[SSIX] Lethal Lottery Championships: Varga/Otaku (c) vs. Tact/Scott

[TH]

Larry Tact and Frankie Scott have been adversaries in TEAM for awhile, so much to the point that they were going to have a "Loser Leaves TEAM for Five Events" match at this very event until fate dealt them this hand. Instead of battling each other, they must coexist to try and dethrone James Varga and Otaku as the Lethal Lottery Champions.

One fall to a finish, all regular RP rules apply. RP deadline is Thursday, June 26th @ 11:59:59 PM, give or take a second.

 

[Starbreaker]

FADE IN: on a shot of Larry Tact. wearing a button down blue shirt and black slacks, sitting on a burgundy sofa in his lavishly furnished Manhattan suite. In front of him are stacks of small envelopes, all open and set on his glass cocktail table. We can see there are messages scrawled on seemingly all of the cards sticking out of the envelopes. Tact has his hands open to them, questioningly.


LARRY TACT: "It seems someone decided to make full use of knowing my home address. Ever since the TiT Sweet Sixteen, I've been dealing with card after card... message after message... day after day. I'm not even sure what the general message or point of them is, at this point; they all seem to point in different directions. Some are wrestling related; others are personal. I wonder if this is just some attempt to drive me over the edge... but it'll take more than...."

He slaps over a stack of the cards.

"...Pointless taunting messages. If I had advanced from the Sweet Sixteen... had I defeated Ravager... maybe there was only another message awaiting me. Or, maybe there might have been an end in sight. Who knows. But as it is, whoever you are out there... I am not going anywhere. And it'll take more than empty threats to keep me from going out and speaking my mind."

"And as for the TiT.... as for my Sweet Sixteen match... the past two years, I've been ousted by a finalist from that year's tournament. It's only a matter of time before the odds turn... and it's me who assumes that role of finalist. These years will only push me further towards the goal... and I fully intend on proving as much, next year."

"Ravager's a solid competitor, no doubt... but anytime you want, I'd be ready to step back in the ring, and set things right for myself."

He clasps his hands together, resting his chin on them.

"More immediately, though... I have a chance to reap some sown frustration, and gain some gold in the process. There is a match I am ready to enter, at SuperShow IX. Lethal Lottery... and what a draw indeed. Frankie Scott... you know, I haven't heard from you this week, but that's not necessarily going to matter. We don't have to buddy up for this match. We don't even have to like each other for this match. There's a great strategy I'd like to incorporate, which is this: just don't f(BLEEP) it up! As long as we don't do anything to lose this match for ourselves... we should be fine. Because between James Varga and Otaku... if we're being honest, here, which I always am.... there's going to be an opportunity that presents itself. And I will exploit it to the fullest, when it comes."

"Varga, you've been on something of a run I guess, if two wins on one card is considered a "run." The two titles on the line made it a special occasion for you, and I'd imagine you got yourself a few pats on the back for it. But I wasn't involved in either of those decisions... and quite frankly, that does matter."

"I'm sure you'll be dedicated to retaining your Championships, and that's all well and good. But when reality begins to kick in... when you're in Vegas, with the zoo around you while you try to focus in on the task of retaining two Championships on the same night... well, I'll be waiting for when you crack. Nothing personal, but I don't think you'll be handling the pressure. In fact, I'll be applying plenty of that pressure, and most people don't handle that, alone, too well. Much less the additional pressure you'll be facing from Frankie Scott."

"I bet you feel motivated and full of confidence in yourself, too. That's great. The only problem is... how are you going to handle things when you realize you're going to have to pin someone who's been just as confident, if not more, and not needing a title around his waist to be at that level? See James, you've gotten a little jolt for yourself after this little run of yours. But when you've got the ability to go in and win against that guys like me have developed... that seasoned mentality and ability, James... it's a whole different opponent you're stepping into the ring with."

"I can tell you now, I'm not going to look at you differently because you're a Champion. I'm not going to show you respect for it... in fact, maybe I'll just slap you in the face for winning the Lethal Lottery titles, and being in my damn way. I've got nothing to prove to you, but everything to prove to some people that are trying to put some pressure of their own on me. And I'm going to show that they aren't doing a very good job of it, when I beat you to the canvas, and lock you in for a tactful surrender."

