Post by Devlin Knight on Jan 14, 2023 21:27:16 GMT -5
[NB: Continues on from: iiwefed.boards.net/thread/1676/fred-debonair-chris-trigger-cavanagh?page=1#scrollTo=485]
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Little bit here: adambarker1981.proboards.com/thread/15881/elvises-elvii-tag-team-rp]
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Little bit here: adambarker1981.proboards.com/thread/15881/elvises-elvii-tag-team-rp]
Elvis level. Complete…
The sun continues to blare down on his skin as Fred walks along the Las Vegas strip. He’s dressed in a pair of black Nike sneakers, a pair of white cotton shorts and a plain white t-shirt… A pair of Oakley shades adorn his eyes and a blunt hangs out of his mouth. He stops at a window and looks inside, it’s an IHOP and it’s making his mouth water and stomach growl… He stubs out the spliff, puts his hand toward the door, then jumps back as he sees him standing there.
Bunny: ”Weren’t you just at a Denny’s?”
Fred: ”I’m starving after taking on Elvises! Elvii? Whatever! Plus they kind of preferred I left after the debacle and I also prefer this place, what’s it to you anyway…?”
Bunny: ”Nothing… Except that you may want to reconsider this place.”
Fred: ”Oh yeah…? And why would you say that, hoss?”
Fred pushes the door open… And there he is, Eddie Suavero… You’re currently saying “who…?” Aren’t you? So let’s just do a little recap and go into flashback mode, this was happening on Fred and Aurora’s first (perhaps second) date several months ago and they’re currently in a Sydney nightclub…
Eddie: ”Fred?! Fred Debonair?! What on the blue frig are you doing here?!”
Fred: ”Eddie Suavero, how are you? It’s been a while…”
Eddie: ”I am good, brother very good. Listen, Fred before this goes any further I’ve got to address the elephant in the room, man…”
Fred narrows his brow as he looks at the menu, giving his order to the waitress before clasping his hands together, faux smile and looking right at Eddie.
Fred: ”Is there an actual elephant in this room? Or, are we talking about the fact you’ve recently come out of the blue and tried to stab me in the back and take a percentage of my businesses? Businesses that had you not walked out on would have had you rolling in it right now.”
Eddie: ”Yes, that. But honestly Fred it was a moment of weakness, I was drunk and pissed off at you… But honestly? I’m dropping it all, I don’t want any of the businesses.”
Well that’s a shock…
Fred: ”Both actually, haven’t you seen that guy eyeing me up by the bar?”
Aurora: ”Which guy? Oh, the cute one who looks completely out of place here?”
Fred: ”Yep, that’s the one.”
Aurora: ”The one with the wavy fringe and suit?”
Fred: ”The very same, why you bothered?”
Aurora: ”Oh I’m not bothered, he’s just walking this way.”
Fred: ”He’s what?!”
Suit: ”Hi, excuse me are you… Fred Debonair?”
Fred: ”Yes, yes I am… What can I do you for, champ?”
Suit: ”You’ve been served. Have a good night.”
Fred: ”Hey buddy! That was an American accent I heard. Did you legit travel all the way over here to serve me this?!”
Suit: ”I did indeed…”
Fred: ”…Touché, kudos!”
Fred: ”Son of a bitch!”
Aurora: ”What? What is it?”
Fred: ”It’s my old partner, Eddie…”
Aurora: ”Munson?!”
Fred: ”Eh? No?”
Aurora: ”The Eagle?”
Fred: ”The guy with the big goggles? No! Okay, his name was Eddie Suavero and he was someone I grew up with in New York and when I had my family and moved out to LA, he joined me and we started a business together. It was called Suave and Debonair Enterprises. He also co-owned a Wrestling Promotion with me called the New York Wrestling Alliance. One year we got into it and he “left” the company and the Promotion but now he’s saying he’s suing me for half the company?!”
Aurora: ”Which guy? Oh, the cute one who looks completely out of place here?”
Fred: ”Yep, that’s the one.”
Aurora: ”The one with the wavy fringe and suit?”
Fred: ”The very same, why you bothered?”
Aurora: ”Oh I’m not bothered, he’s just walking this way.”
Fred: ”He’s what?!”
Fred spins around and sees the guy in the suit that he and Aurora are speaking about, standing right in front of him and sticks out his hand.
Suit: ”Hi, excuse me are you… Fred Debonair?”
Fred: ”Yes, yes I am… What can I do you for, champ?”
Fred sticks his own hand out to shake the guys. The suits other hand comes out of his pocket and the envelope slaps Fred’s palm.
Suit: ”You’ve been served. Have a good night.”
The man turns to walk, leaving Fred and Aurora just sitting there staring at the envelope. Fred’s head snaps up.
Fred: ”Hey buddy! That was an American accent I heard. Did you legit travel all the way over here to serve me this?!”
