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AGGRESSION 71:KOTC Round3: Dirk Dickwood Presents v. TEAM Viagra

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We find ourselves once more in the Dirk Dickwood Agency War Room (known for deciding most drone strike locations... Dirk really hates orphanages). Dirk Dickwood sits atop his giant oak desk dressed in the finest and most sensual three piece suit you could ever lay your eyes on. Beneath Dirk, lounging on a couch (you filthy minded fools) lazes around the young son of a Lord, Cecilworth Farthington, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers covered in hearts. Directly in front of Cecilworth is a young lady artiste, happily painting away at a portrait that... let's just say exaggerates certain parts of Cecilworth's body.

As always, the mute Chief of Security, Cecilworth's darling tag team partner, the illustrious Hank was guarding the door to the War Room, arms afolded wearing his beautifully ironed black "SECURITY" t-shirt.

Young Lady Artiste: As a lady, I speak with a ladies voice and I know for a fact that you Cecilworth Farthington are the hottest man on the planet. It has been such an erotic lady pleasure to have spent this time painting this picture of you and your enormous man cock. For now though, our time is up so... how the hell do I get out of this place?

Farthington: I don't know, I just follow the Dirkmeister around. He knows the stuff lady.

Dickwood: Didn't I tell you to never call me that again under penalty of Hank?

Farthington: Sorry Dirktacular, I'm just so hyped at all this attention I'm getting after our bodacious victory at Aggression...

Dickwood: Bodacious? When did you start using that as a word?

Farthington: Well, I thought since yah, we're in America for longer I might as well try and embrace the culture.

Dickwood: By learning vocabulary from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?

YLA: *A-HEM* It is not nice to keep a lady waiting and I am a lady and I want to leave now thank you.

Dirk and Cecilworth's heads both snap towards the young artiste at the same time, Hank moves in, grabs her from behind and tosses her out of the office door. The last words we hear from the darling artiste are "As a lady, this really hurts".

Dickwood: So how much did that cost you?

Farthington: You'd be surprised, it was cheaper than you'd think.

Dickwood: Little bit over the top though, no?

Farthington: Dirkypoo, I'm part of the ruling classes, yah, if anything that was WAY WAY totes underwhelming. Really, if I was getting value for money she would've let me toast a crumpet in her...

At that exact moment, the beautifully stunning portrait of Cecilworth has a slow and gradual collision with the floor. Dirk rubs his hands together, eager to change to conversation.

Dickwood: Anyhoo! I think we may have been resting on our laurels a little bit too much since The Dreamstealers went down to this team of magnificence, lead by their glorious manager, the heir apparent to the Golden Highheel, the biggest management award in the wrestling circuit, yes after they went down to us, after I sent that good for nothing Jimmy Mylde home in disgrace facing calls to revoke his license, I think we're been lollygagging around just a little too much. I mean yesterday I spent the whole day shopping for a new trophy cabinet and I don't even have any trophies in my first one.

Farthington: Yah, but that's amaze anticipation isn't it nono?

Dickwood: You know, on the day you have your eventual stroke C-Money, there is literally no way I'll be able to tell until you collapse to the ground, just thought I'd let you know. Still, I think there's such a thing as too much confidence... even if we are up against Team Viagra in the next round. I mean really, those guys... those guys. Can you believe the luck that those guys have had? I really cannot believe their luck, this have been literally shitting horseshoes in the middle of the ring. It made for an incredibly unpleasant Youtube video. Thank god Dan Ryan had the sense to make a copyright claim... no one should witness that.

Farthington: Didn't we get two shots in this shindig?

Dickwood: Well yes, but THOSE GUYS. Those guys fought a Starbucks employee and a beverage in a mask to get to this point. We have faced some of EPW's best, we have went toe to toe with Cameron Cruise and The First, we have defeated the last contenders to the tag titles, we have had a long, vicious journey to this point in the tournament. Team Viagra's opponents have been as much use to this industry as a marzipan dildo.

Cecilworth looks up in the air for a moment, as if to let the idea of a “marzipan dildo” and indeed the purpose therein sink into his mind brain.

