Match thread: Dust, CK Wylde, Tumbling T vs Main Man, Gary Francis, Constantino

[Cody Longpre]

CK Wylde and Dust are backstage in the True Kings locker room and are debationg over something. Wylde stands up and then walks out the door as Dust has a fed up look on his face.

Wylde heads down the hall and finds tumbling T. Wylde grabs him and takes him to the True Kings locker room and pushes him into it.

T: I oughtta...

Wylde: Ought to what? use your head guy, its me and Dust in here. We're two pissed of guys, and your in here about to piss me off even more so sit down!

Tumbling T takes a seat.

Wylde; That's better. Now as you know, you are teaming with The True Kings at Revolution to take on Gary Francis, Constantino, whoever that is, and The Main Man! Now myself and Dust want to make one thing perfectly clear to you, so listen up!

T: Alright, alright.

Dust: We are the top faction in uCw history, and you shouldfeel very lucky to not only be in the main-event, but to be on our team!

Wylde: We also have standards for ourselves. We always fight to win, and we do whatever it takes!

Dust: I don't care if you have pride, and refuse to cheat. If you do not do whatever it takes to win this match, you will be severely hurt.

Wylde: Understand?

T: Yeah...I got ya.

Wylde: This is no joke either like you may percieve it to be. We are pissed. We have two guys in there that always seem to hang around us and bug the **** out of us. We have the guy that stole my title, and the guy that cost me that title! That doesn't make me a happy camper!

T: I got ya. Don't worry. I'm out to win. I wanna prove that i am worth something to this company.

Dust: Good, now leave.

Tumbling T gets up and heads out the door as the camera fades.

[Peoples King]

The scene opens slowy into a locker-room. The lights are dimed and the room is pretty bare. A physio bench is in the center of the room and there are three chairs around it. Up against one wall are some locker's, a few broken and rusted. Damp can be seen on the ceiling, mould of osme kind beginning to grow off it. The camera turns slowly to a man standing over a sink. It zooms in slowly. The guy is bent over the sink, looking at his distorted reflection in the ripples. The water seems to be a little dirty, the sink hasnt been washed since god knows when. The stranger dips his cupped hands into the water and splashes it over his face. He looks up into a mirror, water dripping down from his face breaking the silence of the room as it falls into the full sink. The guy has blond hair with neatly trimmed side burns coming down to the edge of his chin. His hair is slightly spiked. He is well built and is wearing purple wrestling tights with a barbwire like design across them. He turns away from the sink and sits down on the bench. He takes a roll of tape next to him and starts taping his left wrist. The door opens and some light from outside floods into the room along with the shouts of a crowd in the arena. A figure stands in the door. The guy keeps taping his wrists, like he is unaware someone came in. The figure takes a step in to the room and closes the door behind him.

Guy:
What do you want? Come to show off your new title?


The figure steps away from the door. He is wearing a navy business suit, white shirt and navy tie. On his shoulder is the uCw World title and his face is that of Dust. The Peoples King walks over to the physio bench and sits in one of the folding chairs infront of it. The mystery guy keeps on taping his wrists, like Dust is just another guy. Dust looks at him for a few seconds unaware of what to say. He puts the title down onto his left knee and watches as the guy continues to tape his wrist

Dust:
Hello Falcone. Its been a long time.


The guy known as Falcone keeps taping the wrist without looking up. He stops tears the tape and then begins the process of taping his right wrist. He spits to the side and without looking up says.....

Falcone:
Not long enough.


A flash of anger comes across Dusts face but it soon fades away, he stays calm and collected. Dust looks down at his title then up at Falcone. He takes a look around the filthy lokcer-room. A look of disgust comes across his face as it dawns on him he didnt check this seat before seating down. He shifts in the seat uncomfortabley.

Falcone:
It wasnt so long ago that you used to get changed in locker-rooms like this. What a few years at the top has given you higher standards?

Dust:
What are you talking about? Nothing wrong with this place.


For the first time Falcone looks up a smirk on his face.

Falcone:
Right at this very moment you are wondering whether or not there is something on that chair or not. Dont worry I didnt piss on it or anything.

Dust:
Well this is an expensive suit.

Falcone:
Does it really look like I care about your matierial comforts? Cut the **** Conor what are you here for!?

Dust:
Do I need a reason to visit an old friend?


Falcone rips the roll of tape off and throws it across the room.

