AON: Two Fall Triple Threat - Eurasian & Mayhem Championships - Ty vs Drake vs Cougar

[Phoenix]

Multiple feuds collide in a two fall triple threat for two separate championships. Rivals Ty Burna and David Cougar have met in the past and both men look to settle a score, and both of them have wronged Drake Callahan in the past, cheating him out of two titles. He looks to reclaim what is his in this match to settle all the scores.

This thread is to be used by those in this match only.

Deadline is Monday 21st September July 2009 at 23:59EST

 

[Lee]

Just to clarify....

The first fall will be for the EurAsian title and then the second fall will go to Mayhem rules for the Mayhem title.

 

[Ty Burna]

The camera fades in to a dimly lit room, smoke from a burning incense stick rolling out from a corner of the room. In the middle of the room is Ty Burna, sitting in a meditative stance, the Eurasian Title held firmly in his hands. His eyes are closed and almost a peaceful aura could be felt from him. From the door to the side enters Serafina, draped in a long black dress. She glides over to the corner of the room, relighting a candle that went out. She kneels down behind Ty, gently resting her body against his back.

Master is there anything you wish of me this evening? Perhaps something that can be done to help ensure your victory at All or Nothing?

You have done all that you can my dear Serafina, your service has been most appreciated. As far as All or Nothing goes, I will not need you by my side that night, I have much more lined for you that evening.

Ty slowly opens his eyes and looks back at Serafina, leaning back and whispering something into her ears. As soon as Ty does, Serafina's face suddenly has a carnal look of excitement

Master you are a genius! I shall go make preparations immediately.

With that Serafina quickly jumps to her feet and makes her way out of the room. The camera centers in on Ty and focuses in on him, a focused look suddenly forming on his face.

The final act of this drama will arrive come All or Nothing, the stage is set the actors cast, and the Ouija has written the script. All that remains is the performance of a lifetime, and the three involved will go down in history as the greatest performers to grace the WZCW ring. But I have to ask you Drake, and you Showtime, what role will you take in this play that we have all become ensnared in? Will either of you take the lead, and walk out as a champion, or will you both be nothing more than puppets for the true performer to receive his standing ovation?

Ty closes his eyes once more and slowly rises to his feet, holding the Eurasian Title in his hand still. He opens his eyes, staring intently into the camera.

No more distractions, no more useless interference. No, now I have both of you firmly within my grasp, and neither of you can act like a coward and attack when I am not looking. The both of you sicken me, and yet I have waited patiently for this finale, giving you two the false comfort that you have an edge up on me. Normally I would issue threats and promises for our match, but it is not necessary. My actions will speak louder, and regardless of the outcome, the two of you will respect my power.

He leans his head back and takes a deep breath, lifting the Eurasian Championship above him.

At All or Nothing it will be a battle for the ages, a battle that I'm sure both of you have been wanting ever since our paths have come together at the crossroads. Cougar, it appears our destinies will be forever entwined, and our fighting will not cease until the very end. Drake, it is not coincidental that your suffering at Civil Revolution has lead to this glorious night. It is time we find out which of us is the rightful owner of this belt. And it is this belt that has driven all three of us into this vortex of violence. All or Nothing is the catalyst for the cataclysm of our continuous tensions. The threads of disorder will rearrange to create a more clearer picture, and we shall go our separate ways. I must dispose of both of you, to allow my grander schemes to take form, a task I have found more difficult that originally thought.

The candles go out in the room, except the one just in front of Ty, the candlelight creating a glow upon his face. Ty's eyes flash red once and his voice deepens..

But it is a task that will be completed, this I will assure you of Drake and Cougar. All or Nothing is exactly what the name implies, for you, it's all the glory, or nothing more than failed expectations and frustrated desire. The Ouija has spoken to me, and has said I will walk out victorious. I have yet to be defeated, and the two of you will need to be at your best to even think of accomplishing such a feat. I will not, I cannot allow such an event to occur, not at this critical juncture. Cougar, Drake, come All or Nothing I will bring the absolution of my power to this war, and I will be the victor, come hell or high water.

The last candle goes out, leaving nothing but darkness on the screen. Ty's voice drops to a soft whisper.

