Post by Steven Luke on Aug 14, 2010 1:12:24 GMT -6
We open up in the luxury box of Dallas Cowboys stadium. We take a quick look around the room and we find it is not just a luxury box, but it is the owner’s box as we find pictures all over the place of Cowboy’s owner Jerry Jones shaking hands with many past and present players. In the room Venom sits on the couch with a grin on his face and the Tag Team Championship across his lap. Why he is here, we don’t know, but it’s promo time.
“Here I am, sitting high above everyone else in the owner’s box, why, well because everyone in NCW already thinks I am; why not make it a reality. You see, people here in NCW think that I won this belt here by being in tight with the owner. People seem to think that the only reason I am a Tag Team Champion is because I’m in the Front Office. What these same people fail to forget is that last week Leonard Fox wanted the Young Guns to lie down in this match. Leonard Fox didn’t even want us to win the match for this belt, no, he would have rather gained the Tag Championships by recruiting Will Washington. The Young Guns don’t lie down though, and what people seem to forget is that the reason that match was so easy was because Will Washington’s over grown ego wouldn’t let him deal with having a tag team partner anymore. What people really forget, or maybe they just don’t know, is that I am now an eight time Tag Team Champion and that doesn’t happen by accident.”
We fade out and in on a scene earlier in the day. Venom is now standing outside of the colossal Cowboy Stadium talking on his cell phone. He has a bag slung over his shoulder and he’s not looking to happy as he listens intently on the phone.
“Look babe, I don’t know what Charlie’s problem is. It was even his idea to have a party Sunday Night. I know he usually flies home right after the show but he’s a grown man and if he wants to have some fun so be it.”
“I know and I don’t care. If your sister wants to blame everything on me then fine. Charlie didn’t come home and didn’t answer his phone for whatever Charlie’s reasoning is, I didn’t hold a gun to his head and make him bring a bottle of Champagne to the locker room after the show.”
“Fine, I’ll talk to him, but maybe Annette should be the one talking to him. She is after all his wife. If she wants him home more then maybe she should find someone to take that Championship off of his waist because no one here is going to do it.”
“Yeah, yeah, love you too.”
Venom hangs up the phone and runs to catch up with a group of people. He pulls a ticket out of his pocket and enters the stadium following a tour guide. We cut back to the luxury box and present time.
“Me winning the championships of this division eight times isn’t an accident just like it isn’t an accident that the Holland Brothers are in the hall of fame. I’ve known both of these guys for a long time and they are the real deal when it comes to the Tag Team division and they are beasts when it comes to singles competition as well. With that being said though, they’re idiots. They seem to think they have a sense of right and wrong in this industry and they are wrong. They jumped in last week to help the Young Andrew Jacobsen because they thought they were helping the ‘Good Guy’ but they were wrong. This kid Jacobsen isn’t the ‘Good Guy’ he’s the bad guy. The good guys in this fight at the ones fighting for what the owner wants. The good guys in this company are the guys fighting to make sure that this place is getting what’s best for business, and who knows what’s best other then the man who runs this place with an iron fist? No, this ‘Revolution’ is the bad guys. This ‘Revolution’ is trying to change the way this place is run just because they’re not getting what they think they deserve. This ‘Revolution’ is the real group of ‘Bad Guys,’ not the Front Office.”
We cut out and cut in on another scene from earlier today. Venom is now inside Cowboy Stadium, and he’s standing on the top of a toilet in a bathroom stall. We hear banging on the stalls outside and soon we here Venom’s phone start to ring. He quickly silences it and mumbles under his breath as someone in the bathroom begins to yell.
“Hey Joe, did you hear that?”
“Yeah Bob, I think my phone is going off on the cart, lets go, he’s not in here.”
The two security guards exit the bathroom and Venom quickly answers his phone before voice mail catches it.
“What?”
“Oh hey Charlie, I was actually going to call you a little later.”
“Yeah actually, it is about Annette. Tracy called and Annette seems to think it’s all my…”
“I’m not trying to get into the middle of your marriage bud, last time one of us did that someone’s neck got broke.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry I brought that up.”
