Gold Rush: Gauntlet Match [KFAD Qualifier]

[Da Prophet]

Come one, come all! It’s a gauntlet match for a third spot in King for a Day at the 10 year anniversary show. Anyone deemed eligible by WZCW is able to take their place in this match with the order of entry to be decide via random draw. This could be a huge shot in the arm for a superstar looking to break out into the main event quickly if they are able to secure a spot in KFAD.

Confirmed:
Tony Mancini
Logan McAllister
Vox
War Zone

RP Deadline Monday 24th July 23:59 (Central).

Extensions available upon request.

 

[Lee]

Deadline is now Tuesday 25th July 23:59 (Central). No further extensions.

 

[Hyorinmaru]

Be of sober spirit, be on the alert. Your adversary, the Devil, prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.

The camera comes in to focus and shows us Tony walking down a dark New York City alley, ignoring the passed out junkies & trash as he steps over them. After a few minutes of intense thought Tony jumps as someone starts talking to him.

????: Hello Anthony, it's been a while.

Tony quickly jerks his head up to see someone that looks his father standing there in a red suit as steam billows out of a sewer grate next to him giving off the illusion that he is appearing out of nowhere.

Tony: You're not my father so what the fuck is going on?

????: This was the best way to get you to stop.

Tony: Well I stopped so why don't you start the conversation by telling me who you really are?

????: I look like your father so lets go with that. Although if you think about it you'd realize that you've know me for years already.

Tony stares at the man like he's insane while a crazy thought crosses his mind while the man just smiles at him knowingly.

Tony (sarcastically): Alright dad what do you want?

Angelo: I've been keeping my eye on your wrestling career for a while and I wanted to talk is all.

Tony (a bit defensively): Talk about what, my career is going fine.

The man gives Tony a tight grin that says he knows Tony is lying as he puts his arm around him and starts them walking down the alley.

Angelo: If saying that helps you sleep at night. Regardless, you need my help if you want to get better.

Tony: And why would I need your help? I've done just fine the way things are going.

The man throws his head back and laughs a a deep laugh as he steps over yet another homeless person using a tattered jacket as a blanket.

Angelo: Don't need my help? HA! Everything you've ever had was because of me whether you realize it or not.

Tony: Because of you? I don't even know who you are. Besides I said I could do it without you not that I would be completely alone. Xaitlyn will be in my corner as my manager.

Angelo: Would this be the same Xaitlyn Serpiente that left you after Kingdom Come because it was YOU who was responsible for the death of her beloved mentor all those years ago? Trust me Anthony, as soon as the current business with Vis Imperium and she gets her revenge she'll be back on a plane to wherever she's actually from.

Tony looks at the man with a tinge of uncertainty in his eyes and doubt in his voice.

Tony: Yeah well, if she does leave I know Gino will have my back. We started talking again not to long ago.

Angelo: And earlier you said you weren't an idiot. Anthony what is the only reason someone from The Family would talk to someone who shit all over everything they stand for as bad as you did?

He stared at Anthony until comprehension dawned on the younger mans face that he's saying Gino is there to kill him for what he did.

Angelo: That's right Anthony you can't trust either of them. Me on the other hand, I have only your best interest at heart. With me at your side not only will you win the gauntlet match, you will become King for a Day and eventually the new WZCW World Heavyweight Champion. You like the sound of that don't you?

By the time he finishes talking Tony is staring at the man with a gleam in his eye that says he would do whatever the man told him to do. This gleam is only there for a few seconds when a feeling shoots through him that says this is to good to be true and that he needs to be very careful around this strange man. Ultimately it's this feeling that causes Tony to turn down his offer.

Tony: As tempting as your offer is I think I'm going to have to pass. What you said about Xaitlyn and Gino may even turn out to be true but I know nothing bad will happen to me.

All of a sudden the man stops walking and spins Tony around and grips him tightly by his left forearm.

Angelo: If you think that then you really are an idiot. I may look like your father but you know who I am and you know what I'm capable of if I don't get what I want.

He lets go of Tony's arm and pushes him out of the way and walks off but as he's leaving he turns his head and gives Tony a spine-tingling promise.

