[MBE vs. UCW] WhiteNoise and IrishRed vs. John Doe and Cameron Cruise

[TH]

One fall to a finish. No time limit.

Deadline for RP is Friday, August 25th, 11:59:59 PM

 

[irishred]

What must be done...

Irishred leans across the railing of a bridge crossing the Missouri river in his hometown of Yankton South Dakota. He is smoking a cigar as the sun sets on the water. Without looking at the camera he begins to speak.

Here we are...MBE vs UCW and what team am I representing? I am the UCW World Heavyweight Champion. I am the man that people think about when UCW is brought up in conversation. I am simply the man.

But here I am proudly waving the banner of MBE. It's not even that I respect the men that I am working with so much. I have a history with them sure; but my reason for being on this team has less to do with the talent them my own history with the federation.

It was MBE that gave me my first break in professional wrestling. It is MBE that runs through my veins. It is MBE that I will forever remain true to.

I compete all over the world for A1E, EPW and UCW; I have made appearances in most of the TEAM events...but all it took was one call for me to know where my loyalties will forever lie.

So here I sit the UCW champion competing for MBE and who is that the MBE legends draw in the first round?

Hello UCW. Hello Cameron, Hello John...hello to my UCW fans. Let the traitor chants begin. Let the trash talking commence. Let the hatred flow. I'm more then man enough to take it.

Let's look at some facts here kids. I am the champion of UCW for one simple reason...I am the absolute best they have to offer. Without me UCW is nothing but a mix of has beens and never will be's. Without me UCW would be languishing for air time on Public Access Television. Without my name at the top of the UCW roster kids your two wouldn't be drawing a paycheck.

You should be praising me for the opportunities I have afforded you. You should be paying homage to me for all the opportunities I have afforded you in UCW. Instead I am sure you will stand in front of the microphone and tell blatant lies in a sad attempt to puff yourselves up. I am sure you blow and bluster in a sad attempt to rally yourselves and MY UCW faithful in some type of character assassination.

I am loyal to UCW. I will beat your two here in the Dupree Cup for the betterment of UCW. It is through defeat that you will grow stronger. It will be through the complete dominance of MBE over UCW that the fans will come to realize what I have been saying all along. UCW needs me to be legitimate.

Without me...without your champion...UCW is nothing.

Irishred drops the butt of his cigar into the water and crosses the bridge into the just fallen night.

 

[TSiegel]

"You know...'Red, you might be very-well comfortable as the UCW Heavyweight Champion, and that's all well and good..."

(Fadein, Cameron Cruise in an high school wrestling room. Mats are on the floor, Ropes from the ceiling, and Free weights in the backround.)

CRUISE: But do you TRULY believe that just because you had to nearly KILL a man...that you're really THAT good??

Sure....you beat the First just like you said you would...it took at least two-to-three times to do it, but you beat him, nonetheless, and became the champion.

But I still don't think you're worthy of holding that title, let alone my own jockstrap, as far as actual SKILL is concerned.

Sure...you defeated First. But you didn't BEAT him.

I BEAT Dan Ryan, which is why I was able to hold the contract to be the number one contender to that title, and stand here confident enough to represent UCW for this competition.

I've done everything save one that I've said I was going to do once I signed that contract with Dallas Michaels to come to UCW, and believe me when I tell you....that's going to be rectified soon as well...but you can bet your ass I'm going to represent UCW, and represent them well, seeing as a thanks for my efforts earned me the 'Captain' position on this team and a middle finger in YOUR direction for the vice versa action you gave UCW when you were asked to do your service.

A service...that's MANDATORY...ESPECIALLY on your part 'Red...since you became World Heavyweight Champion....to attend to.

Sure....MBE gave you your first break and that's all well and good; CSWA gave me mine and I've never truly strayed since.

But I know when and where my bread is buttered 'Red; and that's where my services rendered are most appreciated.

In UCW.

You might be man enough to trash-talk 'Red and believe me...from all that garbage that I've heard out of your mouth targeted towards Ryan and First, there's no need for you to reach that level here, this isn't true level ground, like in UCW.

This is about being apart of a TEAM, so that the most victorious organization can take home a trophy almost as exemplary if not more...glorified than the CSWA UNIFIED World Heavyweight Championship.

You know.

The one that you're too chicken**** to risk competing for that about thirty-five-something others are risking to do, some heard of, some outrageous newcomers.

But nonetheless the fact remains is that I'm here at the top position, representing a part of a company that has YOU as my opponent; an embarrassing footnote that I'm more than ready to underline after I beat you, whether or not my partner is with me.

Don't believe me??

Try me.

I dare you.

(Fadeout.)

 

[WhiteNoise]

WhiteNoise drives into the sun, his eyes squinting as he maintains a view on the road ahead of him. He drives fast. The wind whips through the open windows, throwing his hair back behind him. Keeping one hand on the wheel he reaches into the open pack of Lucky Strikes sitting next to him on the seat and frees a cigarette, placing it between his lips. With the same hand he reaches down and grabs his Zippo.

