House Show 2 - Scott Hammond vs J-Dogg vs Byakko

[Harthan]

A clash between WZCW's three newest applicants, fighting to impress the WZCW Board of Directors.

RP Deadline is September 8 at 11:59 EST.

 

[Low_Ki]

The camera fade's into a very old Victorian-style living room. There is a dark figure seated in a large leather armchair sipping from what appears to be a whisky glass. The camera pans around and we can see that it is non other than the 'English Enigma' Scott Hammond. He looks very focussed as he takes another sip from his glass. A waiter walks into the room to collect his glass and walks away.

Scott Hammond: Everyone needs a hero. Mary Jane Watson needed Spiderman. Louis Lane needed Superman. Hell, Kate needed Jack in LOST. My point is that WrestleZone Championship Wrestling needs a hero. Someone whose values can help build the foundations of a better product. Someone who can rise above all that came before him and become the greatest ever. Someone like me. Its no secret that WZCW is the place that all great wrestlers come to perfect the skill of professional wrestling. It's no secret that I am, without a doubt, the most technically sound wrestler to ever grace a ring. And so here I was, sitting in my armchair, relaxing to the smooth sounds of Mozart, when I get the call. The call that tells me that WZCW want me. A call to say that I am worthy to enter their shallowed halls. But you see, it is they who are privilaged. I now have reason, purpose if you like. The biggest challenge of my life is on its way.

The waiter comes into the room again and places a plate of food on the coffee table in from of Scott Hammond. Hammond begins eating from the plate before putting his knife and fork down.

Scott Hammond: My first bout in a WZCW ring will be a triple threat match. Two men who are also looking to make their mark. Two men who quite frankly couldn't carry my jock strap. The first of whom is named J-Dogg. Very interesting choice of name there Mr J-Dogg. Tell me Mr Dogg, what does the J in your name stand for? Could it be 'Jealous', or maybe its 'Just Not Good Enough'. Is that it? I can give you the answer to that one. The answer is that you are not good enough to step into the ring with me. I was trained in London by the legendary Mick McManus, the man who taught me everything I know, the man who has taught me to become a champion in the world of professional wrestling. What exactly do you have on me J-Dogg? A strange name? I'll give you that one. Other than that, you have the accolade of becoming my first victim in WZCW. I'm sure that will suit you just fine.

Hammond finishes the plate of food given and slides it to the side of the table. Once again the waiter comes into the room and cleans up after him. Hammond then pulls his armchair inwards closer to the camera.

Scott Hammond: The final 'man' in this little triple threat is a gentleman by the name of Byakko. Very interesting name once again. Although growing up in London for all these years, makes me think that a name like that is given to the very bottom wrung of society. A drug dealer perhaps, the very scum that strike fear into the hearts of the hard working men and women who have built their fortunes from the ground up, people like me. And it is for that reason Byakko, that I will take great pleasure in infllcting great punishment on you. J-Dogg...Byakko, you are both the first step in my ascention into greatness. I will beat you both to within an inch of your miserable lives and then I will step over you both into the WZCW, and take my place in history. Because I'm Scott Hammond, and you WILL respect me.

The camera then slowly pans out and away from Scott Hammond's armchair as the scene fades to black.

 

[falconsault]

In darkness things will always take form of fears, a coat hanging on a coat rack can appear to the mind’s eye as a demon. High above a dark city stands a towering mass of metal and glass, and atop of the skyscraper stands a man, masked in a white tiger mask, his body visible as merely an outline for many seconds at a time due to the light on top of the building flashing to signal that the building is there. The man looks around while standing atop the building, taking in the night air into his lungs and sighing with delight.

With an individual step, his body rises higher into the air, making it apparent that he is stepping up onto the ledge of the building. One would possibly imagine that this man is about to leap to his death, but that would be far from the situation. After pulling his other foot up onto the ledge, he pauses, once more taking in a deep breath of the cool night air. A smile pulls his lips to display his teeth, a look of complete pleasure on his face to say the least.

With a slow, deliberate, and graceful move, this masked man shifts his feet, raises his arms and takes a traditional karate stance. After a few seconds of standing in the stance, he moves changing positions and performing a kata that he has memorized entirely. Moments pass as the masked individual continues his graceful position changes, before ending in a flip to his side, landing with his feet perfectly on the roof of the building, once again smiling.

“A lesson is required for an Englishman, a lesson in humility and understanding.” The masked man speaks yet his mouth doesn’t visibly move at the moment. “Sometimes people say things that they only mean because they do not know how to be humble, or they do not understand what is going on around them. The spoken of Englishman I fear knows not of either.”

“How is it that a man is trained by a legend yet learns nothing of humility? I almost pity the individual, believing that he is the most technically sound wrestler to ever grace a ring. This match that he walks into will crowd the ring; there will be no room for J-Dogg, myself, and this walking ego, talking of being a hero when there is nothing he can do to even save himself from the depths of darkness that he has already fallen into.” The man utters, pausing to take a deep breath and smile once more.

