Post by Gunner Hughes on Apr 23, 2013 2:38:29 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside an empty classroom. The view pans around a bit to show the surroundings, revealing the columns of desks that are lined up next to each other in the middle of the room and the chalkboard that covers most of the front wall. In front of the chalkboard a large steel desk is seen and behind the desk somebody is sitting with their back to the camera. As the view starts to slowly zoom in on the desk, the words “Wrestling 101” can be seen written in chalk on the chalkboard above. The view finishes zooming in and comes to a rest in the middle of the room, centered on the chair behind the desk as it slowly spins around, revealing the NAW Champion Gunner Hughes sitting. He has a relaxed grin on his face and he leans forward to rest his elbows on the desk, cupping his hands together as he peers into the camera with a sense of purpose in his eyes.
Gunner: “Hello, and welcome to Wrestling 101….I’m your instructor, Gunner Hughes.”
Gunner gets up from his chair and pushes it in as he walks around the desk. He’s dressed in his normal street attire, and around his waist the NAW Championship is seen. He walks past the desk and out in front of the other side of chalkboard, opening his arms as if to present the rest of the room to the camera.
Gunner: “Looking around you can see that there are a lot of empty seats in this classroom, and in turn you’re probably thinking to yourself, “What kind of class has no students?”
An ominous smile forms across his lips as he lowers his arms.
Gunner: “Well you see, this actual lesson today isn’t geared towards a room full of students…but instead towards just one undergraduate in particular, the number one contender Virgil Keenan. Virgil, you’ve had your eyes on me and the NAW Championship ever since the day you decided to stink up the NAW’s locker room with your presence. You’ve consistently belittled everybody around you on a weekly basis to in an attempt to promote yourself as some sort of savior to the fans of the NAW, telling them to rejoice? But rejoice for what? The presence of a foul mouthed boy who complains like a teenage girl?”
He lets out a mocking laugh as he crosses his arms.
Gunner: “I don’t think so Virgil, you should give the people more credit than that. You’ve shown nothing to be thankful for. You think that just taking this title belt and simply wrapping it around your skinny little waist is going to make you a champion, well on paper you might be right, but to truly establish yourself as the best in our company….to get that respect that you keep bitching about on a weekly basis….you’re going to have to do a hell of a lot more than just wrap this title belt around your waist…..you’re going to have to shut the f(bleep)k up for once and just wrestle for it!”
The smile disappears from Gunner’s face and is replaced by a more serious expression, one that fully recognizes the challenge that he has ahead. He reaches down and pats the faceplate of the title belt as he continues on.
Gunner: “And you will have the opportunity to do exactly that in this ironman match at Spring Breakdown. For 30 minutes you and I will battle inside that ring to determine which one of us will leave as the champion. Finally, after months of you acting as a keyboard warrior hiding behind a computer talking trash on the NAW website, the time is going to come for you to put away the mouse and keyboard, and instead climb inside the ring and actually try to do something about it. But before you even start to lace up that first little wrestling boot of yours kid, you better figure out what it is you’re after in this match. Why is it that you really want this title belt? Are you just looking for a fatter paycheck to maybe move yourself out of that trailer park you live in? Or do you honestly feel that you have what it takes to make a run as the top superstar in our company? You claim to be a better man than me…a better champion than I could ever be, but you’ve already shown that you don’t even know what a true champion is. So allow me to demonstrate Virgil, the makeup of a real champion.”
Gunner turns around and reaches up to pull a cord down and unwind a projector screen. On the screen is a poster with a shaded in diagram of the human body, with the words “The Anatomy of a Champion” printed above it. Gunner picks up a teacher’s pointer from the desk and then proceeds to point it at the head of the diagram as he starts his explanation.
Gunner: “This right here Virgil is the brain of a champion. With this, he is not only able to withstand the mental stress of having a target placed on his chest, but also the verbal assault of his opponents who attempt to get inside his head.”
Gunner turns to face the camera, a smile on his face.
Gunner: “Although you’d like everybody to believe that behind that mask your some cool collected individual who takes a calculated mental approach to getting under his opponent’s skin with his sharp words and insults, I proved that theory wrong recently didn’t I? You always have so much to say when you’re sitting behind your computer or your webcam, but what about when you were looking me in the eye face to face? You didn’t seem to so talkative then did you? I mean look at the contract signing, it only took me a couple of verbal jabs to make you lose your cool, and then look where that got you? You almost lost your head afterwards.”
