Post by John Green on Apr 29, 2009 19:16:56 GMT -4
Prologue- Ever since Rasslemania V, John Green has been in a slump. A few non important matches here and there, a devestating loss to Jason Royce, and nothing of great intrest to the fans. At least until he ran into Slade Craven on the cards. Who will win this epic Cage match at Overdrive? Who is the real Hardcore Icon? John Green or Slade Craven? The winner would be whoever walks out from an Steel Cage match at Ovderive. No rules, and no disqualifications. Put the children to bed, and set your TIVO's to record. This will be the most brutal, the most intense, and the most dramatic hardcore match that APW has ever bore witness to.
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AGGHHHHHHHHH!
The sound of John screaming in agony echoes through the hollow gym he has rented out. He is doing some bench presses over in the corner, and upon closer look, there are hundreds of thumbtacks sticking out from his back. Probably from training for his upcoming hardcore match. Doing another rep, he brings the bar down to chest and allows it to fall on his neck, choking him. Using every ounce of energy he has in him, he pushes the bar back up, and sets it into the rest position. The blood is starting to trickle from his back, as he graps a towel and wipes his face from the sweat. Picking up some freeweights, he braces himself for the pain he is about to experience. The handles are wrapped in barbed wire, and quickly slice through his hands, as he does some curls. Eventually putting the weights down, he rests against the wall and lights a cigarette.
John- Jason Royce, you want in my head? Isn't that what you do? You psyche out your opponent and have them looking over there shoulder every second of the day because you like to do sneak attacks? You make them lose sleep, until they are to tired to properly wrestle you? You make them fear you, and eventually you become a demon to them. Haunting there very soul day and night, until finally you let them rest in the middle of the ring. I admire that, it shows intelligence, rather then just another idiot that knows how to swing a chair. Good. As I was saying, you may not know it, but I've been a fan of yours ever since we teamed up last year against the Kid and Vinnie Hardcore. Hell we probably would teamed in ICW but I knew bullshit was there in that place. That's right, John Green himself almost went over to ICW to wrestle. I wanted to face them all. All those big names were supposed to fall by my feet. But they didn't. You know why? Because it was all garbage. There wasn't an ounce of hardcore in anyone there, except for you. You were the only one who could swing a chair with passion. Who would sacrafice his body just for 15 minutes of fame. You were the only one who could leave covered in blood, and still smiling, still holding your head up high. Everyone else would have begged the referee to stop the match, and had the EMT's rushing down at the first cut they had. They were a bunch of nancy schoolgirls, while you stood out. And after your match with the Kid at RassleMania, even when you lost, I knew that things were going to change with you in the ring. I knew you would go and try your fucking hardest to capture a APW World Heavyweight Shot. But trying to sneak attack me wasn't the way Royce. You even beat me last week. Things are going to change though Jason. I knew change was going to come when you had the fucking audacity to deliver a GTS on me last week. Jason Royce you have fucked yourself. I may have been quite last week. But this week Jason, you'll hear everything that I fucking think about you you piece of shit. I did nothing to anger you Royce. I did nothing to disturb you. You felt that you needed a push after what Level had to say to you. News flash Jason, Level One also had something to say to me and you don't see me running around swinging chairs. Whoever your little mystery person is Royce. He won't do as much damage as I will when we meet in a ring again. I am going to completely obliterate The Fucking Legacy that you call yourself. And no one will ever - EVER remember the name of Jason Royce. Now as much as I'd like to continue to verbally assault you I actually have a match that's worth something. And the man that I face on Wednesday on the biggest Overdrive ever is none other than the partner of the man who defeated me to keep the Overdrive Championship at Rasslemania V, Slade Craven. Slade you expect a challenge in this match don't you.
A smirk comes upon John's sweaty face.
John- You wanted a challenge, you wanted someone out of the ordinary who could go the distance with you. And you found him, you found the self proclaimed APW Original. You have found The Retribution Killer who is now on the loose to destroy anyone in his path now. And it will be ten times as fun since we are surrounded by a steel cage where we will rip each others faces with the steel mesh of the cage. That's just music to my ears to be honest. That is true hardcore. Do you know how many people would accept that challenge around here? Only one person would. And that's the real main event, the real showstoppa, the real fuckin' deal known only as.. John Green. This will be a battle for the ages no doubt, and I look forward to saying more later on today. But if you'll escuse me, I have to resume my training.
Putting out his cigarette, John takes off his shoes. and takes a deep breath. Slowly walking outwards, he places on foot onto a bed of nails. Placing the other foot on it, you can see the nails dig in deep into his flesh. The scars and wounds of years past, began to re-open as he takes another step, and another. Eventually he stands in the middle in an almost zen like trance, as the grey nails start to turn red with his blood. The camera pans around to see the thumbtacks still in his back, and arms. The camera cuts out to his balled up fists, with drops of blood coming out of them.
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Hardcore
"The true definition of hardcore wrestling is no limits on what the performers can do in the ring and no time wasted talking. Whatever story there is to be told develops and unfolds in the ring. Or, in some cases, in the aisles, in the crowds, in the parking lot, in the streets surrounding the arena."
John Green is just waking up from a good nights sleep. His body is telling him to stop inflicting pain unto it, but he ignores it as he grimaces in pain and rolls over. Throwing back the covers, you can see the fresh scars from yesterdays extreme workout. Lightning a cigarette, he braces himself against the wall.
John Green- Slade Craven, I want you to awaken something inside of me. Something that might have stayed buried deep down inside my soul, if I wasn't set to the challenge on the card for Wednesday's Overdrive. Unleash the demon inside of me. Make me thrist for the blood of another man again, make me feel alive as I battle for my life. Let my survival insticts kick into place, because if they don't, I could very well die. Do you really understand what were both in for? What were going to do to our bodies, and mind. Even before this match takes place. It's all starting to dawn on me now, as the morning sun rises up and warms me, I finally understand why I never cared for that APW Title when I held the Xtreme Title. Don't get me wrong, I want it just as much as the next guy. But as a wrestler, I was born in Georgia. I was born in hell, and I was trained in pain. Even now, many years later, I wish I hadn't left. I wish I was still out there fighting for my life, if even for a few measly dollars. That was my passion. That was my reason for living. I wanted to become a legend in this business. And on Overdrive, that's what it's all about isn't it? Not for a legendary status, no, were both gaurenteed that when we retire. But for the rights to call ourselves the true Hardcore Icon of this business. I may be the self proclaimed APW Legend of APW, but if you look around, you know there isn't another person on that roster who would have the balls to go face to face with you. Let alone in something as extreme as a Steel Cage match. But there's something that's been bothering me. You see Slade Craven, were going to be in a cage where can climb almost thirty feet in the air. And I've never really enjoyed that feeling. But as soon as we get near that edge, we will try to kill each other. I know this because that thirty foot drop to the bottom, well, I don't care how hardcore you are, it's going to hurt. And it's going to shorten your lifespan.
John Green- I'm not ready to take that drop, not yet. I respect everything you've done for this business, and everything you have done in APW so far. But this is APW, this has become more then just me as an individual. This is John Green representing everything he has ever believed in, everything he has ever tried to destroy, and protecting his home. I know, it's a bit fucked up. But that's what APW has become to me over the time, a place that accepts me for who I am. An arrogant son of a bitch who just wants to wrestle. But what's going on in that head of yours? That's the question on everyones mind right now, isn't it? What sick and demonic ideas are you thinking up, while your perched atop some building somewhere. You enjoy the heights don't you? This match is your element isn't it? You love the air. Since you high fly all the time. But I'm no begginer to the cage match though Slade. I'll bring you that challenge you want. I won't call you an ugly freak of nature or a jobber like I do everyone else. Or dismiss everything you've done. But I will add some more scars to your body, I will bring you to the brink of death, and I will fight until the last breath in my body excells itself. -
John Green opens up his curtains in his bedroom to reveal the sunrise. The orange glow creates a flare on the camera, as it cuts out with John Green pressing his body against his balcony window.
