Post by Speede on Oct 2, 2011 17:53:51 GMT -5
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Where'd you go?
Where's your home?
How'd you end up all alone?
Can you Hear Me Now?
There's no light
There's no sound
Hard to breath when you're underground
Can you Hear Me Now?
Hear Me Now!
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Tagged:WAR X
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Location:Fredricksburg – Civil War Reenactment
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December thirteenth, eighteen sixty-two. America is a growing nation, and with that growth will come many a change; one of those changes occurring is the Civil War, fought between the Union, the North, and the Confederates, the South. Virginia was a part of the confederacy right on the border with the ‘half and half’ states Maryland and West Virginia, and less than fifty miles to the union state of Pennsylvania Being where it was, it was the home of quite a few of the Civil War’s most famous battles. On this date, however, one battle in particular was fought between the dividing the two armies in Fredericksburg, Virginia; what would in fact lead to a Confederate victory was but one battle of what would become a very gruesome war.
The sun is just coming up over the hills, and already there are the sounds of muskets being loaded and muskets being shot, of cannons being fired, and of thousands of men causing casualties and even deaths to their enemies on the frontlines of the Battle of Fredericksburg. There is a close-up of a Union soldier as he fires his musket, and then the camera immediately shoots to a Confederate shoulder falling to the ground clutching at his chest. Behind him in the bunker stands Roy Speede, outfitted in the uniform of a low-ranking Confederate soldier, aiming down the barrel of a musket rifle. He pulls the trigger, and it doesn’t take but a fraction of a second for the gun to recoil a bit as the sound of a loud explosion rings out.
He turns around, and crouches down, leaning against the edge of the bunker for a moment as he tears open another pouch of gunpowder and dumps it into the gun, and then without warning he spins around as he stands back up straight, and again aims down the barrel. Another moment and BANG! The gun recoils back a bit as the sound of an explosion echoes out again, and again he turns around and crouches against the edge of the bunker, but this time he looks up at the camera with a sort of weird smirk on his face as if he’s actually enjoying fighting for the beliefs of the Confederate army.
Roy Speede: “The dawn of War is upon us, and I’m not the only one who’s excited. It seems everyone in the entirety of the Wrestling Championship Federation is jumping at this opportunity, whether it actually means anything for them other than a debut or a goal upon which they’ll fall disappointingly short. What the buzz about, however, is the question of just who will in fact come out on top in this match of matches, the one and only War Ten. Not only does War Ten signify a decade of history behind one of the most renowned and hallowed matches in the history of the WCF, but the winner of War Ten will go down in history for not only winning the War itself, but for being victorious in the very first match to begin a new era in the Wrestling Championship Federation, one of restoring a once-great man to his former glory. I’m talking about Seth Lerch, of course, the founder of the Wrestling Championship Federation, who has proudly returned to rekindle the flame that once burned in the hearts of all the ‘wrestlers’ if you’ll call it that, that compete within the storied company.
See, over the course of the last, oh, year or so I’d imagine, the place got a bit... fucked up, to say the least. Seth sold the company to some freak on the Internet, who actually was the owner when I first signed with the company, and he was but the first of multiple people to begin on what would appear to be a conquest to run the company straight into the ground. Not long ago, either, there was a hostile takeover of the company by none other than Creepy D himself, Corey Black. And if he didn’t pull the plug that caused this company to flat line, I don’t know who did. He took control of the place for maybe two months. Maybe. During that time, not only did he allow for multiple poor calls from WCF ring officials, but he let them go unpunished, especially in a trio of poor decisions in which Donald Deruty was repeatedly screwed by Odin Balfore in which Balfore won, and subsequently retained the World Heavyweight Title twice in those three meetings, a title which he shouldn’t have even won to begin with. I’m not saying Odin sucks... Oh wait, yes, I am. But that is beside the point; my point is that Corey Black is one of the most, if not the very most significant reason why the WCF was closed forty-six days ago.”
