The bustling forest of concrete pillars and sea of humanity is too much for them to bare. They anxiously cut into a dark alleyway to get away from the panic. Jordan Rayburn, Kira Izumi. Along with Rukia Matsuoka and Kirito Izumi all sigh in relief from their borderline panic attack. Especially Jordan and Kira who despite being pro wrestlers don't really enjoy being in close proximity to others of their same species. Jordan starts to laugh a little as Kira wipes his sweaty palms. They all notice the camera crew standing there... waiting. Always waiting...
"(What the hell do ya want?)" Kira says.
"Your promo... we need it for your title match this week."
"(Oh yeah... well lets just get it over with. The faster we git outta this abysmal city the better. God, why can't Axel books in smaller towns? I mean for fucks sake man you can't even see the sky out here!)" Kira proclaims.
Jordan continues to laugh; the chuckle turns to a hysteric paranoia as he the side of his head and lets out a scream of relief. He turns to look at the camera.
"(Y-Ya know... ever since that day, t-that damn day in the asylum* Ha HA! Ya know our opponents this week... The Outliers, Kincaid, Pierce... We've fought the latter before and we won! B-but... The Outliers... the champions who won the titles by beating no bodies compared ta us... we've finally got our chance. Our opportunity... AND WE WON'T LET YOU FUCKERS JUST TAKE IT AWAY!)"
Kira puts his hand on Jordan's shoulder and tries to calm him down.
"(It's ok bro. it's ok. Ya know this is our first time ever getting a shot at gold here. We've been everywhere and damn near everywhere we've been one of us won gold. Now... For the first time... for the FIRST TIME! Outliers... you're going to know the sensation of defeat. That gut feeling when you get destroyed by the greatest team, the greatest damn stable in the entire fucking world! Outliers... you've done a good job keeping those titles warm for us. But now's the time. NOW'S THE TIME! that we get what's ours and MURAMASA-kokka prove to the world that what we've been saying these past few weeks, these past months have been the truth.)"
"(In Rome... in this fucking place full of people who can't even speak english... yet alone japanese. This place that we just want to git out of... For MURAMASA-kokka, for my wife Kirito... for my little girl Ai, for Jordan... and for MURAMASA... we will win. Down with the mother fuckin' gaijin, because yer fuckin' dead bitches!)"
*Note he's referencing a match in Anonymous Xtream Wrestling. An asylum match in which he lost and on that night lost his sanity due to a mental break down.
Post by Axton Pierce on Apr 2, 2018 17:30:22 GMT -5
SATURDAY, MARCH 31 // 10:21 PM
We open up to the 4.4 rated Celtic Pub Verona, an Irish bar in Verona, Italy. Yeah, it’s real. A small setting with friendly faces, it’s known for having live music on Saturdays after 9:30 but tonight they skipped out on the live music and decided to hold a poetry reading. A poetry read of which we find Axton Pierce about to take the stage.
HOST
Bene, signore e signori, vi prego di dare un caloroso benvenuto ad Axton Pierce!
(Well, ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to Axton Pierce!)
Applause ensues as Pierce takes his place in front of the microphone.
AXTON PIERCE
Ciao! Yeah, that’s all the italian I know. I hope my english won’t be much of a bother as that is my main language and… you’re not understanding a word I’m saying.
A little bit of laughter comes out of the bar patrons.
AXTON PIERCE
Heh, ok. Maybe some of you do. Uhm, I uh… wrote something, it’s more of a sonnet really. It’s about recent events in my career, I call it: “BASTARD’S MISTAKE”. Hope you’ll enjoy it.
BASTARD’S MISTAKE
Those hideous wrongs that MURAMASA-kokka commits,
When I am sometime present in thy ring,
Thy ugliness, and thy uselessness full well befits,
For still temptation follows where thou art.
Rude thou art, and therefore to be annihilated,
Dreadful thou art, therefore to be Coldcocked;
And when Bastard’s Misbehave, what Bastard's son
Will sourly leave them till he have prevailed?
Ay me! but yet thou mightst my foot forbear,
And chide thy ugliness and thy usefulness,
Who lead thee in their riot even there
Where thou art forced to face the truth:
On April 6th, Alex Kincaid and Axton Pierce will Run a world of havoc on you, Kira Izumi and Jordan Rayburn. Yes, The Outliers will be there As well but they are not the ones who need saving From the two of us. No, not it’s not them. It’s you MURAMASA-kokka!
