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| The Definition of a Legend; MitB RP OMG BBQ PDQ! | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 20 2012, 09:00 PM (137 Views) | |
| bignasty | Dec 20 2012, 09:00 PM Post #1 |
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**The scene opens up in a dark room. The only item in focus is a single wooden bench. On that bench, Big Nasty is sitting in the center. He has his head down with a white hand towel draped around his neck. His hair is wet and his face is covered in sweat. He has a red sleeveless shirt and black shorts on.** Big Nasty: "Legend. Legacy. What does this have to do with anything. Why did I used to call myself the Living Legend? I mean, I was a 20 something young wrestler. What had I proved? Why would I call myself a legend if I truly hadn't done anything to earn that moniker? I mean yeah, sure, I won a title or two. I beat some good dudes, but how could I really call myself a legend?" **Big Nasty looks over to his left, and grabs a book that is sitting next to him. He begins to thumb through the pages.** Big Nasty: "Webster's Dictionary defines a legend in numerous ways. For one, it defines a legend as a table on a map, chart, or the like, listing and explaining the symbols used. Well shit, I'm sure as hell not a map! So what else does the dictionary have to say about this legend stuff?" "The dictionary also defines a legend as an inscription, especially on a coat of arms, on a monument, under a picture, or the like. Dammit, I'm not an inscription. What in the hell was I thinking? I still don't think I've found what I'm looking for." **Big Nasty looks back down at the dictionary, and studies it for some time until he finds what he's looking for. He looks back up at the camera.** Big Nasty: "FINALLY! I think this is the description I was looking for. A legend is the body of stories , especially as they relate to a particular people, group, or clan. So I ask myself; how does this relate to me? How can I call myself a legend when I make my return, and nobody could care less. My reputation didn't precede me. I don't even sense the fear from my opponents and enemies like I used to. What kind of legend is that? I've had one helluva career. I've won the Intercontinental Championship, and I did it as a new comer. I surprised the wrestling world when I beat Mack right in the middle of the ring. Hell, I even held the record for longest Intercontinental Title reign in the history of the cZw." "But just like bones, records were meant to be broken. I even won the Tag Team Titles, with my good friend Derek Damage. But that was a short lived reign. Derek was getting too old, and I couldn't carry him more than I did. I guess a true legend would have taken the team on his back, and just dominated. I mean, if Matt Covey could hold the titles by himself, why couldn't I take Nasty Damage, and run? I had help! What kind of legend is that!?" **Big Nasty slams his fists on the bench in frustration. He takes a moment to gather himself, as he brushes his hair out of his face.** BN: "So I was young and caught up in the hooplah of being a champion. That's great, so what do I do with my next opportunity? I win the Money in the Bank. I have the opportunity of a lifetime. I could be the next World Champion. I could hold my first World Title in my career. So what do I do? I f*cking spend it on the Intercontinental Championship. And what do I do with that!? I PISS THE GODDAMN THING AWAY! I didn't even bring home the IC Title for a second time. WHAT AN IDIOT!!! What kind of a legend does something as dumb as that. No legend. A true legend would have taken his opportunity, and cashed it in. He would have walked out the door as the Champion, and not some crappy Intercontinental Champion, but a World Champion. The name Big Nasty deserves to be in lights, and I've done nothing but piss away any opportunity I've had." **Big Nasty's face is bright red. He's breathing at a much more rapid pace. You can almost feel the heat of his rage through the monitor.** BN: "I look at the things I've done in the past, and I can only say that I've disappointed. As a young pup, back in the Indy Fed days, I was a true legend. I'd won any and every title you could think of. I mean look at me. I'm a specimen...a South Beach Specimen to be exact. I'm 6'11" and 295 pounds of pure hell. And I can't seem to get a hold of anything in the cZw. I guess that's part of the reason I came back. Not because I have anything to prove, but because I haven't proven ANYTHING!" **Big Nasty stands up and stretches his back. He begins pacing in front of the bench, shadow boxing the air as he walks back and forth.