where that got you; lying flat on your back in the middle of the ring after I placed you there with the Badge, ending Imperium as the referee counted to three.
No, that didn’t matter though did it? You had to try again, and you started teaming with other people. You even fully teamed with Seth. Now I know I made a deal with Seth, but I felt horrible even talking to him, you on the other hand spread your cheeks wide for that one. You joined him. You teamed with him. You and his buddy both. Anything to get to the top, right? Well good job, you have that gold around your waist.
Then you put it up for grabs in the Trios Tournament. You even put in the stipulation that whoever pins anyone on your team gets the belt. Well let me tell you something Joey…
I don’t care. In fact, I’ll throw in another stipulation Joey. If I get the pin, I simply hold the belt until Grayson and Mikey have a match between themselves to determine the new World Champion. That’s right, I don’t even want it.
You see Joey, I used to want that belt. It used to be everything I wanted here in this industry. Now I don’t even care. Now, all I want Joey, is the fight. I want the chance to pound your face in and crush every notion that you were ever one of the top guys in this company. You call me overrated, but look at yourself. You get by in this company because you piggybacked on every legend’s back you could find. You let them do whatever they wanted, and you waited for your opportunity to strike. You drove them into the ground and when they finally left, you took on what was left in the company.
I’m not saying you didn’t earn your title, you did. You earned that belt in a fight against Dune, someone who earned that belt from legends. Good job, but your competition getting there was me. Had I stuck around Joey, who knows? Maybe I would have ended your career months ago as I took the belt from you then.
But that’s just a big leather belt, with a gold plated piece on the front that looks all pretty. I don’t want it. In truth Joey, I’m not sure how long I’ll be here this time. I do have an election back home to tend to, and who knows what will happen, maybe I’ll win that instead. Stranger things have happened, after all, we have an orange man running for President even as we speak.
Thomas Uriel Bates stands up and walks towards the ropeless ring, running his fingers along the corner as he walks by.
Thomas Uriel Bates: We’ll see if you finally pick up the win against me, or if I beat you yet again Ducky. Let’s hope your whole world doesn’t come crashing down this time, right?
Bates walks away as the camera focuses on the ring.