"I've got plenty of motivation to make me want to win this match, even with Frankie Scott... and you? Well, you just look like the nerd who punched a bully in the nose for the first time. You're soaking in the adoration, but don't realize that the bully you dealt with last time... that might just be the least of your troubles, this time. Because now you're attracting the real fighters. And I assure you, I won't go away whether it's you... or you and Otaku I've got to take on for those belts. I've got some pent up frustration to allieviate... and you two just happen to be in just the wrong place, at the right time for me."

"So step right up. Champs. I'm tired of waiting on you."


FADE OUT.

 

[Evil James]

Monday, June 23, 2008
7:50 p.m.

After what has been the best week of my life up here in West Yellowstone, Montana, things have all of a sudden taken a turn for the worse. I just accidentally picked up Amber’s cellphone instead of my own (they both are the same model and color so it’s an easy mistake to make) and answered a phone call.

“Hello,” I mumble in a quiet voice.

“Hello Amber,” the voice on the other line replies.

But just as I am about to respond to tell the person this, he starts talking.

“It’s Brian. I had such a great time in Vegas with you. I loved it when you came over and made love.”

At this point my eyebrows raise up toward the ceiling as he continues talking.

“I’d love to continue doing this on a regular basis. Just don’t let James find out. If he finds out, we’ll both be in deep.”

He pauses on the other line and then continues again.

“Is he there?”

I think for a moment about what to do and then cough into the phone.

“Oh, ok. Just get off the line sweetie and I’ll talk to you later. I love you.”

The other line goes silent and I shut off her cellphone.

Now I have a dilemma that I’m not too happy about. My girlfriend has been cheating on
me and we’re on vacation together. Now I must decide whether I should bring it up or let it slide until she brings it up.

I decide to think it over before making a decision.

* * *

9:45 p.m.

“So it’s over?” I ask.

She turns to me and nods her head.

“Yes,” she mutters out quietly as she packs her suitcase. “It’s over, James.”

This is totally blowing my mind right now. This is the happiest I’ve ever been and then all of a sudden I get sucked into a black hole of despair by this woman who I thought was the one but turned out to be a rat.

“Why is it over?”

“Because I’m not feeling it anymore.”

“No, you’re just in denial.”

She turns and gives me a weird look.

“In denial of what James?”

“You’re in denial that you had an affair with one of your friends and are in denial that the affair is the reason for the break up. You can say that you don’t love me all you want but the truth is you had an affair and got manipulated by someone else.”

“Yes I did tell you that but I did love you but not anymore.”

“So you had an affair with one of your friends instead of just breaking it off? I would’ve been fine with a break up but then you did that stupid ****ing bull**** and now we’ve come to this point.”

“What point is that?”

“The point of no return.”

We both give each other a look at this point. She’s looking at me like I’m nuts whereas I’m looking at her like she’s a disease infested whore.

“James, this is not just all my fault. You played a part in this too you know.”

I put my hands on my hips.

“Oh really? And what part is that? The part of the person who got cheated on?”

She glares at me.

“If you would’ve spent more time with me then this wouldn’t have happened.”

I motion around.

“WE’VE BEEN IN THE WOODS FOR MORE THAN A ****ING WEEK! WHEN THE HELL HAVE I NOT BEEN SPENDING TIME WITH YOU?!”

“Back in Vegas…”

“So you mean to tell me you started ****ing him BACK IN VEGAS?!”

She turns away and looks down at the ground before nodding her head.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“WELL THAT JUST MAKES ME FEEL ****ING GREAT ABOUT THIS WHOLE SITUATION!

You’ve been cheating on me for more than a week and that just makes me SOOOOO happy.”

I turn around and start heading out of the bedroom door only to stop before turning back around.

“Just pack up your **** and go.”

I then leave her to finish packing in the bedroom as I head down the hallway and walk straight for the kitchen. I need some alcohol after this night. This has not been a good day at all.

* * *

Journal of James Varga

24 June.- It took a few weeks but I finally have driven Amber away. Well, actually, no I haven’t. **** that! She left me and had an affair with one of her friends in the process.

That is not the idea of what I had in mind when we came up here.

This is just another incident in a long line of incidents that have left me single yet again. I am getting sick of this stupid dating ****. Every time I let someone get close to me I always end up getting hurt and this is just another case of that happening.

I’m probably destined to be alone. However, I still have my wrestling career to look forward to. I have two championship belts to defend and I plan on keeping them both.

That is my mission in life now.

No one will stop me.

No one.

* * *

June 24
4:45 p.m.

