Opening Match

[Allura Desmonds]

Opening Match
Tag Match
Dean Tyler and Rockin’ Lunatic vs Johnny Reb © and Mystery Partner

RP Limit: 1 Per Character or 1 Per Team
Deadline: 02/08/20 at 11:59pm eastern time
Grace Period: 02/10/20 at 11:59pm eastern time
Good Luck

[Rockin' Lunatic]

Scene opens up in COVs locker room Rockin’ Lunatic is sitting on a couch by himself as the rest of cov is spread out Rockin’ Lunatic grabs a camera turns it on and begins to speak.

Rockin’ Lunatic
So here I am booked in a Tag Team Match with Dean Tyler to face Johnny Reb and a mystrey partner, which I have no clue who will team with a loser like him anyways and there is no way they will get past COV anyways coming off of a great showing in the Genocide Rumble. You see Johnny Reb you have never stepped in the ring with someone like me you are about to find out who I am really fast I am Rockin’ Lunatic I have been all over the world in this business winning championships and hall of fames and hall of shames which I have no idea why I am even in the hall of shame oh wait I am considered the most hated in the wrestling business because of what I did and I say I am proud of what i did but it's nothing compared to what I will do to you. Go find you a real good partner and hope that your partner can lace your boots because boy you are about to become the next member in The Looney Bin because that's where i reside.

Lexi walks over to Rockin and puts her arm on his shoulder.

Lexi
In fact that's where all of CoV resides. So get ready buck o!

Rockin’ sits back and looks around the room.

Rockin’ Lunatic
Johnny Reb you see this group of people right here you think you are just going to get away from us? Well you're sadly mistaken we are COV and we are coming for you.

Rockin’ shuts the camera off as the scene fades.

[thenewcsa]

*the camera falls on the interior of Allura's office as she leans on one arm staring at her executive ball clicker on her desk. She stares looking bored as the pendulums move back and forth as J.C. walks up to her holding a clipboard in hand. he stands awkwardly for a moment as she just keeps staring at the ball clicker bored. J.C. then just sighs and then coughs into his hand.*

J.C.: A-hem

*She lazily looks up and sighs waving her hand a bit before simply asking.*

Allura: What is it?

J.C.: It's Johnny, ma'am he's outside the office. He wants to talk to you about the match this week.

Allura: What? Why?

J.C.: I'm not sure. But the guard at ground floor "accidentally" got thrown into the other elevator and sent to the roof.

*Allura sighs cupping a hand over her face exasperated*

Allura: Oh God. Why me? Fine, send him in.

*J.C. nods then lifts his collar speaking into a small microphone on his lapel*

J.C.: Confirm. Diamond approves. Send in the Peach.

Allura: The Peach?

J.C.: Cause he's from Georgia, ma'am.

Allura: Ah. Right. Makes perfect sense. Silly me.

*Suddenly the door opens with a loud bang as a cowboy boot kicks the door open and in steps Johnny Reb. His oakley shades still on his face with a white stetson hat. His shirt is doen to look like a faux tuxedo and his blue jeans have holes in the knees. He steps in and smiles brightly though vaguely hiding a bit of annoyance in his voice.*

J.R.: Hiya, Boss lady? Thanks for seeing me.

Allura: Oh, Johnny. Nice to see you dressed up for the occasion. What can I do for you?

*he flops down in the chair opposite of her placing his cowboy boots on the edge of the desk*

J.R.: Oh, I just came by to ask you about my partner for this week. Y'all didn't tell me who ya got so I thought I'd pop in and ask. You know shoot the shit with ya. So, who's the lucky guy and or gal?

*Allura just smiles and grabs a pen using it to push Johnny's foot off of her nice desk as she begins to explain>*

Allura: Um... I see. I think you misunderstood how this works Johnny. We don't find you a partner. You have to find a partner.