Angelo: You won't win this Gauntlet Match without me Anthony, you won't win any match.

The man backs into the shadow and as he disappears Tony wakes with a start causing him to sit up in bed and take a few deep breaths.

Tony (a little shaky): Fucking hell, that was the most realistic dream I've ever had.

As he's sitting there he feels a slight twinge in his arm and when he looks down he sees a burn mark on his left forearm in the exact shape of a human hand.

 

[Dmbfantomas]

[INT a black room, Vox’s Dream.]

*Loud but muffled sound comes from a television. *
[The screen is blurred to the camera. In front of the television are the heads of four people watching television, two men on the arms of a four-person couch, and a man and a woman in the middle.]

Voice from the TV: Rambo is a pussy.

[The camera cuts quickly to the cheers of the four people on the couch. They are Sylvester Stallone, Vox, Jane Levy, and Kurt Russell]

Sly: I IMPROVISED THAT! It was originally some unoriginal dreck dialogue, but being an Academy Award nominated screenwriter…I knew what was best.

Kurt: Better be careful my friend, if you pat yourself on the back any harder you might mess up your shoulder.

Vox: OH SNAP!!! BURNNNNNNNN!!!!!

Jane Levy: *Covers her ear* Aaaaaand, that was my ear. Thanks, dude.

Vox: Any time.

Jane Levy: Ugh.

Kurt: Oh man, I love this movie.

Vox: Mr. Russell, for the uninitiated in quality cinema…what film are we watching right now?

Kurt: Why, only the 8th greatest film I ever made – TANGO AND CASH!

Vox: Oh sir, please. It is the greatest movie you, or anyone else, has ever made.

Jane Levy: Uhhhh, you just told me that about Don’t Breathe.

Vox: Ohhhh, uhhhhh…that wasn’t a movie. THAT WAS AN EXPERIENCE!

Jane Levy: Fair play.

Voice That Sounds Like Patricia Clarkson: Why in God’s name did you pick this as a celebration? You could literally watch this movie any time you want to. You have it on LASERDISC for Godssake.

Vox: It’s not about the film, which is excellent, but about the company I get to keep. Also, Robert Zdar is in this. Show some respect.

Voice That Sounds Like Patricia Clarkson: Ugh, just get me when it’s over.

Vox: How is that even kind of possible? You’re a voice. I have no idea when you are here and when you aren’t. Who cares, leave me be. I have the pertiest girl in the world here beside me, and the two greatest actors that America ever produced giving expert commentary about this masterpiece.

Kurt Russell: If you want a masterpiece, you should watch Bone Tomahawk.

Sly: And if you really want one, you should avoid Death Proof like it’s the plague.

Kurt Russell: Big talk coming from “Spy Kids 3D”.

Sly: Whatever you say, “Sky High.”

Kurt Russell: Maybe I should say more, “Cobra.”

Sly: Perhaps you should, “Captain Ron.”

Kurt Russell: With pleasure, “Stop! Or My Mom Will Shoot!”

Vox: (To Jane Levy), It’s like we get to watch the movie twice.

Jane Levy: I’m in the new season of Twin Peaks, why do I have to put up with this?

Vox: You’re a figment of my imagination. Want some Whopcorn?

Jane Levy: What is Whopcorn?

Vox: It’s Popcorn that has Whoppers in it.

Jane Levy: Candy or hamburger?

Vox: Usually candy, but if you want burgers that can be arranged.

Jane Levy: Candy. Duh. Am I going to gain weight doing this?

Vox: Do you want to?

Jane Levy: No.

Vox: Then no.

Sly: (Loudly, to Russell) Suck my thumb, Summer School!

Kurt Russell: I WASN’T IN SUMMER SCHOOL!

Sly: Of course you weren’t, I was trying to figure out why that movie wasn’t a gigantic piece of crap.

Kurt Russell: Ok…that was pretty good.

Sly: Did we just become friends?

Vox: YES!

Jane Levy: I was promised Whopcorn.

Vox: Yeah, it should be here. Takes a couple of minutes.