By this point, he has reloaded his gun with gunpowder. It is, of course, a reenactment, so no bullets or musket balls are being used, but he still stands up as he spins around, aims down the barrel, and fires. A moment later, he’s back crouched down, and someone about twenty yards away dressed in a Union outfit falls backwards, gripping at his arm as if he were dying. Roy cracks a slight grin before letting the look on his face fade to more of a satisfied smile.
”Now the company’s back in the hands of Seth Lerch, and I’m greatly looking forward to seeing just what this guy brings to the table as far as making this company what it once was. As far as I’m concerned, as long as we don’t end up shutting the entire company down right after War, Seth’s return will have been a bigger success than the entire two months Creepster was in charge. So of course, good luck to him on keeping this place afloat and perhaps piloting it in the right direction.
But of course, on to the main point of why I’m talking to you today. See, folks, the War match is what separates the good from the great, and the great from the spectacular, and I plan on utilizing that to showcase my talents. Unlike many of my opponents, I seem to be heavily underestimated. What, do they think they’re better than little ol’ Roy Speede to the point where they don’t even have to worry about me being a threat to their chances in this match? Do they think I’m just going to stand by and let them roll me up on that mat for a referee to slap a three-count? Well here’s what they haven’t realized; they need to think again. I’m showing up with everything I can possibly muster in this War match, and if they expect to beat me, they’re going to have to work for it. I’m not going to stand here and proclaim I’m the best to you from this bunker and just hope to God that my prediction comes true; I’m going to show you all that I’m the best when I win that War match and get my hand raised in victory.”
He fires again, and again someone feigns injury out on the battlefield. He smirks as he watches the man fall to the ground, and then springs up out of his bunker at a heightened pace, and takes off running in the direction he’d been firing bullets. After about twenty yards or so, he does a baseball sort of slide, and falls into another bunker; the camera cuts to inside the bunker, and shows him landing on his feet, crouching down. Reloading the gun, he continues.
”War is just that, and you need to expect the unexpected to have any shot at going anywhere within the match. Even the most...”
He clears his throat.
”Unlikely of competitors can pull out a surprising performance in a match with so many factors existing within it. Not only are the biggest names in wrestling today going to be in this match, but you’ve got those unknowns, those mere jobbers putting forth untold effort toward winning the match, like those guys on the front line marching forth to fight for the name of his beloved country. He may survive, but he will never be fully recognized as anyone of importance in the community, in the history books, nowhere outside his unit and outside his own family. There are quite a few of these no names competing in the War, guys like Casper Blackheart, guys like Aaron Miles, who will show up, but will have no real significance to being there other than to add to the so-called killstreak of a big shot.
Some of these guys even have the audacity to sit there and run their mouths when they know absolutely nothing. Aaron Miles, for example, sat there and talked with Hank Brown when he felt the need to run his mouth nonsensically. He stood there and obsessed over Odin Balfore like a gay stalker. If that weren’t enough to tell me this guy just needs to shut up, he then went on to talk about Logan, Brad Kane, and Jake Keeton. He even specified how Jake was trying, trying mind you, to mention the entire roster in his tirade, and how he was disappointed in Jake for having turned around and focusing on Odin and Logan like everyone else. News Flash, buddy, you’re doing the same fuckin’ thing! Shut up, already, man!
Speaking of Keeton, who the hell is he? Okay, so he had a TV Title reign, big fuckin’ whoop! I had me a US Title reign and two Tag Title reigns, you don’t see me parading around like I’m the greatest being ever to walk the Earth. Beating Brad Kane is about the only thing you’ve ever done to impress me, and I’ll bet it was about that time he felt he wanted to retire, the first of like twenty go-arounds, and stopped giving a fuck about his in-ring performance too!
Not only are there those complete no-names trying to make a name for themselves in the the War match, but you’ve got a bunch of guys who have made a living in the ‘mid card’ as some like to call it, those guys who are easily recognized, yet haven’t yet taken the next step and gone on to the next level of competition, who haven’t yet begun to compete in the main event. I’m talking about those guys like Da Funk. I’m talking about guys like Ryan Blake. I’m talking like guys like Adam Young. I’m talking about guys like myself and like Buzzsaw Bundy, and as well about Kaylyn James Evans. All of us that I just mentioned have the potential to go somewhere, but have we used it yet? For some of us, the opportunity to go further will only come with time; for others, that chance will never come.
