Post by Donald Deruty on Aug 7, 2011 0:18:54 GMT -5
The scene opens with only the sight of a big white building like the shape of a sports stadium dome. There are very nicely organized trees and plants all around the stadium, lines and lines of people are lined up in front of the ticket booth. They are sweating like crazy because of the ninety to one hundred degrees heat that has been occurring in the area of Boston, Massachusetts. The sound of a sports car engine starts to awkwardly echo in the back ground, the sound of the flaring engine gets louder and louder like it was heading straight for the camera. The sound ascends more and more towards the giant dome building, until the revving engine in a sports car body frame zooms right past the camera almost to seem to hit it.
The body of the car is indeed a sports car but a mustang GT to be more detailed. The blue paint of the speed demon just seems to look like a simple blur as it just flies right past the camera and hangs a giant left to turn into the parking lot. The elegant and nicely cleaned blue mustang pulls into a parking spot where a old station wagon sits to the right of it with the spot to the left of him empty as the asphalt under it just cooks from the blaring heat coming directly from the sun itself.
A single foot first is seen coming out of the blue and expensive mustang. That single foot is elegantly dressed by a very nice leather shoe that has black sows attacking the leather of the shoes all together to form the elegant shoe that is housing the foot. The foot is followed by another in the same shape, size, and form of a leather shoe, then by a whole waist of a human being. Not too long after the abdomen of the human shows itself the top also comes out of the blue tire burning death trap called a mustang. The top of the man is dressed with a very nice and formal black jacket and a white undershirt over layered by another white vest, followed by a black tie to match the black jacket. The man has slicked back hair with a pair of first class sunglasses that cover his face. The man shuts the door in one single motion and he begins to walk towards the dome doors, but in this motion of step after step he is greeted by a man with white hair, wearing a unusual tie die shirt with white buttons near the collar of the oddly colored shirt. The suggested older man begins to talk to the other man walking towards the dome doors ascending before them as they take each measly and relaxed step.
Stanley Moser: Hey, Donald! What are you doing here so early? You don't have to be here until tomorrow night.
Donald Deruty: Well Stanley, I have to do something a little extra this week that makes me come here a little earlier than usual.
Stanley Moser: Ok, well I heard about your match this week, I mean a WCF Championship match on Slam, I haven't seen that in quite a few years. I have been here for a long time as well.
Donald Deruty: Indeed I was in quite a shock it would be on a Slam as well, I just asked the boss about my rematch clause and such and he said he would allow it, and I guess here I am right now. Anyways what are you doing here so early? You usually don't have to be here so early as well.
Stanley Moser: Well, I like to come early and help out where needed, if anyone needs help putting up the titantron, or the ring, or the ramp, or even something so simple as chairs then I am fully willing to help anyone at all times.
Donald Deruty: Wow, no wonder you are the man that everyone likes. You mean no harm at all only help, well unfortunately this week I do mean harm to the man that ungratefully took my WCF Championship away from me at Ultimate Showdown.
Stanley Moser: Man, Odin...he is older than me! I mean some people just need to know when to retire, I mean I am about at the age where I am about to give it up myself. I don't want to but my health just isn't what it use to be.
Donald Deruty: I know what you mean Stanley, you are a man that has lived a wonderful and kind full life in the business of the WCF, helping out where its needed. Stanley don't worry about it man you have made the WCF proud to have you on our staff list.
Stanley Moser: Thanks Donald that means a lot to me!
Donald speeds up to be the first to the door, as he kindly opens the door for the man in the black and white stripped collared shirt come Monday at Slam. Donald follows Stanley in the nice air conditioned Boston, Massachusetts stadium. They continue to talk to each other as they ascend down hallways after hallways to reach there locker rooms for tonight and tomorrow.
Stanley Moser: So Donald, how has your life been out of the WCF? I mean I know you have been successful here in the WCF on winning the WCF Television, United States, Tag Team, and World Championships, but what happens behind the scenes with you? You really don't hear much about that.
Donald Deruty: Well Stanley, really I haven't been doing much. I mean WCF is my entire life I have been here for two years now I am not thinking of leaving unless age gets the best of me. WCF, I live, dream, and sweat WCF. This company has been my greatest accomplishment in my entire life. Without the WCF I am just a lonely man with no family to look after, to love, or even see in the flesh. WCF is my family to say the least.
Stanley Moser: Donald, I have been in the WCF for a long period of time as well, and you really need to worry about stuff out of the WCF for a moment. What are you going to do when you reach my age? And you retire from the WCF? I mean, you said it yourself, you have no family left, don't you think you should keep the Deruty name flowing through out the World? I mean I am doing the same thing, I am in full WCF mode, but once I get home to my wife and children I am a totally different man. I think you need to think about life after your time in the WCF is unfortunately over.
