Meltdown 27 - Drake Callahan vs Ty Burna
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The video stream begins as static crosses the screen. It continues for a few moments before a blood curdling scream is heard and the screen fades to black. More shuffling and struggling can be heard before the feed finally focuses in on Ty Burna kneeling over what appears to be a female body. He begins making odd rhythmic movements with his hands before picking up a bowl and pouring the liquid all over the body. He brushes his hands and stands slowly, covering the body with a black shawl. He turns towards the camera, placing his hands behind his back. The Ouija Scroll can also be seen next to the body while the Eurasian Championship Belt can be seen hanging from a hook behind him against the wall.
So I see you've decided to come at the wrong time like usual Mr. Camera Man, I am really getting sick of this and I hope you learn your lesson before I have to administer a punishment myself.
He reaches up and brushes back a few wild strands of hair as he forcefully grabs the camera and pulls it close.
It doesn't matter, it's not like I have anything to hide, which is what my opponent this week and then at All Or Nothing Drake Callahan has to do every night. I would have thought you would have realized your mistakes at Civil Revolution Drake, but here we are again, and just like last time I will leave you a bloody mess, and not a damn thing will have changed between us. You are not the Beast your "Dark" side claims to be, and if you want to bring that side with you at Meltdown, then by all means, I'll slay that side and send him scuttling back to the shadows licking his wounds like a good little dog.
He laughs softly as he walks over and lights a couple candles around the shawl covered body, chanting a few incantations as well. He then walks over and picks up his Eurasian Championship from the hook on the wall. He slings it over his shoulder as he walks back over to the camera.
Now as far as last week goes, I proved that Bratchny could not handle me in a one on one match. But naturally Mr. Myles is afraid of me controlling the most important piece of WZCW, the World Heavyweight Title. So of course he puts Bratchny in the six pack challenge at All or Nothing, even though I clearly proved that I was the superior warrior. But no matter, eventually Mr. Myles or Mr. Bateman will have no choice but to give me what is mine, in due time.
Instead of taking my proper place competing for what will be rightfully mine, I am forced instead to feed on Drake once again, and destroy Cougar for a second time, or show Milenko how truly pathetic he has become. The fact is that when I meet Drake and Cougar or Milenko at All Or Nothing, I will walk out with my Eurasian Championship intact, and take away their precious Mayhem Championship as well. It is clear that Cougar is out of his league, even facing off against Drake he had to make a deal with Milenko just to attain that Mayhem title. Let me make this clear Cougar, I don't need to make deals with others to get what I want. I simply go out and take it, by any means necessary. You do not understand that hardcore is far more than simply using weapons, it's about using whatever is necessary to destroy any opposition to reach the goal you have set. You are nothing more than a child swinging a stick at a pinata at this point and time Cougar. Weapons or not I will show you what hardcore truly is, and it is at that time you will understand why you can never triumph over me.
He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, the shawl covered body in the corner slowly stirring, the candles begin to dim. He closes his eyes for a moment before opening them again, his irises glowing an intense red.
I have always delivered on everything I have said I would do. I acquired the Eurasian Championship, I have defeated every single piece of meat they have thrown at me, and now I will make yet another declaration. The following will soon be formed, and the chosen ones will be revealed at that time. In a few weeks time my plans for further dominating WZCW will come to fruition, and no one will be able to stop me. This is not just a statement, this is the future that the Ouija has written for me.
The female body begins to stir more, the shawl slowly sliding off her, revealing long straight ebony locks. Ty Burna glances back momentarily before returning his gaze back to the camera, his face taking on a more serious and darker tone. His voice deepens and he looks down slightly.