For instance, Adam Young, the Antichrist as he likes to be called. What, does he think he’s got a devilish little plot to surprise everyone and actually do good in this match? Ha! As if! Young can take his ass back to that breeding ground for ignorance known as... anyone wanna take a guess? Nope? Action Packed Wrestling, of course! That chump followed other former WCF roster members who weren’t good enough to make the cut over there, namely Tommy Knoxville, Jason Kash, and Shane Borderland, or if you prefer, Obligatory Vileness... erm... Organized Violence. He’s just another wanna-be butt buddy with those three, and he’s not good enough to belong in the WCF. Stepping back in the WCF is a mistake for him.
Another guy I mentioned, Ryan Blake, made a few bad decisions in his life, and for a while I was friends with him even. We tried to start a federation as co-owners when the WCF closed down, and he still has some crazy dream of making it work. I gave up on that place. I gave up on it a while ago. And he doesn’t seem to realize that the place is going to sink like a rock. He’s putting all his time into the place, and won’t dedicate two minutes to the WCF outside of actually competing in a match, and that will just be a part of his downfall; he’s distracted, and he’ll suffer for it. I plan on being the one to pin his ass for it, too, just to shut him up.
Buzzsaw Bundy was another one of the names on that list. Why? I don’t know. I wouldn’t recognize his name if I was reading through a newspaper; his name is about as easy to recognize as “Doc Henry”. Ever since his whore, Ana Valentine, went M.I.A., Buzzsaw hasn’t been able to do a damned thing. And I’ll bet you this, he still won’t be able to, because, as far as I’m aware, she’s nowhere to be found. Doc is... Well, he’s Doc. I’ve beaten the guy, what, three times now? It’s aware that he’s got some incapability of beating someone of my caliber. I’ll just let sleeping dogs lie, and by that I mean he would probably do better If he just stayed at home in bed on the day of War...”
Roy smirks, and as he pauses for a moment, someone drops into the bunker behind him. He spins around, hitting the intruder with the butt of his rifle, and then picks up the guy and places his limp body outside the bunker before turning back to the camera and continuing.
”And then you have some of these guys who are supposedly ‘the shit’ as people prefer to call it, who’ll just go all apeshit crazy and brag about their accomplishments only to fall short of their goals. Yeah, I’m talking Odin Balfore, I’m talking Logan, but I’m talking Donald Deruty too, I’m talking Brad Kane too. There are way too many motherfuckers in this match who think what they’ve done in the past means anything whatsoever when it comes to this War match. It doesn’t. It absolutely doesn’t. This match is a War, it’ll be as unpredictable as the Red Sox winning the 2004 World Series.
Take for example Donald Deruty. This guy thinks he’s something because he beat Jay Williams to win the WCF World Heavyweight Championship. He thinks he’s great because he manages to go toe to toe with Odin Balfore time and time again. I guess I should be on Channel Seven, because, again, News Flash! Deruty, you didn’t beat Odin, you can’t beat Odin, and you can’t even beat me! Okay, remember when you were Tag Team Champion with Logan? Remember who took those titles from you? Oh yeah, Franky and me! So yeah, I say again that you won’t beat me. And the guy you beat for that World Title, Deruty, Jay Williams. And the guy that he beat for the World Title, Johnny Reb. I beat both of those guys in a tag team match to retain my tag team championships. So yeah, I’ve beaten all three members of what used to be a whack-ass alliance, and I say to you again, Deruty, you are underestimating me, and you will never, ever, beat me.
I’m not going to go into details on Logan and Odin, really. Logan was supposedly my father for a month or so, it turned out he wasn’t my father, and then he teamed up with Deruty, and cost D-Day the tag team titles. Let him show up if he wants, I don’t care. So what if he won the thing three times? He won’t win it again this go-around. Odin is... He’s Odin. He’s a six foot eight three hundred pounder who’s had his height and weight increased by a shitload to exaggerate the size advantage he has over a lot of guys in the WCF. Size advantage don’t mean nothing, and neither does a bogus title reign filled with bogus refereeing calls. He wants to win? Tough titties, I’m taking that title home.
