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Benjamin vs. McMillan

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Adam_Benjamin

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(Fade into a LA Hotel room... Seen sitting on a couch is "Yours Truly" Adam Benjamin. As the camera around the room a sign on the bedroom door is seen "First Class only".... Adam looks towards the door shaking his head...)

Benjamin:

"Like a father leaving his wife and new born child in the night.... Emptiness.... That is what it felt like the day I was phoned and told that MCW was closing.....

I remember as if it was yesterday.... I sat holding the world title just looking upward trying to understand what was happening....

Then reality hit hard.... I got the finally check in the mail along with a small letter....

(Adam opens the letter and begins reading.)

Mr. Benjamin

First and foremost we want to thank you for being a outstanding champion along with a true role model for our company. However due to financial reason the company has been forced to close its doors. We know the impact of this closing will take away a title you worked very hard for... Again we are truly sorry... We here at MCW wish you well in the your future....

MCW


(Adam balls up the letter)

Benjamin:

"Now the doors are magically being reopened.... And of course I was sent a letter requesting my wrestling services...

So here I am back in my company... But one thing needs to be clarified... One thing needs to be presented.....

Mr. Sands you are running this ship now... So it is real clear what you need to do this week....

Yours Truly along with my younger cousin are going to come out to the ring.... At that time I would like you to come out and present me with my World title....

Lets start this company off on a right foot Sands... I am its champion, I never lost! I am the man that will carry the torch for this promotion.....

(Loud moans are heard from the bedroom.... Adam looks towards the door and shakes his head)

Benjamin:

"As for my match this week? McMillan hey mate lets have a good showing ok... I mean lets be honest you are the lamb making its way to the slaughter house....

I have no clue who you are... Truthfully I do not care... I am coming to this show for one thing and one thing only....

Sands you are a business man... Lets use our heads... Give me the title..... I am not asking for something I have not earned... This is a title that I never lost....

Sands England's Most Wanted are here in MCW... We can be your best friends if you make the right choices... However if you decided to get cute with us...

(Adam shakes his head....)

Benjamin:

"We will be your worse nightmare! I look forward to meeting you this week... Lets bring back the magic Sands!

(Fade to black)
 

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::FADEIN on the interior of a small gym. A wrestling ring dominates the front of the gym, underneath a white banner emblazoned with the legend “BASHAM-SCHULTZ WRESTLING ACADEMY”. Weight benches and the usual array of exercise machines line the sides of the small structure. The place is fairly well-lit, and obviously recently painted. Standing in the middle of the ring is “The Wolf” Chris McMillan. As the camera comes in close on the small ring, McMillan turns to face the camera. He’s short and thick, attired as usual in jeans and a faded “Dogs of War” t-shirt::

McMillan: Major Championship Wrestling. The whole premise of this place is that this is where you come to find the real talent in professional wrestling. This is the place where the stars you’ve never seen get to shine. The thing is, though, I’ve seen a few of these guys before. Like Adam Benjamin.

McMillan: Benjamin, you and I have played in the same sandbox enough times that I know exactly who you are. You’re a tremendously skilled wrestler, with the drive and ability to win. You’re also a raging, arrogant prick, but we’ll save that for later.

McMillan: You say you’ve got no idea who I am. It’s unfortunate that your little bubble of self-interest didn’t extend that far. I gotta say, I toyed with the idea of letting you find out who I am when we get into the ring, but then .. .that just wouldn’t be fair. You need to know exactly what you’re getting yourself into. You need to know what THIS means …

::McMillan grabs the neck of the t-shirt he’s wearing and points at the Dogs of War logo on the front::

McMillan: See, I was a professional soldier of professional wrestling. A mercenary, if you will. I made war for a paycheck. Me and my partner Jason Payne were the guys you called if you needed someone eliminated. That’s saying something when you’re 5’8” and 190 pounds, believe me.

McMillan: This place … ::McMillan indicates the gym with a sweep of his hand:: … is where I got my start. I trained here, at the end of the old era of wrestling. The problem is that that punch-kick-chop-snatch a headlock crap they teach in the south doesn’t work when you’re the smallest guy on the roster. I made my living for a while with a steel chair in one hand and a pair of brass knucks over the other. I know how you … “disapprove” of hardcore, but we’ll get to that in a minute.