I am not saying that you totally have to stop thinking about the WCF, you can still live in the spotlight but just look at all the other greats that were here in the WCF. Slickie T for instance, he moved on, he knew his time was up and he had a empire of success just waiting for him around the corner with all of his casinos and hotels that he building from the ground up. I know he is a close friend of yours, and I think you should think about what is going to happen to you after the WCF, just a suggestion.
Donald Deruty: Thanks Stanley, I respect you being worried about my well being and all, but I have just tried to get some stuff going out of the WCF, and well...it always seems to come back and bite me in the ass. I have tried to start a family, but she didn't tell me about a boy friend until he came to her so called “rescue” in which it turned out he just got his drunk ass kicked. Life just has been a bitch to me in the past.
Stanley Moser: Donald, you will be fine, I know it is a tough time for you but if you don't think or do something soon then the rest of your life you will just try to relive the golden days of you in the WCF. I know you don't want yourself suffering like that. Just take the words of an old man, and use them to your benefit ok? Can you at least promise me that you will at least try?
Donald Deruty: Of course, Stanley! I promise.
The two men stop at a door that has the name Stanley Moser on the top of the door. The two turn to each other one last time before descending from each other.
Stanley Moser: Well this is my stop, Donald I just want to wish you luck.
Donald Deruty: For my match?
Stanley Moser: Yes, but also that you will find your coming after the WCF. I wish you the best of luck in your searches.
Donald just nods as Stanley enters his locker room, and Donald continues to walk step by step down the cold hallway. Donald stops a wooden door much like Stanley's only the name on the door isn't close to “Stanley Moser” at all. It is “Donald “D-Day” Deruty”. Donald just looks at the name and continues to descend down the hallway until he stops at a little tunnel that over looks the stadium that WCF Slam will take place come tomorrow night.
Donald Deruty: This ring, this company is my entire life. I started as just a man that was hoping for a part time job, and then I became addicted. The WCF was not only a place that became a place to earn some extra bucks for some groceries, or necessities. WCF became the real necessity in my life, week after week thrilling the fans and putting up a great show in the process. The WCF, is a place for me to relax and be myself, but Stanley is right I have lost track of real life from work. I have made my occupation my entire life in the process of becoming hungry for the WCF gold. I have wasted half of my life, some might say but I say I have made the best of it.
I have done so much here in the WCF, I have faced men in the ring that I only dreamed of facing. Men like the Hall Of Famers, Mad Dog, Slickie T, Logan, and Creeping Death! Men like the devil of the WCF himself Torture. I have made my dreams come true by finally beating the young, beautiful, and talented Anastasia Petrova for the WCF Television Championship. That moment was when I was thought of as a real champion here in this company. Before that time I was just another pebble that no body notices in life. I was just a pawn on a chess board, compared to the kings like the names of Slickie T, Mikami, Torture, Creeping Death, Logan, Greenfever, Kevin Hardaway, Brad Kane, I can go on for days and days naming off greats that I just look at kept my seat warm. So I moved on in the ladder trying to perfect and improve as much as I could to become like to legends at the top in the spotlight.
I took another step closer to the top when I won the triple threat match against Michael Diamond and Karl Voronov to win the WCF United States Championship. I was moving up in the world of the WCF, getting that much closer to the top. I was pretty grateful where I was at the business, I will content with my place as WCF United States Champion, but that all changed when the dreaded date of 1/04/2010. My near four month streak of me holding the WCF United States Championship comes to an ended on that dreaded night when Torture, and This Is War set a target right on my back. They thought that I was just the piece I was before I full filled my potential...a pawn, just another sacrifice, I thought I would make piece by helping Torture, win the WCF World Championship match, but he couldn't even do it with some help from myself. He took his pain and loss out on me, and he put me in an emergency room where then Seth Lerch had no choice but to strip me of my beloved WCF United States Championship. From that night on I new that my place in the world was the WCF.
I became that king on the chess board soon enough I beat Jay Williams for the WCF to be in history with the many other greats here in the WCF. I was on top of the world until a thorn in my side came along and took my greatest accomplishment of all, my WCF World Championship. That man's name is Odin Balfore, a man that has been around for ages and ages to come, maybe even a century, only the lord himself knows how old this hag is. Odin you are past your prime, you can barely walk up and down the ramp for Christ sakes. Odin, you have the experience, but like I proved in my ladder match against Ace Garrison and Creeping Death, in the world of wrestling experience isn't everything! I have defeated men at a much higher caliber than you are, and I plan to do that to you this week. You say that power can only be held by a man that is worthy of it and can handle it, but I don't think you are talking about yourself; I believe that you are talking about your very opponent this week, Donald Deruty!