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-Failure, it's what we all fear. Bur more importantly what I fear. My ego was out of control just last month. I had the entire world in my palm again, and yet.. I didn't succeed again. I didn't go on to the main event at RassleMania V like I wanted to. I lost to Shadow and became the laughing stock of the locker room after all my shit talk. Is this really it? Is my carreer slowly dying like everyone predicted? I don't even have that great of a record at RassleMania. I don't even remember taking part in it except for last years.. failure. So I'm 0-2 in it. Slade Craven is the man to beat.. and this is my last claim to anything I've ever done in APW. This is my role, I'm that hardcore guy, the guy who will bust you open with anything in sight. That's my gimmick. And now Slade Craven wants to extend his empire into my turf. If I lose, what becomes of me? I think it's time I made my mark on APW once and for all.-
John dials a number on his cellphone as he is cruising through the streets of San Diego. He waits for the other end to pick up, before having a short conversation.
John- Yo, it's John.
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John- Yeah, I was just thinking that to man. Get ahold of the others. Tell them what's going on.
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John- That's why I love you man. Soon, the entire world will be ours.
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John- Should we maybe do some evil laughter?
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John- Muahahahhahahaha.
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Stopping in front of a small bank, John pulls out a black ski mask and a plastic gun. The gun looks almost real however, as he dons the mask and exits his car. As he makes his way up the steps, the doors fly open and two more masked men with guns run out and bump into him.
Masked Man 1- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET IN THE FUCKING CAR!
John- Uhh...
Masked Man 1- DRIVE YOU MORON! YOUR HIRED TO DRIVE! GET IN THAT BLACK CAR AND DRIVE!
John looks back over at his car, and notices a black car right behind him. However the drivers door is left wide open, and it looks as if someone had run away from it. As John turns back around, he finds the gun pointed at his head.
Masked Man 1- GET IN AND DRIVE OR I KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!
John- Umm... ok? Where to?
Masked Man 2- ANYWHERE YOU MORON!
The three of them all pile into the car as John finds the keys still in the ignition. Turning them, he does a peelout from the bank parking lot, and soon hears sirens behind him. The two gunmen throw two big bags of money to the side, and aim out there windows to shoot at the cops. John starts navigating his way through traffic, and nearly hits many cars along the way. Soon gunshots are fired, and a helicopter joins the chase.
John- Does this car go offroad? Cause I really have no clue where I'm going guys.
Masked Man 1- Drive to the interstate bang bang and then cut off into the mountains. Head to the hideout cave.
John- We have a hideout cave?
Masked Man 2- Weren't you at the briefing? I swear I saw you there.
John- Were all wearing masks dumbass, I don't even know you guys.
Masked Man 1- And that's the way it's going to stay. We have 50,000 dollars. No names need to be discussed. Just get to the hideout and you'll get your share of the profit.
John- 33.3 percent, and we give .1 percent to charity.
Masked Man 2- I knew you were at the briefing.
John pulls a dangerous left turn into a one way street and leans on the horn. BEEEEEEEEEEEP
John- Alright, so the mountains are about what? 20 miles away? That's enough time to go offroad and lose at least two cruisers, we have about.. someone count how many are following us.
BANG BANG BANG BANG
John- Ok so four are following us. We lose two, you guys shoot out the front tires if you can. I'll watch out for road spikes and shit. How we gonna lose that copter though?
Masked Man 1- I have a special surprise for that pig in the sky.
John- Alright then.. I'm gonna hit 220 miles per hour, brace yourself.
John lays the pedal to the metal and takes a sharp right, turning on a busy street. The police have already issued a warning to all drivers, and most of them pull off to the side as John races by them all. The cops follow in close pursuit as the second gunman fires off another round, this time hitting the windshield of a cop, causing him to swerve into his partner.
Masked Man 2- WHOOOOO! Got two of em. Driver get us the hell out of here. Take a left at the upcoming intersection.
John takes a left and hits 240 miles per hour, the entire car is flying now as the helicopter races to catch up. The cops are behind quite a bit, as they call for reinforcements.
John- SHIT!
SCREEEEEE, John barely manages to make another right turn and misses a spike belt as two more officers join the fray.
John- Were not going to make it guys.
Masked Man 1- Hand me the big guns buddy.
The second gunman stops shooting at the cops, and reaches underneath the backseat. Pulling out a case, he flips it open to reveal a rocket launcher.
John- Holy shit. I suppose you guys are wearing kevlar vests as well?
Gunman 1- Yeah, didn't you get yours?
John- Actually, I thought you guys said teflon. But at least eggs won't burn to me. Anyways, here's my stop. Someone want to take over the wheel?
John suddenly dives out and get's does a tuck and roll into the bushes. A few scrapes and bruises later, he hears a loud crash, and takes off running.
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Safe at Home
Turning on the evening news, John relaxes in his easy chair/promo chair, and sips on a beer.
Tv- Earlier today three men were involved in the robbing of a small bank located in downtown San Diego. After a long police chase, the getaway vehicle crashed, and police apprehended two of the suspects, as well as 50,000 dollars in stolen money. Eye witnesses say that there was a third gunman, and police are still on the lookout for him. Here is a composite sketch.
The screen shows a man in a ski mask.
Tv- It is said that the man is tall and muscular, and was last seen wearing a ski mask. If you have any tips we ask that you call the number on the bottom of your screen.
John Green- Looks like I got away with this one. I guess my lawyers work fast.
Reclining in his easy chair, John finishes off his beer, and grabs another from the side pocket, along with the remote. Switching it over to cartoons, he get's drunk and laughs at Bugs Bunny, as the feed cuts out.
John Green- Ehh... what's up Doc?
Pt. 1 End
John is woken up by his cell phone at 6 am. Rummaging around for it, he wearily answers it.
John- Hell... John.
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John- Ugh.. do I really have to? Give me like, 5 more hours of sleep.
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John- Fine fine, way to guilt trip me. I'll do it, but this better make me popular.
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John- Yeah whatever man..
Click
Throwing back his covers, John picks up a pair of black jeans off the floor and throws them on. Running his hands through his hair, he tries to adjust to the early morning. Sleepily grabbing a cigarette from his nightstand, he sparks it, before heading towards the bathroom. Turning on the lights, he closes his eyes and slowly opens them to adjust. The sight that faces him in the mirror however, is an ugly one. He hasn't shaved in days, and his hair is all over the place. Grabbing his razor and running hot water, he get's ready for his big day.
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Emerging from his bathroom an hour later, John is all cleaned up and ready to go. He has a simple white wifebeater on, as he rummages through his closet for something to wear. Pulling out a detroit jersey, he holds it up to himself in the mirror, before tossing it to the side. Finally, buried deep in the bottom of his closet. He finds what he was looking for. Pulling out one of his old t-shirts, and holding it up to the mirror. He throws it on. A younger looking John is on the front of it, and on the back is him swinging a steel chair at an old APW wrestler, Vinnie Hardcore maybe. Checking his pockets to make sure he has everything, he heads out.
