TBirdSCIL
League Member
Please keep all RP for this match in this folder...
Minion vs. Nemesis
- Thread starter TBirdSCIL
- Start date
PhantomZ
League Member
- Joined
- Jan 1, 2000
- Messages
- 49
- Points
- 0
A RUSH to Start Things Off...
FADE IN…
(CUE-UP: “The Thin Line” by Queensryche amid darkness. A black screen, and the letters “G,” “L,” “C,” and “W” flash in rapid succession, randomly, until they slow and just read “GLCW” in shimmering gold. A computer generated map of the Great Lakes, showing all from above, then zooming in quickly and skimming the water of Lake Michigan, before the camera goes beneath the surface, leaving the shot in darkness again.
Shots of NEMESIS and MINION in various positions of activity, in and out of the ring. The shots of NEMESIS are highlighted in blue, while those of Minion are shown in red. A final still-shot in black and white, of MINION standing in the ring with an evil sneer on his face, beside a separate picture of NEMESIS standing on a turnbuckle holding the “Wrath” sign over his head.
The shot fades to black once again, and the words “MINION VS. NEMESIS, RINGLORDS 1: MINNESOTA MAYHEM, Xcel Energy Center, ST. PAUL, MINNESTOTA” show up on the screen…
RICK WISEMAN V/O: I don't even think a Falls Count Anywhere in the Twin Cities stipulation can contain them!
NEMESIS V/O: Anywhere in the Twin Cities, eh? Hmmm…
“The Thin Line” ends as we…)
FADE TO BLACK.
CUT TO…
(An empty city street late at night. The street is lit up by three lamps dotting the sidewalk, casting a dull orange glow. The street is apparently not in the best part of town, as the buildings appear run-down and abandoned for the most part. The skyline is free of buildings, as only some tall hills reside in the far off distance, their presence foretold only by the vague contrast between earth and sky on the horizon.
There’s an old, sadly beat up Z28 parked on the side, a man resting up against the hood. The man sits back, resting his elbows on the rusted-red body, wearing a dark collared shirt and slacks. He sits as though he’s relaxing, gazing at the camera all the while…)
NEMESIS: This is my Babylon… a place I know where I can come and be alone, and yet still have the signs of civilization around me. This place has long been forgotten, almost your modern day ghost town. There’s only this one street, as a factory was supposed to be put up just passed those buildings (indicates the buildings down the street behind him). Eventually, there’d be a Wal-Mart and a road to the interstate, but right now and forever it’s just this street. Some preserve for some endangered species, this little town didn’t survive much longer after that…
Anyhow…
I go to Minnesota in a few days… St. Paul to be exact. There, it is expected of me to take on the beast known only as Minion throughout the entire town. Now, I don’t know how the GLCW got the town officials of St. Paul and Minneapolis to grant their permission. Permission to let two men with NO love loss to go rampant on their city. Perhaps they’re doing it for publicity? Maybe Malec didn’t get the “OK,” he just assumes he’ll be able to front the costs for any damage which might occur. Funny… I don’t feel that way.
(NEMESIS picks himself up off the hood, and stands, resting his butt on the hood as he takes in the scene a bit more. He sighs, and looks back at the camera.)
NEMESIS: Minion, Minion… you’ve been after me for so long. Feels like it’s been months. We had a match in Milwaukee… your debut in the GLCW. You didn’t like how I was putting up a fight, and so you dodged the match. It only makes me wonder now, why postpone the inevitable? Why delay a match that you could have had a month ago? But no… you saw the Fates were not on your side that night, and so you turned your back on the truth. The simple truth that I wasn’t the simple sacrifice you expected. Well, like I told you before, I’m not one for fulfilling expectations, and I’m not one to go quietly.
It didn’t end in Milwaukee, and I’m not sure why. We brawled to the back, only to get separated by security, a scene that now gives me bouts of déjà vu since it’s been repeated so often. You tried for a post-match beat down in Flint, after I beat two men straight in a six-man Gauntlet. Again, not much happened, and you were left itching for the chance to put me away… in your own way. Hell, if I was so sadistic in my quest for the taste of blood, I might share your same persistence. You won’t taste my blood Minion, not without spilling your own.
Then of course, there was the Indianapolis fiasco. I get the opportunity to face the former TV Champion in a prep for Poe, and you assault my opponent before the match. I pick up a useless win that I can’t ever respect or look back on, because it was a bigger disgrace for me than it was for the Jobber. I wanted a show, a stellar match that I KNEW the Jobber and myself could put on… and you denied me that. Denied the fans that. You couldn’t wait ‘till the match was over, like you had done so patiently the week before… no… you had to ruin what it is I CARE ABOUT most in a match…
Now, we’ve got the Twin Cities. ALL of the Twin Cities. Just you, me, and roughly 250 square miles of Urbania. Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase “Falls Count Anywhere.” I’m certainly looking forward to it… and for oh so many reasons. No rules… that’s good. Won’t have to worry you about trying anything dirty, because dirty is “OK” this time around. No security guards… that works fer me too. No bunch of brutes keeping us apart, just letting the tensions run while. No count outs… that’s really good. Nowhere for you to run, no way for you to tuck your tail between your legs and REFUSE to fight me. Run all you want in St. Paul… I’ll be right behind you, ready for a RUSH…
(NEMESIS mimics a boxing combo, akin to the one he uses in his own “Rush” maneuver. He then lifts himself up all the way from the car hood. He stands now, on his own, beside the car.)
The RUSH of Adrenaline
NEMESIS: You wanna know what I am looking forward to most? The opportunity to REALLY give the fans a match they can hold their breath for. One where “oohs” and “ahhhs” don’t do the spectacle justice. Minion, you and I will be putting on a spectacle, a spectacular match that WILL be remembered in the annals of GLCW history, in the history of professional wrestling itself. I can’t see a way we can’t put on a match like that. And what’s more, people who aren’t even fans will be able to bear witness to this incredible event. Children on the street, mothers going to the grocery store, old men on the public bus will have an opportunity to witness the fray, the carnage. For free, at the price of their own safety, they will gawk in awe as we pass by them. Pass by them in a fury of lawlessness, fearlessness, and an intensity that will leave the streets of St. Paul wet with our sweat, red from our blood, and HISTORIC for the soul that is exercised there. That’s what this is, a work out for the soul. A test of strength and skill, but more importantly of will and heart.
