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Rock & Roll Championship; Fatal Four Way
Topic Started: May 30 2016, 11:38 PM (28 Views)
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Rock & Roll Championship

Fatal Four Way

Vivi (C) vs. Sven Krig vs. Lucas Peek vs. Becky Santiago
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It’s high noon in Memphis, and the usual drinking spot of the BCW’s brutes Krig and Pooch, the Golden Triangle in the outskirts of Memphis is quieter than usual, the only patrons being a pair bald. Imposing men who are tucked in a corner drinking beer in steady pace. The bigger of the men, the one known as Dobermann, the mercenary of BCW Sven Krig is being more talkative than usual as he stares across the table to his comrade-in-arms Pooch.

Krig: Hardware Havoc. Reminds me of Afghanistan. Fighting people who have no place to be there in the first place. With more to lose than to gain. Atleast we got the go-ahead to do whatever we can. I’d imagine you got a few tricks up your sleeve Pooch.

Lighting up a cigarette, Pooch glugs down some of his beer and leans back on the lodge the two men were seated in.

Pooch: This is farm from Afghanistan Sven, this is more of those operational things you don’t write about. The people who were there know but they won’t say..none of that special forces bullshit either. There is no pride in what we do, no one will ever look at what we are going to do as an act of patriotism or some sort of a righteous route to democracy and freedom. No need to make it complicated. You have an employer, who gives you a mission, they pay for you to get it done. They give you a place and a time to do it..but the key to it all.

He drops some ash from the tip of the blazing cigarette to a worn out ashtray and smirks.

Pooch: The key to all is “how” you do it, that is all up to you. That’s about as much freedom and creativity as you get in this and all the employer cares for is the end result. So no bonus points for pretty outfits or sequenced splits.. Got that?

The dobermann nods and lights a cigarette of his own. He drags a few lungfuls and sighs.

Krig: What would I give for some snus.

He looks at the cigarette and shrugs, taking another drag.

Krig: But I hear you. The mission is what matters, and the means are only to attain an end, justifying them. Just like in Kabul that one time when we were ordered to take out a Yankee convoy. Black ops shit and all that you know. We were told that if we failed, we’d be disowned and branded as renegades. That’s the kinda shit that really kills your trust in those who are supposedly looking after you. Just like Mr. Rhodes. I REALLY dislike being threatened you know. First he holds me back and then tells us that if we fail we’re as good as gone. Fucking hell, I’ve survived the ragheads, I’ve lived through US fire. No way in hell will I let some black bitch make a fool of me.

Throwing back another beer the Swede falls into thought, throwing a glance at Pooch.

Krig: Fake Flag Op Pooch. Ya know what I mean? If this goes to shit we can pull of a trick out of my former superiors playbook and go for a Fake Flag Op.

Nodding Pooch finishes his beer and leans forward, his voice more of a hiss than anything.

Pooch: “if we fail” soldier, did you come all this way, did you go through all those hells to worry about failure? Tell me something, when Abu Hassan Al Jihadi McBoom told you to go down and take out the crusaders..do you think him and his pals gave two shits what happens to a white boy like you if you guys fuck up? You think they worried if a couple of white devils will have a place in Allah’s master plan? Stick to facts. The employer always and forever looks out for their own ass first and foremost. If they wear a turban, a fancy uniform or a damn two color hairdo is irrelevant.

He cackled out a laughter.

Pooch: Fake flag OP, this is far from any operations we’ve been through before soldier boy. There are no goddamn playbooks for these kind of situations. Because if someone was stupid enough to write down plans for situations such as you are in now. They would not see the next sunrise. No. We make our play up as we go along. You’ve been in the desert, you know that everyone has a plan “if” a sandstorm hits..but when it actually does..who has the time to worry about what rules and guidelines say and who follows their instincts. When we were in the fucking bush with those black bastards you think I worried about the animals surrounding us? Think I thought back to old geography classes wondering just what a fucking lion, tiger, rhino or a any of the dozens and dozens of snakes could do? I didn’t have time to worry about that because I had about a dozen of man eating, white boy hating black sons of bitches watching my ass like a hawk, and those were the people I was supposed to “trust” my life with. At the end of the day Sven, you can have emotions about the operation going in..be angry, be bitter, be disappointed be whatever you have to be and after it’s done you can regret or not..but during the time you act. You do not need a plan, you don’t need a damn playbook. You trust the only thing that has kept you alive this far and the only fucking thing that won’t betray you..ever. That is your instincts.

