Post by The Brothers Holland on Nov 10, 2007 21:04:17 GMT -6
*We open on an open space. Three's a bustle of people jostling about trying to get to a few individuals, probably bookies. They're trying to make bets on the upcoming match that's to be fought in this place.. specifically in the big *** damn cell that's been specially erected in the middle of the room. Along one side of the room is a line of lockers. There's a man stood, leaning against locker 27. He's dressed in a white jumpsuit with blue stripes down the side. He's holding a phone in his hand up to his ear and on closer inspection we can see that the man is Dave Holland.*
Dave: Yeah, Mel I gotta do this. I know the match is only three days away but after the mental conditioning you set up I figured it was a good ieda to sort out some physical conditioning..... No I'm not going to get myself hurt I'll be back in no time. I know the people here, I know the competition and I can handle them all with little difficulty.... The point, then, of going through this is to acclimatise myself with the cell. Get used to being caged in.. with all the hazards and opportunities that doing so entails....... No I know you're concerned but listen, Milo's off finding some fight club to acclimatise himself in and I've come to this one.. we have to do this. I'll be back once I'm all done here ok?...... Something to tell me?... Can it wait?.... It's important huh? Is it good news or bad news..... y'know what? Nevermind. If it's bad news I'll still be flying from being recrowned tag champions to care... if it's good.. it'll make the high all the sweeter. You tell me on sunday right? Ok..... I love you care bear.
*He hangs up the phone and places it inside the locker before taking out something and closing the door. He locks it and examines the mask he removed. It's silver with gold lightning bolts down the side.*
Dave: God I hate wearing this thing. Ah well.. it's all part of the gimmick... and gimmicks are fun in moderation.
*Dave doesn't put it on yet but walks to the opposite side of the hall, the far side of the cage to be exact. When he gets there he spots the nCw camera focussed on him.*
Dave: Ah.. I guess you found out my little secret. My home away from my home away from home. See sometimes I need to exert some anger. Burying it down inside is just all too much for some people. Since last month when I thought my dad was a liar for no good reason outside of psycopathic tendencies I got angry with him. That anger was being directed the wrong way and that made me lose sight of things.. lose touch and that's why we lost at Mind Games. Since then I've been coming here. Milo's come with me on some occasions but most of the time I come alone. I've built up quite the reputation here. I'm vicious.. i'm fast and I'm unrelenting. That's why they call me Lightning. I never strike twice because once is enough. These boys are great fun.. they'll give me a good fight but I know I can whoop them ten ways from sunday. There's talk they got someone special set up for me but I've not seen anyone unexpected yet.
*As Dave carries on talking we see a large man wearing a wide brimmed hat and 3/4 length black coat appear at the door. He looks around before moving off to the lockers himself. Dave is unaware his opponent just walked in*
Dave: But in the meantime I guess we've got some time to talk right? Because I've got a few questions that I'm intruiged to understand about my opponents for this sunday. There's One guy... Punisher... who has been vocal about his respect for us and his appreciating the sheer quality that's walking into this match... and yet what has he done? Put a kid in a sharpshooter for no real reason other than a mild case of disrespect but hey.. Punisher.. you're a professional wrestler. People are going to question aspects about you all the time. There's geeks at home right now recording these words I'm saying and analysing each and every syllable for some kind of hidden meaning that might give away something about match rigging or some dirty little secret I've been trying to hide. As far as I know there aren't any.. so sorry boys but you'll have to analyse someone else. But yes, anyway.. the opponents. That aside he's done a light spot of jogging in Grand Cayman and... what? Nothing that we've seen. That's probably a smart move. If he'd shown more of his training I could've picked it apart and formulated the perfect countermeasure. Still.. nevermind. It's not Punisher that I'm concerned about anyway. It's Knite.
