Karl O'Sullivan vs. H vs. Alex Crowe

[AJ Supreme]

Post RP's for this match below.

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RP deadline is Tuesday, September 2nd @ 11:59 PM CST

Match & segment deadline is Wednesday, September 3rd @ 8:30 AM CST.

[Alex Crowe]

----{One Last Step}----

["Sensational" CJ Swanson]

~{The scene opens at the front entrance of the Fayetteville Boys and Girls Club. It’s nighttime as only the entrance lights are shining. Sitting on a rail next to the door is one of the combatants involved in the Triple Threat Match at Southern Dynamite. He is wearing a black hooded sweatshirt and black pants. H, as he is known, sits and thinks to himself.}~

(I made it. I finally made it. I’m just one step away from being a champion in this place. Hopefully, things don’t end up like last time. Then again, I was a completely different person back in those days. So much has changed since then: me, the competitors I’m faced with, even the business itself. Who would have ever thought a company THAT big would go under and yet a small-time company like RCW could thrive so well.)

~{As he thinks to himself, H rolls up his left sleeve, looks down to his wristhingych and checks the time. He rolls the sleeve back up and steps up off the rail.}~

(Showtime.)

~{H walks through the entrance and into the production area of the building. He finds Melvin Gates waiting for him.}~

MG - Hello, H.

H – Hello, Melvin. Everything set up?

MG – It certainly is. You’re right on time.

H – Good, let’s get this taken care of because I’ve got some more training to do.

MG – Not a problem.

~{Melvin signals the crew with his hand as they begin the process. The red light on the camera turns on and they begin rolling as Melvin’s graphic comes up on the screen.}~



MG – Hello again, wrestling fans. This is Melvin Gates: the man who always has the scoop in RCW. Right now, I’m about to get the scoop on the mysterious H. He was victorious in one of his matches at School of Hard Knocks and therefore will compete in a Triple Threat Match at Southern Dynamite with a Natural Title shot on the line. First of all, H, I would like to thank you for taking the time to join me.

H – No trouble at all, Melvin.

MG – Now, at School of Hard Knocks, you competed in the Hog Wild Matchup. Tell me, are there any problems that resulted from that match?

H – Other than some ribbing from the boys in the back, nothing really.

~{H cracks a smile which Melvin returns and then becomes a little shocked as this is the first time H has ever shown humor in an interview. H’s demeanor quickly turns back to serious.}~

H – But seriously, Melvin, while that Go 2 Sleep from Tiffany did have some after effects on my jaw, it wasn’t anything that I haven’t taken before in a match and I’m sure it won’t be the last time. Obviously, it didn’t prevent me from competing in my second match of the show.

MG – Of course, you’re referring to your rematch against Lee Jackson. It seemed like you had control of that entire match. Were there any problems out there against Lee?

H – Not really. I mean, it’s always hard to handle a larger competitor but it wasn’t anything he didn’t show me in our first encounter. Like I said before, Lee’s just a big guy who’s only here to collect a paycheck. He isn’t worried about succeeding in this company or this business and I’m sure that if you told him to hook in a crossface chicken wing, he’d wipe a piece of chicken across his face.

~{Melvin’s eyebrows rise a bit.}~

MG – Those are certainly some strong words towards Lee Jackson.

H – Well, considering I’ve had his number in two matches and with relative ease, I’d say I have the right to speak these words.

MG – Very well. Now, like I said earlier, you’re involved in a Triple Threat Match this week. What do you feel about your opponents?

H – Well, I’ll start with Karl O’Sullivan. He seems like a tough kid but I think he’s here through divine intervention.

MG – How do you mean?

H – Well, in his debut match here, he was handily defeated by former Southern Heritage Champion, Ase. Somehow, when I asked Mr. Supreme to involve people in this title contendership scenario, he must’ve gone by some competitor’s rap from a previous organization. That’s the only reason I can think of for Karl or Lee Jackson for being in the equation whatsoever.

MG – I’m sure you’re referring to his claim of being undefeated for most of his career.

H – Exactly. While I’m not saying the competition in Ireland or Europe are pushovers but I’ve seen competitors from independent promotions in the United States, smaller than RCW, go over to Europe on a tour and completely demolish entire rosters. I’m sorry but competition in the United States, especially in RCW.

MG – Of course, Karl did win his match at School of Hard Knocks.