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Pulling up in front of a hospital, John parrallel parks his car before getting out. Putting on his sunglasses, and a hat, he cockily walks up to the hospital to visit some sick kids for the morning. Walking in, he spots the reciptionist, who is very cute and not wearing a ring on her finger.
John- Hey there cutie, I'm here for a visit. You know? Just giving some of these kids a once in a lifetime oppurtunity. I really believe in what I do.
Receptionist- Are you, John Green? I have a memo here saying that you would be dropping by.
John- The one and only, and your name is?
Receptionist- Go down the hallway and to the left Mr. John. The kids are waiting on you.
John- Can I get a phone number at least?
Receptionist- Sir, the kids are more important then my phone number. Some of them may not live to the end of the week. Go make them happy.
John- Then I can get your phone number?
Receptionist- We'll see.
John heads down the hallway and spots the room he is supposed to be in. Taking a quick peek in, he spots kids in wheelchairs, kids with fake limbs, and some of them are still in there hospital beds. Brushing back his hair, he takes a deep breath and walks in to a bunch of screaming kids.
John- Hello everyone.
A kid with a fake leg, hobbles over to him and gives him a hug. Not sure how to react, John pats him on the back and points him off in another direction. Some hospital staff are already in the room as he approaches one of them.
John- So like, what do I have to do?
Staff- Just sign autographs, and make them happy.
John- This is going to take awhile isn't it?
Staff- Sir, your here because these kids adore you. Your an idol to them. So put a smile on and fake it if you have to.
John throws on a smile as he gets attacked by two more kids who want to hug him.
John- Alright guys, that's enough. John can't sign an autograph for you guys if you keep hugging him.
The kids immediatly pull away at the sound of an autograph with John. Bending down, he pulls out a pad of paper, and a pen. Scribbling his name on it, he hands on to the kid who runs around the room showing it off. One of the staff workers has an area set up for pictures with John, as John continues handing out autographs. One of the kids comes up to him and offers to shake his hand. John firmly grabs it and shakes, but then the kids arm falls off.
John- OH MY GOD! (tries putting it back on) I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.
Suddenly all the of the kids start laughing as the kid puts his arm back on.
Staff- That's Jimmy, he does that with all the new guys who come to see him.
John breathes a sigh of relief as he continues handing out autographs and taking pictures.
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Later that afternoon.
John is pacing around his room, on his cell phone with a local business owner. He's trying to get himself a three piece suit for the week, so he can show up at Overdrive in style.
John- Look man, I need it for the week. I don't care if you don't have any in, I've called every other store I could find in the phone book, and there either closed for the week, or sold out as well. So just cut the bullshit, and find a way to get me a suit. I'm a god damn celebrity, I think that ranks me higher then some scumbag who wants to go to the bar and pick up chicks.
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John- I KNOW YOUR OUT OF SUITS! DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! I'M THE RETRIBUTION FUCKIN' KILLER FOR CHRISTS SAKE!
John chucks his phone away, and it accidently sails out the open window and hits the streets far below.
John- FUUUCCKKKKK! THAT WAS MY ONLY PHONE!
Grabbing a beer from his fridge, John cracks it and heads out of his room once again.
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Cruising in his car, with music cranked, John looks out his window at all the stores that are closed.
John- Closed.. closed.. gay clothes.. closed.. closed.. hmm, costume store eh.
Parking his car once again, John gets out and heads into the costume store. It's a dimmly lit shop, with cluttered shelves everywhere. Behind the counter is a short man, with a creepy smile on his face.
Man- Hello sir, I am Grizwaldo The Great. And welcome... TO MY... STORE!
John- You don't get many customers do you?
Grizwaldo- No, no I don't.
John- Work on the presentation, I think it's a little.. over sold.
Grizwaldo- I'll see what I can do. But you sir, why are you here?
John- I have a very important event to attend, and there's no suits in this town. Got anything cool for me?
Grizwaldo- Hmm, you sir. Look like a pirate.
John- No. Already been done.
Grizwaldo- Alien?
John- To.. stupid.
Grizwaldo- Superman? Batman? Spiderman?
John- Tempting, but no. I need something that says "look at me" while still keeping my dignity.
Grizwaldo- Ah, you sir should be a cowboy.
John- Yeah but after Brokeback Mountain, it's kind of out of the question if you know what I mean.
Grizwaldo- Nixon?
John- No masks allowed here. Come on man, you gotta have something in this shop.
Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, John spots what he wants. A luxurious fake fur coat, and a pimp hat.
John- How much for that pimp costume?
Grizwaldo- Twenty dollars, everything included.
John- Sold, this is going to be the best Overdrive ever.
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At the bar later that night.
John walks into the bar where he is to meet his old friend Kid Rock for a few drinks. Wearing his new pimp costume, he strolls in past the bouncer, who quickly stops him.
Bouncer- Are you on the list?
John- Buddy, I am the list. Names John Green.
Bouncer- (checking) Yeah your on here, says your an APW superstar. I thought I recognized you from tv.
John- Yeah, I'm pretty much the best wrestler in the world.
Bouncer- O yeah? Sorry to say I barely recognized you.
John- NO TIP FOR YOU!
The bouncer thinks about this as John pushes past him and walks right to the bar.
John- Bartender, double shot of rum, and a beer.
As the bartender get's John his drink, a sharp whistle cuts out over the loud bar. Sitting in the VIP booth overlooking the entire bar, is Kid Rock.
John- KID MOTHER FUCKIN' ROOCCCKKKK!
Kid Rock- Get up here mother fucker.
Grabbing his drinks, John rushes over the VIP section ,as everyone returns to there conversations and drinking. Getting into the VIP booth, he sees numerous women already up here, and a ton of liqour.
John- What's up man. (shaking hands.) I ain't seen you in almost a year now.
Kid Rock- You know I wouldn't miss the best Overdrive ever.
John- By the way, how's Mr.Wuffles doing?
Kid Rock- I got him in my hotel, you should stop by to see him.
John- I was thinking of bringing him out for Overdrive. Thanks for taking care of him for me though, he was starting to become a hassle on the road.
Kid Rock- He's a good kitten, but come on, drink up, spark up. I've been here since noon.
John starts pounding back his shots of rum and picks up his beer to cheers with Kid Rock.
John- To APW.
Kid Rock- To APW you crazy son of a bitch.
clink
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Closing Time.
Bartender- LAST CALL! LAST CALL! ORDER UP NOW! LAST CALL!
John- I.. I think.. we need..
Kid Rock- I think.. your fuckin'.. drunk.
John- We need.. more.. drunk.
John has his arm around Kid Rock as they try to make there way down the stairs. A beer bottle in hand, they stumble there way to the bar.
John- One hundred dollars of liqour.
Kid Rock- And another hundred for me.
John- How much for us to lay under the taps for an hour?
Kid Rock- Sell us a bottle of rum.
Bartender- I think you guys are cut. I've got other customers to attend to.
Kid Rock- Don't you know who I am? I'm Kid mother fuckin' Rock.
John- I'm The Retribution Killer John Green.
Bartender- Who?
John- ALCHOL NOW!
The bouncers come on over as John starts yelling.
Bouncer- Want them out of here?
Bartender- Toss em.
The bouncers grab Kid Rock and John and start leading them to the door.
Kid Rock singing- I been beat up bad, I been kicked around, I been thrown out of every damn bar in this old town,
John singing- I don't know the words... la la la la.