The dobermann is quiet for a while as he digests Pooch’s advice before nodding.

Krig: That’s true. But you gotta have a backup plan Pooch. In war you can never account for all possibilities… My instinct tells me to cover my bases. Last time I didn’t do that, I got shot in the head and watched my whole squad get slaughtered. I’ve learned from my lessons. Once I go in, I will rely on my gut feeling on what to do. But if everything goes to shit, then it’s time for the backup. I will NOT be left for dead again.

There is a rare hint of anger in the usually stoic Swede’s voice.

Krig: The desert. The bush. It doesn’t make a difference where you’ve been, all that matters is that you’ve been through hell and back. And I ain’t goin back there Pooch. I will do ANYTHING to make sure I don’t need to go there again. If it requires killing someone… so be it. That’s the life I’ve learned, the path i’ve taken. I trust you, and nobody else in this world right now my friend. At Hardware Havoc I’ll be looking not at Vivi, Peek and Santiago… but at the ragheads who shot up my squad. At the hypocritical yankees who sold out my squad. I ain’t going to hell again. Never again.

A sharp sound cuts his speech up as he realizes he has squeezed a pint too hard and it shatters to the ground in a million pieces, causing a stream of blood to trickle from his palm.

Looking at the trickling blood, the shattered pint Pooch’s eyes got a twisted twinkle in them.

Pooch: Back to hell?..who says the hell didn’t come with you?

He let that thought sink in for a moment when the immigrant looking bartender shows up to clean the mess. Pooch put up two fingers, twice and the guy just nods. Heading back to his bar and returns with four drinks. Bottles this time.

Pooch: There you go again. My squad, my Squad...THEY ARE GONE SVEN. You can’t bring them back, got me? You can cry foul all you want, you can curse until you are blue in the face about how unfair the situation was, you can look up that fucker who sold you and the boys out if you think that helps but at the end of the day, bottom line and all that.. You are here. They are not. So will you spend your time worrying about those who knew the risks and paid for them or will you focus on doing what you did to get here and now? Surviving. Getting shot in the head changes a man they say. I’ve seen that happen to some. Others become stronger, others just crack and crumble because they cling on to what could have happened..you are at crossroads here my friend and depending on which direction you go.. There may not be much for you left to worry about anymore.

Realizing his words may have been somewhat harsh Pooch reaches over to punch Sven in the shoulder.

Pooch: Do the right choice and maybe you can finally forget about filling your lungs..

He looks around, reaches into his trench pocket and slides over a box of Ettan Snus. Krig looks at the box and cracks a rare smile as he grabs it and with enjoyment on his face slides a bag under his top lip. He lets out a sigh of content and leans back.

Krig: Pooch you son of a bitch, you never stop amazing me. Thank you.

Letting the nicotine soak through his gums for a moment before continuing, the dobermann is the image of peace for a passing second before he snaps back into reality.

Krig: But… You have a point. I am at a crossroads. You’re right, I can’t change the past. I can’t bring back those who are gone. But I CAN make sure I won’t be joining them. I might’ve brought my hell with me… but its high time I let others “enjoy” the misery of that place. Hardware Havoc my friend, is going to be my Winter War. Except this time I won’t be making any concessions. I will show that slimy rat that nobody can do the job better than I can. He can finally rest easy at the sight of Vivi’s broken, battered body… And we can finally enjoy the spoils of war. I know you have some plans for both Vivi and Becky… right partner?

