Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2016 23:13:32 GMT -5
His Aura Can Be Seen From Space
His Smile Generates Enough Power to Light a Village
Even When He "Loses", He's Magnificent!
Co-Leader of Team WCF #PANTHEONKILLER
1/3 of Your WCF Trios Champions, and a proud member of Zero Tolerance
He is..
The Magnificent Bastard Adrian Archer
Scene: The Stan Sheriff Center, Hawaii.
October 16th, 2016
The Next to Last Match on WCF's Slam Card
Seth Lerch: OH HELL NO GOD NO FUCK NO! HOLMES YOU SUNUVABITCH I SAW YOU RING THAT BELL! THE MATCH CONTINUES! SECURITY, SHOW MR. HOLMES OUT THE HARD WAY!
In the ring, Adrian slowly opens his eyes, but immediately understands what has just happened. In a Flash, pardon the pun, he takes his arm, hooking it up under the leg, rolling his body expertly into a package pin..
The tights..He didn't grab the tights!
Against these guys, you have to have all of your bases covered..But Adrian kept the pressure downward, hoping that he could hold Joey Flash's shoulders to the mat. The referee, a man whom Adrian had never seen in the ring before, never seen him in the back with the other officials, a man who didn't exactly look like an official, from an uneven spray tan, to his golden teeth, he just did not have that air of authority most of the other officials had..
Nor did he have an earpiece..
But that did not matter now! Adrian Archer had Joey Flash pinned and squirming for his life, his career, his overbloated reputation, all underneath Archer. 3 seconds..
Just 3 seconds..
3 seconds that could change the landscape of the WCF forever.
3 seconds that were taking an awfully long time to count.
1..Only two more to go..Flash is fighting with every ounce of strength he has..
2..Come on..COME ON! My grip is loosening..He's a squirmy little bastard. His shoulder is almost up. The refs hand is coming down. Adrian closed his eyes. Not a religious man, he asked God for help at that moment. This would mean so much for the WCF. For Zero Tolerance. For him.
3!!!!
Adrian opened his eyes. Had he won? He heard the third slap to the canvas..He kicked out just as the referees hand hit the mat for a third time. A judgement call. Like out or safe on a play to first at a baseball game. Only there was no reviewing this call. The referee, whom Adrian didn't entirely trust, waved off his third count, claiming Flash just spasmed hard enough to break the pin. Adrian was stunned. He had him!
But Joey Flash was an opportunist, and proved it with a sharp punch placed with perfection to Adrians Jaw. A closed fist, illegal by wrestling standards, but then again, when did rules matter with these guys, especially with an assumed crooked referee, and the ticky tack nature of such a call. Whatever it was, it hit flush, and Adrian felt control of his body go away as he slowly drifted to the hard canvas. But even As Adrian felt himself slowly fall to the mat, he was already thinking..Scheming..even in the moment of his downfall. Even when his shoulders hit the mat. Even when Joey Flash hooked his legs with an unnecessary handful of tights. As a quick three count was exacted, Adrian decided he wouldn't kick out. What was the use? Cash was not himself tonight..J was on the outside of the ring running around and screaming as though someone had rubbed undiluted Reaper Juice on his face.
It certainly was not ZT's night. In fact, the whole night felt strange, as though a dark cloud was cast over the entire arena. Pantheon was taking a stronghold. And that meant doom for people like him unlucky enough to come in at this point in time to the WCF. These men had the influence, money, and the power to really make things difficult around here. As the count was executed, Adrian could have sworn Joey Flash was whispering in his ear..
Flash: through ragged breaths - That all you got FAGGOT! You are NOTHING! THATS RIGHT!
With the pin executed, the bell rung by the time keeper, Joey Flash took the opportunity to get some stealthy kicks in unseen, or perhaps ignored, by all. Adrian could have sworn he felt stinking spit on his forehead from the man who claimed victory by making the referee raise his hand twice. As Adrian lay there, he looked upon his teams three opponents. There they were. Prototypical "cool" guys. Cocky guys. Not magnificent. Pathetic. And yet, they had won everything thus far. Every battle. However, Adrian and those who would stand next to him were already well on their way to winning the war.
