Beast vs. Tyrone Walker

[JABolich]

Tyrone Walker's quest to show up EPW continues, as he battles number-one contender Beast. Can Walker take down another EPW star, or will Beast continue on the roll he's been on lately?

 

[MarcusWestcott]

Cloudy forecast

[ Fade in to Beast's private gym, where the EPW superstar is in the middle of a workout. He's covered in sweat, in a ring with a training partner, who is wearing padded gloves. He motions for Beast to strike, and Beast delivers, snapping STIFF kicks into the requested target. ]

TR: Come on! Harder!!

[ Beast continues for several moments, the sounds of skin and bone snapping against leather echoing through the gym. ]

TR: HIT IT! HARDER!!

[ Beast lands a few more shots, snorting his way through as he does, and the partner then quickly taps his padded golves together twice, and Beast seamlessly unloads a brutal four kick combination, before finishing it off with a spinning roundhouse kick that knocks the glove off the training partner and out of the ring. ]

Beast: That hard enough?

[ The trainer simply smirks and chuckles before walking over to the corner and grabbing two large rectangular red pads, which he holds at the side of his body, near his ribs. ]

TR: Show me what you got!

[ Beast shifts his stance slightly, and begins delivering thundering kicks into the pads, booms instead of snaps now filling the gym. ]

TR: You can hit harder than that, you *****!

[ Beast grits his teeth and bears down, hammering the pads with kicks, each one threatening to knock the trainer over, the booms getting louder. ]

TR: Come on! You're never gonna be EPW Champion like this! Sands is going to beat your ass in that cage! Now hit those f*cking pads!

[ Beast steps up the pace, driving kick after kick into the pads, each one rocking the trainer more and more off kilter, then finally Beast hits a jumping spinning back kick that sends the trainer to the canvas. ]

TR: Now that's better!

[ Beast smirks and walks over to the trainer and holds out his hand, and lifts the trainer back to his feet. ]

TR: Alright, let's call it a day.

[ The two men leave the ring, and grab towels before starting to put their gear away. ]

Beast: You know something, it's kinda ironic.

TR: What's that?

Beast: Johnathan Marx, the gentleman, wanting to kick Sands' ass because he thinks I'm more of a gentleman than Sands is.

TR: I thought that was amusing, myself.

Beast: He respects me more. Imagine that. Sands is gonna be pissed.

TR: And why do you say that?

Beast: [ wiggles his fingers like Scott Hall pretending to be scared. ] Because Sands *demands* respect. "You WILL respect the World Champion!!"

TR: I want to puke.

Beast: Join the club.

[ Beast grabs a water bottle and takes a long drink. ]

Beast: Although, I must admit, I'm sorry that I'm going to have to disappoint Mr. Marx this week.

TR: You wouldn't!

Beast: Yup. I'm afraid I'm not going to be much of a gentleman this week. Remind me to call Mr. Walker ahead of time and apologize for the sheer beating he's going to take in the ring at Aggression.

TR: Oh, that doesn't sound good.

Beast: Not for Walker, it doesn't. This is the last match before Unleashed. I've decided that I'm going to leave my mark on this one.

TR: Mark your territory, if you will?

Beast: The ring is my playground. Always has been, and always will be. Everyone knows that. I'm talking about leaving my calling card.

TR: Sounds nasty.

Beast: You don't know the half of it.

[ Fade as Beast takes another shot of water, and finishes packing up his training gear. ]

 

[MarcusWestcott]

All the time in the world...

[ Fade in to the exterior of Beast's home. The EPW superstar is sitting on his deck, enjoying a beverage while watching his new puppy frolick in the massive backyard. He's also on the phone... ]

Beast: ... yes, thanks.. I'll hold.

[ Beast takes a sip of his drink while he waits. The border collie-husky cross tears up and down the lawn, then makes a bee line for the small garden in the back corner, where she starts to dig a hole. Beast whistles shrilly, and the dog stops to look at him. ]

Beast: Not in the garden! Bad girl!

[ The dog turns and leaves the garden area, now occupied with a ball. Beast suddenly tilts the phone up... ]

Beast: No, sorry! Not you! I was just talking to my dog.

[ Pause. ]

Beast: Thanks for getting him on the phone. Yes, I can wait while you transfer me.

[ Another pause. ]

Beast: Good afternoon, Paul. How goes things in the EPW front office today?

[ He listens. ]

Beast: I see. Look, I had a couple things to run by you. First, can you go send a camera crew to sniff out Mr. Walker and tell him he has a match this week? I'm sure they'll find him under the covers somewhere with his head buried under a pillow like an ostrich in the sand, cowering after he found out he's got a match with me.

[ Pause. ]

Beast: No, and considering everything that's been going on lately, would you really *expect* me to be in the best of moods?

[ Pause. ]

Beast: Didn't think so. There's something else about my match this week I wanted to talk to you about, although I'm sure you're a busy man, what with Dan Ryan riding your ass every day and all, so I won't take up all your time during the day. I'd like to meet with you at Aggression this week - before my match. I have an idea - I'd like to make Walker's beating a memorable one.

[ Pause. ]

Beast: Great. See you then.

[ Beast just smiles and sits back in his chair, putting the phone down and grabbing his drink, taking a long sip as he watches his puppy tumble across the grass, playing with a tennis ball... ]