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A Party!
Topic Started: Mar 7 2018, 03:51 AM (15 Views)
Dick Devereaux
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[The scene cuts open on the sight of a park. A chain link fence separates the park and the grass. We can see three men with very separate looks. Dick Devereaux is leaning against the fence with his arms crossed in front of him and a scowl across his face. Johnny Vachon is seated on the ground with his back against the fence smoking a cigarette. And Lobo the Clown? He’s on a swing in the background. Devereaux cuts the silence and steps up to the camera. We can see the irritated look on his face as he begins to speak, anger booming through his voice.]

DICK DEVEREAUX: I don’t belong in this fuckin’ match! I’m over here playing chess with a bunch of checkers players! Badd Breed? Who the fuck cares! I’ve never been about groups and I don’t care if you motherfuckers wanna’ run together! I got put into this stupid ass Odd Squad thanks to my MORON of a brother! But you know what? If breaking a couple Badd Breed members faces will lead me to getting back where I need to be... so be it! I’ll break each and every one of you motherfuckers, Odd Squad or not!

[Devereaux pats Johnny on the shoulder as he walks back towards the fence. Johnny pulls the cigarette from his lips and hands it up to Dick. Dick takes a drag as Johnny begins to speak.]

JOHNNY VACHON: We might not be a tight unit like the Badd Breed, but you’re messing with three bad dudes! You’ve got the unpredictable and downright crazy Lobo. Then you’ve got one of the baddest motherfuckers I’ve ever stepped in the ring with in Devereaux. And then you’ve got ol’ Johnny Boy! Separated we’re dangerous, together you’ve got a recipe for annihilation!

[Johnny grabs the cigarette from Devereaux as Lobo pops into view on the other side of the fence. He looks through it as he grasps the links with his hands.]

LOBO THE CLOWN: Rat traps, baseball bats, and a Whiskey bottle to the head! HEHEHOOO!

[Devereaux snaps back as he slams his fist against the fence. Lobo hops back as Devereaux points at him and shoots him a look. Lobo replies by sticking his tongue out and bringing his hangs to his ears in a mocking fashion. Dick turns to the camera and rolls his eyes.]

DICK DEVEREAUX: Ignore the laughing MORON! He outcome of this match is simple. Bring as many Badd Breed members as you want, it don’t matter. I’ve got a baseball bat ready for each and every single one of them!

[Devereaux holds up a custom made bat with each Badd Breed members name written on it in white. Each one is crossed out in red as he shows it off. Johnny stands to his feet as he eyes the camera.]

JOHNNY VACHON: You can bring up the Filth Parade all you want it doesn’t faze me! The Filth Parade was a unit of weakness. A band of squirrels is tougher then those bitches! Badd Breed, you’re a glorified crew of mall jockeys! You can claim a flag and throw up your logo across everything, but t-shirt sales and the cheers from the fans won’t change the outcome when the Odd Squad leaves you on your back looking up at those lights!

[Johnny takes the final hit from the cigarette and flicks it off camera. Devereaux taps him on the shoulder and points off camera as they walk off. The scene is still for a moment before Lobo pops up slowly from the bottom. He looks around before smiling and waving to the camera.]

LOBO THE CLOWN: Badd Breed and Joe Stanton! Badd Breed is an international sensation! I own three t-shirts! Joe Stanton carries the Death Crown Championship! The card is whacked, stacked, and jacked! If I beat Joey maybe I get a chance to wear the Death Crown Championship! I’ve got all my toys ready to play! Let’s go out there and have a PARTY!

[We hear Devereaux scream off camera as Lobo looks to the side. He waves to the camera as he flashes a smile and runs off, leaving the camera to fade out to black.]
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