One, two, Burna is coming for you.
Three, four, better lock the doors.
Five, six, better load your clips.
Seven, eight, I'm gonna test your fate.
Nine, ten, I'm out to kill again.

The feed cuts off after the following flashes on screen:

 

[Showtime]

Scene opens in a dark and dreary room. The walls are made of old stone bricks with small cracks running along them. A single torch light is placed in the middle of the two walls in view and in the middle of a room and man is lying on a cross shaped stone dressed in full black cloaks. Another figure stands beside him holding a large spike and a book.

Man: The incantations are complete now master Vultrian. What shall I do now?

Vultrian: Now drive that spike through my heart and release me from this mortal body.

The man raises the spike high and drives it into Vultrian's heart. A loud scream is heard as Vultrians eyes turn blood red.

And cut.

The camera pans out to see a film crew. The crew begins to disassemble the scene as Vultrian sits up and removes the spike from his chest. The director approaches with a towel and hands it to Vultrian and shakes his hand. Vultrian wipes his face and removes his black haired wig to reveal none other than Showtime David Cougar. David smiles into the camera.

Hello, my name is Showtime David Cougar. And in between my time here at the studio I'm going to be talking to you all about my upcoming match at All or Nothing, and about my opponents, Ty Burna and Drake Callahan. I'm going to be explaining to them about the fine line between fact and fiction, reality and fantasy, and why they are living in fantasy and why it is fact that I will walk out of All or Nothing still a champion. And what better place to explain it all than here at the studio where only film can make fantasy look just like reality.

The dark lights, the cold stone background, the erie music, the blood; these elements are intended to bring out fear from the audience, to make them scared. Ty employs many of these tricks to induce fear from his opponents because that's what he feeds on. I know this because I once feared Ty too. Let's face it, who wouldn't be afraid of someone who would induce such pain upon himself as Ty would, you'd have to be crazy not to. Fortunately I don't fear Ty no more, I see through his game, and second, it's also just as easy to act crazy as it is to act scary.

You see Ty wants you to be scared of him. You fear him you become hesitant, you fill your mind with doubt and it clouds your judgement, his advantage now. Exactly what became of my first match with Ty. Ty will use that till eternity, because he wants me to doubt myself. Ty, I'll save you the trouble by telling you that I don't doubt myself because I've proven I'm not only capable of great things every time I step in that ring, but that I can always pull out the unexpected anytime during a match and walk away victorious. At the end of the day I know that Ty is just like any man, and in that ring any man can be beat and Ty I swear I will show you that at All or Nothing when I become the first to pin you in WZCW.

I chose not to be afraid of Ty last Meltdown, and of course, he went to great lengths in response to try and scare me, the whole dark cell, candle light and chained to a wall, and then he went on to pronouncing my death. My death! Wow I had a good laugh after one. You see Ty, let's not kid ourselves. First my death equals your firing. And then there's the ridiculousness of that statement. I took it with about as much seriousness as I would with a little kid in the playground who would say he's going to take his belt, turn it upside down, and stick it straight up my bum. Not gonna happen. I'd be more scared if Ty stated he'd break my neck, then leaned me in the corner as he made me watch him pummel Drake to submission. Instead Ty showed me that he is more than annoyed with me. He is angry that I refuse to play into his games, mad that I refuse to be afraid of him, so he hopes that by declaring me dead I'll fear stepping in the ring again. Ty I looked death straight in the eye at Meltdown and dove at it head first, so I guess that means I'm unafraid of death and of you. You can crush my bones and you can try and take my title, but you can never take my spirit and my courage. That fills you with rage and anger and that will lead to your downfall in the ring.

Camera fades out and re-appears. Showtime is dressed in dark shirt and tight jeans. He is reading over his lines as he looks up at the camera.

And what about that wild card in our match, no I'm not talking about the FHD... hmm lot of Dave's here... no I'm talking about Max Powers and his hand puppet Drake Callahan. Max you trying to steer that car wreck Drake is like the Detroit Lions trying to steer clear of loses, It ain't going to happen. Drake is a loose cannon, capable of great damage not only to his opponents but to himself as well. You might fancy Drake lightening in a bottle, but you can't contain the bottle. Drake can't remember one match from the next. Observe from a episode of The Show a few weeks ago before MD 28.

