Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2009 16:33:52 GMT -5
"Tera-fied" by Static-X plays as the scene opens up in one of the rooms in Gravedigger's mansion. Dobbie is lounging on a couch. A few feet away from him is Gravedigger, leaning up against a wall. His left foot is propped up against the wall and in his right hand is a pool stick. Chester is bent over the pool table, lining up a shot. He pulls back the stick and sends it forward. The cue ball hits one of the striped balls and just barely misses the pocket, bouncing back and setting up Gravedigger for a perfect shot. Gravedigger looks at his brother, Chester, and grins at him.
Chester: That's bullshit, that should have gone in.
Gravedigger shrugs and walks over.
Gravedigger: Well, unfortunately for you, it didn't. Thanks for lining me up. Looks like I might be able to sink in the rest and the 8-ball without you getting another turn.
The Static-X song is coming from a stero system across the room. In each corner of the room there is a large speaker set up. Dobbie has a remote in his hand and he lifts it up. He pushes a button and it changes to another song. The song that starts playing this time is "Horrors" by From Zero. Dobbie drops the remote back onto the couch as he sits up and swings his legs off of the couch. Dobbie looks over at Gravedigger.
Dobbie: Yo, Digger, why'd we put Tank Reaper through the table at Slam?
Gravedigger measures a shot and sinks in a ball. He stands up and looks over at Dobbie.
Gravedigger: Because I was pitting you in a match with him at the PPV and he's insanely huge. I'm giving you the advantage, plus I wanted to send a message to Timebomb who WCF is and that they shouldn't take us lightly.
Dobbie rolls his eyes.
Dobbie: Yo, you see his spot on TV earlier, he actin like that didn't even happen. He STILL actin like me and Chester are nothing.
Gravedigger: Then shut him up tonight. Prove both him and Shane Spain wrong. They want to ignore the attack on them, that's fine. They're in denial, but we got them back for what they did to the two of you.
Chester smirks.
Chester: Yeah those baseball bats didn't feel all that good.
Dobbie glares.
Dobbie: Fake ass bustahs ain't man enough to fight with their own fists, they gotts ta run out using weapons and shit. Dobbie don't give a damn how big that muh fucca is. Dobbie gonna break his damn legs and bring him down to Dobbie's height. Dood wanna brag about his one percent body fat, might as well continue that whole one percent thing. Tank only uses one percent of his brain. Tank only pleases one percent of the women that climbs into bed with him.
Chester starts laughing.
Dobbie: Dobbie gonna crack that ogre's skull, teach him not to mess with The Dark Side. Dobbie wants Mike and his swoll ass head down there tonight. Dobbie don't give a damn if he beats Tank on his own or with Mike D's help. Dobbie gonna get his hand raised. Tank Reaper, he can stand there running his damn mouth, talkin smack all day, but when he steps into the ring with Ghetto Fabulous, he gonna wish he'd spent more time working out than smacking those lips. Dobbie is coming at him with everything he's got and he's not stopping until he knocks his big redwood looking ass down.
The stereo changes songs as it cycles through the playlist. "To Return" by Chevelle starts playing as Gravedigger turns back to the pool table and sinks another shot.
Gravedigger: What about you Chester? You ready for Shane Spain?
Chester laughs.
Chester: Hell yeah, Digger. I was born ready for this guy. I got caught off guard last week at Slam. He got me. I admit it. One, two, three. That's fine. Things will be different tonight. See, tonight you've got your match with Creeping Death over control of WCF. Dobbie has his match with Tank Reaper. I can't sit there and watch as you two enter the ring and then leave it victorious and then be the only one who will walk out of the PPV a winner. Nah, I can't have that. I'm not worried about Shane Spain though.
Gravedigger starts to take another shot at the pool table, but stops when he hears Chester say that. He looks up with a curious look.
Gravedigger: Why is that?
Chester looks at Gravedigger.
Chester: Because I know what he's made of from last week's Slam. I know what kind of person he is. We were talking earlier about the attack on myself and Dobbie with the baseball bats. Despite how lame of an attack that is, we know it was too smart of an attack to have come from the ogre, Tank Reaper. Logan couldn't have done it because it didn't involve hot dogs. Biohazard doesn't need bats, he has that ooze crap going on. So, who does that leave? Shane Spain, right?
Gravedigger nods and looks interested where this is going.
Chester: See, it's true that we attacked them after the match, that was our plan all along. The two of them, on the other hand, attacked us before the match started. They wanted to make sure that we weren't 100% going into the match....because they feared us. Shane Spain was afraid of getting pinned by us. That's funny that Tank Reaper runs his mouth about dominating us in the match. We had bats broken over our heads for crying out loud. Most wrestlers would have cancelled their matches and been taken to the hospital. That's not how The Dark Side works.
Gravedigger nods and grins.