H – Yes, he did and should be commended for it. He beat a very physical, violent competitor in Nebula but the question is: how would the outcome have turned out if Nebula’s knee wouldn’t have given out? The way I see it, coming into this match, Karl has a lot to prove. He has to prove that he can beat someone at full strength and has to show that it actually means something when he says he’s defeated all of these different competitors across the pond.

MG – Now, let’s turn your attention towards the third competitor, Alex Crowe.

H – Crowe is someone with a ton of experience in this company. He has defeated former Natural Champion Brock Davids, he challenged Doug Gavelon and he defeated Brett Johnson to enter this matchup. However, it seems like he’s begun to whine way too much about what he’s done in this company and why people don’t take him seriously.

~{H looks straight into the camera.}~

H – Alex, people aren’t saying they don’t accept you. People are saying that instead of resting on your accomplishments, you have to go out there every night and prove you still belong. Take your opponent from School of Hard Knocks, Brett Johnson, for instance. He’s had some preliminary success in this company but every time he tries to reach the pinnacle of our company, he’s fallen short. And yet, he and his Canadian cohorts still say “What about me and my shot?” It’s time to quit talking and start fighting. You can’t trust in the kindness of others because they can just as quickly turn on you. How much longer do you think you can last in this company, without continuous wins over top competition, before you’re thrown aside and your spot’s given to a “more-deserving” person and rightfully so.

~{The corner of H’s mouth raises in a smirk as he continues.}~

H – We all know about your past accomplishments, Alex, but it’s time you set out to prove why you have a future in RCW. It’s time we all see if you have what it takes to earn a title shot. I don’t think you have it, Alex. As talented as you and Karl are in the ring, I just don’t think either of you has what it takes to beat me in that ring. At Southern Dynamite, come hell or high water, I will stand victorious in that ring and will get my title shot against Doug Gavelon. I will take you both to the limit and give you a lesson in pain. Remember this lesson, remember H because at Southern Dynamite, it signals the doom for both Alex Crowe and Karl O’Sullivan.

~{H turns back to Melvin as he wraps up.}~

MG – There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. Strong words from a strong competitor, H. Thanks for joining us and we’ll see you all at Southern Dynamite.

~{The camera crew signals “cut” as Melvin shakes H’s hand. H takes his leave of the room and returns to his original location. He stares up at the night’s sky.}~

(This is my week. This is my time. I will finally become what I’ve tried to become for over four years now…a champion. Let’s just hope they’re ready for war because that’s what’s coming.)

FADE TO BLACK

["K-OS" Karl O'Sullivan]

The scene fades in to the parking-lot of the La Quinta Inn hotel, Karl's new base since he arrived in Arkansas almost one month ago. It is mid-morning and the sky is an angry shade of grey, a downpour almost certainly inevitable.

Dressed in a navy blue hooded cotton jacket, stonewash blue denim jeans and black leather boots, Karl O'Sullivan walks out of the hotel and into the back of a waiting taxi. The taxi slowly drives out of the parking-lot and onto the busy highway.

We cut to inside the taxi. The taxi driver looks to be in his early mid 50's and is of Indian descent. He has receding grey hair and a big fat red nose. He wears his taxi uniform; pale blue t-shirt, navy blue tie, navy blue trousers and black shoes. Every now and again, the taxi driver glances in his rear view mirror at Karl sitting on the back seat. The driver strikes up conversation.

DRIVER: You...You wrestle?

KARL: I suppose you can say that.

DRIVER: Yes. I know. O'Sullivan. Karl O'Sullivan. My son. Ahmed. Big Wrestling fan. He's a big fan of Razorback Championship Wrestling. Six years old. Every Wednesday night he orders me to record the show so he can watch it Thursday evening when he comes home from school.

KARL: That's awesome. Your boy has good taste.

DRIVER: Yes. Yes he does. I must admit. So do I. I actually watch the show on Wednesday night. I put Ahmed to bed, crack open a beer, make myself a curry and sit back and watch it. Every night I praise the lord for giving us such beauties like Bette Lee Rose. She is one hot momma, my friend!

KARL: Whaaat? You're joking?

DRIVER: Me? I joke? On the contrary, on the contrary! Karl? Please. You're not gay, are you?

KARL: HAHAHA! No. I'm just joking man. You're right. I agree.

DRIVER: Good. Good. You must get me a date with Bettie Lee Rose! Could you do that?

