Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2020 8:11:17 GMT -7
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Some Days Ago
Rome,Georgia.
USA
Retaining a championship felt great, of course the manner in which it was done could have been more noble. Luther was miffed to put it mildly He had been wronged in the match versus Juliet Black, that woman busted herself up with a chair and framed him for it..she framed him and the fool of a official the jester of justice in the ring had disqualified him, HIM for something he did not even do.
Sure he retained the championship but Juliet “won” that woman had made threats earlier in the week despite his courteous wish for a good match, kept hinting towards such behaviour and made some threats even earlier in the night..and resorted to questionable tactics at best and for what? That hollow “victory”?
He looked at his wife, love of his life and the one person in the world he could trust with everything and anything. She seemed miffed as well so he pulled her in close and smiled.
“You know just some months ago..things were so different. I have you to thank for all of this. You made it all happen, got me on gear and got me moving and look at as now lover? Championships..tag and single..we have gold together and even the gold that I have is because of you and your work, your support..without you I’d still be there, waiting for my moment when they would cart me out to the masses again, before disappearing for months.”
She smiled, that smile. He would move mountains for that smile, he wanted to see more of it so he went on.
“Best thing about all this though? All those people who talked down to you for years, who acted like you could never be anything. All the doubters and naysayers who saw you as a thug, a lackey and follower..Esmeralda Thunder, you were always a leader, a great and smart person just undermined by the lesser people around you, chained up by their insecurities. They misused your talents and treated you horribly..if they would have seen the real you, like I see you and treated you like I treat you..they too could have been this good, this successful, this blessed. You know what I’d like to do?”
“What?” She asked.
“I’d like to cue them all up and have them kiss my hairy ass.”
“Luther! Language.” She smacked his chest.
He snorted.
“Well I could have told them to kiss your ass but we don’t know where their lips have been do we? Besides I’d get jealous.”
She chuckled, ruffling his hair.
“Look at you, such a charmer..”
It was obviously a joke but he still took it. Leaning back as she sat close to him going through her phone.
“We did good tonight Esmers, I beat Juliet no matter what the ref or the record books show, she laid out threats yet followed through with none of them, she hit herself and rolled the blame on me, thinking she could ruin our night..”
He mocked Juliet’s words.
“I could ruin your night in so many ways..”
Yeah right.
Then Esme’s phone beeped of a notification.
“Um..babe?”
“What is it, sweetcheeks?”
“..You got a match at Dog Days Of Thunder..the next PPV”
He snorted.
“Lemme guess, against Kate Steele, right? She’s out for her rematch and needed a gig for her band so they could play the theme and..”
“Oh no, not that..it’s a title defense, against Juliet Black. In a Emerald Death House Match.”
“WHAT?!? WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE?!?”
..and just like that.
Juliet Motherfucking Black, had succeeded.
She ruined his night after all.
Dog Days Of Thunder better not be a prophetic name of things to come.
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The scene opens in what appears to be an old scrap yard, certainly not the place for a prestigious champion such as Luther Thunder. Certainly, your Conquest Champion looks rather disgusted by the heaps of scrap and garbage surrounding him. His wife, Esme Thunder, looking slightly less out of place in green camo and sitting on an old work chair, smiles at the camera.
Esme: Look around us right here. Nothing but scrap metal, trash, things that are past their best. Where we stand now is the epitome of a scrap heap. Nothing but things that were perhaps once useful, or maybe never were, waiting if lucky to be recycled, or if not to be destroyed. Now I know what you’re all thinking. Why would Luther Thunder, YOUR Conquest Champion, be in such a vile, disgusting place such as this? Well there is an old adage in warfare, my friends, know your enemy. And a vile, run down, disgusting scrap heap is precisely the kind of place that Luther’s opponent, Juliet Black, at Dog Days of Thunder, is akin to. A broken down, trashy, classless wreck of a human being. Much like the scrap around here, you disgust me Ms. Black. The only difference between scrap and yourself, is scrap may have a future usage. When a second-class competitor like yourself crosses swords with Luther Thunder, for real this time, none of your cowardly bullshit... the scrap heap will perhaps be the best thing in line for your future.
She grunts, before continuing.
Esme: Let’s call a spade a spade. You knew with your limited skills, and inability to tell a wristlock from a wristwatch that your chances of beating MY HUSBAND in a catch as catch can wrestling match were zero. Akin to a snowball’s chance in a blast furnace. So you pulled a cowardly little trick, got my husband disqualified, and presumably used that tainted “win” to cry and beg mommy Melinda to give you a title shot in some stupid match type where you can use violence and barbarism as a substitute for your obvious lack of wrestling talent. Let me be blunt, Ms. Black, this is not the Hardcore Championship. Your disgusting self and disgusting practices have no such place in this most prestigious of divisions, for THIS most prestigious of championships.
She waves her hand to the Conquest Championship sitting atop Luther’s left shoulder.
Esme: Yet here we are. You, Ms. Black, have pulled a fast one, and seemingly blagged and cheating yourself... I was going to say an advantage, but let’s be real here... a small chance... of beating my husband. But let me ask you something, oh tough bird from Dublin, when the violence and barbarism is not enough to bridge the talent gap, when despite your cheating and crying to mommy Melinda and your tough guy posturing... when all of that is STILL not enough, you lay a broken, bloody mess and the ring announcer shouts... AND STILL... your Conquest Champion... what then?
She chuckles.