Farthington: Oh I get it, because if you...

Dickwood: Yes, they were fucking useless Cecilworth. However, for Jack Harmen and Tony Danza that free ride is now over.

Cecilworth whips out his iPad and begins to check some of his notes.

Farthington: Dirkminister, not that I would ever doubt you, after all, you now seem to be inexplicably best friends with my father Lord Farthington and indeed somehow have control of my personal bank account...

Dickwood: That's why you play golf. So that you can look your target in their eye as you ram a golf club down their smug inbred little fucking face. Or... so your father tells me.

Farthington: But are you sure that Jack Harmen's tag team partner is Tony Danza?

Dickwood: I thought it was Nova but that was something else. Something to do with Jeff Goldblum.

Farthington continues to tap away at his iPad.

Farthington: I think yah, it's Tony Davies, yah.

Dirk pauses for a second, mocking a little bit of digestion of this information.

Dickwood: Tony Davies? Oh! Well! That makes precisely zero fucking difference. You know, Jack Harmen fancies himself quite tag team proficient these days, I've seen him and his bearded buddy run circles around my idiot son but Cecilworth Farthington is not my son... thank christ. Hank is not my son. These are two men who have come together with a singular purpose, to ensure that I am down in the record books as the greatest fucking manager that this industry has ever seen. That anyone has ever fucking seen.

Cecilworth looks a little bit irritated by this pronouncement and chips in with...

Farthington: And the ladies.

Dickwood: Well, that's just an added benefit.

For some reason, this seems to cheer up Cecilworth again.

Dickwood: The point is dear former Flyer, this free ride you've been on in the King of the Cage, it ends at Aggression 71, it ends with you and your little buddy Davies going down to the greatest tandem that EPW has ever laid eyes on, fronted by the most charismatic agent and manager that wrestling has ever seen. Aggression 71 is Dirk Dickwood Presents ticket to the final and I fully expect to be chugging along the fucking railroad at the end of the bell. We're ready for this moment Viagra... that sounds REALLY weird... we're ready to take you on. We're ready for you, we're ready for Viagra and we're ready to pound it down.

The camera fades to black with Hank inexplicably snickering in the background.
 
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(FADEIN: EPW Studios. Standing in front of a waving EPW flag is the original Degenerate, the Heat Killer, Two Tone, Tony Davis. He wears fashion mixed with a bit of 80s glam and 90s hip hop. Red ball cap tilted to the side, over sized parachute pants and gaudy embezzled jean jacket. He sneers into the camera.)

TONY DAVIS: Earlier this year at Russian Roulette... I let Team VIAGRA down...

(Davis lowered his head, and took adeep breath. He runs his hands through his hair)

TONY DAVIS: Cameron Cruise--no--TONY DAVIS cost Team VIAGRA their jobs. We were ousted from EPW, never to return, all because I couldn't survive on my own.

(Davis winces.)

TONY DAVIS: I FAILED.

(Davis looks up.)

TONY DAVIS: I ALWAYS seem to be the one to let Viagra down. I'm the one who EATS pinfall after pinfall, taps out like a LITTLE GIRL.

(Davis turns away from the camera in shame, and then twists back.)

TONY DAVIS: In essence, I'm the bitch.

(Davis shakes his head from side to side. He snorts, squeezes his nostrils and inhales.)

TONY DAVIS: So much so the WONDER TWINS don't even KNOW MY NAME!

(DAVIS' eyes bulge. He takes a step to the camera, tearing off his parachute pants and jean jacket to reveal a collegiate wrestling singlet.)

TONY DAVIS: My name is Tony Davis. I went to college on a wrestling scholarship. I dominated my weight class until losing in the state finals to a plucky young upstart. I joined the independent circuit and made a living of dumping people on the BACK of their heads! I won my first World championship in 1996 at the age of 20.

(Davis looks away.)

TONY DAVIS: In 1997, I was propelled off of a dangerous stunt shoulder first into the ring post. I broke my collar bone, tore ligaments in my shoulder which put my entire career in jeopardy. The doctors said I'd never wrestle again...

(Davis rolls his right shoulder.)

