AF 16: Le Gentleman Masque & Le Beard vs Ricky Runn and El Califa
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Contains parts of my secret Unscripted RP that was sent to creative. To clarify any confusion, all the parts consisting of the flashback are from that RP. Thankssss!
The scene is cloudy as we open and see a ransom like letter requesting The Beards appearance. Quick cut to a rest stop bathroom on the side of the road as the screen shakes and becomes a fuzz.
I cant take this doc. These constant flashbacks, these reminders. Theyre enough to send me off the deep end.
Relax Mr. Beard. By remembering the past, you are only furthering your future.
The Beards therapist in his thick German accent relaxes the Beard as we head back into the Beards mind. Inside the bathroom lies The Local Talent. The Beard is frustrated as he lets out a scream as we hear Talents voice.
This nonsense was to help you move on and I can tell that it has worked. Im proud of you for that.
Beard is getting angrier as he continues the story as his therapist takes notes.
Whoops, forgot to flush.
Wait, stop right there. Forgot to flush? Care to explain.
Sigh. It was Talent, just one of his quirks. He had just finished using the rest and didnt flush.
Tell me Mr. Beard. Why did you choose to share that with me?
Hell if I know. I guess it reminded me of the days of BLT. Just those random little things Talent did that for whatever reason made me smile.
Mmhmm. I see. Go on.
The screen clouds up again as Talent is grasping onto the leg of the Beard, begging for mercy.
Look Im sorry, I had to leave. My family was onto me and I couldnt bear to face the fact that I let you down. We had something special, a strange chemistry. I couldnt talk to you, I wasnt emotionally stable enough to do so.
Thats why I went to Emily. I knew shed understand and I wanted to make you happy. I wanted you to completely forget about me and that is where The Gent came along. I knew you two would make for an interesting team so I campaigned for it to happen. I was just trying to make you happy Beard, I never meant to make you cry.
Crying, natures healing process. Mr. Beard, how long did you mope in your partners absence?
Why do you people insist that I cried? Talent said the same freaking thing. I dont cry, its not my way of handling upsetting situation. Got it?
Im sorry Mr. Beard, it seems like I struck a nerve that you dont wish to talk about at this time. Please, carry on.
We go back to the that rest stop bathroom where Talent is in the arms of his former partner, just like the good old days.
You like me? You really like me?!?!
This isnt a goodbye, it is a see you later.
The story ends as Beard sits up on the couch, back into a seated position as his therapist nods his head and jots in his book. The therapist closes the book and removes his glasses from the brim of his nose.
You mean you plan on seeing your friend Talent again?
It was more of a cheering up thing. I could tell Talent was pretty upset, but he was a big proponent in my teaming with Gent.
So through all this stress that Talent has put you through, past and present, you still want to be his friend?
Of course. Talent was my first partner and we had something special.
And he ruined that, did he not?
Yeah, but its not on him. I use to put all the blame on him, I just cant do that.
Relax Mr. Beard, there is no reason to raise your voice with me. Lets change the subject. Tell me, how are the exercises going that I wanted you to do.
As well as they can I guess.
Good good. Well we are out of time, I will see you again next week Mr. Beard. Enjoy the rest of your evening.
The therapist leaves in a hurry as Beard gets up and puts his hands in his head before shaking it off and heading out the door, only to be startled by The Masked Gentleman.
Well done sir, there you are. Sorry to startle you my bearded friend, but we must talk. Big match this week, big match indeed. We have El Califa and Ricky Runn this week on Aftershock. Are you prepared for that.
Beard stands there zoning out as the Gent tries to get his attention.
Beard. Beard. BEARD!
Yeah, prepared. Got it. Runn and I go way back. Califa is a new dude, a bad dude. We can do this though. After our victory at Unscripted it is time for WZCW to start fearing the beard AND fearing the mask.
Excellent my friend, excellent. Tag team catchphrases, I like where youre coming from. Some wine before you head home?
Beard nods his head as him and Gent small talk as they head out of the office and before the camera cuts, the Beards therapist can be heard on the phone in the distance.
Emily? Yes this is Mr. Beards therapist, we need to talk.
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Getting Noticed By Management
The scene opens at a rather large arena. A large six sided ring sits in the center with thousands of rabid fans sitting around the ring. Two masked luchadors go to war inside the ring, hitting various dropkicks and high flying maneuvers. The crowd is eating up and as the camera pans around, it lands on two well recognized men, El Califa Dragón and Ricky Runn. Califa has his arms crossed as he studies the two men in the ring while Ricky is taking it all in, looking out at the raucous crowd while also getting swept into the action, cheering and booing himself.
El Califa: The rudo is setting up the técnico up for something here.
Ricky, barely paying attention is unable to utter a single word when suddenly one of the masked men accidentally bumps into the referee, sending him outside the ring. He turns and hits a low blow on his opponent before deliver a devastating piledriver, sending the crowd into a deafening frenzy of boos. As the ref climbs back into the ring the rudo has the técnico pinned, 1.....2.....3. The bell rings as the crowd continues pouring on the boos. As the rudo gains his feet he kicks out the técnico from the ring before spotting El Califa up in the stands. He points towards him and motions him to come to the ring. Califa stands up and looks towards Ricky.
El Califa: You got my back Ricky?
Ricky: Wait what are you doi...
Califa quickly jumps from his seat, sliding down the hand rail before jumping onto the barricade, landing and quickly springing onto the apron. Ricky meanwhile tries to follow through, though the Mexican crowd not nearly as forgiving him getting out of his seat as they were El Califa. The rudo goes to strike Califa but gets blocked and eats a stiff kick to the side of the head. Califa springboards off the ropes and delivers a tornado DDT, sending the rudo out of the ring and to the outside as the crowd begins chanting for El Califa. Ricky finally makes it over the barricade and slides into the ring as the crowd is cheering loudly. Califa grabs a mic from the ringside assistant and looks around the crowd as Ricky looks on in awe.
El Califa: Es bueno estar de vuelta aquí en mi tierra natal, México!*
Ricky looks towards Califa and receives a nod of appreciation from the masked man. Califa turns back towards the crowd and points to Ricky standing right next to him.