** BN: "There is always a positive to every story. A proverbial light at the end of the tunnel if you will. I had my warm up against the Penoy Boy. The little man showed a lot of promise, but lets just say the ring rust is gone. And it couldn't have come at a better time. Now that I'm up for Money in the Bank, I have to worry about five other bros. Some I know, some I have some history with, and some that are just there. I have the opportunity to do something nobody in the history of the cZw has done. I have the opportunity to be the first two time Money in the Bank winner. But this time, it's going to be different. This time I'm not going to piss anything away. The beauty of it is that I'm a smarter man than I was when I was younger. I have a mission, and it just happens to coincide with a possible World Title Shot. But before I put the cart ahead of the horse, lets focus on the 5 dudes right at my front door." **Big Nasty reaches down and opens a fake door with his hand.** BN: "Oh, hello there Mr. Newsome, how are you doing today? Josh the Mountain Man. My man, I really don't know much about you. I may have met you in the ring in a previous life, but man, I just don't remember. That's sad if it's true. I know you've been around. I've heard your name, but I can't say that I've really remember anything significant about you in my previous life. Respect must be paid though, because on any given Sunday, or whatever day the Pay Per View falls on, anything could happen. You're a big burly f*cker. Real thick like. My man, I'm hoping you know what you've gotten yourself into, because this ring is so full it's about to explode! I mean, my ego combined with Covey's really is the enough to fill an entire stadium. Just don't be star struck when you get in the ring with us. Good luck brah. That's about all I can say." **Big Nasty motions for invisible josh to enter the room, then his face looks lit up with surprise.** BN: "Oh! What do we have here? Another guest? A psycho, some might say. Sam Attic. You know, that's real cute by the way. You know, how you did that little thing with your name. Make Somatic into Sam Attic, just wow...bravo my friend. Or is it Sematic? I don't really follow what you're doing here my man. You see, I've been doing some learning here." **Big Nasty points to the dictionary sitting on the bench.** BN: "That learning has led me to some definitions. Sematic is an adjective that describes a sign or warning of danger, as the conspicuous colors or markings of certain poisonous animals. Well, you don't look like a dart frog to me, so that can't be it. What about Somatic? Well, that one is an adjective as well, meaning of the body; bodily; physical. That doesn't check either. I'm confused as to the angle you're trying to take here man. Regardless of whatever asinine name you make for yourself, the results will still be the same. I can assure you it won't involve you holding a case at the end of the match. But I may let you touch it, if you're real nice. No wait! That didn't sound right! Shit! Re-do. I'll let you be in the presence of greatness after I get off the ladder with the case in my hands. Yeah, that sounds a helluva lot better. Welcome to the party man, enjoy your stay!" **Nasty motions the invisible Attic into the room, then looks around for any other "party goers."** BN: "I see we have our first couple of the party. Crypt and Mr. Ward, welcome. Daniel, I saw your cute little promo you cut. You were trying to not be cliche, yet in your attempt to not be cliche, you succeeded in being cliche. The one thing that bugs me, is you go out of your way to mention each and every competitor in the Money in the Bank match. Well every competitor minus yours truly." **Big Nasty starts to look offended.