Kid Rock singing- John doesn't know the words, cause he's a drunk. Were going back to my place, and were gonna get drunk.
John singing- Back at Kid Rocks pad, were gonna get drunk, and pet Mr.Wuffles. MEEEOOOWWW.
The bouncers toss Kid and John out on there asses, as they get up and brush themselves off. Stumbling down the road, they dissapear into the darkness.
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Back at Kid Rocks.
The champange has already been cracked and is overflowing the cup, as Kid Rock gets a lap dance from one of his groupies.
John- So what was up with that (hic) sex tape?
Kid Rock- O that thing, yeah we were young back then. I thought it would be a good idea.
John- It actually kind of sucked man. It was worse then low budget porn.
Kid Rock- Yeah well, I don't see your sex tape.
John- I'm on that APW DVD.
Kid Rock- Weren't you a busboy for that event?
John- I'm still on it fucker. So where's my kitten man?
Kid Rock sharp whistle- Should be coming.. right..about... now.
Mr.Wuffles saunters into the room and approaches John and Kid Rock. John goes to pick him up, but Mr.Wuffles jumps right into Kid Rocks lap.
John- My own kitten has abondoned me. What the hell is this shit?
Kid Rock- He loves me, what can I say man. Everyone loves the K-I-D.
John- Ugh, that was lame dude. Anyways, Overdrive man. I need to do something special. I got this pimp suit, but it's like, mediocore. I was thinking about bringing back Mr.Wuffles for (hic) my manager.
Kid Rock- I've got a better idea. whispers into John's ears.
John- Dude, are you really down for this?
Kid Rock- I wouldn't miss someone getting thrown off a Cage for the world. Of course I'm down for this. Were gonna rock that joint.
John- Speaking of which, spark one up you chinzy bastard.
Kid Rock- Fuckin' right.. let's blaze this shit homie.
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The Next Morning.
Strumming on his acoustic guitar, is Kid Rock as John Green rolls off his bed. Tangled in a mass of bedsheets, and a hangover, he finds his face being licked by Mr.Wuffles.
Mr.Wuffles- Meow!
John- Argh ga la.. sa. Ugh.
Kid Rock- What the fuck was that?
John- Mmm, I need water.
John picks up Mr.Wuffles water dish that was by his bed, and starts drinking out of it.
Kid Rock- That's a little fucked up.
Kid starts strumming on his guitar again.
Kid Rock singing- It's been a day and a half, and John's still high.
John singing- And I could say I'm trying to change, but that's just another lie, I'm waiting for someone to tell me why.
Kid Rock- Come on man, get up. We gotta go training here.
John- Five more minutes?
Kid Rock- Five more seconds, before my boot is up your ass.
Groaning, John slowly lifts himself up from the floor and heads to the bathroom for a piss, and to shave.
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Kid Rock has made John some breakfast, by simply throwing a bunch of raw eggs in a glass. Looking at it, John grimaces at his porcelain future.
Kid Rock- WHOOOOO, LET"S GET ERRR DONE! DOWN THE HATCH!
Pulling the glass to his nose, he pushes it away after sniffing it.
John- I ain't drinking this man, we need to spice it up some.
Kid Rock thinks for a minute, before pulling out his flask and dumping the remaining rum into it. John brings it back up to his nose, and gives a "why not?" look to Kid. Downing it in one gulp, he almost pukes before his eyes bulge out and he sits down to keep it all inside.
John- That.. was fucking gross. I thought you've trained people before man?
Kid Rock- Actually, I just watched Rocky four last night when you passed out.
John- Do I look like Sylvester Stalone here?
Kid Rock- If you did, I probably wouldn't be training you. Now come on let's go, we've got a big day here.
Cue for music video of John training.
Rising up, back on the streets, did my time, took my chances.....
CUT!
John is out of breath after two seconds of jogging and is begging to stop..
Kid Rock- Aigh.. I have my work cut out for me.
John- Fuck.. that. Give me a smoke and a beer. I've got a better idea.
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Sipping on a beer, and enjoying a cigarette, John and Kid Rock sit front row at the strip club.
John- See, my plan here is to umm, get the blood flowing. Like most people do exercises or something, I do heart rate modifications. After this, we have to sleep, get's our energy up. And then we party afterwards.
Kid Rock- And this get's you in shape how?
John- Fuck if I know, but I'm not changing my style just to beat Slade Craven.
Kid Rock- Eh.. whatever man. I was getting bored of training you anyways. How about we just smoke weed and drink rum as the training?
John- Fuckin' right man. Word to that.
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The Promo
John Green- Not a talker are you Slade? Or are you still thinking to yourself? Times slowly ticking away here, and soon we will be face to face. Your dream, my dream, the fans dream. It all comes true. Who will walk away the official "MAN" of APW? John or Slade Craven? Can you feel the excitement? Do you have goosebumps on your arm? Are you fully prepared for everything we will put each other through? I know the answers to these questions already so don't worry about answering them. I know your ready, I know your going to try and kill me if you have to. And that's what makes this great. We literally will go that far with each other, just to put it all on the line for the biggest night in Overdrive history. But while you were out hiding in the shadows, I was out training getting ready for true hardcoreness with a pal. You know Kid Rock right? That guy who looks like me. Yeah, well he's also a good friend and has been taking care of Mr.Wuffles for me. Who in case you didn't know, is my adorable little kitten that kicks ass.
John Green- But it's ok Slade, because I'm not going to be cheating with a damn cat or at all. Well, only because I can't. You see, with no rules, means I can get away with just about anything. And as much as I respect you, and admire everything you've done for this business. We all know you need this win. Well guess what? So do I. I don't need it because I've lost two in a row, I don't need it because I want to break your APW record. I want to win because of the title, of the accomplishment. And for the showboating. I want to climb that cage and stand on top of it and hear the roar of the fans when I throw you off. I want to have my crowning hardcore moment, be on top of there. Bloodied, battered, bruised, yet victorious. I want to be billed as the greatest wrestler and even "Hardcore" wrestler to ever set foot in APW. I want my legacy back that was wrongfully destroyed by Royce. I want the respect that I earned a year ago, and I want to look down and see my own blood. To feel my bones literally hanging from there sockets. To limp away while every muscle feels like it's on fire. But most importantly, to hold my head up high knowing, just knowing, that I did what I wanted to do. Last year, everyone witnessed just how vendictful I could be. Everyone saw me beat Vinnie in the Hell in A Cell in a great fucking match. Everyone watched as the Retribution Killer John Green won the World Title Match at New Years Retribution. That's what I ant now Slade. To be on top and have the last laugh. I'm going to get the last laugh on you. You can beat me down until I'm begging for you to stop, you can dangle me by the ankles on top of that cage, and threaten to let me drop. But the moment you stop and underestimate me, is when I strike. This is one of the biggest night of my life, and I won't let you fuck it up for me. Because after losing to Royce, I need to redeem my name.
John Green- But you aren't ready for me are you? All these weeks of jobbing competition has put you in a position that your now unfamiliar with. Your used to coming out and saying a few words to your opponents, only to watch them trip, stumble, and spout out the same old bullshit. About how there going to win, about there past. About how your nothing in this federation cause you are new. But that's what you do isn't it Slade? You try to confuse the masses so you can capatalize. I've seen it before, and where it works on most. You have to understand that it doesn't work on me. I am a cocky son of a bitch, the definition of arrogance, a man who throws his money around like it grows on trees. I have powerful allies, and even more powerful enemies. I am the prime target for what is wrong in todays society, when someone like me can just go out and do what they want to do, whenever they feel like it. My middle finger won't go down, how do I wave? And this is how I'm supposed to teach kids how to behave? So just stop thinking already and start fighting Slade. This weeks Overdrive, is where I become an immortal legend in APW. If your a betting man, put your money on that.