El Califa: Como todos ustedes saben, me fui a los Estados Unidos para competir en la mayor promoción en el mundo. Y en el Aftershock programa de esta semana, voy a hacer equipo con un hombre que era la mitad de los más largos actual campeón etiqueta de equipo en la historia de WZCW! Pueblo mío, por favor, mostrar mi amigo Ricky Runn la pasión que México tiene para la lucha libre!**
The crowd roars at El Califa's words, as they begin chanting his name one more time, a chant for Ricky even begins as well. Califa looks up proudly at his countrymen as he raises the mic up once more.
El Califa: Sé que no han tenido el éxito que todos esperan de mí, pero todo esto va a cambiar en Aftershock! He decepcionado a mi pueblo, así como a mí mismo por no capturar el título de Eurasia, pero con mi amigo Ricky Runn a mi lado, vamos a comenzar la revolución de la lucha libre una vez ma....***
Suddenly El Califa lowers his head and places his free hand on his head. He shakes his head as he quickly hands the mic off to Ricky as he walks to a corner, placing his face against the turnbuckle. The crowd quickly realizes something isn't right and they go quiet as El Califa tries to sort himself out. Ricky looks up at all the fans and a smirk forms on his face, yelling out with enthusiasm.
Ricky: Uh yeah and at Aftershock we'll take down the team of The Masked Gentleman and The Beard yeah!
The crowd doesn't respond until suddenly a chant begins throughout the crowd:
Españoles por favor! Españoles por favor! Españoles por favor!****
Ricky looks over at Califa, a small bit of shock on his face that no one in the crowd understands what he's saying. He shrugs his shoulder and clears his throat, the smirk on his face widening as he continues.
Ricky: Para my Espanola isn't the besto. All I can tell you all that with my partnero El Califa, is that we will succeedo in defeating the Beardo and The Maskeda Gentlemano. I'm here in Mexico to learn your ways and I thank you for showing me what Mexico is all about!
Ricky throws his arm up as the crowd goes silent again, the fans looking toward each other before firing back with another chant:
¿Qué? ¿Qué? ¿Qué? ¿Qué?*****
Ricky shakes his head in disbelief when Califa suddenly stands up straight and walks over, taking the mic from Ricky and patting him on the back. He nods towards his partner before turning and facing the crowd one more time.
El Califa: Pido disculpas por mi amigo Ricky Runn. Él no sabe el gran lenguaje que todos hablamos. Sólo sé que es alguien en quien confío para etiquetar con y juntos vamos a tener éxito! El dúo de alto vuelo de la Daredevil and The Dragon llegará a El Caballero Enmascarado y la barba con más puede manejar! El rugido del dragón y el coraje del diablo no se puede parar!******
The crowd roars once more as El Califa tilts the mic towards them before tossing it outside the ring. He nods to Ricky as the two exit the ring and begin exiting towards the back, stopping up at the top of the entrance ramp and waving to the fans before disappearing into the back. The scene fades for a few moments before returning to just outside the arena. El Califa and Ricky are walking side by side towards the street when Califa looks to the side and sees a number of spotlights centered in a field nearby.
El Califa: Ricky, El Califa wishes to thank you for covering for me in there.
Ricky: Any time man. Warn me next time though, I don't think they were chanting for more of my horrible Spanglish.
Califa cracks up laughing as he stops, doubling over as Ricky quirks a brow in his direction.
El Califa: If that's what you call Spanglish Ricky Runn.
Califa stands up as he slaps Ricky on the back once more. He points towards the spotlights in the field next to them.
El Califa: You have seen where I came from to WZCW, but you haven't seen where I started at Ricky. Come.
El Califa begins walking towards the field, as Ricky quickly turns his head.
Ricky: Hey where you going? The hotel is that way....
El Califa: The night is not yet over Ricky. Come, there is more to learn about the ways of Lucha Libre!
Ricky looks back towards the road then to Califa before running to catch up with the masked fighter. As the two come down over the hill, there in the valley sits a crudely made wooden fence, a simple four sided ring in the middle. Various pick up trucks sit around the fenced in area, as a small crowd of maybe forty take in another match. A man with a viper themed mask stands over an unmasked man, yelling out towards the crowd which reply with boos. Califa and Ricky stand next to a beaten down brown truck, the back let down and a wooden board running the length of the box. Ricky turns and sees a jug of water sitting next to an older man with a straw hat. Ricky walks over to the older man and points to the jug.
Ricky: Um...what was that again... Por favor?
The old man looks at Ricky for a few minutes before shrugging his shoulder and holding the jug up to him. Ricky takes the jug and takes a long drink from it before placing the cap back on and handing it back to the man. The old man watches with interest before nodding his head and saying one sentence.
Man: Su estómago se va a doler en la mañana el hombre joven.*******
Ricky blinks a couple times before smiling and nodding his head>
Ricky: Thanks man!
Ricky returns back to Califa, who hasn't turned his head away from the match at hand. He turns towards Ricky and nods his head towards him.
El Califa: A culture shock isn't it Ricky Runn?
Ricky: It's a crude wrestling setup if that's what you mean Dragon.
Califa shakes his head as he uncrosses his arms and waves his arms towards the two luchadors in the ring.
El Califa: How much do you think those two will make tonight for this match?
Ricky: Um...... it can't be much, 100 dollars?
Califa let's out a chuckle as he shakes his head.
El Califa: They wish they could make that much Ricky Runn. They will be lucky to take home 300 pesos, which is around $23.
Ricky looks stunned at how little the two make. He shakes his head as he looks towards the ring.
Ricky: They're killing themselves out there! All for $23?
El Califa: They don't do it for the money Ricky. They do it in hoping that someone influential enough will seem them and give them a chance to showcase their talents on the big stage. This is what I had to do when I started out as well Ricky. I am like these two in the ring, I was not born with a legendary name. I was not given a mantle or handed down a legacy. I built my own from the very dirt you stand upon.
Ricky: It seems like such a long shot though. I mean who would be caught dead at someplace like this?
Califa tilts his head towards Ricky and shakes his head.
El Califa: We're here aren't we?
Just then a commotion can be heard at the wooden barricade. The man with the viper themed mask is pointing towards El Califa.