CLICK

He inhales and lights the cigarette.

WHAP

With both hands back on the wheel he just keeps driving. The slits that are his eyes appear to narrow even more as he sees something up ahead. As he drives closer he sees a Volkswagon bus off to the side of the road. The driver sits behind the wheel, gunning the engine as his two passengers push hopelessly from behind. The right rear tire is stuck in the sand off to the side of the road and they are simply digging themselves in deeper. WhiteNoise passes them doing 85 while one of the pushers attempts to flag him down.

WhiteNoise continues driving as they grow smaller in the rear view mirror. The one who tried to flag him down flashes him the bird. Sighing and shaking his head WhiteNoise slams on the breaks and skids to a stop. He throws the car in reverse and backs up furiously before hitting the breaks again and coming to a halt a few yards in front of the bus. He throws the GTO into park and steps out. He crushes his cigarette out under his boot as he walks the asphalt back towards the van. The men grow silent as fear overtakes them. The huge man walking towards them hardly looks the part of the Good Samaritan and the obscene gesture that seemed to catch his attention more than their predicament is seeming like a VERY bad idea.

WhiteNoise passes the driver without making eye contact. He rounds the back of the van and passes the other two men, acknowledging neither. He takes a place on the right side of the bumper and puts his shoulder against the vehicle. The driver tells his companions to give it another try. Shaking their heads and smiling with relief they both take their spots. The driver hits the gas again and the tire begins to spin. WhiteNoise places his hands under the bumper, lifting slightly as he pushes. It does the trick. The van lurches forward as it catches the pavement. WhiteNoise lets go and stands with a grin as the other two fall forward.

The men thank him profusely as he walks away without a word. He knows that without him they wouldn't have been able to get out on their own. He saved them a 4 mile walk to an area where their cell phones would get reception and who knows how much in tow charges. His good deed for the day is done. But something still feels wrong about the whole thing.

WhiteNoise stops. He turns back towards the van. All three men are now inside and the driver presses the gas, that familiar Volkswagon "put-put-put" pushing the van forwards. WhiteNoise steps into the path of the van and the driver hits the breaks. The Silent Nightmare walks towards the passenger seat and motions for the window to be rolled down. The man joyfully does so, taking the opportunity to once again thank their savior. WhiteNoise smiles and offers his hand. As the man takes it he remembers what WhiteNoise has remembered seconds beforehand. He curses himself for being so stupid a split second too late as the giant grips his hand like a vice, crushing the bones of all four fingers, including the one that he used to flip him off minutes ago. The scream splits the silence and brings another smile to WhiteNoise's lips.

Now he's finished. And now he can go.

WhiteNoise gets back in his car, lights another cigarette and peels out.

And so he drives, heading towards the MidWest.

 

[TSiegel]

(Fadein, Cameron Cruise in the "Cheap Seats" of Soldier Field, Chicago, home of the Chicago Bears. He's got a brew in his left hand and a hotdog in the other, as he smirks.)

CRUISE: Gee...ya know..."WhiteNoise"...if I wanted to see you run around and do what you did...I'd stay home and borrow Hiroshi's copy of the series "Knight Rider", and go to sleep there.

But frankly...I've never really had the urge to stair at David Hasselhoff make a fool of himself lately, so let's do ol' Cammy a favor, shall we??

Cut the crap.

You're not Craig Miles, and believe me...you don't even wanna TRY to be.

That's right kid, I said it and I stand by it exactly from what I said.

Why?? Because it's MY party and I'll make 'Red cry if I want to.

Afterall...he knows deep down, his time is running out.

I'm coming to take his title, I'm coming to BEAT him.

Then afterwards, he'll be just like all the other jerks that I've put down after pumping themselves up with chairs and other assorted weapons:

Flat on his back.

Not that you couldn't have done something about it in the match against myself and Doe...but hey, let's face it...you're not exactly a fresh of breath air either.

But to say the least, I'll give you one thing...at least you're an honest man, and you'll help out someone that needs help; afterwards...if you've got time...I've got some engine work that I could use someone to take care of for me, so you'll be just the guy for the job.

I'll even compensate 'cha for the pain and suffering that you had to go through listening to 'Red run his mouth about being a champion of a company that doesn't even LIKE HIM...while representing yours.

Is this personal?? Sure, maybe.

Not that it's any concern of yours though, after all, it's not your fault...all things aside...Jesus never wanted you for a Sunbeam anyway...I mean, you were chosen to team with 'Red weren'tcha??

As for my partner...who's to say...he never was one to wake up early, ya know...he never really remembers what he did the night before...procrastination was never really one of his assets...downfall...perhaps.

But get use to this fact, Jack: You telling me I'm already defeated and things like that won't work so you'll haveta try something new.

I've heard it ALL my life and hearing it now will only make things worse for you.

Why??

Because I'm Cameron ****ing Cruise, Damnit.

And because whether or not you realize yet who your up against and who's in your corner, in the end it's only going to be a horrible...HORRIBLE REALITY CHECK that you just...won't like.

(Fadeout.)