Let’s get ready to rumble (Or Thank God J Mont didn’t enter)
Apr 22, 2023 19:16:37 GMT -5
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Post by Devlin Knight on Apr 22, 2023 19:16:37 GMT -5
(NB: continues on from adambarker1981.proboards.com/thread/16034/hotel-balcony)
One rule for them…
The last time the lucky folks of the WGWF Universe saw Fred Debonair in action, he was taking on Coding Rhodes on edge of the seat action and showing guest commentator Jonathan Bacchus why he’s going to be on the wrong side of history when the time comes. But Fred doesn’t feel that way about the situation as we find him in his Locker room, smashing up chairs and chucking things across the room… Aurora is standing by the minibar and sucking on a bottle of Minute Maid Orange Juice through a straw.
Aurora: ”Babe, I know I’m a novice with Wrestling still but, I’m pretty sure you won the match, didn’t you?”
Fred: ”Yeah, I won but that’s besides the point…”
Aurora: ”Besides the point, how? You’re smashing up the place like you just got beat by someone like a misbehaving stepchild…”
Fred: ”Or, you mean like I was against Deandre Williams last night?”
Aurora: ”Well, I wasn’t going to mention that match and we all know what happened there so no need for us to discuss that right now… But, I am still confused?”
Fred: ”Well I don’t know if tonight was some kind of banter between myself and the boys or what but THAT was not who I was expecting to face tonight… Coding Rhodes??”
Aurora: ”Oh c’mon you have to see the funny side of it? Even I did…”
Fred: ”Okay yes, it was amusing but Aurora, babe… I’ve had this jackass Bacchus accepting my open challenge and so therefore the point stood to be proven on why he made a mistake doing so… As I said before you could have given me a returning Cable, you could have given me Cholo or even the WGWF World Champion, Peter Vaughn and the same outcome would have occurred but Coding Rhodes who even The Courthouse’s greenest student would have beaten?!”
Aurora thinks for a moment and nods as she walks towards Fred’s kitbag and stuffs his ring-wear inside as we watch him pull on a black tee-shirt and button up his jeans. He sits on the sofa in the locker room and begins pulling on his Nike Huarache.
Aurora: ”Yeah I get that, I do… But c’mon babe, you’re Fred Debonair and I’m pretty sure Johnny Bacchus knows this already. You guys had a very entertaining altercation at WrestleWars, even I could feel the air from those dicks swinging but you can’t tell me, you didn’t know who he was, surely?”
Fred: ”Of course I knew who Action Wrestling's Johnny Bacchus was before he so rudely interrupted me at WrestlWars!”
Aurora: ”Okay because obviously I didn’t, but he absolutely knew who you were… Even if he acted like he didn’t.”
Fred: ”Is there a point to this, doll?”
Aurora comes up behind Fred before he stands up and wraps her arms around him, kissing his ear and neck.
Aurora: ”The point, Monsior Debonair, is that if you know who The Rascal King is and he knows who you are…. What’s with the public displays of affection towards one another? The flirting?”
Fred: ”Girl, what are you talking about?”
Aurora: ”Stop with your constant back and forth! That’s what got you this match with Coding Rhodes that you’re complaining about…”
Fred stands and turns looking at this woman who’s standing in front of him, only very recently learning about Wrestling but saying all the right things… She winks as if reading his mind.
Aurora: ”It’s business acumen babe…”
Fred: ”Yeah, yeah you’re right…”
Aurora: ”Besides you’ve got other things to focus on going forward.”
Fred: ”Oh?”
Aurora: ”You heard Raven’s announcement tonight didn’t you?”
Fred: ”About War Games? Of course…”
Aurora: ”We find out who those in the Battle Royal are in the morning and I can almost guarantee you’ll be one of them.”
Fred: ”You think so?”
Aurora: ”Absolutely Fred, why wouldn’t you get the opportunity? Now, do you think security will let me go to Shake-Shack and bring back some stuff for us? There’s still about half hour, forty minutes of the show left.”
Fred: ”Go for it, babe. They’re not gonna stop you coming back in…”
Fred sits back down gets himself comfortable on the couch, closing his eyes as Aurora leaves the room, closing the door behind her. No sooner has she done this though, everything goes dark…
Voice: ”Welcome back Fred…”
Fred’s eyes snap open and he finds himself sat on the same couch, in what appears to be a disused warehouse. He spins around and lets out a sigh of relief… Standing there is the Bunny. He approaches Fred and stands in front of him…
Fred: ”Man, why do you continue to wear that stupid bunny suit?”
