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Post by Osh Vaughan on Mar 7, 2021 16:46:30 GMT
Grudge Match Chino vs Dan Distoner vs Jason Myers vs vs
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Post by Dan Distoner on Mar 8, 2021 1:26:10 GMT
Scene opens in Dan Distoners hotel suite hours after Mayhem has went off the air. DAN, his sister Mary Jane and a blonde haired woman are sitting and drinking Budweiser's and watching on a loop DiStoner smashing Chino with a chair before dropping him with a cashout onto the same chair. As they watch. MJ is packing a new bong before handing it to Dan.
DiStoner: Ladies. I don't care how many times I have wrapped a chair around Chinos head. Its fuckin hilarious every damn time.......here let's watch it again
DiStoner hits rewind and goes back
Whap....a resounding steel vs skull collision is heard.
The blonde stands up and gives DiStoner a peck on the cheek.
Blonde: Danny, I'm gonna go shower and head to bed. Are you gonna join me soon?
DiStoner: Yea Love. I will be up in about an hour. Gotta discuss business with MJ and make a few calls first. When I come up. I will give you one of those massages you love so much.
She leans in and Distoner gives her a kiss on the forehead. As she turns and walks away. He playfully swats her on the ass.
DiStoner: Lemme tell ya sis. That girl is just amazing in every way. Can't imagine my life without her.
M.J. Bro. Stop thinking with your little head. You gotta keep your mind on KKND. You got a huge match coming up. Not to mention. We gotta make sure our plans don't get spoiled. Myers and Chino won't see it coming.
What I'm sayin big bro. Is don't let Lynn interfere in our plans for IIW. She is a great girl. And Surprisingly I like her. But we got big plans and can't let anything fuck them up.
Distoner: Sis I got this. I know how to balance work and fun. And you are right about one thing. Myers and Chino arent gonna expect what WE have planned for them.
They both take a sip of beer and Dan sparks the bong.
DiStoner: That fuckin spic played right into my hand tho. His own vanity. Is what is his un doing begins with. Had to attempt to gain the Hardcore title. To prove he is still the Extreme Icon. But his fatal mistake was the same thing. Cause at that moment. He made himself. An active Roster member. So I talked to Osh. And told him in lieu of payment for KKND. To let me have a fair crack at Chino.
MJ: What about Myers?
Distoner: Myers is a different breed. I know you can keep a secret. There's something about our plan. That I haven't told you yet. But believe me. After KKND. Jason Myers will rue the day he came out from under the rock he has been under for the last 10 years. What neither Myers or Chino realize. Is there is a Revolution coming. One like no other before.
MJ: Revolution huh. Does this Revolution happen to have an X behind it? Does it have anything to do with the phone calls you told Lynn that you have to make?
Distoner sets the bong down and an slight grin appears on his face.
Distoner: Something like that sis. Something like that. I mean. In this business. Its strength in numbers. I've been talking to a few old friends of mine. As well as a few members of the IIW roster. And come KKND. The Revolution will start.
MJ stands up. And give her brother a hug.
MJ: Ok. I trust you have your mind right.
With that the door of the upstairs bathroom opens and steam from the hot water flows out. Lynn leans on the handrail.
Lynn: Are you coming up now babe? I'm ready for my massage.
Distoner: Yea baby. I'm on my way.
He turns towards MJ.
Distoner: Alright sis. We are off to bed. Lynn can't sleep until I am right there with her cuddling.
MJ hugs Dan one more time
MJ: Yea yea. Just do me a favor.....don't name it after me.
MJ smirks and makes a whipping motion before walking towards her room. As the scene fades Distoners face goes completely red when MJ says one word
MJ: Meow
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Post by Chino on Mar 10, 2021 17:01:57 GMT
*We fade in, backstage the medical staff are checking on IIW Commissioner Chino, who suffered a vicious chair shot and CashOut at the hands of Dan DiStoner, a gash above his right eye is being cleaned and bandaged. Charlie Schmidt is sweeping up as Chino punches the table in frustration. He begins to mutter words unbeknownst to Charlie.
Chino: Piece of shit, son of a bitch, asshole mother fucker! I should of known!
*At this point Charlie is done sweeping but intrigued by Chino's profanity laced tirade he proceeds to sweep the air and hesitates to join the conversation.
Charlie: Yeah, that's the truth.....
