Vox Hiberionacum: Royal Rumble

[PaulNJ21]

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Mar-23-03 AT 08:44 PM (EST)]Everyone who is not in the World Title match can be a part of this match, the winner gets a World Title match on the next show, the second runner up gets a match for the North American Title

The card will start on March 24 at noon, you have two weekends to RP, take advantage of it...

Good luck to everyone

Paul

 

[Methos17]

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Mar-16-03 AT 09:42 AM (EST)](The scene fades in to what appears to be a study. It is filled from floor to ceiling with books and tapes, and in the rearmost section of the study is a mahogany desk with a flatpanel tv mounted on the wall behind it, and a man wearing a black and red jumpsuit seated, watching the WFW three way title shot match. That man is Richard "The System" Gideon. As the camera moves closer a door behind it creaks, causing Gideon to pause the tape, turn and smile..)

Gideon - Ah Tim, I see you made it in okay. Would you like a peppermint?

(The camera shakes from left to right)

Gideon - Very well then. I guess you're here because you want my thoughts on the Royal Rumble for the shot at the title, as well as fabulous cash and prizes.

(The camera nods)

Gideon - Thought so. But, before I touch that subject, let's discuss Kazuo Shizaki and his amazing managerial talent. Shizaki, I had you dead to rights. But I made a mistake. There was an error in the system. I accounted for Jeriko interfering, but I didn't count on him and that briefcase giving me a world class headache. The plan was flawless...I didn't see it coming. Call it a rookie mistake, call it bad timing, bottom line, you won and I lost. Live and learn right?

(Camera shrugs)

Gideon - It's okay Mike, it was a rhetorical one. Anyway, Shizaki it seems you're in the same boat I'm in now. In that ring with the likes of Rat Fink, Beau Michaels, Psycho, Johnny Star, Aitsu Sugawara, Matt Manning, Andre Eian, Mike McGee, Bobby Lee and myself.
And how did you get into that situation? Let's take a look...

(Gideon turns the video on again, fast forwarding to when he nails Shizaki in the knee with the briefcase. He then pauses as Shizaki is in the air about to land on the same knee again)

Gideon - Seems like you had some knee trouble again. Sucks don't it? Well, I must admit when you beat me I was looking for a little revenge. However, this I didn't expect. To re-injure that knee with the briefcase was a Systematic decision, but I didn't see you being tossed over the top to the floor onto that knee, that was just delicious! And just think back to our match Shizaki...it didn't come down to me missing a move, it came down to your manager knocking me senseless. That wheel of yours is barely on the axle, and I'm gonna look to tear it off in that battle royale.

(Gideon looks over at the screen, watching the scene of Shizaki landing on his knee and then his neck repeatedly...when a hand slides from underneath the camera to tap him on the shoulder)

Gideon - Did I forget something Mike?

(The camera nods, and a sheet of paper is handed to Gideon)

Gideon - Right, my opponents in the Vox Hiber Royal Rumble. Hmm, let's see we have Mr. Middle Management...I respect that guy, he's got middle management written all over him!

(Gideon guffaws at his own joke, but the camera just shakes left to right)

Gideon - Not funny huh? Everybody's a critic...Office Space man! Office Space! Well, Mr. McGee I like your work. Not only because you can take away my dental option, but because gosh darnit the man isn't saying anything that's not true. Well except the part about all wrestlers not going to an accredited university, not only did I go, but I got two degrees! Poli Sci and...Waitforit, Psychology!

(Gideon guffaws again, but Mike the Cameraman just shakes the camera no again)

Gideon - Aw come on! Tough crowd tonight...(whispers...)but I really did too...

(Gideon picks up a piece of paper that he was referring to, and crosses off McGee's name)

Gideon - Let's see that leaves a ton of people that I really don't care about...so for the sake of time, let's do a ESPN-style rundown:

Rat Fink, Michaels, Manning, Eian - A reject from the ninja turtle, a guy with gender role issues, a weirdo and some dude who's seen too many thirties shows? I'll pass on that punch. Over the top they shall go!

Sugawara, Psycho, McGee, Lee, Shizaki - Listen up little lady and listen well: if you hope to win in that match, stay away from me. Because I don't wanna have to hurt that pretty little face, and that toight as a toiger bod until I absolutely have to. Psycho...you I'll hurt. Bad. Why? I don't know, it's like Michael Johnson in a race with someone from the special Olympics. I gotta teach the mentally deficient not to waste time here in the WFW, and you will be my example. Mr. Middle Management, I look forward to working with you and facing you in that ring. I'm sure if we work together we'll take care of these morons in no time.

(Gideon stands up, looks into the camera, and slowly smiles)

Gideon - And that leaves you Kazuo. I've learned my lesson well and I think Jeriko has learned his. After I beat him down in that match I whispered something to him. Do you know what that was?

"Where's your mealticket now?"

See, I don't mind a little cheating now and again...weapon or three used...But YOU use it, not your administrative assistant. When that battle royale kicks off at Vox Hiberionacum, I'm looking for you and praying you don't get eliminated before I can hurt you and that delicate knee all the more. Take my advice Kazuo, don't show up. Because if you do, what I do to you...will be delightful to me...and your own fault!