(NEMESIS begins to walk down the street, the camera leading close in front of him.)
NEMESIS: The rush of adrenaline is already building up from within. I can sense my mind preparing vast amounts of adrenal and endorphins, all to be ready for our match at Ringlords 1. Numero uno, Minion. Minnesota Mayhem. What you seemed to have wanted all along. Me and you, without the rules, guards, or Malec trying to up his buy-rate by not letting us get our hands on one another. He’s a smart man, that Malec… he knows what he’s doing. Finally, we get our chance to tear into each other the way you’ve always wanted to. The way you’ve said you longed for, since your very debut here… Here’s your chance Minion… do Tom Parker proud.
(NEMESIS continues to walk, taking into account the growing light on the horizon as day approaches. A street lamp flickers, and NEMESIS glances over at it as he continues.)
NEMESIS: We’ve got second billing… second billing to a WAR GAMES match… that’s incredible. You know what though… I have a challenge for you…
Let’s out-do the Main Event. What do the GLCW Tag Champions, the GLCW Heavyweight Champion, the GLCW TV Champion, the former GLCW Heavyweight Champion, the number one contender for the GLCW Heavyweight Championship and two men who are constantly in Heavyweight contention have that we don’t have? Besides… they’ve got two rings for eight men. We’ve got the ENTIRE city… ALL OF IT… rooftops and buses, churches and cemeteries, hospitals and streets. Streets like this… like our Babylons. Minion… take this challenge, grasp this opportunity. You will not disappoint me again… me or ANYONE who watches this match, fan or innocent… you don’t have a choice in that.
I sincerely look forward to your reply, and ever more so towards Ringlords. Talk to you soon, Minion… fer now, I’ll just be waiting.
(NEMESIS stops dead in his tracks and gives the camera a cold stare as the camera continues ahead of NEMESIS.)
FADE OUT.
FADE IN…
(CUE-UP: “The Thin Line” by Queensryche amid darkness. A black screen, and the letters “G,” “L,” “C,” and “W” flash in rapid succession, randomly, until they slow and just read “GLCW” in shimmering gold. A computer generated map of the Great Lakes, showing all from above, then zooming in quickly and skimming the water of Lake Michigan, before the camera goes beneath the surface, leaving the shot in darkness again.
Shots of NEMESIS and MINION in various positions of activity, in and out of the ring. The shots of NEMESIS are highlighted in blue, while those of Minion are shown in red. A final still-shot in black and white, of MINION standing in the ring with an evil sneer on his face, beside a separate picture of NEMESIS standing on a turnbuckle holding the “Wrath” sign over his head.
The shot fades to black once again, and the words “MINION VS. NEMESIS, RINGLORDS 1: MINNESOTA MAYHEM, Xcel Energy Center, ST. PAUL, MINNESTOTA” show up on the screen…
RICK WISEMAN V/O: I don't even think a Falls Count Anywhere in the Twin Cities stipulation can contain them!
NEMESIS V/O: Anywhere in the Twin Cities, eh? Hmmm…
“The Thin Line” ends as we…)
FADE TO BLACK.
CUT TO…
(An empty city street late at night. The street is lit up by three lamps dotting the sidewalk, casting a dull orange glow. The street is apparently not in the best part of town, as the buildings appear run-down and abandoned for the most part. The skyline is free of buildings, as only some tall hills reside in the far off distance, their presence foretold only by the vague contrast between earth and sky on the horizon.
There’s an old, sadly beat up Z28 parked on the side, a man resting up against the hood. The man sits back, resting his elbows on the rusted-red body, wearing a dark collared shirt and slacks. He sits as though he’s relaxing, gazing at the camera all the while…)
NEMESIS: This is my Babylon… a place I know where I can come and be alone, and yet still have the signs of civilization around me. This place has long been forgotten, almost your modern day ghost town. There’s only this one street, as a factory was supposed to be put up just passed those buildings (indicates the buildings down the street behind him). Eventually, there’d be a Wal-Mart and a road to the interstate, but right now and forever it’s just this street. Some preserve for some endangered species, this little town didn’t survive much longer after that…
Anyhow…
I go to Minnesota in a few days… St. Paul to be exact. There, it is expected of me to take on the beast known only as Minion throughout the entire town. Now, I don’t know how the GLCW got the town officials of St. Paul and Minneapolis to grant their permission. Permission to let two men with NO love loss to go rampant on their city. Perhaps they’re doing it for publicity? Maybe Malec didn’t get the “OK,” he just assumes he’ll be able to front the costs for any damage which might occur. Funny… I don’t feel that way.
(NEMESIS picks himself up off the hood, and stands, resting his butt on the hood as he takes in the scene a bit more. He sighs, and looks back at the camera.)
NEMESIS: Minion, Minion… you’ve been after me for so long. Feels like it’s been months. We had a match in Milwaukee… your debut in the GLCW. You didn’t like how I was putting up a fight, and so you dodged the match. It only makes me wonder now, why postpone the inevitable? Why delay a match that you could have had a month ago? But no… you saw the Fates were not on your side that night, and so you turned your back on the truth. The simple truth that I wasn’t the simple sacrifice you expected. Well, like I told you before, I’m not one for fulfilling expectations, and I’m not one to go quietly.
It didn’t end in Milwaukee, and I’m not sure why. We brawled to the back, only to get separated by security, a scene that now gives me bouts of déjà vu since it’s been repeated so often. You tried for a post-match beat down in Flint, after I beat two men straight in a six-man Gauntlet. Again, not much happened, and you were left itching for the chance to put me away… in your own way. Hell, if I was so sadistic in my quest for the taste of blood, I might share your same persistence. You won’t taste my blood Minion, not without spilling your own.