As for you Drake, at Meltdown I will beat you within an inch of your life. I will make you wish you didn't have to face me again just a few weeks later at All or Nothing. Oh but do not fear, I will allow you to make it to All or Nothing, I want to show the whole world what I am capable of, by finishing that match not only the Eurasian Champion, but the Mayhem Champion as well. I will crush Cougar or Milenko and watch as they fade away to obscurity, and I will watch as you Drake retreat and plead to the Dark that I don't find you again and finish you off once and for all. So when we get to Meltdown Drake, you will need every little pathetic shadow trick you know, I will shrug them away and show you the true darkness once more, and maybe you or your "beast" will understand that I am not a simple magician, and that I will be the future Exalted, watching as people like you Drake suffer in torment for all eternity.
He throws his head back and lets out a ear piercing laugh as the female in the corner awakens and throws off the shawl, revealing a slim pale skinned female clothed in tight leather pants and top.
Oh and please welcome the first to join my following, Miss Serafina.
Ty continues to laugh as Serafina lunges from behind Ty at the camera as the feed cuts out.
So I see you've decided to come at the wrong time like usual Mr. Camera Man, I am really getting sick of this and I hope you learn your lesson before I have to administer a punishment myself.
He reaches up and brushes back a few wild strands of hair as he forcefully grabs the camera and pulls it close.
It doesn't matter, it's not like I have anything to hide, which is what my opponent this week and then at All Or Nothing Drake Callahan has to do every night. I would have thought you would have realized your mistakes at Civil Revolution Drake, but here we are again, and just like last time I will leave you a bloody mess, and not a damn thing will have changed between us. You are not the Beast your "Dark" side claims to be, and if you want to bring that side with you at Meltdown, then by all means, I'll slay that side and send him scuttling back to the shadows licking his wounds like a good little dog.
He laughs softly as he walks over and lights a couple candles around the shawl covered body, chanting a few incantations as well. He then walks over and picks up his Eurasian Championship from the hook on the wall. He slings it over his shoulder as he walks back over to the camera.
Now as far as last week goes, I proved that Bratchny could not handle me in a one on one match. But naturally Mr. Myles is afraid of me controlling the most important piece of WZCW, the World Heavyweight Title. So of course he puts Bratchny in the six pack challenge at All or Nothing, even though I clearly proved that I was the superior warrior. But no matter, eventually Mr. Myles or Mr. Bateman will have no choice but to give me what is mine, in due time.
Instead of taking my proper place competing for what will be rightfully mine, I am forced instead to feed on Drake once again, and destroy Cougar for a second time, or show Milenko how truly pathetic he has become. The fact is that when I meet Drake and Cougar or Milenko at All Or Nothing, I will walk out with my Eurasian Championship intact, and take away their precious Mayhem Championship as well. It is clear that Cougar is out of his league, even facing off against Drake he had to make a deal with Milenko just to attain that Mayhem title. Let me make this clear Cougar, I don't need to make deals with others to get what I want. I simply go out and take it, by any means necessary. You do not understand that hardcore is far more than simply using weapons, it's about using whatever is necessary to destroy any opposition to reach the goal you have set. You are nothing more than a child swinging a stick at a pinata at this point and time Cougar. Weapons or not I will show you what hardcore truly is, and it is at that time you will understand why you can never triumph over me.
He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, the shawl covered body in the corner slowly stirring, the candles begin to dim. He closes his eyes for a moment before opening them again, his irises glowing an intense red.
I have always delivered on everything I have said I would do. I acquired the Eurasian Championship, I have defeated every single piece of meat they have thrown at me, and now I will make yet another declaration. The following will soon be formed, and the chosen ones will be revealed at that time. In a few weeks time my plans for further dominating WZCW will come to fruition, and no one will be able to stop me. This is not just a statement, this is the future that the Ouija has written for me.
The female body begins to stir more, the shawl slowly sliding off her, revealing long straight ebony locks. Ty Burna glances back momentarily before returning his gaze back to the camera, his face taking on a more serious and darker tone. His voice deepens and he looks down slightly.
