SD 59: CJ vs Rose vs Davis

[Ben Jacobs]

Post rps below.

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Thursday, April 29th @ 11:59 PM CST (board time)

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[Josh Davis]

- Price For Glory

["Sensational" CJ Swanson]

(Looking out at a night sky from the windowsill of his expensive, high-class condo, CJ Swanson smiles as he contemplates what is to come for him at the next Southern Dynamite event. He takes a sip from his champagne glass as he puts his thoughts into words.)

CJS: Finally…the RCW figureheads have seen the light and have given me what I have been owed since I came to this organization: some real competition. I now have a place on the card, while not entirely fulfilling, better serves to further springboard my career. Now, people can finally see me for what I truly am as I take down elite competitor after elite competitor and then capture the richest prize in RCW: the Southern Heritage Championship.

(Slowly, CJ turns his head to look straight into the camera; licking his lips before continuing.)

CJS: In order to accomplish my goal, I must - no - I WILL defeat my two opponents in spectacular fashion this week. I must admit that one such opponent will be somewhat heartbreaking for me as it will come at the expense of another finely-tuned athlete. In fact, he reminds me a lot of me. Of course, I’m talking about Josh Davis. Sure, he spoke his mind on me and gave me his honest opinion; I can respect him for that because, as the minorities would say, “Real recognizes real.” He is someone who knows that class, glitz and glamour is just as important as talent and actions inside the ring. In other words he knows as well as I do that if you’ve got it, flaunt it. He’s one half of the Hog Wild Tag Team Champions for a reason: because he was bred for it; just like the name says. And like any great athlete, he’s done an excellent job of aligning himself with more outstanding individuals: Jeffrey Hollywood; Vash; Heather Divine. Truly, they are all better than the inbred, swine-loving hicks of Arkansas. Had my…talents…not driven off all others due to jealousy, I would certainly be surrounded by as great of individuals, if not greater.

(CJ takes another sip from his glass; savoring the flavor as he does so. He then sets the glass down on the windowsill before turning his whole body towards the camera.)

CJS: In other words, Josh, it’ll be a great pleasure in defeating you at Southern Dynamite. A victory over any champion is a marvelous experience and a victory over an honorable and honest champion like you would be the greatest experience of all. The jealous pigs of the Boys and Girls Club are fearful of your success so imagine the fear I will command when I show you that I’m Too Good to be True. I would put you in the SSDD but a true warrior such as you, I know, would refuse to quit so I won’t waste my time with that. Just know that I am a giving person and do not cause further pain to the noble fallen. So, if you ever need a favor, look no further than CJ Swanson: the man who makes all the b*tches jealous. However, never doubt my greatness again because I shall become the most vengeful son of a b*tch you’ll ever know. One occasion of overlooking me is understandable by an athlete such as yourself; a second would prove your blindness and cause your death because I refuse to let my world be run by the weak.

(A chuckle comes through CJ’s devilish smile. He soon wipes it away as he turns to his second opponent; a more determined look appearing instead.)

CJS: Of course, the same cannot be said about opponent #2: the “Rotten Little Flower” of Alexander Rose. Rose, unlike the half-wit fools in the audience and on the announce teams, I see through your façade. You are the kind of person who needs to be accepted; needs to feel the love and joy from anyone and everyone who doesn’t count; needs to feel like you actually matter to those idiots. I mean, let’s go ahead and dissect everything that you think makes you special. Your smile: the only difference between you and a horse is your lack of a tail. However, I wouldn’t be surprised if you quickly grew one, tucked it up and ran off when you felt my presence in that ring. Maybe if you spent less money on flowers to make the school girls and old ladies c***m themselves and spent more money where it’s needed, your smile would actually pass for human instead of a stench-filled, bucking idiot of an animal. Don’t mistake my “horse-faced” comments to mean that I think you’re a stallion because, on your best day, you’re an ugly, retarded gelding.

(CJ picks his glass back up before walking forward; down his hallway. He stops by a vase sitting on a pedestal; picking up a red rose sitting within. He holds his ground in this spot as he takes a sniff of the flower.)

CJS: And then there are the roses: quite frankly, a lazy reference to your own name. However, a rose certainly fits you, Alex. You’ve certainly grown to your fullest extent and your colorful nature has made many of the mundane people of the world to actually take notice of you. But then, there’s what comes AFTER you reach your extent. You stop to grow; you start to welt; you start to slink to the ground; your pedals then start to fall off as they lose their color until finally…

(CJ breaks the rose in half; crushing the pedals together before throwing the remains on the floor.)

