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Post by Osh Vaughan on Mar 21, 2021 1:14:53 GMT
TV Title No.1 Contenders Rogue vs Stoner vs These 2 men put in impressive performances at the PPV now they both have the chance to stake a claim for a shot at Anthony Phoenix’s TV Title!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2021 6:39:05 GMT
The door to Rogue's locker room flies open from getting kicked inward after the loud thud is heard from Rogue's boot. Rogue is leaning his weight on Cora, who is still struggling to assist him. Slowly, the two drag their feet into the locker room, and Cora leans over, letting Rogue slam onto his ass on the metal bench inside. Rogue leans against the brick wall painted a baby blue color, smearing his blood onto it. Rogue moans in pain, and grabs onto his elbow that is giving him problems. As Rogue leans and grasps his elbow, he leans his head forward and closes his eyes, trying to get a few seconds of rest.
Cora hurries over to the refrigerator and grabs a big 750 mL glass bottle of Perrier carbonated mineral water out of it. Rogue zones out for a second, falling asleep.
Rogue - Ahh! Fuck!
Two members of the medical staff are standing over Rogue, spraying wound cleaner into various small cuts on Rogue's arms.
Rogue - Damn! Warn me next time. Shit, that hurts!
The medical staff take turns spraying the wound cleaner, and using clean wipe towels to wipe the areas clean.
Cora - Here baby (Cora cracks the seal to the spin-off top of the bottle of water) Drink this.
Cora tilts the bottle forward as Rogue opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out. Cora splashes a steady stream of the water into his mouth. Some smacks Rogue's tongue, but most of it makes it's way into his mouth.
Rogue - Fuck I'm so thirsty. More. More.
Cora tilts the bottle some more, and lets Rogue take a few big chugs of the water as the medical personnel continue cleaning him up.
Rogue - Am I gonna need stitches?
Medical Staffer #1 - No Rogue. Surprisingly once we clean you up, you'll be good to go. Just take it easy for the next week. You got banged up pretty fucking bad in there.
Rogue - No stitches? Wow. It feels like I got hit by a Mack Truck.
Medical Staffer #2 - You're probably pretty dehydrated and feeling light headed. The little blood loss you have on top of being so dehydrated is probably making you feel like absolute shit right now, but you're going to be okay.
Cora - Thanks guys. Rogue, drink some more.
Cora tilts the bottle again, but this time Rogue lifts his left arm and grabs the large bottle, and guides the tip into his mouth. Rogue chugs the rest of the bottle. Rogue tosses the empty bottle on the floor near the garbage can, and it breaks into pieces.
Rogue - Shit. Sorry guys.
Cora - I'll clean it. Don't worry about it.
Cora hurries over to the refrigerator.
Cora - What else can I get you? Another water?
Rogue - No, no. (Rogue burps) Do we have any of those cans of cold brew nitro black coffees in there?
Cora - Coming up.
Rogue - Fuck yeah.
Medical Staffer #1 - Be careful with those. Too much caffeine when your dehydrated might make you feel worse.
Rogue - I need to celebrate somehow. Cora, bring me that nitro coffee, and another water to even it out.
Cora - Gotcha.
Cora walks over to Rogue and pops the metal tab on the nitro coffee, handing it to him. Rogue chugs the 12 ounce drink, then motions for the water. Cora twists the top off, and hands it to him. He starts sipping on the water as the medical staffers continue spraying and wiping his wounds.
Rogue - I feel like absolute shit. Nitro and Hawkins.... those two around?
Cora - No. They aren't around. I'd imagine they are pretty beat up right now too.
Rogue - Well, good. I have no qualms with Nitro, but Hawkins can kiss my ass. I hope he's hurtin' right now. Hopefully I taught his ass a lesson.
Cora - You did babe. You definitely did.
Rogue sets the bottle of water down on the bench next to him, and rips his sweat and blood stained tank top off. Cora walks over to the corner of the room and a grabs a big fan. She plugs it in and aims it right at Rogue.
Rogue - Ah. Shit. Thanks Cora. You're helping me a lot right now. I appreciate you.
