Fifth Match

[Allura Desmonds]

Fifth Match
NCW BAMF Championship
Johnny Reb vs Brian Kennedy

RP Limit: 2 Per Character
Deadline: 11/24/19 at 11:59pm eastern time
Grace Period: 11/27/19 at 11:59pm eastern time
Good Luck

[thenewcsa]

“Young fella, if you’re looking for trouble I’ll accommodate ya”
-John Wayne, True Grit (1969)

*the camera falls on the interior of a quiet ranch like bungalow as the camera pans slowly around the room. The television sits proudly in the center revealing "El Dorado" starring John Wayne playing softly on the screen. The camera pans around the television toward the couch revealing two figures sprawled out. One is theat of a weary bloodhound curled quietly sleeping at the side of the one and only Johnny Reb sipping a beer quietly as he watches the screen with a smile. His legs are clad in his familiar comfortable denim though he does not sport his usual cowboy boots instead sitting in plain white socks. The shirt he wears is a simple Lynard Skynard emblem shirt, the letters emblazoned with an american flag on it and the sleeves cut away. He tilts his hat back to better see, a simple White Cowboy hat with a brown leather strap on it as he leans in intently sipping his beer again and reaching for a small bowl of popcorn nearby. He barely acknowledges the camera first, preferring the scene playing in front of him as he suddenly glances up to the camera only to do a quick double take feigning surprise as he takes his eyes off the screewn for a second. He holds a finger up to his lips.*

J.R.: Oh, hey there. Hold up shhhh... the Duke's on.

*he turns back to the screen as the scene continues to play*

Television:
John Wayne: "When do you expect the United States Marshal?"

Robert Mitchum: "Oh man, I don't remember the last time he was here."

Arthur Hunnicutt: "He was here. You gave him a big welcome. Flung a bottle at him."

John Wayne: "An empty bottle?"

Arthur Hunnicutt: "Yeah, he wasn't that far gone."

*Johnny just chuckles to himself at the line.*

J.R.: Ain't that the truth?

*Johnny reaches over grabbing the remote pausing the movie at that spot. The dog, Ol' General Lee, looks up solemnly with big brown eyes as Johnny just smiles sighing contentedly and rubbing the dogs head gently before turning back to the camera as The General just drops his head back down quietly curling back up on the couch.*

J.R.: I love Western movies. Where men are men. Women are tough as nails. And the good guy always wins in the end. Since I can't exactly put my hands on that sonuvabitch Brian Kendrick, Kenshasa, Kenobi whatever his name is, I had to occupy my time. So I've been workin' the ranch and watchin' ol' favorites. Hondo, Unforgiven, El Dorado, hell I even hopped on the ol' X-box and played some red dead. Anything to keep my mind focus on not gettin' in my truck and drivin' to whatever arena or hotel room I had to go to to stick my boots straight up vanilla ice's pasty white ass. But I digress, you know what I love about Westerns the most? It's that the White hat always stands triumphant in the end. In the end no matter how many ambushes or injun attacks or hell even banditos whoopin' and whoppin' into town and attackin' the towns folk, justice is always served. Got to admit it's nice to think about that. Call it God or Karma or whatever but in a western the bad guy always gets in the end. See in life there's white hats and black hats. White hats are the heroes and black hats are the villains. Well I ain't wearin' this stetson just for show. It's a message that justice is comin' for yer ass, son.

*he smiles leaning back tilting the hat back up before cracking his knuckles and then his neck and continuing.*

J.R.: See I know what this is all about. This cause I embarassed and beat that sonuvabitchin' boss of yours. And you can tell me you ain't his lackey all you want but Tyler Cross has you and your pally fattie, fatu, frito lays, whatever the hell his name is, wrapped around his cock. Now you is fine when you got yer little posse with ya' but the truth is you don't got a prayer son standin' toe to toe with the baddest redneck ever graced a ring. So, you can call me out and stand in the middle of town waitin' on noon all ya want but come this sunday I'm gunnin' fer yer ass and not Faith Hill or Tyler Crossdresser himself can save your sorry ass.

