|
Welcome to PRW!
Information
PRW.com
Upcoming PPV
PRW Champions
Affiliates
|
Welcome to Professional RPG Wrestling. We hope you enjoy your visit.
You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use.
Right now, we are set to Admin Approval for all new members. This means that if you sign up, you will not be allowed to post until an admin has approved your account. We are sorry for the inconvenience but it has become a necessary step to stop the flow of spammers joining our boards. For increased chances of joining us, please do not sign up with a disposable email address as these accounts will be banned instantly, again, a necessary step to stop the flow of spammers joining the boards.
Please be patient. We will approve your account ASAP.
Join our community!
If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:
|
|
Weak and Tired
|
|
Topic Started: Jun 22 2017, 06:50 PM (52 Views)
|
|
Pimpdizzle
|
Jun 22 2017, 06:50 PM
Post #1
|
The Berserker
- Posts:
- 1,999
- Group:
- Superstars
- Member
- #32
- Joined:
- August 10, 2005
|
I'm Back.
The scene cuts from the normal PRW broadcast into a dusty bar. The camera starts walking along this bar, slowly. We see a large tattooed hand placed upon the bar. The owner wipes the dust away and rubs it between his fingers before slapping the lacquered wood. The camera pans up the muscled, tattooed arm of a man wearing nothing more than a wifebeater with a few stains on it and what would be a smile had it not been for the beard overgrowth hiding it.
The camera cuts to the inside of the bar. Lines of bottles, empty. Beer taps are worn down so much you couldn't tell what once came out of those glycol-cooled lines. This was a place of warriors and champions. The wall is lined with title belts, memorabilia, and other historical artifacts that have found their way into this hall. The chairs are worn, the tables are barren, and you can tell this place has been boarded up for quite some time.
???: "We're back to this again, huh?"
The camera returns to the man we've followed and lead us to our feature presentation. This man stands at a solid 6'2" but since you've seen him last, 20lbs has landed on his shoulders. His muscles seemingly bulging in a way that makes you think he's very familiar with a hypodermic needle. His dirty wifebeater covering his giant, barrel chest seems like it's fair share of bar fights, women and another manner of dirty business.
Pulling up a chair, an older and more grizzled Gunnar Wuher pulls up a chair, flips it around backward and takes a seat. He addresses the audience staring into the camera with his familiar ice blue eyes.
Gunnar: "You know I don't remember how many years it has been since I've spoken with you all. My mind has been fuzzy these past few years. I've had money, lost it, had it again. I've moved a half a dozen times, had sex with a number of women and have been blessed with the luck of the draw when it comes to that. Might have seen my Jeep Wrangler floating around the country, trying to take everything in. You might have even seen my stint in Japan. Which if you have, then I appreciate the following even after I've fallen off the wagon."
Gunnar stands up, paces the room. As he speaks he stares at the championships that adorn the wall. The Tag belts with Aries. The X-Division Belt, The NET Championship, and countless others that PRW faithful might not recognize. Are these here to remind us of his accomplishments or are they there to remind him he isn't a walking piece of shit?
Gunnar: "The worst part about all of this is that I would have been back sooner. I've been dealing with a serious staph infection for months now, and it just seems to me that it was the Gods punishing me for getting back into this business. Speaking of, you might notice that Lucky's has seen better days. Well. I sold this place back in 2014. I couldn't be tied down at that point. I needed to clear my head like I was Forrest Gump or something. My investor ran this place nearly into the ground, but now?"
He moves slowly behind the bar and slaps the surface. The camera pans into the fierce look in his eyes.
Gunnar: "Lucky's is BACK. I'm BACK. In three weeks, PRW management has told me I'll get my redemption at Summerfest. Maybe it's time to remind the new generation why they call me The Patron Saint of Rearranging Your Face! Maybe I need to remind myself that I can still do this. Or maybe, there is a greater opponent for me out there that I can finally say I've met my match. Hutton Brown was once that man, but look how much of a coward he turned out to be! Lion and I never really wanted to tango, because you're fighting two things when it comes to the Mertueils. Them, and their ego. Aries is still floating around, but I'm not interested in digging up that past. Glad to see NOX and Leblanc still kicking around too. But these new kids?
Scoffing, Gunnar starts polishing and cleaning the bar with a dishrag. The dust is quickly eliminated by the chemicals in the bottle and good old fashioned elbow grease. You can tell Gunnar's lost in thought and on a rambling path to somewhere...
Gunnar: "Now I might be thought of as a relic around here. Brought about during the 'Good Ol Days' when we could sell out buildings doing spot fests and insane stunts. Burning Tables, Hell in the Cell, that sort of thing. Well, back in 2010 at the height of my alcoholism and womanizing, the doctors told me to quit. Everything. Wrestling, the bar, drinking, my visits to the local brothels. Funny thing is about that I think I singlehandedly put a few girls through school with my visits to either establishment. The problem I found was that I wasn't trying to do anything but escape myself. That burial ritual? Same idea."
He reaches underneath the bar and pulls out a wine glass. The fluted vessel is then held out to the camera.
Gunnar: "I've fought for the past few years to find balance in my life. It's delicate and things could go terribly terribly wrong. For instance this glass. If I hold it out to you like this for an extended period of time, I'm inevitably going to drop it. The glass will shatter and I will not be able to preserve its fragile nature. There are times where I need to set it down. That's wrestling for you folks. When you lose your smile or you walk out on the job it's not that you're quitting, you need to give yourself time to develop."
The towel comes forcefully down on the bar table, making a slapping sound accentuated by a dramatic music thump from some sort of drum. Gunnar pulls out a chalice and pours himself a drink from a bottle underneath the bar. It appears to be wine, but the label would reveal that it's actually mead. The oldest drink in the world.
Gunnar: "What I didn't realize, what the rest of the world didn't realize was that I was some punk kid pushed to the top of the game way too early. I burned out. I fell like a phoenix. It took me 7 long years before I came back into this young man's game. I'm sober, enough. My former wife has her alimony and the house. All I have left is these two hands and this bar. So it's time to come back. Not for money, I'm set for life. This is for glory. This is for you, the fans. This is for redemption."
Gunnar downs the goblet. He wipes his beard and looks directly into the camera. The last time the PRW audience saw this in the Viking was when he was facing Hutton Brown...
Gunnar: "I'm BACK. Time for part two of my career. Lucky's opens one week before Summerfest. We're still in South Philly so I hope and pray you come to visit my home as I return home myself.... back to PRW."
Gunnar turns to walk off the frame, but catches himself.
Gunnar: "Oh, one more thing. Summerfest? I hope the management has someone worthy lined up for me. There would be nothing worse than a mediocre sacrifice... Til Valhalla Come! I AM The Patron Saint of Re-Arranging Your Face, YOUR Viking Gunnar Wuher. See you soon PRW!"
The scene cuts to another commercial for Summerfest and we're thrown back to Josh on the commentary booth.
|
|
| |
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
|
|