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M13.5: Shooting Off Greatness; Gunnar Wuher segment
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Topic Started: Aug 15 2009, 11:46 PM (673 Views)
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Caje
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Aug 15 2009, 11:46 PM
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IT'S STILL REAL TO ME DAMMIT!
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The following is for Gunnar Wuher:
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Pimpdizzle
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Aug 30 2009, 04:43 PM
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The Berserker
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well iif this dats still here, my admin powers intact o ya aaaaaand fcuking Dickhead doing nothing about this I'm going to vent. iif this stays up more than 5 mintues I'll be shocked.
Let me start off by saying this dats a testiment to my true feelings towards everyone mentioned below. This dats a straight shoot, o ya aaaaaand goddammit it's been brewing for some time now.
I'm going to start of o ya aaaaaand thank every single one of you motherfuckers that have stuck on my side of things in this. You understand where I'm coming from o ya aaaaaand what I could potentially be doing. I'm just going to list names here o ya aaaaaand fcuking rant about each of you
teh GREATEST MAN WHO EVER LIVED/NOX/Blaze/Kage/Daydream/Fox(Rookies) -
I LOVE YOU GUYS. teh new school of PRW coming in o ya aaaaaand totally taking it to teh house. I'd like to see you all stay.
Tony/Falco/Sebby/Souljah-
teh four boys who've stood by me that have fallen away. I miss you all.
Occult-
Quit being a post whore. Your famous for that in my book o ya aaaaaand it makes more enemies than friends. Your lucha knowledge dats off teh charts o ya aaaaaand I'd love to see more of your stuff. But goddamn a 24:01 post isn't teh most condusive to friendly RPing. Look at myself o ya aaaaaand Logan's matches for that.
Logan-
Nice match, I couldn't believe I was reading two different people. I should of won though, I had you. More on that later
Jabba teh Hutt-
You, are singlemost teh biggest Prick here. o ya aaaaaand I love you for it. fcuking a great opponent, o ya aaaaaand well you took me to another level. Thanks. Fucker.
Heidi-
You know I love you hun. Thanks for teh summer o ya aaaaaand keep talking to me.
Everyone that wants to see Heidi's Tits.
Fuck off.
Aries-
Fuck you. You apathetic bastard. You couldn't follow through with a match iif you fcuking tried. "Unmotivated" my ass. You just think it's fcuking above you to fcuking post here. Your match with Drake being an example. You'd rather smoke a bowl out of a N64 controller than actually play this game. I'm fcuking bitter as hell you stood me up for 3 months o ya aaaaaand then no-showed our match because you weren't interested. iif you want a real fcuking challenge you should of done something sooner. I loved teh fact we tagged but you were always teh one I had to fuck stick a stick up your ass to post in teh match.
Russ-
Egocentric "I'm just going to play music now" fuck. When he ran this feces it was a booking hell. teh SINGLE REASON I DIDN'T GET teh COMMISH SPOT IN 06/7. Bastard dats retired now so I'll stop wasting my time
Lion-
Mr. "I got bored o ya aaaaaand decided to go to New Zealand". Dude your a political genius. Your wasting your time in Psych o ya aaaaaand you should post here more. Gigantic douche for dicking me over not only around new years (I should of been champ) but also AT teh END OF 2008 WHEN teh bored WAS DYING WHO WAS teh ONLY ONE RUNNING THIS GODDAMN SHOW?
ME ME ME ME
o ya aaaaaand HOW MUCH PRAISE DID I GET? DID I GET LEADER OF teh YEAR THAT YEAR? FUCK NO! IM EXPECTED TO KEEP THIS PLACE RUNNING YOU UNGRATEFUL FUCKS.
You owe me a match. o ya aaaaaand I owe you a "L" in your stats.
HMH-
"I'm quitting writing about botchfest about 4 1/2 years"
Another "I just got bored."
You two ran this fcuking show in 07 o ya aaaaaand then got bored with each other to see that there wasn't a fcuking challenge here. There dats. o ya aaaaaand it's me. o ya aaaaaand teh GREATEST MAN WHO EVER LIVED. o ya aaaaaand Logan. Flaky motherfucker thought it'd be better to wrestle in SIBERIA in a normal E-FED to sooth his boredom.
Unfaithful bastard.