He rolls his head around on his neck, letting the stretching of his neck ease his nerves even further. “Introductions are in order; I am Byakko, born from the tears of The Kami to apparently bring humility to people such as Scott Hammond. Being given the name of Byakko is the absolute highest honor a warrior such as I could be bestowed. It is the name of the Great White Tiger of the West, a guardian and king of all beasts. Scott has made a flawed observation due to his inability to understand things that are different than he is used to. With him being an Englishman, I can see that he wouldn’t exactly know about Japanese culture, as he appears to be completely sheltered.”

Byakko smiles once again and turns slightly to his right, enough to where the flashing light displays his crystal blue cat eyes. He tilts his head back as if he was laughing and as he’s stopping the motion, the sound of his laughter is finally heard in the air. “That is absolutely enough about Scott Hammond, for soon, very soon he will slam into a brick wall on his rise to success, that brick wall standing in front of him will be me, the Great White Tiger.” His mouth moves, yet no words exit from his throat, until he is finished speaking the words.

“J-Dogg, he could possibly be a competitor of worthwhile, I know little of him and yet I walk into this match with high hopes. For unlike Hammond, J-Dogg interests me, this unfortunately does not mean that I will go easy on him. In fact, it means the exact opposite, as in his attempts to display his abilities, will find out what it is like to be in the ring with a warrior.” Byakko stops speaking, feeling that he has said more than enough for the time being. He looks to the next roof over and visually judges the distance as best he can, yet before he does what no one would expect; he pauses and speaks once more.

“Telling me who your trainers are is simply wasting breath that you should be savoring for your training and more importantly the match at hand. I will not be impressed by who your trainer is, yet by how you actually perform in the ring against me, J-Dogg don’t make the mistake of mentioning who trained you, otherwise I may lose interest.”

He finishes talking about his match and smiles once more. “Until next time…” He utters just seconds before the masked man takes off in a sprint toward the ledge facing the closest building. His feet pound the roof as he gains speed and momentum, they find their way up onto the ledge and with a great bound, Byakko leaps into the air in an attempt to clear the distance between the two buildings. The scene fades out before his success can even be recorded.

 

[Low_Ki]

The camera fades into a wide shot of Westminster in London on a dark evening. A man can be seen with his back to the camera, staring out at the River Thames. He is wearing a black leather trenchcoat. The lights of Big Ben illuminate his surroundings but keeps him in shadow. He turns around, his face still shadowed, and begins walking across towards the House's Of Parliament. Half way there he stops. He closes in on the camera, half of his face is now in shadow and it is now obvious that the man is the 'English Enigma' Scott Hammond. With his eyes wide open he gives a focussed glace into the camera.

Scott Hammond: There are many 'legends' in professional wrestling. That word is used quite a bit in this day and age. But true legends, they can be counted on no more than two hands. Byakko, I am speaking directly to you. You can play your mind games, speak in your little riddles, but it will do you no good. A lesson in humility and understanding you say? Humility? I need no lesson in humility, I do not need to be humble for anything in my life and do you know why? Because everything in my life that I have I have earned. And when we lock up, I will earn your respect. A lesson in understanding, now that is something I take more personally than anything else.

Hammond looks angry now, and goes to open his mouth to speak, but stops and takes a few deep breath's. He relaxes his body and walks over to the overlook of the bridge.

Scott Hammond: I have a deep and very fruitful understanding of the worlds greatest wrestlers. In fact, I have travelled all over the planet, soaking in the different cultures of wrestling, including watching many tapes from some of the great Japanese wrestlers. Jushin 'Thunder' Liger, one that stands out over many. For you to display such a lack of respect for me will do you no favours when you stand across the ring from me next week. The Great White Tiger I hear you say? If you are the tiger then I am the Black Mamba snake sent to bring you down with my venomous bite. There is no place for second best in this industry Byakko, and come next week, I am going to prove to you and the world that you are merely second best to the likes of myself. I worked my way up the ladder, from the very bottom. I fought in pubs, Byakko. Pubs. With men I had never met, all because I wanted to fight, I didn't care who it was, just as long as someone agreed, I fought. You may well have the traditions of great Japanese wrestling in your blood, but I will guarentee that you have not seen anything like me.

Hammond then walks up towards the Houses Of Parliament but is stopped by a security guard.

Security Guard: I'm sorry sir but you are going to have to move aside, this is a restricted area.

Hammond eyes the security guard and turns his back to him, again staring into the camera lense with continued focus.

