TBirdSCIL
League Member
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The Dogs of War vs. Martial Law
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Mister Dread
League Member
Where's Sammo?
::FADEIN on the worn down, dingy ring at the Basham-Schultz Wrestling Academy. THE DOGS OF WAR, "THE WOLF" CHRIS MCMILLAN and JASON PAYNE lounge in the ring, resting after a workout. The camera pans the ring, settling in on JASON PAYNE::
PAYNE: Well, it looks like we're staring off with a bang here. Pretty much right out of the box we've got a shot at the number one contenders for the tag titles in Martial Law.
THE WOLF: Hey, I remember that show. Sammo Hung was in it, right?
PAYNE: Oh geez. No, not Martial Law the TV show, you turd. Martial Law the TAG TEAM, first in the rankings for the GLCW tag titles.
THE WOLF: Oh, them. I liked the show better.
PAYNE: Well ... so did I. But that's not the point. The point is that we're being thrown right into the TOP competition that GLCW has to offer. But guess what ... THAT'S EXACTLY WHERE WE FRIGGIN' BELONG!
THE WOLF: That's right. This week it's the number one contenders. Next week it [beep] sure better be the tag champs. They got no reason to duck the Dogs of War. Sooner or later, this way or that, we're gonna be wearing those tag straps. Martial Law can't stop us. Neither can Stephen Morgan and Nikolai Ash. Not even Kraven and Flatliner can keep us from putting those belts around our waists.
PAYNE: Everyone can claim that they are the dominant tag team here in GLCW. Well, with the Dogs of War it's not a claim. It's a STONE COLD FACT! Now, some might say that it ain't the truth, 'cause we don't have the tag straps. Well, the only thing we're lacking is oppertunity, and we're gonna be one stop closer to that oppertunity very soon now. We're going through Martial Law like Ex-Lax through a fat man's colon, and you can count on that!
::FADE TO BLACK::
::FADEIN on the worn down, dingy ring at the Basham-Schultz Wrestling Academy. THE DOGS OF WAR, "THE WOLF" CHRIS MCMILLAN and JASON PAYNE lounge in the ring, resting after a workout. The camera pans the ring, settling in on JASON PAYNE::
PAYNE: Well, it looks like we're staring off with a bang here. Pretty much right out of the box we've got a shot at the number one contenders for the tag titles in Martial Law.
THE WOLF: Hey, I remember that show. Sammo Hung was in it, right?
PAYNE: Oh geez. No, not Martial Law the TV show, you turd. Martial Law the TAG TEAM, first in the rankings for the GLCW tag titles.
THE WOLF: Oh, them. I liked the show better.
PAYNE: Well ... so did I. But that's not the point. The point is that we're being thrown right into the TOP competition that GLCW has to offer. But guess what ... THAT'S EXACTLY WHERE WE FRIGGIN' BELONG!
THE WOLF: That's right. This week it's the number one contenders. Next week it [beep] sure better be the tag champs. They got no reason to duck the Dogs of War. Sooner or later, this way or that, we're gonna be wearing those tag straps. Martial Law can't stop us. Neither can Stephen Morgan and Nikolai Ash. Not even Kraven and Flatliner can keep us from putting those belts around our waists.
PAYNE: Everyone can claim that they are the dominant tag team here in GLCW. Well, with the Dogs of War it's not a claim. It's a STONE COLD FACT! Now, some might say that it ain't the truth, 'cause we don't have the tag straps. Well, the only thing we're lacking is oppertunity, and we're gonna be one stop closer to that oppertunity very soon now. We're going through Martial Law like Ex-Lax through a fat man's colon, and you can count on that!
::FADE TO BLACK::
R
RYoungblood
Guest
Putting The Dogs To Sleep
(Camera fades into the Indianapolis Marriott where a limo pulls up. Martial Law gets out and gets bombarded by fans wanting autographs. They sign autographs for everyone and then go into the hotel. Go up to the VIP lounge where they usually head right away.)
Ryan Youngblood: Oh how unique.. The Martial Law TV show joke, like we haven't heard that before?
Steve Slayer: What? I thought it was funny!
RYB: Yeah, so did I, the first thousand times people used it against us.
SS: Yeah, I guess you're right.
RYB: Man I feel great, coming off from our first win, we really did a great job. We just need to keep it up, I see a real bright future for us.
SS: Yeah, we're the #1 Contenders!
RYB: That's right! And not too long before we're the champs.
SS: Not long at all.
RYB: So, who do we have to waste our time against at the next event?
SS: Some New Blood, The Dogs Of War.