He laughs, reminiscing about getting his hands on Virgil on Meltdown and the hasty retreat that he made after escaping.
Gunner: “You look so closely at the mic skills of those around you, or the lack of as you would say….but for what reason? I know that you think hearing the sound of your own voice automatically warrants an Emmy, but believe it or not some people actually entertain the mass by performing well in their matches. Of course, I assume that’s a little difficult to do when you can’t even make it past a flunky Television Champion. But what do I know? Maybe the sting of losing diminishes when you have something clever so say about it afterwards.”
He shrugs and shakes his head
Gunner: “In any case Virgil, dropping F-bombs and school yard insults might have gotten you noticed enough for a few people to pay attention to you long enough to toss you in a main event, but what will you do when you finally realize that all you did was talk your way into a fight that you can’t win? You’ve seen what I’m capable of in the ring when it comes to turning the match into my style of fight, and we both know that I have much more experience doing that than what I’ve shown in the NAW.”
Gunner turns towards the poster and again points the teacher’s pointer, this time at the arms of the diagram. He turns his head and again peers into the camera as he resumes.
Gunner: “These right here Virgil are the arms of a champion. He uses these to not only to defend himself against those who would threaten his title reign, but also exercise his form of justice on those who would bring dishonor to his promotion. Ever since my fight with David Fraggle’s lackey Judas, I’ve taken it upon myself to stand up for the NAW when its well-being was threatened. From the constant refusal to follow the rules by Steven Yellow, to the verbal attacks of the fans by the false Television Champion, I’ve upheld my responsibility to defend the NAW when needed and put people in their proper place. I believe that you have a proper place too Virgil, but unfortunately for you it’s not gonna be as the next NAW Champion.”
Again Gunner briefly looks back up at the diagram and points at the arms.
Gunner: “These arms here….they’re going to hurt you Virgil, just as they have so many before you. They’ve already caused many of wrestler to submit in my short career, and when this match gets underway you better believe that they’ll get ahold of you too. And when they do….”
He lets out a menacing laugh as he lowers his pointer and imagines having Virgil on the mat and locked in his modified camel clutch submission hold, the Full Metal Jacket. His eyes are gleaming as he smiles into the camera.
Gunner: “You better hope they pull me off of you while you still have feeling in your limbs. Contrary to what you may have heard about me before I became the NAW superstar, I’m not one for excess punishment after a match. But teaching an arrogant and disrespectful young punk like you a lesson? That sounds like it could be legit reason for me to hold on to the submission for a few extra seconds.”
Again Gunner turns and holds his pointer out to the diagram, this time pointing to the heart area before turning back to face the camera again.
Gunner: “This area right here is the heart of the champion, and this is something that I don’t expect you to know much about Virgil. It’s not that I don’t believe you have a heart, because I’m sure that beneath that child’s size wrestling attire that you wear out to the ring that there is little black heart beating in there somewhere. I won’t stand here and begin to question whether you have the ability to dig down and use it to your advantage, because honesty I haven’t even seen you tested yet in the NAW. You had a disappointing debut against Cthulhuson, and then a few unimpressive matches later you barely managed to pull one over against Leon Corella, a pathetic head case who was damaged goods before he even became a NAW superstar. Sure, somewhere in there you fared to one up me on Meltdown and you earned your shot at picking the stipulation for this match we have in front of us at Spring Breakdown, but don’t forget that while you were busting your ass to get one over on me….I was easily disposing of the man who humbled you the first time you had the chance at some NAW gold. So you can try to sit back and nitpick about the level of competition that I’ve seen in my career with our company or any other, but the fact still remains that no matter how talented they were, I’ve defeated each and every one of them. Not most of them, not all but one of them….ALL of them. I have proven time and time again why I am the NAW Champion, and I will do that once again when I leave you lying in the middle of that ring Virgil. So if you have a problem with the list of wrestler’s that I’ve left behind me so far in my career, well….then you’re really going to be pissed off when I your name is added to it after Spring Breakdown.”
Gunner flashes as cocky smile, confident that Virgil is somewhere watching right now and listening to his every word. He once more turns towards the projector screen and points to the diagram, this time to the legs.
Gunner: “These are the legs of the champion, and these are what has carried him through the difficult adversities in his life, and eventually to the ring in the NAW to defend his title belt against his challengers. This right leg in particular here, he has used this leg many times to put more wrestlers to sleep than a David Fraggle promo.”
He turns to face the camera.