Then, oh of course, then there’s Brad Kane. He... I can’t believe it, but he is one of those two that fought me back at Thirteen, and even made me mutter the two words I can’t believe I even spoke. He made me say ‘I quit’. That was perhaps the most disgraceful moment of my wrestling career, but it will never, ever happen again. In fact, maybe I’ll return the favor and have Brad’s hand slapping the mat in agony at War, just to get the point across that he’s all hype and no skills.
Johnny Reb is one of the best wrestlers in this match, there’s no doubt, and I respect the opportunity to possibly compete against him again. Whether he’s in the ring or not, knowing that, when my hand is raised in victory, I will have outlasted Johnny Reb, among all the other wrestlers in this match, to become the winner of the War, and he is perhaps the person in this match that I would most want to defeat. I have the utmost respect for Johnny Reb, but there is no mercy for him when it comes to the War, just like there is no mercy for anyone else on the entire roster. This match is mine for the taking, and I’m going to do just that.”
Three loud cannons are fired in succession, indicating the end of the retreat of the Union Army, and for the Confederates to let them run. Roy climbs from his bunker, raising his gun in the air as he high-fives other people dressed in nearly identical Confederate clothing. He turns back to the camera.
”When all is said and done, the battle will be over, but the War is never going to be finished. Just like how the battle of Fredericksburg was won by the Confederates upon Union retreat, I will be the one last standing when all the other competitors in the War match retreat up the ramp after I pin them one, two, three. You don’t believe me? Then just watch. Wait and see. When all is said and done, I’ll be the one wielding the proverbial sword of the General, that big victory and the WCF World Heavyweight Championship, showing I am truly the top dog in the company, and in the business today.”
The scene fades as the rebel soldiers celebrate their win, just as Roy says he will be doing come War.
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Where'd you go?
Where's your home?
How'd you end up all alone?
Can you Hear Me Now?
There's no light
There's no sound
Hard to breath when you're underground
Can you Hear Me Now?
Hear Me Now!
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The Following is a
Silver Lining Studios
Production
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Status:Finished
Tagged:WAR X
Word Count:3,078
Location:Fredricksburg – Civil War Reenactment
Attire:Confederate Soldier’s Uniform
Soundtrack:-
Notes:-
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Roy Speede
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December thirteenth, eighteen sixty-two. America is a growing nation, and with that growth will come many a change; one of those changes occurring is the Civil War, fought between the Union, the North, and the Confederates, the South. Virginia was a part of the confederacy right on the border with the ‘half and half’ states Maryland and West Virginia, and less than fifty miles to the union state of Pennsylvania Being where it was, it was the home of quite a few of the Civil War’s most famous battles. On this date, however, one battle in particular was fought between the dividing the two armies in Fredericksburg, Virginia; what would in fact lead to a Confederate victory was but one battle of what would become a very gruesome war.
The sun is just coming up over the hills, and already there are the sounds of muskets being loaded and muskets being shot, of cannons being fired, and of thousands of men causing casualties and even deaths to their enemies on the frontlines of the Battle of Fredericksburg. There is a close-up of a Union soldier as he fires his musket, and then the camera immediately shoots to a Confederate shoulder falling to the ground clutching at his chest. Behind him in the bunker stands Roy Speede, outfitted in the uniform of a low-ranking Confederate soldier, aiming down the barrel of a musket rifle. He pulls the trigger, and it doesn’t take but a fraction of a second for the gun to recoil a bit as the sound of a loud explosion rings out.
He turns around, and crouches down, leaning against the edge of the bunker for a moment as he tears open another pouch of gunpowder and dumps it into the gun, and then without warning he spins around as he stands back up straight, and again aims down the barrel. Another moment and BANG! The gun recoils back a bit as the sound of an explosion echoes out again, and again he turns around and crouches against the edge of the bunker, but this time he looks up at the camera with a sort of weird smirk on his face as if he’s actually enjoying fighting for the beliefs of the Confederate army.