TONY DAVIS: A nagging tear that I just can't seem to get rid of. Made me retire three times in the past 13 years.

(Davis holds his head up, and shows no emotion.)

TONY DAVIS: I won my last World Championship in 2000...

(Davis sneers.)

TONY DAVIS: The next ten years would be spent off and on alongside the one man who could humanize me, while I could try my best to restrain his inner psychopath. The crazy LUNACY of a LUNATIC, Jack Harmen.

(Davis winces, and falls to his knees.)

TONY DAVIS: And I FAILED him. After all he's done to make me HUMBLE, I made a MOCKERY of VIAGRA!

(Davis laughs. He pauses for a moment. He raises his finger in a point.)

TONY DAVIS: I know, that's sort of redundant.

(Davis blinks rapidly.)

TONY DAVIS: I ate a pop tart. Where am I? Zombies are fun to kill.

(Davis smacks the side of his head, as if he were trying to get water out of his ear drums.)

TONY DAVIS: I'm sorry. I've totally beaten Troy Polamalu in Concussion Chicken. You owe me that weather mane you bitch!

(Davis' brow furrows.)

TONY DAVIS: Wait. Did I eat that pop tart?

(Davis rubs his stomach.)

TONY DAVIS: I'm still really hungry...

(Davis squints.)

TONY DAVIS:Where was I?

(Davis looks up to the ceiling.)

TONY DAVIS: Oh YEAH! Out of the four competitors in this match up?

(Davis smiles.)

TONY DAVIS: I'm the only one who has ANYTHING to prove. Cause if I lose this match for VIAGRA? All the Empire Pro fans will say... If only Harmen had NOVA as a partner, then MAYBE they could have even survived the BRACKET OF DEATH!

(Davis wrings his hands.)

TONY DAVIS: If only he didn't have that WEAK link as a partner, maybe he could have gone all the way. Maybe if Harmen teamed with the EAGLESTAR instead of a 90s rap artist who couldn't even be considered a star because his album didn't sell over ten thousand copies until he became the next Rick Astley internet Mete FIVE YEARS AGO, Superfly could be both New Frontier AND Empire Pro champs...

(Davis laughs.)

TONY DAVIS: If only Harmen didn't team with the JOKE, that is the HEAT KILLER, Tony Davis.

(Davis sneers.)

TONY DAVIS: Maybe he'd have a CHANCE.

(Davis steps to the camera and grabs it. He blinks rapidly, while shaking the camera.)

TONY DAVIS: I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING! I just see Jack doing this all the time and it seems COOL!

(Davis lets go of the camera.)

TONY DAVIS: Oh yeah. I'm ANGRY. Because the entire world views Tony Davis as a joke. A joke of a rapper. A joke of a champion. The ultimate punchline to the riddle that is humanity.

(Davis crosses his hands by his wrists in front of his chest. He takes a deep inhale and sighs.)

TONY DAVIS: But when I EQUALIZE someone in the center of the ring, well... Dirk Dickwood's tandem?

(Davis smiles.)

TONY DAVIS: You'll find out exactly WHO the BOSS is!

(Davis breaks out into a a covered rendition from the Lonely Island.)

TONY DAVIS: “Turn into a jet! Bomb the Russians!”

(Davis does his best pose imitation of Jesus on the cross.)

TONY DAVIS: “Crash into the sun! Now I'm dead!”

(A white mohawked JACK HARMEN appears in the corner of the frame like the guy who shouts “Toasty” in Mortal Kombat.)

JACK HARMEN: “LIKE A BOSS!”

(Harmen reaches out and grabs the camera by it's lens, shaking it as he forces our cameraman to back peddle. He rapidly speaks as he forces the cameraman to back peddle.)

JACK HARMEN: See this is how you intimidate. You stalk, you prey, you FORCE your way and make it the WILL of others. Count Dickensteins over there better realize that in the confines of a steel cage? IT'S MY PADDED ROOM.IT'S A SANCTUARY.

(Harmen smiles a mile wide.)