Today has been really depressing.

I’ve basically just been driving around Yellowstone National Park all day sightseeing and eating at various restaurants that are scattered throughout the park whenever I got hungry.

This is the kind of solitude that I’ve been wanting to have ever since she left me and now I have it.

Alone all day with only my thoughts. The heartbreak of lost love can do some strange things to a person.

Some people get depressed and suicidal. Other people stop thinking about it and move on with their lives.

However, I on the other hand have had a strange reaction to this event.

The anger about what has happened has made me motivated to win now. The anger over what has happened has turned into motivation to take it out on my opponents and that is not a good thing for either of them.

As I look out into the wilderness, the rage overcomes me. I know what I have to do now.
I have to stop worrying about the past and start worrying about the present.

I have to worry about my title defenses.

I must win.

And no one will stop me from doing so.

Nobody.

* * *

June 25
6:30 p.m.

I have been having a really weird week and this is just another incident that has happened in it.

First the Church of the Unholy breaks up officially and then Amber leaves me after having an affair with one of her friends.

But hopefully my luck is not going to get any worse. What has transpired has motivated me to be the best there is in the world at the TEAM Super Show.

Instead of crying and moping around, I’ve been training…

Training a lot.

Ever since she left all I’ve done is work out and go on jogs or walks. I’ve also had a lot of alone time to get myself in the zone for my matches.

That is not a good thing for my opponents. I’m going to be ready. And they won’t know what hit them…

* * *

7:45 p.m.

“Frankie Scott and Larry Tact.”

The feed starts coming in on my scheduled TEAM interview session for the Super Show. I am wearing a white ‘Ghostbusters’ T-shirt along with some black basketball shorts I begin talking.

“Me and Otaku are the Lethal Lottery Tag Team Champions of the world here in TEAM.
Now those titles have a lot of prestige to them. A prestige that needs to be upheld with the highest regard by the holders of those championships.”

“As being one of those title holders, I need to keep two guys who hate each other from winning and destroying the elite nature of these championships. If Scott and Tact win these belts, they will kill each other as the champions.”

“So, in order to prevent this from happening, me and Otaku have a plan. We are going to win this match hands down and prevent that from going down.”

“Tact, Scott, you two guys can bicker and fight amongst yourselves all you want but there is no way in hell you guys are winning.”

“Just come out to the ring and surrender before you two kill each other in the middle of the ring. That would not be good for either of you guys or TEAM as an organization. Two dead wrestlers in the center of the ring would not be good at all.”

“So this is what I’m proposing.”

“You two guys can stay at home and just not show up so that you can spare your lives from the inevitable double homicide that we all know is coming. So stay home, don’t die.”

“You’ll both be doing yourselves a favor.”

I smile at the camera.

“It’ll be for the greater good. Trust me. And you’ll both be alive at the end of the day so everybody walks away happy.”

“So think about it. Think about it real long before you two make a decision.”

“Trust me. Your lives will depend on it.”

I then shut off the camera and the feed fades to black.

* * *

Journal of James Varga

25 June.- With the distractions over with, now I have had plenty of time to devote to my title defenses. Everyone in the wrestling world is thinking that my wins were flukes. They’d better think again because this is not a one show fluke.
This is the start of some big things for me. People are going to start fearing me like they should’ve done years ago but were too busy making jokes at my expense to notice. This is going to be my revenge and their worst nightmare.

My plan is to take on any and all challengers with both titles and hold both belts for as long as I possibly can. That is my goal and I plan on accomplishing it. No one can hold me back from my destiny.

I am on a mission to become the best in the world and no one is going to hold me back anymore.

No one can hold me back.

No one.

* * *

9:20 p.m.

The feed comes back on and I smile after watching Larry Tact running his mouth earlier in the day on the television so I feel it is only necessary that I respond to him in kind.

"Tact, you seem to think you are the **** but you're not from the way you're running your mouth. Just because you weren't in either title match doesn't matter. The same thing would've happened, a big loss for you and a big win for me."

"Me not handling the pressure? Well, reality check Tact. I will come into Super Show IX with two titles and I will leave Super Show IX with the same two titles I came in with. You should be more worried about your upcoming match with your partner with the Loser Leaves TEAM for 5 matches stipulation than worrying about winning any gold in this match because it's not going to happen."