Suit: ”I did indeed…”
Fred: ”…Touché, kudos!”
Fred smirks and raises his bottle at the somewhat confused process server, who turns and exits the club. Aurora watches him confused as he rips open the envelope and begins to read the papers.
Fred: ”Son of a bitch!”
Aurora: ”What? What is it?”
Fred: ”It’s my old partner, Eddie…”
Aurora: ”Munson?!”
Fred: ”Eh? No?”
Aurora: ”The Eagle?”
Fred: ”The guy with the big goggles? No! Okay, his name was Eddie Suavero and he was someone I grew up with in New York and when I had my family and moved out to LA, he joined me and we started a business together. It was called Suave and Debonair Enterprises. He also co-owned a Wrestling Promotion with me called the New York Wrestling Alliance. One year we got into it and he “left” the company and the Promotion but now he’s saying he’s suing me for half the company?!”
Now that’s out of the way I need to explain that Fred never actually went to the trial as it was cancelled with a new one set for six months down the line, but here he is now… Sitting there on his own, chowing down on Pancakes. As Fred turns to leave, he hears him shout…
Eddie: ”Fred?! Fred Debonair?! What on the blue frig are you doing here?!”
Who says frig anymore?! Did anyone ever say it?! Fred spins around toward him, smiles politely and walks to his table. He shakes Eddie’s hand and sits opposite him.
Fred: ”Eddie Suavero, how are you? It’s been a while…”
Eddie: ”I am good, brother very good. Listen, Fred before this goes any further I’ve got to address the elephant in the room, man…”
Fred narrows his brow as he looks at the menu, giving his order to the waitress before clasping his hands together, faux smile and looking right at Eddie.
Fred: ”Is there an actual elephant in this room? Or, are we talking about the fact you’ve recently come out of the blue and tried to stab me in the back and take a percentage of my businesses? Businesses that had you not walked out on would have had you rolling in it right now.”
Eddie: ”Yes, that. But honestly Fred it was a moment of weakness, I was drunk and pissed off at you… But honestly? I’m dropping it all, I don’t want any of the businesses.”
Well that’s a shock…
Fred: ”Oh… You don’t?”
Eddie: ”Definitely not man, I currently run my own Diamond setting business, I’m also Junior VP at the Las Vegas branch of the Wells Fargo Bank.
Add another shock into the mix and you’ve really taken The Kingdom by surprise… Fred picks up a salt shaker and instantly puts it back down after seeing the reflection. He takes a deep breath and looks up at Eddie as the waitress brings his food and he grabs his cutlery.
Fred: ”So, what now?? I mean are we just putting it all behind us??”
Eddie: ”Well, I’d like to man if you would? I really am sorry. C’mon Fred… Suave and Debonair??”
Fred continues to eat his pancakes, as Eddie looks on. Thoughts running through Fred’s head as he swallows another mouthful… He wipes his hands on his lap and sticks one out. Eddie shakes it.
Fred: ”Ok, no hard feelings Eddie. Let’s just move on.”
Eddie: ”Thank you Fred, I appreciate it.”
Fred: ”Listen I need to go but I’m staying in Vegas now, I wanna open an account at Wells, so I may pop in and see you… Have a good one Suavero.”
Fred stands up, smiles and begins to head out of the IHOP and as he opens the door, he sees him standing there again, watching.
Bunny: ”This isn’t over for you, is it…?”
Fred: ”Not by a damn long shot. But again, why are you involving yourself in my business?!?”
A loud explosion is heard coming from Fred’s pocket, his cellphone. He pulls it out and reads the text he’s just received.
Aurora: ((Where are you? It’s been close to four days. Your phone keeps disconnecting. We need to talk…))
Fred: ”Ahh shit!”
Fred puts his phone back in his jeans, yanks another spliff from his pocket and lights it, headed home as we fade out…
That speaking part…
Fred walks slowly down the strip, not seeming to be in a hurry, but trust me, he is. He looks around a smile creeping across his face.
Fred: ”You know I’ve been here a couple of months now but Vegas is already beginning to feel like home… New ventures, new horizons, new friends but then there’s always a bit of the same ol’ same ol’. Same repetitive actions like destroying Mac, Tristan Slater, Cable, Kido… The one time you guys have had one up on The Kingdom was when I was eliminated by John Cable, but that’ll be addressed in no time at all, first we deal with the man that was tumbled out of The Kingdom, Mac Bane. Mac Bane and “THEE GLORIOUS” Tristan Slater! Two men who really don’t like Fred Debonair at the moment Eh? In fact I wouldn’t even say they don’t like me, they loathe me! And that’s just the way I like it…
Mac do you remember what you said when we first faced off? You said Fred Debonair is good, could be great but at that point in time you said that I was just added to the match to see if I could cut it and boy have I ever been cutting it since?? Mac did you even hear yourself when you spoke those words? Goddamn hoss! You weren’t speaking to some long faced greenhorn when you opened your mouth… You were talking to Fred Debonair! Multi-Promotional, Multi-Title holding legend! How does it feel Mac Daddy? To have tried to bring me down to your level over and over again, only to fall at the first hurdle every time?!