Crushing his cigarette in the ashtray Pooch flashes a wide smirk reaching for a beer.

Pooch: Oh? Me? I don’t plan my dates. I go with the moment and there just is something enticing about a blind date, not by the usual term. They know who they will date but they never see what’s coming.
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Tirri

Hell and back (oncam)

We open to a montage of gory images and videos depicting war at its rawest. Gunfire, maimed bodies and screams of the dying fill the airways only to fade into the stoic visage of Sven Krig. The dobermann is dressed in his usual getup of camo pants and combat boots with a black tanktop. He stares at the camera and starts to talk in a quiet voice

“They say war is hell. They say that those who come back are the lucky ones. That those who go to hell and back can count their blessings that they still walk this earth.”

A sort of a sarcastic sneer rises to his lips as he continues, a slight accusing tobe slipping into his gravelly voice.

“Only those who’ve never been there can say that. Only those who’ve never killed or watched a friend die infront of their eyes can claim that it’s a blessing to still be here when so many are not.”

He shakes his head and falls quiet, his glare boring through the lense. As he speaks up again, you can sense a lot of pain and anger behind his facade.

“Only those who’ve been there and lived to tell the tale can know what it is like to wake up in the middle of the night in cold sweat, screaming in terror as faces of those who once fought alongside you flash past your eyes, smiling and laughing only to be turned into a bloody mess in a blink of an eye… those who died… they are the lucky ones “

Again he falls silent, his heavy breaths echoing from the bare walls of his locker room as he lets his words sink in, before continuing.

“You might be asking yourself how is any this relevant. And you’d be showing your ignorance in that. Our pasts shape us. Our experiences steer the flow of who and what we are. Yet those who cannot see below the surface will make statements like “He’s just a thug” or “That brainless brute” and so on. It is easy to judge when you have never in your life been challenged or truly had to fight for your life.”

The disdain is slowly seeping through his voice as he goes on.

“Vivian Baker. You have painted me as a monster. A beast only after blood. In your coddled naivete you cannot comprehend what can drive a man to acts that I have done. I cannot blame you for that because you've lived a life of comfort and safety. You are unfamiliar with cold hard facts of life, the truths that the modern civilized society attempts to hide and forget. You shun and fear men like me, men who are willing to go to any lengths, take any risks and use any means necessary to achieve our goals. Yet you conveniently forget that men like me and Pooch are the ones who protect your way of life. Men like me and Pooch are the foundation that modern society is built upon. From the killing fields of Poltava to the fields of Waterloo, to the grinders of Somme and the Massacre of Normandy all the way to the deserts of Afghanistan and Iraq, the modern society has been BUILT on the blood of men like me. I became what I am so you can live the life you’ve lived. And now at Hardware Havoc Vivi, I will teach you a lesson from the real world. Cinderella is a fairy tale for a reason “

There is no mistaking of the malicious intent behind his words.

“But this affair is not just between you and me Vivi. Just like in Ace of Spades, you need to worry about others as well. For me to fulfill my goal, you just need to lose so those two, Peek and Becky are allies, not enemies.”

“Becky, you aren’t that different from Vivi. A naive young girl too coddled and protected to understand how the real world works. Your interactions with Blackwell betray that intimately. In a way I can’t help but to pity you Becky, because sooner than later your entire world will be injected with a fatal dose of reality and you will end up broken and shattered when everything you knew to be real proves to be nothing but a beautiful lie. But that's not now. That is not my job. Your victory is my victory. Remember that “

After a short breath Krig sits down on a nearby bench and shakes his headm

“That leaves one man remaining. Lucas Peek. A man so delusional that hating him is the only thing in common with the BCW’s roster. Yet, everyone forgets that behind that facade is a man so sly and so resourceful and so tenacious that you can’t help but admire him. Someone like you Lucas is so easy to take lightly that your success thus far is not that big of a surprise. But that is a mistake I won’t do. Just remember Lucas… I am not your enemy. Fight Vivi. Fight Becky. But don’t fight me and you might walk out of Hardware Havoc as the Rock&Roll Champion.”

