Chris Cash vs Duke Whiskey (Aggression #1)

[Steve Sterling]

You two please RP for your match here.

-Thanks

[Chris Cash]

(The scene opens in Chris Cash’s gym, he looks over the card for this week in AWC, he starts shaking with anger and explodes out of the folding chair putting his foot thought the screen of the television set and then kicks it across the room as glass trails behind it, he sees the camera set up across from him and walks purposely over to it reefing it back with force and walking with it over to a table near the ring, he slams it down and leans in closely, condensation from his breath can be seen on the lens of the camera as his breathing gets faster and more intense, he then screams into the camera.)

AWC wanted my attention, well now you've got it!

I’m going to do something I like doing, inflict deathly pain on all seven of these worthless talents you're forcing me to enter the International Title Tournament at Aggression! AWC just made the biggest mistake for these wrestlers placing these fools in the same tournament as me. with their miserable lives and now their going to pay with their well being, I’m going to beat anyone of you that I might face within a millimeter of your pathetic little lives.

(Chris Cash pushes himself off the table and paces back and forwards away from the camera while still acting crazy, absolutely terrifying and breathing heavily, he stops and slams his hands down again on the table either side of the camera causing it to shake, his eyes look glazed over with intensity as he stares into the camera and continues to speak a little more calmly in that gravelly voice.)

I’m going to tear your goddamn heads off you walking pieces of shit!

(Chris Cash looks over at the shattered remains of the television set before turning and staring in to the camera again for a few moments before calmly continuing.)

I had one goal going into this tournament, one goal, that's to win the International Title. To be the first real champion in the AWC, and that’s still my number one goal, but now I have another goal and that is to decimate you all of you, and make sure that you know that angering me is a very bad move. I’m a man who prides himself in being a man, a man that could hurt you in more than a few ways and that is that I’m almost a sociopath when it comes to people who have wronged me; for those who I love, I’d do anything for but…for those I hate I’d do anything too. I hope you all understand what's before you this week, because when I look across and notice there is nothing but empty space between you and I and you have no place to run, I’m going to have not conscience, I’ll have no remorse and when I’m done, you’ll have very little use for your legs. Your little bastard ass will wish you never entered AWC!

(A sadistic grunt comes from Chris Cash as he looks around the room, he turns back and stares coldly into the camera and continues.)

I already know what I’ll do to you fools on the 5th of the new year, and you know that deep down in the pit of your stomach you can feel that you’re going to get hurt, don’t you? I mean come on, I realize you all are not very bright people. I can tell that you wouldn't be stupid enough to put your good for nothing hands on me in a negative form. I would literally end your miserable excuse for an existence if you were ever stupid enough to try and hurt me. You obviously have no children because if you did, you’d run for your lives so you can see them again after the 5th, God forbid when or if you ever have children you'll realize this and you’ll look back on the 5th of January, and realize that you got the beating of your life. You may have turned up to that match but you proved nothing, not only to me but to the fans and the entire AWC, your nothing in my eyes not one of you, and I’m not the only one. I’ll personally prove it, I’m going to prove you, you worthless good for nothing talents, are nothing more than a worthless little loud mouth punk ass. I most defiantly promise you all pain and agony, pure suffering and that's a Fact! And you’re right, pain is a part of the match however physically annihilating and dissecting a certain individual whom has wronged you isn't and you can personally expect a one man assault from me you cocky little bastards. And unlike you fools there is no hype here. I am what people say I am.

(It becomes clear Chris Cash is pissed by the way he's walking back and forth before he turns around and paces trying to calm himself down. He stops momentarily and returns to speak into the camera once again.)

You see for weeks most of you, if not all have done nothing but walk around AWC talking shit, bragging yourself up. But you'll be quick to learn, you're nothing close to the best. You know signing a match to face Chris Cash was probably the biggest mistake you’ll ever make, you’re personally going to come face to face with Chris Cash and trust me when the match is over you’re going to wish to God that you didn't sign that contract, I'm going to enjoy what I have planned for you…the smart thing to do would be to show up, lay down, get pinned for the 1-2-3 and run like hell. Listen to the advice.......See you soon.

(Chris Cash switches off the camera and it goes to static, however it comes back on seconds later and Chris Cash is leaning back on his chair with his feet up on the table, he has a water bottle in his hand as he opens it up and drinks from it before speaking into the camera once more.)

I’ve put on a smile where possible but come January 5th, I won’t be smiling, I'll be all business, all about destruction, for as I’ve said before, not only will you come face to face with Chris Cash but you'll all be entering the last match of your career.

(Chris Cash moves in to turn off the camera before pausing; he keeps his finger above the button and looks into the lens and speaks one final time.)