*Charlie chuckles nervously as Chino looks up at him and grins.*
Chino: Charlie, is that you? These fucks got my eye all bandaged up, I CAN'T SEE!
Charlie *Chuckling*: Karma....
Chino *Snapping at Charlie* WHO SAID THAT?!
*Chino pushes the trainer away from him and stands up, he squints his left eye and looks in Charlies direction. Charlie attampts to turn his back and make an exit but Chino grabs him by the shoulder.*
Chino: Charlie, I know you have a lot to do, youre a busy man. I appriciate your hard work, unlike Osh, I see your work ethic. 7 days a week, 16 hours a day, you put this job before your family.
Charlie: I haven't seen my wife or kids in months! Its not by choice!
Chino *Interrupting* That's great Charlie, but listen, I need you to deliver a message. You're good at getting the job done, unlike Dan. You see, that son of a bitch knocked me on my ass and then busted me open, no respect, no class, spineless, cowardly. We've battled each other for well over a decade, he wrote a book about the whole thing, did I see any royalties? Nope, fucker probably smoked em all! Am I mad? No, Bitter? No. You see I'm the man calling the shots, Im in charge around here, So while Shawn Taylor and Jonny C tag team Jake E, and while the Lost Soul gets found, while Anthony Phoenix chases those title dreams. I get to play mad scientist.
Charlie interrupting Chino "Ya know if this is gonna take a while I can get the guys whose job this actually is, you can cut one of your little promo's post it on youtube or snapchat or whatever it is you people do nowadays and I can be on my way. I really miss my wife and kids.
*Chino grabs Charlie by the collar and looks deep into his eyes Charlie's eyes get wide as a nervous looks crosses his face. Chino then lets go of Charlie and graciously wipes him off
Chino: Go Charlie. Go home, go be with your family. As far as the promo crew, don't worry about it Charlie. What needs to be said about the PPV, that's something that will come in due time. Dan knows, he has a target on his back. He knows I have my eyes on him. Jason Myers is merely secondary to me in all this. His target is Dan, my Target is Dan, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Congrats Jason, we're friends now....
*Charlie begins to slowly walk away as Chino looks displeased*
Chino: You couldn't give me 5 more minutes of your time?! Just 5? Jesus Christ man, we give you a job, we provide a decent healthcare plan, 401k, retirement plan and this is how you treat us? First chance to skate out early and its see ya later go fuck yourself! Gee Thanks Charlie! Real team player!
*Charlie lowers his head and lets out a regrettable sigh he begins to walk over to Chino who lets out a devilish smirk. Chino wraps his arm around Charlie and pulls him in close. He begins to speak softly* Chino: Fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice? Well, that just won't happen again! I'm onto you Danny boy.....
*The scene ends with Charlie trying to sneak away from Chino*
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Post by Dan Distoner on Mar 15, 2021 5:30:54 GMT
Michael Morrison is standing outside of Dan DiStoners locker room with a camera crew. The door swings open and Dan stands there without a shirt on. As the two make small talk. Owner of IIW Osh Vaughn walks down the hallway towards the pair and approaches DiStoner with a red velvet bag in his hand. He hands the bag to Distoner.
Distoner: What's this?
Osh: Well Dan. There has been a massive influx of new talent coming to IIW as of late. Some new up and coming talent. As well as a few Legends in the business. And well quite frankly. Most of them have come here. Because they heard the legendary Dan Distoner has came out of retirement and has been making noise on the IIW Roster. Many of them have personally approached me. Saying they want in the ring with you. To settle old scores. So what this is. Is the new IIW Legends Championship. And since you already have a target on your back. I figure. Let's just make that target. Just a little bit bigger. So as of right now. You are the 1st IIW Legends Champion.
Distoner: I don't quite know what to say. Thanks I guess!?!
Osh: Thanks.....you guess?
Distoner looks at Osh with a smirk. And extends his hand to Osh. Osh shakes it and begins to walk away when Distoner smacks him in the nuts. Osh's eyes go wide and tears begin to well up. He grabs his nuts and begins to speak....his voice a little higher than normal
Osh: Since the ppv is less than a week away. I can't suspend you. And since there is so many new talents because of you. I'm not going to fine you. But now Mr Distoner. Since you dared to hit me in my testicles. That new championship is now going to be defended in your match against Jason Myers and Chino.
Osh then turns and walks away. Still holding his balls. Distoner calls after him.