JACK HARMEN: I have SO much fun there. It's like a JUNGLE gym of PAIN AND MISERY! And I can't WAIT to see CRIMSON. I can't wait to disembowel you like the REANIMATED zombie corpse you are! SMASH MY FOOT INTO YOUR EYE SOCKET!

(Harmen reaches off screen and raises a shotgun.)

JACK HARMEN: For I am ZOMBIE MEGADEATH, and you undead WASTES TO SOCIETY deserve my BOOMSTICK.

(Harmen quickly points the shotgun at the camera in a swift military acceptable shoulder hoist.)

JACK HARMEN: It's a locomotive ready to run THROUGH your face.

(Harmen pulls the camera. Nothing happens.)

JACK HARMEN: Bang.

(Davis steps up behind Harmen and taps him on the shoulder. Jack turns.)

TONY DAVIS: They're not zombies. They're douches.

JACK HARMEN: Same difference.

(Harmen raises the butt of the shotgun and SLAMS it into the camera.

CUTTO: STATIC. FADE OUT.)
 

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We find the group known as Dirk Dickwood Presents in their Sunday bests (better than all the rest), Dirk is adorned once again in a dapper as you can be for a man of his stature 3-piece suit, a little blue handkerchief popping out of his breast pocket. Cecilworth attired in similar but in lieu of a handkerchief, he sports a chained pocketwatch instead. Rounding out the group, wearing his neatest and nicest "SECURITY" black t-shirt was the one and only Hank, arms afolded, standing behind Dirk and Cecilworth as they stood in front of the most darling EPW King of the Cage banner you ever did see.

Dickwood: I'd like to apologise to Tony. Well... to be more exact, I'd like to apologise to two Tonies which I can only assume is the plural of Tony. First, I would like to extend a hearty apology to one of Wales' greatest professional snooker players, Tony Davies for having the audacity to compare his excellence to a lowly miscreant like Tony Davis. It was truly an inspiration to see him break so highly back in Thailand. I remember it so fondly, it was 1995 and I was in Thailand to watch snooker. Tony Davies had a high break. Yup, those were the days, jet setting around the world, watching snooker on television, a bevy of beauties by my side...

Farthington: Yah, Dirk, I mean... I find you to be an inspiration yah but y'know, how do you end up with a bevy of...

Dickwood: THAILAND. Which part of that don't you get?

Farthington: Oh, yah, I get you. The old stop and snort. Totes did some of that back in my Eton days with Wild William and Drug Dealing Dan...

Dickwood: I think that may be the least imaginative alliterative friend you've ever mentioned.

Farthington: Dan? Well, the only thing we knew about him is that he once met a drug dealer, y'know. Yah, wild times, totes totes wild times.

Dirk rolls his eyes just a little bit, a smidge of eye rolling if you will.

Dickwood: But seriously, we have some laughs here but I do want to legitimately apologise to Tony. His words moved me in a way that I'd never thought possible, to hear his tale of woe and adversity, the struggles he has faced in his career ever since the heady days of the early naughties. It's inspirational that Tony Davis is still here to tell his story, battling through injury after injury, his brain basically the consistency of pancake batter at this point in his career. It's just overwhelming. I could feel my heart pounding as we were walked through such a pitiful tale of woe. I mean what a loser Tony Davis is, being a World Champion twelve years ago. I mean it's just vomit inducing to think of poor Tony Davis sat out in the cold on Christmas, his only comfort, his years at the top of this industry. To think, he'd still have a reputation if he'd had the sense to retire years ago. I'M OVERCOME WITH EMOTION.

Dirk grabs the handkerchief from his breast pocket and dabs his eyes a little.

Dickwood: I just can't imagine... I just can't imagine how I could ever have had the gall to put him on the same level as the esteemed actor Tony Danza. We all know Tony Danza, we all love Tony Danza, from his beloved role of Chachi on the hit sitcom M*A*S*H. I just don't know how I could have ever confused the two of them, I mean one of them is a legend in his industry, beloved by his peers and still incredibly relevant to this day and the other is Tony Davis...

There is a brief moment of silence.

Farthington: Dirk, yah, y'know, I told you I wasn't going to spend money on a guy to come in purely to play rimshot. The Farthington's didn't get where they are in this world being wasteful like that.