End feed.
-End rp-
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AGGHHHHHHHHH!
The sound of John screaming in agony echoes through the hollow gym he has rented out. He is doing some bench presses over in the corner, and upon closer look, there are hundreds of thumbtacks sticking out from his back. Probably from training for his upcoming hardcore match. Doing another rep, he brings the bar down to chest and allows it to fall on his neck, choking him. Using every ounce of energy he has in him, he pushes the bar back up, and sets it into the rest position. The blood is starting to trickle from his back, as he graps a towel and wipes his face from the sweat. Picking up some freeweights, he braces himself for the pain he is about to experience. The handles are wrapped in barbed wire, and quickly slice through his hands, as he does some curls. Eventually putting the weights down, he rests against the wall and lights a cigarette.
John- Jason Royce, you want in my head? Isn't that what you do? You psyche out your opponent and have them looking over there shoulder every second of the day because you like to do sneak attacks? You make them lose sleep, until they are to tired to properly wrestle you? You make them fear you, and eventually you become a demon to them. Haunting there very soul day and night, until finally you let them rest in the middle of the ring. I admire that, it shows intelligence, rather then just another idiot that knows how to swing a chair. Good. As I was saying, you may not know it, but I've been a fan of yours ever since we teamed up last year against the Kid and Vinnie Hardcore. Hell we probably would teamed in ICW but I knew bullshit was there in that place. That's right, John Green himself almost went over to ICW to wrestle. I wanted to face them all. All those big names were supposed to fall by my feet. But they didn't. You know why? Because it was all garbage. There wasn't an ounce of hardcore in anyone there, except for you. You were the only one who could swing a chair with passion. Who would sacrafice his body just for 15 minutes of fame. You were the only one who could leave covered in blood, and still smiling, still holding your head up high. Everyone else would have begged the referee to stop the match, and had the EMT's rushing down at the first cut they had. They were a bunch of nancy schoolgirls, while you stood out. And after your match with the Kid at RassleMania, even when you lost, I knew that things were going to change with you in the ring. I knew you would go and try your fucking hardest to capture a APW World Heavyweight Shot. But trying to sneak attack me wasn't the way Royce. You even beat me last week. Things are going to change though Jason. I knew change was going to come when you had the fucking audacity to deliver a GTS on me last week. Jason Royce you have fucked yourself. I may have been quite last week. But this week Jason, you'll hear everything that I fucking think about you you piece of shit. I did nothing to anger you Royce. I did nothing to disturb you. You felt that you needed a push after what Level had to say to you. News flash Jason, Level One also had something to say to me and you don't see me running around swinging chairs. Whoever your little mystery person is Royce. He won't do as much damage as I will when we meet in a ring again. I am going to completely obliterate The Fucking Legacy that you call yourself. And no one will ever - EVER remember the name of Jason Royce. Now as much as I'd like to continue to verbally assault you I actually have a match that's worth something. And the man that I face on Wednesday on the biggest Overdrive ever is none other than the partner of the man who defeated me to keep the Overdrive Championship at Rasslemania V, Slade Craven. Slade you expect a challenge in this match don't you.
A smirk comes upon John's sweaty face.
John- You wanted a challenge, you wanted someone out of the ordinary who could go the distance with you. And you found him, you found the self proclaimed APW Original. You have found The Retribution Killer who is now on the loose to destroy anyone in his path now. And it will be ten times as fun since we are surrounded by a steel cage where we will rip each others faces with the steel mesh of the cage. That's just music to my ears to be honest. That is true hardcore. Do you know how many people would accept that challenge around here? Only one person would. And that's the real main event, the real showstoppa, the real fuckin' deal known only as.. John Green. This will be a battle for the ages no doubt, and I look forward to saying more later on today. But if you'll escuse me, I have to resume my training.
Putting out his cigarette, John takes off his shoes. and takes a deep breath. Slowly walking outwards, he places on foot onto a bed of nails. Placing the other foot on it, you can see the nails dig in deep into his flesh. The scars and wounds of years past, began to re-open as he takes another step, and another. Eventually he stands in the middle in an almost zen like trance, as the grey nails start to turn red with his blood. The camera pans around to see the thumbtacks still in his back, and arms. The camera cuts out to his balled up fists, with drops of blood coming out of them.
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Hardcore
"The true definition of hardcore wrestling is no limits on what the performers can do in the ring and no time wasted talking. Whatever story there is to be told develops and unfolds in the ring. Or, in some cases, in the aisles, in the crowds, in the parking lot, in the streets surrounding the arena."
John Green is just waking up from a good nights sleep. His body is telling him to stop inflicting pain unto it, but he ignores it as he grimaces in pain and rolls over. Throwing back the covers, you can see the fresh scars from yesterdays extreme workout. Lightning a cigarette, he braces himself against the wall.
John Green- Slade Craven, I want you to awaken something inside of me. Something that might have stayed buried deep down inside my soul, if I wasn't set to the challenge on the card for Wednesday's Overdrive. Unleash the demon inside of me. Make me thrist for the blood of another man again, make me feel alive as I battle for my life. Let my survival insticts kick into place, because if they don't, I could very well die. Do you really understand what were both in for? What were going to do to our bodies, and mind. Even before this match takes place. It's all starting to dawn on me now, as the morning sun rises up and warms me, I finally understand why I never cared for that APW Title when I held the Xtreme Title. Don't get me wrong, I want it just as much as the next guy. But as a wrestler, I was born in Georgia. I was born in hell, and I was trained in pain. Even now, many years later, I wish I hadn't left. I wish I was still out there fighting for my life, if even for a few measly dollars. That was my passion. That was my reason for living. I wanted to become a legend in this business. And on Overdrive, that's what it's all about isn't it? Not for a legendary status, no, were both gaurenteed that when we retire. But for the rights to call ourselves the true Hardcore Icon of this business. I may be the self proclaimed APW Legend of APW, but if you look around, you know there isn't another person on that roster who would have the balls to go face to face with you. Let alone in something as extreme as a Steel Cage match. But there's something that's been bothering me. You see Slade Craven, were going to be in a cage where can climb almost thirty feet in the air. And I've never really enjoyed that feeling. But as soon as we get near that edge, we will try to kill each other. I know this because that thirty foot drop to the bottom, well, I don't care how hardcore you are, it's going to hurt. And it's going to shorten your lifespan.
John Green- I'm not ready to take that drop, not yet. I respect everything you've done for this business, and everything you have done in APW so far. But this is APW, this has become more then just me as an individual. This is John Green representing everything he has ever believed in, everything he has ever tried to destroy, and protecting his home. I know, it's a bit fucked up. But that's what APW has become to me over the time, a place that accepts me for who I am. An arrogant son of a bitch who just wants to wrestle. But what's going on in that head of yours? That's the question on everyones mind right now, isn't it? What sick and demonic ideas are you thinking up, while your perched atop some building somewhere. You enjoy the heights don't you? This match is your element isn't it? You love the air. Since you high fly all the time. But I'm no begginer to the cage match though Slade. I'll bring you that challenge you want. I won't call you an ugly freak of nature or a jobber like I do everyone else. Or dismiss everything you've done. But I will add some more scars to your body, I will bring you to the brink of death, and I will fight until the last breath in my body excells itself. -
John Green opens up his curtains in his bedroom to reveal the sunrise. The orange glow creates a flare on the camera, as it cuts out with John Green pressing his body against his balcony window.