As for you Drake, at Meltdown I will beat you within an inch of your life. I will make you wish you didn't have to face me again just a few weeks later at All or Nothing. Oh but do not fear, I will allow you to make it to All or Nothing, I want to show the whole world what I am capable of, by finishing that match not only the Eurasian Champion, but the Mayhem Champion as well. I will crush Cougar or Milenko and watch as they fade away to obscurity, and I will watch as you Drake retreat and plead to the Dark that I don't find you again and finish you off once and for all. So when we get to Meltdown Drake, you will need every little pathetic shadow trick you know, I will shrug them away and show you the true darkness once more, and maybe you or your "beast" will understand that I am not a simple magician, and that I will be the future Exalted, watching as people like you Drake suffer in torment for all eternity.
He throws his head back and lets out a ear piercing laugh as the female in the corner awakens and throws off the shawl, revealing a slim pale skinned female clothed in tight leather pants and top.
Oh and please welcome the first to join my following, Miss Serafina.
Ty continues to laugh as Serafina lunges from behind Ty at the camera as the feed cuts out.
The scene – Becky Serra is backstage, outside Drake Callahan’s locker room. She addresses the camera.
Becky: I’m going to try to get an interview with Drake tonight, but he’s bound to be pretty distraught over losing his title last week. Let’s see what he’s up to.
She knocks on the door and waits for a moment. She raises her hand to knock again when suddenly, the door flies open, and a strange man stands in the door.
Man: Who are you?
Becky: Um…Becky Serra, WZCW Interviewer? I was here for Drake…did he change locker rooms?
The man stands and considers her for a moment. He wears sunglasses and has bleached blonde hair and sunglasses, and wears an expensive suit.
Man: Drake! You know this chick?
Drake’s voice calls from inside the room.
Drake: Woss her name?
Man: She says she’s Becky.
Becky: I’m right here, you know…
Drake: Oh, yeah, she’s cool. The one I told you about, who told me to call you.
The man opens the door and Becky enters the room. She’s startled as it’s not only in pristine condition, but seems to have been renovated in the last week. In place of the title, benches, and rows of lockers, there’s now a fine red carpet, black leather sofas and chairs, and a screen in the back. On the chair, sprawled out with a beer in hand, is Drake, also wearing a suit, albeit a wrinkled and crumpled one, with the tie loose and several buttons undone on the jacket.
Becky: Err…what happened here, Drake?
Drake: Becky! You like it?
Becky: It’s…very nice, Drake, but what’s going on?
Drake: Before, when you said, y’know, call a guy. This is the guy.
Becky turns around to the richly attired blonde man.
Man: Name’s Max Powers, little lady. Harvard educated New York lawyer, agent to the rich and famous. Been negotiating contracts for years. Drake’s an old school buddy, good thing you called. I should have known this rapscallion wouldn’t be able to manage himself.
Drake: Hey! I won…y’know...that belt.
Max: And lost it because you had no one to watch your back, yeah?
Drake is indignant.
Drake: That Milenko doesn’t quit…the other guy…Showbiz, he’s no good either. They just jumped me. Cheating, is what it is.
Max: Showtime, Drake.
Drake: Is it already?
Max: No, Drake, his name, is Showtime.
Drake: That’s a silly name…
Max: It’s a nickname.
Drake: You said his name was Showtime, not Nick.
Max: Drake –
Becky interjects.
Becky: You know, Max, it’s usually better to just let these conversations go.
Max turns to her.
Max: I can handle my client, alright? I got him a seven figure contract, the best locker room in WZCW, and am gonna manage him toward two titles.
Drake: And a mini-fridge!
He points toward the mini-fridge in question, within arms reach of the couch.
Drake: It’s got beer, and beer, and…a lot more beer!
Becky gives Max a hurt look and then smiles at Drake.
Becky: Well, I’m glad you’re doing so well, Drake. Care to get on with our interview?
Drake gestures with his beer bottle. He finds it empty and cracks open another, making the same gesture.
Drake: We good to interview, Max?
Max: Get on with it, little lady.
Becky glares at Max again then composes herself.