“Look Charlie, we’re still friends through and through but you need to get your **** together with Annette. I know it’s hard when you’re on the road all the time and I’m sure it’s worse for you because you’re still trying to juggle the business, but you’re slowly screwing up a good thing man. Maybe it’s time to hire someone to help you take care of all of this.”
“Charlie?”
Venom shakes his head and hangs up the phone. We fade back to the Luxury Box and to present time.
“So now that they Holland Brothers have picked there sides and came out to help save young Jacobsen from us ending his career once and for all, it’s time for me to get a small measure of revenge on them. Some of you people out there in TV land may now know this, but one of my six Tag Team Championship losses came against these very Holland Brothers. So this is my chance for vengeance. This is my chance to prove that with a Championship quality partner like Doc, history will not repeat itself. This is my chance to prove that I am the greatest Tag Team Wrestler in this history of this business, and that the only reason the Holland Brothers get all the credit is because, well, they’re brothers and I’ve had more partners then a ten cent prostitute. Now though, I have someone just like me. I have a partner that is main event caliber even on his worst nights. With Doc by my side, there is nothing the Holland Brothers can do to retain the top spot in this division, and the proof of that begins Sunday.”
“The Holland Brothers are not my only focus though. There is someone else in this match that I will be getting my revenge on. That snot nosed punk Andrew Jacobsen is finally going to get what’s coming to him this Sunday. He has stuck his nose in the Young Guns business more times then I can count. He tried to ‘Rescue’ Zelda Knite in order to put himself in line for a shot at the National Championship, and when we all seen through the charade he was putting on he claimed he just hated us and wanted to beat us all. Now I’m not afraid to admit that he beat me. I wasn’t up to par and he was on top of his game, but in the end, his plan failed. He wanted the National Championship and instead he got his head kicked in by Charlie Velez. You think the kid would have learned, but no, here he is challenging the Front Office to a fight and now his stupidity is my gain as I get a chance to do what Charlie did to him, kick his teeth down his throat.”
We fade and cut back to Venom. He is now knelt down on one knee with a small mag light in his mouth. He is picking at the door of the suite he is now in with a credit card when his phone rings. Venom cruses quietly and quickly ducks down a near by hall way as he hears foot steps. The same two security guards come running down the hall looking for him. They stop in front of the suite and look around. One continues on while the other pulls out his keys and opens the luxury box to check and make sure no one is inside. Once he’s satisfied that it is empty he comes out of the box and runs to catch up with his partner. Venom swiftly moves from his hiding spot and sneaks in the door to the box before it closes. He makes sure the door is locked and shut behind him before answering his phone before the voicemail catches it.
“Hello.”
“Ron, is that you?”
“I know we’re teaming up this weekend and you’re excited, but you shouldn’t be drunk dialing me to talk about it.”
“My God man, it’s only noon! I didn’t even know you could find a bar open this early to get this drunk.”
“Drive through liquor store you say. Doesn’t that go against a law or something?”
“That’s right, we are in Texas. Hey though man, I have to cut my promo for our match this weekend so I’ll meet up with you later, you know, when you’re sober, to hit the gym and prepare.”
“Please, stop telling me you love me…”
Venom hangs up the phone and we cue back to present time.
“That makes me the bad guy right? Just because I want to kick this kids teeth down his throat makes me the bad guy. Here this guy is, trying to move in on his own stable mates girl friend and I’m the bad guy. Sure, he may claim to be happy and hope everything goes well with the two of them, but every chance he gets he’s trying to work his magic on her. Just listen to how he constantly mentions how he tried to save her from a four on one beat down every chance he gets. He’s just trying to rub it in without seeming like a total ass that he was there to help her when Falcon barely even knew she existed.”
“I’m done talking about that though. Zelda Knite doesn’t have anything to do with this match Sunday, no matter how much he might want it to. In fact, Zelda might soon not even have anything to do with the Revolution other then friendship if she accepts the olive branch and joins the Young Guns. She’s not going to have any outcome on this match though, because this match isn’t about her. This match is about Revenge, my revenge, and I will have it. I will have it because I guarantee to stop at nothing to make sure that the Holland Brothers and Jacobsen feel my wrath. Whether it is by hook or by crook, win or lose, I will get some measure of revenge this Sunday, and no one out here in TV land will ever again doubt my abilities. You can take that to the bank boys.”