*The man we saw enter a few minutes ago appears at the entrance to the cell. He has placed a mask on and lost the hat and coat. Now dressed in black 3/4 length trousers and a red vest. He looks around the ring, surveying the battleground.*
Dave: Some people might struggle to understand just why though. See the truth is, we've seen nothing of him. There's nothing he wants to do to give anything away.. maybe he's bottled it and doesn't want to show his cowardice on national television... maybe he's become so overly infatuated with his ex-wife that he no longer cares for anything besides her.Maybe he's concocted some master plan that I couldn't even hazard a guess at that's set to assure victory.. the truth is I just don't know. And that's what worries me. He's a rogue element. A stray particle, an anomaly to the quation. Something I really dislike being present in my plans. So how do I counteract this? Simple. Let Milo take care of Punisher whilst I make quick work of Knite before he can get anything off the ground. Those belts belong to us, boys. You know it, we know it and the entire world knows it too. You will return them whence they came and you will do so gracefully or suffer greatly for it.
*A man dressed smartly in a suit pushes past Dave and enters the cage. He stands in the middle of the cell. He raises his hands high in the air as if asking for a silence. An outcry of 'no more bets' can be heard from the resident bookies. Then the man in the center begins to introduce the match.*
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen. Tonight we witness the first ever cage match in our fine establishment. Between two men you all know and we all admire. This match will still undergo the standard rules...
Dave: This is me. We might talk more later.. depending on what this guy can do and what I let him do.
*Dave straps his mask over his head and turns to face the cage.*
Announcer: ...Due to the nature of the match there will be a 30 minute time limit. Now to our combatants. In the red corner... the raging inferno that has swept away countless victims in his wake, I give you, The Amaranth!
*Cheers from the crowd as The Amaranth steps forward into the cage. The cell door behind him is closed and locked.*
"There's something oddly familiar about that guy. Not the size and build or anything.. there's several guys here like that... but this guy.. he carries himself in a way that few men do. Who do I know that has that almost fiery glow about them..."
Announcer: And his opponent... arguably the fastest man in the world. Whos speed and tenacity has seen men overwhelmed even before any match has started. His skin harder than iron, his bones tougher than steel. With an amazing record of absolutely no submissions in his entire history of dark match fighting... i give you, Lightning!
*Dave steps into the ring. He showboats to the crowd as the door behind him is closed and locked once the announcer has exited from the cell. He nods to The Amaranth who nods back but nothing more.*
"Well then.. it's make or break time now. Let's do this thing."
*A bell rings and the two men charge at each other. Amaranth lunges for a clothesline but Dave ducks and takes out the back of his knee. Amaranth drops to one knee before Dave dropkicks the back of his head. Amaranth's face hits the floor. He doesn't stay down like in a wrestling match, he gets right back on his feet. Dave goes for a throat jab but Amaranth grabs the arm and punches him right in the mask. Holding the arm he keeps Dave in prime location for a few more punches.*
"Ow... ow... ow... ow... Ok.. now I'm pissed!!!"
*Dave dodges one of the punches and uses Amaranth's own grip to hip toss him to the ground. He then locks in an armbar, pulling hard on it almost wrenching it from the socket. After a while he rolls out of it keeping the wrist wrapped into a hold that keeps Dave in control. He whips Amaranth at the cell wall but he stops himself before connecting with the metal. Dave follows up with a facebuster style move into the metal. Amaranth staggers back away from the bars as Dave dropkicks him straight into the opposite wall. Amaranth clutches his back in pain. Dave leaps into the air grabbing Amaranth's head in a DDT position. Amaranth keeps himself upright but then Dave kicks off the cell wall sending Amaranth to the ground. He stays down for a few moments this time.*
"You can't be serious... you're letting this guy walk all over you now?!"
"Shut up old man, I know what I'm doing."
"Do you?"
"You think you could do better?"
"Milo... I was trained by the best to be the very worst. Hell yes I do."
"Then go right ahead."
"About *** damn time!"