RYB: Haha, what a name, I don't even think I need to make any jokes up about that. But I think I will. Are you guys Poodles? Cocker Spaniels? Just curious.
SS: The funny thing is that they actually in all reality think that they stand a chance against us.
RYB: Yeah, they're pretty confident. I guess they think they can enter into the GLCW and just start winnning right away.
SS: We felt the same way though.
RYB: Yeah, but then we paid our dues and then started kicking some ass.
SS: And continued to kick ass.
RYB: Thats right, and this next event will be no exception.
SS: We make short work out of teams like you two. You better train up.
(Fade Out)
(Camera fades into the Indianapolis Marriott where a limo pulls up. Martial Law gets out and gets bombarded by fans wanting autographs. They sign autographs for everyone and then go into the hotel. Go up to the VIP lounge where they usually head right away.)
Ryan Youngblood: Oh how unique.. The Martial Law TV show joke, like we haven't heard that before?
Steve Slayer: What? I thought it was funny!
RYB: Yeah, so did I, the first thousand times people used it against us.
SS: Yeah, I guess you're right.
RYB: Man I feel great, coming off from our first win, we really did a great job. We just need to keep it up, I see a real bright future for us.
SS: Yeah, we're the #1 Contenders!
RYB: That's right! And not too long before we're the champs.
SS: Not long at all.
RYB: So, who do we have to waste our time against at the next event?
SS: Some New Blood, The Dogs Of War.
RYB: Haha, what a name, I don't even think I need to make any jokes up about that. But I think I will. Are you guys Poodles? Cocker Spaniels? Just curious.
SS: The funny thing is that they actually in all reality think that they stand a chance against us.
RYB: Yeah, they're pretty confident. I guess they think they can enter into the GLCW and just start winnning right away.
SS: We felt the same way though.
RYB: Yeah, but then we paid our dues and then started kicking some ass.
SS: And continued to kick ass.
RYB: Thats right, and this next event will be no exception.
SS: We make short work out of teams like you two. You better train up.
(Fade Out)
Mister Dread
League Member
RE: Putting The Dogs To Sleep
::FADEIN on the GLCW banner backstage. "The Wolf" Chris McMillan and Jason Payne stand before it, attired as usual::
THE WOLF: Oh, how unique ... the "what kind of dogs are you" joke, like we haven't heard that before.
PAYNE: What? I thought it was funny!
THE WOLF: Yeah, so did I. The FIRST thousand times people used it against us. But seriously, Marital Aid ... errrr, sorry. I MEANT to say Martial Law. Slip of the tongue and all. But you two come out here and talk about how we think we're just gonna join GLCW an start winning matches, huh? Well, let me tell you something, boy. I was winning matches in a GLCW ring from the DAY THE FRIGGIN' DOORS OPENED. Hearken back to GLCW's inaugural show, First Wave. Live from good ol' Detroit Michigan, August 4th 2002. On that night, we were the undercard to the main event. "The Big Texan" Hawk McDaniel versus ... you guessed it, "The Wolf" Chris McMillan. I beat and cleanly pinned one of the biggest men around. Let me reiterate: I CLEANLY PINNED a ring-saavy veteran that was more than twice my size. I've wrestled the best the GLCW has to offer. Golem, Angel Castillo, The Jobber, Maelstrom and many more. Granted, I didn't always win. but I DID always give them the match of their lives. Can YOU say the same thing, Youngblood? How's about you, Slayer? Can YOU? I didn't think so.
PAYNE: So, you think we don't stand a chance against you, huh? That's good. That's just one more weakness for the Dogs of War to exploit. See, I might be new around here, but I ain't new to tag-team wrestling. And tagging with the Wolf ain't exactly a new experience either. The Dogs of War ain't one of those oddball pairings that are all the rage lately. We're a well-oiled, highly experienced tag team, well versed in the art of BEATING THE CRAP OUT OF TURDS LIKE YOU! Remember, gentlemen ... our currency is flesh and bone, and we're here to collect!
::FADE TO BLACK::
::FADEIN on the GLCW banner backstage. "The Wolf" Chris McMillan and Jason Payne stand before it, attired as usual::
THE WOLF: Oh, how unique ... the "what kind of dogs are you" joke, like we haven't heard that before.
PAYNE: What? I thought it was funny!