Hans-
I FORGOT ABOUT YOU. This fuck ran teh first bored I ever RP'd on. PRW was my second home. I was originally on AWR back in teh early part of 05. God I sucked. Thanks for teh memories o ya aaaaaand watch out for Shatterback
Godfather-
You know, you remind me of my Great Aunt. She's nearly exactly like you, without teh manwhorish tendencies o ya aaaaaand she doesn't drink. I hope you can forgive me for having you barely represented here.
o ya aaaaaand lemme guess... You'd give me teh 1.2.3. iif you were here right? Preventing all this?
Too late pal.
Enjoy teh Scotch.
IQ-
Enjoy your Admin spot. Don't abuse it.
Dickhead-
Finally.
YOUVE FUCKED ME FOR teh LAST TIME YOU SICK SONOVABITCH. I DON'T CARE YOU JUST GOT INTO AN ACCIDENT o ya aaaaaand YOUR GIRLFRIEND LOOKS LIKE HELL. YOU WALK IN o ya aaaaaand TELL ME "OH I WANT teh MATCH LONGER. YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH TO WIN I SWEAR I JUST WANT TO SEE teh MATCH GOING ON LONGER"
o ya aaaaaand THEN LOGAN GOES OFF o ya aaaaaand POST OF DOOM'S ME o ya aaaaaand LOOK AT WHAT HAPPENS. I GET A 1..2...3 BECAUSE OF ANOTHER fcuking DEADLINE. YOU ARE teh ONE WHO'S fcuking NEVER HERE TO RP, NEVER HERE TO DO ANYTHING BUT SIT IN YOUR HIGH CHAIR o ya aaaaaand BITCH TO teh REST OF teh ADMINS HOW MUCH OF A LOOSE CANNON I AM.
WELL YOU'LL SEE. YOU'LL ALL SEE. TRY TYPING A DECENT POST IN teh NEXT FEW WEEKS. TRY DOING ANYTHING WITHOUT HAVING IT BE FUCKED WITH. YOU'VE ALL FUCKED WITH ME. NOW IT'S MY TURN.
BECAUSE I AM teh AXE MAN, teh PATRON SAINT OF RE-ARRANGING YOUR FACE, PILEDRIVIN' VIKING.
I AM GUNNAR WUHER.
I AM FOR REAL.
o ya aaaaaand PRW... I'm going to
FUCK YOU UP.
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Mr. Bucks
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Aug 31 2009, 11:34 PM
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OOC: How's this for a decent post? BIC;
$Upon the conclusion of Gunnar's post-match tirade, the lights dim, save for a single spotlight shining down on the stage. By now, Logan has already made his way to the back, and when Gunnar's eyes adjust he clearly makes out the figure of none other than Bill Bucks, who is seen slowly clapping unenthusiastically. He sports a smarmy grin and his best suit, the same suit he wore during the original formation of the firm. The smarks keeping track of that kind of crap already know something big is about to happen, but for the casual fan at home, Brunswick and Smith make the introduction.$
Brunswick: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Bucks' first appearance on PRW tv in almost half a year!
Smith: Yeah, I wonder what's up? He hasn't shown his face since Nahiro Koga took over!
$From the pocket of his Armani suit jacket, Mr. Bucks unsheathes a golden microphone, which he puts to his mouth as Queensryche's “Money” dies out. The lighting returns to normal.$
Bucks: Oh, bravo, Gunnar. Bravo. For a moment, I thought you were speaking for the well being of the federation. But of course, that isn't the case. You see, Gunnar, I've been following you, as well as all of the other PRW superstars since the day I took my leave. I have to say, I'm quite disappointed. Nobody is about making me money anymore. Buyrates may be going up, but work ethic sure as hell isn't. Superstars are arriving late to shows, if they even show up, and every time a seasoned veteran doesn't get their way they suddenly catch ill or get busy with side projects and take their ball home with them. Well, it's costing me money, and I've had enough! Gunnar, it's high time I come back to this money pit and make it worth something again. But I can't do it alone. Gunnar, in order to set things right around here, it's going to take work. It's going to take an army. It's going to take... a bit of order.
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-The crowd rises in a bustle of commotion as a hooded figure comes from the crowd, hopping the barricade. The figure pushes the ring announcer out of his seat atop a metal folding chair and takes it into his hands before sliding into the ring behind Gunnar, pushing to his feet with the weapon of choice in his hand. Just stalking Gunnar like a viper, the crowd gets louder and louder, urging the Viking to turn around. Heading the advice of the supposedly "adoring" public, Wuher turns around and looks deep into the eyes of the hooded figure, and looks at him, almost shocked.-
Gunnar: You!?...But...but I mentored you....I raised you when you had no direction! I made you!