You love to make a song and dance about cutting corners and “cheating” but let’s have it right shall we, Mac? That’s long behind us now and althoguh you think I’ve not paid my dues, the fact of the matter is, those beatings I give you every single time you show up to my door? That’s the only remuneration you deserve brother! The past is done and the only thing we can do now is move on, move on to a new era of Fred Debonair showing Mac, Tristan, Kido, Cable and anyone else that wants to step to the plate how it’s done in a different kind of environment! I’ve already show that I’m stronger, better and far superior even without the use of lackadaisical rulings, so now it’s just for fun…
CCPE is a company we both belong to, Mac… One we both signed contracts to be represented by Chris Page on, but your actions of late for me have been the questionable ones. I had to continuously look at the CCPE Versus The World card, because something told me your name, at one stage, was gonna be on the side of “The World”. You seem to have tbis big vibe of having to remind people we’re not “a stable” we “don’t have to be friends” why Mac? Feels to me like you have an ulterior motive! You know, we could have gotten on just fine but you’ve chosen your side, even after the incident on Brawl, we could have put it behind us, but you drew the line in the sand and stepped over it. My condolences to your family for their loss, Mac!”
Fred stops at an intersection and waits for the green light, before walking across and lighting a spliff from his pocket. He continues to talk.
Fred: ”And then we have Tristan Slater… Thee Glorious one! Hope the arm’s feeling better buddy? You know just like Mac, you can’t just put it behind you and let the dust settle, what’s up with that? Oh I’m to blame for the hairline fracture, oh boo hoo! And as a matter of fact I really don’t care about Holden Ross and his chair antics because he’ll get his soon enough, I’m even over the chokeslam he gave me why? Most likely because I deserved it, the same way you deserved the arm being busted, can you be unlike Mac though Tristan and say goodbye to the moody blues, start anew?
You must be so happy, Tristan, that Fred Debonair didn’t win the West Coast Rumble eh? So happy! But how do you feel about Peter Vaughn being the Champ? How’s that feel knowing that somebody in CCPE who you absolutely despise… Is holding the WGWF World Title?! You know it’s funny Tristan that you’ve sat there before explaining how Fred Debonair was probably not known among those on the WGWF Roster and I’m still having a hard time understanding what exactly you based that off of?! I’ve been a name on the lips of Wrestling fans for the last quarter of a century but don’t worry because the amount of times I’ve put you clowns down, I’ve garnered quite a bit of additional recognition, just for that!
Boys I really don’t have much else to say to either of you because as I’ve always said we can do this until the cows come home, the childish insults from your neck of the woods is just getting irksome now too if I’m honest! The only thing that matters is inside the ring! So let’s leave it at that eh? Let’s see how we get on, on Brawl… And don’t worry Mac I’ll leave it between the bells this time, because once I’ve done with you this time, it’ll be for good…”
Fred stops at a huge gate, with a smaller gate attached and runs his fingers along the rails before reaching a keypad. He inputs a code and the smaller gate opens allowing him inside the property. As he walks toward the house inside we backtrack to see the words “THE KINGDOM” in gold lettering. He walks inside the house and hears a toilet flush…
Aurora: ”FRED?! CAN YOU COME HERE PLEASE?!”
Fred mumbled under his breath as he walks towards one of the downstairs bathrooms and pushed the door open. He freezes when he gets inside and we hear a giggle from Aurora.
Fred: ”Are you shitting me?!”
The scene begins to fade out as Fred heads into the room, huge smile on his face.
Four Days Earlier…
Fred had been sent one way by Colonel Foster and she’d gone the other way… No sooner had she split from Fred she saw him, the Bunny, in the underbrush. He didn’t run, he just casually walked away, perhaps didn’t even realise she was there at all, but once he saw her he stopped, turned to face her. She was shocked as she expected him to run away… She moved slowly toward him more so now as he was covered mainly by shadows than anything.
Colonel Foster: ”Ok… Look, I’m really not sure what your end game is, or even if you’re planning something but I want to know who you are… I want to see with my own eyes what’s under that mask…”
Bunny: ”Are you sure?? You ready for this??”
Foster takes a deep breath, sighs and nods in the affirmative. Slowly the Bunny begins to unzip behind his head, he looks around and pulls it off completely, looking at Colonel Foster as he does… She gasps, audibly, just standing there…
Bunny: ”Hey Foster…”
FADE — TO — BLACK.