(The Camera Fades out with Gideon laughing and watching the clip repeat itself)

 

[Showtime24]

(FADEIN to 'Superstar' Scotty Michaels. He is standing next to his boy, Jerome. Michaels is wearing his wrestling gear, and has that ever-present smug look on his face...)

SCOTTY MICHAELS: You know, I've been touring the nation... signing copies of the book that is already a MEGA-SELLER.

(He holds up a copy of his book, and the brick he used on Beau Michaels falls out.. Jerome holds up a sign that says mega-seller)

Ooops, but the point is... I'm here, for YOU! I'm here because all of the fans in the whole damn world voted for the WFW to bring back ME! So, here I am! (Holds out arms, and smiles) I'm past all of the stupid gimmicks that the management over at NFW forced upon me. They wanted me to be an idiot, a MOCKERY... of what I once was... a SUPERSTAR! All of that is behind me, and it's time for a new beginning. In about a week's time, I'll be wrestling at an event that has a name that I can't even pronounce... and being the well-educated man that I am, that has to be surprising. There's going to be a royal rumble to determine the number one contender to the world title, a belt that might as well have my name written all over it... a belt that could be held by Doc Silver, Manson, or David Arquette for all I care. The fact of the matter is that whoever holds that title, they're going to have to deal with the FURY that I bring to this game. All of these years on the shelf, doing nothing... that ANGER is going to bring out a side of Scotty Michaels that many of you are not familiar with. I don't care about bringing the flash or bringing the funk anymore, all I care about is the end result. WFW, the fans... you voted for Scotty Michaels, the VIEWER'S CHOICE, and you got him. Now, enough about that.. it's time to bring YOU, the FANS... exactly what you wanted. All you have to do is going to www. theviewerschoice.com and you can vote for what you want me to do one my weekly show. So we decided to print out your requests, put 'em in a hat, and make it happen.

(Jerome is handed a hat, and pulls out a crinkled up piece of paper..)

SCOTTY MICHAELS: Ah, okay...

(Scotty bitchsmacks Jerome across the face..)

JEROME: Scotty, what do you think yo ass is doing? I ain't no punk-ass sucka, you don't treat me like that.

SCOTTY MICHAELS: Jerome, it said it right there...

(Scotty holds up the piece of paper, and it says 'bitchsmack Jerome')

JEROME: Well if that's what the fans want, well damn... who is me to questchan that.

SCOTTY MICHAELS: Jerome, gimme another one...

(Scotty looks at it, and then proceeds to kick Jerome in the balls.. Jerome falls over in pain..)

SCOTTY MICHAELS: Ah, whatever... you were no help to me anyway.

(Scotty picks a piece of paper up off the floor and holds it up to the camera...)

SCOTTY MICHAELS: "WIN THE RUMBLE AND THEN THE TITLE!" Well if that's what you want, then you're gonna get it. I don't give a damn how many other wrestlers are in this thing. Come Vox-whatever the hell it's called, I'm going to prove that I am the man... why, because I CAN! Admitting something is half the battle.. and with my skills, it's gotta be obvious. WFW, you're soon to find out that I AM... THE WORLD'S FINEST WRESTLER, and I AM... THE VIEWER'S CHOICE!

(Jerome starts to get up, but Michaels pushes him back down to the mat.. Michaels poses for the camera, with a big smile on his face.. FADE TO BLACK)

 

[Devil666]

Enter Psycho

(Wild eyes stare back att he camera from behind his mask. Slowing pulling back the bulls-eye pattern is revealed as the face of Psycho stares back. His dark eyes are unblinking as he sits backwards in a steel chair before a WFW backdrop. His arms and upper body bare the scars of a wild wrestling career...partically a large one running down his right arm just below the shoulder. You can almost still see the rip the barbed-wire made. Psycho's eyes narrow the thought of Doc Silver's cheating still fresh in his mind. It;s not something he's going to let go, but first things first. Beside him two monitors plat the interviews from Scotty Micheals and Richard Gideon. the two finish running thier mouth and Psycho smiles before speaking)

Psycho: I'm not happy hot happy at all. Doc Silver sits poised and ready for a chance to win the WFW World Title while he didn't have the guts or ability to beat me like a man. I'm not going to vry and carry on like some people. I'll except my defeat, because all it does is justify I'm the better man. I do through have some redemption...some solace to take in. After all when I step into this Royal Rumble and walk out the winner then and only then I'll have the shot that should be mine already. Do I sound confident (nods) you bet I do

(He looks side to side at the frozen faces of his opponents still on camera)

Psycho: After all just look at who I have to step into the ring with. First there's you Dick. "The System" is it? well excatly what system is that? Do you have a system foir winning, because I don't see it working. Look you lost your last match...you were in that ring and got bested. Hey it happens to the best of us sometimes...(smiles)...look it happended to me. What makes a difference between the best and the rest is this through. the ebst move on...they don't dwell on the past. The rumble is a whole different start and requires specific attention

(He produces a slight laugh under his smile)

Psycho: Unless you don't have it? See you openly admitted you didn't count on everything and that's going to be a problem for not just you, but everyone in the Rumble. You see I am the wildcard. My very nature and warped mind should put you a great guard. There's no telling what I'm about to do...you see conventional wrestling has it limitations. Something inside me makes me want to push the limits. Rules mean nothing to me...why work over a body part when a good smash...