Jane Levy: This is a dream, how is it not instant?

Vox: I’ll take it up with the gravity experts.

Jane Levy: You do that. Hey, is it OG whoppers, or the strawberry milk flavored ones?

Vox: Uhhhhh, whatever you want?

Jane Levy: Both.

Vox: Done.

Kurt Russell: Hey, uhhhhh, we’re getting in on this Whopcorn too…aren’t we?

Sly: Yeah, 3-time Academy Award Nominee Sylvester Stallone needs Whopcorn.

Voice That Sounds Like Patricia Clarkson: Ok movie is over, off you go.

*The room turns completely black, and Vox is now alone in a red chair. *

Vox: Oh, what the hell? That’s not cool. I was going to test something out.

Voice That Sounds Like Patricia Clarkson: And what would that be?

Vox: I was gonna ask for Jane Levy’s phone number, and then I was gonna see if it worked when I woke up.

Voice That Sounds Like Patricia Clarkson: You were getting her number on the 9th of Never. Speaking of getting numbers, let’s talk about the match you have this week. This is a BIG one, so try and pay attention.

Vox: *mutters to self* I was too gonna get her number…ladies love Whopcorn…

Voice That Sounds Like Patricia Clarkson: SHUT UP! LISTEN! Gauntlet matches are difficult, and knowing how annoying people find you, you will probably start it off. The good news is, you’ve defeated all of the men that have been announced so far for this.

Vox: Yeah, but I beat two of them when I was kind of a jerk.

Voice That Sounds Like Patricia Clarkson: Was?

Vox: Ha ha. Seriously though, I have a different mindset now. I hope that doesn’t throw me off. Logan is an amazing competitor, and he shares a name with Wolverine.

Voice That Sounds Like Patricia Clarkson: Eh, kind of. Wolverine’s real name is James Howlett.

Vox: What?

Voice That Sounds Like Patricia Clarkson: Yeah, Logan is his…

Vox: NNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDDD!

Voice That Sounds Like Patricia Clarkson: I’m your subconscious. I literally only know that because you do.

Vox: Yeah, but don’t you feel better now?

Voice That Sounds Like Patricia Clarkson: No. Anyway, Logan is a fierce competitor but you should be able to beat him. Tony Mancini has too much of a struggle internally to be a threat to you individually.

Vox: That struggle is his greatest strength. He just doesn’t know it yet. He’s a great man, and he’s going to do great things.

Voice That Sounds Like Patricia Clarkson: And he can do them after you beat him. Then you have War Zone.

Vox: He was hurty. Dumber than a box of rocks, though.

Voice That Sounds Like Patricia Clarkson: Yes. But you would have never beaten him if you weren’t at full strength.

Vox: So, if I draw early, the most important thing is energy conservation.

Voice That Sounds Like Patricia Clarkson: No, the most important thing is winning.

Vox: Well obviously.

Voice That Sounds Like Patricia Clarkson: You’re infuriating. Anyway, If there are other compet…

[INT, A taxi. Vox is dressed in a black tuxedo with a red tie.]

Taxi Driver: Sir, we’re here at the Gala.

Vox: Which one? I do A LOT of these.

Taxi Driver: This is the one you’re doing for raising more money to help orphanage residents receive proper medical care.

Vox: Good. Are you aware of any of the attendees?

Taxi Driver: Yes. Georgia McCaskey, Russell Wilson, The guy who played Wilson on Home Improvement…

Vox: That’s not possible, that guy died in 2003.

Taxi Driver: Oh man, not Wilson. The sidekick guy, he hosted Family Feud…

Vox: RICHARD KARN IS HERE?!

Taxi Driver: Yeah! Anyway, your table is Table 12, your date will be waiting for you there.

Vox: I have a date?

Taxi Driver: Yeah, you were all jazzed about it, too. Did you hit your head or something?

Vox: Multiple times.

Taxi Driver: Anyway. I’ll pick you up when it’s over. Have fun, but not too much; that’s how babies get made.

Vox: You’re alright, Taxi Driver.

Taxi Driver: My name is Travis.