Gunner: “For almost eight months these legs have carried me out to the ring where I’ve made a name for myself as a champion, not only in the NAW but also in the UWL as its International Champion. But as I said before Virgil, I’m not considered a champion simply because I have a title belt around my waist, I’ve earned this status by delivering for the fans every time I step inside a ring. You may consider it playing a part, but to me…it’s just getting recognition for doing what I’ve always been good at. At the contract signing on the last episode of Meltdown you called me a back alley thug, and you know what Virgil….you’re probably right. I came from a long history of fighting my way through life, whether it be for a job, or for a meal. So I guess maybe fighting in a back alley would in fact still come naturally to me. So do you think that creates a weakness for me in this fight, or an advantage? I know that you said that you’ll use your superior wrestling to win, but don’t make the same mistake that many have made before you and fool yourself into thinking that you’ll be the one who will be controlling the pace in this fight. You can plan on coming into to wrestle me all you want Virgil, but this is going to be a fight….plain and simple. I mean come on now…all of the trash talking and you mean to tell me that you want to keep it to a simple wrestling match?”
Gunner shakes his head with an unconvinced look on his face.
Gunner: “I’m not buying it. I forced you to crack at the contract signing, and I’ll do it once more when we meet inside the ring again.”
He glances over at the poster, and points at the crotch area before glancing back at the camera with a slight grin.
Gunner: “That’s right, you guessed it….these are the balls of the champion. These are what give him the fortitude to accept all challenges and overcome each and every one of them. These are why his name has been spoken throughout the rosters of multiple feds, and why he’s been propositioned by promoters more times than a fat girl in a bar at last call. These are what has driven him to become the most dominating superstar in the history of the NAW, and to destroy everybody who has stood in his path.”
He lowers his hand and walks over in front of the desk, tossing the pointer back down as he leans up against the front of it.
Gunner: “When you’re standing inside your trailer taking a piss in the morning Virgil, you probably look down at those two little things you have dangling between your own legs and get an idea in your head that you have the balls to be the NAW Champion. But don’t fool yourself junior, because the last time we stood face to face you showed that balls are the last thing you’ll be bringing with you in this fight.”
The view slowly begins to zoom in on his face as he continues on.
Gunner: “You’re a man who hides behind a mask, who then hides behind the NAW website while nitpicking at the roster members from the safety of his cellphone. You have talked long enough Virgil Keenan, and the only rejoice the people are going to get from you is watching you leave Spring Breakdown just as you arrived…..empty handed.”
Gunner leans forward and glares into the camera with a cocky smile as it finishes focusing on his face
Gunner: “Class dismissed.”
Gunner: “Hello, and welcome to Wrestling 101….I’m your instructor, Gunner Hughes.”
Gunner gets up from his chair and pushes it in as he walks around the desk. He’s dressed in his normal street attire, and around his waist the NAW Championship is seen. He walks past the desk and out in front of the other side of chalkboard, opening his arms as if to present the rest of the room to the camera.
Gunner: “Looking around you can see that there are a lot of empty seats in this classroom, and in turn you’re probably thinking to yourself, “What kind of class has no students?”
An ominous smile forms across his lips as he lowers his arms.
Gunner: “Well you see, this actual lesson today isn’t geared towards a room full of students…but instead towards just one undergraduate in particular, the number one contender Virgil Keenan. Virgil, you’ve had your eyes on me and the NAW Championship ever since the day you decided to stink up the NAW’s locker room with your presence. You’ve consistently belittled everybody around you on a weekly basis to in an attempt to promote yourself as some sort of savior to the fans of the NAW, telling them to rejoice? But rejoice for what? The presence of a foul mouthed boy who complains like a teenage girl?”
He lets out a mocking laugh as he crosses his arms.
Gunner: “I don’t think so Virgil, you should give the people more credit than that. You’ve shown nothing to be thankful for. You think that just taking this title belt and simply wrapping it around your skinny little waist is going to make you a champion, well on paper you might be right, but to truly establish yourself as the best in our company….to get that respect that you keep bitching about on a weekly basis….you’re going to have to do a hell of a lot more than just wrap this title belt around your waist…..you’re going to have to shut the f(bleep)k up for once and just wrestle for it!”
The smile disappears from Gunner’s face and is replaced by a more serious expression, one that fully recognizes the challenge that he has ahead. He reaches down and pats the faceplate of the title belt as he continues on.
