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Post by Osh Vaughan on Jun 6, 2023 10:50:47 GMT
Match Two
Tag Team Tournament
Standard Tag Team Match
The Mechanics vs The Syndicate (Black And Gold) Kevin Watkins and Hardcore Jono (with Sabrina Masters)
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Post by Mr. Tees on Jun 10, 2023 21:25:36 GMT
Kevin Watkins is shown entering his locker room after showering following a match in which he was victorious, but you’d never know it as due to his face covering, Watkins’ expressions are not readable. Watkins is wearing a black pinstripe suit with matching shoes and a golden color dress shirt that appears to be silk. He is wearing no tie and a golden pocket square as part of this suit. His face is covered with either a black and gold face paint job or a mask of that color scheme. Watkins then notices something, there is some type of blood all over the walls and something actually written in blood on the mirror. Watkins investigates further and notices various things written along the lines of “Watkins sucks, Watkins is a fraud, Watkins is an imposture, I’m going to get you Watkins!, You’re washed up” etc. Nothing else however appears to be askew in anyway. Watkins looks around and doesn’t see anything or anyone really. Suspecting Hardcore Jono, Watkins goes to confront him when he is cracked in the back of the head with something. it barely phases him but then he is tasered and hit with something else and finally has something wrapped around his throat. He fights back against this unknown assailant but finds himself tasered again in addition to being choked out. This person is obviously powerful to be able to handle Watkins like this even though they seem to be relying on weapons, but hey whatever works.
The mystery assailant leaves apparently and Watkins is placed on the couch. Oddly, all evidence seems to have been erased giving the appearance that Watkins has been “sleeping” and nothing transpired previously. Suddenly, Hardcore Jono burst into the room after previously yelling Watkins’ name several times. Jono is wearing a pair of black and gold windbreaker pants with a matching Syndicate t-shirt.
Hardcore Jono: WATKINS! You fucking asshole! You’re back here sleeping? People are looking for you, you fucking moron now get your ass up we have interviews and photoshoots. It was your dumb ass idea to get us booked in this tag tournament and I have a singles match on a major pay per view around the same time. You wanted this, you got it now you’re taking a fucking nap? You're going to be taking a dirt nap if you don't move your ass!
Watkins gets up and still seems groggy.
Watkins: I was viciously assaulted and strongly suspect you had something to do with it. I can’t think of anyone else who would want to attack me like a gutless coward after vandalizing my locker room. I ought to rid the world of you Jono… you piece of shit!.
Hardcore Jono: What? I didn’t attack you monkey nuts. Maybe some of that crap you dose up on is starting to kill the few braincells you have left. In fact, I doubt anyone attacked you as nothing, not a damn thing is out of place in this room. Now get the fuck up and let’s do what we have to do.
Watkins: But there was blood on the walls, things written in blood, horrible, awful things written in blood and when I went to investigate I was brutally assaulted.
Hardcore Jono: There isn’t any sign of anything, it was probably a drug induced, vivid nightmare. You likely came back here, snorted some crack and then passed out it wouldn’t be the first time and more than likely won’t be the last you crackhead!
Watkins: You’ve got me confused for yourself I don’t do drugs you asshole. I’m clean and straight edge. You’re the one with the questionable “recreational” habits and vices so quit casting shade on me. I ought to wallpaper this room with you.
Hardcore Jono: Bring it on bitch!
The two men prepare to go at it when all of a sudden a bullwhip is cracked and before entering you hear Sabrina Masters’ voice saying
Sabrina Masters: KNOCK IT OFF! You two have a match coming up in a highly important tag team tournament for an opportunity to bring some tag team gold into the Syndicate, finally at long last, don’t screw this up for me as I’ve waited so long for it and won’t be happy if I’m denied this opportunity because of the two of you.
The two men seem to instantly fall in line.
Sabrina Masters: Now would you mind telling me what the hell is going on here?
Hardcore Jono: I went looking for him mistress just like you told me and I find him here passed out on the couch sound asleep and dead to the world. When I confronted him about it he claimed he was “viciously assaulted” by some “unknown assailant” who also happened to “vandalize” his locker room. Yet I saw no evidence of any of this.
Watkins: He did it and covered up the evidence I know he did it, someone attacked me and knocked me out.
Sabrina Masters: Silence! Listen to yourself do you know how ridiculous you sound? Your match was less than twenty minutes ago, you came back here and fell asleep it’s as simple as that. The hallway has been full of people all day, your locker room is literally right on the way to the Gorilla position. There are way too many witnesses for someone to have vandalized this locker room, much less assaulted you.
