Post by Dick Devereaux on Jan 2, 2017 20:05:53 GMT -5
THUNK!
[The scene opens up to the sound of a nail hitting a wooden wall. As the scene fades in we begin to see that we are inside of a mechanics garage. Car parts and tools are laying about on the floor as well as a few cars lifted into the air for repairs. We hear a burst of air before another nail hits the wall. The camera turns to see Dick Devereaux standing holding a large nail gun. He fires another as it hits the wall off screen. Dick shakes his head before turning to the camera.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Union Battleground. The beginning of a new era in professional wrestling. Now I could stand here and talk about everything I've done in the past, but really it doesn't matter at all. New place, new beginning. And the Butcher of the Battleground is here to carve a new history.
[Dick is wearing a sleeveless "#DICKISGONNAKILLYOU" T-Shirt along with a pair of camo shorts. On his feet rest a pair of all black Converse and he is wearing socks that are pulled up high. Dick fires another nail at the wall before continuing.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: The first step in a new history is the Union Championship. Sixteen men and women walk into this tournament, each hoping to walk out with the Union Championship. But only one can walk away with that strap on their shoulder. And unfortunately for each and every one of the Union Battleground members... DICK IS GONNA KILL YOU! The massacre begins though this week with Dragasha Omega aka Victim Number Uno. You see, I've heard what she had to say about this match. She thinks this gonna' be some sort of cakewalk. Hardly anything to say about the Butcher. That's fine. Overlook me. It just makes beating you that much easier. I've dealt with your kind before Dragasha. I literally just fought a Dragon a few weeks ago. So I'll do exactly what I did to her. I'm gonna' slay the fuckin' Dragon!
[Dick chuckles as he lays down the nail gun on a table nearby. We hear a muffled scream as Dick grabs a set of screwdrivers and throws one. We hear it bounce off a wall as Dick shakes his head and continues.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: See, I'm representing a place called Death Trip Wrestling. And over there I've gotta' deal with a lot more than some former Champion who thinks she's hot shit. I deal with the baddest motherfuckers walking this Earth and guess what Dragasha? I'm standing here to tell the tales. I've come face to face with a flamethrower. I crashed a sports car into the side of the Goddamn ring trying to run somebodies ass over! I've been lit on fire by a fuckin' Dragon! The only thing I haven't been through is the inevitable toe tag and body bag! I deal with people far more dangerous than the likes of you. What makes you think you can walk away with a win here? The fact that you've made a few Championships relevant? All you could talk about was the past. This is a new future and we've never met, but I guarantee that after we step into the ring together... you'll forever remember the name Dick Devereaux.
[Dick throws a few more screwdrivers before slamming them down and walking over to the wall he's been throwing stuff at. We can see a mechanic duct taped to the wall. His mouth is covered with duct tape as we can see he is an older man. His name tag reads "Wallace" and around him we can see large nails stuck in the wall and two screwdrivers. One single nail sticks out of the mechanics forearm as Dick looks him over for any more. Dick shakes his head in disappointment as he grabs the nail gun again and brings it closer to "Wallace". He smiles at the mechanic before firing three nails. We hear a sickening muffled scream as each nail hits its mark. One sticks in his right hand, one drives itself into his right thigh, and the last one sticks right through his left ear. Dick chuckles as he lays the nail gun down and grabs a gas can.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: I'm not here to make a Championship mean something. And I'm not hear to put money in anyones pockets except my own. I'm hear to create chaos and introduce my form of anarchy. I'm here to get my hands on the Union Championship and beat every single representative of each and every company out there. Whether it's your precious EWC or it's the shit show that is Honor Wrestling. I'm here to prove that the Butcher is the best around and I dare somebody to come to the Battleground and prove me wrong. I'll take on all comers and all challenges!
[Dick begins to dump gas out in the mechanics shop as he continues screaming. Dick starts walking as he opens up the garage door and continues pouring gas. He empties one container before grabbing another and continuing his pour. He comes outside where we see a car parked near the shop with a tarp covering it.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: There's a reason they put me in the main event on night one. I'm not some mid-card slump. I'm the motherfuckin' Butcher of the Battleground! I was brought here because I am the best at what I do and what I do is fuckin' MURDER! So listen up each and every single one of you who dare to step in MY Battleground! You are ALL hereby put on fuckin' notice! I'm coming for that belt. And if you dare to try and get in my way, start digging your own fuckin' grave because...
[Dick pulls the tarp off of the car revealing a 1971 Dodge 426 HEMI Challenger. He pours some gasoline all over the car before opening the doors and dumping a few cans inside the car. He steps out onto the pavement and pulls out a pack of Marlboro Special Blend cigarettes and a pack of matches. He pops on in his mouth before ripping off a match and lighting the cigarette. He then tosses the match onto the car as it ignites with a big burst of flames!]
DICK DEVEREAUX: DICK IS GONNA KILL YOU!
[The flames follow the gasoline trail to the inside of the shop as we see the fire begin to grow. We hear a small pop followed by a bigger explosion as we hear the screaming of "Wallace". Dick takes a drag off of his cigarette as he begins to laugh maniacally as he watches the flames of his chaos. The scene slowly fades out as we see the fire grow and grow and the Challenger begin to burn away in the night.]