Cash tugged at Adrian and pulled him under the bottom rope. He did not look well. On his other side, Crazy J was still moaning from what appeared to be at first glance second degree burns to his forehead. Luckily not his eyes. As the men made their way to the back, Cash unleashed a bloody froth of vomit and collapsed into Adrian. J, recovered enough by this point to assist, got under one of Cash's arms, Adrian under the other. Medical personel took Jason right away to the ambulance waiting. J and Adrian got in the back without even changing out of their gear. Yes, tonight was a dark night for ZT.
Scene: Wahiawa General Hospital
3 A.M. Pacific Island Time
There is a saying about Hawaii; If you don't like the weather, then wait about 5 minutes. This was especially true this dark dark dawn as Adrian Archer stepped from the Emergency Waiting Room. A clear, beautiful moonlit night had turned into a warm misty early morning, showers coming and going as if a universal sprinkler was making its rotation and stopping to continue its cycle right here in front of the hospital. Adrian had 2 loose cigarettes and a book of matches in his right hand. He was still in his ring gear which was ok as far as comfort, being a warm humid night, however outside of the wrestling ring, he looked ridiculous. Adrian did not care, but he would have liked to have gotten back to the arena to get his stuff. Everything was in his gym bag; phone, clothes, hotel keys, everything. J was asleep in the lobby, Cash was comatose. The doctors were not quite sure what had happened to Cash, but they were able to confirm it was not due to in ring action, although that certainly did not help. Adrian transferred the book of matches to his right hand and struck a match, which was subsequently blown out..Figures..He tried another..Same outcome. Finally, he lit one match and quickly mated it with one of the American Spirit Yellow cigarettes he had bummed from another visitor. He couldn't remember the last time he had bummed cigarettes or was without his Zippo lighter, a gift from the Kaiser. In joining Zero Tolerance, Adrian had left his trusty staff behind who would usually help in situations like these. Adrian was truly alone now, and in dire need of assistance. He didn't feel like applying his usual Magnificent charm to anyone to get a lift. Taxi Cabs were nowhere to be found. The only number that he had memorized flashed into his mind..No, he thought..I..I can't ask him for help...The number was so simple, damnit why did it have to be his number? But he was the only one who could help..After smoking his second cigarette, Adrian asked reception to use their phone. He dialed the number that had unfortunately come into his mind.
Archer: Come on..Come on...
Adrian waited impatiently until a voice came over the other line..
Voice: Who is this?
Adrian: Its Adrian..I need your help..
Fade out, then fade in to the dawn rising over the island. Adrian sits on a bench, awaiting the person who could help him. Up front pulls a Chevy Malibu, newer model, obviously rented. The passenger window rolls down, and a voice calls out from the vehicle.
Voice: LOOKING GOOD ARCHER! HEY SEXY HOW MUCH?
Archer: -Relieved but annoyed- Shut up Damian..
He steps into the car. We see brakelights disappear onto the interstate with a quick edit into a dash cam showing Kaine and Archer.
Kaine: Well, this must be awkward.
Archer: Nonsense! We are both co-captains of the same team, team WCF. We should be spending some time strategizing for our Magnificent Victory at Helloween!
Damian lets out a grunt of disgust combined with a bit of laughter
Kaine: Really Archer? Like tonights "Magnificent" Victory where you ate mat AGAIN? Or perhaps my Magnificent Victory when I lost to CJ Phoenix. Although I'd rather lose to CJ Phoenix than anyone from Pantheon.But still. You can't fault me for being cautiously pessimistic about our chances!
Archer: Damian..I know it may appear the deck is stacked against us. But why would Seth have appointed us as co captains unless he..
Kaine: ..Unless he wanted these douchebags to come back and take over like before? Thinking that we would implode and it would create massive lulz for everybody?