Vox: I’m sure it is.

[EXT: Outside of the Gala]

Vox: Wow, nothing much to do or talk about here. Good thing this WZCW Camera Crew is following me for literally no reason. (Inner monologue) Perhaps all of this will be on TV. I wonder if my dream will be on TV. Man I hope not, I look fat in those dream clothes. BUT, people will think I was hanging out with Sly, and Kurt Russell and Jane Levy. The only thing that could have made it better was Sexy Ass Ed Harris.

[INT: Gala Ballroom}

*THUD*

Peggy Sue: Hey killer, slow down. I can’t believe you ran into the table like that.

Vox: *Looks down, sees it is Table 12* Sorry about that, I was just in such a rush to see you. How are you doing this fine evening?

Peggy Sue: Pretty well. I’ve got to say though, this is the first time I’ve ever been asked to a fundraiser on a first date…or any date.

Vox: What can I say? I’m different! *Adjusts his tie* Well, that didn’t sound weird at all.

Peggy Sue: Awwww, you’re nervous. Why are you nervous?

Vox: Because you’re pretty, I told a dumb joke, and I have to give a speech. I also have a gauntlet match coming up at Gold Rush.

Peggy Sue: Why do you wrestle? It seems so…beneath you.

Vox: Not at all. It’s beautiful. Not only do I love doing it, but…look around you. Look at this room.

Peggy Sue: Ok, I see it. What about it?

Vox: This room had 35 people in it last year. We raised some money, but it was a glorified Scouts meeting. Look at how many more people I can help doing this.

Peggy Sue: Doesn’t it hurt? The wrestling?

Vox: Intensely. I was spitting up blood after my last match. The guy I fought, he’s a bit punchy. I’m just glad he didn’t punch me in the face again later in the locker room.

Peggy Sue: Aren’t you worried about what will happen to you – long term?

Vox: Of course, I am. But I can’t stop. Too many people are depending on me. The most important thing in my life is to help other people. I’ve had such a great life, and it’s not fair that other people who are better than me suffer endlessly. I eat three great meals a day, and there are children the world over who will never see a good meal in their lives. I’ll never get perfection for this world, but hopefully, I’ll be able to help the world achieve a modicum of rightness and justice.

Peggy Sue: But what about you? How can you make you happy?

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xq_FDy8jO9g Maria by The Dave Brubeck Quartet plays, people begin to get up to dance]

Vox: I don’t know. It isn’t important.

Peggy Sue: I don’t know if…

Vox: *Puts his finger on Peggy Sue’s lips* Don’t worry, I already know what you’re going to say. *Removes his finger from Peggy Sue’s lips* Look around, there’s plenty of fellas here better for you than me. Go sweep one off his feet. I’ll be fine.

Peggy Sue: *Kisses Vox on the forehead* You’ll be happy one day.

Vox: *Smiles*

[Peggy Sue disappears into the crowd]

Vox: *Loosens his tie*

Jane Levy: You know you do that after the speech, right?

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kq1JQUhwVQ Well, Did You Evah? by Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra (written by Cole Porter, RIP to the genius) plays]

Vox: *Tightens his tie* Shall we dance? I gotta warn you, for a professional athlete…I’m a bit of a bumbler.

Jane Levy: That’s why I wear hard shoes to these things.

Vox: Godspeed!

*Vox and Jane Levy dance clunkily and poorly*

Jane Levy: Are you going to be ok at Gold Rush?

Vox: If I’m as good as I am now, I couldn’t be better.

Gary Busey: DID SOMEONE SAY WHOPCORN?!

Richard Karn: Jeez, they invite anyone to these things.

 

[K Web V3]

Post MD142
Backstage Pepsi Centre
Denver, CO​

Logan McAllister walked silently through the arena, his manager Richard Goldman trailing behind him. It had been a quick thing, not even a match really. Logan had went out there and decimated the wrestler formerly known as the Bandit. He knew he needed to get his shit and leave the arena, he hadn't even broken a sweat out there and the night was still young.