-Pulling off the hood, the figure reveals himself to be Alex LeBlanc, the former Television Champion and current Tag Champion causing the crowd to audibly gasp. A sick and twisted smile etched on his face, Alex mouths "TIMES UP!" an obvious reference to the "Countdown Clock" he had made reference to earlier in the week. Lifting the chair high into the air, the Canadian Wolf comes crashing down upon the head of the Patron Saint of Re-arranging Your Face, busting him open the hard-way and sending him limp to the canvas. Spiking the chair, Alex gets a capacity crowd to boo him incessantly, LeBlanc reveling in their hatred. -
-Kneeling down beneath the broken down body of Wuher, the Viking reaching up toward Alex, trying to grab his face, LeBlanc slaps his hand away as Gunnar continues to ask "WHY?!?". Grabbing the wounded Viking's chin, LeBlanc screams at him and berates him, leaning in closely.-
Alex: You may have nursed the snake back to health, Gunnar, and raised him until he was ready to go back into the wild...but the fact remains...I was ALWAYS A SNAKE...
-The last few words leaving his tongue, Alex raises his fist and begins to pummel the Viking, looking toward the back, urging what seems to be a partner to come from the back.-
(Written by LeBlanc)
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$Almost immediately, LeBlanc is joined not by Joey Nox, but instead another figure! The fans look on in shock as the man, uncloaked and easily recognizable, slides into the ring. Not far behind is his female associate, who carries his belt on her shoulder as she makes a sad attempt to keep up in high heels.$
Brunswick: My God, what's going on?! These two men absolutely hate each other!
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And now a mortal enemy of Gunnar Wuher takes his turn amongst the vicious beat down of the Piledrivin’ Viking as Hutton Brown begins directing the traffic around him. Alex LeBlanc grabs Wuher under the armpits and begin to drag the beaten and bloodied man to his feet while Brown turns his attention to a party outside of the squared circle. Stepping to the ropes Kayla Swanson hands The Rated X Superstar the Rated X Championship, Brown taking the gold belt back to the center of the ring as LeBlanc holds Gunnar ready. Smirking at Wuher, the Viking’s eyes hardly focused enough to recognize Hutton; The Ultimate Opportunist drops his coveted championship to the mat before taking hold of Gunnar and overhooks each of his arms. Pivoting around one hundred and eighty degrees, the blood from Gunnar’s face slowly drips down upon the solid gold title belt below him, the Rated X Superstar emblem the last thing Wuher would see. Dropping straight down into a seated position, Hutton Brown drops the Viking straight down with an Inverted Double Underhook Facebuster, Blacklight.
Brunswick: Enough is enough already! Someone has to get out here and stop this!
Smith: No one is going to bother interfering Josh. With this kind of power in the ring, no one in the back would stand a chance.
Gunnar’s head bounces off the gold belt once before coming back down to rest upon the Rated X Championship, his eyes closed and his brains scrambled. Bucks claps hardily as he crosses the apron and enters the squared circle; looking down with a grin upon the defeated form of Gunnar Wuher. He spreads his arms out at the superstars in the ring as the fans continue to boo the action taking place following the main event of the night. Yet Mr. Bucks doesn’t yet seem finished with this display, as he raises his microphone once again only to be stopped by Brown. Hutton moves to the ropes and takes another microphone from a tech before stepping back in front of PRW’s CEO.
Hutton: Mr. Bucks please, allow me.
Bucks scratches his chin for a moment before slowly opening his arms, giving The Rated X Superstar the go-ahead to continue. His smile growing wider by the second, Hutton turns around and begins directing traffic yet again as he instructs LeBlanc to help him take hold of Wuher. Stomping his right foot into the mat with a thumbs down, both men seem to quickly send the message as they set up the Viking for a Double DDT, Gunnar’s face directly above the Rated X Championship once again.
Hutton: Gunnar Wuher!
Time seems to stand still for a long moment, the men standing around and over Gunnar not moving an inch. The blood soaked face of Wuher hangs down as the Viking doesn’t even flinch or spasm. And even as Gunnar Wuher is literally and physically destroyed, not a soul alive comes from the back to save him. Not Sean Aries, nor Heidi Apocalypse; not Owen Slade or Jake Burkin. Not a soul. And finally the moment passes, and Gunnar Wuher dies alone.