Then of course, there was the Indianapolis fiasco. I get the opportunity to face the former TV Champion in a prep for Poe, and you assault my opponent before the match. I pick up a useless win that I can’t ever respect or look back on, because it was a bigger disgrace for me than it was for the Jobber. I wanted a show, a stellar match that I KNEW the Jobber and myself could put on… and you denied me that. Denied the fans that. You couldn’t wait ‘till the match was over, like you had done so patiently the week before… no… you had to ruin what it is I CARE ABOUT most in a match…
Now, we’ve got the Twin Cities. ALL of the Twin Cities. Just you, me, and roughly 250 square miles of Urbania. Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase “Falls Count Anywhere.” I’m certainly looking forward to it… and for oh so many reasons. No rules… that’s good. Won’t have to worry you about trying anything dirty, because dirty is “OK” this time around. No security guards… that works fer me too. No bunch of brutes keeping us apart, just letting the tensions run while. No count outs… that’s really good. Nowhere for you to run, no way for you to tuck your tail between your legs and REFUSE to fight me. Run all you want in St. Paul… I’ll be right behind you, ready for a RUSH…
(NEMESIS mimics a boxing combo, akin to the one he uses in his own “Rush” maneuver. He then lifts himself up all the way from the car hood. He stands now, on his own, beside the car.)
The RUSH of Adrenaline
NEMESIS: You wanna know what I am looking forward to most? The opportunity to REALLY give the fans a match they can hold their breath for. One where “oohs” and “ahhhs” don’t do the spectacle justice. Minion, you and I will be putting on a spectacle, a spectacular match that WILL be remembered in the annals of GLCW history, in the history of professional wrestling itself. I can’t see a way we can’t put on a match like that. And what’s more, people who aren’t even fans will be able to bear witness to this incredible event. Children on the street, mothers going to the grocery store, old men on the public bus will have an opportunity to witness the fray, the carnage. For free, at the price of their own safety, they will gawk in awe as we pass by them. Pass by them in a fury of lawlessness, fearlessness, and an intensity that will leave the streets of St. Paul wet with our sweat, red from our blood, and HISTORIC for the soul that is exercised there. That’s what this is, a work out for the soul. A test of strength and skill, but more importantly of will and heart.
(NEMESIS begins to walk down the street, the camera leading close in front of him.)
NEMESIS: The rush of adrenaline is already building up from within. I can sense my mind preparing vast amounts of adrenal and endorphins, all to be ready for our match at Ringlords 1. Numero uno, Minion. Minnesota Mayhem. What you seemed to have wanted all along. Me and you, without the rules, guards, or Malec trying to up his buy-rate by not letting us get our hands on one another. He’s a smart man, that Malec… he knows what he’s doing. Finally, we get our chance to tear into each other the way you’ve always wanted to. The way you’ve said you longed for, since your very debut here… Here’s your chance Minion… do Tom Parker proud.
(NEMESIS continues to walk, taking into account the growing light on the horizon as day approaches. A street lamp flickers, and NEMESIS glances over at it as he continues.)
NEMESIS: We’ve got second billing… second billing to a WAR GAMES match… that’s incredible. You know what though… I have a challenge for you…
Let’s out-do the Main Event. What do the GLCW Tag Champions, the GLCW Heavyweight Champion, the GLCW TV Champion, the former GLCW Heavyweight Champion, the number one contender for the GLCW Heavyweight Championship and two men who are constantly in Heavyweight contention have that we don’t have? Besides… they’ve got two rings for eight men. We’ve got the ENTIRE city… ALL OF IT… rooftops and buses, churches and cemeteries, hospitals and streets. Streets like this… like our Babylons. Minion… take this challenge, grasp this opportunity. You will not disappoint me again… me or ANYONE who watches this match, fan or innocent… you don’t have a choice in that.
I sincerely look forward to your reply, and ever more so towards Ringlords. Talk to you soon, Minion… fer now, I’ll just be waiting.
(NEMESIS stops dead in his tracks and gives the camera a cold stare as the camera continues ahead of NEMESIS.)
FADE OUT.
DavidMc
League Member
All alone in a world filled with lovers
(Screen fades in as we are in Minions apartment. Nothing has really changed since the last time we were here. It is a very simple New York style apartment, and very small den area with a very small kitchen, and in the corner is the door the leads to the bedroom. As the camera pans around Minion enters from out of the frame. Minion looks at the camera and quickly walks by it and grabs some smokes off the table near the kitchen and then grabs his coat. The camera has a hard time fixing on him as his movements are very quick and very spontaneous. The camera finally locks onto Minion as he walks out of the apartment and down the hall. The camera pans around ad we can finally see the complex in which Minion lives in. The walls are very dirty and have stains running up and down them. The carpet outside the rooms are very darkly stained with something which is perhaps better off we didn’t know. The cameraman quickly catches up to Minion who is walking down the stairs. As we go down the stairs various people look at the camera with starved eyes and depression. Some people you can see their arms thin and filled with marks. The camera passes a couple holding each other passionately they pay no attention to Minion or the cameraman as they pass them. We finally get to the final flight of stairs and we can see that it is raining outside. Minion throws on his coat and lights up a cigarette before going out into the rain. The cameraman unwillingly follows. The Minion has not gone too far and props himself up against the building and blows a puff of smoke into the camera. Without even turning he begins.)
Minion: Funny how it is always raining in Babylon isn’t it. Seems every time you all come down here to interview me we experience bad weather. Babylon my Babylon is the place I go when I need to wash away my sins and that is certainly something I need to do now. You see I have been having impure thoughts since debuting in the GLCW. These thoughts haunt my dreams. They are voices telling to kill, destroy, and cripple a certain wrestler that is giving me trouble. They say not to care for him, don’t care for his future or his family. I never expected to have this much trouble with one wrestler in the GLCW especially not my first match out of the gates, but I guess this wrestler wants to make a name for himself. Nemesis that is what you want isn’t it. You are a thorn in my side Nemesis and we all know thorns should be plucked from ones body and that is exactly what I am going to do to you come Ringlords
(Minion flicks his cigarette out into the rain and it vanishes into the darkness. Minion pulls out another and lights up. He takes a couple of drags and then begins again.)