Distoner: Hey boss.....you might wanna ice your marbles.
Distoner turns back to Morrison and his camera crew who have been waiting patiently.
Morrison: Shocking turn of events just moments ago. When Osh Vaughn named Dan Distoner as IIW Legends Champion. First of all Dan. Congratulations champ.
Distoner: Morrison. Don't be a kiss ass. It gets you no where in this business. Now. Do you have some questions for me? Or are you just looking for a sound byte for all the "smarks" to feed off of.
Morrison: I have questions.
Distoner: Then wipe that stupid look off your face and get to asking. I'm a busy man. I got a match to prepare for. Weed to smoke. And a beautiful woman waiting back at the hotel for me.
Morrison: Well Dan. A few days ago Chino had Charlie deliver a message to you. Do you can to respond?
Distoner: Yea Charlie delivered the message. And ya know. It's just like that fuckin mexican. To make my comeback all about himself. News flash asshole. The sun doesn't rise and set in your ass bro. This isn't Greggie's world. Yea. I get it man. You are just jealous. Of all that I have achieved. I wrote the book on our classic feud from NWA. From my own point of view. Made fucking millions in royalties. And recently worked out a deal with Netflix. To turn it into a movie. And guess what. I get to decide who plays each role. So for myself. Because he is just Stone Cold quite like myself. I've asked Steve Burton to play the role. As for you. My old friend. I picked the most washed up. Not even has been in the business to play you. Basically because his career mirrors yours. Got lucky and got to the big dance once. But before long toiled away into obscurity. That man was Vampiro. Just like you. Had tons of talent. But didn't quite make it as a "Big Star".
Morrison: Anything to say to your other opponent Jason Myers?
Distoner: I have plenty to say to Jason. But at this particular moment. Just like normal. Jason is missing in action. He shows up and interrupts my TV title match. Costs me the championship. And then goes back into hiding like a scared little bitch when I challenge him to step into MY ring. To go eye to eye. Face to face. Man to man. To get into the ring and have a fair fight. And even tho the match has been signed. There are rumors Myers won't even show up. Which is all well and good. And if he doesn't show. It'll prove that Jason Myers is nothing but a punk and a coward.
Morrison: In last weeks Hollywood report. It was stated that there has been a rash of attacks in the locker room. One of those attacked has said you were behind the attack. That you and three other masked assailants assaulted him in the hallway. Any truth to these rumors?
Distoner: Look man. People are gonna talk. They are gonna accuse me. Because they wanna make a name for themselves. And because I am one of the biggest names in the business. Of course they are gonna try to catapult themselves to new heights. By linking my name to theirs. All I will say Mr Morrison. Is don't believe everything you hear. Now if you don't have anything else. Like I said. I am a busy man.
Morrsion: I think that about wraps it up.
DiStoner turns and opens his locker room and tells in.
Distoner: Hey sis.....ya got that blunt rolled yet. I'm ready to smoke and get the hell outta here.
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Post by Jason Myers on Mar 15, 2021 15:13:26 GMT
''This ain't a reboot''
We open to a figure sat in a black reclining chair. A vinyl player is spinning one of Metallica's greatest records, their second outing 'Ride The Lightning', a true masterpiece. As he hums along to The Call Of Ktulu, reminiscing of seeing it performed live, in the bands homestate of San Francisco no less with the San Francisco Orchestra, he leans forward and begins to speak:
'Ten years...' he says, 'Ten years since I was last in a wrestling ring. That's a damn long time. You see, when I entered the world of professional wrestling, I knew I stumbled onto something special. I knew that I had finally found my place in life. The trouble is, no one warns you of how hard the fall can be when you wake up and it's all gone. Let me give you a bit of a history lesson. I was signed to WWA in 2008. I had my best friend, my brother, my family Matt Robinson by my side. And when I began to taste a hint of success, when I began to elevate myself and find my footing, I kicked him to the curb. You see, that's the poisonous touch of professional wrestling. It's meant to be a family environment, but you see when some of the boys in the back see the next big thing and they convince you that you can do better, you're young, you're impressionable, you see the big tittied women, the fast cars, the lifestyle you only seen in movies and TV, that rockstar lifestyle, well damn, you're going to want to do anything to get it. So I joined The WolfPack with two other young up and comers, Chase Michaels and Ric Reaper, and with their help, I became the WWA World Champion. Then fast forward some time later. I signed with NWA. But that came crashing down as well. You know that saying, too much, too young, too fast, well I'll be damned if it was going to eat me up. I had the success, the hot sexy girl, I had it all. Until it was gone. So, what did I do? I retired. I met a girl, I moved away and I settled down. It didn't last long. Do you know what it's like to sit and watch as your mother-in-law is took off life support, and you sit for over 3 hours until she finally lets go? And then for your wife to take it all out on you so you're suicidal? Stood next to a bridge, watching as the water splashes into rocks, ready to jump?! To feel so grinded down, thinking of your past life and how good you had it? All the people you left behind, feeling so trapped and alone? To self-harm? To crash your head into the walls, just to silence the voices?'