Bunny: ”Why do you wear that stupid man suit??”
Fred: ”You’ve figured out time travel and Interdimensional jumping and the best you can come up with is quoting one of the best movies ever??”
Bunny: ”Yeah, you’re right that’s on me, that’s my bad! But to answer your question it’s aesthetics. But listen this is very important, I need to get you back soon…”
Fred: ”Okay I’m listening.”
Bunny: ”Things are changing, in the timeline, Fred… Things are happening and right now you aren’t where you’re supposed to be.”
Fred: ”Really? Things seem to be going well for me lately.”
The Bunny just looks at Fred and tilts his head slightly.
Bunny: ”Do they though? Oh and you can’t see it because of the mask, but I’m screwing up my face when I’m saying that… Fred you’ve lost two matches in a row lately, big matches at that and you think things are good?”
Fred: ”Oh c’mon… My loss to Deandre Williams was all about Max Stone! And so was the loss to Max Stone for that matter…”
Bunny: ”Always with the jokes, Devlin, I suppose I’d be the same if the story was playing out that way over here or in every other alt. But listen up and listen good, this isn’t just about you anymore… In fact this was never just about you!”
Fred: ”Don’t call me that… And what do you mean not just about me? I never believed it was.”
Bunny: ”What, Devlin? It’s your name and well you say you don’t believe it’s all about you, but you see everybody always thinks they’re the main character in the story. No this is about a lot more man, there’s so much at stake and a lot right now is dependent on your next match…”
Fred stands up, raising an eyebrow as the Bunny removes his head mask and now we know things are serious as the two meet face to face.
Fred: ”Dependent on the upcoming Battle Royal? Well of course it does because my place as a WarGames Captain relies on me being one of the final two in that match when the final bell rings…”
Bunny: ”It’s not as simple as that Devlin and you know it… Look at what’s being laid out in front of you; twelve individuals who want this as bad as you…”
Fred turns away from the Bunny and walks further into the darkness. He runs his hand over his chin in thought.
Bunny: ”Are you okay babe? I brought you back your favourite…”
Fred: ”Huh???”
Fred spins around confused, but as he does everything becomes light again and he finds himself standing facing Aurora in the dressing room again. She’s holding a Shake-Shack branded brown paper bag, which she holds out to him.
Aurora: ”Shake-Shack? I brought you back your favourite. A Double ShackMeister, Jalapeño ranch fries and a Coffee shake…”
Fred: ”One of the very, very many reasons I love you doll…”
Aurora: ”And if that doesn’t cheer you up enough.”
Aurora smirks at Fred who grabs a couple of Jalapeño ranch fries from the bag and shoved them in his mouth trying not to smile as the scene slowly fades out on us…
Time heals all wounds, sometimes…
The scene slowly comes to life in Fred’s Las Vegas apartment , showing Aurora Frost sleeping on the huge Queen sized bed owned by herself and Fred, a thin sheet and not much else covering her. As we swivel towards the balcony of the room, the moonlight shining down on a table and chair which is currently housing the man of the hour, “The Kingdom” Fred Debonair. He’s currently looking out at the view across the Nevada desert, stars twinkling above. A bottle of Corona sits on the table, as does a joint he’s just taken a draw from and placed in the ashtray he clears his throat a little…
Fred: ”So Johnny Bacchus thinks he’s got Fred Debonair on the ropes? He thinks he’s got the sweet tea all because of a few cute comments he made last show when yours truly put away Coding Rhodes eh? Man this kid has balls and his reputation definitely precedes him, but right now as much as I want to get into the ring and throttle him. Jonathan Bacchus can wait a spell for right now I’ve got the pathway to WarGames staring me right in the face, with many a variable…-“
Voice: ”And many a threat…”
Fred jumps slightly but looks down at his Corona bottle almost expecting to see The Bunny in the glass, but what he actually sees is himself, but not quite… It is yet another variant.
Fred: ”Hello, you’re new aren’t you? I don’t think we’ve ever met…”
Variant: ”We have now, very glad to make your acquaintance, now where were we? Ah, yes… The twelve threats you face going into the WGWF WarGames Battle-Royal…”
Fred: ”It’s not all negative though. The number twelve carries religious, mythological and magical symbolism, generally representing perfection, entirety, or cosmic order in traditions since antiquity…”
Variant: ”Of course but with you in the ring, it makes it thirteen right? Not twelve.”
Fred: ”Yes, yes it does and the number thirteen symbolises the death to the matter or to oneself and the birth to the spirit: the passage on a higher level of existence.”