** BN: "Do we have a problem brah? I mean, I feel slighted. I feel as if you don't respect me. What's the issue? I honestly don't know how to take that man. How could you forget about somebody like me. I'm the biggest dude in the match, and I'm the only one who has actually won this type of match? I'm just saying man, it's not right! If it was that time of the month, and my man-gina was a little green, I might have hurt feelings. I might even file a hurt feelings report. But it's cool man, amateur mistake. Just remember, amateur hour won't get you very far in a match with Matt Covey, let alone a match with Big Nasty and Matt Covey. (laughing)Good luck dude, you're going to need it, that's for sure!" "Crypt, I can honestly say I have no clue who you are. Maybe it's because I'm getting older. Maybe it's because I haven't been around for a couple of years. Hell, it might just be because I could really care less about who you are. I'd like to say it's the latter of the choices, so we'll just go with that. My suggestion to you is to just do what you do best, and blend into the shadows. Maybe I won't notice you in the match, and I won't have to hurt you. Good doggy...sit, stay!" "Finally, my brother in arms. A once close ally, and good friend, Matthew Covey." **Nasty turns around to walk over to the bench, when light floods the room. A shadow fills the center of the light, as the camera pans in the direction of the door. Big Nasty shields his eyes from the harsh light, as he tries to struggle to see who has interrupted his promo.** BN: "Who in the....?" Ed Covey: Nasteeee! I have a s'prise for you! Come, come now!" **"Special" Ed Covey emerges from the light, moving in almost a blissful skip toward Big Nasty. He grabs Nasty, and starts to drag him to the door.** EC: "C'mon! Times runnin out! Lets go!" **Big Nasty looks up at Covey, slightly perturbed, but follows reluctantly.** BN: "Ed, this better be good, I'm in the middle of a promo!" **Covey looks back over his shoulder gleefully with a crooked smile on his face.** EC: "Don't worry, El Pablo has it all figured out!" BN: "Wait, what would Pabs want with me? Covey, this better not be a trap!" **Covey jogs further ahead of Nasty, and disappears into a room. Big Nasty cautiously walks to the door. The lights are off in the room. Nasty hesitates for a moment.** BN: "Against my better judgement I'm following Ed Covey into a darkened room. What am I high!?" **Nasty reaches out into the dark room searching for a light switch. He finally finds it, and the room fills with light to show an almost game show themed set. El Pablo is standing inside the door, wearing a lime green 80's style tuxedo with lime green trim. He has a long skinny type microphone in his hand, and he looks really excited!** El Pablo: "BEENZ! THIS IS YOUR LIFE!!!!!!" **A cheesy 70's game show type music starts playing in the background, as the lights in the room dim, and strobes start going off. Big Nasty hesitantly steps into the room. His face shows an expression of utter terror.** EP: "BIG NUTZ it's good to see you! Come on in and take a seat at the seat of honor." **Ed grabs Big Nasty and drags him to a large orange plush chair, as pictures start to flash on the screen.** EP: Big Nasty, you've had such a wondrous life and career, I wanted to show you the great things you've accomplished! We've found some friends of yours who want to show you the gratitude you deserve! Are you ready to begin.........too bad! Here we go!" **Ed Covey runs onto the screen wearing matching suits with EP. He looks out of breath, but interjects anyway.** EC: "Yeah, here we go...go go go, we're going now!" **Big Nasty does a literal face palm, and sighs as he awaits the first voice to come over the PA system.** Mystery Person 1: "Big Nasty, you -bleep- asshole. You broke my -bleep- pinky and ended -bleep bleep bleep- my career. Twin Towers my -bleep- ass, you conceited -bleep- asshole! You ruined -bleep- my life, I don't -bleep- even know why I -bleep- agreed to come on this -bleep- stupid -bleep- show." **The camera pans back to EP who has a huge cheezy grin on his face.** EP: "BEENZ...language aside, lets name that person!" **Big Nasty shakes his head. He looks pretty pissed off.** BN: "As if I couldn't tell by the...colorful language. It's Nick Vitale, the jackass that blames his shitty career ending because he broke his pinky. How is this even funny Pabs? I really don't want to see this asshole, I've got bigger things to worry about, and I still haven't even finished my promo." **Ed disappears off the screen before EP starts to speak.