Archer: I understand why your discouraged. But I can't think of it any other way but the best way possible. I cannot lose. I cannot let these disgusting creeps in Pantheon take over. It makes my skin crawl..Just when the WCF was coming back from the brink of disaster, here comes the very people that destroyed it in the first place. WE picked up the pieces. WE cleaned up the ashes. WE made it what it is today, and I'll be damned if these fuckers are going to come in and undo all of our damn hard work with stupid cliches and douchebaggery! Thats why we gotta step up man! Seth booked us in this match to prove ourselves because he KNOWS how good we are and how well we can do! Time to LEVEL UP MAN!
Damian quietly keeps his eyes on the road, focused. He seems a bit angry, but more at himself than anyone else. Adrian stares out the window at daybreak. The ocean looked so peaceful with the sun emerging from the horizon leaving molten streaks of light to permeate the water. The shadows of emerging palm trees set the scene for a fantastic postcard.
Upon their arrival at the Stan Sheriff Center, the night guard, just off his watch, let the day security staff know it was okay for these gentlemen to enter. He was a large man; looked like a native, but one could not tell and these days could not comment on such things anymore without reproach. We are all the same. We are all alike. That is what society wants you to believe so that the upper crust can skim the top without anyone noticing. It reminded Adrian of Pantheon. These guys have their own set of rules that apply to nobody else. They throw their weight around with a swagger that makes the Magnificent Bastard look downright humble in comparison. But Adrian did not see himself in the same kind of league as Pantheon. Pantheon is evil. Pantheon stands for all of the villiany and treachery of the upper class spoon fed entitled lunatics who waste their life away with drugs, alcohol, and sex. But they hurt others with their ascension. They pick on the fearful. They climb the weak like stairs, ascending to their life goals of "More Blow" and "More Drinks" and "More Money". Adrian knew these men all too well. They were the rich kids who worked him over in church. They were the trust fund kids in high school. They were the people Adrian loved to hate. Adrian has fed off that hate for weeks now, tonights defeat only adding extra fuel to an already hot fire which would engulf Pantheon like a Plague. Deep in thought, Adrian was snapped out of his trance by Damian.
Kaine: You arrogant fuckbag. We're here.
Archer: Thank you Damian..
It was at that very moment that Adrian remembered he was taxied to the arena with the boys. No car. SHIT.
Archer: Say Damian..Uh..I do not have a ride to the hotel..
Kaine: WHAT AM I YOUR FUCKING DRIVER?
Archer: How about this..You and the Brotherhood are at the Hilton right?
Kaine: Your point?
Archer: How about we discuss strategy in your neck of the woods?
Kaine did not trust Archer. Not as far as he could throw this whole fucking island. However, it was a good idea to try and reassemble the team that had already been compromised by Seth. Besides, if anything got hairy, Dion had a sword and Pomp would be there as well. He had the numbers advantage. Adrian on the other hand, as always, had a plan.
Kaine: Fine..but hurry the fuck up. You look like a freak in your gear.
Part of being a Magnificent Bastard was letting things slide once in a while. In order to get the wheels in motion, Adrian had to give a bit to Damian's anger. It was justified after all. In all honesty, it was he who turned on Damian. Adrian entered the facility through the back entrance, walked into ZT's locker room, and was surprised to find the area cleared out..Shit. Now he had no choice but to go with Damian until he could find his things. Adrian breathed through his nose slowly, and walked back out to the car..
Kaine: Wheres your stuff?
Archer: Haven't a clue..Say, Pomp is about my size right?
Scene: The Penthouse Suite, Hilton Hotel, Waikiki Beach
8 AM Pacific Island Time
Inside the cavernous suite, which Adrian came to find out was paid for by Bishop from his own pocket, Dion Necurat was sharpening a very large sword on a strap of leather, smiling as he did so. Psychopomp was sitting on a couch watching cartoons. They both turned when the door opened.
Necurat: Brother Damian you're finally...WHAT THE..