Everyone on this roster lacks the balls to face a man like me, hoping you do, and acting like you do is the action of a pathetic bitch, none the less…cherish these final days as you prepare yourself to meet me at Aggression, for they may be your last, you are walking the path of the righteous people and you shall be swiftly cut down to size, I have a little prayer I used to say to my opponent but I haven’t used it in a long time, I’d like to say it now and please listen carefully to it, for you are a dead man walking….

(Chris Cash pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath, he closes his eyes and bows his head as he speaks quickly and clearly.)

Shepherds we shall be, for thee, my lord, for thee. Power hath descended forth from thy hand. Our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. We shall flow a river forth to thee and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In Nomine Patrie, et Fili, Spiritus Sancti.

(Chris Cash opens his eyes as he finishes the prayer and stares into the camera for a moment, seemingly into the soul of all his potential opponents in the International Title tournament before finally switching off the camera, the scene ends with static on the screen.)

[Duke Whiskey]

[Our scene begins in the locker room of, Duke Whiskey. He is sitting on a bench, black singleton and boots on, clearly ready for his match. A white towel is draped over his shoulders, long hair damp. He looks into the camera, a pleasant smile on his face.]

Whiskey: Well, well, well, here we are. The night of the big show, and I'm beginning to wonder if my opponent is even going to show up. Is he scared, perhaps? I certainly wouldn't blame him. After all, if I were anyone else and had to face such as a specimen as Duke Whiskey, I'd have second thoughts about showing up as well.

[Duke leans back comfortably, confidently against the locker behind him. He let's out a relaxed sigh.]

Whiskey: It's a shame, though, really. Here I was, ready to bring my A game. Ready to put on a performance the likes of which the AWC has never seen. Ready to be the envy of every other so-called wrestler in the AWC today. Ready to show the world what athleticism, excellence, skill, and absolute perfection truly is. Now, it saddens me to say that I might not have that chance.

[Whiskey chuckles lightly to himself.]

Whiskey: It's rather ironic, isn't it? Only last week I battled Chris Cash, against an inferior opponent. A man I should of laid waste to. A man who I knew to be a joke. Talentless. Uncharismatic. Inept. Dim-witted. Worthless. Smelly. In a word, rubbish. But I never thought you to be a coward, Mr. Cash.

[Duke leans forward, glowering into the camera.]

Whiskey: You've disrespected me, Cash. You haven't even acknowledged this incredible opportunity you have? An opportunity which you haven't earned, I might add. This could have been the defining moment of your career... the day you were defeated by the greatest wrestler in all the world, in all of history, one on one, man to... a much lesser man.

[Whiskey shrugs and pauses thoughtfully for a moment.]

Whiskey: Then again, you may be wiser than I at first took you for. You've avoided me thus far. I can only imagine it's because you can't get that trashing I gave you last week out of your head. I was hard on you, wasn't I? Poor bloke. Just trying to make a name for yourself?

[Duke smirks before continuing.]

Whiskey: It's a bleeding shame that it had to be against me, eh? Yes, I don't blame you for hiding from me. But know this, Christina, IF you do decide to show your wretched face, I will be stomping a hole in it deep enough to use your head as toilet. Not because I necessarily dislike you. Not simply because I can, although... I can. But because you have disrespected me, Cash. I hate that you have made such a dire mistake so early in your young career. I'll take no real pleasure in ending your career tonight. It's just a matter of principle, my boy.

[Duke smiles again, mood visibly lightening.]

Whiskey: A word of advice, friend. Don't show up. Move on. There are plenty of chaps you might stand a chance against here in the AWC. Namely, anyone other than me. Take a vacation. Come back fresh next week and start at the bottom where you belong, rather than getting trounced by the most exhilarating performer to ever step into a ring week in and week out. You owe it to your loved ones, Mr. Cash. Think about that. No one wants to support a crippled ex-wrestler with no other discerning talent to fall back on for the rest of their lives. Don't do that to your family, Cash. I realize your father was something of a scumbag. I realize your mother was an enabler. Yes, I saw the whole True Hollywood Story or whatever that rubbish vignette was. It was designed to generate sympathy, wasn't it, Chrisie-Poo? It might have worked with some of the AWC's bleeding hearts out there, but not with me. I have no pity for a sniveling little mutt like you.

[Duke stands up and tosses aside the towel from his shoulders.]

Whiskey: Maybe I'll see you tonight, maybe I won't. Frankly, I'm counting on the latter. Regardless, Cash, one last warning to you. This is MY world, and you... do NOT... belong in it!

[Duke Whiskey exits the locker room as the scene fades to black.]