Jason sits back, rubs his chin, getting over worked and takes a deep breath
'I did my best to keep it all held together. It was a long, hard road to recovery. But you know what, when I contacted an old friend nearly two years ago, that's when I finally reclaimed what I had once lost. A life. And then I'll be damned if I let a global pandemic hold me down. It took one look in the mirror, to look through all of my old wrestling photographs. To think, what if I can still go? So, I brought some gym equipment, made a makeshift wrestling ring, moved in some old buddies and I trained. Trained for a day like this. Dan, I've known you over a decade. You know the shit I've been through, all it took was that one message to get the gears going in my head again, to bring me back. Bring me back to prominence. You see, movies and TV shows are filled with reboots. But you see, this ain't a reboot. It's a sequel. I'm the one writing my sequel. And if you recall in Rocky II, he made the comeback of the century against Apollo Creed. So, I hope you're ready for the fight of your life because I refuse to be held down any longer by the weight of my past. I can promise you this, there's not enough weed on this earth that will make you feel better once I'm done smoking your ass. I'm coming back to end things on my terms, to do things my way. Not to be influenced by others or weighed down. See ya real soon'
Myers then takes a deep breath and takes a long, cold stare into the camera:
'And Chino, old buddy, old pal. Don't think I've forgotten about you. You helped me a lot, hell you're one of only a few people who gave a shit about me following my retirement. Don't take it personal when I go after you as well, because make no mistake about it, I will tear through anyone to make sure people will forever know the name Jason Myers, because it seems some of you have forgotten just who the hell I am. You see, I don't care very much about these mysterious attacks that have been going down backstage. That isn't my business, but you seem to have overlooked me in this upcoming match. Whether I walk out as Champion or not is irrelevant, as long as I walk out knowing I've decimated and humiliated the pair of you, for someone who hasn't even so much as set foot in a wrestling ring for a very long time up until a few recent appearances on Monday Night Mayhem, yet I'm still young. Make no mistake about it, I'm going to personally give the pair of you a one way trip to the retirement home, whilst I climb the ladder of success in professional wrestling once more.
Myers then has a brief moment to himself as he calms down slightly, a slight smirk appears on his face.
'And as for my actions recently in the squared circle, that's all the proof I need to ensure that I've still got it. The shit I've been through, it would have broken a normal man. But I'm no normal man. I thrive on being a survivor. I've walked through hellfire and brimstone and believe me when I tell you, that ain't a catchy catchphrase to sell a bunch of t-shirts, that's a stone cold dose of the truth, to get to where I'm at today. And no one on this planet is going to take that away from me. But Dan and Chino, I'm about to take your pride away from you.
Jason then sits back, takes a swig of his drink as he continues to enjoy his vinyl as the scene fades.