Gunner: “And you will have the opportunity to do exactly that in this ironman match at Spring Breakdown. For 30 minutes you and I will battle inside that ring to determine which one of us will leave as the champion. Finally, after months of you acting as a keyboard warrior hiding behind a computer talking trash on the NAW website, the time is going to come for you to put away the mouse and keyboard, and instead climb inside the ring and actually try to do something about it. But before you even start to lace up that first little wrestling boot of yours kid, you better figure out what it is you’re after in this match. Why is it that you really want this title belt? Are you just looking for a fatter paycheck to maybe move yourself out of that trailer park you live in? Or do you honestly feel that you have what it takes to make a run as the top superstar in our company? You claim to be a better man than me…a better champion than I could ever be, but you’ve already shown that you don’t even know what a true champion is. So allow me to demonstrate Virgil, the makeup of a real champion.”
Gunner turns around and reaches up to pull a cord down and unwind a projector screen. On the screen is a poster with a shaded in diagram of the human body, with the words “The Anatomy of a Champion” printed above it. Gunner picks up a teacher’s pointer from the desk and then proceeds to point it at the head of the diagram as he starts his explanation.
Gunner: “This right here Virgil is the brain of a champion. With this, he is not only able to withstand the mental stress of having a target placed on his chest, but also the verbal assault of his opponents who attempt to get inside his head.”
Gunner turns to face the camera, a smile on his face.
Gunner: “Although you’d like everybody to believe that behind that mask your some cool collected individual who takes a calculated mental approach to getting under his opponent’s skin with his sharp words and insults, I proved that theory wrong recently didn’t I? You always have so much to say when you’re sitting behind your computer or your webcam, but what about when you were looking me in the eye face to face? You didn’t seem to so talkative then did you? I mean look at the contract signing, it only took me a couple of verbal jabs to make you lose your cool, and then look where that got you? You almost lost your head afterwards.”
He laughs, reminiscing about getting his hands on Virgil on Meltdown and the hasty retreat that he made after escaping.
Gunner: “You look so closely at the mic skills of those around you, or the lack of as you would say….but for what reason? I know that you think hearing the sound of your own voice automatically warrants an Emmy, but believe it or not some people actually entertain the mass by performing well in their matches. Of course, I assume that’s a little difficult to do when you can’t even make it past a flunky Television Champion. But what do I know? Maybe the sting of losing diminishes when you have something clever so say about it afterwards.”
He shrugs and shakes his head
Gunner: “In any case Virgil, dropping F-bombs and school yard insults might have gotten you noticed enough for a few people to pay attention to you long enough to toss you in a main event, but what will you do when you finally realize that all you did was talk your way into a fight that you can’t win? You’ve seen what I’m capable of in the ring when it comes to turning the match into my style of fight, and we both know that I have much more experience doing that than what I’ve shown in the NAW.”
Gunner turns towards the poster and again points the teacher’s pointer, this time at the arms of the diagram. He turns his head and again peers into the camera as he resumes.
Gunner: “These right here Virgil are the arms of a champion. He uses these to not only to defend himself against those who would threaten his title reign, but also exercise his form of justice on those who would bring dishonor to his promotion. Ever since my fight with David Fraggle’s lackey Judas, I’ve taken it upon myself to stand up for the NAW when its well-being was threatened. From the constant refusal to follow the rules by Steven Yellow, to the verbal attacks of the fans by the false Television Champion, I’ve upheld my responsibility to defend the NAW when needed and put people in their proper place. I believe that you have a proper place too Virgil, but unfortunately for you it’s not gonna be as the next NAW Champion.”
Again Gunner briefly looks back up at the diagram and points at the arms.
Gunner: “These arms here….they’re going to hurt you Virgil, just as they have so many before you. They’ve already caused many of wrestler to submit in my short career, and when this match gets underway you better believe that they’ll get ahold of you too. And when they do….”
He lets out a menacing laugh as he lowers his pointer and imagines having Virgil on the mat and locked in his modified camel clutch submission hold, the Full Metal Jacket. His eyes are gleaming as he smiles into the camera.
Gunner: “You better hope they pull me off of you while you still have feeling in your limbs. Contrary to what you may have heard about me before I became the NAW superstar, I’m not one for excess punishment after a match. But teaching an arrogant and disrespectful young punk like you a lesson? That sounds like it could be legit reason for me to hold on to the submission for a few extra seconds.”
Again Gunner turns and holds his pointer out to the diagram, this time pointing to the heart area before turning back to face the camera again.