Pomp dropped his tin of cookies that hit the carpeted floor with a slight thump. His mouth agape, he sat stunned, then seemingly snapped out of it.
Pomp: Whats up Damian? Archer..
Archer: Pomp...Dion..
Dion stood, sword drawn. Adrians eyes grew wide
Dion stood, sword drawn. Adrians eyes grew wide
Necurat: ENOUGH!!!!
Kaine: Easy guys, he's with me! Its..hard to explain..But he is a person in need and damnit who are we in the Brotherhood if not helping brothers in need?
Necurat: HE IS A BASTARD! NO BROTHER!
Kaine: We are all brothers..And we now face a common foe. As much as you guys may not like it, he needs our assistance, and the Brotherhood helps others..
Dion puts down his sword. Adrian rushes to the phone and dials the Aston Waikiki Beach Resort. Busy..Unbelievable. Adrian hangs up the phone and for the first time in recorded history, Adrian hung his head. Without money, without clothing, with nothing to his name, fresh off a defeat at the hands of his sworn enemy, his brothers in the hospital and nowhere to be found, and in the company of men that he and his brothers had soundly defeated the week before with Gold on the Line. This was a sticky situation, but as always, Adrian was formulating a plan. He was the Bastard afterall..Damian threw a towel and toiletries, hitting Adrian in the head.
Kaine: Shower up Champ..We got work to do!
It is still morning in Waikiki. At a table overlooking the Pacific Ocean on a balcony outside of the suite, Damian and Adrian sit at a table amicably for the first time since they arrived in the WCF. Adrian looks rather different in Psychopomps clothes, but a shave and shower has done the Magnificent one wonders. A pack of cigarettes and an ashtray sits in the center of the table with a blue Bic lighter. A cup of coffee and a green smoothie sit on either side of the cigarettes. Adrian grabs the pack, takes ea cigarette from the top with his lips and lights it. We hear the conversation from this point.
Archer: ..so you think he's right for the team?
Kaine: He's a legend. But you think he'd join up?
Archer: Never hurts to ask..
Kaine: So if we get him, the team is set.
Archer: Leave that part to me..I don't just wrestle for a living you know..
Damian recieves a message on his barebones smartphone. His eyes light up.
Kaine: This just in champ..
Damian tosses the phone to Archer. He laughs..
Archer: Shit! I finally get main event status..And it's teaming with you..
Adrian tosses the phone back. The men laugh, Adrian a bit more heartily than Damian. Damian puts the phone back in his pocket.
Kaine: I'm not amused..You think it's funny Adrian?
Archer: Okay okay I'll level with you man..Me turning on you was the best thing for both of us. I mean, you are getting title shots and prestigious matches left and right! And me, well, I found my calling with ZT. Those guys aren't half bad once you get to know them.
Kaine: And the Brotherhood is not a cult...The same way J and Schizo are not Juggalos.
Adrian nods in agreement.
Archer: Pantheon combines low brow insults with half witted statements with a garnish of "cool" sayings. Truth is, they are just a bunch of grumpy old men looking to recapture glory..But our time is coming Mr. Kaine..it starts now, and will be more apparent this Sunday.
Kaine: How do you figure? These guys seem unstoppable..
Archer: Well, lets start with Wade Moor or "Broseidon" if you will. The man is very talented in the ring; far too talented to take a nickname from a Geico commercial. I mean, have you seen this guys social media posts? He's like a toddler with a new toy. He obviously does not give a single fuck about what he says, does, or puts in the universe. I mean, this delusional prick thinks he is a God. And speaking of which, Godnilla? Really? That sounds like a Bastardized name for a sweet sacRAment cracker. Or a the 32nd failed, Yucky, lizard inspired flavor at Baskin Robbins. Is this really supposed to be intimidating? It kinda makes me hungry for Nilla wafers and Pistachio Ice Cream as a matter of fact. But, despite his stupid name choices and silly internet posts showing his millennial underbelly and overall immaturity, the man is a damn good wrestler. Legendary. Did you see his match with Scarecrow? This guy is demented, twisted, with a God Complex. How does one beat a man like that? One has to think outside the box. Come Sunday, Damian, I say we shake things up a bit.