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Post by Jason Myers on Mar 16, 2021 19:47:32 GMT
It's a fairly bright, albeit with a few grey clouds in the sky sort of day. Myers is stood by a graveside, a fresh bouquet of flowers rests in front of the headstone as he paces to the gravestone to the left, rests his hand on the top of it, with a clear sombre expression on his face as he mutters to himself;
''The sixteenth of March...That was the day my life turned upside down...'' as he begins to walk away, yet carries on speaking to himself, his long leather jacket blowing in the wind as a visibly torn Myers attempts to hold it together; ''You see this day is a big day for us wrestling fans. It's a big day because it's highly synonymous because one of the toughest S.O.B's to ever lace up a pair of boots so famously uttered those words 25 years ago when he won a tournament and it ushered in a new era. But you see it's synonymous with me for a much more depressing reason. You see I wasn't watching wrestling on the Seventeenth of March, 1996. I wasn't getting ready to go to school. No. I was sat in a hospital, my grandfather by my side as it was explained to me that my parents were killed in a hit and run attack. My parents were hard working folk, they did their best for me. But unfortunately the scumbag that decided to pull a knife out on my folk, his parents failed him. In and out of prison for armed robbery. Known drug dealer. Known burglar. Only that fateful night he took things a step too far. I was too young to understand at the time what had happened, but I was young enough to realise my parents weren't coming home. He was eventually brought to justice, I can guarantee that he won't be in for much longer. Brad Dixon was his name. That's something you never forget. But I can guarantee that if I come across him, well, I'll never be seen in a wrestling ring again''
As Myers approaches the cemetery gates he pulls his phone out and uses the Uber app to arrange a taxi to pick him up;
''But speaking of badasses, Dan I know you like to consider yourself a badass. But there's a big difference between a badass and a straight up prick. A prick who gets away with murder. Figuratively I might add. A prick who roams the IIW hallway, saying what he wants and doing what he wants. But you see that's where our G.M. used his noodle. He's very much aware you have name value and won't see fit to fire your sorry stoned ass because he knows there's other companies out there that will be chomping at the bit for a big name. Someone who's well known in the wrestling world. Someone who has a book out to much acclaim highlighting his feud with Chino. So all we can do is make sure you get what's coming to you in the centre of the ring and we can kick your sorry drugged up ass. And costing you the TV Title and attacking you in the ring is just a taste of what's to come. I'm going to strip you of your manhood, not that you've got much down there anyway, in front of the entire wrestling audience. You see, I was merely biding my time with you, me and you, we have history, and I'm in the middle of writing the final chapter. As far Chino is concerned, I've noticed you're staying silent on all of this. Good. Keep your mouth shut and I may, just may give you a pass, as long as you keep out of my way, because no one, and I mean absolutely no one, is going to get in my way. People wonder why I'm so bitter, just look at my history, now you know why. But I don't use that as an excuse to be a dick. No. I use it to fuel me in the ring, and take aim at my opponents, and the pair of you are my first victims''
Myers then waves down his Uber as it drives up and parks up as we fade to black.
Later on that day...
Jason Myers is at his training centre in his vest and sweatpants, grasping a bottle of flavoured water, strawberry, as he pours it down his neck like no tomorrow, the beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, visible dark patches on his vest. As he catches his breath he looks around at the various PPV flags he's had custom made from the times he was on the PPV promotional posters in WWA and NWA, his eyes are fixated on the cases that show off his multiple World and Tag Team Championships. Just as he catches his breath he speaks;
''If you aren't in this to win the big one, well you may as well walk your ass out of the company and never look back. I achieved success at a young age. I was on top of the world. I happily avoided the cliché of falling from grace, resulting in a drug or alcohol addiction and dying at a young age. And I'm thankful of that. I truly am. But I'll tell you what, I'm done being the nice guy. I'm done paying my dues, because I paid my dues long ago and ended my career a decade ago because I thought it was what I wanted at the time. Life is funny like that, you think you've got it all. Dan, you were literally handed a Championship from the GM because as much of a dick as you are, he knows you're able to carry a Title and run with it. Only I'm here to snatch the Title away from you, by any means necessary. You see Dan, I can tell you don't care for Championships. You only care for smoking weed and getting your dick wet. At least you can screw your memory up when I beat you, take something I know I've earned and you can do all the weed you want to not only forget what I've done to you but to also ease the pain. You and your buddy Chino will be laid up together smoking your bongs whilst I continue to climb the ladder of success in the squared circle. See you both Sunday, where I crush AND destroy you, because killing you would be too easy and less fun''
Myers then looks to his sparring partner as they enter the ring as the scene fades.
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Post by Chino on Mar 18, 2021 15:15:31 GMT
*The scene opens to Chino sitting behind his desk inside of his office with a smug look on his face, his phone rings but he ignores it scoffing at the caller i.d, following quickly is a knock at the door accompanied by yet another ringing of the phone, a voice from behind the door can be heard almost shouting.
"Chino! Erm, Mr. Monto? Uh..It's me, Michael Morrison, I've been trying to call to arrange the interview but it keeps going to voicemail?"
*Chino looks disgusted by Morrisons dedication and reluctantly responds adjusting his tie in the process*
Chino: Where's Charlie? I liked him, he had spunk, charisma, charm, he had a way with words, and a broom!