Viper Mask: Eres Dragón inútil!********
Califa calmly walks towards the Viper Mask and appears to stare him dead in the face. The Viper Mask continues trash talking Califa as Ricky watches on closely, his fists clenching and prepping to jump in. Califa suddenly raises his arm up and points behind Viper. Viper's eye show confusion and when he turns around, the Viper Mask's opponent suddenly flies through the ropes with a Tope Suicida. Viper crumbles in front of Califa and the unmasked man smiles widely as he stands in front of Califa. Califa nods his head and the unmasked man grabs Viper Mask, throwing him into the ring before climbing the top rope, yelling out to the people around the ring:
Que el rugido del dragón!*********
He comes off the top rope, connecting with Califa's own finisher, the Dragón de Vuelo. He covers the Viper Mask, 1........2........3! The crowd cheers as the unmasked man climbs back up to his feet and onto the second turnbuckle, pointing to Califa. Califa nods and claps his hands a few times before turning and walking away from the barrier. Ricky looks towards him with astonishment.
Ricky: Dude that was awesome!
Ricky suddenly grabs his stomach and winces in pain as Califa walks past him, not seeing him doubling over.
El Califa: Ricky, do you remember where you came from?
Ricky coughs a bit before wheezing out:
Ricky: Well I was thrown out of my pop's house when I was younger, so I started training in Chicago until WZCW signed me straight up.
El Califa: I see, do you think your penchant for recklessness is tied directly to your anger at being abandoned by your father?
Ricky doesn't respond as he clasps his hand over his mouth, doubling over again before regaining control of himself.
El Califa: My apologizes Ricky Runn. That was far too personal of a question to ask. Come, let's get back to the hotel.
Ricky: Wha? Oh right let's go!
The two walk off as the screen fades to black again for a few moments. It reopens in a familiar gym, the same one as El Califa's first promo. Califa can be seen in the ring, bouncing around the ring against the ropes while springboarding off and tumbling around. He stops as he hears a door open and Ricky walks in, looking a little green. Califa turns towards him and chuckles, shaking his head.
El Califa: You drank the local water didn't you?
Ricky nods his head sheepishly when Califa suddenly throws a bottled water towards him. Ricky suddenly drops his bags and fumbles with the bottle before catching it. He takes a long drink, nearly downing the water in one gulp.
El Califa: Word of advice Ricky Runn. Unless you have lived in México like I have, always look for bottled water.
Ricky takes a deep breath and nods his head before sliding into the ring, stretching his arms and legs out as Califa watches him with his arms crossed.
El Califa: Any difficulties finding the place?
Ricky: It's right across the street, it couldn't have been that hard.
El Califa: It's easy to get lost here. And trust me Ricky Runn, you do not want to get lost here.
Ricky finishes stretching and quickly tightens his laces.
Ricky: Hey Dragon, got a question for ya man.
El Califa: Yes Ricky?
Ricky: You got any idea who attacked you at Unscripted?
Califa goes quiet as his head is lowered, his breathing becoming heavier. He shakes his head as a sudden change could be felt from the masked dragon.
Califa: Sparring, ten minutes. Let's go.
Ricky: Wait I ain't ready.
Califa quickly drops his arms and as Ricky gets up Califa comes flying across the ring with a high knee. Ricky dodges out of the way as Califa begins throwing multiple rapid kicks towards him. Ricky covers up as best he can but it's clear Califa is going at a far faster pace then sparring.
Ricky: Whoa man settle down it's just a sparring match!
Califa suddenly hits a knee to the midsection, doubling Ricky over as Califa hooks his arms, lifting him up and delivering a back breaker. Ricky drops down as Califa's breathing begins deeper, a vortex of rage surrounding him as he grabs a hold of a rope near the turnbuckle. As Ricky gets to his feet Califa rushes towards him, lifting one leg into the air when Ricky drops down to the mat.
Ricky: Whoa whoa whoa! Dragon hold up man time out!
Califa seemingly snaps out of whatever is affecting him and slows up, sliding on the one leg before standing above Ricky. He shakes his head and slaps the side of his head a couple times. Ricky looks up incredulously towards Dragon.
Ricky: What the hell man? That isn't even your usual style? Where the hell did that come from?
El Califa shakes his head before holding his hand out to Ricky. Ricky grabs it and is helped up to his feet.
El Califa: El Califa apologizes Ricky Runn. I....I don't know what came over me.
Ricky takes a deep breath and nods his head towards Califa before a smirk forms on his face.
Ricky: All good my man. I got no problem if you wanna do that to Beard and Mask at Aftershock.
El Califa laughs and nods his head as he leans against the ropes.
El Califa: Speaking of our opponents, we match up well with Masked Gentleman. He likes to fly through the air like you Ricky Runn, and I will rise like the Dragon to vanquish my enemies. However, the Beard has a significant strength advantage over us.
Ricky: Ain't nothing to worry about Dragon. We just gotta out run him.
El Califa: We cannot let him keep us grounded. However, it's not going to be so simple Ricky. While The Beard is a large man, he can surprise you.
Ricky: Hey you took out Rush in your first match, Beard can't be that much different.
El Califa: The art of surprise got me through my first match. But the concept is similar between Beard and Rush. In our case Ricky Runn we must use our speed to our advantage and constant tagging to keep Beard off his feet.
Ricky: And The masked dude?
El Califa: Unless you got a girlfriend you want to bring to the ring we'll just have to out jump him and use his speed to his detriment.
Ricky hops up onto the top turnbuckle and laughs as he sits on the top turnbuckle. Califa steps away from the ropes and nods towards Ricky.
Ricky: Jumping and taking chances is what I do best Dragon! We got this in the bag!
El Califa nods his head and his body language shows he's fired up as he motions for Ricky to begin sparring once more.
El Califa: That's what I want to hear Ricky Runn! Now, show me that Daredevil courage of yours! Por el Diablo y el Dragón tomará vuelo juntos y vencer a sus enemigos!**********
Ricky flips over off the turnbuckle to his feet as the two begin circling each other as the camera pans to the side.
Ricky: Yo Dragon, show me that awesome finisher of yours. Dragon del Volvo wasn't it?
The camera zooms in towards the corner of a hallway facing the ring, a fleeting image of silver eyes watching intently before disappearing in a moment's notice. The scene fades out with the sound of the two teammates sparring in the ring slowly diminishing as well.
El Califa: The rudo is setting up the técnico up for something here.
Ricky, barely paying attention is unable to utter a single word when suddenly one of the masked men accidentally bumps into the referee, sending him outside the ring. He turns and hits a low blow on his opponent before deliver a devastating piledriver, sending the crowd into a deafening frenzy of boos. As the ref climbs back into the ring the rudo has the técnico pinned, 1.....2.....3. The bell rings as the crowd continues pouring on the boos. As the rudo gains his feet he kicks out the técnico from the ring before spotting El Califa up in the stands. He points towards him and motions him to come to the ring. Califa stands up and looks towards Ricky.