CJS: …you die and allow the fools of the world to pay attention to the next “little flower” that comes along the following season. Face it, Alex: your career is just like a rose in that it can only last so long before it withers and falls.

(CJ takes a final drink from his glass as he finishes off its contents. He walks through the kitchen; setting the empty glass on the sink counter as he does. He makes his way into the living room; sitting on the suede couch; next to a lovely, young blonde who smiles as he does so; staring over an open fire.)

CJS: And then there’s your style in the ring…about the most boring experience I’ve ever seen.

(The unnamed woman feigns a yawn as CJ continues.)

CJS: You go out there, pull off a few moves, play to those hicks on the outside and put the true talent to sleep. No wonder our other opponent had so much trouble with Creed last week: he had to wake up from your snooze fest.

(The woman runs her hands over CJ’s partially exposed chest from his unbuttoned dress shirt; he pays her no mind.)

CJS: I truly hope the viewers don’t tune out again on your match as they’ll be sorry that they did. I will actually carry an Alexander Rose match; on my own if I had to. I will make the beating I give you, Alex, so spectacular that it’ll rank right up there with Pearl Harbor or the Tet Offensive for greatest slaughter of all-time. I will have every Joe Schmoe and Two-Bit Charlie tuning into Versus as they witness your destruction; causing them to call up all their bumpkin friends and say (in a hick-style voice) “Hey y’all, dere’s dis kewl guy named CJ Swanson poundin’ da sheet outta dis one punk named Rose. Y’all gotta see it!”

(The woman laughs as she places her head on CJ’s shoulder. His hand movements to further his point cause her to raise her head back up; almost perturbed at the lack of interest shown to her as CJ speaks again in his natural voice.)

CJS: Rose, know that I will put you through the SSDD as you are nothing more than a little b*tch who is soon to start crying for your mother. I want to make you suffer; I want you to feel the worst pain you’ve ever felt in your life. Once I force you to submit, you will see that you’re not the Prototype of a great athlete: I AM! Alex, I promise that you shall see who the true sensation of RCW is and his name is CJ Swanson.

(CJ turns to the woman as her smile returns. As he moves his right hand up her body, he motions towards the camera man with his left; signaling for him to go away.)

[Alexander Rose]

It is Thursday night, the final night before Southern Dynamite. Inside a bar outside Fayetteville, we see Alexander Rose, dressed in an impeccable three piece suit- all black with a dark red tie. A matching dark red rose is pinned to his lapel. He stands leaning against the bar inside the dimly lit establishment, apparently talking to a woman seated next to him. He flashes his goofy smile as the conversation is picked up...

"The Prototype" Alexander Rose: I know exactly what you are talking about. Lots of bravado, no real backbone. Thing is, I don't know exactly what I did to make both these guys all deep with the anger. I haven't even seen them backstage. Of course, maybe that's because I don't demand my own private dressing room.

A low playing song- "Devil's Dance Floor" by Flogging Molly, plays on the nearby jukebox as the woman slings her hair over her shoulder, and takes a drink from her glass.

Woman: Seems to me guys like that are always trying to make up for their "shortcomings." You know, the guys with no real equipment, so they have some god awful muscle car. Might be the same with these guys. They aren't exactly stars, on their way, maybe, but stars not yet. And they can't stand that, so they build themselves up to that. You sure I can't buy you a drink?

Rose flashes his smile again, and puts his hand up.

"The Prototype" Alexander Rose: No, that's okay, I don't drink.

Woman: We could have gone somewhere else beside a bar, then.

"The Prototype" Alexander Rose: No, no. This is fine. Decent music, not too crowded. Though, I do have to get going soon- match tomorrow.

The woman turns in her chair, facing Rose, but still facing away from the camera.

Woman: Very well- let's cut to the chase- we, my company, and I, see great potential in you, Mr. Rose. And before you get too big and somebody else gets a hold of you, I took the initiative to make an overture toward you- I represent an agency that would love to have your business. You're on your way to superstardom, I see it now- you'll want representation when that time comes.

The woman finishes her drink, and places money on the bar while Rose just has a clueless look on his face. The woman takes no notice, and giggles.

Woman: And let's face it, once you break through, you'll have promoters falling all over themselves to get your contract. The bidding war will be insane, and with us behind you, we can drive it sky high, and make you richer than you can possibly imagine. Don't answer now- just think about it. Here's my card, call me when you're ready to talk business.

The woman leaves a card in Rose's hand, and walks off, leaving Rose standing there with a confused look on his face.