Roy Speede: “The dawn of War is upon us, and I’m not the only one who’s excited. It seems everyone in the entirety of the Wrestling Championship Federation is jumping at this opportunity, whether it actually means anything for them other than a debut or a goal upon which they’ll fall disappointingly short. What the buzz about, however, is the question of just who will in fact come out on top in this match of matches, the one and only War Ten. Not only does War Ten signify a decade of history behind one of the most renowned and hallowed matches in the history of the WCF, but the winner of War Ten will go down in history for not only winning the War itself, but for being victorious in the very first match to begin a new era in the Wrestling Championship Federation, one of restoring a once-great man to his former glory. I’m talking about Seth Lerch, of course, the founder of the Wrestling Championship Federation, who has proudly returned to rekindle the flame that once burned in the hearts of all the ‘wrestlers’ if you’ll call it that, that compete within the storied company.
See, over the course of the last, oh, year or so I’d imagine, the place got a bit... fucked up, to say the least. Seth sold the company to some freak on the Internet, who actually was the owner when I first signed with the company, and he was but the first of multiple people to begin on what would appear to be a conquest to run the company straight into the ground. Not long ago, either, there was a hostile takeover of the company by none other than Creepy D himself, Corey Black. And if he didn’t pull the plug that caused this company to flat line, I don’t know who did. He took control of the place for maybe two months. Maybe. During that time, not only did he allow for multiple poor calls from WCF ring officials, but he let them go unpunished, especially in a trio of poor decisions in which Donald Deruty was repeatedly screwed by Odin Balfore in which Balfore won, and subsequently retained the World Heavyweight Title twice in those three meetings, a title which he shouldn’t have even won to begin with. I’m not saying Odin sucks... Oh wait, yes, I am. But that is beside the point; my point is that Corey Black is one of the most, if not the very most significant reason why the WCF was closed forty-six days ago.”
By this point, he has reloaded his gun with gunpowder. It is, of course, a reenactment, so no bullets or musket balls are being used, but he still stands up as he spins around, aims down the barrel, and fires. A moment later, he’s back crouched down, and someone about twenty yards away dressed in a Union outfit falls backwards, gripping at his arm as if he were dying. Roy cracks a slight grin before letting the look on his face fade to more of a satisfied smile.
”Now the company’s back in the hands of Seth Lerch, and I’m greatly looking forward to seeing just what this guy brings to the table as far as making this company what it once was. As far as I’m concerned, as long as we don’t end up shutting the entire company down right after War, Seth’s return will have been a bigger success than the entire two months Creepster was in charge. So of course, good luck to him on keeping this place afloat and perhaps piloting it in the right direction.
But of course, on to the main point of why I’m talking to you today. See, folks, the War match is what separates the good from the great, and the great from the spectacular, and I plan on utilizing that to showcase my talents. Unlike many of my opponents, I seem to be heavily underestimated. What, do they think they’re better than little ol’ Roy Speede to the point where they don’t even have to worry about me being a threat to their chances in this match? Do they think I’m just going to stand by and let them roll me up on that mat for a referee to slap a three-count? Well here’s what they haven’t realized; they need to think again. I’m showing up with everything I can possibly muster in this War match, and if they expect to beat me, they’re going to have to work for it. I’m not going to stand here and proclaim I’m the best to you from this bunker and just hope to God that my prediction comes true; I’m going to show you all that I’m the best when I win that War match and get my hand raised in victory.”
He fires again, and again someone feigns injury out on the battlefield. He smirks as he watches the man fall to the ground, and then springs up out of his bunker at a heightened pace, and takes off running in the direction he’d been firing bullets. After about twenty yards or so, he does a baseball sort of slide, and falls into another bunker; the camera cuts to inside the bunker, and shows him landing on his feet, crouching down. Reloading the gun, he continues.
”War is just that, and you need to expect the unexpected to have any shot at going anywhere within the match. Even the most...”
He clears his throat.