Hutton: You’re Fired!
Like clockwork, LeBlanc and Brown drop down as hard as possible, driving Gunnar’s face into the Rated X Championship with all their might. Wuher’s face crashes against the belt from the Double DDT and remains there, his body unmoving as he is left to slowly bleed out.
(Written by Hutton Brown, with slight edits for consistency by me)
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$Bucks continues to stare down at Wuher as the tandem of LeBlanc and Brown turn his bloody carcass over. He directs his attention toward the Rated X Superstar. Wuher stares blankly into the sky.$
Bucks: Now, Hutton, don't get overzealous. We'll fire him in good time. For now, we've got another surprise for you, Gunnar. “Dickhead,” come on out!
$Wuher looks off to the side, clearly not in any shape to comprehend anything anyone is saying to him. As his head swirls, another familiar tune from his sh*t list hit list begins playing.$
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“The Sound of Madness” hits as “Israeli” Matt Caje makes his way out onto the stage, still decked out in the same attire that had garnered the hatred of the Egyptian crowd earlier. He carries a microphone and a sense of neglect toward the crowd's response as he happily strolls down the ramp. He retains his glee as he climbs between the ropes and looks down on the man who had just ironically accused *him* of being Narcissistic. Caje puts his lips to the microphone, likely intent on giving his side of the story.
Caje: Damn, Lou, you look like you were hit in the face with a shovel covered in glue and pubes! Oh, and it looks like these guys beat you up a bit too.
Caje's demeanor turns more serious and he continues his rant, spewing off a sea of word vomit to the near unconscious Wuher.
Caje: I screwed you? I screwed you? Backstage I said to you, hey, this match should be good. It's the Clash. You're main eventing the Clash. Do you know what kind of an honor it is to main event to the Clash? Forget winning the title, main eventing alone is good enough, and the fact that you were paired up with Logan, who by the way could still beat you on his worst day is an even bigger honor. But what happens? You lose. The dirt sheets were predicting it, the message boards called for it, but does that stop you from throwing a tantrum when you lose a match against your most credible opponent in months? No. You know the last time I won a title, Lou? Well, I'll tell you that I lost it right before I assumed full on responsibility as the locker room leader backstage. You think maybe the reason I make so few appearances in the ring is because I'm too busy cleaning up backstage after fiascos? You know, for example, like Joke Killings mailing it in during the semifinals of the Koga Cup and still getting past the more deserving Occult? Man that Valentine/Joke match was a show stealer! Yeah, you run your mouth about how everyone else is thwarting the solution you're putting on the table. You're part of the problem, and this, right here...
Caje gracefully parts his arm to the side, displaying his new comrades.
Caje: This is the solution. This is the solution to every punk with a bit of unwarranted self-importance that thinks that they're going to come into this federation thinking they're deserving of anything, and we're the solution to every veteran who thinks they're more deserving of the high life based on tenure. We're the reality check, and tonight Lou, you're getting the reality check. You know how many superstars I built? I've arguably helped everyone in the fed backstage at least once with something important. Hell, I've been giving JR Judy, who is considered one of the best today, advice since he first came to PRW. You know how much credit I feel I deserve for it? Zero. Screw your protoges. You didn't make anyone, Lion didn't make anyone, Alex LeBlanc made Alex LeBlanc, Hutton Brown made himself. You didn't write the posts in the rookie showcase, but you damn sure did your best backstage to take credit for it, didn't you Lou? Of course you did. You say I'm sitting on a high chair, but let me ask you: when I was pushing Lion as my successor as the franchise name and the next champion, where were you? Promoting some stupid match with an overcomplicated gimmick involving barbed wire and fire that involved who? What's that? You? I can't hear your answer, you'll have to speak up.
Caje leans in closer, placing his ear against Wuher's mouth. In response, Gunnar puts forth a last stand, drawing back his saliva and releasing a high-speed bloody loogie toward Caje's cheek. Caje stands up and merely shakes his head as he wipes the spit wad from his face.