The end of his message approaching, the mercenary stands up to his full height.

“Hardware Havoc will be a reality check for many. Bodies will be broken, blood will be shed and in the end the victirs will stand tall. But for me… It will be just another mission. Just another day doing what must be done. I’ve gone to hell and back.. and now I will bring my hell to you with me. War never changes. And for me.. Det Finns Bara Krig.”

The image of his face lingers in the forefront until we fade to black.
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The scene opens with the Rock & Roll Champion, Vivi, sitting in her locker room, the championship belt over her shoulder.

Vivi: So here we are. BCW’s second special, Hardware Havoc. At the first special, Ace of Spades, I shocked the world when I broke my early losing streak to capture this championship. And since then... things have gone pretty well, if I’m honest. I’ve finally gained in confidence. I’ve built up quite the win streak. I’ve... you know what? Let’s just get this out the way. Let’s address the elephant in the room. A rather loud-mouthed elephant named Ricky Rhodes.

She shakes her head.

Vivi: You see, since the doors opened, I’ve had this nagging feeling that Rhodes has had it in for me. Hated me. Wanted me to fail. And all this way, my best friend Antarctica made out I was crazy. Paranoid. But as time has gone on, Rhodes has basically admitted that this is the case. He told Krig to take me out. This Saturday being his last chance. One small issue though? I’m not ready to lose. Especially to a heartless... for want of a better word... ASSHOLE like you Krig.

She frowns at the camera.

Vivi: Ignoring the fact you carry around a sex pest on a leash... the simple truth is, while you may be a cold-blooded mercenary... a wrestling star you are not. And for my money, you never will be. You’re big and tough, sure, but you’re also sluggish. You’re clumsy. And in my opinion, you’re both blind and stupid. Blinded by money and stupid to buy into Ricky’s BS. You have this obsession with ending me Krig, but tell me, what have I done to you? Freakin’ nothing. Sure, Rhodes wants you to end me, but that alone isn’t the reason for an obession like you have. No, as far as I can tell, the reason you’re as obsessed with ending me as your lapdog is with my ass, is pretty simple. You’re JEALOUS. You’re jealous that I’m the champion. You’re jealous that I’ve outfoxed you. And most of all, you’re JEALOUS that you’ve been put in your place, outwrestled and humiliated bu a GIRL from a small carribean island no-one’s ever heard of!

She grins widely.

Vivi: Face facts Krig, for all your tough guy act and bravado, when it comes to me... you’ve FAILED. Time after time. And Saturday, at Hardware Havoc? I intend to make you fail... AGAIN. Because frankly, we’ve danced this dance long enough. The odds are long for me, I get that. But I’ll be damned to hell if you walk out of here with my title. I fought for this strap... with honour, with respect, clawing my way to become one of the top people in this promotion, despite the owners wishes. I’m not ready to let that go. Not to you, not to Peek... not even to Becky. Because I didn’t come to BCW to be an also-ran, an afterthought, or a transitional champion. I came here to be a star. And the simple fact is... I earned my spot and I earned my title. And I will fight like a damn bat out of hell to keep it. Becks, I like you. I respect you. We cool. Lucas, you’re a veteran of the business, and while we may not see eye to eye, I recognize you’ve done a lot, and you are a real threat. And if I can grab a fall on either one of you, I’d be delighted. But my real goal? I wanna pin or submit Sven Krig in the middle of that ring. I want to stick the finger to both him & Ricky, and tell them... your plan FAILED. WHAT else ya got? My name is Vivi, and God willing, I shall walk out of Hardware Havoc how I walked in... YOUR... ROCK & ROLL... CHAMPION!

She raises the title as we fade to black.
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We just fade in as Lucas Peek, gets ready to speak on his chance to FINALLY proclaim himself as the Rock and Roll Championship.