El Califa: You got my back Ricky?
Ricky: Wait what are you doi...
Califa quickly jumps from his seat, sliding down the hand rail before jumping onto the barricade, landing and quickly springing onto the apron. Ricky meanwhile tries to follow through, though the Mexican crowd not nearly as forgiving him getting out of his seat as they were El Califa. The rudo goes to strike Califa but gets blocked and eats a stiff kick to the side of the head. Califa springboards off the ropes and delivers a tornado DDT, sending the rudo out of the ring and to the outside as the crowd begins chanting for El Califa. Ricky finally makes it over the barricade and slides into the ring as the crowd is cheering loudly. Califa grabs a mic from the ringside assistant and looks around the crowd as Ricky looks on in awe.
El Califa: Es bueno estar de vuelta aquí en mi tierra natal, México!*
Ricky looks towards Califa and receives a nod of appreciation from the masked man. Califa turns back towards the crowd and points to Ricky standing right next to him.
El Califa: Como todos ustedes saben, me fui a los Estados Unidos para competir en la mayor promoción en el mundo. Y en el Aftershock programa de esta semana, voy a hacer equipo con un hombre que era la mitad de los más largos actual campeón etiqueta de equipo en la historia de WZCW! Pueblo mío, por favor, mostrar mi amigo Ricky Runn la pasión que México tiene para la lucha libre!**
The crowd roars at El Califa's words, as they begin chanting his name one more time, a chant for Ricky even begins as well. Califa looks up proudly at his countrymen as he raises the mic up once more.
El Califa: Sé que no han tenido el éxito que todos esperan de mí, pero todo esto va a cambiar en Aftershock! He decepcionado a mi pueblo, así como a mí mismo por no capturar el título de Eurasia, pero con mi amigo Ricky Runn a mi lado, vamos a comenzar la revolución de la lucha libre una vez ma....***
Suddenly El Califa lowers his head and places his free hand on his head. He shakes his head as he quickly hands the mic off to Ricky as he walks to a corner, placing his face against the turnbuckle. The crowd quickly realizes something isn't right and they go quiet as El Califa tries to sort himself out. Ricky looks up at all the fans and a smirk forms on his face, yelling out with enthusiasm.
Ricky: Uh yeah and at Aftershock we'll take down the team of The Masked Gentleman and The Beard yeah!
The crowd doesn't respond until suddenly a chant begins throughout the crowd:
Españoles por favor! Españoles por favor! Españoles por favor!****
Ricky looks over at Califa, a small bit of shock on his face that no one in the crowd understands what he's saying. He shrugs his shoulder and clears his throat, the smirk on his face widening as he continues.
Ricky: Para my Espanola isn't the besto. All I can tell you all that with my partnero El Califa, is that we will succeedo in defeating the Beardo and The Maskeda Gentlemano. I'm here in Mexico to learn your ways and I thank you for showing me what Mexico is all about!
Ricky throws his arm up as the crowd goes silent again, the fans looking toward each other before firing back with another chant:
¿Qué? ¿Qué? ¿Qué? ¿Qué?*****
Ricky shakes his head in disbelief when Califa suddenly stands up straight and walks over, taking the mic from Ricky and patting him on the back. He nods towards his partner before turning and facing the crowd one more time.
El Califa: Pido disculpas por mi amigo Ricky Runn. Él no sabe el gran lenguaje que todos hablamos. Sólo sé que es alguien en quien confío para etiquetar con y juntos vamos a tener éxito! El dúo de alto vuelo de la Daredevil and The Dragon llegará a El Caballero Enmascarado y la barba con más puede manejar! El rugido del dragón y el coraje del diablo no se puede parar!******
The crowd roars once more as El Califa tilts the mic towards them before tossing it outside the ring. He nods to Ricky as the two exit the ring and begin exiting towards the back, stopping up at the top of the entrance ramp and waving to the fans before disappearing into the back. The scene fades for a few moments before returning to just outside the arena. El Califa and Ricky are walking side by side towards the street when Califa looks to the side and sees a number of spotlights centered in a field nearby.
El Califa: Ricky, El Califa wishes to thank you for covering for me in there.
Ricky: Any time man. Warn me next time though, I don't think they were chanting for more of my horrible Spanglish.
Califa cracks up laughing as he stops, doubling over as Ricky quirks a brow in his direction.
El Califa: If that's what you call Spanglish Ricky Runn.
Califa stands up as he slaps Ricky on the back once more. He points towards the spotlights in the field next to them.
El Califa: You have seen where I came from to WZCW, but you haven't seen where I started at Ricky. Come.
El Califa begins walking towards the field, as Ricky quickly turns his head.
Ricky: Hey where you going? The hotel is that way....
El Califa: The night is not yet over Ricky. Come, there is more to learn about the ways of Lucha Libre!
Ricky looks back towards the road then to Califa before running to catch up with the masked fighter. As the two come down over the hill, there in the valley sits a crudely made wooden fence, a simple four sided ring in the middle. Various pick up trucks sit around the fenced in area, as a small crowd of maybe forty take in another match. A man with a viper themed mask stands over an unmasked man, yelling out towards the crowd which reply with boos. Califa and Ricky stand next to a beaten down brown truck, the back let down and a wooden board running the length of the box. Ricky turns and sees a jug of water sitting next to an older man with a straw hat. Ricky walks over to the older man and points to the jug.
Ricky: Um...what was that again... Por favor?
The old man looks at Ricky for a few minutes before shrugging his shoulder and holding the jug up to him. Ricky takes the jug and takes a long drink from it before placing the cap back on and handing it back to the man. The old man watches with interest before nodding his head and saying one sentence.
Man: Su estómago se va a doler en la mañana el hombre joven.*******
Ricky blinks a couple times before smiling and nodding his head>
Ricky: Thanks man!
Ricky returns back to Califa, who hasn't turned his head away from the match at hand. He turns towards Ricky and nods his head towards him.
El Califa: A culture shock isn't it Ricky Runn?
Ricky: It's a crude wrestling setup if that's what you mean Dragon.
Califa shakes his head as he uncrosses his arms and waves his arms towards the two luchadors in the ring.