Becky: Well, Drake, let’s begin then. Last week, during your schedule defense with David Cougar –
Drake: Nick.
Max: Showtime.
Drake: That’s what I said.
Becky sighs.
Becky: …“Showtime”, David Cougar, you were ambushed by Milenko and had your title, effectively, stolen. Your thoughts?
Drake: Well…I really liked that fancy belt thingy…though I couldn’t keep my pants up with it. It was nice to have, though. And, y’know, Max says the more belts you get, the better, so…I kinda want it back.
Becky: And you get your opportunity at All or Nothing in a two fall triple threat, where you’ll face Showtime and Ty Burna, with each of their titles on the line.
Drake: I was pretty close to getting that belt Ty has, too, but…I hurt myself. A lot. Hurt Milenko more, though.
Becky: Many are arguing you’re not only the rightful Mayhem Champion, but the EurAsian Champion as well. Do you think you can capture both belts?
Drake starts to speak, but Max interrupts him.
Max: Let me handle this, Drake. Showtime, Ty, you got what you got by screwing over my buddy here. Drake didn’t have anyone to make sure he got some rest in between his matches at the PPV, and Ty stole the belt. He didn’t have anyone to watch his back in his title match, so Cougar stole his belt. That ain’t gonna happen no more, got it? There’s no more tricks to pull, no more loopholes to exploit, nothing. You are gonna face the most dangerous man in wrestling, Drake Callahan, with nothing to protect you. Look at him – he’s a loose cannon, half crazy, drunk all the time – you think he’s got remorse for you? You think he cares what happens to you? He don’t even care what happens to him! He’s gonna rip you apart without a second thought. The only way you can beat this man is with a screwjob, and with me working for him backstage, and with me in his corner, there are no more screwjobs. Get ready for All or Nothing, cause neither of you are gonna walk out with a title. I’m saying right here, right now, that Drake Callahan is the next and first dual champion in WZCW. And tonight, on Meltdown, Ty Burna, you’re gonna get a taste of what is gonna happen to you at the PPV, what happens when you really mess with my man. Be ready, and be afraid.
Becky stands in shock for a moment at the intensity of Max Powers, who stands trembling with his fists clenched. Drake, meanwhile, has dozed off and his beer is slowly spilling onto the floor. Max grins a little bit to himself, grabs the beer and sets it on the table. He looks over his shoulder at Becky.
Max: You can go now, little lady. We’ve gotta get ready for the match.
Becky nods silently and exits, still a little stunned by the interview.
Becky: I’m going to try to get an interview with Drake tonight, but he’s bound to be pretty distraught over losing his title last week. Let’s see what he’s up to.
She knocks on the door and waits for a moment. She raises her hand to knock again when suddenly, the door flies open, and a strange man stands in the door.
Man: Who are you?
Becky: Um…Becky Serra, WZCW Interviewer? I was here for Drake…did he change locker rooms?
The man stands and considers her for a moment. He wears sunglasses and has bleached blonde hair and sunglasses, and wears an expensive suit.
Man: Drake! You know this chick?
Drake’s voice calls from inside the room.
Drake: Woss her name?
Man: She says she’s Becky.
Becky: I’m right here, you know…
Drake: Oh, yeah, she’s cool. The one I told you about, who told me to call you.
The man opens the door and Becky enters the room. She’s startled as it’s not only in pristine condition, but seems to have been renovated in the last week. In place of the title, benches, and rows of lockers, there’s now a fine red carpet, black leather sofas and chairs, and a screen in the back. On the chair, sprawled out with a beer in hand, is Drake, also wearing a suit, albeit a wrinkled and crumpled one, with the tie loose and several buttons undone on the jacket.
Becky: Err…what happened here, Drake?
Drake: Becky! You like it?
Becky: It’s…very nice, Drake, but what’s going on?
Drake: Before, when you said, y’know, call a guy. This is the guy.
Becky turns around to the richly attired blonde man.