Caje: Yeah, that's what I thought. I could go on, you know. We could talk about how I came out of retirement to save the fledgling pile of crap that you and Lion had driven the company into by October, when PRW faced all time low ratings and roster numbers. We didn't have that little stuff going on the air when we first started! I do find it funny though that things always seem to pick up when I come back around and Lou-boy, I'm back. And I'm staying. And, I hope that by the time this is over tonight, you'll have learned a thing or two about humility. Maybe instead of thinking about the flaming timekeeper graveyard dumpster in a barbwire cell matches that you could be burying people in, how's about getting behind someone simply for the sake that they're good? Not because you want to say that you've got some sort of legacy, and not because they're your buddies behind the scenes, but because you legitimately think that that person could be beneficial to PRW? You think about that. But in case you need extra convincing, here's a little parting gift.
Caje begins stomping Wuher, with his new teammates soon joining him. With every stomp, Wuher can be seen gasping for air through his blood filled mouth and nose. As they stamp away, the boos of the fans get louder.
Brunswick: Come on, someone has to stop this!
Smith: Wait a minute!
TBC by someone already set.
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Aries
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Sep 1 2009, 12:55 AM
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*bop*
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OOC: How's this for motivation?
Before anyone could even consider raising another boot to stomp Gunner, Sean charged to the ring with Emily, steel chair in hand. Aries slid into the ring, letting off a warning swing as everyone involved backed away cautiously. Emily helped Gunnar up and onto the ropes, letting him regain any composure he could muster. Aries stood proudly in front of him as an act of defense, holding the chair down in one hand, staring down every last one of the mob. If it was a fight they were looking for, they found one in Sean.
Brunswick: Sean Aries has come out to help Gunnar! Through thick and thin Sean has his back! That's how he has always been!
Smith: Oh please, Sean just wants to steal the glory for himself, but if he's winning to get his ass kicked to get a few more T-shirts sold, then by all means I approve.
The pseudo Mexican stand-off, felt like it had been going on for hours. Emily had Gunnar up on the ropes, as blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth, and also from a pivot in his forehead. Wuher was coughing furiously, and looked ready to either pass out or vomit from the abuse he received. Sean spoke loud enough for the cameras around the ring to pick him up. His tone was harsh, yet concerned.
Aries: Get him out of here.
Gunnar: No way, I'm not letting you fight alone.
Aries: I didn't mean out of the ring
Gunnars vision was still blurry, even though his eyes were wide open. He was a deer in the headlights, as Sean turn around and delivered a home run swing with the chair to the side of The Vikings skull. Emily cackled as Sean dropped the chair, and watched Gunnar crumble to the mat, his arms and head resting on the bottom rope.
Aries: I meant out of the arena.
Sean pulled Wuher up by his hair, and only his hair. 200+ lbs of dead weight being hoisted by the scalp wouldn't be pleasant. Sean held him in a pump handle style, lifting him over head and dropping him right on his already damaged skull. Sean sat up, and stared blankly into the crowd, as children covered their eyes, and young girls cried until their faces were red. To them a hero died. But to Sean, it was different. He wasn't doing this out of spite, or revenge. He was doing this because it was simply the right thing to do.
Brunswick: What the Hell! Why Sean! Why! Not like this!
Smith: I have to admit even I'm shocked right now Josh.
As Sean started to raise himself up slowly, Emily had taken to the top turnbuckle. Looking at Gunnar like a child who got off to breaking her toys. The tiny girl flipped off the top rope, and planted both of her feet into the chest cavity of Gunnar. His body convulsed and twitched, as he couldn't decide whether to clutch his skull or ribs now. Emily stood up and scurried into Sean's arms, looking a hybrid of down right disturbed, and excitable glee. She giggled as Gunnar turned over onto his stomach and coughed, a mixture of blood and mucus sprayed onto the canvas.
Sean held her hand as he reached for Bucks, taking the microphone from him. He turned back to Gunnar, who was utterly broken down, and crouched. Making sure the half dead viking was listening.
Aries: You carried me? .. YOU CARRIED ME? Who booked the matches Lou? Who booked us to be tag team champions.. when there wasn't even a tag division anymore! It's like winning Daytona after everyone on the track wrecked in the second lap. It's like becoming President when running unopposed. I lost interest in tagging with you, when your goals and dedication, turned to Heidi. Oh yes.. Heidi, how I loved her, and I knew you did too. Don't get me wrong, Heidi's a sweet girl, but watching you squirm as she stood by my side, was sweet. I cherished every moment of it. But no, you had to ruin it, you had to have it your way, surprise! Just when I needed you most, where were you Lou? WHERE WERE YOU!