Falcone:
**** you! The day you turned your back on me was the day we stopped being friends. Ask what you want to ask then get the **** out. I have a match and I really dont want to see your face when Im wrestling.

Dust:
Turned my back on you!? Look at where you are now! Some two bit piss of **** federation that no internet sight reports on. You are at the bottom of the barrell. If I listened to you I would still ****ing be here with you! If you had just took in what I was saying. But no, not you. You have this bull**** thing you refer to as honour. I didnt turn my back on you! I just evolved and went on to become the greatest in this game. This shows that. I am the uCw World champion and here you are getting payed 50 bucks! And for what!? Martha and you couldnt see that the path you two were on was leading you straight to financial hell. You two couldnt be unethical. How is Martha!? She still sticking by you? I didnt turn my back on you! You turned your back on yourself and the betterment of your career!


Falcone glares at Dust. He clenches his fist but restrains himself from knocking the little prick out.

Falcone:
Martha left.

Dust:
And the kids?

Falcone:
Left them too. I live with my mother now. She looks after the kids when Im away.

Dust:
Sorry to hear that.

Falcone:
No your not. Deep inside you are delighted because it proved you right. To get to the top you have to step on everyone and anyone. I thought skills alone would get me there. You were always better then me though. Better in the ring but you could handle the politics. What the **** am I talking about!? What do you want!?

Dust:
Have you been watching Revolution or Mayhem.

Falcone:
The kids watch it. Your their favourite Conor.

Dust:
Huh........


Dust smiles at the thought of this. He looks at the title and imagines how happy it made the kids to see him win the belt. What was he thinking? **** those kids! He doesnt care about anyone!

Dust:
Thats not what I asked.

Falcone:
Yeah I watch it. I know why you are here. You are here because of the videos.


Falcone eases his way back down onto the bench. He sits there looking into Dusts eyes.

Falcone:
Your afraid. I see it in your eyes. The mighty Dust is scared because he doesnt know what is coming from him. You are living in hfear of the inevitable. You dont know what to do anymore. You thought you would be complete after winning the title but your not. Now he is coming for you and you havent been so scared in all your life. You know that when he gets you, that he will end you.


Dust casts his eyes down at the dirty concrete floor. He gulps down some saliva and nods his head slowly. He looks up at Falcone but cant look him in the face.

Dust:
I dont know what to do. I am booked in a match next week against three of the toughest bastards to ever walk this earth. Normally this wouldnt bother me, it wouldnt lose me sleep. But now......... now there is something else. Something more that I cannot explain. All my deeds all that I did to get to the top of this business. It is coming back to haunt me and I dont know if I can withstand it. I have been at the top for two weeks but already it feels like my belt is only going to be round my waist for a short period of time. I am scared for the first time in my life, I am really scared. I dont know what is round the corner and I dont know who to trust. The camera's come on and I put up this facade that nothing can get through to me but He is suceeding. He is starting to get into my head and get into my soul. He knows how to hurt me and he will do that. I am cracking and the facade around me is crumbling. I wouldnt say this infront of camera's because that would be admitting that I am human and that is something I cannot afford to do. I look at my "friends" and all I see is potential enemies. I dont trust anyone and it is all because of Him. What can I do? How can I survive? I cant sleep, I cant eat, I cant ****. My world has begun to crumble and I am beginning to think that this title is dragging me down to the depths of hell. It feels like it is only a matter of time before I begin to decay and die. He is coming and there is no escape for me this time. Burton and the True Kings cant save me. No one can. When he gets me I know my soul shall be condemed to eternal damnation. What can I do?

Falcone:
All you can do is turn and face in ineviatble.

End Segment

[TheMainMan25]

Rockstar by N.E.R.D hits and the Main Man makes his way down to the ring, mic in hand, to an enormous crowd pop. He does his usual pose on the turnbuckles and lets the people take pictures of him. He then squares his shoulders and speaks.

TMM:
You might be wondering to yourselves why the Main Man came out and hit C.K. Wylde with a chair a couple of nights ago. The Main Man admits that it isn't his style to get involved in other people's ****, but he did what he did for a reason. The reason is that the Main Man was returning a favor. Watch.

Videotape of the Main Man being tortured in the ring by the True Kings plays. It shows Gary Francis running to the ring with a chair, busting open Ivan Drago, and chasing them off.