*Johnny chuckles back trying to hide his surprise at the directness of her answer.*

J.R.: Uh, no. See I didn't tell you I had a partner so why arrange a match like this with me just bein' on my own. That... that don't make no goddamn sense.

J.C.: What? You can't whittle one?

*Johnny cuts an annoyed glance at JC who just smiles broadly. Johnny holds up a single finger in warning.*

J.R.: Watch it Neo or I'll beat you back to the Matrix.

*Allura just places a hand on Johnny's trying to reassure him.*

Allura: Listen, Johnny truth is we tried to find someone that would team with you before we set up the match.

J.R.: So what the hell happened?

J.C.: They all caught a case of common sense.

*Johnny cuts him another filthy look before Allura just shrugs*

Allura: Johnny, everybody was busy. They all either had something else going on, or were fueding with you, or... well, didn't want to bother.

J.R.: Didn't want to bother?!

J.C.: Let's face it, Reb. Your not known for playing well with others.

Allura: Johnny we love you. The fans love you. But the others... not so much. You tend to be abrasive.

J.C.: Like sand paper.

Allura: I think he gets it, J.C..

J.R.: So what the hell am I suppose to do? Take these two morons on by my lonesome? You turnin' this match into a handicap match if I don't got a partner?

Allura: Well, if you can't find a partner we'll have no choice but I'm sure you will find someone in time.

J.R.: What? The day before?! Y'all gotta be kiddin' me! I can't find someone in that short a time. Why can't I just borrow him then?

*He points to JC who then looks at Allura in a quick panic but Allura shakes her head no.*

Allura: Johnny, he's got to run security that night. Besides it wouldn't be fair to the other team to have staff participate.

J.C.: Plus I hate you.

*Johnny just grits his teeth and stands annoyed as JC continues as Johnny goes to walk out head hanging down*

J.C.: Plus I don't smell like a brewery. And I have all my teeth. And I don't own any overalls.

*Johnny spins on his heels yelling at JC*

J.R.: FINE, I GET IT!

*Johnny turns around again but JC gives a bg warm smile and waves as Allura stifles a laugh*

J.C.: Y'all come back now y'hear.

*Johnny spins around again pointing his finger as if he was going to say something in frusteration but then turns back shaking his head and walking into the hall again. Allura looks up at JC with a smile.*

Allura: Was all of that necessary?

*J.C. just turns back to her with a short smile.*

J.C.: Critical.

*The camera then cuts back to Johnny in the hallway standing by the elevator pacing back and forth seething with anger for a moment before looking up at the camera biting his lip. Obviously wanting to unload on someone but stopping himself before finally scratching the back of his head and finally speaking.*

J.R.: Ya ever have one of those days where shit just don't go your way. I'm havin' one of those moments. And that's the thing Boys and Girls about Johnny Reb whenI have a bad day I make other people have a bad day. So, I'm gonna make this short and sweet. Now, Dean-o I know you probably got roped into this but I'm about as mad as a pinata full of hornetsso I'm here to tell you now, son, I'm about four beers away from wearing your ass like galoshes. I ain't one to mince words so you'll have to pardon me for bein' a little pissed the fuck off. Now, you... you at least got a partner. Me, I got Jack Squat. So, the fact of the matter is I'm just gonna have to beat your ass so hard that the rest of the locker room is gonna be to damn scared to say no next time. I mean what the fucks their problem anyway. I'm charmin' I'm witty. I'm about as humble as.. in fact I'm the most humble sonuvabitch you gonna find. So, I mean fuck them right? Is it my hat? Is it the fact I wear Oakleys? Is it the smell...

*He stops and raises one arm sniffing his armpits a bit before reeling back and waving his hand in front of his face.*

J.R.: Okay! It might be the smell. But I swear I at least bathe once a week. What? A day? Boy, I got shit to do. Y'all are crazy. Now, don;'t get me wrong I got no problems with you save for your last name. I mean Tyler?! What kind of fuckin' name is Tyler. Yet it sounds so familiar. Who do I know that has that name?

