A New Battle Strategy
SETTING: Outside at a park, nightime.
In the peak of the darkest hours, where no man dares walk across the land; War Zone can be shown sitting on a bench, checking a piece of paper: It appears to be another letter to 'Mr. President' or something. He appears very sollemn, since arriving to WZCW; he has yet to pick up a win despite his dominating figure and strength.
War Zone:
(Narrating)
Dear Mr. President. As it has become commonplace since my exile in WZCW; I have failed to put an enemy in retreat. Though he may be in a mid-life crisis, Tony Mancini has shown to be a well-equiped foe who will be happy to take on any challenger he wishes.
As for Ace Stevens; I have respect for him. He survived a stay at one of the most brutal regiemes out there. North Korea. It is no Soviet Union, but for someone who wishes to be as good a soldier as me; this is a good start.
The fight continues, as it always will. Soon, I will be challenging the king of a invisible nation in Obi Okafor. I say 'invisible nation', because up to this day; I have seen no evidence that such a nation he rules over exists, despite the vast majority saying that it does. Should you get this message, I request that you look up this 'New Angolan Nation of Africa' and see if such a place exists. His heart is admirable; so perhaps there is more than meets the eye.
Mr. Obi also holds the capacity to cause 'Mayhem', a weapon he obtailed by winning a mysterious belt named after it. As of now, I have yet to discover what this 'mayhem' is. My gut has said it is a long range weapon, my head says it's short and puny and my heart thinks it's a nuclear missile sent by Soviet Union sympathizers who are secretly backing the invisible nation he rules over. Whatever it may be, I believe the best rationale to take is to take a move up to Defcon 4 until we can figure out how dangerous this 'mayhem' really is.
Unfortunately, Mr. President; The mood is not all cheerful from home base. Domination is satisfying for any soldier, but without a victory on your side; it is almost useless. I have grown to realize this, and understand that my purpose is not just to destroy all those in my path; but to defeat my enemies and leave a nuclear wasteland in the world that is WZCW. And to be frank, Mr. President: I have not been succesful in doing so. From the bottom of my cold, unfeeling heart; I apologize for my lack of success and promise to try and do harder for you in the near future.
I have also been followed around, pestered and annoyed with by a rather weird man who only goes by the name of Troy Excellence. He claims that he has managed many great wrestlers during his time and-
The narration is interupted by said 'weird man', standing right next to the bench; arms crossed and with a smirk on his face. War Zone sighs, he knows what's next.
Troy Excellence:
(Smug)
I told you.
War Zone:
(Morose)
...You have told me what?
Troy Excellence:
I told you that you weren't just going to win matches on strength alone, you need to have a brain that goes with it!
War Zone sighs harder and looks at Troy with distaste.
War Zone:
I've already told you, I don't need someone to fight my battles with me. I work best with myself and only myself.
Troy Excellence:
Does working alone give you any wins?
War Zone:
It shall soon. My president has promised it.
Troy Excellence:
Which one? The one with the toupee and the bad New York accent or the one who died rambling about a complex military?
War Zone twitches, his face getting angrier by the minute. He looks at Troy with sheer disgust on his face.
War Zone:
(anger)
Do not DARE speak about my president like that! As we speak he is currently finding ways to combat the Soviet Union and it's communist ideals.
Troy Excellence:
(sarcasm)
Oh sure, and North Korea doesn't like firing missiles into the sea.
War Zone:
THEY...They what?
Troy Excellence:
Oh haven't you heard? North Korea's gotten a shit ton of missiles since you were frozen away in that defense center named after a five lined shape. SRBMs, MRBMs, IRBMs, ICBMs, even a couple bombs. You know; that good stuff. It's everywhere on the news.
Horrified, War Zone freezes in his tracks and doesn't make a sound. Troy tries to get something out of him, snapping his fingers even...but nothing. Just as Troy is ready to give up and walk away; War Zone grunts out something. And with an expression that reads 'shock and terror'; he realizes what has happened.
War Zone:
The communists are alive...they have been shooting missiles... (suddenly shouting) THEY ARE PLANNING TO START A THIRD WORLD WAR!
He jumps up from his seat and turns over the park bench. Troy gets out of the way, wishing not to be hit. War Zone checks his sights and finds a trash can; he runs up to it like a charging bull and kicks it over so hard that it flies higher and higher up into the sky until it becomes nothing more than a speck in the sky, likely to head to space and hang with the stars. Troy is in sheer awe at this development as War Zone breathes hard and heavy, trying to look for something to destroy.
Troy Excellence:
Do you see?! That's what i'm looking for from you!
War Zone looks at Troy and storms up to him, grabbing him by the shirt and glaring at him like he was Satan.
War Zone:
Do you not realize what has happened? Nuclear war has become immenient! We do not have much time to waste, we must stop the communist army before they enslave you, our population and our population's next population!
Troy Excellence:
(Struggling to get off his clutch)
If- If you let me go, I can explain everything.
War Zone takes a glance at Troy; he sees that he is being serious, perhaps for the first time since they met and puts him down.
Troy Excellence:
Right. As I was saying. You sir, are strong. You're the freight train that can knock anyone down. I am the genius who's managed many a great wrestler and has lead them to success. Together, with my smarts and your strength: We would be unstoppable! I know this goes against everything you have said up to this point; but whaddaya say? Will ya at least try it out? Just for one night?
Troy extends his hand out for War Zone -who has regained his senses by this point-. War Zone looks at Troy...then his hand...then Troy again. Realizing that it would be a losing battle, he pushes away Troy's hand. Nervous, Troy looks up to the large gerth of War Zone as he gives out his opinion.
War Zone:
Fine. If you really believe that you can lead me to a victory on the warpath, I will consider your offer.
Troy Excellence:
(Satisfied)
THAT'S what I want to hear! A deal well done and a new partenship has begun! Come my new student, let me show you the way of winning.
Troy takes War Zone by his side and the two walk off to another place to explain strategy.
Troy Excellence:
Now first question, what would consider your ultimate manuever.
War Zone:
Nuclear Winter. The final fate of a nuclear war. A burning hammer of agony for those who somehow survive. A move so dangerous, that it is only used sparingly.
Troy Excellence:
(Slightly creeped out)
O...kay? What's your other finisher?
War Zone:
The WMD, A weapon of untold power: Able to destroy opponents even in the highest of places.
Troy Excellence:
Yeah, let's go with that.
Troy and War Zone continue to walk down their path as Troy continues to speak, or rather ramble on how he's going to use his brains to help War Zone win, and with him by his side; his name will be all over the place. He's already making deals with potential sponsors for him, coming up with merchandising and is even considering hiring a super hot young woman to be by his side. The reason why?: 'A solider's never complete without a pretty lady by his side!'