Minion: See before Nemesis we were in your land. We fought the regular match we did the regular thing and you should of given up. You should have lain down. You have no respect for the legends of the sport. You should of know your place on the pecking order and let me win but did you do that no. You fought back and made us both lose the match. What kind of idiot makes both people lose the match…obviously you. Now here we are again facing off for the second time and in a match were very few if any men have ever escaped my wrath. Do you really think your chances are good at Mayhem? I think you need to look at my past record when it comes to vicious matches in the world. You are not really dealing with Mr. Sanity here Nemesis. I think it has been demonstrated time and time again that I am missing a couple of screws in the head. Now the people of the GLCW are going to let me run lose around Minnesota against a man I have grown to utterly hate in the last couple of weeks. Do you still think your chances are that good now Nemesis. Every night when I fall asleep I hear voices. They tell me to do nasty things to you and you know what Nemesis I like it. I hate this whole let me wash away your sins bullshit that most people who live in Babylon adore. I love my sins my sins make me who I am and they make me dangerous. My sins breed hate in my. My sins breed discontent and violence and I need a release. I need to release this anger soon or I will snap. Nemesis I want your blood. I want to feel your body snap under the pressure of my arms. I want to make my victory as slow as possible. I want to take you around from place to place ramming you time and time again in the most painful ways imaginable into the most painful objects. I want your head to erupt with the spewing blood of your scalp. I want your arms to ripped open and blood pour down them. I will take my head and taste your blood only enraging me more and making me that more vicious and wanting to end your career. See Nemesis I don’t care about pride…I don’t care about honor…I just want to win. When I mean win I don’t mean just pinning you or making you submit. I want to make you cry out in pain. I want you to pass out over and over again. I want to end your career.
(Minion stops smoking a minute and looks up to the sky and then looks at the camera and smiles and then starts smoking again and begins to talk again.)
Minion: See Nemesis you ruined my debut. You ruined my moment in the sun and I can never have that again. I wanted it to be special, I want to leave my mark on the GLCW in my first match and you had to go and ruin that for me. You are an inconsiderate person you should of thought of all this before you wrestled me. You just should have lain down. But now here we are because of your stupidity you will have your career ended by me. I will feel no pity for you as you are lying in your hospital bed sipping meat threw a straw. I will have no pity for you as you watch me every time I am on television while you are sitting in your wheel chair; no I will not feel guilty because it is you who ended your career by not letting me win. You will only have yourself to blame. Fear me Nemesis because you should. I am a dangerous man and now you have put me in an environment where I can thrive. The amounts of ways I can rip your body a part amaze me. The number of inventive ways that I can end your career astounds me and sometimes I even scare myself. You have opened Pandora’s Box and as hard as you try to close it you can’t. I am a virus Nemesis you cannot defeat me you can only hope that you will find the cure, but no one has really ever found the cure. Sure some have gotten the better of me but have those people walked away the same way as they walked in. I am the terminal disease and I will infect you and destroy you because that is what I do. It is time for you to fall from grace. All the talk and all the ways you are trying to tell yourself that I am just a gimmick will not work. I am the real deal. I am what you see before you. I am a legend and a god among men and you will find this out first hand come Ringlords.
(FADE TO BLACK)
}>
(Screen fades in as we are in Minions apartment. Nothing has really changed since the last time we were here. It is a very simple New York style apartment, and very small den area with a very small kitchen, and in the corner is the door the leads to the bedroom. As the camera pans around Minion enters from out of the frame. Minion looks at the camera and quickly walks by it and grabs some smokes off the table near the kitchen and then grabs his coat. The camera has a hard time fixing on him as his movements are very quick and very spontaneous. The camera finally locks onto Minion as he walks out of the apartment and down the hall. The camera pans around ad we can finally see the complex in which Minion lives in. The walls are very dirty and have stains running up and down them. The carpet outside the rooms are very darkly stained with something which is perhaps better off we didn’t know. The cameraman quickly catches up to Minion who is walking down the stairs. As we go down the stairs various people look at the camera with starved eyes and depression. Some people you can see their arms thin and filled with marks. The camera passes a couple holding each other passionately they pay no attention to Minion or the cameraman as they pass them. We finally get to the final flight of stairs and we can see that it is raining outside. Minion throws on his coat and lights up a cigarette before going out into the rain. The cameraman unwillingly follows. The Minion has not gone too far and props himself up against the building and blows a puff of smoke into the camera. Without even turning he begins.)
Minion: Funny how it is always raining in Babylon isn’t it. Seems every time you all come down here to interview me we experience bad weather. Babylon my Babylon is the place I go when I need to wash away my sins and that is certainly something I need to do now. You see I have been having impure thoughts since debuting in the GLCW. These thoughts haunt my dreams. They are voices telling to kill, destroy, and cripple a certain wrestler that is giving me trouble. They say not to care for him, don’t care for his future or his family. I never expected to have this much trouble with one wrestler in the GLCW especially not my first match out of the gates, but I guess this wrestler wants to make a name for himself. Nemesis that is what you want isn’t it. You are a thorn in my side Nemesis and we all know thorns should be plucked from ones body and that is exactly what I am going to do to you come Ringlords
(Minion flicks his cigarette out into the rain and it vanishes into the darkness. Minion pulls out another and lights up. He takes a couple of drags and then begins again.)