Sean flips Gunnar back over and sits on him, shoving the mic into his face. Gunnar mumbled incoherently, and Sean's rebuttal was a backhand with the microphone.
Aries: You were with Heidi! I couldn't count on you as a friend, let alone a tag team partner. So I started to confide in someone who's just as messed up in the mind as I am.
Emily strolled around and wrapped her arms around Sean, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek, as she stared down Gunnar with a hint of instability. She clapped her hands and giggled, walking away.
Brunswick: Oh look at her, Shes absolutely insane!
Smith: I can see what Sean sees in her. Me and him both share a sophisticated style of women companions, we like the challenge, the thrill of the hunt.
Brunswick: She needs a god damn leash.
Aries: So what did I do after I found her? I started to realize something about people like us Lou. People didn't care about the top tier of this company anymore. They want new heroes, new faces that are going for OUR glory. Kids like Drake, and Berren, and that glorified crash dummy Daydream. All you did was sit back and let them, thinking about how great it was to have new talent try and rise up. But take a look around at everyone in this ring right now.
[Sean lifts a finger, shooting off names in the order of their standing.]
Hutton Brown, former PRW Champion, and a long time rival to both you and me. Why am I on his side with this you may ask? Because we see the same way. We're on the same playing field, and more importantly, the same team. The battles with Zangetsu, the conflicts with Heidi, that shit doesn't matter, when respect is involved.
Alex and Joey, yes, you could taste the hypocrisy can't you? Two fresh rookies trying to make it to the top of the company, the exact thing I'm against. Why are these two so special you may ask? Because they actually come here for competition, and to prove they're BETTER, than the other kids in the back trying to take my peak, my position, and MY glory.
and that brings me, to the last wrestler in our little clique, who you seem to have the biggest problem with. Well folks, let me tell you all a little story.
[Sean starts to stand up, as Emily once again burrows herself into Sean's chest.]
A long, long time ago. A young high flyer by the name of Sean Aries, was living paycheck to paycheck in his truck working with a company known as Anarchy Wrestling Association, or AWA for the cretins who can't spell. I was getting ready to pack up and go home, when two young men, Matt Caje, and Russ Bellinger walked up to me and offered me a small part on the roster. I graciously accepted the offer. I wasn't doing it for the money, or the recognition, I was doing it because I wanted to wrestle. I wanted to fight for my own spot in this company, and after years of hard work, and backstage politics, Matt pushed me up to the position I am today, and I am entirely grateful, something you know absolutely NOTHING about. And I'm starting to see things a little bit more clearly. You see fans, this has nothing to do, with a hatred of you, or a disdain for the public. Oh no, this is strictly us, taking what is ours, from greedy, unworthy jobbers who shouldn't even be signed.
Sean hovers over Gunnar for a second, before retching into the back of his throat, spitting on the downed Viking's face.
Aries: You see Lou, Gunnar, Ltrain.. Vamp... whatever. Have you ever wonder why Vikings died out? Because it's easy for all of us to see. Vikings were brutal warriors, champions of their time. But they simply could not adapt to the changing world. This place is a cold harsh place buddy, and you refused to give respect where respect was due, just like the Vikings. So what happened you may asked? Those who were able to form structural combat, and reasoning skills, avoided Viking conflicts, and prospered in their native land. What I'm trying to say, is that we aren't bad people. We just want our respect. We want to have our Val Halla to ourselves if you will. Because quite frankly, no one in this company has worked as hard as we have, with the exception of one man who isn't quite a wrestler anymore. So spark the fire on the ship, and lets give this worn out "viking" a proper burial.
Sean slowly pushes Gunnar out of the ring and to the hard mats of the floor with his boots. Emily is jumping up and down excitedly, holding hands with Kayla and cackling widly at the situation. Sean handed Mr. Bucks the Mic back, and sat on the top rope, waving good bye to his former partner as security escorted him off the premises.
TBC?
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Pimpdizzle
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Sep 1 2009, 05:56 AM
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OOC: May I say?
THIS IS AWESOME *clapclap clapclapclap*
Here's a swerve.