(He taps his foot on the steel chair he's sitting in)

Psycho: With this thing can accomplish the goal SO much faster. See what you and EVERYONE else needs to realize is that I am..."THE AMERICAN DANGERMAN"!!! I'm that guy who is jsut a little tweaked...just a little bit further over the edge then others. See Gideon you threatened me with the hollow threat of getting hurt. Were you serious? (hold up his hand) No...don't answer. Getting hurt...I fully expect to get hurt. I fully expect my body to take damage, because that's the style I wrestle. Look at my body

(Psycho stands turning his back tot he camera and lifting his arms. As it zooms in you can see a road map of scars and thumbtack pot holes upon his skin. A flesh canvas not telling a pretty picture. He sits back down and faces the camera again)

Psycho: I'm "The American Dangerman" I made my aname punishing my body. There's nothing and I mean NOTHING!!!....that you can do to my body I already haven't. I could list you the types of dangerous matches I've been in, but if your ignorant of that fact...well then you should turn on that tv behind you and watch some of my tapes. Ah, but your not alone so far...are you...Dick...

(He pauses in thought an amused look upon his face)

Psycho: Viewers Choice? Are you serious? Scotty Micheals...I want to hurt you and best of all {chuckles) I know I can. From the arrogant tone to the smug smile...to everything about you. (shivers) I hate...I hate it all. Your like a video marathon of boy bands.Look I've never heard of you and you've probably never heard of me (shrugs) Well you will and you will soon. There's something about you I just don't like...I can't put my finger on it exactly, but when I do...well I trace it in circles of blood. (grins) I can't wait for this match.

(Psycho stands and folds the chair. He gripes it with a firm grasp and holds it menacingly)

Psycho: as for ANYONE else who wants to stand up...well go right ahead. This is my chance to get back the shot I was cheated out of. (shakes his finger) None of you know me and none of you want to. I'm the biggest wildcard ever. When my music plays ALL of you had better be wary. There's no predicitng what I'll do or how far I will go. the only thing the fans and all of you can do...well to be quite honest is hold your breath and wait. the only thing I can tell for sure is...never assume anything with me

He let's loose a psychotic laugh and slams the steel chair upon the ground. As he walsk of intot he background the laughter echoes)

<FTB>

 

[Methos17]

System Analysis: Volume 2

(The Camera fades in to Richard Gideon seated cross-legged in front of a computer in the WFW offices. He's wearing a dark blue jogging suit and a hat that says "Dell". As he types furiously, he doesn't notice the camera as he begins to speak)

Gideon - (Smiling) I might be a rookie, but it'd be a career-ending mistake not buying a Dell at these prices!

(He turns to continue typing...and someone someone yells "cut". Face instantly in a scowl, Gideon turns toward the cameraman and speaks)

Gideon - Ah there you....(stopping suddenly)...Where's Mike? I specifically said if I'm doing this I need my own official WFW cameraman here!

(The director, a portly man who is hiding a bald spot with too much cologne and a Lakers cap walks into the shot of the camera)

Director - I'm sorry Mr. Gideon, but as you know this commercial needs to be filmed with *official* Dell camerapeople....

(Richard puts a finger to the directors mouth, telling him to shh!)

Gideon - Okay. Here's the deal (slipping the Director into an standing armbar)...I'm going to call for Mike, cuz he knows how to film an athlete, nay a professional such as myself. MIKE!!!!

(The camera cuts to Mike the cameraman's view, who is in the green room. Upon seeing the commotion in the studio, he runs in, camera jiggling and jangling from left to right. When he gets within a few feet of Gideon, he begins to straighten out)

Gideon - Now that's what I'm talking about...You (pointing to the other cameraman) tape this man filming me and learn a few lessons and maybe, I just may let you film a scene for the late night shows.

(The Cameraman nods...but Gideon looks at him curtly)

Gideon - Nononononono....Only Mike can respond. You say 'yes sir' and get out of my office!

Cameraman - Yes...sir....(leaves)

Gideon - Now, where were we...let's see...(consulting list)Do commercial for a crappy corporate computer company, check...Make sure I film an interview regarding the American Dunderhead and his claims that "The System" is a failure....

(Mikes finger shakes at Gideon)

Gideon - Ah yes...that's what I have to do. You see Psycho, if it wasn't for Mike here I wouldn't remember schmoes like you. You misunderstood me earlier...you see I didn't lose to my opponent and his finisher's-a-plenty, I lost to his manager and his briefcase of samsonite. You lost, I was robbed...big difference. As a result of my foolishly assuming Shizaki wanted to bring it in the ring instead of hiding behind his poor excuse of a manager...