*Michael is seen on the other side of the door with a cameraman pleading with Chino to allow the interview*
Morrison: Chino, Sir, Mr. Monto? I really don't know how to address you, I'm just trying to do my job, Osh wants ratings I need to do interviews, you guys shoot promo's that's why I'm here. I wanna get some words about your upcoming title match with Dan DiStoner and Jason Myers.
*At this point Chino has removed himself from behind his desk and has made his way to the door, his face near the wood as his hand placed on the doorknob, He quickly turns and pulls the door open revealing his office and standing ever so cockishly in the doorway, Morrison finally relieved lets out a gasp of air he adjusts his hair and puts the mic to his lips*
Morrison: Ladies and Gentlemen with me at this time, the IIW Commissioner Chino!
Chino: Did I Say Chino? Or did I say Greg "Chino" Monto? I can't remember, anyway, this isn't a talk show Mikey, no need for an introduction, these fans tune in they know who I am, they see the face they know. They see the scars, the know. I'll get right to it Mikey, see, Dan DiStoner knows, just like the fans, almost counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, see, I ALMOST got the best of him, when me and Myers cost him the TV title, that plan backfired most recently when Osh went and pissed in my cheerio's and bestowed upon the Innovator of Extreme himself his very own "Legends" title. Now, don't worry, I won't go off on a rant about how he doesn't deserve it and how it was handed to him and yada ya, I'll leave that boring ass cliché shit to the newbies trying to make a name for themselves, I'll leave that to them when this is all over and they want a shot.
*Morrison attempts to ask a question but is instantly cut off by Chino*
Morrison: So...
Chino: This isn't about some title, this isn't about some book, this isn't about ending some blood feud although, that will come at a later date. You see, Jason Myers spent a brief moment readjusting to this life, being away changed him, it changed us all. We've all loved, lost, moved on, suffered. Truth be told, I shouldn't even be wrestling, I got the clearance with my back after a year of training and here I am, Jason, you got your eyes set on a prize, kudos to you, let me remind you exactly who you're stepping in the ring with, yeah its easy to remind you that i'm a hall of famer, or a mutli time world champ, or even that I call the shots around here! So if you think for a second I'm going to let you run wild because that's your intention, ah ah, not gonna happen. Doesn't matter if its IIW, NWA, CZW,ECW, TNA, you can throw the entire alphabet at me, no matter where we dance, I'll be the one choosing the music.
Morrison: Do you have any sort of game plan for this triple threat?
Chino: Yeah, actually I do! Remember how I said I call the shots around here? People don't seem to understand what that means, well. Osh wants to go handing out titles to people and I know I said I wouldn't touch on how it was handed to him, and I won't. What I will say is this, if Dan thinks that his first title defense of this so called Legends title is going to be easy he's in for a rude awakening.
*Morrison attempts to speak but once again is cut off by Chino*
Chino: See when people hear LEGENDS they anticipate great things, Dan, Jason, Osh, we can't have a Legends title match and have it involve three of the most influential hardcore wrestlers known to man and not have some sort of hardcore inspiration. WITH that being said, AS the general manager and commish of the IIW, I Greg "Chino" Monto hearby make KKND's Legends Title match a NO DQ, FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE match!
Morrison: Don't you think youre throwing your power around? This is not what the fans expected!
Chino: Mikey, youre absolutely right, this isn't what the fans expected. go do me a favor, go check in about 15 minutes the amount of people who are searching IIW, This match, this match will be legendary, By all means, we can't have a legends title Mikey and not have legendary matches! We gotta set the bar! You have three legends in the ring after a decade away you take full advantage of the opportunity at hand! KKND, Chino vs DiStoner Vs Myers. No DQ, falls count anywhere. Dan, watch your back, and your front. The chair shot will be repaid! Oi Myers!
*Chino chuckles and grins as he looks at the camera*
Chino: Myers....I haven't forgotten about Japan....debts will be repaid, the rugs are being ripped from under your feet! Nothing shall be swept away, at Kill Krush and Destroy, Lives will change once again. When I am standing over your fallen broken bodies wherever I choose to end the match whether it be backstage, the loading docks, maybe even the boiker room. Your guess is as good as mine, there will be blood, oh yes my friends, there WILL be blood, Grab your shitting pants because boys, you're in for a nasty adventure!