TMM:
As much as the Main Man hates to admit it, he owed Gary Francis. So at Revolution, he returned the favor. If it cost C.K. Wylde the X-Championship then that was just a perk. C.K. Wylde can think that what the Main Man did was personal, that it was because they had a little "tiff" backstage. But C.K. Wylde puts a little too much importance on himself, because the Main Man doesn't really care about him. Why? It's simple. C.K. wants to prove himself, he wants to show everyone backstage that he's ready to take that next step, to climb that next rung, to be a consideration for the uCw World Heavyweight Championship. And who better to fight to prove to everyone that he's ready for a title shot besides the Warden of Whupass? Who better to fight besides the Main Man? NO ONE! This dude has been having wet dreams about being in the ring with the Main Man since he got into wrestling. Check that. This dude has been having wet dreams about being in BED with the Main Man since he started wrestling. The Main Man knows this, but he simply doesn't swing that way, nancy-boy.

The crowd laughs and chants of the Main Man break out. The Main Man waits until they die down and then continues.

TMM:
The fact of the matter is Wylde, you can say you are going to break the Main Man's neck all you want. It ain't gonna happen. Hell, you couldn't break the Main Man's neck if he put his head in a vise. Why? Because you are simply....NOT THAT GOOD!

The crowd lets out "ooh's" after that sentence.

TMM:
You aren't good enough to beat the Main Man. You aren't good enough to be World Champion. You aren't good enough to bring in millions of dollars in ad revenue. There is only one man who does that...the Main Man. And one more thing, and the Main Man's going to say this slowly because you're a dumbass, the...only...reason...that...you...were...even...X ...Champion...is...because...YOU FOLLOW DUST AROUND LIKE YOU WERE TATTOOED ON HIS ASS! Now normally, the Main Man would tell you to eat ****, and there's no way that a nancy-boy like you is ever going to get in the ring with the Main Man, but since you're in a hurry to get the ass beating of your life, the Main Man will accept your match at Wrestlefest. After the Main Man has beaten you within an inch of your life, and the paramedics have rolled your ass onto the floor, and the janitors have come to sweep the bowel-movements and piss, and snot out of the ring, then you will look up and see the Bronze Adonis. You will look up and see uCw's greatest. You will look up and see what you should have been, but weren't. After that, the Main Man hopes that you don't go jump off of a bridge, because you have many...MANY more ass beatings to come at the hands of the Main Man.

TMM:
But enough about you. Let's talk about someone, or something more important...the uCw World Championship. The Main Man knows that even though Dust says that he wants a rematch with the Main Man, deep down, he knows that to do so would mean the end of his reign at Champion. Dust, whenever you hear someone say that you only won our last match because of Charley Burton, believe it. You gave that match everything you had, you dropped the Main Man onto a chair, hit him with his own finishing move, hit YOUR finishing move, and STILL couldn't beat the Main Man. And that was with a hurt back. So you can say whatever you want, it doesn't make a difference. But the Main Man still hasn't gotten an answer from you, or Burton. Does the Main Man get a rematch or not, bitch? Maybe you need the answer beaten into you. Thankfully at Revolution, you get to be in the ring with the man you fear most. No not this "Mystery Man", the Main Man. Take a good look at you championship belt and kiss it goodbye. You won't hav the burden of being champ much longer. IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW....NOW YOU KNOW!

"Rockstar" hits and the Main Man poses on the ringposts before going to the back.

[Peoples King]

OOC: Wet dreams lol. Well trust me, if he is tatooed to my ass there is no need for him to even consider the Main Man in bed. This ass is the best in the business!

[Cody Longpre]

OOC: Tattoo on the ass! I'll let you guys in on a secret that my whol HigH SChool knows. For the record it was a bet, and Iw as gonan be called a ***** if I didn't. I actually have a tattoo on my right ass cheek! Its up in the tattoo parlour. Everyone always makes em show them.

NOTE:
This is not bull****! :winkok:

[Peoples King]

OOC: So the Tatoo on my ass has a tatoo on his ass......... damn! Well Cody thanks for letting us know that. You could work it into your gimmick as a wrestler. You climb a ladder, the guy pulls on your tights revealing a butt cheek. Worked for HBK why cant it work for you?

[Cody Longpre]

OOC: I actually wanna have that happen! I planned on it the day got it! I said "WHen I am in a ladder match, I want someone to expose my new butt art!"

[TheMainMan25]

OOC: LOL! That wasn't exactly the reaction that I was looking for.