*Castor places his hands on the ground and pushes himself up. He stands fully upright before circling his head, cracking his neck in the process, limbering up. He looks to Lightning and gestures with one outstretched hand to bring it. Lightning does so and goes into a flurry of strikes. He hits the gut.. but blocked by an elbow. He aims for the head but is deflected by the hand. He goes for a low kick but Castor jumps over it. He follows with a high heel kick but Castor ducks it and when Lightnings gut is exposed he lands a heavy punch sending Lightning crashing backwards into the cell. He's struggling to find breath so Castor takes the time to pick him up Military press style and throws him full on into the cell wall. He crumples into the ground for a brief second but soon after he stands right back up, still struggling for breath. Castor takes hold of him ribbreaker style and rams him several times into the cell wall. He lets him drop to the ground. He stays down for a bit longer this time.*
"See... like that. You're a big guy but that doesn't mean you have to be slow. Use some minor speed and technicality to keep him from burying you and once you have him stunned you go to town on him."
"Ok.. I think i got it."
"That's the last time I'm bailing you out here. This should be your win so you go ahead and take it."
*Milo takes over again and grabs Lightning about the chest area. He lifts him high into the air and crushes him with a bear hug. He calls out for him to submit but every time is met with an answer he doesn't like. After each one he slams Lightning into the cell wall. This goes on for ten minutes... the clubs longest record for being held in a submission. Milo starts to feel tired in his arms with the constant pressure he's applying.*
"Good... he's finally starting to get tired.... if I do this just right I'll be out and free. I don't know how he suddenly kept up with me... but now he's got no chance to keep up."
*Dave chops Amaranth either side of the neck. This causes a spasm that releases the hold. Dave falls to the ground and staggers back as he lands on his feet. He then charges full pelt at Amaranth and spears him hard into the cell wall. Amaranth sits on the ground for a moment regathering his composure. Dave looks at him and can tell that they both need a break. Dave can go without though so he carries on. He grabs Amaranth by the head and pulls him to his feet. He then takes a hold of his arm and whips him full pelt across the ring. This time Amaranth is unable to stop himself and he hits the cell full on. Dave, meanwhile has actually started climbing the cage much to the crowd's enjoyment. As Amaranth staggers back Dave flies and catches Amaranth around the head. He nails a tornado DDT into the floor. Both men stay down and the crowd begin counting the double count out. In this world it's not just to ten though, this one goes to thirty. They make it to 20 before either of them starts moving but by 25 both men are up. Amaranth sluggishly starts flinging lefts and rights but Dave is easily able to dodge and counter.*
"This is all mine now. He can't touch me... problem is.. how do I keep him down?"
*Suddenly, while distracted with his own thought, Dave is caught by another haymaker to the gut. This completely knocks the wind and speed out of him. The pair of them start trading blows strength against strength. Dave is outmatched in the worst way possible and is forced to concede that this match might not end anytime soon.
The minutes pass and hit after hit neither man will give up or tap out. This brutal environment has taken everything both men had to offer tonight and still they carry on regardless. Finally the timer is called and the match called to a draw.*
Announcer: This is a first ladies and gentlemen. For the first time ever... in our very first cell match we have a tie! Therefore I give you your winners and still undefeated champions of the club... Amaranth and Lightning!!
"God dammit!!"
"God dammit!!"
Dave: Hey... good fight. You've got a really strong arm on you there.
Milo: Thanks... yeah you've got a tough streak in you that I've only seen very very occasionally. You ever thought about going into professional wrestling?
Dave: Funny you should say that, I am actually a professional wrestler. I work over at nCw.
Milo: Really? That's strange I work there too. Don't remember seeing anyone like you in the ring though.
*There's a moment of startling realisation that spreads across Dave's face*
Dave: ...... Milo?
Milo: That's right, Milo Holland.
"You idiot."
*Dave takes off the mask and then Milo suddenly figures out what's gone on*
Milo: ........ Oh........ I guess that makes sense.
Dave: Come on.. let's get you out that ridiculous outfit. You look like an overgrown mexican.
*The two men exit the ring, Dave with his arm draped across Milo's shoulders*
Milo: Me?... what about you with that jumpsuit?
Dave: Hey! I'll have you know this is the height of fashion in japanese wrestling!
Milo: Yeah.. when? 1980?
Dave: Shut up! Ah well.. we've got this match in the bag.
Milo: Yeah... I mean if we can't beat each other... who the hell can?!
