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The Aftermath; Boulder v. Nasty
Topic Started: Feb 15 2013, 07:06 PM (115 Views)
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--A Look into the rage that occurred last Overdrive.--

**The scene opens in black and white. We see two men standing in the ring, facing each other. Obvious animosity is in the air. These two men hate each other, for reasons possibly unknown. Boulder is standing face to chest with Big Nasty. Something is brewing in the air. Things are unstable in the atmosphere.**

Boulder: "Nasty As long as I'm here! Trust me you're not going to have a career. You might as well pack it up and retire because I'm not going to stop."

**Boulder then Looks at the crowd and then back at Nasty. Nasty just stares back at him and then walks right to Boulder face. Clearly, Nasty has heard what Boulder has to say, and he is unhappy. The tension rises even higher. The crowd can feel it, and they have become eerily silent as Big Nasty begins to speak again.**

Big Nasty: "Boulder, you piece of shit. You haven't done anything to prove yourself. You've just proven you're about as good as Mack Beaudin...completely worthless. You want to talk about me trying to be Mack...Mack WANTS so badly to be Big Nasty. I beat the man for the IC Title...I held it longer than he did. I've done things in this business his old decrepit ass would never even think of doing. And I have a personal message for you to take to Mack. Tell him..."

**Big Nasty gets really close to Mack, and whispers with a growl, his face full of hatred. His eyes piercingly intense. He has the focus of a man possessed.**

Big Nasty: "He's NEXT!"

**As Boulder looks at Nasty after what he said, Nasty just smiles at Boulder and then Boulder Attacks. He hits Nasty with lefts and rights. Nasty is just taking each shot and then leans against the ropes. Boulder then grabs Nasty and tries to whip him into the ring ropes, Nasty then reverses it and when Boulder hits the rope and comes back he is hit with a Big Boot to the face. Boulder is now laying down on the mat as Nasty then gets his bearings back and then picks Boulder up and hits him with the "South Beach Slam." Boulder is laying down on the mat and isnt moving much. Nasty then looks at him and then back into the crowd. Nasty slides right out of the ring and looks underneath the ring and grabs a table and slides it in. Nasty then slides back into the ring and then grabs the table and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Nasty grabs Boulder and stands him up and looks right into his face and then kicks him in the Midsection. Boulder doubles over Nasty then grabs him and lifts him up and hits him with the "Nasty Bomb" right on the table! Boulder isnt moving but just little twitches as "The Bleeding" by Five Finger Death Punch starts to play Nasty just looks at Boulder. Big Nasty spits on boulder with pure hatred. He then brushes his hair out of his face, and lifts a hand in the air as the fans explode! Big Nasty steps out of the ring, and is joined back up the ramp with Kandi Washington as refs and medics come running into the ring as Nasty just smiles and walks out of view laughing as he goes to the back.**

--The aftermath--

**Boulder is unconscious in the ring, but manages to gather himself enough to win a match and try and disrupt Big Nasty once again. He feels like he is showing strength. He feels like resolve is showing on his face. What he doesn't see is that he is a wounded animal. He carries a chair because he feels it makes him look tough. He thinks he's showing Big Nasty and the world that he is a tough guy. His face shows hate, but it can't hide the pain that he is truly feeling on the inside. His outside may show that he is strong, but inside, his bones are bruised, his organs are disheveled, he is bleeding. His eyes show what his face won't, and as the camera pans back, we see Big Nasty studying Boulder intensely. Boulder enters the ring, oblivious to the pleading referee. He grabs a mic to show his fake bravado.**

Boulder: "Nasty!!! You put me through the Table!! Nasty you spit on ME!!!! Nasty, now all bets are off!!! You think what you did to me is going to make me stop? OH HELL NO!! Nasty you just started something. And trust me, I'm going to finish it!”