McMillan: It was in Japan that I really learned my way around a wrestling ring. I spent three years under a mask learning puro. I also got introduced to MMA while I was there. I was fighting in an MMA ring before it ever made it onto TV. Japan was where I was really shaped as a wrestler. I know how technically skilled you are, Benjamin. What you don’t know is that there isn’t a hold you can come up with that I don’t have a counter for.

McMillan: Now, if you had been paying attention one of the times we were working in the same promotion, you’d most likely have noticed that I won’t hesitate to cover myself in barbed wire and use my whole body as a weapon. You might have noticed that you can throw me from a thirty-foot ladder and I will KEEP GETTING UP. There ain't gonna be any ladders or barbed wire when we step into the ring, and you probably wouldn't use them if there were. How do you think you're gonna keep me down?

McMillan: Can you say the same thing, Adam Benjamin? You call me the lamb being lead to the slaughter? ::McMillan shakes his head sadly:: If only you had been paying attention.

::McMillan turns again, his gaze sweeping over the gym::

McMillan: A few years ago, this place was falling down around me. The ring sagged in the middle. It was dank, dim … unpleasant in many ways. Same as me. The problem is, this place can be fixed up with a little paint and a new ring. Unfortunately, I can’t be fixed nearly as easily.

::FADE TO BLACK::
 

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::FADEIN on the locker room of the Basham-Schultz Wrestling Academy, the (until recently) dim and unsavory haunt of “The Wolf” Chris McMillan. McMillan sits on one of the benches, reclining against a locker. A towel is wrapped around his waist. Another covers the top of his head, hooding his face. Seated as he is, with 230 lbs. Of muscle packed on a frame that wasn’t meant to hold more than 180, McMillan appears nearly as wide as he is tall::

The Wolf: Saw your cousin on TV the other day, Adam. He was talking about John Doe’s lack of professional achievement in one breath, and the next he was talking about the fact that he’s had a whopping THREE years of training and no ring experience with the next. He’s not the sharpest bowling ball in the drawer, is he?

The Wolf: Let me ask you something, Adam. We’ve all seen that you’re a phenomenally self-absorbed dingus. Sometimes that can cause difficulties in your interpersonal relationships. Were you so hard up for a tag partner that instead of going through the effort of finding someone who was actually willing to put up with you, you had to mold one out of young and impressionable family stock? It wouldn’t surprise me. Instead of having to develop a dynamic with someone, you just mash some young kid into your own arrogant image. Easier to control that way, right? No need to worry about him actually thinking, right? All you have to do is tell him he’s the greatest thing since spermicidal lubricant, his three years of training has of course prepared him to step up to the big boy urinal, and you and he are going to unleash a giant stream of piss all over everyone else in MCW. Boom, he’s your little lackey for life. It’s sad.

The Wolf: Now, you were the champion here when the doors closed three hundred years ago. Good for you. Now you expect Christian Sands to come down to the ring on TV next week and hand you the belt that we were all promised a shot at.

The Wolf: I don’t know Christian Sands. I don’t know if he’s going to give you the belt or not. The title was vacated when the promotion went out of business. You were never beaten for it, it’s true. But titles are stripped or vacated all the time. They took your belt away from you whether you like it or not. The thing is, whether they give you the title or whether they make you work for it, I was still promised a shot. I will get it, whether it’s a tournament or if I have to come and get it from you. You’re not gonna like it when I do.

The Wolf: The fact remains, though, Adam … as we speak, you are NOT the world heavyweight champion. You’re just another Joe in the back, as far as everyone else is concerned. You might stay in the 5 star hotel, you might get to hump a hooker that’d cost me two week’s pay. But when you’re in that locker room, when you’re in that wrestling ring, you’re not high society. You’re not special. You’re just another warm body for me to sink my teeth into.

The Wolf: World title or not, we’ve still got a match. I’m glad to see you’re preparing so well. The expensive hotel, high class ass, and whatnot. It’s nice that you’re that confident in your abilities. As for me, I’ll be in the gym. I’ll be studying the tapes. I’ll be laying the groundwork for your destruction. So live it up, Adam. Live it up.

::FADE TO BLACK::
 
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