HH NS: Alpha Storm vs CoT'N

[Ben Jacobs]

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Monday, December 14th @ Noon (Board Time)

[Cot'N]

The scene opens up with Drexl and Annie Lust at one of the Flying Saucer chains located on President Clinton Avenue. This time they look alot less out of place. Drexl is wearing a pair of Lucky mudwashed jeans, a white t-shirt, black leather jacket, and a pair of blue tented sunglasses. Annie is dressed in a pair of jeans and a white halter top. They are seated at the bar. Even after such a short time some of the locals at the Flying Saucer already recognize them and they recieve a few "hellos"...some nice...some not so nice. Drexl orders up a Landshark while Annie drinks a Smirnoff Ice.

Annie: This is alot better. I'm actually starting to enjoy the town a bit more.

Drexl: Well, it's no Detroit or New York or even Jersey, but it's much better inside the city. At least it's a nice place to watch a football game. Especially now that most of the college stuff is off. I don't think it would be as nice around here during those Saturday Razorback games.

Annie: Plus, it's alot easier to take as long as I'm drinking.

Drexl: At least they have good beer here.

Annie: That's not an import you are drinking though.

Drexl: I'm not big on those bitter beers that you can eat with a sthingy. Don't get me wrong, I don't want one of those watered down beers like Bud Light or Miller. This is the good in between beer. You get the flavor, but not that aftertaste like you've bit a fingernail you used to scratch your ear with.

Annie: Nice image, Drex. Did I tell you how charming you can be sometimes?

Drexl: I'm sorry. Guess it's just that I been around this crowd for so long, I'm forgetting my normal manners.

Annie: You've never had manners.

Laughing.

Annie: I'm kinda glad Satin and Galen decided to catch a movie. It's good for us just to hang out alone. Gives us a chance to talk more.

Drexl: That's the basis of a great couple. Talking.

Annie: Yeah. That's something Delilah and Mikey can't do. Talk things out.

Drexl: I don't see how they can even work anything out.

Annie: Guess it's a good think Mikey can't talk. At least we don't have to listen to how infatuated he is with that pale faces emo girl.

Drexl: That's not the best thing that Mikey has going for him. The best thing is that he paints his ugly face so that we don't have to look at him.

Annie: I'd say the same thing about his girlfriend.

Drexl: If only she was a mute too.

Annie: I'll admit that she's tough. She's not fooled as easily as most people around here.

Drexl: That's cause' she's been big time. She was in World Pro. Even though it always seemed she was caught up in something there as well. She's not like the normal rednecks around RCW.

Annie: My God, sometimes I feel like dental hygene is forbidden when I go into that boys and girls club.

Drexl: I'm not doubting Delilah's ability in the ring though. She's hung in there with some of the best in the business. I feel like someday she'll realize that Mikey is about as reliable as a cheap battery in the winter, I feel like she would be up for a Southern Heritage title shot.

Annie: You're going all out with that.

Drexl: How many more Ase, Phil, Gavelon, and Jeffrey Hollywood matches can the fans of RCW handle. At least Delilah would be something different. I swear sometimes I feel like AJ Supreme and Ben Jacobs have been hanging out with that guy that owns the big fed up north.

Annie: It's time for a wakeup call.

Drexl: And that's why we are here, babe. You, Annie, Galen, and I are going to shake things up a little bit around here.

The scene fades to return later to Drexl and Galen seated at a makeshift set at their current hotel room in Little Rock. Drexl is still wearing the same t-shirt, jacket, and sunglasses. Galen is dressed in a blue button up dress shirt, a pair of khaki pants, and a pair of RayBan sunglasses.

Galen: Delilah, Mikey, I know you think that you are the good guys here. I know that you think you are doing what's right for RCW. I know that you think you will walk out of Never Surrender as the heroes of Razorback. But Delilah, Mikey, that's not the case at all. Understand Delilah, that you two are simply holding up progress.

Drexl: We aren't here to harm you. We're not here to take anyone out of action. We aren't here to take your futures in RCW away. We're here to make RCW better.

Galen: But you guys must understand that to make an omelet, sometimes you've got to break a few eggs. Delilah and Mikey, you two just happen to be a couple of eggs.

Drexl: It's okay, Delilah. I know that right now you don't respect us. You've got your little nicknames for us. That's completely understandable. It's human nature to be afraid of change. It's in your blood to dislike what you don't understand.

Galen: But we don't have time to try to change your mind, Delilah. We don't have time to sit down and talk with you about our plans to recreate Razorback Championship Wrestling.

Drexl: And I'm sure that you didn't want us in your little match with High Society. I know you think we may have caused you a tag team title shot...but is that really worth all the anger and name calling.

Galen: You see, AJ Supreme and Ben Jacobs understand that Climax of th' Night is good for RCW. They wouldn't have put us in that match had they not. Even though the overall plan hasn't been revealed to them, they know that we will be a big part of RCW taking that next step forward.