(Camera turns in midway through an episode of The Show. David Cougar is in mid-sentence)

...And now our next video...

Bang, bang, dumdumdum, crash.

The camera turns over to the drum set where Drake is sitting behind banging wildly and out of time. He notices people looking at him, waves and then falls over. A chorus of laughs ensues.

Drake... drake... drake what are you doing here.

Hey is this that Show?... you know... that Show that's also called the Show, that show?

Yes Drake it...

Hi Mom!

Drake waves at the camera and starts walking towards it but trips over the chairs in front of him. He spills some of his beer so he decides to finish the rest of it sitting on the floor.

Drake, it's time to go, leave, there's beer backstage.

Oh great! Heyyy wait a minute. Your that show guy who hosts that Show call that show that stole my belt. I want it back.

You want it. Then you come and get it at Meltdown.

Alright I will... after beer.

You see Max, what Drake is told drunk he'll remember drunk. Drunken Recall eh. You can try and cut Drake's drinking, but where there's beer there will always be Drake drunk and prone to suggestion. I'm sure I can convince Drake just as easily in the ring that only by pinning Ty can he win the EurAsian title and then I'll have a powerful ally in that match. And Drake, why are you letting Max cut in on your drinking and fun time and holding you back from greater things. You beat Lars Reider last Ascension, you should be fighting Everest or Titus now. Instead Max has you fighting for two other belts and expects you to win more. You know what more belts mean, less hands to jug beers. You don't want that. No. The fact is thou Drake while you've beaten many great men in your career, you've never beaten myself or Ty. We both outsmarted you because quite simply we are smarter than a drunk. Alcohol is nothing but a drug that makes one feel good and unaware of their surroundings. People who are unhappy drink to escape their problems. Drake your problems are unescapable this Sunday. Drake you are entering this PPV not a champion and I plan to make sure you remain just that.

Action

Cougar walks onto a bar setting up to a table of people, one standing.

Standing person: W-w-wellll I'm gunna be headinger ohff now.

I think you're too drunk to drive.

The person tries to take a swing at Cougar, but misses and falls to the floor.

Friend: Drake? Ahh man he's out

Don't be a Drake. Don't Drink Don't Drive

Camera fades out and reappears with Cougar sitting down wearing a Lincon top hat complete with side burns.

Fore score and three Meltdowns ago I successfully captured the Mayhem title using a decoy to assist then betray. One week later I destroyed said decoy and beat him so badly the company had to suspend him 30 days so they wouldn't look bad having him. Two Meltdowns ago I attacked both my opponents during their match and last Meltdown I inadvertently convinced one to do the same. The fact simply means that when I'm around things will get unpredictable and I will stop at nothing to get what I want. I want this belt, I get it. I want Milenko gone, I make it so. I want to send a message to my opponents, I do. I want to beat Ty... I decided I much rather do it on a bigger stage, to show more people to not be afraid of him. Honest Abe never told a lie, and he said I will get what I want at All or Nothing.

David takes the hat and side burns off and throws them at the director.

I don't care if you are my uncle, I'm not doing this.

Camera fades and reappears in an empty room with a TV. David standing behind the TV leaning on top of it.

Well the road has been a twisted one but at last we come up to All or Nothing. And like out fore fathers who risked it all for the freedoms of all in the great civil war, so will I risk life, soul, and title, for the chance to have it all. Ty, Drake, your dreams of victory are just about as delusional as the south's dreams. Ty you think the games are over, they are just beginning. You call me coward for my tactics, but it is you who employ the same ones. Ty you'll bring Serafina and Drake will bring Mad Max, but who will I bring. Someone from the back or maybe someone in the ring. The great thing about the show is you never know what's going to happen until you see it, and then your already too late and it's all over... for... you. Folks I leave you with my labour of fruit, my PPV commercial. You'll find I say it all in this one. Enjoy.

David Cougar is seen in a dark room with two spotlights on him. The camera moves to different angle shots of him as the announcer speaks

Announcer: At All or Nothing. Three men, two titles, one match.
Copeland: The first pinfall will be for the EurAsian title, the second for the Mayhem.
Cohen: How will they be able to contain it all in the ring?
Someone could walk out with both belts, but someone WILL leave empty handed.
Close up on David Cougar
I won't leave with nothing.