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-Failure, it's what we all fear. Bur more importantly what I fear. My ego was out of control just last month. I had the entire world in my palm again, and yet.. I didn't succeed again. I didn't go on to the main event at RassleMania V like I wanted to. I lost to Shadow and became the laughing stock of the locker room after all my shit talk. Is this really it? Is my carreer slowly dying like everyone predicted? I don't even have that great of a record at RassleMania. I don't even remember taking part in it except for last years.. failure. So I'm 0-2 in it. Slade Craven is the man to beat.. and this is my last claim to anything I've ever done in APW. This is my role, I'm that hardcore guy, the guy who will bust you open with anything in sight. That's my gimmick. And now Slade Craven wants to extend his empire into my turf. If I lose, what becomes of me? I think it's time I made my mark on APW once and for all.-
John dials a number on his cellphone as he is cruising through the streets of San Diego. He waits for the other end to pick up, before having a short conversation.
John- Yo, it's John.
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John- Yeah, I was just thinking that to man. Get ahold of the others. Tell them what's going on.
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John- That's why I love you man. Soon, the entire world will be ours.
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John- Should we maybe do some evil laughter?
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John- Muahahahhahahaha.
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Stopping in front of a small bank, John pulls out a black ski mask and a plastic gun. The gun looks almost real however, as he dons the mask and exits his car. As he makes his way up the steps, the doors fly open and two more masked men with guns run out and bump into him.
Masked Man 1- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET IN THE FUCKING CAR!
John- Uhh...
Masked Man 1- DRIVE YOU MORON! YOUR HIRED TO DRIVE! GET IN THAT BLACK CAR AND DRIVE!
John looks back over at his car, and notices a black car right behind him. However the drivers door is left wide open, and it looks as if someone had run away from it. As John turns back around, he finds the gun pointed at his head.
Masked Man 1- GET IN AND DRIVE OR I KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!
John- Umm... ok? Where to?
Masked Man 2- ANYWHERE YOU MORON!
The three of them all pile into the car as John finds the keys still in the ignition. Turning them, he does a peelout from the bank parking lot, and soon hears sirens behind him. The two gunmen throw two big bags of money to the side, and aim out there windows to shoot at the cops. John starts navigating his way through traffic, and nearly hits many cars along the way. Soon gunshots are fired, and a helicopter joins the chase.
John- Does this car go offroad? Cause I really have no clue where I'm going guys.
Masked Man 1- Drive to the interstate bang bang and then cut off into the mountains. Head to the hideout cave.
John- We have a hideout cave?
Masked Man 2- Weren't you at the briefing? I swear I saw you there.
John- Were all wearing masks dumbass, I don't even know you guys.
Masked Man 1- And that's the way it's going to stay. We have 50,000 dollars. No names need to be discussed. Just get to the hideout and you'll get your share of the profit.
John- 33.3 percent, and we give .1 percent to charity.
Masked Man 2- I knew you were at the briefing.
John pulls a dangerous left turn into a one way street and leans on the horn. BEEEEEEEEEEEP
John- Alright, so the mountains are about what? 20 miles away? That's enough time to go offroad and lose at least two cruisers, we have about.. someone count how many are following us.
BANG BANG BANG BANG
John- Ok so four are following us. We lose two, you guys shoot out the front tires if you can. I'll watch out for road spikes and shit. How we gonna lose that copter though?
Masked Man 1- I have a special surprise for that pig in the sky.
John- Alright then.. I'm gonna hit 220 miles per hour, brace yourself.
John lays the pedal to the metal and takes a sharp right, turning on a busy street. The police have already issued a warning to all drivers, and most of them pull off to the side as John races by them all. The cops follow in close pursuit as the second gunman fires off another round, this time hitting the windshield of a cop, causing him to swerve into his partner.
Masked Man 2- WHOOOOO! Got two of em. Driver get us the hell out of here. Take a left at the upcoming intersection.
John takes a left and hits 240 miles per hour, the entire car is flying now as the helicopter races to catch up. The cops are behind quite a bit, as they call for reinforcements.
John- SHIT!
SCREEEEEE, John barely manages to make another right turn and misses a spike belt as two more officers join the fray.
John- Were not going to make it guys.
Masked Man 1- Hand me the big guns buddy.
The second gunman stops shooting at the cops, and reaches underneath the backseat. Pulling out a case, he flips it open to reveal a rocket launcher.
John- Holy shit. I suppose you guys are wearing kevlar vests as well?
Gunman 1- Yeah, didn't you get yours?
John- Actually, I thought you guys said teflon. But at least eggs won't burn to me. Anyways, here's my stop. Someone want to take over the wheel?
John suddenly dives out and get's does a tuck and roll into the bushes. A few scrapes and bruises later, he hears a loud crash, and takes off running.
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Safe at Home
Turning on the evening news, John relaxes in his easy chair/promo chair, and sips on a beer.
Tv- Earlier today three men were involved in the robbing of a small bank located in downtown San Diego. After a long police chase, the getaway vehicle crashed, and police apprehended two of the suspects, as well as 50,000 dollars in stolen money. Eye witnesses say that there was a third gunman, and police are still on the lookout for him. Here is a composite sketch.
The screen shows a man in a ski mask.
Tv- It is said that the man is tall and muscular, and was last seen wearing a ski mask. If you have any tips we ask that you call the number on the bottom of your screen.
John Green- Looks like I got away with this one. I guess my lawyers work fast.
Reclining in his easy chair, John finishes off his beer, and grabs another from the side pocket, along with the remote. Switching it over to cartoons, he get's drunk and laughs at Bugs Bunny, as the feed cuts out.
John Green- Ehh... what's up Doc?
Pt. 1 End
John is woken up by his cell phone at 6 am. Rummaging around for it, he wearily answers it.
John- Hell... John.
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John- Ugh.. do I really have to? Give me like, 5 more hours of sleep.
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John- Fine fine, way to guilt trip me. I'll do it, but this better make me popular.
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John- Yeah whatever man..
Click
Throwing back his covers, John picks up a pair of black jeans off the floor and throws them on. Running his hands through his hair, he tries to adjust to the early morning. Sleepily grabbing a cigarette from his nightstand, he sparks it, before heading towards the bathroom. Turning on the lights, he closes his eyes and slowly opens them to adjust. The sight that faces him in the mirror however, is an ugly one. He hasn't shaved in days, and his hair is all over the place. Grabbing his razor and running hot water, he get's ready for his big day.
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Emerging from his bathroom an hour later, John is all cleaned up and ready to go. He has a simple white wifebeater on, as he rummages through his closet for something to wear. Pulling out a detroit jersey, he holds it up to himself in the mirror, before tossing it to the side. Finally, buried deep in the bottom of his closet. He finds what he was looking for. Pulling out one of his old t-shirts, and holding it up to the mirror. He throws it on. A younger looking John is on the front of it, and on the back is him swinging a steel chair at an old APW wrestler, Vinnie Hardcore maybe. Checking his pockets to make sure he has everything, he heads out.
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Pulling up in front of a hospital, John parrallel parks his car before getting out. Putting on his sunglasses, and a hat, he cockily walks up to the hospital to visit some sick kids for the morning. Walking in, he spots the reciptionist, who is very cute and not wearing a ring on her finger.