Watkins: But (is cut off)
Sabrina Masters: Silence! Nothing happened to you, conversation over.
Jono has sort of a smug look on his face as Sabrina Masters gestures both of them toward the door and leads them out to the interview area, where longtime friend and personal Interviewer of the Syndicate “Mr. Wrestling” Tony C is waiting with his own camera man. Tony C for odd reasons is dressed in a suit very similar to Watkins’ only his is black with golden colored pinstripes.
Tony C: How is everyone?
Masters: Good, very good, couldn’t be better.
Hardcore Jono: Can’t complain no one gives a shit. Half of the people you complain to couldn’t care less about your problems and the other half are happy you have them.
Watkins: I feel like I’ve been run over by a freight train but other than that never better.
Tony C: Good to hear are you ready to start?
Masters: Of course we are.
Tony C: Ok lets roll!
The camera man begins filming
Tony C: Hello again peons, peasants and pissants… it’s me… it’s me… “Mr. Wrestling” Tony C and I’m back yet again this time with the brand new Syndicate lead by Sabrina “The Pimpstress” Masters and her two clients who have been entered in this tournament Kevin Watkins and Hardcore Jono. In your first encounter in this tournament, you’ll be facing a team called the “Mechanics” Zeb "The Spider" Webb and "Taboo" Drew Donahue ever heard of them?
Masters: No we haven’t should we have?
Tony C: They are a hot up and coming tag team so I imagine so.
Masters: Who have they beaten? What have they accomplished? Am I missing something? They’ve never faced nor have they beaten the Syndicate and unless/until they’ve had that experience, they’ve done nothing as far as I’m concerned. They might have beaten a few lower ranked teams here and there, but it means nothing. This upcoming match against us will be their highest profile challenge to date and they’ll fail like all of the others. We are winning this damn thing mark my words, that isn’t a prediction it’s a spoiler. “The Spider” will be squashed and “not so taboo” Drew Donahue will learn the true meaning of pain, agony and disappointment. Neither one of these Mechanics are pimpin shit and they know it.
Hardcore Jono: I can’t stand this son of a bitch that I’m teaming with and I’m sure he feels the same way about me. But for some odd, unknown reason we have great chemistry as a tag team. We might occasionally fight and avoid one another like the plague, but once we get into that ring we take out all of our anger, frustration and hatred that we have for one another out on the opposing team and it always seems to work. This match nor any other match will be any different. The team known as the “Mechanics” are in for a violent and unhappy evening on this coming edition of Mayhem. Just like the nightmare that the Swedish meatball known as Adrian "The Robot" Illingworth will be in for the night before at Civil Unrest. A lot of people are going to experience a lot of pain that weekend courtesy of his royal highness “the Undisputed King of Ultraviolence” that is Hardcore Jono. Take it away monkey nuts!
Watkins: The negative feelings I have towards this dickhead are mutual, I really can’t stand him, can’t stand him at all. But what I hate worse is losing and coming up short of achieving goals. I’d love nothing more than to bring a tag team championship into the Syndicate. Donahue and Webb are in for a night of misery and disappointment. It will be quick but it shall not be painless. You two are going to suffer and rue the day you signed on the dotted line to get into the ring with us. We are both alumni of Anarchy Wrestling and that should pretty much tell you all you need to know about the kind of sick bastards that we truly are and how we are more than willing to do absolutely anything in order to get whatever it is that we are after. We thrive on brutality and causing pain. Suffering builds character and the two of you are going to learn and awful lot of character. Whatever doesn’t end your careers or shorten your lives will make you stronger. Think of this as a learning experience if you survive it.
Masters: This interview is over we’ve said all we are going to say. Take your camera crew and beat it Carter before I beat you.
Carter: Ok thanks everyone for joining us this week we’ll have more from Sabrina Masters and the Syndicate another time.
Masters cracks the whip literally and Carter plus the camera man move a sonic speed to get out of there as the scene fades.