**Big Nasty leans back in his chair. He brings his hands up to his head, and a smile creeps across his face.**

BN: "That's right Boulder, keep pushing through. Show everybody the bad ass that you truly are. But just realize this....I see right through you. Boulder, I'm your nightmare. I'm a man you don't want to mess with. I'm a man that you should fear. Mack has you looking to the future with pride, with hope...with belief. What he hasn't told you is I am the bringer of pain. I destroy futures. I CRUSH DREAMS!"

**Big Nasty's hatred for either Mack or Boulder shows right through as he growls this previous statement. Big Nasty's attention is diverted to the screen where we see Boulder leaving the ring with the chair in his hand.**

BN: "Cool buddy, just leave a sanctioned match to come and find me. I'm not hiding my man, and I'm not scared. I'm right here. My guess is that you won't come find me now. You won't come find me because you don't have the courage. You don't have the tenacity. I know exactly what you will do my friend. You're going to wait until I'm busy, focusing on my match, then you'll come out on your high horse. I know you too well."

**Big Nasty turns off the TV as Cameron Matthews' hand is raised in victory. The look on his face is one of disgust. Big Nasty stands up from his chair, and walks toward a bench with his wrestling attire on it. He picks up his pants and begins to put them on.**

BN: "You see Boulder, the difference between you and I as that I have the right kind of focus. I'm not going to let my hatred for you disrupt the task I have at hand. I would NEVER walk out of a match that I had, because I wanted to beat a guy up so bad. I wouldn't let that tarnish my sterling record, because I'm a man of pride. I'm a man of character, and when I sign a contract, I fulfill that contract."

**Big Nasty grabs a boot, and begins to put it on as he shakes his head. The visible disgust showing across his face.**

BN: "Boulder, Big Nasty, New York. Your home. How does it feel to know that you're going to be embarrassed in your home town. How does it feel to know that your family and friends are going to watch as I pick you apart limb from limb. What is your mother going to say? How will your dad react?"

**The camera switches, showing a view from outside, in what looks to be a park. There are people playing ultimate frisbee in the background, people walking dogs through the grass. The camera pans over to show a couple sitting on a bench. As the camera focuses in on the couple, we see that Big Nasty is sitting there dressed as a woman. He has very thin grey hair, wearing a black moo-moo and an obvious fat suit. To his right, sits Big Nasty again, somehow. He is wearing a fat suit as well, with coveralls and a bald head with a really crappy comb over.**

Boulder's Mom: (In a very crappy New York/Bostonian/something else accent)"Ooooooh, mah son Bould-ah is a gonn-ah be in a match against Big Nast-ah. I love mah son, but Big Nast-ah is definantly mah favorit-ah wrassler!"

**Boulder's Dad, Big Nasty looks over at Boulder's Mom, Big Nasty."

Boulder's Dad: (In a very crappy New York/Bostonian/something else accent)"Daahhhr, Mah-gret ya gott-ah go fah our son. He's ah, gonn-ah be wrasslin Big Nast-ah. He needs tha supp-aht."

Mah-gret: "But ah, Nast-ah is mah favorite wrassler. Mah shirt even says it-ah!"

**Mah-gret pulls a shirt from out of her pants, that has a picture of Big Nasty on it that says "....And Still Your Mom's Favorite Wrestler."**

Mah-gret: "It's thah shurt I'll be wearin to support mah son!"

Boulder's Dad: "Mah-gret! That won't-ah be supportin oouur-ah son! Ya can't wear-ah thaat!"

Mah-gret: "Ooooh Bob-ah. Yah don't know nuttin! Big Nast-ah is numbah one and my son is numbah two! I know tha priorities! I-ah gotta do what thah shart tells mah to!"

Bob-ah: "But Maaaah-gret! He's our-ah son! Yah can't-ah root fahr our-ah sahns oppahnent! Daahhhr!"