John- Hey there cutie, I'm here for a visit. You know? Just giving some of these kids a once in a lifetime oppurtunity. I really believe in what I do.
Receptionist- Are you, John Green? I have a memo here saying that you would be dropping by.
John- The one and only, and your name is?
Receptionist- Go down the hallway and to the left Mr. John. The kids are waiting on you.
John- Can I get a phone number at least?
Receptionist- Sir, the kids are more important then my phone number. Some of them may not live to the end of the week. Go make them happy.
John- Then I can get your phone number?
Receptionist- We'll see.
John heads down the hallway and spots the room he is supposed to be in. Taking a quick peek in, he spots kids in wheelchairs, kids with fake limbs, and some of them are still in there hospital beds. Brushing back his hair, he takes a deep breath and walks in to a bunch of screaming kids.
John- Hello everyone.
A kid with a fake leg, hobbles over to him and gives him a hug. Not sure how to react, John pats him on the back and points him off in another direction. Some hospital staff are already in the room as he approaches one of them.
John- So like, what do I have to do?
Staff- Just sign autographs, and make them happy.
John- This is going to take awhile isn't it?
Staff- Sir, your here because these kids adore you. Your an idol to them. So put a smile on and fake it if you have to.
John throws on a smile as he gets attacked by two more kids who want to hug him.
John- Alright guys, that's enough. John can't sign an autograph for you guys if you keep hugging him.
The kids immediatly pull away at the sound of an autograph with John. Bending down, he pulls out a pad of paper, and a pen. Scribbling his name on it, he hands on to the kid who runs around the room showing it off. One of the staff workers has an area set up for pictures with John, as John continues handing out autographs. One of the kids comes up to him and offers to shake his hand. John firmly grabs it and shakes, but then the kids arm falls off.
John- OH MY GOD! (tries putting it back on) I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.
Suddenly all the of the kids start laughing as the kid puts his arm back on.
Staff- That's Jimmy, he does that with all the new guys who come to see him.
John breathes a sigh of relief as he continues handing out autographs and taking pictures.
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Later that afternoon.
John is pacing around his room, on his cell phone with a local business owner. He's trying to get himself a three piece suit for the week, so he can show up at Overdrive in style.
John- Look man, I need it for the week. I don't care if you don't have any in, I've called every other store I could find in the phone book, and there either closed for the week, or sold out as well. So just cut the bullshit, and find a way to get me a suit. I'm a god damn celebrity, I think that ranks me higher then some scumbag who wants to go to the bar and pick up chicks.
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John- I KNOW YOUR OUT OF SUITS! DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! I'M THE RETRIBUTION FUCKIN' KILLER FOR CHRISTS SAKE!
John chucks his phone away, and it accidently sails out the open window and hits the streets far below.
John- FUUUCCKKKKK! THAT WAS MY ONLY PHONE!
Grabbing a beer from his fridge, John cracks it and heads out of his room once again.
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Cruising in his car, with music cranked, John looks out his window at all the stores that are closed.
John- Closed.. closed.. gay clothes.. closed.. closed.. hmm, costume store eh.
Parking his car once again, John gets out and heads into the costume store. It's a dimmly lit shop, with cluttered shelves everywhere. Behind the counter is a short man, with a creepy smile on his face.
Man- Hello sir, I am Grizwaldo The Great. And welcome... TO MY... STORE!
John- You don't get many customers do you?
Grizwaldo- No, no I don't.
John- Work on the presentation, I think it's a little.. over sold.
Grizwaldo- I'll see what I can do. But you sir, why are you here?
John- I have a very important event to attend, and there's no suits in this town. Got anything cool for me?
Grizwaldo- Hmm, you sir. Look like a pirate.
John- No. Already been done.
Grizwaldo- Alien?
John- To.. stupid.
Grizwaldo- Superman? Batman? Spiderman?
John- Tempting, but no. I need something that says "look at me" while still keeping my dignity.
Grizwaldo- Ah, you sir should be a cowboy.
John- Yeah but after Brokeback Mountain, it's kind of out of the question if you know what I mean.
Grizwaldo- Nixon?
John- No masks allowed here. Come on man, you gotta have something in this shop.
Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, John spots what he wants. A luxurious fake fur coat, and a pimp hat.
John- How much for that pimp costume?
Grizwaldo- Twenty dollars, everything included.
John- Sold, this is going to be the best Overdrive ever.
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At the bar later that night.
John walks into the bar where he is to meet his old friend Kid Rock for a few drinks. Wearing his new pimp costume, he strolls in past the bouncer, who quickly stops him.
Bouncer- Are you on the list?
John- Buddy, I am the list. Names John Green.
Bouncer- (checking) Yeah your on here, says your an APW superstar. I thought I recognized you from tv.
John- Yeah, I'm pretty much the best wrestler in the world.
Bouncer- O yeah? Sorry to say I barely recognized you.
John- NO TIP FOR YOU!
The bouncer thinks about this as John pushes past him and walks right to the bar.
John- Bartender, double shot of rum, and a beer.
As the bartender get's John his drink, a sharp whistle cuts out over the loud bar. Sitting in the VIP booth overlooking the entire bar, is Kid Rock.
John- KID MOTHER FUCKIN' ROOCCCKKKK!
Kid Rock- Get up here mother fucker.
Grabbing his drinks, John rushes over the VIP section ,as everyone returns to there conversations and drinking. Getting into the VIP booth, he sees numerous women already up here, and a ton of liqour.
John- What's up man. (shaking hands.) I ain't seen you in almost a year now.
Kid Rock- You know I wouldn't miss the best Overdrive ever.
John- By the way, how's Mr.Wuffles doing?
Kid Rock- I got him in my hotel, you should stop by to see him.
John- I was thinking of bringing him out for Overdrive. Thanks for taking care of him for me though, he was starting to become a hassle on the road.
Kid Rock- He's a good kitten, but come on, drink up, spark up. I've been here since noon.
John starts pounding back his shots of rum and picks up his beer to cheers with Kid Rock.
John- To APW.
Kid Rock- To APW you crazy son of a bitch.
clink
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Closing Time.
Bartender- LAST CALL! LAST CALL! ORDER UP NOW! LAST CALL!
John- I.. I think.. we need..
Kid Rock- I think.. your fuckin'.. drunk.
John- We need.. more.. drunk.
John has his arm around Kid Rock as they try to make there way down the stairs. A beer bottle in hand, they stumble there way to the bar.
John- One hundred dollars of liqour.
Kid Rock- And another hundred for me.
John- How much for us to lay under the taps for an hour?
Kid Rock- Sell us a bottle of rum.
Bartender- I think you guys are cut. I've got other customers to attend to.
Kid Rock- Don't you know who I am? I'm Kid mother fuckin' Rock.
John- I'm The Retribution Killer John Green.
Bartender- Who?
John- ALCHOL NOW!
The bouncers come on over as John starts yelling.
Bouncer- Want them out of here?
Bartender- Toss em.
The bouncers grab Kid Rock and John and start leading them to the door.
Kid Rock singing- I been beat up bad, I been kicked around, I been thrown out of every damn bar in this old town,
John singing- I don't know the words... la la la la.
Kid Rock singing- John doesn't know the words, cause he's a drunk. Were going back to my place, and were gonna get drunk.
John singing- Back at Kid Rocks pad, were gonna get drunk, and pet Mr.Wuffles. MEEEOOOWWW.
The bouncers toss Kid and John out on there asses, as they get up and brush themselves off. Stumbling down the road, they dissapear into the darkness.