*He begins to sit up slow ly leaning in only to grab and sip his beer and shake his head hat hiding his face before he finally stands up placing one hand on his belt loop as the other tosses back the rest of his bottle finally downing the rest and setting it in the cup holder on his couch.*

J.R.: See the fact of the matter is that belt ain't just a bobble to me. It ain't just somethin' I wear to show that I gotta dick like a stallion. It's somethin' that means somethin' to me. It tells everyone who the hell I am and who I am is the Baddest Mother Fucker in this company. I don't back down. I don't turn tail. And whether you bring yer girlfriends with ya or not I don't give two squirts of beer piss. Cause you can act as Gangsta as you want. You can pretend your discount John Cena all you want cause the truth is your not a thug. Your not a gangsta or hoodrat. You know what you are?1

*Johnny smiles broadly as the words he says next are filled with venom. Filled with an insult only his mind could come up with.*

J.R.: You're a backpack.

*Johnny stops letting the confusion set in as he brings a hand to his ear feigning trying to hear him through the camera.*

J.R.: What's that? What the hell does that mean? You mean like Dora the Explorer backpack. Yep, matter of fact that little stupid song he sings. Backpack, backpack... yeah that song. That should be your entrance music son cause that's what you are. Yer nothin' but a backpack. Now what does good ol' Johnny Reb mean by that. Well let me tell ya, son, and don't worry I'll use small words. I know hooked on ebonics worked fer you. I call you a backpack because everybody carries yer sorry ass. The only reason you got gold on your waist is yer girlf friday, drita, whatever stupid nickname I give him, he carries yer ass through every match. And when that don't work Tyler Cross carries you around and the only time yer sorry butt is useful in the least is when somebody else carries you. Thats what you are, son, a parasite. A tick, and I ain't talkin' bout that filthy mouth of yours. Trust me Tourettes even has limits. You kiss your mama with that mouth? Hell my only regret is that I can't fight you in your hometown just so I can punch yer mama in the mouth for raisin' y'all like she did! But thats what yer worthless ass is. A backpack and just like a backpack when yer partner and the homosexual formerly known as the bad ass mother fucker of the NCW get tired of ya their gonna toss you away in the closet with the rest of the garbage. But don't worry, son, don't worry cause come this sunday I'm gonna carry yer ass too. I'm gonna make you look good in this match and when it's done I might just let them carry you somewhere else namely the fuckin' hospital. Cause I'm the white hat son. I'm the sheriff of the NCW and I'm gonna place you squarely on the tip of my shitkickers myself. Now, tell me backpack what you think of that?

*Johnny just smiles as the camera slowly goes to a close up as he just begins repeating.*

J.R.: Backpack. Backpack. Backpack! BACKPACK! BACKPACK! BACKPACK!

*He just stops smirking letting the words sink in before smirking and tipping his hat. He then stops let's the camera set on him for a moment letting the chant sink into his opponents psyche before finally just smiling and looking off screen.*

J.R.: There. You happy now? Cool, let's watch John Wayne. Y'all have to sit over there General ain't gonna move for y'all. Come on! Let's hit play!

*He hops back into the couch rubbing the now barely startled dog's head as he points the controller to the screen starting from the point he paused it. As the camera sits next to the couch nearby watching the screen as Johnny reaches for the popcorn and the camera slowly fades to black.*

[bondic]

***3 Days ago



(Off Camera)



Brian, Fathi, Requiem, Andrew, Frostbite, and Tyler are all playing a game of poker. They sit around a circular table with beer bottles, cans and pizza boxes riddling it. Stacks of $100s, $50s and $20s lay near each of them as the last hand of the night is being played. The group of men has been getting closer and closer since they first banded together.



Brian: I need 3.



He tosses 3 cards in to the pot.



Frostbite and Fathi: Two for me.



They say it at the same time tossing the cards in.



Andrew: Call.



Tyler tosses a card in.



Tyler: One for me…



Andrew deals out the cards as Tyler and Fathi both get a smirk on their face. Brian tosses his cards in. Frosty and Drew both look at Tyler and Brian as they smirk to themselves. Andrew stops on himself and takes one last look at the cards in his hand. He laughs and turns his hand over.



Andrew: Full house, Ace’s over Kings….



Tyler: Shit…



Brian smiles



Brian: all I have is a Royal Flush…



Andrew tosses his cards in.



Frostbite: That beats me…



Brian: That’s the game fellas, Fathi and I have something to take care of...



Tyler: That’s all good to me, I have to get up early tomorrow to do another promo for my upcoming match at the PPV. He has yet to show up... I might put it off another day or two…



Frostbite: I know that feeling. Keeps you on your toes, you never know when he’ll finally say something.



Drew: I think after the last show we put them all on check. The Revolution is in the house and nothing can stop us now. People are realizing it.



Brian: Usually Johnny has a lot to say, this time he is on mute, I wonder why?