*He places a thoughtful hand upon his bearded chin and then strokes it lightly before tilting his glasses down and wiggling his eyebrows at the camera in a knowing way before placing his glasses back and continues.*

J.R.: I'm sure whatever it is it ain't important. Point is, son, y'all done walked into a hurricane and it's category fuck you. You get what I'm sayin' now on to your so called partner. The Rockin' Lunatic. The Rockin' Lunatic. The Rockin' Lunatic? What kind of fuckin' name is that?! Rockin' Lunatic that's like calling' me the rockabilly drunk I mean it's on the nose but what the fuck does it mean?! Nobodies gonna take that seriously! Oh yeah I'm so scared of the Rockin' Lunatic. I mean I'm a shakin' in my boots at the name of the Rockin' Lunatic. Let me tell you somethin', ason, you about as rockin' as Rick Astley! And about as lunatic as my accountant. And trust me Greensburg is one helluva a crazy name! Am I right?! Shit, son, callin' me a loser? Me? I'm Johnny Fuckin' Reb I'm the BAMF champion. The bonafied, certified, baddest ass mother fucker around. You want to talk about crazy? I'll show you crazy. I'm gonna do things to you two boys the world done never seen before. I'm gonna shove my shitkickers so far north Justin Trudeau is gonna feel it!I'm gonna stomp a mudhole in you so deep it's gonna make the mariana trench look like a dip in someone's driveway. I'm gonna stomp you into the ground! I'm gonna bury your ass. I'm gonna...

*He stops suddenly his hand moves up to his glasses slowly taking them off as if an epiphany suddenly dawns on him.*

J.R.: Wait, Bury your ass. That's it! How could I be so dumb? Y'all don't answer that!

*He quickly throws his shades on and reaches in his pocket pulling out his phone pressing a button as he places it to his ear.*

J.R.: Come on, come on. Pick up.... Oh hey! Yeah, it's me. Yeah, I got somethin' I gotta ask you.

*Johnny then looks up annoyed and covers the phone for a moment looking directly pass the camera.*

J.R.: Hey! Hey! We're done. Y'all fuck off a minute.

*He then hops back on the phone as the camera begins to move away.*

J.R.: Yeah! yeah, I got a business proposition for you, biggun...!

*Thats the last thing the camera sees and hears as the scene fades to black.*

[Dean Tyler]

The scene is seen taking place inside of the Assault show arena where there are so many superstars seen getting dressed and ready to wrestle in their matches. One of the people who was seen getting dressed and ready for him to wrestle in the Opening match of the card is the man who is known as "Dangerous" Dean Tyler. He was due to team up with Rockin Lunatic and they was due to be facing Johnny Reb and his mystery partner of his choosing. Dean was seen taking a cigarette out of the cigarette pack and lit it up to take a few puffs. The smoke from the cigarette blew into the air. Suddenly, someone showed him what Johnny said about the match and that got him all shades of pissed off. He looks into the camera and said right back into the camera with a ice cold look seen seeping through his eyes .

"Dangerous" Dean Tyler: Johnny Reb, you fucking country hick, listen up and listen up really good! Let me tell you who the fucking hell I am! I am " Dangerous" Dean Tyler. Ever since I came to NCW, I have been on a winning streak but that ended when I got eliminated in the record breaking 90 person battle royal. I outlasted way more than you, you prick! So cowboy, you get to see why the entire universe knows me as Dangerous. I love being hardcore and dangerous at the same time. Good luck on finding a partner who can tolerate your sorry ass. Rockin Lunatic, I have respect towards him. He's a ass kicker just like me. Beat us if you can. Survive if we let you. Camera crew, get the hell out of my way.

The scene was seen ending as he was seen finishing his cigarette, dusted himself off and walked back into the arena to get ready to wrestle in the Opening match of the night.