Donald begins to walk through row after row to reach the ring in the middle of the giant stadium in Boston, Massachusetts. He continues to speak during he descends down the concrete steps.
Donald Deruty: Odin, you think you know what goes on through my head, you think you know every trick/move in the book, but you don't. You have only been in the ring with me one measly time, you have not felt the pain of facing the justice that is D-Day. Odin, your little shenanigans that you did to me last week about attacking me during my match against your newly formed “Alliance” I mean please, the only reason you joined sides with Baines is because you are scared of him! Admit it Odin, you are scared he will take away your little WCF World Championship, and mostly you are scared of failure. You see I have been face to face with Baines when he is engulfed with rage and anger, and you don't want to be on the other side of one of those brutal attacks.
You are the blood that I wipe from the bottom of my boot at the end of a match, you are the grass beneath me, you are simply a what I was when I first started here in the WCF, you are nothing more than a little pawn on my chess board. You speak of false beliefs, the words of wolf men, the words of the all powerful Odin and Thor, but you are measly the disgrace of Loki, you are the loser that Loki is. You look at yourself all high and mighty, but you are nothing but a ungrateful old man that thinks he is going to live forever. Anytime you could fall over and drop dead right there in that ring, it could be this Monday, or next Monday. Who knows, but Odin, I can almost guarantee you that the WCF World Championship that lies within your hands today, will be mine by the end of tomorrow.
D-Day reaches the ring as he climbs in the ring, followed by the camer, and looks directly at the camera still filming.
Donald Deruty: Odin, I maybe 0-2 against you, but as the record shows I don't give up, I was 0-3 against Torture, until that fateful night when I destroyed him and ended his career. Odin, you are too worried about you beating me the last few times, but Monday is another day. Odin, you can use all the useless and catchy sound bites like “It will be EPIC” all you want...in fact last time I checked that wasn't even your thing. So now you are stealing other people's ideas, what a shock from I dried up old geezer like you! Odin, the WCF World Championship will be safely in my hands come Monday, so enjoy your time with it. Another mention of my name will be inscribed in WCF history when I defeat you and win back my rightful WCF World Championship, and I will love every minute of it. From the time my hand is raised until the time I decide to pass it on...good luck Odin...you are the one that really needs it.
The scene fades away with the final word that was said echoes throughout the camera until it becomes complete silence.
The body of the car is indeed a sports car but a mustang GT to be more detailed. The blue paint of the speed demon just seems to look like a simple blur as it just flies right past the camera and hangs a giant left to turn into the parking lot. The elegant and nicely cleaned blue mustang pulls into a parking spot where a old station wagon sits to the right of it with the spot to the left of him empty as the asphalt under it just cooks from the blaring heat coming directly from the sun itself.
A single foot first is seen coming out of the blue and expensive mustang. That single foot is elegantly dressed by a very nice leather shoe that has black sows attacking the leather of the shoes all together to form the elegant shoe that is housing the foot. The foot is followed by another in the same shape, size, and form of a leather shoe, then by a whole waist of a human being. Not too long after the abdomen of the human shows itself the top also comes out of the blue tire burning death trap called a mustang. The top of the man is dressed with a very nice and formal black jacket and a white undershirt over layered by another white vest, followed by a black tie to match the black jacket. The man has slicked back hair with a pair of first class sunglasses that cover his face. The man shuts the door in one single motion and he begins to walk towards the dome doors, but in this motion of step after step he is greeted by a man with white hair, wearing a unusual tie die shirt with white buttons near the collar of the oddly colored shirt. The suggested older man begins to talk to the other man walking towards the dome doors ascending before them as they take each measly and relaxed step.
Stanley Moser: Hey, Donald! What are you doing here so early? You don't have to be here until tomorrow night.
Donald Deruty: Well Stanley, I have to do something a little extra this week that makes me come here a little earlier than usual.
Stanley Moser: Ok, well I heard about your match this week, I mean a WCF Championship match on Slam, I haven't seen that in quite a few years. I have been here for a long time as well.
Donald Deruty: Indeed I was in quite a shock it would be on a Slam as well, I just asked the boss about my rematch clause and such and he said he would allow it, and I guess here I am right now. Anyways what are you doing here so early? You usually don't have to be here so early as well.