Cora - Anything for you. Always.
Medical Staffer #1 - Well Rogue.. I lied..
Rogue - What do you mean you lied? What's wrong?
Medical Staffer #1 - You're gonna need stitches.
Rogue - Shit!
Medical Staffer #1 - Yeah, you had the tank top on. Didn't see this shard of glass in your pec. It's not that bad. We're just gonna yank it out and clean it out, then stitch ya up.
Rogue - Get on with it, please.
Cora walks up next to Rogue and grabs onto his left hand. The medical staffer takes a pair of stainless steel surgical pliers and locks the tip onto the shard of glass. Rogue clinches his right fist hard and makes a painful facial expression. He clinches onto Cora's hand tightly, and the medical staffer yanks the glass shark out of his pec area.
Rogue - (Groaning) Fuuuauarrckck!
Medical Staffer #2 - We're gonna get ya patched up and back to normal, bud.
More spraying and wiping is done by the staffers, followed by the prepping of a needle and stitching line. Cora hands Rogue a couple of Ibuprofen. Rogue swallows the pills as he gets about ten stitches in his chest. They cover Rogue's cut with some plastic wrap and medical tape.
Medical Staffer #2 - Go ahead and take a nice hot shower Rogue. Cora, you should watch him and make sure he doesn't fall in the shower or anything.
Cora - Got it. Thanks.
Rogue - Hey, thanks guys.
They nod as they leave Rogue's locker room.
Cora - I'm gonna get the shower started for you. I'll get the water hot and make it steamy in there for you before you get in.
Rogue - Thanks Cora.
Cora walks to the back of the locker room and walks into a doorway leading to a big open shower area. As Cora is preparing the shower, Rogue leans down and grabs his cell phone out of his bag from under the bench. He scrolls through the contacts, stopping on a name -
(Ryan "Babi Boi" Hawkins)
Rogue clicks on the contact name.
Rogue clicks compose message.
Rogue, getting himself together as well as he can starts texting a message to Hawkins.
"Hey Hawkins.... Babi Boi.... I hope you're hurt, but I hope you're alive. Nice match, ya fucking prick. I hope you learned a lesson from that ass whooping. I know I learned a lot from delivering it. Be yourself.....
P.S. - I left you your belt outside of your locker room. Have it.
- Rogue"
Rogue hits send on his phone, and locks it. He tosses the phone back into his bag and zips the bag shut. The door opens leading to the shower, and Rogue's eyes widen. Rogue smiles and starts nodding his head up and down.
Cora - Rogue (she whispers from the shower area) Come and take me.
Rogue - I'm coming Cora.
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Three nights and two days later -
The camera opens up showing the outside of a small, cozy and dark hipster cafe somewhere in downtown Austin, Texas. Inside some yellow-tone lights and Christmas style strings of multi-colored lights are the only light provided for about a dozen customers inside who are there reading, listening to music, or working on their laptops. It's about 6:00 AM, so the sky is dark, but not pitch-black. It's the start of the day. The air is crisp and the sky looks that early morning blue color that you remember seeing when you walked to elementary school. Small chatter is heard inside of the cafe.
Next, we see Rogue and Cora standing at the front of the store, putting in an order. Rogue is dressed in black casual Puma shoes, navy blue Adidas sweat pants and a baggy black hoodie. Cora is wearing black vans, black leggings, a baggy black hoodie, and a dark purple Adidas beanie.
Cora - I'll take a large iced coffee with a double espresso shot. He will have two large black iced coffees. And uhh, the eggs and cheese burrito for me. Rogue, what do you want to eat?
Rogue - I'll have the avocado toast and a bacon and egg burrito. Thanks.
Cora hands the cashier some money as they wait at the register for their drinks.
Rogue - How about Austin, huh? Not a bad city.
Cora - It's not Chicago, but it's pretty cute.
Rogue - Yeah, it's not Chicago.
The barista walks up to the counter and hands Rogue and Cora their drinks.
Barista - The food will be ready in a few. Just grab a seat and get comfortable. I'll bring it out to you.