*The pair laugh as the scene fades to black. Two warriors leaving the battlefield with a heightened respect for each other that can come only from combat. An understanding that can come only from conflict... and a match in a cell that can come only from the harshest of both. This sunday the Brothers go once more unto the breach to reclaim what was lost... and they'll win. You watch and see.*
Dave: Yeah, Mel I gotta do this. I know the match is only three days away but after the mental conditioning you set up I figured it was a good ieda to sort out some physical conditioning..... No I'm not going to get myself hurt I'll be back in no time. I know the people here, I know the competition and I can handle them all with little difficulty.... The point, then, of going through this is to acclimatise myself with the cell. Get used to being caged in.. with all the hazards and opportunities that doing so entails....... No I know you're concerned but listen, Milo's off finding some fight club to acclimatise himself in and I've come to this one.. we have to do this. I'll be back once I'm all done here ok?...... Something to tell me?... Can it wait?.... It's important huh? Is it good news or bad news..... y'know what? Nevermind. If it's bad news I'll still be flying from being recrowned tag champions to care... if it's good.. it'll make the high all the sweeter. You tell me on sunday right? Ok..... I love you care bear.
*He hangs up the phone and places it inside the locker before taking out something and closing the door. He locks it and examines the mask he removed. It's silver with gold lightning bolts down the side.*
Dave: God I hate wearing this thing. Ah well.. it's all part of the gimmick... and gimmicks are fun in moderation.
*Dave doesn't put it on yet but walks to the opposite side of the hall, the far side of the cage to be exact. When he gets there he spots the nCw camera focussed on him.*
Dave: Ah.. I guess you found out my little secret. My home away from my home away from home. See sometimes I need to exert some anger. Burying it down inside is just all too much for some people. Since last month when I thought my dad was a liar for no good reason outside of psycopathic tendencies I got angry with him. That anger was being directed the wrong way and that made me lose sight of things.. lose touch and that's why we lost at Mind Games. Since then I've been coming here. Milo's come with me on some occasions but most of the time I come alone. I've built up quite the reputation here. I'm vicious.. i'm fast and I'm unrelenting. That's why they call me Lightning. I never strike twice because once is enough. These boys are great fun.. they'll give me a good fight but I know I can whoop them ten ways from sunday. There's talk they got someone special set up for me but I've not seen anyone unexpected yet.
*As Dave carries on talking we see a large man wearing a wide brimmed hat and 3/4 length black coat appear at the door. He looks around before moving off to the lockers himself. Dave is unaware his opponent just walked in*
Dave: But in the meantime I guess we've got some time to talk right? Because I've got a few questions that I'm intruiged to understand about my opponents for this sunday. There's One guy... Punisher... who has been vocal about his respect for us and his appreciating the sheer quality that's walking into this match... and yet what has he done? Put a kid in a sharpshooter for no real reason other than a mild case of disrespect but hey.. Punisher.. you're a professional wrestler. People are going to question aspects about you all the time. There's geeks at home right now recording these words I'm saying and analysing each and every syllable for some kind of hidden meaning that might give away something about match rigging or some dirty little secret I've been trying to hide. As far as I know there aren't any.. so sorry boys but you'll have to analyse someone else. But yes, anyway.. the opponents. That aside he's done a light spot of jogging in Grand Cayman and... what? Nothing that we've seen. That's probably a smart move. If he'd shown more of his training I could've picked it apart and formulated the perfect countermeasure. Still.. nevermind. It's not Punisher that I'm concerned about anyway. It's Knite.
*The man we saw enter a few minutes ago appears at the entrance to the cell. He has placed a mask on and lost the hat and coat. Now dressed in black 3/4 length trousers and a red vest. He looks around the ring, surveying the battleground.*
Dave: Some people might struggle to understand just why though. See the truth is, we've seen nothing of him. There's nothing he wants to do to give anything away.. maybe he's bottled it and doesn't want to show his cowardice on national television... maybe he's become so overly infatuated with his ex-wife that he no longer cares for anything besides her.Maybe he's concocted some master plan that I couldn't even hazard a guess at that's set to assure victory.. the truth is I just don't know. And that's what worries me. He's a rogue element. A stray particle, an anomaly to the quation. Something I really dislike being present in my plans. So how do I counteract this? Simple. Let Milo take care of Punisher whilst I make quick work of Knite before he can get anything off the ground. Those belts belong to us, boys. You know it, we know it and the entire world knows it too. You will return them whence they came and you will do so gracefully or suffer greatly for it.