Gunner: “This area right here is the heart of the champion, and this is something that I don’t expect you to know much about Virgil. It’s not that I don’t believe you have a heart, because I’m sure that beneath that child’s size wrestling attire that you wear out to the ring that there is little black heart beating in there somewhere. I won’t stand here and begin to question whether you have the ability to dig down and use it to your advantage, because honesty I haven’t even seen you tested yet in the NAW. You had a disappointing debut against Cthulhuson, and then a few unimpressive matches later you barely managed to pull one over against Leon Corella, a pathetic head case who was damaged goods before he even became a NAW superstar. Sure, somewhere in there you fared to one up me on Meltdown and you earned your shot at picking the stipulation for this match we have in front of us at Spring Breakdown, but don’t forget that while you were busting your ass to get one over on me….I was easily disposing of the man who humbled you the first time you had the chance at some NAW gold. So you can try to sit back and nitpick about the level of competition that I’ve seen in my career with our company or any other, but the fact still remains that no matter how talented they were, I’ve defeated each and every one of them. Not most of them, not all but one of them….ALL of them. I have proven time and time again why I am the NAW Champion, and I will do that once again when I leave you lying in the middle of that ring Virgil. So if you have a problem with the list of wrestler’s that I’ve left behind me so far in my career, well….then you’re really going to be pissed off when I your name is added to it after Spring Breakdown.”
Gunner flashes as cocky smile, confident that Virgil is somewhere watching right now and listening to his every word. He once more turns towards the projector screen and points to the diagram, this time to the legs.
Gunner: “These are the legs of the champion, and these are what has carried him through the difficult adversities in his life, and eventually to the ring in the NAW to defend his title belt against his challengers. This right leg in particular here, he has used this leg many times to put more wrestlers to sleep than a David Fraggle promo.”
He turns to face the camera.
Gunner: “For almost eight months these legs have carried me out to the ring where I’ve made a name for myself as a champion, not only in the NAW but also in the UWL as its International Champion. But as I said before Virgil, I’m not considered a champion simply because I have a title belt around my waist, I’ve earned this status by delivering for the fans every time I step inside a ring. You may consider it playing a part, but to me…it’s just getting recognition for doing what I’ve always been good at. At the contract signing on the last episode of Meltdown you called me a back alley thug, and you know what Virgil….you’re probably right. I came from a long history of fighting my way through life, whether it be for a job, or for a meal. So I guess maybe fighting in a back alley would in fact still come naturally to me. So do you think that creates a weakness for me in this fight, or an advantage? I know that you said that you’ll use your superior wrestling to win, but don’t make the same mistake that many have made before you and fool yourself into thinking that you’ll be the one who will be controlling the pace in this fight. You can plan on coming into to wrestle me all you want Virgil, but this is going to be a fight….plain and simple. I mean come on now…all of the trash talking and you mean to tell me that you want to keep it to a simple wrestling match?”
Gunner shakes his head with an unconvinced look on his face.
Gunner: “I’m not buying it. I forced you to crack at the contract signing, and I’ll do it once more when we meet inside the ring again.”
He glances over at the poster, and points at the crotch area before glancing back at the camera with a slight grin.
Gunner: “That’s right, you guessed it….these are the balls of the champion. These are what give him the fortitude to accept all challenges and overcome each and every one of them. These are why his name has been spoken throughout the rosters of multiple feds, and why he’s been propositioned by promoters more times than a fat girl in a bar at last call. These are what has driven him to become the most dominating superstar in the history of the NAW, and to destroy everybody who has stood in his path.”
He lowers his hand and walks over in front of the desk, tossing the pointer back down as he leans up against the front of it.
Gunner: “When you’re standing inside your trailer taking a piss in the morning Virgil, you probably look down at those two little things you have dangling between your own legs and get an idea in your head that you have the balls to be the NAW Champion. But don’t fool yourself junior, because the last time we stood face to face you showed that balls are the last thing you’ll be bringing with you in this fight.”
The view slowly begins to zoom in on his face as he continues on.
Gunner: “You’re a man who hides behind a mask, who then hides behind the NAW website while nitpicking at the roster members from the safety of his cellphone. You have talked long enough Virgil Keenan, and the only rejoice the people are going to get from you is watching you leave Spring Breakdown just as you arrived…..empty handed.”
Gunner leans forward and glares into the camera with a cocky smile as it finishes focusing on his face
Gunner: “Class dismissed.”