Just then security guards come on stage to try and remove Axton Pierce, who’s clearly gone off script. He manages to evade them as he continues his threats.
IT’S GONNA BE YOU WITH THE SKEWERS IN THE HEAD AFTER THE NIGHTS DONE! YOU!
One of the security guards comes toward him but Axton’s ready, spin kicking his way out of getting apprehended. This buys him a little time to finish his “Sonnet” which was clearly a rewriting of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 41.
You’ve made a BASTARD'S MISTAKE, MURAMASA, When you decided to interfere with mine and Kincaid’s Opportunity and now we’re gonna spoil yours And prevent you from walking out with the Battalion championships.
Both security guards approach Pierce.
AXTON PIERCE
Easy big guys, I’m done. And that folks was “BASTARD’S MISTAKE”, hope you loved it as much as I loved writing it.
The guards get closer to him as Pierce notices the polizia begin to enter the premises.
AXTON PIERCE
That’s all for me, actually. Uhm.. Do you guys have a back door? Nevermind, I’ll find it somehow. Ok, bye… b- Oh wait, no. Ciao!
Pierce runs off stage and to the back as the polizia soon start to notice that he’s the man they were called to arrest. You will be glad to know that Ax found the back door and escaped safe and sound and is now sleeping in his hotel room or something.
[END]
Last Edit: Apr 2, 2018 17:48:57 GMT -5 by Axton Pierce
Post by The Outliers on Apr 2, 2018 22:46:54 GMT -5
"Why do they come to me to die? Why do they come to me to die?!!"
4. 2. 18 VERONA, ITALY
Like the odd ducks and black swans that they are, The Outliers have taken to the HIGH seas for yet another adventure in the cautionary fable that is their lives. The two are gently careening down the grand canals of Italy in a jet black gondola with Hewhocorrupts at the stern, carefully propelling the narrow boat with a rowing oar. He's adorned in traditional gondolier garb -- a straw hat with a crimson ribbon and a black and white striped shirt -- while a battle-tested Sawtooth Grin sits at the helm, softly whistling Ennio Morricone's "The Ecstasy of Gold." The gorgeous Italian architecture looms over them as they wade down the coursing river and pass under a small bridge.
GRIN: Sooo, where the hell are we?
Both Outliers grinning gleefully..
CORRUPTS: Geographically speaking, in the Eastern Hemisphere. Socially, on the margins. And narratively, with some way to go.. but right now.. THE OUTLIERS ARE IN ITALY! WHAT IT DO, VERONA?!
GRIN: The past four weeks have been fuckin' killer! Your boys been goin' nonstop! After we put on a straight clinic at Crown of the King Cobra, and dispatched those two tiddy baby shams -- it was proven once again -- that we are the rightful Battalion Champions, the tried and true OG's of cooperative wrestling here in Union Battle.
CORRUPTS: What a total disaster those two were, the Hindenburg of tag teams. Incessantly talking outta both sides of their mouths--or asses in this case--about loyalty and longevity. And where are they now? Uh-huh. I'm sure they had no problem finding the door with one of their four faces.. chode-gargling fuck toilets.
GRIN: Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa...
Catching the drift, HWC puts his palms in the air.
CORRUPTS: Sorry, chief. I get it. I'll do the dance, you just got to show me the moves.
GRIN: No, everything's cool, you're on point, but.. four faces?
CORRUPTS: Yeah, 'cause ya know, they were both two-faced sons a bitches..simple math, really.
Sawtooth nods and winks with his good eye.
GRIN: Ah yes, don't waste another breath. Please continue.
CORRUPTS: I think it's safe to say that, collectively, it's just nice to leave all that shit behind us. After three flushes we're finally able to clear the pipe.
Corrupts drags his thumb across his throat.
CORRUPTS: And what we really mean to say is, we took them to the edge and, as promised, pushed them right over. They fell faster than expected, too. Prolly all that extra dead weight. But we're surprised they lasted as long as they did.. they had a good run, more like a hobble I suppose, but they fought the good fight and lost. They shouldn't have played, it's not their game. But now it's time for us to move forward. Time to scrape the plates and take a little smoke break, a little trip down the hazy river, before we belly-up for the next feast..