Dickwood: No, they got where they are through decades of inbreeding.

Farthington: Gotta keep the bloodline pure.

Dirk shudders a little as Farthington continues.

Farthington: Y'know Dirk, the Farthingtons, we're a race horse owning family. We're a race horse breeding family too. We're quite successful at it, I would imagine at least one twentieth of my family's vast wealth comes from our horses. We've even had a few Grand National winners in our time, they're brought in millions, they were big deals, they were a sought after commodity were the Farthington horses, still are, y'know totes big big buckeroos to be made with them.

Dickwood: Is this going anywhere?

Farthington: Give me a chance Slick Dick. At the end of the day though Dirk, at the end of the journey, at the end of the line, even our most prized horse has to be put out to pasture immediately after they are no longer of any intrinsic value. We don't take any pride or joy in shooting our worn out horses right in their horsey heads, far from it, these are horses we've cared and provided for after all. Eventually though, a horse will cry out in pain, it will look you in the eyes as if to beg you to pull the trigger and end its misery. You see, a horse knows when it's time to go to the glue factory, a horse know when the gig is up. They're really wise creatures, they would rather a bullet to the brain than a lifetime of pain. You have to understand horses to know that look though Dirk, to see that expression that begs for the rifle. I'm gifted, I have a sense for these things, totes have a sixth sense for putting down the horses. When I saw dear old Tony Davis pour his heart out to the camera, I saw it Dirk, I saw that look in his eyes, I saw that same look I've seen a dozen times. The man wants us to end it. He's begging us to end his pain because he can't end it himself. He doesn't know how. He's that far gone.

Dirk strokes his chin in a contemplative manner as Cecilworth pulls out a comb from his inside jacket pocket and begins slicking his hair back.

Dickwood: Good Hawkeye impression C-Money, I loved Fawlty Towers. My wealthy cohort raises a great point though. Team VIAGRA really does seem to be the pinnacle, the poster children if you will of those who should've left the industry long ago. Those who should really have hung up their tights and passed on the torch to those more capable than themselves. I mean look at poor Tony Davis, I'd book him an appointment for a memory clinic but I doubt he'd remember how to open a door. Still, it's a plague that our industry cannot escape from, those who just don't know when to quit, to wave that flag of surrender. Sometimes you just have to do it for them. Sometimes you have to be the bigger man and hospitalise your opponent for the sake of their own well-being. That's some that Hank and Cecilworth are more than willing to do at Aggression 71.

Dickwood: Tony, you don't need this. You've never needed this. You said it yourself, you were a World Champion in the year of our Lord, 2000. You've climbed that ladder, it's time to climb back down, other people need to fix their lightbulbs. You and Jack, you've proven yourselves, you've had that moment in the sun. Viagra is a proven commodity but it's one people are starting to tire of. They lust for something new, something a little bit rough around the edges, something exciting. That's what we are.

The people who need this win are the future of the industry, the youth, the vibrant, the men who will lead EPW into a better tomorrow today, that's Dirk Dickwood Presents. Hank, a behemoth of a man, a giant with a passion for ramming his boot up the backside of those who stand in his way, a man who just six months ago was working security detail for me is now an amazing wrestling talent in his own right. Cecilworth Farthington, a man that proves that money CAN buy you everything. He trains non stop with his delightful army of muscular men. DDP are two matches away from becoming the cornerstones of this industry. They are young, they are hungry and by their side they have me, a man already nominated for the Golden Highheel, a man who exudes managerial excellence. We are the complete unit and we are ready to send Viagra to the glue factory.

Farthington: Nah man, the glue factory dudes and dudettes, they are totes virile enough already.

Dirk dejectly shakes his head and continues to power through.

Dickwood: Tony, I'd recommend you join the management brethren but you do have to pass a numeracy and literacy exam to get aboard and what with your brain mush slowly leaking out of your ear, I wouldn't fancy your chances. As for you Mr. Harmen, DDP may not be zombies but I'm sure Hank would gladly feast on your skull but I can't help but feel that the contents therein are already out of stock.