”Unlikely of competitors can pull out a surprising performance in a match with so many factors existing within it. Not only are the biggest names in wrestling today going to be in this match, but you’ve got those unknowns, those mere jobbers putting forth untold effort toward winning the match, like those guys on the front line marching forth to fight for the name of his beloved country. He may survive, but he will never be fully recognized as anyone of importance in the community, in the history books, nowhere outside his unit and outside his own family. There are quite a few of these no names competing in the War, guys like Casper Blackheart, guys like Aaron Miles, who will show up, but will have no real significance to being there other than to add to the so-called killstreak of a big shot.
Some of these guys even have the audacity to sit there and run their mouths when they know absolutely nothing. Aaron Miles, for example, sat there and talked with Hank Brown when he felt the need to run his mouth nonsensically. He stood there and obsessed over Odin Balfore like a gay stalker. If that weren’t enough to tell me this guy just needs to shut up, he then went on to talk about Logan, Brad Kane, and Jake Keeton. He even specified how Jake was trying, trying mind you, to mention the entire roster in his tirade, and how he was disappointed in Jake for having turned around and focusing on Odin and Logan like everyone else. News Flash, buddy, you’re doing the same fuckin’ thing! Shut up, already, man!
Speaking of Keeton, who the hell is he? Okay, so he had a TV Title reign, big fuckin’ whoop! I had me a US Title reign and two Tag Title reigns, you don’t see me parading around like I’m the greatest being ever to walk the Earth. Beating Brad Kane is about the only thing you’ve ever done to impress me, and I’ll bet it was about that time he felt he wanted to retire, the first of like twenty go-arounds, and stopped giving a fuck about his in-ring performance too!
Not only are there those complete no-names trying to make a name for themselves in the the War match, but you’ve got a bunch of guys who have made a living in the ‘mid card’ as some like to call it, those guys who are easily recognized, yet haven’t yet taken the next step and gone on to the next level of competition, who haven’t yet begun to compete in the main event. I’m talking about those guys like Da Funk. I’m talking about guys like Ryan Blake. I’m talking like guys like Adam Young. I’m talking about guys like myself and like Buzzsaw Bundy, and as well about Kaylyn James Evans. All of us that I just mentioned have the potential to go somewhere, but have we used it yet? For some of us, the opportunity to go further will only come with time; for others, that chance will never come.
For instance, Adam Young, the Antichrist as he likes to be called. What, does he think he’s got a devilish little plot to surprise everyone and actually do good in this match? Ha! As if! Young can take his ass back to that breeding ground for ignorance known as... anyone wanna take a guess? Nope? Action Packed Wrestling, of course! That chump followed other former WCF roster members who weren’t good enough to make the cut over there, namely Tommy Knoxville, Jason Kash, and Shane Borderland, or if you prefer, Obligatory Vileness... erm... Organized Violence. He’s just another wanna-be butt buddy with those three, and he’s not good enough to belong in the WCF. Stepping back in the WCF is a mistake for him.
Another guy I mentioned, Ryan Blake, made a few bad decisions in his life, and for a while I was friends with him even. We tried to start a federation as co-owners when the WCF closed down, and he still has some crazy dream of making it work. I gave up on that place. I gave up on it a while ago. And he doesn’t seem to realize that the place is going to sink like a rock. He’s putting all his time into the place, and won’t dedicate two minutes to the WCF outside of actually competing in a match, and that will just be a part of his downfall; he’s distracted, and he’ll suffer for it. I plan on being the one to pin his ass for it, too, just to shut him up.
Buzzsaw Bundy was another one of the names on that list. Why? I don’t know. I wouldn’t recognize his name if I was reading through a newspaper; his name is about as easy to recognize as “Doc Henry”. Ever since his whore, Ana Valentine, went M.I.A., Buzzsaw hasn’t been able to do a damned thing. And I’ll bet you this, he still won’t be able to, because, as far as I’m aware, she’s nowhere to be found. Doc is... Well, he’s Doc. I’ve beaten the guy, what, three times now? It’s aware that he’s got some incapability of beating someone of my caliber. I’ll just let sleeping dogs lie, and by that I mean he would probably do better If he just stayed at home in bed on the day of War...”