Furiously rubbing his hands together..
CORRUPTS: And a final word of advice to all you newcomers: you have a greater claim to the throne when you pull the sword from the stone than when you simply proclaim yourself "king." We always felt like we pulled the sword from the stone. But more like a giant dick outta our pants that was like, ready to go. And at this point, after all we've been through to EARN our way to the top, no one can deny it.
GRIN: But they'll try.. and they'll all fall like wheat in the wind at the sight of our healthy-sized sickles. Trust.
Ah, the 'ol dick joke. The Outliers hold the human penis in a similar regard as Martin Scorsese does the holy cross: it is a graven object of obsession and great fear, a totem of power and pain, an icon through which one can find salvation just as easily as damnation.
CORRUPTS: We didn't pump the brakes after we were through with them, though.
GRIN: Never even crossed our minds.
CORRUPTS: Nah, three days later we were in Tokyo fighting for DTW, the best deathmatch joint on the planet. We went to war with two of the most seasoned cockeyed fuckers on their roster, and what did we do?!
GRIN: We came out on top, and we took those straps with us.
CORRUPTS: Not only did we bring those championships home with us -- we disbanded ANOTHER team. We're out here literally destroying dudes' will to compete, it's insane. From Japan we took it to Amsterdam, where this guy fought like a man possessed, got hit with heater after heater, and took all typa' damage til the ol' doc had finally seen enough. Medical stoppage had his Dragon Championship pulled out right from under him. It fuckin' sucks, but hey, he's still smilin'.
Sawtooth's split lip makes his GRIN more like a lopsided leer, like one of those smiles after a three-day binge; his left eye completely swelled shut, trapped between two sets of stitches.
GRIN: It's all part of the journey, and we're good with that. You can't win'em all, and we always come back stronger. As far as rasslin' is concerned though, we set out to make a statement, and we absolutely did that. So, that's India, Tokyo, Amsterdam, and now Italy, folks. We've never competed here, and YOU KNOW we ain't about to let you down! After being tied up by those quitters since last season, no one is more excited to turn the page in this promotion than we are, I can tell you that. So, out with the old, and in with the bold! We're stoked about this three team dance!
CORRUPTS: We'll have a couple interesting teams on tap. We've got MURAMASA-kokka representatives, under the guidance of Kira Izumi-- a stable with supposed ties to the Yakuza. We can't really speak to the latter portion, but either way, we ain't shook.
GRIN: FUCK THE YAKUZA!
CORRUPTS: Izumi will be out there with Jordan Rayburn tryin' to hold it down. And then we got Axton Pierce and Alex Kincaid -- two teams we in no way overlook or write off. There's a ton of talent between'em. There's also tons of bad blood and ample amounts of animosity in recent weeks if you go back. And if memory serves me right..
Looking up at his partner, Sawtooth sparks up a Marley, cone-shaped doobie and passes it over. The odd couple share a laugh before Corrupts rips it hard and continues.
CORRUPTS: ..which it doesn't always! But I think it all went sideways at L!GHTS OUT! Eighteen? Pierce and Warped alum, Anton Chase, were set to tangle with the same combination of Muramasa: Izumi and Rayburn. And there was no shortage of fuckery on that night, I tell you. Chase and Pierce were close to the finish, and they would've sealed it, had it not been for the dreaded GREEN MIST! As if robbing them of a hard fought victory wasn't enough? Muramasa went ahead and added insult to injury by continuing the onslaught long after the final bell had rang. That's of course until The Bullet King shot out from the back and effectively equalized the situation. He cleaned house and cleared the ring.
Exhaling, the smoke quickly dissipates in the open air.
GRIN: Bonded by the whole ordeal, we saw them get even on the following show in some fire trios action. And for us, that's where the magic happened, right? Kincaid, Pierce, and Chase put some solid shit on display that night, really leaving an impression on us, and not only that, they let the UB faithful know they can operate as a legit unit. Those guys were totally synced up that night, we were stoked to see it.
Sawtooth pauses, tilts his head, and looks up at the sky.
GRIN: Now, with this rivalry between them in full swing, we think they're all probably gonna be lookin' to keep it up. Kincaid has spoken up on social media, and has gone as far as to say that winning our titles would take a backseat to keeping them from Izumi and his people. So, that's some real shit right there. Those cat's ain't fuckin' around.
