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Razzle Dazzle in the Club; There's no happy ending.
Topic Started: Aug 13 2012, 06:39 AM (184 Views)
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PART ONE: THE SHOOT

Romeo sits in front of a camera he has set up on a tri pod. He's wearing a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt. He claps his hands and rubs them together, before taking in a deep breath to begin this promotional web video.

Romeo "Well Stall talk about a complete switcharoo with momentum huh? I mean before the debut of New Era's New Main Event, you were on quite the winning streak. We may have both beaten Jack Erickson but some out there seem to think you might have done it a bit more convincingly than me. Or perhaps you softened him up for me and that's the only reason I won. You and your group of Genesis buddies have been tearing up the entire roster and I was beginning to wonder what I could do to put a stop to it. But who'd have guessed your ego would get in the way of things."

Romeo leans back in his seat, and puts the heel of his foot on his knee. He takes a much more comfortable and casual position as he can't help but laugh.

Romeo "I mean come on man, for weeks now you've been calling out Bombtrack. I didn't quite understand it myself, in my eyes you didn't have to prove anything to anybody. But you insisted on calling out Bombtrack, bitching and moaning until you got what you wanted. You didn't seem to show Bombtrack the respect he deserves. And no not as a human being, I'm far from ready to forgive some of the things that guy has done. But as a competitor and a wrestler, Bombtrack is as dangerous as they come. So tell me James, how big must your ego be that you felt you could juggle a match with him and a North American Championship match with me?


Romeo scratches his head, trying to figure out what James was thinking.

Romeo "I might not always seem like the most confident guy on the roster, but am I so low on your priorities that you found time to steal Bombtrack's spotlight. I'm sorry, I meant TRIED to steal Bombtrack's spotlight. And don't tell me about how you were completely focused on him at New Main Event. Yeah ya put on a hell of a match, or should I say fight. You two put a hurting on one another and you never stopped trying to win, but I know somewhere in the back of your head you were thinking about me. You were thinking about the North American Championship that you currently hold hostage, and you were thinking about our match at Vindication 3.


Romeo snaps his fingers and smiles, as he comes up with a theory for Stall's recent choices.

Romeo "Was that your motivation all along James? Were ya thinking if you could beat Bombtrack convincingly that you'd get the necessary momentum to steamroll over me at V3? I gotta say if that was your goal then your plan backfired and it backfired hard. See now all the people who were counting me out of this match are starting to wonder if I learned anything from watching Bombtrack beat you. And James don't be an idiot, I did watch your match with Bombtrack. And maybe Christmas came early for me because Bombtrack gave me the perfect guide on how to walk out of V3 the North American Champion.


Romeo smiles for a brief second, but it quickly fades when he thinks of all the punishment James endured. He remembers just how violent the match between James and Bombtrack was, and he begins to wonder if he's capable of bringing that kind of hurt to James himself.

Romeo "There is one thing you've succeeded at already James. You've taken away any possibility for me to walk out of V3 with my head held high. All the fans think I'm excited about this upcoming match, anxious to put an end to this feud. They're half right James, I do look forward to ending whatever beef we have with one another. Settling the score once and for all. But I sure as hell don't look forward to facing you, and definitely not in a match where anything goes.


Romeo begins to pop his knuckles, and his eyes shift from left to right. He's looking everywhere except the camera.

Romeo "I know this match is just up your alley James. You've never had a problem with hitting somebody with a weapon. Breaking the rules comes as naturally to you as breathing doesn't it James? And you don't have a conscience holding you back. If you were to break my neck and end my career you wouldn't even think twice about it. I'd be just another notch on your belt. Well hate to bust your bubble James but I'm not exactly thrilled with the idea of putting anyone in the hospital. Even the guy who used a sledgehammer to assault two of my best friends."


Finally Romeo makes eye contact with the camera, as the sound of a door opening and closing is heard in the background.

Romeo "But I only see myself with two options here James. Option one, I stick by my morals. I do my best to stick by whatever rules would be placed during a regular match. I concentrate on pinning your shoulders to the mat or catching you in a quick submission, and compete just to win. I've replayed the scenario over and over in my head, and every single time it ends with you kicking my ass, and walking out the North American Champion. Hell in most of the scenarios I don't even walk out at all."


Romeo takes in a deep breath, holds the air in his lungs for a minute, then exhales.