*Morrison attempts to speak but Chino rips the mic from his hand and pushes him out of his office, Chino then proceeds to throw the mic at Michaels' feet and closes the door on his face as the scene fades to black*
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Post by Dan Distoner on Mar 19, 2021 2:49:45 GMT
Scene opens with the lovely Lynn looking at her cell phone and then flipping the camera on her phone and we see IIW Legends Champion standing at a desk talking on the phone. Buckling his belt
DISTONER:So you are sure everything is set for this Sunday? Perfect!!!
Lynn zooms the camera in on the desk and we see the new Jason Myers shirt hanging off the desk.
DiStoner: Ok. Let's get outta here. Before the Commish gets back. Don't need him to catch wind of this prank. While I'm here at least.
As Distoner and Lynn exit the office. A short Chinese man stops them with two bags of food in his hand.
Chinaman: Mista Monto orfice? He ordah from Hang Lo House of Chinese. Prese tell him we ran out of Cream of Sum Yang gai. But gave him Wonton soup instead.
Distoner hands the delivery guy a 10 dollar tip and takes the bags in to The office. Now revealed to be Chino. The Commissioner of IIWs office.
Distoner: May as well be nice and set it up on the desk. If I know Greg. He ordered the Pupu platter. Which will make 2 for him today. Hand me that soup babe. And watch this.
Distoner proceeds to open the Wonton soup. And guzzle down the broth. Leaving the three wontons alone in the bowl. He sets the bowl on the desk and proceeds to unzip his pants and the next sound heard is Dan reliving himself in the bowl with wontons.
DiStoner: Ok we really gotta go babe.
As they leave the office and begin to turn the corner. Chino is seen walking down the hall. DiStoner approaches him.and a stare down ensues.
Distoner: Greg, when are you gonna realize. No matter what you do. Nothing is gonna stop me from climbing to the top of IIW.
Chino: After Sunday Dan. You won't be able to walk. Let alone climb. After I beat your ass. I'm gonna beat Jason's ass. And walk out with that belt that Osh just gave you. Ya know. I don't agree with anything that Jason Myers says. But he is right about one thing. You don't care about that championship.
He gives Lynn a long look and sneers at her.
Chino: Just like back in NWA with Katie. All you have ever cared about is smoking bud and getting your dick wet. Are you gonna use this one up and cast her aside with all the other drugged out rejects that are normally on your arm?
Distoner glares at Chino and shoves him. Chino shoves back and Lynn gets between them and begins to direct Dan away.
DiStoner: You know what Greg. I can't wait til Sunday. Nothing is gonna be sweeter than ending your career again. Before it even gets started. But I will tell ya what. Today I'm gonna let your snide comment about Lynn slide. I was even gonna come to your office later and collect the money from you. Hang Lo just delivered your lunch and since I was in the vicinity. I took the liberty of paying for it and left it on your desk. Enjoy your wonton soup. I hear it's a new reci-pee.
DiStoner and Lynn head down the corridor towards the exit of the IIW Arena.
Chino heads back towards his office. Walks in and sees the food laid out nicely on his desk. Instead of using a spoon. Chino opens the bowl of soup and begins to pour it in his mouth. Seconds later he spits it out of his mouth.
Chino: Piss. Really mother fucker. What can I wipe my face off with?
He sees the shirt hanging off the desk and grabs it. And begins to wipe off his face. As he pulls the shirt away he smells the air and we see a brown streak just above his lip.
Chino: Either I just farted. Or something smells like shit in he.....
As he is speaking Chino looks down at his chair. And sees two giant turds on it.
Chino: I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch. He knows the history of this chair. How my Grandpa Chuck built it with his own two hands. He didn't just shit on me. He shit on every member of my family.