KARL: Umm...I don't know if it would be that easy.

DRIVER: Why? I shall treat her like a princess. I shall drive her where ever she wants to go. She can sit and relax on my back seat, drinking champagne and then we go back to mine and we make ---

KARL: Ok. I get the picture.

DRIVER: Will you try? For me?

KARL: Yeah.

DRIVER: You will? Thankyou. Thankyou. So. Are you going to become the number one contender?

KARL: Hopefully.

DRIVER: What? Hopefully? That not good. I want to hear 'yes'. 'yes I am going to crush them. Like ants. Then, after I win, I get Bette Lee Rose's number for my good friend Rasheed'.

KARL: Ok.

RASHEED: Say it.

KARL: Yes. I am going to crush them. Then ---

RASHEED: No! No! No! I am going to crush them. Like ants. Say it.

KARL: Like ants. Then ---

RASHEED: No! Come on, my friend! Yes! I am going to crush them! Like ants!

KARL: Yes! I am going to crush them! Like ants!

RASHEED: Oh yeah. Like it.

KARL: Then! After I win! I get Bette Lee Rose's number for my good friend Rasheed!

RASHEED: That's it! Fantastic! Bravo! Brav---

KARL: WATCH OUT!

BANG! Not paying attention, the taxi driver drives straight into the back of the car infront! Smoke starts bellowing out of the radiator and there is a big dent in the trunk of the car infront. Luckily, both the taxi driver and Karl are unhurt.

RASHEED: You alright Karl?

KARL: Yeah. You?

RASHEED: Yeah. Look what happens when I think of Bette Lee Rose!

The driver of the car infront indicates to pull over. The taxi pulls up behind him. The other driver gets out and walks to the back of his car to see the damage. He looks irate, puts his hands to his head and then goes to open the taxi drivers door. Ahmed panicks and quickly locks the car from the inside.

RASHEED: Deary me, Karl. He looks angry.

KARL: Don't you think you should get out and talk ---

RASHEED: Talk? Talk? Does he look like he wants to talk?

The other driver starts banging his fists on the window. Ahmed starts sliding himself down his seat!

KARL: Wind the window down a little. Talk to him.

RASHEED: You talk to him!

KARL: It's not me who crashed the car.

RASHEED: Well...thankyou very much. Hey. I have an idea.

Rasheed turns on the car CD Player. He flicks through the CD changer until we get the nice calming sounds of soft classical music. He then turns up the volume. Loud.

RASHEED: THERE! YOU THINK THAT WILL HELP, KARL?

Again, the driver bangs on the window. This time, a little more agressively. He shouts racial abuse through the window.

RASHEED: LET'S WAIT A WHILE. HE'LL CALM DOWN!

The driver turns and walks back to his car. Ahmed starts breathing a sigh of relief. He turns the music down.

RASHEED: It worked! Thank God for Mozart!

The driver opens his car door and grabs a baseball bat.

RASHEED: Oops.

He then walks back towards the taxi, gesturing to the Indian driver that if he doesn't talk, he'll happily smash his taxi.

RASHEED: Now now. Be nice.

KARL: Listen, Ahmed. I need to be --

RASHEED: I know where you need to be, Karl!

Karl opens the back door and steps outside and tries to talk to the angry man.

KARL: Look man, he's very sorry ---

DRIVER: HAVE YOU SEEN MY CAR? JUST BOUGHT IT TWO DAYS AGO. MY PRIDE AND JOY. LOOK AT IT. RUINED ALREADY.

The driver waves his baseball bat at Ahmed.

DRIVER: HE SHOULDN'T BE BEHIND A WHEEL FULL STOP, NEVER MIND BEHIND A WHEEL ON THESE ROADS OF UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!

The driver waves his baseball bat at Ahmed again.

DRIVER: GET BACK TO YOUR OWN Jiminy Cricket COUNTRY!

KARL: Ok man, that's a bit harsh...take it easy.

DRIVER: HARSH? TAKE IT EASY? LOOK AT MY BABY! LOOK AT HER!

The driver starts kicking Ahmed's door.

DRIVER: GET OUT HERE AND TALK!

Rasheed opens his car door and slowly gets out of the taxi, with his hands up.

RASHEED: I am very sorry, sir.

DRIVER: Too damn right you want to be sorry. You know how much she cost me? I've only had her for two damn days.

