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Reunion From Hell; Boss and BA RP
Topic Started: Jun 6 2009, 10:21 PM (153 Views)
Cage Stryker
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The One Man Legacy
(OOC: It's not the best in the world but I didn't want Matt and I to be marked as a no show. And since I'm not sure Matt'll be able to get on here in time I went ahead and threw us an RP up. Hope you all enjoy.)

Televisions across the world suddenly receive a strange yet nostalgic broadcast…

Monitors are dark for a moment as an older yet warming voice speaks.

“It’s that time once again folks! Part reality TV show, part talk show, part really-really f**ked up! Pull up a chair and prepare for what is labeled ‘The Greatest Hour on Television’ but usually ends up being twenty minutes long… It’s the ‘Who’s the f**kin Boss Show‘!!!”

“Ladies and Gentlemen” by Saliva, blares over what appears to be a large talk show-like set, as green, red, and gold lights run rampant across the stage. A massive desk rests to the right of the set with a large black leather chair sitting behind it, the back of the chair facing the cameras. It suddenly spins around to reveal a slim yet well built man in a black suit with shades…

Boss: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, or should I say ho’s and jerks?

The lights and music die.

Boss: It is I, your show host, who likes to boast, gets laid the most, and drinks Crystal when I toast… I am the f**kin’ Boss TJ Hix!

A live audience is heard clapping with approval.

Boss: I’d thank you, but you’re all beneath me. Ha! But I do thank Old man Geezer or Gayzer or whatever, for that introduction. But seriously, we got a great show for you tonight. We’ve got a guest superstar on tonight who just joined us here in EWF recently. So stick around folks, cuz’ the night’s just getting started.

The Boss stares from behind his dark shades in a solemn gaze for moment. His eyebrows suddenly raise with enthusiasm.

Boss: Aaaaaaaand we’re back! The first guest on my show is my a man who I go waaaaaaaaay back with. This cat grew up on the streets with me. We’ve been to many feds together, dominating them with a brilliance unseen before. With trials, hardships, fights, deaths and births; and hell, even some jail time and a trip to the nuthouse for me. He is my best friend and brother, ladies and gentlemen. I give you… The “Bad Ass” Matt Covey!

“Die MF Die” by Dope plays as the stage grows incandescent with colors again. And he appears from behind the curtain… Tall, medium length dark brown…almost black hair, the stubble ridden face, and the eyes of a man with nothing in the world left to fear. He approaches the guest coach with a beer in one hand, and the other extending for a handshake with TJ. The Boss and Bad Ass are soon seated, the Boss getting a hold of his coffee mug.

Boss: So Matt…

Bad Ass: Why so formal? We haven’t talked like that in years.

Boss: Alright… Bad Ass, what the hell have you been up to?

Bad Ass: You know exactly what the hell I’ve been up to… We talk like two times a week.

Boss: Right. Mmm-hmm. So how’s that workin out for you?

Bad Ass: Are you on something?

Boss: Maybe. I think the audience would like to know why you chose to get back into the wrestling biz after yet a second rehab trip., after you had left with so much already accomplished.

Bad Ass: You know, a lot of guys will come back to the business and say that their love for the sport, or the admiration of the fans is what drew them back in. That those are the reasons that keep them coming back.

Boss: Guys like the CzW’s Cage Stryker and Sawyer, right.

Bad Ass: Right. Bullshit. Some really large, stupendous, horrendously fat-ass check with more zero’s than the eye can see, is lovingly placed in their laps. No man in his right mind enters a sport like wrestling, taking bump after bump, crash after crash, chairs to the face, barbed wire to the f**king chest, back and forehead, plummeting from an arena rafter and so on… No man does all that in the process of making it to the top, becoming the best, and then respectfully retiring, only to come back for the appreciation of people he’ll never know a thing about, other than “They f**king like me”.

Boss: Summarize?

Bad Ass: Those other guys got back into wrestling for some monster size bank. But that’s not me, that’s not my style. To tell the truth, I’ve been getting real enraged lately…

Matt reaches into his leather jacket and pulls out a Marlboro Red cigarette. He lights it as the Boss responds.

Boss: This is a smoke free building.

Bad Ass: f**k you.

Boss: Eh, f**k you, buddy!

One of the show’s producers approaches the Boss’s desk…

Producer: Is he gonna put that out?

The Boss turns to Bad Ass.

Boss: You gonna put that out?

Bad Ass: No.

Turning back…

Boss: He says no.

Bad Ass: No, wait. I’ll put it out… On his face.

Boss: He says he’ll put it out on your face.

Bad Ass: When I’m done.

Boss: When he’s done.

Producer: But…

Boss: Enough! I’ll hear no more of this. You! Ugly stage producer-man, get off my cameras! You’re uglifying my show!

Bad Ass: Uglifying?

Boss: Uglifying. I’m the f**kin Boss, it doesn’t have to make sense. Now where were we? Oh yeah, you came back because?