Logan turned the corner towards the locker room, and before he could disappear inside, Leon Kensworth showed up, eager to get a quick word.

Leon: Logan! Care to say anything after your victory in the Deadwood match?

Logan ignores Leon and walks past him, into the locker room, as Leon goes to follow, Mr. Goldman steps in and cuts him off.

Mr. Goldman I think that would be a very wrong choice in what has so far to this date, been a successful career Leon. Look, I heard about you and my client speaking earlier today, in the empty arena. Logan told you, he's done talking. From here on out, if you need a word from Mr. McAllister you can simply contact myself. There is no time for somebody like my client to bother with interviews for you or the pesky, annoying fans that wanna hear how he feels about this, or feels about that.

You people fail to realize what a force of nature this man can be. No more parading him as some dad of the year. Because guess what Leon? My client is a wrecking machine, and now that he's finally came to his senses and is ready to live up to his potential, he has no need for the fans and whether they like him or not. I bid you a good day Mr. Kensworth, I pray you do not make this mistake a second time.


Mr. Goldman turns to leave, but stops as he hears Leon speak again.

Leon: Speaking of being a dad, How is Logan doing on that front? Rumors are he hasn't spoken to his fiance or son in weeks.


At that moment, Logan reappears from the locker room, dressed in his casual gear. He stands in front of Leon and looks down on him, clearly frustrated. Instead of speaking, Logan walks past him, but not before bumping Leon with his shoulder as he continues walking towards the exit, his manager right behind as Mr. Goldman just shakes his head as he passes Leon.

The two men enter the parking lot, and each went towards their seperate cars. As Logan was loading up his car, Richard walked up and asked him a question.

Richard:You going to see the boy?

Logan ignores him and backs out of his spot, before leaving Richard alone in the parking lot.

Backstage at Gold Rush
St. Louis,MO​

Logan was sitting in his rental car, getting ready to walk into the arena and prepare for a fight. After his decimation of the Bandit, Logan has now received an opportunity to earn his way into the King For a Day match. First however, he'd have to go through at least three other opponents. Logan had experience with the majority of the competitors that were announced. He's beaten Mancini, but was choked out by the walking telethon, Vox. As for War Zone, there's no doubt he's a strong physical beast, but from Logan has seen, that's all he is. Still, Logan wouldn't want to have to go toe to toe with him unless he had to. This is his chance to reassert himself as a player in this company.

Logan psyches himself up before storming out of his car, grabbing his bags with confidence and heading into the arena. As he walks down the halls, Logan again begins to think about the match at hand. A gauntlet match. Logan could be the first man out and have to run through everyone, or he could get the last spot and just have one opponent. It doesn't matter to Logan when he comes out. He has the stamina to go bell to bell and and the physicality to match. Logan enters the locker room to find Richard standing there waiting for him.

Richard: Tonight is the night Logan! The Gauntlet match. You versus all comers for a chance to become King. You told me to get you opportunities, and here you go. Just gotta go out there, and hit everyone with everything you've got and hit one massacre after the other as you eliminate your competition. Two victories Logan. Two! One to get into the dance, one to be crowned a King. Once you have that briefcase, any and all champions should be concerned. With you they'll have a 6'5 angry machine just waiting for the right time.

Tonight Logan, you go and pacify the War Zone. You go and become the Satan to Mancini's angel. You go and pull the plug on the telethon on claims of being a fraud! You go and extinguish the hopes and dreams of anyone that dares try to take your spot from you!

And then? Then YOU control your destiny, and should you decide that you want the WZCW championship from Cooper or whomever may hold it, you get your chance.

Decide you want the legacy that comes with ending the most glorious title reign this company has ever seen? Then you crush Titus at his weakest moment. That Clark woman won't dare throw her chilidsh insults your way and the FAKE king, King Obi will be praying to his gods that you don't decide that you want to reside in Mayhem for a little while.

Win Logan. Win and keep winning so that nobody decides when you get to become champion except you!

Richard is beyond worked up and he slaps Logan on the chest, hyping up his client. Logan, now fully prepared for the battle ahead, looks into his manager's eyes and nods. He knows what needs to be done. It's Logan's time and he won't let opportunities like this to be taken from him so easily.