[HIM]

We are at a uCw house show in between matches the lights go out and the static comes on the screen with a distorted face in the background organ music is playing lightly aswell until we hear a voice it is the voice of commentator John McGrath:

John McGrath: No he's not going to do this he can't!

The sounds of a woman screaming is heard over the organ music

John McGrath: Oh My God! Does Dust have no soul?

There is a pause and the sounds of a person body crashing into the mat is heard followed by a faded sound of boo's

John McGrath: How could he do such a thing to a poor defenseless woman?

We hear the sounds of a man laughing and as he laughs he voice becomes much more slower and deeper like that of some sort of evil demon unknown to man

John McGrath: He will do anything and go to any lengths just for the uCw Title such in human acts we just witnessed by Dust

There is a sound of people rushing around and we hear what seems to be an EMT saying

EMT: I think it's her neck she can't move she's also having trouble breathing we've got to get her to a hospital quickly

There is the sound of a man softly crying and more EMT's saying

EMT: Everythings going to be ok we wont let anything happen to her we promise

The man continues to cry with a sense of fear and anger in his whimpers we then hear the man say

Man: How could i let this happen? I should of protected her

The music stops as do the voices the screen is still static and the distorted face is still there until writing comes up on the screen

My pain
My suffering
My heart ache
My torture

I felt it all because of what he did i never thought i would see someone go so low but he did my time draws closer my moment of revenge and the moment to call the end of Dust is now on the horizon

June 9th Revolution the Mystery Man returns and takes his rightful place in uCw

The screen goes back top normal and the lights come back on and the chants of "D-Dogg, D-Dogg" fill the arena

[TheMainMan25]

:winkok:

I must be stupid or somethin (don't you say a word PK!). I didn't make the connection between Ghostwriter and Dogg before now. You even fooled a member of the creative team. Simply awesome.

[The Tumbling T]

You see The T sitting backstage in a room.

The T: Well it's coming... A big match for me in ucw. The only problem is it's not a singles match. I feel I don't flourish in tag matches and it looks like I won't this one. CK Wylde and Dust have a different agenda than me going into this match but I'll listen to them and it might help me get better. I have flourished in ucw and I'm proving I'm a candidate for a title soon in my book. So maybe this match with two champions and a formor ucw world champion will show the world I'm ready for a title and I can play with the big boys of ucw. Technically I am undefeated. Even though last week I got pinned it was a tag match and my tag team one so I guess that counts as a win. Either way I won't get pinned again. And I won't let myself lose this Wednesday. Hell maybe I'll get the pin, but I'm not counting on anything. I want to get done with this match and come out looking great by just being able to have a good tag match with two champions. But I will unleash my anger in this match. You see some1 will get hurt in this match and it won't be me. So be ready to be amazed by me!

The Scene then fades black

O.C.C.
Sorry for the crappy rp, I just really couldn't think of anything.

[TEST this]

The camera pans to a slummy part of Brooklyn. The street and sidewalk is filled with litter. The camera turns to Tino as he walks through the area. He steps on top of all the garbage, and then kicks a Pepsi can. A little boy on the opposite sidewalk is playing with a little open area of a wall with a loose piece of chalk. He begins to draw a sun, and then a stick-figured boy underneath of it. Just, then two men scuffle from a nearby alleyway onto the sidewalk. The boy looks over and gets frightened. One of the two men pulls out a gun, and attempts to shoot the other, but he misses and the bullet zooms toward the little boy, and crashes into the stick-figured boy. The little one runs in sure fear around the corner to his home. The two men then get into fisticuffs back into the alley. Tino has seen it all before, and continues walking without hesitation. Tino walks across the street to the little boy’s drawing. He begins to shake his head, but then looks down. The chalk has shattered and it only leaves a few decent pieces left. Tino collects them, and begins to alter the boy’s drawing. He shades over the sun, and all the areas around it. It looks as if it’s overcast. He then draws the moon above the clouds. Tino examines the bullet in the wall, and treats it as it should be. He draws devil’s horns on top of it. He then starts to draw blood dripping down from the stick figure’s devilish wound. He puts down the chalk, and turns around to look at the buildings. Most of them have deeps cracks, broken windows, and cracked away porches. Tino can never forget of this place.

The blood is fresh on the boy. Very new. But this blood is yellow.

Tino drops the chalk. He turns around and looks up, and back at the wall. The boy is alone. He has nobody else, and seems to be lonely. The drawn on smile only helps to hide the dissatisfaction. Tino looks at the boy’s abdomen, where the bullet had entered. He examines the horns he has drawn, and remembers past teachings.