**As the scene continues, the scene fades back to a Big Nasty who is now fully dressed in his wrestling attire.**

BN: "Ok, that was really not the best thing. What in the hell was I thinking? Giving Boulder's mom my t-shirt? And why does she keep it next to her cooch. Boulder, you've got some weird parents dude."

**There is a knock on the door. The door opens to show El Pablo.**

El Pablo: "BeeNz, it's time to go, we gotta take out Ace and Matt."

BN: "Right, lets do it Pabs. BIG FIVE!"

**Nasty raises his hand in the air. Pabs does a running jumping backflip, and high fives Big Nasty in return. He performs as 5 star landing and looks back to his friend.**

EP: "NUTZ FIVE! Let's do this!"

**The scene fades out as Big Nasty and Pabs leave Big Nasty's dressing room.**

--The Attack--

**As Big Nasty and Boulder spill over the guard rail and into the crowd, fans begin to swarm around them. Boulder and Nasty trade lefts and rights. Big Nasty is clearly focusing on the mid-section and back of Boulder. He has a plan in mind and seems to be carrying it out with expertise and precision. However, Boulder is still getting in his shots. They trade attacks back and forth, with none really getting the upper hand.

The two men continue to brawl into the back dressing room. Boulder hits Nasty with an atomic drop, and Nasty falls to the ground. Boulder staggers to his feet, still feeling the effects of his previous attack. He stumbles to an empty chair, and grabs it. He walks back to Big Nasty, and gingerly raises the chair above his head. Big Nasty manages to kick Boulder in the stomach, causing Boulder to crash to the ground, and drop the chair. Big Nasty rolls to his stomach, and slowly pulls himself back up. He looks down to Boulder, shakes his head and walks away.**

--The Match--

**Big Nasty is watching the promo laid out by Boulder. He sees and recognizes old faces. An old nemesis, and a deranged man.**

BN: "Looks like Boulder needs all the help he can get. He doesn't trust himself enough, now he needs to talk to the old heads from the CZW. The funny thing is he isn't asking the right people. Mack has never beat me, and I have no idea who the clown was. Boulder, I know you want to hurt me, but your motivation is tired. It's weak, and it doesn't give you the strength you need to actually beat me."

**Big Nasty walks to a punching bag and begins to shadow box with the punching bag.**

BN: (Breathing Deeply)"Boulder, you want to be a star here in the CZW, but the problem is you don't have the look for it. Nobody wants a fat slob to represent them. They want to see Titans. Gods amongst men. They want dudes that have charisma, they want dudes that can jump, and do amazing things with their body. And no Boulder, being able to make a face out of your stomach fat is not an amazing feature.

Boulder....buddy, do us all a favor. Just don't show up to the match. I see that you don't have the motivation to beat me. You don't have the skills, and you don't have the fortitude. Keep talking to Mack, but the advice he's giving you is not good advice. I mean, what can he be telling you? "Yeah Boulder, the best way to beat Big Nasty is to lay on your back and let him pin you. That's what I did, and look how it worked out for me!!" Yeah, solid advice brah!

Boulder, I know you're going to show up to the match, and I know we're going to brawl. This isn't a wrestling match for you, it's a brawl. A hatred. You hate me because you want to be me. You hate me because Mack hates me. I get it. I understand. I'm not going to hold it against you, but you do realize, I can't let you beat me. I can't let you come into my house...the CZW, and do whatever you want to do with me. It's not going to work like that. I do have to tell you, I'm pissed that you ruined my match with EP. I'm mad that after my comeback, and all I've done, I can't go and take down the Uprising like I promised I would. You ruined that for me, so I have to take it out on you. Boulder, good luck out there this week brother, you're going to need it. Bring that jar of Mr. Killjoy's jizz down to the ring with you. I'm sure it'll make you feel better after you lose to Big Nasty. Good luck dude....in fact, break a leg!

**Big Nasty punches the punching bag one last time, and grabs it to stop it's momentum. He turns around, and begins to unwrap his fists, as the scene fades to black.

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