Lucas: You know, throughout my whole career, I have never won a championship. No gold has been around the waist of the Sheik of Peek!!! But, at Hardware Havoc, I may finally get that chance as I face 3 no talented bitches who stand in my way to achieve greatness, as I will become the NEXT BCW Rock and Roll Championship!!!

Lucas pauses for a minute before speaking.

Lucas: Lets not talk about the participants, because that is what people expect you to talk about….I just want to talk about how this company is all about the bullshit and not about what is right. When the first ever Rock and Roll Champion was crowned, when did I get my shot at it? When?! Well, let me tell you that answer, I never got a shot. Why? Because it’s of you god damn fans who don’t give a shit about who busted their ass in this company…..I have proven time and time again that Lucas Peek deserves to be the Rock and Roll Champion….but now, I have to go through 3 people, just to get it….bullshit! This match should not happen….it should be a one on one match. I could not show up….but then again, it will just be another bullshit attempt by the people who run this company, to not give me what I deserve. So….

Another pause.

Lucas: I will do this match, and I will win this match. But, unlike your current champion, I will take pride in the Rock and Roll Championship….I will do what is right for this company, and I really don’t think that I need to say anymore about it. So, Vivi, Krig, and Santiago, be warned of this, for just this one night only…..the Sheik of Peek is taking a back seat, and tonight, you will be served by the “Real Deal” of Professional Wrestling, Lucas Fkn Peek!!!! And I will not take any prisoners….so just be aware of that. See you in that ring, bitches!!!!

Fade to black.
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Late 2015
L.A. California


The scent of freshly made pasta and garlic bread filled the car. Tonight was going to be great! Normally Wednesdays was Yoga night but Becky Benitez (formerly Santiago) found out her instructor had food poisoning so class was cancelled. Which was totally awesome! She was going to grab some take out, put on something cute and wait for her husband, Savio to get home from training. They hadn’t had a romantic night together in ages, his MMA training often keeping him out late and at random hours. But she knew how it was, this wasn’t a new thing after all. And he was always in a better mood when he got to train, which was good because Savio’s bad moods made Taz from Looney Toons look calm. But this was going to be amazing, just what they needed! He would be home in a few hours and she’d surprise him, so perfect. The car pulled up the driveway and Becky checked her reflection, and that’s when she noticed the lights were on.

Huh.

Savio must be doing his training in the home gym, it wasn’t unheard of after all. Probably with that guy who smelled like cigarettes, ew. Oh well, she’d still be able to make it work. After all this was worth it, so worth it. Ever since she left those backstabbing friends behind Savio was her entire world, quite literally at points. But that’s what you have to deal with when you move on, right? Checking her hair one more time and adjusting her sports bra for most cleavage, because c’mon, she slipped out from the car with takeout in hand. Skipping to the front door, balancing the takeout in one arm the former Octane girl unlocked the door and hopped on inside to hear...nothing.

Huh..

Shuffling in through the front door and kicking it shut, Becky looked around. Normally there was music playing or she could hear him laughing and going on with his friends when they trained at home, but she didn’t hear anything. Maybe he left the lights on? Savio’s gym bag was sitting under the coat rack, so he was home. Or should be. Becky put down her bag and made her way to the kitchen, putting down the takeout and looked around. This was odd, maybe he was in the gym. With a skip to her step Becky decided to go check, maybe she could surprise him and he’d be happy. That would be amazing. Down the stairs she trotted, sneakers making little to no sound on the steps. Not that it mattered, he wasn’t here either.

Huh....

It was then she heard footsteps upstairs. Duh the bedroom! He was probably running late and getting changed. Derp, how silly! Becky giggled to herself as she quietly made her way upstairs, surprising Savio was going to be the icing on the cake! Takeout, romantic dinner maybe in bed, something skimpy on for him to admire, it was gonna be the night they needed. Up to the main floor she looked around before sneaking upstairs towards the bedroom. It was now she could hear a thumping sound, oh dear...maybe he wasn’t in a good mood. Savio was known for his outbursts, they had to replace so many lamps and dishes last year they should’ve had a discount card or something. Well all the better she had dinner for him, Becky always knew how to calm him down (not really but she believed she did). Sneaking up and down the hall her feet made little sound, though that didn’t matter since he was making so much noise in there. With a devilish grin she wanted to record his surprise and catch that ever elusive smile of his on camera, so Becky pulled out her camera and set it to record video as she slowly opened the bedroom door.