El Califa: How much do you think those two will make tonight for this match?
Ricky: Um...... it can't be much, 100 dollars?
Califa let's out a chuckle as he shakes his head.
El Califa: They wish they could make that much Ricky Runn. They will be lucky to take home 300 pesos, which is around $23.
Ricky looks stunned at how little the two make. He shakes his head as he looks towards the ring.
Ricky: They're killing themselves out there! All for $23?
El Califa: They don't do it for the money Ricky. They do it in hoping that someone influential enough will seem them and give them a chance to showcase their talents on the big stage. This is what I had to do when I started out as well Ricky. I am like these two in the ring, I was not born with a legendary name. I was not given a mantle or handed down a legacy. I built my own from the very dirt you stand upon.
Ricky: It seems like such a long shot though. I mean who would be caught dead at someplace like this?
Califa tilts his head towards Ricky and shakes his head.
El Califa: We're here aren't we?
Just then a commotion can be heard at the wooden barricade. The man with the viper themed mask is pointing towards El Califa.
Viper Mask: Eres Dragón inútil!********
Califa calmly walks towards the Viper Mask and appears to stare him dead in the face. The Viper Mask continues trash talking Califa as Ricky watches on closely, his fists clenching and prepping to jump in. Califa suddenly raises his arm up and points behind Viper. Viper's eye show confusion and when he turns around, the Viper Mask's opponent suddenly flies through the ropes with a Tope Suicida. Viper crumbles in front of Califa and the unmasked man smiles widely as he stands in front of Califa. Califa nods his head and the unmasked man grabs Viper Mask, throwing him into the ring before climbing the top rope, yelling out to the people around the ring:
Que el rugido del dragón!*********
He comes off the top rope, connecting with Califa's own finisher, the Dragón de Vuelo. He covers the Viper Mask, 1........2........3! The crowd cheers as the unmasked man climbs back up to his feet and onto the second turnbuckle, pointing to Califa. Califa nods and claps his hands a few times before turning and walking away from the barrier. Ricky looks towards him with astonishment.
Ricky: Dude that was awesome!
Ricky suddenly grabs his stomach and winces in pain as Califa walks past him, not seeing him doubling over.
El Califa: Ricky, do you remember where you came from?
Ricky coughs a bit before wheezing out:
Ricky: Well I was thrown out of my pop's house when I was younger, so I started training in Chicago until WZCW signed me straight up.
El Califa: I see, do you think your penchant for recklessness is tied directly to your anger at being abandoned by your father?
Ricky doesn't respond as he clasps his hand over his mouth, doubling over again before regaining control of himself.
El Califa: My apologizes Ricky Runn. That was far too personal of a question to ask. Come, let's get back to the hotel.
Ricky: Wha? Oh right let's go!
The two walk off as the screen fades to black again for a few moments. It reopens in a familiar gym, the same one as El Califa's first promo. Califa can be seen in the ring, bouncing around the ring against the ropes while springboarding off and tumbling around. He stops as he hears a door open and Ricky walks in, looking a little green. Califa turns towards him and chuckles, shaking his head.
El Califa: You drank the local water didn't you?
Ricky nods his head sheepishly when Califa suddenly throws a bottled water towards him. Ricky suddenly drops his bags and fumbles with the bottle before catching it. He takes a long drink, nearly downing the water in one gulp.
El Califa: Word of advice Ricky Runn. Unless you have lived in México like I have, always look for bottled water.
Ricky takes a deep breath and nods his head before sliding into the ring, stretching his arms and legs out as Califa watches him with his arms crossed.
El Califa: Any difficulties finding the place?
Ricky: It's right across the street, it couldn't have been that hard.
El Califa: It's easy to get lost here. And trust me Ricky Runn, you do not want to get lost here.
Ricky finishes stretching and quickly tightens his laces.
Ricky: Hey Dragon, got a question for ya man.
El Califa: Yes Ricky?
Ricky: You got any idea who attacked you at Unscripted?
Califa goes quiet as his head is lowered, his breathing becoming heavier. He shakes his head as a sudden change could be felt from the masked dragon.
Califa: Sparring, ten minutes. Let's go.
Ricky: Wait I ain't ready.
Califa quickly drops his arms and as Ricky gets up Califa comes flying across the ring with a high knee. Ricky dodges out of the way as Califa begins throwing multiple rapid kicks towards him. Ricky covers up as best he can but it's clear Califa is going at a far faster pace then sparring.
Ricky: Whoa man settle down it's just a sparring match!
Califa suddenly hits a knee to the midsection, doubling Ricky over as Califa hooks his arms, lifting him up and delivering a back breaker. Ricky drops down as Califa's breathing begins deeper, a vortex of rage surrounding him as he grabs a hold of a rope near the turnbuckle. As Ricky gets to his feet Califa rushes towards him, lifting one leg into the air when Ricky drops down to the mat.
Ricky: Whoa whoa whoa! Dragon hold up man time out!
Califa seemingly snaps out of whatever is affecting him and slows up, sliding on the one leg before standing above Ricky. He shakes his head and slaps the side of his head a couple times. Ricky looks up incredulously towards Dragon.
Ricky: What the hell man? That isn't even your usual style? Where the hell did that come from?
El Califa shakes his head before holding his hand out to Ricky. Ricky grabs it and is helped up to his feet.
El Califa: El Califa apologizes Ricky Runn. I....I don't know what came over me.
Ricky takes a deep breath and nods his head towards Califa before a smirk forms on his face.
Ricky: All good my man. I got no problem if you wanna do that to Beard and Mask at Aftershock.
El Califa laughs and nods his head as he leans against the ropes.
El Califa: Speaking of our opponents, we match up well with Masked Gentleman. He likes to fly through the air like you Ricky Runn, and I will rise like the Dragon to vanquish my enemies. However, the Beard has a significant strength advantage over us.
Ricky: Ain't nothing to worry about Dragon. We just gotta out run him.
El Califa: We cannot let him keep us grounded. However, it's not going to be so simple Ricky. While The Beard is a large man, he can surprise you.
Ricky: Hey you took out Rush in your first match, Beard can't be that much different.
El Califa: The art of surprise got me through my first match. But the concept is similar between Beard and Rush. In our case Ricky Runn we must use our speed to our advantage and constant tagging to keep Beard off his feet.
Ricky: And The masked dude?