Kaine: And how do you propose we do that?
Archer: Because...As Always..The Magnificent Bastard has a plan!
Kaine: Like you did at Slam?
Archer: Smart ass.
As Damian and Adrian continue their conversation, we are transported by the wonders of modern technology to Bloomfield Hills Michigan on newly dedicated ZT Way. Salem has returned to town, though he seems a bit uncomfortable, constantly grabbing at his crotch and adjusting his shorts. Crazy J is on a tablet, writing very angrily, almost using his stylus as a spear. Cash is standing in a pair of tight white briefs, boots, and a cowboy hat, drinking a beer. All three men stand in front of J's house, and we join their conversation.
Shepard: Damnit..Can't stop itching..Cash..Where are your clothes?
Cash: Didn't feel like gittin dressed this mornin. Twas scared mah clothes would kick mah ass.
Shepard: Seriously dude? You were fucking poisoned! The fact you even went out there at all is like, superhuman shit man! AND you hit the Rebel Yell on the #1 contender to the World Title!
Cash: It don't matter none! Dat damn wetback whopt me up n down dat ring like I was one a his illegitimate children. I don't take to kindly to that kinda treatment, specially from no child beatin wetback in Panty-on..Hey J, whatchu doin man?
J: *sigh* I'm setting some of these idiots straight on Twitter..They have the NERVE TO CALL ME A JUGGALO!
J Says this in full facepaint, dreadlocks, and a Zero Tolerance baseball jersey.
J: ME?!?!
Cash: I don't see it..
Shepard: My fucking balls are on fire!
Cash proceeds to walk over and dump some of his beer onto Salems crotch. Salem sidesteps. Cash frowns.
Cash: Man thats the last time I waste a beer on your ungrateful ass..
Shepard: Its not REALLY ON FIRE. Just figuratively..It burns..
Cash: Burns..
J: Burns..
Cash: That Ring of Fire..
Shepard: SHUT UP!
Cash: Hey, you all hear from At at all?
J: Nah man..Lets check out WCF's website. Maybe he's like opening a hula barn or something..
Cash: Hula barn?
J: Whatever they call Walmart in Hawaii
Shep and Cash look at each other and shrug as J turns on WCF News..They see Johnny Rabid, a member of Pantheon, announcing that Adrian Archer has gone missing, and is presumed dead. The three men look at each other in shock.
Cash: Allright now I don't believe a word that filthy snake says, but we ain't hurd from Archer since I was in da hospital..
Shepard: Lets call him..
Shep takes out his cell phone and dials Adrians Phone, putting it on speaker. Adrians voice is heard..
Message: BEHOLD! YOU HAVE REACHED ADRIAN ARCHER! PL.
Shep hangs up, then hits a button for speed dial.
Shepard: Erik? We've got a situation....No this isin't about my BALLS!
Through the magic of..Oh fuck it..We're back in Hawaii. This time, the three members of Brotherhood and one Pompified Bastard are walking down a busy street. They all hold paper plates which contain the finest in Hawaiian Food cart cuisine..4 Moco Loco Plates consisting of a hamburger patty on top of a fried egg and a bed rice covered in brown gravy. The 4 men find a curbside cafe table and sit to enjoy their meal. Adrian has ordered a side of Spam Musibi, which he devours hungrily..
Kaine: Dude, thats disgusting..
Archer: Damian, you don't know whats good for you! Besides, you don't judge a book by its cover.
Just then, a person walks up to Dion..
Person: Here's 20 dollars..You look like you need it more than I do..
Necurat: I'M NOT HOMELESS! TAKE YOUR DAMN MONEY!
The person walks away while the rest of the table snickers at Dion quietly. Dion spitefully continues to devour his lunch.
