Post by Dick Devereaux on May 22, 2017 22:25:00 GMT -5
[The scene quietly fades in as the cameras view opens up to a graveyard. Headstones line the grass as the fallen rest peacefully in their final resting place. The quiet graveyard is suddenly disrupted by the sound of a motorcycle engine riding closer to the site. The camera pans to see a large black and red motorcycle pulling up as the engine cuts off. The rider kicks down the kickstand and hops off the bike as the camera zooms closer to him. We can see the Union Battleground Championship hanging off the back of the bike as the Champion grabs hold of it and tosses it onto his shoulder. He notices the camera as he begins to walk through the grave site.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: It's been weeks since I was last seen in a Union Battleground ring. But the last time you saw me, you saw a Champion being born. I did exactly what I said I would all along. The Butcher of the Battleground took his rightful place at the top. It was a hell of a war, but the right man came out on top. I took my rest and did what I had to do to heal up, but now I'm back and I'm ready to do what I do best... break bones and leave scars! And my return match is set in stone. My victim? Dillon Shaw.
[Dick stops for a moment as he bends forward, laughing hysterically. He holds up his hand to the camera and gestures that we give him a minute to stop laughing. His laughter continues before he stands up straight and wipes a tear from his eye.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: The very name of this guy makes my sides ache with laughter. 'The Spectacular' Dillon Shaw! I watched your promo Shaw and I listened to what you had to say. You honestly believe that you have the capabilities to give me the beating of my life? I betcha' your dead Daddy dropped you on your fuckin' head a few times if you think that you've got even a sliver of a chance of doing that! I've fought your kind before. Technically sound with the belief that they're God's gift to the wrestling world. A few people told you that you were good and you let that shit go right to your head. You said you've been watching my matches and that I'm all show? Bitch you must've been watching the wrong fuckin' wrestler! I'm far from a showman. My style is down and dirty and to the point. You might not have seen a lot of technical shit from me, but that's just because I haven't even dove into what I can do in that ring. I'm adaptive. I can go toe to toe with any style and still whoop a motherfuckers ass! You stick to your technical skills, I'll one up you and then punch you in the fuckin' mouth so hard you'll think dear old Daddy is waving at you in the crowd.
[Dick continues to walk through the headstones eyeing each one just for a moment before continuing on. Seemingly, he looks to be searching for a certain grave. Dick lets the Union Battleground Championship fall to his side as he holds it in his right hand.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: You can boast all day about what you've accomplished in the past, hell I could too. But this is Union Battleground. The past don't mean a damn thing right here in the present. And in the present you're standing in the Butchers Battleground! And you're the newest victim of the Champion! This is my first match since winning the Union Battleground Championship and I have to defend this belt against someone who just got here. See, I EARNED my spot as the UB Champion, I wasn't given any kind of handouts. It took me a hell of a lot longer then two matches! I had to go through half of the roster to get to where I am. You went through a couple nobodies to get your lucky break. So if you think you're going to walk into this match, give me the 'beating of my life', and walk away with MY Championship as easy as you think you can... you better call in sick for our match cause you've already dug your own grave.
[Suddenly, Dick stops at an older headstone. The name atop reads very large as Dick lets out a smile and turns to sit on the top of the headstone. He lays his Union Battleground Championship across his lap as he pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and pops a single one into his mouth before lighting it up. Dick lets the smooth smoke ooze from his lips before continuing.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: You see, there's a reason your professional wrestling career has been a joke. You're just not good enough. You've let a few compliments go to your head and it made that ego grow. And the more you heard those fans cheer, the more you've let that ego grow. And now you realize that the fans gave you nothing, you haven't won anything meaningful in years, and you're stuck in this world alone without an ounce of success. Have you ever taken a step back and taken a look at the big picture here? Maybe all your success was based on the fact that dear old Daddy paved the way for you. And now that the old fuckers six feet under, you can't do shit on your own but lose! Get frustrated, get mad, blame the world for your problems. But at the end of the day you'll never be good enough to get the big one. And come LIGHTS OUT, when you step in the Butchers Battleground, I'm going to show you exactly what you are... a pathetic, over inflated, ego ridden, piece of Fatherless shit.
[Dick ashes his cigarette on top of the grave as he stands up and tosses his belt onto his shoulder again. He turns with his back to the camera as we hear his fly unzip to his pants. Dick lets out a sigh as he begins to urinate onto the headstone and grave. He continues this for a moment before shaking and zipping his pants back up. Dick turns to the camera and flashes an evil grin before walking away from the headstone revealing a single name in large letters upon the piss soaked grave. 'SHAW']
