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Post by Allura Desmonds on Feb 27, 2021 13:42:05 GMT -5
Second Match
Last Man Standing Match
Scott Stonewall vs Tyler Cross
RP Limit: 2 Per Person
Deadline: 03/13/21 @ 11:59pm eastern time Grace Period: 03/15/21 @ 11:59pm eastern time Good Luck
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Post by dagger on Mar 17, 2021 20:51:31 GMT -5
Rupp Arena
Lexington, KY
 Blue bleacher style seats surround the middle in a square formation. Several NCW workers are hard at work preparing the arena for the upcoming Battery with Covid safety precautions. Plexiglass is being lined up, seats are being marked off to not sit in. The ring has already been put up in the center. The smell of pneumonia fills the air as the crew has just finished mopping the hardwood floor. A camera crew is setting up in front of the ring. The rest of the NCW and arena staff pay them no attention. Scott Stonewall walks down towards the ring. “ Everything ready?” “ Almost” comes the reply, a young man with an edge to his face. He was a good kid, had ambitions to be a professional wrestler himself. Scott had the opportunity to talk to him a few times. His name was Derrel. It was at least another half hour before everything was ready. But, that was just how it was. They had to make sure they had good signal, there was no feedback and all kinds of other things. Scott never bothered to learn all the details of it. He just knew that too many didn’t appreciate the skill that went into these men’s jobs. With his black hanes shirt tucked into blue Levi jeans Derrel walks over to Scott. Scott had made himself comfortable ringside in one of the blue auditorium style seats. Derrel nodded at Scott and Scott stood up. No matter how much they talked Scott always made him nervous. Maybe it was the sheer jaw-dropping height of the man. Then again, though, maybe it was the clothes. Today, for instance, the man was wearing a black jean vest over a black shirt with blue jeans and black boots. Scott looked like something out of a movie. “ So, we are all good?” “ Ready whenever you are” Scott grins. {On Camera}
The scene opens facing the empty seats of the arena. Lighting is minimal with just enough to make out that it is an arena, the seats are empty and a ring is dead center of the seats. Slowly the camera pans showing the entirety of the arena before slowly moving back to face the ring. The camera zooms in on the man standing in the ring. Leaning against the ropes is the giant, Scott Stonewall. He has a microphone in his hand. Scott Stonewall: So, apparently management decided I should face Tyler Cross in this ring, in this arena.
He smiles Scott Stonewall: Now Tyler I heard you mention being longest reigning B-A-M-F champion and Pinnacle Champion last year and how Thug Revolution supposedly didn’t have your back. But, let me tell you what I didn’t hear. I didn’t hear what you have done lately. You can blame the Thug Revolution. But, the decision to not face Brian Kennedy and Mister Creed was all you. I, on the other hand beat Stalker and earned a shot at the Bloody Hardcore title. I lasted long enough in Genocide to get a shot at the B-A-M-F championship. As a matter of fact, didn’t I outlast you at Genocide?
The camera moves to face Scott from the right side as Scott turns to face the camera. Scott Stonewall: You want to talk about bringing down a wall because my name is Stonewall? That’s cute BOY. I could play the name game and talk about it being appropriate that your last name is Cross because I am going to crucify you in front of the entire world. But, that is for the bitches like you. Me?
A smile scrawls across Scott’s face. Scott Stonewall: You don’t know it yet Tyler but you got a bad deal. You drew a dead man’s hand and when our match is over it is going to be a one eight seven. You think you know what it is like to be one on one with me? I am the man that went undefeated in singles matches for YEARS! I am the man that ripped the skin off of women, put a friend in a fucking coma and nearly killed a former gang member .... IN A RING… (he shakes the ropes) … just like this one!
Scott rips the top rope out with one hand, a snarl on his face. Scott Stonewall: You USED to be Pinnacle champion? Guess what? I DON’T GIVE A FUCK! You USED to be B-A-M-F champion? Guess what? I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!
The camera goes around to the left side of Scott. Scott turns to face the camera. Scott lights a cigarette. Scott Stonewall: Time cascades (takes a drag), ticking clocks (takes another drag), Tyler (takes another drag) Cross (takes another drag) torn (takes another drag) AND (takes another drag) conquered!
