Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2017 22:36:14 GMT -5
Winning the War
[The scene opens up as “The Spectacular” Dillon Shaw kicks open the door to the Ohio State University wrestling room. There is a practice being held. Dillon takes a moment to breathe in the air. Dillon is very familiar with this room. He spent many tough hours and years training in this facility. There is a look of intensity in his eyes. He begins looking around at the faces in the room. Dillon might as well be a god in this facility as several of the wrestlers stop practicing and rush over to him for an autograph. Dillon doesn’t acknowledge them as he brushes past the eager wrestlers and beelines to the current assistant coach and Dillon’s former coach, Henry Hall. As soon as Henry notices Dillon, his face lights up as he rushes towards the former OSU standout.]
“Dillon Shaw! Welcome back to the old room...does it look any different to you?”
[Dillon looks around the room and shakes his head, signaling a negative response. He doesn’t seem as excited about this reunion as Henry.]
“Where is he, Coach?”
“Who?”
[Turning his head from one side to the other, Dillon scans over the room.]
“Where is the stud?”
“What are you talking about, Shaw?”
“I’m talking about the best guy here. Where is he? Who is he? Tell him to strap up, because he’s about to get the lesson of a lifetime.”
“Huh?”
“I want your best guy, on the mat, in ten minutes. I’m going to go change and then I expect him to be ready…”
“Come on...are you serious or is this some kind of joke?”
[Dillon shakes his head again.]
“No, Coach, this is not a joke. I’m asking you to get your best man ready for a match with me in ten minutes. Haven’t I earned that right after my time spent here…”
[Henry nods in agreement. Dillon starts to walk to the locker rooms, but Henry quickly stops him.]
“What is this all about, Shaw? Aren’t you busy working for some pro-wrestling company now?”
[Dillon gives Henry an ugly stare. Henry can tell he’s making things worse, so he tries to relax the situation.]
“Not that I’m saying anything bad about that...I just don’t know why you came here today.”
[Dillon sets his bag down and takes off his jacket. He turns to face Henry.]
“Screw ten minutes, I’m ready now. Let’s go.”
“You really wanna wrestle in street clothes?”
“I’m done talking about this, Coach. The best guy you’ve got, now.”
[Henry gestures to a tall, athletic looking wrestler to step forward onto the mat. Dillon finishes taking off his shoes and also steps on the mat. The two men get in their stance, ready to engage. Dillon can see that the young man is overwhelmed by the moment. He smirks to himself.]
“How long do you want this to go, Shaw?”
“Until I’m finished, Coach.”
[Henry positions himself between the wrestlers, both eyeing each other up. Henry takes a deep breath before blowing his whistle to start the match. As soon as the whistle sounds, Dillon springs forward with a headbutt that stuns his opponent. From there, he quickly executes a perfect takedown, putting the young OSU prospect on his back. Dillon gets on top of the kid and starts dropping punches and elbows as the wrestling team watches on in horror. Blood is starting to pour out of the kid’s nose and mouth. After several seconds of fear and confusion, Henry and several other wrestlers jump in to pull Dillon off of his victim. Dillon tries to resist, but he’s finally forced out of the room by four of OSU’s biggest wrestlers as the scene fades.]
“Bullshit. Absolute fucking bullshit. The fact that I haven’t been contacted by Union Battleground since being screwed out of the championship is criminal. As far as I’m concerned my contract is nothing more than a joke at this point. I don’t know what kind of suck-fest is going on in the back between Dick Devereaux, Nemesis, and Axel Graves, but everyone is getting sick and tired of this shit being stuffed down our throats. Nobody wants to see this contrived garbage that you’re so desperate to promote. In my opinion, it’s starting to hurt our brand. People want to see the best in the business competing in classic matches and if you want the best, look no further than Dillon Shaw.”
“Just ask that fraud, Devereaux, who suffered the concussion of his life when I dropped him on that chair. He was dead to rights, I could feel his body was lifeless. He wanted a fight and I clearly won that fight. Without the help of the other “chosen” one, Nemesis, the Union Battleground Championship would be sitting on my shoulder right now where it belongs. Now that I understand how things work here, don’t expect me to ever get screwed like that again. Axel can force-feed and promote whatever talentless hacks he wants, I’ll find another way to the title. I don’t need to be in anyone’s pocket to become champion. That’s what makes me Spectacular.”
“I hope that joke of a match against Devereaux didn’t confuse anyone. I’m still the best that Union Battleground has to offer. Now that I know what Devereaux brings to the table, I know with absolute certainty that nobody here can touch me. So if I need to take on the entire world to get that title, I’ll do it. Don’t believe me? Enter Guerrilla Warfare, or as I like to call it, Dillon Shaw’s Slaughterhouse. I’m going to take out so much frustration and rage in this match that everyone in my path will leave the ring a mangled mess. If ultra-violence and worshipping the darkness gets you attention here, I’ll play the game. But I hope you realize, I don’t play very nice.”
“They picked a bad time to fuck with Dillon Shaw. Screwing me out of the title this close to Guerrilla Warfare just wasn’t a smart business move. Not only have they pissed off the most dangerous man on the roster, but now they are giving me an opportunity to take out a large number of Union Battleground talent. I’m about to make some hospital in Nashville a lot of money. There will be a rush of patients coming in on July 18th. If they are smart, they’ll start ordering blood by the barrel, because that shit is going to be spilling into the streets.”
“After I run through this match like a goddamn buzzsaw, there should be no doubt in anyone’s mind. I am the alpha in this promotion. I hold the entire fate of Union Battleground in my hand.”
“I promise right now that if anything disrupts me from winning this match, I’m going to make it my personal mission to burn this company to the ground. I’ll interrupt title matches, ruin television tapings, or viciously eliminate the entire Union Battleground roster one by one. Because as much as Axel may want to sell it, I’m never going to paint my face and run around like it’s Halloween. I’m never going to claim that I will “kill” opponents, because everyone knows that’s not how the world works. What I will do is show up every night, give you top notch performances, and not only add prestige to the title, but dedicate myself to building this entire brand.”
“Is it really that difficult to figure out? Honestly, how long is it going to be before management realizes that I’m the guy who can represent this organization and take us to a new level. I’m not here for cheap pops or quick thrills. I’m the type of talent you put a franchise tag on. I’m in it for the long haul and if you give me the ball, I’ll never stop running with it.”
“So let me see the new faces, the up and comers, and the hand-picked favorites that seem destined to win Guerrilla Warfare. I want the best in this match or anyone that thinks they might be the man. Let’s see what they can do against someone like me. Because I’m about to throw a wrench into all the plans. There won’t be a soul to deny me a rematch for my Union Battleground Championship after I conquer Guerrilla Warfare.”
“If you’re someone that hates spoilers, I’d stop listening now. The first season of Union Battleground ends with Dillon Shaw getting screwed in his first title opportunity, then going on to obliterate the competition in Guerrilla Warfare, including that farce that calls himself Nemesis. Then, in the big season finale main event, he puts Dick Devereaux in his place as “The Spectacular” Dillon Shaw holds the Union Battleground Championship over his head. Roll credits.”
“There won’t be any smoke, mirrors, voodoo, or face paint involved. No silly “Butcher” gimmicks or screw jobs in this one...just straight up, honest to god wrestling. Because in the end, substance will always win out. When all the smoke clears and the magic wears off, we all need to come back to reality. That’s what I represent in life.”
“You might not like it...but we have no other choice than to accept reality as it comes.”
“Well, here I am.”