Devilspawns vs. Legend/ricky

[sincade20]

Devilspawns vs. Ben Legend/Steamboat Ricky​

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All rp are due Dec 27 2007

 

[Reaper]

The screen turns fuzy then after flickering for a few seconds clears up to a black screen. A message appears on the black screen that reads,"The following announcement has been paid for by the New Dynasty of Wrestling." After the message has been on the screen for a few seconds "I Could Care Less" by Devildriver and a black and white screen appear on-screen. The Devilspawns are wearing black shirts with the letters "NDW" and "New Dynasty of Wrestling" in white with a white border surrounding the initials and words. The music plays continuously in the background as the DevilSpawns begin talkng.

Reaper: As everyone now knows we are in control. Not just the DevilSpawns who just happen to be the greatest tag team in the business, but also "The Main Event" Joesph Rios and "The One" Big Will. Just to show our dominance we are going to be executing...err...wrestling two more victims...err...opponents.

Disasterpiece: I mean, honestly, we destroyed the WVC last week. They atleast are a tag team who have been together for a while. They have experience being a tag team...maybe not a successful tag team, but a tag team none the less. You two idiots just got done trying to destroy each other and you think that you two will be able to coexist long enough to beat us. I think you two should be drug tested. Not for steriods or HGH, but for crack cause you need to be smoking on some strong shit if you think you have any chance to beat us.

Reaper: Let us acess the competition. First we have Steamboat Ricky. Mister all guts and no brains. Anyone can be hardcore, but the kicker is can you deal more punishment then you take? Ricky with you all I have to do is wait and bisde my time for you to try something utterly stupid. So I can counter it and start to rearrange your face a bit. I mean it's not like you couldn't use a lettle surgery on your face. No offense but your uglier than sh*t.

Disasterpiece: Now onto Ben "I'm No" Legend. You sir have the brains, but not the guts or talent to compete with us. We run circles around you then methodically take you apart one body part at a time. You will be hobbling to Ricky before the opening bell is done ringing. My advise to you is just stay in the back and let Ricky take the beating. I mean come on you're softer then a freshly baked cookie, and you think you can stand up to a beating from Reaper and I. You must be crazy to think you can take apart the machine known as the DevilSpawns.

Reaper: So there you have it folks. One more team bites the dust. Ricky and Legend you guys better bring your A-game's. Cause I swear that you'll both be taking a trip straight to the ER if you don't. We are going dominate from staring bell to the time our music hits on the speakers after we have our hand raised in victory. Then when your on your back laying on the canvas. You'll be looking up at the ceiling of the arena and the only sound you will hear is that of the bell that will seal your fate and we will purify this company of the mediocrity that plagues this company. Oh and by the way Legends aren't born they're mamed...Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrg!

The black screen comes back on and the music stops. Another message comes back on "The preceding message was paid for by the New Dynasty of Wrestling."

 

[Steamboat Ricky]

*A scene cuts to Steamboat Ricky entering the Prudential Center, home to the NHL's New Jersey Devils.*

Yarrrrr! I gotta be finding those pawns!

Brrrrrrack! What pawns? What pawns? Brrrrack!

Yarrrrrr, matey! The Devils'pawns! These hockey players must be liking some chess, the scurvies!

Brrrrrrack!?

*Ricky finds a janitor named Jethro*

Yarrrrr, matey! Where you be stashing them pawns!?

Wut you talkin bout boy? If it aint here in duh cart, I aint got it. Now git!

Arrrrrrrrude!

*Ricky then gets on the elevator where he awkwardly ascends along with New Jersey Devils goalie Martin Brodeur.*

Yarrr matey!

Hey...you're that pirate wrestler right? I'm a big fan. I almost crapped my drawers when you jumped off that tron onto Sam Orwell.

Yarrrrrrrrrrrr! You be right! I'm here looking for some pawns! You know where I can dig some up?

Yeah, bud. A lot of guys in the locker room play chess. Go ahead and knock yourself out. Just don't knock anyone else out, we have a game tonight.