CORRUPTS: We're hoping for both sides sake that they aren't too preoccupied with recent developments to lose sight of what's at stake -- our Battalion Championships. We want the same intensity they've been showcasing against each other, the same click of cohesion that piqued out interest in the first place.
Eyes forward down the canal, HWC rows on; Battalion strap secured proudly around his waist.
CORRUPTS: We've been in this game long enough to know there's no guarantee.. that these fellas won't just throw their hands up, forget we're even there, and go for blood. What we can say -- with utmost certainty -- is that it'd be a massive misstep and a horribly squandered opportunity.
GRIN: Whether it's a clusterfuck or winds up being highly competitive, we're gonna make sure the outcome is resolute. Whatever shape the contest takes -- we're walkin' out the same way we came in -- Champions of the Battleground.
Grabbing his Battalion Championship from the bottom of the boat, Grin hoists it high above his head.
GRIN: You'd be hard pressed to find a more prepared tag team than The Outliers. We maintain that edge by focusing our efforts solely on ourselves and the dynamic we share, rather than our opponents. At this point, issuing any kind of warning would almost be futile, no? We've made a habit of leaving nothing but broken bodies and scorched earth in our wake -- and at the rate we're goin'? It's more of a calling card now -- it's just what we do. And if that truth is too sharp for your ears to hear -- it's on you.
CORRUPTS: There's not a lot that's worth much these days. But a man's word ... it's gotta mean something, right? Our word is our bond. Take it to the bank. A deal with The Outliers is a deal--lock, stock and suck our smoking barrels. And coming off our bonkers match in DTW, we're looking to push the envelope even further. Up the ante, so to speak. Now we could tell you what that entails, but where's the fun in that? Wouldn't you rather just see it for yourself? Of course you would. So just sit back and enjoy the ride. We'll make a believer outta you yet. You'll see.
All you glitchikers out there repeat after me, "Yes," in English.
"Oui," French for yes.
"Sì" Italian for yes.
Now all at once.. (Yes Oui Sì..)
Yes we see. Yes, yes, yes. And if somehow you don't.. or won't.. you most certainly will.
CORRUPTS: After all, we're the War Boys of the Battleground, we ride eternal, shiny and chrome. The agents of oblivion.. the tag team Terminators. No need for The Cleaner. We leave no trace. We ERASE. We have expunged, redacted and retconned the competition. The rest of the division take a good, hard look..
Moving in for a close-up, Corrupts furrows his brow.
CORRUPTS: We are the drain for your future to go spiraling down. We are the prophets of loss. You fucking die tonight and that's perfectly alright with us. And you can bet your life on that 'cause that's exactly what it's gonna take to dethrone us. And despite any bullshit floating around out there, there's no debate. There's no debate over the greenhouse effect just like there's no debate about gravity, if someone throws a piano off the roof, I don't care what ya mamma tells you, get out of the way 'cause it's comin' down on your head. So heads up.
Sawtooth smiles and starts bobbing his head before breaking out into song..
GRIN: I'm not a betting man, but if I was I'd have my money on you!!!
The rest of the show should be pretty dope too, you guys. Actually, you're really gettin' treated, cause the card is STACKED! Brimming with the baddest we got! Whelan and Chase, you got recently returned Dicky D! Longtime homie Kim defending her Warhorse title, and last but certainly not least, Layton puts her prized Trench War Championship up against none other than ROGAN MAC! Let the best woman or man win on that one, it's a pick 'em! Emery is a true warrior and she know's what fuckin' time it is..
CORRUPTS: If Emery was a metal album she'd be Pantera's "Far Beyond Driven."
GRIN: And our boy from Galway? It was a trip to find out that he was behind the mask, he's one of our closest friends and we couldn't be happier that he's joining the roster. He's definitely got his work cut out for him, that's for sure. But, he's no stranger to high profile wars like this. Mad respect to both of them! We can't wait for it!
CORRUPTS: We also can't wait to see fellow Illinois compatriot Flash Kassidy take on the Big Bad. The "man" called Nemesis. Gouge out our eyes it's insanity!
As the sun disappears behind the haze..
CORRUPTS: Dig that hole, forget the sun..
GRIN: And when at last the work is done, don't sit down, it's time to dig another one...