Fin
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Post by The Mechanics on Jun 14, 2023 16:31:35 GMT
Place: Jackson, Mississippi Time: 11:11 a.m. (Central Daylight Time) Location: Ruthless Wrestling Academy [The scene opens on a worn out ring inside a weathered rust colored gymnasium. The crackled white-over-black old English style letters on the torn and faded ring apron reads "Ruthless Wrestling Academy." A single spotlight shines down onto the middle of the canvas.] Zeb Webb: Man, this place brings back some memories. Drew Donahue: Ohh Yeah. Both bad and good. Lost count how many good folks left here leaning on a crutch or in a cast thanks to The Southern Shooter taking personal liberties but the Mississippi Mauler had a motto, wise words if you WHEEL!! (Said in a twangy, lipsy, southern country boy accent.) "Everyone pays their dues, Bay-Bee!" [The unpainted wooden planks shift and squeak on the loose nailed floor as Zeb Webb paces around "The Hall of Pain". This section is dedicated to every wrestler who broke a bone and graduated from the Ruthless Wrestling Academy. Hanging on the plain white walls in dusted up, web covered 6 by 8 inch picture frames are the most prominent graduates. More affectionately known amongst themselves and their fanbase as the "Pioneers of Wrestling".] [This select group of individuals includes "Astonishing" Aston Riker. One of the youngest and most controversial world Champs in the Company's history. The still frame picture shows "The Face of WWX" AKA "The Trendsetter" pampering his blonde pompadour while posing in the ring for a photoshoot with only the customized hot pink fur pelt designer championship caressing his sexy ab muscled waistline.] [The next framed photograph adorning the worn out old walls reveals Former WWX HardKore champion "The Pioneer of Violence" Erik "E. Legal" Killings stapling a pink slip into a fired opponent's forehead.]
Zeb Webb: There's names most guys never heard. Names like "The Human Wrecking Ball" RAZE. "High Caliber" Caleb Leber. The Blade Club which consists of "The Hebrew Hitman" Ezra Zion. Justice "JUMBO" Johnston and Blayde Archer. The Navajo nation native was the founder and leader of The Blade Club, known for their infamous cut throat slashing hand gesture and unique choice of bladed weapons used after a match. This is our heritage, our history and it will continue on by following in the footsteps of all those who paved the way before us for people like us to do what we do today.
Drew Donahue: Win and Entertain! That's what we do best Kevin Watkins! Yer gonna need a swear jar after using all these colorful words and if you boys don't pay up then we're just going to take a payment or two outta The Syndicate's ass inside that ring! Hardcore Jono!! You are already looking past us and ahead to your big upcoming Premium Live Event. Sabrina Masters!!! It's only fair that I warn you.. I'm a MASTER of the LIPLOCK! So I highly suggest Madam Master's keeps her purty little noise out of our business unless she wants a taste of this…
(puckers and licks lips seductively)
Zeb Webb: First it was B.U.M. Squad. Then it was Pretty Technical. Now it's the black and gold Syndicate. The competition only gets tougher and harder to beat as this tag tournament progresses further along with names like Hardcore Jono and Kevin Watkins. Two names that stand between us and what we came here to do… We are a well oiled machine firing on all cylinders when we perform together in that ring while Kev and Jono? Are more like oil and water. A team of convenience. Short on patience, big on pride. Dangerous all the time. Regardless of the outcome, I can guaran-damn-tee one thing… the winner? Will EARN it!
(Drew Donahue and Zeb Webb folds their arms across their massive chests, holding a stern unblinking gaze on the camera as we fade out to black.]
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Post by Mr. Tees on Jun 15, 2023 22:39:45 GMT
Footage airs from the intro to “Beverly Hills Cop 3 (1994)” particularly the part where the mechanics/car thieves dance around to Diana Ross and the Supreme’s “Come See About Me” without a care in the world, not realizing that within a mere matter of minutes they would all be brutally gunned down. Basically, happy go lucky lambs unaware that they are about to be slaughtered. What does this have to do with anything? Stay tuned and you’ll find out. We then come upon Hardcore Jono sitting in his locker room watching the movie with emphasis on the part where the mechanics/car thieves are happy one minute and dead the next. Jono is dressed in a black and gold Syndicate t-shirt and a pair of windbreaker pants that seem to match the shirt, black with gold trim basically and add to this a pair of black sneakers with golden colored laces to go with the color scheme. Hardcore Jono: Mechanics, enjoy your time in the tournament, relish in it, savor it because it is all going to be over soon. You are a lot like the fools in this video, singing, dancing around, couldn’t be happier, no realization that within a few short minutes you are about to be blown away. Jono begins laughing manically as this particular scene fades out. We then enter another scene set way back in the past around 1995 or 96 back around the time Jono would have been a young toddler. We are at some small wrestling show at the “Polish American Club” in New Jersey. A wrestling card has just taken place involving several legends, up and comers and your never wases/never will bees. Several wrestlers including some of note like the Iron Shiek, Abdullah “The Butcher”, Greg “The Hammer” Valentine, Tito Santana and Dick Murdoch have finished their matches and entered the locker room area, here we are introduced to a masked figure who appears shadowy, this figure seems to be accompanying Terry Funk for some reason and holding a baby. This appears to be a very large man (think around or over 7 feet tall.) The Iron Sheik then throws something that seems to be some type of powered drugs down on the table.