Logan walks past Richard, grabbing a bottle of water as he begins the long walk to his latest opportunity.

 

[Wildcat66]

SETTING: At The Gymansium
TIME: At least a day after Ascension

Another night has come by, and once more we see the local gymanisum where War Zone trains to be the best possible soldier he can be. The Ultimate Soldier he calls it.

Inside, we see that WarZone has brought a dufflebag with him. It appears that he is looking to put it in hard tonight after a disappointing loss in his first match, before setting off; he takes one look at a piece of paper, slightly crumpled up. He looks at it for a short while, and he slightly nods; approving the condition. He puts it back inside his dufflebag and heads off to begin his rigorous training session.

As this is going on, you can hear what is written in the paper via voiceover from War Zone.

War Zone: Dear Mr. President

Last night, I had my debut match in WZCW. As I recall this moment, I remember that I was to face an Irishman of dubious quality by the name of Vox.

For a first time, I proved to show all the credentials needed to be a top athlete in the land you call WZCW. Strength, skill, agility. All of the traits that I never got the chance to show you back in the days of the Cold War.

Unfortunately, even though the attack was swift and brutal; I failed ultimately in my mission to defeat this Vox character.

There is some good news that comes out of it though, impressed with my performance; the people behind WZCW -apparently a parliament similar to that of Great Britian- have slotted me in a gauntlet match to decide who the final entrant shall be in this year's King for A Day Match.

Alongside with Vox, I will also be facing a fellow American trapped in a mid-life crisis, but one that has shown promise in recent days and before this unexpected spiral Logan McAllister and an Italian by the name of Tony Mancini. He may seem harmless at first glance, but after going over several of his matches; it appears that he will prove to be quite a challenge. Especially with his lady friend in tow. Though his demons, I fear will come to haunt him in the end.

Regardless, I have pledged to serve my time here in WZCW in the name of America; and as long as I remain here, I shall do whatever I can to destroy all those who come across me. Whether they be a dirty commie, a potential threat or a simple hard-working, red blooded American; all targets shall be defeated in my quest to become the king of war and prove once and for all that I am the Ultimate Soldier.

I hope to hear from you again,
War Zone

The night passes, and War Zone heads off for the door. But he's not alone, he seems to be carrying a 800 lb weight lift seemingly with ease. It appears he's taking it home for the night for some extra testing. He reaches for the door until...

???: Sir?

He slowly turns his head around and glares, seeing the owner of the gym.

Gym Owner: Afraid you can't take that home with you son.

War Zone: ...Reason?

Gym Owner: Just not your property.

He turns around and gives the owner a glare that screams of death. The owner steps back as if to stay away from his weight, he also seems to be a little bit afraid of the impressive stature of War Zone.

War Zone: Do you know what country we live in?

Gym Owner: Eeeyuh, America?

There is a silence for a brief moment.

War Zone No...You see, this is not just America. This is the land of the free and the home of the brave. (Getting more passionate with each sentence) This is the land of fine upstanding men such as my president Dwight D. Eisenhower, Joseph McCarthy and Douglas McArthur. This is the bastion of freedom, the savior to those scared of the communist regime of the Soviet Union. This is the land of patriots and champions, where all men are equal to do whatever the HELL we please! My friend, this is not just America. (Turns around) You want to know what it is? (Pause) THIS, IS, AMERICA!

As he roars out the word America, he runs as fast as he can; carrying his weightlift and throws him across the windows...

And it breaks through the windows, shattering them into nothing but pieces of glass and bouncing slightly on the ground. The gym owner looks on, horrified at what he's just seen. War Zone glares over him.

War Zone: Any questions?

Gym Owner: N-n-no sir, go right ahead.

War Zone: Good. I'm glad you see things my way.

He prepares to exit the gym, but he realizes he forgot to mention something very important.

War Zone: One more thing? (Pause) In America, we always pay our taxes.

Now fully satisfied, he walks off, carrying the weightlift and leaving the gym owner with feelings of shock, awe and sheer horror.