Post by Dick Devereaux on Mar 14, 2017 22:44:02 GMT -5
DICK DEVEREAUX: A chair to the head before the match even starts? This sounds like my sort of brawl!
[The scene opens up on Dick Devereaux standing outside of a local bar. He is definetely hammered as his eyes are droopy and the stench of hard liquor poses from his mouth.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: When I heard I was facing you Crowbar I knew it was gonna' be a fight. Brawler versus Brawler, hardcore versus hardcore, we're one in the same. Now I know your history in WARPED and I know what you've done in this business, but there's no point in bringing up the past when we're moving on to the future. And boy does the future look fucking bright.
[Dick takes a pack of smokes from his pocket. He opens it up and pulls out a hand rolled joint before popping it into his mouth and lighting it up. He takes a deep hit before letting the smoke seep through his lips. Dick chuckles as he continues.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: I've been on a roll here in the Battleground since I arrived. Tweeder was the one to end the streak, but not after a hellacious match that damn near sent us both to the hospital. Now two weeks later I have to step in the ring with you Crowbar. Get what I'm saying here Crowbar? I'm pissed off and fucking mad about it! And they put you in front of me. I'm a runaway train and you're a broke down car stuck on my train tracks! And this week I'm gonna' run the fuck through you!
[Dick takes another hit before downing a gulp of beer from his bottle. He lets the smoke out again before continuing.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: So go ahead, instigate the fight before the bell rings. Make the stupidest mistake of your pathetic life. I know you've got skills and can damn well destroy a motherfucker, but you've never stepped in the ring with the Butcher of the fucking Battleground. Bring whatever you think you need to keep me down. I'll bring my toys and we can throw down. Fuck the ref, fuck Graves, fuck the rules, fuck Spike and their representatives. Let's smear the fucking Battleground with eachothers blood!
[Dick takes the final hit from the joint before chugging the rest of his beer and tossing it on the ground. It shatters and a fellow drunk from the bar stares a hike through Dick. Dick stumbles and slams into the drunk, nearly knocking him over.]
DRUNK: You're fucking dead!
[The drunk goes to swing, but Dick dodges and backs up. He puts his hands up in defense.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: I'm sorry man. Let me but you a drink.
[The drunk nods as Dick walks past him, but not before shoving the remainder of his joint into the drunks beer. The drunk downs the contents before beginning to cough and then gasp for air. He holds his throat as he drops the bottle and falls to his knees. The bouncers come over to help as Dick steps over the drunks choking body and walks into the bar. The scene fades out on the sight of the bouncers performing the hymlic manuever on the choking drunk.]
[The scene opens up on Dick Devereaux standing outside of a local bar. He is definetely hammered as his eyes are droopy and the stench of hard liquor poses from his mouth.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: When I heard I was facing you Crowbar I knew it was gonna' be a fight. Brawler versus Brawler, hardcore versus hardcore, we're one in the same. Now I know your history in WARPED and I know what you've done in this business, but there's no point in bringing up the past when we're moving on to the future. And boy does the future look fucking bright.
[Dick takes a pack of smokes from his pocket. He opens it up and pulls out a hand rolled joint before popping it into his mouth and lighting it up. He takes a deep hit before letting the smoke seep through his lips. Dick chuckles as he continues.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: I've been on a roll here in the Battleground since I arrived. Tweeder was the one to end the streak, but not after a hellacious match that damn near sent us both to the hospital. Now two weeks later I have to step in the ring with you Crowbar. Get what I'm saying here Crowbar? I'm pissed off and fucking mad about it! And they put you in front of me. I'm a runaway train and you're a broke down car stuck on my train tracks! And this week I'm gonna' run the fuck through you!
[Dick takes another hit before downing a gulp of beer from his bottle. He lets the smoke out again before continuing.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: So go ahead, instigate the fight before the bell rings. Make the stupidest mistake of your pathetic life. I know you've got skills and can damn well destroy a motherfucker, but you've never stepped in the ring with the Butcher of the fucking Battleground. Bring whatever you think you need to keep me down. I'll bring my toys and we can throw down. Fuck the ref, fuck Graves, fuck the rules, fuck Spike and their representatives. Let's smear the fucking Battleground with eachothers blood!
[Dick takes the final hit from the joint before chugging the rest of his beer and tossing it on the ground. It shatters and a fellow drunk from the bar stares a hike through Dick. Dick stumbles and slams into the drunk, nearly knocking him over.]
DRUNK: You're fucking dead!
[The drunk goes to swing, but Dick dodges and backs up. He puts his hands up in defense.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: I'm sorry man. Let me but you a drink.
[The drunk nods as Dick walks past him, but not before shoving the remainder of his joint into the drunks beer. The drunk downs the contents before beginning to cough and then gasp for air. He holds his throat as he drops the bottle and falls to his knees. The bouncers come over to help as Dick steps over the drunks choking body and walks into the bar. The scene fades out on the sight of the bouncers performing the hymlic manuever on the choking drunk.]