YarrrrhardyharhahrharARRRRRRRRRR! Funny goalie man! Yar!

*Steamboat enters the Devils' locker room where he finds Patrik Elias and Jamie Langenbrunner playing an intense game of chess.*

Dude, will you move already?

I'm thinking man. You can't rush this sort of thing...ok, I'm going to move my pawn...

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

*Ricky is shown in slow motion running toward the chess board. He knocks Elias and Langenbrunner out of the way, siezes the chess board, picks up all of the pawns, douses the chess board with lighter fluid, sets the board ablaze, puts a few enchiladas on the board, then performs the Deckswabber through the flaming Spanish chess board on each pawn in the set.*

Yarrrrrr! Sorry about the mess mates. I had to get a headstart on me competition! Now....to Iraq!

Brrrrraaack!

*Steamboat and Polly run away towards the ship, as Elias and Langenbrunner look at each other dumbfoundedly.*

 

[Bentallica]

(We see Ben Legend helping U.S. soldiers put luggage on one of the planes heading to Iraq)

LEGEND: Ricky, last week we went to hell and back together, and I think we earned each others respect. I hope we're able to mesh as a team and take it to the competiton. But enough about us, let's talk about our opponents, those goth pieces of trash Devilspawns.

Now let's see, who should I talk about first? I know, let's start with that Vampiro wannabe Disasterpiece. You think I don't have the guts or talent to take you guys on, but I would have to disagree. After accepting the challenge of facing Ricky at his own game, I think there is no way you can question my courage. I also believe that I have more skills in my whole body than either of you have in your pinky fingers, so let's just leave it at that.

I feel like I'm forgetting something...oh, that's right! I forgot about that cocky bastard Reaper! But it's not that hard to forget about either member of that trash team. If you think you have the ability to hang in the ring with me, you should change your name to Reefer, cause that's what your smoking. You guys say I should stay backstage and let Ricky take a beating. You say I won't last after the opening bell, but I think I'll last longer. In fact, I think I'll last long enough to let Ricky get a few tags in so I can take a breather from kicking your goth asses.

One thing you guys seem to be forgetting is that we're not wrestling in any old arena. We're wrestling in Iraq, the home of a war that has been raging for five years. But then again, the only warzone you should worry about is the one in the ring. You guys think your good enough to physically pick me apart, but the troops boos will be mentally driving you insane. Your gonna stop focusing on the match, and start badmouthing those great troops who put their lives on the line daily to keep us safe.

So, in my eyes, you guys have been set up to fail in this match. You have no physical, mental, or wrestling advantages, while me and Ricky have more than you could ever imagine. All you have are oversized egos the size of Russia, and a massive chip that needs to be whacked of your shoulders. And if I can guarantee one thing, it's that our match in Iraq is going to be the longest, most painful match of your lives.

(Legend shakes the hands of the soldiers, and gets on the military plane. He peeks his head out before the door closes)

LEGEND: And by the way, Legend's aren't mamed, they're NAMED!

 

[Reaper]

The screen turns fuzy then after flickering for a few seconds clears up to a black screen. A message appears on the black screen that reads,"The following announcement has been paid for by the New Dynasty of Wrestling." After the message has been on the screen for a few seconds "I Could Care Less" by Devildriver and a black and white screen appear on-screen. The Devilspawns are wearing black shirts with the letters "NDW" and "New Dynasty of Wrestling" in white with a white border surrounding the initials and words. The music plays continuously in the background as the DevilSpawns begin talkng.

Reaper: That was just riviting stuff. You have an escaped mental patient who thinks he got a jump on the most dangerous tag team on the planet by giving the "Swashbuckler" or whatever you call it to some chess pawns through a flaming checkerboard.

Reaper and Disasterpiece put both of their hands in front of them and shake them in feigned fear.

Reaper: Oh my God, I think my heart just skipped a beat! Please! You are an idiot and I swear that the pideon that sits on your shoulder has more brains then you do. You know, maybe you should consult your bird more often. Like when he says "Aaaaaaaaack they'll kill you. Don't get in the ring with them!" that would probably be a good time to listen to the bird.