Minion: See before Nemesis we were in your land. We fought the regular match we did the regular thing and you should of given up. You should have lain down. You have no respect for the legends of the sport. You should of know your place on the pecking order and let me win but did you do that no. You fought back and made us both lose the match. What kind of idiot makes both people lose the match…obviously you. Now here we are again facing off for the second time and in a match were very few if any men have ever escaped my wrath. Do you really think your chances are good at Mayhem? I think you need to look at my past record when it comes to vicious matches in the world. You are not really dealing with Mr. Sanity here Nemesis. I think it has been demonstrated time and time again that I am missing a couple of screws in the head. Now the people of the GLCW are going to let me run lose around Minnesota against a man I have grown to utterly hate in the last couple of weeks. Do you still think your chances are that good now Nemesis. Every night when I fall asleep I hear voices. They tell me to do nasty things to you and you know what Nemesis I like it. I hate this whole let me wash away your sins bullshit that most people who live in Babylon adore. I love my sins my sins make me who I am and they make me dangerous. My sins breed hate in my. My sins breed discontent and violence and I need a release. I need to release this anger soon or I will snap. Nemesis I want your blood. I want to feel your body snap under the pressure of my arms. I want to make my victory as slow as possible. I want to take you around from place to place ramming you time and time again in the most painful ways imaginable into the most painful objects. I want your head to erupt with the spewing blood of your scalp. I want your arms to ripped open and blood pour down them. I will take my head and taste your blood only enraging me more and making me that more vicious and wanting to end your career. See Nemesis I don’t care about pride…I don’t care about honor…I just want to win. When I mean win I don’t mean just pinning you or making you submit. I want to make you cry out in pain. I want you to pass out over and over again. I want to end your career.
(Minion stops smoking a minute and looks up to the sky and then looks at the camera and smiles and then starts smoking again and begins to talk again.)
Minion: See Nemesis you ruined my debut. You ruined my moment in the sun and I can never have that again. I wanted it to be special, I want to leave my mark on the GLCW in my first match and you had to go and ruin that for me. You are an inconsiderate person you should of thought of all this before you wrestled me. You just should have lain down. But now here we are because of your stupidity you will have your career ended by me. I will feel no pity for you as you are lying in your hospital bed sipping meat threw a straw. I will have no pity for you as you watch me every time I am on television while you are sitting in your wheel chair; no I will not feel guilty because it is you who ended your career by not letting me win. You will only have yourself to blame. Fear me Nemesis because you should. I am a dangerous man and now you have put me in an environment where I can thrive. The amounts of ways I can rip your body a part amaze me. The number of inventive ways that I can end your career astounds me and sometimes I even scare myself. You have opened Pandora’s Box and as hard as you try to close it you can’t. I am a virus Nemesis you cannot defeat me you can only hope that you will find the cure, but no one has really ever found the cure. Sure some have gotten the better of me but have those people walked away the same way as they walked in. I am the terminal disease and I will infect you and destroy you because that is what I do. It is time for you to fall from grace. All the talk and all the ways you are trying to tell yourself that I am just a gimmick will not work. I am the real deal. I am what you see before you. I am a legend and a god among men and you will find this out first hand come Ringlords.
(FADE TO BLACK)
}>
PhantomZ
League Member
- Joined
- Jan 1, 2000
- Messages
- 49
- Points
- 0
Not alone, with SIMPLE TRUTHS
FADE IN…
(The Wired Studio, presumably just before the show goes on the air. The monitors in the background bear the GLCW logo, and TONY ROSS sits behind the desk. NEMESIS too, sits behind the desk, talking to Tony in casual conversation. The interview begins as the audio cuts in.)
TONY ROSS: What do you say we get this started?
NEMESIS: Sure thing, Tony. Let’s do it.
T.R.: Excellent (shuffling through some papers). At your last meeting with Minion, many weeks ago, Minion seemingly wanted you to lose the match.
NEMESIS: Minion was debuting in that match, and had made it clear that he was looking to paint the canvas with my blood. Only trouble was, I wasn’t the sacrificial lamb he’d hoped for.
T.R.: That match ended with Minion refusing to enter the ring…
NEMESIS: And so I dove out after him, ending the match in a double count out. It happens. I wasn’t gonna get some tainted DQ win because Minion wasn’t man enough to face me in the ring. He wanted to brawl, and I was frustrated enough to buy into it. I accept that. He wants me to lie down for him because he’s some sort of “legend”? Now, Minion is a widely popular and known competitor in this sport… but I don’t think he’s done much of anything to warrant “legend” status. No offense, and not saying that I have by any means. When I think of legend… well… I don’t think of Minion.
T.R.: Minion also made some mention of voices in his head, telling him to do “nasty” things to you, telling him to “not care” about you…
NEMESIS: Like he cared about me in the first match? Please. The guy spent the weeks up until that match preaching on how he was going to break every bone in my body, how he was gonna end my career. The same song and dance as he’s yammering about now. Minion, were caring about me when you jumped me after the match with Jobber? Were you caring about me when you tried to crush me with that soda machine? Was that not a “nasty” thing to do? Everyone knows you’re crazed Minion, everyone has known that since Tom Parker, and probably before then. You’ve got problems, and yeah, you’re probably pretty messed up in the head. Messed up thinking that since you couldn’t beat me way back when, you can stomp all over me in St. Paul. News flash Minion, insanity doesn’t make you a better wrestler. It doesn’t make you stronger. And it certainly doesn’t make you any smarter. So yeah, I’m going to keep refusing your “advice,” and you can bet your ass I’m gonna give you trouble, come Ringlords. It’s my job Minion, and I do it pretty well.
T.R.: Nemesis, Minion says the reason he refused to wrestle you before was because it was in a standard, in-ring match. Minion says that type of match is one catered to you, and that this Falls Count Anywhere match is catered to him…
NEMESIS: Minion says a lotta things. He says his had devastating matches, but what does he have to show for it? A scar here and there? I am the last holder of the FWF Extreme Ring… a title which doesn’t really cater to your “standard in-ring match.” I am the 2001 IWF King of the Death Matches. Now, perhaps those events occurred sometime in the past, but I have never been uncomfortable outside of the ring. I can wrestle between the ropes, and I can fight just as well beyond them. You don’t want me in the ring? Great. Why do you think I went after you on the outside last time? Because I was scared of you, in all of your insanity, without a ref and a rulebook to save me? Please Minion. I didn’t lose that match for both of us… you were too much of a coward to face me, plain and simple. You think things have changed now that there’s no ref? No ring? No Minion… those aren’t the important differences. The difference in this match is that you have NOWHERE to run to this time.