Man: Name’s Max Powers, little lady. Harvard educated New York lawyer, agent to the rich and famous. Been negotiating contracts for years. Drake’s an old school buddy, good thing you called. I should have known this rapscallion wouldn’t be able to manage himself.
Drake: Hey! I won…y’know...that belt.
Max: And lost it because you had no one to watch your back, yeah?
Drake is indignant.
Drake: That Milenko doesn’t quit…the other guy…Showbiz, he’s no good either. They just jumped me. Cheating, is what it is.
Max: Showtime, Drake.
Drake: Is it already?
Max: No, Drake, his name, is Showtime.
Drake: That’s a silly name…
Max: It’s a nickname.
Drake: You said his name was Showtime, not Nick.
Max: Drake –
Becky interjects.
Becky: You know, Max, it’s usually better to just let these conversations go.
Max turns to her.
Max: I can handle my client, alright? I got him a seven figure contract, the best locker room in WZCW, and am gonna manage him toward two titles.
Drake: And a mini-fridge!
He points toward the mini-fridge in question, within arms reach of the couch.
Drake: It’s got beer, and beer, and…a lot more beer!
Becky gives Max a hurt look and then smiles at Drake.
Becky: Well, I’m glad you’re doing so well, Drake. Care to get on with our interview?
Drake gestures with his beer bottle. He finds it empty and cracks open another, making the same gesture.
Drake: We good to interview, Max?
Max: Get on with it, little lady.
Becky glares at Max again then composes herself.
Becky: Well, Drake, let’s begin then. Last week, during your schedule defense with David Cougar –
Drake: Nick.
Max: Showtime.
Drake: That’s what I said.
Becky sighs.
Becky: …“Showtime”, David Cougar, you were ambushed by Milenko and had your title, effectively, stolen. Your thoughts?
Drake: Well…I really liked that fancy belt thingy…though I couldn’t keep my pants up with it. It was nice to have, though. And, y’know, Max says the more belts you get, the better, so…I kinda want it back.
Becky: And you get your opportunity at All or Nothing in a two fall triple threat, where you’ll face Showtime and Ty Burna, with each of their titles on the line.
Drake: I was pretty close to getting that belt Ty has, too, but…I hurt myself. A lot. Hurt Milenko more, though.
Becky: Many are arguing you’re not only the rightful Mayhem Champion, but the EurAsian Champion as well. Do you think you can capture both belts?
Drake starts to speak, but Max interrupts him.
Max: Let me handle this, Drake. Showtime, Ty, you got what you got by screwing over my buddy here. Drake didn’t have anyone to make sure he got some rest in between his matches at the PPV, and Ty stole the belt. He didn’t have anyone to watch his back in his title match, so Cougar stole his belt. That ain’t gonna happen no more, got it? There’s no more tricks to pull, no more loopholes to exploit, nothing. You are gonna face the most dangerous man in wrestling, Drake Callahan, with nothing to protect you. Look at him – he’s a loose cannon, half crazy, drunk all the time – you think he’s got remorse for you? You think he cares what happens to you? He don’t even care what happens to him! He’s gonna rip you apart without a second thought. The only way you can beat this man is with a screwjob, and with me working for him backstage, and with me in his corner, there are no more screwjobs. Get ready for All or Nothing, cause neither of you are gonna walk out with a title. I’m saying right here, right now, that Drake Callahan is the next and first dual champion in WZCW. And tonight, on Meltdown, Ty Burna, you’re gonna get a taste of what is gonna happen to you at the PPV, what happens when you really mess with my man. Be ready, and be afraid.
Becky stands in shock for a moment at the intensity of Max Powers, who stands trembling with his fists clenched. Drake, meanwhile, has dozed off and his beer is slowly spilling onto the floor. Max grins a little bit to himself, grabs the beer and sets it on the table. He looks over his shoulder at Becky.
Max: You can go now, little lady. We’ve gotta get ready for the match.
Becky nods silently and exits, still a little stunned by the interview.
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