(Gideon pauses for a second)

Gideon - ...not so poor excuse, those shots did hurt three or four in...But anyway...this Rumble will be different. I'm going to be prepared for any dirty tricks conceiveable. In fact, I'd like to take this time to ask the WFW committee to send me a list of rules regarding elimination...And I see I'm going to have to prepare for your shenanigans too won't I? You're straight outta the loony bin and they let you wrestle. In some countries you'd be excuted on PPV or something...civil liberties ain't what they used to be lemme tell you...Ah well...Mike, call the hospital and have a body cast ready...for this nut.

(Mike the Cameraman and his camera nod yes)

Gideon - Great, I knew I could count on you! Psycho, you think you're the American Dangerman, but you're in danger, man. I'm going to have to hurt you. Bad. So bad you're sado-masochist behind won't enjoy it anymore. Consider yourself the kid caught smoking at 12 and I'm the angry uncle who makes you smoke every one til you vomit...or get addicted more...stupid nicotine...I never did get why parents would do that...let alone uncles...

(Mike taps Gideon on the shoulder)

Gideon - Right, right...the interview...so Psycho come Vox Hib..Hibb....you know what it is...anyway...at V.H., you're going to get eliminated. I'm not saying I'll do it, I'm just prepping you for the disappointment...I know...I know...It'll be okay...

(Gideon stands up, looking at the crappy Dell behind him)

Gideon - Because Dude....you're getting a Dell! (Signs Psycho's name to a sales invoice)...and it's your own fault!

(Fade out to Gideon laughing hysterically)

 

[ChrisHorowitz]

Plea

(Cue up "The Celebration of the Lizard" By the Doors)

(Fade into the secret underground lab of Rat Fink. Cut to a side room where Rat Fink works on one of his robot soldiers with a welder. He notices his camera and quickly finishes up his work.)

Rat Fink: Today has been a day of mourning for those in my profession.

Today a good friend of mine witnessed the beginning of the end of his days.

My friends, today a friend I've come to call Saddam is under attack by the opressive American government, and I have decided that as I see another symbol of villainy on this planet fall I will take a stand not just for today, but a stand for the future.

Today I am placing a call to each and every one of you to donate your time and effort to the Inhuman Fund for the Future, a charitable organization to promote chaos and disorder throughout the world, chaos and disorder that will lead to a new level of order and harmony on this planet, under a single god like warrior king.

This fund is a fund not just for the future of those who will receive the funds, but to those who contributed.

You may laugh, but let me explain.

In your childhood you had so many dreams and so many hopes for the future. You felt that you would make a difference in the world, that you would become famous, that the world would know your legend.

Of course none of that happened.

You were eventually crushed by the world and shaped into the pathetic failure you have become today. You went from dreams of being an athlete or president to a desk job that threatens to take away your benefits at whim. You must make a stand for your rights, you must fund men like myself and the either dictator to bes across the globe. With your hard earned money you can be a part of the new world order that will strip you of your rights and place you in the never ending freedom of slavery. But don't be so selfish that you would do this for yourself, so that you can tell all of your friends how your 20 dollars bought President Fink's new AK 47, do it for the children.

Do you want your children to become the same corporate slaves that you have become? Or, or do you want them to be members of the Fink Youth, the Finktrooper Brigade which will unite the world under the rule of one man. A government that will end the divisions that have plagued the world with one large scale nuclear holocaust.

So there you have it.

Well, one group of listeners does, but I am sure a smaller group but more vocal did not pay attention to my message. To those engaged in the hostilities of the WFW Battle Royale, this message was to you as well.

One Richard Gideon, it was very much in your interest to pay attention, as you especially are one who will be effected by the smashed dreams I spoke of. A talentless, humorless individual such as yourself should be investing any money he can get out of t his sport through luck into an organization promoting a future he simply doesn't have in this sport.

Why should someone who lowers himself to Dell jokes believe honestly that he has a future, and that better yet he can defeat one of the world's superpowers and by that i do not mean simply the wrestling world, but the world as a whole, the idea is simply ridiculous.

So Gideon must make a decision. Does he stand for the crushing reality of tomorrow, when he realizes that the promise he thought he had was a lie? Or does he stand for the hope of a better future where he not only witnesses a man like myself ascend to the world title, but the the world stage as supreme ruler.

Gideon, provide an example to the rest of those in this battle royale.

You may not be a respected competitior at the current time, but by making a decision so logical to support the forces of Rat Fink, you will show that if even a fool such as yourself can make such a choice, that the masochonist, and the rest of the people not worth remembering in this battle should do the same.

Do not do it for yourself though, don't do it to feel that you are now listened to because you threw your support to Rat Fink. That would not be true to the cause of the armies of Rat Fink. We are not out to support personal glory, no no no. This is not a revolution of the individual, this is a revolution of the everyman, the person who represents the will of the people, a will that says we will not stand for the weak feuding governments today, we want the strength of a government under one man.

You Gideon have been given an amazing chance. A chance to be a force for good on this planet.