T.R.: Minion has also said that he has no pity for you when it comes to your match at Ringlords. He plans on letting his insanity run wild on you, and doesn’t plan on showing you any mercy.
NEMESIS: Good Minion. Real good. You expect me to fear you? No no no, Minion. I pity you. Thinking I would just lie down (scoffs), right. You gonna crush me, Minion? You know one hundred different ways to end my career, right? So hollow, Minion. Why didn’t you try these methods out last time? Or do all of them involve throwing me into traffic? I really do pity you… in fact, I’m gonna try to get Malec to make you get a psychological evaluation before the match. I wouldn’t want to brawl with anyone who is delusional, perhaps mildly retarded. I’m just not the type of guy to pick on kids on the short bus. I mean no offense to anyone who may have ridden a short bus in there time, but to be honest, they’re not cut out to be wrestlers. I certainly wouldn’t take advantage of anyone with delusions of grandeur when in reality, they’re just a disturbed little boy on the inside. No no no Minion… you better have a clear bill of health before Ringlords… physical and mental. You’re gonna need it.
T.R.: Now Nemesis… what is it you plan to do at Ringlords?
NEMESIS: Well… hmmm. I plan on beating Minion. How I plan to do that, well… I’ve got a few ideas, but I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise. Perhaps I’ll shed some light on that somewhere down the line, right before Ringlords. But right now, I’m keeping the lips shut on that. Minion, all you need to know is this… and this is the simple truth. You better realize that you can’t just recite the same charade over and over again if you expect to get somewhere in life. Whether it’s in monotonous promos, or if it’s in a match. Because if I get the same kinda déjà vu from this match as I’ve been getting from your promos… I better start working more on my cardio. I don’t want to be chasing you all around the Twin Cities, Minion. I want to wrestle you, fight you, beat you, and prove you wrong. This is the truth, Minion… and it is that SIMPLE.
T.R.: Anything else you’d like to say?
NEMESIS: Yeah, to all of you out there who get a chance to see this, I strongly urge you to watch Ringlords 1: Minnesota Mayhem. The GLCW has got some incredible matches lined up, and of course… the Twin Cities, Falls Count ANYWHERE match between myself and Minion will be one helluva match to behold. I’m half-jealous of those who will get to see that match unfold from the safety of their own homes. But trust me, I will not disappoint, and I will make sure Minion and me put on something worth tuning in for. Thanks, Tony.
(NEMESIS gets up, shaking Tony’s hand, and walks off. Tony continues to sit as stagehands surround him, preparing for Wired to go on the air.)
FADE OUT.
FADE IN…
(The Wired Studio, presumably just before the show goes on the air. The monitors in the background bear the GLCW logo, and TONY ROSS sits behind the desk. NEMESIS too, sits behind the desk, talking to Tony in casual conversation. The interview begins as the audio cuts in.)
TONY ROSS: What do you say we get this started?
NEMESIS: Sure thing, Tony. Let’s do it.
T.R.: Excellent (shuffling through some papers). At your last meeting with Minion, many weeks ago, Minion seemingly wanted you to lose the match.
NEMESIS: Minion was debuting in that match, and had made it clear that he was looking to paint the canvas with my blood. Only trouble was, I wasn’t the sacrificial lamb he’d hoped for.
T.R.: That match ended with Minion refusing to enter the ring…
NEMESIS: And so I dove out after him, ending the match in a double count out. It happens. I wasn’t gonna get some tainted DQ win because Minion wasn’t man enough to face me in the ring. He wanted to brawl, and I was frustrated enough to buy into it. I accept that. He wants me to lie down for him because he’s some sort of “legend”? Now, Minion is a widely popular and known competitor in this sport… but I don’t think he’s done much of anything to warrant “legend” status. No offense, and not saying that I have by any means. When I think of legend… well… I don’t think of Minion.
T.R.: Minion also made some mention of voices in his head, telling him to do “nasty” things to you, telling him to “not care” about you…
NEMESIS: Like he cared about me in the first match? Please. The guy spent the weeks up until that match preaching on how he was going to break every bone in my body, how he was gonna end my career. The same song and dance as he’s yammering about now. Minion, were caring about me when you jumped me after the match with Jobber? Were you caring about me when you tried to crush me with that soda machine? Was that not a “nasty” thing to do? Everyone knows you’re crazed Minion, everyone has known that since Tom Parker, and probably before then. You’ve got problems, and yeah, you’re probably pretty messed up in the head. Messed up thinking that since you couldn’t beat me way back when, you can stomp all over me in St. Paul. News flash Minion, insanity doesn’t make you a better wrestler. It doesn’t make you stronger. And it certainly doesn’t make you any smarter. So yeah, I’m going to keep refusing your “advice,” and you can bet your ass I’m gonna give you trouble, come Ringlords. It’s my job Minion, and I do it pretty well.
T.R.: Nemesis, Minion says the reason he refused to wrestle you before was because it was in a standard, in-ring match. Minion says that type of match is one catered to you, and that this Falls Count Anywhere match is catered to him…
NEMESIS: Minion says a lotta things. He says his had devastating matches, but what does he have to show for it? A scar here and there? I am the last holder of the FWF Extreme Ring… a title which doesn’t really cater to your “standard in-ring match.” I am the 2001 IWF King of the Death Matches. Now, perhaps those events occurred sometime in the past, but I have never been uncomfortable outside of the ring. I can wrestle between the ropes, and I can fight just as well beyond them. You don’t want me in the ring? Great. Why do you think I went after you on the outside last time? Because I was scared of you, in all of your insanity, without a ref and a rulebook to save me? Please Minion. I didn’t lose that match for both of us… you were too much of a coward to face me, plain and simple. You think things have changed now that there’s no ref? No ring? No Minion… those aren’t the important differences. The difference in this match is that you have NOWHERE to run to this time.
T.R.: Minion has also said that he has no pity for you when it comes to your match at Ringlords. He plans on letting his insanity run wild on you, and doesn’t plan on showing you any mercy.