Scott Hammond: I suppose you wish to know why I am here? Its quite simple really. For years, I was denied to right to compete as a wrestler in this country. The country that spawned the sport of professional wrestling turned its back on it. Corruption and greed prevented me...no slowed my ascention to greatness down. Just like the corrupt politicians that step through these doors on a daily basis, they try and control the masses. You are looking at one man who refuses to be controlled. Byakko, you moan and bitch about my intolerence, you can play all the mind games you want, but the bottom line is that I have made a living out of proving the doubters wrong, and next week I will prove you wrong! And J-Dogg, do not think that I have forgotten about you! Your silence both interests and annoys me. Your quietness is mildly interesting, but then all I have to do is look at your rediculous name to know that you are not in my league. At least Byakko has the balls to stand up to me. You...you are just a parasite, a nobody that will feel my wrath come next week. Both of you need to prepare, because I will prove my worth to this company, and you WILL respect me.

Hammond then turns from the camera and begins walking away. He nudges the security guard on the shoulder as he walks past as the camera fades to black.

 

[falconsault]

Byakko stands in a clothing store, looking through shirts on a rack in wonder as most of the kind of clothing in this store are not sold in his home. Of course, the man still wears his mask, which naturally garners odd looks from people passing by him. Some children find it silly that he’s wearing a cat mask and want to play with the silly man. Yet, just like in his home, Byakko is but a mystery. He smiles and turns away from the clothing rack and began walking away from the store and out into the mall that he was visiting.

He glanced around the place, grinning lightly and waving to children that would smile at him, which happened to be all of them. Byakko slowly closed his eyes as he stopped and sat down on a bench near the middle of the mall, he took slow, deep, controlled breaths until his eyes slipped open. As the world came back into view for the warrior, his lips stretched and formed a smile on his face.

“I had hoped that we wouldn’t have to revisit anything to deal with Scott Hammond, but it would seem that I have sorely over-estimated his ability to have common sense. A man that screams for respect gains and earns none, a man who claims to have been disrespected truly never had any, this is the type of man that Scott Hammond is.” Byakko begins, speaking slowly and deliberately, wanting to make sure his point actually gets across this time around.

“You blubber on and on about yourself, Scott, but you fail to realize that no one truly cares about you. You are completely uninteresting and hardly worth the time taken to mention your name. You like so many others will be simply forgotten in time, no one will remember your feeble cries of wanting respect. You have already begun your decent into mediocrity, yet the only saving grace for you could perhaps be the lesson you will learn when stepping into the ring with me, the lesson of humility.” He takes a deep breath and smiles, once more waving to a child that is pulling at his mother’s hand to walk in Byakko’s direction, to which she does not.

With a slow shake of his head, he begins to laugh softly, closing his unnatural eyes for a moment, not having a true need to see the things around him at the moment. “You spoke of Liger, one of the greatest wrestlers from my country; you mumbled something about a Black Mamba; and you stand still mumbling something about respect. You truly are a sad little man; Jushin “Thunder” Liger is a mere Anime character compared to the heavenly being I was given my name from. Many people from my country believe I am truly Byakko in a human form; some go as far as to believe I do not even exist, regardless of the talk, it has already made me a legend in Japan.”

“A legend however is nothing more than a story; true legends are nothing more than recorded stories. I do not wish to be a legend, but simply a conduit for the Kami. I am perhaps over confident at times in my own abilities, but one thing always remains true, I have abilities that are truly inspiring. Scott Hammond you will learn humility and true understanding when you stand in the ring with me, before you speak again, please use your brain, think about what is happening; as you will never earn my respect as you deserve none.” Byakko’s bright clear blue eyes slip open, so that he is looking a child who, had apparently got away from his mother and was standing at his knees staring up at the masked warrior.

He smiles brightly at the boy and pats him on the head. “Run along child, your mother will be worried.” He nods slowly at the boy who does just as he was told by Byakko. He stretches and yawns slightly before standing up and walking away from his previous position.

 

[Low_Ki]

A dark figure can be seen sitting in the middle of a group of steps in the centre of what appears to be a council estate. He is wearing a hood over his head and his signature black trenchcoat. Scott Hammond's face can be seen underneath the hood. A small group of about four men in their early twenties can be seen approaching him. They all stand around Hammond, and look as if they are going to attack. But at the last minute, they shake his hand and sit around him on the group of steps. Hammond looks up at the camera.

Scott Hammond: These young men are the youth of today. Times are changing. Witht he econemy failing us, young men like these are being looked over, they are the victims of the greed of politicians, bankers, and the worst kind of scum that walks the streets. MP's wonder why there is so much crime, they wonder why people are going to these lengths. I can tell you why. It is because of the greedy son's of bitches that line their wallets in times of need that young people like these take the measures that they do. Nobody is perfect. But one thing these young men do have, is respect. Respect for their elders, and sometimes, respect for those above them. This is something that obviously goes over the heads of people like Byakko. It is a real shame that someone who has such a rich history, someone whose background is lavished with honour, would show such disrespect. You seem to be a man of philosophy, a man who answers questions with riddles. 'A man who screams respect earns and gets none'? What book did you get that out of Byakko. I do not scream respect. I already have it. And like I have told you once before, after our showdown, you too will have garnished a deal of respect for me.