Do not act selfishly thinking you have the ability to be champion, realize your limits and support a world under Rat Fink.

(Fade out)

 

[Showtime24]

The Viewer's Choice

(FADEIN to 'The Viewer's Choice' SCOTTY MICHAELS. He is standing next to his buddy, Jerome, in a local skating rink...)

SCOTTY MICHAELS: Psycho, Dick Gideon, Beau Michaels, Rat Fink... WHOEVER, I don't give a DAMN who it is. The fact of the matter is that the SUPERSTAR, the VIEWER'S CHOICE.. ME!.. I'm going to take my spot where I've belonged for oh so many years, and that's atop the WFW! I haven't held a title belt since the year 1997. You know, a lot has happened since that time. The Yankees won the world series AGAIN and AGAIN! Dale Earnhardt passed away, god bless his soul... and dammit, MC Hammer and Emanuelle Lewis shared a bunk bed on 'The Surreal Life!' The fact of the matter is that some people say I should be the 'LOSER' sharing a bunk with freakin' Gary Coleman, because I just don't have it anymore. I've been cruising around people in this roller rink, and all they do is point and laugh! What's so weird about seeing a former wrestling champion rollerskate? You see, when you're a SUPERSTAR, you can do whatever you damn well want to do. The people in here, they're WHITE TRASH! They weren't the ones who voted for Scotty Michaels to make his way back to the ranks of professional wrestling. I got a ton of e-mails asking me exactly how I was training for the Royal Rumble. Instead of talking about what I do, I figured I'd show it to each and every one of you! And guess what, it's open season on all of these rednecks!

(Michaels skates out on to the ice with Jerome by his side. People are skating around without a care in the world. A guy who appears to be early twenties looks at Michaels and begins to laugh. Jerome grabs the guy by the arm and Irish whips him at Michaels... Michaels clotheslines him, and then grabs him by his clothes and throws him over the wall at the skating rink... Michaels, slightly winded, throws a smug look and continues to talk...)

SCOTTY MICHAELS: You see that, it's really that EASY! Of course, I won't have my boy Jerome to assist me in my mission, but I don't need him. All of the wrestlers in the WFW have to remove their heads from their asses, and take notice of god's gift to the sport of professional wrestling. I may not be a 28 year old punk anymore like I was when I got started, but I still can last all night long.

(Michaels smiles at a beautiful, busty blond. She comes over to him, and starts making out with him, as Jerome looks on. The woman finally lays off of him, Michaels takes his arm and wipes his mouth off in disgust...)

SCOTTY MICHAELS: Damn #####, you best never try to give me the mandible tongue again. Learn how to kiss!

(Michaels skates at her and clotheslines her over the wall..)

SCOTTY MICHAELS: I'm not here to look like a fool, like some others that are running around this league. I'm here to prove that I am, beyond the shadow of a doubt... the world's finest wrestler. Vox Hibernation, or whatever the hell it's called, I'm going to complete the next step in winning the WFW world title. Alright, now the top secret training is set to begin.

(FADEOUT, as we see Michaels throw a sixty year old man over the wall...)

 

[Devil666]

Walk in the park

(On the outskirts of town he sits upon a park bench as children play in the distance. For the time of year it's surprisingly warm. The sun is high in the sky keeping the temperture in the high fifties. While snow is still on thre gruund it's quickly melting away as the season changes and the days go by He stares at innocence with a smile on his face knowing someday it will all be shattered. All that naivity flushed down the drain. What will be the cause...the turning point? A violent act, death of a parent or just the cold realization that somethings in life aren't fair. His mask is gone replaced by oversized sunglasses that hide most of his facial features. The scares upon his body covered over with a leather jacket and jeans replacing his normal wrestling attire. The smile fades from his lips as he turns to the camera. )

Psycho: Look at the children at play. they have no idea just how cruel and cold the world can be. That nothing lasts forever. All they know right now is to play. to play in sweet innocence until thier beleifs come crashing down. Ah, what a beatiful tradgedy that day will be. I can almost see the same thing in the eyes of the men who want to walk into this match with me. I hear thier words, but yet I have a deep question of thier conviction. Are they really willing to push that envelope ALL the way. Willing to push the limits (laughs) or will it all be just talk? I don't know what's going to be more fun. Seeing the look of realization in thier eyes or being the man that provides it. I guess it matter not...either way...I'm looking for goodtimes...goodtimes for "The American Dangerman"

(He steps up from his perch and slowly walks along the grass. His sneakers squeak from the fresh dew on the grass. He pauses in thought for a moment and then looks back into the camera)

Psycho: Scotty Micheals. I'm not easily amused, but pal you amuse me. Here's a man who openly admits he hasn't won a damn thing in six years, but at the same time calls himself a Super Star. (He shakes his head) Atop it all he claims not not be a fool, but I burn my eyes out with a hot poker and still see that. (shivers) It would be less painful then hearing him speak. Scotty...you're pretty cocky. I admit that a great trait. You see though I hate cocky people. I only wish this match was between the two of us, then and only then I could damage your body the I see it in my mind. I'm also not sure what your relatioship with Jerome is. What does this guy do to...err for you? You are right about one thing though...in that rumble he will not be around to help and from what I've seen of you. (he chuckles) Well Scotty...your in for a world of hurt