Chester: We're the most hardcore group in WCF. Shane Spain will pay for his mistakes once again tonight. The mistake of trying to take us out before the match started. Hell, he was probably hoping we wouldn't be able to wrestle. He was probably panicking in the lockerroom when he heard that the match was still on. Shane Spain will be taught a lesson tonight. I will show him that we are not a force he should be messing with. I will personally be defusing this TimeBomb of his. Starting with him.
Gravedigger sinks in another ball as Chester gets pissed about it. Gravedigger lines up the 8-ball, calls the shot and sinks it for the win. Gravedigger holds his hand out as Chester pulls out a wad of bills. He counts a few out and hands them to Gravedigger.
Gravedigger: Good, you two better take care of TimeBomb tonight. I'm not wanting to waste my time with them. They're not worthy of my time. They're of the same caliber of opponents I fought in that gauntlet match a while back.
Gravedigger grins at the thought of that match. Dobbie and Chester both start laughing.
Gravedigger: No, for the first time since that triple threat match, I finally have a challenge in the ring. I have to face off with Corey Black. Mr. Creeping Death. The soul of WCF. He thinks I need him. For money. Seriously? He really thinks he's THAT important to me? I have the other superstars. I have my own merchandise. I have The Graveyard. That place is packed on a nightly basis. Celebrities stand in line for that place. Yes, celebrities stand in line for it.
Earning money for me now is a hobby. See, the thing is, Mr. Black needs me. Mr. Black needs WCF. He goes around running his little mouth about how he's going to enjoy sitting around not having to do a single thing until it's time to hurt someone. Oh please, everyone can see that's some desperate cry for attention. It's a desperate cry for someone wanting to be in a match. WCF runs through his blood. Wrestling runs through his blood. He was probably as giddy as a little schoolgirl when Seth got the match tonight signed. Oh wow golly gee, I get to wrestle again. The fans get another opportunity to cheer for me. It's another chance at acceptance by everyone that has done me wrong.
I'm going to go out there tonight and crush people's dreams. I'm going to go out there and crush Seth Lerch's hopes at getting WCF back again. I'm going to go out there and crush Corey's dreams of being WCF's savior. Seth needs to pay close attention. I want him to be out there. I want him to watch as Corey's head is driven into the mat again and he hears three slaps of the mat. I want him to watch as I kill the soul of WCF. He will watch and then realize that Gravedigger has killed both the heart and soul of WCF back-to-back.
People might be wondering what will be next for The Dark Side once I crush Corey Black tonight.
Gravedigger grins.
Gravedigger: The fun will be watching WCF consume itself. Without a soul and heart, it will become self-destructive. Logan is still nothing and Corey Black will be officially gone from WCF. All hope will be gone.
Gravedigger laughs as the scene fades to black.
Chester: That's bullshit, that should have gone in.
Gravedigger shrugs and walks over.
Gravedigger: Well, unfortunately for you, it didn't. Thanks for lining me up. Looks like I might be able to sink in the rest and the 8-ball without you getting another turn.
The Static-X song is coming from a stero system across the room. In each corner of the room there is a large speaker set up. Dobbie has a remote in his hand and he lifts it up. He pushes a button and it changes to another song. The song that starts playing this time is "Horrors" by From Zero. Dobbie drops the remote back onto the couch as he sits up and swings his legs off of the couch. Dobbie looks over at Gravedigger.
Dobbie: Yo, Digger, why'd we put Tank Reaper through the table at Slam?
Gravedigger measures a shot and sinks in a ball. He stands up and looks over at Dobbie.
Gravedigger: Because I was pitting you in a match with him at the PPV and he's insanely huge. I'm giving you the advantage, plus I wanted to send a message to Timebomb who WCF is and that they shouldn't take us lightly.
Dobbie rolls his eyes.
Dobbie: Yo, you see his spot on TV earlier, he actin like that didn't even happen. He STILL actin like me and Chester are nothing.
Gravedigger: Then shut him up tonight. Prove both him and Shane Spain wrong. They want to ignore the attack on them, that's fine. They're in denial, but we got them back for what they did to the two of you.
Chester smirks.
Chester: Yeah those baseball bats didn't feel all that good.
Dobbie glares.
Dobbie: Fake ass bustahs ain't man enough to fight with their own fists, they gotts ta run out using weapons and shit. Dobbie don't give a damn how big that muh fucca is. Dobbie gonna break his damn legs and bring him down to Dobbie's height. Dood wanna brag about his one percent body fat, might as well continue that whole one percent thing. Tank only uses one percent of his brain. Tank only pleases one percent of the women that climbs into bed with him.
Chester starts laughing.