** EP: "That would be correct. He was your first tag team partner when you got to the cZw, you two made the perfect obscene tag team duo the cZw has ever seen. The tallest ever as well! So many cuss words have not befallen a promo since." BN: "That was defiantly a lull in my career. Why would you remind me of that. And don't even pin all of that cussing on me. It was all Vitale all the time. I don't think that guy had a filter! You better not bring him out here, or I'll break the rest of his fingers and wish he never crossed paths with me again!" **Big Nasty looks to where Covey had disappeared to. He sees Ed pop out from behind a curtain with a look of pure joy on his face, as he skips out. A hand appears through the curtain, wrapped with a cast around the pinky. EP looks over to Covey and makes a cut-throat motion to Covey. Ed's face becomes sour, as he pushes the person back behind the curtain. Covey grabs a nearby podium, and sticks it in front of the curtain, then jogs up to EP.** EC: "Don't worry El Pablo, Covey can't get out of the back, I put something in front of the curtain." **As he says that, Vitale sticks his head out of the curtain. Big Nasty looks over toward Vitale, who finds himself disappearing with a quickness.** EP: "Ooooookay. Lets go ahead and move on then. You'll never guess the next two we have for you. Between the two of them, they have held the Intercontinental Championship as well as the World Championship. They run a very successful film studio together now. You once helped to promote and sell their product on a very famous Nasty Shopping Network. Can you guess who they are!?" **Nasty just sits there in his chair with a look of disbelief. He shakes his head slowly, as he looks at Pablo.** BN: "You've gotta be shitting me. Pabs, why would you do this to me? I really don't care to see Mack or Jesse. In fact, I don't even like Jesse. I made a promo making fun of them. There is no way they are really, or even still making these videos. What are you thinking!?" **EP looks flabbergasted by the audacity of Big Nasty. Although he is upset, he puts his big boy pants on, and shows his famous game show host face before motioning to the curtained area. The camera pans over to the curtains, as we see Jesse Montana and Mack Beaudin walk into view. Jesse is carrying a blu-ray box set with him. He walks up to Big Nasty, and hands him the item. Big Nasty looks down at the container, and just begins to laugh.** BN: (through fits of laughter)"You're kidding right!? Get it Up-Starts the complete series!?" Mack Beaudin: "Stop it, we take our work very seriously! You can be such a meanie." BN: "Mack....Mack, you're joking right? This has to be a joke. I mean, you were once a proud champion, and now this!? Seriously, Pabs, this is a joke right?" **Mack becomes visibly upset. He takes the box set away from Big Nasty and storms off out of the screen. Jesse walks up close to Big Nasty, and bends down real close to Nasty's ear.** Jesse Montana: "I hope you're happy. We came here for you, and now you ruined it!" **Big Nasty just begins laughing in the face of Montana. He stands up, and storms out of the room right behind Mack. EP looks upset at the fact that Big Nasty isn't taking this seriously, and now he has driven off three of the guests.** EP: "BEENZ, I'm disappointed in you. Ed and I worked very hard to put this together for you. To remind you where you've been in your career. We wanted to welcome you back to the cZw, and you just poo-poo all over our hard work. I hope you're happy!" BN: "Pabs, you're joking right!? Dude, this can't be a real thing, I mean, you're just messing with me. Don't go full retard on me man....you never go full retard!" **EP eyes over to Covey who is sitting in the corner playing with the box that Mack took from Nasty.** EP: "Really Nasty, retard! You're going there. I had a lifetime supply of Skittles I was going to give to you at the end of this. Nope, I'm not using my connections for somebody as ungrateful as you! Not this flamboyant squirrel. Not ever again!" BN: "Pabs, seriously, this is a joke right? I'm being had, and Ashton Kutcher is going to douche his way out of hiding? I've got a lot more important things to take care of here. I'm still in the middle of a promo my man! You really have to let the grownups work. I think you've been hanging around Ed too much, he's starting to rub off on you my man." **El Pablo tries to search for the words, but can't seem to find them. He looks over at Ed, and walks out of the room, grabbing Ed on the way out. Big Nasty waits for them to exit the room. He then relaxes in his chair.