(He stops for a moment as a soccer ball rools in front of him. He stops it with his foot and kicks it back to the group of children playing with it. )

Psycho: Hey there Dick. I think that's what I'll call you...yes Dick is more fitting. Ah, Dick now I know why. Now I know what's with all the attitude and confusion. Your just a rookie are you not? Your new to this game right? What how long have you been banking paychecks in this sport? Two...maybe three months. (He shakes his head) Oh, the simplicity of inexpierence. Jus tlook at how you bully people...pushing around some dat slob to get what...your personal cameraman? (laughs) You've got to be kidding me. what does he know what profile is your good side? Man you are fresh...Fresh meat. I can see that the expierence I bring to the ring gives me a great advantage over you. (grins) even more then my natural talent and cold hearted ruthless ways. Man this is going to be fun

(He stops and sits atop one of the many picnic tables that line the grassy field. He holds his head in his hands a terrible pounding in his brain. After a few moments of for the throbbing to go away he turns his face back up the the camera)

Psycho: Damn headaches. I hate them...makes the voices just that much louder. (looks at his watch) Ah, it almost drug time. But first Dick...first a life lesson. I got cheated by Doc Silver. Pure and simple...you. well you Dick...you just got outsmarted. It's ok...I made my share of rookie mistakes too. However that was in the past. I've been doing this since I was seventeen and I've learned the hardway. Let's face it Dick. Does a manager really need a briefcase at ringside? What else do you think the man was going to do with it? See you openly admit you assumed and that was your biggest mistake. You know what happens when you assume Dick...well it only made an ass of you this time around. See Dick...I've sene you in the ring. Your young...a little green. Don't give me a promise your not ready to back up. I'm glad your not promising anything...because if you think for a moment I'm lettign you get the better of me...(laughs)..well then kid...your higher then Stevie ever was. Get that Dude?

(Again he stops the pounding in his head comes once more. He takes a moment to pop one of those pills in his mouth. Soon the throbbing and the voices will go away. Sadly they will be back again...what will they tell him this time)

Psycho: Rat Fink...funny.

(He produces a quarter and tosses in at the camera)

Psycho: Here's a quarter for your empire. (stirs his finger) Chaos and Disorder?I can dig that. In fact it's something I live with everyday. (shrugs) I'm just not too sure about the rest of your super villian speel. I mean after all yuor trying to start yet another New World Order. (laughs) well good luck on that Rat. I'm sure your going to need it, but what you had better focus on is the match at hand. Above all keep an eye out for me. You see every good Dictator needs to keep his eye out. Needs to watch his back, because you never know when someone will plunge the knife in. I'm that guy Rat. I'm the guy that going to elimante you and ruin whatever plans you might have. Because a loser Rat...well a loser garners no followers. Support a world under Rat? Sorry there's there's enough rats in this world. I guess I'll just toss you over the top and elimante whatever you had in mind. Call me your nemisis Rat. I can play the role of Super-Hero...after all I'm the one here crazy enough to play your game

(He stands and again walks along the grass)

Psycho: Gentleman prepare for the unexpected. See I'm not even sure what I'm going to do in that ring. Watch your back, watch your front...hell check both ways before you cross the ring. You see when I'm in there...well there's just no telling what might happen. All I can do is listen to the voices

(He turns his back and walks off)

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[Foedus]

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Mar-22-03 AT 07:37 PM (EST)]::Scene opens in the locker room area. In the scene we see Chris Bradford preparing for the Rumble match. He is putting on his attire and wrapping his hands and wrist with athletic tape.::

Bradford: So it appears I have been invited to compete in this little rumble match here in this federation. It appears I will have to compete with people such as Psycho and Richard Gideon, what a joke. It is obvious that you people have no skill or any natural born talents in anything (pauses) but for wrestling which you have my deepest respect for having. But there is one thing that you have to ask yourself, just one thing. Do you really think that you can handle being in the ring with a true competitor, a man who eat, sleeps, lives, and bleeds wrestling. It is running wildly threw my viens and has been since I was a little boy, that loved taking risk and handing out a beating to anyone who challenged me for a match in th backyard or where ever I may have been.

Bradford: Gideon I have seen compete before, and he has impressed me, but none of that will matter after I step into the ring. Anything you might have thought you were going to accomplish has now been smashed and torn away from your grasp. You see the future here is simple, and plainly seen, that the only one who will been standing victoriously after this match up will be none other than me "Old School" Chris Bradford, and I know I didn't stutter so you better not forget that name because you will be hearing a lot about me.

(There is a knock at the door, Bradford tells the person that the door is open and to come on in, the man enters and begins to talk to Bradford)

Bradford: What is it that you want of me?

?: I would like to pass along to you some information that has been given to me recently, that may come in handy for you in your Rumble match up later.