Fathi: He got knocked so hard his head must’ve come out of his ass so maybe he’s experiencing fresh air for the first time.



Brian: I think you’re right, seriously, what can we do though? You two got this in the bag. The way you two were on fire last show you cannot be stopped.



Tyler: Yeah, it felt good being at the top of my game.



Brian: Yeah, you can say that again.



Brian and Fathi start cleaning up Tyler’s house, making sure it looks good for the on-camera interview they are about to have. Requiem, Andrew and Frostbite all head towards the door smoking their cigars and drinking the last of the beers they brought. Brian walks over towards the group of assembled men and holds out a bag open.



Brian: OK guys, you good to drive?



Andrew answers drunk as hell. His words are slurred a bit while he sways around.



Andrew: Yeah, I had the limo wait downstairs; I will drop off the guys where ever they are going, no DUI’s tonight.



Brian smiles and pats Andrew on his shoulder.



Brian: Good man, see you guys tomorrow.



They all leave, Requiem looks back at Brian and Fathi.



Brian: You sure you don’t need help guys?



Tyler: We’re big boys, Requiem.



Brian laughs and puts his two cents in.



Brian: And the head doctor said he done all he can do for us! No, we got it. Go home!



Fathi laughs at the remarks made by Tyler and Brian. He walks out the door and Brian start talking to Fathi while picking up the beer cans that clutter up the card table. Tyler is busy putting the left-over pizza in to one box.



Brian: Thanks again for letting us play here. Catarina said no more at our house. I don’t see Melissa no more.



Tyler: Heh, any time. I don’t let the females hound me about shit.



Brian: By the way, congrats on everything you have gotten done lately, I can’t wait till I take that BAMF Title off his hands. We are going to have 3 Titles in TR once we are finished. Nothing can stand in our way now… Just look at us.



Tyler: Yeah that was some sweet revenge. Remember, when you win the belt, I get the assist on that for softening him up.



Brian: Hell yeah! The camera crew is going to be here soon for us to record our promo. Johnny is in for one hell of a beating, the locker room is going to learn not to fuck with us…



Fathi: Maybe this time we’ll shove his head back into his ass…



The camera crew arrives and Fathi and Brian give them the go ahead to begin recording. Brian is holding a beer and takes a few sips as Brian starts this off with a bang.



(On Camera)



Brian: Hey Johnny, how ya doing? You feeling alright? Doin’ alright there champ? Hm? Above all the physical pain, how does it feel to be so wrong. So much more wrong than ever before. Cause I’ll tell you right now it feels fucking spectacular being right. Right about all the accusations I made. Because I spoke truths, John, truths and facts. And the main fact I spoke was that when all the cards are on the table, and The Brass isn’t feeding you advantages, that I come out on top. And hell, I came out on top smelling like a bunch of fresh roses last show. It put a smile on my face, I hope it wiped yours off. And if it didn’t, I’m more than willing, to be more than happy to finish the job.



That’s for damn sure, Johnny, that was just the beginning, like I said I would defeat you. You are going to be the next victim in my singles run. You are the BAMF Champion and you are the one who will fall under my hands. That beating you have gotten each and every time I chose to come and give you a little taste of what's to The Covenant and whoever else thinks that you have what it takes to stop us your dead wrong. Johnny, you think because we are the most hated stable in this company that the odds are against us. Again mistaken. We won’t be stopped that easy.



Brian stops and like clockwork he takes back over, with just as much steam as he started with. Already this team is a tight knit unit and they are a fine oiled machine. Soon enough The NCW locker room will finally be put on notice that TR is the new face of NCW.



Brian: But enough about you, Johnny. You’re last week’s news. I want to talk about why I come to NCW. It wasn’t to single you out Ole JR. I know you.



Just then Fathi stops Brian and gets his attention. He holds out a tablet and it has Rebels promo on it.



Brian: Let me take a look at this. Take a short break why don’t you?



****5 minutes later

Brian is back on camera now, laughing his ass off at the pathetic attempt from ole JR.



Brian: Listen here you broke back mountain bitch. You really think that Fathi and Tyler carry me? Are you just as stupid as you look or just that plain simple? Because by my records I been the one bringing the win home just as much as anyone else on my team. Then you want to sit there talking this shit about how the good guy always wins here? You dumb fuck, this isn’t the wild west and in case you haven’t been able to remember what year it is because of all the hits on your head. This is 2019, and You can sit there claiming that white hat means something to you. I am going to do the same thing as I done with Eddie and take that shit. Come try and stop me. And I will make sure it’s covered in your blood.