NEMESIS: Good Minion. Real good. You expect me to fear you? No no no, Minion. I pity you. Thinking I would just lie down (scoffs), right. You gonna crush me, Minion? You know one hundred different ways to end my career, right? So hollow, Minion. Why didn’t you try these methods out last time? Or do all of them involve throwing me into traffic? I really do pity you… in fact, I’m gonna try to get Malec to make you get a psychological evaluation before the match. I wouldn’t want to brawl with anyone who is delusional, perhaps mildly retarded. I’m just not the type of guy to pick on kids on the short bus. I mean no offense to anyone who may have ridden a short bus in there time, but to be honest, they’re not cut out to be wrestlers. I certainly wouldn’t take advantage of anyone with delusions of grandeur when in reality, they’re just a disturbed little boy on the inside. No no no Minion… you better have a clear bill of health before Ringlords… physical and mental. You’re gonna need it.
T.R.: Now Nemesis… what is it you plan to do at Ringlords?
NEMESIS: Well… hmmm. I plan on beating Minion. How I plan to do that, well… I’ve got a few ideas, but I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise. Perhaps I’ll shed some light on that somewhere down the line, right before Ringlords. But right now, I’m keeping the lips shut on that. Minion, all you need to know is this… and this is the simple truth. You better realize that you can’t just recite the same charade over and over again if you expect to get somewhere in life. Whether it’s in monotonous promos, or if it’s in a match. Because if I get the same kinda déjà vu from this match as I’ve been getting from your promos… I better start working more on my cardio. I don’t want to be chasing you all around the Twin Cities, Minion. I want to wrestle you, fight you, beat you, and prove you wrong. This is the truth, Minion… and it is that SIMPLE.
T.R.: Anything else you’d like to say?
NEMESIS: Yeah, to all of you out there who get a chance to see this, I strongly urge you to watch Ringlords 1: Minnesota Mayhem. The GLCW has got some incredible matches lined up, and of course… the Twin Cities, Falls Count ANYWHERE match between myself and Minion will be one helluva match to behold. I’m half-jealous of those who will get to see that match unfold from the safety of their own homes. But trust me, I will not disappoint, and I will make sure Minion and me put on something worth tuning in for. Thanks, Tony.
(NEMESIS gets up, shaking Tony’s hand, and walks off. Tony continues to sit as stagehands surround him, preparing for Wired to go on the air.)
FADE OUT.
PhantomZ
League Member
- Joined
- Jan 1, 2000
- Messages
- 49
- Points
- 0
Face the WRATH
FADE IN…
(LADY V sits down with NEMESIS for an interview. They sit on opposite ends of a high, round table, probably at some sort of coffee shop-type place. NEMESIS is clad in a gray collared shirt, dark slacks rolled up just below the knee, and sandals. V is dressed in an elegant, yet formal, summer ensemble. LADY V looks embarrassed as the audio cuts in.)
NEMESIS: …and I doubt Steven James minds spending so much time with you.
LADY V: Be quiet, Nem. (smiles) I’m only doing my job.
NEMESIS: Speaking of which, let’s get to it, shall we?
LADY V: Hot date?
NEMESIS: No… well, yes. I have a bit of a tour to take later on.
LADY V: A tour?
NEMESIS: Yeah… but please, don’t feel rushed. We’ve got plenty of time for this.
LADY V: (shrugging vocally) Well, all right. Ringlords 1: Minnesota Mayhem, Minion versus Nemesis, Falls Count Anywhere in the Twin Cities.
NEMESIS: That’s what they tell me…
LADY V: Have you ever wrestled in a Falls Count Anywhere match-up?
NEMESIS: Specifically, no. I’ve participated in many hardcore matches, where the falls did in fact count anywhere. However, it was only on rare occurrence that the brawl would make it to the streets, or even just outside the arena. Turns out there are a lot of ways to hurt a guy in the ring, and even more ways throughout the arena alone. I’m interested to see how a match unleashed on an entire city turns out.
LADY V: Two cities, in fact.
NEMESIS: Heheheh… indeed. What kind of footnote on the 11 o’clock news is that gonna be? (mocks an anchorman) “And in other news, two men from the GLCW wrestling federation fought throughout the Twin Cities metropolitan area today…” I mean honestly. Has there ever been a match where the “Falls Count Anywhere” tag has been placed with such broad magnitude?
LADY V: I wouldn’t imagine…
NEMESIS: …and neither would I. I’ve been in this business for some time now. By no means am I sound and rid of my lil bits of green, rid of my “wetness” behind the ears. But I like to think I’ve seen a big portion of “it all.” Ya know?
LADY V: I know what you’re saying, yes. But aren’t you intimidated by the fact that you’re participating in what may very well be the inaugural performance of a Falls Count Anywhere match of this vastness? Aren’t you concerned that no one knows what to expect from this match, aside from the fact that the GLCW is putting the career of two of its best athletes on the line?
NEMESIS: Of course I’m concerned. I’m not gonna lie. Anything could happen at Ringlords 1. I could walk out bleeding, bones broken, brain-dead… it’s all possible. In the ring, you can keep your presence of mind, and sense where you are in relation to the ropes, the turnbuckles, and your opponent. Out there (motions outside), there’s no way for you to know where you’re gonna land, where your opponent is going to be, or where the safest path between those two is.
LADY V: I hadn’t really thought about that. Everyone is so concerned that one of you is going to get hit by a bus, or something like that.
NEMESIS: Getting crushed by a vehicle of mass transit is certainly not something I am used to worrying about in a wrestling match. Just the same, I’m gonna go out there and do what I have to to get the match done, and won. Minion’s made my professional career turn personal. Involving himself in my pre-match, match, and post-matches. He wants me in a setting without four walls of rope… it’s only my pleasure to oblige.
LADY V: What do you expect from the meeting between yourself, and Minion?