[The scene opens up to the sound of a nail hitting a wooden wall. As the scene fades in we begin to see that we are inside of a mechanics garage. Car parts and tools are laying about on the floor as well as a few cars lifted into the air for repairs. We hear a burst of air before another nail hits the wall. The camera turns to see Dick Devereaux standing holding a large nail gun. He fires another as it hits the wall off screen. Dick shakes his head before turning to the camera.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Union Battleground. The beginning of a new era in professional wrestling. Now I could stand here and talk about everything I've done in the past, but really it doesn't matter at all. New place, new beginning. And the Butcher of the Battleground is here to carve a new history.
[Dick is wearing a sleeveless "#DICKISGONNAKILLYOU" T-Shirt along with a pair of camo shorts. On his feet rest a pair of all black Converse and he is wearing socks that are pulled up high. Dick fires another nail at the wall before continuing.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: The first step in a new history is the Union Championship. Sixteen men and women walk into this tournament, each hoping to walk out with the Union Championship. But only one can walk away with that strap on their shoulder. And unfortunately for each and every one of the Union Battleground members... DICK IS GONNA KILL YOU! The massacre begins though this week with Dragasha Omega aka Victim Number Uno. You see, I've heard what she had to say about this match. She thinks this gonna' be some sort of cakewalk. Hardly anything to say about the Butcher. That's fine. Overlook me. It just makes beating you that much easier. I've dealt with your kind before Dragasha. I literally just fought a Dragon a few weeks ago. So I'll do exactly what I did to her. I'm gonna' slay the fuckin' Dragon!
[Dick chuckles as he lays down the nail gun on a table nearby. We hear a muffled scream as Dick grabs a set of screwdrivers and throws one. We hear it bounce off a wall as Dick shakes his head and continues.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: See, I'm representing a place called Death Trip Wrestling. And over there I've gotta' deal with a lot more than some former Champion who thinks she's hot shit. I deal with the baddest motherfuckers walking this Earth and guess what Dragasha? I'm standing here to tell the tales. I've come face to face with a flamethrower. I crashed a sports car into the side of the Goddamn ring trying to run somebodies ass over! I've been lit on fire by a fuckin' Dragon! The only thing I haven't been through is the inevitable toe tag and body bag! I deal with people far more dangerous than the likes of you. What makes you think you can walk away with a win here? The fact that you've made a few Championships relevant? All you could talk about was the past. This is a new future and we've never met, but I guarantee that after we step into the ring together... you'll forever remember the name Dick Devereaux.
[Dick throws a few more screwdrivers before slamming them down and walking over to the wall he's been throwing stuff at. We can see a mechanic duct taped to the wall. His mouth is covered with duct tape as we can see he is an older man. His name tag reads "Wallace" and around him we can see large nails stuck in the wall and two screwdrivers. One single nail sticks out of the mechanics forearm as Dick looks him over for any more. Dick shakes his head in disappointment as he grabs the nail gun again and brings it closer to "Wallace". He smiles at the mechanic before firing three nails. We hear a sickening muffled scream as each nail hits its mark. One sticks in his right hand, one drives itself into his right thigh, and the last one sticks right through his left ear. Dick chuckles as he lays the nail gun down and grabs a gas can.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: I'm not here to make a Championship mean something. And I'm not hear to put money in anyones pockets except my own. I'm hear to create chaos and introduce my form of anarchy. I'm here to get my hands on the Union Championship and beat every single representative of each and every company out there. Whether it's your precious EWC or it's the shit show that is Honor Wrestling. I'm here to prove that the Butcher is the best around and I dare somebody to come to the Battleground and prove me wrong. I'll take on all comers and all challenges!
[Dick begins to dump gas out in the mechanics shop as he continues screaming. Dick starts walking as he opens up the garage door and continues pouring gas. He empties one container before grabbing another and continuing his pour. He comes outside where we see a car parked near the shop with a tarp covering it.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: There's a reason they put me in the main event on night one. I'm not some mid-card slump. I'm the motherfuckin' Butcher of the Battleground! I was brought here because I am the best at what I do and what I do is fuckin' MURDER! So listen up each and every single one of you who dare to step in MY Battleground! You are ALL hereby put on fuckin' notice! I'm coming for that belt. And if you dare to try and get in my way, start digging your own fuckin' grave because...
[Dick pulls the tarp off of the car revealing a 1971 Dodge 426 HEMI Challenger. He pours some gasoline all over the car before opening the doors and dumping a few cans inside the car. He steps out onto the pavement and pulls out a pack of Marlboro Special Blend cigarettes and a pack of matches. He pops on in his mouth before ripping off a match and lighting the cigarette. He then tosses the match onto the car as it ignites with a big burst of flames!]
DICK DEVEREAUX: DICK IS GONNA KILL YOU!
[The flames follow the gasoline trail to the inside of the shop as we see the fire begin to grow. We hear a small pop followed by a bigger explosion as we hear the screaming of "Wallace". Dick takes a drag off of his cigarette as he begins to laugh maniacally as he watches the flames of his chaos. The scene slowly fades out as we see the fire grow and grow and the Challenger begin to burn away in the night.]