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Back at Kid Rocks.
The champange has already been cracked and is overflowing the cup, as Kid Rock gets a lap dance from one of his groupies.
John- So what was up with that (hic) sex tape?
Kid Rock- O that thing, yeah we were young back then. I thought it would be a good idea.
John- It actually kind of sucked man. It was worse then low budget porn.
Kid Rock- Yeah well, I don't see your sex tape.
John- I'm on that APW DVD.
Kid Rock- Weren't you a busboy for that event?
John- I'm still on it fucker. So where's my kitten man?
Kid Rock sharp whistle- Should be coming.. right..about... now.
Mr.Wuffles saunters into the room and approaches John and Kid Rock. John goes to pick him up, but Mr.Wuffles jumps right into Kid Rocks lap.
John- My own kitten has abondoned me. What the hell is this shit?
Kid Rock- He loves me, what can I say man. Everyone loves the K-I-D.
John- Ugh, that was lame dude. Anyways, Overdrive man. I need to do something special. I got this pimp suit, but it's like, mediocore. I was thinking about bringing back Mr.Wuffles for (hic) my manager.
Kid Rock- I've got a better idea. whispers into John's ears.
John- Dude, are you really down for this?
Kid Rock- I wouldn't miss someone getting thrown off a Cage for the world. Of course I'm down for this. Were gonna rock that joint.
John- Speaking of which, spark one up you chinzy bastard.
Kid Rock- Fuckin' right.. let's blaze this shit homie.
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The Next Morning.
Strumming on his acoustic guitar, is Kid Rock as John Green rolls off his bed. Tangled in a mass of bedsheets, and a hangover, he finds his face being licked by Mr.Wuffles.
Mr.Wuffles- Meow!
John- Argh ga la.. sa. Ugh.
Kid Rock- What the fuck was that?
John- Mmm, I need water.
John picks up Mr.Wuffles water dish that was by his bed, and starts drinking out of it.
Kid Rock- That's a little fucked up.
Kid starts strumming on his guitar again.
Kid Rock singing- It's been a day and a half, and John's still high.
John singing- And I could say I'm trying to change, but that's just another lie, I'm waiting for someone to tell me why.
Kid Rock- Come on man, get up. We gotta go training here.
John- Five more minutes?
Kid Rock- Five more seconds, before my boot is up your ass.
Groaning, John slowly lifts himself up from the floor and heads to the bathroom for a piss, and to shave.
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Kid Rock has made John some breakfast, by simply throwing a bunch of raw eggs in a glass. Looking at it, John grimaces at his porcelain future.
Kid Rock- WHOOOOO, LET"S GET ERRR DONE! DOWN THE HATCH!
Pulling the glass to his nose, he pushes it away after sniffing it.
John- I ain't drinking this man, we need to spice it up some.
Kid Rock thinks for a minute, before pulling out his flask and dumping the remaining rum into it. John brings it back up to his nose, and gives a "why not?" look to Kid. Downing it in one gulp, he almost pukes before his eyes bulge out and he sits down to keep it all inside.
John- That.. was fucking gross. I thought you've trained people before man?
Kid Rock- Actually, I just watched Rocky four last night when you passed out.
John- Do I look like Sylvester Stalone here?
Kid Rock- If you did, I probably wouldn't be training you. Now come on let's go, we've got a big day here.
Cue for music video of John training.
Rising up, back on the streets, did my time, took my chances.....
CUT!
John is out of breath after two seconds of jogging and is begging to stop..
Kid Rock- Aigh.. I have my work cut out for me.
John- Fuck.. that. Give me a smoke and a beer. I've got a better idea.
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Sipping on a beer, and enjoying a cigarette, John and Kid Rock sit front row at the strip club.
John- See, my plan here is to umm, get the blood flowing. Like most people do exercises or something, I do heart rate modifications. After this, we have to sleep, get's our energy up. And then we party afterwards.
Kid Rock- And this get's you in shape how?
John- Fuck if I know, but I'm not changing my style just to beat Slade Craven.
Kid Rock- Eh.. whatever man. I was getting bored of training you anyways. How about we just smoke weed and drink rum as the training?
John- Fuckin' right man. Word to that.
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The Promo
John Green- Not a talker are you Slade? Or are you still thinking to yourself? Times slowly ticking away here, and soon we will be face to face. Your dream, my dream, the fans dream. It all comes true. Who will walk away the official "MAN" of APW? John or Slade Craven? Can you feel the excitement? Do you have goosebumps on your arm? Are you fully prepared for everything we will put each other through? I know the answers to these questions already so don't worry about answering them. I know your ready, I know your going to try and kill me if you have to. And that's what makes this great. We literally will go that far with each other, just to put it all on the line for the biggest night in Overdrive history. But while you were out hiding in the shadows, I was out training getting ready for true hardcoreness with a pal. You know Kid Rock right? That guy who looks like me. Yeah, well he's also a good friend and has been taking care of Mr.Wuffles for me. Who in case you didn't know, is my adorable little kitten that kicks ass.
John Green- But it's ok Slade, because I'm not going to be cheating with a damn cat or at all. Well, only because I can't. You see, with no rules, means I can get away with just about anything. And as much as I respect you, and admire everything you've done for this business. We all know you need this win. Well guess what? So do I. I don't need it because I've lost two in a row, I don't need it because I want to break your APW record. I want to win because of the title, of the accomplishment. And for the showboating. I want to climb that cage and stand on top of it and hear the roar of the fans when I throw you off. I want to have my crowning hardcore moment, be on top of there. Bloodied, battered, bruised, yet victorious. I want to be billed as the greatest wrestler and even "Hardcore" wrestler to ever set foot in APW. I want my legacy back that was wrongfully destroyed by Royce. I want the respect that I earned a year ago, and I want to look down and see my own blood. To feel my bones literally hanging from there sockets. To limp away while every muscle feels like it's on fire. But most importantly, to hold my head up high knowing, just knowing, that I did what I wanted to do. Last year, everyone witnessed just how vendictful I could be. Everyone saw me beat Vinnie in the Hell in A Cell in a great fucking match. Everyone watched as the Retribution Killer John Green won the World Title Match at New Years Retribution. That's what I ant now Slade. To be on top and have the last laugh. I'm going to get the last laugh on you. You can beat me down until I'm begging for you to stop, you can dangle me by the ankles on top of that cage, and threaten to let me drop. But the moment you stop and underestimate me, is when I strike. This is one of the biggest night of my life, and I won't let you fuck it up for me. Because after losing to Royce, I need to redeem my name.
John Green- But you aren't ready for me are you? All these weeks of jobbing competition has put you in a position that your now unfamiliar with. Your used to coming out and saying a few words to your opponents, only to watch them trip, stumble, and spout out the same old bullshit. About how there going to win, about there past. About how your nothing in this federation cause you are new. But that's what you do isn't it Slade? You try to confuse the masses so you can capatalize. I've seen it before, and where it works on most. You have to understand that it doesn't work on me. I am a cocky son of a bitch, the definition of arrogance, a man who throws his money around like it grows on trees. I have powerful allies, and even more powerful enemies. I am the prime target for what is wrong in todays society, when someone like me can just go out and do what they want to do, whenever they feel like it. My middle finger won't go down, how do I wave? And this is how I'm supposed to teach kids how to behave? So just stop thinking already and start fighting Slade. This weeks Overdrive, is where I become an immortal legend in APW. If your a betting man, put your money on that.
End feed.
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