** BN: "Apparently douchebaggery and asshattery are abound today. Did those two jokers really think it was a good idea to bring out people that I despise the most in my career? Speaking of douchebaggery, I've almost forgotten to talk about the douchiest of them all. Matthew P. Covey, the man, the myth, the asshole. Matt, you and I have a lot of history together. We have fought together, we have fought against each other. We have had our ups and downs, I've beaten you, and you've beaten me. I want to say there is a bit of mutual respect between us, but then I remember it's you, and the only person you can feasibly care about or respect is yourself." "I could call you my brother in arms, but I also know that you are my chief competitor in this match. You of all the opponents I will face, will give me the most trouble. Hell, one could say you've even been on a roll. The problem is, you're not you of late. I want to know what happened to the Matt F'n Covey we all know and loved? The one who just didn't have a single fuck to give about anything. The one that was just in the business of kicking ass, then kicking even more ass. Bro, what happened? Where did it all go wrong for you? I mean, actually caring about titles, and winning matches, thats an ugly look on you man. It's not something that flatters your complexion. I have to ask...why?" **Nasty sighs, and rubs his temples before going on.** BN: Matt, you were a man that I respected. You were a man that others feared. The just don't give a fuck attitude scared just about anybody that stepped in your way. When people said Bad Ass Matt Covey, they meant you were a true bad ass. Now, you're a gold mongering whore! You lost your values...might I say, you even sold out! You've cleaned up. You're just not you! I don't like it....I don't like it one bit. It's sad to say, but I think I'm going to have to beat some sense in to you my man. I'm going to have to show you the error of your ways. Everybody expects Big Nasty to want to go for titles, because that's the drive that I have. But hearing Matt Covey actually talking about wanting to hold a title, and actually caring about winning a match, and not really caring about the damage he's done to said opponent is just a sad thing to realize. It is truly a sad day in the cZw, a very sad and dark day indeed." **Big Nasty pauses for a moment, as he begins to stand up.** BN: Covey...not just Covey, but all of my opponents, it's the Christmas season. Being that it is the season of giving, I'm going to give you all the gift that only Big Nasty can bring. I'm going to give you a winning attitude, and a role model you can all look up to. Not only will I do this for you, but I will also help bring the old Matt Covey back. You know, the Matt Covey that truly is a bad ass, and the one who just doesn't care. I'm going to unleash the old Matt Covey upon the cZw. Hopefully I'll knock some sense in him, and get him to leave the side of that sleaze ball Ryan Shane. Matty Ice, you used to stand for something. It may have been nothing, but it was a helluva lot more than what you stand for now. I don't like what I see out of you, and I don't like the man that you have become." **Nasty walks toward the studio that was put together for his "Where are They Now" rendition, and begins to tap on the backdrop.** BN: "I've worked hard to get this company to where it is. Not just me, but everybody in that locker room, and a group of idiots formed and wants to take down what many have fought to build. Derek Damage has laid the foundation, and put tons of blood sweat and tears into this company, and I've spilled my own blood and the blood of many of my brothers in the back to help make the cZw a premier wrestling federation. The demise of Ryan's ill conceived plan begins now. It begins with a Big Nasty hand raised in victory witha Money in the Bank case tucked under my arm. And it ends in the destruction of Ryan Shane, and any of his cohorts. It starts with bringing "Bad Ass" Matt Covey back from the dead, and bringing him back to where he truly belongs. Ryan, you can be assured that I will tear down your cute little group you put together one by one. Whether it's by making them see the error of their ways, or beating some true sense into them, it will happen. It begins with me, and ends with you out of the cZw for good." **Big Nasty looks up into the lights, and a smile begins to spread across his face.** BN: "Just think of it. Mr. Money in the Bank times 2, Big Nasty...Soon to be World Champion Big Nasty. I can feel it, it feels good. The Living Legend may still make a return to the cZw. It starts tonight...one match at a time. You've been warned." **Big Nasty walks toward the exit of the room as the scene fades to black.** |
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