Disasterpiece grabs the camera and points it at him so that he may address the other participant in the match.

Disasterpiece: Hey! Has-Ben Legend or is it Never-Will-Be Legend...whatever. If you wanna talk about talent and about skills. I was winning championships before you knew what wrestling tights were. Ask Ricky about it. He knows that I was a bad motherf*cker then and now that I've come back from the military where I was trained how to kill people and harm them in the worst ways. I am 100 times more dangerous now than I ever was then.

Disasterpiece pulls out a picture of him in full military attire and holds it up to the camera.

Disasterpiece: Do you see this you piece of dog sh*t!! I was in Iraq last year fighting for our country. Do not tell me what it's like cause I have seen and done things in that country that would make you sh*t in your pants you little panzy b*tch. I nearly lost my life on several occasion not to far from where we will be performing so why don't you take your "the only warzone you should worry about is the one in the ring." and shove it straight up your ass! I am going to go out there and beat you so bad that the men and women of the armed forces that will be present will have to turn their heads away in disgust. I am going to break you in two, and then I will torture you until you beg me to kill you. Then I'll throw you to one of the most bad-assed man I've ever known, Reaper. That way he doesn't feel left out. You know, I hate doing all the torture myself...it's always better to share the wealth. Plus mother always taught me that it's better to give then receive around this time of year. So I'm going to give you blood, fire, and if you piss me off any further...death!

The black screen fades in and the music stops. Another message comes back on "The preceding message was paid for by the New Dynasty of Wrestling."

 

[Disasterpiece]

*The cameras open up to a dark, windy, tumbleweed desert. The sun has disappeared behind the horizon and the night is young. Bolts of purple, blue, and white streaks of lightning hit the ground far in the distance. Dust and sand swirl and whistle all around the desert floor. A flicker of dim orange light is seen in the short distance. The camera pans in. A rusty, broken, battered M1 Abrams Assault Tank is shown ablaze, scattered into 3 pieces. The main Turret hanging off, tracks off and all over the ground, and the rear section laying in pieces. . .

Familiar Voice: You think I am weak. You think I am frail. You think I am puny. I have not been to this place and returned . . .alive . . . for being a wimp. How many times do I need to say it?! I have seen and been through more horrors than any of you pathetic bastards can imagine in your stupid lives.

*The tank catches in a raging inferno now. Flames engulf the tank and rage all over.

Voice: I do not fear any pain you can bring. Any threats that you make. Fear is a disease I have conquered long ago. Now, I embrace it, and it seems to like to follow me where I go, and strike the hearts of all my enemies.

*Through the raging inferno, the hatch on top of the mid section of the tank slowly slides open. An arm reaches out and grabs the side of the outside of the hatch.

Voice: My enemies know my name, hear my steps, and know that death comes.

*Another arm sticks out of the hatch of the tank, grabbing a hold of a piece of twisted metal debris. Red & orange fire is slicing the dark air all around.

Voice: Your burning announce tables, visits to hockey teams, and cocky hero trash talk will not work here. You are about as good as dead thinking you will have any effect on me.

*The arms tense and the top of a head slowly rises from the hatch. It is Disasterpiece. He springs up from the hatch as if he was shot from a gun and lands steady on his feet, standing firm and strong on top of the burning, blistering piece of battered tank armor. The flames, not even phazing or burning him. Reaper walks into the screen from the right, holding a hand grenade in his left hand. Disasterpiece hops down from the burning tank and takes a step right next to Reaper.

Disasterpiece: Welcome to my world now. Welcome to a place in the world where you ACTUALLY might not live to see tomorrow. A place where you actually have to fight to stay alive, to kill or be killed. Iraq is this place . . . .

*DP nods at Reaper. With that, Reaper pulls the pin from the grenade with his teeth and holds the armed grenade out in front of the camera . . .

Disasterpiece: But so is this weeks MELTDOWN!!

* DP and Reaper look down at the grenade in Reaper's hand. A faint but distinct noise is heard . . .

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