Stanley Moser: Well, I like to come early and help out where needed, if anyone needs help putting up the titantron, or the ring, or the ramp, or even something so simple as chairs then I am fully willing to help anyone at all times.
Donald Deruty: Wow, no wonder you are the man that everyone likes. You mean no harm at all only help, well unfortunately this week I do mean harm to the man that ungratefully took my WCF Championship away from me at Ultimate Showdown.
Stanley Moser: Man, Odin...he is older than me! I mean some people just need to know when to retire, I mean I am about at the age where I am about to give it up myself. I don't want to but my health just isn't what it use to be.
Donald Deruty: I know what you mean Stanley, you are a man that has lived a wonderful and kind full life in the business of the WCF, helping out where its needed. Stanley don't worry about it man you have made the WCF proud to have you on our staff list.
Stanley Moser: Thanks Donald that means a lot to me!
Donald speeds up to be the first to the door, as he kindly opens the door for the man in the black and white stripped collared shirt come Monday at Slam. Donald follows Stanley in the nice air conditioned Boston, Massachusetts stadium. They continue to talk to each other as they ascend down hallways after hallways to reach there locker rooms for tonight and tomorrow.
Stanley Moser: So Donald, how has your life been out of the WCF? I mean I know you have been successful here in the WCF on winning the WCF Television, United States, Tag Team, and World Championships, but what happens behind the scenes with you? You really don't hear much about that.
Donald Deruty: Well Stanley, really I haven't been doing much. I mean WCF is my entire life I have been here for two years now I am not thinking of leaving unless age gets the best of me. WCF, I live, dream, and sweat WCF. This company has been my greatest accomplishment in my entire life. Without the WCF I am just a lonely man with no family to look after, to love, or even see in the flesh. WCF is my family to say the least.
Stanley Moser: Donald, I have been in the WCF for a long period of time as well, and you really need to worry about stuff out of the WCF for a moment. What are you going to do when you reach my age? And you retire from the WCF? I mean, you said it yourself, you have no family left, don't you think you should keep the Deruty name flowing through out the World? I mean I am doing the same thing, I am in full WCF mode, but once I get home to my wife and children I am a totally different man. I think you need to think about life after your time in the WCF is unfortunately over.
I am not saying that you totally have to stop thinking about the WCF, you can still live in the spotlight but just look at all the other greats that were here in the WCF. Slickie T for instance, he moved on, he knew his time was up and he had a empire of success just waiting for him around the corner with all of his casinos and hotels that he building from the ground up. I know he is a close friend of yours, and I think you should think about what is going to happen to you after the WCF, just a suggestion.
Donald Deruty: Thanks Stanley, I respect you being worried about my well being and all, but I have just tried to get some stuff going out of the WCF, and well...it always seems to come back and bite me in the ass. I have tried to start a family, but she didn't tell me about a boy friend until he came to her so called “rescue” in which it turned out he just got his drunk ass kicked. Life just has been a bitch to me in the past.
Stanley Moser: Donald, you will be fine, I know it is a tough time for you but if you don't think or do something soon then the rest of your life you will just try to relive the golden days of you in the WCF. I know you don't want yourself suffering like that. Just take the words of an old man, and use them to your benefit ok? Can you at least promise me that you will at least try?
Donald Deruty: Of course, Stanley! I promise.
The two men stop at a door that has the name Stanley Moser on the top of the door. The two turn to each other one last time before descending from each other.
Stanley Moser: Well this is my stop, Donald I just want to wish you luck.
Donald Deruty: For my match?
Stanley Moser: Yes, but also that you will find your coming after the WCF. I wish you the best of luck in your searches.
Donald just nods as Stanley enters his locker room, and Donald continues to walk step by step down the cold hallway. Donald stops a wooden door much like Stanley's only the name on the door isn't close to “Stanley Moser” at all. It is “Donald “D-Day” Deruty”. Donald just looks at the name and continues to descend down the hallway until he stops at a little tunnel that over looks the stadium that WCF Slam will take place come tomorrow night.
Donald Deruty: This ring, this company is my entire life. I started as just a man that was hoping for a part time job, and then I became addicted. The WCF was not only a place that became a place to earn some extra bucks for some groceries, or necessities. WCF became the real necessity in my life, week after week thrilling the fans and putting up a great show in the process. The WCF, is a place for me to relax and be myself, but Stanley is right I have lost track of real life from work. I have made my occupation my entire life in the process of becoming hungry for the WCF gold. I have wasted half of my life, some might say but I say I have made the best of it.