Satan, also known as the devil. Exiled from heaven for betraying God. Sent to the Underworld, where he became the ruler of all things evil. He formed a group of fallen angels to get back at God. Satan took form as a serpeant and climbed the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. He hoped to temp the damsel that was Eve. Satan was jealous of God, and needed to get back at him. That’s what fueled his departure from hell up to Earth. He wanted to torment God’s first creations. Yet it’s so similar to what is going on right now. A Mystery Man, many who believe it to be D-Dogg, will return to the wrestling world with a vengeance for only one reason: To gain back what he felt was rightfully his from the man who took it all away. That could possibly be the answer. I saw that you, “Mystery Man” were destined for more greatness than what had already come, but you could never quite gain that level of success in the business because of this one man. So you disappear for awhile, and reemerge, trying to get revenge on the man who seemingly held you down and tried to ruin you. Or maybe it was the other way around. Maybe Dust was the one always in your shadow, and could never break out, until now. Whichever way this truth lies, it doesn’t matter. You’ve brought it upon yourself to inflict revenge, and no one will stop you. That’s why I’m expecting you to interfere in this match. Whether it be before, or during the match, I’m sure you will alter the outcome in some way, shape, or form. You want to put the man out of commission because you’re blind with rage, and when it gets to that point, what can anyone really do to relieve the situation? Nothing.

But what seems to be happening here, is what the little boy on the street felt, and what this lonely stick figure is going through. Dust, you are showing fear like the little boy, and you’re hoping to escape this situation so you don’t get yourself killed. However, how you end up, whether it be the little boy who escaped, or the stick figure with the bullet in him, depends on you. You can be cowardly and keep this fear inside of you. It won’t do you any good, however. I’ve been afraid many times in my life, and I’ll be damned if I ever let myself get to that state again. Dust, you’re a grown man. To try and get past this, you go to visit your past for some answer. The only answer you will find, is tat you must face your fear no matter what. Whether at Revolution, or WrestleFest, the encounter must happen, and you, must conquer it before the fear, and the obsessed man, conquers you.

Although this situation seems to pertain to just two men, it really holds true for another two. My partner for this match, Main Man, was hellbent on gaining a measure of revenge on CK Wylde. And boy did he ever get it. I look at this situation, and things could have been easily avoided if Main Man wasn’t so hotheaded. But then again, I look at Main Man, and his temper, and his ego, and I think to myself, maybe, this will help us win the match at Revolution. Then again, when tempers flare and egos take over, maybe he’ll be the one to fail the team…

Everyone in this match seems to be tangled up in revenge issues or some sort of hatred. That holds true for T as well. He seems to have his mind elsewhere, that one day, on Mykall, he will get redemption. But it looks that Mykal may have problems of his own…but, if T has to keep his back turned in order to make sure he doesn’t have someone lurking in the shadows, then it’s an advantage for my team.

Gary Francis, you gained your X-Title thanks to Main Man. Thank him for his deed. He helped you out, and the least you could do, was thank him. Maybe Main Man wasn’t trying to help you directly, you were just in the right position in the right match. Come Revolution, I expect you to prove why you are the X Champion, and to help our team to victory.

I mention my partners in this match because it takes a unified team to win a match. I, myself, am 3-0, continuing to live up to my words, and show my skills. However, I find it odd. I am a curtain jerker one day, then the next, thrown into the main event. One would think that I wouldn’t be ready for such a big jump, but to be honest, I’ve always been ready for this. Ever since my preparation for the Chain Match at Innovation, I’ve mentioned the chain of this business and it will take time for me to dismantle it link by link. However, I will take what I can get. I will jump over all of the other links to get a shot at the end, at Dust. Logically speaking, I won’t be involved for the title due to the resurfacing of the one D-Dogg, but possibly, by gaining victory over Dust, maybe I belong there, and maybe it is my time…

At that moment, clouds encompass the sky, and lightning strikes. Big drops of rain come in torrential downpours, and the chalk drawing washes from the wall.

Unlike this picture on the wall, this stick figure boy, the little boy that ran in fear because in an instant his hopes of life would fade, and the symbolism that holds true with UCW, I will not let my dreams wash away…they will forever be alive in me…

The camera begins to fade as Tino looks to the sky and spreads his arms, accepting the cool rain that nourishes his body…