Rogue - Thank you.
Rogue and Cora walk over to a more private area of the cafe, in the corner, where theres a couple of really inviting couches and a large square marble table. Theres a small lamp on the table emanating an orange tone of light. The ambiance of this cafe is something familiar to Rogue and Cora. It's a feeling that brings them comfort. A "home" feel.
Rogue and Cora set their drinks down on the table. They take a seat on one of the couches, and Rogue stretches his legs out under the table, groaning while he does it, still feeling the damage done to him from his recent boiler room brawl. Cora tucks her feet under her butt and cozies up next to Rogue, pulling out her phone. She scrolls through her phone.
Cora - Mayhem card is up.
Rogue - Who I got?
Cora - Stoner.
Rogue - Stoner?
Cora - Stoner. Says it's a number one contender match for the TV title.
Rogue - David "Stoner" Hilm.
Cora - That's the one Rogue.
Rogue - Another hardcore guy.
Cora - Another hardcore guy. Yeah. This one can jump kinda far too. He does all kinds of high flying, crazy shit.
Rogue - I saw. He had a few cool things he did at KKND. He hit Hale Cassidy with The Roach Clip. Pretty cool move. Pretty creative. Devastating. He laid a ladder on Russell Wayne and hit a Swanton Bomb onto it. I mean, it was cool, but that was dumb. He probably hurt himself more than he hurt Wayne to be honest. He also leveled the hell out of Jesse James with a chair shot.
IIW just keeps throwing dangerous, hardcore type sons-uh-bitches my way, don't they?
Cora - They sure do. It must mean they see your value though, no?
Rogue - That may be the case. Actually, yeah, for sure. After KKND, they have to see what I bring. Shit, if Stoner was good enough to compete for a Key 2 Success, and now I'm facing him for a TV title shot, the IIW must know about me now. They really got to see what I'm capable of.
Cora - And when you win, you get a shot at the TV title. That's a big deal. Rogue - It is a big deal. It is. This Stoner guy, though. Tough to read him. He's the lovable pothead type, but a high-flying madman. He gives his moves cute little stoner names, like The Bong Hit, and Roach Clip.
Oh dang, I just realized. Stoner is from Texas, ain't he?
Cora - He is. We're in his home state.
Rogue - Last time I saw him on any from of IIW television, he was smoking weed, swiping on Tinder, working out by bench pressing a 45 pound barbell. Or, "warming up" as he called it. Never did see the man leak a drop of sweat.
Rogue takes a big drink from one of his iced coffees. Cora sips on hers.
Barista - Foods ready. Sorry for the wait y'all. Enjoy!
The Barista sets the two plates onto the table.
Cora - Thank you. Looks great.
Rogue sits slumped on the couch, with his legs still stretched out, bewildered.
Cora - What Rogue?
Rogue - It's just..... This Stoner guy. Like, who the fuck is he? Apparently he's some kind of a legend. I just have no negative feelings towards this guy.
Cora - You don't always have to have a major issue with everyone you face.
Rogue - True, but it helps.
Cora - I could see that. I guess this is just going to be a normal, straight-forward match for you then?
Rogue - Seems so. He's exciting, the wrestling fans love him, he doesn't really talk shit. Hell, even I kinda like the guy. The lovable, high-as-hell Stoner. He seems authentic. No fake shit from Stoner. No need to make an example of this one.
Cora - If you say so Rogue. Just don't take him lightly.
Rogue smiles at Cora.
Rogue - I don't take anyone lightly. I won't take David "Stoner" Hilm lightly either.
Rogue sits up a little and leans over, grabbing his burrito from the plate. He takes a giant bite out of it and sets the burrito back down on the plate. Cora takes a bite of her burrito too, chewing it up as she leans back into the couch. Rogue picks up his avocado toast and folds one of the pieces in half, shoving the whole thing into his mouth, chewing it obnoxiously on purpose to gross out Cora.
Cora - Ewww Rogue. You know I hate it when you chew your food like that. Stop that shit.