I have done so much here in the WCF, I have faced men in the ring that I only dreamed of facing. Men like the Hall Of Famers, Mad Dog, Slickie T, Logan, and Creeping Death! Men like the devil of the WCF himself Torture. I have made my dreams come true by finally beating the young, beautiful, and talented Anastasia Petrova for the WCF Television Championship. That moment was when I was thought of as a real champion here in this company. Before that time I was just another pebble that no body notices in life. I was just a pawn on a chess board, compared to the kings like the names of Slickie T, Mikami, Torture, Creeping Death, Logan, Greenfever, Kevin Hardaway, Brad Kane, I can go on for days and days naming off greats that I just look at kept my seat warm. So I moved on in the ladder trying to perfect and improve as much as I could to become like to legends at the top in the spotlight.
I took another step closer to the top when I won the triple threat match against Michael Diamond and Karl Voronov to win the WCF United States Championship. I was moving up in the world of the WCF, getting that much closer to the top. I was pretty grateful where I was at the business, I will content with my place as WCF United States Champion, but that all changed when the dreaded date of 1/04/2010. My near four month streak of me holding the WCF United States Championship comes to an ended on that dreaded night when Torture, and This Is War set a target right on my back. They thought that I was just the piece I was before I full filled my potential...a pawn, just another sacrifice, I thought I would make piece by helping Torture, win the WCF World Championship match, but he couldn't even do it with some help from myself. He took his pain and loss out on me, and he put me in an emergency room where then Seth Lerch had no choice but to strip me of my beloved WCF United States Championship. From that night on I new that my place in the world was the WCF.
I became that king on the chess board soon enough I beat Jay Williams for the WCF to be in history with the many other greats here in the WCF. I was on top of the world until a thorn in my side came along and took my greatest accomplishment of all, my WCF World Championship. That man's name is Odin Balfore, a man that has been around for ages and ages to come, maybe even a century, only the lord himself knows how old this hag is. Odin you are past your prime, you can barely walk up and down the ramp for Christ sakes. Odin, you have the experience, but like I proved in my ladder match against Ace Garrison and Creeping Death, in the world of wrestling experience isn't everything! I have defeated men at a much higher caliber than you are, and I plan to do that to you this week. You say that power can only be held by a man that is worthy of it and can handle it, but I don't think you are talking about yourself; I believe that you are talking about your very opponent this week, Donald Deruty!
Donald begins to walk through row after row to reach the ring in the middle of the giant stadium in Boston, Massachusetts. He continues to speak during he descends down the concrete steps.
Donald Deruty: Odin, you think you know what goes on through my head, you think you know every trick/move in the book, but you don't. You have only been in the ring with me one measly time, you have not felt the pain of facing the justice that is D-Day. Odin, your little shenanigans that you did to me last week about attacking me during my match against your newly formed “Alliance” I mean please, the only reason you joined sides with Baines is because you are scared of him! Admit it Odin, you are scared he will take away your little WCF World Championship, and mostly you are scared of failure. You see I have been face to face with Baines when he is engulfed with rage and anger, and you don't want to be on the other side of one of those brutal attacks.
You are the blood that I wipe from the bottom of my boot at the end of a match, you are the grass beneath me, you are simply a what I was when I first started here in the WCF, you are nothing more than a little pawn on my chess board. You speak of false beliefs, the words of wolf men, the words of the all powerful Odin and Thor, but you are measly the disgrace of Loki, you are the loser that Loki is. You look at yourself all high and mighty, but you are nothing but a ungrateful old man that thinks he is going to live forever. Anytime you could fall over and drop dead right there in that ring, it could be this Monday, or next Monday. Who knows, but Odin, I can almost guarantee you that the WCF World Championship that lies within your hands today, will be mine by the end of tomorrow.
D-Day reaches the ring as he climbs in the ring, followed by the camer, and looks directly at the camera still filming.
Donald Deruty: Odin, I maybe 0-2 against you, but as the record shows I don't give up, I was 0-3 against Torture, until that fateful night when I destroyed him and ended his career. Odin, you are too worried about you beating me the last few times, but Monday is another day. Odin, you can use all the useless and catchy sound bites like “It will be EPIC” all you want...in fact last time I checked that wasn't even your thing. So now you are stealing other people's ideas, what a shock from I dried up old geezer like you! Odin, the WCF World Championship will be safely in my hands come Monday, so enjoy your time with it. Another mention of my name will be inscribed in WCF history when I defeat you and win back my rightful WCF World Championship, and I will love every minute of it. From the time my hand is raised until the time I decide to pass it on...good luck Odin...you are the one that really needs it.
The scene fades away with the final word that was said echoes throughout the camera until it becomes complete silence.
