Fear the Raging Dead!
Nov 25, 2019 18:57:35 GMT -5
Torture, Madwoman Szalinski, and 1 more like this
Post by Sara Pettis on Nov 25, 2019 18:57:35 GMT -5
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We are backstage at The T-Mobile Arena, minutes after The Raging Dead unified the Trinity Pure and Action Cruiserweight Championships. Our new, unified champion is lying on the floor with the brand new title belt next to him. An unknown man kneels down with a camera in his hand.
We are backstage at The T-Mobile Arena, minutes after The Raging Dead unified the Trinity Pure and Action Cruiserweight Championships. Our new, unified champion is lying on the floor with the brand new title belt next to him. An unknown man kneels down with a camera in his hand.
"Okay, Nate. Big moment, big debut, new champ. When you're ready, I'll get an out of character interview. Be natural, be yourself, be real. Then I'll just get some b-roll footage to splice in. "
"Okay, yeah. Any chance you can get clearance to put the match on the documentary?"
"I talked to one of the producers, the old guy with the beard. I don't remember his name. He gave me the contact info to hopefully get it done. We just need to--"
Before he can finish, Trinity Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion Madwoman Szalinski walks into the locker room and approaches her whitefaced uncle, who reaches his hand up. She holds on and helps him up, then helps him sit down on the bench. He winces in pain.
"Hip giving you problems again?"
"Worse than usual. Throw in my lower back and… aaaggghh… what a shitty day."
"But you're the NEW Cruiserweight Champion! This calls for a celebration! MadClan style! Get cleaned up, get your shit together… and meet us in catering. Carnivore is wrecking a plate of ribs… or all the plates of ribs, probably."
She turns to the unknown man, as if she finally notices him. She looks at his hand and realizes he is recording the conversation.
"Oh, uhh, hi?"
"Don't mind me. This is great footage."
"I do mind you, whoever you are."
"Oh, my bad. I get caught up in the moment. My name is Erik Dean, I'm an old friend of Nate's."
He shakes her hand.
"We've been working on a documentary for a few weeks now about his life in and out of the ring. Think "The Wrestler" with Mickey Rourke… only… no titties or steroids."
"Hang around these locker rooms long enough and you might see both. So… what's the end game of this project?"
"Film festivals, streaming services. I've got a guy at Amazon Prime who is helping me out… and a guy at Tru TV… whatever that is."
"I'm on my way out, day by day, Christina. The last two months, since I followed you to Trinity Wrestling have been great… but ultimately doing irreparable damage to me… mentally, physically, emotionally. Up until two weeks ago… I seriously thought I was a flesh eating zombie. That shot to the head… courtesy of Jacqui Monroe… was the terrifying wake up I needed."
"You were unconscious for two days. How was that what you needed?"
"It brought me back to reality, or… at least… what I'm told is reality. So much of the last two years… is still a blur. I get flashes of either memories or daydreams. I don't know what's what. That's why Erik's here… to document the inevitable decay of my mind… for entertainment purposes."
"Entertainment?! This is some scary shit. Is Sara okay with this?"
"This was actually her idea. Sara knew about my production company and saw some of my work. She called me out of the blue and asked if this is something we could make happen; something people would be interested in."
"Unreal. Well… if you think this is a good idea… I'm on board. Ride or die. I mean… err…"
"No, it's okay. Born to ride. Down for life. I'm not dead yet, kid."
"You've still got the whiteface on, so you're still very much Raging Dead."
"But now I can separate the two. This… this title… this belongs to The Raging Dead. Right now… he is what Action Wrestling needs. I just need to hold myself together long enough for all of this to pay off. Hey, Erik… does this work for OOC stuff?"
"Absolutely. Better than I had planned. Thanks for doing this, Christina."
"That's Madwoman to you, bub."
She gives a quick smile, boops him on the nose… and skips out of the locker room. Confused, Erik turns back to his longtime friend.
"Uhh… that was…"
"That was Madwoman fucking Szalinski, Trinity World Champion. It may not be much longer… but I owe her… my life… "
Fade to red.
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On the next episode of Monday Night Clash... four of the top cruiserweights in Action Wrestling will go toe-to-toe-to-toe-to-toe to name the number one contender for the Cruiserweight... no... MY Cruiserweight Championship. Whomever survives that match becomes my next meal at XIII: Black Christmas. No matter who steps up... I will make sure to leave a clean plate. I don't care if it is QDT... VHS... Kitty Petrova… or Bolas de Arana. Hell, I don't care if it's Derrick Vayden… the self-proclaimed BEST cruiserweight in Action Wrestling. The kid put up one hell of a fight... but I was already a world-traveled machine before his parents even met. I guess sometimes... age and experience DOES make a difference.
Next week's Clash emanates from the AT&T Center in San Antonio. That is the very building where I finally won the SFT World Heavyweight Championship after it eluded me for over a decade. While I am not booked for Clash next week... you can be damn sure that I will be in attendance... scoping out the competition... planning the garnishments for my feast at XIII. I didn't come all this way to Action Wrestling... to unify the Pure and Cruiserweight Championships... to sit around on my fucking hands and wait for things to happen. If that's what you expected... you're in for the ride of your lives.
I'm the boss on this boat. Where I say we go, you best believe we're going to go. From Clash to Black Christmas to Cruiserweight Havoc to Clash again. Week by week... you're all going to have to deal with me. Now that I am YOUR Cruiserweight Champion... you're stuck with me. When I walked into Trinity Wrestling... I hoisted the Pure Division on my shoulders and carried it all the way to the top... and then I destroyed it all in one night. As I said at Turmoil... the same is going to happen here.
Derrick Vayden has already been defeated by The Raging Dead. Next up... Psychopomp, Kitty Petrova, VHS, Sun Vulcan Sentai, Kabukii, Geoffrey Torrance, Flop, Andre Aquarius, QDT, Bolas de Arana, Kyle Cameron, Geri Miller. One by one... they will all realize that All Your Base Are Belong to Gust. I am going to make a career out of Raging 25/8 all over Action Wrestling until the Cruiserweight Division is no more. If anyone has a problem with that... I'm not a hard man to find... and chances are, I will find you first. When the Whiteface Thriller has you in his sights... it will already be too late.
Rest easy, Action Wrestling. Enjoy your Thanksgiving festivities with loved ones.
Once that feast is over... my feast begins. Soon... you will ALL Fear the Raging Dead!