Rogue smirks a bit and nods as he laughs. Rogue finishes swallowing his mouthful of food and takes another swig of his iced coffee to wash it down.
Rogue - (Leaning closer to the camera)
Stoner. I see you spent a little bit of time researching your KKND opponents last week. Or you claimed you did, at least. Theres no need for you to research me. I'll tell you everything you need to know. Ready?
I started here in IIW about a month ago. In that time, I have destroyed three people on IIW Combat, wiped out one arrogant jerk on Mayhem, and defeated two of the most dangerous men in IIW at KKND in a match type that favors their strengths.
I took the title that meant the world from one of those dangerous men, and I tossed it back at the ground after conquering him. Not only am I undefeated, but I have climbed the ranks in this company faster than any other new talent it's seen step through those doors. I say that I am going to do something, and I just go and do it.
Now the IIW is giving me this amazing opportunity to move on from owning the Hardcore division to test my skills in the TV title hunt, and theres only one thing standing in my way right now. That one thing is YOU, Stoner.
You are what stands in my path. And just like the six men before you, I have to knock you down to take what I want. It won't be easy. I have seen your abilities. You can GO. You can definitely GO. You just can't GO, like I can.
I'm sorry Stoner. You're a likable dude. Show up at Mayhem ready to give your best effort, but just know that you won't be able to stop a motivated ME. Your ass is mine in ten days, and the TV title is mine after that.
And hell, maybe we can even light up after the match. We can celebrate my win together.
Rogue grabs his burrito and takes another bite. He chews it up and swallows it, washing it down with another drink of coffee.
I am Rogue.... Just Rogue....
I am whatever I need to be, in the moment.
The scene goes black.
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Cora Black is shown in a small, dark room, slightly illuminated by lit candles. She's wearing a sheer purple dress, and black undergarments. Her face is painted all white, and shes wearing contact lenses making her eyes entirely black.
Cora - Oh Stoner. Stoner, Stoner, Stoner.... Rogue is being so nice right now. With all of this success lately, he sure has been in such a good mood. But make no mistake, he's not going light on you when you two face off. No, no, no. That's where I come in. The same way that Rogue has had my back, and taken care of me for the past several years, I plan on returning the favor. I love that man, and he loves me. Any moment where he loses focus, any moment where he shows a sign of defeat, any moment where he needs a helping hand.... I will be there for him.
If Rogue needs to take this match to deeper depths than he ever has, I will make sure he does it. That's what I'm willing to do for him. He has a shot at becoming the number one contender for the TV Championship, and I will be there to make sure he gets it.
Rogue will defeat you. One way or another.
Cora walks to the left, and stands next to a small black dresser with a large mirror above it. She opens one of the drawers, and pulls out a deck of medieval style cards.
She shuffles the cards, and pulls a random card from the middle of the deck. She holds the card with it's back to the camera. The camera zooms in on the mirror. The mirror reveals the face side of the card, showing Stoner with an X through his face.
Cora - Sssshhhhhh....
The scene fades to black as all of the candles go out, except for a couple, leaving Cora's face visible in the mirror.
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Post by Stoner on Mar 26, 2021 19:39:44 GMT
Stoner NC-17 Nathan Wisdom The Doctor
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The flimsy patient's gown offers little protection from the persistent cold of the doctor's office as Stoner rubs his arms in a futile attempt to generate heat. Stupid hospitals and their need for sanitized environments. Stoner reaches into the gown, his hand somehow emerging with a joint. His eyes widen and light up with a brilliance that can only possibly be matched by the warm incandescence of the ember that was only moments away from bei-
The flame mere centimeters away, a hand snatches the joint from Stoner's grasp, his hopes crushed worse than the skull of the unfortunate fellow who met with Stoner's chair in the Keys 2 Success match. Stoner can only stare pitifully at NC-17.
Can't do this shit here you fucking idiot.
Stoner shrugs and begins kicking his feet to get rid of nervous energy.
Why? Because it might compromise the sterilization of the facilities?
The curtain slides open with such force that Stoner nearly hops off the bed, his ass squeaking on the leather cushion. The cart of the one and only Nathan Wisdom rolls forward, the animated man on screen looking confused.