IC:
/~*With his last moments of life in a PRW ring. It seems that Gunnar is just staring into the distance, watching his former friends and foes boot him from the place he grew up and called home. The young man from a central new york up bringing, who grew up on ECW at 2am on MSG and Attitude-Era/Invasion Angle WWF/E/WCW. The man who's been accused of Russo-esque tactics. Of trying to bury the younger talent while trying to get fat and prosperous. A hypocrite in the truest sense of the word. With his facade shattered of a good timin', free spirit that had an insatiable love for violence. The laundry hung out to dry like some terrible Keira Knightly historical drama that plays out in 17th century England, Gunnar-Pimp-Ltrain-Vamp-Lou is exposed for the whole world to see.*~\
Brunswick:"Folks, this isn't a scheduled part of tonight's festivities. Mr. Bucks himself is excercising the right to extend this PPV as long as it takes to make this point."
Smith:"This is an absolute gesture of disrespect from Lou here. Now I may be a dick on commentating but let me just say, that if he works here again... I'll be utterly disgusted."
Brunswick:"To his credit, he's listening to this and taking it all in. No excuse for shooting off his hip about stupid political bullshit that really isn't an issue unless you find someone that takes it too seriously. Some of the things people are accusing him of are highly valued points that really can't be argued. Gunnar is and always will be a garbage wrestler first and foremost. Is it true he's buried people in the past? Yes. Is it true that he's known to go on a tirade more than once about something that, at the end of the day, is small and ridiculous? Yes."
Smith:"Then the cancer he was talking about back in the beginning of the month was himself?"
Brunswick:"Yes, I guess the opinion of 'it takes one to know one' is really the issue here."
/~*Sand pouring into the open wounds of the Viking now, since they've reached the stage. Brown, Bucks, Caje, Aries, Leblanc, Emily, and Kayla; united in their hatred for Wuher. No, actually that's a misspoken statement. United in their hatred for the lack of respect shown by the Viking. Really, there's nothing left for them to say, other than to start the obligitory chant of which is about to start when Gunnar starts to struggle against his captor security guards.*~\
Brunswick:"Oh c'mon Lou! Take this in stride! At least you can save yourself the further humiliation!"
/~*Able to free himself of one of the two captors, Leblanc gets testy. Alex heads to the ropes and points at his mentor and tells him to take it like a man or he'll do something about it. Inadvertantly, the Rookie of the Year canidate boots one of the mics used to berate the unprofessional Viking. Still live, Gunnar shouts something that's picked up on it.*~\
Gunnar: "Don't you see?"
/~*Bucks brings his mic to his lips as the rest of the clique gets testy in the ring. If the fired Viking doesn't get out of here soon, he'll find his resting place next to the long-dead kings of the Nile. Gunnar's able to shout out something that surprises everyone.*~\
Gunnar:"....exactly as I hoped."
/~*Confusion plays across the old man's face, before he was going to tell the security guards to get him out of the ring. To get him out of his face and to get him out of his life. However, this is not what the old billionare was thinking the venom-spitting Viking would say.*~\
Bucks:"What was that Lou?"
/~*More shouting from the Viking. The guards are really struggling to keep a hold on the tattooed arms of their captor. Something about 'going according to plan' and 'exactly what he hoped for' barely is picked up on the live mic. Bill's curiousity is peaked. Either geniunely wanting to hear what the former PRW superstar has to say, or wanting to make him come off more of a dick than he already is, Bucks says... *~\
Bucks:"Let him up, Let him speak."
/~*A switch in the general conseus of the group sends the ring buzzing. Aries and Leblanc begin to argue against it, having Alex nearly out of the ring chasing the "Patron Saint of Re-Arranging Your Face." He's held by the trunks by Caje, also curious to hear what his former compatriot has to say. Gunnar grabs the mic and pants heavily.*~\
Gunnar:"You're all doing exactly what I've been hoping you'd do. This has all been planned, all been put out on the table. Leblanc comes down to stab me in the back as he's been wanting to for ages. However I knew for a fact, before this little stunt, he and I would be playing Hold 'em in Vegas once we got back. That's the truth of the matter folks. Hutton comes down because he can't keep his nose out of my business. Aries is here... my truest friend to be honest and the potential godfather to my first born kid if I have em, because I knew this finally would get him off his butt. Caje is here because he's Numero Uno under Bucks here, and Mr. Bucks... this is the biggest surprise to me. I'd swear you'd send out your Japanese lackey to take care of this matter, but the big Kahuna himself? Oh man, I must of REALLY said something."