Bradford: Ok so what is this information that you have that is so important that you had to bother me right now while I am preparing for the match that you speak of.

?: I am sorry for disturbing you sir but this is really urgent and important, what is written in the document that I am about to give you must be kept to yourself, and shown to no one else not even friends of yours.

Bradford: I'll decide who I share my things with, so give the freakin paper right now before I bash your skull in you pathetic worm of man.

(The man pulls a piece of paper out of a bag that he is carrying and hands it to Bradford)

Bradford: Thanks now get the hell out of my locker room, pronto.

?: Yes what ever you say, and remember what I told you, do not show it to any one.

Bradford: And do you remember what I told you worm, well do you, and tell who ever gave you this to mind their own business, and if I don't like what this paper says that I will find out who they are and I will crush them.

(The man leaves and slams the door as he exits, Bradford begins to read the paper to himself, after he finishes he gets a look of anger on his face then rips the paper into tiny pieces)

Bradford: Who the hell does this person think he is. I am not easily intimidated and I won't be either, and mark my words when some one threatens me like this there is hell to pay, now the only thing left to know is where the hell this paper came from and I know just how to figure out how. I will track down that wormy man and beat him till he tells me, but I can't concern myself with this, I need to stay focused on the match and not on other matters, that is the only way I'll get a shot at that beautiful title that people are longing for that glorious World title, and if I don't get that match there is always the North American title. I know it might not be the greatest thing in the world but you have to start somewhere.

(Scene fades)

 

[coolmint21]

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[Devil666]

Burning desire

(The camera opens backstage at Vox Hiberionacum. While other wrestlers mingle backstage thier voices now only add to his own. In one of the long hallsways his sits upon a ladder left there by maintnance. Above him a long flurecent lighttube blinks off and on as we can see it hasn't been fixed yet. Psycho stares back perched upon the ladder and stares back from behind his mask)

Psycho: Took me all week, but it's pronunced Vox Hiberionacum, but for everyone else I'd like to think of it as an invitation to violence and pain.Well the time for talk is done and over. I've made my statements...called people out and they've shown me something missing. That's right, there's something missing. It's that's burning desire to be the best. I guess I just don't see it. Well gentlemen...I have it. Yes I do. I can't wait...can't wait at all. Soon I'll be in the ring with all of you and it will be up to me to pick which one of you to goafter first. One by one till only I am left standing. Then, well then I will have what Doc Silver cheated me out of.

(The light above flickers twice and he oddly stares at it and then snaps back to attention)

Psycho: So tonight I want all of you to get ready...prepare, because when I hit the ring expect the unexpected. I'm the wildcard...that danger zone you all will want to avoid. There's no door I won't knock on and no limit I won't push. Each and everyone of you has said your peace. Spoken what's on your mind, but do you really deep down beleive it. Well I do. I am "The American Dangerman" I'm the crazy fool you had better not take your mind off of and (laughs) I've got the perscription to prove it. When your out there listen...listen very carefully, because when my music hits it will be only seconds before I hit the ring and tear your world apart. Are you all ready for that?

(Again the light flickers and draws his attention. He shakes his head and looks back to the camera)

Psycho: fight time boys...time to go out thier and prove whose best. It's going to be a crazy night When it's all said and done you'll allr emember one thing...one thing for sure and that's my name. I'm the guy who took it to another limit...took it just a step further and above all wanted it just a little bit more. See you out there.

(He removes leather gloves from his pockets and unscrews the Flickering lighttube and turns to the camera with a smile)

Psycho: Now this could come in handy

(He slowly climbs down the six foot ladder and looks back)

Psycho: (grabbing the ladder) Might as well take this too
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[Showtime24]

RE: Burning desire

(FADEIN to one of the homes of 'Superstar' SCOTTY MICHAELS. There are people dancing, drinking, listening to music... probably about 15 people or so. They appear to be in the second floor living room. We see Jerome tipping back a 40, with a phat-ass ##### sitting on his lap... Scotty is grinding on a girl who looks to be mid-20's. Finally, Scotty sits down and stares into the camera..)

SCOTTY MICHAELS: Audiovox Hibercon, whatever the hell it is... the ROYAL RUMBLE, it's right around the corner. It's just about time to whoop everyone's ass in that ring, and then throw 'em all out. Well today, I figured I'd sit back and relax. I don't need to practice in my war shelter like Rat Fink. I don't need to be freakin' flippin' out like Psycho, or talking trash on him. As a matter of fact, you know what... maybe the time for relaxing is over. I checked my e-mail again today, and a lot of people said that they wanted to see exactly how I kick back and chill out. Another handful of people still said they wanted to see some more of my training. Psycho thinks that I don't have the BURNING DESIRE, that I don't have the will to win. Well guess what, I DO! Guess what, I'm going to incorporate all of those requests into one remarkable episode of VIEWER'S CHOICE TV!

(Scotty starts to look irritated... all of a sudden, he opens the front door and Irish whips a girl out the door. Then he picks up another, and throws him out too.)

SCOTTY MICHAELS: That there, is how easy I'm going to take care of the likes of Chris Bradford and Rat Fink, even more... watch this sh*t.