No. Well, that too I guess. But mostly because you're back in Texas, and its illegal here.
Yeah dipshit. Don't care how white you are, you don't have the money to get away with crime yet.[/color]
Stoner snaps his fingers. Curses, foiled again. With great despair he tucks the joint away into his hair as his flailing legs make contact with some kind of straps attached to a couple bars on the medical bed. His eyes narrow as he begins to really look around the room for the first time.
Are you going to tell me why the fuck you're in a hospital room?
Hehe. Urine.
NC-17 rolls his eyes and balls his fists. It turns out potty humor is beneath even him. Before he can escalate to violence Nathan rolls in the way.
No no. Its a urine analysis.
So why's he in a fucking gown?
He insisted.
Waitaminute, back the fuck up. They're making the god damned Stonerman take a piss test?
Stoner points at NC-17, alert and invested into the conversation once again.
That's what I thought! I was promised that mind-altering substances would not be a disqualifier for employment. But, as it would turn out, performance enhancing substances are still a dealbreaker. Its not important, I need you guys to help me talk strategy!
NC-17 brofists Stoner. Word. Who's the fucking victim?
Rogue.
Like the god damned X-Man?
I think you're just supposed to say woman.
NC-17's hated for comedy bits seethes from his every pore. Before he can start in on an expletive-ridden rant, Stoner allows himself a moment to laugh before shaking his head and continuing.
Nah though. Dude's a real one this time. Can throw down like the good ol' days. The longing in Stoner's voice begins to grow as he stares off into infinity. Chairs. Barbed wire. Ladders. Legos.
Its just Lego. Its its own plural. Like Pokemon.
Stoenr throws a bedpan at Nathan who deftly dodges the discarded doody.
VIOLENCE! After years of waiting I once again get to grace the IIW ring with glorious, magnificent violence. We are only mere weeks away from ta-
Says here that its a normal one-fall match. But winner gets a shot at the TV Title so you have that going for you.
NC-17's pure belly-laugh rings out, burning into Stoner's soul as he lowers his gaze to the floor, closes his eyes and lets out a single chuckle. A chuck? The singular would be a chuck, right?
Damn. Ok. Ok. We got this. He seems a nice fella, right? It'd be a shame for us to blow our whole wad now when there's time for us to get to know one another. Right? Who knows? I might even take him under my wing.
He's currently undefeated in IIW. You've been in a single match, one which had two opportunities to obtain victory. You took neither.
Stoner gives a hearty chuck as he reaches down and begins to strap his legs in to the devices located near his feet. NC-17 watches in confusion for a moment.
You know you gotta be the first motherfucker in wrestling history to be 0 and 2 from a single fucking match.
Truly a testament to your in-ring prowess and mastery over the sport of professional wrestling.
Stoner's smile would warm the coldest of hearts.
Ain't it though?
A quick double-knock at the door before it begins to swing open as Stoner accidentally activates the stirrups on his hospital bed, flinging his legs open and exposing his ass and genitals to everyone except the camera.
Ms. Hilm we have your results although they're ve-
Through the door walks a small woman of the Caucasian persuasion. She glances up from her chart to see Stoner's mortified expression. The chart in her hand is flung across the room, Nathan's cart barely shifting out of the way of disaster.
What's up doc? Anyway guys, strategy should be simple this time. Knock him down until he stops getting up.
Why is there so much hair?!
Try not to hit him with a chair.
Or a fucking ladder.
Its an inch long!!
I know you're in the middle of being traumatized right now doc but I'm gonna need you to specify for the audience what you're talking about there.
The hair! The hair is just... There's so much! Do you dye it too?! I can see the roots!
As a general rule, just try not to hit him with anything that isn't a part of your body.
Stoner tries to lower the stirrups but only manages to flail his body a little.
Do you assholes really think I don't know how a wrestling match works?
Nathan and NC-17 both go silent as they give him a knowing look laced with judgement.
Ok that's fair.