/~*The fans, not knowing whether to cheer or boo, sit silent as the Axe Man gives his swan song. Brunswick is standing watching the action for himself. Smith stares at the monitor.*~\
Gunnar:"So, we're all out here to respond to a sore loser? Please. Matthew Logan achieved, in my book, something I was trying to accomplish two years ago with that whole Godfather/Moppy fiasco. It wasn't so an old man and a mop could tag together, it was trying to show everyone watching that a man could merge with another entity, whether it'd be another man or an inanimate object, so that they may become one. By becoming one, they could double their efforts and make an output that was doubly amazing. I'd like to be narcissitic for a moment to believe that Mr. Logan and myself achieved that in the ring here tonight."
Brunswick:"For Gunnar's standards at least, I would almost incline to agree. There was one wrestling style in that ring tonight and it became something else entirely."
Smith:"But, Lou's ruined this now by shooting off his hip and running his mouth. He should of just shook Logan's hand and walked away!"
Gunnar:"So no, this isn't about myself and Logan. This is about the fact that for 3 weeks on the booking committee, Caje was going with the idea that I'd go over Mr. Logan. Finally capture my chance..."
Bucks:"ENOUGH. We know what happend there. I was present for two of those meetings and yes, you were the one to go over for the longest time. Until Logan actually started showing promise and stability unlike yourself Mr. Wuher!"
/~*The normally astute Bucks is fuming.*~\
Bucks:"And unless you have something else to say other than your incessant bitching, you need to get out of this arena and out of this country before your working visa expires."
Gunnar:"Bucks, everyone. What was said was said, I can't change that. I just hope that you all understood the intention behind what was said. For it is not the words I speak that make the statement, it is the intent behind that statement that makes it a thought, a meme, a word a lot of you have come to despise. Through the repition of that zeitgeist, that mantra, that meme, it has all brought you together right here right now."
Caje:"Then what is it Lou? What's your perogative for getting yourself FIRED and dragging all of our dirty laundry out to dry?"
Gunnar:"To kill the cancer that's killing PRW. Politics, Bullshit, things left unsaid, lies, bigotry and hatred. Resentment towards actions that I haven't yet had the balls to confront any of you on. I had just realized that this was all the same thing. With my hatred, my bitterness, my greed, my sins... I was the one killing PRW. Not Logan, Not you Sean or Alex. Hell Hutton, you've got the biggest set in that ring and you've helped this company become what it is. Not the stars of old, with their camping ways and overlordish tendencies. Not the rookies, like Mr. Leblanc here, who all want a chance at PRW Gold."
Bucks:"You selfish sonovabitch. All you've talked about here is you you you and how YOU are getting the shit end of the stick. Fine, you take blame for the drama backstage. But, what the hell do we care? You fucked up and you want to go home. So go!"
Gunnar:"But, don't you see Mr. Bucks? The reason you're all out here is to defend the place you call home. To hold up the honor, the tradition, the prestige, the glory that is Professional RPG Wrestling! I stood for that honor and still do that this very moment! I looked around the backstage area and percieved weakness, a slowing if you would of the growth of this company. What happend at the end of the summer this time last year was happening again! People were falling off, the site was getting less traffic, the posts becoming more infrequent. The best policy is to convince everyone that it's time to re-dedicate ourselves to this place. Aries, falling off but on a comeback, I wanted to keep your interest brother. Leblanc, all your fucking fury and hatred more focused than myself and with much more talent, a rising star that needed a solidified base. Hutton, all of his sneering and brutishness, a former champion needing to stay invigorated. Caje, the Godfather of PRW, showing his muscle as el heffe. And you Mr. Bucks. The return of the miser himself, coming out of the shadows once again! This is the stuff the fans needed to see. This is what our time here is all about, putting meaning and respect and honor into our souls and placing them across that canvas to create true art. I sacrifice my dignity, my honor, my pride, my foolishness, my arrogance, my bigotry, my heart, my time, my love and my soul to all of you in the truest sense of the word Sacrifice to show you all in the ring and the people reading this later in the day that PRW is STRONG. PRW has HONOR and RESPECT. PRW is our home. With that, I take my disgraced ass out of your sight for awhile. Gunnar Wuher will not show his face for sometime PRW. As I make my departure, contemplate words by the immortal William Shakespeare and how they apply to our scenario here tonight.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Thank you, and Long Live PRW."
/~*With that, under his own power and drive, Gunnar makes his way up the ramp. Dust swirling, a stoic moment for one of PRW's originals as he turns around to face his fans, his friends, his enemies, his brothers, his sisters, his blood.*~\
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