El Califa: Unless you got a girlfriend you want to bring to the ring we'll just have to out jump him and use his speed to his detriment.
Ricky hops up onto the top turnbuckle and laughs as he sits on the top turnbuckle. Califa steps away from the ropes and nods towards Ricky.
Ricky: Jumping and taking chances is what I do best Dragon! We got this in the bag!
El Califa nods his head and his body language shows he's fired up as he motions for Ricky to begin sparring once more.
El Califa: That's what I want to hear Ricky Runn! Now, show me that Daredevil courage of yours! Por el Diablo y el Dragón tomará vuelo juntos y vencer a sus enemigos!**********
Ricky flips over off the turnbuckle to his feet as the two begin circling each other as the camera pans to the side.
Ricky: Yo Dragon, show me that awesome finisher of yours. Dragon del Volvo wasn't it?
The camera zooms in towards the corner of a hallway facing the ring, a fleeting image of silver eyes watching intently before disappearing in a moment's notice. The scene fades out with the sound of the two teammates sparring in the ring slowly diminishing as well.
*It's good to be back here in my homeland, Mexico!
**As you all know, I went to the United States to compete in the biggest promotion in the world. And on the show Aftershock this week, I will be teaming with a man who was one half of the longest reigning tag team champions in the history of WZCW! My people, please show my friend Ricky Runn the passion that Mexico has for wrestling!
***I know I haven't had the success that you all expect of me, but this will all change at Aftershock! I have disappointed my people as well as myself for not capturing the Eurasian Title, but with my friend Ricky Runn by my side we will begin the revolution of wrestling once mo....
****Spanish please! Spanish please! Spanish please!
*****What? What? What? What?
******I apologize for my friend Ricky Runn. He doesn't know the great language that we all speak. Just know that he is someone I trust to tag with and together we will be successful! The high flying duo of the Daredevil and The Dragon will hit The Masked Gentleman and The Beard with more then can handle! The roar of the Dragon and the courage of the Devil cannot be stopped!
*******Your stomach is going to be hurting in the morning young man.
********You're worthless Dragon!
*********Let the dragon roar!
**********For the Devil and the Dragon shall take flight together and vanquish their enemies!
**As you all know, I went to the United States to compete in the biggest promotion in the world. And on the show Aftershock this week, I will be teaming with a man who was one half of the longest reigning tag team champions in the history of WZCW! My people, please show my friend Ricky Runn the passion that Mexico has for wrestling!
***I know I haven't had the success that you all expect of me, but this will all change at Aftershock! I have disappointed my people as well as myself for not capturing the Eurasian Title, but with my friend Ricky Runn by my side we will begin the revolution of wrestling once mo....
****Spanish please! Spanish please! Spanish please!
*****What? What? What? What?
******I apologize for my friend Ricky Runn. He doesn't know the great language that we all speak. Just know that he is someone I trust to tag with and together we will be successful! The high flying duo of the Daredevil and The Dragon will hit The Masked Gentleman and The Beard with more then can handle! The roar of the Dragon and the courage of the Devil cannot be stopped!
*******Your stomach is going to be hurting in the morning young man.
********You're worthless Dragon!
*********Let the dragon roar!
**********For the Devil and the Dragon shall take flight together and vanquish their enemies!
“Insanity is doing the exact... same fucking thing... over and over again, expecting... shit to change.”
The camera pans into the scene of Ricky in a hospital room, at first, the doctors were worried about the gash the Mayhem Champion gashed across the forehead, but once he was finally examined in the medical van, the EMT’s discovered that during the chokehold, that Ricky’s carotid artery nearly popped like a balloon if Vega had held the grip any longer on him. Ricky wore a hospital gown after being removed from his ring gear. The Daredevils face was no longer wearing the regular grin and the smile he would have, regardless if he won or lost. His hand gently rubbed his neck. He looked out the window and spoke to himself.
“I could have died in that ring… and die for what? A title so warped and distorted that it has become better served as a weapon instead of representing the company it stands for. I love to compete, and I love to win, but I can’t kill anyone. Would the company like that? Like the idea their champion is a killer, and a thief?”
Ricky presses his hand onto the window and looks down to the sight of people entering, and leaving the hospital.
“I’ve always hated hospitals, yet I have been in here more often than I would like. Whether it has for my actions, or for what happened in the ring, I have always ended up going to one of these buildings, and for what? Some bandages, some pills, and some dude in a white coat telling me that what I am doing is a hazard to my health… nothing has changed… things need to change. I need to change. Ever since I came back, I’ve been running in place, doing the same. Exact. Same. Thing. Day in, and day out, expecting it to change. If I don’t change, if I continue to be unable to string two wins together, then everything I have done before will be for nothing… that is insanity.”
The scene then pans out and into a view of the shore of the Gulf of Mexico. The sun began to set with tourist and locals alike swarming the beach to watch
“Don’t drink the water they said, the water in Mexico will get you sick Cafia sa~”
The scene enters with Ricky’s head hanging over a bag, which seems too filled with whatever Ricky had digested in the past few days. By his side was his translator, and now friend Yoko, a hand on Ricky, patting his back to help him pass out the flu he caught when he thought drinking some of the tap water from the hotel was a good idea. Her other hand was up to her nose, pinching it tight. Once Ricky felt he had nothing left to lose, he tossed the bag into a garbage bag and wiped his lips before turning to Yoko and said sickly.
“Okay, I think I’m good… oh god what in god’s name does Mexico do their water? Filter it through The Beard’s jockstrap?”
Yoko suppressed a chuckle while she walks with Ricky. Her hand still on Ricky’s back and says with a smile.
“I think if it was the Beard’s jock strap the water would have been hairier. I can see that this really is your first time in Mexico. Is your forehead okay?”
With Yoko’s question, Ricky’s hand goes up and feels the bandage wrapped about his forehead, the deep gash that Vega had placed on him in their match at Unscripted, the mere thought of Unscripted could kill Ricky’s mood. The blonde daredevil looked over to Yoko, his eyes looking into hers, hoping to relay the message he wished to not talk about Vega. Luckily for Ricky, she got the message and changed the topic.
“Last night, Cafia took you out to go see some pure Lucha Libre wrestling, surely you were excited about that? That should be up your alley. Imagine, with all your natural talent, and everything you learned in America, with a bit of Mexican spice thrown in… no pun intended. “
Once Ricky and Yoko found a bench to sit on, Ricky was actually quick to sit down, still feeling weezy from the earlier session of vomiting. He rested his head back and said looking upward, though it was directed toward his friend.