They gynecologist collapses in a heap as Stoner reaches forward, straining against his own gut to free himself from the stirrups with no success. Nathan and NC-17, on the same page for some reason, smile to one another and nod.
Little help here fellas?
Fat fucking chance bruh.
Stoner's friends exit the room, Nathan taking extra caution not to run over the unconscious doctor's leg. Stoner curses under his breath as the door closes. Flopping his body back so his head hangs upside down over the edge of the bed he addresses the camera directly.
Look. Rogue. I know this looks bad for me and all right now. But as far as bad situations go this is like a three out of ten kinda bad. I've been in much worse, both in and out of the ring. So don't you fret none about whether or not the ol' Stonerman is going to make it to our little dance party, 'k? I know that this particular match doesn't play to our strengths but hey.
There's always next time.
I'm sure we'll get it all sorted out. In the meantime good buddy?
Don't get smoked.[/font]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2021 1:21:17 GMT
A strong gust of air pushes against Rogue's face, sending his hair swaying to one side, waking him up from his nap on the bench in his locker room. Rogue pops up to a sitting position and looks around, a little startled. Rogue grabs his Terminator tank top and throws it on, rubbing his arms from being cold.
Rogue - Cora?.... Fuck it's freezing in here.
It's just a few hours after Rogue defeated D'Negs on Combat with a dominating performance.
Rogue - Cora?....
The main door of their locker room slowly creeps open, making a squeaking noise until theres a few feet of opening.
Rogue - What the?
Rogue slowly stands up, rubbing his eyes, trying to clear the sleepy stuff away. Cora is shown standing in the doorway wearing a form-fitting white dress.
Cora - Sorry if I woke up. Did you get a good nap?
Rogue - Yeah.... Yeah, I did. Where you been?
Cora - I was just getting some fresh air. You dominated out there tonight. You're ready for Stoner, Rogue.
Rogue - I am. And Stoner doesn't know what's heading his way. He successfully pissed me off now.
Cora - Yeah. I saw it too.
Cora steps into the locker room, and uses a leg to drag the door shut behind her. Rogue sits back down on the bench, and Cora sits next to him, placing her hand on his thigh.
Rogue - Stoner is either really stupid, or is purposely playing it off like he doesn't care about this to try to get in my head. Either way, I'm too focused on this TV belt to allow him to ruin my focus.
Cora - Well, you said having issues with your opponent helps you. Now you have something to use as fuel.
Rogue - I do. A little something extra that will certainly go a long way in this match. Fuck Stoner.
Rogue stands up from the bench, letting Cora's hand drag off of his leg.
Cora - You goin somewhere?
Rogue - Let's get out of here. Lets go get a hotel for a few nights. I'm tired of this arena.
Cora - Let's go, Rogue.
They stand up and grab their bags, and walk out of the scene. The camera shows the bloody stains on their locker room wall from after Rogue's KKND match.
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One night later.
Rogue is sunk in a large black puffy chair in a dimly lit common area of a budget hotel. Most of the light is coming from the check in area thats only about forty feet from where he's sitting, lighting up the right side of his face. He's wearing some faded blue jeans and his black leather jacket, with his left leg rested horizontally across his right leg with his hands rested on his lap. He leans to the right a little and grabs a hold of his iced coffee from a small table next to his chair. Rogue takes a drink, then puts the coffee back down on the table.
Rogue - IIW supporters.. supporters of me.. We find ourselves once again just a week away from another big match. A pivotal point in my IIW career. How is it... that show after show, I continue making these same statements? Career changing.. Defining.. Opportunity opening..
Rogue smirks.
Rogue - It's because I've earned my place. I came into IIW with ambition. More ambitions than most. I've ruffled a few feathers early on, and finished on top. Time after time. Time and time again. That is just my story so far.. but things keep getting better. Better and BETTER. Three weeks of smashing people on combat. Three premier talents that I've removed from my way to get to this exact moment. To the IIW now, I am undeniable. So, I'm sure now that the men in charge in this company know me. They know my name, they know what I'm all about. They know what I'm capable of. They are feeding me opportunities, because they trust I will do the most with these opportunities. They give me a legend like Stoner.