Hammond then rises from the step he was sitting on and says goodbye to the young men he was sitting with. He walks over to the middle of the estate with his hands in his pockets. He finds a worn bench and sits down, takes a look around before looking back at the camera.

Scott Hammond: Some might say I have a lot to talk about for somebody who has never competed in the WZCW. But I always say its better to have something to say, than to have nothing. How's that for a philosophic quote Byakko? And your right Byakko, nobody does care about me, which, in contrast makes me far more dangerous than, lets say, yourself. You see, you spend your time at toy shops making a load of kids happy, giving autographs or whatever you do. Whereas I have my eye on the prize. I don't need to satisfy the wants and needs of the masses. Because I am the only one who will benefit from what I do, and that is all that matters.

Hammond reajusts himself, thinking about what he is going to say next.

Scott Hammond: You talk about respect, but you have the audacity to compare yourself and put yourself above the great Jushin 'Thunder' Liger? He has done more in his wrestling career than you could ever hope to do. But you are right in one thing you said. True legends are merely recorded stories. But the difference here is that true legends live on long after all the 'mediocrity' as you so profoundly put it. Thats the difference.

Hammond then gets up from the bench, as the wind slowly rustles his coat and hair, and begins walking away, the camera follows him as he walks.

Scott Hammond: Byakko, you may think I'm just gassing, but the truth of the matter is that I am worried about you. I am worried that you are taking me very lightly. You beleive yourself to be bigger than you are. You worry so much about what people think of you that it takes the focus away from why you are really here. Next week you and I step between the ropes for the first, and I'm sure not the last time, and you are going to be very taken back by what you come up against. J-Dogg is not even an issue anymore. I will dispose of him, quickly and cleanly. And then you and I are going to fight. We are going to wrestle. And after its all said and done...you WILL respect me!

Hammond is now breathing heavily, and walks faster away from the camera as the scene fades to black.

 

[J-Dogg]

The camera focuses on J-Dogg who is wearing his hip hop clothing, and is walking down a run down street corner into a building....inside is a wrestling ring with seats filled with people cheering and a match is happening. J-Dogg then signals the cameraman to follow backstage


J-Dogg:I've grown up around professional wrestling and hip hop music and the culture, but i've also grown up around violence, crime and death. I learnt how to fight i learnt how to inflict pain to my rivals, and enemies who tried to destroy myself and my family and friends, and i will do exactly the same to you Mr.Hammond. Now that i'm a wrestler who was trained by the best wrestling has to offer:
"the greatest Aussie wrestler of all time.", "The most athletic wrestler of all time." and finally "The best and most popular wrestler today."

J-Dogg precedes to sit down on the grandstand with fellow wrestlers and turns back to the camera

J-Dogg:Now i move onto one of the 2 other wrestlers in this match....Scott Hammond, you continue to run your mouth about "Your first step to greatness" and you act like you high and mighty and above everyone in this federation, you aren't. Your a man who is delusional and thinks he will be top honcho, i have news for you ya' fool no one cares about you. And why obsess over someone's name...the skill and ability of a man should be your focus, and the only skill you have you crap filled snob is to talk pompous nonsense.

J-Dogg shakes hands with his fellow wrestlers and friends the moves from the grand stand seats to the ring which a match has just finished within it and there is currently blood stains on the ring mat/canvas


J-Dogg:And be careful Scotty, i've got you marked for "THE HIP HOP BEATDOWN" the most devasting side slam backbreaker you will ever recieve.
They don't call me "The Backbreaker Machine" for nothing, its damn well because i use multiple variations of the Backbreaker move, and when you get hit by one you will respect me like you should respect these hardworkers in the WZCW.


J-Dogg walks away from the ring and signals a trainer to clean the blood from the ring insinuating that more blood will be spilt.The cameraman stops one final to the backstage area and faces JD.

J-Dogg:Now to my last opponent Byakko, i respect you and you don't front like Scott Hammond, i see as a worthy competitor and not some stuck up bitch that obviously has had any loving. You don't talk shit and thats something uncommon in pro wrestling today so i applaud to you bro.

J-Dogg stares angrily into the camera to say his final words

J-Dogg"Finally the last thing i have to say to you both is this....im looking to achieve what i want to acheive and succeed in professional wrestling and as a wrestler. And earning the respect of my fellow wrestlers is something im looking to do as a newcomer and to prove im a fighter.

The camera fades out as J-Dogg is walking out the building qith his ring gear bag in his left hand and throwing up a peace sign, with his back to the camera.