Esme: Don’t you get it? You’ve gone all in on this. You are at the point of no return. You’ve put every last chip you own into this stipulation. And if... no, WHEN you lose to MY HUSBAND... the world will see you how I see you. How Luther sees you. As a sham, a fraud, a nobody. Because for all the extra hardware you can bring, in terms of actual talent, you’re going all in with a King high pair. All you have is the illusion of toughness. Dublin street brawler, like that’s supposed to impress anyone. The only thing brutal about Dublin is the price of beer. When you lose to my husband, having given yourself every advantage, no-one will fear you anymore. You will be exposed, as a big-mouthed low-talent hack. And then your career here in SRW, save for maybe fighting highlights Hilton for the Hardcore garbage title... will be on the scrap heap. You gambled it all on this one hand and at Dog Days Of Thunder, my husband will not just call that bluff of yours, he will win and he will be seen as a true hero to all of your victims to all who were afraid and fell before you. You thought the scales would tip to your advantage Miss Black but now you have inadvertently done myself and my darling husband a favour, because this win over you in a match that seems tailor made for you, will make the next bargain bin baddie, think twice before threatening SRW’s Conquest Champion.
She smiles at Luther who still seems out of place, in his fancy suit, expensive shoes and all. He steps up, dressed all white shining bright from all the muck around him.
Luther: Miss Black, Juliet, you don’t mind me calling you that do you? I mean I’d say something about being formal and manners, but given how clear you made to me earlier just how little you care of what I think or have to say. Given what type of a match we are headed for in just few short days. Calling you by your first name probably won’t mean much towards how I’ll be treated when I step into this..emerald death house match, whatever that is supposed to mean anyway.
He shakes his head in disbelief as if even the name of the match was as foreign to him as the concept was before going on.
Luther: I don’t really care how this match came to be, it doesn’t matter if you went to Melinda asking for this or if she decided it herself. It does not change the fact that we are both in this match and before the week is done we will know just what it cost to us both of being part of a match like this. I would not classify myself as a “hardcore” wrestler by any stance, but what I am not is a coward, Juliet. So if you think that this match type would scare me and have me come out begging for you pleading to call it off or even handing you the championship to avoid what you will no doubt relish with great detail my future torment and ass-whoopin’ about to come in your hands at Dog Days Of Thunder..then will be disappointed.
He smiles, just for a moment apologetically almost.
Luther: When we were set to meet for the first time I told you that I was expecting a great match, that I was looking forward to facing you despite your less than polite responses. Well Juliet, just because our previous match ended before it started does not mean that I am still not looking forward to the great match between us and if the setting has to be in the form it is..in this concept that would make Freddy Krueger an insomniac or have Jason Vorhees to move to the suburbs just to get the hell away from camp grounds..then so be it Juliet. We are going to have that great match and you know who I feel sorry for? No, it isn’t you. How selfish would you have to be to think that, Juliet! Nope, I’m not sorry for you. I’m sorry for everyone else on the very event. Hardcore Championship match could have three dozen people there with 3 hardware stores worth of powertools..CCM, UVR and our esteemed Queen Of The South Champion could have enough ladders to get themselves to moon and back..and you know what Juliet? They STILL would not be able to give the fans of Southern Rebellion Wrestling the match we are giving them. Fayetteville North Carolina..it might as well be hell itself, place does not matter..I told you I was going to have a great match with you and I WILL have it, whether you want to give it to me or do I have to drag you through one and beat it out of you myself? Well THAT will be entirely your own choice Juliet.
His eyes glow a sinister glare as he went on that voice deeper, almost a growl.
Luther: I’m not saying I’m tougher than you, I won’t spend time listing out things I’d be willing to do to you or throw out idle threats to make myself seem like some sort of a big shot. You are a hard woman, you enjoy hurting people. I get that probably more than you would know, it’s almost like I was you in another life..so no I won’t grandstand here and act like I am going to end you. I’ve been on the receiving end with such threats and everything you can imagine so many times that all that might as well be a fly buzzing next to my ear, I’ve heard it all it’s been said by people of all shapes, sizes, genders and origins. Yet I am still here and I’m sure you think just like all of them did, that you are different, that you are tougher..to that I say: I welcome that. People have been trying to rid this business of me since I started, it’s been 13 long years and while many of them have retired, moved on and even died with those threats. I am still here Juliet, so don’t get your hopes up, okay?
He snickers.
Luther: You got what you wanted Juliet, you got this little brewhaha of a match which could not be more up your alley even if you lived at the end of that alley. You wanted a carte blanche license to hurt against me? You wanted a shot at a REAL Championship and not that “hardcore” Championship which you held twice already? You got that too. So in all fairness Juliet, I think it’s only fair that now it’s my turn to get something..I want that match Juliet, I want that great match you stole from me with your shenanigans.
He stands there calm and calculated before bellowing out from the top of his lungs
Luther: GIVE ME WHAT I WANT! GIVE ME WHAT I WANT JULIET!
He stands there, smirking and chuckles.
Luther: you got all you wanted, it’s my turn now and whatever happens to you at Dog Days Of Thunder, Whatever you go through at the Crown Coliseum Juliet, just remember.
He leans in to the camera.
Luther: You wanted it. See you soon.
With disgust the Conquest Champion walks off with his wife clearly beside herself with anticipation. She motions at the direction he left and mouths off:
“AND STILL”
Before we cut to black.