Scott takes one more drag and tosses the cigarette into the camera as the scene fades to black
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Post by dagger on Mar 21, 2021 17:46:48 GMT -5
An open floor plan. A black cloth couch sits against the far wall. Across from the couch is a flat screen tv on the wall. On the wall adjacent to the tv is a large poster of a Harley Davidson fat boy. Standing near the tv is a flag pole with a Gadsden flag on it. Sitting on the couch are two men. On the right is Scott Stonewall wearing blue jeans and a black leather vest with a black paisley bandana. Next to him is a man with a black and red flannel shirt with the sleeves ripped off with blue jeans and biker boots. There is an uncanny similarity between his facial features and that of Scott’s.   A few feet down from the television is a door. On the television is an episode of Mash. A knocking comes at the door. “ Come in” Several men dressed in all black with the letters, ‘NCW’ on the far right corner, come into the room. The plaid wearing man looks at Scott. “ What is all this?” “ I invited the camera crew out here.” “ Why?” “ Word is that double chin Irish mumbling chain smoker came out talking shit again.” “ You mean you haven’t even watched it yet?” “ Nah. I want the camera to catch our reaction.” “ Our?” Scott smacks him on the shoulder. “ Heck yeah little brother.” His brother rolls his eyes. Scott’s face crinkles on his brow. “ Come on Robert, it’ll be fun.” “ Whatever, long as this shit don’t take too long.” “ Oh yeah like you got big plans.” Robert narrows his eyes at Scott. “ While you are off trying to make one last great run with your wrestling career I am running Stonewall’s Brigade.” Scott nods “ How is the m-c?” “ It has been better.” “ What you mean?” While the two men continue talking over the dealing of the club the camera crew is running around the room plugging things in and setting up the cameras. Both men just ignore them while continuing the conversation. “ We are getting the dues…” “ But?” “ No one wants to be seen with any merchandise since that bullshit at the capitol building.” Scott sighs. “ Fucking retarded ass Proud Boys.” “ Word is the Oath Keepers and the Three Percenters were involved.” “ Shit” “ Yeah” “ So they are laying low too?” “ Ain’t heard hide or hair from them since” “ It’ll let up. I hear the vaccine should be out to most people before the end of summer.” “ I hope so. The club can’t take much more of this shit.” One of the camera crew walks over to Scott and Robert. “ We’re ready” Scott nods. {On Camera} The scene opens facing Robert and Scott. The television can be barely heard in the background. It is the voice of Tyler Cross. Robert nudges Scott. Robert: You were right, he does have two chins. Scott: Told ya. Suicidal tendancies?
Robert laughs Robert: Is this guy living in the nineties or what?
Scott switches the tv over to Mash. The theme song begins playing for the show while Scott addresses the camera. A grin crosses his face. Scott stands up and walks towards the camera. Scott: You like to play the cards all in? You want to risk it all? He laughs Scott: At the age of eighteen I was drafted to Vietnam. I survived despite being shot several times. When I got out I joined Hell’s Angels and ran with them for several years. While I was riding and living the outlaw life I was shot, stabbed and in numerous bar fights. I survived. That is what I do. When I entered the wrestling industry had one man after another try to take me out. They ALL failed.
The camera switches to a camera behind Scott. Scott turns around. The frame gets Scott in the camera along with the gadsden flag.  Scott: You can take all the risks you want. By entering that ring with me, you are taking a risk. You can jump from the top rope, you can do backflips like some fucking circus monkey. But, at the end of the day it ain’t going to help you BOY. I am going to break your face, crack your skull, make you bathe in your own fucking blood and break your back until you can’t even so much as lift your own little worm of a dick.
The camera zooms in on Scott’s face. Scott: You can be alpha and omega but see in my world you are not the god but just a god and just like the reign of the Greek gods you will be nothing more than a memory for a Walt Disney movie. I DON’T have a suicidal tendency. I am not going to beat you because I don’t like you or because you talk too much. I am going to FUCK YOU UP because that is what … I...DO. I always take care of business. For all your talk about catch phrases and names there is a bottomline here.
He sneers Scott: The facts ARE I have not one but TWO title shots. You have NONE. I got one of those title shots by outlasting several people at Genocide INCLUDING YOU! You DID a lot, in the past. But, you haven’t done SHIT lately. I think your chins say it all. For all your talk about being Tyler Cross you are NOT ...THE Tyler Cross that won and KEPT the B-A-M-F title. You are a shell of what you were. I know because I have been there. In Lexington, Kentucky you can be as suicidal as you want and take as many risks as you want but since we are talking about poker you should know sometimes you put all the chips in and take that big risks and come up short. Our match at Battery will be that for you. Because while you may have all the chips in, I am calling and I got the better hand and I will be taking care of business. And if you don’t like ANY of that...GUESS WHAT?”
The camera pulls away before zooming back in on the eyes of Scott Stonewall. Scott: I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!
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