“Learning some Lucha Libre stuff would be great and all, but right now I don’t wanna think about spinning or flipping. Otherwise this bench might end up looking like it was a seat for the Tilt-A-Whirl after The Beard ate 30 corndogs.”
“You are really riding on Beard’s um, girth lately huh?”
“Well I know the big guy personally, back when he was teaming with some Jewish looking dude, and he knows I’m just joking with him. The dude has the power of a heavyweight and hell, he can actually fly, which to me, I think it would be scarier to be under Beard for a flying headbutt than the other way around, but like me. He has a huge upside to him, he is just lacking… direction. When he teamed with someone who was a journeyman of the business, someone who knew what it took to succeed in the business, but never had the upside Beard has, he earned a spot in TLC against Strikeforce, and Austin and I. Heh, I guess you can say he is Ricky Runn extra large, with some kick ass facial hair.”
Ricky then strokes his chin and then his hand begins to pet at an imaginary beard that would be on Ricky’s face. Yoko rolls her eyes at the goofiness and the imagery of that statement. She rubs Ricky shoulder gently and friendly and said curiously.
“And what about the Le Gentleman Masque? Surely he is going to play a factor in how you approach the match? The change of pace between Beard’s heavy hitting, and his ability could knock you off pace, right?”
Ricky chuckles and punches Yoko’s shoulder gently and teases.
“You really enjoy talking up the Masked dude don’t yeah? I bet 300 Mexican dollars you got a crush on him.”
Yoko’s face turns a dark hue and looks away innocently. Ricky laughs and wraps his arm about Yoko and gives her a squeeze saying with a smile.
“Nahh don’t worry about it Yo-yo, it’s cool. Without showing his face, he’s got game with the ladies, that’s for sure, but unfortunately for him, he is on Aftershock, not the Bachelor. He is going to need more than some smooth manners or a really cool mask to beat Cafia and me. Hell, even Cafia’s mask is cooler than the Gent’s. I’m telling yeah Yoko, change is coming, and it is going to be. Awesome!”
The camera pans into the scene of Ricky in a hospital room, at first, the doctors were worried about the gash the Mayhem Champion gashed across the forehead, but once he was finally examined in the medical van, the EMT’s discovered that during the chokehold, that Ricky’s carotid artery nearly popped like a balloon if Vega had held the grip any longer on him. Ricky wore a hospital gown after being removed from his ring gear. The Daredevils face was no longer wearing the regular grin and the smile he would have, regardless if he won or lost. His hand gently rubbed his neck. He looked out the window and spoke to himself.
“I could have died in that ring… and die for what? A title so warped and distorted that it has become better served as a weapon instead of representing the company it stands for. I love to compete, and I love to win, but I can’t kill anyone. Would the company like that? Like the idea their champion is a killer, and a thief?”
Ricky presses his hand onto the window and looks down to the sight of people entering, and leaving the hospital.
“I’ve always hated hospitals, yet I have been in here more often than I would like. Whether it has for my actions, or for what happened in the ring, I have always ended up going to one of these buildings, and for what? Some bandages, some pills, and some dude in a white coat telling me that what I am doing is a hazard to my health… nothing has changed… things need to change. I need to change. Ever since I came back, I’ve been running in place, doing the same. Exact. Same. Thing. Day in, and day out, expecting it to change. If I don’t change, if I continue to be unable to string two wins together, then everything I have done before will be for nothing… that is insanity.”
The scene then pans out and into a view of the shore of the Gulf of Mexico. The sun began to set with tourist and locals alike swarming the beach to watch
“Don’t drink the water they said, the water in Mexico will get you sick Cafia sa~”
The scene enters with Ricky’s head hanging over a bag, which seems too filled with whatever Ricky had digested in the past few days. By his side was his translator, and now friend Yoko, a hand on Ricky, patting his back to help him pass out the flu he caught when he thought drinking some of the tap water from the hotel was a good idea. Her other hand was up to her nose, pinching it tight. Once Ricky felt he had nothing left to lose, he tossed the bag into a garbage bag and wiped his lips before turning to Yoko and said sickly.
“Okay, I think I’m good… oh god what in god’s name does Mexico do their water? Filter it through The Beard’s jockstrap?”
Yoko suppressed a chuckle while she walks with Ricky. Her hand still on Ricky’s back and says with a smile.
“I think if it was the Beard’s jock strap the water would have been hairier. I can see that this really is your first time in Mexico. Is your forehead okay?”
With Yoko’s question, Ricky’s hand goes up and feels the bandage wrapped about his forehead, the deep gash that Vega had placed on him in their match at Unscripted, the mere thought of Unscripted could kill Ricky’s mood. The blonde daredevil looked over to Yoko, his eyes looking into hers, hoping to relay the message he wished to not talk about Vega. Luckily for Ricky, she got the message and changed the topic.
“Last night, Cafia took you out to go see some pure Lucha Libre wrestling, surely you were excited about that? That should be up your alley. Imagine, with all your natural talent, and everything you learned in America, with a bit of Mexican spice thrown in… no pun intended. “
Once Ricky and Yoko found a bench to sit on, Ricky was actually quick to sit down, still feeling weezy from the earlier session of vomiting. He rested his head back and said looking upward, though it was directed toward his friend.
“Learning some Lucha Libre stuff would be great and all, but right now I don’t wanna think about spinning or flipping. Otherwise this bench might end up looking like it was a seat for the Tilt-A-Whirl after The Beard ate 30 corndogs.”
“You are really riding on Beard’s um, girth lately huh?”
“Well I know the big guy personally, back when he was teaming with some Jewish looking dude, and he knows I’m just joking with him. The dude has the power of a heavyweight and hell, he can actually fly, which to me, I think it would be scarier to be under Beard for a flying headbutt than the other way around, but like me. He has a huge upside to him, he is just lacking… direction. When he teamed with someone who was a journeyman of the business, someone who knew what it took to succeed in the business, but never had the upside Beard has, he earned a spot in TLC against Strikeforce, and Austin and I. Heh, I guess you can say he is Ricky Runn extra large, with some kick ass facial hair.”
Ricky then strokes his chin and then his hand begins to pet at an imaginary beard that would be on Ricky’s face. Yoko rolls her eyes at the goofiness and the imagery of that statement. She rubs Ricky shoulder gently and friendly and said curiously.