Roy smirks, and as he pauses for a moment, someone drops into the bunker behind him. He spins around, hitting the intruder with the butt of his rifle, and then picks up the guy and places his limp body outside the bunker before turning back to the camera and continuing.
”And then you have some of these guys who are supposedly ‘the shit’ as people prefer to call it, who’ll just go all apeshit crazy and brag about their accomplishments only to fall short of their goals. Yeah, I’m talking Odin Balfore, I’m talking Logan, but I’m talking Donald Deruty too, I’m talking Brad Kane too. There are way too many motherfuckers in this match who think what they’ve done in the past means anything whatsoever when it comes to this War match. It doesn’t. It absolutely doesn’t. This match is a War, it’ll be as unpredictable as the Red Sox winning the 2004 World Series.
Take for example Donald Deruty. This guy thinks he’s something because he beat Jay Williams to win the WCF World Heavyweight Championship. He thinks he’s great because he manages to go toe to toe with Odin Balfore time and time again. I guess I should be on Channel Seven, because, again, News Flash! Deruty, you didn’t beat Odin, you can’t beat Odin, and you can’t even beat me! Okay, remember when you were Tag Team Champion with Logan? Remember who took those titles from you? Oh yeah, Franky and me! So yeah, I say again that you won’t beat me. And the guy you beat for that World Title, Deruty, Jay Williams. And the guy that he beat for the World Title, Johnny Reb. I beat both of those guys in a tag team match to retain my tag team championships. So yeah, I’ve beaten all three members of what used to be a whack-ass alliance, and I say to you again, Deruty, you are underestimating me, and you will never, ever, beat me.
I’m not going to go into details on Logan and Odin, really. Logan was supposedly my father for a month or so, it turned out he wasn’t my father, and then he teamed up with Deruty, and cost D-Day the tag team titles. Let him show up if he wants, I don’t care. So what if he won the thing three times? He won’t win it again this go-around. Odin is... He’s Odin. He’s a six foot eight three hundred pounder who’s had his height and weight increased by a shitload to exaggerate the size advantage he has over a lot of guys in the WCF. Size advantage don’t mean nothing, and neither does a bogus title reign filled with bogus refereeing calls. He wants to win? Tough titties, I’m taking that title home.
Then, oh of course, then there’s Brad Kane. He... I can’t believe it, but he is one of those two that fought me back at Thirteen, and even made me mutter the two words I can’t believe I even spoke. He made me say ‘I quit’. That was perhaps the most disgraceful moment of my wrestling career, but it will never, ever happen again. In fact, maybe I’ll return the favor and have Brad’s hand slapping the mat in agony at War, just to get the point across that he’s all hype and no skills.
Johnny Reb is one of the best wrestlers in this match, there’s no doubt, and I respect the opportunity to possibly compete against him again. Whether he’s in the ring or not, knowing that, when my hand is raised in victory, I will have outlasted Johnny Reb, among all the other wrestlers in this match, to become the winner of the War, and he is perhaps the person in this match that I would most want to defeat. I have the utmost respect for Johnny Reb, but there is no mercy for him when it comes to the War, just like there is no mercy for anyone else on the entire roster. This match is mine for the taking, and I’m going to do just that.”
Three loud cannons are fired in succession, indicating the end of the retreat of the Union Army, and for the Confederates to let them run. Roy climbs from his bunker, raising his gun in the air as he high-fives other people dressed in nearly identical Confederate clothing. He turns back to the camera.
”When all is said and done, the battle will be over, but the War is never going to be finished. Just like how the battle of Fredericksburg was won by the Confederates upon Union retreat, I will be the one last standing when all the other competitors in the War match retreat up the ramp after I pin them one, two, three. You don’t believe me? Then just watch. Wait and see. When all is said and done, I’ll be the one wielding the proverbial sword of the General, that big victory and the WCF World Heavyweight Championship, showing I am truly the top dog in the company, and in the business today.”
The scene fades as the rebel soldiers celebrate their win, just as Roy says he will be doing come War.