"You may be confident but you don't have the heart, the inner guts in order to pull this out. See you're all about the ego, I'm not. I have the eye of the tiger so to speak. You're only worried about gaining even more reputation. I could care less about my reputation. All I know is that I am going to be keeping both my championships on this Super Show."

"You're a seasoned veteran, yes, but so am I. Six years of surviving the wrestling wars will do that to you. So I know what it takes to survive and win in big match situations. I've been doing it for years and will continue to do it until the day I retire from wrestling for good."

"You can show me no respect whatsoever, that's fine. The only problem is that kind of attitude will come back and bite you in the end when you and you're little buddy lose this match. See me and Otaku are on the same page whereas you and Scott are not. That's the difference. You seem to have forgotten that during your little rant or temper tantrum or whatever that was."

"I will not surrender, Tact. I repeat I WILL NOT SURRENDER. I will fight until the bitter end and then I will leave you with a stunned look on your face after having your shoulders pinned to the mat by someone who 'can't handle' the pressure in your mind."

"You also seem to forget that you are not the only one with motivation to win this match. I have YEARS of motivation to stick it to all the people who said I would never amount to anything in this sport. That is my motivation. I don't need a lecture from you about how motivated you are. I could care less. The bottom line is there will be two winners and two losers in this match."

"I don't plan on losing. However, you should."

"Words are cheap unless you can back it up so invite you to try and back up your words. Because, if you don't, you will lose some of that prestige that you are so proud of."

"In fact, just quit talking. Let's get this fight over with. I'm ready for it."

The feed fades out.

 

[Evil James]

Thursday, June 26, 2008
12:30 p.m.

Sometimes it sucks to be James Varga…

Especially after a break up like the one I had before driving home.

As I arrive back into Las Vegas after driving there from West Yellowstone, apparently people are already talking crap about me as it pertains to my involvement in two championship title defenses at Super Show IX. My cell phone has received numerous text messages over the past few hours on the way here.

So when I stop to fill up my car with gas before heading home, I pull out my phone from my right front pocket and open it up to see that I have ten text messages on my phone.

These are some of the more interesting ones that are either personal or related to my TEAM matches coming up:

From: Art

Did you hear what Randalls said about you? He called you a retarded monkey.

Thur, June 26, 8:30 a.m.

~

From: Mike Savage

Tact said you were unmotivated. You should kick his ass because he is a dumbass.

Thur, June 26, 9:27 a.m.

~

From: Psycho Ex # 15

U r the stupid~! Tact wil kick ur ass!

Thur, June 26, 10:30 a.m.

~

From: Amber

James, hurry and get back to Vegas. We need to talk. I’m so sorry.

Thur, June 26, 11:38 a.m.

~

The rest of the messages are basically just forwards saying stupid crap like ‘If you don’t text this to 13 people in under 13 minutes, your love life will be horrible forever.’

However, the Randalls one and the one from Amber intrigue me the most. I have to go home and see what this moron said about me on the tube.

This is utterly amazing to me. First everybody can’t believe it and now I’m being brought up in the TiT finals by both Randalls and Ravager. This is a long way from being a joke as a member of the Church of the Unholy.

So I go over and fill my car up with gas before getting back behind the wheel to drive home. This will be an interesting experience.

* * *

1:20 p.m.

After driving home, I grab my bags and head inside. Once inside my house, I turn on the lights and there’s everyone I know throwing confetti at me.

“SURPRISE!!!!!!!!!!!”

I look on in shock as Amber comes over and kisses me on the cheek.

“Hi honey!” she says as I look on in shock.

“Surprised?” she asks.

I honestly don’t know what to say at this point. First she breaks up with me after I found
out she had an affair and now this…It’s a little too much to take at this point.

“Well yeah…” I mutter out in a stunned voice. “But what about…”

“The ‘affair?’” she asks using finger quotes as I nod my head.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I had to throw you off so I could get down here and get this done before you got back.”

“So it was all a trick?”

She nods her head.

“Yes it was and it worked very well.”

“But…”

She shushes me and starts explaining.

“You know that my ex had an affair with one of my best friends, right?”

I nod my head.

“Now think about it. Why would I do that to somebody else when I was so hurt by that happening to me? I wouldn’t. Besides, I tried everything else but it didn’t work so my friend came up with the idea for the plan and for me to get down here and get it ready before you came home.”

I’m in utter shock still at the moment but then a smile comes to my face as I come to the realization about something.

“You really do love me, don’t you?”

She nods her head.

“Yes.”