Bad Ass: Because I’m pissed off! You see the latest issue of PWI? There’s a nice fat article on modern day legends aka wrestling has-beens. And who gets a nice, fat, f**king article dead center of that sumbitch, but ol’ Bad Ass. I may have left after a decade of death matches, Heaven and Hell matches, 7th Heaven matches, and one hell of a vicious brawl in the middle of an interstate highway full of traffic… But I’m no f**king has-been! I still have the same anger running through my blood! The same killer instinct to survive and be the last man standing, fighting to remain the victor!

Boss: So you’re fighting to prove some critics wrong?

Bad Ass: I’m fighting to prove that I still have it. Matches aren’t important to me… The ringing of the bell, the pin or submission, the referee, these things don’t matter. This fed is the only place I can do what I love legally.

Boss: Any dreams of gold?

Bad Ass: Gold? I’ve had gold before. It’s highly overrated. If I could beat a champion… Well, he could keep his little shining trinket to himself. I just want the knowledge of knowing I’m the best. That would make me top dog and that title would become nothing more than a second place trophy.

Boss: Interesting. But not as interesting as my top five list for the day!

Matt finishes his beer and tosses it aimlessly behind the guest couch.

Boss: Alright, tonight we’ve got the top five reasons my friend Bad Ass has been out of wrestling for so damn long! Here we go…

#5) He made a small fortune loaning his “Blow It Out Your Ass” slogan to several bean companies.

#4) He used his lyrical skills to give Ashlee Simpson singing lessons.

#3) He’s still whipped by ex-girlfriend Avril Lavigne, who didn’t like wrestling in the first place.

#2) He’s been on a three year vacation working/drinking/sleeping at the Jim Beam factory.

And the number one reason, Matt Covey has been out of wrestling for so damn long? His ass was probably sitting in jail!”

The audience laughs with the Boss, post cue of the “applause” sign.

Bad Ass: Very funny. I’m not saying it’s not true, but still funny.

Boss: I hear you have a surprise for our fans at home, Bad Ass. Mind letting us in on it?

Bad Ass: I can’t… Wait a minute.

Matt gets up from his seat with a near finished cigarette. The cameras follow him off the stage where he grabs up the stage producer. The frail man struggles, but is nonetheless burned to screaming as Matt puts his cigarette out in between the guys eyes. Screaming furiously, the stage producer runs off set, only to slip and fall on a misplaced empty beer can. He gets back to his feet and runs backstage, the audience laughing at him. Matt then returns to his seat on the guest couch.

Bad Ass: I can’t really go into detail, but as you already know Boss, we’ve got an inside man who may be coming…or may already be here. And if history’s shown us anything, it’s that there’s no stopping the three of us when we roll…

Boss: You wanna go ahead and say it? Cuz I’ll say it.

Bad Ass: No. He’ll pop up when it counts.

Boss: Oh…ok…

Bad Ass: Ass!

The audience cheers with approval, and then all certainties are realized in one short, brief statement…

Boss: The Whole Damn Show is back, bitches!

Bad Ass: Heh…not quite…moron

Boss: I got excited. Well I’ve got a surprise for you, Bad Ass. Over on stage two, we have my personal assistant, the Dancing Sumo, who is waiting to challenge you in a sumo challenge!

Matt and TJ walk around the stage set to stage two where a large 500lb sumo with shades and 80’s music style blaring headphones on. Matt steps into the center of a large sumo ring and steadies his fists.

Boss: Matt, you recently lost a six-pack match, your thoughts?

Bad Ass: Everybody pays their dues in the beginning. Even retired superstars. Let’s f**king do this!

Hix takes off his black suit jacket to reveal a referee shirt.

Boss: Alright, first one to fall out of the circle, loses. Contestants ready? Well, I don’t care if you’re ready or not really… Go!

The sumo outstretches his massive legs, one at a time. He then begins to slowly pace himself, moving forward. Matt however, merely stands with the back of his right foot, resting on the circle of elimination. Dancing Sumo is finally on top of Matt, as his right hand pushes forward, striking Matt’s chest. The push causes him to reel back, but he catches his balance. He tosses his bags to the side and cocks an eyebrow at the sumo before gritting his teeth and slamming his fist hard into the sumo’s stomach. A loud BAMF! Is heard as the blow connects, and then silence…

Boss: What?

Matt retracts his fist from the sumo’s gut and then sidesteps the giant man, walking across the ring as the sumo crumples and falls forward, out of the ring.

Boss: Bad Ass is the winner! Come here and… Bad Ass? Where you goin?

Matt walks out into the crowd and grabs up a steel chair.

Boss: What the hell are you doing? You won?

Bad Ass: Winning’s a gentleman’s way of saying “It’ Over”. It’s not over. I’m not done.

As a group of eight stage hands try and help the sumo up, one of them is suddenly struck in the temple by Matt’s fist. As the others jump back, Dancing Sumo catches his balance and turns… Only to have his face compact with the collision of the chair. He drops backwards and the studio shakes.

Bad Ass: Blow it out your ass, you fat son of a bitch! There, now we’re done.

Boss: Not quite yet. We still have something else to talk about…and that is the reunion of the decade…Boss and Bad Ass teaming again…

Bad Ass: Main Event even.