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Post by Jason Myers on Mar 19, 2021 16:21:08 GMT
The scene opens to a press conference being held backstage at the arena Krush Kill N' Destroy is due to be held in. A room full of cameramen and interviewers from local papers and TV studios are on hand, with a large backdrop with the KKND logo, and the faces of Myers, DiStoner & Chino are displayed, the freshly unveiled IIW Legends Championship draped over Dan's shoulder in the backdrop. As the commotion dies down, Myers enters, carrying a black velvet bag which looks as if it weighs a fair bit as he approaches the table with a microphone next to his seat. He places the bag on the table before sitting down, taking a drink of water as he speaks;
''Thank you all for your time. Before I answer your questions, I'd like to make a statement''
Myers then reaches into the bag which had both the WWA World Title and the NWA World Titles Myers once won as he puts them on display and speaks;
''These are two of my most prized possessions. I fought and clawed my way to win these. They were never handed to me on a silver platter. I took great pride in making damn sure I beat whoever stood in my way to win these. Did I have help along the way? You're damn right I did. But I was never literally handed a Title I never earned, but hey, if Osh wants to run his company like a day-care centre and hand people things when they whine and bitch, that isn't any of my business''
Myers then takes a brief pause, signalling that he has finished as the first reporter places his hand up and stands up; ''Mr. Myers, Mike Walton from the Daily Bugle. You say you spent the duration of the lockdown period training to get back in the ring. What was that like trying to get back into the mindset you were at somewhat 13 years ago?''
''It wasn't easy. I knew I had to get back into good shape, I knew that I couldn't slip up because it would take me back to square one. I swore off drinking alcohol, cleaned myself up and woke my ass up. There was no room for failure. But when I stood in the middle of the ring a few weeks back, any signs of doubt had left my mind. Next question please''
''Bruce Grohl, New York Times. Mr Myers, do you dare to comment on how you perceive Chino's lack of attention aimed toward yourself, you could even say he's overlooking you and not taking you as serious as Dan DiStoner, and what are your thoughts on Chino who was some power backstage being in a high profile Championship bout?''
''Oh believe me I've been paying attention to how Chino has been acting toward me. I have to say, it's a huge overlook on his part because he knows what I'm truly capable of in and out of that ring. I don't care much for management, they're about as useful as a chocolate fireguard, and I'm not one to care very much that someone of power is in a Championship match. As long as you can go in the ring, that's all fine and dandy, but make no mistake about it, whatever happens in that ring, Greg and Dan better know that the Myers they faced all of those years ago, I'm operating on an entirely different level''
''Adam Pacitti from Cultaholic Wrestling. Mr. Myers, what are your thoughts on the type of shenanigans Dan DiStoner has been getting up to to mess with Chino? Do you think Dan DiStoner is perhaps overlooking you as well?'
''First off big fan of what you guys do over at Cultaholic. Keep up the good work. Do I think I'm being overlooked? Absolutely. I think that Dan and Greg just can't help but fight each other and pull pranks on one another to get under the other ones skin. I don't pull pranks and I don't pull punches, so when that bell rings there'll be no time for piss covered dumplings or shit covered t-shirts. We're here to wrestle, not write a TV sitcom or a Will Ferrell movie''
''Simon Miller, WhatCulture Wrestling. Mr. Myers, I know you've been in some violent matches, but are you not concerned after so many years away from the ring that your body will be able to handle the type of match Chino has cooked up?''
''I'm not concerned. Not one bit. They can throw any type of match type my way. My life I've thrived on being challenged and took to my limits in any type of environment. Throw any type of match my way, that is irrelevant. The result will remain the same, me standing over DiStoner and Chino's bloody carcasses as I stand tall. Thank you all for your time''
Myers then stands up, grabbing both Championships but before he can leave, Dan DiStoner makes his presence known, posing with the IIW Legends Championship, holding a bong in his hand, signalling to the reporters to settle down as aims his attention towards Myers;
''Myers you go on about how you got clean and sober, not that I'd know what that's like personally, but I saw how you went to see your daddy's gravesite a few days back, and noticed you went into details about how he was took from you to soon. Now that's a damn shame but I gotta say I did a bit of digging and you aren't being entirely truthful about how your old man died now are ya?
Myers, with a look of concern stares daggers into DiStoner as he takes a hit from his bong before carrying on;
''Did ya tell the world how your daddy was drunk as shit and pissed off the wrong guy? About how he slapped the ass of the guys girl, right in front of your momma? Yeah I did some digging and learned the truth. Your daddy was about as faithful as a priest in a choirboy section. Shame, your momma was a real cutie pie. You must've gotten your ugly ass looks from your pops, before his ass was rotting on a cold table for his autopsy. When I'm done with your ass you'll be thanking me. Either that, or hoping your momma aborted your sorry ass. See ya Sunday''
DiStoner throws a Myers t-shirt drenched in his sweat in and the face of Myers as he walks off laughing, security guards restraining Myers as he seethes at Dan as the scene fades.
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Post by Dan Distoner on Mar 20, 2021 4:29:32 GMT
CHINO EATS ASS
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