*A man dressed smartly in a suit pushes past Dave and enters the cage. He stands in the middle of the cell. He raises his hands high in the air as if asking for a silence. An outcry of 'no more bets' can be heard from the resident bookies. Then the man in the center begins to introduce the match.*
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen. Tonight we witness the first ever cage match in our fine establishment. Between two men you all know and we all admire. This match will still undergo the standard rules...
Dave: This is me. We might talk more later.. depending on what this guy can do and what I let him do.
*Dave straps his mask over his head and turns to face the cage.*
Announcer: ...Due to the nature of the match there will be a 30 minute time limit. Now to our combatants. In the red corner... the raging inferno that has swept away countless victims in his wake, I give you, The Amaranth!
*Cheers from the crowd as The Amaranth steps forward into the cage. The cell door behind him is closed and locked.*
"There's something oddly familiar about that guy. Not the size and build or anything.. there's several guys here like that... but this guy.. he carries himself in a way that few men do. Who do I know that has that almost fiery glow about them..."
Announcer: And his opponent... arguably the fastest man in the world. Whos speed and tenacity has seen men overwhelmed even before any match has started. His skin harder than iron, his bones tougher than steel. With an amazing record of absolutely no submissions in his entire history of dark match fighting... i give you, Lightning!
*Dave steps into the ring. He showboats to the crowd as the door behind him is closed and locked once the announcer has exited from the cell. He nods to The Amaranth who nods back but nothing more.*
"Well then.. it's make or break time now. Let's do this thing."
*A bell rings and the two men charge at each other. Amaranth lunges for a clothesline but Dave ducks and takes out the back of his knee. Amaranth drops to one knee before Dave dropkicks the back of his head. Amaranth's face hits the floor. He doesn't stay down like in a wrestling match, he gets right back on his feet. Dave goes for a throat jab but Amaranth grabs the arm and punches him right in the mask. Holding the arm he keeps Dave in prime location for a few more punches.*
"Ow... ow... ow... ow... Ok.. now I'm pissed!!!"
*Dave dodges one of the punches and uses Amaranth's own grip to hip toss him to the ground. He then locks in an armbar, pulling hard on it almost wrenching it from the socket. After a while he rolls out of it keeping the wrist wrapped into a hold that keeps Dave in control. He whips Amaranth at the cell wall but he stops himself before connecting with the metal. Dave follows up with a facebuster style move into the metal. Amaranth staggers back away from the bars as Dave dropkicks him straight into the opposite wall. Amaranth clutches his back in pain. Dave leaps into the air grabbing Amaranth's head in a DDT position. Amaranth keeps himself upright but then Dave kicks off the cell wall sending Amaranth to the ground. He stays down for a few moments this time.*
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"You can't be serious... you're letting this guy walk all over you now?!"
"Shut up old man, I know what I'm doing."
"Do you?"
"You think you could do better?"
"Milo... I was trained by the best to be the very worst. Hell yes I do."
"Then go right ahead."
"About *** damn time!"
*Castor places his hands on the ground and pushes himself up. He stands fully upright before circling his head, cracking his neck in the process, limbering up. He looks to Lightning and gestures with one outstretched hand to bring it. Lightning does so and goes into a flurry of strikes. He hits the gut.. but blocked by an elbow. He aims for the head but is deflected by the hand. He goes for a low kick but Castor jumps over it. He follows with a high heel kick but Castor ducks it and when Lightnings gut is exposed he lands a heavy punch sending Lightning crashing backwards into the cell. He's struggling to find breath so Castor takes the time to pick him up Military press style and throws him full on into the cell wall. He crumples into the ground for a brief second but soon after he stands right back up, still struggling for breath. Castor takes hold of him ribbreaker style and rams him several times into the cell wall. He lets him drop to the ground. He stays down for a bit longer this time.*
"See... like that. You're a big guy but that doesn't mean you have to be slow. Use some minor speed and technicality to keep him from burying you and once you have him stunned you go to town on him."