Fred smirks as he lifts up the Corona, swigging it back as the variant loses balance but keeps composure. Fred stands up as he takes another puff of the magic dust and places the bottle on the ledge.
Fred: ”And who exactly do I have coming up against me this Monday night? Who are the twelve?”
Variant: ”Well first and foremostly we have “The Untamed Demon”, or Damage, I’m not quite sure what name he goes by right now…”
Fred: ”That’s the guy who has history with Samuel Chatman right? Yeah… The same Samuel Chatman who will be taking on Jonathan Bacchus… A Demon untamed who to me has just seemed like a big-ass bully with an inferiority complex… A man who has spent time focusing on one half of the participants and still didn’t even realise that Fred Debonair was going to be in this match, now that my friends, is poor!”
Variant: ”Mike Mason will also be involved in this match up…”
Fred: ”Good, good… A man I’ve had an eye on since he first arrived here and tried to sink his teeth into our current WGWF Intercontinental Champion, Cholo… And almost succeeded at every turn but you know? Didn’t! Mike Mason… The Mecca of Manhood?! The President of Pump?! The Bod God?! Deity of Deltoids?! And the list goes on and on… There’s only one Mecca let me tell you, Mike. Now, I don’t tend to comment on things people like Michael ramble about but, claiming I lose everywhere?! Hah! I WALKED OUT in my S.E.X Cup match, in TPW… I’ve won pretty much every match I’ve stepped into the ring for here, in WGWF bar the West Coast Battle Royal and I’ve also been pretty successful in IIW too, so you must have the wrong guy hoss, but let’s be safe and I’ll give you a full demonstration on just how wrong you are, come Brawl, eh??”
Fred takes another draw on the spliff, sucking the flavour all the way into the back of his throat as we watch him also neck the rest of the Corona… The glass balcony doors showing Fred’s variant standing behind him in the other dimension. He smirks as Fred places the bottle into the trash can beside the door.
Variant: ”And so, what about this guy, Kr0w? Have you heard of him prior or know anything about him??”
Fred: ”I know absolutely nothing about this cat, not a single solitary thing… EXCEPT his full name, Hector Delkrow, the fact he grew up on the east side of Harlem and probably built and lived an extremely similar life to myself being caught up in the gangland styles of New York City. I’ve got a decade on this guy so I probably sent him on a few errands in the day… But you can bet your ass he’s an absolute bastard… Wanna know the difference between a thug and a bastard? The latter loses all composure and ability to think, whereas a bastard, not to be confused with John Snow who knew nothing, is extremely intelligent and knows exactly what he’s doing with every step he makes and I’m here for that, he’s probably one of the more dangerous opponents I’ve got in this Battle Royal…”
Variant: ”Another name on the list, Devlin… Is the snake lady, Lexi Gold.”
Fred: ”This is a girl after my own heart, I can’t deny that… The whole snake thing is a nerve tingler. But you know since she beat Goth to stop herself becoming his doll, she’s seemingly made herself into one, you’ve seen the mask she placed over herself last week right? I’ve got to say that was pretty damn creepy, but to each their own. All I know is she wants to focus, because if she comes into this Battle Royal with a warped mindset she’ll get ended before the match even starts and I don’t just mean by me…”
Fred puts the blunt out in the ashtray, grabs his sneakers and jacket and puts them both on before creeping past a sleeping Aurora after locking the balcony doors, creeping downstairs and exiting the house. He doesn’t take his car, but instead walks down the dark road, before turning onto the strip. As he passes the glass windows of the restaurants, cafe’s and casinos he sees the variant keeping pace with him…
Variant: ”We have a couple of Champions involved in this match too, former ones as well… Take that Punisher guy who’s next…”
Fred: ”Former Television Champion, up until WrestleWars 8, but let me ask you this… Has Pun actually been in any matches that haven’t just involved Sonya Benson? I mean I’ve only ever seen him in one of those matches, tbf but otherwise it’s just been against that she-devil man… I don’t think I’ve seen any archive footage either!
Variant: ”That's a former Champion, but we have a couple of current Champions here in this Battle Royal, Devlin… Starting with the current WGWF Intercontinental Champion, Cholo!”
Fred: ”Cholo is yet another individual in this Battle Royal that I could say is worthy of going head to head with me in this day and age… Beating off opponent after opponent, flicking away with bothersome fly, that is Mike Mason and finishing up with a victory over Buster Gloves to become the new Intercontinental Champ! But he isn’t facing Mike Mason or Buster Gloves here, he’ll be facing twelve others including myself so he needs a crutch to rely on; he best hope he finds it!”