Dobbie: Dobbie gonna crack that ogre's skull, teach him not to mess with The Dark Side. Dobbie wants Mike and his swoll ass head down there tonight. Dobbie don't give a damn if he beats Tank on his own or with Mike D's help. Dobbie gonna get his hand raised. Tank Reaper, he can stand there running his damn mouth, talkin smack all day, but when he steps into the ring with Ghetto Fabulous, he gonna wish he'd spent more time working out than smacking those lips. Dobbie is coming at him with everything he's got and he's not stopping until he knocks his big redwood looking ass down.
The stereo changes songs as it cycles through the playlist. "To Return" by Chevelle starts playing as Gravedigger turns back to the pool table and sinks another shot.
Gravedigger: What about you Chester? You ready for Shane Spain?
Chester laughs.
Chester: Hell yeah, Digger. I was born ready for this guy. I got caught off guard last week at Slam. He got me. I admit it. One, two, three. That's fine. Things will be different tonight. See, tonight you've got your match with Creeping Death over control of WCF. Dobbie has his match with Tank Reaper. I can't sit there and watch as you two enter the ring and then leave it victorious and then be the only one who will walk out of the PPV a winner. Nah, I can't have that. I'm not worried about Shane Spain though.
Gravedigger starts to take another shot at the pool table, but stops when he hears Chester say that. He looks up with a curious look.
Gravedigger: Why is that?
Chester looks at Gravedigger.
Chester: Because I know what he's made of from last week's Slam. I know what kind of person he is. We were talking earlier about the attack on myself and Dobbie with the baseball bats. Despite how lame of an attack that is, we know it was too smart of an attack to have come from the ogre, Tank Reaper. Logan couldn't have done it because it didn't involve hot dogs. Biohazard doesn't need bats, he has that ooze crap going on. So, who does that leave? Shane Spain, right?
Gravedigger nods and looks interested where this is going.
Chester: See, it's true that we attacked them after the match, that was our plan all along. The two of them, on the other hand, attacked us before the match started. They wanted to make sure that we weren't 100% going into the match....because they feared us. Shane Spain was afraid of getting pinned by us. That's funny that Tank Reaper runs his mouth about dominating us in the match. We had bats broken over our heads for crying out loud. Most wrestlers would have cancelled their matches and been taken to the hospital. That's not how The Dark Side works.
Gravedigger nods and grins.
Chester: We're the most hardcore group in WCF. Shane Spain will pay for his mistakes once again tonight. The mistake of trying to take us out before the match started. Hell, he was probably hoping we wouldn't be able to wrestle. He was probably panicking in the lockerroom when he heard that the match was still on. Shane Spain will be taught a lesson tonight. I will show him that we are not a force he should be messing with. I will personally be defusing this TimeBomb of his. Starting with him.
Gravedigger sinks in another ball as Chester gets pissed about it. Gravedigger lines up the 8-ball, calls the shot and sinks it for the win. Gravedigger holds his hand out as Chester pulls out a wad of bills. He counts a few out and hands them to Gravedigger.
Gravedigger: Good, you two better take care of TimeBomb tonight. I'm not wanting to waste my time with them. They're not worthy of my time. They're of the same caliber of opponents I fought in that gauntlet match a while back.
Gravedigger grins at the thought of that match. Dobbie and Chester both start laughing.
Gravedigger: No, for the first time since that triple threat match, I finally have a challenge in the ring. I have to face off with Corey Black. Mr. Creeping Death. The soul of WCF. He thinks I need him. For money. Seriously? He really thinks he's THAT important to me? I have the other superstars. I have my own merchandise. I have The Graveyard. That place is packed on a nightly basis. Celebrities stand in line for that place. Yes, celebrities stand in line for it.
Earning money for me now is a hobby. See, the thing is, Mr. Black needs me. Mr. Black needs WCF. He goes around running his little mouth about how he's going to enjoy sitting around not having to do a single thing until it's time to hurt someone. Oh please, everyone can see that's some desperate cry for attention. It's a desperate cry for someone wanting to be in a match. WCF runs through his blood. Wrestling runs through his blood. He was probably as giddy as a little schoolgirl when Seth got the match tonight signed. Oh wow golly gee, I get to wrestle again. The fans get another opportunity to cheer for me. It's another chance at acceptance by everyone that has done me wrong.
I'm going to go out there tonight and crush people's dreams. I'm going to go out there and crush Seth Lerch's hopes at getting WCF back again. I'm going to go out there and crush Corey's dreams of being WCF's savior. Seth needs to pay close attention. I want him to be out there. I want him to watch as Corey's head is driven into the mat again and he hears three slaps of the mat. I want him to watch as I kill the soul of WCF. He will watch and then realize that Gravedigger has killed both the heart and soul of WCF back-to-back.
People might be wondering what will be next for The Dark Side once I crush Corey Black tonight.
Gravedigger grins.
Gravedigger: The fun will be watching WCF consume itself. Without a soul and heart, it will become self-destructive. Logan is still nothing and Corey Black will be officially gone from WCF. All hope will be gone.
Gravedigger laughs as the scene fades to black.