Romeo "So I'll be going with option two. I go into that dark place that only you can make me go to James. I forget that the North American Championship is on the line, I forget that I'm trying to win, and I just show up to hurt you. I hit you with anything and everything I can get my hands on. I don't put you in a submission to get you to tap out. No James, if I catch you in a submission it's to put you through as much pain as I can. And I don't try to pin your shoulders to the mat for the count of three. I try to lay you flat on your back, broken and battered so that you can't even pick yourself up off the mat. Even with this option I still see my chances of winning being fifty-fifty. But just in case I do walk out victorious, and get my hand raised high with the North American Championship in my hands I need you to know one thing. There is no happy ending for me James. Whether its you or it's me walking out as champion, I'll never be the same guy coming out of that match as I am going in."

Another sound is heard off camera, a squeaking sound. Like somebody walking on a hardwood floor. Then we hear a familiar voice from off screen,

Raw "Dude what is up with this depressing no happy ending shit! You sound more depressing than the offspring of a Nightmare and Jimmy Helmsley butt sex baby."


Romeo looks up at Raw, and while there were so many things wrong with what he said, he can't help but smile.

Raw "And dude what is with those threads? I told you we were going out tonight, and when you're in the club you gotta shine. Why you ask, because your a diamond now baby!"


The camera fades to black, but only temporarily, because this story isn't over quite yet...

PART TWO: RIDING IN STYLE

The scene opens up with all of Diamonds in the Club riding in the back of a stretch limo. Raw Randy Altzer is wearing a custom made Armani suit. Jack is also styling in a sparkling silk shirt and designer jeans. Romeo has tried his best to look the part, but his outfit looks exactly like Michael Jackson from Thriller. He's even got on the matching red pants! While the three guys seem to be in mid conversation, their eyes all seem to keep wandering towards their only female member Tabitha Lowe. It seems Raw was unable to convince her to dress up, as she sits at the back of the limo in a white wife beater tank top and a short leather mini skirt. Short enough that all three male members of Diamonds in the Club can't help but take a sneak peek up it while T-Lo sits bow legged downing miniature bottles of booze.

T-Lo "Fuck Yeah it's like having a designated driver and a mini bar all at once!"

T-Lo lets out a loud belch, then finally crosses her legs, which allows her male partners to finally concentrate on their conversation instead of T-Lo's no-no spot.

Raw "So Ro-Ro, Jack's been living this lifestyle a while but I figure we still gotta break you in. Ya see right now we are the four most important people in New Era Wrestling, and we damned well better act like it!"


Jack Erickson coughs, then points to a bent up steel chair that is laying away from the rest.

Jack "Let's not forget about ole Betsy over here!"


Raw nods and smiles, as Romeo looks on confused, and T=Lo continues to pour liquor down her throat.

Raw "Perception is reality. If we act like we are the greatest thing since french toast then people will start to think we are the best. And when people think you are the best, well then that means you are the best. Do you follow me so far Ro-Ro?"


Romeo "Sorry bro, I kinda lost you at french toast."


Raw shakes his head and opens his mouth to continue to lecture Romeo, but no words come out. His eyes wander off again, and soon Jack and Romeo's eyes wander as well. It all makes sense soon enough, when the camera notices T-Lo has once again uncrossed her legs. While the camera can't quite see anything, it's pretty clear everyone else in the limo could easily tell you what color undies T-Lo had on. At the end of the day whether you're the world champ, a former tag team specialist whose best friend is a steel chair, or a man whose catchphrase is Razzle Dazzle, at the end of the day boys will be boys. The camera begins to fade, but not for long, because this isn't the end of this story either...

PART THREE: RAZZLE DAZZLE IN THE CLUB

This scene opens up with the three guys sitting up high in the VIP section of a local New York Club. They look down at the masses of people dancing below, among them being T-Lo who by now is not just drunk, but completely shit faced. Erickson has Betsy under his arm, and is offering the steel chair a sip of his drink. Raw has his arm around Romeo's neck, as it seems he isn't done trying to fill Romeo in on the secrets of being a diamond.

Raw "another problem you have, is you seem to think your opponent deserves the same amount of attention as you do. For example, did you see Spencer Riggs and his piece of shit of a promo?


Romeo "Yeah, he said something about you just being in the right place at the right time. I thought for sure you'd call him a hyrpcrite considering he's only in this match because he came back around the same time as The London Brawl. That match in general is designed so anybody can gain a world title shot regardless of what they've done for this company."