"Ok.. I think i got it."
"That's the last time I'm bailing you out here. This should be your win so you go ahead and take it."
*Milo takes over again and grabs Lightning about the chest area. He lifts him high into the air and crushes him with a bear hug. He calls out for him to submit but every time is met with an answer he doesn't like. After each one he slams Lightning into the cell wall. This goes on for ten minutes... the clubs longest record for being held in a submission. Milo starts to feel tired in his arms with the constant pressure he's applying.*
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"Good... he's finally starting to get tired.... if I do this just right I'll be out and free. I don't know how he suddenly kept up with me... but now he's got no chance to keep up."
*Dave chops Amaranth either side of the neck. This causes a spasm that releases the hold. Dave falls to the ground and staggers back as he lands on his feet. He then charges full pelt at Amaranth and spears him hard into the cell wall. Amaranth sits on the ground for a moment regathering his composure. Dave looks at him and can tell that they both need a break. Dave can go without though so he carries on. He grabs Amaranth by the head and pulls him to his feet. He then takes a hold of his arm and whips him full pelt across the ring. This time Amaranth is unable to stop himself and he hits the cell full on. Dave, meanwhile has actually started climbing the cage much to the crowd's enjoyment. As Amaranth staggers back Dave flies and catches Amaranth around the head. He nails a tornado DDT into the floor. Both men stay down and the crowd begin counting the double count out. In this world it's not just to ten though, this one goes to thirty. They make it to 20 before either of them starts moving but by 25 both men are up. Amaranth sluggishly starts flinging lefts and rights but Dave is easily able to dodge and counter.*
"This is all mine now. He can't touch me... problem is.. how do I keep him down?"
*Suddenly, while distracted with his own thought, Dave is caught by another haymaker to the gut. This completely knocks the wind and speed out of him. The pair of them start trading blows strength against strength. Dave is outmatched in the worst way possible and is forced to concede that this match might not end anytime soon.
The minutes pass and hit after hit neither man will give up or tap out. This brutal environment has taken everything both men had to offer tonight and still they carry on regardless. Finally the timer is called and the match called to a draw.*
Announcer: This is a first ladies and gentlemen. For the first time ever... in our very first cell match we have a tie! Therefore I give you your winners and still undefeated champions of the club... Amaranth and Lightning!!
"God dammit!!"
"God dammit!!"
Dave: Hey... good fight. You've got a really strong arm on you there.
Milo: Thanks... yeah you've got a tough streak in you that I've only seen very very occasionally. You ever thought about going into professional wrestling?
Dave: Funny you should say that, I am actually a professional wrestler. I work over at nCw.
Milo: Really? That's strange I work there too. Don't remember seeing anyone like you in the ring though.
*There's a moment of startling realisation that spreads across Dave's face*
Dave: ...... Milo?
Milo: That's right, Milo Holland.
"You idiot."
*Dave takes off the mask and then Milo suddenly figures out what's gone on*
Milo: ........ Oh........ I guess that makes sense.
Dave: Come on.. let's get you out that ridiculous outfit. You look like an overgrown mexican.
*The two men exit the ring, Dave with his arm draped across Milo's shoulders*
Milo: Me?... what about you with that jumpsuit?
Dave: Hey! I'll have you know this is the height of fashion in japanese wrestling!
Milo: Yeah.. when? 1980?
Dave: Shut up! Ah well.. we've got this match in the bag.
Milo: Yeah... I mean if we can't beat each other... who the hell can?!
*The pair laugh as the scene fades to black. Two warriors leaving the battlefield with a heightened respect for each other that can come only from combat. An understanding that can come only from conflict... and a match in a cell that can come only from the harshest of both. This sunday the Brothers go once more unto the breach to reclaim what was lost... and they'll win. You watch and see.*