Drexl: I'm sure there'll be more resistance along the way. I'm sure that the New Level won't like what we are doing. I'm sure that it will go all the way to the Southern Heritage title. I'm sure that Doug Gavelon and his cousin, sister, janitor, and garbage man will be hisitant to what we've got planned for RCW.

Galen: Doug Gavelon, Ase, Jeffrey Hollywood will be against the plans we have to make RCW huge. Because right now they can have their little three ways and keep passing that title around and around to each other. Same thing with the Natural Title or the Hog Wild Tag Titles. As of right now, those titles are being passed around like a tai hooker at a bachelor party. The same hands keep them.

Drexl: But when RCW is moving forward, new competition will come. That scares everyone. They can't promise another title run when the they have more real competition.

Galen: While guys like you Delilah, Mikey, Dewey Bird, Page, and Matt Cook are left out, guys like Doug Gavelon, Jeffrey Hollywood, and The Phil will feel the same way. They won't have those title matches that seem to be handed to them month after month.

Drexl: But Delilah, Mikey, we have this one match standing in our way first, and we really don't have time to let up.

Galen: If we have to get into a violent frame of mind, then that's what we will do. If we have to sweat, bleed, hurt that's what we'll do.

Drexl: This is just that important to us, and it's that important to Razorback Championship Wrestling's future. And someday soon enough, you all will be thanking us, because you all will be working in the best wrestling federation in history.

Galen: Maybe not everyone, Galen. I'm sure guys like Gavelon and Hollywood will be wondering what happened to their titles.

Drexl: Well, almost all of you will be thanking us.

The scene closes once again, this time for the end.

[Delilah Ghost]

Once visions of BBQ dance across the screen, the picture changes to something that wouldn't look out of place in a 70's horror movie. Jungle has grown up around a ruined church, torches burning on either side of a crumbling doorway. More firelight can be seen flickering inside through the broken windows. The picture gives a slight jump as some unknown creature screams in the darkness, startling the cameraman as he slowly approaches the church.

Inside is much like the outside. Broken, nearly disintegrated pews share space with trees that have grown up through the floor. Creeping vines have taken over a wall to the left, crawling through holes in the wall where the stone has fallen away. More torches hang off to the right, others jabbed into the dirt. Shadows dance crazily off the walls, nearly causing the cameraman to miss the figure at the front of the church. Sitting atop an altar also overgrown with the vines, dressed all in black, is none other than Mikey. He waves hello as the cameraman walks around the fire, moving toward the front of the church.

"Where's D?"

Mikey points at something behind the cameraman. The picture gives another little jump after the cameraman turns to find Delilah Ghost standing on the other side of the fire.

"I was torn between starting off with a little light comedy, or going straight to gothic horror," she says, staring into the fire. She almost seems to live up to her name, pale white skin glowing in the dark, accentuated by the black leather pants and black tank top.

"Suppose I should thank Skippy and Sparky for helping me make up my mind. Attempting to put words in my mouth and thoughts in my head tends to make me a bit....grumpy."

"We...think...we're the good guys? We think we're doing the right thing for RCW? We think we'll walk out of Never Surrender the heroes? We think you two chuckleheads cost us a title shot? I think...someone hasn't been paying attention. We're not the good guys, boys. Never claimed to be. As far as doing the right thing goes...well...umm...HA! Unless your idea of the 'right thing' includes shedding blood and inflicting pain...then maybe. Will Mikey and I finding new and interesting ways to help you two set the new record for most bones broken in the human body make us heroes? Well...sign us up. We'll even come in and sign your full body casts. Every artist should sign their work, I'd say."

Delilah grins as she steps around the fire, walking over to a huge green mass that may have been the pulpit at one time. "Title shot. Psshhh. Couldn't care less anymore. It's not about winning, or losing, or title shots, or even RCW. Everyone else would be all 'We're gonna whup you, then High Society or whoever has the belts then we'll be champs'. I just can't bring myself to do that. It would be...dishonest. It's a little more basic than that. Practically Darwinism. Because we are here to hurt you. If Jacobs hadn't made this little get-together a falls count anywhere, we'd probably be dq'ed in five minutes with security pulling us off your mutilated bodies. Doing the right thing has no place in this match. It's not about that, it's about teaching a couple of punk b*tches just what happens when they start...thinking."

"See...you can do right...you can do wrong...or you can do whatever the hell you want. We shall happily continue choosing the latter. We shall go into this match with a smile on our lips and a song in our hearts, unfettered by the anxiety of winning or possible future title shots. I myself am happy that you two are willing to get violent, because it's the only thing that might save you. The future of RCW will be meeting the present, filled with murderous intent and boundless love of violence. You can't win against a force of nature, children, and the storm is coming. Are you ready?"

The unknown animal cries out in the darkness once again, and the picture fades to black......