END SCENE.


The camera rolls- it's dark. A match strikes, and Alexander Rose is behind the flame. He lights a candle, which surprisingly lights up his image rather well. Rose does not even acknowledge the camera, instead is facing to the side, against a wall with a blacked out screened window in it. Dim light appears to be coming from it. Rose speaks, seemingly to himself.

"The Prototype" Alexander Rose: Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession.

Voice: Go on.

"The Prototype" Alexander Rose: Father, I come to beg forgivness not for what I have done, but what I am to do. I have two egotistical maniacs I must destroy in the middle of the ring to prove they aren't nearly as great as they pretend to be.

Voice: Now, son- you know violence is not the answer.... but it is rather conveinent and festive.

Rose seems visibly taken back by the statement, and continues on, but looks into the camera.

"The Prototype" Alexander Rose: I-... I'm a little unsure which one to start with. Truly, these two are carbon copies of each other. All bravado, claiming to be Amazing or Sensational. But, Father, I guess I will start with "Truly Amazing" Josh Davis. I guess I should start with this- Davis- riding your brother's coattails to a wrestling gig isn't exactly amazing. Neither is your loud mouth. You see, Davis, you do have me at a disadvantage- in the big talk department. You see I prefer to do my talking in the ring- with my skill. You, my friend, have none I can see. Sure, you have a couple of fancy moves, but no real wrestling ability to speak of. Your right, I've only had one match, while you've had a couple more, and once again rode your brother's coattails to a tag team title. Do you knowwhat would be TRULY AMAZING? Seeing how you fare in a match without your brother and Vash ready to run out and save you at the first sign of trouble. But, Davis, you will see in just a few short hours that I have more than just mediocre talent.

Voice: That man is a sinner, my son. It is your duty to the Lord to make him pay for his pride.

Rose seems to ignore the voice from the other side of the screen, and continues.

"The Prototype" Alexander Rose: And then there is "Sensational" CJ Swanson- Who can see through some facade. Considering I've been in the ring once, I think it's kind of hard for you to truly know me. But, then again, you haven't accomplished too much in the ring either, yet claim to be the greatest thing since the Boston Crab, so I guess you can try your hand at being psychic with no experience there, either. More power to you. Comparing me to a horse, Swanson? That is truly pathetic and childish. This is big boy wrestling, Swanson, not 1997 back when childish was the thing. Comparing my affinity to giving lovely ladies roses to the life span of actual rose actually... made you look really stupid. Your eyes glazed over as you ranted on and on about a rose's life span. Seemed almost like an Exorcist moment to me. Of course, you forgot to mention the best thing about roses.

In the dim light, Rose picks the dark red rose off his lapel, and sniffs it in.

"The Prototype" Alexander Rose: They are things of beauty... and also dangerous at the same time. Maybe not dangerous to humans, but dangerous nonetheless. Thorns cover the stem to protect it from predators looking to devour it. And that, Swanson, is what you are trying to do. You can trying to devour my career, and prey on me because you think I'm just a helpless flower. But, just like the flower, this Rose has thorns. And you will see that very soon. And if traditional wrestling bores you, how on earth did you learn to wrestle? The basic Greco-Roman style is what is needed to be a success in the ring, now a fancy flying move or a hip theme song, or ears so big an elephant could fly with them-

Rose flashes his smile, and then quickly bows his head.

"The Prototype" Alexander Rose: Forgive me, Father... that was an immature comment unbefitting of a gentlemen.

Voice: I thought it was funny.

"The Prototype" Alexander Rose: You aren't Father McIntyre, are you?

Voice: Uhh.. he's sick. I'm Father.... uhh.... Time?

"The Prototype" Alexander Rose: Father Time? Really?

Voice: Dare you doubt the world of a Holy Man?!

Rose cracks a half-smile.

"The Prototype" Alexander Rose: Actually, it's not that big a deal for me, be Father Time if it makes you happy. Just like Swanson can be "Sensational" if it makes him happy. Either way, I'm walking out of Southern Dynamite with my hand raised. And you two will be Sensationally Amazed that you just got beat cause your egos blind you, but everybody with clear sight sees I am obviously the superior wrestler because I am, simply, the Prototype of the coming age.

Voice: Beautiful! Beautiful. I'm looking forward to you destroying these two egotistical losers. Go, do it now! The Lord commands you.

The camera backs up as Rose stands up, and shakes his head looking at the screen.

"The Prototype" Alexander Rose: Seems like everybody I run into today is off balance in some way or another.

Fin'