This brings a big grin to my face as we hug and embrace.

“I’m glad that you do.”

I then motion around the party.

“Very nice. You tricked even me which is very hard to do. That’s a major turn on in my
book.”

She smiles.

“I know it is.”

“Besides, I was thinking about it and Brian is too nice to pull off something like that.”

“True.”

“And in the end I got a lot of training done for my matches which only helps me in the long run.”

“That works out. You‘re going to do fine in your matches.”

“And I will win both my matches. There is no doubt in my mind.”

“In mine either,” she replies.

I look around at the party going on all around us.

“I think we’d better stop worrying about what’s to come and start partying with everyone else.”

“Good idea.”

We hold hands before going to join the rest of the party that has started rocking in my pad. This is the most fun I’ve had in ages and I hope it stays like this until the party is over.

* * *

4:15 p.m.

The party has still been going for awhile now and only a few people have left. It looks like it’s going to be going on for awhile. I’m already drunk at this point and starting to stagger around.

However, most everyone at the party is more wasted than I am. Some are playing Super Mario Kart on my Wii. A few others are outside on the patio chatting about politics and whatnot. One of them is my best friend Art so me and Amber go outside to listen in on this madness.

However, they stop talking about politics when Art brings up my wrestling career. He’s talking to Patrick, one of Amber’s friends. Amber and I watch them in amusement as the conversation gets interesting.

“James could kick Obama’s ass!” Art exclaims.

Patrick nods his head after taking a swig of beer from his can of Bud Light.

“Yeah,” he replies. “He’s better than McCain though.”

“True. But at least McCain isn’t an elitist prick like Obama is. He’s going to turn this country Communist like Castro did Cuba.”

“No he won’t. He’ll make it more like the Iron Curtain of Soviet Russia.”

“But he doesn’t have a blotch on his head like Gorbachev.”

“Or one on his stomach like Dusty Rhodes.”

“I still think James would kick his ass.”

“I think so too.”

“In fact, James could kick both their asses.”

Patrick nods his head.

“Damn right…even though McCain is Palpatine.”

“McCain is NOT Palpatine!”

Art nods his head.

“Yes he is.”

“Then what does that make Obama?”

“He’s the Third Antichrist.”

“No, that’s Hillary Clinton.”

“I stand corrected.”

“Hear about that bull**** going on in Zimbabwe? That’s what it’s going to be like whenever one of them tries to get reelected.”

“This country is going down the toilet and no one even sees that we could be like Zimbabwe in four years.”

I laugh over this and they both look over at me. I shrug my shoulders.

“What?! This is better than most television newscasts. But I agree with you both. Now let’s drink up some more!”

I go back inside to get some more alcohol as they go back to having their conversation. Amber is soon to follow and closes the screen door behind her.

* * *

Journal of James Varga

26 June.- Today has been a day full of surprises. First the surprise party and then the shocker of shockers. Amber wasn’t cheating on me and it was all a ruse just to get her down her to set up the party because she couldn’t get away from being around me in order to set up the party.

Upon this realization, I realized that I’ve been spending too much time with her and keeping her from her friends but she has done the same with me. So it’s basically your usual Catch 22. But at least we’re together and I’m happy.

Now the only thing left is for me to do now is to defend both of my championship belts on Super Show IX. That will be the only thing sweeter than what she did for me. Sure, she went about it in a ****ed up way, but oh well.

I love her and that’s all that matters.

* * *

10:15 p.m.

After the party finished up and Amber and I cleaned up everything, I finally had the time to sit down and watch what Randalls and Ravager had been saying about me on the television.

First Ravager gave me a huge compliment. He said that me and the rest of the current crop of TEAM champions will make the place feel more special.

Then I continue to watch the video feed and see what Randalls had to say on the subject matter.

Randalls then came on and basically trashed me. He said that I was ‘retarded monkey’ before saying that he would be ‘TEAM’s Saviour.’

The only reaction to his little shot at me is shaking my head.

“Savior my ass. The only salvation he’s going to get is from the lights he’s looking up at after he loses to Ravager.”

I then grab the remote and turn off the television. I am not surprised. People have been taking shots at me for years. In fact, Captain Justice took a shot at me a few weeks back and now this clown.

They have no idea that I am not the same Varga that has spent years losing. This is my year of destiny and soon they’ll all see the light.

The light of their true salvation…

 

[TH]

Varga's second promo is disallowed.