Or did they give Stoner, ME? Hmm, let's think about this together.
I have been thinking a lot today. Does IIW really believe in me? Is that why they are giving me this opportunity? Or.... OR.... did IIW see the legend Stoner lose at KKND, and think they were tossing him a comeback match by lining him up with me?.... So many questions. The IIW wouldn't do a legend dirty and feed him to an upcoming top competitor like myself, because they want him to lose, right? Maybe. Maybe not.
Or theres another possibility. The final of three possibilities. Maybe the IIW knows we are both going to give it our all, and may the best man win in the end. Thats a nice thought. Thats a really nice thought. Isn't it, Stoner?
Rogue twists to the right and left, trying to crack his back and get more comfortable while he ponders. He adjusts his jacket, and grabs onto one of his black Converse shoes, pulling his leg closer to his body.
Rogue - But my experiences with large companies leads me to believe, the third possibility isn't a reality. Companies always do whats best for business. So whats the truth? Stoner, does the IIW give so little of a shit about you, that they are willing to feed you to me, setting up a banger of a match between Rogue and Phoenix for the strap? Is that whats best for business? Does your status here mean jack shit to them?
Or does the IIW want Rogue to be the bounce-back victory for their lovable legend Stonerman to get back to his old ways? Either way, I can tell you that we both have a reason to be pissed. But hey, at the end of the day, fuck what's best for the IIW anyway. I'm going to do what's best for myself and my love Cora. Whether that means the IIW does or doesn't get what they want, that can't matter to me....
I just thought it was an interesting thing to think about. Who means more here? Is it Rogue or Stoner?
Well, the fate is in MY hands.
Rogue laces his fingers together and cracks his knuckles, and quickly moves his head to each side to crack his neck.
Rogue - Cora and I didn't agree to sign contracts here and leave our homes behind for the most part, just to fall in line and worry about whats best for business. We came here to go at it with the best of the best. Stoner, are you still the best of the best? Quite frankly, you didn't irritate me at first. But now, you irritate me. Every time I saw you, you were being this quirky, care-free type. Not a bad word to say about people, not a negative reaction to anything. From the outside looking in, purely as a spectator, it's easy to like you. As an opponent, though, I feel like I have to make an example.
You're just too busy messing around, aren't you? Bullshitting on your phone, pretending to workout. Getting yourself into a weird situation at the hospital, cracking stupid jokes. It's just all a game to you. Perhaps thats what helped you reach legend status. The time you put in, the matches you've been involved in, the entertainment you brought to the fans of this business.... but has it ever been your determination to reach it to the top? Do you even have the ability to take anything serious?
You see, David, when you get in the ring with a guy like me, you have to. I'm not here to entertain. I don't care if people see me on on their televisions and smile or laugh. I didn't come here for that. This shit isn't like a fucking joke to me. This is what I've dedicated almost the past six years of my life to becoming the best I can possibly become at. I've traveled all around the world, wrestling for coffee and hot dogs just to gain experience. I've lived in my truck and ate food that I could steal from gas stations and grocery stores to make it here.
I just hope you come ready. I'm ready to battle a legend. Are you ready to perform like one? I hope so. I hope you feel better and get out of the hospital. Lick your wounds from KKND and meet me for a clash that people will remember. You won't beat me, but at least you can look like a legend in defeat. That's up to you though.
Rogue slowly stands up from the chair and the scene fades to black.
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The scene opens up in the same small, dark, candle lit room we normally see Cora in. The camera pans right, revealing Cora. Cora is wearing a white, tight form-fitting dress and white high heels. Her makeup is done, but looks beautiful instead of her usual scary, witch-like face painting.
Cora - Stoner, you pissed him off. Nice job. As if he wasn't motivated enough.
Cora folds her arms and stands slightly slanted, looking sexy.
Cora - Are you scared yet? Or are you too care-free to know when you should be? Sweet Dreams, David (Cora whispers in a sexy voice).
Cora lifts one of her arms up and snaps her fingers. The candles go out.
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