RASHEED: If you calm down I'm sure we can work something out.

DRIVER: I know fine well what we're going to do. You're going to get in touch with your insurance company and you're going to pay.

RASHEED: Yes. Certainly sir. But not me, personally. The Taxi company will pay.

DRIVER: The taxi company, then! Two damn days. Two damn freaking days.

RASHEED: Please. Sit in my taxi and we can talk. And err...don't swing your bat! (nervous laugh)

KARL: Listen, Rasheed, I really need to be somewhere. You're not going to be able to drive this thing. I'll find another taxi.

RASHEED: What? No! You leaving me with this guy?

DRIVER: (sighs) You're alright. I'm not going to hurt ya. I'm calm now. Let's just get these details sorted.

KARL: See Rasheed, he's ok, he's playing nice. You'll be alright.

RASHEED: Umm...yeah...ok. Thankyou Karl.

Karl steps onto the pavement and starts walking away.

RASHEED: Hey! What about my fare?

KARL: Umm...I'm going to get you a date with Bette Lee Rose! If I get you hooked up, I owe you nothing. If I don't, I'll pay you your fare. Deal?

RASHEED: Err...Really, I was just joking...

KARL: Take care Rasheed.

The scene fades to black as Karl jumps into another taxi and heads off down the highway again leaving Rasheed alone with the other driver.

TO BE CONTINUED...

["Sensational" CJ Swanson]

~{The familiar dark room is shown with a flicker of light on H’s upper body as he stares at the ground and his hands resting together on his knees. He takes a deep breath before speaking.}~

H – In any profession, I’ve found, it can be very easy to lose focus during a moment of great importance. This momentary slip up can cost someone dearly.

~{H takes a dramatic pause.}~

H – As many of you can tell, I am as focused as ever on the matter at hand: a chance to challenge for the RCW Natural Championship. To be a champion has been my goal since day one. I have never wavered nor shall I until my goal is met. I am now one step from that goal and while this would be the time to lose focus, I refuse to let that happen. Even though both of my opponents seem to lack focus for this match.

~{H looks up at the camera and takes another deep breath.}~

H – Let me start with someone who seems to have disappeared since revealing his latest parlor trick: Alex Crowe. Crowe, like I said before, you can’t fool me. These magic tricks won’t be enough to take the #1 Contendership from me at Southern Dynamite. You said your piece and think that will be enough to overcome. However, you still have no idea what you’re in for, Alex. A victory over Brett means nothing at this point, a victory over a distracted Brock Davids means nothing and battling the Natural Champion and losing means nothing going into this match. In order to accomplish your dreams and be taken in by the people as a true superstar in this company, you have to go through me. Bring your illusions, Alex, but don’t expect them to fool anyone. If anything, they’ll make you look like a fool and anyone who would think that would be right. Prepare for reality, Crowe, because that’s what you’ll face at Southern Dynamite.

~{H chuckles to himself before continuing.}~

H – And now onto my second opponent, Karl O’Sullivan. Where to begin with you, Karl. I hear that you barely speak of our match these days. Last I heard, you were more concerned with talking about the fairer sex with a cab driver or cowering from an angry motorist. I seriously hope these tales are fabricated, Karl, because they don’t speak highly of you at all. The match had better be on the tip of your tongue at every second. You need to live and breathe every match like I do or else you’ll come out on the losing end. You can deal with Bettie Lee any time you want but, right now, your concentration should be right here.

~{H takes his left index finger and points at himself.}~

H – This is what stands between you and a shot at Doug’s belt. If you’re cocky or afraid of what’s to come then you’d better get over it. Otherwise, your night in the Fayetteville Boys and Girls Club that night will be a living h*ll. This time, I won’t be willing to let you or any of your associates pay me off with an insurance company. This time, you’ll have me staring at you straight in the eye and knocking you down time and time again.

~{H lowers his hand back to his knees.}~

H – I surely hope that both of you bring your A game at Southern Dynamite because the only letter that will matter afterward will be H.

~{After the camera shuts off, H’s phone rings. He quickly answers it.}~

H – Hello?

Man – Hey, it’s me.

H – Hey. Are you prepared?

Man – You bet. Is it time?

H – It certainly is. Get the wheels in motion, my friend.

Man – I’m on it.

~{H hangs up the phone and the light flickers out.}~

FADE TO BLACK