“And what about the Le Gentleman Masque? Surely he is going to play a factor in how you approach the match? The change of pace between Beard’s heavy hitting, and his ability could knock you off pace, right?”
Ricky chuckles and punches Yoko’s shoulder gently and teases.
“You really enjoy talking up the Masked dude don’t yeah? I bet 300 Mexican dollars you got a crush on him.”
Yoko’s face turns a dark hue and looks away innocently. Ricky laughs and wraps his arm about Yoko and gives her a squeeze saying with a smile.
“Nahh don’t worry about it Yo-yo, it’s cool. Without showing his face, he’s got game with the ladies, that’s for sure, but unfortunately for him, he is on Aftershock, not the Bachelor. He is going to need more than some smooth manners or a really cool mask to beat Cafia and me. Hell, even Cafia’s mask is cooler than the Gent’s. I’m telling yeah Yoko, change is coming, and it is going to be. Awesome!”
Le Gentleman Masque: Greetings, I shall be busy over New Years, as I’m going back to my home in France, but I do wish you a happy new year, my friend. I look forward to teaming with you when I return.
The Beard: Same goes you. Happy New Year's. I'm somewhat shocked. I didn’t take you as the type to text.
Le Gentleman Masque: Granted, my mannerisms are not quite as 21st Century as some, but I assure you, I do keep up with the most latest technology. I am still not quite sure how a Gameboy works, however, that is a problem for another day.
The Beard: Same goes you. Happy New Year's. I'm somewhat shocked. I didn’t take you as the type to text.
Le Gentleman Masque: Granted, my mannerisms are not quite as 21st Century as some, but I assure you, I do keep up with the most latest technology. I am still not quite sure how a Gameboy works, however, that is a problem for another day.
Paris, France. The city’s legacy is that of the most well-known cities in Europe, if not, the World. Tonight, December 31st, 2012, they are just a few minutes away from France celebrating yet another year together, as a country. What had started out as a third of Charlemagne’s empire given to his Grandson had over time became known as one of the most beautiful and influential countries of all time. It’s here in Paris, lives Le Gentleman Masque, WZCW Wrestler and gentleman vigilante of Paris. It’s here the Gent is, within in the back seat of his limo, surrounded by luggage. Driving the gent to his home, is his fateful butler, chauffer, and friend, Liam Banks. As they drive through the traffic in the dark, snowy, night, The Gent gives a sigh of relief, for finally being back in his hometown after his time away.
Banks: Happy to be back in Paris, sir?
The Gent smiles as he looks at his butler through the rear view mirror.
The Gent: Quite, Liam, my friend. It’s been a while. How has Wolfgang been doing?
Banks: Wolfgang? Your Tiger has been doing alright, but I can say that he’s missed you. He has missed you like I have, sir.
As they pass the Eiffel tower, the Gent looks out the window as he looks at his watch.
The Gent: Liam could you possibly pull over for me?
Obliging by his employers command, Liam pulls the limo to the side of the road.
The Gent: Ah yes, New Year’s Day at the Eiffel Tower. I am reminded of New Year’s Day many years ago. To tell the truth, Liam, I’m not so sure if you remember it. I was no more than a mere young lad, and for you, the day must have been rather uneventful considering you spent New Year’s Day with my family rather than your own. I was around oh….six or seven years of age. My mother had been ill and had asked for us to go celebrate New Year’s without her while you took care of her. While father had initially refused, eventually you and she talked him to at least showing me the Fireworks around the Eiffel Tower before heading straight back home. She wished for me to have a good time on New Year’s Day, considering it was the first time I had gotten permission to stay up until Midnight.
Banks: I do remember that day, as a matter of fact, sir.
Turning his head around, Liam looks at his employer, The Masked Gentleman.
Banks: Though I am afraid you had one thing wrong. I wasn’t working; I was visiting before heading off to a party with my family. However, once I saw your dear mother, I could not in full conscious allow myself to leave. You see, I’ve been very grateful to your parents. They had taken such good care of me. I doubt I would have ever been able to afford living had they not given me much more money than was required. I could have retired with my wife, as well as have been able to afford to put my children and grandchildren in college by now. The reason why I don’t do it is because I thank both your parents and you.
The Gent: I thank you so much, Liam, for everything you’ve done. So Liam, is the gym area still up? Not taken down or anything?
Banks: It’s just as you left it. Why do you ask?
The Gent: Excellent. I’m going to stay the week, but after that, I’m heading straight back to America. Time is never off for a wrestler, my friend. I’ve managed to qualify for something called ‘The Battle Bowl’, with a goal of reaching the coveted tag team championships of WZCW.
Banks: I see. Is that next week, then?
The Gent: No, next week is simply a tag team match, unless it’s changed from under my nose, which is still in the realm of possibility. After all, one of my opponents is one I thought I would face at Unscripted, El Califa Dragon. Had I faced El Califa Dragon and Celeste Crimson instead of the team of Sandy Deserts and Celeste Crimson, I would like to say I would have hopefully been more active than I should have been during that match. My last wish would be to let down Le Beard. He has faith in me, and if not for him, I have absolutely no doubt I would not have made it into the tournament within the first place...Yet, even in self-defense, I’d have a hard time bringing myself to hurt a female. It’s not in my nature, Leo--.
Before he can even finish, a large pop sound comes from the outside. Rolling down the window, a sense of nostalgia for the one time he had watched New Year’s in France came over him. Up in the sky, like blossoming flowers, the millions of families gathered around the Eiffel Tower scream in excitement as fireworks go off to the sky to celebrate 2013.
The Gent: I love this city, Liam.
Banks: As do I. So, would you like me to continue driving back to your place?
The Gent: If you would be so kind...
Turning back to the road, Liam turns the car back onto the road.
The Gent: ...I’ve got a tough time ahead of me, Liam. I’m finally getting my shot against El Califa Dragon, and on his side, I have the man who was tag team champion when I entered WZCW, Ricky Runn. I simply can’t afford to take this lightly, not when the battle bowl is upon us and I know my partner is dependent on me.
Banks: You can do it, sir.
The Gent: Thank you, Liam ...oh, and before I forget, I have one more thing to say.
Banks: Yes, Sir?
The Gent: Happy New Year.
Banks: Thank You. A Happy New Year to you as well, Sir.
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