Raw laughs and shakes his head, as if he were listening to a small child tell him the sky was green.

Raw "Ya got it all wrong Romeo. If I had repeated what Spencer had said, then it would have verified that what Spencer says matters. Instead of insulting Spencer and his pretty words, or his philosophy on life in general I just kept things simple. I told everyone what he says doesn't matter, and therefore it doesn't. I took away all his thunder by treating him like a bitch, and as long as people perceive him as being a bitch, then that's all he'll ever be."


Romeo "So, you are saying I should call James Stall a bitch?"

Raw smiles and takes his arm off of Romeo just so he can high five himself.

Raw "Now you're getting it Ro-Ro. You show that bitch Stall too much respect. He's nothing but a second rate wrestler in some second rate group. He doesn't have half the swagger as you do Romeo. That Razzle Dazzle thing is grade A genius man. Do you realize how many fine ass bitches I see at New events rocking your Razzle Dazzle shirts?


Romeo begins to blush, and he tries to find his way out of this awkward conversation but lucky for him Jack breaks things up.

Jack "What's that Betsy?


Jack holds the chair up to his ear, then nods.

Jack "Betsy says she needs to tinkle. I'll catch up with you guys in a bit."

And just like that Jack and Betsy leave the VIP area. Romeo moves over a bit, creating enough distance between him and RAW that the world champ can't put his arm around him anymore. But that's just fine by RAW, who now seems preoccupied checking out a hot cocktail waitress. Raw even waves over towards the waitress, who walks over to see if he needs another drink.

Waitress "Can I help you sir?


Raw "Yeah, you can start by getting on your knees and giving the champ a good time."


Romeo shakes his head, not approving of RAW's treatment towards the waitress. The waitress rolls her eyes, but doesn't respond because insulting a VIP usually ends in somebody being fired.

Waitress "If you actually need a drink just let me know."


The waitress turns around and RAW slaps her ass. Romeo leans close and asks RAW a question.

Romeo "Bro do you treat every woman like that?"


Raw "Only the ones I'm trying to fuck."


Romeo "So, what about Tabby"


Raw scratches his head for a moment, not sure who Romeo is even talking about.

Raw "Who the fuck is Tabby!?"


Romeo "Ya know, Tabitha... T-Lo."


The light bulb goes off in Raw's head, and he shakes his head no.

Raw "Listen that girl is ten kinds of fine, but sexing her up could complicate things with the group. Besides Jack says she's a clepto. He's been bitchin about some jacket she allegedly stole from him for weeks now."


Romeo first smiles when he hears Raw hasn't hooked up with T-Lo, but quickly frowns when Jack's name is mentioned.

Romeo "Oh so she's with Jack then?"


Again Raw lets out a laugh, as if Romeo said something that made absolutely no sense.

Raw "I don't think so bro. Jackie boy could get any girl he wanted if it weren't for that blasted chair. Last time I tried to throw him a chick he told me Betsy would get jealous."


The smile returns on Romeo's face.

Romeo "Oh, so she's single?"


Raw "Ask her yourself bro, here she comes!"


Raw points over towards R-Lo, who is staggering closer to them with a bottle in her hand. She turns the bottle upside down but it's empty. In anger she throws the bottle on the ground, and Romeo waits for the club owner to show up and kick them out. But to his surprise all that happens is some poor cocktail waitress showing up to clean up the mess. Before Romeo can wrap his head on just how big him and DiTC might be outside of the world of wrestling, T-Lo has stumbled towards them, and takes a seat on Romeo's lap.

T-Lo "Hey I remember you. You're that guy who pissed in a cup for me right!?


Romeo goes to answer but T-Lo cuts him off, not interested in hearing him talk.

T-Lo "good you can help me out again. It seems all the assholes in this club can't dance worth a fuck! So you're gonna come down to the dance floor with me ."


Romeo tries to resist, but T-Lo is having none of it. As she gets up and pulls him out of his seat. She begins dragging him away from RAW and towards the dance floor as RAW smiles and gives Romeo a thumbs up.

Raw "GET YOU SOME ROMEO! SHOW HER YOUR RAZZLE DAZZLE!"


Once again the camera begins to fade, but this time for good. As for the time being, this story has come to an end...

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