NEMESIS: To be honest, what can I expect? I suppose just a lot of grueling, gutterly scream-inducing violence. Not the reason I joined the business, but it is definitely one of the reasons I’ve stayed around. A match like this can do wonders for a person. A nobody jobber one day… after a win… in any match like this… against a man the caliber of Minion… and that jobber goes from nothing to something. I’m no jobber, so a win here could only do good things. A win here, and the fans are gratified. They’ve been behind me for so long, and it’s about time I give them a reason to stay in my corner. A match like this… a match like this can do that. And more.
LADY V: The fans only have reasons to back you up, Nem. Don’t worry about that.
NEMESIS: I hafta, V. I have to, because it was me who turned my back on them. And now… now I’m making up for it. NOW I’m making sure they KNOW I’m sorry… KNOW my guilt… and KNOW that I’m worth taking back.
LADY V: You are Nemesis, you are worth it.
(LADY V sighs, looking over at NEMESIS while he is caught up in the moment, staring out blindly. LADY V re-directs NEMESIS back to the interview, and continues with a final question.)
LADY V: Ahem… and Nemesis… do you have anything else to say, to anyone?
NEMESIS: Yes I do. Krusher, Malec… thanks for this match. (looking at the camera) You… thank you for being there when I didn’t deserve it, and giving me the chance to show that now… I do. (still looking at the camera) And Minion… are you there? Are you ready? Ready to walk the path? Minion, I’m lying patient… and the Wrath AWAITS!
BLACK OUT.
FADE IN…
(LADY V sits down with NEMESIS for an interview. They sit on opposite ends of a high, round table, probably at some sort of coffee shop-type place. NEMESIS is clad in a gray collared shirt, dark slacks rolled up just below the knee, and sandals. V is dressed in an elegant, yet formal, summer ensemble. LADY V looks embarrassed as the audio cuts in.)
NEMESIS: …and I doubt Steven James minds spending so much time with you.
LADY V: Be quiet, Nem. (smiles) I’m only doing my job.
NEMESIS: Speaking of which, let’s get to it, shall we?
LADY V: Hot date?
NEMESIS: No… well, yes. I have a bit of a tour to take later on.
LADY V: A tour?
NEMESIS: Yeah… but please, don’t feel rushed. We’ve got plenty of time for this.
LADY V: (shrugging vocally) Well, all right. Ringlords 1: Minnesota Mayhem, Minion versus Nemesis, Falls Count Anywhere in the Twin Cities.
NEMESIS: That’s what they tell me…
LADY V: Have you ever wrestled in a Falls Count Anywhere match-up?
NEMESIS: Specifically, no. I’ve participated in many hardcore matches, where the falls did in fact count anywhere. However, it was only on rare occurrence that the brawl would make it to the streets, or even just outside the arena. Turns out there are a lot of ways to hurt a guy in the ring, and even more ways throughout the arena alone. I’m interested to see how a match unleashed on an entire city turns out.
LADY V: Two cities, in fact.
NEMESIS: Heheheh… indeed. What kind of footnote on the 11 o’clock news is that gonna be? (mocks an anchorman) “And in other news, two men from the GLCW wrestling federation fought throughout the Twin Cities metropolitan area today…” I mean honestly. Has there ever been a match where the “Falls Count Anywhere” tag has been placed with such broad magnitude?
LADY V: I wouldn’t imagine…
NEMESIS: …and neither would I. I’ve been in this business for some time now. By no means am I sound and rid of my lil bits of green, rid of my “wetness” behind the ears. But I like to think I’ve seen a big portion of “it all.” Ya know?
LADY V: I know what you’re saying, yes. But aren’t you intimidated by the fact that you’re participating in what may very well be the inaugural performance of a Falls Count Anywhere match of this vastness? Aren’t you concerned that no one knows what to expect from this match, aside from the fact that the GLCW is putting the career of two of its best athletes on the line?
NEMESIS: Of course I’m concerned. I’m not gonna lie. Anything could happen at Ringlords 1. I could walk out bleeding, bones broken, brain-dead… it’s all possible. In the ring, you can keep your presence of mind, and sense where you are in relation to the ropes, the turnbuckles, and your opponent. Out there (motions outside), there’s no way for you to know where you’re gonna land, where your opponent is going to be, or where the safest path between those two is.
LADY V: I hadn’t really thought about that. Everyone is so concerned that one of you is going to get hit by a bus, or something like that.
NEMESIS: Getting crushed by a vehicle of mass transit is certainly not something I am used to worrying about in a wrestling match. Just the same, I’m gonna go out there and do what I have to to get the match done, and won. Minion’s made my professional career turn personal. Involving himself in my pre-match, match, and post-matches. He wants me in a setting without four walls of rope… it’s only my pleasure to oblige.
LADY V: What do you expect from the meeting between yourself, and Minion?
NEMESIS: To be honest, what can I expect? I suppose just a lot of grueling, gutterly scream-inducing violence. Not the reason I joined the business, but it is definitely one of the reasons I’ve stayed around. A match like this can do wonders for a person. A nobody jobber one day… after a win… in any match like this… against a man the caliber of Minion… and that jobber goes from nothing to something. I’m no jobber, so a win here could only do good things. A win here, and the fans are gratified. They’ve been behind me for so long, and it’s about time I give them a reason to stay in my corner. A match like this… a match like this can do that. And more.
LADY V: The fans only have reasons to back you up, Nem. Don’t worry about that.
NEMESIS: I hafta, V. I have to, because it was me who turned my back on them. And now… now I’m making up for it. NOW I’m making sure they KNOW I’m sorry… KNOW my guilt… and KNOW that I’m worth taking back.
LADY V: You are Nemesis, you are worth it.
(LADY V sighs, looking over at NEMESIS while he is caught up in the moment, staring out blindly. LADY V re-directs NEMESIS back to the interview, and continues with a final question.)
LADY V: Ahem… and Nemesis… do you have anything else to say, to anyone?
NEMESIS: Yes I do. Krusher, Malec… thanks for this match. (looking at the camera) You… thank you for being there when I didn’t deserve it, and giving me the chance to show that now… I do. (still looking at the camera) And Minion… are you there? Are you ready? Ready to walk the path? Minion, I’m lying patient… and the Wrath AWAITS!
BLACK OUT.