WZCW All Or Nothing. Live this Sunday. Check your local cable provider to subscribe.

 

[Harthan]

***Formatting to come***

The scene - Max Powers is pacing excitedly in Drake’s locker room, while Drake lounges on the couch, as per usual.

Max: Things couldn’t be better for us, bud.

Drake ponders for a moment.

Drake: We could be surrounded by beautiful women…

Max stops for a moment and grins.

Max: Ha! I’m rubbing off on ya, huh? You got a point, but the fact is, we’re rolling into this match on top.

Drake nods distractedly as he fiddles with a half full beer.

Max: We got in their heads, man, Ty and Cougar are upset. They’re riled up and you’re gonna take ‘em out, cool as a cucumber.

Drake: You ever wonder why cucumbers are cold?

Max shakes his head.

Max: I never did, Drake.

Drake grunts as he continues messing with the bottle, peeling the label off.

Max: This match, it’s perfect for us. Ty and Cougar, they’re all structure. One fall to a finish kinda guys. They don’t know chaos like you do. You, man, you’ve been in the battle royals, the four ways, the incredible, bloody, hardcore contests – you’ve done so much more than they have. You’ve got the experience, you’ve got them in the right mindset…we could have this in the bag.

Drake grunts and keeps peeling the label.

Max: Do you even care?

Drake: Sort of. I’ve been reconsidering this whole title concept.

Max: How do you mean?

Drake: Well, people respect champions, right? But why? Does being a champion make someone good by itself?

Max rubs his chin.

Max: I think it’s the idea of having proved their worth.

Drake: But Ty basically stole the Eurasian belt, and Cougar ambushed the Mayhem off me. What’s so great about that?

Max: Nothing! That’s why we’re going to get them back!

Drake: But what will it mean if I get them? That I beat two guys who couldn’t win a title under fair rules? Does that make me better?

Max grunts.

Max: It starts you down the road, anyway. There’s more defenses to come, places to prove yourself…how many defenses did you have as Mayhem Champ? You were a man to be proud of.

Drake: Does regaining the title bring back my old success? Does success compound?

Max: This is getting pretty deep for a wrestling match, Drake.

Drake: I know, I know…it just bothers me.

He looks in the bottle.

Drake: I need to drink more.

He downs the bottle and throws it away, then grabs a full one from the nearby cooler.

Drake: I think it’s just the shiny belt, really.

Max laughs softly and continues pacing.

Max: Look, you do want these belts, don’t you?

Drake drinks from the beer again.

Drake: I feel that I do…they seem important…but I just don’t know why. Maybe I’ll figure them out when I get one of them.

Max: Or both.

Drake nods. There’s a knock on the door.

Max: Come in already!

The door opens and Becky Serra enters.

Becky: Hey guys…here for an interview?

Drake brightens up as he raises his beer in greeting and Max grunts.

Max: We’ve got a lot of preparing to do. Let’s get this over with quick. Drake?

Drake looks startled.

Drake: You want me to talk?

Max: It’s your night. Go for it.

Drake scratches his goatee.

Drake: Well…there’s this feeling, deep down in my stomach, that I’ve been…offended, somehow. And it’s all focused on Ty and Dave…I don’t really know what I did to them, but they don’t seem to like me, and they have belts…belts that Max says really belong to me, and when he says that, I can’t help but feel he’s right. I’m not sure I understand it all, but I do know that I want to beat them, and I want the belts…my belts?

Max nods and with a gesture, has the camera focused on him.

Max: Listen up, maggots! Ty, Cougar, you’re nothing but worms to me, and less to Drake! You’ve stolen, you’ve cheated, you’ve gotten your way out of our vengeance, but tonight, you’ve got no escape, nowhere to run! Drake is filled with rage and fury over the wrongs committed against him, and with the right guidance, he’s a loaded gun ready to take both of you down. Get ready, and enjoy your time left as the miserable excuses for champions you are, because the real double champion of WZCW is coming for you.

Max is breathing heavily as the shot widens to include Drake, who has lost interest and keeps fiddling with the bottle as the scene fades out.