(Scotty opens up a closet door and slams another innocent partyer into the closet and slams it on his head.

SCOTTY MICHAELS: Psycho? You wanna see me go PSYCHO, do you "Psycho"? Well guess what, here it is. I'm SICK and TIRED of sitting in the wings, waiting for things to fall into place. It's time to make them happen. It's been six years since I won any kind of championship, I mean DAMN, I've only had 10-15 matches since that time. Well forget about the skating rink, this is going to be what the Rumble is all about.

(Scotty picks up a man who is about mid-40's, and slams him through his glass coffee table. He picks up the man, bloody face and all, and throws him into the bathroom and slams the door..)

SCOTTY MICHAELS: You see, it's going to be THAT DAMN EASY... for the likes of Richard Gideon, and getting rid of his ass.

(The room has cleared out, except for Jerome, who sits there finishing his 40..)

JEROME: You know, dogg... you're letting these peeps get into your head. You need to chill out. You coulda' been getting it on with that hunny, but you freaked out and scared her off.

SCOTTY: You don't agree with my tactics, Jerome? You don't agree with the DESIRE that I possess, and the PASSION for winning the world title? Well then you can just f**k off.

JEROME: You're losing your cool, playa.

(At this point, Scotty knocks over a chair and grabs Jerome by his hair... he drags him over to a window, shrugs, and throws him out the window...)

SCOTTY MICHAELS: PSYCHO?! You wanna see a PSYCHO?! Well you're looking at one. Just remember, Psycho, and the rest of you... these FANS, they brought this on. They brought on the REBIRTH of the 'Superstar' SCOTTY MICHAELS! They brought on the phenomenon who is going to take over this federation single-handedly, the 'Viewer's Choice!' Royal Rumble, the world will see that I am everything I am cracked up to be, and that's the force who will lead the WFW for the next several years to come!

(FADEOUT, as Scotty sits back down and grabs a glass of champagne. He turns on his tv.. a promo for the Rumble is on the TV..)

SCOTTY MICHAELS: My destiny!

 

[Methos17]

RE: Burning desire

(The Camera fades in for once NOT in Gideon's study but on him in a ring, running the ropes. Every two or three rebounds or so, Gideon flips himself over the top and skins the cat back in, muscles tensing as he does so. As he bounces from rope the rope, he seems to get a little slower until he drops in the center of the ring exhausted. His "I'm number one so don't bother trying" T shirt is covered in sweat, and he looks up at the camera, a little bewildered)

Gideon - So, it seems *puff puff* the rest of the Vox Hiberionacum Royal Rumble's participants have begun to sing and dance eh? I mustn't leave them *puff* hanging so....

(Gideon gets up and rolls out of the ring to the floor, where a chair and bottle of water sit by his gear. As he sits down, he picks up the water bottle and uncaps it. He takes a couple of sips of the water and continues, neck stretching from side to side)

Gideon - ...Rat Fink. You are one messed up hombre, I'll give you that. However, that reject from a bad episode of Batman routine is overdone and frankly isn't very...how can I say it nicely...nah. It sucks man. Seriously. So you "work on whatever it is you do" and leave me be. Okay? Because if you keep that talk up, nothing but elimination is in the cards for you....

(Gideon gets up and starts to stretch)

Gideon - Psycho, you obviously not only have abandonment issues from childhood you shouldn't be within 50 feet of any children. You're a sick, sick man who nobody likes so he decided to use any and everything to get us to hate you. Well Gladys, I'm sorry but I'm okay with you being a sick fruitcake. I don't mind the knocks about my loss to Kazuo Shinzaki either. I'm a rookie. I'm glad to have a posh contract, nice digs and my health. Did I mention the posh contract? Cuz you see, I understand I have some...growing pains to still work out. "The System"'s a work in progress folks. But you, you're "world reknown" veteran who can't accept he lost. Boo Hoo. You really need a hug, or a hollow point to the head...I haven't figured out which yet. Lemme bottom line it for you: You want a piece of me in that ring during the rumble and I will make it a point to send you over that top rope a few vertebrae short. That's not a rookie threat, that's the promise of someone who has more skill in his pinky than you have skeletons in your closet...

(Finishing his stretching, Gideon sits again and drinks a bit more water)

Gideon - And speaking of coming out of the closet, Scotty Michaels the one man wrecking crew. How I feel for those innocent party-goers, who wanted nothing more than to feed off your sycophantic lifestyle and drain the marrow of your bank account. I see the desperation in your eyes Michaels and I may not know what going that long without a belt can feel like but I do know you will not be ignored. I look forward to eliminating you and killing your dream. I don't look forward to this event to ruin your life or to fill a void my parents left when I was little or something stupid like that, I look forward to it so I can show you something. Show you that a rookie such as myself in one year will do what you cannot. Show you what someone who has youth, charisma and talent will do when he puts his whole self into something. You are looking at Richard "The System" Gideon: the future number one contender and the future WFW Champion. And if you didn't see that coming, it's your own fault.