THE WOLF: Yeah, so did I. The FIRST thousand times people used it against us. But seriously, Marital Aid ... errrr, sorry. I MEANT to say Martial Law. Slip of the tongue and all. But you two come out here and talk about how we think we're just gonna join GLCW an start winning matches, huh? Well, let me tell you something, boy. I was winning matches in a GLCW ring from the DAY THE FRIGGIN' DOORS OPENED. Hearken back to GLCW's inaugural show, First Wave. Live from good ol' Detroit Michigan, August 4th 2002. On that night, we were the undercard to the main event. "The Big Texan" Hawk McDaniel versus ... you guessed it, "The Wolf" Chris McMillan. I beat and cleanly pinned one of the biggest men around. Let me reiterate: I CLEANLY PINNED a ring-saavy veteran that was more than twice my size. I've wrestled the best the GLCW has to offer. Golem, Angel Castillo, The Jobber, Maelstrom and many more. Granted, I didn't always win. but I DID always give them the match of their lives. Can YOU say the same thing, Youngblood? How's about you, Slayer? Can YOU? I didn't think so.
PAYNE: So, you think we don't stand a chance against you, huh? That's good. That's just one more weakness for the Dogs of War to exploit. See, I might be new around here, but I ain't new to tag-team wrestling. And tagging with the Wolf ain't exactly a new experience either. The Dogs of War ain't one of those oddball pairings that are all the rage lately. We're a well-oiled, highly experienced tag team, well versed in the art of BEATING THE CRAP OUT OF TURDS LIKE YOU! Remember, gentlemen ... our currency is flesh and bone, and we're here to collect!
::FADE TO BLACK::
Jason Payne
New member
RE: Putting The Dogs To Sleep
:: CUT-TO JASON PAYNE and "THE WOLF" in the locker room, warming up before their match. PAYNE is dressed in the standard "Dogs of War" attire. He is doing some pushups in the corner of the dressing room while THE WOLF sits on the bench in the middle of the locker room. His hands rubbing his face slowly, THE WOLF appears to be deep in thought. [/i[::
PAYNE "...76....77.....78.....79.....80! Excellent."
:: PAYNE rises to his feet, swinging his arms back and forth to loosen them up. He looks over at THE WOLF and notices the look on his partner's face ::
PAYNE "What the hell is the matter with you? We have a match with the #1 contenders in five minutes, and you're sitting here looking all pensive and whatnot. You should be intense, driven. You know, that whole "The Wolf" thing."
:: THE WOLF looks up from his hands at his tag-team partner and hands him a look that is a cross between focused, and annoyment. Casting a glare on PAYNE, he says nothing. ::
PAYNE "What? Come on man. Don't waste your anger on me. I'm just trying to get you to remain focused. I know I can't wait to hit the ring and rip Martial Law to shreds. I mean let's face it, that guy was the worst character EVER in the Tekken series. I mean all that was, was Bruce Lee in gold tights. Well, that's just damned blasphemy..."
:: THE WOLF continues to stare at PAYNE, and it is obvious that PAYNE's attempt at a joke was not what THE WOLF was in the mood for. THE WOLF slowly rises to his feet, and walks over to his partner, looking him straight in the eye. THE WOLF's hunger rolls out his body like a Rocky Mountain avalanche. The hunger, the drive, the anger, the fire that burns within THE WOLF's soul, suddenly explodes in a burst of fiery hot words. His body explodes in a burst of motion, pushing PAYNE hard enough to force him back a couple of steps. ::
WOLF "DO YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME?!"
:: WOLF shoves PAYNE again ::
WOLF "This is not about games. This is not about television jokes. This is about the Dogs of War claiming thier rightful place in GLCW. This is about teaching a couple of young, inexperianced pieces of trash talking filth that if you want to compare yourselves to the best, then you're comparing yourself to the Dogs of War. Do you question my hunger? Do you question my desire? Do you question my ability? Our opponents tonight do, and believe me, as sure as the wolf sings it's nightly song to the moon, that THIS wolf will hunt, and will slay the one called Slayer, and will feast on young blood. You on the other hand..."
:: WOLF rears back and gives PAYNE a knife-edge chop across the chest. PAYNE takes the blow without so much as a grimace, and locks eyes with his tag partner, a slow grin spreading across his lips. THE WOLF, levels a finger at PAYNE ::
WOLF "...you, had better be on your game tonight. Those two clowns out there want to make us a stepping stone on the way to the tag titles. I'm not going to let that happen. You DAMN sure better not let it happen. Understand?"
:: PAYNE is still grinning and he nods as his grin turns into a devilish smirk. ::
PAYNE "Exactly. This is what I wanted. I wanted The Wolf out there with me tonight. Me and you, we go back a long way. Longer than ANY of these kids. These kids want to come in here and talk a big game, KNOWING they have never faced a tag-team like us before. These guys are so insecure about themselves, that they have to come into this show in a limo, catering to all the stupid fans out there. Me and you, we've been there and done all that. We don't need no limos. We certaintly don't need a bunch of snotty nosed fans wanting our autographs all the time. This is our time. This is our moment, and in about five minutes, Slayer and Youngblood are going to find out..."