Venom stands up from the couch and the scene fades to black.
“Here I am, sitting high above everyone else in the owner’s box, why, well because everyone in NCW already thinks I am; why not make it a reality. You see, people here in NCW think that I won this belt here by being in tight with the owner. People seem to think that the only reason I am a Tag Team Champion is because I’m in the Front Office. What these same people fail to forget is that last week Leonard Fox wanted the Young Guns to lie down in this match. Leonard Fox didn’t even want us to win the match for this belt, no, he would have rather gained the Tag Championships by recruiting Will Washington. The Young Guns don’t lie down though, and what people seem to forget is that the reason that match was so easy was because Will Washington’s over grown ego wouldn’t let him deal with having a tag team partner anymore. What people really forget, or maybe they just don’t know, is that I am now an eight time Tag Team Champion and that doesn’t happen by accident.”
We fade out and in on a scene earlier in the day. Venom is now standing outside of the colossal Cowboy Stadium talking on his cell phone. He has a bag slung over his shoulder and he’s not looking to happy as he listens intently on the phone.
“Look babe, I don’t know what Charlie’s problem is. It was even his idea to have a party Sunday Night. I know he usually flies home right after the show but he’s a grown man and if he wants to have some fun so be it.”
“I know and I don’t care. If your sister wants to blame everything on me then fine. Charlie didn’t come home and didn’t answer his phone for whatever Charlie’s reasoning is, I didn’t hold a gun to his head and make him bring a bottle of Champagne to the locker room after the show.”
“Fine, I’ll talk to him, but maybe Annette should be the one talking to him. She is after all his wife. If she wants him home more then maybe she should find someone to take that Championship off of his waist because no one here is going to do it.”
“Yeah, yeah, love you too.”
Venom hangs up the phone and runs to catch up with a group of people. He pulls a ticket out of his pocket and enters the stadium following a tour guide. We cut back to the luxury box and present time.
“Me winning the championships of this division eight times isn’t an accident just like it isn’t an accident that the Holland Brothers are in the hall of fame. I’ve known both of these guys for a long time and they are the real deal when it comes to the Tag Team division and they are beasts when it comes to singles competition as well. With that being said though, they’re idiots. They seem to think they have a sense of right and wrong in this industry and they are wrong. They jumped in last week to help the Young Andrew Jacobsen because they thought they were helping the ‘Good Guy’ but they were wrong. This kid Jacobsen isn’t the ‘Good Guy’ he’s the bad guy. The good guys in this fight at the ones fighting for what the owner wants. The good guys in this company are the guys fighting to make sure that this place is getting what’s best for business, and who knows what’s best other then the man who runs this place with an iron fist? No, this ‘Revolution’ is the bad guys. This ‘Revolution’ is trying to change the way this place is run just because they’re not getting what they think they deserve. This ‘Revolution’ is the real group of ‘Bad Guys,’ not the Front Office.”
We cut out and cut in on another scene from earlier today. Venom is now inside Cowboy Stadium, and he’s standing on the top of a toilet in a bathroom stall. We hear banging on the stalls outside and soon we here Venom’s phone start to ring. He quickly silences it and mumbles under his breath as someone in the bathroom begins to yell.
“Hey Joe, did you hear that?”
“Yeah Bob, I think my phone is going off on the cart, lets go, he’s not in here.”
The two security guards exit the bathroom and Venom quickly answers his phone before voice mail catches it.
“What?”
“Oh hey Charlie, I was actually going to call you a little later.”
“Yeah actually, it is about Annette. Tracy called and Annette seems to think it’s all my…”
“I’m not trying to get into the middle of your marriage bud, last time one of us did that someone’s neck got broke.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry I brought that up.”
“Look Charlie, we’re still friends through and through but you need to get your **** together with Annette. I know it’s hard when you’re on the road all the time and I’m sure it’s worse for you because you’re still trying to juggle the business, but you’re slowly screwing up a good thing man. Maybe it’s time to hire someone to help you take care of all of this.”