Iron Sheik: Help yourselves if you want any of this stuff, I’m going to take a leak. Due to the illegality of this stuff, no one comes near it though what it is can neither be confirmed nor denied. Dick Murdoch then approaches Abdullah “The Butcher” Murdoch: You know Abdullah you aren’t bad for an N word.
Everyone present goes into a state of shock not really knowing what to say or how to react.
Fade out We come back into the present day where Kevin Watkins is running up and down stairs as a method of training. Watkins is dressed in his usual training attire of a black and gold track suit. Suddenly as Watkins is running down a flight someone clubs him in the back of the knee with a lead pipe causing him to wince in pain and fall down a flight of stairs. A mysterious and demonic voice says the following. Voice: No one wants you here Watkins, take a hint and get lost!. Watkins moans in agony as he pulls himself up, hobbling on one leg he pursues the masked man up the flight of stairs but the figure is long gone by the time he gets up there. As luck would have it he happens to run into Sabrina Masters. Masters: Hey Watkins, you stink hit the showers we have an interview to do. Watkins: I was attacked, someone clubbed me in the knee I need medical attention.
Masters: Suck it up, stop being such a candy ass. And knock off the stories, there was no one else in here. Watkins: I’m serious, someone clubbed me in the FUCKING leg. Look at how swollen my leg is if you don’t believe me. Masters: Leg looks fine to me, I’ve seen much, much worse now hit the showers. Some nice warm water should help with the muscle soreness. Watkins begrudgingly hits the showers and reemerges in a black and gold pinstripe suit with a golden colored shirt. He seemingly drops the “story” about being clubbed in the knee but in the back of his mind he has his suspects and will eventually get his revenge on them. Watkins and Masters rejoin Jono who is on an old school interview style set with a Syndicate banner in the background. The camera immediately begins rolling as (duh this is how this sort of thing is set up) and Masters leads things off.
Masters: Four days, in four days the Mechanics will be eliminated from this tournament once they fall to us in the first round. You two are a bit like infant rats being eaten alive by a snake before their eyes can become accustomed to the light. On one hand, it’s awful that we have to end your run so early but we are saving you from failing prey to other teams in later rounds. Enjoy those four days for they are your last in this tournament we are winning this damn thing. I said it before, and I’ll say it again you ain’t pimpin shit and everyone knows it. Kevin Watkins begins talking.
Kevin Watkins: I know it was you, I know it was you, I know it was you, you son of a bitch! You gutless coward! I know it’s you who keeps harassing and hounding me you no good son of a bitch! Once I find you and confirm it I’m going to snap your fingers and snap your neck… you’re a dead mother fucker you son of a bitch! You might as well invest in a tombstone now asshole! You know who you are, I know who you are your days are numbered shit stain! Watkins: I might have to wait to get my hands on my assailant, but Mechanics I’m going to take it out on you. Even though you aren’t responsible, to my knowledge anyway, you’re going to feel my wrath and experience a small taste of what my assailant is going to get once I get my hands around this person’s throat and choke the life out of them. Hardcore Jono smirk a bit and then takes over.
Hardcore Jono: This is going to be a big weekend for me. Winning a singles match at Civil Unrest and carrying this team to a tournament victory on Mayhem the following night. But hey, it’s what I’m paid to do, win matches and bring championships into the fold by any means necessary. I enjoy hurting people and being paid well for it. Donahue, Webb you are mere lambs being led to their slaughter. Your death warrants have already been written and you’re as good as done. I asked you before, I’ll ask you again so it is written and so it shall come to pass what are you two jabroni’s going to do when the Syndicate (Black and Gold) kicks your fucking ass? I’ll answer it for you, nothing and like it. It’s going to be epic. Masters: See you boys Monday. (Cracks the whip as the scene fades to darkness.)
End.
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