Ultimatejobber presents: Option C Wrestling (OCW)
May 5, 2015 21:48:47 GMT -5
Post by Ultimatejobber on May 5, 2015 21:48:47 GMT -5
Lights up on an empty, unnamed arena. A ring waits in the center of the arena. Four aisles extend from each corner of the ring to the backstage area. Daniel Bryan, Ricky Steamboat, Jushin Liger, and Ultimo Dragon enter from four each of the different corners of the arena and enter the ring and stand in a corner.
DB: Uh...hey fellas? Anyone know what's going on here?
RS: No idea Daniel. I got this invitation in the mail. It said to be here on May 5th at 11:00 pm. It said I wouldn't regret it. I didn't have plans, so here I am. What about you?
DB: Yeah I got an invite too. Since my injuries have all magically healed up overnight, I thought I would check it out. What about you two? (points to Liger and Dragon)
Dragon and Liger hold up envelopes and nod. Suddenly, a voice interrupts the brief silence.
Man's Voice: Excellent. you all came.
The voice is coming from the first row seats of the arena. The figure is hidden in a shadow with his back to the camera. The man stands and walks into the ring and into the light.
AA: Bryan, oops! I mean, Daniel. Long time no see. Dragon, Dragon, Mr. Liger. It's an honor. Truly.
DB: What's this all about, Aries? And why do I feel like I've never been injured before?
AA: It's been eight years. You don't know this by now? It's the Pun's House draft, man. A reality all its own. No injuries in this world. But enough about that. You asked what this is all about. I'll tell you.
Gentlemen, I'm tired. I'm tired of the lie that is professional wrestling today. I'm tired of climbing for X's dangling over rings. I'm tired of dumb stipulations and cage matches that don't matter. I'm tired of briefcases. I'm tired of watching neanderthals with no concept of the art of true professional wrestling being regarded as something that resembles talent. I AM TIRED! Tired of having to kiss the ass of lesser men in the ring, just so I can get a chance at the top. I loathe what I've become. Giving Hulk Hogan the potential of an Option C turned my stomach, but I took that nauseating experience and turned it to gold. I shouldn't have had to invent options to have a shot when I can wrestle circles around those jokers in TNA.
That's when I looked at the calendar and saw that it was April. That's when I saw my shot. An opportunity for a true Option C. So I looked for someone who would share my vision. Someone who could represent this Option C Wrestling and draft talent. True talent. Ring Generals. Talent who will show the world the ART that is wrestling. Well, I found that man in Ultimatejobber. He liked my vision and said he would find someone to buy a stake in the project so that we can make this year's fed go. He even told me to give him four names with which to build this company. I submitted your names. I'm happy he came through.
This is our chance to build something beautiful. No more having to make fat, clumsy goofs look good. Just men in the squared circle tearing down the house. I just have one question for each of you. Are you with me?
DB: Easy answer for me YES.
RS: No way I can pass this up. I'm in
UD: Hai. sukidesu
JL: Hai. sukidesu
AA: Well, Gentlemen, Welcome to Option C Wrestling.
The five men meet in the middle of the ring and shake hands. From the balcony, another figure watches the proceedings from the shadows.
Man's Voice: Almost too easy.
Fade Out
DB: Uh...hey fellas? Anyone know what's going on here?
RS: No idea Daniel. I got this invitation in the mail. It said to be here on May 5th at 11:00 pm. It said I wouldn't regret it. I didn't have plans, so here I am. What about you?
DB: Yeah I got an invite too. Since my injuries have all magically healed up overnight, I thought I would check it out. What about you two? (points to Liger and Dragon)
Dragon and Liger hold up envelopes and nod. Suddenly, a voice interrupts the brief silence.
Man's Voice: Excellent. you all came.
The voice is coming from the first row seats of the arena. The figure is hidden in a shadow with his back to the camera. The man stands and walks into the ring and into the light.
AA: Bryan, oops! I mean, Daniel. Long time no see. Dragon, Dragon, Mr. Liger. It's an honor. Truly.
DB: What's this all about, Aries? And why do I feel like I've never been injured before?
AA: It's been eight years. You don't know this by now? It's the Pun's House draft, man. A reality all its own. No injuries in this world. But enough about that. You asked what this is all about. I'll tell you.
Gentlemen, I'm tired. I'm tired of the lie that is professional wrestling today. I'm tired of climbing for X's dangling over rings. I'm tired of dumb stipulations and cage matches that don't matter. I'm tired of briefcases. I'm tired of watching neanderthals with no concept of the art of true professional wrestling being regarded as something that resembles talent. I AM TIRED! Tired of having to kiss the ass of lesser men in the ring, just so I can get a chance at the top. I loathe what I've become. Giving Hulk Hogan the potential of an Option C turned my stomach, but I took that nauseating experience and turned it to gold. I shouldn't have had to invent options to have a shot when I can wrestle circles around those jokers in TNA.
That's when I looked at the calendar and saw that it was April. That's when I saw my shot. An opportunity for a true Option C. So I looked for someone who would share my vision. Someone who could represent this Option C Wrestling and draft talent. True talent. Ring Generals. Talent who will show the world the ART that is wrestling. Well, I found that man in Ultimatejobber. He liked my vision and said he would find someone to buy a stake in the project so that we can make this year's fed go. He even told me to give him four names with which to build this company. I submitted your names. I'm happy he came through.
This is our chance to build something beautiful. No more having to make fat, clumsy goofs look good. Just men in the squared circle tearing down the house. I just have one question for each of you. Are you with me?
DB: Easy answer for me YES.
RS: No way I can pass this up. I'm in
UD: Hai. sukidesu
JL: Hai. sukidesu
AA: Well, Gentlemen, Welcome to Option C Wrestling.
The five men meet in the middle of the ring and shake hands. From the balcony, another figure watches the proceedings from the shadows.
Man's Voice: Almost too easy.
Fade Out