[BDC]

After the camera man gets done filming the scene with Delilah and Mikey, he turns and head for the door.

They don't pay me enough for this crap.

As he reaches for the door way out, the door swings open, and in the stands "The Kingpin" BDC.

Very well put Delilah, but I think I have some things to add. C'mere Mute.

Mikey hops down off his Alter and stands behind Delilah, holding her tight, embracing her next to the fire.

Just who the hell do you 4 think you are? One of you thinks that you're Dr. Phil. Talking has nothing to do with the bond that these two Warriors share. Talking has no basis for the love they share. The thing that you four really need to worry about, they don't need to talk while they beat you all over the arena, and quite possibly, all over every Southern State in the Union. Now let's just step back and look at what we're dealing with here. Let's start with the Silicon Twins. You two have more clap than an auditorium. Gross. I still haven't figured out the point of you two. Purpose? None. At Hog Heaven, stay out of the way, I won't be there, but who's to say Delilah won't turn around and feed you to the Poltergeist. Or turn you into "The Wretched" This is an ill battle girls, stay out of it.

BDC throws another log on the fire.

This brings me to Wham.... I mean Cot'N. Goofs. Goobers. Waste of damn good talent. I don't get how you two just think you can waltz into R.C.W. and become the cream of the crop. You will realize the the measuring stick for being tough is the Alpha Storm, and now you slack-jaws decided to get yourselves booked in Falls Count Anywhere against the Sid and Nancy of Pro Wrestling! So, Cot'N, get off your treadmills and hear the Kingpin! Prepare for a world of beautiful violence, after this Storm comes rolling through, FEMA won't help you out!


Delilah kisses Mikey then Mikey blows black mist into the camera. The shot fades as the cameraman can be heard screaming.

[Cot'N]

The scene opens to Drexl's suite hotel room. Annie sits on the sofa as Drexl hangs his phone up. Drexl just adjusts his gold rimmed sunglasses to the top of his fauxhawk. His face shows an obvious bit of dissatisfaction on his face.

Drexl: They nixed it.

Annie: What?

Drexl: The whole idea.

Annie: Why?

Drexl: They said that RCW wasn't ready for that kind of "change" and that they've had offers in the past for the same thing.

Annie: Was it AJ?

Drexl: His errand boy, Ben. Might has well been AJ. He made the call.

Annie: So now what?

Drexl: Doesn't matter that they are afraid of change, it's coming whether they want it or not. Believe me, AJ Supreme may have made a big chunk of change in World Pro and all his other ventures, but our pull and pockets run much deeper.

Annie: Then why do you look so dissapointed?

Drexl: I'm not trying to rush things, but I didn't think we would have to take baby steps.

Annie: Believe me, at Never Surrender, RCW won't think we are taking baby steps.

Drexl: I'm going to call Galen and let him know what Ben and AJ said, then we'll figure out what to do next. Either way, we need to cut another promo for Never Surrender.

The scene ends and then returns to the same set as before. Drexl is dressed in a pair of jeans, a grey t-shirt with a black maltese cross on the front. Galen is dressed in a pair of leather pants, an Affliction t-shirt and a pair of blue tented chrome rimmed sunglasses. Hair gel is in it's full effect today.

Galen: Delilah, Mikey, believe us nobody is doubting your love for each other.

Drexl: Only you two could find love with each other.

Galen: A pale skinned psycho chic that looks as though she should be sleeping in a bodybag.

Drexl: And a slime salivating mute that wears even slightly more makeup than his girlfriend.

Galen: We completely understand your love, and we condone it. It's just your anger that bothers us.

Drexl: We just don't understand why you call us names.

Galen: We don't understand why you continue to belittle our abilities.

Drexl: We just...

Galen: ...don't understand.

Drexl: Like we said, there's always going to be a resistance to change.

Galen: Even AJ Supreme and Ben Jacobs are restistant.

Drexl: Did you think if someone had a glimpse of the computerized world we live in now back in the 70's would have accepted it right off the cuff.

Galen: Hell no.

Drexl: Hell no.

Galen: They'd have fought it off tooth and nail.

Drexl: Yet we live in a world, where those that are left behind are still struggling to catch up. A world where anyone can communicate.

Galen: A better world.

Drexl: So Mutie, you can have BDC trash talk us and our girlfriends all you want.

Galen: Delilah, you can stoop to the pathetic levels of name calling.

Drexl: Doesn't matter.

Galen: Doesn't matter.

Drexl: AJ Supreme, you can deny our ideas.

Galen: Ben Jacobs, you can slow our progress.

Drexl: Doesn't matter.

Galen: Doesn't matter.

Drexl: We are going to make RCW a better place.

Galen: With or without anyone's help.

Drexl: But when you're left behind....

Galen: ....like the fossils in this computer world.

Drexl: It won't matter.

Galen: It won't matter.

Scene fades.