...There is a feeling you get right before something bad happens, that weird sinking feeling when you think you’re about to fall. The feeling when your heart nearly bursts through your ribcage, you feel nauseous and adrenaline pumps through you. Yeah, that was what the plucky former cheerleader was experiencing right now as she watched her husband balls deep in some buxom blonde as he made out with another. Yep, not one but two blondes. Well that is until one girl saw Becky and let out a startled cry, breaking the kiss with Savio in shock. “You said she wouldn’t be home for hours!” Cried the girl, only to be shoved onto the bed by Savio.

“Shut the fuck up.” He growled, turning back to Becky and instantly trying to put on his charms. “Babe, it’s not what it looks like.” Yeah, for some reason he thought maybe that would work. Well that is until he saw the phone. Instantly the man went from charmer to hulk rage. Becky cried out as he charged at her, the cheerleader running into the hall again deftly dodging the lumbering MMA fighter’s tackle and causing him to ram into the wall. “GET BACK HERE YOU FUCKING WHORE!” Roared the much larger man as Becky went to run down the stairs, both blondes scrambling to grab their clothes. WIth a sudden scream she stopped, his hand gripping her hair. “Give me the fucking phone, Becks.” He snarled only for Becky to hold it just out of his reach.

“Let me go! I’m done, I’m done with you, I’m done with this house, I’m leaving! Let me go!” Shouted Becky. “I’m not going to d-”

THUD!!

Becky’s world was suddenly spinning as her head was slammed into the wall, almost forcing her legs to give out from under her. Though that paled in comparison to the feeling of his fist hitting her face. Again. And again. The taste of copper was instantaneous as blood ran from her busted lip and nose. But somehow she still had the sense to toss her phone down towards her gym bag and way out of his reach. Though that did nothing to help his temperament. Becky could barely see after a couple more shots, one eye puffy and closed. She didn’t even notice him shoving her, the world already spinning. The feeling of her body rolling down the stairs however, that she noticed. The pain, the pain was unimaginable. Becky tried to rise but a kick to her ribs rolled her over, forcing her to cough and wheeze, blood running from her lips. A hissing sound came from Becky as again she started to get up, Savio ignoring her completely at this point, grabbing her phone off the floor.

Bad idea.

If there was one thing she learned about being in a relationship with a fighter is you learn how to take advantage of openings, and a naked man bent over within arms reach. Well that’s a hell of an opening. Forcing herself up to her hands and knees she did the one things she could think of, reenacting the uppercut Savio used to take out his opponent last month, and aiming it to make mashed potatoes out of his boys. Savio screamed, much like the whores upstairs and fell in a heap. Becky, using a surge of blind adrenaline grabbed her phone and gym bag before kicking the man hard in the face and dumping the coat rack on him. Scrambling she managed to grab her car keys and ran out the door, slamming it on the face of Savio as he tried to crawl after her. She could hear him cussing her out as he tried to get to his feet, but Becky was faster. Getting back into her car as Savio opened the door she peeled out of the driveway and the tires screeched against the pavement as the naked douchebag tried to chase her.

Driving full speed blindly in the first direction she could think of Becky finally pulled to the side of the road, tears running down her cheeks and mixing with the blood. She had nobody, nobody would listen. Nobody would care. But still she acted on instinct, hands shaking as she dialed the only number she remembered. God let it still be her phone number.

It rang, and rang and...

“Hello?”

Becky burst into tears at the sound of the voice. “Kenz? Kenz...I ...please help..” She wept like she had never wept before.
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