Archer: Like I was saying, don't judge a book by its cover. Take our opponents for Slam this Weekend. Jayson Price has seen better days. He looks like a pure wreck from what the abuse of various drugs and lifestyle have done to him. However, he is an absolute all star int he ring, combining MMA techniques and some of the best wrestling you ever saw. Like this Moco Loco, its not much to look at, but it is really good and, on a bad day, both Price and this Moco Loco can mess you up really good.
Wade Moor looks as homeless as Dion.
Necurat: HEY!
Archer: Sorry, I had to! Forgive me! But my point is, despite his thrift store look, gross beard and stringy hair that make your leader look groomed by comparison, and his insistence on using terrible slang in his promos and Twitter posts, the man cannot be taken lightly in the ring. Damian, the most important advantage we have, is the element of surprise. These men have let their past successes go to their head. They take us lightly, Damian, and we can use that to our advantage. These men do not know what we are all about. They work on assumptions. They look at their previous body of work, look at our comparitive lack of experience, and feel they are somehow more superior in the here and now. And as long as we keep on proving them superior, by losing that is, they will continue to mock us. Well, that will not happen this weekend. Not at all! Because you and I Damian..One night only..Will Purge..
Damian's eyes lit up. Mention of The Purge excited him, for it was a time when he felt less inhibited, and more free. It took him back to a time when anything was possible and though it led to his eventual membership in The Brotherhood, which he was grateful for, he still perked up at the chance to showcase The Purge one more time..At this moment, a man in a black suit approaches PsychoPomp..
Man: Sir, have you seen At?
Pomp: Excuse me?
Man: At? Have you seen him?
Pomp: I've seen Her.
Man: At is a male.
Pomp: And Her is a movie where Bat Crazy Joaquin Phoenix falls in love with a computer. I have not seen At, but it sounds terrible.
Man: At is Him, not it or Her.
Pomp: Him..Is that a Christian Science Flick?
Man: He is At, not a Flick..
Pomp: Sir, you are really confusing me.
Man: I need to find At. Where is he?
Pomp: Where is he At?
Man: Yes. Where is At?
Pomp: Wherever the bro-Hood is is where its At!
Pomp attempts a fist bump to no response.
Man: Are you a member of this "Bro-Hood"?
Pomp: Yeah, me and my friends here..Except for Archer. He rides with ZT.
Man: So..Archer is At?
Pomp: He is right there.
Pomp points to Adrian. The serious man in the black suit walks up and interrupts Damian and Archer conversing..
Man: Are you At?
Archer: Cash must have sent you..
Man: I will inform Mr. Black that you have been located safely. Come, I will take you to the hotel to gather your belongings. Your flight leaves in 3 hours. You are needed back at Headquarters.
The 4 men rose from the table and exchanged pleasantries, wishes of luck, etc. Adrian and Damian shook hands..
Adrian: I will be back Saturday. But you have my number. We can do this. Leave the details to me..
Damian: I look forward to the return of The Purge..Even if for just one night.
Adrian departs with the man in the black suit. The scene transitions to Adrian in his rented Lincoln Continental, Black Suit man in the passenger side. The men pull up to the Stan Sheriff Center. By now it is late afternoon in Hawaii, but Adrian has one more thing to do. He steps out of the vehicle, leaving it running. Moving to the back of the vehicle, he opens the hatch and pulls out a large wooden box. With a grunt, he carries it to the employee entrance of the Stan Sheriff Center. He is greeted by security.
Security: Can I help you?
Archer: I am a member of the WCF. These are some personal effects I need for my Main Event match on Sunday.
After supplying proper ID, the guard lets him through. Adrian talks to himself as he enters..
Archer: Yes, the Leviathan will be beached..And on Sunday, a new show entitled The Price is Wrong will make its debut..We've tried standard tactics..Now its time for Godnilla Warfare...Sunday, the tide turns..Sunday..is the beginning of the end..For Pantheon..
Adrian turns a corner, and the scene fades to black for the final time this week.
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