::PAYNE points to himself. ::
PAYNE "...you don't come to Payneville..."
:: PAYNE points to his partner, "THE WOLF" CHRIS MCMILLAN.
PAYNE "...when "The Wolf" is on the hunt."
:: THE WOLF nods in agreement, and PAYNE returns the nod with one of his own. Both men looking steely eyed and more than ready for their upcoming match up. THE WOLF slowly turns and walks towards the dressing room door, PAYNE following behind him as they make their way out for their match. As they exit, we FADE TO BLACK
:: CUT-TO JASON PAYNE and "THE WOLF" in the locker room, warming up before their match. PAYNE is dressed in the standard "Dogs of War" attire. He is doing some pushups in the corner of the dressing room while THE WOLF sits on the bench in the middle of the locker room. His hands rubbing his face slowly, THE WOLF appears to be deep in thought. [/i[::
PAYNE "...76....77.....78.....79.....80! Excellent."
:: PAYNE rises to his feet, swinging his arms back and forth to loosen them up. He looks over at THE WOLF and notices the look on his partner's face ::
PAYNE "What the hell is the matter with you? We have a match with the #1 contenders in five minutes, and you're sitting here looking all pensive and whatnot. You should be intense, driven. You know, that whole "The Wolf" thing."
:: THE WOLF looks up from his hands at his tag-team partner and hands him a look that is a cross between focused, and annoyment. Casting a glare on PAYNE, he says nothing. ::
PAYNE "What? Come on man. Don't waste your anger on me. I'm just trying to get you to remain focused. I know I can't wait to hit the ring and rip Martial Law to shreds. I mean let's face it, that guy was the worst character EVER in the Tekken series. I mean all that was, was Bruce Lee in gold tights. Well, that's just damned blasphemy..."
:: THE WOLF continues to stare at PAYNE, and it is obvious that PAYNE's attempt at a joke was not what THE WOLF was in the mood for. THE WOLF slowly rises to his feet, and walks over to his partner, looking him straight in the eye. THE WOLF's hunger rolls out his body like a Rocky Mountain avalanche. The hunger, the drive, the anger, the fire that burns within THE WOLF's soul, suddenly explodes in a burst of fiery hot words. His body explodes in a burst of motion, pushing PAYNE hard enough to force him back a couple of steps. ::
WOLF "DO YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME?!"
:: WOLF shoves PAYNE again ::
WOLF "This is not about games. This is not about television jokes. This is about the Dogs of War claiming thier rightful place in GLCW. This is about teaching a couple of young, inexperianced pieces of trash talking filth that if you want to compare yourselves to the best, then you're comparing yourself to the Dogs of War. Do you question my hunger? Do you question my desire? Do you question my ability? Our opponents tonight do, and believe me, as sure as the wolf sings it's nightly song to the moon, that THIS wolf will hunt, and will slay the one called Slayer, and will feast on young blood. You on the other hand..."
:: WOLF rears back and gives PAYNE a knife-edge chop across the chest. PAYNE takes the blow without so much as a grimace, and locks eyes with his tag partner, a slow grin spreading across his lips. THE WOLF, levels a finger at PAYNE ::
WOLF "...you, had better be on your game tonight. Those two clowns out there want to make us a stepping stone on the way to the tag titles. I'm not going to let that happen. You DAMN sure better not let it happen. Understand?"
:: PAYNE is still grinning and he nods as his grin turns into a devilish smirk. ::
PAYNE "Exactly. This is what I wanted. I wanted The Wolf out there with me tonight. Me and you, we go back a long way. Longer than ANY of these kids. These kids want to come in here and talk a big game, KNOWING they have never faced a tag-team like us before. These guys are so insecure about themselves, that they have to come into this show in a limo, catering to all the stupid fans out there. Me and you, we've been there and done all that. We don't need no limos. We certaintly don't need a bunch of snotty nosed fans wanting our autographs all the time. This is our time. This is our moment, and in about five minutes, Slayer and Youngblood are going to find out..."
::PAYNE points to himself. ::
PAYNE "...you don't come to Payneville..."
:: PAYNE points to his partner, "THE WOLF" CHRIS MCMILLAN.
PAYNE "...when "The Wolf" is on the hunt."
:: THE WOLF nods in agreement, and PAYNE returns the nod with one of his own. Both men looking steely eyed and more than ready for their upcoming match up. THE WOLF slowly turns and walks towards the dressing room door, PAYNE following behind him as they make their way out for their match. As they exit, we FADE TO BLACK