Boss: Psht…the FN Boss would accept no less…I’m not a no talent opener match. I’m The f**kIN BOSS TJ HIX!! Main Eventer is written all over me.

Bad Ass: You got another tattoo?

Boss: What…no…

Bad Ass: Then it’s not written all over you.

Boss cocks an eye

Boss: I thought you were Bad Ass…not Smart Ass…

Bad Ass: Eh, same difference.

Boss: Perhaps. Well, I’m sure everyone is wanting to hear my story…I’m sure everyone wants to know…why Boss why. Why did I constantly attack The Saint Eddie Rowan? The answer is actually quite simple. Wrong place wrong time Eddie boy. Bad Ass and I formed the Whole Damn Show nearly 12 years ago. We’ve had all kinds join it…but in the end…only two ever remain. Boss and Bad Ass.

Bad Ass: Damn man, you make us sound old.

Boss: The thing is…most WDS members are hand picked by myself and Bad Ass…and I must say…in my absence, he did a wonderful job of taking over the leadership reigns. He destroyed several strong factions in the CZW…because Bad Ass offered better. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to lace up my boots again or not…but then WDS was reincarnated yet again. I watched from my cozy little office upstairs. I watched the Show rise…then I watched it fall. I watched the jokes of CZW destroy my prodigal child right before my eyes. So I confronted Bad Ass about it…I asked him why he turned the Show into a bunch of pansy waist bed wetters. Why was he killing something so golden…”

Bad Ass: And after I punched him in the face and got his attention…I explained why. I told him it was a plot the entire time to ruin all that tried to stop Jesse Montana and his empire. I convinced him that it was only right to properly shelf the Whole Damn Show. It had run its course…and it was time to do something different. He obviously wasn’t too happy about it…cause truth of the matter is…Hix just can’t let the past die.

Boss: Hey, I’m standing right here.

Bad Ass: Shut up Hix. I’ve seen your attic recently…those belts are beginning to rust. It’s time for us to start fresh. Anyway, after a bit of convincing, I finally managed to get Hix in on it.

Boss: Thus the Devil was born again. It started with Cage. The man Jesse had been trying to slow down since day one. But that stubborn asshole just wouldn’t give in to the mind games. So in turn, I changed my focus to something much more gratifying that I should have thought of in the first place…the complete…and utter annihilation of WDS. I was tired of watching you bastards drag that name through the mud…so I plotted my attack. It started with Alan and Eddie’s Tag match. Then from there…it was never anything personal to Eddie…I plotted against Maynard and Alan too. Unfortunately by the time I was going to strike Fiscus…he left…his big buddy turned on him…his best friend…hah…you were only a fill in until our plan could fully build into fruition. Yeah Alan…you heard me right…Matt was only using you…to get inside your head for Jesse…so Jesse could destroy you from the inside out. Nasty and McNally were also targeted…but perhaps they could feel the bad omens…so they too left. That left only you and Maynard, Eddie…then you crossed the line. You put the Bad Ass out.

Bad Ass: So I contacted Hix that night from the hospital and told him about the damned rehab bullshit. I also told him what was going on. I needed an inside man to continue where I had left off. The Show hadn’t fully felt the wrath of the Bad Ass…thus the Devil gained a face and the destruction of the Show began. Hix wasn’t to reveal himself till my return was imminent. Hix was to pick you all apart little by little…and then I would return and take you out Eddie.

Boss: Heh, so I did. Maynard was next…but Marsham got hold of him that night before I had a chance too. As for Upper Class…I done that as a favor. I also done that to show all of CzW exactly what I was capable of. Meade and Fairbanks aren’t the first…nor will they be the last careers I have destroyed. My brains…and BA bronze combined equal a lethal weapon. We’ve taken what we’ve wanted for years…and crushed those who opposed us under our boots. So here it is, Overdrive I get a semi early debut in CZW against the team of Eddie and Ace…heh, you all already know what I am capable of. This time however…it’s legal. So like I said, nothin personal…but I guess I’m going to have to do it again…and this time you really get to stare the Devil in the eyes.

Bad Ass: Talk about strange bed fellows. XTC and WDS…teaming together…Ace King ole buddy ole pal. I guess we step into the ring again to face off. It’s ok though…it’s still not over between us Ace…I stripped that little c**t of yours right out from under you…and made you mentally unstable. Good, I like that. It lets me know I have you exactly where I want you. Eddie is just a bonus. You may have won at Pandemonium…but I still won in the end. And CzW’s worst Nightmare was reformed. What a f**kin match up we have.

Boss: And that’s all the time we have for today folks. It looks like we had some fun.

Bad Ass: I f**ked up some shit.

Boss: And Sumo is getting an early paid vacation this year. Now where the hell is my Emmy?

Bad Ass: Where the hell is the beer?

Boss: I think that stage producer guy has’em. You may have to beat him before he talks though.

Bad Ass: Not a problem. That bitch’ll crack like glass under my fist.

Boss: We’ll teach his grandmother to suck eggs!

The show fades to black.
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Matt man, if you do get on, feel free to edit and post or addon however you like. I just wanted us to get something up.
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