“Charlie?”
Venom shakes his head and hangs up the phone. We fade back to the Luxury Box and to present time.
“So now that they Holland Brothers have picked there sides and came out to help save young Jacobsen from us ending his career once and for all, it’s time for me to get a small measure of revenge on them. Some of you people out there in TV land may now know this, but one of my six Tag Team Championship losses came against these very Holland Brothers. So this is my chance for vengeance. This is my chance to prove that with a Championship quality partner like Doc, history will not repeat itself. This is my chance to prove that I am the greatest Tag Team Wrestler in this history of this business, and that the only reason the Holland Brothers get all the credit is because, well, they’re brothers and I’ve had more partners then a ten cent prostitute. Now though, I have someone just like me. I have a partner that is main event caliber even on his worst nights. With Doc by my side, there is nothing the Holland Brothers can do to retain the top spot in this division, and the proof of that begins Sunday.”
“The Holland Brothers are not my only focus though. There is someone else in this match that I will be getting my revenge on. That snot nosed punk Andrew Jacobsen is finally going to get what’s coming to him this Sunday. He has stuck his nose in the Young Guns business more times then I can count. He tried to ‘Rescue’ Zelda Knite in order to put himself in line for a shot at the National Championship, and when we all seen through the charade he was putting on he claimed he just hated us and wanted to beat us all. Now I’m not afraid to admit that he beat me. I wasn’t up to par and he was on top of his game, but in the end, his plan failed. He wanted the National Championship and instead he got his head kicked in by Charlie Velez. You think the kid would have learned, but no, here he is challenging the Front Office to a fight and now his stupidity is my gain as I get a chance to do what Charlie did to him, kick his teeth down his throat.”
We fade and cut back to Venom. He is now knelt down on one knee with a small mag light in his mouth. He is picking at the door of the suite he is now in with a credit card when his phone rings. Venom cruses quietly and quickly ducks down a near by hall way as he hears foot steps. The same two security guards come running down the hall looking for him. They stop in front of the suite and look around. One continues on while the other pulls out his keys and opens the luxury box to check and make sure no one is inside. Once he’s satisfied that it is empty he comes out of the box and runs to catch up with his partner. Venom swiftly moves from his hiding spot and sneaks in the door to the box before it closes. He makes sure the door is locked and shut behind him before answering his phone before the voicemail catches it.
“Hello.”
“Ron, is that you?”
“I know we’re teaming up this weekend and you’re excited, but you shouldn’t be drunk dialing me to talk about it.”
“My God man, it’s only noon! I didn’t even know you could find a bar open this early to get this drunk.”
“Drive through liquor store you say. Doesn’t that go against a law or something?”
“That’s right, we are in Texas. Hey though man, I have to cut my promo for our match this weekend so I’ll meet up with you later, you know, when you’re sober, to hit the gym and prepare.”
“Please, stop telling me you love me…”
Venom hangs up the phone and we cue back to present time.
“That makes me the bad guy right? Just because I want to kick this kids teeth down his throat makes me the bad guy. Here this guy is, trying to move in on his own stable mates girl friend and I’m the bad guy. Sure, he may claim to be happy and hope everything goes well with the two of them, but every chance he gets he’s trying to work his magic on her. Just listen to how he constantly mentions how he tried to save her from a four on one beat down every chance he gets. He’s just trying to rub it in without seeming like a total ass that he was there to help her when Falcon barely even knew she existed.”
“I’m done talking about that though. Zelda Knite doesn’t have anything to do with this match Sunday, no matter how much he might want it to. In fact, Zelda might soon not even have anything to do with the Revolution other then friendship if she accepts the olive branch and joins the Young Guns. She’s not going to have any outcome on this match though, because this match isn’t about her. This match is about Revenge, my revenge, and I will have it. I will have it because I guarantee to stop at nothing to make sure that the Holland Brothers and Jacobsen feel my wrath. Whether it is by hook or by crook, win or lose, I will get some measure of revenge this Sunday, and no one out here in TV land will ever again doubt my abilities. You can take that to the bank boys.”
Venom stands up from the couch and the scene fades to black.