Dirk tilts his head back and laughs, he is joined by Cecilworth in enjoying a hearty laugh. The screen suddenly freezes are the following song plays:

 

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(FADEIN: Tony Davis sits in darkness. A single spotlight shines over him. He sits Indian style, deep in meditation. He wears his athletic singlet and his face is covered in splattered red paint.)

(He takes a moment to raise his head and look into the camera.)

TONY DAVIS: Have all the fun you want DICKS, cause the fun comes to an end in the confines of a however many feet high STEEL CAGE when I ram your heads OVER, and OVER into the bars. And I'll keep doing it, OVER, and OVER, until you have as much, if not MORE brain damage as I do!

(Harmen leans in, his face illuminated by the spotlight.)

JACK HARMEN: We should really switch to the metric system. How many of my feet are in a meter?

TONY DAVIS: Jack.

JACK HARMEN: I know. I know.

(Jack leans back out of the spotlight.)

TONY DAVIS: That's my tag team partner, the illustrious final four Ultratitle competitor, the current NFW Everette Memorial Champ, Jack Harmen. It's funny how we get here. When we first started to team up in 2000, I was the star. HE was the hanger on. HE was riding MY coat tails.

(Davis smiles.)

TONY DAVIS: My how things change. But like rain drops cascading off a tree's leaves, landing in a stream... I go with the flow. Which is probably why I'm still in this business five years past my expiration date.

(Harmen leans in, holding up his hand.)

JACK HARMEN: Only five?

(Davis turns and sneers. Harmen backs off.)

JACK HARMEN: Alright! Alright!

TONY DAVIS: The jesters and the rich incestuous DICKS want to come to Empire Pro and put an end to Team VIAGRA, destroy a decade’s worth of legacy for the simple goal of… getting AHEAD. Getting the PPV pay day. Getting their SHOT... at LEGITIMATE glory.

(Davis smiles.)

TONY DAVIS: And it’s a worthy aspiration. As worthy as my desire to prove myself as not the weak link in the chain, but the strongest bolt drilled in the foundation of Team VIAGRA.

(Davis blinks rapidly.)

TONY DAVIS: Eleven hundred eleven million, eleven hundred eleven thousand, eleven hundred eleven times eleven hundred eleven million, eleven hundred eleven thousand, eleven hundred eleven equals one two three four five six seven eight night eight seven six five four three two one…

(Davis squints. He’s back.)

TONY DAVIS: The Prickly Duo want to put me out to pasture like Barboro, but I’m not done earning, I’m not done WINNING. I’m like Archarcharch, which if you don’t know horse racing means exactly jack and squat. But Archarcharch, he raced in the Kentucky Derby with a fracture in his front leg.

(Davis smiles.)

TONY DAVIS: And he WON!

(Davis blinks rapidly.)

TONY DAVIS: There are as many chickens on earth as there are humans.

(DAVIS squints.)

TONY DAVIS: So you see, you can put all the odds against me, and time and time again Viagra has been able to come out sunny side up. Jolt, IWO, Action, PRIME, the Squared Circle, illustrious promotions that spanned the world, we dominated tag team wrestling for years like NO other.

We’ve made a habit of overcoming the odds. Of making the hard comeback.

(Davis laughs.)

TONY DAVIS: Hard come…

(Davis shakes his head.)

TONY DAVIS: We’ve made a career of it. And we’ll continue to make a career out of it when we take on Dirk Dickwood Presents in the semi-finals of the King of the Cage.

(Davis’ eyes widen.)

TONY DAVIS: Then… it’ll be a three way...

(Davis snickers.)

TONY DAVIS: ...inside the confines of a steel cage, for the Empire Pro Tag Team Championships, Team VIAGRA’s JOB…

(Davis lowers his head in somber reflection.)

TONY DAVIS ...And most of all… our legacy.

(Davis laughs.)

TONY DAVIS: Just try and stop us.

(Davis blinks quickly. We've lost him.)

TONY DAVIS: The word listen is an anagram of the word silent.

(Davis stares out into space, empty and vacantly. The camera DOLLIES away as we FADEOUT.)
 

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