Fred stops outside what looks to be one of those expensive as hell electrical stores you’ll find in tourist districts, you know the ones…? They sell the knock-off merchandise for companies and events around the way too. Well, he disappears inside for two, perhaps three minutes and comes out wearing a black Tee-Shirt, with one word scribbled across the front in bright red block font “BADMON” and on the back is a caricature of one, Spencer Adams, as he walks on he looks at the variant in the glass.
Fred: ”I could read your mind and yes this guy cropped up next! Action Wrestlings own, “Badmon” Spencer Adams… Man I’ve got to say that just like Mike Mason you’ve also irked me enough to prick my ears up and pay attention to what you’ve got to say and then when you were just starting so well… You fell to Earth with a damn WALLOP! Bro you could be as petty as you want it still doesn’t mean you have a chance of putting a dent in my ego, hoss! Do you actually think it bothers me that you may pick your pal, Jonathan Bacchus, “The Rascal King” to be on your team should you be a Captain? It bothers me more that I now know there’s no way I’d be picked should you finish in two of the top spots! You want to be petty, Spencer? We can do petty… As for me being a “journeyman”, Badmon? I’ve been a mainstay in every promotion I’ve stepped foot in and you’ve got almost as much gold as I’ve picked up in one promotion but I'm sure you’ll get there soon… Just remember assumptions are the mother of all fuck ups.”
Variant: ”Then there’s the only other female in the Battle Royal bar Lexi, Fred… Brooke Blakely.”
Fred: ”Brooke Blakely, another who admittedly I don’t know all too much about. She’s a former gymnast, worshipped someone called Parasol Vaseline or something and is only twenty-one years old… God I hate beating down on the young ones because I look like an asshole, but as I’ve always said, if you’re old enough to mouth off your old enough to get pounded. She could easily be another contender with the martial arts etc she knows, but do you… Does anyone want to take that risk…?”
Variant: ”And then of course every one of these types of events has a mystery guy, or girl… Your take is what?”
Fred: ”The mystery person doesn’t bother me at all, he or she truly doesn’t sway my belief in how this match is going to go whatsoever! But what I do know is once that person hits the ring and steps inside things will be tightly packed away like sardines and they’ll have to worry about me, not the other way around! I will be dumping this “mystery person” out of the match…”
Variant: ”And we all know as well as Champions, former Champions etc… The match has a few CCPE members don’t it? Jim Caedus for one.”
Fred smirks as he pulls a joint from his jeans pocket, a lighter from the other, lights it up and takes a deep breath in, the first pull burning his throat.
Fred: ”Man Jim Caedus is an absolute Don as far as I’m concerned… This man runs his personal and professional life and business just the way I do and I think Page has done an absolute bang up job bringing JC into the CCPE fold! He again, will be a tough son of a bitch to get through, on Monday night!”
Variant: ”Speaking of tough nuts to crack, Mac Bane.”
Fred: ”Yes indeed, another CCPE member… You know, people think Mac and myself hate each other, but that couldn’t be further from the truth! No we may not get along where a few things are concerned and we won’t agree on everything, but there is an entire room stuffed with the respect I have for this man. He didn’t like that I continued to wail on a man once the bell had rung and it was essentially out of my control.. I respect and admire his restraint in those scenarios but he knows now that’s just not in The Kingdom’s playbook.”
Variant: ”And finally, a man who’s getting involved in this Battle Royal who’s not only a member of CCPE, but the current WGWF Champion, Peter Vaughn!”
Fred: ”And THIS is what I’ve been waiting for, confirmation that my, I’ll call him good friend, fellow CCPE member and WGWF World Champion IS in the Battle Royal! Another I admire and model my latest gameplan off of, a man who knows what he wants and goes for it. I just hope he understands that I will still be aiming to beat him and unfortunately for him it won’t only be as an utter last resort…
Because you see, like me or hate me, admire me or loathe me I AM still here and I AM still doing what I did when I first walked through those doors, as Fly Freddy over TWENTY-FIVE years ago! I AM still kicking ass no matter who you are, taking titles and souls and believe me as much as I wish I could carry those friends I do have through this, I can’t… And it is inevitable that The Kingdom will rise from there and will continue to rise… So go ahead and say your pr, no that’s been done. Just be prepared to get a good night's sleep before Monday because I can assure you, once I’m done with each of you I get my hands on Monday night, you won’t be sleeping again because of the nightmares….”
With that, Fred takes another puff and turns back toward the apartment as the variant in the glass windows disappear and the scene begins to fade - to - black!