Brian looks over to his partner, Fathi nods his head and Brian starts to wrap up the promo.



Brian: You want to sit there and question me about who is the leader of this group. I formed this stable with Fathi to band together the ones who are deemed unfit to the standards of the Norm. You want to claim that Tyler is the boss. Your more fucked up with your facts than anyone else in this company that talks shit without knowing what in the Sam hell they are talking about. You sound just as stupid as the rest of the so-called challengers we have come across in this company. Let me tell you why I am going to take that Title that means so much off your hands.



He pauses.



Proper Preparation Prevents Poor Performance. The five P’s and you know, I live by that code. You see, that’s what you wanted all along, you wanted me to rush in to a war without doing the proper preparation. You see, yes, your right. I am going to do some terrible things to you when we meet up. You are going to see a different side of me. You think all these months I been waiting around, not giving a fuck about The Revolution, about wrestling. You claimed that I was upstaged by one of my own partners, that I am some sort of Backpack that can’t carry my own weight? Do you know what it means to be a team? To really be part of a faction? After all, you wish you could have upstaged someone and that’s why your jealous and hate us in the first place. You have no loyalty and you have no honor. We will get to that on another time and another place. You think just because I didn’t come right after you that, well, I was or am scared of you. Scared of you? Are you fucking kidding me? Are your serious right now? Really? Wow!



He stops talking and takes a drink of his beer. Licking his lips, he chuckles a bit, realizing that he is above this, above someone who tried to use a man who is the king of using people.



Let me assure you that I am far from scared of your sorry, worthless, no account, broke back mountain wanna be ass. You're not a real threat. Everyone knows how you really are now in days, how you try to use people. In the end you used yourself, you come out looking like the real imposture, like a true second-rate clown, and with your band of clowns you are going to put on the perfect circus at the PPV. You think for a that you made a real threat to me, or my faction, you are mistaken. Just because I didn’t come right after you, well, let me break it to you this way. I had other things more important. Things that mattered more to me outside of this company, and outside this fight we are having going on right now. I swore that one of these days I would get your sorry ass when the time is right. That time is now, JR, listen to this real close. You will fail in this match, the reason why is because your all alone in this war, you are nothing, just a road block that I will run through to come get your ass. You know it and so don’t I. listen really close, you hear that? That’s your career fucking running out of time. But, let me change the subject for a second.



You want to question my leadership skills? A true leader knows when to allow someone else to hold down the ship while you get your shit straight. You call it not giving a fuck, I call it getting shit right to come back and do what I have been doing and that is owning the shit out of posers like you, Johnny go gather the rest of your merry fucking elves! Fathi held shit down while we were working on getting another member in to NCW and while we got our legal shit in order to wrestle till sentencing. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.



I am going to finish this with a few last notes. You want to call me a back pack?



He pauses for a minute, thinking of where he wants to go with this. Fathi smirks knowing that Brian is going to seal the deal with this.



Let me ask you this, John, Man or Bitch? MoB, that’s the word for the night. You are worried yourself, and you want to cover it up with snide remarks made about me. About my leadership because you don’t realize what my plans where all along. Well, this is it. You wanted to draw me in to remarking what my true feelings are about you, and about your allies that are around the locker room. That’s what you wanted to know my real thoughts on this. You claim you will win this match? Well, let me assure you that you are the one who got played, you delivered The BAMF Title to us on a silver platter, you brought your fight on to two other people, you are out matched here in this match. You are so blinded by the wish to be in the wild west that you don’t realize who you are stepping in the ring with. I am the one-man Apocalypse; I am the Devils Backbone. I am hated by many, challenged by none and phased by none. I’ll see you on Sunday. Remember this isn’t some wild west show down. This is the massacre of Johnny Reb, and your career is about to be finished. Time to put you out to pasture. Just like all the other used up horses in the west. Bout to be made into glue. See you soon JR. I hope you're ready and I hope you realize that you asked for this ass beaten. You should have left the backpack comments out of this because you're going to find out first-hand what happens to people when they underestimate a savage like me. You're going to find out how much I carry my own weight when I break my foot off in your happy ass and really quick. Bring two of those Stetsons to the ring with you. One to bury you in, after I shit all over you. and one to cover it up with.



We are hated by many, wanted by many, living this life of sin is never that easy.



Brian starts laughing as a TR logo flashes across the screen.



*Fade*